#it's very subtle but i swear in the second gif he sort of moves his head closer to her when she's about to kiss him

[ashleyslorens]

“They’re just two people that are completely alone, broken, and lost, yearning for human connection, and they’re able to be completely themselves in front of one another with no judgment. You can laugh at them and think, ‘They’re going to bake people into pies!’ But Lovett says that and Sweeney says, 'Wow, okay…yeah, we can do this together.’ I think finding a person who accepts you for who you really are…I think that’s what these two people are doing” - Aaron Tveit

[osaemu]

WHEN YOU'RE SICK: STREAMER!GOJO

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: you have a cold, and he has a bag of sweets—how does your streamer boyfriend comfort you when you're sick? (streamer!au)

contents: fem!reader. fluff. pet names. very self-indulgent bc i'm sick right now and needed this for myself :,) can mostly be read outside of the streamer!au i guess.

“i brought you some sweets!”

you look up drowsily when your boyfriend’s familiar voice pulls you out of your sleep. your eyes slowly adjust to the soft lighting of your room and to the perfect, sharp features of the face inches from yours. “satoru, how are you here—”

he cuts you off by pressing a finger to your lips, and a moment later, satoru slips some sort of candy into your mouth. “‘cause you’re sick, and i’m a good boyfriend. obviously,” he teases, smiling endearingly when your eyes light up from the sugary taste of whatever satoru gave you. “how’d you catch a cold, anyways?”

you sit up a little bit, resting your back against the headboard and your head on satoru’s shoulder. “i’m not actually sure,” you admit, snuggling into the arm that wraps itself around you.  “aw, you’re wearing the hoodie i got you,” you point out, tapping on his chest. it’s a small inside joke between the two of you—the logo on the top left of the hoodie is the one from the streamer inmaki’s channel, a user who has a long-standing reputation for being one of your boyfriend’s haters.

“only because i practically ran out of the house once i got your text,” satoru huffs, rolling his blue eyes good-naturedly. he notices the little smile on your face and the way you cover your mouth in an attempt to hide your laugh, so he pulls out his phone from his pocket and adds, “hey, what was i supposed to do when i get a message like this?”

random girl i guess i like: can u come over :( i’m sick and imy

“why’d you change my contact to ‘random girl i guess i like?’” you gasp dramatically, snatching satoru’s phone away from him. a nervous laugh slips out of your boyfriend’s lips before you turn on him, squinting your eyes at him suspiciously. “if i looked at suguru’s contact, what would i see next?”

“...you don’t wanna know.”

“satoru gojo, answer me or i swear—” you don’t get to finish your threat before a sneeze cuts you off, followed by two more that leave you deflated in satoru’s arms. somehow, your head slides down from his shoulder and ends up on his chest, and a look of concern overtakes satoru’s expression.

“how sick are you?” he asks tentatively, fishing out another candy from his pocket and prodding at your lips with it. you open your mouth and let him feed you, taking a second to relish the sweetness of the sugar-loaded bite before you shrug and sniffle again. “poor thing,” satoru coos, rounding his eyes down at you while you rub your nose to get rid of the subtle itching sensation. 

“i can’t stop sniffling,” you mumble dryly, staring up at satoru pathetically. it’s as if you’re a wet cat that’s been sitting in the rain for hours, and as if he’s the kind old man who takes you in and dries you off. satoru’s slender fingers thread themselves through your dishelved hair, stroking it and twining it around his hand. “s’ been like this for hou— no, days,” you continue, determined to complain for at least the next couple minutes. “and—”

satoru’s hands move from the top of your head to your cheeks, cupping them intensely enough to hold your face still as he leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. you make a small sound in protest, not wanting to get him sick too, but he ignores you and peppers feather-like kisses all over your face. “you’re so cute like this, y’know?” he murmurs, squishing your face in between his hands. “all rumpled and bedhead-y, aww.”

“satoru, you’ll get sick,” you point out, futilely trying to lean away from his lips when he goes back in for a kiss again. “satoru!”

“i don’t care,” he grumbles, swatting away your hand when you try to pull on the strings of his hoodie. “you’re my girlfriend, and if i wanna kiss you, then i will. and i don’t care if i get sick, ‘cause i have a pretty girl to take care of me anyways, don’t i?”

you stop protesting and let him press his lips back to yours again, and even though you sniffle again about three times, satoru’s as devoted to you as ever. “really?”

“yeah. my mom— ow, i mean, you too!” he adds quickly, grinning playfully even when you swat his chest. “i’m joking, i’m joking. have some candy, sweet girl.” before you can say anything, satoru shoves a handful of bright, colorful sweets in your mouth and kisses your nose. “take a nap. i’ll be here when you wake up, i promise.”

somehow, the moment you hear satoru’s murmured reassurances, your eyes grow heavy and you surrender yourself to his grip. “m’kay…” you mumble, closing your eyes and exhaling softly. and maybe it’s your imagination, but you swear you can feel satoru’s suppressed laughter as you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. 

… 

“wait, now what do i do?”

[stardustincarnate]

Dating Light Yagami Would Include :

— assuming you begin dating in high school

— one time he casually asks if you want to go on a date with him. with him being collected as usual he looks as if your answer won't even matter. but honestly he's lowkey panicking on the inside. i mean he really likes you, for years even, so if you were to reject him it would leave him crestfallen

— what does she not like about me i'm everything you wish to have for a boyfriend

— how he asks you to be his girlfriend?

— " [y/n], would you mind? "

— " mind what? "

— " being my girlfriend? "

— can't look at you in the eye. i mean, sure, but for like 2 seconds before he finds the walls suddenly interesting

— wait is that light yagami really sweating?

— boy basically almost stutters you find it amusing and almost chortle

— i mean this boy right here have always been collected so to see him lose a wee bit of his composure is straight-up entertainment

— LIGHT INVENTING THAT “BOYFRIEND VIBES” LOOK

— I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN HIS WARDROBE

— he's not exactly the biggest fan of PDA especially when you're at school

— school is a place to study not to flirt

— though sometimes he will in the most SUBTLE ways that you don't even realize it

— protective boyfriend check ✔️

— someone catcalling you? he'll look at them in the eye and they'd be dead right on the spot

— you don't want to mess with yagami

— when you two walk together you walk side by side. occasionally holding hands but if not then at a really close proximity

— though he likes it too if he were to walk behind you real close just so he can watch over you from the back

— feeling down?

— " it's okay to let it out [y/n]. i'm here to listen, okay? "

— forehead kisses 🥺

— gives the BEST advices like oh gosh where does he get all that stuff from and how much has he actually experienced in life???

— and he's sort of like a mom friend actually

— not the biggest fan of small talks. well, sure, sometimes it helps him. but often it wears him out and he doesn't really get the point of why he and the other party should be talking about something that isn't conducive in any way

— being good at socializing doesn't mean he always enjoys it

— some peeps honestly wear him out tsk

— he's the type of person who looks deeply into stuff that has your brain turning its wheels at 3a.m. so if you're that type of person too then he'd be more than happy to discuss it with you and he'd be so in love ugh

— i mean he doesn't sleep at 3a.m. because that definitely is very much unhealthy but you get the picture

— though sometimes he has trouble sleeping because of overthinking

— he won't admit but it really helps if he can talk about it with you before the day ends

— you two often debate lightly but at some point it gets a wee bit serious

— but no one gets mad ofc it actually clears both your minds and gives you new perspectives

— if you're that person who asks someone else for homework answers then i'm sorry but light says N O

— he loves you, really

— but please learn to do it yourself

— he will help you understand the lesson if you had trouble doing so but it only goes that far

— oh AND I CAN TOTALLY SEE HIM HAVING A STUDY SESSION WITH HIS S/O <3333

— IT HAPPENS OFTEN

— AND IT'S ACTUALLY VERY RELAXING

— just there in the silence enjoying each other's company while reading

— either in his room, yours, or in a small coffee shop that's barely visited by anyone

— classrooms can work too only if the other students had already left

— also when he's really really bored he picks up the most random things he can see

— coughs the notebook coughs

— then proceeds to stare at them for like five minutes straight

— " why is he staring at a pencil like that— "

— " i think he's about to make-out with it "

— don't disturb him he's somehow managed to get lost deep in thought and if you dare interrupt it's adios for you

— when he stumbles upon the death note, he contemplates about telling you about it but thinks better and decides to keep silent at first

— but once he's sure that the notebook isn't just some kind of prank he gravely swears to himself that he'll never tell you about it

— he's not himself for the next few days because he. just. killed. a. bloody. person. and has a shinigami wandering by his side how. messed. up. is. that.

— and when you ask him what's the matter, he'll just look at you—look away—then shake his head

— because of his pride shyness he will not ask you to comfort him

— but when you do he'll just close his eyes, sigh, and indulge himself in that very moment

— then he'll whisper a barely audible " i love you "

— and he MEANS it

— once he recovers from the shock and knows just what to do with that bloody notebook a point where he has to break up with you will come

— the thought will pain him at first, but he's got to

— which is probably for the best because if you were to stick with him any longer he'd eventually kill you since he says you're not a very useful piece on his chessboard

— but that happens only if he survives

— in which case he doesn't

— well. . . moving on

— in conclusion, he's that type of bf who shows his love for you subtly. he respects your personal space because he has his own too. and he knows that although you two are in a relationship there are other things that require your attention more. being in a relationship does not mean smooching nearly every second of the day. love can come in many forms.

— please distract him so he doesn't find the notebook i just want my cinnamon roll back

[sergiovinazzi]

Stolen - Lando Norris x Reader (Chapter Two)

2.9k words, rated E for everyone :)

Lando’s voice, amplified by the TV speakers, echoes around the humming Red Bull garage. “I’m fine but I’ve been better. I can say that I’m not in perfect condition, I’m not gonna lie. Some work to do mentally of course. I talk about that a lot, and mental health and mental strength is very important. I’ve not been sleeping that great and so on… not ideal and I’m feeling a bit sore, but I’m not the guy in the worst position after Wembley. I’ll work on it, I’ll make sure I’m in the best shape possible, and I feel like I can still go out and focus on what I need to do, and that’s the main thing.”

Your mind races as you listen to the boy plastered across the many screens revisit his experience at Wembley. He sounds awful; something about his cadence making it even more obvious that he is really, truly shaken up. The wavering pitch, awkward pausing, fumbling for words; everything about the way he presents himself is serving as a brutal reminder that being physically unscathed is no indicator that harm was not dealt. Even as the interview moves past the topic of last week’s Euro Final, you notice the shift in demeanor and your heart aches. You worry that bringing the watch to him is a bad idea, that it could prompt unbidden memories and disquieting feelings. You understand how big of an event Silverstone is from your dad’s tangents alone, especially for an English team with an English driver, so you reevaluate whether your decision to come was selfish, one made solely to alleviate your own sentiments of guilt rather than to verily right your believed wrongdoings.

On the journey to Silverstone, your dad had made multiple attempts at lessening your stress, even opting for variations of the if he steps out of line I will put him right back in his place father speech. Unfortunately fruitless, your father’s attempts mean you remain just as anxious as when you had first discovered that you managed to obtain a stolen wristwatch.

You’re not sure whether it’s the crisp morning air or your nerves that sends chills across your flesh, but your attempt to ground yourself subtly doesn’t go unnoticed by your dad as he passes you in the garage.

“Time is ticking,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips. “No pun intended.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to downplay your apprehension, but your voice gives away any and all signs of the false confidence you hope to portray. “Can you do it for me?” you plead.

“I can’t just stroll on over to the McLaren garage without an invitation or proper reason, especially not a couple hours before free practice starts. It doesn’t look good.”

“It’s not like me walking in there instead would look any better,” you retort, gesturing to the Red Bull logo plastered across the chest of your black polo. “Your branding isn’t what I would call subtle.”

“Look, the McLaren team are a good sort. They’ll help you out if you just explain the issue and show them the watch. I’m sure Lando will understand too, he seems like a pretty nice bloke,” your dad reassures you.

Sighing, your eyes meet the floor, fingers intertwined with each other as you fidget incessantly. Before you can speak up in further defiance, however, an additional set of footsteps grow nearer and you freeze at the voice which speaks up.

“Christian, how much longer until our media slot?”

You lose your breath momentarily, locking your gaze onto your shoes as you wait for the person to pass by.

“About five minutes, Max,” your dad replies. “We were just about to head over.”

When you hear the footsteps grow fainter, you risk looking up, thankfully being met with only the observance of your father. You don’t even realize that you’ve tensed your body until your dad points it out.

“Relax,” he says. “He’s not going to say anything here, especially not on a race weekend.”

Nodding, you feel your shoulders ease up but you remain quiet.

“Anyways, like I said, our media briefing and interviews start soon and we’re after McLaren this weekend so they should already be back in their garage,” he says, realizing that you still appear troubled by the task ahead of you. “I promise you, everything will be fine. Just go over there and I’ll meet you back here when we’re done. The quicker you head over, the quicker you’re done with it and we can all move on." With that, your dad walks away and you reluctantly leave the Red Bull garage, adjusting your shirt as you straighten up.

You take a brief glance at your phone, turning it off after you try one last time to keep the picture of the boy imprinted in your mind. Eyes darting rapidly, you attempt to scan the paddock for anyone looking remotely like him while you make your way towards the bright orange and blue indicators of the McLaren garage.

The frequency of orange-clad individuals grows the further you stray from the safety of Red Bull’s garage, and you feel your heartbeat begin to increase. Worried that someone would stop you before you could approach the one person you had traveled all the way to Silverstone for in the first place, you quicken your pace.

You’re mere meters away when you spot him. Pushing past a few people while trying to keep your eyes trained on him, you watch as he turns around to talk briefly with the woman next to him.

Huffing, you muster up the little confidence you have and tap him on the shoulder.

His confusion is evident and the blonde woman next to him does not look pleased to have been interrupted. The silence is palpable as they stare at you, expecting an explanation for the abrupt ending of their conversation.

“Hi,” is all you can deliver. You’re at a loss for words while the woman next to him seems to lose what little patience she has with you. Everything you had rehearsed beforehand, gone. Your mind is foggy and your mouth feels dry as you try to compose yourself. “Um, can I talk to you for a second? It won’t be long, I promise.” Your voice breaks at the end and you wish you had never agreed to get on that stupid red-eye to Silverstone in the first place.

Lando offers a look of sympathy and then turns to the woman next to him. “Charlotte, could you just give us a second?”

Pursing her lips and turning on her heel, the woman walks away, heading towards the mouth of the McLaren garage. She’s far enough away that you’re out of earshot, but close enough that you feel her gaze linger as Lando turns back to face you.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he tells you with a smile. “We can take a picture if you want or I can sign some stuff for you.”

“What? No.” You shake your head, mentally slapping your palm against your forehead and forcing yourself to get a grip. Idiot. “Fuck, sorry, that sounded so rude! It’s just-” you rush to explain.

“Oh no, it’s okay!” he stammers. “I should’ve guessed from the Red Bull shirt anway.”

You both share an awkward laugh before you compose yourself and reach a shaky hand into your bag.

“This is going to sound so weird, but I was online shopping for a new watch the other day because I lost mine, and I’m pretty sure I bought the one that was stolen from you. I didn’t know anything about it, I swear. I just...well, here,” you say, offering the watch and its temporary box to Lando.

He looks at you, taking the box only to go wide-eyed at the contents inside.

“I have all the information that I was able to get, but the ad was taken off of eBay and I really wanted to do the right thing and give it back to you. Please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell?!” he exclaims, earning a few looks from people passing by and catching Charlotte’s attention once more. “Sorry, sorry. How did you get this?”

Amused, you laugh quietly while he studies the watch intently. “That was my dad’s reaction too. Basically there was a listing for it on eBay and it was sort of an impulse buy,” you explain. “I didn’t see the news coverage of what happened until afterwards and I felt awful. I’m really sorry you had to go through that, I genuinely had no idea.”

Shrugging, he plays it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” It’s hard to miss his sudden change in attitude from the interview you watched moments ago and you can’t help but wonder whether he has your or the watch’s presence to thank.

There is a brief moment of silence between you both before he continues. “How much did you pay for it?”

“It was so cheap, honestly,” you say. “Nothing compared to the original price, I’m sure.”

Charlotte, alerted by Lando’s attention-grabbing reaction to being reunited by his watch, returns to where the two of you are standing. “Oh wow, did you find a replacement watch for him?” she asks you, clearly impressed by the apparent likeness.

“No, Charlotte”, he corrects her. “It’s my one. Look.” He hands the watch to his PR manager, who receives it so gently you think she’s afraid it might shatter in her hands. Flipping the watch between her fingers, she studies the small engraving on the underside of the face.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

Lando nods. “It’s the exact date it was given to me, there’s no way anyone else could know that and make a copy of it.”

You feel the need to justify yourself to her. “It was listed online and I bought it before I knew anything about the situation. I didn’t even really know who Lando was until I saw what happened on the news, I swear.” You anticipate her anger or disapproval, preparing yourself to withstand the lecture you’re about to receive and mentally promising that, as soon as it’s over, you can run back to your dad and tell him you just want to go home.

But it doesn’t come.

“I can’t believe it!” she exclaims. “We all thought we’d never see it again and you found it on accident.” The smile she gives you sets your mind at ease. “Technically, this is a police matter now, so I’ll have to hand it over to the right people, but this helps us tremendously. Did you get any information about the seller?”

You explain the situation to her, about how the listing was taken offline but you have a printout of the messages and address the seller gave you, which you hand her from your bag. She lets you know that someone may get in touch soon to ask questions but not to worry, that it’s only a formality. Eventually, she asks if you’d like to watch free practice from a spot in the mobile hospitality unit, but you politely decline, explaining that you needed to get back to your dad in the Red Bull garage instead.

Charlotte smiles fondly at Lando and presses the brim of his cap down over his eyes. “Come on, you, we have to go and get ready now anyway.”

He takes off his hat, cheeks flushing as he makes an effort to quickly brush the curls lining his forehead, placing it back on and dismissing Charlotte with a wave of his hand. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Once the two of you are alone, he pulls out his phone. “Do you have Venmo? I’ll pay you back, it’s not fair that you had to waste your money.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

Lando seems unconvinced. “It’s really not a problem.”

“Seriously, it’s all good.”

“Well,” he continues awkwardly. “I have to go, but are you here for the whole weekend or...?”

You shake your head. “Just today. I’m not into Formula 1, I find it a little bit boring.”

“Seriously?! The fastest cars in the world and you’re calling it boring? Why even come to something like Silverstone if it’s so boring?” he feigns offense, doing air quotes as he imitates your apparent disdain for the sport.

Laughing quietly, you shrug. “I have family at Red Bull, so it was basically just luck and convenience that you were in the U.K. this weekend,” you clarify. “I don’t really understand Formula 1, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it’s not for everyone I suppose,” Lando replies. “So who in your family works at Red–” The end of his question is drowned out by the sound of his name called by an evidently disgruntled, impatient engineer.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, I’ve really gotta go, but, um,” he exhales with a nervous laugh. “I still feel like I need to repay you in some way. Do you want to go get a drink after the race on Sunday? I’m busy for the next few days but Sunday night I’ll be free. Only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to, like, pressure you or anything.”

You laugh, appreciative that the nervousness was shared. “That– Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll give you my number.”

He types your details into his phone before apologizing once more, thanking you again, and rushing off into the garage.

——

On Sunday, you let your dad believe he’s the one who convinced you to stay for the entire race weekend, but it’s the promise of Lando’s company later that night and the endearing text messages on your phone that prompts the desire to see this weekend through. You had spent the previous nights on your phone, going through driver and team Instagram accounts, as well as the F1 website, to get an idea of what to expect. Typically, it would pain you to look through motorsport news pages, especially with so many of the reports centering around Max and his vie for the championship as of late, but you manage.

You notice almost immediately while settling into your spot at the back of the garage that the energy does not match your own. You are enthusiastic and eager, while the rest of the team is stressed and rushes around you. Presumably, it’s because race day impacts their livelihoods and paycheks whereas it only dictates your family’s dinner topics, but, nevertheless, your excitement refuses to simmer.

Unfortunately, if it was weird for you to be seen at the McLaren garage before the first free practice, it would be infinitely more suspicious for you to be lingering around on race day, so you were not able to catch Lando at all since your initial meeting on Friday. However, you made sure to message him good luck beforehand, to which he thanked you and expressed excitement for your upcoming night.

“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll be on the pitwall,” your dad says, snapping you out of your whirring mind. He notices your obscure behavior, quick to comment on it. “Is it weird? Being here after so long?”

You nod, shrugging. “Unusual, for sure. So much has changed since the last time I came and watched, but I’m excited, though.”

“Well, it’s always good to have you here.”

Reciprocating your dad’s grin, you silently send him on his way. He exits quickly and leaves you to your own devices. Though, your own devices look to consist of impatiently waiting for the race to start and scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Ironically, your boredom with pre-race antics appears to create quite the dichotomy against the chaos exuding from the garage you find yourself encompassed in.

Regardless, your attention is regained when frequent cuts are made to the drivers in their cars, and you recognise that the race will be starting soon. You are temporarily startled when the cars begin moving without hearing an official announcement, but quickly realisee that it is merely a formation lap and no one else around you seems to be paying all too much mind to it.

When the cars return to their positions on the grid, you watch eagerly as the lights flash and the announcers begin yelling. You keep your eyes trained on the orange car towards the front of the grid, watching Lando so intently that you almost miss what happens to the cars in front of him.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the events unfold: the Red Bull car out front collides with what you identify as a Mercedes, spinning and slamming into the barrier. Gasps chorus across the garage as the screens replay slowed clips of the crash as an announcement states that the safety car has been deployed. They replay it from every conceivable angle, your astonishment at the severity is present upon your first viewing, but it’s only after the sixth clip that it clicks in your head that the person in the car is Max.

“For the second time this season, Hamilton and Verstappen clash and tangle on the opening lap, but, this time, it is ending in dramatic consequences for the championship leader.”

If you had perceived the pre-race behavior in the garage as chaotic, this was a whole new level of absurdity.

People rush around you while orders are shouted and frustrations are verbalised.

Your dad is angry.

The last time you recall him behaving like this was when your younger sister had broken the wine glasses he had bought for your mother on their honeymoon. You, however, ignore his yelling and remain encapsulated by the TV, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the events unfolding finally, finally register in your brain.

Car number 33 is in the wall and out of the race, and your ex-boyfriend is inside, silent and unmoving.

____________

tag list @lovebynorth @its-astrotea-love

[mrs-gucci]

Relinquishing Control {Maurizio Gucci x Reader} [blurb]

anonymous:

Imagining that any and everything you do turns Mau on.  Him being a nervous wreck during your first time and he just submits to you. Like imagine riding him and he's just a moaning mess. I'm so weak for him as a sub goodbye

author’s notes: oh. my. god. sub!Maurizio...hoooly shit!! I love it, I love everything about it. I’m a lil rusty on sub fics, so bear with me lol. 

warnings: smut. sub!Maurizio. cock-teasing. p in v. unprotected sex/creampie.

(possible) tw’s: mentions of consumption of alcohol.

terms to know

Tesoro means ‘treasure’ or ‘darling’ in Italian (an affectionate nickname). Cazzo means ‘fuck’ in Italian. Bello means ‘handsome’ in Italian.

After a romantic candlelit dinner and a walk through the moonlit streets of Rome, you and Maurizio make your way back to the penthouse. One more glass of wine later and you’re making out on the sofa. 

Soon, you find yourself upstairs, completely bare as you straddle Maurizio on his bed. Your lips work against his while you roll your hips on top of his crotch.  You never would’ve guessed that Maurizio would enjoy being out of control, considering his profession, but apparently he doesn’t mind.

You’ll be utilizing that in the near future, for sure.

His head presses back against the pillows and a shaky sigh leaves his lips. The veins begin to bulge out of his neck, hips wiggling beneath you.

“Cazzo,” He breathes, hands gliding up and down your thighs. “You look good up there, tesoro.”

The corners of your mouth curl up into a small but devious smirk as you slide down his body and tease the waistband of his boxers. You hum, walking your fingers up and down his shaft.

His hips buck up, a small whine leaving his lips. He blushes at the sound, looking away. You smile up at him, kissing the clothed head of his cock.

“Oh dio please.” He breathes, erection throbbing.

You slowly, teasingly pull his underwear down, exposing his arousal. He’s rock hard by now, slit drooling precum and tip flushed red.

“What do you want, Mauri?” Your voice is sweet, innocent.

Maurizio huffs. He simultaneously loves and hates being teased like this. “I want to be inside you, tesoro.”

You chuckle, watching him twitch angrily against his abdomen, desperate for contact.

“I don’t believe I heard a ‘please’ in there.”

His eyes widen. “Please. Please, I’m sorry.”

You’re enjoying this very much, more than you originally accounted for. He looks so desperate, like he’d do anything that was asked of him, and it rouses something within you.

“Good.”

Your panties are promptly pushed to the side and then, you seat yourself on top of him. You gasp softly as your walls stretch open to accommodate him, and he swears he blacks out for a second there. 

“Y/N.” He breathes, jaw clenched. “M-Move, tesoro, please...”

You nod, beginning to slowly bounce up and down on top of him, head falling back. “Shit bello, feels so good.”

His mouth hangs slightly ajar, eyebrows knitting softly at the center of his forehead while little moans, grunts and groans pour out from between his lips. Sweat is already beading at his hairline.

“Mm, mmm, mmmmm.”

Your pace grows quicker, now, feeling his length begin to pulse around you. His noises are like music to your ears, only fueling the fire of your arousal further. He looks almost as if he could cry, so desperate from your subtle teasing all evening long. 

“I’m--ohhhhh cazzo!--I’m not going to last--”

“No. You’re not gonna cum until I say you can.”

He shivers, groaning shakily before nodding shyly. “Y-Yes.”

“Yes, who?” Your eyebrows raise.

His teeth sink down into his pillowy bottom lip. “Yes...ma’am.” He almost cums just from saying those words.

You moan softly, hand splayed out on his chest to anchor yourself while the other begins to rub over your erect clit.

Maurizio groans, breath catching in his throat. His voice, when it eventually comes out, is barely above a breath. “P-Please.”

“Aww, do you wanna cum, Mauri? You wanna cum in my little p-pussy?” You taunt, smirking softly.

A sort of growl escapes him before his feet plant on the mattress, hips pushing up to meet your thrusts. You instantly cease your bouncing, and a single tear rolls down his cheek as he grunts in agony.

“No. Moving.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sssorry, ma’am.” He nods quickly, sniffling.

Your bouncing rhythm picks up right where it left off, quick and swift, and he’s right back up on the edge within a minute or so. He’s sweating, now, skin glistening under the side-table lamp’s glow.

“I’m gonna cum, bello.” You moan, rubbing your clit faster. “And you’re gonna fuck me through it without cumming. Is that understood?”

Maurizio nods, noises growing steadily louder as he teeters on the edge of climax. You cum moments later, moaning as you do so, walls spasming around him. 

He barely holds on through it, your pussy so tight around him. He’s begging you now, begging for permission to fill your throbbing cunt with his spend.

“Please, t-tesoro, please. I’m so close, I need to c-cum, please.”

You smirk, still bouncing on top of him, drawing your slick-covered fingertips away from your sensitive clit and bringing them up to his mouth.

“Clean them off.”

His lips wrap around your finger like a vice, slurping the juices right up off your digits like a man starved. You pull them out with a pop, then grab his jaw, leaning down so that your face is close to his.

“Cum.”

Maurizio falls apart beneath you, then and there, a soft cry of your name leaving his lips. His eyebrows crease and his head falls back against the pillows, hips rutting up relentlessly as he fucks his release up into you over and over again.

He’s trembling softly as he comes down from his intense release, arms wrapping around your torso and resting his forehead against your chest.

“Cazzo Y/N, that was...that was amazing.”

You smile, kissing him gently. “Glad you liked it.”

His face flushes bright red, then, and his eye dart away from yours.

“Could we, um...”

Your fingers tilt his chin up until his ocean blue eyes meet yours. “What is it, bello?”

“Could we start doing this sort of thing more often? Please?”

You smile, running your thumbs over his cheekbones as you look down at him with a smile and a small nod. “Of course.”

He grins, reaching up to kiss you.

“Mi rendi cosi felice, tesoro.” (You make me so happy, darling).

[lordabovehelpme]

Tied to You - Bucky Barnes x Reader

For my lovely best friend. Happy birthday my dear, I hope you are having a wonderful morning and this puts a smile on your face. Trust me, it’s been hard to keep this a secret from you for so long, but I hope you enjoy. I love you, and I will see you later!!! 

Summary: You’re so happy to be standing before him, but something on his wrist brings you back to the very first time you met.

Warnings: f! reader, marriage

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Excitement sends thrills up and down your spine, tingling through your toes and pooling in your stomach. You clutch the simple bouquet between your hands tighter and take a deep breath, trying to calm your frantic nerves.

Finally, after what seems like both an eternity and a millisecond, the classic “here comes the bride” starts to echo. Taking one more quick breath, you let your shoulders relax and start to turn the corner.

There you emerge from behind the doors of the little church in Brooklyn. Family and friends stand as you start your descent down the aisle. You meant to smile at the crying relatives, to give them some sort of comfort, but you can’t take your eyes off of him.

He stands before the altar, adorned in a black suit with a black tie. His hands stay clasped before him, but his striking blue eyes meet your own. They soften at the sight of you and his shoulders slightly shift towards you.

However, once you offer him a small smile, his eyes rack down your form and back up before meeting your gaze again. Usually his gaze causes you to fluster and try to hide away, but today you stand tall as you approach him.

He offers you a hand as you climb the few steps and you gladly take it. Handing the beautiful bouquet to your maid of honor, you look down at your clasped hands.

No longer does he shy away from you touching the metal, and no longer do you hesitate.

But something catches your eye as you settle before him. Right there on his metal wrist is a bracelet of thread. The one you made him all those years ago; bright yellows and blues, with tan and green. They all compliment the vibranium perfectly.

The sentiment is overwhelming and a gasp gets caught in your throat. “You wore it.” Your voice is small and he doesn’t need clarification to know what has puzzled you.

“Of course I did, doll.”

***

He can’t take his eyes off you. There you sit with some older ladies, spools of brightly colored thread by your side as you try and explain how to make a bracelet.

“Yeah, you’re starting to get it, this just crosses over here… see?” You lean over and point at one ladys horrible excuse of a friendship bracelet. They all laugh at one another and point out each other's mistakes, but become very defensive when their own flaws are pointed out.

“You should go talk to her!” An elbow is pressed into his side and Yori smirks.

“No I should not.” His eyes snap to face the older man, but not even a second passes before they beg to find your form again.

“Why not? She’s not getting any younger, and neither are you.”

Bucky sighs, but a small smile breaks onto his lips. “Haha, very funny. But I don’t even know what to say.”

Yori shrugs his shoulders. “Flatter her, girls love that. Tell her you love her eyes, her lips, her hair. Anything.”

A scoff falls from his lips as his head shakes. “I’m not going to suck up to her in hopes of a date.”

Yori places his hands over his own and he offers a smile to the soldier. His long white eyebrows twitch in the classic sign that the next few words will be uncharacteristically wise. The older man's eyes meet blue eyes and he gestures for him to lean in. Bucky follows and leans his head down.

“You will.”

Before the words even process in his head, Yori has already walked off, laughing loud as he clutches a hand to his chest. Once again, Bucky shakes his head at his antics.

“No I won’t.” He utters under his breath, before walking over to your little circle of mischievous old ladies.

You look up at him and he swears he might legitimately melt. “Hi!” You offer him a smile and he is already making funeral plans in his head.

“Oh, uh, hi.” Subconsciously, his flesh hand finds itself on the back of his neck, trying to rub away his nerves.

“Can I help you?”

He swears in his head, what does he need? He needs you. But he can’t say that. Swearing again, he tries to think of anything that would make sense to a normal human being.

“Yeah, I…” His eyes flicker around and land on one ladies bracelet. “I wanted to make a bracelet.”

Well great. Now he’s done it. He must look like the biggest dork in history. What was he thinking? Why couldn’t he just admire you from afar?

“Oh.” You genuinely look surprised. “Of course!” A wide smile breaks onto your face and you pat the empty seat next to you. “Come sit down and we’ll get you some thread.”

He can hear Yori’s laugh from the opposing corner. But, he follows your command and takes a seat next to you. Blue eyes follow your movements as you reach for a plastic container holding an entire rainbow of thread.

“So, what color are you thinking?”

He gives the rainbow one good look before sighing. “I don’t know.” You look at him as he offers a small awkward smile.

“Oh, okay. Well… do you know what type of bracelet you want?”

His fingers anxiously pick at the hem of his jacket. Shaking his head he murmurs, “Sorry, I know nothing about thread.”

Things seem to click in your mind that he has literally no idea about this stuff because you smile and slightly laugh. “Ahh, I see. That’s alright! Do you want me to choose some colors for you?”

His stomach flutters and he smiles at your soft laugh. “Yeah, doll, that would be nice.” The pet name slipped before he could even dream of stopping it. Once again, a long, loud, strand of curse words flood his mind.

Your movements stop, but quickly resume. In fact, you were so fast he’s not even sure you caught his slip. He watches with quizzical eyes as you pull brightly colored threads and measure them with your arms. Your fingertips move with ease as they tie the strands together and then hold it out to him. He reaches out and purposefully slides his fingers over your own.

“H-” your voice breaks out suddenly and he just smiles as you slightly fluster, clearing your throat you continue, “Here you go.”

He throws you a smirk and takes them from you. But then his plan of seduction hastingly halts when he realizes he has no idea what to do with the strands. So he just lets his hands rest in his lap as he stares down at the colorful strands.

“Do you need help?” You ask.

His head slowly tilts to meet your gaze and soft smile. He swears his heart stopped. Taking a gulp he prays you don't notice, he offers you a smile back. “Umm yeah.”

You scootch your chair next to his and reach over to grab the thread. Now he knows his heart stopped. You start explaining how to start a simple design but he can’t focus.

He means to focus, he wants to focus, but the smell of your shampoo wafts to his nose and makes his breaths longer. The subtle heat flowing from your skin to his where your arms slightly touch makes him want to close his eyes and lean in further to your touch.

“Are you paying attention?”

His eyes shoot open and heat rises to his cheeks. “Yes!”

One of your eyebrows twitch and amusement twinkles behind your eyes, but you continue where you stopped. He forces himself to listen and not be distracted any longer.

After about an hour of small talk and you helping him, finally the bracelet is long enough to tie off. Everytime your hand brushed his heart would skip a beat.

Now you tie the bracelet onto his wrist and cut the long ends. “There!” You smile at him and he nearly melts into a puddle beneath your feet.

“Thanks doll.” This time he doesn’t miss the way your body slightly stiffens and your eyes widen a tad.

“Umm, yeah.” You clasp your hands before you and open your mouth, but before you can say anything the older ladies call for you that they need your immediate help. You give him an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I have to go, but it was nice to meet you…” trailing off when you realize you don’t know his name.

“Bucky.”

Nodding at him, your smile widens from remorseful to joy. “Bucky, it was nice to meet you.”

He watches as you walk away, laughing and giggling with the old ladies. “You too doll, you too.” Little did you know, but you walked off right with his heart. The once stone cold piece of meat, now fluttering and happily beating beneath your gaze and care. And for the last time that day another flood of curse words plagued his mind.

***

His hands squeeze your own and he takes a deep breath, blue eyes meeting your own. The bright bracelet proudly on display for anyone to see.

“Doll, there were many times I was lost and you found me. There were days which were heavy, and you picked me up and lightened my heart. Through it all, you were always there for me.”

His voice wavers a little and you can’t deny the water pooling at the corners of your eyes.

“And I know that will never change. I promise to love you as you are and to respect our differences while still supporting and encouraging you. Whatever the future holds, know that I will stand by you and love you. Through pain and passion, sorrow and hope. Through death and through life I will love you. Everyday and with whatever we face I promise to love you because I am tied to you.”

You have to drop one of his hands to wipe away your tears as you smile up at him. Then you say your own vows. And finally after the classic I do’s, the officiant says, “You may now kiss your bride.”

The two of you lock eyes before he swoops down and captures your lips within his own. One of his hands wraps around your waist and holds you steady. The crow erupts in shouts and glee for the two of you but neither of you care. He leans back and you both just smile at one another for a while, both holding the widest grins you have ever had in your entire life.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.” You say back.

Later in the night, as the two of you sway, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and head on his chest, the final words in his vow finally make sense. You play with the string bracelet on his wrist.

“Tied to you huh? You were proud of that one, weren’t you?”

He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Was it obvious?”

“Dork.”

He smiles. “But I’m your dork.”

“Oh my god!” You sigh, “James Buchanan Barnes,” landing a poke to his chest to emphasize your point, “you are the most cheesiest, handsomest, loveable dork out there.” You stand on your tiptoes to catch a kiss from him. “And you're all mine.”

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Yes yes, I know. “Lordy what the heck? Why are you writing for Bucky?” Well this is a birthday gift for my friend who loves Bucky, so yeah. 

Disclaimer!!! I will not write for Bucky normally!!! This was purely a gift!!!

But please, if you liked it, consider reblogging or leaving a comment, I love hearing what you all have to say! (And maybe y’all can convince me to write for him more. Idk, I’m not promising anything.) 

Love, Lordy :) 

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[paperpocalypse]

crackers and jam.

50 Cliché Tropes and Prompts: 41. Overhearing they have feelings for you.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 1,703 words

Warnings: Swearing

Some time back, not long after he got stranded in the post-apocalyptic world and perhaps a year and a half before running into you, Five’s only companion was Delores.

It had been a meeting of chance (as everything is) in the middle of a destroyed department store. She had been looking at him. And maybe that’s why he was so drawn in – that stare; it was a lifeless stare, yeah, but it was not by any means a dead stare like the ones he had met too many times before. No life had been lost to create that stare. She was smiling, too.

Five had lifted her carefully out of the chunks of concrete, greeting her because there was no one else. For the first few weeks, he just placed her at the corner of her store and visited every once in a while, then took to occasionally toting her around the City when he needed to talk. He liked to pretend that she answered back – sometimes. After a few months, he named her Delores.

Then he met you.

Unlike Delores, you were human. Breathing. Alive, somehow. And you had thoughts and feelings that weren’t always connected to his and – and it was weird. It was home.

You didn’t question his friendship with Delores. Five had seen the half-burned stuffed frog in your wagon, so you wouldn’t have had anything to hold over him anyway. He knew that you knew that he still went to the department store in the middle of the night. And, shit, deep down Five also knew that Delores was, in the end, just a hunk of plastic with eyes. But after a year and a half of having nobody else, she had become something of a comfort. And a confidant. Burdening you with his issues was not an option, so when things became a little shittier than usual, he would slip out from underneath his blanket, make sure you weren’t having a nightmare, and head downtown to voice his thoughts aloud.

Over time, though, he learned that you were willing to listen. You listened, and you were always kind about it even if you didn’t always understand. His nightly visits decreased. And it was okay for a while.

But then Five began to struggle with a new issue – one that was a little different than the usual mess of stress and anxiety – and one night, he finds himself looking down at Delores again because talking to you about it is definitely off the table.

Unfortunately, Delores’s kindness is different from yours.

Well, here we are. Again.

“I’m just here to think,” he snaps, combing a grubby hand through his tangled mess of hair. The lantern beside him glows weakly as he plops down onto a slab of concrete. “Mind your business.”

Your business is everyone’s business here, Five. And to put my own two cents in, I think that you’re scared of your own feelings.

Blood travels to Five’s cheeks, unwarranted, as he narrows his eyes at Delores. “For the last time, that’s not what this is about. It’s – Jesus Christ, I’m gonna get over it. This isn’t a life-or-death issue.”

Then why have you been ranting about it like it is?

“I’m not.”

Ha! Rich.

He grits his teeth. She stares back at him, unperturbed. Bastard.

You know, maybe you’ll feel better if you say it out loud. Air it out. Test to see if it’s real.

“I’m not doing that.”

Do it.

No.

Say it.

No.

For god’s sake, Number Five, take a goddamn look at yourself –

“Fine!” Five hisses, though it feels more like an explosion. He throws his hands up. “I like [Y/n], alright? We’re the last people on this goddamn planet and I like them, and I shouldn’t care this much but I do. Happy?”

Delores pauses. Five looks away.

Very.

Ugh.

Did it feel real?

He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms, and doesn’t answer. The smile on Delores’s face seems a little smug, and it makes him want to hurl. He shouldn’t have said it out loud. Relieve some of the pressure and everything starts to boil over …

Breathing in deeply, Five forces his shoulders to relax. He bids a soft goodbye to Delores, then heads back to camp.

—

A week later, Five’s visit comes back to bite him in the worst way possible.

You’ve been having a hard time starting the fire for tonight, so he finishes splitting the evening rations to help you out with the bow drill. As he does so, you watch in silence, both of you waiting patiently for the smoke and dust.

“Do you think we have enough wood?” you eventually ask.  

“It’s enough,” he murmurs, only half paying attention. After a while, a few chalky wisps of smoke begin to rise from the charring wood. He leans in to blow the ember carefully once it forms, then puts it into the tinder and coaxes out a flame. “Get the kindling?”

You oblige, and within a few minutes, a healthy fire starts to dance atop the wood, scorching his face and fingers with heat. Five stares intently at the oranges and yellows for a moment, lips pressed together, intrigued in a tired sort of way. Warmth. Then he backs off and grabs a portion of crumbled up crackers, handing it to you.

You spread the cloth over your knees. “Now all we need is some jam.”

“What kind?”

A soft hum escapes your throat. You contemplate unhurriedly, dabbing up some stray crumbs with a finger. “Blackberry,” you reply after a few moments. “Or strawberry. The kind that’s sort of chunky.”

It’s been a long time since he’s tasted either of those things. The simple thought of whole crackers spread with fresh jam, sweet and dark and sticky, is a luxury in and of itself. Five tries not to think about it too much, munching on his third fragment of stale cracker. It makes his mouth dry. “Hm,” he says, picking up the canteen for a few drops of water.

The fire pops. A few sparks fly out into the air and die just as quickly. You finish your supper and wipe your mouth, stretching your legs out in front of you as you sigh.

Five tilts his head at you. “What?”

“What?” you parrot back, though he sees the way your fingers fidget.

“You have something to say.”

Your facial expression shifts just the smallest bit. “How can you tell?”

(Simple – because he knows you. He knows your ticks; knows how you tick. He knows your smiles and all the subtle ways that your voice rises and falls. He’s memorized you because he fears forgetting, and it’s a problem.)

“Kind of hard not to,” Five replies.

“Oh.” You chew the inside of your cheek, still seeming unsure. “Well, um … I just wanted to talk to you about something. And please don’t be mad.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Um. A couple nights ago, I had a bad dream.”

“I know.”

“Not the one you woke me up from. A different one,” you mutter. “The night after we found the pillows.”

“Oh,” Five says.

“Yeah.” You look down at your hands. They’re dusty and rough, littered with small scars from climbing and falling and holding. “I … um, that night, I woke up and you weren’t there. And I sort of panicked, and went looking –”

The blood drains from Five’s face.

“I went looking for you, and I found you. Talking to her.” You glance at him for a split second. “About me.”

Oh, fuck.

Five stares at you as you fiddle with the scrap of cloth on your lap. You know. You weren’t supposed to know. You weren’t supposed to ever know, and now you do.

“Five?” Your voice is curious and small.

His voice is raspy. “How much did you hear?”

“Almost everything.” You grab the cuff of his coat sleeve as he attempts to stand up. “I’m sorry for eavesdropping. I really didn’t mean to, but –”

“It’s not your fault. Look, I don’t want to talk about it,” he replies tersely. “We need more firewood, anyway.”

“We have enough,” you say, though you relinquish your hold when he tugs a little harder away from you. You sound hurt. “Five, it’s okay to feel like that.”

“It’s not. It makes things more complicated.”

“How?” Standing up, your brow furrows. “I like you too, Five. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

His chest tightens. “That just makes it worse.”

“I like you,” you repeat. Your hand moves down to take his gently. “A lot. And it’s okay.”

(Did it feel real?)

Five meets your gaze solidly despite not quite wishing to, a familiar sense of guilt washing over him when you squeeze his hand.

Sometimes, he wishes he hadn’t met you. Then he would’ve gotten what he deserved for his recklessness – nothing – with nothing to concern himself with other than equations and survival and time. That, he’s fairly sure, would have been easier to manage. He hadn’t been taught to care for someone else. Not like this, at least.

But you. You. Five swallows the lump in his throat.

“I might have to leave you behind,” he murmurs, more hoarsely than he’d like to admit. The words burn like ice on the roof of his mouth. “One day.”

You don’t reply for a few seconds.

Then, for some inexplicable reason, you step a little closer. “But not tonight," you say. "Right?”

For shit’s sake, you’re so optimistic. Five chuckles dryly, hand still engulfed in yours, blinking away the vague stinging in his eyes. “Of course not.”

“Then I forgive you. If you feel like you need it.” With a mild exhale, you smile at him. Your eyes are glossy. “So can we sit back down? I like doing that.”

He quietly agrees.

So you bring him back down to sit before the fire, closer to him than before. No more words are left to be said. A heavy silence settles in their place, neither good nor bad, and almost comfortable. For the first time in a long time, Five tries not to think.

You lean against his shoulder. He welcomes it.

[opes-magnas]

『 as lonely as time can get. 』

It’s finally here!! I’m a terribly slow writer, and am really thankful to all those who waited for this! Hopefully you enjoy. Thank you so much to @hamjjy, @kaavijournals and Lady L for beta reading this, you guys are the best!

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tw: cursing, body sensitivity, very subtle idea of anxiety and toxic relationships are portrayed.

~calypso <3

I. the moon can't shine on her own.

She looks serene tonight - high up in the night sky, not a single star to accompany her. Does the moon feel lonely like that? Does she ever need a warm hug? Perhaps she gets one from the sun, and he accompanies her all time. Does the sun shine for her? So that the world can see her beauty? Perhaps so. When she can't see him, she turns bloody red; she seems disturbed. Hurt. Lost. Her fury always frightened the humans. It made them shiver inside their homes, praying to see the familiar ball of light rise from the east to calm her down. Perhaps it is better if they could only see her beauty. But does that mean the sun shines, not to show her beauty, but to protect the humans from her true self? Perhaps so.

The sun and the moon are a pair. And they will continue to be.

As long as the moon can't shine on her own.

Let's stop thinking, Luna.

The moon seems lonely.

I look up at the clock. A red, metallic light tells me its 3:48 am, 3rd April. Great, now I can have four shots of espresso for breakfast. Thank you, oh great mind, for deciding that we needed to have that conversation earlier. I sit up on the bed and rub my eyes. The curtain flutters from the soft wind blowing in through the window. Cicadas fill up the silence as I look at the full moon illuminating my room another time. Oh, how I hate the moon. What a hypocrite. I look away, and my eyes find the pile of open textbooks and spark notes I abandoned. A small smile creeps up my face. At least I'll ace that History test tomorrow. I could imagine the Boba Tea reward from Leo in my hands already. Leo. The annoying kid next door who's been stuck with me since I was five. Don't worry, though. I don't like him. Not anymore. He made it extremely clear that I was 'a size too big' for him. Then why do I still hang out with him? Short answer - I beat him up, he apologized. I shall offer no elaboration. Still, a lump forms in my throat. And maybe because he wasn't completely wrong.

I get up to go grab a glass of water. Mochi is lying in her bed in the hallway. This is the first time she didn't stir awake when I thumped across the room. The poor fluffball of a cat is probably very tired from the bath I forced her into in the evening.

You need to lose a few pounds anyways, Luna. Get rid of those love handles. Maybe some fat on your back too. That'll make people find you more approachable.

It isn't toxic if it's true, right?

That night, I decide that my glass is half-empty rather than full, and go back to bed. Suddenly, Mochi wakes up and runs into my room. She snuggles in and throws her paws on my hair like it's her property. I choose to oblige the demon for today.

The last thing I see before sleep lures me is the clock gleaming '3:59 am'.

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It's too warm in my blanket. I almost want to peel my skin off. I need to get sleep, I have a test soo- I jolt awake. Mochi is no longer next to me. I assume she's back in the comfort of her bed, considering the temperature in the room. I let out a groan as my hand outstretches to the switchboard. After a few terrible attempts, I finally turn on the ceiling fan. As sleep threatens to take me again, I see that it's still dark out and the moon looks just as annoying as it did earlier, its ever luminant light breaking down the walls of my privacy. My eyes turn to the direction of the clock- 3:48 am, 3rd April. Huh, weird. I realize I must have had one of those five-minute, extra strength-giving, amazing nap- Wait why does the clock say it's 3:48 am?

I grab my phone. The sudden light blinds me for a second, and through squinted eyes I see 3:49 am on the screen. Huh, really weird. Wasn't I awake just now  - err, earlier? Wait what? I realize I make no sense, maybe I just read the time wrong the first time. My brain is repeating the features of the Hammurabi Code, my drowsy eyes are drooping, and I meet slumber once more.

I barely feel Mochi slipping back into my blanket.

/////-----

I wake up in wonder why my alarm hasn't rung yet. The room is still dark, the moon stares at me curiously. Give me some privacy, moon. My eyes turn towards the clock for the third time this night- 3:46 am, 3rd April. Bullshit. I've been asleep for hours now; I won't need those four espresso shots for breakfast anymore. My tongue clicks involuntarily. Is this some sort of a stupid prank? Leo is definitely behind this, I'm going to hunt that dipshit down.

Come to your senses, Luna. The universe cannot prank you. That's impossible. And stupid.

I grab my phone again. An attempt in vain, I realize, when I see the screen displaying the same time. I text Leo.

| loser |

you (3:46 am, 03.04.2021): you awake?  (read) 

loser (3:48 am, 03.04.2021): no

A chill goes down my spine. Did the just relive 3:38 am? I decide to call Leo. Two rings in, I hear a familiar voice, 'I said I wasn't awake.' He sounds tired, voice raspy and strained. You'd think he'd just woken up from the but he's the sort of person who thinks sleep is for the weak. 'Yeah no shit, Sherlock. I'm speaking to your alter ego, Thomas.', I reply.

He decides to ignore my bad retaliation, and saves me from the embarrassment. 'Why is my star pupil awake at 3 in the morning? Has she forgotten about the test she will help me cheat tomorrow?', he asks. Ah, this freeloader. I'm gonna kick his ass. My hands move frantically in the air out of annoyance, 'I am not helping you with anything!', I scream-shout into the phone, afraid I'll wake Mochi up in the hallway. She's a bigger annoyance than Leo; no one in the universe has energy to deal with a grumpy Mochi.

'Honey, you love me.'

'You're being delusional.', I deadpan.

'Is my chubby baby irritated?', he says in a fake cooing voice. And that got me.

'Leo, I did not call you at 3 in the fucking morning for you to put me down.'

The other side of the line immediately goes silent. Silence that reminded me of the last time this happened. Silence between the two of us on a Boba Tea study session in the park after an argument, the only sound being the pages of my sociology textbook being turned, and of the sound of baby birds in a nest nearby. Though I know that Leo meant it as a term of endearment, I couldn't believe he wouldn't ever, well, consider me more than just a friend because of it. A few seconds (sometimes minutes) pass before -

'I'm sorry, Lunie, you know I don't mean it,'

Another apology.

I sigh. I'm tired of this conversation again. I'm tired of having to deal with the same problem again. I'm tired of people putting me down. I'm tired of blaming myself. I'm tired of trying to look pretty. I'm tired of Leo. I'm tired of me. I'm tired of another heartbreak. I know his apology is genuine. I know he doesn't mean it. I know he's just being the Leo he always is. But somehow his words still continue to haunt me. Maybe it's because it's coming from someone who means to me the most, coming from someone who brightens me up, like the sun does to the moon.  Then why am I the only one taking it seriously? Why am I trying to fit into someone else's standards? Why am I so painfully aware of everything but still choosing to be blind?

Why am I not able to love myself even though I want to?

'Luna? You there?', his voice breaks me from my train of thought. Weirdly, he sounds quite scared. 'I didn't realize how much it bothers you, I swear I won-'

Mochi jumps onto the bed and snuggles into my head again, paws in a similar place in my hair. A weird sense of Deja vu washes over me again. And then-

『 pop! the world has reset.』

My eyes opened in fear as a gasp escapes my mouth. I'm sitting on my bed, trying to comprehend what just happened. The curtains flutter with the wind blowing by. The moon stares in curiosity. My phone's on the bedside table. The clock gleams with a bright '3:01 am' displayed on it. And the problem is that I wasn't dreaming, and I wasn't mistaking the time either.

I'm in a time loop.

II. a tub fills with water only to spill it.

I fucking hate whoever wrote Groundhog Day.

Like who decided that? Who decided to say 'Hey, let's make a movie based on time loops!'? 'Let's make a dude live the same day all over again till he gets it right! Let's make him really happy, then really sad!'

Son, I'm this close to pulling an Ides of March on you.

I seem to be looping every hour, more specifically from three in the morning to four. Five hours have passed by, but my clock tells me it's precisely 3:18 am. Great. My dearly detested friend, the moon, is my only companion in this war with time (sorry Mochi). In the five hours that should have gone by, I have accomplished the following:

Two and a half hours of sleep - though I wake up when the clock resets.

Half an hour of revision for that History test I need to write after I get out of this shit.

Thirty minutes of planning a workout, Fifteen minutes of Yoga.

Five minutes of trash talking the moon, Ten minutes of dealing with grumpy Mochi who woke up as I exercised.

Thirty minutes of wondering if Leo's looping with me, and

Half an hour of figuring out what went wrong, and how to make the night perfect.

I don't know how much longer I'll be able to remember anymore. I've tried everything - making notes, scribbling on the wall, writing on myself, engraving things on desk - but none of them seem to make it through when the loop resets. I'm too tired to talk to Leo, knowing very well that he would definitely not believe me. And partly because I'm afraid I'll lose my temper and get hurt again. I'm afraid I'll end up being the insecure bad guy, and he doesn't deserve that. He deserves someone better. Someone who's prettier, kinder and happier. Not telling him for the time being also meant that I'll never find out if he was looping with me. But that probably isn't the case, the universe is cruel for a reason. This is perhaps its punishment for me. I must go through this alone.  No one's ever been by my side anyways.

I'm as lonely as the moon.

/////-----

Another few hours pass. The pop between every reset scares me lesser and lesser. But my desperation to return back to normal is growing. I've been trying to figure out what went wrong for the past hour in the neighbourhood park. The cold air  perfectly paired up with the mint chocolate chip ice cream in my hands. Was it me staying awake this long? Should I have just gone to sleep?  There must have been something I did wrong that hour. My heart wishes to call Leo and confide in him. And the more time goes by, the more my mind wishes to oblige to that crazy request.

I pull out my phone, which gleams a bright '3:58 am'. It's almost time for the reset. In two minutes, I'll be magically transported back to my bed. I sigh. I can't take living the same hour again. The hour grips my sanity like it is a play toy. I waste another countless moment wondering where I went wrong.

『 pop! the world has reset.』

Well, I guess there's no place like home. I wonder if Mochi was worried the previous hour when she didn't find me in the bed. Do cats feel worry for their owners? Does Mochi care for me? What kind of a disgusting ship is this? Cringe, cringe, cringe. Shut up, Luna. I bury my nonsensical idea of my cat showing me love for once in the deep pits of my mind, and pretend I never thought of such blasphemy. I shift under my blankets, and decide to sleep through this hour, foolishly hoping that the reset would never take place if I was never awake, though I woke up when the clock reset each time earlier. My eyes look at the clock - 3:05 am.

That's when doorbell suddenly rang. I launch up in surprise. This didn't happen before. My heart begins to pound extremely hard, my head hazed in confusion. I run towards the door as quickly as possible stirring Mochi awake in the process, and fling it open.

It's Leo. And he's in tears.

His eyes are filled with fear, breath unsteady. Beads of sweat line his neck as he tries to get words out. Leo grips my hands tightly, as though he wants me to hold him and tell him it was going to be okay. This hasn't happened in a very long time. He's gotten a much better hold on his anxiety in the past few years. I pull him into a hug and mutter words of comfort. His head is leaning on mine, and his breath slows. I tell him we'd be alright, and hum a calming tune. And we stay like that for the next five minutes.  

'Luna,', Leo whispers into the night. 'Would you believe me if I told you something crazy?'

'Like what?'

'Like a war against the clock.'

And that's when I knew. Tears start brimming in my eyes as I give out a sigh of relief. 'Like a time loop?', I say as I hug Leo a little tighter. This time I needed one to remind me I wasn't alone. He seems to catch on as well, a sob escapes from him as he melts in. We stay in each other's arms, in each other's comfort - a place where walls were deaf to all the shared secrets, a sanctuary with no limits.

Oh, what I'd do to protect it.

Leo pulls away, his eyes disappear and his lips form into a sheepish grin. His face is puffy from all the crying, but it glows in the soft moonlight. My eyes widen in surprise as he grabs my hand and drags me out the door. I manage to see the clock on the kitchen counter gleaming with a bright '3:15 am.' before blood rushed to my face upon meeting the cold air.

'Where are we going? Are yo- ah it's fucking cold out here!', I complain.

'Ice Cream.' Classic hungry Leo. This boy is a demon.

iii. the twilight hour.

'What's wrong with you?!', I huff as I bend down to catch my breath and hide myself under a tree. Leo, on the other hand, is breathing quite easy, a stupid grin plastered on his face (oh, how I want to punch him). His hands hold up a bag with three tubs of mint chocolate Ice Cream like they're the greatest creation of God. 'Did you really have to steal Ice Cream?! Are you five?', I say as I recall the incident that just took place, how Leo basically ran out the convenience store with the sweet goodies without paying and left me, his dear, penniless (and only) friend as the bait to a potential flat-earther of a cashier (long story, don't ask).

And now we're here, the park I was in the previous hour. There's not a single soul around. The only companion being the moon once again. His smile shines through like the sun, however.

'I'm rweally sowwy, delulu,', he retorts.

'My name is Luna, and no one can ever be as delusional as you, you dill hole.', I say, my ears red.

'Good now, I shalt promoteth thee to 'Deluna'. Thee has't been felicitat'd.'

I click my lips in annoyance. I know quite well that when the clock resets, all the stolen Ice Cream would be back in the freezer. But I try my best to maintain a straight face to show my discontent. That's right Luna, assert your fucking dominance. I notice that his hazel eyes shining with the mischief I'm used to once again. He's back to the loud, obnoxious and teasing Leo he's always been. Leo who's carefree, Leo who's horribly reckless, Leo who finds happiness in uncertainty. My Leo. My lips slowly curl into a smile, and I give in. He's happy, and that makes me happy too. Leo suddenly pulls out his phone.

'Look here, Partner in time.', he says cheekily.  I hear a click. My brows wring into discomfort and confusion.

'What? You look pretty in the moonlight.', he states without skipping a beat. There's a million tugs in my stomach, and blood rushes to my bronze skin. Butterflies soon turn into more sinister as I remember our conversation on the phone earlier. My face falls, if only this boy knew what he puts me through. First I'm not good enough, and now I'm pretty? Does he really throw around stuff like that without giving it a second thought? Does he not realize all that he's putting me through?

This is pointless. My feelings for him are pointless. The amount of time I waste on this is pointless. 'Our friendship is pointless.', I say. Regret follows immediately. Leo's face turns grim too; an unreadable expression plastered on his face. I suddenly remember something I jotted down my sociology textbook.

words left unspoken, my hearts screams, my head's in pain, we are in conflict.

Tears well up in my eyes again. This is a conflict, the most peaceful one at that. Terrifying. One that makes you curl into a ball and wish you never existed. One fueled by guilt, by insecurity, by ignorance. I remember the rest of the poem.

one of us was meant to get hurt, almost as though the heavens proclaimed it, on the day of creation. the celestial sky cried tears of gold, for it knew fate was cruel, but humans are crueler.

My hands are getting colder. My breath is hitching as my sobs get louder. Leo rushes towards me and tries to pull me into another hug. As much as I try to resist, he pulls me into his embrace. Fear devours my heart as I realize how I didn't feel at home anymore. I knew this sanctuary was going to break sooner or later. My heart is sick. It pains far too much as it beats in his embrace. Will it stop if I pull away? I try.

It does.

'Luna, what's wrong?!', Leo asks, truly afraid of what was happening.

'Us, Leo. Us.', I reply, voice barely a notch away from a whisper.

'What's wrong with us? We're Leo and Luna! You're the other half of thi-'

'Stop. Please.', I say firmly. My head feels too heavy, my heart too light. The moon shines down on me in its disgusting glory. I can't take it anymore. 'You're the reason I hate the moon, Leo. Because you are the sun. You only shine on me to mock me. To make me feel inferior.'  

'What're you talking abou-'

My tongue clicks loudly. 'You're so hypocritical!  You're an asshole who makes me feel like I'm the only one in the world, before throwing me out yourself. You make me feel insecure, Leo. I don't feel like I'm myself with you anymore.', I say, vitriol burning my throat. 'You disregard what I feel for you, because I'm the moon. You outcast me, because I'm the moon. You tie me down.

'You remind me of why I'll never shine on my own.'

I look at Leo. His hazel eyes turned dark, head down in shock. There's not a single drop of water in his eyes. He stands under the moonlight in silence. I can hear my heart palpitating.

'Why do you think the Sun shines, Luna?', he whispers. 'Is it to light the day, or to light the night?', he asks, a little louder this time. I open my mouth to answer.

'It's to light the night, Luna.', he interrupts. He knew I'd say neither. The sun shines for himself. He is selfish.

'The sun sheds it's light, because if it didn't, the moon would never-'

'That's exactly the prob-'

'get to see the world.' I stop midway in confusion. What is he saying?

'The sun shines because he wants the moon to see the world, Luna. He shines because if he didn't, the moon would be lonely. He makes sure to shed the perfect amount of light on her, so that she guides the traveler without scalding them, without making them blind.

'If he never shone, he'd have never have found his other half. The sun would have been just as lonely as the moon would have, Luna. The sun and moon are a pair, not because the moon can't shine on her own, but because they are lonely without each other.', Leo says.

And epiphany struck down like lightning. Leo needs me as much as I need him. He'd be just as lonely as I'd been without him. The moon's identity without the sun hadn't ever been her own. It was due to the sun's light she was herself. The sun made her the moon, and the moon made him the sun. They were inseparable, as destiny willed them to be, for they needed each other. For the sun to shine the brightest, and the moon to give comfort. But all that didn't answer why-

'Why did you say I wasn't enough for you?', I say, reminiscing that day in the park.   I remember picking out a bouquet of purple lilacs after studying a book about plant symbolism in the library. I spent hours trying to make myself look pretty. I spent a lot of time trying to make up my mind. And everything came crashing down.

'Because you deserve more!', Leo says in defeat, fingers brushing into his hair. 'Do you know how much of a loser I am? You deserve a hunk-a-ilicous person, are you really going to settle for a noodle?!', Leo says, gesturing to his lean figure. As sarcastic as his response seemed, he meant every word of what he said. That's just how Leo is.

'Leo, that's exactly how I've been feeling this whole time.' I pull Leo into a hug.  

Leo is no different than I've been my whole life. He's just as insecure and broken as I am, as I've always been. All my life, I'd seen him as a completely different person. We have different hobbies, we have different personalities. But we're still similar in ways that make us, well, us. It's just that our sanctuary needed to break to have it's walls built back stronger. I feel at home again.

'You're more of a sausage though. Alri-ALRIGHT lemme clear up, you're MY sausage okay? The best one in fact, I will use you in all my dishes.', Leo says as I pull out of his embrace and find a stone on the road to attack the disrespectful brat. Leo runs away and makes his way behind the usual Banyan tree at the edge of the park. 'That's literally the worst nickname ever!', I yell as I chase him.

'Mine own dearest sausage I begeth thee to reconsid'r!'

'TRY ME BITCH.'

'Hey, hey wait.', Leo holds down my hands and blocks my attack, and I'm left with no weapon except for the daggers in my eyes I choose to use against him. 'So, what are we now?', he asks.

'We're still Leo and Luna, dumb head.', I say after giving it a thought. Leo opens his mouth to refute, but soon decides against it. I assume he's content with the answer. We were friends, nothing could ever break that. Would we ever be something more? Who knows, maybe we would in the future when we love ourselves a little more, when we're comfortable with who we are, rather than who we're with.

Until then, we are Leo and Luna.

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My eyes flutter open. I am leaning on the trunk of the Banyan tree next to Leo. I find myself in sleepy laughter as I look at his head lodged in between the roots of the tree. And suddenly, I see light in the distance. I immediately wake up from my position near the tree and walk to the edge of its canopy, heart beating in my stomach and look at the sky outside. The dark navy night melts into a light lilac, small streaks of tangerine bordering the the horizon. The birds are beginning to chirp in the trees, though the street lights are still on.

The time loop has stopped.

Meanwhile, Leo had stirred awake. He runs with his eyebrows up in surprise and squeezes the life out of me before his eyes turned dark in fear.

'WE HAVE SCHOOL.', he exclaims. I ignore him, and choose to stare into the sky. I look at the twilight hour. The sun and the moon were side by side, in harmony, like Leo told me. Tears escape my eyes in a sense of accomplishment. I could rest now. I give myself a small hug, and tell myself I'd worked hard. ('LUNA DO YOU REMEMBER THE HAMMURABI CODE.' 'That is not important right now!') The sun rises up, and salvages the few moments he has with the moon. I turn my head to the side and see that the moon looks serene, her light glow slowly fading as she decides to rest too.

But above all, I see that the moon is no longer lonely.

a/n: ahhhh yes if you’ve made it this far, i truly truly appreciate you for reading this, it means a lot to me. the past few days have been a little weird for me, and it took more than just motivation for me to get through writing this. again, thank you to all my beta readers, i really treasure all of you! i’d really love to get an ask about the short story, so if you enjoyed, make sure to send me one! i hope everyone’s staying safe! stay tuned with us because we have another surprise coming soon!

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Right Of Passage

Masterlist

Paige crashes and interview and your hormones are kicking in!

Warnings: Fluff,Swearing, Light Smut

A/n: so here is another Fluffy chapter for my 'from house to home' series enjoy the family fluff! and tiny bit of smut. hope you enjoy xxxxx

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You stood backstage with Paige watching on the huge tv in front of you as Henry sat on the famous white sofa talking with Ellen. You had to admit you were excited to be here apart from visiting on set occasionally and going to awards you never really did any of this public stuff. It was how both you and Henry wanted it but it was nice to get out and be involved, Paige was excited to she loved watching her daddy on telly but a lot of his films weren't age appropriate...you’d thought about letting her watch man of steel soon but you didn't want her to get upset seeing her dad in trouble or kissing another lady she hasn’t been old enough to understand yet... She also never understood how he got in the telly she was at the age when she was beginning to understand that he was filmed and then the videos were put on the tv. She jumped up and swerved trying to peek around the curtain to see what was going on.

"Paige! No come on back here, you can see daddy after sweety just watch daddy on the telly here." She pouted but relented standing next to you huffing.

She didn't understand why she couldn't go and cuddle her daddy he was right there! And true to form when your little girl was told she cant do something she really really wanted to. You sighed watching her cross her arms and pout.

"Poppet I'm sorry but this is live...So its being put on the telly now as they film it" she scoffed at you a proper three year old teenager!

"But but why? He is my daddy! Mine and and I can cuddle my daddy when I want to! Daddy said sooo!" She finished with a pout and little stomp completely and utterly miffed.

You laughed a little, ah so that’s what it was she was jealous of everyone oogling her father. You could definitely understand that the other guest was a women you didn't recognize, an actress in a new sitcom that apparently didn't know Henry was a married man with a family! She mustn't have known not with how she had been acting during the interview. She was; in your opinion to familiar with your husband you could see he was uncomfortable as she placed her hand on his leg letting it linger to long, he had cleared his throat and shifted sliding his thigh from underneath her palm quickly and flicked his eyes to her in warning.

You gave her daggers through the screen wanting to go out there, he was your man he wore your ring and everything!. The desire to run out there and climb all over him, grind in his lap and make it absolutely clear that piece of ass was yours. You faltered and blush at the thought, where had that come from? Well you knew where it had come from you were pregnant and horny and had been without your man for twelve weeks! You had yet to find the time to jump him since being here.

Ellen must have noticed the little exchange between her guests as she spoke up to Henry moving the conversation on to the next topic, one which Henry had not warned you about prior.

"And we just heard that you've had a surprise this week?" You snapped your head back to the screen it couldn't be? How the fuck? did-did he tell them? You watched as Henry grinned leaning forward nodding in excitement.He definitely did

"Yes I did. My beautiful wife bless her" he made a point to emphasize the word wife to the other woman giving her a look making her blink surprised but he continued professionally like the second long pause had been for drama. The urge to stick your tongue out a the woman and go 'ner ner na ner ner' was strong...But you didn't want Paige to tell her father so kept your tongue behind your teeth.

"She found out she was pregnant with our second child whilst I was here filming and instead of phoning me up to just tell me she arranged for her, Paige;our first born and Kal to come over and deliver the good news in person!" The audience awed as the photo Amy had taken of all four of you was put up on the screen.

You couldn't help the warmth in your chest as you watched him turn gazing softly at the photo forgetting the world around him as the huge screen showed his growing family.

The other guest visibly flinched face dropping for a second then plastered on a false smile. She hadn't known so you could let it slide...Sort of.

"Wow really? All the way from England?...That’s Paige there? Shes so big the last photo I saw was what a year ago? her brithday?" Ellen was grinning to the screen then looked back at him.

"Yes it was shes so big now and smart I find it hard to keep up sometimes shes a three-nager a sassy little moo, coming up to her fourth birthday, she starts school soon..." Ellen nodded you'd been here with Henry before promoting man of steel just after Paige was born Ellen had got a quick sneaky cuddle but nothing was really broadcast just a quick photo you'd snapped of Henry half asleep in the hospital with her all swaddled up rocking her.

"Wow school? Oh right England they start at four or five right?" He nodded enthusiastically he could sit here and gush over his family all day but had to reel it in.

"Yeah she's in preschool now and starts primary school in September...But they were both due to come over in a few weeks but brought the trip forward. Y/n knew how much I wanted another child so wanted to make it special...She had everything planned her and Paige in superwoman and supergirl t shirts surprised me onset then handed me a huge card with a note from Paige and a blown up photo of the ultrasound inside there was also a tiny superboy baby grow inside...It was a shock but I am really happy she would go so far for me...It meant a lot." Ellen chuckled nodding.

"Superboy huh?" He grinned

"Yes where we had been trying before I left she was past the first trimester when she went for her first scan and found out the gender we are having a boy this time! And I cannot wait!" Ellen glanced over to where you knew you were hidden and smirked nodding to the twitching curtain. Twitching curtain?

You froze and looked around .Where the fuck was Paige? Oh no! You looked over and saw her crouched by the curtain her tiny head peeking round, you raced over past a chuckling tech hand and tried scooping her up before she was noticed. It was took late.

"Speaking of not being able to wait, I think your kid over there can't wait to have you all to herself again." She ended with a chuckle you swore under your breath hand just curled around her pink leopard print tunic top. Paige looked back grabbing your hand and said quite loudly.

"Look Mummy people! Hi people!" And waved some waved back making her beam up at you.You heard everyone chuckle Ellen and Henry's being the loudest due to the microphone's. If you had been watching the screens you’d have notices a silent conversation between Henry and Ellen using only their eyes and with a subtle nod from Henry Ellen spoke to Paige.

"Yeah people?..Lots of people, you want to come here and sit with your dad for a bit?" Paige gasped and stood up now revealing herself completely to the stage twisting her hands in her tunic and nodded vigorously her puffy curly ponytail bobbing about, she turned giving you a look to see if its okay. You sighed nodding smoothing her hair.

"Behave and use your manners and we will do anything you want today okay?" she nodded then walked slowly unsure as the entrance to the stage was from behind the sofa and she'd have to walk around the front near the big cameras, Henry looked behind him seeing she was nervous and quickly got up running around to grab her.

She moved towards him quickly holding her arms out to her daddy making the audience coo at her then she half climbed half lifted up on his hip as he turned moving her to sit comfortably on his lap pulling at her top straightening it out. You moved back covering your face. What the fuck have you done? Your daughter that is to smart for her own good and a sassy little madam was out on live tv with her equally smart and cheeky father...God help you all.

You quickly moved to the tv again to watch the impending disaster you moved placing a hand on your bump, a habit you had when pregnant with Paige and it seems to have stuck, it was a calming motion. You giggled as Henry moved her when a knee was in the wrong place quickly tucking her legs into a more tolerable  position on his lap quietly whispering in her ear probably echoing your warning of being good.

She nodded and looked around at everyone waving cutely to some of the audience. She held onto Henry tightly resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around her rubbing her leg reassuringly.

"So cute! And she really looks like you...Hi sweety! You feel better now, I've kept him for a long time huh?" She nodded unsure at first then took a deep breath.

"S'ok Miss Ellen, I can share with you." She beamed down at the little girl.

"Oh that’s so sweet, tell me are you excited to be in America with your dad?" She smiled nodding at Ellen going a little shy but surprisingly still spoke.

"Yeah! Its hot and and fun, we got to play at the pool! and we got to see daddy again!" Ellen smiled at her nodding.

"You miss your dad when hes away huh?" She nodded sadly

"Yes but he is a spy so he has to go!" You froze oh no. Ellen laughed it off glancing to Henry.

"A spy huh?" Paige nodded to her

"Yep! Last time he was away he was at spy school with his friends daddy is very good at it he is really sneaky! he sneaks me sweets when Mummy says no!....Don’t tell her...Mummy said he's too sneaky!" Ellen laughed out loud as Henry sighed rolling his eyes.

"Aha and what else does your Mom say?" You held your breath for a second praying your little girl would be kind.

"She says that he is cheeky! And she misses Daddy but its okay a'cos me and Kal cheer her up. And and she loves him...Like alot a gazillion times a day." You blinked back tears as your sweet little girl melted your heart Henry moved forward kissing her hair  she shifted on his lap.

"And I miss my girls to when I'm away poppet" she smiled giving a quiet 'I know' and attached herself to him again rubbing her face in his soft button down shirt.

Ellen smiled it was very rare to get any insight to the Cavill's. Henry guarded your privacy fiercely there was barely any photos around of his family to get an interview like this was...well it was a first no one had seen pictures of the little girl since her last birthday.

"So what do you think of your dad being Superman?" Paige sighed and tilted away from her dad he raised an eyebrow at her she mimicked him then turned to Ellen shaking her head.

"He isn't really superman...He is just playing pretend with Batman a'cos batman knows the real superman!..And superman is to busy...Its something to do with work....I think." Everyone roared up at that but Paige blinked not finding it funny she looked up to her dad frowning he just gave a cheeky grin and shook his head at her telling her not to worry.

"So hes not superman are you sure?" Paige eyed her father squinting and nodded.

"Sure" making everyone laugh again Ellen smirked trying to hold in her own chuckles.

"What makes you so sure?" You held your breath, Henry did to .Oh fuck.

"Daddy can't get Kal to take a bath!" You and Henry both sighed relaxing. Thank fuck for that.

"He can't get Kal to take a bath really?" She nodded.

"Aha if daddy was superman he could catch him a'cos superman is really fast so kal can't run away! And he could pick him up out of the bath without falling in." Ellen started laughing and Henry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly going a little red.

"You fall in the tub with the dog once and can never live it down!"

"So your dad isn't superman?" She shook her head at Ellen. No.

"Oh okay okay... So Henry when you gonna tell her? wait until the film comes out?" She directed that to a chuckling Henry who nodded.

"She isn't old enough...We thought it might scare her seeing me in some of the fight scenes, maybe when it comes out, she will be older and hopefully understand more...She doesn't understand just yet as you can tell I'm a spy for the moment." Ellen nodded smiling Paige turned her head at him.

"Hey....Are you not a spy no more daddy? does that mean I can have a boyfreind?" you covered your mouth. Holy shit she didn't! Henry gaped like a fish looking at her flushing a very bright red as everyone seemed to find the little girl hilarious.

Ellen managed to nip in speaking to Paige before Henry could do any damage control.

"Wait you have a boyfriend?" Paige smiled rocking slowly back and forth holding the tips of her shoes tilting her head cheeks rosy completely ignoring her father stuttering behind her

"Daddy said that spy rules says spies little girls can't have one until they twenty one so I had to keep it a secret!" Ellen had to look down trying to compose herself for a second.

"So... You hid it from your dad huh?" Paige grinned nodding then looked to her dad who could do nothing but laugh wiping away a tear from how much it had tickled and embarrassed him.

"I ca-hahant believe you just said that nugget...hohahaho! oh god..Oh Paige I do love you poppet...No she doesn't have a boyfriend. She has a best friend who is a boy. A boy. Friend not boyfriend when I found out well I thought yeah"  he broke off into more chuckles.

"Yes..Spy rule huh?...Protective dad mode?..." he nodded to the host still trying to cover his chuckles wiping away tears of laughter finding this completely amusing.

"So Paige what else have you done since being here?" Paige turned from her dad then to Ellen and looked up thinking then smiled brightly.

"Oh oh! I know I found a new favite' food we ate this shell thingy!"

"Shell thing?" Henry now calmed down from his embarrassment spoke up answering Ellen becoming a toddler interpreter.

"Taco's she tried her first taco yesterday" Ellen smiled wide.

"Wow how many did you eat?" Paige sat up holding out two fingers"Wow really two whole tacos!" She smiled at the blonde woman visibly relaxing.

"Yeah but Daddy had more...And Mummy had more then Daddy but s'ok cos shes gotta feed the baby"

"Ah I see...Your gonna have a baby brother soon?" She squealed alittle to close to the microphone making people wince

"YES! HE IS THE SIZE OF AN ARTICHOKE-daddy stop pokeing meee!" You chuckled as she turned pouting batting at Henry's discretely hidden hand, poised between himself and her side that had been poking at her tummy.

"Indoor voice sweety, you were shouting again." She blinked and shrugged at 'and?!' him getting a stern warning look that sent shivers down your spine, Fuck you were gagging for it.. Especially after seeing the woman drool over him, you thanked your lucky stars that Paige hadn't said something.

Paige sighed her face dropping for a second from Henry's scolding then brightened up.

"Yeah my baby brother is is dis' big" she cupped her hands around the size of an artichoke then stretched them out wide.

"But my mummy's tummy is 'dis big, she has a big belly! And and its a boy to! I'm getting a baby brother just like Daddy promised!" Ellen smiled at her.

"Really he promised?" Paige moved kneeling up on Henry's lap 'accidentally' kicking the women beside her who grunted. And just like that with no prompting Paige turned to her.

"Oh sorry misses Lady I didn't mean to kick you den" you and Henry being her parents both knew that was a lie just by the sickeningly sweet tone.You had spoke to soon Paige was not one to let things slide and it would seem that Paige hadn't liked the other woman touching her father either.

The audience awed falling for it...it seems that she had inherited more then just her looks from her father as she 'apologized' to the woman who smiled and waved her off saying its fine.

Paige tuned away quickly to look at Ellen again bouncing holding onto Henry's thumb.

"Yes daddy promised! And I helped to he said they couldn't have a baby if I didn't stay in my own room-mmm! Hummyyyh!" Your heart jumped in your chest as Henry quickly moved holding his palm over your daughters mouth smiling chucking nervously turning bright red.

Everyone laughed casually as he did Paige grabbed at her dads hand tugging with all her might to try and remove it. Ellen then turned to the camera.

"And I'm afraid that’s all we have time for until next time and remember be kind to one another" you breathed a sigh of relief that hadn't been as bad as you thought ,as soon as the on air light went off Henry smiled thankfully to her as she chuckled shaking her head.

You made your move quickly moving out on stage ready to swoop up your baby. Paige quickly struggled and freed her face from Henry's grip whining. She didn't whine for long as he through her up in the air then swooped down and back up throwing her higher and catching her as she laughed and squealed as he did it again this time when he caught her he began tickling her then stood placing her on his hip rocking her slowly patting her bottom trying to get her to sleep, as always she curled up to him resting her head on his shoulder. He turned to you then Ellen.

"I’m so sorry since being here she has been a bit clingy,  he hasn't been able to go anywhere...I had her right there then she was just gone!" The woman laughed it off looking to the now sleepy child nodding off on Henry's shoulder who was sushing her.You was thankful in that moment that she could nod off just about anywhere

."Its fine. She was very well behaved and polite it was a pleasure speaking to her, everyone barely hears about you both! Its a treat to see her I would have her back in a heartbeat, I can't believe how big she is the last time I saw her she was still so tiny!" You laughed remembering

"She was what two weeks?" Henry nodded at you. You had stayed a little too long when he was promoting man of steel and had to have Paige here in America as you wasn't aloud to fly back home.

"Congratulations on the new baby Henry was saying in the break that your due in November?" You smiled nodding placing a hand on the bump.

"Yes I really can't wait...Henry didn't mention he was going to announce it tho...Did you babe?" He chuckled nervously licking his lips.

"S-sorry I just got excited and I did say I was going to show you off when you were pregnant this time" you hummed moving around to check Paige who had fallen asleep, the heat has really been getting to her here it was like having a sleepy baby all over again."She asleep?" You nodded to him and he finally stopped rocking and patting.

"Its fine Henry I was more concerned with what this little monkey had to say~ but I'm proud she was very well behaved considering...But I think we are going to have one hell of a day after her nap." He frowned at you

"What makes you say that?" You grinned sheepishly."When Ellen called her out I told her if she was polite and behaved then we would do what she wanted for the rest of the day... Mac donalds and swimming I think has been the request for the last few days." Ellen laughed along with Henry then leaned in giving you each a hug.

"Well we will let you go then enjoy your day and come back soon! I'd love to have you over!" You both smiled thanking her before leaving the studio.

"Well that wasn't as bad as I thought" Henry broke the silence in the car as he drove towards the hotel. You moved taking a peek at Paige asleep in her car seat sprawled out.

"Yes... I panicked when she was first out there dreading what was going to come out of her mouth." Henry nodded taking a deep breath.

"Your telling me, I did give her a quick warning beforehand that if she played up she was going straight to bed when we got back" you smiled at him nodding and leaned back silence washed over you again.

"Your not angry with me letting her out there like that are you?" You snapped your gaze to him.

"No I'm not, I don't want it to be regular tho. But I know you want to show her off a little now that she is older" He nodded then winked.

"It was mainly to get that other actress to back off, can't even remember her name but she was...To touchy." You grunted

"I noticed...So did Paige... You know she kicked her on purpose right?" He nodded to you checking the wobbed out child in the rear view mirror again.

"Yes I did jealous little nugget, I couldn't even blame her for it how bad is that? I suppose you didn't like her all over me either?" You huffed crossing your arms looking out your passenger side window.

"No I wanted to-" you flushed closing your mouth quickly he stopped at a traffic light and turned to you and poked you making you roll your eyes. He got worried thinking maybe he had done something so he continued with a few more pokes you turned to face him wriggling his eyebrows you flushed looking down shyly. His heart soared he loved that after all this time he still had it! he could turn you into a blushing schoolgirl with a look.

"Ooo you wanted to what Mrs Cavill? Claim me in front of everyone?" You squeezed your legs together as the thoughts of exactly what you wanted to do crossed your mind. images of being railed, sweaty bodies in twined grinding and rutting. you moaned quietly wringing your hands in your top then wiped your damp palms on it.

"Come on babe you can tell me?  You know I love it when you get all growly and territorial what did you want to do to show her I'm yours?~" he was right, he loved when you got all aggressive, when you took charge and fucked him! you frowned he wanted that? right well he got it! fuck it you growled turning to him before he could turn away you grasped his chin tightly tugging him forward leaning over the center arm rest.

"I'll tell you what you little shit! I wanted to come out there and dry hump the fuck outta you whilst waving your wedding ring in her stupid fucking squirrel like little face! There you happy! I wanted to fuck you till you pass out! To show her and the world exactly who you fucking belong to! And and make you beg for me to make you cum in your stupid scrumptious little trousers on live tv! " You panted going red as you ground out the words growling them out across his lips.

He blinked bright red unable to speak for all of the mans teasing, he wasn't really prepared for your outburst. You gave a chaste kiss and pulled back facing forward and stared at the traffic lights and watched them change, but Henry was frozen eyes blown wide still trying to process your filthy words as they went straight to his cock making him twitch, he took a deep breath debating weather of not it was his morals would allow him to fuck you in the car with Paige sleeping in the back....probanly not. You turned to him and awkwardly motioned to the light wanting him to move.

"Henry... The,Err the lights green.." he shook his head pulling out of his daydream of pinning you face first into you windscreen and fucking the living daylights out of you and looked back to the road moving again.

"So...Then? Hormones kicking in?..." you flushed at him sinking into your seat nodding. He smirked licking his lips remembering just how your hormones had effected you last time, the nights of endless fucking you were insatiable he had a hell of a job keeping up.

"Don't worry baby I will sort something out....If I remember last time you liked the suit I'm sure I can arrange-" you turned scowling at him your blush now spreading to your chest.

"Don’t you dare arrange anything with anyone! I mean it you little shit! Not a soul I can't have you just wandering off dressed as fucking superman! We will be caught!" He hummed giving you a cheeky side glance and placed his hand on your thigh squeezing and rubbing up and down making you tense again.

The bonus with American cars is they were mostly automatic gearboxes so he could keep his huge palm on you for the whole ride if he wanted.

"Oh love you really are wound tight huh?~ Well Zack knows about your love of the suit after last time~ okay okay! I wont Jesus...How about I see if we can have a day to ourselves I will see if Ben can look after Paige; I doubt she will act up for batman...no? No your right bad idea. Okay then we book her in for the day at the kiddy club in the hotel, could sign her up for swimming lessons and a day with the other kids in the crech? They do all sorts she would have fun" You smiled at him nodding liking that idea better.

"Then we can spend the day in bed....Or in the trailer I have a morning shoot the day after tomorrow then one at night....So I'm in the suit....Alone all day and the night shoot is rain I think so it doesn't matter if I get a little disheveled. And this one will be easier for us to slide back into place so we wont have a repeat of last time!" You blushed remebering last time. Zack may or may not have caught Henry going to town balls deep in the trailer as you screamed 'Kal' over an over role playing being pounded by the man of steel.It was only when Zack burst in Henry realized he had forgot to lock it. You cringed giving him a look.

"And I promise to lock the door this time...I could put a hat on the handle to... Or something so people know" you sighed rolling your eyes, he would do as he pleased...But if you got to fuck Superman again you weren't going to complain.

It was then that Paige stirred you heard her gasp and cry happily.

"Mac donalds! Mummy Daddy I want a- Can I have a Mac donalds please?" You smiled trust her to wake up when you were near a drive thru, the nugget could smell Mc nuggets a mile away. You tilted your head looking over to the drive thru that was across from you ,it was fairly empty a small que now that the lunch rush was over, you smiled nodded to Henry who had been eagerly waiting for permission.

Paige squealed happily as the car turned into the lot Henry turned his head to the rear view mirror as he waited in the que.

"What do you want baby girl? Nuggets?" She shook her head making him frown.

"But you always get nuggets nugget." She rolled her eyes shaking her head huffing at him.

"No daddy not today! I was good in the telly... And I’m a big girl...A big sister now so I think its time daddy." Time? He blinked not understanding you giggled as the que inched forward already guessing what she was going to say, a right of passage all children dreamed of.

"Daddy...I want a big mac... wiv lots of gherkins and a strawberry milkshake" you chuckled louder as Henry turned to face her through the center console.

"Poppet?... Here in America the big macs are really really big I don't think you could eat-" you placed a hand on his arm twisting him back around. He gave you a look of confusion.

"Get her the big mac...I promised anything she wanted...Lets get her the big mac and thank god she didn't ask for a joyride in the batmobile...Which was definitely a possibility...Get her some nuggets to incase she doesn't like it, I'm not sure if shes going to like the sauce. I'll have a large big mac extra gherkins extra cheese and strawberry milkshake"

"And a flurry!" You smiled

"Yes and two Mc flurry's" he smiled laughing

"Three big macs and Mc flurry's coming right up" as he pulled up and ordered.

Once you had your order you decided to park up and eat at one of the tables outside the restaurant. You got out your phone filming as Henry pulled out her meal placing it before her.

"Here we go poppet! One big girl big mac!" You laughed as she stared eyes wide like he had presented her with the holy grail. She shook her head bouncing in her seat excited for her first big girl mac donalds and smiled popping open the box her eyes widened.

"Wow thats so big! Look daddy looooook when I finish that my tummy will be as big as mummys! I will look like I got a baby to!" You laughed twisting the phone to see Henry on the screen still filming.

"Well you was a good girl and we did promise you anything today so you just enjoy your lunch okay poppet!" She grinned then inspected her food and frowned you and Henry began opening your own lunch sharing a look over the table as Paige blinked moving her tiny hands over then bun trying to squish it down so she could pick it up she faltered then blinked she tried again then scratched her head a little finally huffing and looked to Henry who had been watching and smirked trying to hold in a chuckle at the cute pout his daughter had.

"D-daddy....Daddy how am I? Daddy I can't pick it up" You both laughed as Henry quickly picked up the huge burger that was almost the size of her head, he held it in one hand moving it up to her she clutched his hand and the other side of the burger just getting her thumb and fingers around the bottom and middle buns. She took a bite as he held it steady for her all the while you were giggling filming her first big mac experience definitely planning to pull stills from it, hell this might even make it into the Christmas calender's you made as gifts for each year...on that thought a still of Henry's shocked face on Ellen with Paige was a good idea to...She squealed happily whilst eating making you and Henry smile.

Paige had got a quarter of the way threw the burger and was full,she didn't even have her chips or Mc flurry, she didn't care much either when you binned the melted icecream she was to happy with her 'big girl big mac' that had been wrapped up and in your hand bag for her to finish, she wouldn't let you bin it. The rest of the day had been spent lounging around the pool at the hotel Henry had played with Paige, picking her up and throwing her in the water making her scream as she kicked about paddling with her arm bands bobbing about in the water as he chased her, swimming under her being a 'shark' and tickling her feet making her laugh loudly and try to float away.

Yesterday he had another day off and had spent it with Paige having a daddy daughter day and you had made full use of the spa...Well maybe not full use there were many things you couldn't do because of the pregnancy. but you had got a facial and mani pedi and a Indian head massage then on to the more uncomfortable treatments your eyebrows done and at the prospect of your day with upcoming Henry your legs and bikini line...Yeah out of all the things you could do in a five star luxury spa it had to be the painful things you could do

You hummed you were onset again Henry had just filmed a few scenes and you was waiting by the crew for him to have the okay to run off back to his trailer.Paige was having the time of her life at the hotel kiddy club there was swimming lessons and a huge playground then fun arts and craft activities planed in the afternoon you was picking he up at 5pm when Henry had to be onset for the evening shoot.

"Sooo hows mama holding up?" you jumped about a foot in the air as Ben slid up beside you chuckling. you and Ben had got on over the week you and Paige had been here, he was brilliant with Paige understanding from his own kids how much it meant to her to meet 'batman' he'd played along and you and Henry had even had to use the old threat 'I will tell batman, I will I will phone him right now so he can come and tell you off' to get her to behave how long it will last your not sure but it had been a god send.

"Sorry didn't mean to frighten you...So you feeling? any cravings yet?"

"does sex count" he spat his drink at that laughing loudly making you chuckle.

"OOHHH I see them hormones hitting you hard huh? no wonder your out here...Wheres the other two?" you smiled at him shaking your head.

"Paige is at the kiddy club in the hotel learning not to drown and Kal is currently asleep in the trailer, Henry wore him out this morning before coming here." Ben smiled nodding watching as you eyed your man.

"So? your gonna fuck superman today?" he smiled cheekily you flushed pushing him.

"If I get my way fuck yes....Just hope this suit is easier to put back on then the last one...Got him fucking stuck nearly ripped it bless him" he blushed brightly.

"Fuck no kidding?!" you nodded to him exasperated. you smiled as Henry finally got the okay to leave and ran, yes ran to you quickly scooping you up making you giggle and kick your legs.

"Bye Ben!" you waved over Henry's shoulder he waved back shaking his head.

Without any interruptions or detours you soon found yourself in the trailer cozying up with your very own superman kissing and sucking at his neck as he moved pinning you to the bed grunting entangling his tongue with yours.he moved to place himself between your legs.

"Fuck I can’t wait to be inside you again...Been to fucking long since I stuffed you full!" you moaned as he tore at your clothes rolling you over carefully as he stripped you kissing and biting at your neck as he did. It wasn't until then you saw kal...Sitting right at the bed his tail thumping on the floor. He thought you were playing...You hoped. You tapped Henry trying to get his attention but he was to interested in flicking your nipples with his tongue.

"Babe....babe!....Hey Superman hold up!" you finally moved his head to look at you.

"Huh?" you looked at Kal who was still watching you both.

"And it’s Kal?....He don't know what we're doing do you boy?" you looked from him to the dog then back.

"Really? you think he don't know the birds and bees? And what about when we role play? what’s he gonna do when I call you Kal?." Henry laughed moving to kiss you again then pulled back licking his way across your neck and shoulder speaking between kisses

"Well...Call me...Clark then" you frowned you didn't think of that one last time you'd done the whole 'Alien meets human' scenario you poked his smug little face

"Alright smart ass" you resumed kissing at him rolling on the bed carefully then glanced feeling something hot puffs of air. Kal panting on your side.

"Babe wait...Kal come on don't be all creepy breathing on my like that boo!" Henry pulled back rolling his eyes

"Babe leave him its fine we have had sex around him before"

"Yes but he's never been so close... Its like voyeur! our son is a voyeur!!"

"Come on love he don't understand besides he watches you in the shower...He has seen you poop!....Okay okay ,Kal go lie down over there, come on off you pop" he said pressing at the Akita to the door Kal huffed and laid down a little ways from you both

"Far enough?" you nodded to him and pounced at him biting at his neck making him moan low in his throat he pressed you back bringing his hands to the apex of your thighs moving them slow and steady rubbing at your needy pussy whilst talking up a role play for you which was incredible.

"Fuck,I don't normally do this but you, you are fucking magnificent, you owe me little woman! saving you as I did, its not often I ask for anything in return but fuck if I don't want to fuck you~, tell me you going to let me fuck you? let superman cum in that little hot cunt as a reward?" you moaned tho cheesy and cliche you couldn't resist as he moved his hot mouth across your tits sucking and pulling at the overly sensitive flesh as he dipped his fingers inside of you rolling your bud with his finger he nuzzled his face across your stomach slowly placing a chaste kiss over your unborn.

The moment was ruined when Kal gave a small 'boof' making you both jump about a foot scared shitless as the bear had crept back to the bed resting his chin on the mattress staring at the both of you Knowingly. Kal didn't like you fucking whilst pregnant apparently that. You sighed telling him to go lay down and he did .....on the bed next to you shoving Henry away from you with his big furry head resting it on your belly blinking up at his dad with puppy eyes.

You laughed at the look on Henry's face, superman had just been cock blocked by his puppy and you roared with laughter unable to stop petting the silly bear.

"Oh god hahaha! Kal please come on off boy! Mummy and daddy want some alone time..." The bear huffed.No. he stayed still looking at you and Henry with just his eyes pretending to ignore you both. Henry sighed leaning over him.

"Okay then son here's the deal...You let me go at your mother for and hour and I promise you the biggest rawhide chicken treat I can find? okay deal?" you giggled as Kal’s ears perked up at the word chicken. He was thinking about it so you added to it trying to convince your four legged son.

"Just think Kal....A big stick of raw hide chew with a huge slab of dried chicken all to your self, and either of us will take it away when we think it will spoil your dinner...you get the whole thing in one sitting?...oh and did you know there are some huge treats after all it is America" he barked happily wagging his tail and jumped off the bed disappearing to the other end of the trailer. you and Henry blinked at him you recovered first scowling at Henry.

"And you said he didn't know what we were doing! fucking damn right he new!" Henry shook his head laughing uncomfortably

"He scares me sometimes..."

"No shit!"

"Now where were we? we only have an hour~" you giggled as he dived back down ready to spend the time Kal had allowed you ravishing each other. Kal did not give you an hour, being generous pup he was he gave you two.

[zodiyack]

A Man Has His Needs

Requested by momottarou: I’M DOWN TO BEING FRIENDITAS, SO hello! 🌟 (?) ok but first i have to say that i looooovvve your blog and the way you write and i truly appreciate it, so thank you 🤍. And second, i would like to request something for either roman sionis or alfie solomon (if possible), i just want something involving them being needy, not in a sexual way but in a more romantical one, maybe? thank u sooo much 🤍✨.

Pairing: Alfie Solomon x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight mention of violence, fluff, me possibly being inaccurate again with the character and with what “needy” is, nudity/bathing together + mention of smut- but no smut, me not proofreading, surprise at the end!

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​

masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

A soft quiet sounded through the room. The only noise was the fireplace, which Y/n was sitting in front of. Waiting for Alfie was all she could do currently, and so wait for him she did. Every once in a while, the door would creak and her head would lift up with an excited gleam in her eye, but when it was revealed to just be the wind, her expression changed and her head drooped back down to her book.

Just as all hope seemed lost, the door opened and a tired looking Mr. Solomons walked in. Y/n jumped up from the ground, her book landing on the ground, and ran to him. He picked her up and twirled her around for a few seconds before setting her down and smiling at her.

“’Ello beloved.”

“Hello Alfie. How was everything? I assume there was no trouble?”

Alfie walked to the sofa, sitting down and groaning. He mumbled some curses under his breath before turning his head and raising an eyebrow at his lover. “Aren’t you coming?” He drawled.

“Ah yes! Sorry...” the closer she got to him, the more the fire lit up his face and form, allowing her to see more than she was able to at the dark doorstep. “Bloody hell Alfie! What happened?!”

“Don’t worry about it love. Please-”

“No. Alfie Solomons, I won’t sit down or relax or do anything you please, until you tell me at least a part of what happened.”

The man looked at his wife for some seconds more, debating in his mind whether or not she was serious. Finally, he sighed and relaxed into the soft cushions a bit more. “I just ran into some mischief, it’s alright.”

“Mischief? You ran into some Mischief? Alfie! For fuck’s sakes! Your nose is bloodied up and you have a bruise around your eye! What kinda mis-”

Y/n was shushed with a kiss from her husband. He lept up from the couch and wrapped his arms around her figure, pressing his lips to hers and chuckling after they separated. He sat back down and dragged her along with him.

“I told you, it’s fine. See? I’m alright. I’m breathing, I’m alive, I’m fine.” The couple turned sideways on the sofa, moving into a cuddle position. “Besides, I have you with me, so I couldn’t ask for a better ending to my day.”

“Alfie?”

“Yes, love?”

“We haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

Alfie burst into laughter at the off-topic comment. He let go of Y/n and pulled her down for one last kiss. “If you wanna make it, you can go ahead.”

“Thanks Al.” She walked to the kitchen and started on the promised food.

Soon enough, the house started to smell of the dinner. Delicious smells reaching Alfie’s nostrils, but different thoughts on his mind. While food sounded delicious and the smell made his stomach growl with anticipation, he was eager for something else.

The entire day was exhausting, not to mention his eye bruising different shades of blue and purple. He was in need of some love and affection from the love of his life, yet he was too stubborn to bring it up. He knew very well that Y/n would love to cuddle him or kiss him or just hold him for hours, but he still couldn’t bring himself to ask. Alfie’s thoughts laughed in self-mockery. This man, a man involved in risky business, a man who could consider himself a friend of Thomas Shelby’s, a man who’s a bloody gang leader, didn’t have the guts to tell his lover that he needed attention.

Rolling his eyes at himself, he decided to “man-up” and face the “scary” and soft feelings he felt flooding his system. He crept into the kitchen, smiling softly at Y/n’s humming, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She squealed, but collected herself in a giggle.

“Well hello Mr. Solomons!” Why did he think this would be so hard? “I see you finally admit that you’re not all that okay?” Oh yeah, one reason has already revealed itself. Her teasing.

“I’m okay, I already said that, I just... I um... Oh just shush and let me stand here woman.”

Y/n turned for a quick second to give him a peck. She smiled even wider at the blush covering his face, which he quickly tried to conceal by whipping her around and hiding his face in her hair.

“As you wish Al.” Y/n continued cooking for the remainder of the time that was left for the stew. Every once in a while, Alfie would shift and kiss her neck lightly while he moved his neck to find a more comfortable place on her shoulders or head. She took it off the stove and turned around as quick as she could. Her arms wrapped tightly around Alfie and her head buried itself into his chest. “Don’t worry, I’m not all that fine either. I missed you...a lot.”

“It’s alright love, I missed you as well.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

“Oi, missy! I’d watch what I’d say if I were you.” He grunted, face turning redder thanks to Y/n’s giggles and small pecks. “Besides, it’s not that big of a deal... A man has his needs, ya know?”

They finished dinner, quite chatty and happily. Y/n’s chair found itself next to Alfie’s and his hand grabbed a hold of hers. They talked about their days and the good thing and bad things were, they talked of their plans for the next days or week. While they conversed, their eyes never left each other. Y/n and Alfie watched each other with a sort of intense fascination that never faltered throughout each word they spoke.

Even when they washed their dishes, the conversation continued. It somehow took a turn to the playful side when Alfie and Y/n started a splashing fight. Water now soaked the front of her dress and drenched the white button up he wore. The childish release was something Alfie never knew he needed, but he was grateful for. 

Upon agreement, they headed to their tub in their shared bathroom. As rare as it was, no sexual acts were committed in that tub. Just Alfie sitting down with his wife’s back pressed to his chest. Almost as rare as their sexual-life pausing for soft romantic times, it was near impossible to get Alfie Solomons to sit in a tub. Luckily for Y/n, this time was where the rare times took control; Alfie demanding every ounce of her attention but attempting to be as subtle as possible about it.

“Promise me something, husband?” Her hand toyed with the soap suds the rested on Alfie’s arm. She gazed at it with such curiosity and determination, her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth, her question caught Alfie off-guard.

“Oh- Yes, wife?”

“If you ever run into trouble again, please tell me. And if you ever need some time for us, ya know, just being peaceful and calm, make sure you tell me rather than hiding it and trying to be sneaky ‘bout it, okay?” The hand that was playing with the soap wandered up his arm and grabbed his chin, forcing him to face her worried but softened expression.

“I promise. Now, how about we get up, clean off and get to bed, alright my love? We have a long day tomorrow. Especially to check up on you, little one.”

Alfie’s hands snaked under Y/n’s arms and rested on her stomach as he planted kisses on her shoulders. He took his time washing his wife and the small bump of her stomach- currently only noticeable with less clothing on. They dressed themselves in their sleep-wear, Alfie helped Y/n of course, though she explained to him that he didn’t need to.

When they got to their bed, their eyes drooped with visible exhaustion, eager to have their heads hit their pillows and drift into a peaceful slumber. However, Alfie was not quite ready. He waited for Y/n to make herself comfortable before wrapping his arms protectively, yet comfortingly, around her body. He snuggled his head back into her neck like it had been previously that evening.

“I love you, Mrs. Solomons.”

“I love you too, Mr. Solomons.”

She turned around so that they faced each other, a smile resting on her sleepy face. Alfie smiled in return, sliding down until his face met her belly, where he pressed a couple kisses before he crawled back up and kissed Y/n passionately. They closed their eyes and fell asleep, arms wrapped around each other and smiles resting on their faces.

[walkerwords]

“The Bowman’s Sister” Part 4 of 4 - Daryl & Sister!Reader

GIF CREDIT: http://gph.is/2euCCrd

PART I PART II PART III

Word Count: 4394

Daryl Dixon & Sister!Reader, Rick Grimes x Reader (subtle), A smidge of Bethyl if ya look. 

Warning: Description of violence, swearing, attempted and inferred sexual assault on a minor (Carl scene from claimers scene in show)

Song I Wrote To: “Railroad Track” by Willy Moon

Note: Aye, so this is it. I may continue this at some point in time, but I figured this would be a good place to end it. Thank you all for liking this story so much!

The fall of the prison.

The only thing you could feel was the heat. 

The ringing in your ears was making everything difficult to focus on. The smell of burning flesh and hot metal penetrated the air as you sat up. Wiping the soot from your eyes, you looked down to see blood covering your boots and jeans. 

Then, everything started to come back. 

The Governor, the Walkers, the fences coming down.

Everything had gone to shit in a matter of minutes. When the first blast had gone off you had been on the other side of the prison raiding more storage closets. By the time you got back, it was just in time to hear Maggie and Beth scream and Rick fire on the one-eyed man who had just killed Herschel. 

You frantically searched for Daryl, but then the second grenade had gone off and the tank had breached the gates. It was all chaos. Gunfire everywhere, insurgents breaching the walls of the prison, and the Dead converging on your home. 

The prison had finally started to feel like a safe place for you to hold up in. You were getting closer to Daryl again and after that first run, you and Glenn had become fast friends. Then there was Rick. After the conversation you the night of the sickness, you couldn’t seem to keep away from him. Any time you walked into a room, you looked for him and you even caught him watching you. Carl had become a shadow and one that you were willing to keep for as long as possible.

The Grimes family had become your people as well as the other prison inhabitants. Daryl was no longer the only person you worried about when things went bad. Rick Grimes had officially taken the second spot. Though you never voiced your interest, you weren’t exactly subtle about it. Maggie had told you about Lori and while Rick looked to be doing better, you weren’t sure making a move on the leader would be a good idea then or at any time. Still, he, Daryl, Carl, and Glenn were all you could think of right now as you pushed yourself off the ground.

Pieces of charred Walker were scattered around you. Pain erupted behind your eyes and as your hand slipped into your hair, blood was smeared on your fingers. Looking around, you realized you had been thrown into a pile of debris. Cuts adorned your arms and legs and everything hurt. 

Looking to your left, you saw your bow not far from where you had been lying among the carnage. You picked it up along with a pistol hidden under the rubble and picked your way through the courtyard. Walkers milled everywhere and there was no sign of your family. 

Bodies lay near the main cell block and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them closely. Daryl had to be alive. He was too smart to stick around and too stubborn to die. You kept repeating that to yourself as you moved through the prison, taking out the Walkers that charged you.

As you moved, it all started to feel like before. The loneliness, the uncertainty of this new world all crept back upon you and all you wanted to do was scream. But Daryl was out there, he had to be. You had to find him and you weren’t going to stop until you did. You weren’t losing him again, not after everything you went through to find him. 

You pushed on, exiting the prison and into the woods. You had a lot of Daryl’s spirit, that was true. You could hunt and you could track decently and it would be a cold day in hell when you gave up looking for him. However, it was everything that you learned from your big brother that kept the rage simmering in your chest. You figured you would have your moment to unleash it, you just had to find the right time.

You picked a direction and headed off in hopes of picking up a trail and shouldered your bow. It was going to be a long night, but nothing was going to keep you from finding them.

———-

4 days later

Daryl and Beth moved through the world, trying to keep focused. 

What had happened at the funeral home was a close call and Daryl had nearly lost it when Beth was almost taken. The car with the white cross had driven off, but Daryl swore that if he ever saw them again they would be dead before they could raise a gun at him. Nobody was going to take her away from him. They would have to kill him twice. 

“Which way now?” Beth asked, trying to keep up with him. 

“I don’t know,” he sighed, taking a swig of water and handing it to her. “I don’t even know where we are.”

“Where would Rick go?” Beth asked, handing back the canteen. Daryl looked over at her in confusion. “You know him better than I do.” 

“If he made it,” Daryl said, “he’d go North.”

“How do you know?” Beth asked, matching his pace now. 

“Cause it’s what I’d do,” he said quietly. Beth reached over and took his hand and he let her. She knew he was missing you and that he was worried you didn’t make it. Beth was trying to comfort him while also dealing with her own loss. She didn’t know where her sister was either and after just losing her father, all Beth wanted was Maggie and Glenn. Daryl wasn’t going to stop until Greene got to them and she promised him the same with you. 

“We should’ve gone back for her,” he said, tightening his grip on Beth’s hand. 

“She’s out there,” said Beth, “she’s too stubborn to die.” Daryl bumped Beth’s shoulder and she laughed slightly. “It’s gonna be okay, Daryl. They’re survivors.”

“So are you,” he said, looking at her closely. She smiled softly at him, leaning her head on his shoulder briefly before tugging him along.

They walked for what seemed hours. The Georgia sun beat down on them and they knew they would need to find a place to hold up for the night, some water too. There was no point in trying to find Rick, you, and the others if they could barely stay on their feet.

After letting Beth rest her ankle for a moment, Daryl grabbed her bag and they headed back through the woods, trying to find a road sign of some sorts to gain perspective of where they were. Daryl and Beth exited onto the road, dragging their feet when a group of men suddenly surrounded them. 

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” The man Daryl instantly picked as the leader, zeroed in on Beth. “Who’s gonna claim her?”

———-

You were tired and you were starving. 

Turns out that your tracking abilities were decent, but your hunting wasn’t exactly up to Dixon code. You had only managed to catch a few squirrels and that definitely wasn’t enough. You had picked up a few trails here and there, but they turned up dead ends or just Dead. 

On the second day of looking, you had come across a house that looked as if someone had been there recently. It also looked as if there had been a struggle. The room upstairs was filled with kid stuff and you figured it would be a place that the young Grimes would like very much. That’s when you found the Walker dead in the bathroom and figured the house wasn’t the safest place. 

You continued on your way when you spotted footprints not far from the house. Sunken into the mud, you recognized clear prints of cowboy boots. Rick’s boots. It was a long shot that they were his, but you had to try. Knowing your brother, he would be looking for Rick as well. It was the best lead that you had had in days and you headed in the direction.

You followed the trail as best you could. Two other sets of footprints were next to the boots as far as they walked before moving into the woods and onto the tracks. One set was smaller and you recognized them as a child’s. Carl, you decided, which put your mind at ease. However, the other set could be anyone, but they weren’t big enough to be Daryl’s. You thought perhaps they were Maggie’s or Sasha’s, but you didn’t know who had made it out of the prison and that weight was starting to press down on you.

You walked well into the night. The tracks were at least a day old or so. You had a vague idea of the direction they were moving in, but you couldn’t be sure. You stuck to the railroad tracks, trying to keep heading North. It was the rational thing to do. The prison was behind you and if you knew Rick, Daryl, and the others, they wouldn’t go back, they would keep going forward. You also knew that they would be doing anything they could to outrun the herd that had pushed into the prison. 

The tracks hid all evidence of people and the prints you could find were scattered and dragged. Walkers, you figured. You kept your hand on your gun as you marched North. You were running low on food and all you wanted was to climb a tree and get some rest. However, you knew that if Rick and the others were already a day or so ahead of you, you couldn’t slow down. 

You could hear Merle’s voice in your head. As kids, he would always be telling you to get your ass in gear. That there was no time to rest when the world kept on going whether you decided to get up or not. It was something you constantly thought about as you fought in the new world and right now, you only hoped that your younger brother had Merle screaming in his ear too. 

By the time you had walked until your feet felt as if they were going to fall off, you smelled a fire burning. You jogged down into the woods, heading towards the smell of the campfire. Walkers tracked you among the trees, but they fell at your feet as you cut them down. You didn’t stop moving, keeping your knees bent and your feet quiet. If this wasn’t who you thought it was then it would be an even bigger problem and that was the last thing you needed. 

Creeping up to the tree line, you could see two people sitting on a log, their backs to you. When you looked closer, you nearly sobbed as you saw Michonne with her katana by her side and Rick Grimes with his curly hair and stubbled chin lit by the fire. Looking to your left you saw an even more beautiful sight. Carl was alive and sitting in the car by the fire, resting. 

A massive weight was lifted off your chest, but just before you could approach them, footsteps reached your ears. You acted fast. You slipped up the closest tree you could find, hiding among the branches, trying to keep out of sight. From your vantage point, you could see the scene slowly unfolding before you. 

Five men came out of the shadows. You watched in horror as the one with the gray hair and beard, pressed a pistol to Rick’s head. Another, aimed at Michonne, while a third taunted Carl. Your hand slipped to your gun as the man knocked on the window of the car as Carl shrunk away from him. Every one of your maternal instincts was kicking in and all you wanted to do was tear that man apart for even looking at Carl Grimes. 

The man who held the gun to Rick was telling him about something he believed Grimes had done. When he mentioned the house and the Walker in the bathroom, you realized you had been right. Rick, Carl, and Michonne had been the people who had left the house in a hurry.

Rick was struggling against the man and Michonne was staring down the man who held her at gunpoint with a venomous glare. It was a tight situation and while you were a good shot, there was no way you could take out all five before they began taking out Rick and Michonne. You took out your weapon and aimed it at the one who watched Carl, ready to save the boy above everyone else, but movement behind the car made you pause. 

“Joe!” A voice called and your gun went limp in your hand and you breathed a sigh of relief as Daryl stepped into the group of men. Beth was right behind him. The younger Greene sister was limping slightly and she looked as if she had been through hell. You also noticed she wore Daryl’s leather vest and that she was sticking close to him. Closer than usual. 

You listened as Daryl and the man named Joe talked. Joe explained to Daryl that Rick had been the one to kill their friend, but Daryl didn’t seem to be listening. “You’re gonna let these people go,” Daryl said. “They’re good people.”

“What is with you, Daryl?” Joe asked. “Isn’t it enough we let you keep the blonde? Hell, I know every man here wanted to claim her.” Joe leered at Beth who took another step behind Daryl. Her eyes flickered to the car and looked at a scared Carl. 

“I meant what I said, Joe,” Daryl said, his voice low, “You touch her and I’ll kill ya. Rick’s a good man. Ya want blood, ya take it from me.” Joe shook his head. 

“See, that right there is a lie, Daryl. He is not a good man and it seems neither are you. Take em’.” Daryl was instantly tackled by the other two men. Beth scrambled out of the way, tripping on her already bad ankle. She went down hard, grappling for a weapon when one of the men who beat on Daryl, kicked out at her, knocking her down once again. 

The man at the car grabbed a struggling Carl from the car as the kid yelled. “You leave him be!” Rick yelled, trying to get to his son, but Joe kept him back, threatening to beat Daryl to death, have his way with Michonne and Beth, and then Carl. He finished by promising to kill Rick. You watched the whole ordeal, your mind running a mile a minute. When Carl was shoved to the ground, all you could see was Hannah. Her cries echoed in your mind as you fought to stay calm. 

Another voice took over then, one you were becoming familiar with. “Don’t just sit there, girl. Fuckin’ do something.” Merle’s words screamed in your skull and you snapped out of it. A calmness flew through your blood, making everything move in slow motion. As soon as one of Daryl’s assailants went for Beth again, you dropped to the forest floor. 

Your boots made noise as you stepped onto the road. Everyone stilled as you came into the light. Carl was the first to recognize you.

“(Y/N)!” he cried out, fighting his attacker. Each of the men held onto their victims, guns pressed to their heads. You looked at Michonne who was looking at Carl. Daryl stared at you in shock and relief. As did Beth. Rick, however, was looking at you with something you could only describe as anticipation. As if he was waiting for you to give him his opening and that was exactly your plan. 

“Well, looky here, boys!” Joe said, turning to look at you. A disturbing grin spread across his face. “I was lookin’ for somethin’ to entertain me after all this and here you are.” The other men went to speak, but Joe beat them to it. “Claimed!” he hollered. 

“No!” Daryl shouted, trying to get out of the clutches of his captor. “Don’t you touch her!” Joe ignored Daryl and so did you as you turned on your charm. You splayed your hands out, showing you were unarmed. 

“Woah there big guy,” you said to Joe, checking him out from head to toe. You then frowned slightly. “Well, maybe not that big,” you said with a smirk, lowering your eyes. “Ya know that sayin’, ‘is that a gun in your pants or are ya just happy to see me’? Well, I think that there just may be a pocket knife if ya get me.” Joe’s grin turned to a sneer as he watched you. He pressed the gun to Rick’s temple even harder. 

“Friend of yours, Dixon?” Joe asked through gritted teeth. 

“I wouldn’t piss her off,” Rick growled, staring right at you, his blue eyes never leaving yours. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, prick,” you continued, “You’re gonna let them go or I’ll kill ya.”

“Is that so?” Joe asked. You smiled at him, the same smile you had given to the first man who tried to tie you up all those months on the run. 

“That’s right,” you told him. “I’ll do it slowly, take my time. You see, my fiance was an army medic and he taught me a few things. Especially the places where a human bleeds the easiest. That much blood is potent to animals.” You smiled wider. “Imagine how good it must smell to the Walkers.” You couldn’t help the dreamy look on your face as you imagine the five men who held your family down and how they would look being torn to shreds by the Dead. 

“You’re a crazy bitch,” Joe said. 

“So that’s a no, then?” you asked and then shrugged. “Fine.” You pulled your gun that you had hidden in your waistband and turned, firing on the man who had Beth. The bullet went straight through his skull and he dropped before he could even lift his weapon.

Michonne took the chance of surprise and grabbed hold of the man’s gun who held her hostage. She twisted his wrist and went for his weapon. He punched her in the face, taking her down again.

The man holding Daryl kicked your brother down to the ground and fired at you. You moved just in time to avoid a head shot, but the bullet hit your shoulder, tearing through your flesh. You went down, grabbing at your arm. Daryl and Rick roar in anger as they attacked their own enemies. As Daryl struggled to get to his feet, Beth crawled to you, placing pressure on the gunshot wound. 

“You’re gonna be fine,” she said. You watched as Joe picked up Rick, taunting him and laughing in his face.

“What are you gonna do now, sport?” Joe asked, shaking Rick. Your eyes widened as you watched what Grimes did next. Rick reeled back and then sunk his teeth into Joe’s neck. A sickening sound came as Rick tore out Joe’s jugular. Blood sprayed from Joe’s neck and as Rick spat out a chunk of flesh and a mouthful of blood, Michonne reacted. 

She went for her attacker again, this time, using the shock as an opportunity. Michonne managed to get the gun and twisted it, firing a bullet into the man’s skull. She then turned the gun onto the man who had Daryl on the ground. She shot him immediately and then turned the gun on the man who now held Carl with a knife at the kid’s throat. 

“Drop it!” you yelled, trying to get to your feet. 

“Let the boy go!” Michonne demanded as Carl tried to claw at the arms that held him. 

“He’s mine,” you heard Rick say as he took the knife of Joe and approached the man who tried to hurt his child. Nobody said anything as the man dropped Carl and tried to surrender. Carl ran to Michonne who held him close to her chest as his father gutted the final man. Beth turned her head, hiding her face in your hair as Rick repeatedly stabbed the man. Michonne kept Carl with her and Daryl and you watched Rick slowly start to lose himself in the kill. 

Eventually, the stabbing stopped and the blood settled. Rick sat there, slumped over his final victim, blood dripping from his jaw. Looking at him like this, you knew that if you had come across him as a stranger, you would have thought he was a Walker finishing up his meal. 

Everyone started to move then. Michonne pulled Carl into the car, trying to keep him calm and as soon as Beth checked in with you and Daryl, she followed them, leaving you, Rick, and Daryl alone. Daryl reached you first. He fell to his knees next to you just as he had the night you had found each other. You didn’t say anything as you wrapped your good arm around him and felt him fall into you. You held onto your brother for what felt like hours before he pulled back. 

“Ya good?” he asked, examining your wound. 

“What’s a little gunshot?” you asked, trying to smile. 

“Ya leave my sight again,” Daryl said, “and I’ll kill ya.” 

“Fair enough,” you agreed. Daryl offered you his hand and he pulled you to your feet. Both of you approached Rick who still hadn’t moved. Without speaking, you both took of one Rick’s arms and pulled him up. He let you take him to the side of the car and sit him down. You and your brother crouched in front of him, trying to get Rick to look at you. Eventually, he lifted his head and looked at you. He slowly smiled, his teeth stained with blood. 

“What’s so funny, cowboy?” you asked, gently. 

“I see it now,” he said. 

“See what?” you asked, confused. Rick looked at Daryl for a moment before turning back to you. 

“I see the Merle side.”

-----

The three of you sat there against the car as the sun came up.

Daryl had convinced Rick to clean himself up for Carl’s sake and so with your help, you managed to get most of the blood off his face. Once Daryl bandaged up your wound, you excused yourself and headed to the other side of the car to check on the others. Carl was awake now, helping Michonne clean out a cut on her palm. You slid the door open and leaned against the side of the car. “How we doin’ in here?” you asked. 

“Few minor cuts and bruises, we’ll be alright,” Michonne assured you. You nodded and then she extended a hand to you. You weren’t the closest to her, but you figured that may change now. You took her hand and squeezed it tight. Beth then moved past you, no doubt going to check on Daryl, and you slid into her seat. Carl moved closer to you and then he was wrapping his arms around you, holding on tight. 

You relaxed in his grip, finally letting yourself realize that he was okay. Carl was safe and nobody could hurt him anymore. “Thank you,” he whispered in your ear and you nodded, fighting the tears that threatened to flow. When Carl let you go and settled back down next to Michonne, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small charm. It was in the shape of an “H”. He handed it to you. “I found it in a house. Thought you might like it.” 

You stared at the small charm that held your daughter’s initial and this time the tears did come. You weren’t ashamed of them anymore. You didn’t want to hide the fact that she was gone. From your own pocket, you pulled out something you hadn’t shown anyone yet. Carter’s dog tags. You fastened the charm to the chain and then slipped it over your head, keeping both of them close to your heart. “Thank you, Carl,” you said through your tears. 

-----

When you went to check on the others, you realized Beth and Daryl were gone. 

Rick looked up as you came into his view. “Where’d they go?” you asked, suddenly concerned.

“Beth had blood on her and Daryl took her to a stream just through there to help her scrub it off,” Rick explained, pointing through the trees. You relaxed and joined Rick back on the ground. Your shoulders were pressed together as you watched the sun shine through the thick threes. 

“Are you okay?” you asked him. He hung his head for a moment before nodding.

“I will be,” he said. “You?” 

“I am now,” you admitted. “You know I’ve been lookin’ for you, Grimes?” 

“What about Daryl?” he asked, raising a brow. You shrugged. 

“Found your trail first and I figured Daryl would be lookin’ for his brother as well,” you said, acknowledging that you heard part of their conversation from just a few moments ago. Rick nodded. 

“Thank you for saving us. Especially my boy,” he said, reaching over and taking your hand. 

“You saved me first,” you said. 

“I don’t think pointing a gun at you would be considered savin’,” he reminded you. You laughed slightly. 

“Maybe not, but because you kept everyone safe and you got them to the prison, I found my brother,” you said. “I found my family.” 

“Does that just include your brother?” Rick asked. You looked at him and into those beautiful blue eyes. 

“No, it doesn’t,” you whispered. Rick sighed and then leaned his forehead against yours. The two of you stayed like that for a moment before you shifted and rested your head on his shoulder, your hand never leaving his. “We’re gonna be okay, Grimes. Whatever comes next, we’ll be ready.”

“What does come next, (Y/N)?” he asked and you looked over as Daryl and Beth came back towards you. Beth still wore Daryl’s vest and he kept a protective hand on her lower back. You could hear Michonne and Carl speaking softly behind you and you relished in the sound of Rick’s breathing beside you. Looking up at him, you finally felt calm and you smiled thinking about the last time he had asked you what was next back at the prison. However, this time you had an answer. 

“It’s simple, Rick, we find the rest of our family.”

[sparkleofpizza]

The archer - Tim Drake x reader 4/?

Requested: no

Warnings: swearing, death, gore, fluff 

Taglist: @isthataladybag @the-fandom-ness @takoyakkun @caswinchester2000 

Summary: Y/n Queen will be living in the Wayne Manor for a while, and Dick Grayson decided to be the Cupid between her and his little brother Tim Drake.

Word count: 2.807

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Arrow after arrow was shot to the target glued to the wall. You kept going, practicing was a good thing to keep your mind off things and also clear your head. Sometimes it was good to just let your pent up feelings go with every arrow that left your quiver.

You haven’t been out on patrol since you moved to Gotham two months ago, all you did was sometimes spare with Jason - that was a rare occurrence now, he had one of his many fights with Bruce and has been avoiding the manor lately. That left you to practice archery on your own, not that you minded, it was good being alone for a while.

You could feel Damian’s eyes on you. You knew he had been keeping a close eye on you ever since they found out about the whole League of Assassins stuff. Even if you hadn’t heard what they were talking at the kitchen, you would’ve still found out he was suspicious of you, he didn’t know how to keep a low profile when giving you murderous glares or muttering under his breath - maybe he wasn’t trying to be subtle, maybe he wanted you to know he was keeping tabs on you. 

You didn’t mind him watching you, you just kept doing your thing at the batcave. You didn’t want to pick a fight with a twelve year old. 

“Hi.” Tim said, a smile on his face as he came to a stop beside you “I didn’t see you at breakfast today.”

“Good morning.” You nodded your head, not daring to look at him “I didn’t have breakfast today.”

He frowned “Why not?”

“So I could practice.”

He nodded his head, watching you do your thing. You looked beautiful, deadly and beautiful. He couldn’t help but admire you, you didn’t even seem to notice - at least he hoped you didn’t, he didn’t want to seem creep.

“Do you want to have breakfast with me?” He asked before he could think about it 

“I thought you already had breakfast.” You put your bow down to look at him 

He smiled sheepishly “I could never pass up the opportunity to drink more coffee and spend some time basking at your company.”

You felt heat spread through your cheeks. That was very smooth of him.

You nodded your head, agreeing to his idea of breakfast. You didn’t trust your voice to not betray you with your feelings for him if you spoke your agreement out loud.

You put your bow and arrows away, taking that time to gain control back of your emotions. This is Tim, the guy who doesn’t trust you enough to ask you questions about you himself - you had to remind yourself that. 

“I was thinking we could have breakfast at a cafe downtown.” He said, walking out of the cave with you “It is one of my favorite places, they have really good coffee.”

“Sure.” You smiled at him “I just need to get changed.”

Tim nodded, taking notice of your sports bra and leggings. He let his gaze linger on your body as you disappeared from his sight to go to your room to get dressed. 

After taking a quick shower and throwing on some clothes, and sunscreen on your face. You went down to meet Tim waiting for you.

You honestly had no idea what to expect from this breakfast with him. You were still weary of him after the conversation you overheard. You are still waiting for him to tell you, but apparently he wasn’t going to do so, and you are honestly disappointed.

Dating had always been a hard thing for you, considering your life and everything. You tried dating people you met at high school, but you couldn’t exactly say ‘hi, I can’t go on a date with you tonight because I am helping the Green Arrow fight a big threat to the city.’ Then again, most people were only interested in dating a Queen and not to exactly date you. And you also did try to date Connor, but it just didn’t work, you see each other too much as a family to have romantic feelings involved. 

And then you met Tim, and he was cute and sweet and pretty and soooo incredible. You really did think that maybe things would go right this time, but just like everyone else in your love life, he let you down. 

As you sat at the coffee shop, stirring your drink with a straw, you watched as Tim seemed way too nervous. He kept pushing his hair back and gripping on his cup.

“Are you ok?” You questioned, eyeing him suspiciously 

“Y-yeah. No.” He shook his head making you frown “There’s something you should know.” 

You nodded, motioning for him to keep talking. Whatever he was going to tell you, didn’t seem like it was a good thing. 

“I did something bad, something I really shouldn’t have done. And guilty has been eating me alive because I just can’t believe it I did it instead of taking to you.”

Oh. Oh. Oh. 

Is he going to tell you what you think he is going to tell you? 

"What did you do?" you asked quietly after a moment of silence 

Tim took a deep breath before looking into your eyes. It was now or never.

"After you told us about the League of Assassins thing, I realized I didn't know much about you, so instead of asking you what I wanted to know I looked you up and found out a lot of things about you. I am really sorry I treated you as some sort of criminal, it was not my intention and I realized that I shouldn't have done that the minute I finished doing it."

You kept quiet, processing his words. Although you already knew the truth, you are still trying to find out if he really means what he said. He didn't seem to be lying, and he does seemed very nervous to tell you that. 

"I already knew."

He blinked a few times, not fully comprehending what you had just said.

"I'm sorry, what?"

You smiled a little "I said I already knew what you did, Tim." you chuckled "I overheard you and your brothers talking in the kitchen."

"And you're not mad?" His eyes were wide, making him look adorable 

"Oh, I am more upset and disappointed than mad. I didn't say anything because I wanted to know if you were going to tell me, and I am glad you did."

He nodded his head, feeling a bit of relief, but also sad you are upset and disappointed with him. These are not good feelings. 

"I spent the last two week trying to find ways to tell you, none of them seemed good enough because what I did was really a shit action." He hesitantly grabbed your hand that was lying on top of the table, his cold fingers caressing your palm, making shivers go down your spine "I'm really sorry about what I did, y/n. And I totally understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore. I just need you to know that I am truly deeply sorry."

You smiled at him, squeezing his hand. Could this boy be more perfect? 

"It's ok, Timmy, I understand why you did what you did. In this line of work, you can't make mistakes, even if it means doubting people you shouldn't be doubting." You leaned over the table, pecking his cheek "I forgive you."

Tim seemed to be in a daze for a few seconds, processing your words and the kiss you just gave him. 

"Thank you. I don't know what I would do if you didn't want to talk to me anymore, I really like you."

His cheeks were tinted a dust pink and so were yours.

"I really like you, too."

To say you and Tim were living daydreaming after having admitted you two liked each other was an understatement. You were so happy that he liked you two that it didn't even occur to you that you said you liked each other and then did nothing about it. But Dick Grayson was having none of it.

"So you're telling me you told y/n that you like her and she said she likes you back, but you didn't kiss her or even asked her out on a proper date?" he had to refrain himself from yelling out in frustration 

He and Tim were standing together at a rooftop of an apartment building while on patrol. He asked his little brother how the two of you were doing, and although he was delighted to hear you both declared liking each other, he was very disappointed that was it. Nothing more happened.

"I was too busy making sure she didn't hate me after what I did." Tim shook his head, not believing his older brother was disappointed in him "I didn't know if I'd be rushing into things by kissing her after what I told her."

Dick nodded his head, heaving a sight "I know, I know. It is just that... Oh, there is so much sexual tension when you two are together, I just want you to kiss and be a happy sweet little couple together! Is that too much to ask?!"

The younger boy felt his cheeks heat up with what the other had said. There wasn't that obvious sexual tension between you two. Was there? Oh God, he hopes not, that would awkward for other people. Tim still remembers how he felt weird when Dick was pinning over Kori, the tension between them, the endless flirting and longing looks, it used to kill him to be in their presence with the Titans. He didn't want anyone to go trought what he did, and to know he was doing the same. The worst, or best, part was that he didn't even realize it because he was so enchanted by you that he didn't notice he was pinning over you that hard.

"I'll ask her to have dinner with me tomorrow." Tim settled with that, if you are still awake when he returns home from patrol then he will ask you out on a proper date, that's it 

"Good, and then I will help you prepare it!" the older boy grinned at his little brother

Before Tim could reply, telling him there was no need to do so, Jason cut their conversation short.

"Although, I love to hear about replacement's love life, there is still a job to be done." he said trough the coms "So if you could meet me that would be great. There is some fucked up shit here."

You didn't want to seem desperate, but you also couldn't help but stay awake waiting for Tim to return home after patrol. You had already talked for almost two hours on the phone with Connor, telling him everything that happened. Then you FaceTimed Oliver to see how his mission was doing, and proceeded to get very annoyed with the fact that he still refused to tell what the mission was, saying he would tell you everything once he gets back next week. 

You also tried sleeping, but you kept thinking about your brother's safety and then your thoughts would drift back to Tim and how you wished when you kissed his cheek, earlier today, that you had kissing him on the mouth instead. 

That left you wandering around the cave, telling Alfred you were just waiting for them to come back in case any of them were hurt and needed medical assistance. The butler knew you were just waiting for Tim to arrive, but didn't say anything, only gave you a knowing smile.

So when they all finally arrived home, you expected tired faces and sore muscles, not faces like they've seen ghosts. You frowned upon watching their expressions, did something happen? 

Bruce had a deep frown on his face and quickly dismissed Alfred when he asked him something. Damian went straight to the showers, Dick and Jason had lost looks on their faces, and Tim seemed deep in thought, almost missing the chair as he sat down to use the batcomputer, typing furiously in it. 

You bit your lower lip, it seemed like it had been a rough night. Thankfully none of them were hurt. 

"Hey." you said in a low tone, not really wanting to disturb Tim, but also wanting to give him some comfort "Everything alright?"

He turned to look at you, in his hurry to use the computer he didn't even took his mask off. You raised your hands, brushing some hair from his forehead, and then pulling the mask away from his face, reveling his blue eyes and deep bags. 

"Hi." he whispered, basking in your tender touch, you rubber his temple, trying to ease some tension "Just something that doesn't make sense."

You hummed, letting your hand go to his hair as you massaged his scalp with your fingernails. Tim closed his eyes, enjoining the sensation you were proportioning to him. He placed his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he smushed his face against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. After what he saw tonight, feeling your warmth and sweet touch were everything his needed. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" you questioned him, not wanting him to you trough this alone 

"It is not something nice, I'm not sure if..." you placed a kiss on top of his head and he almost melted against you "It is a really horrible thing to say, are you sure you want to know it?"

"Yes." you tilted his back so he could look you in the eyes "Tell me, you don't have to suffer alone." you kissed both of his cheeks 

Tim felt his insides burning, he wasn't used to so much affection. Of course, his brother Dick was a man of hugs, he loves to hug his brothers, but other than that, Tim is a pretty touch starved boy. He was almost sighing in contentment with your touch and kisses, he wanted nothing more than to just stay like this forever. 

"Ok." he pulled back from you, still keeping his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down so you could sit on his thighs, he wanted to be able to look you in the eyes 

You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

So Tim proceeded to tell you what him and his family had seen tonight. The trail of bodies at the casino Jason asked them to meet him. All the blood and every single one of the people in there dead. How they all looked horribly, so many wounds, so many knives, arrows, bullets. It was honestly one of the worst things he had ever seen in his life - he was Red Robin and before that Robin, born and raised in Gotham, he had seen a lot of horrible things in his life, but what he saw tonight? It was absurd. 

All the time he was telling you the events, you kept a comforting hand on him, wether caressing his hair, or trailing patters on his arms. He was glad you were there, making him calm and come down from the high emotions he was feeling. 

"This sounds like something the League could do." you muttered

He shook his head "There was something off about that, it didn't look like the League of Assassins pattern."

"Maybe the League of Shadows?"

He shook his head again, staring at the computer screen across from you.

"Can you show me?" you asked, he frowned at you 

"I don't think you should see it, pretty bird. It really is horrible."

"Maybe I can help. Please."

He hesitantly pulled the pictures he took with his phone, showing the casino littered with bodies. Your small hands zoomed into the picture, watching it with close eye and disgust, it really was horrible. You were sure this would cloud your nightmares tonight. 

"I know this arrows." you said "Malcom Merlyn uses them."

"So you think this was a mercenary work?" he questioned, it did make a bit of sense, but it was so brutal the way they were killed

You shook your head. Still staring at the picture in front of you, a thousand of thoughts running trough your mind. Possibilites, theories, everything. You couldn't even bring yourself to conclude one thought before another came crashing down. 

Tim gripped at your hands before closing the picture. Staring at it would do you no good. He also didn't want to look at it anymore for now. 

You turned around to look at him, a frown adorning your face making him worry.

"Timmy, have you ever heard of the Ninth Circle?"

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I’m nice... sometimes ~Peter Quill x Reader~

Requested by @harlequin-99

Rating: Teen [PG-13] // Fluff

Warnings: Swearing & sexual language. Quill & you have a complicated relationship

Pairing: Peter Quill x Male Reader

Notes: Peter Quill, along with Tony Stark, are the most bisexual characters in the MCU! Like, fight me on it, but they both give off bisexual vibes the most. Out of all the characters, those two characters are like canon bi in MCU. - Rosalie🍑

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You had a very strange relationship with Star-Lord. You’d call it flirty, definitely flirty. A bit of sexual tension in the air, not a lot, enough to make you question if he actually did like you back or he was just playing along in good fun.

It’s hard to tell with Quill. He acts all gun-ho, cool and childish, yet he has a soft side for people he cares about. His family, for instance, the Guardians, he pretends to act like he doesn’t care but he’d die for them. You aren’t a Guardian of the Galaxy, but you did help when needed or requested, you have other things that get you money.

Yourself and Peter had... a mutual friendship that occasionally, when drunk, led to things becoming passionate between you both. Sort of friends-with-benefits but only when drunk type thing. It was fine, to begin with anyway, now you’re left wondering if the whole thing has just made things complicated. In the morning Peter acts like nothing happened, doesn’t answer questions or acknowledge that he remembers those moments.

Which is why you find yourself leaning against a railing outside a bar, you had tagged along with the Guardians to Knowhere. Rocket needed some stuff, Gamora wanted to get drunk, and Peter, well, he was being his usual self. A part of you knew that you should leave, cut all ties with Peter, although, admittedly you couldn’t stay away. If you left and, somehow, found a ship to live on and Peter called you up, needing help or whatever it is (because they clearly half the time didn’t actually need you), you’d go in a heartbeat for him. You’d turn up whenever and wherever he asked.

“Y/N!” Peter’s booming, slurred voice breaks you from your mind, “just the man I wanted to see.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, stinking of booze, “what are you doing out here?”

You sighed, shrugging his arm off, “Thinking. Trying to figure out possible leads for you guys, got nothing so far.”

Peter scoffs, “Stop working for five seconds will ya? C’mon, come have some fun.” The tone was the same as last time, you knew his implications with “fun”.

“No.” You day firmly, causing Peter to frown, “I can’t... do this anymore, Peter, I just can’t.” You look at him, the man you had fallen stupidly for, “it hurts that you don’t want me when you’re sober, I thought- I thought I could carry on this drunk love adventure with you but I can’t, so just stop.”

Peter stumbles back, speechless and definitely sobering up after that speech. You look anywhere but him with tears forming in your eyes, giving a big exhale before leaving.

Smuggling yourself on a ship that is leaving before any of the other Guardians can stop you, especially Peter.

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You hadn’t heard from Quill, you didn’t expect anything, but a small part of you had hoped he’d try. Try to resolve what happened, yet you heard nothing from him. A big part of you knew this might’ve happened, scare him off by how you really felt for him. You had to start to move on; find some distraction from your feelings. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, you need to come with us!” You’re snapped from your mind and back to reality by two Nova Corpsmen approaching you, you step back and hand twitches to your gun holster. 

“No need for violence,” Rhomann Dey walks between the two, familiar friendly smile upon his face, “you’ve been requested,” he nods to the two other who already begin to walk back to the Nova Corps Headquarters. 

You let out a small exhale, placing your hands on your hips and giving a pointed look to Dey, “Irani request me? What does she need that your people can’t do?” 

Dey just turns on his heel, “That’s Nova Prime Rael, to you and it wasn’t her, this time,” he calls over his shoulder.

You only rolled your eyes and followed him. Not asking questions or trying to make small talk, you obviously weren’t in trouble because it wouldn’t be this calm or easy. 

“You know, you’ve got yourself a keeper,” Dey tells you with a smile, you frown and look at him, “Never known anyone to go through all the trouble for one person, especially you.”

You nudge him, scoffing, “Low blow, I consider myself a catch,” you wink playfully, “how’s your wife and kids?”

“Still happily married,” you chuckle lightly with him as he opens the landing zone deck doors.

You step out and frown at the ship on deck, you look at Dey with confusion but he only shrugs with a grin. It was your old ship, the ship that got destroyed when Ronin decided to just attack Xander. It used to be owned by your father, The Loyal Damed, was it’s name. Your dad was a bounty hunter, worked with a crew of criminals catching other criminals for credits and “honour”, the name stuck with you through your ownership.

The same colours too, red and black, only it looked brand new. Yet, it looked the same, not a detail out of place.

“I don’t understand, it was blown up,” you walk around the ship and inspect every detail you can. “I was ejected from my seat, I watched it blow up and crash- beyond repair your guys said,” you look at Dey who nodded.

“That’s because you didn’t have me look at it, idiot,” you loon under the ship to Rocket, still working away at it with a blowtorch, “you’re welcome.”

You frown even deeper, “What the fuck?” Yourself and Rocket hardly have a friendly friendship, moreso mutual on the fact you both hate one another; for no apparent reason either, “you did this for me?”

“What? No, I did!” A voice yells, you look up and see Peter walking towards you, “I asked Rocket to look at the wreckage for you and figured-“

“No, no, no,” Rocket puts down the tools and walks over to you, “he kept pestering me for months, I gave in because he promised to let me drive the Milano from now on.”

You frowned at Peter, “Why? Is this your subtle way of telling me you don’t want me on your ship anymore?”

Peter shakes his head, “No, that’s not it,” he chuckles dryly, “I just... know how much it meant to you- the ship, the ship meant to you,” he shrugs and chuckles slightly, “I’m nice... sometimes.”

You nod slowly and hear Rocket sigh out of frustration, “I preferred you both when you were fucking whilst drunk, not this prancing around bullshit.”

There’s a silence as Peter gives Rocket a “wtf” look, which Rocket doesn’t even look at or react to. You can only chuckle because you missed this, you missed Peter, not Rocket.

“I got your ship made so I can get away from him, that’s why,” Peter jokes but an air of truth layers his words and you can only smile.

You shrug, “Sorry I deal in bounty hunting, not booty-“ before you can finish your epic joke Peter pulls you to him and kisses you, effectively shutting you up.

Finally pulling his emotions into sober time, instead of drunk time with you.

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༄ Fix me | Part 4 - Min Yoongi

College! Yoongi x Reader sm/au

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Genre: Crack humor, heavy angst, romance, fluff, !TRIGGER WARNING! (This chapter contains mild swearing and mild description of sexual activities.)

College finally starts for you and your best friends and you are excited, very excited. You were going to make your college years the most memorable of your life, but then you met your roommate, and your life started to take turns you’d never had imagined…

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You sighed as you lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket. It wasn't all too hard to find the main building, with its ridiculously big sign in front of it. You grab the handle of your suitcase and make your way towards the entrance, full of hope to figure out how to get to your damn room. Seems like you're not the only lost soul here - the line is pretty long. You exhale in regret; if only you'd have gone here with Jin and Namjoon, you would most likely already be through by now. But you had to choose trying to bound with your roommate over that, which turned out to be one of the worst ideas you had today. You shake your head as you abandon those feels as you figure they'd only drag you down, and decide to just be excited you'll know your way soon. Watching your surroundings more carefully now, the campus wasn't all too bad, to be exact, it was actually really beautiful. You are reaching the end of the line. Scanning through it to count how many people are in front of you, you run your eyes over a familiar silhouette.

Isn't that the hot guy that spoke to me while getting snacks?

He doesn't seem to notice you, though, so you keep counting.

Twenty one.

If none of them is completely brain dead and gets the idea of where to go within one minute, you could be on your way in about 22 minutes. You figure that that's completely managable and you pull out your phone again.

No one's messaged you so far, which is understandable, the boys probably arrange their room and unpack, and your mysterious roommate doesn't want to talk in the first place.

You scroll through Instagram to pass time as you get hung up on a certain picture.

It is a picture of Jin, a picture you took.

Jin always makes you feel good about your work, you love photography and you love capturing beautiful motives, and your friends certainly are something you'd consider ‚beautiful motives‘.

Jin always asks you to take his photos, you are -except for his own hands- the only one he trusts with taking pictures he'd actually post somewhere. You would be lying if you would say that it doesn't make you feel special, in fact, you feel incredible. Your thoughts run wild on Jin as they get cut by the words „Next, please!“ as you look up and realize its your turn now.

„Hello, uhm, I- I am trying to find my room, would you please tell me how I will get to Room 713? That'd be a great help!“

The old lady looks at you with a kind, understanding smile, as if she was about to say ‚oh honey, you aren't the only one, no need to be so shy‘.

She quickly explains you the way, which turned out to be very easy, and you thank her while leaving.

It takes you about five minutes to get to the building. You step in and walk up to the first floor. Now you only need to turn left and—— there it is!

You knock at the door and wait patiently.

Two minutes go by, as you decide to knock again.

The door swings open and a young man with the most expressionless face stood in front of you.

„What do you want?“ he exhaled, while one hand is holding the door knob, as his other arm is leaning on the doorframe. You can't help but stare, thinking that if he wouldn't look so utterly annoyed, he would actually be a good looking man.

„I'm not going to ask again.“ his voice is now sharp as it cuts through your thoughts, and you blink a couple times as you fall out of your daze.

„I'm sorry! Hey, we texted earlier, I'm y/n. I'm moving into this room with you!“

He doesn't answer, all he does is rolling his eyes in the most subtle way you've ever witnessed, as he steps away from the door.

„And your name is...?“ you ask curious, but he meets you with silence.

Is he ignoring you? You decide to let it slide as he might still be in a bad mood because no one told him he'd have a roommate. You step in and look around. He points to a door, quickly letting his arm fall to his side again as he lazily walks over to another door. He turns the light off and quickly shuts the door behind himself.

You press your teeth together and take a deep breath. It'd be an understatement to say that his attitude is kind of pushing your buttons.

Once you got a hold of yourself again, you turn the light back on and start to scan the room. You pass a sofa, a table, some shelves, as your gaze falls on a desk, with documents on it that look exactly like the brochure of basic information the college mailed to you weeks ago. You walk over and take it into your hands.

You flip open the first page to where details about the student that's being adressed, are written down.

„Min Yoongi...“ you whisper to yourself as you run a thumb over the name.

You discard the brochure, since you got the information you wanted, and move over to the door he pointed to. When you open it, you're pleased to find your room to be in great condition, and you quickly start to unpack and arrange.

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It wasn't until a high pitched voice cut through the air that you realize you had fallen asleep. Still a bit sleepy, you sit up and run a hand through your hair. The voice continues to screech annoyingly through the peaceful silence as you feel your mood drop a little. Standing up, you decide to figure out the source of what's been probably already getting on your roommates nerves as well, judging from how he presents himself.

You walk out of your room, surprised that you can't seem to figure out where the noise is coming from, until you hear a certain.... bang.

‚Bang?‘ you think to yourself as you start do get a damn well feeling of whats going on.

You move closer to Yoongi's room, holding your breath to eavesdrop.

Now you are sure, very sure of whats going on and you burn with anger.

Merciless you open the door without any warning, and seeing that you were right, makes you question yourself whether you want to kill him, or drop dead.

There he is, Min Yoongi in all his glory, hooking up with a girl. You wonder if his bed is just so loose or if he decided to give his all, according to you being able to figure the situation out by the sound of Yoongis headboard meeting the wall.

His head turns around and he shoots you a glare that would send daggers all through your body if only possible.

Much to your own surprise, you're so angry that you are rather unfazed by Min Yoongis death stare.

„The fuck you think you doing here?!“ he yells at you.

„Me? What the fuck I AM doing? How about you tell me why you are here, banging this girl first night in?! Are you fucking kidding me right now?“

„Can you fuck off and leave? As you can see I am BUSY!“ as those words leave his mouth, the girl beneath him seems to have different plans. She covers herself as she collects her clothes and throws them on hastily, excusing herself and leaving immediately.

You can't help it, but some sort of victorious smile is tugging at your lips as you send a nod Yoongi's way and walk out of his room. Just a few steps out, Yoongi shoots out of his room after you, grabbing your shoulder and roughly turning you around.

„What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!“

He's shaking in anger, lips pressed together, while you can't help touching your shoulder where his rough grip left nothing but pain.

You just watch quietly with furrowed brows, which seems to make him angrier all the more.

„Answer me!“ he demands, but you only respond with „As you answer me when I'm asking you something, Yoongi?“

His mouth falls open, for a second completely confused.

„Where did you get my name from?“

„Why does it matter so much? I just wanted to try to be your f—“

„My what?“ Yoongi cuts you off. He seems conflicted, he knows exactly what you wanted to say, yet he needs you to say it again.

„I... I mean, we're going to live together for a while now so I thought, it'd be great if we could be... friends.“ you nervously say.

You look up to Yoongi, his brows furrowed, eyes staring holes into the floor. He looks as if he's fighting an inner war, so lost, so angry, so vulnerable, but yet cold as ice.

He murmurs something under his breath, as silent laughter is escaping his mouth.

„Sorry? I didn't under-“ before you finish your sentence, Yoongi looks up, right into your eyes.

„Mind your own fucking business, y/n, you can't and won't ever be a friend to me, so please just go and FUCK OFF, YOU HEAR ME?!“

You flinch at Yoongis words.

The twisted look in his eyes is telling you to leave as quickly as you can, and so you do, you slip into your shoes, and rush down the stairs. Finally outside, you walk over to the next bench that isn't too public, and sit down while hot tears form in the corner of your eyes.

Why did you have to get such a roommate? This isn't how you expected your first day to go.

You rest your face in your hands where its all covered, as a fresh breeze of the late evening is playfully whirling around the fallen leaves.

This'll be a lot harder. Your only wish right now was, that your friends aren't going through anything similar.

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a/n: oh my god heLLO FRIENDS!!💘

So, seems like we finally got to meet Yoongi, huh? 👀 I wonder whats going on there?? 🧐 also i'm so so so super sorry if my writing style is a pain in the ass to read, it's not THAT easy for me, since English isn't my native language 🥺💕 please love it nonetheless, even though its long af! 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

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