#ok bye *jumps out a window*

[egg-baby-official]

I really do want to draw more. It's like, the one thing I'm good at. But there's just something in my brain that wont let me pick up my pen, and I don't know how to deal with it.

I thank you all for being patient with me. I know i'm not obligated to post art or anything, but it's something that made me happy, and I miss it. I miss interacting with you all.

[typeofraccoon]

Hiii um can I request a fluff five x reader fic where the reader is also an adult stuck in their teenage body, and has a demeanor similar to Lila, they’re like super smart but always some of the most off-the-wall shit that doesn’t really sound smart at first but after a minute of thinking you’re like ‘oh shit Ok yeah that makes sense’. (Sorry if this doesn’t make much sense btw)

-rem

Part Of It

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Five Hargreeves Masterlist

I'm gonna make this kinda in an au where s3 didn't happen and Lila went with the Hargreeves instead of just leaving at the end of s2 and Ben's alive like actually alive not a ghost.

Also sorry if this isn't what you were thinking of.

Warnings: Not proof read, unfinished? and I basically had this finished so I just went through some of it and decided to post it. Even though this isn't too long and might not make sense.

Word count = 1,144

Description: Your remarks make even Five confused sometimes but it's part of why he loves you.

As the sun shone through the window and past the open curtains you rolled over in your bed reaching out next to you. After not feeling anyone you open your eyes squinting at the light that was flooding into the room. You sit up rubbing the sleep from your eyes getting ready to open them again.

When you had opened them you slung your legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed your slippers. Once you had put your slippers on you planted your feet on the ground and pushed yourself up off the bed. Now standing you walk towards the closet to get ready for the day.

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You were now making your way to the kitchen to get a morning coffee and hopefully find the person that was missing from your bed when you woke up.

As you were walking down the stairs you saw Lila walking up them towards you. She smiled at you and started to talk "Fives in the kitchen making another pot of coffee."

You look at her questioningly with an amused grin on your face already knowing what she meant but decided to ask anyway. "What do you mean another pot?"

Her grin widened as she lifted a mug in her hand while saying "Diego isn't awake yet, and both me and him need our morning coffee." As she finishes her sentence you notice another mug in her other hand. "There was just enough for two cups, luckily."

You both chuckled a little before saying bye to each other walking the opposite ways again.

Now you knew that Five wouldn't be cheerful in the morning already but with Lila having taken Fives coffee you knew it would be easy to piss him off. You were already thinking of some way to distract Five from Lila so that he wouldn't be plotting revenge for the rest of the day.

When you walked into the kitchen you noticed Five hovering over the coffee pot mumbling something under his breath. You smile slightly realising that this is your chance to try and scare Five. Something that he had never given you any chance to do before and had actually said that you'd never be able to do.

As you snuck up behind him you got ready to say what you had planned in an effort to also distract him from what you were about to do as well.

When you were close enough to him you started talking relatively loud before wrapping your arms around him. "You know that if you lived for 70 years you'd have spent like 10 years of your life on Monday."

You felt Five jump slightly your smile grow wider at your successful attempt at scaring him even slightly. You let go of him and Five turned to face you. When you could finally see his face he looked confused and you smiled sweetly up at him.

You were looking at him innocently as if you hadn't just said something that you knew he had to think about. Then Five turned back around to the coffee pot and picked it up getting ready to pour coffee into his cup.

As he started to pour the coffee into his cup he spoke to you. "What do you mean by that?"

When he finished talking you started to clarify why you had brought it up. "Well think about it you're technically 58. So in 12 years you'll have lived 10 years of your life on a Monday."

You were looking up at him with a sweet smile on your face as you were talking. When you had finished talking he had filled his cup up with coffee.

When he went to place the coffee pot back in it's rightful place you quickly grabbed his cup and walked to the table. By the time that Five had realised that you had taken his cup you had already sat in one of the chairs and started to sip from the cup.

Five looked at you with a fed up look before sighing and turning back around. But you noticed his mouth turn into a slight smile just before he managed to fully turn around.

"Did you really have to take my coffee?" He said while going to take out another cup from the cupboard.

You watched his movements "Yep." You responded to him with a smile.

When he had grabbed another cup he turned back around to look at you before starting to talk again. "Even if that was correct wouldn't all the time travelling change that."

You thought for a second while drinking. "I mean... that would depend on if you time travelled perfectly then technically my point still stands" As you finished talking you were looking at him.

Five had grabbed the coffee pot once again and started to pour it into his new cup while he was looking right at you. He sighed before an adoring smile was brought to his face and he chuckled slightly before he responded. "Fair enough."

He placed the coffee pot back where he had just placed it a couple of minutes ago. He brought his cup to his lips and took a sip of the coffee before he started to walk towards you.

He smiled lovingly at you and sat in the chair next to yours before he started talking trying to continue the conversation. "So when I actually do turn 70 then I will have spent at least 10 years of my life on a Monday."

You looked at him excited. "'Exactly! See that's still interesting."

When you finished the sentence you laughed slightly while looking up at him. Meanwhile he just rolled his eyes at you while taking another sip of his coffee.

He looked into your eyes before starting to speak to you again. "So since you're so certain about that. Do you know how many years we will have been together in 12 years?" As he was finishing his sentence he leaned closer to you and smirked once again.

You leaned in closer to Five as well and closed your eyes confidently with a smile on your face. "Well actually it will have been about nineteen years since we first met and about fifteen years since we started dating."

Five smiled lovingly at you and leaned back slightly to take another slightly longer sip of his coffee. When he brought the cup back away from his lips, his smile still prominently glued to his face he started to lean back in towards you while placing his cup on the table beside him.

Once Five was a couple of inches away from you he spoke again. "Sorry but you're wrong there darling. " When he finished his sentence he chuckled slightly. "By then we would've met seventeen years ago and it would have been dating for fifteen years."

[pupkashi]

rookie f1 racer satoru gojo decides the best way to kick off race weekend is going to a coffee shop

a/n: hi friends ! here is the first one shot for my f1 racer!gojo au :3 i am so beyond excited to start these, they won’t be a cohesive series & can be read alone! i will make an au masterlist though :] please enjoy and let me know what yall think !! if there’s any ideas or requests yall have for this series send them in !! reblogs very appreciated <3 ok that is all bye bye ! <3 also both gojo and reader are early 20s since i have him in his rookie season

word count - 3,444

masterlist

LIGHTS OUT & AWAY WE GO !

there’s not many people out during usual work hours, kids are in school, adults are at work, and the world is a little quieter. it’s something satoru had grown to love. between all the cameras reporters, he just wanted some peace, and no one knew peace quite like coffee shops.

satoru sauntered into the building, it was unassuming enough, a few people scattered throughout the establishment, all too engrossed in their own work to look up. he doubted he’d get recognized by anyone in here.

he orders and gets his drink and pastry fairly quickly, sitting by the window and watching the world pass by him. life seemed to move in slow motion, the leisurely paces of someone walking their dog making him relax a bit.

“hey! is it cool if i use this outlet?” the voice makes him jump a bit, turning around to face whoever it was speaking.

you smile softly at him, hoping he would be kind enough to just let you charge your laptop. you figured he’d be attractive, his hair’s an eye catching bright white color, contrasting to the black shirt and sunglasses he had on. you caught a glimpse of his blue eyes as he looks at you, nodding before clearing his throat.

“yeah go ahead,” he returns the smile, motioning for you to plug in your charger.

“I’ll just leave it here to charge, i don’t wanna bother” you state, quickly plugging in your laptop before moving to walk away.

“you can sit if you wanna, it’s no problem” he rushes out quickly, hoping it was enough to make you stay. his breath caught in his throat as you turned to look at him.

“are you sure?” he nods quickly, “yeah no worries! I’m not doing much of anything right now,” he grins, regaining his composure and taking a sip of his drink.

it’s quiet between the two of you before you speak up, “you like Mercedes?” satoru feels his blood go cold, looking at you with a confused expression. you gesture to his shirt, “you’ve got their merch on” you laugh.

“oh! yeah they’re pretty cool,” he nods, watching as you smile and nod, focusing on your screen again.

“i didn’t know they had merch like that,” you admit, “maybe it’s just ‘cause im not super into cars.” satoru feels relief wash over him, his shoulders subtly relaxing before he’s looking at you again.

“it’s their f1 team merch” he says, “i work for them, actually.” his hearts beating a bit faster as you make eye contact with him, looking up from your laptop.

“oh? that’s so cool! you’re a mechanic or-?” your head cocks a bit to the side, smiling when the man across from you breaks into a wide grin.

satoru debates going along with your idea, but he can’t bring himself to lie to you, not when you’re eyes are shining at him.

“i actually race for them, im a driver” he corrects you gently, your eyes widen a bit and you cover your mouth as it opens.

“oh my god I’m so sorry! i don’t know a thing about formula one” you laugh nervously, “i knew there was something going on with all the extra fuss in the city but i had no idea what.”

he smiles at you and waves off your apology, “don’t worry! it was nice having someone to talk to that’s not yelling at me to sign something” he cringes a bit at the way the words rolled off his tongue, but you still smile at him, going back to working on whatever was it was you were doing on your laptop.

“one of my friends is actually getting into f1 i think, is there someone named,” you trail off as you think of the other mans name, “i think it’s Charlie? charles? one of those two” you laugh nervously, satoru’s ears perk up at the name.

“charles leclerc?” He asks, your eyes light up, “yeah that one! he’s a racer right?” satoru nods at you.

“yeah he races for ferrari,” you nod along to his words, realizing you hadn’t caught his name yet.

“what was your name, just so i know who to root for when people ask my favorite driver” you grin, a twinkle in your eye that makes his stomach flip.

“I’m satoru, satoru gojo” he reaches his hand across the table for you to shake, you can’t stop the soft chuckle that leaves your lips as your hands connect, a firm shake against his much larger, warmer and calloused hands.

a comfortable silence falls between the two of you as satoru finishes his drink off and you continue to focus on your laptop. satoru can’t help but continue to look your way, thinking you were absolutely breathtaking.

you on the other hand, had your heart beating against your rib cage as you pulled up your messaging app on your laptop and quickly texted your best friend.

I HAD TO PLUG IN MY CHARGER BUT THE ONLY OUTLET WAS NEXT TO THIS SUPER HOT GUY AND I ENDED UP SITTING IN THE BOOTH W HIM AND WERE TALKING AND HES AN F1 DRIVER ???? DID I MENTION HES HOT AS FUCK??

you wait a couple minutes, your friend has yet to reply as your leg bounced under the table.

“what are you working on? if i may ask” the question makes you immediately close your messages and go back to your google document, looking blankly at the paper in front of you.

“it’s some busy work for a class im in, required by the university” you shrug, “was getting through it pretty quickly until my laptop died on me” the snowy haired man smiled at you, laughing softly as he pulls his phone out.

satoru scrolls aimlessly on his socials, nothing seemed as interesting as you did, sitting practically across from him engrossed in your work. the two of you made easy conversation for the next hour or so, not realizing how much time had passed since youd sat down.

you’d tried to get up and leave after you turned in your assignment and laptop was charged, giving him privacy you imagined he yearned for. but satoru was quick to tell you to stay, “you don’t have to go! it’s nice talking to you” he says, “like a breath of fresh air.”

and so you sit back down, the two of you falling into place as if you were old friends, people who’d known each other in years past and were catching up. you didn’t ask about his job or his career, asking about him and what his favorite color was, his favorite season and if he actually liked his coffee as sweet as it has smelled.

you kept reminding yourself this was gonna be a one off thing, he’d leave and you’d part ways, never talking again as you inevitably turned on an f1 race, seeing the pretty man on your tv screen and imagining what could’ve been if you were a bit braver.

it had been nearly three hours since you’d sat at his booth when his phone starts buzzing, quickly answering the call from his manager. his small smile turns to a faint pout as they tell him to head to the paddock for free practice in a couple hours, sighing and telling them he’d be on his way shortly.

you feel disappointed as you hear the words, not wanting the bubble you were in to burst, wanting to stay seated across from the attractive man for as long as you could.

“I’m gonna head out, have to go work” he jokes, his smile widens when you laugh, “i hope you pass your exam thursday,” he’s doing everything in his power to linger around, trying to figure out a way to spend more time with you.

you laugh softly and nod your head, “it’s open note so hopefully it’s not too bad, but good luck at your race! I’m sure you’ll do great.”

satoru’s bright blue eyes light up at your words, you could almost see the lightbulb forming atop his head, making you furrow your brows slightly in confusion.

“why don’t you come? to the race this weekend? are you busy?” the words tumble out his mouth in an unorganized jumble of excitement, he’s beaming at you with his bangs in his eyes, sunglasses barely balancing on the tip of his nose.

“oh i couldn’t, those tickets must be so expensive and i don’t wanna bother-” satoru is cutting you off with furrowed brows and a bewildered expression his face.

“you think I’d make you pay? don’t be silly,” he grins, “I’ll get you some good seats and maybe we can meet up after the race?” he can hear his heart beating in his ears. was he being insane? a little bit. did he care? not at all.

you bite your lip for a second, it’s not like you had an insane amount of work, plus the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on was asking you out to some crazy sporting event you’d only heard of in passing.

“okay yeah, i think i could squeeze it in my schedule” you grin, watching as the man across from you smile at you. he’s quick to ask for your information, immediately sending it off to whoever it was needed it and was informing you of all you needed to know.

“I told them to give you an extra ticket so you can bring a friend so you’re not too lonely waiting for me” the words make your face and ears heat up, trying to remain composed in front of him.

“well i guess I’ll see you sunday then?” the words make your stomach flip, wondering how he’d look like with his gear on.

“see you sunday” he smiles at you, waving goodbye as his phone buzzes for a second time, hurrying out of the coffee shop with his whole body buzzing from excitement.

you don’t fully process the entire interaction until you’re sitting in your apartment, phone lighting up from a new email.

Mercedes F1 team PR

Good afternoon! We are elated to send you two tickets to invite you to this weekends Grand Prix race! Below you will find all the information…

you open it quickly, reading the entire thing twice before you’re rolling onto your back and giggling uncontrollably, giddy beyond belief to see satoru again. your fingers itch to look him up, deciding against it and locking your phone as you try to continue on with your day.

sunday arrives quicker than you thought it would, your friend following you into the circuit as you try to figure out where to go next, looking around helplessly as you look down at your phone and at the map provided.

“are we supposed to go down there?” your friend points, both of you staring at each other blankly. the two of you wait for a second before looking around once more, taking a leap of faith and walking with confidence where you think you had to be.

your friend is much braver than you are, flagging down someone in a staff shirt and showing them the ticket, they’re quick to lead the two of you in the opposite direction, making you and your friend hold back laughter until you’re finally seated.

satoru was anxiously looking around, he wasn’t exactly sure where they had seated you, but he’d requested you be close to the garage, wanting to say hello before the race.

“you’re a lot more antsy than usual” the deep voice makes him look away from his phone. nanami kento, right hand man to Toto Wolff and next in line to take over the team principal position.

“I’ve got an important guest I’ve gotta impress” satoru replies quickly, putting his phone away and walking towards kento, “I’m gonna rack in some points today” he winks, making the blonde roll his eyes.

soon enough satoru is seated in the car and on the grid, mind completely focused on the race ahead, taking deep breaths as the red lights appear.

you couldn’t help but watch some race clips last night, figuring you should know some basics and not show up completely clueless. the videos, however, didn’t prepare you for how fast the cars truly were, engines sending vibrations to your chest and stands shaking as they raced by.

“and gojo overtakes hamilton! the rookie had a terrible qualifying yesterday, but seems as though he’s back in the game today” the announcers words blare through the speakers, chest blooming with pride as they talked up satoru.

you’re focused on the primarily black car, watching as he zooms past the stands at unbelievable speeds. your heart racing as he passes other drivers, cheering when he successfully overtook them.

satoru continues to climb up the ranks, cinching a position on podium; second place, sandwiched between verstappen and leclerc. he’s hopping out of the car and celebrating with his team, squeezing kento a bit tighter than the rest. his blue eyes are focused on the crowd as he waits his turn for the post race interview, trying to catch sight of you, mind racing as he wonders if you even came.

he smiles at charles as he passes him, walking up to the interviewer and answering the questions with generic answers ‘I’m beyond excited for the rest of the season’ and ‘I’m looking forward to the day i win my first Grand Prix’ along with thanking his support system and team before kindly thanking the interviewer and heading to the winners room before the podium ceremony.

satoru’s messy hair is covered by the Mercedes hat, taking it off and ruffling it a bit, sighing when he scans the crowd one last time and doesn’t make you out, turning around and closing the door behind him.

you only make it to the floor area moments after charles walks out, slightly out of breath as they call out satoru’s name.

the snowy haired racer is waving to the crowd, a semblance of a smile on his face as he stands on the podium, eyes still searching the crowd in one last feeble attempt to spot you.

satoru feels his heart skip a beat and face turn even redder as he locks eyes with you, a much more genuine smile on his face when he gives you a little wave.

you’re heart races as you make eye contact with the driver, adoring the way his cheeks flushed and skin looked honey like under the rays of the sunset. you smile and clap as he raises the trophy, pointing directly at the trophy then at you.

this one’s for you

maybe you’re a hopeless romantic, or maybe he’s just too hot and charming to not fall for, but you feel your heart giving in and walls crumbling as he shakes the large champagne bottle, dousing the other two until all three of them were dripping with champagne.

satoru finds you in the garage after 20 minutes, thanking his manager a hundred times over before walking up to you. his race suit only on from the waist down, black fireproof sticking to his body perfectly and snowy white hair tousled and wet from a mixture of champagne and sweat.

“you came” he says, making you nod and smile at him sweetly.

“why wouldn’t i? my favorite driver invited me” you reply.

satoru rolls his eyes and snickers, “im the only driver you know,” he watched you grin up at him sheepishly, “still you’re my favorite!”

“you did really good out there by the way” the words make him smile wider, biting his lip softly.

“yeah?” he asks, you nod your head, far too nervous to trust your voice as he looks at you, head too scrambled to figure out the emotion painted on his face as he looks at you. “good enough that you’d consider going on a date with me?”

it seems like it’s just the two of you in the busy garage as you smile up at him, tilting your head as you nod, “yeah I’d consider it.”

you think he looks almost angelic under the fluorescent lights in the garage, his white hair looks like a halo as you look up at him, pretty blue eyes a stark contrast against his fair skin and black uniform.

satoru thinks you look unbelievable, hair falling perfectly and voice sweet as honey as you talk to him, a saccharine smile on your lips just for him, the thought makes his knees buckle and brain stutter. he doesn’t care how whipped he looks as he takes you in, relishing in the moment before he speaks up.

“I’ll be off the clock next time,” he jokes, loving the way your giggles sounded. it feels like a relief off his shoulders, grinning widely as the two of you continued to talk.

“I’ve gotta get out of this uniform, but I’ll text you?” he looks down, biting his bottom lip as he fights a smile before looking back up at you, hoping you’d get the hint and give him your number.

you smile at him and tilt your head, “is that your way of asking for my number?” satoru blushes, smiling at you shyly and nodding his head, you can’t help but giggle as you grab a piece of paper and pen from the table besides you, scribbling your number and a smiley face. “here, don’t lose it.”

satoru grins, “i don’t lose.”

the sky is dark by the time you exit the garage, biting your lip and fighting back a smile as you meet up with your friend, finally heading home for the night. gushing about the interaction, reliving every moment and squealing at the memories.

when was the last time you’d felt this way? when was the last time you’d let your guard down so quickly for someone?

it was strange. the way your heart leapt when you saw him, the way your face flushed when he spoke to you and the way you felt so comfortable with him.

“maybe he’s your soulmate” you friend wiggled their brows at you, teasing you as you roll your eyes.

“or he’s putting up a front and he’s like every other guy” you shoot back, biting your lip. he felt, different. genuine.

“you don’t have to be so pessimistic! you never know he could be the man you spend your life with” they shrug their shoulders, smiling when you fall silent and hum.

you’re showered and in bed when your phone vibrates, a new text message from an unknown number.

satoru had spent an hour drafting the text, deleting it and typing it out again, removing and adding emojis until he forgot what he was even trying to say, starting over and groaning. when was the last time he was this nervous to text someone?

he can’t recall ever wanting to spend more time with someone the way he does with you. the though of love at first sight crosses his mind, making his face burn and dimples pop as he smiles.

hi it’s satoru ! thanks for coming to the race tonight , i hope i can see you again :)

his heart pounds against his chest as the three little dots appear on his screen, holding his breath when they disappear and reappear time and time again.

you continued to delete your text, trying to figure out how to word your text before finally biting the bullet and pressing send, heart racing as it says delivered, then read within the minute.

thanks for inviting me ! it was a lot of fun,, I’d love to see you again also :3

satoru squealed at the text, biting his lip before replying back, giggling at your every text and replying as fast as he could. the two of you texting back and forth until your eyes were too heavy to keep open, wishing him a goodnight. satoru was already pinching himself to stay awake, somewhat thankful you were also tired as he wished you goodnight, setting his phone down and falling asleep moment later, the faintest of smiles painted on his lips.

you grinned as you locked your phone, setting it down and biting your lip before squealing into your pillow. he wanted to see you again. you didn’t fight off the smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, slowly falling asleep, then all at once, dreams filled with blue eyes and white hair and expensive, fast cars.

there’s no better place to find a lover than at a coffee shop on race weekend.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

New House and A Cat » 40s Bucky Barnes

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Pregnant!Reader with Alpine

Summary: Bucky and Y/N move into their new house with their cat and have a baby on the way.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: I was curious to know what it would be like if Alpine was in the 1940s🥰 I hope y’all like this🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“Alpine, sweetie, you can’t be on the counter while we’re moving stuff in here.” You say, gently placing her on the floor.

Alpine meowed before walking over to the window and jumped up onto the window ledge and laid down. You smiled and looked at her for a moment before putting more dishes away. Bucky walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his hands on your 3 month baby bump that’s starting to show.

“Doll, what did I tell you about lifting things?” Bucky asks softly, kissing your cheek.

“James, I’m 3 months pregnant, not made of glass.” You say.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry, babydoll.” He says.

“Fine.” You sighed, finally giving in. “I’ll sit outside on the porch and watch my husband and his best friend move our stuff in our new house.” You say, turning around and kissed his lips.

“That’s more like it.” He says, kissing you once more.

You walked outside to the porch and sat on one of the chairs with Alpine following behind you. Alpine jumped up onto your lap and made herself comfortable as the two of you watched Bucky and Steve take stuff inside of the new house. You gently pet Alpine, luring her to sleep.

“How are my girls doing?” Bucky asks, walking over to you and Alpine.

“I’m doing good, but I think moving took a lot of Alpine today.” You say, looking down at Alpine who’s sleeping comfortably on your lap.

“What about our other little one?” He asks, placing a hand on your baby bump.

“Baby Barnes is doing amazing.” You say with a smile, placing a hand on top of his.

Bucky leaned down and kissed you passionately, his hand remaining on your baby bump.

“Sorry to interrupt your moment, but I should get going so you guys can get settled in.” Steve says.

“Thank you for helping out, Stevie.” You give him a smile. “I’d give you a hug, but I kinda can’t at the moment.” You say, referring to the sleeping cat on your lap.

“It’s ok.” He says, leaning over to give you a hug.

“Just know, you’re welcome to come over anytime you want.” You tell him.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He smiles. “See you guys later.” He says.

“Bye Stevie.” You smiled and waved.

“See you later, punk.” Bucky says to him.

After taking the rest of the day to get settled in the new house, you took a moment and walked around the house, admiring what you and Bucky have and what you two have to share with your baby when he or she is born.

“What’re you doing, babydoll?” Bucky asks, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Just taking a look around.” You tell him. “I can’t believe all of this is ours.” You say, turning your head to look at him.

“You better believe it, doll.” He kisses your lips. “In a few months, we’ll be sharing all of this with our little one.” He says, making you smile.

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Bucky’s hand found their way to your waist and gently pulled you against his body. You two smiled against each other’s lips when Alpine rubbed against your legs, wanting to get in on the attention. You two pulled away from each other and Bucky bend down to pick her up.

“How’re you liking the new house, princess?” Bucky asks her, gently scratching behind her ear.

Alpine purrs in approval. You two smiled at her. Bucky put her down so she can explore the new house more. Bucky places his hands on your waist and gently pulled you against his body, your baby bump against his stomach.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky says before kissing you passionately.

“I love you more, Buck.” You say, smiling against his lips.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[writteninkat]

Visions | Diluc x Reader

synopsis: You love how much of a gentleman your fiance is. You swear on Barbatos. Yet, there are moments when you long for him to be more assertive, to take instead of asking, to lead instead of following, to claim instead of requesting. This desire consumes your thoughts so intensely that it even starts to invade your dreams.

a/n: so. :) heyyyaaa i'm baaack,, anyways ending was finished in a hurry cause im tired and i wanted to post this asap rocky k bye

wc: idk but it's pretty lengthy i think i yapped tew much

warnings: bondage, mentions of cheating(no one actually cheated ok?), smut, Diluc has a god complex

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Today has been extremely draining for you; you took on four commissions, four bounties, traveled to Liyue, took on more jobs there—all you wanna do is get in bed with Diluc and sleep until you're forty.

As you make your way past the grapevine, you can't help the ominous feeling that you're being watched. No, followed.

You turn around scanning the area behind you with narrowed eyes. Before you let out a nervous breath, you catch a dark figure in the corner of your eye, causing you to choke up in surprise.

What the hell?

You narrow your eyes once more, slowly reaching for your sword strapped on your back. Just as you unsheathe the blade, the figure runs towards the woods, eliciting you to sprint towards them.

If they think you're someone easy to scare, then they've got you all wrong. Spooked, yes. Uneasy, for sure. But scared? Ha! You fought the Electro Archon. It'll take a lot for something to scare you.

You pass by multiple trees, jumping over bushes and frightened squirrels, leaping on branches and swinging yourself from tree to tree before dropping back on the ground.

Shit!

You feel sweat trickling down your spine as you heave for air, looking around you. You lost them. Maybe today's been more tiring for you than you thought.

You let out a sigh, squeezing the handle of your sword before clicking your tongue, disappointment seeping throught your body.

You turn around, about to take a step until you hear the swoosh of the air behind you, quickly followed by the swift sound of a blade hitting the bark of a tree. You jump, about to turn around but unable to. Confusion decorates your brows in a furrow as you look around, your eye catching the glint of the throwing knife. The blade is pierced deeply on the wood and as you continue to study it, you notice a piece of your clothing is stick with it.

Fuck.

As you busy yourself with trying to undo the knife, another knife is stabbed on the bark, this time, a hand is gripping the handle. You feel your heart sink as your eyes trail from the gloved hand, down to the covered forearm—this person must consistently work out as you eye the jacket struggling to keep itself from ripping when your gaze reaches their biceps. You flick your gaze up to their face, swallowing harshly at the sight of their white and gold mask that covers their eyes.

"Oh what the hell." You growl, trying to push your fiance off of you. "Diluc what the fuck are you doing? You gave me a fright!"

As you continue pressing your hands against his chest, your assurance slowly breaks apart. What's he doing?

"Move." You spit harshly, too tired to play his games.

Frustration begins to claw at you when your fiance doesn't move. At all. You let out a huff, about to give him an earful, but something catches your eye.

In the corner window of dawn winery in the upper floor, you see a shadow moving about. You can distinctly make out the ponytail, the body structure, and the posture.

Your eyes return to the person holding you against the tree, the feeling of fright comes back to you tenfold, engulfing in a tsunami of cold sweat and weakened limbs.

The person infront of you isn't your fiance.

As you mentally shake yourself, you carefully lift your leg, ready to kick him in the nuts but the stranger reads your actions, pressing his entire body against yours. You open your mouth, ready to scream but he covers it with his gloved hand, muffling your attempts.

He slowly moves his mouth near your ear, his rough breathing hot and harsh. "I love it when someone so strong trembles for me." He mutters, the feeling of his warm, wet tounge gliding over the shell of your ear causing you to shudder. He chuckles deeply at your reaction, softly nipping at the tip of your ear.

This is so wrong. This is so so wrong. Your fiance's right there and you're here shaking against another man pressed to you. Diluc is right inside your home and you—

"What's this?" The man's voice snaps you back into reality. Your worries caused you to ignore his other hand letting go of his knife and slowly make its way down your stomach, bunching your dress right above your legs.

"Such a whore." He whispers, forcing you to look down. Your breath shakes as you take note of the wetness on his fingers.

Pale. He has pale hands, so his skin colour must be on the paler side.

Everyone and their vision knows you're simply deluding yourself by making these observations. You're making grounds on why you're allowing this to happen. You're trying to reason with no one.

"You like this? You wanna be taken?" His fingers return to the drenched place between your legs and you try, you try so hard, to muffle your pathetic whimpers, but they all pour out as if they have a mind of their own.

His fingers move in tight circles on your clit. Your breathing turns harsher and harsher. Before you know it, your hips are rocking on their own and you've fisted the stranger's suit in front of you.

"Look at you using my hand to get off like a pathetic village whore." Your moans spill from your lips, your hips moving faster and faster as you try to seize your high. "Such a fucking slut, letting a complete stranger fuck you with his fingers when your fiance's right there."

That snaps you out of your lustful haze.

No.

You can't do this to Diluc.

You push the masked stranger's hand away, reattempting to shove him off of you again but he simply clicks his tongue, grabbing your wrists and pushing them on the space above you.

"Tsk tsk tsk." He shakes his head. "You get to have your fun but I don't? Seems a bit unfair to me." He frowns as you sneer at him.

"Let go of me and fuck off. Once I tell my fiance about this—"

"Diluc, will not be able to do anything after I've used you."

Oh great Barbatos above, forgive me for ruining my knickers at what this fucker had just said.

"He'll kill you." You spit, the glare you're wearing amusing the sicko even further. He grins widely, canines showing.

"And I still would have killed this pussy."

Oh, hardy har har. This idiot's got jokes.

"I'll join him and enjoy watching the life bleed out of you very, very slowly." You taunt, grinding your molars.

"And I'll enjoy watching my cum drip from this pretty pussy," You hear the clanking of a belt buckle and the familiar sound of a zipper being undone. "Very, very slowly." he whispers.

He uses his leg to part your thighs.

"What are you—" He cuts you off with the feeling of his bulbous head pressing against your folds. You stare into his crimson orbs before he pushes himself inside you, stretching you completely.

"Ah, fuck!" You cry out, euphoria slowly slithering itself through your vains, making their way up your head as the stranger slowly pumps himself inside you.

"This pussy's such a good girl, taking me, making room for me." He hooks your leg around his waist as he abandons any ounce of consideration he had for you and quickens his pace, his ungloved hand pressing and massaging and prodding—

"Oh Archon!" You hear your voice echo throughout the land and you scream a silent prayer for your fiance.

Diluc, my love, please forgive me. I tried to stop him, I swear I did! But he just feels—

"So good!" You yell out in euphoria, nearing the edge.

Just as you jump off of it, the stranger lifts off his mask. You're face to face with the same man you mentally apologized to, but your confusion is drowned in your pleasure.

"Cum with me my love. You can do it." He whispers as you press your lips on his, your moans and whimpers muffled against him.

Your back arches as electricity runs down your spine. Your walls clamp down on your fiance's dick as your head lightens. Your legs buckle, your body tembling against Diluc.

"Love... My love." He whispers.

"What?"

"Love, wake up. I think you have a fever."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Love, please."

Your eyes snap open as your breathing slowly calms. You're face to face with the familiar bedroom ceiling you know all too well. You turn your head to the side, seeing your fiance wearing an extremely worried expression.

"Love? Are you finally up?" He asks, helping you sit up. Once you're situated, he hands you a tall glass of water. "I think you have a fever my love. You've been huffing all night. Your drenched with your sweat and your face is as pink as it gets."

Oh, bless your fiance's poor soul. He thinks you have a terrible fever when in fact, you've been—

You stamp down on those thoughts, gulping down the glass of water. As you shift to put the empty glass on the table beside you, your face warms at the slick, wet feeling between your legs.

"Love?" Diluc rushes to cup your burning cheeks, his brows furrowed in worry. "I think you should take a break from commissions for a few days. It's stressing you too much." He takes the empty glass from your grasp and places it on the table for you.

"Let me wash the sweat off of you so you can sleep comfortably." He stands, holding out a hand for you.

You take it, letting him half-carry you to your shared bathroom.

Now, you know you don't actually have a fever. And you can walk by yourself perfectly fine. But your fiance's given you a perfect alibi to hold on to until you've thought of a way to tell him what actually happened—why you look like you're fighting for your life.

"I've asked the help to warm up the water for you. Let me help you wash up-"

As soon as he begins to slide your nightgown off of your shoulders, you catch his wrists.

Once this nightgown's off of you, he'll see everything. And you'll have some explaining to do. And you're not ready for any of that yet.

Diluc raises a soft brow questioningly.

"Can you-" You nibble on your bottom lip, feeling your cheeks warm up once again.

One order of well-done cheeks please!

"Can you please turn around? I'll get in the tub on my own." Your tone is as gentle as you can turn it.

Diluc looks confused, mildly hurt, but he hides his expression quickly as he turns around. "Grab onto me if you feel like you're about to fall." He mutters, pushing his hand out from behind him.

You smile at your adorable fiance, quickly taking your nightgown off.

Even if you can do everything yourself, his hand is reached out for you to hold on to. And it'll be very rude to turn down someone extending a helping hand. Literally. So you softly hold onto his hand as you lower yourself into the tub, letting out a relaxed sigh at the feeling of the warm water almost immediately washing away your stress.

"May I turn around?" Diluc asks. "Mmhmm." You hum, watching him slowly turn around.

His eyes don't drop to the water to try seeing what's underneath all the soap bubbles, he simply grabs the small seat beside the tub, a towel, and silently asks for your arm.

You feel like the world's most loved queen as your fiance softly scrubs the dirty and sweat off of your skin, slowly traveling from one arm to the other, massaging your shoulders and back as he goes.

"Lift your leg for me, love." He asks softly. You bite your lip at his request, remembering how dream Diluc lifted your leg to his hips.

Now, in no way were you a virgin. You've done it multiple times with your fiance. And it felt amazing everytime. And he was so nice, so sweet. He kisses you everwhere. Asks how you feel. Asks what you want, what you don't want. Prioritizes your pleasure before his.

There shouldn't be a 'but'.

But there is!

You wish your fiance was sometimes rough with you. You wish he was more assertive with you—like he is with the people under him. It's one of the reasons you love watching him work.

You just wish he'd force you. Even just once.

You wish he'd leave marks where people can see.

You wish he'd fuck you like you're nothing but a hole to him.

You widh he'd—"Claim me..."

Diluc freezes mid wipe, his gaze stuck on a spot on your forearm. "What did you..."

Your eyes widen at the realization at what you just said out loud. Your cheeks burn once again, but this time your nape, shoulders and ears warm as well. You press your lips together and drag your gaze down at the bubbles, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Love."

You feel your heart beat at the back of your throat. You wish for the bath to swallow you whole. For time to stop. For the world to implode.

With fingers on your jaw, Diluc turns your head at angle where you'll have to look at him. "What did you just say?"

Your mouth opens and closes, you feel like a total idiot! You have so much to say in your head, yet when the opportunity presents itself, you've got nothing!

"Tell me." Diluc demands, your pussy tingling at his tone.

"I just- well actually, last night- here's the thing though-"

"Spit it out y/n."

Your eyes widen.

He's annoyed.

Diluc never calls you by your name unless he's categorically pissed. His gaze stays on yours, unwavering. You know he's getting an answer out of you one way or another.

Silently, you move towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You're soaking him with the soapy water, yet you don't have it in you to care. You press your cheek on his side, letting out a sigh.

Looking up at him, you pout. "It's just that... I had this dream..."

Diluc nods as he resumes with wiping your shoulder.

"And- and in this dream, I was walking back home, here, after a long day of work. So much commissions, so much bounties, I had to travel-"

"Your point, y/n." Diluc commands, his tone making you slightly jump.

"Well, before I could enter the winery, I felt as if someone was following me. And someone was!" You look at him and his eyes are still on your shoulder.

He's upset you're keeping something from him.

"And- and he... He pinned me to the tree and..."

Diluc freezes once more, his gaze finally settling back into yours. His red orbs burn with possessiveness and fury.

"You dreamt of another man?" He roars.

You think—he's already mad, let's just pour everything out.

"And- and he touched me, and one thing led to another, and he took me. He just took me and didn't ask, he didn't let go when I told him to, he just-" Your words stop at the sight of him extremely livid.

At who? At you? At the man in your dreams?

"I liked it..." You whisper.

Diluc grabs you by your arm and hoists you against him, forcing you to stand up. The water is swashing around you, his suit is wet, the room is colder with your wet body, your fiance's grip on your arms were tight. It didn't hurt, but you're also unable to pull away from him.

"Who?" It's such a simple question, and the answer isn't a problem at all. And yet, why does your future with this red headed man depend on it?

"You..." Your voice is small and soft.

Diluc looks as though he's about to pass out from relief. His grip on you loosens and you instantly miss it. You whimper against him, gripping on his suit.

"Don't let go. Do it again." You beg, receiving an inquiring look from your fiance.

"Hold my arms that tight again. Please. I-"

"Love, no. I feel like I was too rough with you. I'm sorry I-"

"You kept me on the tree with a knife. You pressed against me and you just took and took and took. You fingered me, with asking, you fucked me when I told you no, and I loved it, Diluc." You sound pathetic and foolish and daft, but you can't help it. You're begging this man to fuck you like how he did in your dream. You want that shit turning into reality. You're desperate for it.

"Love-"

"Master Diluc?" A muffled voice calls out before you hear two knocks. "The traveler is here to see you. She says she needs to speak with you about the Fatui."

You curse Barbatos and whoever maid was standing outside your door for making this opportunity slip past your fingers.

"Tell her I'll be right down." Diluc yells, his eyes never leaving you. "So you don't have a fever?" He asks, completely dismissing how you had just bared your darkest desires to him. It stings.

You shake your head, at a loss for words.

"Finish washing up. If you want, you can come to my office if you want to say hi to the traveler. I think she misses you." He says, pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead before stepping away.

You listen silently to his footsteps slowly drifting away, and with a click of the door, you're left alone with your thoughts. Your regretful, embarassing thoughts. You sit back down on the tub, bringing your legs to your chest.

What does Diluc think of you now? Is he upset with you? Is he grossed out? Maybe he regrets proposing...

You wallow in shame for a few more minutes, keeping the tears from falling as you finish scrubbing your body. You hate this feeling. You hate that you like being roughed up. You hate the fact that you don't stick to the norm.

"Fuck." You sigh, drained and defeated.

You drop the one last bunch of grapes onto your basket. Your fingers are stained purple and they feel sticky, but it's all worth it. These are the best grapes in Monstadt.

You pick up your basket, taking in a deep breath of the night air. The moon is big and bright tonight, so you didn't need to hassle yourself with bringing a lamp along with you. It's a Friday night, and as always, Diluc has dismissed the staff for the weekend. After meeting you, he believes his people should have the opportunity to spend an ample amount of time with their families.

After his talk with the traveler, he decided to go with her and check out the area where she mentioned a lot of Fatui activities were going on. You didn't ask any more details, you were still too embarassed. Now, however, you're regretting it. You're all alone in the house and you're unsure of when your fiance is coming back.

You enter the winery and quickly shut the front door behind you making sure to lock it. Placing the basket on the long dining table, you double check all the windows and back doors. After which, you move over to the office, letting out a relieved sigh to see all the windows are locked.

Storing the grapes in cryo-induced compartment, you blow out all the candles and turn off all the light before making your way upstairs, ready to wash up before calling it a day.

As you turn to the hallway, the sound of a glass shattering roots you in place. You turn to the side, looking down at the empty foyer.

Fuck. You don't have time to grab a weapon. Your gaze hands on a book. That'll have to do.

Slowly and quietly, you make your way down the stairs, keeping your sense sharp as you look around. The sound came from the kitchen. You bring your book up, ready to hit or throw it at anyone or anything that comes your way.

You arrive at the scene, taking note of the broken wine glass on the floor. You huff, bringing the book down before turning in your heels.

You'll clean that up tomorrow.

"Fucking mice." You mutter, climbing back up the stairs, quickly making a beeline to your bedroom. You quickly shut the door and drop the book on the nightstand, hurrying to the bathroom.

You feel fresh and clean and ready to go to bed. You wrap the towel around your body, hating how you have to leave the warmth of the bathroom and enter the cold stagnant air in your bedroom just for some clothes.

You make a mental note to ask Diluc to renovate your bathroom into a walk-in-closet/bathroom type. That'll make your life much easier.

Padding towards your closet, you begin to dig through your night wear, looking for something warm and comfortable. Just as you've picked out a sweater, cool air brushes on your back. You jump, turning around to see no one and nothing.

Nothing but your open bedroom door.

I closed that, didn't I?

Furrowing your brows, you make your way towards the door. Your defenses are brought up again. Just as you reach the doorway and are about to close the door, you notice the book you were supposed to use as a weapon.

It's open.

You take a step towards it, you notice a small circle on the page. Black ink aurrounds the word 'I'm' in the middle. Two red roses stick out, acting like bookmarks. You turn to the page of the top-most rose, seeing another word encircled. 'Watching'. And the second- 'You.'

Goosebumps erupt all over your body and a loud crash causes you to scream. Your head snaps towards the unlit hallway outside. You question yourself if it's even worth it to go down there anymore.

"What am I thinking?" You mutter to yourself.

I've taken down ruin guards and abyss mages and hundreds of hilichurls. A little burglar doesn't scare me. In fact, it should be scared of me.

With a huff, now feeling annoyed that your peaceful night is ruined, you grab the hand knife Diluc likes to keep hidden in your drawer. Clutching the towel against your body, you quickly but silently make your way down the stairs, looking around for anything amiss.

As you reach the foyer, you notice the office door's ajar. You look around before scurrying over to it, pressing yourself against the wall as you clutch the knife to your chest, the blade pointing away from you. With a deep breath, you kick the door open, your body ready to fight whoever broke into your fiance's office.

Once again, you're greeted with nothing.

Confused, you turn to search the rest of the house when another crash echoes throught the foyer.

Kitchen.

As you run towards the kitchen, you freeze at the sound of footsteps padding quickly on the second floor.

How the fuck...?

You switch your pursuit of the kitchen and start running towards the stairs. Halfway up, you notice something wrong. You turn your head slightly around, just to check, before something grabs you by your ankle, causing you to fall.

The corners of each step dig into your body painfully, but you ignore them as you twirl the knife in your hand, you swing the knife against whatever was behind you, turning your body along with it.

You come face to face with a cloaked stranger, who managed to dodge your strike. You lift your leg up to kick them off of you but they read your movements, gripping on your ankle and angling it to the side.

The stranger uses their free hand to grab onto your hand that held your knife, pressing it onto the step above your head as they press their body against yours.

"Get off of me you fuck!" You yell, your weak attempts at loosening your hand from their grip is overpowered by their strength.

The stranger chuckles—they chuckle darkly as they let go of your ankle and grab onto your other hand. A man. With one hand holding both your wrists, the other grabs onto your towel, forcing it down, exposing your breasts.

"What the fuck are you-" You're cut off by the feeling of their belt pressing against your naked cunt. Heat blossoms on your stomach.

Your hands are pinned above you, your legs are open with a stranger in between them, your body is barely covered by the flimsy towel, and said stranger is grinding on your cunt. Your now wet, hot cunt.

"Slutty fucking body's just begging to be fucked." The stranger growls, the timber of his voice deep. He continues to pull on your towel until it slips from underneath you.

"Let go of me! Do you know who's house you're in right now?!" You yell, your weak attempts at freeing your wrists pitiful, to say the least.

The stranger simply chuckles, and before you know it, the towel is restraining you instead of his hands. "Take this off of me!" You demand, sneering at the man.

"You're in no position to be in control now, slut." He spits, his free hand trailing down your breasts. He squeezes and fondles them before lowering his head, taking your nipple in his warm mouth.

Your teeth dig into your lower lip, you don't want this fucker to hear you feeling good about this.

His tongue swirls around your nipple, sucking on the puckered point before softly sinking his teeth on them. "Fuck!" You cry out, the sudden pain bringing heat down your cunt.

Not now, kitty! You can't do this to me right now!

The stranger chuckles, moving to your other tit, his movement similar, but this time, he bites roughly, making you yell out in pain. Tears sting the corners of your eyes as you look down to see him licking the red mark around your nipple.

"You sick fuck-" You're cut off once again at the feeling of his fingers against your sex. Your wet, hot, needy sex.

When the fuck did his hand get there?!

Your try wriggling your body from his, but he doesn't budge. His finger presses on your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your lips to part.

Holy shit.

He draws circles on it, pressing the pads of his fingers harshly, intensifying the pleasure charging all over your body. Without warning, he presses two fingers inside, forcing your walls to stretch immediately.

"No! Fuck!" You cry out, begging your body to listen to you.

Diluc. Diluc! Where is he?!

The stranger continues to pumps his fingers inside you. The house echoes with your whimpers, your ragged breaths, and the squelching sound his hand and your cunt makes together.

Everything sounds so lewd.

And you fucking love it.

No! No I fucking don't!

"Diluc!" You cry out.

"No need to yell for me." The stranger pushes his hood off and you've never felt such immense veneration to see the familiar red hair and red eyes you've come to love so much.

That feeling is quickly replaced by a sudden burst of euphoria as Diluc pinches your clit, forcing an electrifying orgasm out of you. You throw your head back, your back arching as waves upon waves of pleasure roll out of you.

"Don't mind if I do." Diluc mutters, feasting on your tits as your orgasm rolls on.

You're left panting and light headed by the time the feeling ceased. "Love." You breathe out, "What are you doing?"

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He asks, flipping you over to your stomach. He grabs your waist, pulling it up so your ass is in the air.

"Fuck, love. When you told me about your dream, I almost creamed my pants." He grunts as you listen to his belt buckle clanking. A great sense of deja vu washes over you.

"I've been holding back for so long." He lines his cock to your folds, pressing against them. "You have no idea how many times I fucked you and thought, how would my future wife look covered with my cum?"

Without warning, he shoves his cock deep inside you, all nine inches making it hard for you to breathe. He doesn't give you time to adjust as he withdraws and snaps his hips back.

"And of course, I held back." His thrusts are brutal. " What kind of fiance would I be if I treated my woman like a cocksleeve?" That's exactly how he's treating you right now.

"Fucking you for the sake of my own pleasure?" He chuckles, his fingers digging into your hips. "That'd be very selfish of me." His thrusts have become sloppy, as if he's now chasing after his high. The thought of him using you for his personal gain has your pussy fluttering around him.

"Oh you fucking love that, don't you? You love listening to me talk about making you my bitch." He spits, no, like actually spits on your back.

His fingers weave their way through your hair, gripping on them as he pulls your head back. "Arch the fucking back." He commands, your body following his words immediately. "Fuck yeah, baby. You feel so good right now." He mutters in your ear, his thrusts erratic and unsteady.

"Oh Archons! Let me cum, Diluc! Please let me cum!" You yell out, feeling yourself reach the edge.

"I'm your Archon now." He whispers, his other hand traveling down your cunt. "Cum for me, my little follower." He pinches your clit, an orgasm even more powerful than before shakes your body. Your moans are loud as they travel all over the winery.

"Holy fuck this body is made for sin!" He yells, bottoming out as you feel warm liquid being spilled inside you.

Diluc falls on your back, his ragged breath hot on the side of your neck. A few moments pass before he pulls out, taking you in his arms as he walks up the rest of the steps.

You mentally sigh at the thought of having to wash up again, but your heart is ecstatic right now. You eye the bathroom door, furrowing your brows when you pass by it.

"Where are we going?" You ask, taking note of how your hands are still bound together.

"We're not done." Diluc declares.

"We're not?"

He takes you out the balcony, setting uou down and undoing the towel and dropping it on the ground. "I wanted to watch the moon." He says, taking a seat. "You," he points at you, before point down. "On your knees."

You suck in a breath, slowly kneeling down.

"Take out my cock." He orders, taking off his gloves.

You follow his instructions, feeling your insides turn to jelly at how demanding your fiance is tonight.

If he keeps this up, I'm marrying him tomorrow.

You take out his cock, pumping it softly and slowly at first, unsure of what uou're supposed to do.

Diluc's the first and only guy you've ever been with. And given his track record, he's never ask you to give him head. Sure, you've heard your friends telling you about their experiences, but Diluc always prioritized your pleasure before his. He never found it necessary to ask you for a blow job, and so, you never learned how to.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" He raises a brow, "Use your mouth like the good girl you are."

He places a hand on the top of your head, softly pushing you down until your lips connected with his tip.

"You don't wanna disappoint your Archon now, do you?"

Oh, fuck.

You part your lips, the tip of your tongue softly flicking on his swollen head as your eyes flick up to meet his. Diluc grinds his molars, closing his eyes as his hand pushes your head even lower.

His cock pushes against your tongue, to the back of your throat. The reflex to gag hits you instantly and you begin to pull away, but your fiance's hand keeps you in place.

"Tap my thigh if you feel like it's too much."

Huh?

Without warning, he stands up and grips your hair, pulling you towards him as he snaps his hips forward. Your eyes widen as tears begin to form in the corners. Immediately, you think to tap on his thigh, just as he said. Right before you do, you look up at him, and you're struck.

The expression on him right now—so desperate, so needy. As if he wants nothing more than to fuck your mouth. As if uour mouth is his only salvation from a life of sin. His eyes are hungry and wanting, his hips fast and harsh, his grip on your hair tight and rigid.

"Shit, baby. This mouth is made for fucking." He grits out, his thrusts unyielding.

Your hands move up his thighs, running up and down before you dig your fingers into his skin.

"I said to tap, not to draw blood, love." He breathes out, mistaking your actions for a tap out. You quickly correct him by hallowing your cheeks, independently moving your head in and out.

"Oh fuck!" His moans are loud and desperate as he throws his head back, his chest rising and falling as he chases his second high of the night.

"So close baby, I'm so fucking close!" He yells out and you moan around his dick, making his hips stutter before he pushes his whole length inside, your throat muscles convulsing around him as you begin to push away, but he keeps you in place.

With one last loud roar, he spills inside you, slowly withdrawing his cock. Out of breath, he presses his thumb on your bottom lip. "Open." He commands.

You open your mouth, revealing his spilled seed inside.

"Swallow."

You swallow.

"On your knees, teary eyed, and looking up at me like I'm God." Diluc chuckles, softly pulling you up to stand. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing against yours. You are completely and utterly in the man's command.

"I love you, baby." He whispers against your lips.

"I love you more, thank you." You close your eyes, smiling.

"I ahould be thanking you." Diluc chuckles, "How did it feel?" He asks, walking you to the bathroom.

"Mmmm..." You ponder, "I'd like to do it again."

"Really?" He raises both brows in disbelief.

You giggle, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "Mmhmm. I enjoyed it too much. Can't get enough of you." You mutter against his lips before turning to get into the tub.

Diluc fucks you roughly in the tub. He scolds you for being a tease. And again on your bed, for saying you can't get enough of him. And once more until you pass out, your body shaking, covered in marks and sweat and cum.

[enanari]

“TO THE MOON & BACK”

pairing: suguru geto x f!reader

hold on geto… 𝒾’𝓂 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

info: fluff, idk Hi Lol Ok Bye

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bf! geto who has a soft spot for animals and will sometimes stop by pet shops just to look at cats from the window on his way to wherever.

bf! geto who isnt the overly affectionate type in public, but in private, he's much softer. he'll give you gentle touches--like resting his hand on your back or brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

bf! geto who has sharp memory. he remembers little details about you that make u jump up in shock when he says he remembers what you were doing 3 days ago at 3:01 pm.

bf! geto who secretly likes when people compliment his hair. despite his sometimes intimidating appearance, geto takes good care of it. on a lazy day, he might let you braid or play with it, although he'd never admit he enjoys it.

bf! geto who loves having deep, meaningful conversations with you late into night. geto enjoys hearing your thoughts and sharing his own.

bf! geto who will surprise you with small but meaningful gifts. he's the type to remember something you casually mentioned months ago, like a book you wanted or a snack you like, and give it to you out of nowhere

bf! geto who has a teasing side, especially when he feels comfortable with you. he'll lightly tease you about little things like your habits or how cute you look when you're focused.

bf! geto who is a fantastic listener. no matter how big or small the issue is, he'll always be there to lend an ear.

bf! geto who secretly loves cuddling. after a long day, he'll pull you into his arms and hold you close. his favorite position is when you're lying on his chest, your head resting against his heartbeat--it makes him feel at peace.

[dannyphantom-zero]

Doctor Danny Chapter 6

Danny was surprised to say the least. The last time he even step foot in a place this fancy was at Vlad's dairy palace.

"Master Bruce is this way Master Todd"

Danny waited for Jason in the sitting room.

"Would you like tea Mr. Fenton"

Danny jolted, he had been so deep in his own thoughts.

"Yes, thank you-"

"Alfred is fine"

"Thank you Alfred"

"Pardon me for asking but what is your connection to the master?"

Danny squinted thinking about it as if it was the first time he was contemplating this. Well, it was the first time.

"The way I met him was a little... strange, but after that day he wouldn't leave me alone. Like a stalker"

Alfred chuckled.

Danny blushed, "I didn't mean that his is a stalker or anything! He's been a big help to me, I think. We're friends I guess you would say"

Jason walked up to the office. There was an air of tension and Jason wondered briefly if Bruce was fuming with anger on the other side.

Jason stepped in, closing the door behind him.

Bruce was sitting behind his desk with an unpleasant look on his face.

Jason wanted to make a wise crack but the air was too suffocating. You would think someone had died.

Bruce motioned for Jason to sit down, he came out from behind his desk and sat down across from Jason.

Bruce sighed before looking straight into Jason's eyes.

"Jason"

Jason didn't like his tone of voice.

"Are you gay?"

Jason paused and replayed the tape in his head. Did Bruce really just ask him that?

"W-why? Are you asking me that?" He had never been more confused.

"So you are gay?"

Jason suddenly felt hot.

"Maybe, in my defense some men just hit different"

Bruce made a face.

"Not literally, stop looking at me like that!"

"Some men, like that Doctor?"

Jason sighed and looked at the window nonchalantly.

"Yeah I guess."

Bruce nodded.

"So now that it's confirmed, there are some things you should know-"

"You are not giving me the talk in gay edition! I am an adult Bruce!"

"Does he like you back?"

Jason groaned.

"I really don't know. I don't even know if he's into men."

"Have you tried asking him"

"I'm not doing that"

Bruce wanted to scream. Why did his children always take the hard way.

Jason glanced at the clock on Bruce's wall and jumped up.

"Crap! I have to take Danny to the hospital!"

"This conversation-" before Bruce could finish Jason was already gone.

He sighed, "why do I even try?" He muttered into his hands.

He had even gotten to the important part yet, which would be Jason's vigilante identity.

"Do you like Master Todd?" Alfred asked as he sipped his tea.

"He's a great friend, he really is helpful when he wants to be"

Alfred shook his head elegantly.

"Forgive me, I meant romantically"

Danny almost dropped his tea. "Uh, I-I don't know. I've never considered"

Jason burst in at that exact moment and Danny's face went red.

"Your gonna be late if we don't go right now!" Jason almost shouted.

Danny jumped up, very flustered.

"Bye Alfred" Danny said as Jason grabbed Danny's hand and pulled him to the car.

Alfred smiled over his tea.

Jason hopped in the car and noticed that something was wrong with Danny. He was stiffer than a wooden board.

"Danny?"

A high pitched "what?" Came out that just made Danny even more embarrassed.

"Are you ok?"

Danny managed to breathe again

"Yea, just nervous about going to work I guess"

Jason nodded.

"Just be careful"

When Danny got into the hospital he noticed something strange. Everyone seemed to be staring at him and whispering to each other.

"Daniel! There you are my good friend " the hospitals general manager said clapping him on the back.

Danny made a face like he had just stepped on a fresh pile of dog shit. This guy hated him, and he called him Daniel.

If they were friends he would've to call him Danny. This was the guy who tried to suspend Danny licence and kept saying he was just going to be trouble for the hospital.

So why was he sucking up to him now?

"We have someone who needs to speak with you urgently"

Who could be so important, that even a dick like this guy would change his tune?

Well it didn't matter, Danny was pissed off now.

"Tell whoever it is to wait, my patients need me, make sure they don't bother me while I'm working"

"You don't have a choice brat, stop soaking up being the big hero and get your ass in that office."

Danny was about to stick up his middle finger and walk away when a voice rang out from down the hall.

"Doctor! I'm so glad I caught you!"

Danny looked past his disgruntled superior and his eyes instantly narrowed.

It was a prominent businessman with lots of rumors of having shady side businesses. Lex Luther.

"You have to excuse me sir but I'm working at the moment-"

"Of course, I don't mean to interrupt your work at all. If you can perhaps take the time to meet with me after your work hours have finished-"

Lex quickly waved off the thought his a graceful twist of his hand, "but you don't have too, you might be too exhausted. At least take my card. I have so much to talk about"

Danny took the card, resisting the urge to rip it up in front of the general manager out of spite.

Still, despite the rumors Lex Luther seemed fairly decent. Danny had no time to mull it over, he had patients to treat.

Danny carefully fixed a cast for little boy.

"There you go, all done"

The boy looked at Danny sadly, "can I be the first to sign it?" Danny asked.

The boy lit up, Danny was supposed to recommend that the cast stay clean and unsigned but hey, its an important tradition.

~Your incredibly strong, keep up that fighting spirit, love Doctor Danny~

The boy showed his mom who smiled and thanked the doctor. Danny just replied with, "it's my job"

Danny was half asleep by the time he walked out of the hospital.

"Hello" a smooth voice said in his ear. Danny whipped his head around his the person in the nose.

"Oh crap I'm sorry, are you ok?" Danny asked.

The person turned out to be Lex Luther.

"It's ok, it's my fault for being too close"

"Yeah but it could be bruised, I hope it's not broken" he said as he examined it.

After a few seconds Danny realized he asked for permission before touching him.

He quickly withdrew his hands.

"It's not broken, just bruised" Danny declared.

"Thank you, I see your off from work. Can I treat you to a meal?"

Danny smiled, "shouldn't I be saying that? I did bruise you"

Lex Luther shook his head, "no, I asked to meet with you. I should pay"

Danny caved.

"I'll follow you in my car-"

"No need, I'll have my assistant drove your car, we'll ride together in mine"

Together? Why?

"Okay, wait- is that your car?"

It was a shiny black Lamborghini.

"Wow, you drive this around Gotham? You so brave. If I had a car like this it would be locked up in storage" Danny said his hands hovering over, but not touching.

Lex pit his hand over Danny's and pushed it on the car.

"It won't break if you touch it"

Danny's face felt hot all of the sudden.

"Y-yeah you're probably right" Danny said nervously as he moved his hand and opened the door. After he slid in Lex shut the door for him.

The car looked brand new on the inside too.

"This is so clean"

"I made sure it was before I came to the hospital. Doctors like things clean"

Danny laughed, "not all doctors are clean freaks, you should see my car. It's a wreck"

"Forgive me, I spoke without thinking"

Danny shook his head. "It's fine, just a little funny"

Danny didn't want to admit it but this lex guy was easy to get along with.

Once they were in the restaurant and seated Danny got his business face on.

"So, did you ean to meet with me to talk about sponsoring the hospital?"

"Not at all, I already sponsor the hospital, you could say I'm their biggest sponsor"

No he wasn't, Bruce Wayne was Gotham Generals biggest sponsor. But he could be the second biggest sponsor.

"So what did you want to meet me about?"

Lex Luther gave Danny a soft smile, "you, I want to sponsor you specifically. More specifically I'm interested in you"

Danny raised an eyebrow, "I'm not sure I understand"

"I like you and I want to start a relationship with you"

Danny wasn't sure he heard him correctly.

"Like dating? Why?"

Lex chuckled, "I wondered that myself, why I was so attracted to you. In the end I still don't have a reason. I just like you"

"D- I- I don't know anything about you-"

"Could you give me a chance?"

Danny was confused, when he spoke it sounded genuine, but his eyes were silent.

"Can I have some time to think about it?"

"Yes, of course"

They ate and discussed little things, some things Lex Luther's business had been doing and Danny's hectic hospital work.

Jason arrived at the hospital ready to pick up Danny when he saw Danny's car drove away, so he followed it.

When someone other than Danny got out Jason's mood darkened.

The man was thrown against the car hard.

"Where is he!" Jason demanded.

"What! Get away from me!" The guy said.

Jason pulled out a knife, "I won't ask again"

And that's how Jason found himself checking surveillance cameras to find what place they went to eat at.

He arrived just as Danny was walking out with a man.

"Danny, where do you live, I'll drive you home and have my driver bring your car in the morning."

"DON'T TELL HIM SHIT!" a voice hollered from across the parking lot.

Danny looked startled towards the sound, he squinted to get a better look at the person stalking angrily towards them.

"Jason?!"

Lex put an arm around Danny's shoulder and pulled him next to him.

"Who are you?!"

Jason sneered, "none of your business, come on Danny I explain on the way"

Danny made a move to go but Lex held him firmly next to him.

"Danny this man seems to have anger issues, I don't think it's safe for you to go with him"

Danny couldn't move out of lex's grip. Jason glared murderously.

"I'll be fine Mr. Luther, he's really not a bad person" Danny said as he pried off the arm.

This lex guy was strong.

"Call me lex" lex whispered in his ear. Jason had enough, he pulled Danny away from lex Luther and put him on his motorcycle.

"I promise I'll explain when we get to my place" Jason said.

Lex Luther called his associate from his burner phone, "put plan B on standby, we might need it after all"

Danny sat completely confused on Jason's couch. Jason was kneeling in front of him.

"Are you okay Danny? Did he hurt you?"

"No, he was really nice, I don't get what's making you so anxious"

Jason sighed, "Bruce has dealt with Lex Luther before, he's into some pretty sketchy business"

"That's right, I had him on my cork board as suspicious. I was going to get closer and get more information, but if it bothers you that much I can table it for now"

Jason sighed, "your gonna be the death of me" he muttered.

[traveler-at-heart]

What we were

Summary: After losing Clint, your marriage and family begins to fall apart. Will Natasha be able to go back to what you once were?

A/N: This is going to be four chapters, but most of it is written. It’s a mix of angst, hurt and comfort. Obvious warning, there’s a major character death. Natasha and R have a daughter.

Time was unforgiving.

It had been six months since you lost Clint. Two since you asked Natasha to move out.

Four hours of sleep was the most you could get each night. 

Time heals everything, people say.

Then, how come, the more time passed, the worse you felt?

Thoughts like these invade your mind, even when doing the most mundane of tasks. Like now, when you’re waiting for your daughter’s school day to be over. Leaning over your black Mercedes, you wish that your injured leg could be less of a bother and instead of driving, you could walk to pick up Anya and get distracted by the sights of the city.

The school bell rings and the quiet classrooms are full of murmurs, books stored away and steps walking -some rushing eagerly- to the exit.

Impossible to miss, Anya’s red waves are the first thing you spot. Raising a hand, she says goodbye to her friends and walks your way. 

“Hi, darling” you sigh against her head. 

She’s getting taller and maybe next year she won’t let you hug her. Maybe she’ll even want to take the bus while you anxiously wait for her return home. But now, she’s still a sweet child and she still lets you run your hands through her hair. 

“How was Debate Club?” it’s the first thing you ask, because she’d been preparing relentlessly to beat the other team. 

“We won, obviously”

“We should celebrate” a voice joins the conversation. You’re so startled that you drop the car keys.

“Mom!” Anya says, wrapping her arms around Natasha.

It makes you happy that she’s not resentful even after everything that happened. That she can love so unconditionally.

She didn’t get that from you.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt” Natasha apologizes, finally looking at you. There’s a weak smile on your face, what else can you do? “I was thinking we could go shopping for that new game you wanted?”

“Can we please, Momma?” Anya turns to you.

“Sure. Have fun. But don’t spoil your appetite. We’re having lasagna” 

“Mom, our favorite” Anya nudges the Russian and you look away.

“I’ll have her home by 6” Natasha saves you the embarrassment of being forced to invite her.

“Have fun” you wave goodbye, heart beating fast.

Breaking the speed limit, you rush home. But the tears start running long before you’re parked.

You look at your sad reflection in the rearview mirror.

Natasha looks better than the last time you saw each other.

Maybe all she needed was to be away from you, to be happy again.

--

Two glasses of wine later, you’re curled up on the sofa watching your favorite comfort show and feeling better. 

“What’s up, Buck?” you answer at the second ring of your phone. 

“Are you ok?”

You look at the half empty glass of wine and decide that no, you’re most definitely not ok.

“Sure, why you ask?”

“I just saw her driving with Anya” 

“Mhm” you look at the clock. 5:55 PM. She’s trying to be a responsible parent, at least. “Yeah, she showed up at school today. It’s good that they spent time together”

“Want me to come over?”

“No, I don’t want you two fighting in my front yard. Thanks, though”

“I’ll stop by tomorrow, ok? And if you feel like it, we can go to that Broadway show on Saturday. I got us tickets”

“Thanks, Buck” 

“Ok, she’s parking outside now”

“You followed them all the way here?” you jump out of the couch, looking out the window.

“What? I was worried!” 

“Sometimes I think it’s not so great that you live a few blocks away, you weirdo”

“But then I bring coffee and scones and you change your mind” 

“Yeap”

“See ya, doll”

“Bye, creep”

“Oh, come on!”

You let out a laugh at his protest. Wanda and Yelena have been texting you, so you scroll, smiling at the silly pictures of Fanny or the videos of Tommy and Billy doing their crazy science experiments. 

“Hi, Ma” Anya rushes past you. “Gonna change for dinner”

“Mmkay” you nod, texting Bucky to make sure he’s actually back home, and not slashing Natasha’s tires. 

“So…” 

“Nat, jeez” you drop the phone, not even aware that she is still here. She looks at you across the kitchen island. 

Don’t think how sad it is that she looks out of place here, where it used to be home.

Don’t cry in front of her.

Don’t.

“Sorry, I’ll say goodbye and leave” 

“Anya, your mom’s leaving” you busy yourself in the kitchen, looking away.

“So soon?” the girl peeks around, pouting. “We haven’t even played the game yet”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” you give up, unable to say no to your daughter. 

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m always making extra anyways”

Because you were used to cooking dinner for three. 

Anya is happy to set the table, but you sit next to your daughter, leaving Natasha in front of her. You try to stay focused on Anya and school: the debate club, sports activities, a month in Europe for the best students. 

“Mom, do you think I can reach out to aunt Carol? I have some Astronomy questions”

Natasha immediately looks at you, but you’re hyper focused on the bottle of wine and pouring the last of it until your glass is filled to the rim.

“Uh, she’s not... I’m not sure where Danvers is, sweetheart. She left Earth a while back” 

“Oh, ok” the girl nods, looking at you with a frown. “Mom, what’s wrong? Is your leg hurting? What did Doctor Cho say?”

Crap.

“What’s wrong, det…?” Natasha asks, looking at you. The pet name almost rolled off her tongue.

Everything. Everything is wrong, Natasha. 

“That old injury from our outlaw days. Doctor Cho gave me some pain killers. But I don’t think I’ll take them, they make me too sleepy”

“We’ll do the dishes” Natasha jumps in. “Don’t worry about it” 

“Thanks”

The dishes are the least of your worries, but it’s still a nice gesture.

Maybe when she’s finally ready to ask you to divorce her, you’ll be able to coparent. 

“Here, let me” she asks as you approach with the empty glass of wine. “Did Doctor Cho say anything else?”

You sigh, leaning against the counter, watching as she washes the dishes.

“She said surgery might make the pain go away. Actually, there’s a 90% chance it will work. But Anya’s got school and I’d have to do bed rest for at least five weeks. Maybe during winter break” 

“I can take care of her. Drive her to school or cook dinner or…”

“You’re a terrible cook” you remind her. It’s meant to be a joke, but also a way to make her stop.

You don’t want to be a burden for someone who doesn’t want you anymore.

“Wanda could teach me” 

“She’s too busy making sure the twins aren’t building a nuclear weapon in the garage” 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asks, almost afraid of your answer.

“Can you take her to school tomorrow?” you finally say, without providing further details.

The truth is, you’ll probably cry until you fall asleep, because you miss Natasha and this is the first time you’ve seen her in two months. 

And it would be better if you could sleep in, make an appointment with your therapist and then find a way to look composed by the time you have to pick your daughter from school. 

“Absolutely” 

“Thank you” 

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N” 

The way she says your name makes you want to scream. 

--

Natasha’s long gone, Anya sleeping peacefully back in her room.

You’re looking at the ceiling, tears rolling down your face and soaking your pillow.

You miss her so damn much. You love her so much.

And you also hate her. And you hate yourself for loving her.

There’s a soft knock at your door. You know it’s not Anya because she would have turned on the hallway light.

“Hey, weirdo” you look at Bucky from across the room, smiling sadly. He approaches you and wraps you in his arms. You sob against his chest, feeling like the sadness will last forever.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s ok. Let it all out. I’m here”

You don’t know when you fall asleep.

--

A lot has changed in such a short time, but by now, Anya is used to the sight of her uncle Bucky, rotating between the few breakfast foods he can make without burning everything.

“You read my mind” Anya watches as he makes blueberry pancakes.

“Has no one ever told you it’s rude to sneak up on people?” he mumbles, impressed at how silent she was.

“No, because my moms are spies and so is my uncle and my other aunt and basically half my family”

“Smart ass,” he chuckles. “Come on, eat your food before it gets cold”

“Did mom eat anything yet?” Anya sits on a stool, eating on the kitchen counter.

“Your mom’s asleep” Bucky says. In fact, you cried, had a panic attack, a couple of nightmares, woke up to drink some water and then fell asleep at 4 AM. 

Basically, the usual for the past two months.

He’s so caught in his thoughts that he forgets to flip the last pancake. A knock on the front door snaps him back to reality.

“Can you turn off the stove? And pack your bag, we’re leaving in five…” Bucky yells over, opening the door without looking through the peephole first. He’s surprised to find Natasha on the other side “Can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up my daughter” 

“Does Y/N know?” He's holding on to the door so hard that the wood cracks.

“She asked me to drive Anya to school”

“Ok, I’m ready” Anya announces, aware that her mother and uncle aren’t on the best terms. She walks between them to make sure they won’t punch each other. “Bye, uncle, thanks for breakfast” 

“Have a good day, sweetheart. See you Saturday”

“Right, for that musical, Beaglejuice”

“Shut up” he chuckles, kissing her forehead. Anya leans forward and hugs him goodbye.

Natasha is silent for most of the ride. Anya is looking out the window, uncertain of her mother’s mood. Maybe not saying anything is safer.

Three blocks away from school and Natasha hears herself blurting out what’s been on her mind this whole time.

“Does Barnes stay over a lot?”

“I guess” Anya mutters, still looking out the window.

“Well, do you know…”

The girl has enough, turning around to face her mother. There’s nothing but resentment in her eyes as she tells Natasha everything.

“Mom cries herself to sleep every night. Ever since you moved out, it's been hard for her to get up in the morning and act normal, let alone cook breakfast. So yeah, uncle Bucky is around all the time, just to make sure she’s at the very least alive. You’d know if you still cared about us” 

“Anya…”

“I’ll walk the rest of the way, thanks for the ride” she mumbles, opening the door and rushing away. Natasha is stuck in traffic, so all she can do is watch her daughter from the car.

Just when she was starting to make things right, she fucks up again.

--

“Thanks for breakfast” you say, mouth full of pancakes.

“More like lunch” Bucky corrects.

You nod, reaching for the maple syrup. 

“So, why’d you ask Natasha to drive Anya to school?” 

“Is that why my door is almost broken in half?” 

“I’ll fix it”

“You better” you mumble. He is still staring and you shrug your shoulders. “Just experimenting how co-parenting is gonna be when we officially divorce”

“So, you are asking her to divorce you?” 

“She’s gonna ask me. Sooner or later” you keep your head down, playing with your food. You’re not hungry anymore.

“All things considered, the ball is in your court”

“Buck” you plead, dropping the fork.

“I’m just saying” he approaches your side. “You’ll only be able to heal once you know what you both want. But running away won’t help”

“You sound like my therapist”

“But does she cook you breakfast?”

“For what she’s charging me, she should, actually” both of you laugh. And damn it, you know he’s right. “Thank you, for worrying about me. And for taking care of us these past few months. I’m sorry I’m such a mess”

As if on cue, tears start streaming down your face. Bucky hugs you, kissing your head.

“It’s ok”

“I know you hate it when people cry, I’m sorry” 

“Yeah, but I hate it a little bit more when you’re the one crying”

--

Luckily for your therapist, you’re all cried out by the time you reach her office. Instead, you discuss how it would be better to approach Natasha, who has always struggled with communication around difficult topics.

“I’m very happy with this session. We’ve made great progress” Doctor Thompson says and you put your fist forward.

“Fist bump” you encourage her.

“I’ll get my license taken away if we ever do this again” 

For the first time in months, you leave her office feeling a little bit lighter. 

Until you check your phone. 10 missed calls from Natasha.

“Nat?” you answer as she calls again.

“Is Anya with you?”

“I was about to pick her up from school” there’s a pause. “You did drive her to school, right?”

“Of course, I’m not an idiot” she shoots back.

“Well, I’m very confused because she’s only about to end her last class. Why would she be anywhere else, then?” you retort.

“Just meet me back home, ok?” she pleads.

“Fine”

She’s pacing on the sidewalk as you park.

“Care to explain?”

“The school called me an hour ago. She sneaked out after recess” 

“Let’s just track her phone” 

“It’s off”

“Well, fuck” you run your hand through your hair. “Did she say anything to you this morning? Did she seem upset?”

Natasha looks away, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I asked her if Barnes was staying over often”

“Natasha, for fuck’s sake” you sigh, turning away from her. 

Don’t shout. You won’t solve anything by screaming at Natasha.

Your daughter is missing because your wife can’t keep her jealousy to herself. So fuck it.

“If you want to know anything, you ask me, Natasha, do you understand? You don’t go questioning our 13 year old daughter, who, by the way, has been through enough shit lately. I’m trying to protect her and you’re here implying I’m sleeping with the only friend who isn’t tired of me being a mess. Which, for the record, I’m not. And would never. Unlike you, I’m not going around fucking people outside my marriage because I’m having a hard time”

“I don’t know how to get close to you, Y/N. You pushed me out ever since…”

“No! You don’t get to put this on me. I tried for months. I tried everything. And you scoffed and ignored and stood me up. I gave up the moment I found you in bed with Carol” 

Your voice breaks at the last part. That memory has been buried for so long; you want it to stay hidden, forever. 

It doesn’t matter. You need to find Anya.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling Buck” 

“I’m here. I’ll help you find her” 

“I’ll find my daughter alone, thank you” you walk past her, waiting impatiently for your friend to pick up.

“She’s my daughter too”

“You sure as hell haven’t acted like her mother in a long time, Natalia” 

You walk away, your back turned to her. 

“Buck” you say, voice trembling.

“I know. She’s at the Met. Hasn’t left. I’m outside, just in case”

“How did you…?” 

“I’m sorry. I was hoping I could convince her to come back before you found out she sneaked out of class”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can” 

--

Again, those soft waves of red are the first thing you spot in the room. Her blue eyes are fixed on Degas and his Dance Class.

“Hey, kiddo” you stand next to her, understanding immediately why she’s looking at this painting. “We still have your ballerina shoes somewhere in a box. Your mom loved going to your recitals” 

“I’m sorry for leaving school” 

“I played hooky a couple of times. It’s part of life. I just want to make sure you’re ok” 

“She doesn’t care if you’re able to get up in the morning but gets jealous because someone is taking care of us” 

You sigh. Anya has Natasha’s heart, after all. She loves and protects fiercely.

“That’s not exactly true. Come with me” your daughter takes your hand as you leave the museum. 

Central Park is still looking beautiful, even as fall approaches. Anya plops down on a bench and you take a seat next to her. A small groan leaves your lips. This damn leg.

“You know your mother was raised to be an assassin. The Red Room taught her that love was a weakness. And that she was incapable of having a family or people that cared about her. Even after all these years, insecurity can get the best of Nat sometimes”

“Why can’t we just… go back to what we used to be?” she mumbles, a tear rolling down her face.

“Oh, sweetheart” you hold her against your chest. “I want nothing more in this world” 

“I miss her”

“Me too, Anya”

“It’s like we lost her the day uncle Clint died” she sobs.

“But she’s still here. And she still needs you, my sweet girl. I’m not saying you should forgive her right this second. But don’t build a wall around yourself, please”

“Ok” 

“You know I lost my mom when I was 15. And a lot of that time I spent it angry at her for staying with a man that wasn’t good to us. But once she was gone, all I wished was that I had made her life a little easier”

“I’m sorry” 

“It’s ok. I’m glad I’m here, to make sure you don’t make the same mistake I did. We’re gonna be alright, I promise” 

“I love you”

“Love you too, kiddo” you keep her in your arms for as long as you can, but a light rain begins to fall. “Come on, now. Bucky’s been waiting for us”

“I know. I saw him following me on the bus here”

“My God, I don’t know which one of you is scarier” 

Anya giggles, and you take her hand. 

Even between all of this mess, she’s the one thing that makes everything worth it. 

--

Anya was the one that texted her mother, apologizing and letting her know she was ok.

You didn’t reply to Natasha’s text. “I’m sorry” isn’t enough sometimes.

After pizza and an intense game of Jenga with Anya and Bucky, you call it a night.

You know what you’ll dream of tonight, but you’re too tired to care.

[chrisstopherfilmed]

HIGH ENOUGH?

Chris sturniolo x fem reader

Summary: you and Chris hated each other or at least that’s what you all thought. But one night when you and the triplets were getting high together, something changed between you and chris.

NOT PROOF-READ

A/n: this is the “short story” that I was doing with Chris but NEWFLASH it’s not short 💀💀💀💀 also I am working on a part 3 of caught so just give me some time😁

Warnings: cussing, drug use/mentions, abusive relationship and family, mentions of begging roofed/r*ped NOT INTO DETAIL, suggestive content(not fully smut), use of y/n

CONTENT WARNING: Before reading this story look at the warnings . There is mentions of abusive relationships/ treatment, drugs, being roofed and r*ped. If that is triggering to you please do not read this. The suggesting parts do not go into detail about being r*ped, roofed, abused, ext. I would never go into detail about that kind of stuff. Just please DO NOT read if that is triggering for you ‼️

(Back story)

You and chris hated each other, so it was no surprise when you went to the triplets place to hang out with Nick, you best friend and Matt who you were close to, you and Chris would give each other dirty looks and nasty comments about each others outfits, hair, ect.

You’d been to their house 4 times already just this week. You had a bad reputation with relationships, and a bad house-hold. You needed to escape and the only place you could go was over to their place.

When you texted Matt to pick you up he would be there as fast as he could knowing what goes on in your house behind closed doors. Also you had just gotten out of an abusive relationship with your now ex boyfriend. He would leave bruises all over your body, drug you into having sex with him, basically raping you. Your parents would get drunk almost every night.

Your mom normally would fall asleep but your dad would hit you if you didn’t do what he said. And it made it even worse that he would give you crazy tasks to complete, like cleaning the roof of your 3 story house. He would even try and force you to take drugs that could kill you.

Nick knew that your parents had been getting worse with you so he allowed you to come over WHENEVER you needed no matter what time it was he would answer the phone. One time you called him at 4 in the morning and the phone didn’t even ring 3 times before Nick picked up.

And it just so happened that tonight that your dad was trying to shove pills down your throat he got from druggies that almost died from those pills. Luckily you pushed him off of you running to your room, locking your door and putting your dresser in front of it to call Matt and Nick to come get you.

(Present time)

10pm

“Shit, shit, shit” you said trying to put your dresser in front of your door, your hands shaking, eyes watery from your crying. You grab your phone running to the window and calling Matt. You open your window to get ready to jump out, grabbing the emergency bag you had just for this situation.

“Hey, you ready?” Matt says and you hear him get Nick and Chris grabbing his keys and walking out the door to his car. “Yes, please hurry!” You say still shaking trying to stop crying. “Hey, y/n please breath I don’t want you to hyperventilate. Y/n just listen to my voice and breath please” Nick says as he takes the phone from Matt and you hear the car start

“We are on our way, no less then two minutes, be ready” Nick says “ok, I love you Nick, bye” you say “love you too” Nick says hanging up. You turn around to hear your dad’s voice getting closer. “Fuck” you whisper under your breath. You step out of your window onto the rooftop and close it behind you waiting for Matt, Nick, and Chris to arrive.

As you’re waiting in the cold on your rooftop you see your door getting shook as if someone was trying to open it. You knew it wouldn’t hold long and your dad would be in your room by no time. Getting worried you turn back to the street seeing Matt’s car siting in front of your house. “Y/n” nick yells from the back as you jump off the ledge of your window rooftop.

You run to the car getting in as fast as you can throwing your emergency bag in the back. “Babe what is on your wrists?” Nick says pull you to him in a soft warm hug looking at your bruised wrists then noticing the ones on your shoulder and down your arms.

He traces his fingers over all the marks your dad and ex boyfriend left on your body. You wince at the pain from the newish one. “If I ever meet your ex I swear I will beat the living shit out of him, no doubt in my mind” Chris says jaw clenched look back at you and Nick “why are you being so nice” you say to Chris with a soft tone, just calming down from crying.

“I’ve released I’ve been a dick to you a lot lately, and I don’t want to hurt you more than you already have been. I just want to be here for you like Matt and Nick are, cus we are all you’ve really got” Chris says, truth in his eyes indicating he is not being sarcastic “ok you love birds, what do yall want to eat” Matt says pulling into the McDonald’s drive-thur

“Just the usual” you and Nick say. You finally fully calmed down knowing you were safe in nicks arms, with 3 strong boys around you to protect you from any harm. You never really voiced it much but you loved them so much and appreciated them more. Chris was right, they were all you had and you couldn’t lose them.

As you arrive to their house, Matt turns off the car grabbing the bag of food getting out of the car followed by Chris. You reach in the trunk grabbing your bag and getting out with Nick walking towards their house. You stand behind Matt and Chris as they open the door stepping inside.

Before you could walk inside Nick grabs your arm pulling you towards him. “Hey, you promise your okay? I really wouldn’t know what I would do without you, so if something else is happing with jack (the ex boyfriend) or anything with your mom and more stuff with your dad-“ he trails off

“Nick I promise you would be the first person to know, I love you so much” you say and you pull Nick into a deep hug. “You all coming?” Matt says setting his keys down, taking off his shoes and walking to the couch. “Yeah” you call out grabbing Nicks arm pulling him into the house with you

You take your shoes off, run upstairs to nicks room to set down your bag, and run back downstairs to eat the food you just got. You cuddle up next to Nick in the couch where everyone was sitting as Matt hands out the food. “Matt pick a movie to watch” Nick says eating a chicken nugget. “Ok” Matt says grabbing the remote and turning on a movie

(Later)

It was now closer to 12am. Everyone had finished their food and the movie was almost over. Non of you were tired though “I’m bored” you says and you lay your head down in nicks lap “me too” nick says starting to rub your hair “wanna smoke?” Chris says getting up from the couch to grab the supplies

“Duh” you and Nick say “I’m down” Matt says standing up and grabbing the trash from the food to throw away. Chris and Matt walk back into the living room supplies and necessary things in their hands. Chris gets to work assembling and rolling a blunt for you 4 to smoke.

Chris sits down next to Nick picking up your legs and putting them on his lap so you are stretched out on-top of them. Matt sits down on the floor in front of you all. Chris takes the blunt putting it up to his mouth and lighting it, breathing in the smoke then passing it to Matt.

Matt breaths in the smoke slowly with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, then passing it to Nick. Nick does the same thing and passing it to you. You repeat the process handing it to Chris, who hands it to Matt, who hands it to Nick, and so on, until you all start to get really faded. Laughing at each others jokes and talking like there’s no tomorrow.

Once the blunt is finished Chris cleans everything up. And Matt heads to his room to go to sleep, mostly because of how relaxed he is from smoking. Your still laying in nicks lap staring at the calling while Nick combs his hands threw your hair.

“Do you ever think you could just live here” Nick says starting a conversation “what do you mean” you say back “like move in with us, and just share my room” he says looking down at you “yea I think about it all the time, but I can’t leave my mom alone with my dad-“ you say pausing, thoughts running through your head of your dad hitting your mom

“I can’t leave my mom alone with my dad, knowing what he does to her when I’m not there” you says almost whispering back to Nick “I know, I just really can live without you, I don’t want anything to ever happen to you” he says

Chris walks back into the living room to announce he is going to sleep. “I’m going to sleep, goodnight Nick” he says “ok there’s the rudeness again” you say to Chris rolling your eyes “there’s the attitude problem” he says rolling his eyes back and walking off to his room

“God I can’t stand him” you say to Nick “Imagine having to live with him” Nick says laughing making you laugh to “he was just being nice I don’t understand why he had to start back up being rude” you says rolling your eyes

“Probably from smoking” nick says shrugging his shoulders. You sit up from nicks lap and stand up of the couch “come on, I’m tired” you say heading towards nicks room gesturing him to come with you

As you get into his room you change into your pjs hoping in bed with Nick. “Goodnight Nick” you says turning on your side “goodnight y/n” he says closing his eyes and going to sleep

(2am)

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing from texts. Nick was a deep sleeper so it didn’t wake him up. You grab your phone and look at the texts. There is 3 from chris. “Why is he texting me at 2 in the morning” you thought to yourself

(Start of texts)

Chris:

Hey will you come down here please

Chris:

I really need to talk to you

Chris:

Please?

You:

Chris it’s 2 in the morning can’t you just wait till tomorrow?

Chris:

No

(End of texts)

With that you got up out of nicks bed as quiet as you could to not disturb Nick. You walked to his door opening it very softly then shutting it when you were out in the hall. It confused you why Chris wanted to talk to you when not even 4 hours ago he was being rude to you.

You walk down the stairs quietly to Chris’s room. As you get in front of the door you start to regret coming down here. But you knock anyways. 3 little taps on his door. The door opens and there stands Chris.

No shirt, wet hair indicating he juts got out of the shower, plaid sweat pants on, with the chain he’d always wear hanging around his next. You try not to look him up and down, but you can’t help yourself so you take a glimpse of him, your eyes skimming down his body and back up to his face

“My eyes are up here stupid” he says rolling his eyes “if your gonna be rude to me why did you need to talk to me so bad” you say dragging out the (so) to make it more dramatic. “Because I needed to talk to you about him” he says jaw starting to clench

“Can I come in?” You says trying to get into his room “uh yeah sorry” he says letting you through and sitting on his bed as you follow him “why do you care about my ex so much?” You says kind of laughing looking at Chris but he didn’t laugh so you stopped

“Because he hurt you, and I don’t ever want anyone to hurt you” he says looking down “and I feel like I failed to protect you because I let him do that to you” he says starting to play with his hands

“Chris you didnt let him hurt me, you didn’t know he was hurting me” you say to reassure him while making him look at you “I know but I just feel bad” he says sadness in his eye “Chris, I promise it’s okay” “you don’t need to protect me, I can do that on my own” you say

There was some awkward silence for a moment until Chris leaned in to kiss you. You had no idea what you were doing, why you leaned in too, but all you knew was that you were kissing Chris sturniolo, your best friends brother

You all were still a little high from how much you smoked. So maybe that’s why he was kissing you. But was it? Did he really actually like you? Was he kissing you for his own benefit, or was it the drugs?

The kiss got heavier and more powerful. He was kissing you like he had been starved, like you were a Pepsi can that he was chugging. Like you were going to disappear if he stopped.

You disconnected your lips leaning back from him and just stared at him. “Shit, I’m so sorry I don’t know why I did that, I’m so sorry y/n” he says starting to ramble “Chris it’s okay, I liked it” you say staring up at him

“You liked it? Why would you says “I liked it”? That’s so weird? Who does that?” You thought to yourself. Before you knew it Chris was already kissing you again. His hand on your chin pulling you impossibly closer. He leaned back on his bed and pull you onto his lap.

His kisses trailed down from you lips to your chin, then to your neck. He started kissing, biting, and sucking marks into your neck that would definitely be a hickey by tomorrow.

Then his kisses trailed down to your arms, kissing every last one of your bruises. You couldn’t help but smile at the fact that the boy you use to fight with every day from your childhood to now was kissing your bruises.

He stopped kissing you and looked up at you through his eyelashes “Chris” you says with a soft tone so quietly he could barely hear you “yeah?” He says with puffy pink lips and lust in his eyes “can we not have sex?” You say nervously. You didn’t want to have sex with him only because of how your ex used to treat you. It was just to triggering for you

“Y/n, I would never push you to anything you didn’t want to do” “if you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I promise it doesn’t bother me. I’m just happy to be kissing you” he says reassuring you so you wouldn’t get even more nervous or cry

“Thank you” you say. And with that he puts his hand on the back of your neck pulling you down softly to kiss him again. Why were you kissing Chris? Why did you feel good about it? You were supposed to hate him. What would Nick do if he saw this? Why are you enjoying it?

All the thoughts ran through your head. But the biggest one was what Chris felt like when he kissed you. It was passionate, sweet and soft, but strong and hungry. But why was he kissing you? God this wasn’t right. You knew it wasn’t, but you couldn’t get enough.

You starting you pull your hands from his neck down to his chest, running your cold hands up and down his warm chest. He hummed into your kiss from this telling you he liked it. His hands ran from your chin to down your arms and stopped at your waist.

He started to guide your waist moving it back and forth on him, grinding you down on him. You started to feel his bulge growing. He moved you faster and his kisses trailed back down to you neck

You both knew you weren’t going to have sex, but you wanted to help him get off. You slowing stopped kissing him, getting off his lap and told him to sit at the edge of his bed.

You looked at him while you got on your knees in between his thighs. You put your hands at the edge of his sweats and boxers looking at him your consent. He nodded and you pulled his sweat and boxers down his legs.

His bulge sprung out hitting his happy-trail. He hissed as the cold air hit him. You looked at him wondering how you were gonna fit all oh him in your mouth, but you were never one to back down from a challenge.

With that you took him in your hands. Circling his tip collecting the precum. Then rubbing it up and down him. You brought you mouth close to his tip giving it a kiss, then taking it in your mouth.

He bucked up his hips needed more than what you were giving him. With that you took as much of him in your mouth as you could, using your hand for what didn’t fit. Your head bobbing up and down. His hands went to your hair tugging on it slightly.

Quite moans and groans let his mouth. He gripped your hair tighter as you went faster. “I’m not gonna last long” he said in between his groans. Hearing that made you go even faster. “F-fuck” he said guiding your head on him.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it” “I have to cum” he said whimpering. He was a mess underneath you, a whimpery, whiny, mess. He groaned on more time, but this time it was loud, and his cum shot down your throat. It seeped out of you mouth and you tried to get as much as you could before pulling off him

He looked at you in awe before wiping the sides of your mouth while you fell back on your butt. “Fuck I didn’t know you were that good” he said. You laughed “no I’m serious like I’ve never came that hard in my life” he said with a straight face

You both got up walking to his bathroom. You sat on the countertop while he cleaned himself up, getting a new pair of sweats and boxers. Then grabbing you off the counter and kissing you one last time.

“I have to get back to Nick, he’s gonna wake up and realize I’m gone” you says whispering looking up and him while his hand trailed your waist “Ok, I’ll see you in the morning” he said giving you one last kiss “goodnight” you said “goodnight y/n” he said before you left his room and headed back to nicks.

🌸🌸🌸

A/n: yall this was NOT a short story lmaoooo but anyways i hope yall enjoyed it and im working on part 3 of caught right now so dont worry, its coming soon‼️‼️

@miloisdone1 @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @chr1sgirl4life @starsturniolo @miloisdone1 @mattsaq @evie-sturns @worldlxvlys

[cosmicobubisi]

Cosmic's Malleyuu Whump vs Flufftober Day 3

wrongfully arrested | "I warned you" / Favorite Scent

They didn't know how they'd gotten here.

It had all been a mistake. Just someone in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Was this an error, somehow? Had they slipped through the cracks of some system, or was this a possible case of mistaken identity?

Right now, it didn't matter. No one was coming to save them. They couldn't call for help, because their phone had been kicked across the floor by their captor.

"Yuu," that very captor grumbled.

What was his intention? To rip them to shreds, devour them whole? To hold them hostage, and random them off? Yuu didn't have anything valuable, any it's not like they were worth much.

"Yuu," that rich voice rumbled again.

They didn't even know if the best move was to fight back, or let their captor have their way with them. Which move would give them the best chance at-

"Yuu."

They jumped a bit in the arms of their kidnapper.

"What?" they bit back.

"What are you thinking about?" he grumbled, straight into their neck. Malleus's breath tickled the hair on their neck.

"Oh, I was just monologing to myself," said Yuu.

Ok, maybe they did have some clue of how they'd ended up here.

Not very many, though. All they'd gotten a few days ago, aside from stood up, was a cryptic text message telling them he wasn't showing up to their usual walk tonight, and not to come by.

Yuu hadn't taken that lying down, and had insisted on having some sort of face-to-face conversation, which had caused them to head to Diasomnia.

They'd believed him to be running from their budding connection, and that had made Yuu awfully upset.

Yuu had already freaked out about it on their own, with their friends. Malleus wasn't allowed to freak out now.

Speaking of their friends, their phone rang, and Malleus gave off an unhappy groan.

"Let me grab my phone. No one ever calls me unless they're dying, or they think I'm dying."

"I warned you," he mumbled, yanking them back quite harshly.

He did. He said not to come by.

Apparently, he'd been hit with some sort of magnetism spell, and needed constant touch. He, and the rest of Diasomnia, knew he'd want Yuu first, so he'd told them not to swing by so as to not create any trouble while the spell worked its way out of his body.

When his dormmates wouldn't let Yuu see him, or even let them wait in the common area, Yuu... may have taken it more than a little personally.

Maybe they'd stomped away, and walked the perimeter of the dorm with Goodram, one of the few beastmen in Diasomnia, heckling them as they tried to look for the third year floor and then for Malleus's window.

It was almost surprising to see how much Diasomina had rallied around their dorm leader, but it also warmed Yuu's heart. They knew Malleus had expressed a lot of insecurity at his role, feeling a distance between him and his perceived subordinates, but at least Yuu knew they were for sure loyal.

Anyways, after calling for Malleus a few times, he'd ended up poking his head out of his window, and Yuu had gotten a glimpse at him. The next moment, they'd been in his room, snuggled up with him in bed, and then Malleus had explained the whole potion thing.

"C'mon," whined Yuu. "The sooner I answer, the sooner it goes quiet. Just let me let them know I live."

Malleus groaned, but summoned the phone in his hands and practically threw it into Yuu's hands. They picked up.

"Hello?" they said.

"Yuu! Are you ok? What's wrong?" It was Ace's panicked voice.

"Oh, I'm all good now! Thanks for checking in," they quickly replied.

"Yuu." They thought that tone was trouble. "You said you were arrested."

"Well," they said, "I was being detained."

"Ugh. Whatever. Call me back later."

"Bye," they said, "and I really am glad you called."

Ace didn't say anything before the phone clicked, but Yuu could basically hear his sideways smile.

"Mmmmm," said Malleus. "Finally. You know, your intoxicating scent drives me to madness."

"Yeah," said Yuu, as Malleus started nuzzling at him. "I can tell."

[kayhi808]

Neighbors - Morning After

Masterlist Previous

You wake to the blinding morning light streaming in through your bedroom window. With a groan, you burrow under your comforter trying to hold on to sleep. Your mind lazily wanders back to Bucky.

Flipping over, you find an empty bed. There's no warm body buried under the covers with you. You pull his pillow towards you to hug, inhaling the smell of him. Rolling over onto your back, staring at the ceiling above, replaying the events from the night before. Your crush on Bucky Barnes just got ramped up to 100! "If you want me, I'm yours." You can still feel his lips at your temple & his hands squeezing your hips. Did he mean just for the night...? ...for now? ...forever?

The butterflies circle your belly & forces you out of bed. You check your phone to see if he sent you a text, but there's nothing. Throwing on an oversized sweatshirt, you go to your living room, hoping Bucky was still around, but its empty. Did he sneak away early in the morning with regrets? He didn't wake you to say good-bye. A little disappointed, you jump in the shower to start your day, refusing to let yourself over-think this.

*****

Thinking you'll get a run in on the treadmill, you dress in shorts & the sweatshirt. As you finish dressing, you hear the front door open. Grabbing your tennis racket from the corner of your room, you creep out to the living room, arms raised, ready to swing.

*****

Hearing footsteps behind the open door, Bucky peeks around it. "Whoa! Hang on!" Dropping your keys into the bowl by the front door, eyes wide, he raises his hand in surrender. Kicking the door shut with his foot; his other hand filled with a carrier of coffee cups & a bag you're guessing holds breakfast by the smell of it.

"JAMES BARNES!" Dropping your arm & racket, "Are you insane?! You gave me a heart attack!"

"I'm sorry!" You're still frowning & he lands a kiss at the corner of your mouth as you turn away from him. "Doll, forgive me. I bring you coffee and breakfast." He holds out a steaming cup to you. A small smile creeps to your lips. "That's my girl."

You take a sip. "I thought you left. No text. You didn't even wake me to say good-bye." Leading Bucky to the dining table, you take a seat as he drops the bag of food.

"I thought I'd be back before you woke up. It took longer than I expected. Besides, nothing was going to wake you. You were out. If your snores didn't wake..."

"I do NOT snore!" Gasping in indignation, "That's a lie! Take it back!" You kick a leg out at him which he easily catches. His Vibranium fingers wrapping around your ankle like a vise. Realizing your mistake, you quickly place your cup down. Bucky raises your leg, making you fall back against your chair, sliding down, "Bucky!"

Bucky laughs. You always feel so much pride when you make him laugh. He's always so surly & sullen looking. His laughter & smile changes his whole demeanor. But this time you want to throttle him until he turns his head, bending down to kiss your calf, trailing kisses up your leg.

Your cheeks warm, "Bucky, stop." Your breathless whisper just brings a larger smile to his face.

He moves to stand between your legs, releasing your ankle. You scoot up on your seat & he places a kiss on your neck whispering, "Ok, maybe not a snore. You were purring."

Grabbing his face between your hands & pulling him in for a kiss, his tongue playing with yours, "I can live with that. I purr."

He stands & starts unpacking the food he brought. "I didn't know what you wanted."

"Oh my gosh! How much did you buy?"

"A little bit of everything. Whatever you don't finish, I will. We missed out on dinner & we...we wiped each other out last night," nodding his head & giving you a proud smile. You feel your cheeks warm & you bite your lip trying not to return his smile. Failing miserably. "I woke up starving, so I thought I'd run out & get us breakfast."

Laughing up at him, "Thank you. This was sweet of you." Tilting your head back, he lands a kiss on your lips.

It was such a nice feeling to have someone take care of you like this. He brought you a buffet; from fruits to pancakes, to eggs & bacon, to sausage & hashbrowns. You ate your fill & true to his word, he finished the rest. His super serum giving him a quick metabolism.

"Stark is holding a New Years Eve party. Will you be back for New Years?" You had discussed earlier that you'll be out of the city visiting family & he was going to Louisiana to spend Christmas with Sam & his sister.

"I'll be back."

"Would you like to go with me?"

You don't even bother hiding your smile this time. "You sure you want to introduce me to everyone?"

"Doll, I can't wait."

"Then I'd love to."

[bunniesghost]

'*•.¸♡ This Feels Nice ♡¸.•*'

Simon “Ghost” Riley X Reader

Warnings: Abusive Parent, accidentally cutting yourself with a knife, almost having a panic attack, Fluffy reader, Fluffy Simon

Summary: After a month of moving into an apartment that you were supposed to be sharing with a roommate that you have only seen once. You’re woken up by the sound of knocking at the door in the middle of the night. It is your roommate. You get to know more until you see someone who you wished to never see again. Simon tries to help you calm down.

A/N: omg y’all are so nice!! Thank you for enjoying my first piece of work!! Hope y’all enjoy this next chapter!! This is obviously a slow burn so buckle up. ALSO THIS WILL BECOME A PREGNANCY AU SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT TROPE, YOU SHOULD STOP READING

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After moving out of your childhood home, you have never felt so much relief. You could tell you were so much happier and your friends did as well.

Going out more to have fun instead of just

going out to be out of the house where your mom was.

You have also really enjoyed your new hobby of decorating the apartment. Not going too into your style to not make it seem like you took over Simon's space.

Simon. Someone you haven’t seen since you first moved in. You kept thinking that something happened to him but you became his emergency contact, and haven’t been told anything. You did find it weird that he didn’t have one. Does he not have family or friends? Maybe you could ask him that next time he comes home.

If he ever did.

You tried not to worry about it. Instead you tried to make his home seem like an actual home and not some place of rest when he’s not on deployment.

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It was getting late and you were done scrolling on your phone. Adjusting yourself in a comfortable position to fall asleep. You closed your eyes and went to sleep.

Bang Bang bang

You opened your eyes wide and alert.

“Oh my god, I need a knife.” You whispered to yourself

You got up from your bed, sliding your slippers on and walking carefully to not make your steps heard.

Walking into the kitchen and going straight to the knife block and grabbing one of the big ones.

Bang Bang Bang

You jumped with the knife in hand. Almost dropping it.

Oh my god calm down

You make your way to the door and tipi toe to look over the peephole.

Oh, it’s Simon

Embarrassed, you put the knife behind your back. And unlocked the door. You push back the door and he walks in.

“Welcome home.” You say in a quiet voice.

He hummed a response.

He took off his coat and boots and started walking to his room.

You just stare at his back descending. You Decide to put the knife away feeling silly that you thought someone was going to harm you.

As you move the knife from your back, you end up sliding it against the bottom of your bicep and make a small cut.

A small squak comes out of you and Simon stops in his tracks. He just stands there and you behind him with eyes wide, scared of him turning around to you just holding a big knife.

He doesn't know if he should turn around or just keep walking.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he kept walking and went into his room.

Great now you have to take care of a cut.

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You wake up to the sun shining through your windows, something you haven’t seen in a week since it’s been raining. You get up to get ready for school. Doing your morning routine now at 7am instead of 5am, since you have time to actually enjoy your home now.

As you walk into the living room you see Simon washing some dishes. Ones you bought since he only had a set of one.

“Oh, Good morning!”

“Morning” he said, not looking at you.

You grab your keys and start to open the door.

“Are you not going to eat breakfast? Simon asked

“Oh I’m meeting a friend to go to a cafe.”

“Oh ok.” Simon said before turning on the water again.

“Bye!” You said before closing the door

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“So he’s finally back?” Asked your friend

“Yeah, we haven’t really talked much but he asked about me eating breakfast before I left.”

“Oh so he cares, ok I’m not worried then.”

“Don’t start with this could be a love interest for me because I don’t know him.” You told your friend he always wanted you to find a love interest.

“I mean it’s a sign that someone cares about your well being when they know you haven’t eaten.”

“Please don’t start with your major scientific facts. Let’s finish up so we’re not late to class.” You told her finishing your smoothie.

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It’s around 4pm when you come back home. You and your friend went shopping and you found a cute Ghost plushie. Another addition to your plushie collection.

You find Simon sitting on the sofa, reading a book.

He puts it down to look up at you.

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

“Do you like the decorations? I hope I didn’t go overboard with them?” You asked Simon, wanting to know what he thought of you taking over his space.

“Um..it makes it seem like a home.” Simon told you. Talking to you with eye contact.

“That’s what I was going for!” You told him with big eyes, clearly proud of yourself.

“Yeah, I like it.” He said, going back to his book.

“Wanna see what I bought? It’s a ghost!” You not finish with your conversation with your roommate that you barely know, You pull out the plush from your bag.

He looks up with big eyes and then calms his face when he sees a Ghost plushie.

“I fell in love when I saw him!” You look at the plush with a smile.

“Him? You use pronouns with inanimate objects?” Simon asks you with a confused face.

“Yeah, I see them like my babies.”

Simon just stares at you.

“What?” You tell him with a confused face.

“Nothing…”

“Ok…what are you reading?” You ask him, walking closer to him.

“Just some book that I want to burn because its writing makes no sense!” Simon said clearly getting mad the more he talks about it.

You take the book from his hands and read over the cover.

“This is a romance book! I didn’t expect you to be a romance reader.” You said with a shocked face.

“I’m not, someone recommended it to me and I regret taking advice from him.” Simon said as he put his hands over his face.

“Well, do you wanna do something to get your mind off it?” You’ve been meaning to check out the park across the street from you.

“I guess. What do you have in mind?” He asked you, getting up.

“We can go on a walk in that park across the street. Or something else if you don’t want t-“

“Sure.” He cut you off as you started to back track.

“Oh ok, let me change so we can go!” You started walking to your room.

You put on a comfortable outfit and open the door. You find Simon coming out of his room too, with a jacket on and a black balaclava.

“Is it that cold outside?” You asked, wondering if the weather went down that fast, since you were out.

He didn’t answer you.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You and Simon got to know each other while at the park. Going around the big park 3 times before finally going out, into a coffee shop.

“So do you have a girlfriend?” You asked him after you ordered.

He got tea.

“No.”

“Really? You’re honestly attractive so I assumed that you did.”

Simon tensed up at that but you didn’t notice.

“Do you have any siblings?”

Simon sighed

“Their not in my lif-“

“Can we go.” You blurted out really fast. Trying to hide behind him.

Simon looked down at you when he saw a scared look on your face, staring at something. Someone.

He looked over at the direction you were looking. A middle aged woman who was walking up to the counter with a man.

Simon didn’t ask any questions and just started walking towards the door. You made your way behind him trying to hide behind his big body.

As you were walking out the door now up front when you passed her, the barista called your name.

“Y/n”

You stopped in your tracks. Simon pushed you out the door frame and let the door close. He went back for the drinks. Then back to you.

You weren’t anywhere in sight. Till you came behind a pillar.

You looked small. Fist closed and up on your chest. You look distressed.

“S-sorry..” you apologized with a shaky voice.

“Don’t apologize, let’s go home.” Simon handed you your drink.

You saw your mom. You panicked and wanted to just disappear.

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When you got inside the apartment, you just stood there. Unsure what to do. Simon slid off his coat and looked at you.

“Do you wanna watch a movie to think of something else?” Simon asked cautiously.

“Um….sure..” you just wanted to sink in your bed and cry, but you wanted to try different methods to cope.

You went to your room, to change out of your clothes. Changing into some fluffy pajama pants with a cute design on them. Just put on an oversized shirt and your slippers and walked out. Simon was in the living room with the lights off, as he was getting blankets out of the blanket basket you got. Fluffy blankets being pulled out, that had more cute designs on them.

You walked up to the sofa and sat down. Simon put a blanket over you, which surprised you. He then handed you your Ghost plushie. You didn’t realize you forgot to grab it again.

“What happened to your arm?” Simon asked out of nowhere.

“O-oh I accidentally cut myself on..a sharp object.”

How were you supposed to tell him that you had a knife behind you when you opened the door for him.

He hummed back a response.

He sat down at the other end and started scrolling.

This felt nice.

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You decided on watching Howls moving Castle.

This felt really nice. Honestly really liking that he suggested doing this.

You look over at him, face bare now with no balaclava on.

He slowly started to move his eyes to the side to look at you.

You looked back to the screen, now face flushing red for getting caught.

This Felt Nice.

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[yourimaginationrealm]

You: „So you drive to Altissia and come back as a married man? I can’t believe this.“

Noctis: „Hm.. well, I can’t believe this either.“

You: „Marrying Lady Lunafreya… You are so lucky.“

Noctis: „I wouldn’t call myself this…“

You: „Why? Luna is pretty, sympathetic, charismatic and much more… You know her even. Could be worse. Half of the guys from the world are jealous of you. Haaa… Oh! Or do you prefer the other side? I knew it! You want to marry Prompto.

Noctis scoffs and smiles while looking to Prompto:

„Sure, I am all in for that Chocobohead…“ he jokes and continues more serious,

“ You know…“ he looks first away and than at you.

„I prefer to choose…“

You sigh: „ I am sorry to hear that. The crown is a burden especially at political arrangements…

Noctis: „Don’t be… worry more to find a righteous man for yourself!“

You: „Pah! Don’t worry, I got plenty!“

Noctis: „Not before I give my blessings!“

You: „Hey, that is still my choice!“

Noctis: „While I am the prince or soon king, I decide if he is worthy or not!“

You: „Seriously, Noct?“

Noctis: „I am joking but don’t take an asshole as your partner, ok? They should treat you right. Promise me this…“

You: „You way to serious now… but I promise you. Then,… have a nice trip and treat Lunafreya right…“

Noctis: „Why would you..?“

You: „Don’t mop around. Don’t fall asleep everywhere and eat your vegetables.“

Noctis: „Yes, mom…. So I need to go now if I don’t want to be late. Wouldn’t make a good impression.“

You : „Right! That is the spirit!“ You look at him with somewhat a heavy heart. Noctis turns to you with the same look.

Noctis: „Well then,…“ before he can leave you on the stairs from his home in Insomnia, you give him an bone breaking hug.

Noctis: „Woah! Easy or I can not attend my- Y/N…“

His heart falls. He feels your tears rolling on his neck. He wants to see your face but you still hold him.

You: „ j-Just a moment.“ Your voice trembles as you speak and hold on all your tears.

Noctis: „Hey, it is alright if you cry.“ He jumps over his word so that he is not the one weeping. You soften your grip so he takes a look into your teary eyes.

Ignis: „Noct?!“

Noctis: „Coming!… Y/N, I…“

You: „No, I am alright, Noct! I just sad I can be there…“ the last part is hard to speak because it is a lie…

You would be devastated to watch him marry another woman.

„You need to go. Lunafreya is waiting…“ You send him a smile while he walks down the stairs.

„Be Safe!“ You call out as he climbs into the car.

„You too!“

„I am safe here in Insomnia!“

„I know!“ Little does he know what would happen the upcoming night.

He sees you the last time through the car window waving good bye. Ignis, Prompto and Gladio sit in silence knowing their feeling for each other. He sighs as he hung his head down and touches the fore seat. The world can be cruel …

“Y/N…” he mutters as he imagines your smiling face while calling his name.

It should be you waiting for him, wearing this dress , walking down the aisle towards him, kissing him and being his queen to rule Insomnia.

[nburkhardt]

Lower The Noise (Won’t Be Putting My Heart on Display)

The moment Steve Harrington realizes he’s in love isn’t some grand moment. It’s the littlest of things, nearly the stupidest thing if he’s being honest.

But he can feel his heart beat faster, his mind start to race and it feels like he can hardly breathe. His palms get clammy and he can feel his eyes tear up just enough, that he knows exactly what’s going on in his racing mind and beating heart.

He’s in love with Eddie Munson.

Now, don’t get it wrong, it’s not that he’s upset with this information. He’s not. Really, he’s not that upset. At least… maybe he is a little bit. Just, Steve knows what happens now. He knows, ok?

Steve falls in love, and the one he loves…leaves.

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They’re just dropping off the kids. Eddie’s in the front seat twisted around to glare at Lucas about something dnd related that Steve vaguely knows and understands. They’ve been arguing over some move since they got in the car, the only ones not speaking is Mike and Dustin, too busy watching Lucas try and fail at defending himself.

Steve is failing at hiding his smile as he drives, listening to it all as he comes to a stop in front of Lucas’ and Mike’s houses.

“Shut it, Sinclair! You just can’t handle that you fucked it up, suck it up” Eddie twists back around with a smirk, “now scram, brats!”

Mike rolls his eyes and jumps out, muttering a “thanks Steve” as he goes. Quickly followed by an upset Lucas, also giving a quick and quiet thanks. Then it’s just Dustin, who lives a little bit further away. Which gives Steve a little extra time with him and Eddie.

The drive to Dustin’s is short and the three of them are content to just sit quietly together listening to the tape Eddie shoved in at the start of the trip, Metallica’s Fade to Black playing but not at an ear-bleeding level.

It’s nice, Steve thinks to himself. He can hear Eddie humming along and beating his hands against his legs.

That’s when it hits. The minute the song fades and Trapped Under Ice starts playing, Eddie’s muttering, “Damn, I forgot how much I love this one” then he’s banging his head, despite the volume still being at a reasonable level.

Dustin’s in the backseat laughing his ass off, and Steve?

Steve’s silently freaking the fuck out.

He doesn’t know how. But somehow he manages to get to Dustin’s house and then away when the kid gets out with a happy thanks and promise to walkie tomorrow, if he needs a ride. Then muscle memory gets him back to driving Eddie home, all while his mind is racing and he’s freaking out.

“See you tomorrow, Steve?”

He glances over and finds Eddie hanging in the window now, his smile on display and his eyes shining.

Nodding, hopefully with a normal smile.

“Of course, man. Need a ride tomorrow too?”

Eddie shakes his wild hair, his smile still there and then, “nah, Wayne’s back with my van. I can even pick up the brats, give Mama Bear a break!” He ends it with a wink, laughing as he taps the door.

He laughs with him, praying the burning of his face isn’t showing. “Ha, thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Bye, Steve!”

He pulls away from the Munson home slowly, watching as Eddie digs in his pocket for his key and entering the house.

Somehow he makes it home even in his panic. He slams the door, locking it before falling against it and down to the floor. Head in his shaking hands, his heart pounding in his chest and his throat tightening from his panic. Mind racing with all the moments with Eddie.

How sweet the metal head is, how selfless, kind and nerdy he can be. How his smile looks pointed in Steve’s direction. How his voice sounds like music to him, his laugh even better. How he’s never afraid to be himself and how amazing he is with the kids.

Tears well up in his eyes and he chokes back a sob. Before he realizes it, his sobs break through and there’s a nasty voice in the back of his head calling him a crybaby.

A normal person would be happy with something like this. A normal person would immediately take this information and tell their friends, their family and the person they’re in love with. A normal person wouldn’t be freaking out and crying about it against their front door.

But Steve’s not a normal person, is he?

He’s unlovable.

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At ten years old, Steve Harrington overheard the neighbors speak about his parents.

“I just feel so bad for Janet, she doesn’t deserve this” one voice- a woman says with a sigh.

“What do you mean?” Another voice- a man says, “Janet Harrington?”

The woman lets out a hum and Little-Steve can’t see but he can guess she’s nodding, “yeah, her husband is a cheating asshole and she’s stuck with a little boy that’s probably going to be the same! I mean, he already looks like his father’s twin”

Little-Steve frowned at that, his gut twisting uncomfortably at the woman’s voice and he’s too young to really understand why.

“Well, I guess that’s unfortunate. But I don’t think their kid will be exactly like his father-“

The woman laughs and Little-Steve feels like maybe he should leave, but his feet are stuck to the spot, “Oh, honey, you don’t get it. Richard Harrington ruined Janet and I can guarantee, he’ll raise his son to do the same”

Little-Steve doesn’t understand the meaning.

He won’t truly understand until he’s fifteen and his mother is drunk one evening and spits, “Steven, you idiot! You’re going to grow up to be like your father, aren’t you!” To him when he told her about a girl he was thinking of asking out.

He really understands inside Tina’s bathroom when Nancy slurs out, “like we’re in love” and “bullshit!” at him when he’s sixteen.

Then at eighteen, high off the Russian drugs, admitting to Robin that he’s crushing on her and she quietly admits her own crush on another girl.

Ten year old Steve first heard it. But it wasn’t until he was nineteen that he accepts that he’s unloveable.

But, Twenty year old Steve, completely unaware…falls in love with Eddie Munson.

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It’s been a month since the realization and his breakdown.

He hasn’t told anyone. It’s locked up tight in his heart, that just keeps bleeding for Eddie. He’s had two other nights freaking out over the realization.

None of the group has said anything to him about him acting weird, so he thinks he’s safe and lucky they aren’t pushing him. Not even Robin, who usually can read him like a book.

Platonic soulmates and all that. And Steve has realized, all he’s going to get in life is platonic relationships. It’s a tough pill to swallow, because he loves too much and he knows, that all anyone wants with him is never anything more than platonic or maybe, just sexual. But it’s never what he wants, which is to be loved back, loved like how he loves.

A bang breaks him from his thoughts and he flinches so hard, he drops the tape on the ground. Looking up, he finds the kids all standing around him with curiosity and annoyance on their faces.

“What?”

He’s at work, and he just started and these kids know that. So, he’s a little confused at why they’re annoyed at him already.

Dustin rolls his eyes along with the rest, “what’s wrong with you?”

He freezes and his mouth drops, because, what? “What?”

This time, Max says something, “You’ve been weird all month. Weirder than normal, Steve.”

His legs are starting to burn from his crouch, so he gets up and drags the cart around so he can look away from them, “what the fuck does that mean?”

“You’ve been acting weird since you took us all home from hellfire last month, dude.” Lucas speaks up, “did something happen with Eddie after we were gone?”

He bumps into a rack and nearly trips over his cart as he chokes at what Lucas said and that must have tipped the kids off, because next thing he knows, all of them are speaking at once and he can feel his heart pounding.

These fucking meddling teens, who can’t keep quiet or ignore things.

His mind is racing and he’s trying to think back to all month. Has he acted weird? Who else can tell? Or are the kids just overthinking things themselves?

Because there is no way he’s telling a bunch of teens his problems. Especially these teenagers, no matter how much he likes and trusts them.

Both because, he’s afraid of what they’ll think of him being in love with Eddie and if they’ll do what everyone else does in his life and that’s leave. He might’ve been protecting them for the last few years, but he’s still the odd one out.

He’s shaken out of his head by someone snapping their fingers and there’s Max standing in front of him- towering over him, actually. When did he get to the floor?

“Door’s locked now, with the sign on.” Mike says and he sees the kid stick his hands in his pants, “What’s his problem?”

Max and Dustin shake their heads and- when did they get in front of him?

“Steve, what’s going on?”

He shakes his head, he can’t and won’t say it.

They all frown, including Mike, who usually avoids him. Steve knows the younger Wheeler doesn’t like him, at least he hasn’t for a while.

“Steve, buddy, something’s wrong, we can tell” Dustin says quietly, a hand on his arm and his eyes are searching his face, “You can tell us, we’re your friends. We won’t judge you”

He lets out a shaky breath and he pulls his legs to his chest, he’s twenty years old and he’s breaking down in front of teenagers.

It’s been a month, he hasn’t spoken the words out loud. Too afraid that just saying the words will cause Eddie to know and for him to break his heart, like everyone else in his life.

He can hear banging on the windows and he feels tears go down his face, Lucas and Mike walk away and he can’t hear whoever was banging, it’s just himself with Max and Dustin now.

“Steve-“

He doesn’t know who says it, but it makes him sob. He’s twenty years old and he’s sobbing in front of fifteen year olds. All because he’s in love with someone and he knows, ok?

He knows.

Steve Harrington is only meant for friendship and nothing else. He’s only meant to be here because he’s useful. And when he’s in love with someone, they leave or they stay but break his heart by staying only within arms reach. No one will love him, like how he loves.

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

He freezes and blinks back tears to see Max and Dustin with broken, sad looks. It’s then that he realizes in his breakdown, he was speaking out loud and for people to hear what his broken stupid brain and heart thinks.

“Steve, tell me you don’t believe that do you?”

He looks away from Dustin, not wanting to see the look anymore, mumbling out, “it’s true, I- I’m unlovable and I’ve tried and I know, ok?”

The store is quiet now, except for his breathing and his heart beating stupid fast. Because he said something he swore to keep to himself. Not only that but he said it to the kids, the ones that are so important to him and now it’s ruined- they know the truth.

It feels like a lifetime passes and his sobs die down enough for him to wipe his eyes and he avoids looking at the kids, “You guys can leave- I’ll be fine.”

He doesn’t exactly see them, because he’s still avoiding looking. But he can just tell Max is shaking her head and Dustin lets out a huff, “No. no you aren’t fine, Steve, you said some concerning things just now,”

“Concerning?”

Steve completely freezes at that voice and he tightens his arms as he glances up to find the one he didn’t need to be here.

There’s Eddie standing just behind Dustin and Max, Lucas and Mike next to him equally confused.

He’s staring up at Eddie with wide eyes and red puffy cheeks from the sobbing and all his words are failing him.

“I don’t think he meant to say anything out loud but it was concerning to the point where I’m not leaving him alone with his thoughts” Dustin says, “because you’re my best friend, Steve. That means I love you, even if you don’t believe it”

Shaking his head he snaps his eyes to Dustin, “That’s- you don’t get it” he hisses at him, at all of them, because they really don’t get it and he’s just so tired.

He’s so frustrated with himself.

“Then explain it! Because all of us love you, and not just because you’re useful! You’re plenty loveable, Steve.” Dustin nearly shouts at him, a glare on his face.

Glaring back, his jaw clenched, he wonders for just a moment about what to say.

“Everyone I’ve ever loved, fucking left me.” He snaps back, feeling too heavy. Ignoring everyone around him, just looking at Dustin, the only one who actually wanted his help. His first real friend, and he’s going to ruin it. He knows it and he’s already planning on doing the running this time, “I tried, ok? I tried so fucking hard to not fall in love this time. I didn’t want to and I realized I was already in love with them. But I can’t, ok? Because they’re going to leave. My heart is too weak and bleeding, Dustin.”

He gets up on his shaky legs and turns away from them, “I’m unlovable and everyone leaves. My parents, Nancy tore my heart apart and Robin gently put me down, but it still hurt. So, I’m not letting myself get broken this time. I don’t want to ruin a perfectly happy friendship over my stupidity”

Without making it obvious, he quickly and clearly looks towards Eddie before making his way to the back room. He might’ve sobbed in front of Dustin and Max, but he doesn’t want to break down further.

He’ll do that by himself, much like the other times. Steve is meant to be alone, anyway.

~~

Jolting awake, he looks around and finds himself still in the back room of Family Video.

His head is pounding and he falls back on the chair, glancing at the clock, it glaring at him saying it’s well past closing.

“Well, good morning”

Eyes nearly popping out of his head, he jolts upright and finds Eddie sitting across from him.

“What-what are you doing here?”

Eddie shakes his head and tilts his head to the side, “do you want me to lie or to tell you the truth?”

Confused, he opens his mouth and closes it before just nodding. Speechless.

Eddie drops his legs onto the floor and looks at him with a smile, “well, the lie would be that my van got stolen and you’re my ride now. The truth? I’m concerned and forced my way in here, locking the kids out and bribed them to get out of here. That was” he looked down at his watch, “three hours ago, gotta say, Steve. Having two breakdowns in thirty minutes is a lot, I’m surprised”

He snorts, without thinking. His brain slow from the headache. His heart, though, is beating like crazy.

“Yeah, well, I just ruined one of the only good things in my life. So,” he shrugged before looking at the ground, “but I’ll be fine. You can go-“

Eddie let’s out a ‘tsk tsk’ and stands up, just to sit next to him, a hand on his shoulder to hold him in place.

“Now, Stevie. You don’t get it, clearly.” Eddie starts, “Dustin filled me in on what you said, and he’s right, it’s very concerning. Clearly your parents fucked your head up and Nancy really did tear your heart apart for you to believe you’re unloveable.”

Shaking his head, he looks away from Eddie. Hoping his heart is only loud to himself, “Eddie, I- I don’t need-“

“Don’t need what? Someone to help you realize your brain is fucking stupid? Don’t need me here to listen to you?” Eddie takes his hand off his shoulder, “come on Steve, let me help”

Steve doesn’t know what to say, his heart is beating at an alarming rate and his head is screaming at him to stay quiet. The nasty voice in the back of his head whispering that it’s all a trick, that Eddie will leave him immediately.

But, maybe?

Maybe he can be like Eddie, brave and unapologetically himself. Not afraid to show his feelings.

Though, he doesn’t think he can handle being told again that the person he’s in love with isn’t and can’t be in love with him. This, this time will break him. He can’t be around all this rejection.

“Hey, Stevie, come back to me. Get out of your head.” Eddie whispers to him and oh so gently places his hand on his face and forces eye contact, “there you are”

He chokes on a sob and his eyes well back up, “I love you” he whispers it, hoping and praying that maybe this is a fucked up dream. Closing his eyes, “I’m in love with you and, and I can’t help it, I’m sorry”

There, it’s been a month and he said the words not only out loud but in front of Eddie.

Eddie who’s silent and Eddie’s hand hasn’t left his face. Steve doesn’t know what this means, his tears falling down his face and his heart is impossibly fast and the nasty voice in his head is laughing a bitter sound.

This is why he should leave, he needs to leave, needs to-

“Steve, look at me” Eddie’s voice doesn’t sound angry, the hand pushing his face back towards him but he has his eyes shut tight, “Steve, please”

He’s a weak, weak man.

Opening his eyes, he finds Eddie’s face is red and tears in his eyes but there’s a smile on his face. “Why are you sorry?” He whispers it, and Steve doesn’t know what it means.

“I-“ he starts and he shuts his mouth, trying to find the words. “Didn’t mean to?”

That startles a laugh out of Eddie, he shakes his head and moves his other hand to Steve’s face, nearly squashing his face. And, well, Eddie’s laugh is something that always makes him smile.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie starts and loosens the grip on his face, “I’m not at all sorry to say, that I’m in love with you.”

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We’re gonna end it there! This was completely based around the song “Charlie Be Quiet!” By Charlie Puth. You listen to the song and tell me it doesn’t sound like a thought process from Steve. The ending is open so you can imagine Eddie pulling Steve for a kiss after. But it’s also open for myself if I decide to add more to it.

The middle part with little-Steve was rough. I didn’t know how I wanted to write it without it being a repeat of fics I’ve read. Also it’s hard to write about a 10yr old’s thought process when I haven’t been that age for 17 years now 😅 but I kinda figured a 10yr old would remember something better than a kid even younger.

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@marcyyywukinnie asked: Hi could you make a fanfic Yandare Blitzo x reader x Yandare Stolas where they just fight about reader, before coming to terms that theyll share them??

I am soooooooo sorry about how late this is!!! I really am. Life's been really hectic and I went through a very depressive episode but I promise to be on top of stuff more often! I really hope you like it! ❤ Sorry if its not really enough fighting per say. 😅

TW: Demons, Hell, Blood, Arguing, Cursing (lots of it), Mentions of kidnapping, Stalking, and other yandere themes.

"Damn that was a fuck ton of clients!!!" Millie jumped up into Moxxie's arms pumped and covered in blood. "Yea it was and it was so fucking awesome! But I think imma head in for the night." You're the newest member of I.M.P. A few days ago you saw their help wanted poster and decided you needed the extra money so you decided to join. You got along really well with Moxxie, Millie and surprisingly Loona. The only person who doesn't seem to like you is Blitzo. He was always staring at you. Watching your every move like he's waiting for you to do something wrong. So you always tend to keep your distance.

"Yea I think me and Millie have had enough excitement for today as well. Goodbye sir! Goodbye Y/N!" "Bye Blizto! Bye N/N!" Moxxie and Millie wave goodbye as they leave. "Whatever, bye." Loona continues on reading her magazine. "Bye guys!" You wave goodbye to them sweetly. "Bye lovebirds! Don't get too kinky while I'm away!" You can almost hear Moxxie rolling his eyes at those words and you chuckle. Now its just you, Loona and... Blitzo. Though your back is turned you can feel his eyes burning into info our skin, its very unsettling so with out turning around you decided to say your goodbyes and leave. "Bye Blitzo! Bye Loona!" "Bye dork." Blitzo doesnt say anything and you start to walk off sill feeling his gaze on you. Suddenly he says "See you soon Y/N"

You got home and were extremely exhausted as you flopped down onto your semi comfortable bed. Due to only recently having a job you dont have that much money to buy yourself a nice place so for right now you're stuck in this crummy apartment. Even though you didnt mind your situation someone else did.

Stolas has been watching you from the day he saw you in the I.M.P headquarters while he was visiting Blitzo. He's been obssessed with you ever since he saw you and has stalked you finding out your likes, habits, dislikes and everything else about you. He truly believes that you deserve so much better than what you have. He loves you and believes you deserve to be treated like a queen. A problem with that is that Blizto is also in love with you. Stolas notices the stares he give you and the longing look in his eyes. He's sure Blitzo has noticed his interest as well and thats probably why Blitzo hasnt spoken to him. But nevermind that.

You change into your PJ', get into bed and start scrolling through Helltok. "Ah shit its getting dark and I have to work tomorrow" you sigh. "I guess I should go to bed as Moxxie would say thats the responsible thing to do." You turn off your phone and go to bed. Stolas stares at you from the window wishing that he were next to you.

After a while he sees someone climbing onto your balcony. He's about to go stop him but then the two lock eyes. "Stolas?! The fuck are you doing here?!" He almost tumbles off the balcony from the surprise. "I should be asking you the same question Blitzo." "Look dipshit im doing the same thing you are but going inside." Blizto starts opening the window. "Wait! We shouldnt do that it invading her privacy." He goes to stop him but then Blitzo slaps his hand away. "Oh and stalking her isnt invading her privacy?! Look just leave ok if you dont wanna do this. Not like I want you stealing my girl anyways." He grumbles the last part but Stolas is able to hear him. "Well I sure as hell am not leaving her alone with you." "Then come in with me." He grabs Stolas's hand and stealthly brings him into the room. Stolas blushes at the sudden contact. 'Wait why'd he blush? What the hell is happening to him?'

You're dead asleep on the bed. "So smart ass what do we do now?" He tries to cover up the fact that grabbing Blitzo's hand made him blush. "We look around bird brain." They start looking around the crummy place, dodging the clothes thrown on the floor. Eventually after looking around for a while Blitzo decides to look your computer as Stolas watches you sleep peacefully. Out of the corner of his eye Stolas sees him breaking into your computer. "Hey!" He yells silently. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm looking through her computer dipshit." Blitzo rolls his eyes as though its obvious. "Well yes I know that but why?" "To make sure she ain't seeing some other loser."

Blitzo searches and suddenly stops dead in his tracks. "You need to see this birdie." They stare at the computer reading you're messages with some guy named Dennis. "Oh hell no" they growl out in unison. You whine and shift in your sleep as they go dead silent. Once they're sure you're not awake they continue. "We can't let this shit happen." Blitzo growls with malice. "I completely agree. This dirt bag isn't good enough for our Y/N." Stolas nods. "Wait, our?" "Well yes I suppose we'll need to team up to stop this guy and ensure that she stays with us. Is that an ok arrangement?" Stolas questions. "Yea.. Thatd be great." Blitzo looks down blushing madly.

[dorkszn]

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄 ✧ 𝐦. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

(i’m so bad at writing fluff 😭)

“hi, Miles!” you greet your boyfriend when he steps into his room. he yelps and jumps back, the shoulder of his jacket falling off. you chuckle from where you sit on his window sill. Miles scrambles to step into his room and shut the door.

“what are you doing here?” he finally questions after settling his nerves. a frown covers your face and you narrow your eyes at him. his eyes widen before he sighs. “right, sorry. hi babe. I’m happy to see you.” Miles corrects himself.

he steps towards you with his Jordans softly clicking against the floor. you lean forward and he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. miles then leans down and you do the same. “Ok. Like I said, what are you doing here? my parents are gonna be home soon.” he tells you.

“I know, I know but I wanted to stop by,” you explain. you stand up and rest chest to chest with miles. he swallows while staring at you. “also…” you drag out.

“also?” he repeats.

“I have a little surprise.” you hum.

“you do?”

“yep.” you nod with a smile. in one quick movement, you throw something over his head and listen to it hit the floor. you jump to his ceiling and find your way to your feet before hanging down.

Miles turns on his heel to inspect what you threw. “is that a mistletoe?” he asks.

“mhm-hmm.”

“But, why on the floor?”

“did you forget who we are, morales?” you scoff. you reach down and Miles takes your hand. you pull him up and follow your guidance as you lead him to the ceiling.

“If we stand here,” you murmur and push him a little bit forward. “we are under the mistletoe.”

“how long did you wait to do this?” Miles chuckles.

“not long,” you shrug. you step up to him so you're toe to toe. A few webs suddenly shoot out from your wrist, covering the doorknob and some of the door. “Early Merry Christmas, Miles.”

your fingers interlock behind Miles’s head as you wrap your arms around his neck. a shaky breath leaves his lips before Miles wraps his arms around your waist. “Merry Christmas, tonto.”

his lips are soft against yours but they move with a slight awkwardness. expected, Miles isn’t a great kisser… yet. you feel his hands move along your hips, slender fingers drawing circles on your skin.

“Miles?” you hear Rio’s voice. you and Miles immediately jump apart. “Miles? Are you okay in there?”

“uh, yeah, mamí! sorry!” he calls out. you jump down and dart to the window. you grab your mask and slide it onto your head.

“bye miles!” you whisper. Miles sighs and gives you a smile before waving. you pull on your mask and wave goodbye. the rush of the wind quickly hits your back after you let yourself fall back and drop.