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[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] xanthus claiborne

the pain xanthus felt in the moment was severe, even for him so he can’t even imagine what you’re feeling in the fleeting moment.

“stay with me now, just take deep breaths” xanthus was rushing to find something to cover the wound and patch you up but nothing could be found. the panic in his voice grew even if he tried his best to hide it.

“i don’t think—”

“don’t even finish that sentence.”

“xanthus.”

“it’s fine i just need to—” your hand grips his arm gently and squeezes it.

“no stop.” xanthus freezes and stares at you with now seemingly watering his ruby eyes. “i was born human, i will die as such.” your breathing hitches and xanthus moves closer to you.

the pain is immeasurable, your legs are starting to go numb and you’re scared holding onto xanthus tightly. you knew it would end like this, in heartbreak.

“stay with me please? just till i go.” you know that these will be your last moments and that they are filled with pain and angst so asking him to stay is that only thing you can ask for. he nods silently, fearing that his words will fail him if he tries to speak.

“i’m sorry if i wasted any of your time even for a second—”

“you didn’t, i treasure every moment you’re around me love.” his cold hand cups your cheek, he hates that your warmth is fading.

“you’ve always known just what to say to me.” you chuckle softly and wince at the pain it causes. xanthus moves closer at the action. “xanthus, i’ve always known that one day i’d have to say goodbye.” you place your hand over his. “i’m just sorry it was so short lived.”

tears pool in xanthus’ ruby eyes as he listens to you monologue about how happy you were when you were with him and he can’t help but feel frustrated watching you die in his arms and there’s nothing he can do to save you.

“there must be..” he clears his throat, struggling to find the right words. “there must be someway i can make this less painful for you love.”

“pain and death are part of life. to reject them is to reject life itself.”

“don’t you quote havelock ellis at me.”

“sorry.” you offer a smile.

the two of you fall silent. both of you trying to think of comforting words for each other. you decide to just look at xanthus and drink in his appearance, knowing this will be the last time you see him. he’s cover in blood that isn’t his. xanthus’ tears cut through the blood that is splattered on his cheeks leaving behind streaks that make it obvious he has been crying.

soon your eyelids start feeling heavy and you can’t help but to close them.

“love?”

“hm?”

“please say something.”

“something.”

he groans.

“how can you be comedic at a time like this?”

you lean into him more before speaking again in a soft voice.

“i lived a great life, i’m glad i got to spend the rest of it with you. i’m sorry forever didn’t last long for us. i love you a great amount, truly.”

hot tears pour down xanthus’ face as the sound of your heartbeat stops. he turns away to try to compose himself before looking back at your lifeless body. you look peaceful, almost as if you were just sleeping.

“rest well love.”

xanthus places soft kisses on your closed eyes before placing his last kiss on your cold lips.

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If Spring is here, can Winter be far behind?

Summary:

"I may not be chosen by God. But I have been chosen by fate."

The disappearance of Crown Prince Satoru Gojo, all but leaves the Empire in disarray. With no one else fit to inherit the throne, Princess Shiyori Gojo must now take on the challenge of finding her brother and being the Emperor chosen by fate.

Starring: SatoSugu, Nanami x OC, Naoya x OC and practically everyone from JJK.

Genre: ANGST, isekai au, drama, fluff (eventually), and whatever genre you use to feed your delusions.

Warnings: JJK is a warning on its own, toxic relationships, violence, a little gore, probable eventual smut, MANGA SPOILERS, established relationship, ANGST, mental illness, characters might be a little OOC. (Lemme know if I've missed anything)

A/N: Did I just re-emerge outta nowhere? Kinda. Did I finish my previous series? No. Will that stop me from starting a new one? Also no. Anyway, welcome to my new series, which is basically my delulu isekai version of JJK where everyone is happy and more importantly ALIVE. As always constructive criticism is always welcome. And reblogs are highly appreciated.

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Gloom

Yuta wondered if this was a funeral. Because it certainly didn’t feel like a coronation. What else could it be? In the empire’s defence, the citizens were all in mourning. The loss of their beloved Crown Prince had come as too much of a shock. No one could have ever foretold, that the preeminent Satoru Gojo would just altogether cease to exist one day. 

After all, he was the child of prophecy, the child of magnitude; that sanctified the Akutami Empire by just being born. The one, Goddess Utahime herself had endowed with greatness—the one drowning in quintessence.

Naturally, next to him, Princess Shiyori paled in comparison without a doubt. She had no unique gifts, no particular talents, no extraordinarity. Worst of all, she was a woman. The only thing she had going on for her, was that she was born into royalty. However, that too, along with everything else was attributed to her impartial luck. 

When someone like that, was suddenly proclaimed the next Emperor, anguish and opposition were all but expected. The whole kingdom was in protest. “She’s not strong enough. She’s not tall enough. She’s not man enough.” 

Yuta gracefully rolled his princely eyes. Of course, she wasn’t man enough. She was a woman, after all. And she was the most resilient woman, he had ever known. It was stupid, selfish and rude to expect her to be a man. But, how and where do you even begin to explain these sentiments to this brainwashed crowd? You can’t, simply because they won’t listen. 

But, Yuta wasn’t here for that today. He wasn’t here to sway the hearts of his people. He was here for his sister. This was her coronation now, her ascension. Yes, this coronation was meant for the Crown Prince, his questionably beloved teacher. But the Crown Prince was not around and someone must ascend the throne today.

Princess Shiyori, with tear-stained eyes, had pleaded with him to take on the role. “Even if you are an illegitimate child, our people will always have far more faith in you, than they will in me.” 

Yuta didn’t remember much that had transpired that day, after all the whole kingdom was set a buzz with the disappearance of the Crown Prince. He too had been a part of the search party. The tremendous exhaustion and anguish of losing someone precious had him reeling on his own two feet. 

However, even in that state, his conviction did not falter. “Yes. I know. But…I’m sorry Shiyori. I cannot bring myself to do it.”, and that tore down the walls he so carefully built while growing up in the palace. That day, he wept over the loss of a brother, a mentor and a friend. He wept over his incompetence, his disappointment, his selfishness, for it only burdened his venerated sister. That day he wept till he could weep no more, all the while, Princess Shiyori held him together in her gentle and warm embrace. 

“I’m sorry I asked you to do something so arduous. I won’t ask again.”

“No…I’m sorry for putting you in a quandary.”

That day, Yuta mourned a lot of things. But not even for a moment did he grieve over the fate of the empire. After watching that kind smile spread over her face that day, he knew the empire was in good hands. For he knew, Shiyori Gojo was far more capable than he and him combined.

Fifty-seven years. That’s how long High Priest Gakuganji had been in service of the great Utahime. All this time, and yet he was farther than ever, in comprehending the divine. He had previously crowned two monarchs. Today he was supposed to crown the Crown Prince. But, “Utahime works in mysterious ways, your Majesty.” he attempted to console the previous Emperor. 

However, there is little that can console a father mourning the loss of his oldest child. Not that he was the best father. No, he’d been too selfish for that. But he was always proud of his children. 

He was proud of Satoru, he had every chance to become like his father, but he didn’t. Every day he lived up to all the lofty standards the prophecy had burdened him with. He reigned victorious in the War of A Hundred Demons. He even took his illegitimate brother under his wing.  He was the empire’s hero, his ancestors’ pride.   

He was also proud of Yuta. Yes, his mother came from a humble background. And yes, he suffered an unsurmountable amount of grief at a very young age. However, once he was able to overcome that, he fit right in the palace. Honestly, when it came to royal etiquette, he left Satoru far behind. Truth, be told, the empire would be far from distraught if he were to become the Emperor. But, Yuta never wanted the throne. He was happy being appointed as the Viscount of Okkotsu.

And Shiyori, he was proud of her too, wasn't he? Satoru was eight when Shiyori was born. She was frail since birth. Born under a Heavenly Pact, her cursed mana was insanely high, however, as is with most pacts, her weak body wasn’t built to handle the power. She nearly died when she was ten, the first and last time she used her power. After that incident, both he and Satoru forbade her from using cursed mana. So she didn’t, she was home-schooled. To top it all she suffered from chronic respiratory illness. 

His majesty heaved a heavy sigh. No, he couldn’t remember a single instance where he was proud of his daughter. He was always worried, always apprehensive when it came to his middle child. Shiyori could topple over with a strong breeze, and yet (despite the two sturdy ones he had), Utahime deemed this child to be fit for the throne? Well, he could now empathize with his citizens.  

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[Gakuen K] Munakata Reisi Route: Good Friends? Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut ! Reblogs appreciated~

Ran: Excuse me. Oh, are you the only one here, Fushimi-kun?

Fushimi: You can see for yourself, can’t you?

Ran: …That’s true.

Fushimi: …

Ran: …

Ran: (This is awkward…)

Ran: (Come to think of it, I haven't really spoken to him before even though he’s my classmate. )

Ran: (Maybe I should try to strike up a conversation now that we’re here together.)

Ran: The puzzle we had to solve back then was really something, don’t you think?

Ran: I wasn’t expecting that puzzle to have that many pieces, and for it to be a puzzle with no picture at that….

Ran: Where do they even sell things like that?

Fushimi: …Don’t remind me.

Ran: Oh, sorry.

Fushimi: You don’t have to apologize for it. You were the only one who lasted till the end, so I’m taking my hat off to you.

Ran: Well, I got immersed in it, and you were already gone by the time I looked up.

Fushimi: I was called away by the Disciplinary Committee. Did you not hear?

Ran: Nope. I noticed that everyone was gone after I’d finished the puzzle…

Fushimi: You were that zoned in on a jigsaw puzzle…?

Munakata: Fushimi-kun, are you here?

Fushimi: Yes.

Munakata: May I have the documents I asked for?

Fushimi: Here you go.

Munakata: Thank you. You work fast.

Fushimi: You’re welcome.

Munakata: Looks like everything’s been taken care of. Your punctilious attention to detail really does come in handy.

Munakata: Oh? There’s a sticky note attached to the document…

Fushimi: There were lots of typos, so I added some corrections of my own while I was at it.

Munakata: Sorry about that. It seems like I will have to put in a stern word with Domyoji-kun.

Fushimi: You probably already knew that they were there before you handed it over to me for processing.

Munakata: Not at all. I’m glad you noticed them.

Fushimi: …

Munakata: I overlooked the typos too. I’ll be sure to be more careful next time.

Fushimi: There’s no way you’d ever overlook a mistake like that.

Ran: (Yeah, he’s definitely not the type to overlook such trivial mistakes…)

Fushimi: Plus, this isn’t the first time either. There have been many careless mistakes appearing in the documents lately, so please tell him to fix them properly.

Munakata: …Fushimi-kun.

Fushimi: What?

Munakata: I wasn’t expecting you to give so much thought about the Club… I’m almost moved.

Fushimi: Huh?

Munakata: I’m proud of the fact that you’re one of us.

Fushimi: …

Munakata: Thank you for always covering up for my shortcomings.

Ran: (I’m sure he’s saying that because he knows that it’s true…)

Ran: (Munakata-senpai trusts Fushimi-kun, and despite what Fushimi-kun says, he still adheres to Munakata-senpai’s instructions.)

Ran: (They actually get along really well, don’t they?)

Ran: Heh.

Fushimi: …What are you laughing about?

Ran: Oh, sorry. I just thought that the both of you got along really well.

Fushimi: Huh? Who’s getting chummy with who now?

Ran: You and Munakata-senpai.

Ran: I enjoyed watching your exchange with each other.

Munakata: My, it sounds like we’ve become quite an entertaining spectacle.

Fushimi: Tch… And whose fault do you think that is?

Munakata: Is it not yours, Fushimi-kun?

Fushimi: No. It’s your fault no matter how you think about it.

Munakata: Hmph. We should live up to her expectations of us, so why don’t we play this game together—

Fushimi: No thanks. You’re only saying that because you want to do it, don’t you?

Munakata: Not at all. If anything, I simply want to entertain Mizushima-kun as well.

Fushimi: Then, why did you come to me with that in the first place?

Fushimi: Besides, if you’re just here to fetch the documents, don’t you have to go back to where you came from?

Munakata: How cold of you, Fushimi-kun.

Ran: (I thought they were both rather unapproachable people at first, but it looks like I was mistaken.)

Ran: (I hope I can get closer to them since we’re all in the same Club.)

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꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ OUTLAWS OF SANTA FE

ᯇ summary ! ✦ “You know what they say about cowboys who brag too loud about their women.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose. Jack gave a mock laugh. “Anyone in town would tell you I’m not queer. ‘Specially the ladies who pass through. Who do you think you are, anyway?” As the boy pushed his hat out of his face, he made direct eye-contact with the outlaw. "I think I'm the fella that can send the ‘famous’ Jack Kelly home crying to his mama." Jack was silent, stunned. His finger was still pressed into the man’s chest, but it had begun to shake. "What now, Cowboy? I'd tell you to take me down like you promised," Deadwood gave a slight shove to Jack’s shoulder, yet he found himself almost toppling over. "But you're too corned to even stand straight." aka the wild westsies au i've had in my drafts forever ᯇ tag list ! ✦ @bound-for-santa-fe ,, @fandomtrashcollector (taglist form is in my pinned post!!) ᯇ warnings ! ✦ cussing, alcohol consumption, violence, use of guns ᯇ vienna's thoughts ! ✦ here are the meanings of the wild west slang words in here:) paintin' his nose - to get drunk corned - drunk fogy - a stupid fellow dynamite - whiskey ANYWAY, i've had this in my drafts for forever and i just wanted to finally finish is so sorry that the ending is really rushed el oh el. also i recommend listening to Billy the Kid by Tex Ritter before reading!! as always, reblogs & comments are always appreciated <333 ALSO READ IT ON AO3 THE PLAYLIST 2883 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

WANTED Jack ‘Cowboy’ Kelly $1,000.000 REWARD Wanted for robbery, murder, and disruption of the public. Does not attack without motive. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

WANTED The Delancey Brothers $500.000 REWARD Oscar and Morris Delancey are wanted for robbery and attempted murder. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE Deadwood David $5,000.000 REWARD Wanted for robbery and murder, on a large scale. Does not attack without motive. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

A proud cowboy listened to the chatter of customers outside of Spots Shootin' Saddle Saloon. A cocky smirk played at his lips as he pushed through swinging doors. He heard gasps and the sound of multiple pistols being dragged from his holster. Then, the saloon went silent—save for the high-pitched squeak of wet glass being towel dried.

The bartender didn't even spare him a glance. "Well, well. If it ain’t the famous Jack Kelly."

“I could say the same to you, Spot. Lookit you, got yer own saloon and everything.”

One of the saloon boys perked up. "Jack!” The boy gave a half-hearted excuse to the men he was serving, he made up for his departure with a wink. He eagerly made his way behind the bar and began fixing the ex-cowboy a drink. "What brings you into town?"

Jack gratefully took the drink with a tip of his hat. “You’re a good man, Race.” He downed the drink before addressing the question before him. "Can't a lonely cowboy just visit his old friends?"

"Why, sure he could!” Racetrack grinned, already refilling his glass.

“That is, if that's what he was really doing." Spot added quickly. “Besides, can’t really be calling yourself a cowboy anymore. Not when a wanted poster names you an outlaw.”

“I can call myself whatever I please.” The cowboy realized it was a fight not worth fighting. He waved him off and dragged the newly poured whiskey closer. "Howd’ya know it was me?”

Spot laughed. "What, when you walked in? Yer the only fella I know who quiets my saloon like that.”

Racetrack leaned forward against the counter; his arm wrapped lovingly around Spot’s waist. He rested his head in his own hand, his elbow digging into marble, and gave Jack a pointed look. "Not anymore. Say, Jack; you heard of that David feller, yet? He paid us a visit couple’a days ago. Shoot, we didn’t hear much noise in here ‘till the next day!”

Jack's fingers squeezed his glass, before they relaxed and stretched. "Yeah, I've heard of him. Fill 'er up again, would'ya?"

Spot took the glass and kept his gaze on the outlaw whilst he poured the whiskey. He placed it in front of the boy with a thump, then glared at him through narrowed eyes. "What are you really here for, cowboy?"

"Just paintin’ my nose, Spot." Jack pushed away from the bar, drink in hand. He sat down with a boy who was lazily pulling at the strings of his guitar. “Tell me a story, Al."

The boy responded with a toothy grin, then tipped his hat up and out of his eyes. He slowly looked up and made eye contact with the outlaw. “Long time no see, Jackie." He plucked at his guitar more rhythmically than before. "What'cha wanna hear?"

"Why don’t you tell that one about ole Billy the Kid?”

"Only because you're an old friend." Albert chuckled. He took a deep breath before he put on his story-telling voice. His demeanor demanded the attention of those around him, and he always got it when he was performing. "Some folks do a lot of good in the world, that encourages us to do good. A few people start off on the wrong foot - their black deeds serve as a warning post to us. The song I'm gonna to sing for you now, fellers, is about a boy who sorta wandered off the straight and narrow trail, took up a crooked course. As usual with all outlaws, he paid with his life. His name,” a pause, “was Billy the Kid."

His singing was mesmerizing, just like his stories, and everyone in the saloon slowly began to sing along. Some of them absentmindedly hummed along as they gambled, and others gave the man their full attention. They swayed merrily back and forth with each other, their glasses raised to the gods as they hooted and hollered.

"I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid. I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did. Out in New Mexico, long time ago, When a man's only chance was his own forty-four."

While everyone sang along, a boy slipped in through the doors, entirely unnoticed. He whispered to Spot and kept his head hung low. Had he made any noise, it had been covered up by obnoxious singing. The boy pushed a couple of coins across the counter before he slumped farther into his hat.

"When Billy the Kid was a very young lad, In old Silver City, he went to the bad. Way out in the West with a gun in his hand- At the age of twelve years, he killed his first man."

Racetrack wanted to tell Jack about the man at the bar, but Spot had instructed him to keep quiet. He had been told to loosen the outlaw up, and he did just that. Race kept a close eye on Jack’s drink and made sure he never reached the bottom of his glass.

"Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing A song about Billy, their boy bandit king. How ere his young man-hood had reached it's sad end, Had a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men."

To say the drinks had loosened him up would be an understatement. Jack pranced around the table­—dragging Racetrack along with him—with his glass raised. The whiskey sloshed over the side and splashed his boots. He jumped atop the tables and managed to gain the attention of all the customers. It wasn’t long before everyone was shouting and throwing their drinks into the air.

"Twas on the same night, when poor Billy died, He said to his friends, 'I'm not satisfied, Twenty-one men I have put bullets through. Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty-two."

Jack tried to sing along, but his mouth had other plans. He rambled to Albert, who just smiled as he sang, about his recent affairs. “I could take down the sheriff!” He bragged. “No! I could take down big ol’ Deadwood David… with my eyes closed!” Al shook his head and his eyes flitted quickly to the man at the bar.

"Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate. The bright moon was shining, the hour was late. Shot down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend. The young outlaw's life had now come to its end."

“Don’t make promises ya can’t keep, Kelly.” Spot warned with a sigh. Racetrack cocked an eyebrow from his place next to Jack. He raised the pitcher in question, and moved away from the table when Spot shook his head. The cowboy waved off Spot’s warning as the bartender whispered lowly to his customer.

"There's many a man with a face fine and fair, Who starts out in life with a chance to be square. But just like poor Billy, he wanders astray And loses his life in the very same way."

Everyone cheered in unison for the song; although, some might’ve been cheering for their gambling wins. Albert smiled and tipped his hat before he went back to strumming mindlessly at his guitar. A small grin made its way onto his face as Jack drunkenly droned on.

"D’ya hear Spot? Talkin’ bout promises I can't keep!" He scoffed; a drunk burp made its way up his throat. "I mean- Listen, I've got way more kills under my belt than Billy the Kid had got." Jack took a sip of his glass. Race had been filling it with coffee, but he was much too drunk to notice. “He would’ve never died if he was as experienced as me. Besides, this Deadwood guy’s a total poser. I betcha I could take him on with my-” He looked confused for a second. “With my- my eyes closed!”  

“So you’ve said.” Albert shook his head and chuckled. "Anyhow… the song ain’t a challenge, Cowboy. It's a warning. Don’t mess with something that ain’t botherin’ you.”

"You’re starting to sound like my Papaw, Al.” Jack bumped Albert’s shoulder with his cup. “He don’t look good on you. Oh! You know who looked good on me, though? Them gals over in Tombstone.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" He slurred. "I mean, practically a different girl each night. Gorgeous women too. Unlike any lady out in these parts."

An obnoxious scoff came from the boy at the bar. He circled his finger around the rim of his glass as he spoke, his head still down. “I sure ain’t heard any Tombstone ladies bragging on about pirooting with a Jack Kelly.”

All conversation ceased at the boy’s words. The notes on Albert’s guitar suddenly became more dramatic, and Jack would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so offended. Spot let out an exasperated sigh, but the rest of the customers were visibly tense. Every man had a hand on his gun, waiting for a showdown.

Jack turned and stared the boy down. "Maybe you ain't talked to the right ladies.”

"Maybe you just ain’t worth bragging about.” The boy took a sip of his drink. Racetrack let out a short giggle, then nervously ducked under the counter to make a drink that nobody had asked for. “Or, maybe, you ain’t really been with as many ladies as you claim.”

Disgruntled, Jack got up and made his way to the bar. The boy laughed as the outlaw tripped a little over his own feet. Jack grabbed the man by a shoulder and forced him to spin in his chair. He shoved a mean finger into the man’s chest. The man at the bar snickered, his face still covered by his hat.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Huh?”

“You know what they say about cowboys who brag too loud about their women.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose.

Jack gave a mock laugh. “Anyone in town would tell you I’m not queer. ‘Specially the ladies who pass through. Who do you think you are, anyway?”

As the boy pushed his hat out of his face, he made direct eye-contact with the outlaw. "I think I'm the fella that can send the ‘famous’ Jack Kelly home crying to his mama." Jack was silent, stunned. His finger was still pressed into the man’s chest, but it had begun to shake. "What now, Cowboy? I'd tell you to take me down like you promised," Deadwood gave a slight shove to Jack’s shoulder, yet he found himself almost toppling over. "But you're too corned to even stand straight."

Spot cleared his throat. “I won’t have you dunderheads havin’ a showdown in my saloon. Be respectable, boys.”

“There wasn’t gonna be no showdown, anyhow. This feller’s too drunk to do anything. He couldn’t shoot at me even if he had his pistol to my head.” Deadwood flicked a coin to Spot. “Thanks for the dynamite, Spot.” And with that, he proudly walked out of the saloon.

Jack watched the man leave and stood tall with fake pride. After the man was gone, he made a drunken attempt to sit down but instead accepted his place on the floor. Racetrack sighed and raised the outlaw by his armpits before sitting him on a barstool. Spot scoffed as he handed the outlaw a glass of water. “I told you not to make promises you can’t keep, you stubborn ole fogy.”

"I'm fixin' to keep that promise. But right now,” He started to gag, “I think I'm gonna be sick."

“Steady, Izar.” Jack mumbled. “Ain’t too far from here.” His horse neighed, almost as if she was responding to him. She even sighed as he stumbled into her. Jack could almost hear her complain about his recklessness. “I ain’t that drunk, Izar. Honest.”

He led her into the stable behind the Conlon home. “Spot was kind ‘nough to give us a nice little place to stay in for the night.” Jack looked around the stable and flinched at the smell of manure. “Well, he offered to let me stay in the house. But ya know I can’t leave you, mama.”

“Second I heard about you, Jack Kelly, I knew you were insane.” A voice muttered from the corner. “But I never would’a figured you was the type of insane to talk to yourself.”

Jack groaned. “Fuckin’ Spot. He knew you’d be here. Ain’t that right, Deadwood?”

“Yup.”

A tense silence fell over them, but Jack was far too tired (and drunk) to start a fight. He began to take off Izar’s saddle. “I wasn’t talkin’ to myself. I was talking to Izar.” He explained and gestured to his horse. Though, as Deadwood laughed, he realized that wasn’t a much better excuse. “Listen, I don’t feel the need to explain myself to you.”

“Yet here you are. Doing it.” Deadwood snorted as he pulled his hat further over his face. The hay he was laying in enveloped him as he snuggled deeper into it. “Now, I promise not to kill ya if ya promise to shut up.”

Jack grunted in agreement. His intuition screamed at him not to let his guard down, but Izar had already nestled herself into the hay. At that moment, he figured his awful gut feeling was just the whiskey from earlier. Besides, Izar had a good judge of character, most of the time. She curled around Jack as he rested against her, and the two slowly drifted off to sleep, just inches away from one of the deadliest men in the country.

Yelling voices and the sound of cracked wood startled Jack awake. Once he came to his senses, he realized that Izar was no longer behind him. Panic filled his chest and he scrambled to his feet. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he began to barely make out what was happening in the shadows.

Deadwood had a lanky boy pinned beneath him, his pistol to the person’s head. Another boy laid up against the wall of the barn; he was surrounded by splinters and his own blood. His head lolled against his shoulder, the blood from his nose pooled on his leather vest. The boy had a gun in his hand, the safety off and his hand on the trigger.

David lifted the boy underneath him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the wall. “I knew you were pathetic, Morris. But going so low as to kill a man in his sleep? We may be outlaws, but we have some sense of morality.” His hand in the Delancey brothers’ shirt tightened as he pushed the boy farther into the wall; Jack could hear the wood cracking beneath him. “And you don’t kill a man’s horse. Not unless you’re too much of a pussy to kill the owner.” Then, he dropped the man to the floor and spit at him.

Morris used a dramatic hand to wipe off his face before he scrambled to his feet. His hands shook as he moved to grab his pistol. “You place a single finger on that gun, and I will break every single one of your fingers-” Deadwood growled and grabbed the boy’s wrist. “One. By. One.”

After he let go of Morris’ wrist, the boy tripped over himself as he picked up his brother. Oscar barely seemed alive; his only sign of life had been the elongated groan he let out as Morris lifted him. David stopped the two before they could hurry out the door. “You two better never point a pistol at my Cowboy or his horse ever again. Next time, you don’t get a warning. I’ll line you two up and watch the bullets go straight through both of you.”

The two hesitantly nodded (Oscar moved his head down, and that was enough for David). Morris dragged his brother out the door, and it wasn’t long before the sound of galloping hoofs grew quieter and quieter.

“What the hell was that about?” Jack demanded. Deadwood rolled his eyes and led Izar out from behind his own horse.

“Don’t worry ���bout it, Cowboy. Go back to sleep.”

“You’re losin’ it if you think I’m gonna let this shit go,” Jack argued as he moved to pet Izar’s neck. “They got you riled up enough to call me your cowboy.” He scoffed. “And you called me queer.”

David cocked his pistol in retaliation. “I defended you while you’s was asleep, but I’m not against shooting a man who’s awake.”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, Deadwood. I won’t tell no-one ‘bout this. It wouldn’t be good for my reputation, anyhow. Cowboy don’t need no-one to save him.” He closed his eyes, an amused grin on his lips, and went back to resting against Izar.

The infamous outlaw stared at him, before he broke into laughter. “Spot was right. You are a stubborn ole fogy.”

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

SAY YES TO THE DRESS.

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

SAY YES TO THE DRESS.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: It’s time to choose the dress.

Warnings: NONE.

A/N:  You have no ideas how many “say yes to the dress” videos I watched to write this! Also Melissa Benedict is not a real person. The final dress is at the end of this piece of writing.

Word count: 1339

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 Melissa Benedict, was one of the most famous wedding dress designers of Boston. And to get an appointment with her was almost impossible, it was known that some people made appointments with a 2 year gap before the wedding. But Annie and Andy only had a year, and right now it was only 6 months till the wedding. Annie had seen other options of dresses in different magazines, but no matter what, she always like best one of her designs.

“I can believe we are going to Melissa Benedict’s shop!” Sharon said looking to the rare mirror to see Annie.

“I know! I can’t believe Andy found a spot for me.”

“Thank god he felt awful for not paying attention to you,” Mark said who had his eyes focus on the road. “I hope next time he gives you a new car.”

“Remember we have to pick up Martha. She would kill me if I don’t take her to see the dresses.”

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“What you mean I can’t go?” Tom said.

“I don’t want you to see the dress.”

“I’m your brother, not the groom! I have every right to be there and give you my input in what you should wear to the wedding.”

“No, besides, who will take care of Denisse?

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Annie, Sharon, Mark, Martha, Tom and little Denisse arrived to the boutique at 11:00. They walked into the shop and it was packed! They could see there were at least 15 brides inside, along with their families. The shop looked expensive, white, silver and gold on the walls, twinkle lights in some corners, a big chandelier hanging from the reception roof.

“Welcome to Melissa Benedict!” A young blonde woman greet them, “Do you have an appointment?”

“Yes, my name is Annie Johnson.”

“Annie Jonhson? Let me check.” The girl quickly type the name on her computer, “I’m sorry, there is no Johnson. We have a Barber.”

“That’s me! My fiancé’s name is Barber.”

“Marking territory already,” the girl giggled. “Melissa will see you now, let me just call her.”

“Wait, what????”

A couple of minutes later, Melissa Benedict herself walked towards them.

“Hi! Welcome to my shop!” She shook Annie’s hand, “Annie, right?”

“Right!”

“Your fiancé called me, saying he messed up and wanted to make it up to you; and who am I to say no to a man who wants to make her woman happy?” Annie laughed, “He sounded very sorry. Are you ready?” Annie just nodded, she was in awe, “Perfect! Follow me.” They walked further into the shop, “So, who are all these people?”

“OH! These are my friends, that is my sister in law, and that’s my brother and my niece.” Annie finished as they sat in a small living area.

“And, what exactly are you looking for?”

“Well, I was looking for a simple dress, mermaid cut, you know like form fitting. I’m not very into stones, I could do lace, but I don’t want sparkles.”

“Do you have a budget?”

“Yes, two thousand.”

“Awesome! So, I will steal the bride from you guys. I’ll meet you at the dressing rooms.”

While Annie went to the dressing room, Melissa walked around the shop choosing different dresses for her client. She was taking a dress out of the rack when Tom approached her.

“Hi, miss?”

“Oh, Hi! Annie’s brother?” she said trying to remember his name.

“Yes, Tom, hi. Look I saw a dress when we walked into the shop and it is definitely not what my sister has in mind and I was thinking you can put the dress into her options.”

“I can do that. Just remember we can force her to buy it if she doesn’t like it.”

“I understand, I just want to see her in that dress.”

“Sure! Show me which one?”

Tom walked almost to the entrance and pointed to a dress in a mannequin.

“Oh my god! Beautiful choice! I’ll get one for her.” She when back to the back and disappeared.

Annie was sitting on a chair inside the dressing room with a satin white robe waiting for her dresses. The door opened and Melissa walked in along with another girl, carrying 4 dresses each.

“Ok! So I have some choices from what you told me you want, we have white, nude, off white, champagne.”

“Those are a lot of options.”

Annie walked out of the dressing room, a white dress with a heart shape cleavage, it has stones in the bodice, and a short trail at the bottom. She stood in front of the mirror right in front of her family.

“So, what’d you think?” Melissa asked.

“It’s pretty.”

“You don’t seem too convince.” Sharon said.

“It’s just the stones, I don’t like them. The dress it’s beautiful,” She turned to see Melissa, “I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

“No problem, darling. I’m not offended.” She smiled.

“I don’t think that’s the dress for you.” Tom said frankly.

“Yeah, me neither.” She thought for a moment, “I want Andy to die when he sees me!” Everyone laughed, “Too much?”

“Of course not! It’s your wedding day. Although I don’t think you want to be a widow so soon. Let’s get you another dress.”

Four dresses later and Annie was still in the dressing room. She was starting to get anxious and stress.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” Melissa said.

“What if I don’t find a dress?”

“We will find you a dress. I need you to breath.” Annie took a deep breath, “We are here to have a good time. I don’t want you to stress out. If I need to take out 30 more dresses, I will.” Annie nodded, “On the meantime, I have a dress your brother chose.”

“I’m sorry?”

“He just want to see you in it.” Melissa opened the bag where the dress was in, “It’s not the style you are looking for but it is a gorgeous dress. How about if you amuse him? You can relaxed for a bit.”

“Ok.” Melissa took out the dress, “That’s… a bit puffy.”

Annie walked out of the dressing room for the fifth time of the day. When she walked pass her family, all of them gasped.

“Oh my god!” Sharon said.

“You look so pretty!!!” Mark said.

The dress was a soft nude ruched tulle ball gown. It had a detailed beaded bodice and a low back.

“Oh God.” Annie said softly as she saw herself in the mirror. “This is gorgeous!” She turned to see her family and Tom was crying. “Are you ok?”

“You look beautiful.” He sniffed and cleaned his eyes. “Mom and dad would’ve been so proud.”

“Stop! I don’t wanna cry!” But you know she was already teary. “How much is this dress?”

“Well…” Melissa began, “It’s five thousand.”

Annie’s face immediately fell, “That’s three thousand more.”

“Do you like this dress?” Tom asked.

“I love it! Who would’ve thought you had good taste!”

“If you want it, you can have it, I can pay it for you.”

“Are you serious???”

“Yes, of course.”

Annie ran the short distance between her and her brother almost tackling him. “Thank you!!!!!”

“Ok, let’s get you a veil.” Melissa left them alone for a moment to return with a thin tiara and a long veil that match perfectly the color of the dress. She helped Annie put them on. “So this is pretty much how you can look in your wedding.” Annie turned to see herself in the mirror one more time, “We can always change the tiara and the veil; remember it’s just for you to have an idea of the complete look.”

“I love it!”

“So is this your wedding dress?”

“This is my wedding dress!!!!”

“Perfect! Let’s take it off, so you can take it home.”

Four dresses later, Annie found the perfect dress. The one she knew Andy would die when she sees her walking down the aisle.

One less thing to worry about.

Six months until the wedding.

Wedding dress: Lazaro style 3700

[educatedsimps]

— 11:06pm

≪ fics masterlist

iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader ↳ a/n: college au! this is honestly just a little blurb i thought of during the day cuz i just can’t stop thinking of iwa these days smh ↳ wc: 643

you sighed, laying your pen down on the table. you were officially done with your weekend assignments and a glance at the digital clock on your boyfriend’s desk told you it was already 11:06pm on a sunday.

iwaizumi sat cross-legged on his bed with his back against the wall, as he played games on his phone. he had already finished his assignments in the afternoon but being the master procrastinator you were, you left it till the last minute (a/n: like me ngl).

you crawled onto the bed and started to wiggle your way into his lap, finally sitting comfortably between his legs. your head was tucked under his chin and your arms hugged his torso.

“you done with your work?” he asked, half distracted by his game.

“mhmm…” you yawned.

the room was quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan above you, and the sound of gunfire from iwaizumi’s phone. you shifted slightly so your head was against his chest, and you could hear his steady heartbeat.

“i’m sorry babe, i can’t really stop this game right now, oikawa would kill me if i just left him and mattsun halfway through. we’re about to win, though, so just gimme a moment, alright?” he explained.

you looked up and saw that he was in deep concentration. his brows were slightly pinched and his lips were pursed as his eyes darted across the screen. he was mumbling something like “that damn jerk just won’t die”. his fingers hit the screen repeatedly and you giggled at how engrossed your boyfriend was in the game.

the tiniest dimple in his left cheek started to show as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.

so damn cute.

you didn’t mind that he was playing a game with his friends from high school. they hadn’t seen each other since college started, and it was hard to find a time and place for them to meet up. honestly, you didn’t really care what he was doing as long as you got to cuddle with him.

“yes! we got it,” he hissed.

you giggled as he put his phone down on his bedside table and turned back to you. he bent down to kiss you on the lips before reaching over to turn the lights off.

his phone lit up, buzzing with an incoming call just as you two laid on the bed. iwaizumi grunted and reached over to pick it up. you yawned again and closed your eyes.

“iwa-chan~~ where did you go? we’re about to play another game,” you heard the whiny voice of your boyfriend’s best friend on the phone. you peeked at him to see his reaction.

iwaizumi tsked and replied, “go screw yourselves.. i’m with y/n and i gotta sleep, shitty-kawa. i’ll play with you guys next time, okay?”

“ooooh is iwa-chan with his-,” oikawa’s words got cut off as iwaizumi ended the call with a roll of his olive eyes, sighing in annoyance. even after dating for nearly two years, his friends still teased him about being able to “pull” someone as amazing as you.

you often heard quips like “how much did you pay them to be with you?” or “are you sure they can see clearly?” though you were pretty damn sure you could see clearly, because anyone could see that iwaizumi was one hell of a snacc (a/n: ok lyssa chill).

he flopped back into bed next to you and pulled you closer to him, burying his head into your neck and mumbling something about oikawa being stupid and having a class at 8am the next day. you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, planting a chaste kiss on his head.

“g’night, babe. i lohvfe youh,” he said from his place next to you, his words muffled.

“i love u more, haji.”

“ ‘mpothsible.”

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[rottenturnips]

as a fellow Audhd person.

REAL, but I have to say one thing.

do your shit when your bored, or as i always do “fake it till you make it”

you don’t have to like doing anything fun fact that’s just how adhd is actually you don’t get enough dopamine from completing tasks so it just feels like an immeasurable DRAG.

So be angry and spiteful and try.

because I wholeheartedly understand the pain and suffering that is not being able to focus and do the work and just everything.

(I’m unmedicated too, and also undiagnosed with adhd lol. I got the autism diagnosis, but it’s safe to say I have both.)

but it’s not your fault you just don’t have enough dopamine lol, maybe try to Pavlov dog yourself with like a clicker.

like every time you watch or feel happy and fulfilled you click a clicker, and maybe eventually that will translate to feeling those things later idk. Like every time you finish a task you click the clicker you have already associated with good feelings and or a job done!

It’s how they train animals, and smart ones like orcas and dolphins and monkeys and stuff. So it works ?

and if you can’t get adhd meds, then with this a trickery of the mind will at least make yourself feel some form of reward when you finish a task and such.

I know EXTREMELY WEIRD AND EXTREMELY BAZAR

but it might actually help in some form, idk.

sorry for this weird ask it’s fucking bonkers, bye.

Sadly on top of my shit ability to focus I can't remember well either so I'm not sure what I reblogged or said to prompt this but THANKYOUUU<3<3<3 its not a weird ask I would have never thought to Pavlov myself into getting my brain to work better but I'm going to try this and fingers crossed it works🤞

also I hope you're able to get diagnosed and treated if you're seeking that you deserve the world for your kindness and baring that at least something to help make navigating it a little easier

[titsuya]

# RANDOM SMUT HEADCANONS

this NSFW headcanon includes short drabbles of my fave Hq boys

STARRING ➫ AKAASHI KEIJI, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, MIYA ATSUMU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, SUNA RINTARŌ all w/ f!reader

warning: cock warming, praise, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), cunnilingus, face fucking, mild degradation, creampie, mild daddy kink, squirting, mild dumbification, shitty writing! MINORS DNI 18+

wc: tbh idk sorry

a/n: this used to have hentai pics as reference… but i literally nearly lost my acct so im sorry 😿

SEND REQUESTS or THIRSTS or TALK TO ME — im out of ideas 😣 likes n reblogs appreciated as always !!! <3

part two

➫ AKKASHI KEIJI

“keiji… please fuck me,” you pout, on your knees as you sit next to him typing away at his computer. probably working on some manga panel for work— you could care less.

“doll, i’m busy, it’s gonna have to wait.” he says with a gruff voice, evidently exhausted.

you whine, pawing at his thigh, “please, keiji, ‘s not gonna happen again, please just this once.”

akaashi knew that was a lie, but he’ll entertain the idea just this once since he knew it’d help him blow off some steam.

“alright, angel, how about this,” he scoots away from his computer and looks at you, a small smile on his face. “you come sit on my cock till i finish working and then i’ll play with your pretty pussy when i’m done?”

you smile, brightly, nodding your head vigorously at the idea. “yes! thank you, keiji, thank you!”

you quickly stand to your feet and straddle his waist, lining his pretty cock up to slip into your dripping cunt.

you both let out a quiet moan as you sink all the way down, bottoming out.

“you’re tight, baby,” he grunts, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, looking up at you.

you sigh, content with the full feeling and hum out an, “mhm,”

“let me finish this up, real quick and i’ll help you out, alright?”

“okay, keiji.”

“good girl.”

➫ BOKUTO KOUTAROU

“kou! feels good!” you moan out as he laps his tongue at your clit, two finger scissoring inside of you.

he’s eating you out like his life depends on it, lewd noises of him slurping and smacking. it turns the two of you on more though.

“mmph! you taste so good,” he moans into your drenched cunt. the vibrations of his words and moans make your body shake.

you take one of your hands to fist at his hair and her groans loudly at the stimulation.

bokuto is rutting into the bed at the taste of you, cock nearly rubbed raw at the friction he receives from basically fucking the bed.

you throw your head back when his fingers hit that spongy spot inside of you.

you throw your head back, eyes following as you cry out his name, “kou! right there! don’t stop!”

“l-look at me, baby,” he growls, curling his fingers in you. “look at me while you cum all over my face.”

you arch your back and try to keep your eyes on him as you feel the tight knot in your stomach snap.

“fuck!” you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut.

he licks you clean and growls loudly, “next time i’ll fucking tape your eyes open.”

➫ MIYA ATSUMU

“didn’t know you could take cock this good, baby! should’ve told me a long time ago,” he praises, voice lilting as he throws his head back.

you gag as you feel his length hit the back of your throat, letting out a muffled moan.

“fuck, just like that, mhm,” he hums, holding the back of your head down to take more of him. “such a tight little throat, yer so good baby,”

tears stream down your face as your trying to not to choke, but his dick is just so big— there’s no way you can’t.

when atsumu feels your tears hit his the thigh, he pulls you off with a fistful of your hair. he smiles at you as your panting for air.

“aww,” he coos. “pretty little whore couldn’t breathe when her mouth’s stuffed with cock?” he giggles. “you can take it, baby, go on.”

he forces you back down and you whine loudly around him, he even lets one out at the sound of you.

“‘m gonna cum in yer slutty mouth then ‘m gonna fuck ya nd cum inside of ya, you got that?” he grunts, fucking your face at this point.

“mhm!”

“good.”

➫ IWAIZUMI HAJIME (he’s an ass man, guys)

“haji!” you yelp as soon as he slams you down his cock.

he grunts loudly, his grip on your waist near bruising, “not my fuckin’ name, princess, try again.”

“sorry daddy!” you all but moan, feeling the way his cock slips in and out of you.

iwaizumi can’t stop. the way you ass bounces in front of him while you’re riding his dick.

he pulls and grabs and squeezes the plush fat of your ass while also leaving spanks, just watching the way it jiggles leaves him a moaning mess.

“ah! daddy!” you yelp again, whining at how the soft skin burns due to his heavy hand.

“mm, baby, your ass is so fucking pretty,” he moans, “gonna make me cum so quick, it’s embarrassing.”

you cry, throwing your head back, bouncing faster, hopelessly, trying to get yourself off before he does.

“‘s alright, pretty girl, i’ll just have to keep cumming till you can’t do it anymore.” he grunts. “you just keep bouncing on that cock like a good little girl.”

“i will!”

➫ SUNA RINTARŌ

“go on, look at the camera,” suna smiles, at you, but you’ve just gotten fucked dumb.

suna’s fat cock just pounding into you while he thumbs at your clit, not letting you catch a break.

“rin,” is the only thing you have to left to say. “rin!” the only thing left that your brain still knows.

“that’s me,” he hisses. “aren’t you just so glad i’m catching this all on film? me turning you into a dumb little cocksleeve? letting me use this pretty little cunt?” he whispers, his own words beginning to slur.

he’s pumped 2 load into you already and you can’t even count how many times you’ve cum. even still, he drills into you like he’s just started.

you’re eyes roll to the back of your head for the nth time of the night when the tip of of his cock bump your cervix.

“rinrinrin!” you slur. you’re gonna cum, but you can’t find the words to tell him.

he understands, completely. all those nights hes fucked you absolutely stupid, he knows when you’re gonna cum. he’s learned how your body works.

“go ahead, baby, ‘m right there with you.” he moans. “so pretty, even when you’re being a stupid little whore.”

you cry out weakly, cumming nd gushing all over his toned abdomen and flushed cock. you might just pass out.

“that’s it, there’s my girl, yeah, gonna take my cum, right?” he asks, but doesn’t even wait for a response when he gasps, moaning your name softly.

“r-rin…love.” you mumble.

“i love you, too, pretty girl.”

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[buckybleu]

❈ muffin man ❈

pairing: Shang-Chi x Reader

summary: Shang-Chi tries to help you bake, but is reminded why it might not be a good idea.

a/n: It's night 1 of my Tricks & Treats! I'm sorry for all the corny jokes in this, I couldn't help it. Hope you enjoy reading this. Happy October!

Psst! Here’s a somewhat prequel to this: toaster incident

all errors and mistake are mine

reblog/like/feedback are greatly appreciated! 🎃

word count: 505

“I can’t even leave you alone for five seconds without you getting into trouble.”

You only turned away to grab the muffin liners when you found Shang-Chi dipping his fingers into the raw batter for a taste. Your handsome boyfriend puts both hands up, surrendering.

“Shang-Chi there’s raw egg in that batter. You’re going to get sick!” You continue mixing the batter, adding the pumpkin puree into the large mixing bowl. Shang-Chi chuckles at your scrunched expression and kisses your cheek.

“I don’t want to die...I’ll miss you too much.” Shang-Chi wraps his arms around your waist and presses his cheek to yours. “And I can’t cuddle you if I die.”

“You’re not dying. I said you’re going to get sick.”

“Well if you get me killed, I promise I will haunt your ass.”

“And what a sweet ass you’ll be haunting.” You squeal when Shang-Chi smacks your butt. “Okay enough messing around and line the muffin tins for me.”

“Why do I only get the boring tasks? You get all the pouring and mixing...what about me?”

You look over at Shang-Chi and raise an eyebrow, “Do I need to remind you of the toaster incident?”

“Jeez, you set one toaster on fire and suddenly you ‘can’t be trusted in the kitchen’!”

You chuckle and finish off spooning the pumpkin mixture into the muffin tins as Shang-Chi continues his rant. The toaster incident wasn’t too bad, but enough for you to not let him be alone in the kitchen. Till this day you couldn’t wrap your head around how Shang-Chi managed to set slices of bread and the toaster on fire.

“I mean aside from the fire it wasn’t that bad! Look, look!” Shang-Chi pulls out the trash can and points to an empty ramen packet, “I made instant ramen this morning. I’m fine in the kitchen”

“You burned your hand from the kettle, ran into our room, and asked me to kiss it better.” You place the muffin tins into the preheated oven and set a timer. “Oh baby, c’mere.” You open your arms towards a moping Shang-Chi.

“Fine, maybe I’m not that great of a chef.” Shang-Chi wraps his arms around your waist, mumbling “But I’m a good sous chef right?”

“Yes,” you press a loving kiss on his soft lips, “We’re a batch made in heaven”

Shang-Chi groans and slowly unravels himself from your hold, “Oh gosh, not the baking jokes!”

“What? Don’t you want my help? I can teach you some tricks! It would be a pie-opening experience!” You’re bent over, cackling at your own jokes.

“I love you, but please stop!”

You wipe the tears from eyes, arms looping around Shang-Chi’s neck again. “You’re no fun. All things must crumb to an end, huh? I-”

Shang-Chi attacks your face with kisses, stopping you from your next corny joke. He places a final kiss on your forehead and presses his forehead on yours.

“Shang-Chi? Want to dough a secret?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you, muffin man. Muffin compares to you!”

[buckysouvenir]

"i saved a piece for you" "you can have half"

summary: bucky is away for a mission and asks you to take care of his piece of cake till he gets back, but can you survive this mission?

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

warnings: none.

word count: 1k.

reblogs, likes and comments are always encouraged and highly appreciated! thank you ♡

this is number 9 and 11 of this prompt list.

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today was nick fury's birthday, although he doesn’t like celebrating (and he said that 15 times the last few days) you guys didn’t listen anyway. maria decided to not throw a party, just get a cake… and the party hats was your idea.

a few of the avengers were on a mission, so you said ‘it made it easier’ to fury’s angry although neutral face.

maria was cutting a few pieces of cake as fury thanked everyone and walked away. you were by her side, grabbed your phone when you saw it starts to flash with bucky’s name on it.

hi baby, just to let you know the mission is finished. going home now. love you. miss you.

you smiled at that message and called him immediately, while eating your piece of cake. he answered it with a smile on his face.

“hi baby” his smile slowly fading and furrowing his brows. “are you guys throwing a party… for a 5 year old?”

sam suddenly appears on the screen, “party?”

bucky pushes him lightly and roll his eyes playfully.

you laugh, “it’s fury’s birthday, maria throw a party”

“maria did this?” he said shocked.

“she bought the cake, the party hat was my idea” you said smiling.

he smiled back, “of course it was you sweetheart” he chuckled. “what cake is that?”

“red velvet, it’s so good bucky” you said with your mouth full, throwing your head back.

“i know it’s good, it’s your favorite” he laughed. “BUT SAVE ME A PIECE!!!”

“it’s right here” you lifted the plate next to you, “but i can’t promise you that it will still be safe when you get here”

“y/n!!!”

“okay okay chill i’ll save you a piece, geez” you smiled and lifted both of your hands.

of course you’d save him a piece, he’s the biggest sweet tooth you have ever seen.

“ok then. we’re on the jet so we will be there in 2 hours max”

“me and your piece of delicious cake will be waiting for you barnes”

he smiled and mouthed i love you before hanging up.

you finished your piece of cake, put it in the dishwasher with the other utensils used and took bucky’s piece of cake to your shared room, and put in the mini fridge you had there. it’s safer, you think.

you threw yourself on the bed and decided to watch some tiktoks to pass the time till your boyfriend got home to you.

two and a half hours later, you heard the door opening, and the tall brunette man getting inside the room.

“hi beautiful” he said with a smile on his face, throwing his bag on the floor and locking the door behind him.

you ran to his arms, he catches you, and you put your legs around his waist.

“i missed you” you said next to his ears while your arms are around his neck.

“i missed you too baby. these missions that lasts days are no fun without you” bucky says squeezing your waist.

“i know you missed me but there’s no need to squeeze me mrs super soldier” you say almost without breath.

“i’m sorry” he says softening his arms.

"it's ok" you smiled, as he puts you on your feet and kisses you.

he puts one of hands on your face and the metal one on your waist.

"i missed kissing you" he says with his lips still pressed to yours, giving your lips light kisses.

you laugh into the kiss, "i missed you too clingy man"

bucky takes a step back, "clingy?"

“yeah. what’s so bad about it?” you say teasing him.

“m not clingy” he says, furrowing his eyebrows.

you laugh. is so easy to bother him.

“ok baby, i know i know, i’m the clingy one” you say leaning in to kiss him.

he kisses you back, hugging you again, “yeah you know that right!” letting go of you and grabbing your hand, “now let’s go to the dining hall, i want my cake”

you stop him, “yeah, maybe you don’t need to go there”

he stop his tracks and look back at you, “...did you eat my cake?”

you pretend to be thinking, “hm” with you hand on your chin.

“Y/N!!!” he says loudly, incredulous, crossing his arms.

you laugh, “i’m kidding i’m kidding” kissing him. “it’s in the mini fridge, i didn’t want anyone to ‘accidentally’ eat your cake in the freezer there” you say, heading to the mini fridge and opening it, grabbing the piece of cake and handling it to him.

“oh” he says, letting go of his arms, giving you a tight smile and grabbing the plate. “thank you honey”

“i should’ve eaten it. just for the attitude”

“what attitude?”

“you thinking that i would eat your cake”

“well you like this cake”

“yeah but i wouldn’t eat YOUR piece, i have manners barnes!” you say now crossing your arms and lifting your brows.

he chuckles, “k baby, i know ok?! sorry for being rude” he kisses your cheek, “for all of that, you can eat half of mine, k?”

“YES!” you say, putting your hand in the air in commemoration.

“if i didn’t know you any better, i would’ve thought you did all of this on purpose… just so this could happen” bucky says, eating a piece of the cake. closing his eyes, “oh my god, this cake is amazing”

“i know, we gotta find out where maria bought this cake asap”

he laughs, handling you the plate, “here, you can have it”

“no, eat your half first babe”

“it’s ok, you can have it”

you grab the plate and starts eating the cake.

“i will go ask maria where she bought the cake and will buy like five of them for you k?!” he says chuckling.

“k” you say with your mouth full, too focused on the cake.

and he just stays there, looking at how happy you are, smiling, hoping you know the happiness he feels when looking at you being happy, is the scene that brings out the most happiness for him.

[tendousthoughts]

Yo yo yo... god that cringy but anyway! I would like to request something that I saw on another blog. It’s when the s/o has a fight with the boys and after it the boys go to the bedroom or somewhere to be alone but when they come out they see that their s/o is gone. In reality they just went outside for a walk to clear their head but our precious boyos panic that they left them for good.

I hope I explained that well I’m pretty new to requesting and stuff but I really love what you’ve written so far on your blog🥺

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 1

Character(s) included: Sakusa & Iwaizumi

Warning(s): Foul language (cursing), flinching

Song of the day: Meteor Shower by Cavetown

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Sakusa

It was a one sided fight. As always. He was yelling and you just took it. It was your fault after all. You shouldn’t have touched his shit, but you did. So now you are here. Holding back your pathetic tears. A mouth full of words was pushing through your lips and soon they fell out. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re still with me..” you whisper, no longer able to push back your tears. “I mean I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” You mutter softly.

He sat their stunned for a moment, “Maybe I want to be alone, but fuck your so clingy and nosey.” He muttered softly. He looked up at you, disgust in his eyes. “You know sometimes I wonder what the hell happened to you at birth to make you this fucked up. We’re you dropped or something?” He screamed. His hands now balled up into fist. You’re scared. You’re not going to lie. As he steps forward you flinch and that brings him back to reality. Instead of saying something he backs off and slams the door. You sit there stunned.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper and leave, grabbing most of your stuff. What ever you can grab at that moment which happens to be your phone, keys, wallet, and jacket. You take a deep breath as you slip on your shoes and leave quietly. Locking the door after yourself.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

Your thoughts were all over the place as you got into your car. Grabbing your phone you turn it off. Not wanting any calls or texts. Expecting none, but that just might hurt you more. You take a deep breath and decide to drive nowhere on a random freeway. You start the car and leave.

Hours passed when Sakusa finally came out of the room, “y/n..?” He whispered softly. Now missing you as he didn’t know what he was doing. He looked around and soon realized some of your stuff was gone, and so were you.

He bit his lip running to his room as he called you. “Pick up.. pick up.. pick up..” he whispered.

Heyo! You’ve happened to miss me! I’m sorryyy but I am probably hanging out with my amazing boyfriend. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back soon! Anyways gotta go. I’m going to get in trouble with my boss if he catches me on my phone.

He bit his lip hearing the voicemail. It’s funny, he had never heard it before. Maybe it was because he never called and it was always you. Or maybe because when he did you picked up immediately. Unknowingly tears start to roll down his face. He fucked up. He knows he fucked up.

He lays down on the bed you guys share and just holds your pillow close. Tears rolling down his cheek. He calls again but waits till he can say something. “Y/n.. I’m sorry.. Please pick up. I’m sorry.” He sniffles as his tears fall. “I didn’t mean any of it.. please..” he whimpered softly as he knew it was no use. He ended the call and just cried for a few hours.

When night came he decided not to eat. He wasn’t feeling good as he tried to call you again. Yet not to his surprise he heard the same voicemail. Tears welled up as he heard your soothing voice. He couldn’t believe he made you so scared that you flinched away from him. “Y/n.. baby.. please.. I’m sorry.. I miss you.. I know I sound stupid and you probably want some space.. b..but please..” he hung up. Throwing his phone as he hugged your pillow closer.

At 11 pm you finally make it back. Hoping he is sleeping as you walk in. But to your surprise you can hear soft cries and whimpers coming from the room you share. You bit your lip softly as you gently put your stuff down. Softly taking a deep breath, you gently knock.

“Ba.. Sakusa..” You bite your lip as a couple seconds later you can hear the sound of someone fall or something and then you’re greeted with a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he whimpered softly as he just held on to you. “Please don’t go.” Fear was heard clearly in his voice.

You bit your lip. “Baby.. I’m right here.. take a deep breath.. I’m dirty Sakusa you gotta let me go..” you whispered worried how he might react later.

“No..” he whispered softly as he held on tighter. “P..please no..” he was scared.

“Okay okay.. I’ve got you.. no leaving..” you smiled softly as you gently held him. “I’ve got you..” you muttered softly. You gently held him kissing his head. You take off your jacket and make your way to the bed you guys share. Gently sitting down and Sakusa followed.

He hugged on to you immediately as tears flood his eyes. “I’m sorry.. I don’t want you to leave me and stuff.. I didn’t mean any of it..” he whispered softly “I love you so much.” He muttered.

“I love you too baby..” you whispered softly playing with his curly dark hair. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay.. I’m sorry baby..” you mumble softly.

“It’s my fault.. I got angry and I started yelling and.. a..and I wanted to show you how mad I was.. and I started to scream at you and I said that I didn’t want you to be so clingy.. I didn’t mean that. I missed you and when I went to find you I couldn’t.. and it scared me and I know I fucked it. And I know I shouldn’t have done that. When I saw you finch I didn’t know.. I..I just thought about how terrible I was acting and stuff..” he whispered softly. “When I tried to call you.. you didn’t pick up and then I heard your voicemail.. and I don’t know I just..” he was crying into your chest as he held on.

“Shush.. I’ve got you.. I’m sorry baby.. I know.. it was my fault okay? You didn’t mean too. I touched your stuff and I didn’t think about how you would feel.” You whispered softly, kissing his head softly. “I didn’t mean to worry you.. and you know I wouldn’t ever just leave you without saying anything. I won’t do that to you..” you whispered as he closed his eyes and just held on. “I’ve got you and won’t let you go I promise..” you whispered softly while holding him.

“I love you..” he whispered softly as he looked up to you. Tears in his eyes. “I love you so much..” he whispered.

“I love you too darling..” you smile softly. Holding him till he falls asleep. Once he does you close your eyes and fall asleep too.

Iwaizumi

He got jealous easily. Everyone knew that. He was the type to act on his jealousy. Not only that, but he acted upon them in irrotational ways. So when he heard that you were hanging out with a coworker, it wasn't an extreme surprise that he made a huge deal about it. Starting an argument as soon as you get back.

"Just tell me who the fuck he is!" He screamed, his voice echoed in the hallway. You weren’t even inside yet and he was already acting as if he was going to kill someone.

"Can I even just come in?" you look up at him. You’re clearly annoyed which might just make him more upset.

"Oh okay just come inside! Would you like something to drink too?” He said sarcastically.“Oh wait you went and had coffee already with this 'coworker'!" He screamed as you pushed your way through the door.

When you turn to him the door is already shut and he is waiting for an answer. “It’s a coworker I don’t need to repeat myself, and I won’t. I’m not going to not hang out with people because you want me too!” You scream. Here’s the thing. Your so fucking sick and tired of him pushing you around. You used to take his shit but a month or two ago you started to respond. There’s no fucking reason for his shit.

“Ya you know what. Maybe I would be okay with it if it wasn’t taking up our time together!” He screamed and at this point nobody is really understanding what the other is saying.

“Our time? Our time?! How fucking dare you. You’re always at work! I don’t get a word out before you kick me out of our office!” You look at him in annoyance.

“My work is something I can’t just ignore! So I don’t understand why you keep bringing it up! Your fucking coworker can wait can’t they? I mean you knew I was off today! Did the whole fucking date just skim over your head?” He screamed. Now everything sorta just clicks.

“Wait ba-” but before you can finish he had already left the room. A few brief seconds pass by and you are met with the sound of a door slamming. “Fuck..” you muttered softly.

A few minutes go by and you come to the idea that he wants some time alone. You are just coming home, and are already ready to leave. So you slip on your shoes and leave. Locking the door after you head out to go get some for him, full of his favorite snacks and stuff. Knowing full well that wouldn’t fix it but maybe it could make him a bit happier.

When you get to your car you get a pop up from your reminders app. You feel a wave of tears. “Fuck,” you muttered throwing your phone to the next seat over as you start to drive.

It takes about half an hour for him to notice you’re not there anymore. He doesn’t hear your footsteps or anything as he gets up to check. After a moment or two he knows you left for sure. “Fucking shit. Misses our date and then leaves..” he muttered softly as he headed to the shared room.

You arrived getting a few things as you don’t think about anything other than how to make him happy.

After an hour or two more he bit his lip softly now a bit worried if you’re okay. But he doesn’t call waiting an hour before he does so.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

Hello! It seems like you have sadly missed me. I can call you back as soon as possible! Just please leave a message! Bye bye!

It takes him a moment before he opts just to hang up. When he does he releases a shaky breath.

An hour later you get back with some stuff gently placing the stuff down as you take off your jacket and shoes.

Iwaizumi hears you scrambling up and running over. A sigh of relief falls as he sees you standing there. “Thank god..” he muttered softly, walking up to you.

You look over unsure what to say as you feel his arms tightly wrap around you. “I’m.. I’m sorry Hajime…” you whispered softly as tears welled up. You hugged him tight as you felt terrible. “I’m sorry…” you whisper again.

“Hey it’s okay.. I know you didn’t mean to.. I just.. I was upset because it feels like sometimes when I do make time for you something happens.. like last time and shit. But when I don’t it always seems like you’re free and I thought we knew we were both open today and I woke up without you there and then I found out you were having coffee with someone and everything just started crashing down you know..?” He whispered softly.

“I know baby.. I know.. I’m sorry.” You whisper as you hear soft cries come from him. “I’ve got you.. okay? I promise next time I will remember.. I know I messed up okay? You didn’t deserve that..” you whispered as he kinda just stays quiet and holds on. “I got you some goodies baby…” you whisper.

“Please don’t leave like that again.. it made me worried..” he whispered now finally telling you. “I thought you left for good..” he muttered softly, holding you “you didn’t respond to my calls either..” he whispered softly.

“I’m sorry baby.. I won’t.. and you know I wouldn’t do that to you.. I love you too much for that okay?” You bit your lip as you listened “I didn’t see them.. I’ll check why later.. okay? I’m sorry,” you whisper and kiss his head holding him close. Soon enough he drags you to your shared bed to cuddle.

“I love you..” he whispered softly, holding on.

“I love you too Hajime,” you smiled softly, kissing him. Soon enough he fell asleep, the stress finally lifted off his shoulders. You were in his arms again. That’s all that mattered.

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[golden-barnes]

Plum tarts and red carnations

Pairing: Florist! Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Summary: Bucky is enamored with one of the employees of the bakery in front of his store.

Category: Fluff

Warning:s some self-doubting thoughts and cursing .

Word count: 2.5k

Author’s note: I have been thinking about this since that one anon and thank you @buckycuddlebuddy because you helped to inspire me further with this. Also think of Bucky as Beefy because I'm a softy for a gentle giant. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

“Damn Jerry. You’ve been growing nicely. A little bit more, and you will be ready to find a new home, bud.” Bucky whispered to the little sprout he was watering. Bucky loved his morning routine.

Before opening up his shop, he would check on his nursery. Water the plants in his greenhouse, checking them to see how they have grown. He liked talking to them; they never judged him or ignored him. He even named them. Sam would help, too, though he treated it more as a joke.

After checking on the nursery, he would focus on making bouquets and arrangements for the store. Nobody knew he was the one who made those beautiful arrangements, and he liked it.

It was like therapy for him. Matching the flowers and creating bouquets with meaning was a talent Bucky didn’t know he had. By this point, the shop was opened and ready for business.

While preparing a rose bouquet, he saw a woman in an apron running out of the new coffee shop from the table next to the cash register. Oh shit, she’s pretty. He thought. He kept staring at her and forgot the fresh roses next to him, grabbed one carelessly.

“Fuck.” He accidentally pricked his finger with a thorn. He applied pressure to his wounded finger.

“Oh, are you okay, sir?” The pretty woman from the bakery asked. Bucky didn’t notice her entering the shop, and now she was here. Looking disheveled but incredibly beautiful.

“Yeah, happens all the time. What can I help you with?” He said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He could hear Sam’s voice in his head. “Play it cool, Buck.”The woman let out a sigh.

“I’m co-owner of the coffee shop, and it’s our opening day. I was encharged of the decorations, and I ordered some flowers from this other place, but when they got here, they were horrible. Like really bad. And oh god, I’m rambling, but I need a brand new arrangement.” She said all in one breath. Bucky had to fight a smile from appearing. Adorable.

“It’s okay. What colors did you want?” Bucky asked. The woman smiled at him.

“We wanted white and purples. Something simple. But honestly, I know nothing of flowers. I don’t understand why Wanda put me up with this? Now we are late, and I still have to finish decorating the cupcakes.” She explained while Bucky started to search for the flowers in his shop.

“Lilacs, with white peonies and lavender roses, would make a nice bouquet. How does that sound?” Bucky showed her the flowers he was referring to. The woman gasped.

“Oh, they are so pretty! You, sir, are a genius.” She gushed, still looking at the flowers. Bucky felt his cheeks getting red from receiving praise.

“I can bring it to you,” Buckywhispered, afraid that she might not like that idea. “You know, because you still have some stuff to finish, so you can do it, and I’ll bring it to you in less than 10 minutes.” She looked at him and went to hug him. Bucky tensed, not expecting the hug, but soon relaxed.

“You are literally my hero. Just ask for Y/N,” She said, walking towards the exit. “Wait, what’s your name?” She added, opening the door to leave.

“Bucky.” Y/N smiled at him. “See you later, Bucky.”

Bucky has never worked on an arrangement as hard as this one. He was already meticulous, but he really wanted to impress Y/N. Can you blame him? The pretty girl needed his help, and he wanted her to be happy. He even added some baby’s breath and this new white ribbon that had come in for weddings. He was very proud of it but also very nervous.

With a deep breath, Bucky entered the coffee shop. A brunette was at the door, cleaning the tables.

“Sorry, Sir. We are still aren’t open.” She said. Bucky gulped.

“Uhm. I’m looking for Y/N.” He told her; she looked at the flowers in his hands and understood. She yelled for Y/N, who came out of the kitchen with icing on her check, giving him the brightest smile.

“Hey, Bucky! That’s beautiful! How did you make such a pretty arrangement in less than 20 minutes?” She grabbed the vase out of his hands and set it on the counter. Bucky blushed and scratched his neck, shying away.

“It’s nothing.. I’m just happy you liked it.”

“How much do I owe you?” She asked. Bucky put his hands up.

“Oh, it’s on the house. Don’t worry. Call it a welcome gift.” He explained; Y/N jumped and gave him another hug. This time Bucky wrapped his arms around her.

“You are the nicest person on this fucking planet. I have to make it up to you. What’s your favorite fruit?” She pulled away from him and looked at Bucky in the eye. Bucky felt his breath hitch, and his palms get sweaty.

“I-I like plums.” He stuttered. She gave him a big smile and handed him a cookie.

“Hmm, I can make something with that.” She winked at him.

-

“I still haven’t named you, but honestly, I don’t know. You look like a Janelle, but also, I feel like that doesn’t fit.” Bucky said to the new cactus that arrived yesterday, in the afternoon.

“I think she looks like a Lucille.” Bucky turned around and saw Y/N with a box in hand.

“Oh, hi.” He felt embarrassed. She had heard him talk to his plants. Not even Steve had seen that. It was his private thing.

“She’s cute. What type of cactus is it?” She looked at it, not looking weirded out or anything.

“It’s called a Bishop’s cap. They grow to be very pretty and sprout a yellow flower. Not very popular in the shop, but there’s this new cactus crazy going on, and I thought to stock up.” Bucky explained, putting the cactus down next to the others.

“Do you name all your plants?” Bucky gulped and turned around to face her.

“Yeah, and talk to them too.” Bucky fought the urge to punch himself. Why would he say that? Fuck, now she is gonna think he is a fucking weirdo.

Much to his surprise, she smiled at him. She suddenly remembered the box she brought and opened it.

“For saving me yesterday, I made you a plum tart.” She opened it and pulled out the tart. Bucky felt his heart beating faster, and his hands get clammy.

“You didn’t have to.” “Ah! I beg to differ. Everyone that walked into our shop loved the flowers. They were really something. Like I couldn’t stop looking at them. So I had to show you my gratitude the only way I know how. With treats.”

“I couldn’t possibly eat that all alone. Want to share?” Bucky asked, giving her puppy eyes so she wouldn’t say no.

“You drive a hard bargain, Bucky. Has anyone ever told you can get away with murder with those eyes?” Y/N joked.

“I think my grandma’ probably said it. I have some silverware in the shop’s kitchen. When you have to be at your shop?” Bucky said, signaling her to follow him.

“I’m on break—perks of being the boss.” She explained while Bucky grabbed a few paper plates, forks, and a knife. She grabbed the knife and cut a big piece, and gave it to Bucky. Then she cut a piece for herself.

Bucky took a bite and accidentally let out a moan.

“I take it; you like it.” She winked at Bucky. He diverted his gaze from her. Why the fuck did I do that? Bucky screamed internally.

“It’s delicious. I can see why your shop has been packed since yesterday. Reminds me of my ma’s.” Bucky admitted.

“I’m glad, but I can’t take all the credit. You should see the coffee mixes Wanda came up with. They are the real star.” Bucky smiled at her. Nice and pretty… She let out a cough.

“How did you get really good with plants? Like sorry for the personal question, but you have a talent.” She inquired.

“Well, uhm. After getting discharged, my friend Sam suggested that I take classes to handle stress and PTSD. One of the classes was gardening, and I just found it so calming. So I started taking more courses and learning ‘till I decided to start my own business. I don’t think I could ever work anywhere else.” Bucky noticed her staring at him. “What?” He said, smiling awkwardly at her.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how you are the nicest man I’ve ever meet.” She said nonchalantly. Bucky chuckled.

“It’s nothing major. I just found my calling.” Bucky stated.

“I feel the same. I baked a lot in college, and then suddenly I was like fuck, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.” She recalled. Her eyes glowed under the light of the kitchen.

“I felt the same way when I started this shop.” Bucky admitted, she bit back a smile.

“By the way, I like the name—Howling’s flowers. Oh, and how pretty this store is, it looks like I walked in a magical forest.” She complimented.

“I- thanks. I named my store after my squad and the decor well; that’s kind of an embarrassing story.” Bucky chuckled nervously. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. I own a coffee shop named Magic café, and all of our items are named after magical things. I am the last person to judge.” Bucky bit his lip nervously while listening to her.

“I based it on The Hobbit. It was my favorite book when I was younger, and I just couldn’t imagine decoring this store anyway else.” Y/N looked at him with an open mouth.

“Okay, are you government android? Because you are friendly, great with plants and well-read. You are too good to be true.” She laughed. Bucky needs to find a way to blush less in her presence because this is like the fourth or fifth time it has happened.

They finished eating their pieces of tart and talking for a while. Y/N decided to go back to the shop, not realizing how much time she spent there. Before leaving, Bucky gave her some more lavender roses.

“Oh, Bucky, you don’t have to.” She protested.

“It’s just to add to the arrangement. I feel like it was missing a few more roses. You’ll be doing me a favor.” He assured. She grabbed the flowers and smelt them before smiling and giving him a small thanks.

Little did she know that lavender Roses mean love at first sight.

They played that little game for weeks, almost 2 months. Y/N would take her lunch break at Bucky’s shop. Feed him some food and pastries that she was experimenting with, and he would give her flowers.

“To put on the counter. Your store deserves fresh flowers every day.” Bucky claimed. But in actuality, all the flowers meant something. The white camellias? He was telling her that he admired her. The amaryllis? That he found you beautiful. The white and purple stocks? A silent plea for bonds of affection from your part. But he couldn’t bring himself to say these things out loud.

Speaking to Y/N in flowers was much easier. Maybe because she didn’t know and couldn’t reject him.

“Bucky, you gotta tell her, man.” Steve would try to reason with him. “She likes you; you like her. Just tell her that you like her or ask her out on a date.”

“You don’t get it, Steve.” Bucky would argue, which led to an entire discussion on how Bucky is being a coward that ended with him telling Steve and Sam to fuck off.

But they were right; it was simple. She has been an absolute doll with him. She doesn’t mind hearing his rants about the new book he read and helped him water his plants. She even bought waterproof labels to put their names on their planters. She even asked (more like demanded) Bucky to send her the pictures of every bouquet and arrangement he made. She loved seen his creations.

And he loved being her test subject. She would bring him new pastries to try. He was her official taste tester. Anything new in the store, Bucky had already tried it in every one of its variations. Y/N would speak to him of all of her special interests and all of her new hobbies. He had even met all her friends, and they loved him.

So why was this so difficult? Bucky groaned while arranging the flowers at the front of the shop.

“What’s got you all groaning and gloomy, Bucky-bear?” Y/N asked him. She looked radiant in her work clothes. Ugh, Bucky had it bad.

“Nothing, j-just thinking.” He nervously replied.

“Don’t overthink. You might over-heat your brain, bubs.” She joked, entering Bucky’s shop. And like the hopeless romantic he is, he followed.

“Soooooooo I have been trying out this new pasta recipe, and you are the only one I trust to give me the truth.” She said, opening the Tupperware she brought. Bucky’s heart fluttered at her words. He felt light-headed; maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth.

“I like you.” He blurted out. He slapped his hand over his mouth. Y/N turned to him, widen eyes, and mouth gaped.

“Bucky, do you mean that? Because if you are playing with me, I will fight you with this.” She warned Bucky, threatening with a spoon.

“I like you a lot. Actually love you. I- that’s what those flowers meant.” Bucky explained. Y/N put down the spoon.

“What flowers?” She asked, in the softest tone he has ever heard her speak in. Bucky turned his gaze to the floor, embarrassed that this was his confession.

“All of them. They all meant love in one form or the other.” He admitted. Y/N stood in front of him and put her hand on his cheek. He felt his heart do backflips.

“What flower means I’m in love with you, Bucky?” She asked, caressing his cheek.

“Maybe red carnations.” He joked, leaning into her touch.

“I’ll ask this handsome florist with a heart of gold to make me a bouquet to give you.” Bucky chuckled while she let out a little giggle.

“I would love a bouquet, but I would much rather have a plum tart from the sexy baker on the store out front.” Y/N hummed.

“I think I can make that happen.” She said, pulling him closer. “Can I kiss you, Bucky?” She asked; Bucky could only nod.

She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer, molding her body against him. Their lips gliding over each other smoothly, as if they were made for each other.

They pulled away to take a breath, and they both had the same dopey smile. Tarts and carnations. Who knew they mixed so well?

[rinstars]

holiday juice

pairing: suna x reader

genre: just pure holiday smut heh

word count: 1.6k+

tags: slight somnophilia(?), praise + degradation, squirting, orgasm denial, overstimulation, size kink, daddy kink

note: please reblog! i wrote this on a whim oopsie so it’s not that good but nevertheless, merry christmas and happy holidays! here’s a little gift from suna <3

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you woke up before he did, making you look over to him for a moment, memorizing his pretty sleeping face. the sheet covering your naked bodies is so thin that the outline of his cock is so visible, making you shudder in desire. your fingers reached up to trace gentle lines on his face – tracing his beautiful eyes, sharp nose, strong jaw.

he looks so pure and sweet like this. nothing like the suna you had last night, pinning you so hard into the bed by the waist, making a bruise form from where his fingers had been. his eyes turning into an animalistic glare as he pounds his cum back into your pussy to prevent it from leaking out.

“don’t you fucking dare let a single drop slip out.” he threatens you, pretty slim hands wrapped loosely around your neck with hips moving at an incredible pace. “take me, fuck, baby, take it like you always do.”

“r-rin, i’m so full.” you whimper as you feel his seed fill you up to the brim. you internally curse yourself at the way you’re clenching so hard, making it even more difficult to keep the cum from leaking. he whispers a string of “no’s” as he continues fucking his cum into you.

suna grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him and his narrowing eyes. the way he’s looking at you with so much intensity make you cream even harder, gripping into his shoulders. you let out a cry of pain at how much he’s overstimulating your sensitive cunt but he just pushes your mouth open with his thumb and spit into it.

“don’t you dare fucking swallow.” he hisses with a glare but it was all too much with his fingers circling your clit. you arch into the bed and scream out, accidentally swallowing his spit in the process.

your eyes widened in fear as you pleaded with tears, “daddy, please, i-i’m sorry i didn’t mean it, a-ah it’s because you feel so good, daddy, please.”

your begging falls on deaf ears as suna pulls out of you all of a sudden and flipped you over in all fours, your ass up in the air.

he doesn’t slam back into you like you hoped he would. instead, he takes his time looking at your wet pussy from the new found angle. his finger running up and down your folds, collecting your moisture and spreading it around your inner thighs, makingit glisten. “so wet, so sloppy. fuck, princess, you’re taking daddy’s fat cock so well, huh?”

you push your behind in an attempt to get his fingers inside you but his other hand pushes you back by the hips, making you groan out in need. “hmm yes daddy, all for you. please take me, again, please.” you agree and beg with a choke in your voice as tears threaten to spill from your eyes at how difficult he’s being.

“so pretty begging like that.” his fingers snake around your waist, pulling you up to him so his chest is pressed against your back. he kissed your jaw from behind and caressed your breasts before pinching your hardened nipple, making you jump out in both pain and pleasure.

from the back, you feel him grab his cock again, teasing his tip back into your folds while you wait… but it doesn’t go beyond that. he just keeps teasing the crown of his cock into you, never filling you up with all of him.

“r-rin, please go all t-the way in.” you stutter as you try to turn your head to face him. his grip on your neck tightens, preventing you from moving your head in any direction.

“no, no, baby. you keep disobeying me, right? that’s all you get. you stay still and be my little cumdump.” he coos sarcastically, sucking on the skin behind your ear as he repeatedly teases you with the tip of his cock.

your tears didn’t stop the whole night. he really didn’t give in and teased you all the way to the end. he was the only one who got to cum, fulfilling his promise of making you his cumdump as you feel the stickiness travel down your thighs. when you sob at him and begged him to do you too, he ignores you and just tells you he’s too tired for another round.

“rin, i d-didn’t get to c-cum.” you pout at him, sobbing in the crook of his neck.

he just kissed your temples and murmured lazily in your ears. “pretty girl, that’s what happens to little sluts like you who can’t follow orders.”

he pulled away and looked at you with a smirk, eyes hooded and dropped in a lazy stare. he grabs your jaw and goes in for one last kiss for the night, his tongue forcing its way into yours. he bites your lips after a while, making you moan out in pleasure and attempt to climb onto his lap.

but he refuses you again.

“sleep, baby. that’s all you get from me.” was the last words he said before he pulled the covers over his body and signaled you to do the same.

you tear up at the memory. you wanted to feel his cock around you one more time last night but he just put you on the edge, never finishing you off.

as you stare at his resting cock beneath the sheets, you can make out image of the veins lining his length along with the head he used to tease you all night. your pussy can’t help but drip in arousal, making you reach below and grip his thick cock into your small hands.

he’s so long, so pretty, and so fat. your hands couldn’t wrap around it completely so you always had to use both hands.

you stroke it lightly and spit in your hands to give it more slick, feeling it slowly harden beneath your touch as the veins became more and more prominent and the tip turns into a red blush. you start pumping him slowly, hearing him whimper and squirm in his sleep.

you moan out at how hot he looks and you attempt to go faster. but a sudden strong grip on your wrist made you jump and halt. you looked up to see suna glaring at you with his foxy eyes. “what are you doing?”

you cower underneath his gaze, licking your lips in nervousness. “sorry i just.. i want you, daddy.”

you looked up at him through your lashes as leaned back on the bed, supporting your weight with your elbows while you spread your legs in front of him to show him your cunt. all glistening and sloppy from how wet you’ve been since the moment you woke up.

his eyes dropped to stare at your pussy and you don’t miss the way his cock twitched for a second and the hunger that flashed in his gaze. “this early in the morning? what a fucking cockslut for daddy.”

he held out his hand to you to pull you closer for a kiss. you took his hand and kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip as his fingers travel from your waist to your ass, spreading it open. you run a hand through his hair as you whisper some begging into his lips.

“rinnie, please fuck me?"  you desperately ask as he smirks against your lips and tapped your hip, making you pull out from this kiss and lay on the bed beneath him.

he stared at your spasming cunt for a second, watching it clench into nothing as he strokes his cock with his fingers. my little cocksleeve, he thought as slammed into your pussy with so much force. his balls making a sound as it slapped into your ass over and over. you scream out at the feeling of his fat cock suddenly filling you up.

"t-too big. shit.” you squirm as tears line your eyes. you always needed a moment to adjust whenever he enters you for the first time, slowly making yourself comfortable as you struggle to accommodate his huge cock in your small cunt.

but this time, he slammed all of him into you all at once.

“fuckfuckfuck.” he groans into your neck as he slowly builds up his pace, stuffing you full of his cock. you can almost feel him in your stomach.

admittedly, rintaro was also very frustrated at how he wasn’t able to go all the way in for the last night at your last round. but watching your face contort in need for his cock with tears staining your blushing cheeks was so fun, he couldn’t help it.

you clung to suna pathetically, sweaty body pressed against his chest as your breast keeps bouncing up and down with how hard he’s slamming into you. his mouth is by your ear, whispering both praises and degradation ranging from “oh, you look so pretty like this baby, taking in my cock like the sweet girl you are” to “daddy’s little cockslut is so desperate for it, huh? begging for my cock so early in the morning like the dumb whore that you are.” and it’s all so overwhelming.

you feel a coil in your stomach, one that feels different from what you usually feel when you’re about to come undone beneath him. your body trembled from pleasure as suna reached between your bodies and repeatedly flicked your clit, abusing it till it’s all sore and red.

your pussy tightens around him, clenching him so hard like you don’t want to ever let him go. you can feel all of him now. every single vein rubbing in your walls, shaping you into the shape of his cock.

“baby, you’re too fucking t-tight.” he growled as he struggled to move in and out of you. “loosen up a little, fuck, i can’t… can’t move. shit.”

you try to loosen up a bit, try to relax. but it’s impossible when you feel his cock twitching inside you, signaling he’s as close as you are. suna drags his cock in and out of you with effort, making your walls clamp down for the last time as you feel an overwhelming surge of pleasure take all over.

you screamed his name, biting in his shoulders as you try to push him away. “rin, i-i’m gonna make a mess. i can’t take it, l-let go! ah, rin i’m gonna cum so messily, please, f-fuck.”

“yeah? then cum all over me, sweet girl. cum for me and make a mess.” he growled and bit your jaw one last time before he pulls away from you to stand upright and watch your pussy gush around him. your juices dripping all the way to his balls while his cock repeatedly gets coated in milky white cream.

with a squeal, your vision became blurry and your thighs shook as you let go and let your cum spray all over the both of you, wetting the sheets along with his chest. suna sloppily rocks into you a couple more times, chasing his high and then releasing a huge load into your hole, mixing it with your own juices.

“holy fuck, i just made you squirt you hard.” he spoke breathlessly, eyeing you with lustful eyes as he continues mindlessly rocking into you gently.

you giggled, reaching up to him for a hug. he lets you, leaning down so you can hug him by the neck as he peppers kisses all over your jaw. “you sure as hell did.”

he pulls away and lifted himself a little to look at you from above before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. you hum in satisfaction as you kiss him back, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness you feel between your thighs as his cum slowly leaks from your cunt.

“merry christmas, baby.”

“merry christmas, rin.”

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Gemma’s Daughter (1/?)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Cursing, angst, yelling, cheating, heartbreak, physical fight

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A/N: thank you for the request! Sorry it’s a little late. I changed it up a bit by having Jax and Gemma still be alive as well as some other things. I’m really happy with how this turned out so I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3

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This was the third time Angel’s phone went straight to voicemail. It was the middle of the night, and he said he would be home 3 hours ago for his and your movie night which at the end of it, you would share some thrilling life-changing news. You were worried sick about him not returning your calls, worried that something serious had happened. What if he was hurt? Or worse, dead? You decided to shoot him a text; maybe he was doing something important, making it so he couldn’t pick up right now.

📲 Angel😇

Baby, where are you? I’m worried! Please just let me know if you’re safe ok? I have something exciting to tell you. Love you❤️

You texted some of the other guys. None of them had heard anything from him. They told you not to worry. He was probably caught up with something and would turn up eventually. Luckily your brother Jax picked up when you called. You asked him for some guidance on if you should sound the alarm or wait until Angel gave off noise. Since he was in the same life as your husband, you figured he would know what’s best. He told you better to wait. That he was most likely dealing with something that had taken his full attention. If he didn’t turn up tomorrow, Jackson said he would take the drive over to help you look for him. You were so thankful for your big brother. He was always there to help you whenever he could. To protect and love you.

You refused to go to sleep before he came home or before he called you, so you knew he was safe and sound. Some movie was playing on the TV that you didn’t pay much attention to. The battle between you and your eyelids was still going strong. All of a sudden, you were woken up from your zombie state by the front door opening and closing. Footsteps that belonged to no other than Angel made their way into the dim-lit living room.

“Angel!” His movements were sort of clumsy. A sign that he had been drinking. You came to stand at his side. Holding him up by his forearm as it looked like he was going to faint face down ass up on the floor any second. Your nose scrunched up at the strong smell of the alcohol on him. “Angel, I was worried sick! Where were you?” “I was out with my brother.” His words had a pinch of sluggishness in them as he spoke. “We were supposed to have our movie night! We haven’t seen each other all week, and this was going to be our evening together.”

“Ugh,” he tugged himself out of your grasp, which took you by surprise. “Why are you so bossy all the time? I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.” His words started to sting a little, but you didn’t think that much of it. He was shitfaced drunk, and he wasn’t his usual self. “Angel I-“ “No, you listen here, I’m sick and tired of you always going; oh Angel this oh Angel that,” he tried to mimic your voice but failed miserably, “like shut up. Shut the fuck up for one goddamn second in your life and stop being so fucking clingy.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. The tears in your eyes started to build up as you held two protective hands over your stomach. Your mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. “A-Angel ple-please-“ “No, I don’t fucking care right now. I’m leaving.” And just like that, he turned around and walked out. The force of the door slamming shut shook the whole house as you were left with an emptiness inside you.

The tears ran down your cheeks like it was pouring rain outside. Your body trembled at the anxiety and stress you were feeling at what just happened. You looked down at where your hands were laid over your stomach. “I-I’m so sorry li-little bean. I’m so so-sorry, my sweetheart.”

In the morning, you woke up in the worst state you have ever been in. The same clothes as yesterday were still on you. The pounding in your head wouldn’t seem to stop. Your eyes raw from crying, and your throat felt like rough sandpaper. Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you padded down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you stared out the kitchen window, you saw your neighbor playing with their kids, which started the production of tears again.

A gasp left you of the sound from the front door opening and Angel’s voice calling for you. You met him in the living room—both of you staring at each other without saying a word. You should be mad at him, shouldn’t you? To scream at him for saying those hurtful things? But for some reason, your heart wouldn’t allow you to do so. You were just relieved that he had come home.

Angel was the first one to break the awkward silence. “Please… sit,” he pointed towards the sofa. You sat at one end while he took his place at the other. His face was in his hands. It looked like he had something to share with you. “Angel… what is it?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyes locked with yours and his heart broke when he saw what mess he had left you in. “I’m sorry for how I acted. Yelling at you like that…saying things that aren’t true… it’s not what you deserve. I don’t know what came over me and… I have something I need to tell you.” He looked up to you as tears welled up in his eyes. You gave him a slight nod, a sign that he could go ahead with whatever it was.

“When I left in the night, I was supposed to go over to pop's house to sleep. I didn’t take the bike because I was too shitfaced to drive, so I went on foot hoping that it would sober me up… and... I just kept walking and walking until I found myself… not at Felipe’s.” He peeked up to you from where he was looking down at the floor just a moment ago. His heart broke into microscopic pieces when he saw on your face that you knew where his story was most likely going. As much as he didn’t want to finish, he had to. He had to come clean and straight with you. You deserved that much.

“I found myself at Adelita’s place… and… we hooked up.” The silence after he said that was hefty and long. Once again, he was the one to break it. “Querida… it’s the biggest fucking mistake I have ever made in my fucking life. I don’t know what the fuck came over me to do something like that to you… to us.”

He tried to get a hold of your hand, but you pulled away in disgust. You didn’t want him to touch you after he had been feeling all up on her in the night while you were home alone crying yourself to sleep. You had no words, none. Your mouth was opening and closing, but nothing seemed to escape it. “Please say something.” “Where is she?” “I don’t see ho-“ “Goddammit Angel, just tell me where the fuck she is!” The scream you let out startled him. “Sh-she’s at the clubhouse… there was some emergency that needed to be taken care of, and it couldn’t wait till later.”

At lightning speed, you had grabbed the car keys and were out the door. Angel registered what the fuck was going on when he heard the engine's roar from the car. He was quick to his feet and on his bike to try and catch up before you did anything stupid.

Not thinking straight, you barge through the Templo doors to be met with Adelita and the rest of the MC standing over a map planning something. “Sweetheart, you aren’t supposed to be here,” Bishop said with a stern manner. You didn’t hear him. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to be in the room. All you could think about was the rage filling you up as she stood there gloating at you. A smug look on her face that you knew where your man had been last night, all cozy and tangled up together in her sheets.

She didn’t expect you to jump her and start beating the shit out of her; she knew you weren’t that type of girl, so it startled her when you did. That’s when Angel walked in out of breath and saw the scene in front of him that had him stand dead in his tracks as he watched. Your hands punched and scratched as you screamed, "I'm the mother of his child, not you bitch! Don’t ever touch him again!” You didn’t register what you said, and now everyone knew. She tried to fight back, but you were much more powerful than her.

It took the guys a few moments to pull you off as they were in sheer shock at what was going on in front of them. You were usually a shy and sweet girl that wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They were surprised that you so quickly took her down. Once pulled off, Taza escorted Adelita out since it was time for her to leave. “How in the fuck did you do that?” They almost said in unison. "Jax may be my brother, but my mother is Gemma, and you definitely don’t want to fuck with us.” You knew your mother would be proud of you for standing up for yourself and for putting that bitch in her place.

“Wait… you’re pregnant.” “Yes, Angel, I’m fucking pregnant, and you’ve just fucked up our whole relationship, our future.” The tears that were threatening to spill were managed to be put under control by your choice of not showing any of them how you truly felt, sad, empty, alone, and betrayed by Angel’s choices of thinking with his dick and not his fucking brain.

You were about to storm out when he grabbed you by the forearm. “Wait, please… we can fix this! Please let me fix this dulce.” “No, Angel,” you twisted your arm to get loose of his grip; the touch of him made you cringe, “the damage has already been done. I can’t fucking stand to look at you. Not now. I’m going home… I’m going home to Charming for a while.” And with that, you left Angel there to mend his broken pieces at losing the two of you…

To Be Continued

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