#it's gonna come up in a few thousand words in hands made for gentleness

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

saviour

She picks it up, gasping. The last barrier, her child, is gone. It is time to rest, and she has been ready for so long.

Still: she hesitates.

He tackles her, and she lands hard. Her eyes are wild and she struggles to be free; he does not let her.

“Give it to me.” His voice is dry and crisp and lacks emotion. She hesitates again, then hands it over with numb fingers. Then she makes eye contact.

Vaniah looks very tired as he says, “Why?”

“You know why.”

His eyes close and his shoulders sag a little. “I left the child with Anneka,” he says quietly. “You can meet her someday, if you like.”

“Who is Anneka?” She doesn’t care, but has to say something to fill in the empty space.

The smile reaches his eyes and she likes the way it makes him look. “My wife. We’ll take care of your child—if you want us to.”

“I never want to see her again.” Her voice catches, and she cannot look him in the eyes. “I want to die, Vaniah.”

“I know.” He pushes back his sleeve and shows her scarring; it is terrible to see, but it seems like his destiny.

“I’ve wanted to for a long time. I stayed for the child. Now she doesn’t need me.”

“The world needs you. Mordecai needs you.”

She shakes her head. “I haven’t spoken to Mordecai in a long, long time.”

“He still loves you,” says Vaniah with certainty. His expression is very gentle, and she still cannot look at him. “I met him in the street recently; and he has forgiven me.”

“I have been a fool.” She is unable to speak any further.

“So have I: and God has forgiven me.”

“What do I care of God?” and she is blazing with rage. “Where was he when I went through hell?”

Vaniah is silent. At last he says, “Right beside you.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in God.” She studies his hands, wondering if she can wrench it free and complete her mission.

Vaniah sees her gaze and shifts his hands more securely. “I didn’t. I do now. But if you don’t want to talk about it we don’t have to.”

Her shoulders slump and she wants to cry. “I don’t want to live, Vaniah.”

“Neither did I. At risk of sounding cliched: it gets better. Life becomes worth the living.”

“Teach me to live.” Her voice is bitter, sarcastic. “If you’re going to stop me dying, teach me to live!” This time she does cry.

For the rest of her life she remembers how he looks at her, at the kindness and love with which he treats her. How he doesn’t pity her. How he saves her from her worst enemy, herself. How he doesn’t leave her alone until he’s found someone else who can take care of her.

How he shows her the first light she’s seen in her personal darkness for a very long time.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Priorities

Dean Winchester & little!sister reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: you crash Baby…somebody has to tell Dean

Warnings: car accident, injury, panic

You couldn’t help the easy smile that lifted your lips as you cruised along the road, Baby’s gentle purr comforting you as you cranked up your favorite cassette tape. You’d definitely be in trouble if Dean found out, but he was finally getting some much needed sleep in the bunker, so this was your chance. Besides, he’d never specifically said that you couldn’t drive Baby—it was just a definite unwritten rule.

You were so lost in your own enjoyment that you weren’t paying much attention to the road—after all, you’d been on this road a thousand times with Dean. But the other thousand times, there’d never been a deer in the middle of the road.

You saw it too late. You swerved the wheel with all your might, and by some miracle you missed the deer—but there was no missing the ditch that skirted the side of the road. You actually felt the wheels leave the ground before a stomach-turning crunch preceded the jarring jolt that came when the car hit down on the bottom of the ditch. Your head lurched forward, slamming against the steering wheel and turning everything to darkness.

…

You were being lifted by strong hands when you awoke. Your eyes blinked open to find a man in an EMT uniform placing you on the ground away from the Impala.

“Hey kid,” he greeted gently when he saw that you were awake. “How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts,” you groaned. “But I’m ok.”

“Ok, that’s good.” He kept up his soothing voice even as he examined you for more injuries. “Looks like you just have a few cuts and bruises. But you could have a concussion from hitting your head on the wheel. The officers over there found your phone, and they’re gonna call someone for you, ok?”

Before you could answer, one of the police officers stepped up in front of you.

“The first number on your phone is Dean, can I call him for you kid?”

“No, no!” You panicked. “Not-not Dean.” Your eyes drifted to the Impala—the front was completely smashed in from where you’d hit a tree, and there were scratches everywhere. “Dean, he-he can’t see the car like this, he’s gonna kill me!”

“Kid, we’re worried about you, not the car,” the officer said. “We’ve gotta call a guardian.”

“Sam,” you said. “Call Sammy.”

Even as the officer pressed Sam’s name on your contact list, your panic continued to course through you. Dean was going to find out, it was only a matter of time. You were so, so dead.

“Kid.” A hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. “You’ve gotta calm down, you’ve gotta take deep breaths.”

It was only after the EMT’s words that you felt the tears trickling down your cheeks, and the haggard wheezing of your breath

“I’ve got your brother, do you want to talk to him?” The officer was holding out the phone to you, and you took it.

“S-Sammy?” You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Who was that that just had your phone, who are you with?”

Not Sam. Dean.

“De?” Your hands were fumbling with the phone, they were shaking so bad. “Dean, th-this is Sam’s phone…”

“He went to the bathroom, now answer the question!” Dean snapped. “You’re starting to freak me out.”

“De, I’m…” the tears wouldn’t be stifled any longer. You were all but sobbing as you managed to say- “Dean, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.”

Dean’s voice was getting more frantic every second.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Where are you, I’ll come get you.”

“I-I screwed up, Dean,” you whimpered. “I cra-I crashed Baby.”

“You what?!” You misunderstood Dean’s panic for anger, and it only made you cry harder. “Where are you?”

“We’re going to take you to the hospital, just to be safe,” the EMT cut in gently. He told you the address, and you repeated it to Dean.

“Don’t move when you get there.”

He hung up before you could respond.

…

You were sitting in an observation room when Dean came barging in. The doctor who had just finished examining you looked up, startled.

“There you are.” You missed Dean’s sigh of relief as you ducked your head in shame. He strode into the room, straight for you. His big hand gently lifted your chin.

“Are you ok?” He demanded. You nodded pitifully. Dean gave you a once-over to be sure, before nodding, satisfied.

“We brought her here just to be sure,” the doctor spoke up. “I believe she has a minor concussion.”

“But she’s gonna be ok?” Dean probed.

“Oh yes,” the doctor assured him. “You’re free to check her out whenever you feel ready.” The doctor pulled out a card and held it out for Dean. “This is the mechanic that they towed your car to.”

Dean stuck it in his back pocket without even glancing at it.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m gonna take her home now.”

…

You were next to Dean in the back of a cab when you finally spoke again.

“I’m sorry about Baby, Dean.”

“Would you stop saying that?” Dean huffed. “This is about more than just the Impala. You could’ve been seriously hurt, you could’ve been killed! And all you can talk about is the car.”

“So…” you swallowed. “So you’re not mad about the car?”

“I’m not more mad about that than I am worried about you,” Dean said. “You come first, always. That’s why you called Sam, isn’t it? You were scared that I’d be pissed about the car.”

You nodded feebly, and Dean sighed.

“Honey, that car is never going to be as important to me as you are. I want you to know that you can come to me, you can tell me stuff like this. You should never be so worried about me being mad that you can’t tell me when you get hurt, ever. Baby being in an accident will never scare me more than you being in an accident. Baby can always get a new engine, but this-“ Dean poked at your chest, right above your heart, and you giggled and pushed his hand away. “This needs to be protected. You understanding me?”

“I understand,” you said. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you.”

“I forgive you,” Dean said. “Now we’re going to talk about how you’re gonna never sneak out like that again, and how you’re gonna make it up to me for stealing my baby.”

“You said you weren’t angry,” you argued.

“No, I said that you were more important,” Dean countered. “But now that I know you’re ok…

“You are in so much trouble.”

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[ladyelissarose]

listen listen.. pregnancy sex with miguel where he is feral, gentle but just so in love

‘Desires’

Miguel O’Hara x female spider-wife reader

Warnings; 18 NSFW! pregnancy sex. P in V, gentle sex-but tiny bit rough. Slight oral ‘fem receives’ Fluff overall with this mountain of a man. Be prepared to die and resurrect into euphorias. ;)

Author’s note; Hiii my most favorite anon!! Here is this ride of ecstasy, I hope it meets your expectations!! Enjoy deary, thank you for this delicious ask!! You’re gonna need this🧋

In quiet peace you had just slowly waddled out of the new babies bedroom, after touching up the painting in the room. Baby color stains covered your hands and arms, down to your swollen ankles and feet, where the drops would fall from the brush or roller and find place right on you.

4 months pregnant you were, or ‘a bundle of gozo’ as your husband and leader of the Spider-Man’s task force to protect thousands of universes- (Miguel O’Hara.. the infamous Spider-Man 2099) would tell you- but only you. No one outside of your home could know that this beast of a man that had a reputation of breaking things and being mean was actually down bad for you and more obsessed with you at the sight of your rounded belly... his ‘bundle of gozo.’

After that long morning to afternoon workout of painting your baby’s little bassinet (yes it took that long- you were pregnant and not the usual all tough and rapid Spider-Woman) you had taken a quick shower so you could have time to prepare something for dinner, wanting to do as much as possible for Miguel.

Him being the leader was more than carrying the title, it was the whole world and it’s weight of responsibilities on his shoulders too, and sense he took you off for now (though you wanted to bargain with him about Jess being so pregnant and still Spider-Woman at once, but you had to remember accept that he lost a little one at one time. And now as he was gifted you and a new baby for a second chance, he wouldn’t dare risk it.)

So instead you’d cook all his meals and clean up his lair back a HQ, though he programmed Lyla to tell you to go home every time she saw and caught you sneaking in. Little by little you had started to stop trying to come by to HQ, once being pregnant was taking a toll on all the walks you had and you were a little hesitant if not scared to swing around. So, with that said, you decided to change things up a bit and fix up the baby’s room.

Miguel took care of building everything and you put the clothes and accessories in, and today you had almost finished the bassinet area, but you called it a day once you had gotten tired. And to reward yourself you jumped into the shower to cool yourself off.

Few moments later of making sure you got every part of you, while working around your growing belly, you had finally finished, and wrapped a towel around you for now so you could grab a fresh pair of panties and Miguel’s hoodie that rested on your bed.

“Oh my goodness- Miguel!!”

As you walked out you were startled by the very large and bulky, god sculpted man sitting at the edge of your bed, man spreading his thick thighs and flexing his crossed arms, while only sitting in his black boxers. Miguel was home unexpectedly earlier than he said he’d be, nonetheless you greeted him with a breathy laugh after be a little scared for a second,

���H-Hi baby.. I just got out-“

Standing to his feet abruptly Miguel walked to you as his eyes looked you over,

“-Mama miaaa... you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

You let out a light giggle and held your belly as you cooed yet informed,

“Awe baby.. listen, so I made you dinner want to let me get dressed so we can-“

With a dead look in his eyes he stated,

“I don’t want it.”

You were taken aback a bit at his words, your stupid pregnancy hormones took his wording wrong as if he didn’t want to eat your cooked meal, making a pout pop on your lips and your eyes get watery.

‘But I made your favorite tonight.. empanadas.’

Miguel thought he had been obvious about what kind of ‘meal’ he wanted with the way he was drooling over you and speaking in a sultry tone, but he forgot about how you can be a little oblivious and sensitive to some things if you were feeling ‘extra’ emotional that day.

And today must of been it when he then heard a light sniff and a bit back whine. He held his breath when he looked up from your belly and turned to see your face, pouty and teary eyed, it made his heart explode for you in millions of emotions as he right away held your face up, speaking ever so softly.

“Oh mami... no no no. Por favor no llores.”

At him being so sweet you face palmed as you now cried feeling guilty but stop asking,

“How could you not want dinner? I made you the empanadas, I thought the baby even kicked when I said they came out perfect for you-“

He placed a gentle finger on your lips as he interrupted kindly but firmly, so you could understand,

“Mami.. I want you... you.”

‘... oh... OH!’

Red covered your cheeks in shyness at his boldness, but also in embarrassment for your stupidity at not reading his hungry words and desires for you. You had to word out how stupid you felt, while he played with the top of your towel, working slowly and carefully at untucking it,

“Oh baby I’m so sorry-“

Once he had it freed he cooed,

“Shh shh... it’s more than ok- ayyy coñooo... hermosa mami.”

His hungry and desperate eyes cut his words off short as he raked his red eyes over your body in adoration, wishing he had photographic memory.

Everything new about you didn’t have time to be hated or be shamed at all by you yourself as you watched it change, for Miguel loved ALL of it- stretch marks, swollen ankles, glowy skin- just.. all of it.

He guided you slowly to your bed while taking your lips into a deep kiss, his tongue taking entrance when he pinched your hips, making you moan out.

When your knees hit the bed Miguel without hesitation lifted you up and carried you onto the bed, his lips never leaving yours.

You raked your fingers through his thick hair and pulled them slightly to part your lips as you reached out for his cock through his boxers and breathed out,

“I need you Miguel.”

He rushed to grab your hand from his cock and shimmied off his boxers then intertwined your fingers instead as he breathed out,

“I need to taste you first mami-“

With lustful eyes he looked down at your core and bit his bottom lip as he added,

“If I go in you now I’ll come too soon, that’s how bad I am right now... but you mami.. need to be ready for me first.”

He then pushed you back down on the bed gently as he lowered himself to be face to face with your pussy, groaning in pleasure as he gave it feather light kisses, teasing you lightly as he praised,

“So pretty mami... all this for me hm?”

You were about to reply a verbal answer but it came out as a moan when he pressed his open mouth onto you and moaned, the vibration of it making yourself eyes roll back in pleasure. He sucked it a couple more time before pulling away to admire in between breaths,

“So sweet... como azúcar... como miel.”

With just the right pressure that made you moan and pull his head closer, Miguel then licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking the top once he got there.

Back arching into your intertwined hands that rested on your stomach as he continued to work your clit with determination and starvation to hear your cries come along with the feeling of ecstasy being loosed.

You panted for air as he sucked you harshly yet kissed it delicately wherever he did touch. He acted like a starved man as he didn’t let up and dove in deeper at every moan you let out, intensifying the warm pressure you were feeling in your lower tummy. To add more to your stimulation he added a couple of fingers, curling just right into that spot that had you seeing stars, he let out a light chuckle as he could feel you squeeze around his now coated fingers,

“Ahh mami.. you’re close aren’t you-“

You tightened your grip on his ruffled back hair as you cried,

“Yes! Please.. ah Miguel I want you- I need you!”

Tears began to gather in your eyes for how close you were, the pleasure being all to overwhelming as you desired to feel more of him- all of him. You could feel how close to the edge you were, the bubble of euphoria coming so close to bursting, but you didn’t want to come yet, you wanted Miguel in you for this. In desperation you whined out while lifting up slightly to reach for him, pulling his head up as your cried,

“Miguel- ah! please...”

At your tone he abruptly stopped, thinking he had pushed you too far, worry covering his chiseled features as he panted with lips covered in your slick,

“Amor- are you-“

“I need you now. Please papi.”

His jaw dropped slightly, as he huffed and adored your fucked out face and rosy cheeks, he caressed your face and wiped your teary face as he asked,

“What do you want mami?”

He cupped your pussy into his large palm with puppy eyes, pretending to be all innocent as his actions made your hips buck into his hold. You deep need for him had to word out boldly what you desired mostly,

“I need your cock.. papi.”

Calling him papi- ha.. yeah that was the magic to get him to end you now, his eyes now were definitely red as he replied,

“What mami asks, mami gets.”

With a kiss to your lips he then effortlessly flipped your around, and lifted you up to your knees as his arms wrapped around your front to keep your back completely against his chest. When he got needy for you, he had to feel you almost melting into his skin.

Pressing kisses onto your hair and sucking sweet spots on the back of your neck he slowly guided himself in. Your warmth engulfed him entirely and he couldn’t of felt more infatuated with you in that moment. Giving you praises as always when he felt you take him in so well as he went in deeper and deeper,

“Ayy mami.. your so wet, so perfect.. ay coño-“

You mewled a cry when you felt him bottom out, his tip grazing your cervix perfectly.

“Oh Miguel.. so full.”

Miguel let out a deep breath and stayed still, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest onto your back rapidly, his warm breaths hitting your neck as he palmed your full breasts and rubbed your belly. You laid your hand on his that rested on your breasts as you asked kindly,

“Are you ok?”

Miguel hummed and dug his face knot your neck as he replied,

“Si mami.. just.. ahhh.. I feel like I’m not gonna last long... but I want it too.”

He sounded almost guilty but you refused to let him feel that way, not when he loved you entirely and gave everything of himself to you... and especially when he made you feel THIS GOOD. You twisted your head to the side to reach his lips as you reassured him,

“It’s ok papi.. you’ll have me forever.”

He growled at your words and pulled you closer possessively as he kissed your lips, slowly beginning to move his hips. A sigh left your lips in pleasure as he picked up his speed and repeated,

“I’ll have you forever.. por siempre amor.”

It gave him the boost he needed to start taking you hard and deep, hitting your cervix every time his hips met your ass. He kneaded you’re breasts, squeezing them as he admired how full they have gotten sense you were pregnant.

Then they’d slowly go down to rest on your belly as he dove into you harder at the thought of you carrying his child. You could feel his breath picking up as well as his speed, you know he was very close as he’d let a moan slip here and there, and he was tugging you impossibly closer. He kissed your neck after he sucked a love spot there as he whimpered,

“I’m close mami.. come on amor, come with m-me.”

Miguel mostly held you up as he pounded into you fervently, you snaked a hand to grab at his neck and pull on his hair as you moaned his name loudly when his hand went lower to rub at your clit.

Rubbing tight circles and driving into you in unrelenting speed had you soon coming apart and crying out Miguel’s name as he thrusted in the right places that had you seeing white dots- if not stars. Miguel came just right after, painting your walls with his white coat once again as he moaned your name and endless praises while riding both your highs long and out,

“You did so good mami.. so good.”

You hummed and smiled to yourself as you felt yourself sink into his arms once the exhaustion hit you right after your high had passed. Miguel let out a deep sigh before kissing your cheek,

“I’m gonna pull out ok mami?”

You nodded with a low whimper as he carefully pulled out and laid you gently onto the bed on your back.

Sweat covering you entirely with your hair spread out on the sheets, your baby bump glowing as you took deep breaths that had your full breasts moving, had Miguel hovering over you in silence as he took you in, realizing how lucky he was to have you.

You smiled at him shyly as he locked eyes with you and smiled sweetly, being vulnerable and open with you... something he never did outside of your home.

As Spider-Man he had to be harsh and closed off, not letting anything in or out, but with you... he can do anything and be safe, and that’s what he loved most about you... you made him feel free and whole again.

He took time to check if you were ok and feeling fine, he also had a small chat with your baby bump as he expressed his love for the both of you, and how he’d keep you safe forever.

He then carried you to the bathroom promising a relaxing bath.

Soon after a warming bath of gentle touches and loving gazes, Miguel used his strong hands to bless you with a good foot massage after he helped you dry off. He even kissed your sore thighs and rubbed your belly with praises as he did his best to loosen your muscles, and you bet his miracle and loving hands worked magic. And when you tried to help him with anything he insisted that you only had to worry about being by his side forever and love him.

You told him not to worry but Miguel had also made sure you ate a bowl of fruit to fuel you up and your baby after enjoying some empanadas. You ended up sharing most of your fruity dessert with him though because you didn’t like how the blueberries tasted in the moment. Even though you’ve never really had a problem with them before, but to make you happy Miguel ate them all for you, even the deformed strawberry that stood out. (that you said looked like him, but didn’t taste sweet like him- Miguel practically choked on his strawberry at your words, but he blushed.)

Now full and satisfied, you lay under the covers in Miguel’s hoodie, partially on top of him as your belly made it a little difficult, but your head rested against his broad chest as he held onto your back and the other held your belly as he caressed it softly from under the clothing.

A soft and delicate kiss found its way on your head as Miguel could sense you were drifting off to sleep, he held you tighter as he whispered into your hair,

“Te amo mami... sleep well.”

You shifted a bit and let your hand come up to his cheek to hold it there as you replied sleepily,

“I ‘ove you more papi.. g’night.”

He kissed your soft hand and placed it back on his cheek as he cooed,

“Goodnight amor.”

Spanish translations:

Por favor no llores- please don’t cry

Gozo- joy

Como azúcar, Como miel- like sugar, like honey

amor- love

por siempre- forever

Mami- mommy

Papi- daddy

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Saturday soon arrives and you were already waiting at the amusement park with Yuqi, Ten, Yangyang and Shuhua, waiting for the others to come as well.

“Do you think they bailed on us?” Yangyang speaks up, leaning his arm onto Ten’s shoulder. You pondered about it for a moment and you really hoped they didn’t cancel… well, mostly because of Taeyong.

You gulp before clearing your throat. “Guys, I’m sure they didn’t. They’re probably just running late.” You say, trying to sound reassuring.

Shuhua takes out her phone, her nails clinking on her phone charms. “They’re 5 minutes late. If they don’t come soon, let’s just hang out on our own. Fuck ‘em.” She replies, blowing her bubblegum and checking herself in her phone’s camera app.

Yuqi lets out a ‘mhm’, agreeing with what Shuhua just said. “Exactly. This was supposed to be just us hanging out anyway.” Yuqi says, crossing her arms before turning her gaze to you.

“Oh— I think I see them from the distance.” Ten perks his head up, a smile plastering on his face and waving to the 3 boys arriving.

“Wow, they actually came!” Yuqi responds, almost seeming surprised as she totally expected them not to come.

You sigh, relieved. You were waiting for Saturday for so long, so you’d be sad if Taeyong wouldn’t have came with his friends.

Once they were in sight, your gaze immediately landed on him— you were eyeing him from head to toe; the way his platinum hair was flowing from the gentle evening breeze, the soft lights from the light post brightening his brown boba-like eyes and the kind smile on his face making you melt.

Yangyang notices you totally eyeing Taeyong, so he lightly bumps you with his shoulder, quietly cackling as he sees you regain your composure and snap out of your thoughts.

Though, the way you were reacting to Taeyong was exactly how Mark was reacting to you during this moment. His ears flushing a light pink colour and his mouth ever so slightly opened. Absolutely stunned by your beauty, and the way you were dazzling this evening. You had put a little bit of effort into your effort because of Taeyong coming and Mark had definitely noticed your effort with the outfit.

He snapped out of his thoughts once Johnny and Ten started asking what ride to go on first.

-

After a few rides, your heart was definitely going thousands of miles per minute. “The way we stopped so abruptly and then just flew down actually made me shit myself.” You say, your words breathy-sounding as you were out of breath from the yelling you did on the rides.

Shuhua clears her throat, “Well, me and Yuqi are gonna go to the gift shop, we saw some cute bracelets and we wanna get them. Anybody wanna tag along?” Shuhua says, taking a quick glance at everyone, though it looked like she sent some sort of signal to Ten and Yangyang.

“I say—“ as Yangyang was about to continue speaking, “I think Mark and Y/N should go to the haunted house together!” Johnny suddenly said, cutting off Yangyang.

“They’re the biggest scaredy cats here, just imagine all the yelling we’re gonna hear from the haunted house.” Johnny adds on, a smirk appearing on his lips. A smirk that looked like he was challenging you and Mark to go.

“Yo, dude, we don’t—“

“You wanna see us escape the haunted house? Fine, let it be!” You cut off Mark, taking his hand and dragging him to the haunted house.

You were calm about this but Mark on the other hand? His heart was about to burst out of his chest from your hand holding onto his. His stomach filling with butterflies and his breath getting stuck in his throat; his lips quivering. Mark takes a quick look back at the others, Johnny and Taeyong waving to you two and distant giggling coming from them.

“Y/N, seriously, we don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna. Just leave those 2 idiots be.” Mark says as you two arrive to the front of the haunted house and you slowly let go of his hand.

“It’s fine! We can do this.” You reply, a proud smile creeping up on your lips. You put your hands on your hips and look up at the haunted house, taking a quick breath.

“You ready?” You turn your head to Mark, and he nods. You two enter the haunted house…

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[lostloveletters]

Human Touch (Gale Cleven x OC)

Summary: By 1954, Gale Cleven's a widower, and Leona Spinelli's a divorced single mom, but a reunion brings the two lonely hearts together, thawing a mutual longing that had been on ice for over a decade.

Note: I’ve been wanting to write for Buck for a while and thought a post-war dynamic would be an interesting place to start! I hope I did alright with his characterization...Leona was featured briefly in Crimson and Clover. Title comes from the Bruce Springsteen song, but in all honesty, I listened to the I'm On Fire intro loop a lot. Do not interact if you're under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Inevitable historical inaccuracies (I know flavored lip balm wasn't invented until the 70s but let me have this one thing). Some canon divergence. References to death, grief/loss, guilt, and period-typical misogyny. Brief mentions of past sex.

1954

Gale glanced across the bar in the hotel ballroom, and though Leona had no good reason to be looking at him, he hoped she was. Couldn’t exactly tell who she was talking to by the back of the guy’s head, but her hand reached for her conversation partner’s shoulder as she laughed. Gale took a sip of his ginger ale. With the distance, he wasn’t able to tell if her wedding and engagement rings were gone. He had heard as much from Holly, but wanted to see it for himself.

Leona’s profile always made his eyes linger on her longer than they should have. Two thousand years contained in her cupid’s bow lips and strong Roman nose. Whenever he walked into a museum, her face echoed in the clay and marble statues on display. She’d find the complement undoubtedly strange, but she had a knack for making him feel that way.

Like how his stomach flipped when she caught him staring, her dark eyes lighting up at the sight of him. He heard others say making eye contact with her was uncomfortable, a little too intense for their comfort, as if she could see something in them that they weren’t even aware of. In this instance, as he held her gaze, it made him feel awake, whereas for the past few hours, he’d been stumbling around the reunion in a haze of condolences and pitied glances.

She brought her attention back to whoever she was speaking with, said something accompanied by a parting kiss on the cheek. He quickly pulled the toothpick from his mouth and placed it on the cocktail napkin next to his drink. The room fell to a hush as she walked over to him. Or maybe it was the blood pounding in his ears.

“Hi Buck,” she said, giving him a hug, her lips gentle against his cheek. Her hair, the same dark brown as her eyes, brushed the tip of his nose with the gesture and he could smell it—gardenias, lighter and fresher than he remembered, but it’d been a while.

“Good to see you, Leona,” he said, squeezing her lightly against him. She felt almost plush beneath his fingers. Must have gained weight since the last time he held her so close. “Missed you last year.”

“The divorce was a mess. I just couldn’t make it out here.”

His gaze fell to the hand wrapped around her wine glass, the stripe of pale skin on her ring finger nearly matched his. He’d only just stopped wearing his own wedding band two months prior. Felt almost naked without it. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Can’t have it all, huh?” she sighed. “How have you been holding up?”

“Just…taking it day by day.”

“That’s the most you can do sometimes.”

He cleared his throat, placing the toothpick back in his mouth. “Seat’s open, if you want it.”

“Sure, thanks, Buck.” She smiled. “I’m gonna see if I can wave down the bartender from here.”

When she turned beneath the low bar lights, strands of gray shimmered in her dark hair like Christmas tinsel. His mouth went dry for a moment, and he brought his glass to his lips, drinking his watery ginger ale.

She looked good. Really good. About as good as she did in the summer of ‘43, when she basked in the sun the way her cat-like eyes almost implied she would—taking in the rays, her honeyed skin glimmering with a sheen of sweat whenever he saw her sunbathing, her blouse unbuttoned, black heels kicked off in the grass somewhere impossibly quiet. He wondered if, at the time, he had subconsciously gone out of his way to wander to one of her usual spots just to catch a glimpse of her.

He almost slunk into himself when she brought her attention back to him. He knew he looked rough. Bags under his eyes, sometimes would go a day or two before remembering to eat. Going through the motions did him no favors. But he came out for the weekend, if only to placate Bucky and Holly. He was trying.

The bartender refilled Leona’s wine glass, and she took a sip before turning back to Gale. Maybe not exactly liquid courage, but something to loosen her up a little before they actually got into a conversation. From the first day she met him, she thought he looked like an absolute dream, almost acted just like one, too, and the years had been kinder to him than to her. Thought the scars he returned from the Stalags with added a layer of rugged intrigue to his poster-perfect flyboy look.

Barely able to take the time off of work and find a babysitter for Luke, Leona was aware her appearance left much to be desired with the limited time and budget she had been working with. She decided painting her nails and waxing her eyebrows and upper lip took precedence over dyeing the grays that’d been popping up in her hair ever since the divorce. 

He motioned to her drink. “How’s your—“

“Merlot, and this is my second and last glass of the night,” she said. “I don’t even drink around Luke.”

“How is he?” he asked. “Luke’s gotta be three, now, right?”

“He’s actually turning five in October.”

“He’s that old?” Gale smiled. “Shoot, I remember when you showed us his baby pictures.”

“I still have the little hat Marge knitted for him, with the ducks on it and the ribbon,” she said. “Before he got too big for it, I put it on him all the time, especially back when we’d go to the Shore.”

“She was always making things like that. She really appreciated it when you sent the photo of him with it on. Probably still have it around the house somewhere.”

Leona sent a card when she heard from Holly that Marge died. Wasn’t even sure she had the right address at that point, but was surprised to get a response from Gale. A simple thanks, and good wishes for her and her family. Funny to receive in the middle of filing for divorce, but it had been nice to get something in the mail that wasn’t from a lawyer.

‘Best wishes to you, your husband, and Luke’ like he couldn’t remember Will’s name but wanted to be polite. The envelope was addressed to Mrs. Leona Deguire, so she suspected that had been the case.

But Luke. He remembered Luke. She had named her son after the Gospel, the news of her pregnancy the greatest she’d ever heard. The second best day of her life after the day he was born, followed closely by his baptism. 

And she wasn’t even allowed to take communion anymore.

She could forget about that for a few hours, though. Gale was more than good for that, had plenty of stories in his pocket that made her nearly howl with laughter. She noticed, though, that while she accidentally peppered in mentions of Will, however dismissively, Gale didn’t really bring up Marge. Made her wonder if she misstepped in mentioning the hat, if she simply shoved her finger into an open wound instead of sharing a fond memory. She nearly scoffed at herself. Of course she had. His wife had died suddenly and tragically. It wasn’t a contentious and bitter divorce like she had.

Luke was a safe conversation topic. Gale at least seemed interested in her little anecdotes about her son and his antics. In the middle of a story about Luke and some of his friends, the opening notes of an all too familiar song began playing, and a cacophony of groans and heckling was directed toward Bucky.

“Oh god,” Gale groaned.

Leona laughed. “Can’t say I missed that last year.”

“Do you wanna take this conversation somewhere else?” he asked, his voice nearly drowned out by Bucky’s off-key singing.

“That sounds perfect. Let me close out my tab.”

She got up from her seat to wave down the bartender. 

Gale’s attention turned to Bucky, half-serenading a giggling, blushing Holly—until Bucky nodded toward Leona and winked at him. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to thank or strangle his best friend in that moment, but Leona rejoined him before he had time to do more than shoot a playful glare Bucky’s way.

“They’re so funny,” Leona said, a slight smile on her face.

“If you mean funny–weird, then yeah, they’re funny.”

“Well, where are we off to now?”

“Is my room alright?” he asked.

She nodded. “Sure.”

Walking side by side to the elevator, she wondered if the heat radiating off of him was real, or just the buzz she had after two glasses of wine with barely anything else to eat or drink for the past few hours. Christ, she couldn’t hold her alcohol as well as she used to. Things looked almost sideways until she leaned against the wall on the far side of the elevator, watching as Gale pressed the button for the seventh floor. Her room was on the fifth.

“You okay, Lee?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said when the elevator doors finally opened. “I–I think I just need a glass of water or something.”

Almost felt like a sunburn, his hand on the small of her back, leading her to his hotel room with concern etched across his handsome face. She nearly insisted she was fine, but knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew for sure.

He sat her on the edge of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom for a few moments. Her gaze fell to her hands as the faucet ran, her nose crinkling in disappointment when she noticed her cheap drugstore nail polish already chipping. Should’ve dyed her hair instead.

Gale emerged from the bathroom with a glass of water before she could sink too far into the depths of self-consciousness. “You’re probably dehydrated.” It seemed he'd thrown away his toothpick while in there, too. Almost odd to see him without it.

He sat down next to her, rubbing comforting circles on her back as she drank. It was almost too overwhelming. She hadn’t been taken care of in so long, but she felt like her head was back on straight with something other than wine in her.

“Thanks,” she said, setting the glass down on the nightstand and wishing he hadn’t pulled his hand away from her when she did. “I really don’t drink. Especially not around—I already told you that, didn’t I?”

He smiled sympathetically. “Who's been watching Luke since you’re out here?”

“One of my neighbors in the building. He likes going over there anyway, they have a television and their son is about his age, so they play cops and robbers, or superheroes.”

“It’s good he’s made friends.”

“He sees—maybe sees isn’t the right word since he refuses to wear his glasses,” she half-joked. “Everything's an adventure to him. He hasn’t started asking a lot of questions yet—not the heavy stuff, anyway—so it gives me time to think of answers.”

“Must be hard on your own.”

“I manage. It took a while to find a job that paid halfway decent, but the alimony helps,” she said. “I think once we settle down somewhere, I’ll buy a television. Not that anyone in their right mind would give me a line of credit, but I can save up for one if I’m careful. I think he deserves it after everything.”

“He’s lucky to have you as a mother.” The sincerity in his voice made her breath catch in her throat. “You’re doing a lot for him, more than most people could handle. You’ve always been pretty tough, though.”

She couldn’t acknowledge the compliment or she’d start crying. Wasn’t something she heard very often, typically the opposite over the past year or so.

In Newark, the first day she showed up to work without her rings on was her last, as her boss brought her into his office and told her that as a family business, he simply couldn’t abide a woman separated from her husband working there. Humiliation and rage initially blinded her through the first few hundred miles of the drive to Nevada to establish the six-week residency required to file for divorce from Will. Making the move with Luke in tow, the reason she was certain divorce was the right choice in the first place, replaced those feelings with determination to make the messy situation work.

Money was inevitably tight on her lone income until the court finally ordered Will to back pay alimony. But she had a chance to really start over, without the judgmental stares and whispers from the people she’d spent her whole life around. Outright condemnation from her oldest sister, a nun, disapproval from her parents, and varying degrees of skepticism from the rest of her siblings. How could they expect her to grin and bear it, to allow her son to grow up in a home where his own father barely acknowledged his existence, hardly bothered to even pretend he gave a damn about him, so complacent in the casual cruelty. She felt almost sick thinking about it again.

“I don’t know if I’ll stay in Reno forever, especially with Luke starting school next year. It’d be like raising him in Atlantic City,” she said, quickly waving her hand as if to dismiss her own worry. “But I’ll figure it out, maybe go to a few different places and see where he likes best.”

“I’m back in Wyoming for a while. You two are more than welcome to visit if you want to make the trip.”

“How long is a while?”

“Till the end of the summer, at least.”

“Are you sure, Gale?” she asked. “I mean, Luke’s a good kid, but he can be a little wild sometimes. I just don’t want to put you out or anything.”

He smiled. “I’m sure he and I will get along just fine. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.”

“Reno to Wyoming…I’ll have to drive through Utah or something, won’t I?”

“We’ll find Croz tomorrow and get him to map it for us.”

She laughed. “Come on, I made it from Newark to Reno on my own, and I only got lost twice. Maybe three times, but that last one was because Luke had to go to some miniatures museum in Oklahoma.”

“Oklahoma?” He raised an eyebrow. “What were you doing driving through there to get to Reno from Jersey?”

“We mapped out a road trip ahead of time. I wanted to make it fun for him, not like he was stuck in the car for a week because…” she trailed off, sighing softly to herself.

“It sounds to me like you did the right thing.”

“That means a lot coming from you.”

His light scoff held a hint of nervousness. “It shouldn’t.” 

“Why not?”

“Come on, Lee.”

Her lips twitched a bit. “You were far from my worst, Gale.”

“The way I acted after was horrible.”

“You were scared,” she said. “We all were.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

“I’ve barely even thought about it since then,” she lied.

“That’s funny. It’s always…been on my mind, somehow,” he said, fidgeting with his watch. “Maybe—maybe I made it out to be more than it was.”

“What was it to you?”

“Back then?” He hesitated. “Everything.”

Leona was silent for a few moments, her feline gaze sizing him up. “I would’ve never guessed.”

He only ever lingered, made himself known to her one time. The space had been murky, there was no other way for him to put it. Blindsided by a letter in which Marge expressed the desire to end things despite all of her promises otherwise, Gale spent hours pouring over her previous letters for some indication of her discontent, a tell he had foolishly missed. It wasn’t until Bucky pulled him from his cot, telling him moping wouldn’t do him any good, that he should embrace his singleness, as if he weren’t already head over heels with Holly.

Gale embraced Leona instead. He’d always liked her. Interesting, nice to talk to, but most of all, he wanted her to see him, really see him, and know for certain that deep inside him there was someone worth wanting, maybe even loving, despite everything else. 

Her buttery skin shimmered with sweat which lent a salty tinge to her usual gardenias, the foreign name of her perfume whispered softly in his ear when he sat next to her in the grass and mentioned it. Made him feel dizzy, her proximity and his heartbreak mixing into a heady impulsiveness that saw him placing a hand on her knee, and then a bit higher when she smiled at the gesture. Felt that smile against his own lips, fingers digging into her tender thighs in an attempt to steady himself. In that single sweltering afternoon, he fell a little bit in love with Leona Spinelli, and never quite fell out of it. 

And it did scare him, how quickly the taste of her cherry-balmed lips and sounds of her moans seared in his memory.

The sleepless night that followed found him scrawling an impassioned letter to Marge imploring her to give them another chance, to not give up on them (not as easily as he seemed to, though he never whispered a word of it to her in shame—perhaps not so much for doing it, but for finding pleasure in another woman so easily). She was worth fighting for, that one last desperate cry for the woman who was his one and only.

An alien sickness filled his gut when he confronted Leona after bringing the letter to be sent back Stateside. It was a mistake, he told her, he should have never taken advantage of her kindness the way he did, so intimately and impulsively. Her gaze cut through him like shards of glass, though her voice was cool when she assured him she understood and they could still be friends.

Miraculously, she didn’t hate him. He was almost certain she would. They didn’t speak much again after that, but just as everyone else had, she embraced him upon his escape from the Germans, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek and a ‘Welcome back, Major’ , his knees almost giving out at the gesture.

“Leona, I should’ve—“ 

Except she was asleep, lying on the bed like she did on the blanket she’d taken from the women’s barracks back then, during his last summer as a free man for nearly two years. 

He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before lying down on the other side of the bed, a respectable amount of space between them. When he closed his eyes, he fell into a dreamless sleep for the first time in weeks.

The following morning, Leona awoke to a dimly lit room, a top sheet having been thrown over her at some point. Good thing, because her skirt had bunched up, and she awkwardly pulled it down before pushing the covers off. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Gale standing in front of the nearby mirror.

She realized she hadn’t seen him in anything besides a uniform, as like Bucky, he continued his career in the Air Force following the end of the war instead of returning to civilian life like so many others.

“Do you own any other clothes?” she asked, her voice hoarse and judgment lacking from drowsiness.

He snickered. “Yes, I do, and good morning.”

“Morning,” she said, sitting up. The glass on the nightstand was full again, and she smiled softly at Gale in thanks before taking a sip of water. “What time is it?”

“A little after eight. You fell asleep around midnight.”

“Oh, you could’ve kicked me out.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Lee. Besides, there was plenty of room.”

She got up from the bed and made her way over to him, feeling a bit awkward standing beside him in her wrinkled clothes. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Better than I have in a while,” he said, adjusting his tie in the mirror before turning to her. “How about you?”

“I just have a little bit of a crick in my neck is all.” 

She tilted her head to the side slightly, trying to relieve the tension that had built up overnight but winced when she pushed it too far.

He placed his hand on the side of her neck, his fingers pressing tenderly against her skin. “Here?”

“Yeah.” She knew he could feel it, her rabbit pulse thumping beneath his touch.

His gaze fell to her parted lips. Each breath she took gently beckoned him closer, to close the distance between them. Either her sighing or his imagination rang in his ears with a whisper-quiet plea—‘kiss me’. 

She didn’t leave him any room for doubt or hesitation, kissing him back as soon as his lips met hers. Different from how she remembered, the combination of experience and longing made her a little weak in the knees. It’d been so long since she’d been kissed, and kissed so well, at that. She nearly whined when he pulled away.

“My address is the same,” he said quietly, his nose brushing hers.

Her brows furrowed. “What?”

“From when you sent the card,” he said. “I really wanna see you again, Leona, and I don’t wanna have to wait another year for that to happen.”

She hesitated, letting his words settle in her mind before responding. “Are you sure it’s not too soon?”

“Rather it be too soon than too late. These things…you never know.”

“Oh Gale,” she whispered, caressing his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t—don’t pity me. You weren’t doing that last night,” he said. “It was the first time in a while that I felt like I was having a real conversation with someone besides Bucky.”

“Okay,” she said. “Okay. I have to square some things in Reno first, like telling Luke, most importantly. If you give me your phone number, I’ll call you when I get home and have a better idea of when we can visit.”

He nodded. “Anytime, Lee. I’ll be waiting there for you.”

“Maybe we should make it a surprise, then,” she joked. “Keep you on your toes.”

He smiled, pulling her closer and kissing her again.

She felt almost sorry when she reminded him that she still needed to go down to her own hotel room to shower and change clothes. Ten minutes of gentle coaxing and half a dozen kisses that were supposed to be the last before she slipped out, but not without swollen lips, hopelessly mussed hair, and the ghost of his hands squeezing her hips. 

In return, she had his phone number written neatly on the hotel stationary and folded securely between her fingers, and the satisfaction of finally knowing what he sounded like when he moaned without holding back.

[galactiquest]

Hi it's 🌻anon it's been awhile!

I've mostly been working a lot and just wanting to crawl in bed to just rest for the next thousand years or so.

Which made me think of a request: Vash and/or Knives s/o that just wants to rest in cuddle all day with them.

Hope you have a wonderful day 🌻

Hi Sunflower Anon 🌻 Always here to brighten my day. I totally feel you with wanting to rest for the next thousand years, working on several projects all at once will do that to you.

I think this request is really adorable and since I feel like it, I'm gonna do both. I think they'd approach this differently and it's fun to explore how!

Vash the Stampede and Millions Knives x Reader: Whole Day Off

Content Warnings: None, we're just enjoying a super cozy day in bed. For the most part.

Vash

I bet he wishes he could take the whole day off. A day with no fighting, no running, no bullets, nothing but gentleness and peace and quiet. This is never quite his reality, but now that you're in his life...

It'd be rude of him not to indulge you, at least once. Once you brought the idea up, perhaps half-asleep in the morning, he couldn't say no to your cute face.

He'll spread out a bit with you nestled into his arm, smiling at the gentle sunlight now spreading across the bed. It's nice to slow down when it's possible. And in these moments, there's nothing to worry about--just Vash quietly breathing next to you, sometimes the two of you adjusting to a new position, he spoons you, you spoon him, toppled over each other like wayward building blocks, whatever works.

Eventually he will get up, much to your reluctance, but he promises quietly that he'll come back. And he does--probably with something to eat and drink. Can't spend the whole day in bed without a snack!

Knives

This man is a workaholic. Does he even sleep? I'm not entirely convinced that he does. If you can, somehow, get him to sleep with you (literally, I mean) I think he'd be leaving soon after you fell asleep to keep doing work.

I don't think there's any way he'd accept "lying around in bed all day cuddling" as a valid excuse to avoid work. I think he'd call you silly for even suggesting it! But he wouldn't force you to get up and do anything if you didn't want to (he's not that mean... at least I like to think...).

But maybe there's room for... compromise? Is that a word in his vocabulary? Maybe he'll allow you just a few minutes of his company in bed in the morning. As an apology reward for being such a good little human. And a few minutes might turn into a few more. And maybe just a little longer. And maybe he'll wait until the top of the hour, just to be exact--and, whoops, looks like it's a minute past...

If he can't stay with you, truly, maybe he'll come to check on you every so often. If you've fallen back asleep, he'll probably graze the back of his hand against your cheek, admiring how cute you look--he means, just checking to see that you're still alive. And maybe he'll make sure you're still tucked into the blanket. And maybe he'll leave a little kiss on your forehead... Maybe he'll join you when he feels he can sneak away.

[mandyyvibes]

7! for Stucky, please! :D 💙

7- stucky; a kiss to shut them up

“Did you know that the scientific name for mandarin oranges is Citrus Reticulata?”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed with emotion and affection for the boy curled up next to him. This was the first Christmas morning since he lost his Ma, which was harder on him than he could ever put into words. But he’d woken up to the front door closing softly, and Bucky trying to be sneaky as he tiptoed in with a whole sack of oranges.

After a month of lamenting over how expensive they were, and gentle teasing about how they were going to get scurvy like pirates, Bucky had brought him oranges for Christmas.

Bucky had then climbed back into bed next to him, warming him better than fancy electric heat ever could, and started rambling off every relevant piece of trivia he knew.

“Are we gonna keep talking about the oranges, or are we gonna eat them?” Steve asked, voice muffled where he had his face resting against the top of Bucky’s hair. The smell of his hair product lingered despite the morning bedhead. It was a smell that Steve had come to associate with Bucky, despite the thousands of other men who probably smelled the same.

“I was trying to build the anticipation,” There was a coy smile in Bucky’s voice.

Steve sat up properly so that he could see the beautiful smile, and so he could retrieve an orange from the bag set at the foot of the bed and get to peeling.

Bucky looked like a damn angel with his white undershirt against sunshine-golden skin, dark hairs loose against his forehead. Steve found himself watching his lips as he spoke, not really processing what he was saying as he floated off into a hazy daydream, one where he could kiss sweet orange juice off of those soft pink lips.

“-from China, all the way on the other side of the world. I swear it’s true, I read it in a book. Are you listening, Stevie? Are you alright?”

Steve blinked and coughed a few times, out of habit more than any current ailment.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Steve’s bony fingers worked deftly across the orange peel in an attempt to remove it all in one piece, taking extra care over the parts that tried to stick, even though it made his joints ache.

Bucky was talking still, off the subject of oranges entirely, going on about some fantasy story that he had read recently. Steve’s tongue darted out from between his lips, wetting them, then licking the tart and sticky substance off of his own fingers.

Bucky wrinkled his nose.

“Gross.”

“You’re gross,” Steve quipped back, pulling off a section of the orange and offering it to Bucky.

Bucky leaned forward to take it out of Steve’s hand with his teeth, eyes glinting in a way that knocked the wind out of Steve. His lips ghosted across Steve’s thumb and holy hell, they were softer than they looked.

Desire festered deep in Steve’s stomach, sending goosebumps across his arms. He quickly put another slice into Bucky’s mouth, recoiling his fingers quickly as if scared of Bucky’s lips.

“And in Chinese culture oranges represent good luck, and prosperity,” Bucky continued even around a mouthful of fruit. “Do you feel lucky yet?”

“I dunno,” Steve took a piece for himself, relishing in the burst of sweet citrus across his tongue. A stray droplet of juice ran down his chin.

Before he could move to wipe it away, Bucky’s hand was on his face. The work-calloused fingers were gentle against his pale skin.

Steve thought his heart might stop beating. He was going to go into cardiac arrest right then and there, and then Christmas would be ruined.

“Thanks, Buck.”

“Your face is red, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”

Steve nearly choked. “I think I’m okay…my circulation. Or something. Probably.”

“Oh. Here,” Bucky pulled the blanket off of his own lap and draped it across Steve’s shoulders, already starting on another tangent. “Dad has to work today, but Mom wants to bring the girls over later, she’s bringing dinner. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them, huh? Alice is so big now, nearly as tall as you-“

“Buck,”

He just laughed, putting his hands up. “Okay, I won’t give you any crap about your size. But-“

“Buck,” Steve sighed, growing frustrated that he couldn’t get a word in. His annoyance and the way that Bucky’s plush lips formed a pretty, kissable pout had his stomach turning over.

“Stevie,” Bucky mimicked his breathless tone, nudging his knee affectionately. “I-“

“Shut up,” Steve groaned, and it felt like something finally broke within him. It was sort of like when he snapped and threw the first punch, except so much sweeter.

Before he could process what he was doing he was moving, placing both hands on Bucky’s bare shoulders and pulling him in. And then they were kissing fervently, and Bucky was making this delicious groaning sound in the back of his throat, lips parting to allow Steve’s tongue inside.

Steve knew that Bucky was a good kisser, had seen girls go weak in the knees from his kisses. He knew what he was doing, but he let Steve take the lead anyway. And if the noise that he was making was any indication, he didn’t mind sitting back and let Steve kiss him stupid. m

Steve sucked sticky orange juice off of Bucky’s bottom lip, and then sucked on it some more, only pulling away when it was visibly kiss-swollen and Bucky was breathing hard.

Steve sat back, putting some space between them, and slowly withdrew his hands, folding them in his lap. They shook with the adrenaline of it all.

“I…I’m gonna be insufferable if you’re gonna do that every time I piss you off,” Bucky managed finally, meeting Steve’s gaze with wide eyes. “Or was that your way of thanking me for the oranges?”

Steve felt so much lighter, knowing he could kiss Bucky, like he’d been carrying tension and he didn’t even realize it.

“Both, I guess. And merry Christmas,” Steve gave him a wide grin and leaned in once again to plant a peck on his flushed cheek.

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Piercer!Jake thought below the cut (mayhaps this will become something later). I saw this on tiktok and immediately thought of Jake, so-

You hear a male voice call your name from the doorway and immediately look up to acknowledge him. He flashes you a quick smile and motions for you to come closer to him.

He is undeniably beautiful, instantly captivating you with his smile and softer features - though, enhanced in a few places by some facial piercings.

“You’re getting your nose pierced, right?” He asks, glancing down at the paper in his hands and then back up at you.

All you can manage in response is a quick nod, but he seems unfazed. Turning around on his heel, he leads you back to one of the rooms, where everything is already set up just so.

���Okay,” he starts, laying the paper aside and picking up a purple marker. “Sit right up there for me. All I’m gonna do right now is mark your nose, okay?”

You’re lost in the way he’s talking to you. So gentle, yet confident in his words and actions. Probably because he’s done this a thousand times.

“Okay,” you reply, taking a seat up on the table, watching the way he moves about the small space.

“Alright,” His fingers just barely graze your jaw as he tilts your head. “Look straight ahead for me.”

Carefully and skillfully, he touches the felt tip of the marker to the side of your nose, creating the smallest little dot. He pulls back and examines it for a moment, before nodding to himself and stepping back from you.

“Check that out in the mirror for me,” he smiles, gesturing towards the mirror. “If you want to move it, I most definitely can. It is your face, after all,” he chuckles lightly.

You look in the small mirror and take in the placement. Of course, it’s perfect.

“I love it right where it is,” you tell him. very much pleased with the placement.

“Awesome,” he nods with a grin. “Jump back up there then and we’ll get you pierced!”

The nerves start to bubble up in your stomach as you plant yourself back in your previous spot. Not because you’ve never had a piercing done before, but because you’ve never had a piercer so fucking handsome. Ever:

Truly, you’re half convinced he’s not real.

“So,” he chimes, his raspy voice pulling you from your daze. “Do you have any other piercings besides your ears, or is this your first?”

“I have a few,” you answer him, engaging in his small talk, watching him pull a pair of dark blue gloves over his hands. “This is obviously my first facial piercing though. But I have my bellybutton and nipples.”

Although you’ve rather boldly finished your sentence, you can’t help the flash of shock and embarrassment that washes over you, once your brain processes what you just said.

He is notably a little red in the cheeks, as well, but not nearly as flustered as you are.

“Well, this should be a piece of cake for you then, huh?” There’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, fighting to be seen, as he tears open the packages for needle and the jewelry.

“Ready?” He asks, taking the needle in between his fingers and turning towards you.

“As ever,” you smile, trying to act cool in favor of pulling yourself out of the hole you just dug… and fell into.

Tediously, he takes your face in his hands and places the needle over the mark he’d made.

“Aaand…Here we go,” he says, giving you the brief warning before swiftly pushing the needle in.

You cringe, eyes beginning to water, threatening to spill out over your cheeks. Nice, you think to yourself.

Reaching for the little stud, the needle is quickly replaced with the jewelry and some of the pain instantly subsides.

Much to your surprise, just as your eyes open completely, his thumb makes a short pass over your cheek, swiping away a stray tear that had fallen, immediately making you turn a deep shade of red.

“Don’t stress, love,” he grins. “Happens all the time. It’s normal.”

[goldielia]

chicago

a part of: yeah, i like you au

connor didn’t think vienna would show up. it was june and he knew the summers liked to travel europe, especially since noah had moved to germany for his soccer. but here he was, in nashville, wearing his suit that he knew had her name embroidered into the lining right over his heart with the rest of his family. and there she was, stepping into his hotel room wearing a black dress and a red lip and her beloved dark red converse and he still couldn’t really believe she was here.

his nerves feel calmer instantly, like the blackhawks know now that vienna summers is here with connor they’re going to pick him. she still feels the exact same when she steps into his embrace. the way his arms fit right around her waist, his nose pressing to her neck while her arms encase his shoulders with just the right amout of pressure to feel loved but not painful yet. even the way she still smells like that perfume he’s pretty sure his mom gifted her a few years ago.

“what are you doing here?” he breathes out after a few minutes. “i don’t know, some guy i used to know is going first overall today and his parents flew me out” he knows she’s smiling without even having to move his head. “you don’t know i’ll go first” he mumbles, anxiety suddenly coming back at full force. “no, i don’t. but i think you will. and you’d deserve it.” he can’t help but pout when she pulls back from their hug to take his jaw into her hands and look straight in his eyes.

“no matter when you’re picked. no matter if you’re picked. i’m so, so proud of you. you understand me?” viennas smile when he nods his head brings the butterflies straight back to his stomach. the butterflies he thinks have always been there, just not at full force, but ever since he took her to prom a few weeks ago they feel different, stronger.

“good, because i have a surprise for you. actually two” she reaches into her bag and presses a bracelet into his hands. it’s white with small red hearts and he can tell she made it herself. when he takes it out of her palm he notices she’s wearing a matching one, only with bigger hearts. “will you put it on me?” he asks, voice a quiet murmur because in this moment every softest sound feels like it’s too loud.

“of course.” she answers just as softly. her gentle hands work quickly and tie the bracelet around his wrist, fastening it to fit properly. “what’s the second surprise?” he asks after he’s examined his wrist with the bracelet on and decided he likes the look of it. the look of them belonging together. “well, you know how i’ll go to college in the fall, right?” he nods, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“i applied to chemistry programs in every city that was in contention for first pick” she whispers into the space between them. “there’s a really good undergrad chemistry program at uchicago. and they’d want me on their soccer team. full scholarship. maybe, after tonight, you’re gonna need a roomie in chicago?” she smiles up at him timidly.

he feels hot and cold at the same time. the girl that he’s been watching the stars with since they were four years old, the girl that was with him every step of the way, no matter if he was three streets down or thousands of miles away, wants to continue living her life with him in it. is willing to base a decision as important as college on his career. willing to move to a different city, hell a different country to be with him.

“i haven’t confirmed anything, if you don’t want me to i have a few other schools i could go to, i’m sorry for even-” her remaining words are muffled by the fabric of his suit. “you’d do that?” he whispers breathlessly into the hug. “you’d come with me?” and she laughs wetly, “connor, i think i’d come to the ends of the earth with you” and he has to squeeze her tighter at that.

it takes about three pleas to convince his mom to let vienna sit next to him in their row. he’s been asked a few times if she was his girlfriend but not at all as many as she had feared. madi figures it helps that the matching bracelet is hidden beneath his suit jacket and shirt sleeve. the two girls stick closely together anyway, always having been close and not wanting to bother connor too much but equally as much wanting to support the boy they’ve both loved for as long as they could remember.

she doesnt’t think holding his hand would be smart with the way hundreds of cameras are pointed towards connor from the second he arrived, so she settles for linking her ankle with his. when the blackhawks representative steps up on the stage her breath is stolen out of her lungs. her fingers tap on her thighs and fiddle with the hem of her dress mindlessly until he starts speaking.

the breath she’s holding releases with a laugh before the man can even finish the word regina and as soon as connors name sounds through the room she’s up, waits for him to hug his family first though before he turns to her and wraps her up in a lingering hug. “thank you, cherry. could not have made it here without you.” “t’was all you, con. all you” there’s tears shining in her eyes when they pull away and madi has her arm around viennas waist within seconds.

connor throws her a wink with a smiley “don’t cry” over his shoulder before he makes his way towards the stage. before he even has the jersey over his head vienna has her phone out already and confirms to uchicago that yes, she will enroll there in the fall and yes, she will play soccer. madi and connors mom smile at her, pull her into a tight hug as the three of them giggle. their favourite boy made it and vienna’s going with him.

the following hours are a little much for vienna, which she knew beforehand. there’s so many people and so much happening but the second they step out of the venue and towards the car she feels calmer. the family dinner they have at the hotel restaurant feels a lot more comfortable than basically the whole evening and when she asks connors dad for the keys to their rental car and if she can steal his son for a couple hours, no bedard could’ve said no to her.

they’re quiet on the drive, nashville looking mesmerizing at night and both of them having to process what happened today. she’s put some quiet instrumental music on, he knows it’s taylor swift songs on the piano because it’s what she likes to listen to while studying. she makes a quick stop for ice cream at the mcdonald’s drive through, ordering both their favourites on autopilot even after they haven’t gotten them together in years.

he eats his ice cream and alternates between staring at her and the city that’s getting smaller and smaller behind them until she parks the car somewhere out of it. he doesn’t realize why until she opens the sunroof and reclines her seat. his throat constricts as his breath hitches at the familiarity of it all.

he can’t recount how many nights he’d spent just like this. vienna and him under a sky full of stars with their favourite snacks. there’s the butterflies again. they’re always there, he’s noticed. when vienna’s there, when something reminds him of her, when someone mentions her. the little tickles in his stomach are her constant companion.

whenever people talked about butterflies in his stomach when he was younger, he envisioned a slightly uncomfortable sensation. what he’s feeling now is anything but uncomfortable though. it’s the same feeling he’s had around vienna for his whole life, or at least for as long as he can remember and it’s nowhere near uncomfortable.

he finds he likes the butterflies even more when he slides his hand in hers. there’s tears in his eyes now and fuck, he promised himself he wouldn’t cry in front of anyone else on his draft day, only allowed himself a few happy tears in the bathroom when he found a quiet moment. but vienna’s gentle with him, just as she always has been, squeezes his hand once before her other comes up to wipe his tears away.

when vienna has showed him all the constellations she can find on this particular night, they make their way back to the hotel. she drives slow on purpose, he knows, because they don’t have moments like this often anymore and it gets him excited for when she’ll start college in chicago. he makes a mental note to start looking for apartments near campus and the arena, thinks he needs to make sure they have a terrace or balcony to watch the city from.

there’s no hesitation when they make their way back to the hotel. she makes a quick detour to her room, grabs a small bag with the things she’ll need to sleep over and then slips right into connors room with him.

when they’re lying next to each other and connor watches vienna fall asleep in his shirt he can’t help but feel lucky. he went first overall and he’ll get to share his space and his life with his favourite girl again.

[anantplayingdnd]

The Story of Kazimir and Patrina

Yeah so I ended up writing like two thousand words about them and Barovia, and I can't share it with my players yet, so... here you go, loves. Not gonna be canon-compliant and I do not care. Enjoy!

Also Curse of Strahd Spoilers under the break. Obviously. Read at your own discretion.

Before Barov von Zarovich began his conquest, the Balinok Valley was vibrant and full of life. Among the traveling Vistani, the wide-spread clans of werewolves and wereravens, one of the largest people groups was the Dusk Elves. Distant relatives of the subterranean Drow, they were gentle, peaceful people that never sought to harm their neighbors, but rather to learn from and collaborate with them. They worshipped the Three Ladies of the Weave, with particular deference to the Weaver herself. They took to heart her teachings about remembering the past, keeping detailed records of both their own histories and those of others. However, they were not defenseless and unprepared when Barov and his son came to destroy them. Due to a warning from the Weaver’s sister, the Seeker, they were able to ready themselves for the coming attacks.

The twins Kazimir and Patrina were born in the midst of this preparation, knowing from birth that their people would face a terrible war. Although they were very young, both showed great talent for magic, Kazimir even more so than his sister. But the war came too soon. Before they had even reached their centenium, the war began. The Dusk Elves’ preparations were able to resist for many years, but their resources were finite and soon began to dwindle. People started dying – fast. There were some who believed it was best to surrender to the would-be-conquerors, but the supreme council of Dusk Elves rejected this. Unfortunately, this schism led to Rahadin’s betrayal, as he deserted his own people in favor of the Von Zarovich family. As a member of the council himself, Rahadin was privy to many secrets and plans that the Dusk Elves would have needed to secure their survival.

After that, the defeat was quick and brutal. The vast majority of the Dusk Elves were killed in battle, but many more were slaughtered after the fact, until fewer than five hundred remained in total. Those that remained were forced into a single village, largely cut off from the rest of the new society that Strahd was building. Kazimir and Patrina were among those that lived, in no small part due to Patrina’s cunning. Kazimir did his best to adjust to a life without a war, but Patrina was not content to live in a run-down village and scavenge for whatever scraps they could gather. She had heard whispers of power that she could use to enact her will and take anything she wanted from their oppressor’s hands. Kazimir was initially in favor of this plan, until he learned one final detail: Patrina would go to none other than Strahd Von Zarovich himself for help. Horrified, he tried to convince her not to do this, but it was too late. His sister had made up her mind.

That was the last he heard of her for several years. Kazimir found himself in a position of leadership within their clan, and began building relationships with the Vistani, who were somehow spared Strahd’s wrath. During this time, he took on a Vistana name, Velikov, after a man who helped to lead and mentor him. Despite having only a few friends, Kazimir was well-respected as a leader despite his relative youth.

The Dusk Elves, small and few though they were, began to recover. They started healing from the pain of the war, having children, building homes. Maybe it was because of their slow healing that, when Patrina suddenly returned, Kazimir didn’t hesitate to welcome his sister back home. However, this wasn’t the sister he remembered. Her dusk-purple skin had become hollow and thin. Her eyes, he found, could no longer see color. And what was more, after her return, people started dying. Otherwise healthy people suddenly dying in the night, their bodies missing without a trace and then appearing a few days later as just piles of bones. Many began to question if this was Patrina’s doing, but she refused to answer any questions, even from Kazimir. She would not tell where she had been or what she had done, but it was clear that she was mad with power.

Unfortunately, there would soon be much bigger problems at hand. One evening, a dark mist rushed upon the valley, descending from the southern mountains and spreading across all of Barovia, blotting out the sun. At first, it was thought that this was merely strange weather that would pass quickly. Days turned into weeks into months, and it became clear that this was not something that would simply go away. At least during the first war, the grass was green and the sky was blue, the warm sun would rise every morning. But as Barovia descended into madness and chaos, there was no light. No sun, no clouds. The grass and trees began to wither. Some tried to leave, but any who did were swiftly killed by the mists. The Three Ladies they had long worshiped were attacked, and the shrine of the Huntress was desecrated and destroyed.

In this new darkness, Patrina’s insanity only grew. She began whispering to herself at all hours of the day, sometimes seeming to argue with no one at all. And then one night, she simply disappeared. The deaths stopped. Though relieved, the Dusk Elves couldn’t rest. Only months after vanishing, Patrina returned again, now overflowing with power and anger and hate. Kazimir and the rest of the village confronted her and, finally, Patrina answered.

Yes, she had killed all of those people and more. In the years she was gone, she was at the side of Strahd von Zarovich as his partner and lover. At the same time that he made the deal that led to his Vampirism, she took a deal of her own, in exchange for unimaginable power. But Strahd forgot about her. He was consumed with love for another woman, and so she fled Ravenloft. But she heard word that his new, young lover had died, and so she attempted to return to his side to use his vulnerability to help restore the Dusk Elves. Instead, she was cast aside even more quickly than before, and now she was here, home.

Kazimir couldn’t believe his ears. He was overcome by grief, horror, and fear at what his sister told him. The villagers began taking up stones to kill her, but they were too late. A monster appeared. Not Patrina – Kazimir. Practically unknown to even himself, their male lineage was cursed by a terrible beast that would transform and wreak havoc on their surroundings in times of great stress. For all of his life, Kazimir had been able to stay calm and collected enough that the beast was never released, even during war. But the anger within him at Patrina’s words was too much. Patrina was dead before the first stone was even thrown.

He only returned back to his humanoid form after his sister was gone. Dazed, confused, and nearly unconscious, Kazimir struggled to find his senses after the act. The other Dusk Elves, now scared of him too, refused to get near. He had only just begun to reason with them when none other than Rahadin the betrayer arrived. He demanded to be taken to Patrina, and when he was pointed to Kazimir and the body he was laying over, Rahadin was deeply displeased. Strahd had requested Patrina alive, and Rahadin had long loathed his own people. This was the final straw.

In retribution, Rahadin and his soldiers systematically slaughtered every female Dusk Elf they could find regardless of age, from the oldest woman to the youngest baby – and they did not stop until anyone who could repopulate their people was found. Kazimir and the others fought back, but those who tried to fight were swiftly killed. When he finished, there were barely a hundred-and-fifty men and boys left. As specific punishment for Kazimir, who at that point was already badly wounded, Rahadin cut off his long elven ears. After it all, Rahadin took Patrina’s body and vanished into the night.

[gvfgal]

Bound- Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Twelve

A/n: We’ve made it to the end! It’s been quite the ride, and I wanna thank everyone who took the time to read this little story of mine out of the thousands other out there!! You guys are seriously amazing and have made writing this series so much fun. There’s much more to come from me, and as always, enjoy <3

Content Warnings: Angst, arguing, language, kinda mean Jake (but he makes up for it), explicit sexual content, light fingering, unprotected sex, NOT GONNA SPOIL THE REST!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

One Week Later…

My dearest Y/n, May 27th, 1973

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, then again that’s nothing new. It pains me to know that I’ve gone the past two years of my life without you by my side, and I miss you more than I can put into words.

I know my mistakes in the past led us to where we are now, and I’m so sorry for all the pain that I’ve caused you, I never wanted to break your heart. I was foolish, and immature, and I took our time together for granted.

But despite all of that, my love for you has never wavered. You’re the light of my life, babydoll, and still the reason I wake up every morning and dare to face the world.

I want you to know ,y/n, that even though I can’t change the past, I’m not giving up on us. I believe in my heart that we were bound to be together, that we’re two halves of a whole, and I’m willing to walk this earth alone until you find your way back to me. All I want from this life is you in my arms again, so I can spend the rest of my days making you happy, and proving to you just how much I love you.

Please take care of yourself, and know that I’m waiting for you.

I love you, I miss you.

Yours Always,

Jake

You slid the postcard back into its envelope and sat it with the pile of others you’d already read through with a heavy sigh. For the past week, you’d spent your time holed up at your mother’s house, experiencing all the emotions that a situation like this could put you through.

Grief, relief, frustration, happiness, fear, optimism. All of those feelings were a constant swirling storm inside of you.

In all honesty, you didn’t know when you’d get the courage to finally speak to Jake, if you’d ever find the courage at all. The last words he said to you were the biggest roadblock preventing you from facing him.

“…if you walk out that door, you might as well never look back…”

But he was there, right there. A short twenty minute drive up the road, back at his parents for a few weeks before he was back on the road again with his brothers.

You knew your window of opportunity was closing in, every day that passed was another day closer to his departure. Yet still, you couldn’t bring yourself to face him.

The air smelled of fresh rain, heavy gray clouds rolling off into the distance as the recent storm passed over. The harsh sun peeked from behind them, its light reflecting off of the dewdrops in the grass making it shine that much brighter.

That porch swing had been your anchoring spot since you’d arrived, spending every moment that you possibly could in the comfort of its gentle rocking. Your mom was very mindful of giving you your space, only popping in every once in a while to check on you when she felt it necessary.

At times, it was nice to have her company, but she knew well that what you needed more than anything in those days was peace and solitary, and you were so very thankful for her understanding.

However, it was time for one of her routine check ins. Your back was facing the door, but you heard it creak open slowly before slamming back shut.

Hopefully she has tea, you thought to yourself as you waited for her to take a seat. And ever attentive to your needs, she handed you a steaming white mug as she sat down beside you.

“Just wanted to check on you, how are you feeling? Careful, it’s hot.”

You heeded her warning and sat the mug down on the small side table, giving her a shrug, “I don’t really know,” you scoffed, “it’s like I’m feeling a whole bunch, but at the same time I feel nothing.”

Her gaze was casted into the distance, her graying hair blowing out behind her. For the first time in a while, you realized that she was really aging, and it made you think of how much time had passed, and how quickly it had done so.

“Well, do you know what you’re gonna do?” she asked.

Once again, you shrugged, “I don’t know, mama. I’m afraid this is really the end for Jake and me,” she turned to look at you, “you didn't see the look on his face when I walked out that door back in Montana, I’d never seen him like that before. I put him through absolute hell. And though it wasn’t intentional,” you shook your head, that thought being tossed into the wasteland of your mind, “what if it’s too late?”

Your mom sat up straighter, something she did whenever she was about to spew words of wisdom or encouragement. But instead, something entirely different left her mouth.

“That very well may be the case, and if it is, you can’t do nothing but accept it.”

Your head dropped. So much for that encouragement.

“But baby,” she continued, calling your attention back to her, “do you really think you and Jake could ever stay away from each other? Isn’t that what got you into this situation in the first place?”

You don't answer her, only turning to look out of the post-rain landscape as she had done before. She grabs the thin blanket thrown over the back of the swing and drapes it across the both of you, “I wanna tell you a story, of how me and your father came to be me and your father. I don’t think I’ve ever told you this story before.”

She was right, she hadn’t, and your interest was piqued. If the story had anything to do with helping your current situation, you were all ears.

You scooped up your much cooler tea from the table and tucked your knees up to your chest, giving her your full attention.

“I met your dad when I was sixteen at the spring festival they host in town every year. I’d just moved here from an even smaller town, if you can believe it, and I didn’t know a soul here. I went by myself,” she chuckled.

“Your dad saw me sitting alone, and he was the first person to come up and talk to me. He was so charming, y/n,” she grinned, “I was swoon from the moment he said hello. We spent the entire night side by side and by the time we said our goodbyes, I was sure he was the one for me.”

You smiled at that, the thought of your parents young and in love similar to the way you and Jake were.

“But, as I was waiting for your grandma to pick me up, I met Oliver Holloway, star football player of the high school team. And, boy was he something. He sat and talked with me while I waited, and by the end of that night, I didn’t know who I wanted. So… I started seeing both of ‘em, without the other knowing.”

“Mama,” you gasped playfully, causing her to chuckle. She was always a saint to you, it was hard to imagine her in such a way.

“It’s not like I wanted to see both of them at the same time, I just couldn’t choose. Each of those guys brought out a different side of me, and I liked both of them. It worked for awhile, but of course, I got caught, by your father, and he told me I had to make a choice.”

You were growing more and more interested in her story, not even aware that you were leaning in, chomping at the bits for her next words.

“I knew your father was the right choice. Oliver was nice and everything, but it was just something about your dad that I knew Oliver could never amount to, but I picked him anyway.”

You furrowed your brow, “you what?”

She nodded, “told your father to his face that I was choosing Oliver over him, not one of my better moments.”

“Well then what happened?” you pressed.

“Well, it didn’t take me long to realize that I hadn’t made the right choice after all. I was miserable without your father around, and I didn’t know how much I’d miss him until he was gone. Yes, I liked Oliver, but with your father, it was just different, I still can’t explain it to this day.”

You nodded in understanding, you knew that feeling all too well.

“When I told my friends that I thought I made a mistake, and I wanted to get your dad back, they all called me crazy. ‘You gutted him’, ‘There’s no way he’s gonna take you back after that’. And I almost believed them. But something inside of me told me that, if I didn't at least try, I’d spend the rest of my life regretting it. So I ended things with Oliver, and I went to see him.”

“He gave me a hard time at first, a really hard time. But in the end, we managed to make it work. And the rest is history.”

She placed a gentle hand on your knee giving you a small grin, “and I’m so thankful that I made that choice,” she choked out in an attempt to suppress her sobs.

“I can’t even imagine what my life would be like had I not taken that chance. I could’ve easily listened to what my friends were feeding me. I could’ve stayed with Oliver, maybe married him, and who knows, I probably would’ve had a pleasant life. But I don't think it could even amount to the beautiful life I built with your father, and I wouldn’t have gotten you, the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” her palm cupped your cheek, and you leaned into her touch.

“I miss him so much, but there’s a certain level of peace that I have knowing that I chose him, and loved him with everything in me until he took his last breaths.”

You both were crying silently now, holding each other close as the sun began to set on the horizon.

You were right, the story had helped, and you knew what you needed to do next. You refused to live your life in regret, possibly missing out on the life you always dreamed of having with Jake.

That night, you’d allow yourself to rest. But the next morning, you were going to him.

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Jake was up early that morning, as he usually was since he’d been back in Townsend. With him taking a nice long break from drinking, and no music to occupy his time, he’d been spending his days fixing stuff around his parents property.

First was reinforcing his old abode, then it was fixing the steps to his parents front porch that had begun to wither away. Little by little, project by project, he worked himself tired so he’d sleep at night, and kept his mind occupied in hopes it wouldn’t drift to thoughts of you.

For all the good it did.

The forecast called for more rain that day, though it didn’t take a weather reporter in a fancy suit to tell him that. The looming gray clouds from the night before had returned with a vengeance, and it was only a matter of time before the rain began to fall again.

Jake had his truck backed into the space that once housed he and his brothers music equipment, now acting as a proper garage. On his ride back from town earlier, it began sputtering, something that frustrated him greatly at first, but he soon realized it’d be another project to keep him occupied.

The humidity had him working with his shirt off, his body slid underneath the hood as he tinkered away. The music that played softly blended with the sound of rolling thunder, setting a peaceful backdrop for his project, but a third sound rang out into his ears, causing him to stop all his movements.

“Jake?”

Oh shit, am I dead? He thought to himself. Surely, the truck must have fallen on him while he was working, and now, he was in heaven. It was the only way he could explain hearing your voice in that moment. How exactly he’d made it there, he had no clue.

He slowly slid from under the car, his eyes fixed in your direction as you came into his view, dressed in a white sundress.

Maybe I am dead.

But he quickly shook away the silly thought, the feeling of seeing you there felt all too real.

Your eyes scanned his body swiftly, practically drooling at the way his entire abdomen was gleaming with sweat.

He stood from the ground and grabbed a nearby rag to wipe the motor oil from his hands.

“Howdy.”

“Hi Jake,” you shuffled on your feet as you pulled your bag close to you.

Awkward silence lingered between the two of you as he stood and stared at you, not a single emotion crossing his face.

“Ho-how are you doing?” You stammered, not daring to step an inch closer.

Another roll of thunder sounded around you, and Jake shielded his eyes to look up at the threatening sky, “I’m alright,” he glanced back at you, “you?”

“Okay.”

More silence, more thunder.

“Look Jake,” you spoke up, voice cracking under the pressure, “I… I don't even know what to say. Well, first of all I’m really sorry, for everything. I know that you probably don’t even wanna see me right now.”

He wanted to agree with you, but it wouldn’t have been true. Seeing your face was the highlight of his recently empty days. But he said nothing.

“But…” you continued, trying to find the best way to arrange your words, “well I left him. I left August.”

Jake widened his stance and crossed his arms over his chest, “why?”

You let out a nervous laugh, “wh-what do you mean why? You know why, Jake.”

“For me?” He scoffed, burning you with his harsh tone. You could feel tears beginning to sting at the back of your eyes, but forward you pressed.

“For us.”

“Us, huh?” He shook his head, “you didn’t seem too worried about ‘us’ when you walked out on me.”

Beginning to feel desperate, you took a step towards him, “Jake you know it—”

“Yeah, no, I get it. Complicated, right?” he gawks at you in disbelief before turning around to fumble in his toolbox. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but he’d know when he found it.

At that point he’d checked out of the conversation, and you could feel your chance growing smaller and smaller. You hated that feeling, like you were suffocating slowly.

“Jake,” you peeped as tears began to slide down your face, “don’t do this, please.”

“Damn it, do what, y/n?” he shouted as he swiftly turned back to face you with eyes full of fury, “you made your choice when you left! Remember?”

You didn’t let his sudden anger affect you. Instead, you stood straighter, puffing your chest out, “you're right, I did make my choice. I chose to leave August, break his fucking heart, because I want to be with you.”

Fat raindrops began to spill from the sky, but neither you or Jake moved.

“Yeah, you wanna be with me now,” he spat, “but what about then? You couldn’t wait to get back to Nashville, back to him,” he took a step towards you and jammed a finger in your direction, “you had me thinkin’ things were finally right between us again, all for you to just snatch it away from me.”

“I couldn’t just desert him like that!” you yelled back at him, feeling your own anger beginning to surface.

“Yes you could! You just didn’t want to, because you don't really want to be with me! You just like the idea of having me chase you for the rest of my natural born life cause you know I’d do it, no questions asked.”

You couldn’t believe the words that he was saying, but rather than making you sad, they only fueled your rage.

“God, get over yourself Jake!” you shoved him in his chest, causing him to stumble backwards, “you act like you have zero fault in this! Like you didnt leave me first! It’s how we ended up here in the first goddamn place!”

Jake rolled his eyes, “oh for fucks sake,” he leaned into your face so that you could hear him clearly, “that was five fucking years ago. I apologized to you a million times, we talked about it, and even still I beat myself up for it every! Fucking! Day! Get over it already!”

“I am over it! I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t! But you’re not gonna stand here and blame me for all of this,” you threw your hands up in the air to emphasize your point.

Jake stood huffing at you, defiantly choosing not to speak, but he didn’t need to.

“Jake this is a mess,” you scoffed in disbelief, blinking away a raindrop that rested on your eyelid.

“Yeah, I know,” he bit out, “it seems like it’s always a mess when it comes to us. Which is why we’re probably better off without each other.”

He turned with nothing else, entering the shelter of the garage just as the steady sprinkle transitioned into a heavy downpour, leaving you exposed to the elements.

“Jake you don’t mean that.”

He knows he doesn’t, how could he? But he still chose to ignore you, beginning to dig in his toolbox again.

You stalk over to him, “Jake, don’t walk away from me.”

When he doesn’t respond, you grab him by his shoulder and force him to face you. He’s still fuming, staring directly into your glassy eyes.

There, he could see practically the entirety of his past. From the first moment he laid eyes on you, to catching fireflies with you at the creek. Dancing with you at the middle school dance, the longing glances he gave you across the halls in high school. The summer of 72’, and all of the bleak days that followed his departure. The bar in Nashville, Montana, oh, Montana.

He was sure that this was the end for the two of you, but still found it strange, that even looking into his eyes and seeing the past, he could also see his entire future.

“Jake I love you,” you begged, cupping his face in your hands. You were soaking wet, your dress clinging to your body as the tears continued to stream, probably looking everything like the dictionary definition of desperate, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

His eyes avoided yours at all costs as his jaw clenched, but you were having none of it.

“Jake,” you push lightly on his chin to make him look at you again, “I love you. It’s always been you, there could never be anyone else for me.”

You press your lips to his, but he doesn’t kiss you back, his forehead, does though, meet with yours as he lets out a heavy sigh.

“Y/n, stop… it’s done.”

Every muscle in your body fights to cling to him, but instead, you pull away with an understanding nod. You wanted to say something to him, a final goodbye, but the shards of your broken heart stabbed at you so savagely, you couldn’t form words.

This was it, you were sure of it. The last heartbreak you could ever take.

You turned slowly to walk away, and Jake stood watching as the rain began to soak you again. He lets you get a comfortable distance away before he stops you with a call of your name.

Facing him again, you waited for him to speak or move, but he did no such thing. You felt as if this was his way of dragging out the torture just a little bit longer, but all you did was subject yourself to it. You couldn’t move, and you could hardly breathe.

Suddenly, his feet began moving towards you at a slow pace, his heavy boots splashing in the mud. But with every step he took, his speed increased, and soon you found yourself quickly moving in his direction as well. Both of you were running until your bodies crashed into each other with a forceful impact.

Jake swept you off of your feet and into his arms, his lips finding yours in a desperate and passionate kiss that knocked the wind from your lungs. With no resistance, you allowed him to hoist you up, your legs involuntarily tangling around his waist as you kissed him back with just as much ardor.

You pondered momentarily if what was happening was the end, if this was just one last kiss goodbye. You hated the thought of it, but you’d welcome it for the simple fact that you’d take what you could get. But with all the emotion that Jake was pouring into the kiss, you quickly realized that it couldn’t have even anything but a welcome home.

It’s as if it were echoing back to you your words from earlier, “I love you… It’s always been you, there could never be anyone else for me…”.

No, he didn’t say it, but you could feel it, and you knew he meant it with every fiber of his being.

His tongue delved into your mouth with urgency as he began making his way back into the house, carrying you all the way with him. Each of you were so desperate once you made it through the door, that you stopped in the small entryway, Jake propping your body against the wall as his hand began searching under your dress.

“Missed you babydoll, so much,” he panted into the crook of your neck as his tongue collected the droplets of water clinging to your skin. Your head fell back against the wall and your grip on his shoulders tightened as his fingers began tracing the outline of your underwear.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his ear, pressing your core into his touch,”I’m sorry Jakey I shouldn’t—”

“Shhhh, shh,” his fingers ghosted over your mouth to halt your rambling, and a gentle smile spread across his face, “no more apologizing. We’re done with that. Okay?”

He stroked your cheek as you stared at one another, so in love with the person that stared back at you.

“You forgive me?”

“Of course I do, darling,” he shakes his head at you, “I could never stay mad at you. Could never stay away from you. I need you too much. My girl…”

Your mouth opened to bestow the same adoration upon him, but all that escaped was a breathy moan as his fingers finally pushed past your underwear into your heat. He mimicked your reaction, a similar wisp of air leaving his mouth as he added a second finger.

“I love you Jake,” it tumbled out of you faster than you could process, your subconscious speaking for you when your conscious mind couldn’t, “I love you.”

“I know, I love you too,” his fingers were dragging in and out of you slowly as he drank in every whimper and facial expression you produced. The moment only lasted for a few more seconds before he was pulling his fingers from your warmth, hoisting you around his body again to carry you up to his room, his need to be one with you taking over everything.

His room was like a time capsule, left almost exactly how it was on that dreadful night so many years ago. But it brought you both a sense of comfort being in there again under much different circumstances, this time signifying a beginning rather than an end.

Jake sat you down on the bed gently, pulling your dress up over your head in the same movement to reveal your supple chest to him. Already without a shirt, he made quick work of his oil stained jeans and underwear. You removed your own, and within seconds of both of you becoming completely nude, Jake was on the bed and sinking himself into you.

He stiffened when you tightened around him, as if you were trying to pull him in deeper, and another strangled moan escaped you at the impact. But you welcomed all of him, with all of you.

“God, you’re fucking everything,” he grunted as his face fell into the crook of your neck, “fucking everything.”

Your bodies were pressed so seamlessly together that you were sure you could morph into one fluid being at any moment, and in a strange way, you wished you could. If it meant that you’d never have to be apart from him again, then so be it.

His thrusts were slow but impactful, sending your body reeling back with every union of your hips, as if he were trying to transfer everything her felt for you over.

“Thank you baby, thank you for coming back to me.”

You couldn’t stop the repeated whimpers long enough to respond, instead you tangled a hand into his hair, pulling his face closer to you as your body began rocking to meet his thrusts.

Your tongue searched out his neck, savoring the piquant taste of the sweat and rain combined on his skin. He shivered, and when he did his pace began to quicken, hips snapping into you like he was trying to prove a point.

“I love you,” you mewled, the only words you seemed to be able to produce, but that was more than enough for Jake. You could say it a million more times and he’d never grow tired of hearing it, ever.

His once controlled pace began to falter, signaling his approaching end, and without much thought, you wrapped your legs around his waist again.

He peeled himself away to look you in the eyes with a soporific smile, “inside, babydoll? You want me inside of you?”

You nodded, “yes. Yes Jakey please. Need it.”

His fingers began strumming at your clit, and your back arched away from the bed as you let out another loud yelp.

“You gonna cum with me?” He pressed, fingers speeding up ever so slightly, “finish together?”

Again, you nodded, one rogue tear slipping down your face, “right now.”

Jake leaned forward, kissing away the tear from the apple of your cheek before pressing his face flush against yours. The angle that this created had your stomach writing in knots, begging for that sweet rhapsody that was soon to be yours.

“I love you babydoll, I love you I love you,” he repeated, “thank you… I love you…my girl…”

With very little composure left, he gave you three more pointed thrusts before he was spilling out inside of you. The sensation of his pulsing cock was all it took for you to come undone as well, the thought of both of your releases joining in union inside of you sending an after shock of electricity through your body far after you came down.

Jake was huffing hot breaths into your ear, his body still conjoined with yours. Your legs fell from around his body, and slowly, he could feel you beginning to leak.

He looked into your eyes for conformation without a word, and your trembling arms lifted to wrap around his sticky neck.

You knew exactly what it was he was asking of you, the desperation in his expression a dead giveaway. And more than anything, you wanted to grant him his wish. It may have been crazy to some, but in your mind, you and Jake had wasted enough time apart. And now, you wanted to be his, only his, forever and in all ways.

You gently pulled down on his body so that his forehead met yours, giving him a ghost of a kiss, “all yours, Jake.”

It was all the permission he needed, and with the last bit of strength left in him, he pushed himself back into you, all of himself. You matched his movements, and the sound that the action created caused Jake to throw his head back in ecstasy.

“All mine.”

For him, it wasn’t the lewdness of the situation, but simply the symbolism of it. The thought of what could come just from those few seconds of bliss.

When he felt like the job had been done, he rolled from on top of you, but his arms quickly found yours again, pulling you close until your head was resting on his chest.

You laid there in silence, Jake staring up at the ceiling as your fingers toyed lazily with the chain of the necklace.

A small roll of thunder sounded through the quiet room, causing you to scoot a little closer to him.

“Baby,” he spoke up, barely above a whisper, “you know I didn’t mean any of that stuff I said out there. I—”

“Jake,” you stopped him, and his gaze found yours, “you said we were done with apologizing, remember?” you smiled at him, and he did the same.

“I wanna show you somethin’.”

He lifted off of the bed and began rummaging through his nightstand drawer. When his hands found the item he was looking for, he clutched it tightly and turned back to you.

Your eyes fell to the small box in his palm, and your heart rate began to quicken rapidly.

“Jake wha—”

“I bought this ring five years ago with the advance I got from the record deal,” his voice was slightly unsteady, but he was determined to see this through. He opened the box to reveal a modestly sized cut diamond.

You gasped dramatically, covering your mouth with your hand as you let him continue.

“I didn’t know when, but I knew one day that I was gonna put this ring on your finger. It was sitting there the night everything went down between us, and it’s been sitting there every day, waiting for you to come back to me.”

He took the ring from the box and removed your hand from your face, holding it securely in his own, “Y/n, I love you. And all I want is to make you my wife. So will you marry me, babydoll?”

He looked at you expectantly, so much love humming through his veins you thought he might explode, and it almost appeared as if he was afraid you’d say no.

But how could you? After all the obstacles that life threw at the two of you, a moment like this should have been impossible. Be that as it may, you were fully convinced that nothing in this world could keep you Jake and apart. Not the distance, not five years, nothing.

Some people were made for each other. Plain and simple. And you knew without a doubt that every atom of your body was made for Jake Kiszka, and his, you.

A grin began to spread across your face, “I like the sound of that.”

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Taglist: @jakesgrapejuice @josh-iamyour-mama @objectsinspvce @thetroublegetssoloud71 @myleftsock

(There were a few of you who’s names I couldn’t find, maybe bc it’s been changed, so sorry if I missed you)

[mail-me-a-snail]

*hands you a hammer for vance's kneecaps* 14, 16 and 19 for the ask

oh you are so evil (affectionate) by making 14 the first question huh

14. Do they have self worth?

vance spent most of 2076 post-escape hiding in the welles' family apartment and meticulously planning how he was gonna get enough eddies to delta out of night city proper.

he didnt share jackie's dreams of the major leagues--he didnt want to wander into the public eye--but he was more than willing to get jackie there; vance had to repay him for sticking his neck out for him and veronica, for hiding them and ferrying them from apartment to clinic to apartment.

that being said...vance threw himself into his plans.

he never really took the time to process that hey, he's a person with autonomy now. having a sense of self worth, he had figured, is a given; nothing to think too deeply about. something that lingers on the cusp of everyone's mind, its very existence a non-issue.

vance doesn't hate himself or anything, nor does he hate what he's made out of. if anything, his skill and talent with what he had been given (what he had taken without question) is one of the things he admires most about himself. he's good at what he does and he recognizes that.

but that's a very different concept from self-worth.

when you train someone to fade into the background; when you starve him of all the affection that might've kept him human; when you tell him he is the sum of his parts...

where does that leave him?

16. What haunts them?

i understand how the question above might've sounded but--vance has had intimate connections during and after arasaka. it was never really about a dislike of sex; it was more a matter of personal security, since dollhouses* probably have really shitty ICE on their cam feeds.

(he coded his own facial ICE, but still, you can never be too careful in night city)

most of the time it was joytoys. no shame in it; he liked a lot of them. he thought it was cute how they always told him it felt like they were the ones being...serviced, as it were. that it was nice to be taken care of, for once.

but there was this one doll a few months after vance got his own apartment--this guy up in northside, in one of those clubs maelstromers frequent often. he was pretty. he was one of a thousand, but he was pretty. his name was fox.

when vance started to do as he usually does, fox stopped him; told him it was okay. told him sit back, let me take care of you, you look like no one's touched you like this before--that okay, sweetheart? how about this? or this?

and fox was gentle. real, real gentle and sweet for someone working for scratch--but there was something about the way he held vance that told the latter maybe it wasn't just the eddies he was thinking about.

maybe.

and that--that sickeningly hopeful wanting--an optimism that goes against his very core beliefs to begin with--is what haunts him, because he still remembers how he couldn't look fox in the eye after all was said and done.

19. How do they view the world? Are they an optimist? A pessimist? A realist?

vance is a realist! he's been around the world and has run a lot of ops in different countries; he's seen more of the world and all its crises than maybe a good population of night city will ever see in their short lives.

he's reserved when it comes to his personal hopes and plans--but when they concern the people he cares about, he will always hope for the best for them without fail!

*i dont know why, but this particular phrase popped into my brain when i thought about a word to describe a place like clouds that wasn't just "sex club".

[sunny6677]

Spooky Month: The Dating Sim

Part 37

(I'm mainly just doing this because it's fun to watch, but this is basically a spooky month interactive thing/poll which is kinda like a dating sim. Of course, only the adult characters can be your love interests. So do take that in mind.)

————

A part of you felt a bit of irritation sink into you deep within, but on instinct, you tried to be polite regardless. So you opened your mouth to speak back to the woman..

...only to find a slightly passive aggresive comment making its way out of your mouth.

You immediately widened your eyes, a little shocked at such words coming from out of your mouth. The woman blinked, her brows raised and her eyes wide. With slightly gritted teeth, she looked at you for a moment, her dark eyes glistening with that of a raging fury.

She then turned her head away, placing her hands on her hips. "Hmph.. whatever. You can keep standing there. But you better stay miles away from me, you got that, plebian?"

In reply, you only nodded while swallowing a chunk of spit down your throat. The woman then swiftly turned, and with her hips swinging from side to side, she began to walk away—her high-heels clacking against the concrete ground as she did so.

...

You just decided that now would be a good time to head home. But a part of you wondered who that woman was, or why she seemed so intent on calling you 'plebian' like it was the medieval era or something. Even so, you let out a sigh, and swiftly turned around into the direction where your house was. And slowly, you began to walk there through the cool night, the sounds of a thousand crickets accompanying you as you did so.

————

You eventually made your way back home. And as of now, your eyes had been heavy with that of exhaustion. Your mouth would let out soft yawns of drowsiness every few minutes or so, and by now, you had been sitting on your bed. You had been fully prepared to head to sleep, for your eyes were slowly starting to flutter shut. But you decided to check your phone before you did so.

You slowly picked up your phone, clenching it in your hands. With a gentle tap of your thumb against the screen, the screen lit up—blinding you with pouring artifical light for a sheer moment. Then, when your vision adjusted to the brightness, you quickly blinked and realized you had three notifications from your messengers app. Which was.. surprising, honestly.

One message appeared to be from Lila, the message reading something along the lines of:

"Hi there! I was wondering if maybe you wouldn't mind taking care of my son again some other time? I don't really need you to right now, but he seems like he had so much fun with you today! He seems pretty happy that you were able to take care of him and his friend."

You smiled a little at the message, though it quickly faltered, for your eyes moved with concentration as you saw another message. This time, the message appeared to be from Kevin—it didn't look to be sent from too long ago. Only a few minutes ago actually.

The message had read:

"Hey, I'm back from work. I'm gonna have to go to bed soon, but do you wanna chat for a bit til I do?"

Another smile played at your lips, though your eyes then moved with concentration to the other message. This time, it.. appeared to be from an unknown number. Though judging by the way the person on the message spoke, you immediately took a quick guess at who it was.

"Hey!!! Is this that person I gave my number to??? If it is, then hiii! It's me, Radford! :D"

Well.. you didn't immediately take a guess, since the message said it itself.

You then thought for a moment..

[todoshotoroki]

𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓈

Warnings: Smut, f receiving oral, heavy begging, heavy praise, virgin f reader x virgin Todoroki 〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 1.9k

   It simply was not enough.

    What started out as an innocent movie night in your best friend’s dorm room, somehow managed to morph into you lying on your back against some of the softest satin pillows and fluffiest blankets you've ever felt, and were sure to have cost him thousands. While his bed was very nice, you don’t think you’ll ever feel anything softer than Shoto Todoroki’s tufts of silky red and white hair on your thighs, drawing your attention back down between them.

   “Are you spacing out on me again, Y/n?” Shoto’s voice was even softer than his hair, if that was even possible. 

   It made your legs begin to shake with the way he nuzzled his cheek against your inner thigh like a damn cat, his hot breath fanning over your panties, the only thing between his mouth and your sweet spot. His palms were sweaty as they gripped your legs, one of the only indicators of how incredibly nervous he actually was. 

  Besides the hot air panting across your clit, of course.

   “I've never done this before, but I promise I can make you feel good, is that it?..You can trust me, Y/n”

   The bed creaked as Todoroki adjusted his position, angling his hips just so slightly so that they could subtly press evenly against the mattress beneath him. Of course he could make you feel so fucking good, with how much he has thought about this exact thing, nobody has fantasized about this as much as he has. He's practically been preparing for the moment the two of you would finally get this close.

   “Or.. or maybe I'm distracting you..” 

   The gentle hmm vibrating against your skin brought your attention forward, back to the bi-colored eyes glinting up at you. “Or is it that I make you nervous when I'm this close?” His lips quirked up in a silent chuckle, his arms snaking around each of your legs, and slowly hiking them higher up his shoulders until your knees touched around his neck, completely trapping him.

   “What if I kept getting closer? Hmm?"  You could feel it, you could feel the way his breath got heavier in the past few moments.

   He was practically drooling, panting against you for air at this point.

   “Shoto-” His eyes snapped back up at the sound of his name falling breathlessly from your lips.

   “Yes?” He replied, ready to hand over everything he’s ever had.

   Todoroki never found it difficult to contain himself. He had done it for years, resisting the deadly temptation that was just simply you. He couldn’t, not anymore, not while he was here, “trapped” between your soft legs. “Did you want to say something? princess?” He whispered, licking his lips as his nose began nuzzling softly against your clit. His eyes closed once again in the process, basking in your warmth.

   Well, you were going to speak, but words were nowhere to be found as your jaw fell slack in surprise when Shoto began to flatten his tongue along your underwear, licking a long wet, sloppy stripe all the way to your clit, right where he latched his mouth and began sucking. 

   The sudden yelp you let out, and the way your legs instantly caged themselves around his head was dreamlike. It was as if it was instinct for you to use him to ground yourself. He had never felt so depended on before, especially sexually, and when it was by you? Dear god.

   Todoroki huffed, unknowingly letting out a groan that vibrated between your thighs, only adding to the stimulation as he spent the next few moments lapping his tongue around to draw even more of those beautiful sounds from your lips. His blue eye peaked open to watch you through a hooded haze. 

   In the coming moments, Shoto made the calculated decision to simply burn the fabric of your panties away. They were so cute, really. But they were the only thing keeping him from really tasting you. “Gonna take care of you, make you feel so good” The subtle burning smell was gone quickly, and replaced by the sudden draft of cold air that told you, you were now naked in front of your best friend. “Aren’t you so glad we get to do this together?”

   You could feel the growing, smirkish smile against your lower lips, unable to respond as his tongue slowly parted them. The groan he let out was animalistic, his fingernails suddenly digging into your thighs, a bit painfully.

   Todoroki tried his best to lighten his grip as he felt your hands clench around his wrist. He was well aware of his inability to hold back when it came to you, but he would keep those feelings at bay if that's what you had wanted. He would save them for another time. 

   “J-Jesus Y/n” He practically whimpered at your taste.

   “I get this all to myself? Before anybody else?”

   Of course, it would be a miracle for anybody else to get this far, they wouldn't need too now with him involved. And Shoto would prove that to you tonight. Now that he finally had the chance too.

   “Y-yes just- fuck, stop teasing me, please!”

   Awe. He almost wanted to. Your little cursing at him was just so cute.

   But no. Instead, you received a pinch to the hip, causing your body to twitch out of place with another small noise.

   “(Name)”

   Startled, you nervously peaked downwards. Mismatched eyes eating away at you.

   Finally, you noticed truly the messed up state he was in. The intense blush, the sweat, his chest panting rapidly, the angst behind his orbs.

   “Please don’t- don't do this with anybody else, okay? Just me?”

   Shakily, he let his tongue finally indulge in your taste by completely trailing it in a warm circle around your clit as he awaited your body’s response. Todoroki’s eyes followed the way your eyebrows creased, and your fingers twitched against his shoulders, completely enamored by the sight of you laid out before him. “Yes, yes just you, Shoto”

   Fuck. Your voice was just so soft, exactly like the walls of your insides. 

   It didn’t matter that his cock was straining painfully in his boxers. The only thing relevant right now was the admittance that you were now finally his. He didn’t need to grind against the mattress when your taste alone seemed to have him in a trance.

   Shoto wouldn’t say he knew exactly what to do, but being able to already read your body language made it amazingly easy for his tongue to smooth out against your clit, before digging back deep inside of you once again. The way your back arched into his tongue, and your moans seemed to become silent for just a moment, despite the look of euphoria on your face was all he needed to know.

  His own eyebrows creased in pleasure, almost mocking the feeling you were receiving without any stimulation to his own cock. “Y-you taste so.. So good mhhfp-”

   His tongue worked fluidly against you, as if it wouldn’t be believable that he hadn’t ever practiced this on anyone else beforehand. “I-I've waited so long for this, hngg.. So long princess, s-so, so glad you’ll be my first, I'll be yours”  Shoto’s moans and whines almost seemed to overpower yours, as if he had been the one being brought closer and closer to bliss. 

   The way his tongue worked its way inside of you really was incredible, and the man between your legs whimpering and withering in just as much pleasure as you were, was almost too much to handle for your first experience. You had seen this man take down hundreds of criminals with the tip of his fingertips, the same ones that kept your hips pressed flat into the mattress.

   The warmest one even starting to creep between your legs to rub fluidly at your clit.

   “I want you so badly Y/n, I want all of my firsts with you, always just wanted you”

   He watched as you swallowed thickly, writhing under his touch and on his bed as the growing tension, physically and emotionally, began to grow overwhelming. “Are you going to cum, baby? Please, please cum?” 

   Shit. He was asking nicely. Wouldn’t you be so kind?

   Todoroki’s begging was simply too much, and now with his heated fingers pumping consistently inside you so that way he could pleasure you, and tell you how much he wanted you? Unbelievable.

   “”M gonna cum, Sho, please ‘m gonna cum, Shoto-”

Fuck.

Fuck. 

Fuck, it was too much. You were too much for him. 

   Your squirming, your taste, the noises you made. Everything drew him to the edge, the nights he spent tugging at his own cock in hopes to last longer, to endure more for you, were spent in vain as his own cock twitched and spasmed against his already soaked boxers, filling them with his own cum as he tasted yours.

   “Ohfuck, ohgod, princess, love you so much- just love you..”

   As he spent his last few moments twitching and panting beneath you, Todoroki managed to unhook your now tired legs from his shoulder. He propped himself up on shaky arms, slowly crawling up your body as he stared into your hazy eyes, keeping you caged underneath him as he prowled over your body. 

   His gaze was intense, and dark, and so incredibly full of lust. It made you want to turn away and bite your fingernails, but instead you were frozen. “Do you love me too, Y/n?”

   You found the words croaking in your throat, strained from moaning just 45 seconds ago. He was moving so fast. “I do! I-i love you, Shoto”

   His shoulders sagged in relief as he finally reached up your body far enough to hover over you, leaning forward to ghost his loving smile over your lips. “So beautiful, gonna make me the only one you ever think about”

   You're not sure when he reached between the two of you, but as he pulled one of his legs from his boxers, taking them off just for them to hang carelessly from his opposite foot, it was clear of the mess he had actually made of himself. As if his spit and your cum wasn't lubricant enough, his thick, messy cum would have to suffice also. 

   Todoroki felt a shudder run up his spine as the head of his cock caught against your clit as he parted your lips, but not once did he break eye contact. He couldn’t miss a single beat of your facial expressions, and the deep grounding of forcing you not to shy away from him. “Ready, pretty girl?”

   With a shy smile and a small nod, Shoto pressed his lips to yours, locking them as his cock began to push into your entrance, and into your velvety insides. “Shit, soft- so soft baby girl”

   He couldn’t help it, the muttering praises were flying past his lips like a leaking pipe as he felt you totally surround him for the first time. “Can’t see m’self with anybody else- need you, please”

   And as his hips began to uncontrollably rock into yours, it was as if instinct had taken over when his tongue smeared across your cheek. So wet, and messy, and sloppy. Who knew Shoto Todoroki was so dirty? Apparently not even his best friend did. 

   “We should just get married- Fuck, Y/n- Marry me, please- oh god”

How was your innocent, inexperienced Shoto so incredibly skilled at you?

   Probably because he had waited his entire life.

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 “𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓀𝒾? “

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

(𝐴/𝑁: 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦. 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑦 <3)

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[sunshinemunchkin]

A Case of Sticky Fingers

pairing: Steve Harrington x Single Mom!Reader

summary: when steve finds a rouge toddler, he takes it upon himself to return the child to her mother. however, he doesn't expect to become so enamored by you.

warnings: mentions of food, talk of pregnancy, awkward fluff

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is hasitly based off of this post>> so full creds to this anon and one of my favorite writers @plainemmanem also the writing in this is something different. it wasn't intentional but hey it's here. this also may be in multiple parts, if you guys want to see more of this. let me know! <3

She was about to say something about getting another refill on the slurpees when there was a sound of slight shock voiced from her best friend who had fallen behind in step as she rounded the corner of a new aisle. Turning, Robin found Steve being tugged at by the cuffs of his jeans by a teary-eyed toddler.

The girl couldn't have been more than three years old, yet she had enough strength to pull Steve away from his conversation and comments on his friend's love life. Bending at the knees, ignoring the click in them as he squatted and balanced his weight on the balls of his feet so he was at eye level with this child, Steve offered her the most sympathetic and friendly smile. "Hey, you lost?" His smile clearly caught her attention as she took cracked her lips and revealed a toothy grin.

The girl couldn't have been more than three years old, yet she had enough strength to pull Steve away from his conversation and comments on his friend's love life. Bending at the knees, ignoring the click in them as he squatted and balanced his weight on the balls of his feet so he was at eye level with this child, Steve offered her the most sympathetic and friendly smile. "Hey, you lost?" His smile clearly caught her attention as she took cracked her lips and revealed a toothy grin.

This made Steve ease as he looked to Robin for help, who simply shrugged. Turning his attention back to the girl in front of him, her head darted around looking for someone, her parent most likely. "You lose your mommy or daddy?" Wide eyes wandered over Steve's freckled face as he spoke, the sound of his voice amusing her as well.

A few sad giggles escaped her before she let out a small, "Mommy." Her tiny fist was wrapped around Steve's index finger which she had gripped onto for support, slightly sticky from what he assumed was chocolate ice cream. The residue in a ring around her chin.

He picked her up, though reluctantly as the front of her shirt was also spattered with melted chocolate, and held her on his hip. The feeling and action felt so familiar, like he'd done it a thousand times before. Perhaps in a previous life because Steve was sure as hell he had never held a child this small in this one.

Her eyes were scanning the empty store, other than Steve and Robin, it was just two other people: the girl, and the confused teen who had assumed the kid was his and his best friend's. Steve looked out the double doors to the parking lot, finding only three cars there which he had hoped one belonged to the parent of this girl.

He handed Robin the snacks in his right hand, a tube of Pringles and a six pack of Coke. "Stay here, I'm gonna look outside." Without so much as another question, he walked slowly out the door. As he stepped around the corner of the small establishment, he saw no one, just an empty cement wall where employees went to smoke on their break.

The lingering scent of cigarettes made him walk quickly away from that area, for both his and the kid's sake. The girl, had found quick interest in Steve's freckles and moles that littered the side of his face. She seemed to be coming down from a sugar high as she rested her head on his shoulder, cheek lightly bumping against his polo shirt as he walked. "Yeah, that's good. Just rest, honey. We'll find your mom."

Almost immediately, at the mention of her mom, the girl whined a bit. Steve shushing her with a gentle stroke to the top of her head. "What's your name, hmm? My name's Steve, what's yours?" He tried to change the subject as quickly as possible, distracting her from the fact that he had walked around the entire building now and there was no sight of any adult that resembled this child in his arms. No one with a sloped nose or mop of long hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. No woman with long eyelashes or a wide pink smile.

"Ana." Her voice was meek, her lips stuffed against Steve's neck and her soft breathing making the boy shiver gently. The sensation was odd and sticky, but he found such comfort in it.

His large hand rubbed against her back, the striped shirt riding up and Steve pulling it back down around her torso. "Ana? Ana-Banana?" His joke made the girl giggle furiously. Her eyes shut and her nose scrunched up, he thought it was beautiful. "You like that? S'funny."

Ana sat up straight against Steve's chest, his eyes immediately on her. She pressed her sugary hands against his face, Steve gently taking one in his own hand. "Let's get you washed up, huh?" He figured when he eventually did find this girl's mother, because he'd be damned if it wasn't the last thing he'd do, he wanted her daughter to be in a presentable state and like she wasn't abandoned.

As he rounded the corner to where he knew a water fountain was, he found a young girl. No younger than him, frantically pacing with her hands in her hair. The same color as Ana's. "Momma!" Steve's thought was confirmed by the kid in his arms who was squirming at the sight of her mother.

Her head turned, cheeks dampened with tears as she rushed forwards to Steve, scooped her baby up in her arms, and held her close to her chest. "Oh, thank god. Where did you go?" Her mumbling against her daughter's head was accompanied by kisses to her hair, wiping away her tears as not to scare her already frightened child. She was dressed simply, a green shirt tucked into her jeans, all paired together with some boots. A pink scrunchie hung from her wrist, dirty and Steve could tell it had been some time since she had bought a new one. It was slightly covered in chocolate ice cream, dotting it a milky brown.

Steve swayed awkwardly, the reunion had happened quicker than anticipated and he wasn't sure what to do next. Does he congratulate her? Scold her? Make a joke and ask for compensation? He won't do anything, maybe he'll just back away slowly. But before he could get even a step in, the girl noticed his presence in her moment of weakness.

"Thank you, for finding her." Steve scratched the back of his neck nervously, a shy smile playing on his lips. He shrugged his shoulders, feeling the crick in it from carrying Ana for quite some time and deciding to himself that he needed to get back in shape.

"Ah, no problem. She actually found me." Ana babbled a few words to herself that she knew: tree, car, bird, while her mother smiled at Steve. The man grinning at her intelligence for such a young age, despite him not having anything to compare it to.

The girl pat Ana's hair down, licking a stripe up her thumb and wiping away the chocolate from her face. Ana squirmed and fretted, whining lightly before her mother lightly chastised her. "Hang on, you're all messy." At her tone, Ana simpered, only lightly thrashing her head around. Steve watched the encounter, her motherly instinct kicking in even though she had been scared shitless moments prior.

She stopped worrying over her daughter's appearance, locking eyes with Steve once more. Steve stuttered for words as he made his plan to move on with his life. "I'm Y/N. You've already met Ana." At the mention of her name, Ana grinned and waved, Steve waving back.

"Steve. Harrington. Steve Harrington." Y/N giggled, eyes drifting downwards to the cement that was caked in old gum stains. Steve got high off of the sound. Light and airy, and filled with so much optimism. Something he wasn't used to at all, when surrounded by Robin and her cloud of pessimistic attitude, and Dustin's gigantic ego, Steve rarely found time for the humble and the happy. But here? Now, with her. It felt like a breath of fresh air.

She brushed a piece of her hair from her face, falling into her eyes from where she had run her hands through it out of worry. "I know who you are, Steve." He was confused, and he probably looked it too, with the way he cocked his head to the side slightly like a curious puppy. "We graduated the same year? Or, well, we were supposed to. I obviously was busy with other things." With a gesture of her hand, she joked at Ana being the busy thing she was occupied with during the time of graduation.

Steve wracked his brain to find some seldom of this girl who stood in front of him. Surely he would remember her bright smile, and her laugh especially? But no such luck, and Y/N knew he didn't know her. Though she was more content with the fact than Steve was. "S'okay. We didn't exactly cross paths very often. We had maybe two classes together in the whole of high school, and we sat on opposite sides of the room." Mouthing an 'oh', Steve felt guilty for not getting to know any of his peers in the way that he should've. Not just Y/N, but Robin and Eddie as well.

He waited patiently for the ever foreboding statement, 'You were a dick in high school', but it never came. Y/N simply smiled and hiked Ana further up onto her hip, before reaching down to grab the bag that sat on the ground. "We better get going. I think we've had enough fun for today, don't you munchkin?" The girl laughed, head tossed back as her mom tickled her stomach, slightly protruding from the treat previously eaten.

Steve, wanting to be of some help, reached for her bag while she was preoccupied with the bumbling girl in her arms. He slung it over his own shoulder. Y/N just stared at him gapingly before Steve offered her a small smile. "You've got your hands full." He pointed to the girl coming down from her sugar high as she fiddled with pieces of her mom's hair. Y/N nodded, leading the way to her car, typical family car. A bit run down, one side scratched beyond belief, but it was running.

She sensed his worry as he stared at the scratch along the side. "I didn't do that." Steve's eyes flitted up to meet hers, welcomed by a warm smile. "Previous owner bashed it up pretty good. He was older, didn't have time to buff out the scratch. I said I didn't care so long as it ran. He gave it to me for dirt cheap, actually." Steve didn't know what to say, so he nodded, lips pouted in a way that made the young girl admire that about him.

Flustered, Steve opened the door for her to place her child into the car. Sticky fingers came up to hold her mom's hands as she was being strapped into her seat. "Hold on, babe." She murmured to the little girl as she tried to move her mom's head gently to get a better look at Steve who watched the ordeal with intent. Steve caught eye of the girl peeking over Y/N's head of hair and waved generously. Ana giggled boisterously, swinging her feet and making Y/N puff out a sigh of frustration as her hands shook whilst struggling to get the clip of the car seat into one another. From adrenaline, or nervousness, she didn't know.

"Gotta calm down, bean. Let your mom strap you in." His kind words nearly made Y/N hit her head hard on the roof of the car as she glanced over her shoulder at him. Steve was at a closer proximity now, leaning on her car fully as he kept eye contact with her daughter. She hadn't expected his words to work, but sure enough Ana's legs stopped kicking, her hands relaxed and she waited patiently to be put into her seat carefully, babbling away some song that she heard on her kid cartoon that morning.

Sending a silent 'thank you' to Steve, he just returned the look with a wide grin. Eventually, the satisfying click of the belt snapped into place, and she exhaled carefully while backing up out of the back seat of the car. A shut to the door earned a whine from Ana who wanted to continue to talk to her newly made friend. Y/N opened the drivers side of the car, popped the key in the ignition and rolled down all the windows. Ana beamed and reached out for Steve's hand. He gratefully gifted it to her, not minding the stickiness and instead relished in it. "You be careful, 'kay? No more wandering off and scaring mom. Sound good?" The girl nodded, though she didn't fully understand everything he said except the words 'scare' and 'mom'. And that was something she didn't want to do, so a grave expression crossed over her face as she played with Steve's fingers.

Y/N pushed the tip of her shoe against the back of her calf. Watching the encounter had caused a turning sensation in her belly, one of fear and joy. "Thank you." She voiced out, Steve's head turning to her but his fingers not ripping away from Ana's death grip. "Never got her to calm down like that after ice cream." The girl's ears perked up and she looked at her mom at the mention of the treat, her hand now dropping Steve's hand as she swung her legs once more. Steve watched her look around the car and outside, busying herself with things that weren't that interesting to an adult, but to a kid were the whole world.

Steve just smiled and hiked the bag up on his shoulder, not noticing he was doing so. "Anytime. She's a good kid." He praised Y/N on her parenting skills in hopes to see the both of them soon. A sudden longing in his bones for an encounter such as this one to happen again. Y/N just eyed the bag around his arm, smiling shyly as she nodded towards it. Steve followed her gaze and gaped, realizing that he was holding her bag hostage. He immediately handed it over into her care and she giggled, there was that sound again.

"Thanks." She said mildly, placing the bag in the passenger seat and stepping inside of the car herself. She glanced in the rearview mirror at her girl who's eyes were drooping shut. Steve shut her door carefully as not to wake her up from her dozing off.

As she put her seatbelt on, Steve felt the pit of his stomach drop. He didn't want her to leave, but he supposed he couldn't help it. She had other things to do, grown up things. Not like him who's having a childish movie night with his best friend like he's still in high school. The weight of his life daunted on Steve and fell on his shoulders as he realized what a kid he was still. "See you around, Harrington. Thanks again." Y/N lovely voice broke him out of his spout of self deprecation and he offered a wide smile instead.

"See you around, drive safe." The words felt heavy in his mouth. Too kind, too domestic. It made Steve want to face palm himself, but it made her smile, so all was right. He stepped back from the car as she put it in reverse, fumbling at the gearshift as if she was trying desperately to remember how to drive so she didn't press the gas and head straight into the side of the 7-eleven.

Mouthing off a 'bye', once more, the parting felt sorrowful and Y/N wondered too, when she would be gifted with Steve Harrington's presence once more. She kept her eyes on him as she drove out of the station, hand high as he waved energetically at her as she turned right and disappeared from view.

He let out a sigh, of disappointment, of glee, he didn't know. He assumed it was a mixture of both. It was all cut short when Robin appeared from the store with a ding of the door. "Hey! Dingus! What're you doing? We still have to pay for all this crap." Steve sighed heavily, but his friends words didn't bother him. Not when he was already planning on ways to find out the most about you as he could.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Steve picked up his feet from where they threatened to drag against the tar filled ground, and trudged back into the shop. Hoping that this wasn't the last time he'd see you.

[eddies-puppet]

My Queen

I’m laid up with horrible cramps today so just a little blurb/ daydream about Eddie looking after his girlfriend in the same situation 🥰

Warnings: menstrual cramps, fluff.

~ 800 words

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“Y/N, I’m heading off now, do you need anything?” I heard my mom yell from the bottom of the stairs.

“No thanks, I’m good,” I called back, my voice hoarse in my throat.

“Ok, see you tonight,” she yelled again before I heard the front door slam shut behind her and her car start up. I lay there for a few seconds, just listening to the engine tick over. There was a loud squeak coming from the engine that mom had nagged me about a million times, but turning the music up louder so I couldn’t hear it was easier than constantly nagging my boyfriend, who’d promised to look at it.

Eventually I heard my mom pull off the driveway, and the squeak faded to silence as she made her way down the block. The clock read 8am, I should have been starting class now. Instead, I snuggled down into my pillow, pulling the covers tight around me, a hot water bottle pressed to my stomach as I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would at least let me ignore the pain for a few hours.

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I woke with a start as my bedroom window flew open, a string of curses falling from my boyfriend’s mouth as he fell head first onto my carpet.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” He jumped up from the ground, pushing his long curls back from his face.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he smiled. “I was worried, you weren’t at school so I thought I should check on you.” As I glanced at the clock, Eddie made his way to my side, sitting gently on the edge of my bed. “You ok?” He asked softly, placing his warm hand against my cheek.

“I’m fine, it’s just cramps,” I smiled tiredly. “Eds, you should still be in class.”

“You think I’m gonna sit through O’Donnell’s class when my queen is sick? What do you take me for, Y/N?” He ranted dramatically, clutching his hand to his chest in mock offense, causing me to giggle softly.

“Ok, there’s no need to be such a drama queen,” I laughed.

Suddenly a sharp pain ripped through my stomach, like a thousand tiny snakes coiling around my insides. I pulled my knees to my chest, rolling my face in to my soft pillow as a groan rumbled in my throat.

“Oh love,” Eddie soothed, rubbing my thigh softly until the pain subsided and my body relaxed. “What can I do to help?”

“Not a lot,” I shrugged. “One of those famous Munson hugs would be really nice though,” I whispered, smiling as his face lit up.

“That I can do, my love,” he grinned as he shrugged off his denim vest and leather jacket. “Scoot over.” I shuffled backwards, giving him room to climb under the covers with me, and as soon as he was tucked up beside me, I snuggled into his warm chest, the sound of his heart beating and the smell of his apple shampoo filling my senses. The feeling of his strong hands pulling me in tight against him, rubbing my back, was heavenly.

“How was Hellfire last night?” I asked him, drawing a loud laugh from him.

“The Dungeon Master went undefeated as I’d expected,” he told me smugly.

“You know, you really should ease up on them, let them have half a chance for once.”

“Huh,” he scoffed. “Absolutely not. I’m doing those little sheep a favour sweetheart, building their resilience.” I giggled, shaking my head. Only Eddie could enjoy the win so much while pretending it was for someone else’s benefit. “You doing ok my love? Comfortable?” He asked softly, his hands running lazily against my lower back. I hummed contentedly.

“Always better when you’re here Eds,” I said, moving my head to look up at him. He smiled back down at me, his deep brown eyes twinkling in the late morning sun shining in through my window. “Thank you for coming to check on me. You don’t have to stay here all day though, I doubt I’m much company.”

“Hey,” he said, one hand moving to place a gentle finger against my lips. “There is literally nowhere else I’d rather be. Wanna take care of my girl,” he grinned, lowering his face to mine, the tip of his nose brushing softly against mine before he kissed me, his lips soft, warm against mine, the heady combination of cigarettes and minty gum so Eddie, so comforting. “I love you baby,” he whispered as he snuggled his head back into my pillow.

“I love you too,” I smiled as I closed my eyes, burying my face back in his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat slowly lulling me into a gentle sleep.