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[wigglesdtuff]

Try and say that to me again

[allthingsfangirl101]

Home, But Not Really – Timothy McGee

Masterlist

The only thing Y/N can remember over the past few days was pain. Lots and lots of pain.

She lost track of how many days she's been gone. The team was working a case that involved a terrorist group targeting a specific Navy ship. Y/N was following a lead on a shipment they were keeping an eye on when she was grabbed. She had no idea where she was, how long she'd been here, or if the team was looking for her. All she could do was hope and pray that they were close. Y/N wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.

She wanted to cry when the door opened. She looked up and could barely distinguish the shape of someone entering the room.

"Please," Y/N whimpered. "I can't. . . I can't keep. . . Please."

She tried to get away when they walked into the room. They reached for her and she instantly shrieked.

"Y/N, it's me."

Y/N's eyesight was fuzzy but she could barely make out the face of McGee.

"Tim?" She asked, her voice breaking.

"Yeah," he chuckled as he knelt in front of her. "It's me."

Y/N jumped when someone moved behind him. "It's okay," he quickly tried to soothe. "It's DiNozzo and Gibbs. You're safe, Y/N."

Tears built up in her eyes as she looked between the three of her team members. She let out a rough sob, so rough it burned her throat. McGee quickly wrapped her in his arms, trying to get her to calm down.

"It's okay," McGee whispered. "You're alright. You're safe."

McGee didn't pull out of their embrace as DiNozzo and Gibbs got Y/N out of the chains. The second she was free, McGee slowly pulled her to her feet. Her legs gave out, but McGee caught her. Gibbs helped McGee carry Y/N out of the building.

The minute the team was outside, the EMTs took Y/N from them. The others stood close by as the EMTs looked Y/N over. They tried to get her to go to the hospital, but Y/N continually reassured them that she was fine. Not even Gibbs could talk her into going to the hospital. Instead, her team drove her home.

The second she got home, she went up and showered. Once she was done, she put on some fresh clothes and headed downstairs to make herself something to eat. Y/N was surprised when she walked downstairs to see them still there.

"What are you guys. . ." She stuttered when she saw Gibbs cooking. She looked over to see McGee and DiNozzo sitting on her couch, watching a random show. "Why are you guys still here?"

"We weren't just going to leave you," DiNozzo said with a small chuckle.

"You're staying?" Y/N asked.

"Yep!" DiNozzo said loudly.

"All night?"

"Until you feel safe," McGee said gently. Y/N turned around as Gibbs walked into the room.

"I made some dinner," he said. "I want you to eat and then you are going to bed."

"But I. . ."

"Non-negotiable, Y/L/N," Gibbs said with a small smile. "Now, come on. You need to eat and then you need rest."

Just like they said, the three men stayed with Y/N all night. Gibbs stayed awake, wanting to make sure his team was safe. He went over the last five days, connecting things they should've connected long before in order to find her.

The entire time Y/N was missing, Gibbs kept going over how he sent her alone. He never sends his team anywhere without backup. Why did he send Y/N?

Gibbs reached for his gun when he heard a noise. He turned and pointed his gun but froze when he saw it was McGee and DiNozzo.

"It's just us, boss," McGee said.

"Geez," DiNozzo chuckled. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"No," Gibbs shrugged. "And I won't get any until Y/N is better and feels safe."

"I am better and I am safe."

DiNozzo and McGee turned around to see Y/N standing in the doorway. She walked past them and into the kitchen.

"You boys want coffee?" She asked. "That was, of course, a rhetorical question for you, Gibbs."

Gibbs, McGee, and DiNozzo shared a look. "I want one of us with her until she comes back to work," Gibbs said under his breath so Y/N couldn't hear him.

"Until?" DiNozzo scoffed. "Come on, boss. We all know Y/N is coming back to work today and nothing we say will convince her otherwise."

"He has a point," McGee agreed. "Y/N is going to want all of us to believe that she's fine."

"Well, she isn't," Gibbs snapped. He thought about it for a minute before sighing. "Despite what she wants, I'm gonna tell her to take her time getting ready and heading into work. When she comes in, I want all of us to keep a close eye on her. I don't care what she says. She is not fine."

* * * * *

"Y/N!" Abby yelled as she came running into the room. When she didn't find her, she turned toward the team and pouted. "Where's Y/N?"

"She's on her way," Gibbs soothed her. "I told her to get some sleep and to take her time coming in."

Their conversation quickly ended when the elevator dinged. The team turned and waited for the doors to open. When they did, everyone started applauding as Y/N exited the elevator.

She readjusted her bag as she looked around the room. When Gibbs saw she was uncomfortable, he jogged over to her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Vance wants to debrief you," he whispered. Fear flashed across her face. "It's okay," he tried to soothe her. "I'll be with you the entire time." He took her bag from her and placed it on her desk as they walked to Vance's office.

Throughout the meeting, Gibbs and Vance got more and more uncomfortable as Y/N went through what happened to her the past five days. When she was done, the tension in the room was thick.

"Agent Y/L/N," Vance said gently, "I know this case is almost over, but I want you to take some time off."

"But I'm fine," Y/N stuttered.

"You need to rest," Vance pushed. "Take some time, Y/L/N. Just a week. Maybe two."

"I'm fine, Director," Y/N pushed back. "I can get back to work. We only found half the terrorist cell. We are still looking for the others. I believe McGee and DiNozzo have a lead we need to look into. Right, Gibbs?"

"They do," Gibbs said slowly. "But we can do this without you. You should take some time, Y/L/N."

"I'm fine," Y/N said for the third time as she stood up. "Can I get back to work, please?"

Vance and Gibbs shared a look before giving in. Neither one of them wanted Y/L/N to keep working, but they both knew they couldn't say anything to convince her to go home.

"Of course, Agent Y/L/N," Vance finally nodded. She started to leave but Vance stopped her. "Agent Y/L/N?"

"Yes, sir?"

"If you need to go home at any point during the rest of this case, you go. Don't even ask. Just tell Gibbs or myself and then go home."

Reader's POV

I left Vance's office, my stomach in knots. I kept my head down as I headed back to the squad room. When I glanced up, numerous people were watching and smiling at me. I walked toward my desk but didn't get there.

"Y/N!"

I gasped when someone wrapped their arms around me. I let out a forced laugh as I wrapped my arms around Abby.

"I'm so happy you're home!" She said, still speaking loudly. "I missed you. So much! So so so so so so much!"

"I missed you too, Abby."

I looked over to see McGee and DiNozzo watching us. "Alright, Abbs," Gibbs said, entering the room. "Let her breathe."

"Fine," Abby pouted as she slowly let me go. "But you and I are getting lunch today. And tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the day. . ."

"Abby," Gibbs said gently cutting her off. "You will have plenty of chances to take her to lunch. But we need to find the others involved in hurting her."

Abby instantly looked at me with soft eyes. She quickly gave me one last hug before jogging to her lab.

"Thank you," I mumbled to Gibbs before finally walking over and collapsing into my desk chair. I closed my eyes and could feel my team's eyes on me. "I'm fine," I said without opening my eyes.

"Don't you think you should go home?" McGee asked slowly. I sat up and opened my eyes.

"I'm fine," I repeated. "We have to find the rest of these guys."

I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I washed my hands and my face, taking shaky breaths. Leaning against the cold sink, I closed my eyes and tried to stop the building panic attack. The longer my eyes were closed, the more memories replayed.

I jumped when the bathroom door was opened. I quickly grabbed a paper towel, dried off my hands, and left. Instead of going back to my desk, I tucked into the breakroom. My hands were shaking and there was nothing I could do to get them to stop.

"Y/N, you okay?" McGee asked. I turned around and didn't bother to hide the tears building and beginning to spill down my face.

"No," I said, my voice breaking. McGee instantly stepped toward me and wrapped his arms around me. I tucked into his chest, no longer bothering to hide my tears.

"It's okay," he tried to comfort me.

"No!" I yelled, pushing him away from me. "It's not okay, McGee. They had me for five days. Five days! You have no idea what they did to me, Tim. No idea. . .  They. . . And they. . . It was. . . I can't stop thinking about it. Every time I close my eyes. . ."

I was officially in the middle of a panic attack. And it was bad. I turned away from him and wrapped my arms tightly around myself. As I struggled to breathe, I slowly sank down.

"Y/N?!" McGee collapsed next to me. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

"I. . . can't. . . breathe. . ."

McGee wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest. "It's okay," he whispered. "You're safe, Y/N. You're back. You're home. You're safe."

"I can't stop thinking about it," I whispered, barely able to breathe.

"I know," McGee said softly. "And I'm so sorry. You just gotta keep reminding yourself that you're home now and you're safe. Now, try and match my breathing. In. And out. In. And out. There you go, Y/N."

With his arms still around me, he pulled me to my feet and led me over to the table. As we sat across from each other, I heard McGee sigh.

"Y/N," he hesitated, "I think I should take you home. You don't need to be here right now."

"But you guys need. . ."

"We need you to rest," he interrupted me firmly but gently. "We need you to take some time and get better. Please, Y/N. Let me take you home."

I looked into his eyes and saw the worry in them. I took a shaky breath before finally nodding.

"Thank you," he sighed. "Let's go grab your stuff."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. With our hands still intertwined, McGee led me back to the squad room.

"Get your stuff and meet me at the elevators," he whispered. As I did what he said, I heard him talk to Gibbs. "Y/N's not doing well, boss. I'm gonna take her home."

"Stay with her," Gibbs responded. I looked away when he looked at me. "I don't want her on her own until we find the bastards that did this. We'll call you if we need anything."

When McGee got to the elevator, he pressed the button. "You're staying with me," I said more like a statement than a question.

"Gibbs thinks. . ."

"I heard," I said as the elevator doors opened. We didn't say anything as we rode the elevator down and McGee escorted me to his car. When we got in, he didn't drive away.

"Where do you. . ."

"I don't want to go home," I cut him off. I felt him look at me, but I didn't tear my eyes away from the NCIS parking lot.

"We can go to my apartment," he hesitantly suggested. He paused before asking, "Is that okay?"

I couldn't speak without crying so I nodded. He finally pulled out of the parking lot. As we left NCIS, McGee reached over and grabbed my hand. We didn't say anything as McGee drove us to his apartment. He parked and I followed him up to his place.

"Are you hungry?" He asked as we walked in.

"No," I said softly. McGee turned towards me and I sighed.

"You need to eat, Y/N," he said gently. When he saw the look on my face, he walked over and wrapped me in his arms. "Or," he whispered, "we can kick off our shoes, lounge on the couch, and start binge-watching something stupid."

"I like that idea," I said softly.

Just like he said, we spent the night lying on the couch and watching whatever random shows were on cable. I was fighting sleep when I noticed a slight change in the tension in the room. Before I could figure out what changed, McGee spoke up.

"Y/N," he whispered, "can I be honest with you about something?"

"Of course," I shrugged as I moved a little so I was lying against the back cushions and looking at him. My heart jumped into my throat when McGee moved so he was eye-level with me.

"I was really relieved when we found you," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "The entire time they had you, I felt. . . stuck."

"Stuck?" I asked. "Why would you be stuck?"

"Because, when they had you, I felt like I could barely breathe," McGee said, slowly getting closer to me. "And I didn't catch my breath until I walked into that room and you were safe in my arms."

It was then that I realized just how close we had gotten to each other. Our lips were inches apart and were about to touch until his phone started ringing.

His phone shattered the tension between the two of us. He sat up and answered his phone while I sat back into the couch and hugged a pillow to my chest.

"McGee," he answered. I resisted the urge to look at him as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone call. "That's great, DiNozzo. I'll let her know."

I finally looked at him when he hung up. "Good news?" I asked, struggling not to get my hopes up.

"We got them," he said. "The people involved in your kidnapping, Y/N, we got them."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

I couldn't stop it as my eyes filled with tears. When McGee saw them, he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me.

"It's over, Y/N," he whispered. "You're home and it's over."

[gurugirl]

omg loved your blog. pls give me a lil spoiler of whats coming next

So... I've got a whole bunch of things coming. I looked through my drafts and documents and feel like this one is something I can share with you guys. I've got the story maybe halfway done and I've been working on it slowly for about 6 months. I don't know when I'll post it but you asked for a sneak peek for something so here's something to tide you over.

For context this is burlesque dancer!Y/n and rich CEO!Harry (this is a combination of requests I've received all in one story).

...

The sign read: 24-hour breakfast. $2.99 all-you-can-eat pancakes. The one she drove past every day.

She imagined slathering each stack with butter and syrup and surprising the staff when she went for seconds and thirds. Her stomach growled as she got into place behind the other girls and the music started. Bethany raised a brow at her when she heard it.

The routine was the same as the week before. They had a short break before they went back up and did another set. Y/n hadn’t been in such a good mood in weeks, knowing what was coming after the show. She was shaking with the anticipation of finally eating something of substance.

Like last week, the main dancers got to use the locker room first. Y/n and the others sat at the end of the bar and watched the guests leave as they chatted. They never got into anything too deep. Y/n wasn’t keen on telling the others about her situation. It was embarrassing. She was technically homeless and she was dirt broke. But Angelique had given them their checks and Y/n was more than happy to use it. She wouldn’t cash it that night because it was too late, but she planned on using her credit card to buy the $2.99 buffet pancakes. Maybe she’d splurge on eggs as well.

After showering and charging her phone she nearly skipped to her car. She parked strategically under a lamppost and noticed right away a man leaning on her front bumper.

“Excuse me?” She stopped halfway between the building and her car, ready to run back into the building if needed.

The man stood and she saw the chocolate curls of the British man she’d met the week before.

“Sorry! I thought I’d wait out here for you. I wanted to tell you that you did a great job in there,” he smiled kindly. That sweet smile, dimples and all.

Y/n let out the breath she’d been holding and finished walking toward her car. She figured she could trust Harry at this point.

“It’s okay. Just startled me a little to see someone leaning on my car. And, uh, thanks!”

She dug her keys out of her bag and walked next to Harry. He was taller than she thought. She hadn’t stood directly next to him before but now that he was only a few feet from her as she unlocked her car door she noticed it.

Harry pointed into her windshield, “I don’t mean to pry or anything, and you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but I noticed the blankets and pillows in the backseat. Is that… are you…?” Harry didn’t finish his sentence but Y/n knew what he was asking.

Normally she folded up the blankets and stuffed the pillows into the floorboards nicely but this morning she didn’t care. She’d been in such a good mood about the upcoming pancake dinner that she left it all strewn about.

She thought for a moment about how to answer. She looked down at her shoes and sighed, “Just temporary. It’s not a big deal,” she brushed it off.

Harry stayed quiet. But the longer he was silent the stranger it felt. Y/n looked back up at him and he was stoic. Deep in thought. Her stomach growled and she groaned. It was like if all the most embarrassing things in life could come out all at once in front of a handsome man it happened right then. She was hungry and homeless. That was the truth. And Harry was now aware of this fact.

Harry sighed and his face softened, “Look. I know it can get hard out here. But, let me buy you something to eat at least. I was hoping to chat with you anyway. Maybe we could just… I don’t know… get to know one another over a drink, or food. No pressure,” Harry was cautious. He knew he could be overstepping a little. But he probably felt it was necessary based on the circumstance he was now aware of.

Y/n shook her head, “That’s not necessary, Harry. I just got paid. I was going to buy myself something to eat. You really don’t need to…” The look on his face had her pausing her words. Harry’s brows were raised and the soft grin told her he wasn’t buying her I-don’t-need-your-help act.

“Fine. Then you buy yourself something to eat. Can I join you at least?”

And so that’s how she found herself at the dingy diner sitting across from Harry in a booth as she shoveled pancakes in her mouth. Harry ordered a coffee. Black.

Harry watched her for a bit as she scarfed down her first plate. Y/n tried to hold a conversation while eating but her body was on autopilot. She needed to eat. Harry could see that too.

When she finished the first plate she looked up at Harry. He was leaned back, comfortable in the booth with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused look on his face.

She licked her lips and sipped the orange juice before clearing her throat, “What?” She felt embarrassed. It was probably quite obvious to Harry what was going on.

“Nothing. Still hungry?” He smirked and leaned forward to the table, putting his forearms over the linoleum and clasped his hands together in front of him. He’d pushed his sleeves up to his elbows again and Y/n could make out the dark tattoos that went up one arm.

She breathed out a laugh at the question. Without a doubt, she was still hungry. She nodded, “I am. Yes. Is it okay if I grab another plate? Do… uh, do you want anything other than coffee?”

Harry shook his head and kept his eyes on hers, “I’m fine. I’ve eaten today. Go and get another plate, love. I’ll be right here.”

Y/n brought back another stack of pancakes with a handful of margarine butter packets and went to work to make her second plate as sugary, fattening, and calorific as possible.

“So, where are you from, Y/n?” Harry took a sip of his coffee, and Y/n saw him wince. She doubted the coffee was any good. Especially black. It was probably old and bitter and room temperature. But she appreciated that he was sitting with her and trying to fill the void of loneliness. Though she would have been fine to sit and eat her pancakes in silence.

“Bible belt. Nowhere,” she kept her eyes on her meal, drizzling the maple-flavored syrup over the top.

Harry laughed, “I see. Okay. So, why are you here in Nevada? Big dreams of becoming a famous dancer?”

Y/n shoved a forkful into her mouth and shook her head, putting her finger up as she chewed. Another sip of her orange juice and she finally responded, “No. I needed a change of scenery. I am a dancer. Well, I have a bachelor’s in dance. I’m not a professional or anything. It was sort of a whim, but a good one. There was nothing keeping me back home. What about you Harry? Where are you from? How did you get here?” She tried to change the subject from herself to him.

She ate while Harry told her his story. He was born in Manchester and got a business degree in London and then moved to California when he was in his mid-twenties after being offered a job at a private equity firm.

After a couple of years at the firm he and a close friend of his decided on opening up their own business, a startup. Which turned out to be quite profitable early on. Harry was a managing partner and owner of a wealth management group specifically for entertainment companies. Like burlesque clubs. Like Haute Baude. The owner, Richard, hired Harry as his wealth management agent years ago and they grew close.

Y/n knew next to nothing about the finance world so she just nodded and hummed along, “Wow. So, you’re doing well. A successful businessman,” she smiled and licked her fork clean.

Harry chuckled and tilted his head to the side, “I guess so. You’re impressive too, you know. It was brave to come out here all by yourself.”

There was a bit of quiet after he spoke those words. Y/n smiled down at her empty plate and then looked up at Harry. His coffee cup was empty.

“And you’re cute,” Harry spoke the words quietly but he kept his eyes on hers.

Y/n set her fork down and kept her eyes on the handsome man, squinting at him in question. She didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t really been flirting with her, that she could tell, but she was aware of the way he was looking at her. How when she’d take a bite he’d watch her lips move and he kept licking his own lips.

“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Harry said but he didn’t hide his smile well when he pulled his lips into his mouth, that reaction only drew his dimples in deeper and it made Y/n smile and laugh.

She shook her head and looked down. His eyes were getting to her. His intense gaze was alluring. Harry was charming and handsome. She didn’t know what his intentions were but he seemed nice at least.

When Harry remained quiet for a beat longer than was comfortable Y/n looked back up at him. She couldn’t help but smile back at his expression and she laughed, “It’s okay. You haven’t been obnoxious or anything. I just… I’m a mess and hearing that threw me off a bit.”

“What do you mean you’re a mess?” Harry asked.

“I mean, well, come on… you saw my car. And here I am buying $2.99 all-you-can-eat buffet pancakes at 2 am the moment I get a paycheck. I’m… down on my luck a little. But I think things are better now. For one, my tummy’s full,” Y/n smiled shyly. She hated that this successful man was privy to her misfortune, but he felt trustworthy.

Harry shook his head, “Not a mess. Just a victim of circumstance. Are you sleeping in your car tonight?” He raised his brows in question.

Y/n looked to the corner of the room and breathed out a huff of breath and pursed her lips as she nodded before looking back at Harry with a shrug, “Have nowhere else to go.”

[catgirl-frostmoon]

Memories Come in on Little Cat Feet

@fyeahghosttrick  it be the #ghost swap and it be for you, @katecattus​ I ended up following three of your prompts (mostly by accident, mind you XD). Here they are: Prompt #1 Anything on how Yomiel met Sissel, could be at any point in their lives, any situation, just give me a first spark that attracted them to each other Prompt #2 I don’t get tired of Yomiel in prison, so anything on that note, be it a story or an art would be nice Prompt #3 The main cast interacting with Yomiel post canon. Make it an accident or something planned, apologetic on one or both sides, but something with a feel-good vibe And here’s the Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48004426 ____

It has been said that 'the fog comes in on little cat feet'; perhaps that is why your thoughts came in like fog, a gradual build-up of emotions and memories.

That's when I met you, old friend.

I had ransacked your body, claimed it as my own. I had pitter-pattered those little cat feet - no, little kitten feet, given how small you were (as small as you are now, because I took away your ability to grow up) - off in search of food, of water, of comfort and 'home'. All I could hear originally were your base thoughts: 'I need food', 'I'll die of starvation', 'it's just so cold', and 'I'm lonely'. 'I'm lonely, lonely, lonely, abandoned by all those who might love me.' (I was so lonely, too. That's almost certainly what drove us together.)

So I took you out, traveled away from the corpse I didn't realize was mine, and gathered you food, and gathered water water, and gathered even the occasional appreciative human. In those days, as you slept on the brink of consciousness and I had forgotten my own twisted existence, life was vaguely peaceful, a sort of fuzzy cohabitation where neither party was truly in their best minds. And then I found her, dangling down from our ceiling, and everything I had forgotten came rushing back.

All the memories of yours that had crept in like mist, the immediate recollection of who was in front of me - they made me realize that I was somehow in someone else's body, rummaging around a house I just traveled to on subconscious instinct alone, parading around some cat while my own body was gods-know-where and my fiance was, well. I don't even remember what happened directly afterwards; I know I retrieved my corpse at some point and had puppeteered it back home, but how exactly I did that has only gotten fuzzier over time. Despite the whole "taking over your body" thing, I still had yet to fully absorb the implications of my abilities, or my state of being, because wow, who'd have thought that the lack of feeling was some weird side effect of being a walking corpse and not just an awful trauma response? All I know is that a few days later, I was somehow taking care of the starved kitten I accidentally saved, adopting a name for you I never thought I'd use again.

…I think it was that convergence of memories that netted you the name Sissel."

And so, the ghostly black cat who moved as though he was transient, blue mist - he blinked back, his fur rippling against the blood-red backdrop. "I see."

 (I'm fighting the urge to facepalm, Sissel, because that was a non-response if there ever was one.)

"Yes, well," a slight bristle here, a twitchy whisker there, "I'm not sure if I have any good responses to this." (I can't mess up on my words here…!)

"Cat got your tongue?"

"...."

"...still," the man-formerly-in-red-but-now-currently-in-pink spoke with an-almost smile, a sight more common as each day in the new world passed, "thanks for listening. You and the other Sissel check up so frequently that I can almost push past the leftover despair." And with that, his not-quite-smile darkened with melancholy, a much more familiar sight. "Almost."

And so, in lieu of a response, Sissel leaned himself into Yomiel's shoulder; an ethereal feeling, as everything in the ghost world is, but a comforting touch nonetheless. "Then," with a patented cat smile, "I'll just keep asking you questions until you can truly smile. Okay?" And without waiting for a response, the mental link ended, the world no longer painted in hues of red, a ghostly black cat no longer (visibly) gracing his presence.

"I'll hold you to it."

[heinrix]

i gotta..talk abt barnabas. hold up uhh rambling under the cut

so barnabas in the og campaign i played him in got this scar that i absolutely love from being infected by a fractal-like alien and his body got ripped open from one of his eyes down to his stomach when his companions were attempting to remove the infection. the scar was this damascus-esque texture that ran across his body where he had been split open.

i want him to have this in bg cause i just find it the coolest thing ever (and he could do insanely advanced math/science after having gained the scar) so i was thinking that when he was around 16/17, he was feeling rather rebellious and wanted to travel outside of candlekeep for once so he snuck out one night, wanting to at least explore the closest town by himself

on his short-lived journey, barnabas stumbled upon a semi active ritual circle deep within the forest and decided to check it out. upon further investigation he discovered that it was some sort of sealed gate spell, similar to ones he’d seen in advanced grimoires. taking a closer look, barnabas accidentally tripped into the circle and it began to glow and flow with arcane energy.

in mere seconds, a portal flashed in front of him and he looked inside to see what appeared to be an abandoned cityscape; flora having taken over well crafted buildings and cobblestone streets. but he also saw a creature climb over the walls of the buildings, something alien and unexplainable at first (he would later draw a rendition of this creature within his notebook and it resembled simply a square shaped monster with several limbs and claw-like hands but no orifices to be seen).

upon gazing at the creature a few hundred feet away, barnabas felt suddenly dizzy, sick, and fatigued enough to immediately pass out but wake up mere seconds later to the sound of thumping limbs running toward him. in his haze, barnabas scrambled to run away and as he exited to ritual circle, the portal closed a moment before the horrific monster could reach him.

walking back to candlekeep was far more exhausting than barnabas could have expected even for someone as un-athletic as him and he soon passed out once more nearly a mile away from the castle walls. luckily, guards had found him in the early hours of the morning and brought him back and immediately took him to the infirmary.

barnabas awoke a few hours later, being tended to by healers and mages alike, attempting to figure out this affliction he held within his eyes; his eyes were riddled with fractals swirling in the cornea and the surrounding skin was pulsing with red lichtenberg figures as well. they all came to the conclusion that barnabas needed his eyes replaced with a set of arcane spheres that would work just as good, if not better than his natural eyes.

as they were attempting to take one of barnabas’s eyes, something within him reacted in defense and from his right eye, down to the lower half of his stomach, a void ripped forth, red fractal figures as deep as the abyss were within him and barnabas screamed in utter horror and pain. gorion had been in the infirmary, looking after barnabas alongside the healers and with some quick thinking and a telekinesis spell, ripped both of barnabas’s infected eyes from his body. once he had done that, the void closed itself and left barnabas with the demascus textured scar from where the infection had ripped him asunder.

this experience drove his ambition for knowledge even further, wanting to find out what this creature that infected him was and where it came from and made him decide on becoming a transmutation focused wizard, wanting to be able to control every aspect of not only his life but the material plane around him

side note: when he turns into his slayer form, the scar rips back open and reveals that fractal filled void :)

[joy-of-life88]

Inked Temptation [a Damian Priest story] 9 Mischief

Ellie POV

The unpleasant beeping of Damian's alarm rudely jolted me out of sleep. Immediately I felt the bed move before the loud noise died down. With a yawn, I snuggled closer to my boyfriend to prevent him from disappearing out of bed.

"Don't get up..." I murmured softly, burying my face against his chest.

"Morning, baby... I'm afraid I have to" Damian said in a raspy morning voice and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"You don't have to. I'll write you a note." I replied while wrapping my arms and legs around him like a koala bear.

"It would be nice if that worked, but you have to get up too, sweetheart. Unless you want to be late for your appointment." he chuckled deeply.

I groaned. Unfortunately, he was right. I did have this week off. That's why I had packed everything I needed to get done into this one week. Appointments at the dentist and gynecologist. Then I had to go to the accountant. And then there were a lot of little things I had to do. Especially important was that I wanted to find a great birthday present for him. Because I had firmly intended to make this day something very special.

But one thing was already certain. I would miss Damian very much. In the two months that we were already together, we actually spent all our free time together. Either here at my place or at his place in Florida or even in New York.

"Spoilsport... But I guess you're right. I'll shower first." I said as I broke away from him to go to the bathroom. But not without stealing a long good morning kiss.

"As if... We'll go together." he replied and climbed out of bed.

With quick steps he came towards me and lifted me up. Damian threw me on his shoulder and walked us into the bathroom. I squealed joyfully as I wriggled a little. He gave me a playful pat on the butt before he set about getting the water up to the right temperature.

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"How was the flight, baby?" I asked when I talked to Damian on the phone a few hours later.

I had done most of my chores for the day and was headed out to the car to head home. I wanted to do a quick load of laundry there and grab some snacks before meeting up with some girlfriends at the mall. They wanted to help me pick out the best gift for the man by my side. Although, I wasn't at all sure if they would be helpful or not.

"Yeah, it was okay. I miss you already though. I don't even know how I'm going to sleep tonight without your cold feet under my covers." he said to tease me.

"Mister, my feet are not that cold. You are just a walking space heater. And it's your duty to keep your girl warm." I replied.

"Hmm... that's true... and I think I have the perfect way to warm you up, don't I?" said Damian then, and I could clearly hear the mischief in his voice.

"Indeed you do, D. Or did you ever hear me complain?" I wanted to know as I arrived at my car and got behind the wheel.

"Oh I certainly hope it stays that way." he laughed.

"Okay, baby... I've got to go now. We'll talk tonight. Oh and in case I forgot to mention it.... I already booked you a ticket to fly to me on Friday. Check your emails." he then added.

"I see someone has planned ahead. See you later, D. Take care of yourself." I replied.

"Always, Ellie-Bell." he said before we said goodbye.

With a big smile on my lips, I drove home. But when I saw what car was parked in the lot in front of my building, my good mood vanished into thin air. I had really not expected this today. Or rather, I had never expected it.

[allansnightsky]

A Sojourn in Italia - Day 57

Well I started this blog with the intention of writing every day or so. You can see how well that worked out. Various things got in the way and the time seems to pass so fast. It’s hard to believe that we’ve now been here for 57 days.

We’re currently in Chieti, which is a small city about an hour west of Pescara which is in the Abruzzo region. Our stay is a small converted loft area in a building a little way out of town. The apartment is quite small but clean and adequate for a few nights.

We arrived here on the 30th driving down from our stay near Sassoferrato (or search for Fabriano if you want to find it on a map). We drove via an inland route, avoiding the Autostrada for a while to pass through various little towns in what is largely a farming region. The roads were no more challenging than near our base. It’s true what is said about the roads in Southern Italy. They are a bit rough and one needs to keep an eye out for potholes. The patchwork quilt approach to repair is obvious - I should take a photo at some stage. But they are workable and no more difficult than many NSW roads near Canberra. The Renault Captur is proving to be a good car for the journey. Although only a front wheel drive, small SUV, it’s small enough to navigate small roads but large enough to withstand the occasional pothole that we don’t avoid. Both Luisa and I cannot see the front as it slopes away and judging the wheelbase is tricky sometimes - “I’m sure I swerved enough to miss that pothole, but…”.

The day we arrived, we decided to do our usual “lets walk and see if we can find the city centre”. We started off in the wrong direction - hmm. Then we discovered that we were further out than we thought. It’s only about 2.6Km to the centre and only a 200m climb, but someone forgot to put in marciapiedi (footpaths). We found ourselves on a busy road and much of the time without any option but to walk on the side of the road. And the climbs were steep. We walked home largely in the dark - did I mention how quickly it gets dark here. I know that its winter but I still find it quite a shock to realise that there is little twilight.

Yesterday we worked out the buses and caught a bus to the centre. This was a bit of an eyeopener as we recognised the steep climbs we’d undertaken the day before which the bus was clearly taking slowly in a low gear. No wonder our feet had been sore.

We visited the Museo Archeologico Nazionale La Civitella. This was an amazing place, so well organised with finds from the Paleolithic period through to medieval times. A period covering some 6,000 years. It really became quite overwhelming, there is so much there. They’ve done an amazing job of putting pieces together and using fired clay to recreate missing pieces (clearly shown and not trying to pretend to be the original). What it lets you see is how pieces came together. This is especially valuable when your looking a pieces that pre-date classical Greek influence and the worship of earlier Gods and Godesses. Chieti is believed to be one of the most ancient cities in Italy.

We got out of the museum about 1:00 which made finding a place for some lunch a bit of a challenge. Quite a few places are closed (either for the period or perhaps permanently post the impact of Covid) and of course it was Capo Danno (“Years End” to be literal). We were almost ready to give up when we found a little place on a side-street that was a bit of a catch all place that is hard to define. Amongst other things it serves “Fast Lunch”. We had a “Pranzetto” which was the only thing they were serving. Imagine a high-tea multi-sectioned platter (what do you call those things?) with a selection of savoury items. That with a glass of Prosecco was just what was required. Il cameriere (the waiter) got chatting to us (well mainly to Luisa because she can respond) and talked about the ancient battles between Chieti and Bucchianico (7Km away), his home village. 

Today is of course the the 1st and most things are closed. After a short walk we found a bar open at the bottom of the street. Probably the only one for miles around, but also serving those who’d been to the church across the road - it is Sunday. We then decided to visit Bucchianico, the place the waiter had talked about as there was little else to do - its a public holiday and Sunday - so very little was open. A nice drive through some very narrow winding farm roads. We explored the town, had a coffee at a bar and then returned back to our stay. Now the question of lunch arose.

We had passed a restaurant on our first day when we started going the wrong way. This claimed to be a fish specialist, but seemed isolated and out of the way. We were a little unsure as it seems connected to a fast food takeaway across the road from us (which is closed today). Needs must, so we walked up the hill on the off-chance that it was both open and had a table. Well did we misjudge that place. The owner was wonderful, the food fantastic and we had a leisurely lunch over a two hour period. The owner/waiter was a brilliant up-seller who talked us into having a seafood antipasto before a baked mixed seafood platter along with wine and desert.  The fish, scampi, and stuffed calamari were top class. And yes we’re skipping dinner tonight.

Tomorrow we take off down the coast to a little seaside town called Trani for a couple of nights before going to Lecce.

I’ll try and add some general photo’s later (or more likely repost Luisa’s). 

Until the next post (which hopefully will be sooner rather than later),

a dopo (to later).

[mytruthandbeauty]

27 June 2023

I watched a video on YouTube about policing in the US and how it differs from much of Western Europe. It made me think about the unpleasant encounters I had, had with police none of which went terribly badly but could have.

All of these happened while I was still presenting in my less evolved version of myself, in my gender assigned at birth, which was male. Before you think to criticize me for living that way let me give you some background. I was born in 1951 into a poor black Christian family. All attempts on my part to express my true gender were oppressed, because they didn’t fit my parents understanding of gender and that it could be different from the evidence of your sex organs. Also this household was very large and we shared a small crowded place, so I never had much privacy, certainly not enough to play around with my gender presentation. So, I grew up living as this under developed version of myself and over the course of the years I had three close calls with the cops.

The first occurred when I was about 19 and I was riding around with these guys getting high on weed. We lived in the suburbs which were still pretty segregated and ended up in a neighboring white suburb. We weren’t doing anything obviously illegal, but before we knew it we were surrounded by several cop cars lights were shining in our eyes guns were drawn and through a bull horn we were told to exit the vehicle with our hands up. We were scared shitless and of course we complied telling each other to not make any sudden moves, because we could all get shot. They had us line up put our hands on the wall of this building and while facing it they patted us down still at gunpoint. They took us to their police station where they finger printed and photographed us and then let us go. I never heard anything more about this incident.

My second confrontation with law enforcement was some years later. It was winter in Chicago and I was dressed accordingly, dark heavy long overcoat, hat, gloves, scarf all covered up. I was coming out of the subway my hands were in my pockets and I walked with my shoulders hunched braced for the cold wind I knew to expect once I got to the street level above. As I was about to take the last flight of stairs I saw a cop standing nervously at the head of them and he called out to me to take my hands out of my pockets. I stopped and did as I was told very concerned, because he had his hand on his holstered gun the entire time. I stood there motionless with my empty hands in plain sight and then he told me to come up. I did and the cop walked away.

My last unpleasant run-in with cops was on a bright summer day in the Wicker Park neighborhood of Chicago’s northwest side. I was walking home from work, something I always did as I only lived about a 15 minute walk away and I enjoyed the exercise. ��I was dressed in a shirt and tie as I had an office job for the state and I liked looking professional. As I’m strolling along at a brisk clip I suddenly remembered I had left something at the office, so I did an about face and headed back. I had only gotten a few feet when an unmarked car did a U turn and parked at the curb in front of me. Two men got out of the car and came over to me and started to question me and why I was in the area. I told them very politely that I worked there and was headed back to my office. They didn’t listen to anything I said and informed me that I looked like someone who was committing extortion in the neighborhood. I was getting angry but I remained calm. They took my briefcase put me in the back seat of their car and drove me to their station. While we drove to the station I told them that I worked for the state of Illinois and the papers they were rifling through were government property and that they needed to be careful with them. I was arrested locked in a jail cell and I was allowed eventually to call my manager who came and got me released, but only after our office was closed. I sat there for several hours waiting for them to release me. I was given a court date and I appeared, but the arresting offices did not. Now I have nothing but distrust, contempt and fear of US cops. I want to add that in each of those confrontations the cops were white. Contrast that with how cops have behaved towards me in Latin America where I have been seen as just another person going about her day by them. I have not once felt threatened intimidated or bullied by a cop and here in Mexico they often are armed with assault rifles. To me they are more like protection for law abiding people then an armed milita ready to inflict violence for the slightest infraction. They do not strike fear in me and I’m glad for their presence.

[mwritesource]

prompt #1

A vampire woman stands in front of you. "any last words before I feed on you, human?" she says. Instead of fear a filling of pity wells up inside you. "Do you miss the sunrise?" you reply. Fully expecting to die there you're surprised when she replies "yes" with a look of sadness on her face.

The engine of a ‘96 Escort whose exhaust had been missing six feet for the better part of a decade sputtered into silence as the driver turned the key in the ignition. It was an ugly car—old, tan, and having been rear ended a time or two so that the trunk didn’t open anymore—but the beater was kin with this part of the city. 

Planners hadn’t bothered to touch the night walker’s zip code since the recession hit, when the homeless began filling city blocks with tents and makeshift beds; when the police began turning a blind eye to the bodies that started piling up. The shops and apartments that used to host thousands were bereft and all too soon crumbling against the elements.

Petrah Singh knew that this was where people came to die, and she knew, too, that this was where she had come to die. 

Her keys still dangled in the ignition, wavering and tinkling together in a hollow sound of plastic bobbles and metal meeting. Her hands had moved to pull them out, put them in her pocket, but had stopped and wrapped around the wheel instead. She wouldn’t need them, and what did she care if someone saw the opportunity and drove off with the offensive beast of a machine? 

Better to leave them, she decided. 

Without her keys to fill her hands and ease her mind, her fingers wound into the steering wheel and the leather groaned. She let herself squeeze every ounce of fear out through her knuckles—fear of the creature she’d meet; fear that it would hurt; and fear that she might not get out of the car. 

The taste of the unwelcome cowardice was bitter in her throat and enough to pull her hands from the wheel and push her body out the door. 

The cold air bit through her jeans as she opened the door, making the material feel stiff and separate from her body; where before she hadn’t noticed where her thighs met the pants, she was now keenly aware of it. 

With the cold working to slowly numb her, she thought that maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much to die tonight; she might not even feel it. 

She pushed the car door closed with a thud and stared east, toward the bay only a few blocks off. In the dark of the night and with only a sliver of the new moon to light it, the water ran black. The boardwalk’s lights had long since went out and contributed nothing to the wicked depths hidden beyond them. She’d likely be dumped in it before the night was out. 

Petrah sighed, her breath fogging and disappearing, before turning away from the bay and starting down Lewer St. She didn’t have so much as a plan as she had an intention that was easy enough to see through. So, she walked the faded lane division of the road and studied the buildings she hadn’t seen since she was a kid.

Most of them didn’t stand out in her mind, but some with odd signs on their front still held root in her memories. She remembered asking her brother if people knew their businesses sounded funny, because someone really ought to let them know. It might be bad for business, you know. 

The memory of Ari was comforting. He shared her and her mother’s square face, but he had their father’s smile—all crooked teeth encased with a cleft lip. She hoped that college didn’t steal too much of his boyish attitude. The world would grow too harsh, soon, for him to endure without it. 

She hadn’t made it two blocks before a figure came to stand in her path, waiting. As Petrah closed the distance between them, she saw that it was a woman standing there, a brunette clad in jeans and a gray rain coat. She had a contrasting roman nose and deep set eyes, so that her face looked rather sunken by default.

Petrah knew she was a walker, though. Not only because little lived here elsewise but because with only a few feet remaining between them she could see brown, dried blood flecked on the creature’s jacket. 

She stopped in front of the walker, hands slung at her side and bottom lip caught between her teeth in worry. She didn’t suppose she knew how this part went, so she waited instead.

The woman looked her up and down with narrowed eyes a few times; saw her worn down tennis shoes and too-tight pants; her hand-me-down coat and self-cut bangs; her acne scarred cheeks and plastic earrings. She wasn’t much to look at, but then she supposed that walkers didn’t care much for looks as long as the blood ran freely. 

The examination was the only pomp and circumstance to the whole ordeal and the only warning she would get to change her mind, because the walker voiced her decision in an unceremoniously mousy voice. 

“Any last words before I feed on you, human?”

The night walker’s voice prompted Petrah to consider the creature in front of her fully. Where before her features had seemed ghoulish and characteristic, they now seemed hungered and sad. She supposed they were synonymous in a way, so it shouldn’t matter much—it did, though, matter much. It reminded Petrah that she was scared of more than just the walker in front of her. 

She didn’t believe in much these days, her faith having been starved and leeched of all conviction with each city block the walkers claimed. In her religion, there was no accounting for the horrors that crawled their way through the night or the lives they stole. The world was bereft of righteousness or sense, and she had no place for faith in it. 

Without her faith, Petrah didn’t know what might happen to her after tonight. She didn’t know if she thought there even was something to happen. In any matter, though, she knew it wouldn’t be this world, this way. 

She supposed the night walker across from her knew that, though, and it wasn’t a matter of any faith that had taught it. Her world would change tonight; whether it ceased to exist or merely shifted, it would change. 

With her last words, she thought to ask the walker across from her what would await her, in the best way she could. 

“Do you miss the sunrise?”

Despite the hope that pulled at her chest, she expected snideness and arrogance from the woman. It wasn’t that she thought the woman didn’t have feelings or couldn’t empathize, but more that she imagined beasts played with their food rather than entertained it. 

It was shocking, then, when the woman’s gaunt face dropped in an unmistakable look of sadness. There were creases in her face where her smile had disappeared but the blood hadn’t returned to fill out her cheeks yet, and her eyelids dropped with unwarranted honesty.

“Yes,” the woman said mournfully, “I do.”

Petrah flattened her lips and nodded. She’d expected it, but the confirmation was sobering still. There hadn’t been many moments tonight that didn’t remind her: she was not content to be a martyr. She was, however, tired enough to be one. 

She didn’t fight left in her to find a different way out. She was not a martyr because she was a hero sacrificing herself for the greater good; she was a martyr because she was a coward who was tired of fighting. 

Tonight, her world would change, her life would most certainly end, and she would be done fighting. 

She breathed out and then—

“I’m ready now.”

[p0orbaby]

Ouroboros

Summary - A drab day at the office takes an unexpected, yet welcome turn when you arrive home to find Wanda having a private moment.

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Masterbation, Oral sex (Wanda receiving), Strap use (Wanda receiving), Nipple play, Light spanking, Rough ish sex, Slight dom!sub dynamics, Pregnancy, Language

Authors note - Some long awaited sexy times.

Word count - 3.7k

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Your eyes were burning. The light from your computer screen was permeating the room with a painful sting. The pounding in your head didn’t help. Each throb added to the ache in your skull, behind your eyes, deep within your muscles.

“Are you there?” The tinny voice of a client sounded through the reviver of your desk phone.

“Yes, sorry, we can get the prototype to you within the next two weeks…. No, it’ll be similar, but the code will be catered to your company's needs…. I won’t be doing it personally but my team-, yes sir, I will oversee the final model myself once you agree to the contract we will send along with the prototype. Perfect, I’ll email over the details now, thank you sir, have a nice night”

You all but slammed the receiver back into its cradle. Your hands found your face, using your fingers to dig into the pressure points of your head and neck, releasing an exhausted sigh at what little relief you got from your menial actions.

“Why are you still here?”

“Working myself into a hole apparently”

“Well you do know it’s almost 9pm right?”

“Really, Maria? You don’t think I know that when I’m sitting here yawning and missing my wife?”

“Then go home, the department isn’t going to collapse in the months you’re not here. It’s as if you don’t trust your colleagues”

“Not with this, no, I don’t. I’ve just got to send-“

“You don’t have to send anything. You’re going to put your out of office on and give the job to someone else in the morning after a good night's sleep. Then you’re going to turn your work phone off and be completely present for Wanda”

“But I-“

“No buts. Now leave. You’ve got five minutes to log off and get out of here before I use some of my level six privileges on you”

“Jesus, fine. But if this deal gets fucked I’m blaming you. Stark will have your ass” you exclaimed as you stood defeated and started to pack your stuff away for the last time before your children were born.

“Oh trust me, I’ll look forward to it”

-

The drive home was bleak. The lights of the city dwindled as you drove into the suburbs. Each red light felt longer the closer to home you got. In theory it wasn’t even that late, but work had been hectic and it had practically sucked the life and energy out of you these last few days. Nay, weeks.

Annoyingly, Maria was right. Stressing out about work isn’t going to help in the months to come. It would be hard for you to hand over the responsibility of a department you’ve spent years building, but it was necessary, so you’d have to suck it up and get past it. You would just be bitter in silence.

Once the distant noise of the trains and car horns had finally become silent to your ears, that’s when you found yourself releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Then, as if a chain reaction was taking place, your shoulders slowly lowered themselves from their spot under your ears as soon as you noticed the lights that had been left on for you at home. The soft glow shining past the sills soothed you in similar fashion to ice on a burn or the long overdue gulp of water on a hot day.

In your peripheral you could see the twitching curtains of your neighbours as you pulled into your driveway. Always the subject of suburban idiosyncrasy if the norm of the community was disturbed. The killing of your engine set the street to rights again. Curiosity would not kill the cat today.

The small walk from the car to the front door felt like a marathon in itself. Your feet felt like cinder blocks as you tried desperately to keep them from dragging against the floor with each step. Now you are up and moving, you finally realise how tired you are. So tired that even the jingle of your keys unlocking the door felt too loud against your eardrums. The soft material of your bed will be very much welcomed.

The house was quiet when you entered. As you expected it would be at this time of night. The only noise palpable from the foyer was your exhausted breathing as you toed off your shoes and hung up your jacket. The faint smell of Wanda’s earlier cooking gently wafted through the house. You knew without a doubt that she would have saved some for you, even to go as far as to label the container with your name. Tomorrow's lunch is sorted.

After locking the door behind you and flicking the switch to the entrance, shrouding you in darkness, you finally made your way upstairs. More than ready to fall face first into heavenly sleep upon arrival to your bedroom. Yet what you found when you pushed the door open was not something you expected to see.

Yes, the glow of light dancing across the landing carpet from underneath the door was unusual for how late it was. But could have easily been explained by Wanda’s falling asleep before she could turn the bedside lamp off. And yes, the creak of the bed frame was also normal as Wanda had become a restless sleeper since becoming increasingly larger. Tossing and turning was harmless.

So what was the explaination for you finding Wanda laying as naked as the day she was born, fucking herself with her fingers in the centre of your California King?

All you could do was stand and watch her. Your tired eyes instantly snapped open as you zoned in on her digits disappearing inside her, then reappearing slick and shiny with arousal. Her other hand being useful and pinching her nipples, roughly mirroring the force of which she had her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

She obviously hadn’t heard you come in, and the way her eyes were screwed shut meant she definitely couldn't see you standing there, mouth agape, as you ogled her so brazenly. So the only reason as to why she had stopped her movement so suddenly must have been something completely of your doing. Which turned out to be a small ‘fuck’ escaping your lips as she rolled her clit between her wet fingers.

“Shit, Y/N, I didn’t hear you come home” her breath was laboured as she removed her hands from her body. Not out of embarrassment, but from the reflex of getting startled.

“I can see that. Don’t stop on my behalf, I was enjoying the show”

She eyed you cautiously as you leant, arms crossed, against the doorframe. It wasn’t a rule, that would be taking it a little too far, but Wanda touching herself without you was not something you preferred. Especially if you were in the vicinity to partake in the activities. So your nonchalance about this seemed to throw her off a little.

“Come and join me baby”

“No, you go ahead. You seemed to be enjoying yourself well enough without me. Carry on, by all means”

It wasn’t a trick. You wanted her to keep going. You wanted her to play with herself as you eyed her, stretching her arms around her swollen belly. Whilst she slid her own fingers between puffy, wanting folds. Savouring each catching breath and strained whimper that escaped her swollen, bitten mouth.

So you stood there, unmoving, and smirked as she looked you straight in the eyes and started where she left off.

This time, when her fingers pushed past her folds, the wet sounds of thrusting were accompanied by a long overdue groan of pleasure. You had to admit, it was pretty fucking hot. Hot enough for you to unzip the front of your work slacks and start working to release the growing pressure between your own thighs.

At the shake of her legs and the stiffening of her body just moments later, Wanda found her release. Spluttering profanities into the humid air all the while keeping her eyes locked unabashedly on yours. Her flushed skin and sweaty forehead made you feral. All sense of exhaustion completely dissipated.

Removing your hand from your underwear, you strided over to the bed, ungracefully stripping off your clothes as you went. Dispersing them in corners of the room you didn’t care to acknowledge right now.

Your skin practically stuck to hers once you made contact after crawling atop her. She was clammy and sticky with sweat but you didn’t care. The heat that surrounded her drew you in, though you were unsure if it was radiating off her skin or from coursing through your own veins from desire.

Her legs automatically wrapped around your waist when you settled between them. Keeping you close as if you would somehow change your mind and try to shimmy away from her. You would never.

“Was this morning not enough for you?”, you whispered when your mouth was aligned with her ear. “Three orgasms before 6am is quite enough don’t you think?”

She wriggled underneath you at the feeling of your hot breath against the side of her neck. Face turned away from you, eyes screwed shut once more from both arousal and the determination to not crumble right then and there.

“Well you were gone all day. You expect me to just sit and rub my legs together waiting for you to get home and sort it out?” Even though she was still slightly out of breath, the attitude in her voice was still very noticeable.

“Ooh you’re feisty tonight baby. If you’re not careful I’ll have to give that mouth something better to”

Her neck swiveled around at the prospect. Lips close enough to yours now that one small shift and you’d be sucking face.

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Hmm, well that depends. Do you want that? For me to shut you up?”

“Does the pope shit in the woods?”

A smirk covered her face as she propped herself up on her elbows, pushing you down her body slightly at her movements. She was a sight. Her swollen breasts bounced slightly as she settled. Nipples red from her ministrations stood to attention under your gaze. Her skin, normally ivory and delicate now aflush with wonton lust.

Jesus you were so fucking lucky.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know?” Your voice was teasing as you slowly walked two fingers up the stretched skin of Wanda’s stomach. “All day when I was sat at my desk, my thoughts were filled with you and how your naked body begged for release underneath mine”

“Even when you were on the phone to clients?”

“Especially when I was on the phone” you pinched her nipple between your fingers when your hand reached it. Not missing the way her breath hitched when you did. “They had no idea I was imagining pulling more orgasms from you when I was rattling bullshit to them down the receiver. Turned me on so much I almost left work early”

“And why didn’t-“ a twist of her nipple. “Why didn’t you leave work early? Fuck”

“Because, my beautiful wife, if I don’t work, I don’t get paid. And we’ve got two little rascals to provide for, haven’t we?”

With your arm outstretching itself above you and your fingers still firmly clamped over Wanda’s nipple, you emigrated down her body with slow, meticulous movements. Lips whispered against her sternum, her stomach, the top of her thigh. Until you were face to face with a soft mass of dark curls and the musky smell of her previous orgasm.

“Haven’t we, Wanda? What happened to that smart mouth of yours, cat got your tongue?”

“The cat will have something if you don’t intend on finishing what I started”. Her response was almost a bark. Her sexual frustrations getting the better of the longer you took to give her what she wanted. But you were enjoying yourself, toying with her. Making her wait.

“There she is”

“Here I am”

You moved forward just enough to kiss the inside of her left leg. Small pecks to start with. Each touch of your lips was paired with a small bite of your teeth and a soothing lick of your tongue.

“Spread those legs wider for me baby”

She did. She was always good at following instructions.

With this new position you could fit the width of your shoulders comfortably between her thighs. Giving you the perfect position to feast, because you were hungry for her and couldn't wait any longer. Also, you knew the impatient woman boring holes into the top of your head couldn't either.

The first taste of her is always the best. Like the first sip of water after a drought. Replenishing you and encouraging your need to keep drinking from her. She was your lifesource. So you licked her, a long stripe up her slit and towards her clit. A maneuver that rewarded you with a sob of relief from the feeling of your warm wet tongue against her most sensitive area.

You almost feel like a virgin. You were all uncoordinated sucking and sloppy licking. It took all your strength not to let your desperation show that much as you moved your mouth erratically against her.

“Looks like you're having fun down there baby”, Wanda started to grind her pussy against your mouth. Which is now slick enough that there's no traction. Just slick strokes up and down as she uses your face to chase her own high. “Fuck, just like that, keep doing- oh shit”

You nodded to confirm that you were, in fact, enjoying yourself. In return, you sucked on her clit hard enough that her hips buck almost a foot off of the mattress. Her little bundle of nerves tastes divine. The excess cum and saliva from your own mouth created a beautiful concoction. If you could bottle it and sell it you would. But you were too selfish to share.

Anchoring her down by wrapping your arms around her legs, you switched tactics and started to use your tongue to probe into her. Soft flesh met softer flesh as the warmth of her insides made your head spin. “You're a mess, a dripping wet mess”. Your words weren't so much for her, but an awe inspired, one sided conversation with yourself. You did this to her. You did this to your wife and the realisation made you feel at least a foot taller. It’s the one thing you’ll let yourself be modest about.

Moments later, the telltale sign that she was close to the edge reared its welcomed head. Her legs started to shudder at the sides of her head and her hands suddenly found themselves in your hair. A sharp pain bloomed on your scalp as she pulled at your roots. Then she was there. Quivering and vibrating. Heels digging into the mattress beside you. Head thrown back against the plush pillows as she shouted to the heavens.

“Turn over. Get on your hands and knees”. You could be kind and give her a minute to come to, but where was the fun in that? “Now Wanda, I won't ask again”

With a small grunt and a very pathetic attempt at turning herself over, she finally found herself in the position you had requested. Even arching her back in anticipation. Practice certainly does make perfect.

Using the strength of your forearms, you pushed yourself up into a standing position. The smell of her still on your lips as you strided to the drawer that held what you wanted.

A strap. Red and realistic enough that the veins on it rubbed against your insides and sparked orgasm upon orgasm. Just the outcome you wished upon for tonight.

Pulling it from its confines of the dark space, you secured the harness to your waist. Deft fingers pushed the leather through buckles and adjusted it so it fit perfectly around you. It almost felt real. Like it was jutting out of your skin.

Once in place, you turned to find wanda as you left her. If not better. Shoulders angled parallel and pert round ass in the air. Waiting. Wanting to be ruined. She would be ruined, you can be absolutely sure of that.

The mattress dipped as you knelt behind her. From this position, the toy was long enough that it was poking at her entrance without so much as a push of your hips. It was funny really, how her own canted back in search of some friction.

“Ah ah, who’s in charge baby?”

No answer. Hm. That’s strange, including you're the one that can actually give her what she wants. A stinging slap landed on her right ass cheek. Just a small jumpstart to get her responsive again is all.

“You are, you’re in charge”

“Glad we can agree. Now, get on with it then if you want it that much”

You held the base of the strap to steady it for her as she leaned back and sheathed the plastic with her cunt. It was amazing seeing something disappear in front of your very eyes. Deducting that magic was very much real.

Slowly but surely the red of the strap ceased to exist. Leaving you with a lovely sight of your wife's ass right where it should be, pressed against the bottom of your abdomen.

“Shit, can I move?” her voice was tight. Even without seeing her face you knew it was red from strain. You can just see it now. The veins on her neck protruding and her teeth biting down on her lip so hard she might as well be drawing blood. You could cum on the spot just thinking about it.

You placed your hands on both sides of her waist, giving her the silent go ahead to take what she needed from you. It took mere seconds for her to set a pace. Each push back of her lower body caused the flesh of her cheeks to ripple in a mesmerising fashion. Every time the strab buried deep within grazed her G spot, it caused the muscles of her back to tense.

“Fuck fuck fuck” a mantra spoken aloud. Broken each time your bodies made contact with one another. “Harder, I can take it”

She could. She was strong. And you loved it when she begged for more. Going harder was only a win-win situation so there was no denying her.

She relinquished what little control she thought she had as the grip you had on her waist tightened and you started pounding into her like it was the last thing you would ever do. The room was then filled with the slap of skin and the sharp intakes of breath as you moved in and out of her with vigor. Each wet slap of her pussy against your skin only encouraged you to go harder.

And you were about to, you were about to push her over the edge. Until your phone rang from where you'd left it in your blazer pocket. The unforgiving tone causing your thrusts to involuntarily slow down.

Wanda had obviously noticed the change in pace because she brought your attention back to her with a, “Don’t you dare answer it. I’ll fucking kill you if you stop”

“It could be a client” the words slipped out of your mouth before you even thought about saying them.

“I dont give a flying fuck. If you don't make me cum in the next ten seconds, you’ll suffer the consequences for the next ten years. I mean it Y/N”

It was a vey rare occasion that you thought about someone else during sex, but Maria’s words permiated your mind. As disturbing as that was. But her words still rang true. Let someone else deal with it. Be present.

With a growl, you let the phone ring out and you kept going. A delighted moan left your wife's lips with the sudden change in pace once more. Each slap, each thrust brought Wanda closer and closer to where you both wanted her. A puddle of lust beneath you, writhing from your actions as you pushed deeper and deeper.

And your work paid off. After one final thrust she collapsed in front of you, the strap wetly springing free from her as she climaxed for what felt like an eternity. If one was to observe the happenings of your bedroom, they may conclude your wife was in the midst of a fit with the way her limbs and muscles jumped.

Letting her catch a well needed breather, you removed the strap from your body and flopped down next to her on the bed. The cool sheets felt like heaven against your hot skin.

“Fuck me” a small breathless voice sounded beside you.

“I thought I already did that”

“I’ve died and gone to heaven. That was amazing, thank you baby”

You raised a hand and brushed away the hair that was sticking to her sweaty forehead. A gentle gesture. An alarming contrast to the harsh ones exhibited just moments ago.

“You want water?”

“If you wouldn’t mind”

You didn’t. So you kissed the crown of her head and wandered towards the bedroom door. Not before you grabbed a robe and fished your phone out of your discarded clothes.

One missed call and a voicemail greeted you as you unlocked it. Upon further inspection, they were from a number you didn’t recognise.

Weird.

Wrapping yourself in your robe and heading down the stairs, you dialled your voicemail inbox to find out who could be ringing you at this time of night. Perhaps it was just Steve or Clint ringing to check up and this was their only free time to do so. It wouldn’t be the first time your friends had rang late in the evening.

Pressing 1 on the keypad to listen to the message, you weren’t paying much attention to it as it went through its motions. That was until you recognised a voice that you hadn’t heard in over a decade coming through the speaker. Your attention was certainly zeroed in then.

‘Hey Y/N. I’m sure you're wondering how I got this number. It’s a long story but you’re a hard person to find, I’ll give you that. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and talk? I’m in the city for a while so it would be nice to catch up. If you wanted. Ring me back, or text me, when you decide. Okay, bye. Oh, this is Grace by the way’

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Where My Feet Take Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Synopsis: the boys chase a drunk Tom down the street and he tries to make things right with you

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“Hello?” Tom called out as he walked into the house. “I’m home.”

“Tom?” You froze in your tracks as a chill went down your spine. He came into your shared bedroom with an unsuspecting smile on his face, making your hands clench around the box in your hands.

“Hi darling.” He greeted you as he set his suitcase on the ground.

“What are you doing here?” You asked softly.

“I live here.” He teased before his eyes fell on the box in your hands. His face crumpled as he read “picture frames” written on the side in your handwriting.

“What are you doing?” He asked weakly, eyes never leaving the box.

“You said you were coming home tomorrow.” You reminded him.

“My flight was changed.” He told you. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “You weren’t supposed to be home.”

“What are you doing?” He repeated, firmly this time. You looked down at the box, unable to look him in the eyes as he slowly figured out what was happening.

“I’m leaving.” You mumbled without lifting your head. Tom slowly looked around the room, finally seeing how empty it was without your belongings. He looked at you in confusion and you nearly broke down.

“You.” You continued. “I’m leaving you.”

“What?” His asked, voice cracking. “Why?”

“You’re never here.” You told him with a shaking voice. “I’m on my own more than I’m with you. And when you’re gone, you don’t call. You don’t call or text or really give me any sort of indication that you remember me. I can’t do this anymore, Tom. I’m done.”

“But...what?” He rubbed his face as he tried to process what you were saying.

“I’m not happy, Tom.” You said weakly. “You’re a perfect boyfriend when you’re home but the second you leave for work, it’s like I don’t exist.”

“That’s not true.” He protested.

“Its not?” You laughed sadly. “We hardly ever speak. Look at your phone. When was the last time you texted me?”

Tom took out his phone, sure that you were wrong. He looked at his messages and sure enough, you were right.

“Wednesday.” He answered sheepishly.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “It’s Monday.”

“You’re leaving me because I haven’t texted you in a few days?” He asked.

“It’s not just that.” You whined and walked past him. He ran after you and stood in front of you.

“Then what is it?” He asked as he blocked your path.

“I shouldn’t have to explain it to you. You should know.” You said and tried to move past him.

“But I don’t. Please, baby. I don’t understand.”

You stopped trying to get past him and looked into his glassy eyes. It took everything in you not to unpack the box and stay with him. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew you had to leave.

“Thomas.” You sighed. “I wake up every morning and I have no idea if you love me or not. I can’t keep waiting for you to let me be a part of your life. I have to go.”

You walked past him and went out the front door with him following behind you.

“Please.” He begged. “Don’t leave. I can change.”

“I’ve heard that before.” You said as you walked faster to your car. You tried to open your car door but he put his hand on it to keep it closed.

“It will be different this time.” He assured you. “I promise.”

You looked at all your belongings in the backseat of your car for a minute before looking back at him. He was silently begging you to stay as tears slipped from his eyes.

“I just can’t believe you.” You shook your head. “I’m sorry.”

You walked around the car and got in the front seat but he caught the door before you could shut it.

“But, darling.” He cried. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” You told him. His eyes lit up as he hoped that meant you were changing your mind.

“It’s just not enough.” You continued. His hand slipped off the door in shock, and you were able to shut it. He watched you pull away as tears fell from his eyes, and that’s when he knew he had lost.

2 months later

The boys were sitting around in Harrison’s living room, all mindlessly scrolling through their phones. Tom noticed Harrison’s smile suddenly, then look at Harry and Sam. They shook their heads at him and Harrison quickly put his phone down.

“What?” Tom asked when he noticed the strange interaction. The boys exchanged a look, and silently decided not to lie to him.

“Y/n just congratulated me The Irregulars.” Harrison explained. Tom stiffened when he heard your name and looked to the other boys.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded slowly. “She texted me too. She liked my cameo in Cherry.”

“I wonder how she’s been.” Sam said, earning a glare from Harrison and Harry. Tom let out a defeated sigh and rubbed his face, also wondering how you had been. He couldn’t find the words to say, so he just hung his head in shame.

“Sorry, mate.” Harrison apologized. “I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

“It’s fine.” Tom shrugged as he got up. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sipped it while looking out the window.

“I talked to my friend from work. Remember I told you about Holly?” Sam changed the subject. “She said she’d go out with you tonight if you want.”

“Sure.” Tom replied, hardly listening.

“Give her a chance mate.” Sam suggested. “You might like her.”

“Yeah.” Harry agreed. “Especially since Y/n-“

Harry was cut off with a harsh series of hushes from the other boys. Tom returned his attention to them, knowing they were trying to keep something from him.

“What about Y/n?” He asked.

“Nothing.” Harrison said as he glared at Sam.

“Harry.” Tom singled him out. Harry looked at him apologetically and sighed.

“I heard shes seeing someone.” He admitted. Tom stumbled backwards a little as the wind was knocked out of him. He sat back down in the living room and stared at the wall.

“Dude.” Sam hit his arm.

“He asked.” Harry defended himself. “And he was gonna find out eventually.”

“Tom, you okay?” Harrison asked.

“I’m fine.” Tom replied as he wiped his eyes. “When does that Hazel want to meet?”

“It’s Holly.” Sam corrected. “And she said anytime.”

“All right.” Tom downed the rest of his beer and stood up. “I’m ready. Text me the address.”

“Don’t you want to get dressed?” Harrison asked kindly, noticing Tom’s week old pajamas.

“I am dressed.” Tom gestured to himself.

“When was the last time you showered?” Harry wondered.

“Or shaved?” Sam added.

“Wednesday.” Tom shrugged.

“Mate.” Harrison sighed. “It’s Monday.”

“Well if she doesn’t like me for me, she’s more the one.” Tom gave them a tipsy smile and opened the front door.

“Okay.” Sam said wearily. “Have fun.”

Less than two hours later, Tom stumbled back through the front door and flopped onto the couch.

“Hey, man.” Sam greeted when he heard Tom come in. “How’d it go?”

“Horrible.” Tom mumbled. “She ordered Y/n’s favorite drink and it was downhill from there.”

“Tom.” Sam sighed and rubbed his brothers back.

“Sam.” Tom whined. “I don’t need you to play matchmaker for me. I don’t want anyone else. I want Y/n. I miss her.”

“I’m sorry, mate.” He said. “But it’s over with Y/n. You have to move on.””

“I can’t move on.” Tom teared up again. “I love her.”

“I know you do.” Sam nodded. “But you can love her from a distance.”

“No.” Tom decided as he struggled it stand up. “I have to go to her house. I can talk some sense into her.”

Harry walked into the room right as Sam was trying to reign Tom in.

“What’s he doing?” Harry asked as he helped keep Tom in place.

“He’s drunk.” Sam explained. “And he’s trying to go to Y/n’s house.”

“I have to see her.” Tom slurred and went for the door.

“Woah woah woah.” Harry held him back. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“She’ll listen to me.” Tom declared. “She’ll listen this time. I know she will.”

“I think you should lie down and get some sleep.” Sam suggested.

“No.” Tom broke free from their grasp. “I’m going to her flat.”

“You can’t drive. You’re drunk.” Harry reminded him.

“I’ll walk.” Tom said as he went out the front door.

“Oh no.” Sam groaned. “Grab him.”

Harry and Sam chased Tom down the hall right as Harrison was coming up the elevator.

“Woah. Where’s he going?” He asked.

“To Y/n’s house.” Harry quickly explained as Tom ran out the front door of the apartment building. “Oh no. He got away!”

The boys quickly ran out of the apartment and searched the street for where Tom had gone.

“Tom!” Harrison called. “Where did you go?”

“Oh God.” Sam spotted him in the distance. “He’s running down the street.”

“Come on.” Harry sighed. “We have to get him.”

The boys chased Tom down the street, but never caught up to them. Even while drunk, he was faster than them. Tom found your apartment building and easily made it past the doorman. The boys finally caught up to him in the hallway by your door.

“Tom.” Harry tugged his arm towards the elevator. “We have to go home.”

“No.” Tom fought back. “I have to see her. I have to get her back.”

“You can’t just show up there.” Harrison protested. “She won’t open the door.”

“I have to talk to her.” Tom slurred. “I have to try.”

“Just let him go.” Sam sighed. “We’re not gonna be able to stop him.”

Harry reluctantly let go of Tom’s arm and let him go to your door.

“Y/n!” Tom called as he knocked on your door. “Open the door please. It’s Thomas.”

“Come on. You saw her door. Let’s go home.” Harry tried to tug him again.

“Y/n!” He ignored Harry and called again.

“She’s not home, mate.” Sam shrugged. “Let’s go.”

“No. I have to see her.” He cried and knocked again. “Y/n. It’s Tommy. Open the door please.”

Suddenly, you opened your front door to see the boys with their arms around Tom, attempting to pull him away.

“Tom?” You asked when your eyes fell on him. Tom’s face softened and for a minute, he was stone cold sober. You couldn’t help but smile a little at him after not seeing him for months.

“We’re sorry.” Harrison apologized. “We couldn’t stop him.”

“Hi darling.” Tom said weakly.

“Hi.” You chuckled a little at the sight in front of you. “Is he drunk?”

“Out of his mind.” Sam confirmed.

“I’m so sorry for everything.” Tom told you. “I’m sorry I drove you to leave.”

“Tommy.” You said softly, finally seeing how broken he was without you. Your heart physically hurt from how badly you missed him.

“Please take me back.” He begged. “I miss you so much. I just want...”

Before he could finish his sentence, he passed out on the floor with a hard thud.

“Oh my God.” You gasped as stated at his limp body. “Is he okay?”

“I’m sorry.” Harrison grabbed his leg and began to tug it. “We’ll take him home.”

“Wait. It’s okay.” You stopped him. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. I dated him for three years. I know how to take care of him.” You smiled softly.

“All right.” Harrison nodded. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too. I miss you guys.” You said as you pulled them into a group hug.

“We miss you.” Harry said as he patted your back. “Just keep an eye on him, okay? He does this a lot. It’s the first time he’s been able to slip through our fingers.”

“I’ll look after him.” You assured them. “And I’ll see you all soon.”

“See you.” Harrison called as they walked towards your elevator. With the boys gone, you turned your full attention to Tom.

“Come on.” You shook him gently. “It’s time to get up.”

“Y/n?” Tom asked in a daze as he slowly woke up.

“Yeah, it’s me.” You chuckled as you tried to lift him. “God, you’re heavy. Woah, and stinky.”

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled from the ground.

“I know. Stand up.” You commanded, and this time he listened. He slowly stood up and swayed a little on his feet.

“We’re going inside, okay?” You said as you wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Lean on me.”

You helped Tom into your apartment as he hung on your side like dead weight. His head was buried in your hair as you slowly helped him inside.

“You smell good.” He slurred in your ear.

“I wish I could say the same for you.” You teased as you held your breath. You carefully brought him to your couch and began to set him down.

“All right. Easy does it.” You said as you took his arm off of you and let him sit. Tom slumped on your couch like a rag doll and ran his fingers over the material.

“This is your couch?” He asked sleepily.

“Yeah.” You told him. “The previous owner left it.”

Tom winced a little as he remembered that you no longer lived with him and now had a place of your own.

“It’s nice.” He smiled weakly. “We used to have a couch together.”

“Yeah. We used to have a lot together.” You said softly as you sat next to him on the couch. Even though he was drunk, you could see the remorse in Tom’s eyes. He rubbed your couch with his hand and pouted.

“I miss that.” He mumbled. “I miss you.”

“I know, bear.” You modded. “Me too.”

“It’s been so long since you called me that.” He smiled a little when he heard his old nickname from your lips.

“I know.” You chuckled. “We haven’t talked in a while.”

“It’s my fault.” His smile fell. “I fucked everything up.”

“Yeah.” You said quietly. “You did.”

“I’m so sorry.” He told you. “I’ll never stop being sorry.”

“I’d be a lot more willing to forgive you if you took a shower.” You scrunched your nose at him.

“I can do that.” He laughed in his drunken state and tried to stand up. He almost fell over, but you quickly caught him.

“Come on.” You laughed as helped him walk towards the bathroom. “Into the bathroom.”

You lead him into the bathroom and let him lean against you as you walked. You told him it was to help keep him on his feet, but you really just missed his touch.

“Okay.” You pushed the bathroom door open. “We’re here. This is my shower.”

Tom stared at it for a minute as if he’d never seen a shower before.

“How do I use it?” He looked to you for help.

“You just turn the knob.” You laughed and turned the knob towards the hot water.

“Thats too much responsibility for me”. Tom mumbled under his breath.

“Its okay. It’s already warm.” You said as you ran your hand under the water. “Shampoo and conditioner are on the floor. The soap is in the dish.”

As you turned around, you saw Tom tangled up in his shirt with his arms crossed.

“Oh no.” You chuckled. “What happened here?”

“I’m stuck.” His voice was muffled behind the shirt over his head.

“I can see that. Come here.” You gestured for him to come over and he stumbled towards you. You helped him pull his shirt the rest of the way off, reminding you of that way you used to be. He flushed a little under your gaze, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

“You stink.” You scrunched your nose up again when his must hit you.

“I know.” He smiled a little. “Sorry.”

“I took one of your razors by accident. It’s in the cabinet behind the mirror.” You told him. “Use it, please. You look like a pedophile.”

“I’ll use it.” He said, never taking his eyes off you. You stared back at him as you fought the urge to lean in and kiss him right there. You took a step back before you could get ahead of yourself and patted his chest.

“Okay.” You smiled shyly at him. “Have fun in there.”

“I’ll try.” He called after you as you left the bathroom.

When Tom came out of the shower, there was a pile of his clothes sitting on the counter. You had stolen enough of his clothes to throw together an outfit for him. Next to the clothes was a glass of water and some aspirin. He got dresses, popped the pills in his mouth and downed the water before finding his razor in the cabinet.

Once he was done, he padded back into your kitchen and found you sitting at the island.

“There you are.” You smiled at him. “Much better.”

“I feel better.” He told you. “I puked in your toilet though.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I made you some food to fill back up.” You said as you put a plate of eggs and toast in front of him. He looked at you gratefully before digging in.

“Thank you so much.” He said with a mouthful. “I haven eaten in hours.”

“Really? You didn’t eat on your date?” You asked as you put another glass of water by his plate.

“I was hardly even there.” He shook his head. “I drank half the bar though. Wait, how did you know about my date?”

“Harry tells me everything.” You chuckled. “I knew you were on your way here before you even left.”

“Damn.” He laughed as well. You sat in comfortably silence until Tom remembered what drove him to get drunk in the first place. “He told me you were seeing someone.” He said without making eye contact with you.

“It’s not serious.” You shrugged. “It’s only been a few dates.”

Tom felt sick to his stomach as you confirmed his worst nightmare.

“Does he call when he says he will?” He laughed humorlessly.

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly. “And he texts me too.”

“Wow.” Tom rolled his eyes and took a bite of his toast. You got up and poured hot water into a mug before putting his favorite tea bag in it.

“And he owns his own business so he works whatever hours he wants.” You continued as you set the mug in front of him. “No weeks away in other cities.”

“He sounds perfect.” Tom mumbled as he took a sip of his tea.

“Yeah.” You nodded as you sat back down. “I wouldn’t really know, though.”

“Why not?” Tom perked up.

“Cause when I’m with him, all I think about is you.” You said sheepishly. Tom froze and looked at you hopefully when he heard you say this. You gave him a small smile and leaned your chin in your hand, raising your eyebrow a little to tell him the ball was in his court.

“I don’t deserve a second chance from you.” He shook his head. “I don’t deserve any of this.”

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But I’m giving you one anyway.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” He wondered. “You never had to open the door. But you let me in, cleaned me up and made me all this food. I broke your heart, remember? Why would you do all this for me?”

“Because I love you.” You said simply. “And l’ve been miserable without you. I should’ve stayed and worked things out. I can’t tell you how much I regret leaving like that.”

“It’s okay.” He nodded and put his hand on top of yours. “It was my fault. I drove you to leave. But I promise, if you come back, everything will be different. I’ll call you so much, you’ll get sick of me. And I’ll start taking you with me when I work. No more months away. I promise.”

“I really want to believe you.” You sighed and toyed with his fingers. “I already know you’re sorry. You left me about 40 voicemails telling me that you are. You’re lucky I haven’t turned one into a song yet.”

“I guess I am pretty lucky.” He chuckled slightly.

“I still might.” You teased. “Next time you piss me off, I’m making a single out of “y/nnnn. I miss you. Please take me back” and getting on the charts.”

“Please don’t.” He whined as he got out of his seat and walked around the kitchen island to be near you.

“As long as you keep your word and make some changes, I won’t have to.” You smiled softly now that he was close to you.

“Thank you for letting me in tonight.” He spoke softly as he eyes stayed on your lips. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome, bear.” Your lips tugged into a full smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your forehead against his, relishing in his warmth. Tom took the initiative to lean forward and kiss you for the first time in two months. Three actually, since he’d been away working. You pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, feeling like you never wanted to pull away.

“Thank you for taking me back. I love you so much.” He mumbled against your lips. You rested your head on his shoulder and gently swayed with him in the kitchen, missing him more than words can say.

“I love you too, bear.”

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[hangovercurse]

Honeymoon

Pete takes you on your honeymoon

Request: “i feel like it’d be really cute if u did something about being on your honeymoon with pete :,) maybe like on the beach or something, combo of fluff+smut, whatever u find fitting :,)”

Pete X Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut (18+)

A/N: Me?!? Writing?!? Since when?!? (Seriously, sorry it’s been so long)

Word Count: 1630

The smell of salt water and sand overwhelmed your senses as Pete drove you down the sand-covered road. Your left hand was intertwined with his free right one, his fingers running over the ring on your fourth finger. The wind blew into the car through the rolled-down window, hitting your skin softly.

Pete slowed the car in front of a beautiful wooden cabin that was raised off the ground. He pulled in underneath the building, to the side of a hammock that hung from the ceiling. You looked over to find a  calm smile on his face, his brown eyes sparkling from the sun that seemed to be everywhere.

When he opened the door into the cabin, your eyes went wide. From he outside, the place had looked incredible, but now that the interior was in full view, you were even more astounded. The door led to an open-plan living room and kitchen, separated only by a small kitchen peninsula. The floor, walls, and ceilings were made of an earthy-shade wood, with windows letting in a surplus of natural light.

Pete led you into your home for the next 8 days, watching your face change as you took in the new surroundings, “you’re cute, you know that?”

Heat rushed to your face, “shut up,” you giggled. Even the simplest of his words had an effect on you, turning you into a giddy, giggling mess.

He led you through a curtain and into a large bedroom, complete with a wooden vanity and king-size bed with a sheer canopy bunched at the corners of the bed. You placed your bags beside the bed, walking over to the vanity that was housing a bucket of champagnes and a vase of flowers.

You smiled lightly, turning to Pete, “this is so cute!”

He moved over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. Your hands ran up to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. His lips slowly separated from yours, but his face remained only millimeters from your own, “I love you, Mrs. Davidson.”

You giggled at the words, still loving their sound, “I love you, Mr. Davidson.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pushing him away gently, “now c’mon. Did we come here to be gross and sappy or to go to the beach?”

He chuckled, “I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to do both.”

You continued to explore the rest of the beach cabin, eventually landing on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Though there were chairs, you chose to lean over the railing. Pete was in the midst of unpacking and making sure everything was in order.

His hot breath hitting your ear made you jump a little bit as his hands rested on the railing on either side of your waist, “like the view?”

You turned around, letting your back rest against the railing, “yeah, but I think I like this one more.”

Pete chuckled under his breath, “that was the lamest thing you’ve ever said.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned up and pressed a small peck to his lips, “yep, and you’re stuck with my lame remarks forever now.”

“I mean, divorce is always an option,” he joked.

You shoved him lightly, “Pete! That’s not funny, especially on our honeymoon.”

The slight pout on your face made Pete lean down to kiss your lips softly, his hands resting on your hips, “I’m kidding. Trust me, divorce is the last thing I’ll be thinking about. Ever.”

Your face still held a faux sad expression, “it better be.”

He captured your lips with his again, this time deepening the kiss. Your hands found themselves at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His tongue ran over your lips, which fell open incontestably.

He pulled away slowly, eliciting a quiet moan from you, “let’s go for a walk.”

You whined, “I don’t want to go for a walk, Petey. I wanna do… other things.” You pulled on the hem of his shirt lightly, hinting at what you really wanted to do with him.

Pete chuckled adorably, “we’ll have plenty of time for other things later, Mrs. Davidson.”

You let him lead you through the cabin and out to the beach with little protest, though unable to shake the warm feeling between your legs.

 You’d ended up walking about half a mile down the beach, watching the sun slowly set. At the peak of the sunset, when the sky was a perfect shade of pink, Pete dragged you to sit on a cluster of rocks further up shore.

You leaned into his side, letting the cool sea breeze hit you and bathe you in the scent of salt. He looked down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You pushed into him, deepening the kiss.

He groaned and pulled away, “someone’s eager.”

You smiled widely, “well, when you’re married to the hottest guy in the world, it’s hard not to be.”

“Imagine how I feel,” he pecked your lips, resting his nose against yours briefly. You sat just like that for a few minutes, as the sun continued to fall behind the waves. Your breathing was in perfect sync, his heartbeat matching your own.

Eventually it grew dark, so Pete helped you down from your resting place and you began the walk home. Your intertwined hands swung between you as the water hit your feet.

When you got back to your room in the cabin, Pete pulled you in for a passionate kiss, his large hands cradling your face. You let yourself fall into the kiss, his tongue poking out and separating your lips. Hands fell down to his waist, sneaking under his shirt to explore his muscular middle.

His own hands moved down and pulled the fabric up, his lips leaving yours briefly to remove the shirt completely. He then made quick work of your dress, throwing the material across the room. You pulled him back into you, capturing his lips in yours once more before he spun the both of you around so your back faced the bed. He gently pushed you onto the soft mattress, letting you move up to a more comfortable position. Once you were situated, he unbuckled the belt of his shorts and pulled the garment off of his body. He then climbed over you, letting his hands hold him up from either side of your head. He leaned down to press quick kisses to your lips, trailing them down to your neck with mumbled, “I love yous.”

When his mouth reached a sensitive spot near your collarbone, you let out a light moan, causing him to smirk against the skin before sucking a deep purple mark onto the skin. One of his hands moved to cup your breasts, massaging the skin lightly in his fingers. His lips moved back up your own, whispering against them, “how did I get so lucky, Mrs. Davidson?”

You giggled giddily, “I love you,” before kissing him harshly, your hands moving down to palm him through his boxers. You could feel his semi hardening at your touch, the long length spreading warmness to your core.

Pete bucked his hips against your hand, a smirk forming on your lips. You pulled his boxers down enough to free his member, letting his hand that was previously on your breast do the rest of the work to pull them down.

He then moved his fingers to your clothed core, rubbing you through the thin fabric before pulling the panties down. The pads of his fingers collected your wetness before he brought them up to his lips, sucking your juices off of them, “tastes so good, babe.”

You grinded your hips up against his, your core aching for friction. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. He lined himself up with you, pushing into you slowly and reveling in your muffled moans. Your lips moved in sync with his as he slowly pumped in and out of you, letting you gradually adjust to his size.

Once the slight pain had subdued, pleasure took over, spreading throughout your body. Your nails scraped along his back, silently urging him to pick up the pace. He obliged easily, his hips speeding up to thrust into yours. His lips left your own and traveled to your neck, pressing soft kisses all over the sensitive skin.

You moaned out as his pelvis met your clit, the friction making the pleasurable feelings even more intense. His hot breath hit your neck, “sound so pretty, doll.”

The darkness in his voice only drove you crazier, your hips bucking up to meet his. He continued showering you in small praises as your hips met in harmony. It didn’t take long for him to push you to the edge. You whined, “mm, so close.”

He hummed against your skin as his thrusts got harder, “yeah? You can cum, baby. I’ve got you.”

The combination of his words and his movements pushed you over the edge, ecstasy washing over you almost instantaneously. The feeling of your walls clenching around him pushed him into bliss alongside you, your orgasms coming simultaneously.

As he spilled into you, he continued to press kisses against your neck, slowly moving up to your lips lazily. Once you had both come down, he rolled off of you, landing beside you on the bed. He pulled you into his side, warmth radiating from his body.

He mumbled, “we just had married sex for the first time.”

You smiled up at him, kissing his chest, “yep.”

He chuckled, “I wonder how many people have had sex in this bed before us?”

You scrunched your nose in disgust, “Pete!” leading to an outbreak of laughter from the man.

[watevermelon]

✧ MSBY Soulmate!Atsumu x Reader

➳ Summary: You knew all about his personality, whether through the rumor vine or the numerous warnings your friends gave you. But there was no avoiding it - he was your soulmate after all.

➳ fluff; mutual pining; small jealousy; slight angst with a happy ending ➳ Navigation

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When he first met you, Atsumu hadn’t wanted to hear it.

This was in the prime of his life, being scouted for a Division 1 volleyball team was his life-goal and the only thing standing in his way was the upcoming Olympics. Which, of course, he was rumored to be included on as well.

Even back in high school, there were tons of fans and girls alike who would willingly fall to his feet. Regardless of his reputation, they were eager to share a single night despite knowing it would probably be their last. And Atsumu reveled in the excitement of the attention, feeding off the cheers and shallow admiration many threw at him both on the court and in the bedroom.

Atsumu didn’t want a soulmate, someone whom he was shackled to for the rest of his life.

No, initially he didn’t want you.

As for you, the feeling was mutual to a degree. Soulmates were a touchy topic for many, conversations about colors and contrast was something you could not personally relate to. The moment you met your soulmate, it was described to you as suddenly bathing your entire life in color.

A part of you was curious about your soulmate, where he was in the world, what was he doing and who he was with. But never had you centered your life around it, more like a passive curiosity that you hoped would one day be satiated.

You were a student of Inarizaki during its prime, the members of the volleyball team very popular among the student body. You had made acquaintances with Osamu and Suna through one or two classes, but never were you particularly close to them.

Your close friends often warned you about the leader of their trio anyway - Atsumu Miya and his drove of fuckboy energy. 

There was no doubt that the twin had multiple fan-clubs and obsessive flings surrounding him. You remembered once feeling sympathetic for his soulmate - thinking about how hard it would be to get him to saddle down to a single person. Especially, with the way he lived his life, it seemed the setter could care less about the concept of soulmates to begin with.

No, Atsumu would be a terrible soulmate for whoever was unfortunately linked to him by the red string of fate.

And while he was admittedly very handsome, you did not particularly care about the setter to actively reach out to him.

Besides, it was not like he even knew who you were to begin with.

The years went by and any thoughts you had about the setter were filed away in the quiet recesses of your mind, only appearing once in a while when Miya  Atsumu showed up on some article or newspaper cover for something regarding volleyball. You were silently proud of his accomplishments and representing your school and perfecture, achieving his dream and all, but hadn’t particularly cared about him in the first place.

That was all until one day, you walked into Onigiri Miya years later.

Even though Osamu was the quieter twin, he either had a good memory or was oddly sentimental, since he remembered your name immediately when you took a seat at the bar.

“I see the years have treated ya well.” Osamu started casually, almost making you blush at how the twin could say something like that as if totally normal between old friends. “How’ve ya been doin’?”

“I’ve been working in the city, just something temporary while I finish grad school.”

“Ah, you’ve always been smart.” He complimented.

“Nothing compared to you though.” You countered, “You look really happy doing this. And you have a few branches opening, I heard.”

“Keepin’ tabs on me?” He baited.

“Just like hearing about the success of our classmates.” You shrugged.

You were sure Osamu had something sassy to say back to you before he got called away by another customer. He motioned for you to stay as he walked to the other side. 

Your eyes followed him for a few seconds, watching how despite working around food constantly, he still had an athletic build after all these years. 

(Really, the dude was built like a dorito chip.)

And while you would have liked to stay and flirt with the pretty onigiri twin, a similar voice started from the door. A light chime signaling the front door opening, you heard a greeting toward Osamu, making you turn in your seat in interest.

Only to double-over in surprise as your world was suddenly too bright.

You had no time, not even seconds to get your bearings. Your life of white and black tones was suddenly full - the table covers were black and red, the plants at the windowsill were green with different arrangements of orange. You took in your surroundings quickly, soaking up colors for the first time in your life.

It seemed the other man was just as surprised, cursing as he went before you lifted your eyes simultaneously to look each other in the eyes once more.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Atsumu asked under his breath, but you heard it all the same.

What on earth could you possibly say to that?

Within seconds, the situation was whirling around in your brain that this was possibly the worst possible moment of your life.

You were soulmates that didn’t want each other - for opposite reasons, surely. You did not want to be with Atsumu since he was too much of a player to take the concept seriously and attempting anything with him would only result in heartache. And Atsumu didn’t want you because he surely had an endless amount of women he would rather be with.

“That’s what a girl wants to hear.” You countered as you crossed your arms.

You hadn't expected your first meeting with your soulmate to be met with expletives and it seemed Atsumu finally remembered a semblance of his manners.

“Sorry, ya caught me off-guard.” He started, “Now ain’t the greatest time for me.”

“Oh boy.” You murmured as you turned back in your seat at the bar, Atsumu taking the open one next to you.

“Wait, (L/N)? From Inarizaki?” Atsumu asked after he motioned toward Osamu in greeting.

“That’s me.” You formally introduced yourself, extending a hand out to him. He regarded you quietly before taking his phone out for you to take and put your number in.

“I knew it, I don’t forget a pretty face like yers after all.” Atsumu smoothly said. This was your soulmate and all you felt in response was resentment, thinking about all the women he probably used that line with. You handed him back his phone as he continued, “Wow, look at ya all grown up.”

“And look at you, a professional volleyball player.”

Atsumu looked at you with a critical eye, not one that you could really decipher, but it was clear he was looking at you very thoroughly. “Been to one’ve my games before?”

“Only a few times in high school.” You replied, facing his stare head-on as his smirk only widened. You weren’t sure what this was, but with a player like Atsumu, you were sure he was already sizing you up in a way you didn’t want.

Something told you that if you looked away, you would lose.

And so you held your ground, matching his intense stare as your onigiri meal waited for you at the bar-side.

Thankfully, his name was called out by his twin and Atsumu’s attention was grabbed away before you could break. 

“I didn’t know ya knew each other?” Osamu started as he returned, a glass in hand as he wiped it dry with a towel.

“We don’t.” You said instead.

Atsumu’s smirk tightened as he answered, “Just found out we’re soulmates, actually.”

Osamu put the glass down and turned to you, “'Tsumu fucking with me?”

“Unfortunately, no.” You answered.

“Unfortunately?” Atsumu emphasized as he turned to you more fully, the infuriating smirk still on his face for some reason, “I’ll have ya know that Imma great catch.”

“Debatable.” Osamu countered.

You laughed at his quip before looking at Atsumu, “Yeah, but I’m sure you don’t even want to be ‘caught,’ right?” You shot-back at the setter, “Unless you’re going to try to convince me that you still don’t want to entertain the droves of women at your feet?”

“Think ya have me all figured out?” Atsumu asked as he leaned closer to you, a quirked brow on his face. You looked toward Osamu who looked strangely amused, eyes going between you and Atsumu.

“I think I know enough to know why ‘now ain’t the greatest time’ for you.” You replied sassily as you shot back his first words to you, pushing at his chest to give back your personal space.

Atsumu just took your hand and put it in his own, calling your bluff. “Oh? Like how my time and attention are on Olympics while I’d rather treat my baby properly?”

“Oh god.” You said as you laughed.

You laughed.

To his face?

All the setter could think about was how interesting you were.

He had expected his soulmate to ‘fall at his feet’ as many had in the past. To cling to him for attention and to demand an exclusive shackle to them. But here you were: beautiful and independent and even physically pushing him away.

You grabbed your hand out of his light embrace and turned back to your food, smiling at what you thought was just another line he would feed to his other one-night stands. Atsumu bit his lip in frustration and looked briefly at Osamu, who was watching the two of you like his own personal source of humor.

If you were any other girl, Atsumu would wave you off. Say that he didn’t have time for one girl who didn’t care, he had dozens who would willingly take the spot instead. 

But you weren’t just any other girl, you were his soulmate.

And he could already feel the strange draw towards you.

Not even a few months ago he would scoff at the supposed soulmate bond. All the other members of the Black Jackals had found their other half and what they ranted on and on about made him sick. Bokuto somehow found a way to insert something about Akaashi at almost every conversation and Atsumu would constantly catch Hinata, even during midgame, staring at Kageyama.

They sickened him.

And yet somehow he now understood.

Seeing his soulmate before him, you were one of the first few people in a while that he felt like he had to prove himself to. There was probably an endless amount of expectation against him, he was sure. Being old classmates and seeing his name on a tabloid almost every other month would definitely do that.

And somehow only minutes into speaking to his soulmate, Atsumu wanted something different.

“I could always prove it to ya.” He shot toward you, making you laugh again. 

Alright, this shit ain’t gonna cut it.

Atsumu licked at his bottom lip before pulling your bar stool closer to his, relishing in the way your eyes widened in surprise as he did so. “Come on, ya lookin’ at yer soulmate. Just say what we both want and we can leave here together right now.”

You shot him back an incredulous expression, a challenging look in your eye as he put the ball in your court. It was strange to feed off the provocation of someone else; a new type of adrenaline in him as he wanted to get to know you.

“Sorry, but I’d rather not leave with a man who has hickies down his neck from some other woman.”

Atsumu almost felt himself click his tongue in frustration, but you were not exactly wrong. Just a few hours ago he was inside someone he couldn’t even name with a gun to his head, but that was a world before you.

A world before color and the sassy soulmate who seemed to want nothing to do with him. 

And while Atsumu wanted to prod a bit more, or at least get you to concede that he was the greatest option in the world, his phone rang out with Sakusa’s icon flashing on the screen.

Your eyes were drawn to the noise and you commented, “I’m sure you already have plans today anyway.”

Dashing that thought away, he lifted his phone to your eyes and showcased the proof to you. “Think again, my teammate is on the other line ready to chew my ass out.”

“Oh.” That shut you up, before shrugging and turning back to your food, “Well, I’ll see you around Atsumu.”

He leaned toward you, lips dropping beside your ear and lightly stating, “Keep ya schedule open this week.”

You hesitated for a second before saying, “Maybe.”

Atsumu answered the call and started gathering his things, his thoughts only half on Sakusa as the spiker complained about his cleaning habits in the locker room.

“We should probably exchange numbers again.” Osamu took out his phone, motioning it in your direction. 

You took it with a smile, to which Atsumu scowled and made a point of reminding his twin. “Yer better know she’s my soulmate.”

Osamu sighed outwardly and you just laughed adding, “And he’s the better twin afterall.”

Atsumu’s eyes darkened, phone completely forgotten as he took a step toward you, “I’ll remind you later who really is the better twin.”

He made it so easy to tease him, to challenge the world Atsumu built-up around him. You wanted to break it for some reason, to knock him down a peg for being stuck with a player as a soulmate.

And so you shot back, “I’d like to see you try.”

Atsumu smirked as his hand casually grazed up your thigh and squeezed at the skin there. “That’s a promise.”

He shot both of you goodbye’s before returning to his phone call and walking out the door. Atsumu had the last word for now, but you weren’t going to fall to his feet so easily. Turning back to Osamu was no help either, his expression amused as he watched the entire moment play-out.

“An here I was wantin’ to ask ya out.” Osamu stated plainly before shrugging as you sat still in your chair at the irony.

You expected that to be the last you’d see of Atsumu for a while - weeks or months or maybe even years as he entertained the long list of women that would be much easier to maintain than a soulmate.

He called you the next day, inviting you over for dinner and a movie before the weekend started.

You steeled your spine, telling yourself that the gorgeous setter was not going to get to you in a single night. He lived on the better side of Tokyo, just his zip-code alone was a flex of his wallet. And so when you reached his penthouse floor, you took a deep breath in the elevator before you entered his domain.

Again, you expected him to make good on his promise before, to make a move and prove to you that he was a playboy, asshole that you knew from high-school, but instead you had a pleasant first night.

Atsumu Miya entertained you with a home-cooked meal of all things, the two of you sat across from each other at his mahogany dining table.

“Who would’ve thought you would know how to cook well?”

“Ya know who my brother is?” Atsumu joked, “As if 'Samu will me live if I was an ass in the kitchen.”

“Of course, you’re just an ass in other places then.” You shot back, receiving a playful look of offense from the setter, before continuing. “But this tasted amazing, so thank you.”

Atsumu had that smirking expression on his face, like he was carefully watching you, picking you apart in his mind as he thought about the next ten moves in this strange game.

The setter put a hand on your knee under the table and you expected that to be the move, for it to slide up the rest of the way. But instead he tapped the area twice before he stood, grabbing your empty plates and motioning for you to go to the living room. 

“Why dont’cha get comfortable for the movie while I wash these?”

You weren’t disappointed, per se. 

Just surprised, if anything.

And the night continued on just as tamely, playful and even flirty banter between the two of you over the action movie that played out. At one point he draped a casual arm across the back of the couch, resting his hand on your shoulder and pulling you to lean against him.

You had witty banter back and forth and when the movie finally ended, Atsumu commented how it was getting late. Surprised again, you took the out and allowed him to call a car for you. Atsumu walked you down to the street and only when he was opening the door for you, did he lightly pull you at the waist to chastely move your lips together.

Lasting only seconds, he pulled away just as quickly and ushered you into the car and whispered in your ear, “See you soon, (F/N).

Everything you had expected of the playboy you thought you knew was shattered, no sudden move to get you on your back on his bedsheets. Yes, he still said plenty of flirty things to you, but he had yet to actually act on it. Was that simply a bluff before? Or was he playing a longer game to get you off the defensive?

“Yer so cute, (F/N).” Atsumu complimented you once as you lounged on his couch another day, “There are days I can barely keep my hands off ya.”

And before you could recognize how quickly your life was changing, that first initial date snowballed into more dates and somehow you had gotten to the point where you would visit his place fairly often. Whether for dinner or a simple hangout, it seemed Atsumu was keen on inserting himself into your life little by little.

And somewhere along the way, you started to doubt your earlier musings of a fuck boy with no regard for a soulmate. Maybe he had changed from high school? Or maybe, he had changed when he met you?

Or at least, that’s what you wanted to believe.

He had convinced you one night, when you came over for dinner or whatever it must have been, when it started to absolutely downpour outside. He insisted that he did not feel safe sending you home in this weather, to which you countered that you had travelled in worse.

That did little to subdue his worries and instead you found yourself in an oversized jersey getting tucked into his bed that night.

“What’s that face about?” He asked as you laid there together, bed sheets up to your shoulders as he placed an arm beneath your head.

“Nothing, just thinking.”

You thought the first time you’d ever see his bedsheets would be when he was inside of you, not tamely laying beside you and kissing your forehead goodnight. And when he pulled you closer to him, cuddling you to sleep that night, that was one of the safest times you had ever felt.

If this was just a game, if you were just another one of his girls, he would have made a move that night, right?

And so you believed that Atsumu was honestly as earnest in his actions as he said, trying to get to know you for you. Not because you were just another woman to put as a notch on his bedpost, but because he was genuinely interested in you.

That was until you saw the first dating scandal since you had met the setter.

He had plenty of other scandals before this, many women had been attached to his name before, but never had you cared in the past because that was simply his reputation and you barely knew him. But now you had an active role in his life, how could you not know about some woman he was apparently also spending time with?

You did not want to believe some random tabloids over the trust of your soulmate. At least, that was until one day you overheard Atsumu on the phone with his twin.

“Listen, I took out (F/N) that first time cause ya told me to.”

That shit hurted.

The entire foundation of your relationship was based on the fact that his twin pressured him into getting to know you? Did Atsumu even want to get to know you in the first place? Was he really playing with your feelings this whole time?

You turned and went back to his living room, filing this away in your mind as you took a seat. If Atsumu didn’t actually want you in his life, then you would surely give him the space he wanted to begin with.

But you had missed the rest of that phone conversation.

“But I feel like I’ve already fallen for her. I don’t know, she’s different. Ya, ya. I know, I won’t fuck it up this time.”

And so you resolved to put between each other the space he wanted initially.

When you first met, he was pretty vocal about not wanting a soulmate at the time. But he had convinced you along the way, that maybe this was something the both of you wanted.

You were wrong.

Phone calls went ignored and you stopped replying to texts after a few curt replies. You needed distance if you were going to get over Miya Atsumu and his inevitable line of one-night stands.

Your soulmate was supposed to be the one person in the world who completed you, who understood you whole and made you feel loved. And while you were on the precipice of those feelings, it all quickly came crashing down with reality.

Atsumu Miya did not want you.

One night, as you were studying for grad-school, you were working on your part of the group project and were expecting a call any moment now from your other partners. 

When the phone rang out, you picked it up without regard to the name on the screen until it was too late.

“Hey, (F/N)? Haven’t heard from you in a while.” Atsumu’s voice started immediately and it was not like you could hang-up on him now.

“Sorry, I’ve been busy trying to make rent, y’know. Not everyone can be a world-renowned professional athlete.”

There was a small pause on his end before, “... you could always stay with me if you have financial problems.”

What?

Why would he offer that? Just to make you suffer when he brought other women home?

“Don’t say things you’ll regret, haha.” You try to put back that earlier distance, “I’m sure you have a laundry list of girls who are eager to hear back from you after all.”

“What? (F/N), that’s not--”

You cut him off there, “Listen, I’m waiting on a couple people for a school thing. I’ll see you around, Miya-san.”

Miya-san.

Miya-san.

Where had he fucked up?

In the weeks Atsumu had gotten to know you, it was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that he hadn’t felt for anyone. It was like the unspoken bond crap that Kita had explained to him in high school or that Suna, who recently found his own soulmate, raved about was actually real.

For the first time in his life he wanted to spend time with a woman for longer than a single night. He wanted to bring you home, kiss you good morning, and possibly have a home with both your names on the mailbox.

And while not even a few months ago he would have scoffed at shit like that, Atsumu wanted it and felt that for the first time it was in his grasp.

So where did he go wrong?

The last thing he ever wanted to do was actually make you feel unwanted and he feared that his initial words might have sparked something within you.

It was no surprise when Atsumu showed up at your apartment unannounced the next day.

Not expecting any company, you waltzed over to the door, thinking it might be a package delivery, and opened it in your pajamas.

Atsumu walked right past you and into the living room, words striking with the specificity of a cobra. “Are you just fucking with me?”

You sputtered before closing the door, “What? 

He ran a stressed hand through his hair, but maintained eye-contact with you. “Yer my soulmate and I wanna get to know you. Am I alone in wantin’ this?”

“Shouldn’t I ask that of you?” You shot back, “You made it clear as day that you didn't want me as your soulmate to begin with!”

Atsumu sighed and took a step closer to you, closing the distance to lightly grab at your elbows. “For fucks sake, that was months ago. Don’t tell me that all that time together meant nothin’ to you?”

“Of course it meant something to me!” You exclaimed back, before pushing at his chest while he did not budge a single inch away. “Don’t act like I’m the one half-assed in this.”

He scowled back, “What is that suppos’ed to mean?”

You did not hesitate, "I know you only spent time with me because Osamu told you to.”

Atsumu recoiled in surprise and you took that as your escape, pushing his lingering hands away as you made for the kitchen. But the setter was out of his stupor quickly, trailing behind you.

“Fuck, what did ‘Samu tell you?”

“He didn’t have to tell me anything, I found out the truth myself.”

You could tell Atsumu’s stress level was skyrocketing, from the way his hair was mused without care and angled strangely in certain ways.

“Ya got it all wrong, it was just that first time!” Atsumu replied right behind you.

“What do you mean?”

“‘Samu was the one who told me to call ya the next day, but I was going to eventually ‘cause I wanted to get to know ya myself.”

You slowly took in his words, but it was hard to make any sort of decision with the setter right in front of you. A part of you, one that attributed it to the soulmate bond, was basically begging you to forgive him and wrap yourself in his embrace. That part wanted to feel those muscular arms around you once again, to feel safe in the arms of the one person in the universe meant for you.

But, afraid of getting hurt and without much argue left within you, you tossed back. “Yeah, eventually.”

Atsumu put a strong grip on your waist, holding you there in place before you could run away again.“‘Samu told me to, but I could’ave easily not done nothin’ that first night or any time after.”

You bit your lip at his words, Atsumu was laying all his cards on the table and he wanted a response from you. 

And he wanted it now.

“Please, ya know me better by now.” Atsumu turned you in place to face him, leaning down to whisper his words against your forehead. “I know Imma bad deal - I can’t imagine what ya thought of me back in high school and even earlier this year. I have a bad history and an even worse reputation.”

“But after just a few weeks, I don’t want ya out of my life ever again. Just hearin’ ya call me by my last name yesterday nearly killed me.” Atsumu continued, trailing his lips further down until your foreheads were touching, “Lets give this a try - a real one. Give me the chance to make you happy for the rest of our lives.”

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the insistent inner tug on your heart and how the setter was encompassing all your thoughts. “Atsumu… I--”

“Stop overthinkin’.” He interrupted, “I don’t want to bombard you. But I promise I won’t ever purposely hurt you.”

You took in a harsh breath, wondering how on earth this could be the same Miya Atsumu who plagued your high school. He had changed, not just from then but from the short amount of time you had already shared together. Opening your eyes slowly, Atsumu was still clutching you around the waist, but his eyes were carefully scanning your expression.

“Okay.” 

You replied, leaning into his touch more as the smile on the setter’s face widened.

He did not waste a single moment, leaning down to capture your lips with his. You stood surprised for a second, before pushing up to meet his gentle touches. There was no sudden epiphany, no instant speech of undying love after. But there was no denying the harsh flutter intensifying after every inflamed touch. 

Your heart pounded hard in your chest as you leaned more into the setter, knees going weak as his tongue roamed your open mouth. Your only focus was on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictive it was to have Atsumu invaded all your senses. From the intense smell of his cologne to the light tickle of his blond hair against your head, Atsumu was dominating your every feeling.

And so it was quite a surprise when Atsumu gave you one final peck, before moving to your forehead and placing a light butterfly kiss there and backing off entirely.

“Fuck, just look at you.” He commented as he leaned back, looking at you up and down. There was no doubt the sight that greeted him, you messy with drool, tousled hair, and rumpled clothing. “Even in your sheep pajamas, it’s hard for me to keep my hands off ya.”

Your blush intensified at his words, putting a playful hand on his chest and muttering a small, “Shut up.”

“Never.” He quipped back, putting another kiss on your forehead before pulling away, only your hands still joined. “Now let’s get your apartment packed.”

“What?” You asked, confused. Your mind was still nothing more than a cup of spilled milk after Atsumu had all but ravaged your senses.

He smiled before pulling you back to your living room. You followed wordlessly, his previous statements slowly pouring into your brain after the intense liplock. It was hard to focus on anything when the attractive setter was making a point to kiss you at an open chance.

“As in packed to move in with me.”

[wpdarlingpan]

Hello! I recently follow you and read your writing of DC. I love it, your writing are really good! For a request, i have this idea...

Platonic yandere Damian wayne with twin sister reader. Maybe, when they were kids, he used to be hated her because she was excelent in everything and have a little care and love from Talia. But she really care for his brother and then Ra al-ghul put them to fight among themselves on a cliff to see who was going to be the future leader and in a bad move, they ended up hanging up in the cliff. Then his sister, not wanting to see his brother die, brings him back to the surface and she ends up falling. Damian didn't know how to react and only receive a slap from his mother .

How about, after Damian goes to live with Bruce and being the new Robin, in one of the fights with Slade and his partner, this partner decides to let himself be trapped so that Slade can escape. In the Batcave, they take off the mask to discover that it is their sister, but someone very different, with another personality, cold, somewhat insane, hostile and very intelligent like that, because she was submerged in the Lazarus pit by Slade, who consider as a parent. Maybe Damian will try to reason with her and apologize for what he did to her. She tells him that it is too late and a smoke bomb explodes to reveal that Slade came for his daughter. She, determined, goes with him, but Damian tries to stop her, but is defeated and tells him that he should never have saved him, to see how Damian tears up and before leaving, he laughs and says "I didn't know that demons cry "

it could be possible? Thanks!!

Ukht: Sister in Arabic

Title: Not Again

Talia was surprised when she gave birth to twins. The boy a few minutes sooner than the girl. She was glad as well as they had two lethal weapons instead of one.

Two children with the blood of Talia Al Ghul and The Batman.

There was a boy she named Damian and she name the girl Y/N. She cared for them a short time after they were born then they were cared for mostly by maids.

As they grew older Damian began to despise his younger sister. She was perfect at everything and he was always second best. He believed she got all the love of their mother and grandfather and left him with none.

They were 10 when they were dropped at the top of the tallest mountain on their land and told to fight to determine the next Leader of the League Of Assassins. They were equals. They fought for hours as they each met each attack with one of equal force same with defense. They were bloody and bruised and Y/N couldn’t bare to hurt her brother anymore. But we she was about to give, she didn’t notice how close to the edge they were. The stood facing each other with their feet barely not over the edge but as Damian attack he knocked himself over the edge because he lost balance as he grew angry and let his emotions over ride his training. But as he fell he grabbed onto his sisters leg and she was pulled down with him. The didn’t fall far as they ended hanging onto a small ledge not to far from the top of the mountain.

Y/N knew what she had to do, but did she have the strength to do it is what she was questioning to herself.

She grabbed the rope she had attached to her belt and used one hand to toss it up and luckily for her it landed around a tall rock while the other end flew back down. The two ends of the rope were next to her and she leaned over and attached the rope to Damians belt as he struggled to hold on. He looked over once he felt the weight on his belt and he looked back at her questioningly.

“I love you Damian.” She said as she grabbed onto one end of the rope, pulling Damian up to the top as she used as much of the weight she could to work as a pulley system. She didn’t want him to bed up falling back down so as soon as she saw he was safely to the top, or as safe as you could be on the top of the mountain. She let go.

Damian screamed as he saw his sister fall beneath the clouds to her death, and he couldn’t do anything. He hated her all of his life for reasons she could not control and he didn’t realize that he never triplet hated her until he realized he never had been without her. She patched him up after fights in the middle of the night so he couldn’t protest, gave his pieces of food, tried to show him love but he wouldn’t accept it, not from her. 

He regretted it now.

A assassin flew a helicopter up to the mountain with Talia in the back going to collect Damian. Once she arrived and Damian had fought the pain and walked onto the helicopter, Talia slapped him sending him to the floor with a red hand print on his cheek. He wouldn’t cry, never.

They arrived back at the compound and Talia led him to Ra’s. Of course they talked about everything he did wrong then made him practice for 5 hours until it was perfect. After they sent him away to sleep he had nightmares of his sisters death, and how he hated her all those years.

The next day he was sent to live with his father after the league was attacked and Ra’s was killed. His mother handed him off and later on he decided to stay with his father even after he was to be brought back to the league. It had been a few months since then and Batman and Robin were in the middle of a fight with Slade otherwise known as deathstroke. He was a powerful force to be reckoned with. But even worse now, as he had a sidekick.

A fully masked figure wearing fighting gear and knifes strapped to their thigh, not to mention the very sharp Katana they were wielding, it was a difficult task for them both. But Batman dodged a stroke from the blade and the blade hit a gas pipe, as it was about to explode Slade ran off and Batman was about to go follow before she tackled him to the ground. They fought for a good couple seconds before Robin joined the fight and she was knocked out.

Batman and Robin swung out of the warehouse with Batman holding the masked figure as the pipe exploded leaving behind a burning building.

They put her in handcuffs and put her in the back of the batmobile as they drove home.

“Who do you think she is Batman?”

“I’m not sure.”

They drove home in silence, when did Slade get a partner?

Once in the bat cave they tied her to a chair before Alfred fixed up their cuts. The figure began to slowly wake up and she struggled in the chair before settling while staring at the duo.

“Why were you with Slade? A partner? Sidekick? Apprentice?” She doesn’t respond and continued to glare. The Bat stared right back and couldn’t help but think she was very short, just a inch or two below Damian. Her eyes seemed young as well but didn’t hold any innocence.

“You heard him, who are you?!” Damian demanded by Robin put a hand on his shoulder

They still didn’t respond. But, an idea came to mind. If she gave away her identity it would distract them enough for her to initiate a plan.

“Take off my mask Damian and see.” She spoke ominously while they both looked in shock that she knew his identity. He got over it and quickly ripped off her mask and he was staring into eyes alike to his own.

“Y-Y/N?”

“Miss me? I’m sure you didn’t.”

“Who is she Damian?”

“He never told you about me?” She asked with a fake point then proceeded to smirk.

“Damian?” Batman questioned further but all domain could do was stare.

“I’m his twin sister.” If there was a time the bat had showed that he was shocked it would have been when he found out about Damian, but this one rivaled it.

“W-What?”

He looked over to Damian but Damian turned away.

“Yep, his little sister only by a few minutes.”

Damian and Bruce took off the masks looked at her. Bruce saw the resemblances, between Damian and her, between her and himself.

Damian knelt in front of her and stared into her eyes.

“Forgive me ukht, please forgive me.” Tears gathered in his eyes surprising y/n. Damian crying? That’s not possible.

“Forgive you for what Damian?” Bruce questioned staring at his children.

Y/N had her lips pursed so Damian responded.

“Our mother and grandfather put us against each other in a mountain… it was a fight to the death to determine who would be the heir to the league. We fought for hours before I let me emotions lead and I fell. I grabbed onto y/n and she came down with me. We felt onto a ledge with barely enough room for us to hold on.” Bruce’s eyes are wide and slightly teary. “She grabbed her rope and made a pulley system. I was slipping, she tied it to my belt and jumped, telling me she loved me. Pulling me to the top as she Plummeted down. She fell, or rather let go so I could live.”

“And yet here we are.” She spoke snarky glaring at Damian.

“How are you here then?” Bruce questioned feeling as if he knew the answer. Jason was a standing example.

“You already know Bruce. The Lazarus Pit. Just like how it brought back Robin #2.” She smirked as he glared slightly. Damian glared back at their father as he needed to calm down.

“But did you know something Batman?” 

“What is it Y/N?”

“We always have a back up plan.”

With that the wall bursted open and Y/N shook of the robes she had been working away with a small knife. She held up a small tracker she had on her and smirked at their surprise faces. The duo threw on their masks even though their identity’s were already known.

Slade walked in with swords at the ready and he threw one to Y/N.

“Nice to see you.” Slade smirked at her.

“To you as well.”

“Ready to go?” He questioned her ignoring the bat and the bird.

“Ready when you are.” They nodded slightly and

Slade attacked Batman while she got Damian. With the help of a smoke Bomb and their disorientation from the information that she was alive, they were fairly easy to take down. They knocked the duo down to the floor and tied their legs together, just to give them enough time to escape.

“You can’t go! Not again.” Damian yelled with tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t lose her, not again.

“Wow look at that Slade.”

“What is it Y/N?” He played along as they turns towards the whole in the wall.

“I didn’t know Demons could cry. You learn something new everyday.”

Slade tossed another smoke Bomb into the cave as the last dispersed, distracting Damian and Bruce since they had almost gotten out of the rope, and got far away from the duo.

Damian stared at the hole in the wall in a mix of anger and sadness. Bruce in shock still.

Damian sobbed and fell to the floor in tears.

“Not again.”

~*~

Hopefully you liked it! Sorry it wasn’t too Yandere, I wasn’t sure how to make him a Yandere with this. But I how it was still good. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day! ♡

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

serendipity // bucky barnes

PART ONE

Summary: You end up stuck in 1942 without a way to come back, but when you meet the young and charming version of Bucky Barnes, do you really want to go back to the present?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: lack of ‘40s knowledge

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Thanks to @punxgal​ for proofreading this. You’re amazing!

divider by @firefly-graphics​

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“Are you sure we should be here? You know how Tony is about people in his lab,” Wanda pointed out for like the seventh time but you kept on ignoring her. Maybe you should have listened to her and you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation. 

Tony didn’t allow anyone in his lab, he had his reasons, but the majority of it was because he didn’t like it when other people touched his stuff. You had the stupid idea of breaking this rule to go to see what he was working on, and of course, you bring Wanda with you, because if you are going to get in trouble you may as well involve your best friend.

You were a restless person and had the bad habit of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. It was something most people hated about you, you did nothing to change it, but this time took the cake.

You had messed with one of Tony’s new gadgets, the lights went off, an alarm ringing so loud you had to cover your ears. Then out of nowhere, a gust of wind swirled the room.

Wanda screamed at you asking what was going on, sparks lighting up the darkroom. You could feel what felt like someone pulling you and then your body hit the ground and seconds later Wanda was laying next to you.

Pulling yourself back up onto your feet, you looked around taking in your surroundings. You weren’t in Tony’s lab anymore. You were outside, in a dark alley. 

“Did Tony build a teleportation machine?” you asked confused 

“Not exactly,” you turned around to see Wanda, she was holding a newspaper in her hands with a frightened look on her face. You take a look at the paper to see what got her so shaken, and you saw it, the date. 

 “We’re in 1942?”

Was it really possible that you had traveled back in time? Had he really figured it out? You knew Tony was a genius but a time machine it’s too much, even for him.

“What do we do now?” Wanda was looking at you as if she was waiting for you to come with a solution, after all, you were responsible for this situation. If you haven’t sniffed around Tony’s lab you wouldn’t be here right now, you would be back at the compound, safe and eating ice cream while you watch some shitty show on Netflix.

You sighed, “I don’t know”

“They’re going to come for us, right?”

“I guess. The alarms went off in the lab, so they must know that something has happened, it’s just a matter of time until they put two and two together and come to our rescue.” But you didn’t know when that’s gonna happen. “We’ll just have to wait”

“Okay,” Wanda accepted, “What do we do until then?”

You decided the best thing, for now, was to look for a place to stay. You walked out of the alley and into the streets of Brooklyn. As you walked through the crowd you could see the strange looks people were giving you, trying to get out of your way or trying not to walk close to you at all.

“Why are they looking at us like that?” you inquired.

Wanda stopped walking and grabbed your hand, pulling you to a side of the street “I think it’s the clothes” she pointed out. 

“What’s wrong with our- “ you stopped your sentence when you took a look at what you were wearing. Jeans, t-shirts, boots, and leather jackets aren't the most go-to look in the ’40s.

You couldn’t walk through the streets like that. It was drawing attention and that’s the last thing you two needed right now. Wanda paused for a moment, you standing next to her, she was doubting if she should do what she had in mind or not, it was a good option, the only option you guys had. Wanda wasn’t a fan of her powers, especially with people often being scared and disgusted by her. Not that she didn’t blame them though. But it hurt you that some people didn’t see farther than her powers. She is not only your best friend, but an amazing person and who only deserves the best.

Wanda sighed. She didn’t have a choice. You looked at her and instantly knew what she wanted to do. It was one of the many reasons The Scarlet Witch was your best friend. There was no need for words to know what the other was thinking, even without her powers, there was a connection between you two.

Only a snap of her fingers and a few seconds later, you looked down to see your clothes. Your twenty-first century outfit had been replaced with a knee-length, A-line dress and a pair of peep-toe heels and your hair was now lying in loose waves. “Wow.” You looked at her with fascination that you’d always held when seeing Wanda use her powers. You didn’t understand why people could be afraid of her when she could do such wonderful things.

It was the next day when you were laying in the bed of the hostel you were staying at and the ceiling had never been more interesting. It had been more than 24 hours and still, you had no news from your friends. 

You hadn’t left the room, and you were starting to feel suffocated. 

“Let’s get out,” you proposed as you got up from the bed. Wanda tore her gaze from the book she was reading and looked at you like had grown a second head.

“Are you crazy? We can’t just go walking around the city like that!”

“Why not?” you pouted and sat in her bed next to her “What is the harm?”

Your careless demeanor was something that drove Wanda crazy sometimes. You never thought about the consequences your actions could have and you two being stuck more than seventy years in the past was the perfect example of that. And now you wanted to go out and have fun as if this were a normal Friday for you.

The witch sighed and closed the book in her hands. “We’re not home, (Y/N). We cannot go and parade around the city like we belong here.”

“I just want to have some fun!” 

“You wanting to have fun is what had brought us here in the first place.” Wanda muttered under her breath, you weren’t supposed to hear it, but you did. You got up abruptly from the bed and made your way to the door.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t reply to her as you left the room, closing the door behind you as you made your way out of the building and into the streets of New York. You knew you were acting childish and you knew Wanda was right but you were too proud to let her know that. 

You walked through the streets with no particular destination in mind, you just needed the air hitting on your face. You had walked for at least twenty minutes when you spotted a building that caught your eye. A dance hall.

You crossed the street and made your way into the building. Jazz music flooded your ears as soon as you entered even though the club wasn't that large. It had enough room for various couples to be able to dance and that’s all that seemed to be needed. This scene was so different from what you were used to. It felt different but in a good way. You couldn't help but feel struck by the feeling that you were born in the wrong decade. You’d have loved to live like this. 

As your eyes explored the room, you spotted a short man aside from the crowd that you couldn’t help but recognize. You narrowed your eyes, trying to get a better glimpse of him. Oh my god... He was so much different now, but you would recognize the face of Steve Rogers anywhere. 

 You turned to leave as soon as you recognised him. Steve couldn’t see you. Yes, he had no idea who you were yet, but he’ll meet you in the future and this could affect all manners of things. What if you do something that changes the past and affects the future and- Now you were panicking, your mind running a mile per hour, trying to get out there when you turned and slammed straight into someone. 

“Careful, doll.” That voice, why did it sound so familiar to you? You looked up into the eyes of the man in front of you and there he was. A young Bucky Barnes. With those steel-blue eyes,  full of joy and that charming smile that never left his face. This version of him, at least. The Bucky you knew was nothing like the man that currently stood in front of you. 

“You okay?” he asked worriedly, and it was then you realized that you had been staring at him for too long.

You looked away quickly, muttering a quick, “Y-Yeah, sorry.”

You tried to walk past him and keep your original plan of leaving the club. If talking to Steve was a bad idea, talking to Bucky wasn’t a better one. As soon as you made to leave, Bucky grabbed your upper arm gently, turning your heels so you were facing him again.

“Come on, doll. You can’t leave me like that,” the smile never left his face and you thought how strange it was to see him smile so much. Nowadays, it was a rarity to see Bucky smile, not that you could blame him for his broody demeanor after everything that he has been through. But now you couldn’t shake how damn beautiful he looked with a smile adorning his features. “You own me at least one dance.”

He held his hand to you, and you knew you should have refused, it was the worst idea and it could affect the future but you weren’t known for making the right choices. So, you took his hand and danced through your second mistake of the night.

It was late when you walked into the room, but Wanda was still up, waiting for you on her bed. She was doing her typical ‘scolding a child’ pose and she could be intimidating when she wanted to.

“Where have you been?” she demanded.

You bit your bottom lip, a habit you had when you were nervous. “I fucked up….again”

His hands were on your back with yours wrapped around his shoulders. You swayed to the slow melody the band was playing. 

“So… I don’t think I got your name,”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” His shameless flirting made you chuckle as you’d heard the stories from Steve about Bucky’s amazing luck with the ladies. But now that you had that same man in front of you, his hand wrapped around your middle and dancing so close to you, you could see why so many women fell for him. He really had a game.

“What about you, Romeo? Can I get your name?”

“Bucky Barnes” he smirked. As you kept dancing to the sound of the music, his eyes never left yours, not for even a second, and you wished in that moment that you had the power to read his mind.

He tightened his hands on your back as he leaned a little to be closer to you. “How is it that I have never seen you around before?”

“I’m just passing by” You simply state, not technically lying to him. You still held hope that your friends were working on a way to bring you home.

“Does that mean I’m not gonna see you again?” His voice sounded disappointed, almost sad. 

He brought one of the hands that were resting on your back to your face, caressing your cheek gently. Cupping your jaw, he looked into your eyes, asking for permission. When you didn’t do anything to stop him, he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours. His lips were soft as they brushed gently against your own and you couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed you with so much tenderness. Bucky has only known you for a few hours and his kiss had more meaning than any of the kisses you had received from any of your previous relationships. It was something you didn’t know you craved until now, so you let yourself get lost in the kiss, melting into the third mistake of the night.

“What the hell, (Y/N)!” Wanda raised her voice at you. “Do you have any idea of what you have done?”

“I just- I couldn’t help myself,” you defended yourself, “You should have seen him… I couldn’t tell him no.” 

“Since when do you have feelings for Bucky?”

“I don’t!”

“It doesn’t sound like it…. and it definitely doesn’t look like it. You practically light up every time you mention his name!” pointing accusingly at you.

You weren’t lying when you said you don’t have feelings for Bucky. You had barely talked to the man since Steve brought him to the compound. You didn’t know anything about him other than what basic information everyone already knew. 

He was quiet and shy, spending most of his time locked in his room. The times he did come out, he only spoke with Steve and Sam. He tried to stay out of the way of everyone, not wanting to be a burden.  

“What did you do after the kiss?” Wanda asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“I ran away...”

[babylooneytoonz]

Curly Hair and Blue Eyes, Just like yours

Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem! Reader

Summary: You decide to tell Clark Kent about the daughter he never knew he had with you, and he only wishes he had found out about her in a better situation.

Warnings: Kidnapping , Violence, Angst

[My Masterlist]

"Baby, we gotta go, come on out now," You called from the kitchen, having stuffed Piper's lunchbox into her tiny little bag that you had now propped on your shoulder. Little feet raced down the staircase of your home and you smiled, when you saw the little blue eyed girl, her hair neatly settled into two pigtails on either sides of her head, poked her head in. You knelt down in front of her, helping her put her bag on.

"Mommy? I wanna have Uncle Jerry's apple pie— " You smiled as you stood back up, quickly kissing the top of her head, as you took her hand in yours, your fingers clasping against the five year old's tiny ones.

"Well, if you are a good girl at school today, mommy might think of baking you one instead for dessert," you smiled down at her as the two of you walked out of your tiny two bedroom apartment in a tiny, cramped street in Metropolis where you had lived for years. You buckled her into the passenger seat, laughing to yourself listening to her as she had decided that now was the time to speak to her doll.

Being a single mother, there was so much on your plate always. Your days started with leaving Piper at Kindergarten, heading straight to the grocery store where you worked after leaving her. Four hours later you drove back to her school, picked her up and brought her back to the store with you, where you fed her and let her play around at the back, until 4 pm when finally, you ended your shift and the two of you drove your way back home.

You straightened the crease on your shirt, leaning against the fence along with the other young mothers who were waiting to collect their wards from kindergarten, just like you were until the bell rang somewhere inside, and a flurry of kids arrived, like bees floundering in the air.

You knelt down, throwing your arms out at the sight of your daughter who pushed herself into you, and you kissed her on her nose, and she giggled.

"Mommy, guess who vi- vitit— " She stammered, trying to say the word but she couldn't.

"Visited?" You asked, smiling at her, and she nodded.

"Visi- ted today."

You pulled yourself up, taking her hand in yours as you began walking with her towards the car parking, glancing down at her every ten seconds or so.

"Superman!!" She excitedly screamed, clapping as you opened the car door for her. The smile that was earlier on your lips dropped at the mention of him, and instead, a hollow look now ghosted your eyes as you regarded her briefly, giving her a fake smile and nodded, buckling her into the passenger seat, "Hm, I see. Why was he there?"

The car ride back to the store was a quiet one from your end, where only Piper spoke telling you of how the Superman had visited the kindergarten today, spent time with the children, telling them how they all were strong enough to grow up and be Supermen and Superwomen themselves. There were times when you snorted, not win disbelief, quickly masking it with a fake laugh, listening to your daughter talk about him.

You hated him, atleast you thought you did. You realized, the more you listened to her describe, Clark Kent was just the same— just the way you remembered him to be six years ago, when you had last met him.

How were you supposed to tell the innocent little child what Superman used to be to you?

Six years back, he had left you, leaving you broken hearted, and had walked out of your life, without giving you a reason as to where had you gone wrong in your relationship with him. No matter how much you tried, pleading and begging him to reconsider, it appeared as though he had already made up his mind.

"[Y/N], this will hurt for a while, and then you will be okay, trust me."

How the hell were you supposed to trust him when he was the one responsible for the excruciatingly painful heartbreak that you had witnessed?

You watched him, followed the news, watching every single success that Superman attained, his face plastered to your television screen, his charming boyish smile tugging at your heartstrings but you still felt happy, knowing how he was saving the world. Although, ironically, he had done nothing to save your crumbling relationship.

You would have still forgiven him, had you not found out, just a month after he had left you, that you were pregnant.

At first, you thought that Clark deserved to know— after all, he had every right to be in his child's life, and you were no one to take that boon away from him, or your child. Sucking it up, you had forced yourself to go to the Daily Planet building, to talk to Clark, to tell him what you had found out.

You didn't. You couldn't. Because he looked happy with Lois Lane. So you left.

Your home smelt like a freshly baked apple pie, as you stood against the kitchen counter, the baked goodie laying in front of you just like you had promised your little girl. Outside, in the living room, you could hear the television on, as Piper watched her favourite cartoon, her chuckling audible to you, which made you smile. Your golden retriever, Berry, nudged her head against your leg, causing you to bend slightly so you could pet the top of her head before she scampered off to be with her best friend once more.

"Piper, baby. Berry wants to go out."

The little girl dashed into the kitchen upon hearing your words, her excited eyes glimmering with delight as she began looking up at you.

"Mommy, can I take her out?"

You thought for a minute, planning to refuse at first but then you gave up, because the two of you, your baby girl and your furry baby both looking at you with big, googly eyes that you couldn't resist.

"Fine but stay close to the front gate, and inside. There's a lot of traffic outside, love. Mommy's gonna be watching you from the window here, alright?" You gave her a smile, watching as the two of them walked off, the dog first, followed by the girl— smiling at how considerate the big dog was around her tiny form.

While you were readying the plates, setting the dinner table, you momentarily made sure to glance out of the window, from where you could see them both, running around, being the big goofballs the two of them were. What you failed to see, was a dark hooded man, standing by your fence, watching the girl carefully, observing.

A few minutes passed by, and you decided that it was time to go out and fetch the two back inside, when you heard Berry mediating between loud barks, and pained whines. Your eyes widened, as you ran out of the house, on bare foot, the pads of your feet grazing against the grass when you saw two men, throwing your daughter into the back of a car, Berry having tied ruthlessly by her neck to the tree, the hold so hard that she was almost suffocating. By the time you ran to the gate the car was already turning down the street, until it finally disappeared out of view and you fell to your knees, screaming, crying, your heart pounding inside your chest. Someone had taken your daughter.

Finally, after two minutes of screaming your heart out, you leapt to your feet freeing Berry from the leash that had her pinned to the tree, tears still streaming down your face as you ran inside, grabbing your phone and your car keys.

There was only one who could bring her back, and there was nothing stopping you from asking from his help, because only he could do it— find her from whichever corner of Metropolis they were hiding her and bring her back.

At some time between you driving recklessly through the streets of Metropolis to the time you finally reached the Daily Planet building once again, the sky started pouring, heavily. You parked your car in the parking lot opposite to the building and without caring, you stepped out into the rain, racing your way into the building.

"Clark Kent, please, it's urgent," you literally slammed your moist fists against the desk of the office receptionist, her eyes widening when she saw the condition you were in— your hair and your outfit drenched in the rain, sticking to you, your body trembling with cold.

"Uh, sure, but who do I say is asking for him?"

"[Y/N], and please, tell him it's urgent."

You began rubbing the side of your arms fervently, trying to keep yourself warm, as the receptionist pulled the receiver to her ears, and looked up at you briefly, "Mr. Kent, a Miss [Y/N] is here. She, uh, says it's urgent, and it does look like she is in a state of.. emergency."

The receptionist disconnected the phone, slowly placing the receiver back. She looked up at you, and informed you that Clark was on his way now to see you. You began biting the insides of your cheeks— a sudden nervousness killing you from the inside. How were you going to tell him? What if he refused to help you? Where was Piper? All kinds of depressive thoughts began to sneak into your head when his silhouette finally appeared, his eyes falling on you as he was walking towards you.

Clark Kent pushed his glasses nervously over the bridge of his nose, his heart racing. He wasn't sure, why after all those years you were here to see him, and that too, this urgently. He hoped you were okay. When he stepped out of his office, his eyes fell on you. His heart broke, yet again, on the sight of you— you were dripping from head to toe, your body shivering due to the cold. His pace increased, until he was literally running towards you, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Clark." You began, only to find yourself give in, to nerve wracking sobs as he pulled you into his embrace, letting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him, as he soothingly rubbed your back, thousands of memories flooding back into both your minds.

"Listen to me, there's something you should know," you hicupped, still crying hysterically. Clark slowly walked you away from the crowd that had now gathered around you and him until the two of you were in an empty cabin. He lowered you in a leather chair and pulled one in front of you, letting his palms rest on your knees, "Whats wrong?"

"I didn't know who else to go to, I -- Clark," you swallowed the lump forming in your throat, you didn't know how to begin. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, or tried to, but the heaviness of your chest couldn't let you breathe, "Someone took my daughter, right from in front of my eyes. Two men, dressed in black, they came and they took her, stuffed her into their car, Clark, I don't know where to find her, what to do."

Clark's face fell— it was as though someone had cut off his oxygen supply— what else was he expecting? That you would wait for him all your life? He looked at you in a strangled way, his eyes narrowed at you, but he wasn't angry. He just looked hurt. The hands that were resting on your knees slowly pulled away and you winced at the loss of the contact, looking up at him through your teary eyes. He pressed his lips together and parted his lips, "Do you have any idea who could have —"

"No, I— Who could mean harm to an innocent little five year old, Clark? She can't even hurt a fly." You cried.

"Five.. five year old?" Clark croak, as if something was lodged inside his throat.

"Five years, and a few months to be exact.." you whispered, as your fingers gently pulled out your wallet, and inside was a picture of your beautiful little girl, her long black hair, just like Clark's curled atop her matted head. She was a true replica of him, having his luscious curls, big blue eyes and the kindest of the smiles. You slowly extended the wallet towards him, your hand trembling as your heart beat like a supersonic train. "That's— that's her, Piper ..Kent?"

Clark stepped abruptly from the chair, his fingers clasping your wallet. Weakly, he looked down at the photo, the realization sinking into him. The eyes that looked back at him from the photo were the same eyes, he didn't need proof to believe that she was his.

"Clark, I know you have questions but this isn't the time, please help me, they took her! I — I need Superman.. she needs Superman.." You pleaded him, with your eyes, looking at him.

The next minute, Clark had his hand on your shoulder, as he was walking you out of the cabin, his eyes not meeting yours.

"Get back home, incase they call for ransom or something. I will get her back."

What you didn't see when you were on your way out, was the way Clark broke down after you left. He lowered himself to his knees, watching you walk off until he had both his hands pulling at his own hair, his eyes glowing with the heat vision, his body suddenly on fire.

Two days passed, and with these two days, whatever sanity that was left within you, drained out, anxiety taking over completely. You went to the Daily Planet, looking for Clark, but he wasn't there— of course he was out looking for her. But it still didn't let you rest any easier.

By the time it was nightfall, you were pacing around in your living room, your kitchen a mess, dirty utensils from two days back still soiling the sink. Your hair were a mess as you had not bothered even running a hand through them, for you were completely shaken and distraught.

Just when you thought that your mind will probably burst with the amount of worry that was eating at you, the doorbell rang. You ran— it was like running a life marathon— as you unlocked the door, finding Superman standing at your doorstep, holding Piper in his arms, the little girl having her arm locked around Superman's neck, her face glimmering with excitement.

"Oh my fucking—" you cursed under your breath, sniffling in retaliation to the sight and n front of you as you threw out your arms towards her, "Piper, baby! You're okay! Jesus, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I should have been careful— "

"Mommy, do you know that Superman saved me from the bad men?" You gasped, almost wide eyed as Piper leapt into your arms, and you buried your face into your daughter's hair, nuzzling your nose against her face, holding her tight, as though if you didn't, she would slip away. What suprised you, and sort of, made you smile was her innocence — she was kidnapped and probably locked up somewhere and yet all she could think of or talk about was how Superman had saved her life. Your eyes flew to his, meeting his halfway, you could see how exhausted he looked, and a look passed between the two of you— a look of love that had been buried years back— the two of you didn't need words, and the two of you could feel how the other one felt — probably a mix of relief, anger and a lot of questions.

"Yes, he did—" You smiled, "Are you okay, Piper? Love, are you hurt?"

"She's— " Superman began speaking, and you looked at him once again, "She's fine. She isn't hurt, I made sure."

You bit your lip, your fingers toying with your daughter's curls. Finally, you stepped inside, leaving the door wide open, glancing at Superman with the corner of your eyes, "I know you want to to talk. Please, come in."

"Mommy? Is Superman staying with us tonight?"

"Piper, darling, would you go and check on Berry? She's not feeling well ever since you left—" You placed her on the floor, carefully eyeing her for any injuries, but much to your relief, there were none.

"Alright, mommy."

"You should have told me, [Y/N]. She's mine too!"

You gasped, almost inaudible, trying to suck in a mouthful of air as you fixed yourself by the window, looking out, almost cautiously, your mind still in a state of alert. When Clark saw this, he walked up to where you were, staring out of the window, and you saw his reflection behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he turned you around, "they won't come back, [Y/N]. I made sure of it."

"Who were they? What did they want?" You frowned, his hands still on your shoulders but you didn't seem to mind.

"They weren't anyone of importance, they did it for ransom, having randomly decided to kidnap her and ask you for money. How were they supposed to know they kidnapped my daughter? Like hell, I didn't know I had a daughter," he almost froze, letting his hands drop, his eyes now looking at you for answers.

You took a deep breath, running your hands through your hair, almost pulling at them in an attempt to straighten them a little, but Clark grabbed your arm, his grip on your wrist as he lowered it, showing you how his patience was wearing thin.

"You left me, Clark. Just because I was pregnant, it didn't mean I was selfish to use her as a means to get you back, or to burden you with her responsibility." You hissed, trying to pull on your wrists, but of course, how were you to match the Kryptonian's strength?

"I would have never left if I knew—"

"And this, Clark, is exactly why I didn't want you to find out. I didn't want you to decide to stay with me because.. of a baby," you had begun pacing in the living room now and Clark just stood by the window, his arms crossed against his chest, "You would have hated me one day." Suddenly, you stopped speaking and your eyes widened, your head sharply turning towards him and a thin frown appearing on his sublime features. The next minute, you were glaring at him, poking him in the chest with your index finger, "Before accusing me of hiding this from you, how would you justify you leaving me without giving me the reason? You didn't care about me, you didn't care about the fact that I cried myself to sleep for weeks, inwardly tortured for months. How very hypocritical of you, Mr. Kent."

He grabbed your hand, however his hold remained gentle on you. Very slowly, he twisted your arm behind you, stepping closer, in a way pinning you to the wall behind, looking down at you. He then scoffed— a dry, sarcastic scoff.

"I left you because I had no choice. Luthor took Lois—"

"Oh, great, Lois, and that's why you left me—"

"He took Lois because he thought Lois is the woman I'm with. You realize what this means? If he knew or find out it was you, he would have thrown you off that building. I couldn't have lived with that. I did it for you!"

Tears streamed down your face, his words finally sinking in. You parted your lips and all that came out was a gush of air. Clark placed his hand on your cheek, reluctantly, half expecting for you to push it away, but you didn't. His fingers felt hot against your skin, like embers as he cupped your face, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

"I came..one month after you left me .. to your office ..when I found out.. wanted to tell you," He nodded, blinking as he waited for you to continue. "I saw you with Lois. You looked happy, the two of you."

"Lois is just a friend, I never—" he frowned, his hand dropping from your cheek as he ran his fingers through his own hair, his exasperation evident, "It was always you."

"I can't believe this, Clark. I fucking cried myself to sleep thinking you hated me," you sniffled, falling back against your couch like a lifeless corpse, bringing both your palms to your face as you buried yourself to those, hiding yourself from his intense eyes, "That girl—" You looked up, your cheeks now stained with your tears, "she is more you than she is me. In every single way. I needed you Clark Kent."

"I'm sorry, I should never have —"

"Six years, Clark. You missed her birth, you missed watching her grow up, she was without you, and we were okay, you know? And now this happens and my life is a mess once again—"

He looked at you, dejected, his glances mediating between the floor to you and then back down to his hands. Finally, he cleared his throat, and you looked up at him, looking at the beaten Superman in front of you. He was everything but the strong superhero you knew in that split second. He was a broken man— just a man— in a spandex costume.

"If I could go back and change what I did, I'd do it in a blink of my eye."

You smiled, and replied, "It's easy to say. It wasn't your fault, though. It was perhaps, we were never meant to be."

His face fell, and he didn't try to hide it from you. You bit your lip, tasting the metal on your tastebuds as he slowly took a step away, his eyes moving from you to the stairs, perhaps hoping that he could see Piper before he left.

"If something ever happens, if you need me, I'll be there, [Y/N]. I couldn't be there when you needed me, but I'll be there from now until you don't need me anymore."

Would it ever happen when you won't need him any more? You never truly moved on, no matter how hard you tried. The void remained, in your heart, in your life and in your cold bed. Six years , and you couldn't make yourself fall in love with anyone, because no one was Clark Kent, they could never be him.

"Leaving us again, are you?" You wiped your tears with the back of your palm, and he looked at you, suprised as though he had heard you wrong.

You smiled and you looked down at your hands, they were trembling as you rubbed them fervently against the fabric of your thigh, and stood up, hesitantly at first, before a little confidence built up inside you when you saw the softness in his eyes as you walked towards him. This time you pinned him to the wall, and the taller man let you, without even trying to attempt to escape or show you just strong he was. He let himself be entrapped as you grabbed his chin, rather unceremoniously, yanking his head so he was looking down.

"Don't you want me to—" he stopped talking, finally realizing what you were trying to say to him.

"Six years, I watched you on TV, and that's just it. That was the nearest I had to feeling anything. Is this what true love is? You know someone isn't coming back yet you can't stop loving em?"

He smiled, but didn't reply. He just kept gazing into your eyes.

"Go on, go. The world needs you, Superman."

You smacked him on his chest, watching his eyes to shift to confusion once again. Awkwardly, he tilted his head to his side and shook his head, only his chin moving.

"And you? You don't?" He asked.

"No." You smiled smugly, watching his face fall, so you hurriedly added, "I need Clark Kent, not Superman. He is very broody, and I am scared of him. I would rather have my Clark back."

He gave you a toothy smile, and in that minute, he wasn't Superman anymore. He was your Clark Kent, only in a spandex costume. He wrapped you in your arms , pulling you to him, bringing down his lips to the side of your jaw, as he kissed your chin at first, and then moved on to your lips. Your lips met his, after a long time, and your insides exploded, your hands flying to the back of his head.

"Mommy!"

Clark cleared his throat, and you immediately pulled away wiping your lips and the two of you looked at each other, both your cheeks a slight crimson. You two felt like a child again, having been caught stealing cookies and Clark smiled, sitting down until he was squatting on his heels. He threw out his hand towards Piper and she ran up to him, settling herself on his thigh.

Clark looked up at you, and so did she, and you couldn't help but give them a warm smile back, because the sight was melting your heart. It was like a mini me, Clark and his little female version, looking right at you with that big blue eyes.

"What?" You asked Clark.

"Shall we tell her? Shall I tell her?"

"No, Superman." You changed your voice, grabbing him by his Cape as you pulled him up, "I don't want targets on her back. Why don't you just go on out, change into some human clothes and then we can tell her who her father is."

"But sweetheart, it's a little too late for that don't you think?" He pointed towards Piper, and your head shot towards her, you jaw almost dropping when you saw her eyes turn orange due to the heat vision, just for a bit before they turned blue again, and Superman slid his arm through your waist.

"It's okay, let them find out, Superman has a family. They still can't touch a hair on your head, not until I'm around. And I'm not..going anywhere."

"No, sweety," you gave him an apologetic smile, "that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried she's gonna go to school and boast around how her dad's Superman."

"Well, they are going to find out, one day or the other."

"You're right, Clark." You nodded, as the two of you watched her scamper off, chasing Berry, you leaning on to him.

A/N- Fuck, I realised I really got carried away with this one. I think this is the longest one shot I've ever written? I thought I'd break it into parts but oh well. I hope you guys liked it.