#the bun looks absolutely no different after all that than when she first put it up

[eddis-not-eeddis]

The magnificent middle sister takes literal HOURS on her hair. She starts out with a normal looking bun, and after seven and a half years of primping and preening and pinning and hair-spraying and curling...it looks exactly the same.

I wouldn't mind so muchif it was a fancy hairstyle and reflected the unutterably ridiculous amounts of time she spends on it, BUT SHE WEARS A MESSY BUN! Like, the whole purpose of her bun is to look disheveled, and it takes an ACTUAL HOURS to make it look like that. And it looks no better or worse than the kind of bun I throw up in forty-five seconds.

I kind of resent her hogging of the bathroom over such a mediocre hairstyle, not gonna lie.

[loveymontgomery]

what if all i need is you?

addison montgomery x reader

contains smut - about 1k words in

word count: 6740

a/n: veers away from the actual series - takes place right before (and into) the prom episode!! i wrote this in NOVEMBER LOL been hiding in the google docs 4ever. may be off continuity-wise (or some things may just be weird) but i was too busy thinking abt addie -- can u blame me?!?!?!?1//1?!

lyrics from taylor swift's "slut!"

Flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard

Clink clink, being this young is art

You and Dr. Montgomery had just left work together. The two of you were on-call the night before, and got off in the afternoon. She had been wearing her flamingo pink scrubs that night, looking beautiful as ever. Her hair was less curled than usual, fairly straight, with a slight inward curl at the end–how you liked it the most.

You’d gotten an Uber right after work, and took it downtown, where the two of you walked up and down streets (popping into stores occasionally), until dinner. You stopped in a small local place, which turned out to be much better than expected.

“We’ve got to come back here,” Dr. Montgomery said. 

“Absolutely, Dr. Montgomery,” you replied, a smile on your face.

“It’s Addison, to you. Surely, we’re on a first-name basis at this point.”

“Cheers, Addison,” you clink your glasses. “To this amazing dinner.”

Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool

What if all I need is you?

After dinner, with the impending sunset, Addison called an Uber for the both of you. She took you back to the hotel she’d been staying at following her divorce from Derek Shepherd. She led you up to her room, telling you all about the different things the hotel had–a gym, obviously, billiards, a family and an adults only pool (with a hot tub), as well as a jacuzzi in her bathroom. Seeing your excitement at the jacuzzi, she suggested that the pair of you take a dive–she’d let you borrow one of her two swimsuits. 

After looking through her luggage, she handed you a black bikini. “You can change first,” she said. You stepped into the bathroom, only a few paces from where you were standing. Peeling off your pants, you noticed the size of the jacuzzi. It wasn’t large. Regardless of where you sat, you’d be in contact with Addison. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and heat to your cheeks. You tried to shake it off, pulling off the rest of your clothes and putting on Addison’s bikini. As you glared in the mirror, you noticed how it fit you. It wasn’t skimpy, (Addison surely wouldn’t have offered it to you if it was) but you looked good. The lighting in the bathroom placed emphasis on your barely-there abs, and made you look much more toned than you truly were. 

Checking yourself out, you decided to pull your hair down from the messy bun it had been in during the day. You weren’t sure why, but you made sure that your hair looked perfect before you exited the bathroom. 

Addison stared at you in silence for a moment, checking you out. She seemed to snap out of it quickly, saying, “Sorry. Not used to seeing my bikini on someone else.” You noticed a red tint on her cheeks as she passed you to go into the bathroom, though. You sat on the bed, trying to keep your mind away from imagining Addison in a bikini, even though you’d see her in one in a few moments. You didn’t want to think about it–seeing her collarbone, her shoulders, her waist. God, you couldn’t even think about her legs without your face heating up. Which shouldn’t happen. You couldn’t be thinking about your friend–your coworker–like that.

She opened the door moments later, wearing a pink bikini. You took a mental note of that, Addison’s favorite color is pink, surprisingly. It was like you felt time stop when you saw her. She looked gorgeous, better than you could’ve ever imagined that anyone could. Her voice brought you back to reality.

“I turned on the jacuzzi. So…”

“Right,” you said, and followed her into the bathroom. She got into the bathroom with all the grace you could imagine. You tried to not get distracted, following her into the jacuzzi. You sat across from her, your knees touching. “Must be nice to come home to this,” you joked.

“Oh, yeah,” she smiled. “This thing has to be one of the best ways to unwind.”

“What are the other ways?” you asked, a slight bit of flirtation coming out. You didn’t even realize, not until you had already said it. 

“Can’t tell you all my secrets, can I?” Addison flirted back, brushing her knee along your leg. Hearing the ding of her cellphone, Addison reached to the counter behind you, where she’d placed her phone before you’d come into the bathroom. You held your breath at the close proximity. Her stomach was practically in your face, and it took nearly everything in you to not look up. She sighed when she looked at it, but quickly came back down to the jacuzzi, sitting next to you, instead of across from you. 

“Hi,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“Hi,” Addison replied, a sly smirk on her face.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, just Derek. Nothing important,” she said, ever-so-slightly moving closer to you. You felt her thigh against yours, and nearly went into cardiac arrest. It was a miracle that you weren’t hooked up to a heart monitor, because she surely would’ve caught on to the fact that you were practically dying from just being near her. Addison pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Did I ever tell you how much I appreciate you?” 

“Uh… you might’ve mentioned it once or twice,” you said, quietly, as Addison started to get closer to you. 

“You make my life so much easier by just being in it,” she confessed, looking into your eyes. You swallowed thickly, your breath picking up. “Are you nervous?” Addison asked, picking up on the tenseness radiating from you. When you didn’t answer, she said, “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.” Leaning forward, Addison placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your hands found their way into her hair, and Addison planted herself on top of your legs. Like something snapped, the kiss heated up, and you felt Addison’s hands running along your sides and then felt a hand along your thigh, and one in your hair. After a few moments, Addison pulled back, resting her forehead on yours. “Good?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good,” you said. One of Addison’s hands found your neck, pressing on your pulse point.

“Relax, Y/N. I’m gonna have to take you back to the hospital.”

“If it means spending more time with you…” you trailed off, lightly joking. You glared into her eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said, before returning to kiss you. Addison’s hips started to grind against nothing, which didn’t go unnoticed from you. Even though she wasn’t doing much to you–just the feeling of her thighs moving along yours was enough to drive you crazy. It didn’t get easier when she started to slip her tongue into your mouth. You moaned into her mouth, which really didn’t go unnoticed by Addison, as she ran her hand back up to your chest, feeling you up through the bikini she lent you. She pulled back slightly, “having fun?” she asked, while continuing to feel you up.

It took everything in you to not make a sound, which was very evident to Addison. “Mhm…” you hummed in response. 

“Oh, come on… Use your words,” Addison commanded lightly.

“Yes. Addison, I need-,” you started, cutting yourself off because of the pleasure that Addison was bringing you.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You. Just… you. All I need is you,” you admitted, breathlessly. Addison’s confident exterior faded, seemingly affected by your statement. She practically lunged toward you, placing her lips on yours roughly. Her hands traveled up and down your back and sides quickly. She lightly pulled on the back of the bikini you were wearing before pulling apart to ask, 

“May I?”

You nodded, knowing your words would fail you. You pulled Addison back towards you, and it was now your turn to kiss her roughly. She made a noise of surprise before pulling the strings to your bikini, causing it to fall off completely. Taking her lips off of yours, she began to kiss down your jaw and onto your neck, where she sucked for a moment. Doing it with a doctor really was as good as you’d think. Addison knew all the spots. Moving down, past your neck, she placed light kisses along your collarbone and down onto one of your breasts. 

You couldn’t help the moan that came out of you. “Oh, Addie…” Addison pulled back, scanning your body.

“You’re so beautiful. Perfect,” she decided, bringing one of her hands to your breast. Lightly, she ran her thumb back-and-forth across your nipple, watching your reaction. She took note of your heavy breaths. “Feels good?” You nodded. “Just sensitive?” she questioned.

“Yeah, for you.”

“You’re gonna inflate my ego by saying things like that,” Addie warned.

“Things like what? The truth?”

“Shut up,” Addison said, going to kiss you again. She began to toy with your nipple, loving the way you squirmed under her. You couldn’t help the quiet moans that came out of your mouth. Her other hand found its way to your upper thigh, before she pulled apart again, “Can I-”

“Addison, you can do whatever you want to me,” you cut her off, pulling Addison’s face back to yours. Within seconds, you felt Addison’s hand sliding under your bikini bottom. You lifted your hips instinctively, giving her a better angle. When Addison felt how wet you were, the both of you moaned. When one of her fingers came up to your clit, you whined. 

“So, you’re really sensitive, huh?” she asked. 

“I already told you-”

“Don’t be ashamed, it’s hot,” Addison told you, slowly sliding one of her fingers inside you.

“Addie…”

“I love when you say my name,” she encouraged. She slowly started to move her finger in and out of you, watching your reactions like a hawk. She could see how riled up you were, how you were desperate. Desperate in need of her. “Babe, take a breath. Slow down.”

When you did take a breath, she kissed you lightly. “That’s my girl.” Addison fully intended to take care of you. This was not going to be quick, she was going to revel in the pleasure she gave you, and as much as she loved seeing your desperation for her, she didn’t want you to tire yourself out too quickly. Again, she placed light kisses on your neck, smiling when she heard you moan. Too focused on her finger inside you, you didn’t even realize when she started sucking on your neck. When she pulled back, she said, “oops.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see later,” she said, smirking. Before you could respond, she pushed another finger inside you. 

“Oh, god, Addison,” you moaned, your head falling back. “This is… You’re making me feel so good.”

“Good. Relax for me,” she instructed. She brought herself back up to your face, beginning to make out with you again, while continuing to move her fingers in-and-out of you at a painfully slow pace, every-so-often brushing against your g-spot. Addison loved this; making you feel so good. It was like second nature. It was one of the best ways to unwind.

Eventually, Addison started to speed up her fingers, and your moans started to get louder and louder. She pulled back, wanting to watch how you squirmed because of her. “Addison,” you breathed. “Addi- Addison… oh my God.”

“Addie, please,” you begged. “Please, Addison, please.”

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” she encouraged. “Come on…” she muttered. She sped up a little bit more, biting her lip as she focused on making you feel good. It was a combination of seeing Addison biting her lip and her saying, “Come on, be a good girl for me,” that really sent you over the edge. You felt your whole body shake as you tried to slightly hold in your moans (the whole world didn’t need to hear you–only Addison). Your thighs practically crushed Addison’s hand as she helped you ride out your orgasm. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of you, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

She moved back to sitting next to you, and wrapped one of her arms around you, pulling you close. You rested your head on her shoulder, trying to catch your breath. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before Addison got out of the jacuzzi, and began to help you out. She cleaned you up and dried you with a towel, before leading you back to the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Addison wordlessly as she went to get you pajamas. She placed her Yale hoodie and a pair of sweatpants next to you. 

She went into the bathroom with her own pajamas, and you took that as your cue to put her clothes on. When she came back out of the bathroom, you smiled at each other. You’d never seen Addison in anything less than workplace-casual, and she looked adorable, to say the least. Her glasses only added to it–you loved her glasses. And Addison got a kick out of seeing you in her clothes. 

“How are you feeling?” she asked, standing in front of you, using one of her hands to guide your jaw, having you look up at her.

“How do you think?”

“Well, I’d hope amazing,” she said, walking to the other side of the bed, and getting under the covers. You followed her lead. You fell asleep quickly, almost as soon as the lights were off. And your dreams were filled with Addison, watching her from the observatory in the operating rooms, and watching as she looked over babies and talked to patients. When you woke, it was because Addison had ordered room service for the both of you, and she was talking to the delivery man. At first, you were confused, not even remembering having fallen asleep. But when you turned and saw Addison standing at the door with her back to you, it all made sense. She still had a little bit of bedhead, but it was adorable. 

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” she asked when she’d turned back around and saw you staring at her with a smile.

“Maybe. I don’t mind.”

“I got breakfast,” she said nervously. She climbed back onto her bed, sitting crisscrossed next to you. Of course, you always knew Addison was kind. She was always a good friend, you’d thought, but you never imagined that she was listening to every word you were saying, which became clear when she’d gotten your favorite breakfast; something you mentioned months ago. You ate together, talking about meaningless things over breakfast. She told you about what Derek had texted her last night–asking her about one of their mutual friends back in New York. She told you about the brownstone and the house in the Hamptons. She told you about their odd neighbors.  

She asked what you would tell your friends when you went home, what story you would make up. The both of you knew that there was no way you could tell your coworkers about this. Even if she just told Derek, he’d have to tell Meredith, and then word would spread throughout the entire hospital before you even went back to work. You told her, “Oh, you know. I spent the night with a gorgeous man. Tall, red hair, slender hands,” you began. “And he got me breakfast, that’ll give ‘the guy’ brownie points.”

“Wow. I get brownie points?” Addison asked, laughing to herself.

“Whoa, whoa. The mystery man I’m telling my friends about gets brownie points.”

“Of course.” Addison smiled. You left Addie’s hotel room shortly after that, making sure you avoided Mark Sloan and Chief Webber as you left. She offered to let you borrow her Yale hoodie, so you didn’t have to wear your same outfit from yesterday, but you declined. It was too risky, someone at the house would’ve noticed. You left on good terms, though, or so you thought. 

Got love-struck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick all over my bed

The days following your night with Addison went by quickly, but torturously. You didn’t talk to Addison for four days, and you were honestly starting to think that Addison was avoiding you purposefully. You’d only caught sight of her a handful of times, but from afar. She was talking to Mark or arguing with Karev. You could even see Mark trying to flirt with her a few times, which would’ve sent you off-the-rails, if you weren’t trying to keep your feelings for Addison under wraps.

You weren’t doing a good job at hiding your feelings generally, though, because as soon as you got home you’d either lay facedown on the couch or immediately make a break for your bed, slamming the door behind you. Your friends knew something was up, but tried to wait it out, at first. 

On Thursday, you heard your friends whispering outside your door, until George lightly knocked on your door before barging in anyway. “Hey…” he said cautiously, as if you were a cat about to lash out at him. He sat on the edge of your bed lightly. “You okay?” You took a deep breath, which to George, was a warning. “Right, bad question… is this about the guy from the other day?” You groaned before sitting up. 

“It’s just like, how do we sleep together and then you completely don’t speak to me for days? Not one text, George, not one! Actually, we didn’t even really sleep together, he just fingered me and that was it! I would’ve gone further, he stopped it! Isn’t that weird? I mean, I would expect a text, at least. Like, tell me what went wrong or why you don’t want me anymore!”

“Well, maybe-”

“It would be better if I had just met him at a bar or something and it was a one-night-stand, never see you again, sort of thing. But I knew this guy! For a while! I’m gonna see him around at some point, he can’t just avoid me forever!” you continued to rant, cutting George off.

“You know, guys are-”

“It’s really just so dumb. Like you wanted me and initiated the whole thing and now you won’t even speak to me? It’s like, talk to me! You know?” You stared at George for a minute, expecting him to say something. “Say something!”

“I was expecting you to cut me off, again,” he said. “This is gonna sound horrible, but I think you’re just getting in your head about it all. I do the same thing. We should know better than anyone, though, that people have lives. We go weeks without texting people back.” You stared at him for a moment. He was right, even though you hated that fact. You just wanted Addison to want you, but the fact that she was avoiding you made you feel like it was just a one-night thing for her. It wasn’t, for you. For you, you realized that your friendship with Addison had always been a disguise. You always had feelings for Addison, how could you not have? And how could you not have realized that sooner?

You kept talking to George for a while. After some time, you were sure Meredith and Izzie weren’t listening anymore. It was hard talking to George, though, because everything had to be vague. You couldn’t reveal a thing about this man, unless it was a lie. It did help, though. You started to feel more like yourself. Addison was an adult, she’d talk to you at some point, and things would be sorted out. Surely.

Love to think you’ll never forget

Handprints in wet cement

The following day, you’d finally had a reason to talk to Addison. Dr. Bailey had asked you to deliver a file to her, and even though you would’ve rather had anyone else do it, Meredith was the only person nearby. It took a while of looking, but you’d finally managed to find Addison by the nurses’ station. Unfortunately, though, she was talking to Mark. You watched, trying to hide your utter rage, as Mark was clearly flirting with her, and she wasn’t pushing him aside. You walked up to the pair of them, clearing your throat. 

“Doctor Montgomery.” She hummed when she turned, not immediately realizing it was you. “This is from Doctor Bailey,” you said, your eyes darting between her and Mark. It was hard to read Addison, but looking in her eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw her trying to hide her guilt. 

But Mark… When you turned to leave, Mark said, “Leaving already? We were just starting to have fun!”

“Stop flirting with me, Mark,” you said, walking away quickly. You found an empty closet, and sat on the floor.

Adorned with smoke on my clothes

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price, you won’t

You were starting to feel crazy, really. How could months of friendship with Addison completely fall out of touch? You hadn’t initiated things with Addison, how were you to know that your romance would end any relationship you had had with Addison? After a few more days, the whole hospital knew you were upset. It wasn’t hard to find out—people just had to look at you. When you saw Doctor Burke in passing, even he said something about it. But nobody knew why. Well, that was a lie. People thought they knew why. They thought that it was because you were having guy problems. You were not having guy problems. 

It was your turn to avoid Addison, now. There wasn’t a chance that she hadn’t heard about what was going on with you, but you hoped she knew better than to think that it was about a guy. She was smart enough to know it was about her. 

To help, your friends tried to find someone else for you. They brought you to Joe’s, (keeping you away from the dartboard, and away from the drinks, they only let you have enough to let loose) and tried to set you up with every man they found. They were cute, you supposed. Their plan really wasn’t working out. They tried for a while, though, you had to give them that. Even Cristina seemed dedicated, though you saw her complain to Meredith often. You had a good enough time, until you were leaving. Alex had showed up at some point, and he took part in trying to get you laid. But once you had decided to leave, he said, “Oh, get over it, already! Let me show you a good time.”

You honestly could not believe him. You knew he was an asshole, obviously. But he’d seen you in pain for weeks, and still said something like that. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted, turning and walking out the door before you could even see his reaction. That was new, from you. Even with Alex always being a douchebag, you’d never yelled at him. You called an Uber, and went home, blasting sad music in your headphones once you’d reached your bed. You don’t know when your friends got home, you didn’t see them until the morning. In the morning, you didn’t eat breakfast, and you barely said anything to your friends. They didn’t say much to each other, either. It was like your presence immediately ruined the mood. You yelled at Alex. Sure, you never yell, but it was Alex, you should be allowed to yell at Alex without Izzie acting like you’d kill her for speaking.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. How could going out with Addison after work one day lead to all this? This was Addison’s doing, and yet you were living your life in misery while her life stayed the same. You’d seen Addison in passing a few times, but only for work. You really didn’t even say hello. It was a week after you yelled at Alex that she paged you. 

Seeing Addison at first was fine. You were in your “work mode” and she was just Doctor Montgomery, not Addison. But when she told you to follow her, and she started to lead you to an on-call room, you started to get nervous. This wasn’t work. This was Addison. She locked the door behind you.

“Hey,” she said, clearly nervous, even for herself.

“Hey,” you said back. 

“I heard about what happened with Alex,” she grimaced. “I’m sure he deserved it.”

“When does he not?” you said, numbly. It pained Addison to see you like this. There wasn’t the slightest bit of you that was happy. She could see it in your eyes. “Is that all you heard?”

“No.”

“That’s great,” you said, as sarcastic as you could, even with how numb you felt. “Didn’t know you partake in the gossip.”

“I don’t, but people don’t shut up.”

“Right.” Addison took a step closer to you, your back against the door.

“Will you look at me, please?” you stayed looking anywhere but at Addison. You couldn’t do it. It would kill you. “You haven’t looked at me in weeks. Please, look at me.” Even with how upset you were, there was something in Addison’s voice, the genuine pleading, that you couldn’t deny. When your eyes met hers, you saw how glazed her eyes were. She wasn’t crying, but she nearly was. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” 

“Yes. I’m sorry. Of course, I’m sorry. Do you think I wanted to hurt you, really? Is that the impression I gave you?”

“Doctor Montgomery, you didn’t talk to me for weeks.”

“Doctor Montgomery? You’re calling me Doctor Montgomery?”

“Yes. I am.” You noticed Addison’s breath picking up. She took a step back, and ran a hand through her hair. You couldn’t remember a time where you’d seen her like this.

“I’m… I didn’t mean to do that,” she said. “God, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she continued, sitting on the bed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered, as if she was saying it to herself. You could see how hard it was to keep herself together. Once you realized that, you had a hard time keeping yourself together. 

“Addison…” she looked at you. “I don’t…” you began. “There’s a lot that I could say. So much that I could say. But… I just don’t want to do this anymore.” You started to slide down the door, and didn’t stop yourself. “I’m so tired, Addie. I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe. I can’t talk to people, or have people talk to me, and I’m tired of it.” You started to cry, and heard rustling before you felt Addison sitting next to you. You leaned into her. “Can we please stop this? Can we just start over? As friends, or… whatever you want. I just need this to be over.”

“Let me take you to the prom,” Addison said. 

“What?” you said. Surely, she did not say “the prom.”

“Didn’t you hear? Richard’s having a prom. Tomorrow.”

“Oh. No, I didn’t hear. Haven’t really been listening to people, recently.”

“Right…” 

“I’ll go with you,” you said. 

“Really?” Addison asked, a little over-excited, her voice higher than usual.

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your face. 

“I’ll pick you up at eight?” she suggested. 

“Sounds good, Addie.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing, saying she had to go. You scooted over, letting her leave. You sat in the on-call room for a while, smiling to yourself. You figured that for the time being, you’d just tell everyone that the guy finally called, and you worked things out.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a “slut”

You know, it might be worth it for once

You had been ready half an hour early, pacing your room, making sure you looked okay. You decided on a baby pink gown (yes, Addison’s favorite color, on purpose) that tied up the back and had a slit. You hadn’t seen Izzie or Meredith yet, since they were busy getting themselves ready, but you had seen George, and he seemed stunned. He said that you looked great, and he would be surprised if you didn’t have men all-over you the entire night.

At 7:55, you were still pacing your room, but with your heels on, now. You heard the doorbell ring at exactly eight. And heard Izzie and George run to the door, you cursed yourself for not being down there already. 

“Doctor Montgomery!” You heard your friends say at the same time. 

“Nice see you, Doctor Stevens, O’Malley. I’m here for Y/N.”

You came down the stairs just in time to see their faces. They didn’t say anything though, just ran further into the house, probably to try to connect the dots. You left with Addison without a word. 

“I got you a corsage,” Addison said, while you were on the porch.

“You did? I didn’t even think about that, I’m sorry.”

“I invited you, thought it would be nice,” she said, sliding the corsage on your wrist. It was red, matching her dress. She looked beautiful. You could’ve stared at her for the whole night, instead of even going to the prom. When you arrived at the prom, you mingled around for a while, trying the punch and doing the photo booth that the hospital had somehow acquired. In one of the pictures, Addison kissed your cheek. You tucked the photostrips into your purse, making a note to give Addison her’s later.

Although you were trying to focus on Addison, and not the people around you, you noticed that it seemed like people hadn’t caught on, yet. People glanced at you occasionally, but it seemed as though that was because you were no longer moody. You and Addison talked about your high school prom experiences. She told you about how she was a band geek, and you told her about how you had a lot of friends. “You were a popular girl?” she questioned, humored.

“I wasn’t a popular girl, I just had a lot of friends!”

“You were a popular girl. That makes so much sense.”

“It’s like social situations come so easy to you. You’re perfect at them. It’s like you always know what to say. You’re so good with patients and their families.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the compliment whole-heartedly. “I was not a popular girl.” 

“Mhm.” Addison smiled at you. The DJ started to play something slow. “Dance with me?” You took Addison’s hand, and she led you towards the dance floor. You stayed near the edge, trying to keep yourself out of the spotlight, but you could tell people were looking anyway. You saw Izzie and George in your periphery, and even Derek and Meredith had stopped dancing to look at you, jaws dropped. You saw Alex looking on from afar, a soft smile on his face. He’d gotten over you yelling at him, and understood the line he crossed (he wasn’t going to apologize). You loved dancing with Addison. Neither of you were dancers, by any means, but it was nice to have her hands on you, especially after being away from her for so long.

When the song was over, she led you away from the prom, and you found an empty room. “I didn’t want people staring at us anymore,” she said. You took steps towards her as she spoke. 

“Yeah,” you said, staring at her lips.

“You look beautiful,” Addison said, looking you up and down.

“So do you, Addie.” You took another step towards her, your voice lower than usual.

“You like the red? I wasn’t sure about it.” As soon as she finished her sentence, you pulled her close to you, pressing your lips onto hers. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t soft. You couldn’t help it anymore. She looked hot, and it was making you feel hot. Addison was a little taken aback at first, but quickly began to reciprocate your kisses. Your hands found her hips, and she whimpered into your mouth. Addie turned the two of you around, pressing you against the examination table, and telling you to jump between kisses. You jumped onto the table, Addison hiking up your dress and standing between your legs. She pulled on the strings to the back of your dress, letting you slightly loose. Addison’s hand gently found its way to your core, lightly rubbing against it. She was giving you the friction you desperately needed. You were ready to let Addison do whatever she wanted to you, until you heard the door open. 

You stopped kissing quickly, turning your heads to see Derek. He was standing with his mouth agape. Clearly, not expecting what he saw. Who’s to blame him? Seeing your ex-wife kissing your girlfriend’s roommate had to be shocking. “Derek, you’re gonna start drooling,” Addison said, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry,” he said. “Sorry.” He left quickly, shutting the door behind him. You could see him stand outside of the room for a moment though, surely short-circuiting. When you looked back at Addison, you knew the two of you had to get out of there. She looked hot, too hot, but she also  looked like she had just been making out. You must’ve looked like that too. As you left, you started to lose the worry of judgment. Who cares if you’re with Addison? What does it matter if anyone cares, if you had Addie?

The short ride back to your house was fairly silent, but comfortable. 

And if I’m gonna be drunk

I might as well be drunk in love

When you got back to the house, you and Addison shared a glass of wine before heading to your room. 

“I need you to know that I wasn’t trying to avoid you.”

“I know.”

“But… I need you to really know that. I mean it. I’ve never done this before,” Addison began. “I really want this, though. I really want you. You’ve been my best friend, but I can’t look at you and not think about how perfect you are, and how I just want to make you happy.”

“Okay,” you said.

“You get it?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“So, we’re starting over?” Addison asked.

“Yeah, we can start over,” you confirmed.

“Okay. I’ll be better this time.”

“I know, Addie.”

“Can I spend the night?” You smiled at the thought.

“If you want to? Derek is probably gonna be around. These walls are kinda thin.” you warned. It would surely be weird for Addison to hear her ex-husband getting it on with another woman.

“That’s okay. Thin walls go both ways,” Addison said, smirking. Of course, she’d be up to something. “Do you wanna shower?” 

“We are not doing it in the shower. I’m too clumsy.”

“Oh, I know.”

“So, you wanna have a PG-13 shower with me?”

“I am actually interested in you for more than sex. Yes, I would love to shower with you.”

The two of you exited the bathroom just in time to see Derek and Meredith walking to her room. You stood in shock for a moment, but laughed it off. As soon as you and Addison reached your room, she shut the door behind you, locking it, and immediately dropped her towel, pressing her face to yours. You slid your hands along her sides before dropping your own towel. Addison pulled away from you, commanding you to, “get on the bed.” You did as she said, and felt your face heat up when she ended up on top of you, kissing you for a few moments before her mouth found its way to your neck. You couldn’t help your moans, but tried to keep them quiet. Addison laughed to herself.

“Something funny?”

“Just love seeing how I make you feel, babe,” Addison said, causing your legs to tense. She began to kiss down your chest, to your stomach, and to your upper thighs. When she pressed the first kiss to your thigh, you twitched. God, Addison was gonna be the death of you. Addison pressed soft kisses back up your thighs, finding herself at your core. She licked a long stripe up your folds slowly. You moaned loudly. You did not expect this tonight.

“Addie, oh my God,” you whined as she started to pick up her pace, getting more comfortable with her movements. Your legs started to tremble, and you knew it was only a matter of minutes before Addison sent you over the edge. “Addison… Addie, you’re so good at that. Just like that.” Addison continued her pursuit, exactly how you wanted it. “Oh, please don’t stop. Please, Addie, please, don’t stop… Oh my God!” With a few more seconds, your thighs tightened around Addison’s head. Your whole body trembled, and while working you through your orgasm, Addison watched you.

“That was so hot, baby,” she said, clearly turned on. 

After taking a moment to breathe, you said, “Addison, please lay down.” She did as you asked, and you began to press kisses to her neck. “I’m giving you a hickey. Payback.” She moaned quietly in response. You’d only given her a small hickey, she could cover it easily, if she wanted to. Post-hickey, you worked your way down to her chest, lightly sucking on her breast. Addison’s moans became more frequent, and it was music to your ears. You would give anything to hear that for the rest of your life. While your mouth was busy with Addison’s chest, one of your hands found its way between her legs. You began by slowly rubbing her clit, gaining a fairly loud moan out of Addie, and then pressing a finger of yours inside her once she seemed prepared. You pulled back from her chest in that moment, wanting to see her reaction.

She threw her head back, closing her eyes, and moaning constantly as you slowly moved your finger in and out of her. “Look at me, Addie.” She opened her eyes lightly, heavy with desire. ‘So pretty, Addison. You’re so perfect for me.” You slid another finger in her, which was easy considering how wet she’d become. 

“Y/N,” she moaned. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop,” she said. A few moments later, and she was coming undone on your hand. You were honored. How could you not be, having brought this much pleasure to such a perfect woman. She shook intensely. Her chest rising and falling quickly, as she tried to catch her breath. “That was…” she trailed off. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m not done with you, though. Lay down.”

You two laid down for a few moments, as Addison tried to regain her composure. Once she did, she was practically full energy as her hands found their way to your core. “Addie…” you moaned quietly.

“Yes, baby?” she asked, as she slid two fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck. I’m not gonna last, Addie.”

“I know,” she replied, a smirk on her face as she worked her fingers in and out of you. She began to move her fingers inside you quickly, pressing against your g-spot over-and-over. She had you exactly how she wanted you to in mere seconds. 

“Addison,” you warned between heavy breaths. “Addison, please. Addie… Addie, I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me,” her words sent you over the edge for the second time that night. When Addison pulled her fingers out of you, she laid next to you, the both of you tired out for the night. She wiped her fingers on a tissue, before helping you under the covers.

“Did you plan on that happening?” you asked her. At the beginning of the night, you hadn’t even considered having sex with Addison.

“Not really, but it is prom night, after all,” she said, pulling you into her arms. “Get some rest, sweetheart,” Addison said. She was warm, and being in her arms felt amazing. Your mind wanted to go a hundred miles a minute, thinking about everything that just happened. You told yourself you would think about it tomorrow, whenever you weren’t busy answering the questions from your friends. Sleep came first. Especially if Addison told you so.

[leahswife]

two things can be true at once

summary: the aftermath of your nights with jenni. part three of "where do we stand".

prequel, part one, part two, part three

you were speechless.

here she was, aitana, standing right in front of you, looking like she had rushed here first thing in the morning while a naked jenni was hiding in your closet.

"listen, i just want to talk, okay? i know you said i shouldn't approach you until i figured my shit out but i have. that's why i'm here." she looked slightly scared you might push her away but apart from how she looked every other time you were together, there seemed to be confidence bubbling within her now.

when you didn't answer because you were too lost in your thoughts and quite frankly, still very much in shock, she continued, "can i come in?" she asked. innocently. absolutely and irrefutably unaware of the vulgarity that had happened in that room the night before. there were still traces of it behind, jenni's clothes scattered on the floor and both of your underwear somewhere in the room.

you cleared your throat, heart pounding in your chest at the mess you found yourself in and you couldn't quite look aitana in the eye. "um, listen. my room is a mess right now, can we meet downstairs? i promise we'll talk." she gave you a smile, relieved you were open to hear her and nodded, "i'll be downstairs. at breakfast, sí?" 

you nodded in agreement and watched her walk towards the elevator before you closed the door and let out a deep breath.

fuck.

you looked over at the closet jenni was still in and walked over to it, opening it to see a naked jenni with crossed arms. 

"i don't appreciate you keeping me waiting."

"jenni, get dressed and leave."

"what? so all it takes is for aitana to show up and now you're throwing me away like garbage?" she got out of the closet, with a frown on her face directed at you.

"what? no." you fumbled with your words, "what are you talking about? i just– we're just gonna talk. and i didn't know you meant to stay?" you continued as she walked past you and started getting dressed in a haste.

she ignored you as she kept getting dressed, which just left you more confused and more nervous than you already were, "jennifer, can you answer me?" you begged. 

she finally looked up and walked over to you while putting her hair up in a bun, "you're right. i didn't. you were just a fuck." she said coldly, very different from the way she had treated you the day before. you don't know why but that felt like a stab in the stomach. "why are you talking like that?" you asked quietly, like a kid too afraid to leave their corner and face the inevitable consequences of their foolishness.

she chuckled with no emotion behind it, "that's what this was, right?" you felt yourself shrink under her fierce gaze. you thought that's what this was but after the two times you were together, you couldn't deny there was something more. 

–

the first time, although she claimed to have wanted to do bad things to you, she had been so gentle, always asking if it was okay to do something different, exploring your body, always listening to your sounds of approval and what you enjoyed better and what not, learning how to move with you before she got rougher.

the second time was more free, with laughter and banter in between kisses and gasps as she fucked you hard and mercilessly into the bed. and after she would lay kisses all over your body and clean you and get you water, making sure you were comfortable. you would just lay back with a smile and tease her about how you didn't know she was such a softie. 

"solo contigo." she would whisper before kissing you softly. soon, sighs and moans of pleasure would fill the room as you went back to touching each other, this time slowly and gently. 

the night ended with you both cuddling to each other for warmth, you tracing her tattoos and asking each other about past relationships. "so, is it really true you dated alexia?" you felt her chest bounce up and down with laughter and you couldn't help to let out a giggle yourself. "wow, you've been dying to ask that question, haven't you?" you looked up at her from the place you were laying on her chest and saw her amused smile, eyes glinting with something you couldn't quite decipher. 

you propped yourself on your elbow and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her answer. she squinted her eyes at you, "porque quieres saber?" you shrugged, "because i want to know if alexia really stooped that low." you laughed at her opening her mouth in fake shock, "i'm kidding, i'm kidding." you kissed her cheek when you felt her fingers prod at your sides, tickling you. "jenni, broma, broma!" you fell back onto the bed, trying to get her hands off of you. 

she finally backed off and stood on her elbow to look down at you, "did you ever date aitana?" you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "no, why do you ask?"

she shrugged, "i just think there is something between you two."

"we are nothing." you claimed but jenni gave you a knowing look. you huffed in frustration and told her everything that had happened between you two.

"sounds messy. so if she had confessed to you that night, you never would've showed up at my door?"

"no, i wouldn't have." you answered simply and honestly.

she nodded and traced her finger around your stomach, "what if she confessed now?" she asked quietly, eyes meeting yours. again, your hearts starts beating unusually fast, something that shouldn't happen in any situation with jenni but lately it has. truth was, you didn't have an answer for her right now. you've wanted aitana for so long but with her indecisiveness and pulling away had thrown you off. plus jenni came into the scene and you started exploring something that was just supposed to be fun, but laying in this bed with her, having a serious conversation after having been touched with so much care didn't feel like just fun anymore. still, how could you entertain such a thought? jenni lived in mexico, you lived in barcelona. even at national camp, you wouldn't cross each other's paths. so how could you ever work?

you shrugged and stretched, trying to seem nonchalant, "i'd ask her for a threesome with you." you joked, not wanting to ruin the mood and grabbed her hand to intertwine your fingers. she chuckled, although it didn't quite reach her eyes. you noticed this little change and rolled over on top of her, locking her hands above her head, "can we not talk about aitana? you don't see me bringing up your situationships." "hm, cute you think i do those." you tilt your head at her in confusion. she didn't? then what were you? your thoughts are cut off as she sits up and kisses you softly. you immediately melt against her mouth and let go of her wrists to wrap your arms around her neck, kissing her back. 

–

"was that all i was to you?" your voice couldn't get any smaller if it tried to, disbelief and disappointment all over your face. jenni clenched her jaw and looked away. 

"don't take it personally, princesa." she said finally before walking past you and out the door, leaving you dumbfounded.

–

after having showered and getting ready, you tried your best to not fall apart at the emotions and anxiety going through you and went downstairs to the cafeteria where you saw aitana talking to keira and lucy. you walked up behind them and tugged on aitana's hair slightly, making her turn towards you.

"you wanted to talk?" 

her face lightened up at seeing you and she nodded, "sí."

"do you mind if we get a table here? i'm just really hungry and don't feel like really leaving the hotel today." you suggested quietly to her after she stood up. she looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, "pero estás bien?" you felt your throat start to close up so you just nodded and started your way to one of the free tables away from the other girls.

after you got breakfast, you sat down in front of aitana and silently slid her a plate of what you knew she liked first thing in the morning. even though she had already eaten, she thought the gesture was so sweet, she smiled and accepted the plate with a thank you.

after a few minutes of eating in silence she cleared her throat and you looked up at her, "i want to be straight with you." she started. you put down your fork and nodded at her to keep going, "i know how unfair i have been to you these last few months. how i didn't give you any certainty of what we were, of what i wanted, of how i have been pushing you away lately. i have been stupid." you chuckled at her choice of words which made her giggle a little before turning serious again.

"i thought– i didn't know how to describe what i was feeling. i only had felt this way towards boys when i was younger and even then, i wouldn't let it get as deep as it got with you. i just was always too focused on something else, studies, football, whatever. and i have been the busiest as i have ever been in my career and i thought that letting someone in that way would stray me away or distract me and–"

"aita, breathe."

"right, sorry. " she took a break to take a breath in and then continued, "and the truth is, i felt distracted. all i wanted was to be around you and have more of what you would give me and then i realized that i was excited for something else other than just football. and i got scared. i got scared i wouldn't perform as well because i didn't want to spend all of my evenings studying matches, or talk about it all the time. but then, when i didn't have any of you, it just made me miserable and that distracted me too and these weeks i've been sad and tired and playing has just got harder."

you took a good look at her and noticed the bags under her eyes that you had just assumed was because of her crazy schedule, "what i realized now is that you were a breath of fresh air, and i'm better when i am with you. you excite me and you make me want to know more about myself, and work on myself and be better and again, i was just stupid." she put both hands over her eyes and let out a sigh, "keira calls me a baby gay."

you almost choked on your juice for that, "tana, that's–" you let out a giggle, "yeah, that's about right."

"don't laugh!" she whined and you gave her a teasing smile, "let me finish." you put your hands in the air and nodded at her. "i have feelings for you and i'm not scared of them anymore." your breath hitched and your heart could really help you in this moment and beat normally for a second. this was all you wanted to hear in the last few months but now you felt trapped. how the tables have fucking turned. 

"aitana, you don't know how much i have wanted you to say that." you started and took a deep breath, "but i never knew if i would ever get that from you. and for months, i waited and waited, until i didn't anymore." you looked at her and saw her deflate in her seat, like a kicked puppy. "i'm not with anyone but it wouldn't be fair to you or me if i just ran into your arms." you said, soft and gentle.

she nodded, "i know you don't owe me anything. and of course you're free and i understand if someone has your attention too. but if you're ever ready, i'd like to.. eh.. what's the english word? court you?" she struggled and once again you couldn't help the giggle that came out of your mouth. "we're so formal now, miss bonmatí." she swatted at your shoulder as you giggled. "aita aita, i got it. i'm open to that but right now i think i just need some time for myself, okay?"

she nodded, "but can we be friends again please? because i really miss you and i promise you this time i won't kiss you unless you're ready or want to or-"

"aitanita, do you ever know how to speak in small sentences?" you teased, "but yes, we can be friends. i've missed you too." she beamed at that and scooched over the seats to hug you. you held her close and kissed the top of her head.

"but now i wanna hear all about how i was your gay awakening." you yelped as you felt her hand punch your side.

[abbyslvrrr]

Fade into you.

Boxer!sevika x topside!reader

a/n - I really hope you all enjoy this fic! English is also not my first language so I’m very sorry for any mistakes! Anyway I love sevika so much I want her so bad.

Wc: 1258

It was just another day for you, you had just finished up classes and were on your way home from college. Being a nursing student was definitely not easy. You got home and greeted your mother and fed your cats, ladybug, and Leo. You head up to your room and set your stuff up so you can start studying and doing assignments when you get a message from your friend Sam.

Sam <3: be ready at 8pm tonight, we're going out with the others. Wear something cute ;).

You wanted to decline the offer, but you knew how stubborn Sam was, so you just sighed and agreed. You study for the next couple of hours before you decide to get ready to go. You really had no clue as to where you guys were going, you just hoped it wasn't anywhere dangerous. Walking to your vanity, you start applying your makeup, deciding to go for a natural look. After all that, you decide to put on some flare jeans and a black tank top, deciding to just leave your hair as it is. After getting ready, you get a text from Sam letting you know that she and the others are here. You weren't really close with Sam's other friends, but it was fine. You sneak out of your bedroom and walk over to the meet-up spot. You spot Sam and run over to her.

“Hey Sam! Where are we going exactly?” You were curious. Sam was never the kind of person to tell you where you were going until the last second. Her answer surprised you.

“We miss goody two shoes are going to zaun aka the under city to watch an underground fight!” Sam said very enthusiastically. You gave Sam a look that said ‘what the fuck?’ but she just ignored it before dragging you and the others down with her. Was this really a good idea? Probably not, but you don't want to look like a loser in front of everyone or Sam, so you didn't say anything. After a little bit, you guys arrive in the undercity. Everything was different here. The people, the buildings, the atmosphere, everything. Staying close to Sam while she's taking you to your destination.

“Sam, is this safe at all?” “Oh absolutely not. We're here though!”

Looking at your surroundings, you notice how there is a boxing ring dead in the center. Did she just take you to see an illegal boxing ring? You notice that there's a bar and dance floor off to the left. God, could this night get crazier? Taking hold of your arm, she takes you guys closer to the boxing ring. People started piling in and crowding around you all, you saw people placing bets and getting drinks. Maybe you should have declined Sam's offer.

You can't hold that though for long before the announcer starts hyping the crowd up. You see one big man enter the ring, but you don't even focus on him because you see a woman enter the ring and shake off her dark magenta-coloured robe. She must've been 6’3 at least, her short brown hair tied up in a bun. Her muscular body looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves, her scars made her look intimidating, but in a perfect way. The announcer introduces the man to the crowd, but you don't care, being too focused on the big muscular woman standing in the ring, finally he calls her name.

“AND TO MY LEFT IS THE ONE AND ONLY SEVIKA FROM THE UNDERCITY!!!”. After that, the crowd went absolutely insane. She must be very popular here then. He then tells them it's time to fight. Before the man can get any hits on Sevika, he gets knocked out. 45 seconds, 45 fucking seconds.

The crowd goes absolutely crazy, crazier than before. The announcer announces her as the winner and after that some people leave, some stay and go to the bar. You let Sam know that you are going to the bathroom and that you'll be back soon. You were so unfamiliar with this place, so you kinda assumed where the bathroom was. You find a red door and a similar one beside it, so you assume these are the bathrooms. You push the door open, now seeing Sevika was not on your list for tonight. There she was in her shorts and tank top, her hair now down a cigarette in her mouth. She's looking you up and down, yep, and that is how you get beat up and die!

“I'm so sorry I thought this was the bathroom! I'll leave right away!” she had to understand, right? It was just a mistake, yeah, an honest mistake.

“Relax dove, you look like you're about to pass out or something.” What? Did you just freak out for no reason at all? She's just chilling with this? Feeling relieved, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. Sevika just continued to look at you, she couldn't lie seeing you in that crowd made her feel a sort of protectiveness for you. It was weird because everyone knew that Sevika never had relationships, she was a person who fucks and leaves. Sevika knew you and your buddies were not from around here, she'd never seen you before. Your friends have come here before on multiple occasions. It almost made her mad to see you here. You shouldn't be here.

“Name’s Sevika. You probably know that though, Dove. What's your name?” Oh, she wanted to know who you were.

“My name is Y/n. Yeah, I saw you knock that guy out in 45 seconds! That's actually insane.” she lets out a little chuckle and getting up, she walks over to her. She noticed the confused look in her eyes. She really shouldn't feel this way towards you. Why does she feel like she wants to know absolutely everything about you? How your days are spent or how you like your coffee. God. She needs to snap out of it. Love means weakness, Something Sevika can't have. She's only ever known violence in her life and she's never really questioned it. You felt her lean down a bit. She tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I should go now, Sevika, my friends are probably waiting for me.” you fidget with your fingers, feeling a little nervous under her eyes. She backs up after a bit, giving you space. You really wanted to see her again, not wanting this to be the last time you two met.

“Come see me next week, Dove, I'm up again.” you nod and leave her room. God, what did you just get yourself into? Is this finally your way of rebelling against everyone in your life? Why did you feel this way towards Sevika? She's from the undercity, and she's a fighter, and you were the complete opposite. It'll pass. I mean it has, so you can't fall for someone who's from the undercity, can you?

You spot Sam and the others and practically beg for her to take you home. You felt tired and a bit overstimulated. you got to your house, and climbed the tree that's by your window and sneaked into your room. If your parents ever found out you were out this late they'd probably ground you for life. You hop into your bedroom and change your clothes before hopping into bed. The last thing on your mind before you drift off is sevika.

[upslapmeal]

Notes from the Taskmaster 16x10 recording

The last two episode recordings I went to, I meant to make comprehensive notes when I got home afterwards that I would be able to look back at and post when the episode aired. I did not, in fact, end up doing that. So this time I was determined to have lots of notes, and made them on the go in the breaks in recording. However. They were made in a rush and I never went back through them to pad them out (you'd really think I would have learned by now). So instead of just having to rely on my memory, I ended up with an almost coded list of words and phrases that it's taken me pretty much 2 weeks to sit down and decipher lol. So with that said:

the pre-episode Greg-Alex entertainment was Greg getting Alex to sing a song about a recent news story to the tune of a song suggested by the audience - in this case it was Trump's lawsuit (the one in May 2023 since there are...a few) to the tune of Wuthering Heights

Alex really went for the whole live thing, and was constantly referring to it throughout the episode

when the contestants came onstage, I obviously first saw Sam in his bright colours and blond hair

we were right on the back balcony and my first impression from that distance was that he kinda looked like Jamie Laing lol

Greg made a passing comment about how he's been dressing in grey but I was completely taken by surprise when the vt rolled and he looked completely different!

I had assumed he'd actually buzzed his hair and didn't realise it was a wig until the ep aired

Sue made comments throughout the episode about how Sam looked like Dahmer

Lucy's prize task story, unsurprisingly, went on for ages and included a whole story about the holiday they went on that I tragically cannot remember

I was so glad they didn't cut 'untaffled' because I looked through my notes before again before watching the episode and couldn't for the life of me remember what she'd said

Greg's said that his immediate response to naked Alex in the prize task was that he was 'smooth like an eel'

After Julian's prize task there was a discussion about how people wanted to be buried, and at one point (I wish I could remember the conversation leading up to this) either Greg or Alex said they would be buried 'together forever in the Victoria monument'

There was a whole long debate about whether Sam intended to use nature as part of his doughnut task, and whether the bird toppling Ms Doughnut to her death should be counted

Greg told Sam to 'convince me to give you 3 points'

Sam went on talking about how amazing nature is and how we're all connected and at one point said 'consider the statistics.....3000' (I'm 99% sure this is what he said and I didn't just forget the rest of the quote)

Julian's exercise name was absolutely not a one-off, to the point they started running a 'cunt count' for the episode

Sue talked about how she had recently had an ADHD diagnosis, and that she kept viewing tasks holistically rather than paying attention to the details. This was specifically in relation to the exercise where she just did the same thing 4 times

I'm not sure if we saw the full extended version of Hotel Taskmaster, but we definitely saw a cut that included more than the aired version (though tbh I think they do that for most tasks and I just noticed this one bc we got the extended version)

We got an 'I put it to you' from Greg that Alex-as-Qrs looked genuinely cool

Lucy described Alex as having 'tight metallic buns' which Greg later referred to as his 'robot arse'

I cannot stress how much of a breakdown Susan had in the studio about the forks and marbles - you get a glimpse in the episode but that was nothing!

Susan also took AGES to do her throw in the live task - she kept on being about to throw before being interrupted, or saying her arms were too short, or that she needed a wee, or having a fit of giggles, and the longer it went the worse it got lol

Greg and Alex also had a go at it, and Sue wanted another go without the pressure. Greg and Sue got the ball in but Alex didn't

Don't ask me to remember the context, but at one point during the record, Greg told a story about someone he knew (whose name he said he would tell the others backstage) who would have sex in a cow mask and would demand 'LOOK AT ME!!!'. Anyway that was referred back to a few times in the ep

When Sam was given the trophy he just stood near-motionless with it for what felt like ages before we got to the hugs and everything

And now we enter the magical world of ~what on earth was this note referring to~ where I just hope someone else who was there (@politicalprocrastinator how's your memory?) sees this and can fill me in on what I've forgotten:

At some point around the prize / first task I wrote 'correct dog guess'. Whose dog? What was being guessed? Absolutely no idea

At some point there was a joke about the 'former Prime Minister', I think the idea being that by the time the episode aired we'd inevitably have a new PM? but I honestly can't remember

Someone called someone else submissive in a way notable enough for me to have written 'submissive' as a one-word bullet point, but not notable enough for me to actually remember

And now three bullet points which I will present in their original form:

Birthday

Bum hole in back

Get in bath

[szasfuckingwife]

PROJECT X

EREN YEAGER X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: Drug use, Alcohol use, Eren being a cocky bastard

A/N: literally watched the project x movie for the first time recently and it was fucking crazy. I’d love to go to a party like that, as long as it’s not my house.

“Come on [Y/N]! It’s gonna be huge and everyone’s going!”, your friend pleads through your phone. If you imagine hard enough, you can see her furrowed brows and her crossed fingers.

A stupid high school soirée is the last thing you want to go to. A house full of sweaty boys and bimbo girls. Drug getting passed around like candy whilst alcohol becomes a pool that suddenly everyone wants to dive in. You’re no moralist, and you have been to your fair share of house parties but when you hear it’s at Eren Yeagers house, all desires to go suddenly disappear.

An aggressive scoff leaves your lips, “Lana, I’m not fucking going, he’s gonna be there all cocky and shit.”

“Oh you’re just scared you’re gonna see your ex grinding on some girl. You’re failing to see that it’s the perfect opportunity to show him what you’re missing.”

As much as you hate to admit it, your best friend might just be exactly right. Why does Eren get to have all the fun whilst you lay behind the doors of your bedroom?

“Fine…Tomorrow you said?”

After a few empty promises, your mother finally decides to grant you permission to go to a ‘gathering’ with some of your friends.

Little does she know the sight that is before you is much more of a gathering than she ever dreamt of.

Disregarding the state in which Erens front yard was left, you see the party you feared except ten times worse. A pool full of skinny dipping teens, college guys handing out drinks that you can’t even spell and the great boom of the DJs speaker that you swore shook the whole house.

“Fuck, I should’ve stayed home.” You shout in your best friends ear, the crease in her brow showing you she didn’t hear a word you said.

If was up to you, you wouldn’t have filled your red cup this full but, of course, a frat boy poured your drink for you. And if it wasn’t for that, you wouldn’t have seen yourself in this situation.

The repetitive bass of music combined with the shoving if the crowned had you spill your drink over some really tall guy.

Like, really tall.

“Ayo, what the fuck?!” He exclaimed, turning around to see you, wide eyed. “Watch where you’re fucking goin!”

Your mouth falls open as you try come up with something, anything. “I’m so sorry, I-it was an accident..”, the look on his face being the cause of your stammer

He looks at you, sternly and with more anger, “Always you high school girls, dumb and ditzy.”

Again, your mouth falls open but for a different reason. You didn’t even want to come here and when you do arrive, first thing you’re hit with is a ballsy remark by a fucking frat boy?

“I said it was a fucking accident, what more do you want me to say-” “I just got this shirt today too!”

The guy was pissing you off, tall with no brains and an absolute dickhead.

“Matt!”, an eerily too familar voice yelled. “Chill the fuck out…”

His chestnut brown locks are slicked back into his infamous man bun, tattoos leaking from his tight fitted tee, a lit blunt in between his fingers. You don’t even need to be facing him to know that he’s probably biting the inside of his cheek.

When you turn around, you see your ex : Eren Yeager. His olive eyes stare into yours softly, before he narrows his eyes towards the man behind you. “It was an accident she said, give my girl a break.”

You look up at him when he puts his arm over your shoulder, reeling you into his warm embrace. Matt looks at the both of you, rolls his eyes and decides to continue with his stupid dance.

When he leaves, Eren finally gets a good look at you. He’s almost proud you chose to finally wear that short cargo skirt that flaunted the curve of your ass. He remembers buying you it about two months ago and he also remembers you being scared to wear it because you didn’t want him to think you were seeking other peoples attention.

Yet here you are.

Short beige skirt and a well cropped tee.

“Y’know, if I was really your ‘girl’, you’d tell him to leave. But of course you didn’t.” Your words pulled him out of his shortlived trance. “Always the people pleaser. You know I know that better than anyone.”

He chuckles, “I missed you too, [Y/N]. You look good, that’s the skirt I bought you.”

That’s why I wore it, to piss you off is what you wanted to say, but you know better than to boost his already inflated ego. “Surprised your mom let you host another party, considering what happened last time.”

He smirks at the way you completely ignore his compliment and laughs it off. “She doesn’t know.”

“She doesn’t know?” You ask, feeling nothing but anger towards him because Carla has been nothing but sweet to you and doesn’t deserve the mess that her son will inevitably leave.

“Relax…She’s out of town on a business trip and will be back on Monday. The house will be spotless by then.”

As you look around, you wonder how Eren will clean the whole house in the mere two days before his mom arrives. I mean, three condoms lying on the patio isn’t exactly something you can miss.

“You should come over when she comes back.”, Eren suggested, looking into your eyes deeply. “She misses you too, y’know.”

“Can’t. I have plans on Monday.” You reply.

He groans, “That’s why you have six other days of the week, [Y/N].”

Just as you were rolling your eyes, you felt a hand grip tightly on your arm.

“Oh my God, [Y/N]!”, Sasha almost tackles you to the ground as she wraps her arms around you. “I haven’t seen you in like…forever.”

It was rocket science that you were avoiding Eren’s close friends after the break up. But you still can’t get over the fact that they were truly great friends and fun to be around.

One by one, most of his friends greet you. Sasha, Connie, Armin, Jean and Mikasa all cheese at you whilst completely ignoring Eren.

The beer pong, skinny dipping and overall, dancing had worn you out. You along with Lana followed Sasha and Mikasa. If it weren’t for Sasha’s mention of weed, you’re pretty sure you’d be home by now.

When you walk through the door, your met with that putrid smell of weed. Whilst marijuana never bothered you itself, the smell was something else.

Jean is sat with Connie, rolling some blunts whilst Reiner, Armin and Pieck are opposite them, talking about whatever.

However, the absence of weed on the table caught you off guard.

“So…where’s the weed?”, You ask.

“‘Scuse me, sweetheart.” Eren. Again.

He walks past you carrying a small bag of weed and dumps it on the table. You mentally slap yourself; of course he’d be here.

After a little chit chat, a joint gets passed between all of you in a circle.

“Fuck sake, Connie!” Jean groaned loudly as he slapped his friend on the back of his head. “Stop fuckin hogging it!”

Eren scowls when he sees you giggling at Jean. She’s just tryna make me jealous.

“We should play Paranoia.” Sasha jumps in her seat.

“The fuck is that?”

“Basically, I pick someone, for example, Connie, and whisper a question in his earlike ‘who has the stinkiest dick?’” She gets interrupted by laughter. “And lets say, he picks Armin-”

“Why me?!” Armin shoots back, laughing in between his words.

“So then, Armin and Connie do a little game of rock paper scissors and if Armin wins, Connie has to tell him what the question was. If Armin loses, only me and Connie know the question and Armin is left Paranoid.”

Eren lets out an ‘ohhh!’ as he finally understands the name of the game.

After a few more whispers, some slaps and a lot of laughing, your friend Lana decides to pick you for a question.

“Oh God…”

A giggle leaves her lips as she covers her mouth and goes to whisper in your ear.

“Who would you fuck in this room?”

Fuck.

You wish your friend had asked you a question like ‘Who’s the prettiest?’ or ‘who’s the least funny?’ but obviously, You would have to answer her crazy ass question.

Eren eyes you when he sees you shaking your head and laughing whilst hitting Lana. All that was left in his head was that he doesn’t matter what the question is, you better pick him. He can take an insult, he does everyday. But if It’s something risqué, all answers should be him.

He knew it. And you surely knew it.

“Uhm…I pick…Connie…..” Lie.

Lana quickly smacked your arm, giving you the ‘you know damn well’ look. You chuckle as you fix your hands to do a rock paper scissors with Connie.

He chuckles when he sees your fingers trembling, “You’re high as shit, focus!” He grabs your hands tightly, smirking as he does so.

And, as if every single God you’ve read about was against you, you lose the stupid little game.

“Ooh, [Y/N], spill! What was the question?” Pieck asks, her already tired eyes hanging low due to the weed.

“I’m not fucking saying a thing.” You giggle and cover your friends mouth, forcing that she shouldn’t say anything either.

The room erupts, everyone yells in frustration. You hear the desperate pleads of Sasha and the chaotic tantrum Connie throws.

However, in the corner of your eye, you see Eren, sitting on his navy bean bag, probably lean in his cup, and a stoic look on his face.

“Say the question, Lana.” Mikasa sighs.

Even with your puppy eyes, Lana ignores you. “Alright! The question was…who would [Y/N] fuck in this room?”

All of a sudden, the males in the room released a crazed cackle. You swore you saw tears coming out of Reiners eyes.

Despite that, Eren did nothing but simply roll his eyes. At least he knew you were lying.

Since Connie was picked, it was now his turn to ask a question and much to your dismay, he picked your ex.

Even with all the noise in the room, and the continuous boom and shrieks of the party outside, you try to zero in on Connie’s whisper. Trying to picture ever word he’s saying by the movement of his mouth.

Unfortunately, you came up with nothing.

“Girl or guy?” Eren asked looking at Connie, to which he replied ‘anyone’.

He knew who he was going to pick. Of course he did, you’ve pissed him off enough with that fake ass answer. So now it was his turn.

“Easy, [Y/N].”

Dick.

With a groan, you rock paper scissor him and much to your dissapointment, Eren won.

“Fuck sake, I wanted to know the question.” Jean huffed. But just then, you saw Connie whisper something in Jeans ear and you didn’t miss the way Jean shook his head at Eren with a smirk on his lips.

“Wait, no!” Lana interrupted. “Why are you lookin at him like that?”

Jean looked at Lana with a smirk, “Like what, babe?”

Lana quickly shot him a scowl as she continued, “You keep shaking your head. Now I wanna know what was said.”

Jean laughed again whilst shaking his head. The spectacle of Connie’s question seemed to be what was on everyones mind as suddenly, the whole room wanted to know including yourself.

I mean, seeing Eren pick his ex-girlfriend? The question had to be something crazy, knowing Connie and Eren.

“Bro, if [Y/N] didn’t fuck up her rock papers scissors, maybe you all would hear the question but we don’t always get what we want.” He chuckled whilst he rolled another blunt.

“Endless weed if you tell us the question.” Sasha giggled, looking at Connie with her reddish eyes.

“Tell us!”

“Can’t be that bad.”

“Just cuz’ they were dating? Who cares?”

“[Y/N], you don’t mind, right?”

All thoughts leave your mind as Pieck asks you that question. You wanted to know but you’d much rather protect your peace than get into something with Eren.

“Fuck it, I’m gonna say it myself.” Eren sighed. “The question was who is the biggest whore here?”

And just like that, the whole room fell silent, and you with it. He was sitting there, acting as if he’d done nothing wrong whilst you sit there embarrassed in front of a room of your friends.

Staying home and doing Science homework doesn’t sound half bad right now.

Suddenly, and sharply, Lana bites back. “And how the fuck is she a whore, hm? Quickly?”

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing-” “Well, you clearly are, dickhead. Why else was Jean shaking his head at you?” Lana’s voiced raised slightly.

“Right, cuz’ [Y/N] didn’t say shit about you…” Sasha furrowed her brows, Eren groans loudly as he sees the situation he caught himself in.

You look at him, void of expression. Half mad, half speechless. But what would you except from a guy who tried to fuck you after a month dating?

“Look, I had to pick someone, no hard feelings.” His disassociation with the conversation pissed you off. He can’t just drop a bomb and then go back to lighting a spliff.

“It’s just a game, can we chill-” “Reiner, shut up.” You scoffed. “I know we broke up n all but you’ve got a lot of nerve to call me a whore considering the reason why we broke up was because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.”

Eren scoffed. “Yeah, classy, [Y/N], bring up the past.”

You could practically feel the anger in Lana and Sasha as they stared him down. “And you think calling her a whore is?”

“Right, because you knew the reaction you were gonna get wasn’t gonna be a good one.” Sasha eyed him down. The once bouncy brunette was now staring down one of the guys that patronised her. Jean and Connie remained in their seats not saying a word.

“God, it’s a joke. She’s not a whore, happy?”

“Fuck you, Eren. Seriously.”

Once again, the room grew silent as Eren sat there watching you as you gathered your belongings, ready to leave. The looks of pity that your friends were giving you not only embarrassed you but reminded you that you were strong.

“So…we’re not gonna finish the game?” Connie spoke.

After the party, you hadn’t acknowledged the whole argument or him. Even when your friends tried to extract some feeling out of you, you didn’t let them.

Instead, your pillow became your outlet. Your family are probably tired of all the disputed music you blasted in your room. You wept countless of tears; how could he treat you like this?

Where was the old Eren? That took you to the cinema after you begged him to watch a new film? Or that Eren who, even when it was minus whatever degrees, draped you in the warmth of his coat.

The sweet memories turn into sour ones. And whats worse is when you walk past one another in the halls.

A mountain of freshmen girls swooning behind him, and all he can think about is how nice you did your hair today. Or that one time in class where he caught you daydreaming looking ethereal.

“Bro, you seriously fumbled.” Connie cackled in his face at lunch. Eren mentally slapped himself . Next time, he’ll keep his feelings to himself.

“Listen, Eren, what you did was kinda out of line-” “She said she’d fuck Connie, out of all people!” Eren looks at Armin with nothing but disbelief in his eyes. No one understood him.

Jean shrugged as he stifled down a chuckle, “She probably used him as a scape goat. I mean who would fuck this ugly bastard?.”

Eren stared at Jean, taking in the words that his friend was spewing. A scape goat? Why didn’t he think of that?

“I don’t even care at this point. Just want my wife back, man.” The rest of the table audibly sighed when Eren began to fake cry.

“Eren.” The sternness in Armins voice made Eren sit up. “If you actually want her back. Act like it. Tell her, that you’re a dick, an egotistical narcissist, a stupid overachiever-”

“Yeah…I get it.” Eren said.

“Get on your knees if you have to. And she isn’t gonna trust you again right away. But remember, all you are asking her is for a chance to redeem yourself, not to get back together-” Armin was interrupted again by Eren’s melancholy sighs.

“But I want to get back together with her-” “Shoulda thought about that before cheating on her and calling her a whore..”, Connie muttered, finding the blatant hypocrisy in Eren’s words.

Eren looked at Connie sternly before rolling his eyes. No one understood him. He didn’t cheat on you because he didn’t love you. He cheated on you because he was insecure.

Seeing you going out with a male friend that he hadn’t even heard the name of shook him. And, oh did it shake him bad.

“I really do love her. Like I actually do.” He sighed, this time more serious and quiet. The table fell silent before the bell rang, a groan leaving Jeans lips.

“What is it now?”

“PE.” Jean answered as he got up from the table.

“Isn’t that good? Aren’t we doing track today?” Armin looked confused. Jean always loved sport.

The brunette shrugged, “I won’t see Lana. She’s got that thing.”

Eren remained silent and melancholic as the rest of the boys teased Jean about being Lovestruck.

At least one of them had a stable relationship.

pt2 comin soon?🤭🤭

[janeyseymour]

La Cosa Nostra- pt 7

Cowritten with @schemmentis

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

Summary: It's a nice easy Saturday, and then you head to Church on Sunday- the Feds following you the entire time.

WC: 1.8k

Saturday rolls around, and your little ones are absolutely delighted to see both you and Melissa on your mother’s doorstep to pick them up.

“Mam! Mommy!” Cat shouts as she whips the door open. Rosie echoes her words as she all but launches herself at you.

“Hi, my little love,” you chuckle as you crouch down to be at eye level with her. “How was your night with Nan and Pop?”

“So good!” Rosie grins as you step further into the house. Melissa brings Cat to her own hip, delighted to be reunited with her girls once again.

“Pop let us have ice cream for dinner!” Cat giggles.

At that, you look at your father who is relaxing in his recliner. His eyes go wide, and they look everywhere but you.

“Dad,” you scold him.

“It was pistachio,” he shrugs. “That’s a fruit.”

“It’s a nut, and so are you,” you tell your father as you roll your eyes.

“Oi, Y/N,” your mother breathes from her place on the couch. “Let’s not forget the dozens of times your father let you and your siblings have ice cream for dinner.”

“That’s different! And you were always up in arms over it,” you say to your mother.

She shrugs. “You kids turned out okay, didn’t you? You own one of the most successful salons in the city, you have a beautiful wife, and absolutely precious twins. Besides, we’re grandparents now- we give the kids sugar and then send ‘em home with you.”

“What did you give them before we got here?” Melissa raises a brow.

Both of your parents just smirk.

“Cat, what did Nan and Pop give the two of you for breakfast?” the redhead asks slowly, cautiously.

“Cinnamon buns with ice cream!” Your oldest twin’s eyes sparkle with pure glee.

“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath. You switch to your native tongue to tell your parents what you really think of this situation they’ve put you in.

“Oh lighten up,” your mam tells you. “Just take ‘em to the park and have ‘em run around there for a few hours. That’s what dad always did.”

“Damn right,” your father chuckles from his place.

So after bidding adieu to your parents, you and your family end up at the local park. Cat and Rosie spend the afternoon running around in circles, having you chase them, begging you to push them on the swings, giggling with all of the glee and innocence that five year olds should have. When more kids start to make their way into the little fenced area, you and your wife take a step back and find a park bench to sit on. Neither of your eyes leave your girls, but it’s nice to have a break when you’re both already exhausted enough. Even with last night, where you were both in bed by ten and sleeping in until much later than either of you had expected, the turn of events that your life has taken has the both of you still pretty much running on fumes.

“We are so lucky to have those little munchkins,” you sigh softly as you let your head rest on Melissa’s shoulder.

“We really are,” your wife smiles as she watches Rosie tag Cat.

The two of them have brought so much joy into your life. Your eyes glaze over as you’re taken back to so many of the big events that have happened in this park. You recall the day that the two of you simply came down here on a walk and the warmth of the sun as you held hands and strolled through the park. Melissa told you that she loved you that day. You remember this exact bench was where you felt your babies kick for the first time and the absolutely beaming smile that could light up the entirety of center city that your wife gave you as she felt it too. 

You’re taken back to the first time you brought your girls here at just a few months old- both you and your wife going stir crazy as you stayed inside and with the girls for the longest time. You brought your wife here the day that her restaurant opened, just to give her a sense of normalcy with all of the chaos that had taken place trying to get everything in order to open on time. 

You’re only brought back to the present when Rosie comes climbing into your lap and Cat climbs into Melissa’s. You both instinctively press kisses to your girls’ heads and sigh in content.

“All tuckered out?” you chuckle as the younger of your twins exhales deeply and her fingers run through your hair. You feel her nod, and you see Cat nod into Melissa’s neck.

“Can we go home and watch a movie?” Your eldest asks your wife quietly.

The two of you share a look before nodding. “That sounds like a great idea, sweetheart.”

As you’re getting the girls into the car and driving home, you miss the way that Agent Danik and Agent Shaw are tracking your every move.

The sleek, black, undercover car blends in well. You don't notice it trailing a few cars behind you. You don't notice it idling at the end of the street as you and your wife get your girls out of their car seats and safely inside your home.

You spend the evening curled on your couch. The twins splaying their tiny bodies haphazardly across both you and your wife's laps and slipping in the scant spaces between you as they start drifting to sleep. 

“Maybe we need to give them sugar more often.” You faux whisper to Melissa as you both leave the girls’ room after laying them down. “They didn't even ask for bedtime stories.”

“They get enough sugar between your parents and mine.” Melissa lightly hits your arm. “‘Sides, you'd miss bedtime stories after a while. You love doin’ the silly voices to make ‘em laugh.”

“Yeah,” You sigh. “You're right. I would.”

Normally, you and Melissa would return to your comfortable couch. At least for an hour or two to fully unwind before retiring for the night. Tonight, though, you both set wordlessly about your night time routine. You've caught up on sleep, for the most part. Still, there's a bit of extra exhaustion. Plus, tomorrow is Sunday, which means early morning to make Mass on time and breakfast with Barbara and Gerald afterward. 

You happily settle into your bed once you're ready for the night. Curled beneath your sheets, you hold a book open with one hand while your other arm is wrapped securely around your wife. The television in the room, with the volume low, playing one of her shows. 

You think Melissa has drifted to sleep already when you hear her voice. It's soft, and laced with her tiredness, but it’s clear. “It’ll pass, yeah? All this?”

You shut your book without worrying about your bookmark. Blindly, you set it to the nightstand. You lay down completely, wrapping both arms around your wife and kissing her cheek and shoulder. 

“It will.” You answer with all the confidence you have. “It’ll pass and everything’ll go back to how it’s ‘spose to be.”

The two of you get as much rest as possible given the circumstances. But then there’s a little hand on your face, and this time it’s Rosie who is gently prying your eye open with one of her own hands. You groan as you pull her onto the bed. You can hear Cat giggling as she does the exact same thing to your wife.

Your little one only continues to try to force your eyes open until you peel them open just enough to look at the clock on your bedside table.

“Rosalina Marie,” you groan. “Caterina Ann. It is 6:45, and we do not have to be awake for another forty-five minutes. Quit it.”

“Let Mam sleep,” Melissa sighs as she rolls out of bed. “Come on, you little rascals.”

She corrals them out of the room, letting you get another forty minutes of sleep before she’s coming back in to gently shake you awake.

“Mi amore,” your wife says softly as she stands by your bedside. She brushes away a few hairs from your face and kisses your temple gently. “It’s time to get up and start getting ready for church.”

You blink awake, happy to see that beautiful woman’s eyes sparkling. You roll out of bed unceremoniously before heading into the kitchen to eat breakfast and start attempting to get the twins ready for church in time.

 Rosie whines about the fact that Melissa has her in a dress while Cat spins around and giggles the entire time as she watches the skirt puff out.

“My love, it isn’t that bad,” you sigh as you pull on your own trousers. “Mommy just wants the two of you to look your best.”

“And you look wonderful,” Melissa tells Rosie as she slips on her own blouse.

“Why do you and Mam get to wear pants though?” your littler of the two grumbles.

“Because you only own leggings and jeans as a little girl, and Mam and I have slacks,” your wife explains.

By some miracle, the four of you end up in the sanctuary before the service starts. You slide into the pew where Barbara and Gerald Howard sit. The woman is immediately cooing over your two girls, and suddenly Rosie seems thrilled to be wearing the dress Melissa had put her in.

You hand the girls the silent fidget toys that you brought along in order to keep them quiet during the sermon.

“Do you want your book back?” Barbara asks quietly as the priest takes a few seconds to shift from a passage to the choir.

“No,” Melissa sighs. “Not yet. Just... hold onto it until I tell you I can get it back, and do not speak of it again. Please.”

Barbara raises a brow, but she doesn’t say anything further as she turns her attention back to the mass that is taking place.

After the service, you take Cat’s hand while Melissa takes Rosie’s, and the four of you head down to the diner that you frequent often after a service. Gerald and Barbara follow. Again, you fail to notice the way that Shaw and Danik follow your steps.

“Is that...?” Shaw asks.

“The senator, Gerald Howard,” Danik confirms quietly. “There’s no way that the senator has a hand in any of this.”

“No,” Shaw agrees softly. “And his wife is known for her activism in education and her devout Christianity.”

“Shit,” Danik mutters.

“Did we just hit a dead end?” Shaw asks.

The head of this investigation sighs. “I have no idea, Shaw. No fucking clue.”

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[lovezbrownies]

Protective. (Yandere Chief of Military x Reader.)

Masterlist

Synopsis: Someone tries to threaten you and Gen doesn't take kindly to that.

Gen Ludenhart x Reader

Warnings: Honestly kinda tame, threats, Gen controlling you, using term ''doll'' but overall Gender neutral reader, bullying, harassment, possessive behaviour, mentions of physical torture to reader.

word count: 1,877

Gen was invited to a gathering by some aristocrat she’s buddy-buddy with. Which meant by extension you were also invited, even if you didn’t know anyone at these gatherings Gen loved to show off her decorated show pony, so whether you liked it or not you will end up going with her. Gen’s favorite part is playing dress-up with you, choosing what you wear and coordinating it all so well. At every event you’ve attended with your wife you’ve somehow managed to outdo the host and entire venue– even with the simplest outfits you looked ethereal. You and Gen were known for being a very attractive pair with an attractive sense of style.

If you ever showed interest in makeup Gen will put some on you. She’s been an avid makeup lover since her youth. Gen knows all the latest trends, newest products, and what will or won’t work on your skin texture. This obsession with makeup never really translated into skincare since she’s been blessed with clear skin since birth. But nonetheless this girl loves it when you let her put makeup on you– not to make you look better, but to enhance your features and play around with new styles of makeup. You best know she will straddle you while doing your makeup.

Moving on to hair. This will vary depending on what you have now. If you’re bald she will draw intricate patterns on your scalp if you allow her to. If you have short tomboyish hair, Gen will gel it up and style it in many different ways. If you have a bob, Gen will be a little stuck on what to do at first but after searching for cute bob styles in magazines she would absolutely have fun with your bob. If you have shoulder-length hair, the hair ties start to make their appearance as well as curling rollers and other traditional methods of changing hair texture. If you have waist-length hair, this woman would go wild with different types of buns, a lot of bobby pins, and a lot of hair accessories.

If you suggest doing anything for Gen, she would actually laugh. Loudly, like a hyena. Cute, but no way. She will definitely mention this comment to her brother and friends. Gen loves you, and has the confidence that you might have some taste in fashion, but she knows she’s better at this than you, plus she enjoys dressing up her little housespouse like a little doll. But most important of all she’s set a standard at this point, if Gen allowed you to dress her up it would humiliate her! No one, afterall, can match her fashion taste. Not even you. That is the harsh truth of it all.

All that aside, even if she controlled every aspect of your life, to the very fabric and material you wear, you had to admit you always looked fabulous when you were allowed to go out. Like today’s event, you and Gen were dressed to the nines outshining all who attended. Of course, being so glamorous came with its downsides. Like Anna for example, who’s an extremely rich viscountess. She hosts a great deal of the events you two attend. 

Anna used to love Gen, of course before Gen’s sudden engagement announcement and her introduction to you. Gen and Anna didn’t have a romantic history, but a sexual one. Gen didn’t want to be in a relationship and Anna was okay with that. Until Gen completely iced Anna out. The poor girl would go to Gen’s estate, begging to see Gen– Yet she was never allowed. Well, safe to say Anna found out the hard way why. Months had passed, and Anna was still hung up on Gen, that was until she got a letter that explained it all. Actually everyone of noble descent had got one. An invitation letter to Gen Ludenhart’s engagement party. To a random person no one’s ever heard of. Anna was heartbroken.

You may ask ‘Well can’t she just not invite Chief Gen and her arm candy?’ No. Anna could only wish to do so. You two were quite popular for being the sexy romantic couple with an enchanting love story. (Made up by Gen.) If she were to uninvite the hottest couple of nobility it would be a complete faux pas, not a soul would ever attend whatever event she’d hold. So Anna tries her best to hold it in. The snide remarks against Gen and you, the glares at you, and the hateful expression that comes across her face whenever you two are mentioned.

This gathering, like many others, was nothing special. You think it was to formally introduce each other to this new noble or something, you weren’t sure and you didn’t care. You barely liked to talk with these people to begin with, always asking personal questions and making you uncomfortable. Gen liked to talk, so you let her, maybe the only advantage of having her as your wife. Thankfully, Gen was more lenient when it came to social gatherings like these, everyone knew you were hers so she felt it safe enough to let you do as you please. Which leads you to where you currently are.

Peacefully watching the night sky in one of Anna’s gardens, sitting on a stone bench. It was incredibly overwhelming inside that mansion, many many nobles are attending tonight, so with Gen’s permission you walked off with a drink and a plate of some food you got from the buffet stand. Although you hated these gatherings, you loved this garden. You almost envy how carefree and rich Lady Anna is, with a big mansion, complete freedom to do as she liked, and no Gen in her life. That’s what you always dreamt of. But alas it’s just a dream.

The sound of footsteps broke your train of thought, looking over you see Lady Anna herself. Well, speak of the devil. She smiled stiffly at you, “Ah, I always can find you here can’t I? It’s quite ironic really,” You cocked your head to the side, confused on what she’s trying to say. “You use Chief Gen’s status to weasel your way into noble society yet you won’t even try to get along with the rest of us. I always knew you were using poor Gennie.” You furrowed your brows, what the fuck is she talking about. If anything, Gen's is the one using you. You barely even want her!

You got up, not wanting to listen to her ramblings any longer. “I don’t know what you are talking about, my Lady, but I must return before Gen worries, excuse me.” You kept it civil, just as Gen taught you. You tried to walk past Anna but she grabbed your arm faster than you can process. “You listen to me, you gold digger. I don’t want you here. Never ever come back to my estate ever again, but do not mention any of this to little Gennie or else I will make you pay. You got that?” You nodded quickly, just wanting to get away from her and return to your wife. You definitely were going to tell Gen, while the offer was tempting, Gen would find out one way or another and she would become upset at you for not telling her sooner.

The rest of the night you stuck to Gen, never ever leaving her side. It wasn’t that you’re fearful of Anna, but you just wanted to avoid her. Eventually once you got home you didn’t yet mention what happened, you and Gen were quite tired and went to sleep. But the next day during breakfast. “Gen?” Gen looked up from the newspaper she was reading, “Yes, my love.” You twiddled with your thumbs, unsure how to put together the words. “How do you feel about Lady Anna?” Gen froze up a little, did you find out about her fling with that woman? That was way before your relationship so why would you be upset? 

Gen sighed, “Why do you ask? Did she say anything to you?”

You locked eyes with her finally. “Actually… Yeah.”

You then told her the gist of what Anna had said to you, but Gen demanded to be told evey tiny detail, which led to a long discussion which ended with Gen saying, “I’ll take care of it, dear, don’t worry your little head over it.” After that she went off to work, her return however was much later than usual. She’d usually be home by 6 PM, today Gen came home at 9 PM, a bright smile on her face 

You were lying in bed, sleep escaped you, worry filling every corner of your mind, not in relation to what happened to Gen, but more to if she went to Anna’s residence and… took her life away. Your myriad of thoughts were interrupted by your wife’s voice “Honey!~ I missed you!!” Just as you were about to sit up to look at her, she had fully tackled you, wrapping her arms around your midsection. “Whew what a long day! Wish I came home sooner~ Think it’s too late for any extra activities?~”  Gen sported a devious smirk on her face, you were absolutely baffled at how carefree she acted.

“I- Did you kill her?”

“Who?”

“Anna! Did you kill Lady Anna!” Your outburst surprised Gen, she’d trained you enough not to yell at her like that anymore. Looks like this situation seriously frazzled her darling. Oh you sweet thing. Gen tightened her hold on you, feeling slightly overprotective of your emotions. “How cute you are, angel. But no, unfortunately I can't because she's a very important woman. I only taught her a lesson using my words.” She snuggled deeper into you, covering the both of you with the blanket she looked up at you seductively. “Now, sleep or do you want to have se-’’ You closed your eyes shut. “I’m asleep! I’m asleep!” 

Strangely enough, Lady Anna hasn’t hosted a party for two months, no one knows why she’s been so quiet and isolated for so long! Well except for you and Gen. But today was Lady Anna’s long awaited birthday ball. Lady Anna looked extravagant, but it looks like she hasn’t been sleeping much. Maybe that’s why, maybe she’s sick, maybe she’s dying, maybe a night time lover. People all around whispering rumors about the viscountess. Yet when the favorite romantic couple entered, all went silent.

Gen knew everyone was watching you two, her hand tightening its hold on your hips, pulling you as close as possible to her. This time Gen went all out with your outfits. You were wearing matching elegant navy blue clothes. You and your wife were sparkling in jewelry and elegance. Completely outdoing the birthday girl on her own birthday. When anyone would ask Gen would just say that Lady Anna had paid for the entirety of your outfits, which she did, forcibly by Gen. That Anna had asked them to wear such extravagant clothes while she herself was wearing the blandest of pinks.

People marvel at the pair's beauty, Gen holding onto you like you’re her lifeline, as Anna stares at the two, being forgotten about on her own birthday.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

The Rest Is History

A/N: Listen, was I supposed to be working on IPB AU? Yes. Did I write this fun drabble instead? Also, yes. I'm surrounded by enablers.... but the fact remains that Cassian is absolutely thinking abou the Roman Empire daily. And he would make a hot history nerd, so here we are. Dedicated to the GC ❤️

“Listen. I get it. It looks cool and all that, but you seriously expect me to believe any general in their right mind is going to use catapults and ballistae in a forest? A forest? Just imagine the poor guys trying to maneuver those into place between the trees. It would take forever and only leaves you exposed and puts you at more of a disadvantage.”

Nesta has to bite her lip around a smile as she listens to Cassian rant in the other room. Even through the closed door, his voice carries down the hall to her.

She had known Cassian was a history buff from their very first date. They’d gone to a bar in the historical part of town, down by the harbor, and as if he simply couldn’t stop himself, Cassian had leaned over after they’d ordered their drinks and explained how the location was notorious for shang-haiing back in the day. How one of the most notorious culprits was actually a woman who would flirt and trick sailors into having drink after drink with her until they passed out and woke up dazed and confused on a ship the next morning while she walked away with her pocket full of coin.

He had apologized almost as soon as he’d finished speaking, clearly embarrassed by the outburst. But Nesta had been so entranced by the way his hazel eyes had lit up when he spoke, the golds and greens of them practically sparking even in the low light of the bar. Entranced by the way his lips had tugged up into an easy, excited smile around the words he spoke. Entranced by his passion and his love even if it was for a topic she didn’t necessarily share in.

It had been enough to want a second date with him.

It had been enough to want a lot of dates with him.

And now, here Nesta is, curled up in the room they converted to her own personal library and office, listening to Cassian rant away to his followers on TikTok. It still leaves her with that same feeling as their first date, that same soft warmth blooming between her ribs. Still has her shaking her head fondly, as she burrows deeper beneath her pile of blankets and returns to the final chapter of her book.

By the time she is finishing the last page and finally closing the book, Nesta is less than impressed. She digs her phone out from where it’s buried between blankets and opens her Notes app, adding to her running list of points to make in her review. The ending? Terrible. Nothing worse than an author who clearly got offered a new book deal so they suddenly decide to add unnecessary plot to the final ten pages to set up another book. She’ll definitely be warning her TikTok followers about that.

To take her mind off the ending, she decides to open up the app in question, to check on what her followers are saying about her last book review, liking and replying to a good chunk of them. With a soft sigh, she sinks deeper against the pillows at her back, navigating to her FYP. Almost all of the videos are a trend sweeping across BookTok, of different creators trying to teach their boyfriends and husbands how to be a good book boyfriend. It has an idea sparking in Nesta’s mind, her eyes dancing toward the closed door to the library.

With a decided nod, she clambers up to her feet, padding out of the room and down the hall. She pauses in the doorway to Cassian’s office, leaning casually against the door jamb and watching him work. He has his ring light set up on the desk, phone poised and recording in the center. His hair is scraped back into a bun, and he’s wearing a loose tee that teases just enough of the dark swirls of ink that splash across his collarbones, that twist down his arms. But it’s his hands that really have Nesta’s attention, the way he waves them about as he passionately speaks to the camera.

“And don’t even get me started on the depiction of Marcus Aurelius. Did they even have a historian in that writer’s room?”

As Cassian continues to rant about the Roman emperor and his character in the movie, it’s clear that he can feel Nesta’s eyes on him. It’s the smile that gives him away first, the slow tug of his lips until the soft, dopey look he fondly calls his ‘Nesta smile’ takes over his face. And then his eyes start glancing toward her, and even with the distance, Nesta can see the way his gaze softens around the edges.

Even still, Cassian continues talking, continues recording as if nothing’s amiss. Nesta rolls her eyes fondly, but that merely has his smile growing. She always teases him when he does this, for the way he won’t re-record any of the videos and posts them regardless. When Nesta had taken a peek at his account and his videos, she’d seen plenty of comments asking what or, more particularly, who he was looking at.

When Cassian finishes, he reaches forward to stop his recording, turning to give Nesta his full attention. “Hey, Nes. Finally finish your book?”

“Yes. The ending was terrible.”

Cassian chuckles, the sound deep and warm. “I’m sure your followers will appreciate your honesty on that.”

Nesta shrugs noncommittally, but she knows he’s right. It’s how she built her following in the first place: completely honest and transparent book reviews. “Speaking of followers. I do need your help with a video, a BookTok trend. We can call it even from when you made me chase after you for that August video.”

“Hey, that Pheidippides joke was hilarious,” Cassian defends, standing up from his chair even as he shakes his head as though fondly remembering the video. “The Persians slipped away like a bottle of wine…”

Nesta snorts at the reminder of the caption he used, turning on her heel and leading the way back to her library. She grabs her phone from where she left it, taking the time to set it up so it has the perfect framing of the door. Once she’s happy with it, she presses record, curling her hand around Cassian’s wrist and tugging him into the shot.

“So the trend is to lean against the door frame like the men in books do.”

“Lean against the door frame?” Cassian asks, shifting until his shoulder presses against the door jamb.

“No, the top frame,” Nesta corrects, grabbing his wrist again and tugging his arm up to demonstrate.

Cassian readjusts his stance, settling his weight forward as he leans against his raised hand, and offers her a winning smile. “Like this, sweetheart?”

“Yes, but you’re not supposed to smile. It’s meant to be sultry,” Nesta explains, frowning at Cassian’s expression. “What is that face?”

“Blue steel.”

“That’s it. You fail,” Nesta laughs softly, turning to walk back toward her phone and stop the recording.

An arm snakes around Nesta’s waist, fingers curling and spinning her back around. She barely comes face to face with Cassian before he’s backing her up against the door jamb, caging her in with his large body. Her breath hitches in her chest at the way his hazel eyes have darkened, and she can’t look away, even when his arm tightens around her waist, arching her back and pulling her flush against him. His hand slides along her jaw, thumb skating across her bottom lip before he leans down and kisses her, Nesta sighing into his mouth.

“How’s that compare to the men in your books?” Cassian whispers when he pulls back.

Nesta is sure that she must be blushing, but she clears her throat and extricates herself from Cassian’s hold. She can practically feel Cassian’s smirk on her back as she walks back over to her phone and stops the recording, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction. Especially when she watches back the way she became flustered and then melted into him in 4k.

“Well, I can’t post this.”

“You should definitely post it,” Cassian murmurs, his voice closer than she expects, but then his arms are curling around her waist as he plasters himself to her back.

And maybe it’s the warmth of Cassian wrapped around her. Maybe it’s the peace and security she’s found in his arms. Maybe it’s the way this history nerd has made her feel happier and more loved than she ever thought possible. Maybe it’s the way his lips pressing a line along her neck is very distracting.

Whatever it is, Nesta finds herself trimming the video to remove the parts at the beginning and end where she started and stopped the recording. Finds herself quickly adding subtitles and typing out an easy caption of, ‘I guess he passes after all… #BookTokChallenge #BookBoyfriend.’ After all, she can always delete the video later if she really wants to.

She presses post and tosses her phone aside, turning around in Cassian’s arms and kissing him properly, more than happy to go stumbling down the hall to their bedroom in a tangle of limbs. And later, while Cassian makes them dinner, Nesta sits atop their kitchen island and decides to open TikTok again, unable to hold in a surprised laugh as she reads the top, most liked comment on her most recent video.

Is that the fucking HistoryTok dude????

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

I saw your requests were open! Could I please get David having a crush on a fellow spooky grumpy girl with a secret soft side?? 🥺 I think it would just be so cute if David met his equal and they turned to absolute butter for eachother

It's a bit different than the ask, and a bit longer than I expected, but it just sort of happened? It starts a bit dark, but David definitely likes her? Anyway, I hope you like this!💜

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There had been disappearances on the boardwalk, even more so than usual. Where the boys fed every couple of days, enjoying a bonfire party, they were, of course, partially to blame. But the latest missing posters that had gone up on the notificationboard had nothing to do with the boys. The new posters showed men, in their mid to late thirties, all having disappeared after going out for a couple of drinks.

David had been the first to notice the discrepancy between their kills and the number of disappearances - and he had decided that he would look into them. If there was another vampire hunting on their territory, they needed to be dealt with. Based on the kills, David would say that if it was a vampire doing the killing, it was a female.

He had gone to the bar where all of the victims had been seen before they'd been killed and was not surprised to see a young woman - no older than twenty-five if he had to guess - walked up to the bar. She was dressed in all black, and David was certain that he could see the silhouet of a knife under her coat. Her dark hair had been tied into a bun, and even though it was dark outside, she was still wearing her sunglasses. Normally, he'd find it pretentious, but somehow, it suited her.

He kept looking as she moved to sit at a table, becoming more interested when a man in his early thirties asked to join her.

"A pretty bird like you wouldn't mind, now, right?" The man slurred. It was small, but David noticed the hint of disgust on her face.

"Sure." Her voice was low, and where David expected it would normally be a warm and soothing voice, right now it was ice cold.

"You see, I've been a bit lonely since I've came here, and I saw that you were alone and I thought that maybe-"

"That I could keep your bed warm?" She tilted her head slightly. "That I'd be a good companion for a single night?"

"Well, not necessarily just one night, but you get what I mean right, I mean surely a lonely girl like you would-"

"Don't finish that sentence."

"- like the attention, right?"

She sighed, taking a long sip of her drink. She put the glass down and looked at the man in front of her.

"You're wrong," she smiled sweetly, "I am not lonely. Besides, even if I was, why would I waste my time on you? Someone who's willing to fuck the very first stranger he meets?"

"That's not-"

"But that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

David had listened closely up until now, and he couldn't help but like the woman. He had noticed, very early on in the conversation that she had this indescribable hint of danger hanging around her. Sadly - or luckily, depending on your point of view - the man in front of her had ignored it, letting himself be guided by his own lust.

"Y-yeah, but -" the man stammerd, shutting up when he saw her shake her head.

"Well, maybe I can help you. Just a little bit."

She stood up and walked out the door, the man quickly following behind. David followed as well, curious to see how she would end this. She had entered the back alley and lent against the wall.

"Can you maybe suck my-" the man started sounding somewhat hopeful, but he was quickly cut off.

"If you think that you can order me around, I'll not only cut your dick off, but also slice your tongue in half." Her voice was darker and colder than before, and only now did the man realise that she was dangerous.

"What?!" The man paled.

"Pants down. Now."

"What? Why? You freaking bitch!"

"Why? I saw you, Rick. I saw how you tried to convince students to sleep with you."

"It was by their own choice!"

"Really? 'Either you fuck me, or I make sure you won't be able to pay your tuition' is a choice?"

The man - Rick - nodded, albeit fearfully.

"I hate people like you. Do you really think you deserve so much more, simply because you have more power? More connections?" The woman had revealed her knife, swinging it around playfully. "Pants down. Now. Or I'll make you regret it even more."

Shakily, the man did what she said, and David grinned as he saw the satisfaction in her face as she carried out her promise. The man sunk to the ground, crying. "Let's this be a lesson for you, Rick."

"You sick fuck!"

"I know where you live. I know where you work. If you ever think of crossing that line in any way - I will know. And I will ruin you."

With those words, she left him, crying and bleeding in the alley behind the bar.

"I don't know who you are, but I know you're there." She stopped in the middle of the street. David smiled, appearing behind her.

"I like your way of handling things."

She turned around, somewhat surprised. "Hm. Never thought a guy would say that."

David grinned, realising she looked more relaxed now than she had done in the previous hour.

"So, you saw all that?" She asked, cleaning her knife and putting it back in her coat pocket.

"I did."

"And?"

"I think we have a lot in common."

"What, you also cut dicks off when someone harasses some girls?"

"I do worse."

At that, she smiled, offering him her hand. "I'm Nancy."

"David."

It was quiet for a moment before she spoke up. "Are you hungry?"

"Sure. My treat."

"Why?"

"I'd like to know you better. Tell me, why do you hunt these men down?"

She smiled, a hint of sadness present in her expression. "My younger sister has been scared to start uni after one of her friends had been harassed by a teacher. I am making sure she can go without feeling afraid."

"You're the cleanup crew?"

Nancy nodded. "I'd do anything for my sister."

David smiled at that, leading her to a small cafe. He ordered for them, and the two of them talked for hours. The more they talked, the more David realised he not only liked Nancy's way of handling things but practically everything about her. Nancy, although she was a bit apprehensive at first, began to feel flustered when he'd tell something or when he really looked at her. He made her feel special and wanted and normal for going on her clean-up mission. They talked about everything, and David was surprised to find that Nancy was part of an animal rescue team. And that she loved nothing more than to watch silly romcoms and that she sometimes wished she could go and explore hidden ruins in the hope of entering some magical fantasy world. How she loved the idea of magic and fantasy but had always loved vampire stories the most. David had grinned at that.

When the cafe closed, somewhere around three in the morning, she was more than happy to accept his offer to drive her home.

"David?" She asked as she got off his bike. "Would you maybe like to, well, mee me for dinner tomorrow?"

"How about I show you some hidden ruins that will lead you to a fantasy world?"

[elliethejellie]

And Here You Were~

A Sun and Moon x Reader (oneshot? series? drabble? I don't know yet)

AO3 Link

What would happen if the cheery and innocent daycare attendant at the Megaplex grew attached to one person in particular? Would it become overly protective? Neglectful of the daycare duties? Is the animatronic capable of jealousy? Love? Hate?

Well, you should know. You are the one they've got their eyes on, after all...

*****

We remember the first day you showed up. It was a Tuesday, and you were terrified. Your little denim overalls and rainbow-striped shirt were a sight we never tired of seeing - it made you fit in perfectly with the colorful theme of the daycare.

"She's got some anxiety, and she is not to be excluded from naptime for any reason. She gets cranky without her naps and will just cry and cry and nobody can calm her down and-"

"Yes, yes, okay, ma'am. Trust us, we're all more than qualified to handle your little superstar while you're away. Isn't that right Sun?" the human daycare attendant pined, trying to calm your anxious mother. She looked a mess with her hastily thrown on baggy clothes and dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was up in a lazy bun, tangled as all hell, and her lips were dry and cracked. She was going through something. We pieced together through little snippets of conversation from you later on that your parents were going through a divorce, and she was fighting for custody while still trying to keep up with her demanding job. She was a strong and independent woman, so having to bring you to childcare made her feel like a failure. But she wasn't.

"Yes, of course!" Sun replied cheerily. He bounded towards your mother with excited energy - enough that it  absolutely terrified you and sent you into a screaming flurry of tears. Sun's rays shrank back into his head slightly and he apologized immediately. The human daycare attendant rolled their eyes and grabbed you anyways, while your mother reached into her bag and pulled out a few different prescriptions. Sun mentally logged everything you were supposed to take - anxiety medication with your lunch if you were still not interacting, nausea medicine if you complained of a stomachache after eating, and doctor-ordered melatonin to help put you down for naptime if you weren't sleeping. 

Great, another helicopter mother, Moon said inside of Sun's head. They had done that for as long as they could remember. It was how the two communicated with each other when one of them had control and the other was stuck watching on from inside. But Sun ignored his brother this time, not wanting to miss a single thing your mom was saying. 

The human attendant nodded nonetheless at your mom, taking the labeled freezer bag with the orange bottles and placing it behind the front desk to be logged momentarily. "I promise, ma'am, we will look after your little superstar well, and she'll fit in just fine. Isn't that right, Y/N?" they asked you, who was finally calming down from your screaming fit. Now you were staring at Sun with wide eyes, fearful but curious. 

Over the next few months, you had grown to adore the daycare. Once you opened up, you got along well with all the other kids. Your personality began to shine through, and you seemed like the perfect child. You were a great problem solver, friends with everyone, and creative when it came to literally everything. The other children in the daycare always wanted to play with you, and you always made time for all of them. If there was an issue between your friends, you would help resolve it before Sun even had the chance to make it over to you. You never broke the rules, used your manners, and somehow encouraged every other kid to follow in your leadership.

But our favorite part about you was how you never seemed to treat the two of us as one in the same. We still remember the day you dragged most of the kids to the craft corner and encouraged everyone to draw cards for Moon. When asked why by your curious classmates, you would respond with "Because he never gets as many gifts as Sun, and I think that probably makes him sad."

You grew up with the daycare, and a year turned into two and then three. 

But one day - a Monday, we believe - your mother came to drop you off, and abruptly told the human on shift that it would be your last day. She looked disheveled and even more tired than usual. Her eyes were red - she had been crying. You weren't your usual self that day, either. You were whiny and reserved, hiding away in the quiet corner. You refused to play with anyone, making excuses each time one of the other children tried to get you involved. You even refused to eat, and wouldn't sleep at naptime.

It was during that last naptime that Moon had taken you away from the other kids to try to understand what was happening. Sitting in one of the castle towers next to the ball pit, he finally asked you the burning question on our mind.

"Starlight, what ever is the matter? Sun tells me you haven't eaten or played at all today," he said with a softness he seemed to reserve only for you. You were clinging to one of the half-moon pillows with so much force for your little body, it made Moon worried immediately. You only shook your head as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

We never did find out why you weren't returning. 

The daycare wasn't the same after you had left. The children fought, naptime was difficult, and Moon seemed to fade from the little superstars' minds as if he was never important. But we pushed through nonetheless. We never forgot about you. We kept your drawings up on our wall in our room and would look at them any time we were feeling down. The sadness faded from a relentless pain to a dull ache after a year. And soon, we didn't really think about you much. Other kids came and went, and we just moved on.

Or so we thought we had. 

We were informed that some things were changing about the daycare, about Moon, and about the Megaplex in general. We were forced to go to Parts and Service daily for about a month, having new programs put into our coding. After the month (and many refusals to answer our questions), we were told Moon was to patrol the Megaplex at night. We were asked several test questions by Vanessa, the new head of security, to make sure the programs were working properly.

"Okay, and what do you do if there's a code blue?" she asked.

"Seek out any head personnel and get them to safety before dealing with the intruder or intruders," Moon responded, crossing his arms. "Now can you please tell me why we're doing this?" he asked for the hundredth time. And once again, Vanessa ignored him, writing something on her clipboard. 

"Okay, that's it, now follow me," she said, setting the clipboard down and leading Moon out of the P&S room. He did as he was told, not because he wanted to, but because that was part of the new programming. Unless going against direct protocol, the brothers were no longer allowed to do as they pleased. If given a direct order from security personnel, they were forced to follow it. 

Where do you think she's taking us? Sun asked his brother, unbeknownst to the blonde. Moon shrugged, blinking his new eyes rather rapidly as he struggled to get used to the several new overlays he now had. He could see where each of the glamrock animatronics were, Vanessa's (or anybody's) level of clearance, and even call his wire out in the rest of the megaplex now.

Vanessa led them up to the atrium and around a corner to another woman sitting nervously in one of the cushioned seats for families to take breaks on. She also wore a security guard outfit, but she didn't have the same clearance as Vanessa. In fact, she seemed to have very little clearance, Moon could see, due to the new overlay. Sun gasped loudly inside their shared mind, making Moon flinch. What?! the blue animatronic hissed back.

Sun didn't reply, and Moon made an irritated noise. Vanessa was talking to the other security guard, when she finally turned to him and smiled. "Apparently you two have met before," she said, gesturing towards you, who stood up but kept your eyes to the floor. Something tugged at the back of Moon's mind as Sun tried to bring up a memory file. But he didn't need to. You looked up and locked eyes with them, nervousness written all over your face.

For years the brothers daydreamed of seeing you again. For years they sat in their room and wondered what happened to you. For years they waited patiently, hoping that by some miracle, you would be brought back to them again.

And here you were.

[v3nusxsky]

Darling 18+

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*A/n~ I’ve never written smut before and this is my first fic I’m posting here so any pointers would be appreciated*

Prompt~ reader is teasing Larissa until she snaps giving into her own wants. Smut fic.

Tw~ NSFW (finger!ng) (sub reader/dominant Larissa) (mommy k!nk) (spank!ng) (swear!ng) (eating out) (thigh r!d!ng) (strap)

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Fingers tugged at your hair absentmindedly throwing it up In a bun on top of your head. Pieces of your fringe fell to cup your cheeks as you sighed. Today had been nothing short of stressful. You love your job, of course you did but that didn't mean it didn't come with its own challenges. You'd been teaching outcast history at Nevermore now for 3 years, so of course you knew certain points in the semester was hell. The teaching itself is wonderful, you love passing on your knowledge to your students. You can't help but find it fascinating to talk about of the different kinds of outcasts, the challenges they face, how they came to be and the relations between Outcast and Normies. But the paperwork? Now that was tiresome and quite frankly boring as hell. But still you did try your best to stay caught up on it so it didn't take all the joy from your days. However the past few months really you'd neglected your paperwork in favour for something else. Or rather someone else.

A certain stunningly tall principle offered a great distraction these days. In fact she's the reason you had paperwork overflowing from your desk. Over your years here you watched as a tentative friendship blossomed between you and Larissa. Often most weekends you'd go to her office to drink wine and relax by the fire. It's one reason why you have grown to long for the weekends. Recently those evenings had included some harmless flirting between the pair of you. It was no secret you had eyes for the fairer sex however when you found out Larissa was the same you honestly choked on the wine you had swigged. You hadn't expected her to be interested in women or well rather anyone. If anything she seemed married to her job. She loved Nevermore and it's students more than anything else. It was endearing to see the determination and care she put in every day to be the best principal Nevermore had ever seen.

You made your way to the desk and decided to start from the bottom. This way you knew no matter how much you managed to complete tonight before you passed out from exhaustion, you wouldn't miss any deadlines. You're classroom was peacefully silent apart from the gentle scratching of pen against paper. You couldn't help but allow your mind to wonder to your boss. After all you were completing these with the upmost care making sure everything was legible, aiming to reduce the stress she would have. You'd spent many night's listening as she would whine about messy plans submitted from teachers. Your mind wandered to the previous night. The flirting had an affect on you, you were starting to think Larissa knew that. Secretly enjoyed flustering you. You couldn't help the small smile that overtook your lips as you recalled one of your favourite moments. You were sitting in a comfortable silence watching the flickering flames dance together. Only when you'd taken a big swig of your wine did Larissa lean over and whisper in your ear "you look absolutely ravishing love" causing you to cough and splutter on the wine as a bright red blush adorned your cheeks. Larissa couldn't help blur chuckle are the response you gave. It pleased her to no end knowing she had this effect on you.

As if the women on your mind knew you were thinking of her, your phone lit up with a text from her.

"Y/n can you come to my office? I'm feeling quite stressed and I would benefit from your help." You know what they say curiosity killed the cat, that's why you found yourself walking the familiar route to her office. Paperwork forgotten. Once you reached her doors that clearly stated "principle L. Weems" on a thick golden plate, you didn't even know you just pushed the doors open slightly, just enough for you slip through the gap before shutting the doors. Turning around you could see that the women had her shoulders tensed up, eyes fixed on the paper as she concentrated and her left hand balled into a fist as her right carefully scribbled down on her own work.

"Larissa?" You whispered only wishing to alert her to your presence and not spook her when she was clearly concentrating.

"Ah y/n! Please do come here darling." You couldn't help but freeze and blush at the pet name. Larissa seemed to be in a strange mood this evening as when you didn't move she barked at you in a stricter voice that was normally used with her students "now y/n!"

You couldn't help but quickly scurry to stand in front of her bowing your head in a form of an apology. "Uh sorry Larissa, what did you need?"

"Darling, I've had a stressful day" there was that name again, and you knew this fact already. I'm fact you'd had to send two of your students to her office for their behaviour today. "Now I'm sure you noticed we have a special kind of relationship and you can tell me if I'm wrong here but I think it could extend to more than friends and more than boss and employee wouldn't you agree dear?"

Eyes blinking rapidly you processed what she'd just admitted. She wanted to be more than friends? Excitement rose through you as you nodded in your agreement. "Darling, words please" she whispered holding your gaze. "I um I agree Rissa" you diverted your gaze to find your shoes not being able to contain the flush spreading over your cheeks. You had to be dreaming? Right? "Perfect! So love why don't you come and help relieve this stress?" The thickness in her voice and the glint In her eyes showing you just how badly she wanted you. God this had to be a dream. But no way would you turn this down, even if you'd wake up in an extremely frustrating state.

"Wha-what um what can I do to help Rissa?" Eggar to please the women you would only go as far as she wanted. You stood, head still tilted down waiting for instructions. Suddenly the tilting of your head wasn't to hide your blushing, no it was that of submission. Unknown to you this pleased Larissa to no end. You almost dropped to your knees at her command. And the commanding tone? God you are a goner. "Come sit on my lap pet" moving to straddle her lap you rested your face in the crook of her neck. Her scent was that of floral and honey mixed together. You went limp allowing her to readjust you as she deemed fit. A little shaken breath escaped you your aching centre rested against her toned thigh.

"Now little one, I have to finish some work and your going to be a good little one and rut against my thigh hmm? I know you need me y/n. I can practically smell you as you drip onto my thigh. Before any of that I need to know you want this. If you don't this can stop now and we can just talk." The last part of her words sounded slightly unsure like she was expecting rejection. But that wouldn't come. You wanted her. Needed her. And most importantly you wanted to help her destress. If this was what she wanted the hell you'd happily allow it for as long as she was willing. You managed to whisper out a please which caused the women to smile and tap your hips, silently giving you permission to follow the order you'd been given. Your hips slowly rocked against her thigh, teasing yourself not that you needed to but If this was a dream then you wanted it to last forever. Soon enough whines of need and pleasure we tumbling from your lips and into her neck. Breath ticking the little hairs there. You could feel how you were soaking her strong thigh, you picked your pace up subconsciously as you grew closer to your peak. Movements become more desperate and needy as she brought a hand to your waist, fingers finding purchase there hoping to slow your movements. She was almost done and although she could let you fall over the edge now, she didn't want to. She wanted to see you as pleasure took over your every thought.

Pen now thrown down against the desk, you had her full attention as you mewled against her neck "fuck mmm Rissa I need"

"Oh darling I know what you need. But you have to earn it. Don't you want to be my good girl?" She husked out placing a gentle kiss to your head as she brought her over hand up to fully still your hips. Fuck you could cum just by that statement. You stood up on shaky legs allowing your breathing to attempt to steady itself.

"Little one, kneel" and you did just that. It was embarrassing how quickly you followed her commands. You knew you seemed like a pathetic slut but truthfully for Larissa you are just that. Normally you wouldn't submit so willingly.

Kneeling in front of her chair, face to face with her panty clad sex you couldn't help but wonder what she'd taste like. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth at the thought. Unknowing that Larissa was watching every action closely. She shifted her hips and removed her own panties as you went wide eyed. Your pupils dilated as you were now looking at her dripping pussy. You were taken there and then. The unbearable urge to just dive in between her gorgeously toned thighs. You looked up at her through your eyelids silently begging for permission to do just that.

You looked so desperate there fully clothed, hair messy and eyes clouded with desire. She couldn't help but being her hands to find purchase in your hair, giving you all the permission you needed. Larissa took a sharp breath as you gingerly licked around her soaked pussy, teasing her and just getting a taste. She was your new favourite flavour. Nothing you'd ever tasted compared to this. You'd happily eat her for the rest of your life. As you continued to explore with your tongue you were able to gage what was having the best effect. The kitten like licks lavished her clit had her gripping tighter in your hair pulling you closer in a silently plea for more.

"Fuck y/n please stop teasing me" she whimpered out between breaths. Taking this as your cue you finally allowed your tongue to explore inside her lips. The taste so much stronger caused you to moan and clench your thighs together. Wanting to be good for her you tried to ignore your own desire. Suddenly confidence overwhelmed you and you plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy, causing her to cry out a strangled moan. You were pumping your fingers in and out at a brutal pace, the primal need to make her cum driving you. Her breathing was irregular moans tumbling from her lips as you felt her thighs start to shake, tale tale signs to keep going despite the burning in your arm. You brought you mouth to her bundle of nerves and sucked. Hard. Which was what helped Larissa let go and cum hard all over your fingers that were still buried in her sex. You could feel her walls fluttering around your fingers as you helped her down from her high. Tugging on your hair was pulling you away from her, causing you to whine in protest. “Tsk, darling you are going to pay for that I thought you were going to be good for me hmm? “

"I'm sorry I just I wanted you to feel good i-"

She cut you off "I don't wish to here excuses. Y/n come lay over my lap... now!" The commanding tone once again had you falling over your own feet in an attempt to comply as quickly as possible.

You felt your dress being lifted up to your hips and your panties striped from you. The cold air hitting your pussy causing a small gasp.

"Count little one, I want you to be a good girl for me okay ?"

You nodded and waited for the blow that you knew was coming. Surely enough a firm well placed smack to your right ass cheek as you gasping out "fuck o one"

"Ow two"

"Th three"

"Oh fuck me four" your voice was quivering now as tears strolled down your face, dripping onto the floor.

"You're doing so well darling just one more okay such a good girl for me"

"F five fuck me mommy!" You all be screamed out your word's echoing off her official walls. The women underneath you froze hearing your last word. However your sluggish brain still hadn't quite caught up on what you'd said. No all you could think about was the stringing of red flesh and your own needy dripping pussy. Larissa brought her hand to rub firm gentle circles on your back as you collected your breathing. God this women would be the death of you. She'd not even touched you properly yet and yet here you were minutes away from begging her like a desperate whore.

Larissa brought you so she was able to see your face. Her thumbs wiped the stray tears that had fallen as she was overcome with the desire to kiss you. A needy breathless kiss that made you week at the knees. The kisses trailed off to your cheeks, your neck and your ear before she whispered what was quite possibly your new favourite sentence. "Can I fuck you love?" You nodded embarrassingly quick as you watched her move around. Seemingly finding what she wanted she went and locked the office door, just in case. You blushed knowing it hadn't been locked. You were lucky it was out of school hours, so no students would be around. You were captivated as Larissa stripped down slowly before slipping on the harness. A dark red colour sporting a red dildo. You were relieved to see it was roughly average size and girth. Knowing how sensitive you'd be anything bigger would've destroyed you. You didn't realise you were starring until fingers clicked in front of you. "Thought I lost you there little one, now strip. I want to fuck you" it should've been a world record for how fast you rid yourself of your bra and dress. Larissa chuckled at your eagerness and helped you up to sit on her desk. You watched with a desperate interest as she lined the toy up with your centre. Thrusting in once causing your eyes to roll back your head and your back to arch as you adjusted to her size. She was busy peppering kisses up and down the tall of your neck and over your collar bones. She knew you needed more when your hips jerked forward desperately seeking more. Only then did she pull out of you almost all the way before slamming back into you. Settling a delicious but ruthless pace. You're moans were uncontrollable by now. Loud and mumbled becoming in coherent as you began the climb to your own climax.

“Little one, if you wish to come beg me" Larissa husked at you breathing irregular due to the labour of her harsh movements.

"P pl easeee Larissa I need to cum let me cum." You all but cried out

"You're so pretty when you beg my love but same my name."

"Risaaaaaa fuck me please oh god I can't"

"No little one say. My. Name." She all but growled out at you making sure to keep you teetering on the edge of your own climax that your body desperately desired.

"Oh fuck me mommy please mommy please I need you" and with that Larissa brought a hand to your clit causing your body to throw you over the edge. Moaning desperately as you rode out your orgasm. Sweat covered your body as she pulled out of you gently causing you to whine and collapse back against the desk. Concern flashed through her eyes. Had she been too rough?

"Darling are you okay?" The concern Evident in her voice.

"Mhmmmmmmm I mm " you managed to mumble out fighting your exhausted body. Larissa had fucked you so well your body and brain couldn't keep up.

Sensing that she'd done a good job Larissa chuckled and pulled you into her arms carrying you to her quarters next door.

"Oh look at my little one, mommy fucked you well mmm?" There was a hint of pride in her tone which caused a sleepy hmm of agreement from you. You were curled up against the principle desperately wishing hoping you weren't going to wake up and this only be a dream. Exhaustion was seeping through your bones as your stubbornly tried to fight it, just in case this was a dream you didn't want it to end.

"Sleep now little one, I'll still be here when you awake darling" the soothing words and tone was all it took for you to allow sleep to take you.

Word count~ 2983

*A/n ~ never wrote smut before all that was definitely an experience such a long chapter I hope it's not too terrible for you guys*

[buckyarchives]

Metal Arms and Short Skirts [Drabble]

summary: you and bucky run into a small bump when he brings up kids.

word count: 6k

author note: i, personally, have a strong hatred towards the “girlboss has tradwife ephihany after meeting a man” trope so here is me doing the complete opposite

second (sober) note: i wrote, edited and posted this stoned as fuck so tell me if you like this more than usual fics so i can make a note to write high more often

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It was a well-known fact after two years into the relationship that you and Bucky were the ‘it’ couple, both inside the compound and outside. Especially due to the rise in the avenger’s popularity, your hobby of walking red carpets and mingling with the rich and famous (you’ve even been over at the Kardashian for dinner once — yes, Sam was beyond upset he didn’t get an invite) helped with that fact too. Many times have you brought Bucky along as your plus one, so much so that he started getting invited and being plastered on magazine covers and Twitter feeds.

So when the news - no, rumors of a breakup came out? Dear god, Nick Fury would have thought the world was ending. 

no one was sure what happened, and no one saw it coming either. you guys had been absolutely thriving since announcing it officially. Steve saw a complete difference in Bucky’s demeanor, he still wasn’t the old Bucky — but a new, healthy, and not despair ridden. He was happy. and maybe Tony wasn’t happy about it in the beginning, considering he saw himself as a sudo-father figure. He couldn’t deny you seemed happier with life, your work sure shows it. 

Natasha noticed it first when Bucky's shoulders sagged more and he was spending more nights in the compound instead of your apartment. as well as the continuous night eating and sleeping in. Then, Wanda, she gossiped a lot. about good and bad, so when you skillfully began to avoid the man in every conversation. she began to realize something was wrong.

Soon everyone noticed it. because once Bucky's depression turned to blind hatred and his sparring partners (Sam) were getting beaten a little too hard. snide comments were being made and he just became a genuinely unpleasant person to be around. Sam and Steve more than jumped to find out what the hell happened.

Wanda and Sam stood before the stove, flipping pancakes and eggs. The morning hue showed on everyone’s face and hair. Natasha's red hair looks wild in her messy bun, if you can even call it that. She sat next to Steve, trying not to publicly flirt since their relationship started to flourish. mostly not to miss Bucky off too. 

and Bucky sat hunched over like an old and angry man, shoveling bacon into his mouth with the seemingly permanent scowl he’s worn for the past few weeks.

they had a loosely put-together plan to figure it out, but Wanda couldn’t help but slip up out of frustration, she missed the days when you sleep over and join them on their team breakfasts. “what happened to breakfast at y/n?”

Bucky visibly flinched at your name, his breath hitching in his throat and almost choking on his bacon. they had danced around the subject of you once figuring out the obvious separation, your appearance at the compound got less and less to the point someone would think you got transferred somewhere else. 

Sam sent a surprised glance towards Wanda, whilst all other eyes were on Bucky as he gaped his mouth open and tried to find a response. Steve was practically on the edge of his seat after not getting a word of you from Bucky for weeks.

clearing his throat, and gulping down both water and his nerves. “we’re not on good terms right now.”

“Well, if that wasn’t obvious” Natasha murmured under her breath, focused on her food. Bucky sent a glare out of the corner of his eyes. rolling his eyes, he threw the now empty plate into the sink. not wanting to be bothered by the looks of the other, he headed for the door.

“ah! not so fast, tin man. we have some serious stuff to talk about.'' Tony popped up from literally nowhere and stood before the exit, blocking Bucky from leaving the kitchen and to his room or the gym.

“move, Stark. I'm going on a run.” Bucky said - a lie - he was most likely wallowing in self-desperation in his room.

“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, honey?” Tony snarked.

Bucky went to shove his way around him, but then Tony stepped to the side and suddenly the common room was on lock down and the door slammed shut in front of his face.

“no one is leaving this room until I figure out what happened to you and y/n, and fix it,'' Tony said, taking a seat with an annoyed and almost angry face. Bucky’s jaw clenched as he stood awkwardly, half of the avenger's eyes on him, staring at his feet. “because my best worker is lacking in worK and most important — trying to leave the company.``

“What?” the brunette's head pops up, as well as everyone else’s in the room. a matching concerned face was shared through the avengers, wilder on Buckys.

“she won’t tell me why, but I can only assume it has something to do with you so don’t mess up my life anymore and tell me why.'' Tony lectured, the usual blind and comedic annoyance turned to actual anger towards Bucky as he explained. Then everyone soon realized you weren’t just distancing yourself from Bucky, but everyone and it hurt Tony - someone who (despite popular opinion) actively tried to keep the family together at all cost. because he was losing one of his longest friends now.

“He's right, man. we’ve all noticed how this thing has affected you.” Sam spoke up, much more concerned than tony.

Bucky noticed all the eyes on him, stripping him down and making him feel seen and vulnerable. he felt small. Bucky huffed disappointingly as he shuffled to the small couch in the common room. falling dramatically on it as he clenched his jaw, “y/n and I have come to some… disagreements about…” Bucky's words were slow and shaky, trying to figure out how to describe what happened. “our future together so we’ve decided to see other people.”

glances were shared of confusion and concern, and Bucky’s gaze stayed glued to the air. He really, really did not want to talk about this. it sends a cold and painful chill down him that aches.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tony shouted, still frustrated and mentally done with Bucky’s grief spared attitude. He just wanted you back at work and happy again or he’ll try choking out a supersoldier today.

“It means she broke up with me, okay?” Bucky choked out, not wanting to dwell on you anymore. 

“But why?”

Bucky groaned, “because we had a disagreement!”

“About what?” Tony shouts back, growing more and more frustrated as Bucky dodges the real question.

Bucky shot up, beginning to grow frustrated as well. He yelled, “I can't tell you if you're going to yell and look at me like a caged animal!”

“Okay, boys. Tony chill, Bucky - sit and just explain to me what happened." Natasha shot up and nudged herself in between the two, breaking up whatever brawl was going to happen.

Bucky was so drained mentally and depressed that he just plopped down and sat next to Natasha, Natasha gave bucky such a warm comfort he didn’t fight against it, he felt safe enough to talk about this with her (and maybe more if Sam, Steve or Wanda didn’t continue to stare down his neck as Bucky mustered up any words)

“I brought up our future… kids and marriage.” bucky started, “and we disagreed on a few things, and it sparked an argument. We both said some very hurtful things and we decided to end it, or at least a break.”

“Like officially breaking up?” Natasha asked.

Bucky wore the pain he felt on his face, he just missed you and felt speaking it out loud would give it a mouth, and then he really would never see you again. “I don’t know, maybe? We were too busy yelling at each other to figure that out.”

“Okay, “ Natasha breathed out, Sam and Wanda were quick to join the impromptu therapy session. Bucky was glad it was them rather than someone like Tony or Thor. The one time Thor gave Bucky relationship advice it was along the lines of having an orgy because “it builds trust and passion.” or something along the lines of that.

“Have you talked to her since?” Wanda asked, approaching the topic gently as he sat across bucky with soft and understanding eyes. Realizing he should have brought this up sooner with the group rather than his therapist, the girls came to him with a much more understanding and comforting approach.

Bucky shook his head shamefully, “the morning after the argument, she said she wanted space and to possibly seek out other people. Told me to explore other options.”

Everyone shared confused looks, either bucky was lying through his teeth or something really weird had gotten into you. None of this sounded like you, “what type of disagreement did you two have for her to come to that?'' Sam perked up.

“Um, well.” Bucky's head fell down as he fidgeted with a loose string on his shirt. “I brought up having kids, and other things like marriage and moving in together, but mostly kids. She didn't want it and I don't even know how the argument started but we were both really frustrated and tired and it did. By the end of it it seemed she practically gave up on us because our idea about the future looked different and now- now, I don't know how to fix it.”

Bucky's voice croaked a little toward the end, showing how absolutely hung up he was on the possibility of losing you. Since the gala he's known that you were it for him, the one secure thing he could come back to at the end of the day and you were stripped away from him so abruptly. 

It didn't help that fact Bucky was very adamant about having a family, since he technically doesn't have one anymore. Not blood anyways, so eventually retiring and starting a family was one of the most important things to him now that he was free.

“She did always says she wasn't going to have kids,” Tony mumbled under his breath, but Bucky heard it and it definitely did not help his mental state.

“Anyways, by the end of it - we both said very hurtful things and I don't think she wants to speak to me right now.” Bucky sighed.

“Did you apologize?

“She hasn't given me a chance to yet,” Bucky admitted, he tried to – not very well. But you've done more than enough to avoid it, it hit bucky in the chest like a spear. So far you were trying to transfer to San Diego and work for Pym. And everyone knew Hank would be more than pleased with the idea of that, so yes - it scared Bucky to death that he was slowly losing you.

Everyone sat silent for a moment, unsure of where to go from here as it seemed Bucky had hit a brick wall with you. Everyone knows how stubborn you can be.

“You are all a bunch of idiots.”

A low and raspy voice snarked from the doorway, and a blonde archer stood with a less than disappointed look as he leaned against the wall.

“How’d you get in here?” Tony perked up. 

Clint decided to ignore the questions, “you’re asking advice from a bunch of single people, a girl who's dating a literal toaster, and don't get me started on Pep and Tony's dynamic. I am the one happily married person with kids on this team.” 

Everyone was left dumbfounded as Clint continued his speech, striding in front of the slouched and sorrow-filled Bucky Barnes, leaning down with his hand on his knees to meet Bucky's face. 

“Do you love her?”

“Yes.” bucky quipped like it was second nature.

“Like, really, really love her. Like take a bullet for her or have to snake the drain every 2 weeks love her.”

Odd questions but Bucky already was snaking the drain frequently for you, for a doctor-engineer you were weirdly squeamish. And Bucky knew he'd step in front of a bullet for you with absolutely no thought, and that didn’t even scare him, as long as you were safe. 

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Clint's voice rose and fell stern, almost in a lecture-type voice he'd only heard from a mother. “Snap out of it, get off your ass, buy her flowers or something, and go get her. Because you are losing her every second you don't.”

“But I don't know how to fix it.'' Bucky realized he was starting to sound whiny and desperate now, but he felt it inside too. He was a complete mess, and Clint was going to shake it out of him one way or another.

“God, you really need help. How have you survived these two years.” Clint mutters, “you compromise! That's like 60% of keeping a long-term relationship. Communicate and compromise, if you love her that much you will do that.”

Bucky felt stupid now, but maybe he would have tried that out earlier if he had the chance. “But she's made it very clear she doesn't want to talk to me.”

“Doesn't matter, she's had three weeks of space and I'm sure the one thing she's waiting for is for you to seek her out.” Clint explains simply like he's gone through the situation before. “I don't care if she’s already found a new place in California, go to her and beg for forgiveness for whatever hurtful things you said and just. Talk.”

Bucky carded a hand through his brunette locks, his hair was getting grease from simply being too depressed to shower and letting his emotions out on the poor punching bag in the gym. He nodded slowly, hyping himself up in his head to do exactly what Clint was explaining. 

“Okay, I'll find her and talk.” was all bucky could say, he still had a lot of thinking to do.

“And shower first, please. You smell like a dog.”

Bucky just nodded. 

/

Three weeks ago.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to bring this up now, Bucky had just gotten back from a 2-week-long mission, and being stuck with a fake identity with Sam in Tokyo had made him beyond frustrated but equally happy to come home to you. Bucky didn't know it then, but you'd been working yourself to the wit's end after the new discovery of nanotech between you and tony. Many nights were spent up late and awake early, since Bucky wasn't there to drag you to bed and away from the lab.

But, It's been on Bucky's mind for a moment now, on the tip of his tongue every time he got a moment alone with you. And now as he sat across from you, the kitchen light shining down on you as you went through the new research on nanotech. Your eyebrows furrowed as you concentrated on the words, gently tugging at your bottom lip. Bucky let himself watch you for a moment before bringing up the topic that's hovered over him for the past couple of months.

“Baby?” he stared, your head perking up towards him.

“Hm?” you hummed, closing the file to put your full attention on bucky.

He fidgeted with his thumbs nervously under the table, licking his lips before starting. “We’ve been together for a while and I was just wondering about something…”

You instantly put on a defensive face, many assumptions swirled in your head about what he could be alluding to. Many things but all you knew is that it was going to be a hard conversation to have. “Yeah?”

“I was thinking about trying for kids, you know? If that's something your able to do…” Bucky spoke slowly and cautiously, this was the first time he’d seriously brought this up. Only a few jokes were shared about kids' names and how you'd raise your children, always lighthearted and mostly unserious.

You gulped, unsure of how to exactly approach this topic with bucky. You knew his stance on family and how important that was to him, “yeah, I can get pregnant. but, I'm not too sure about kids, buck.”

“Why not?” Bucky asked innocently, he didn't mean to sound pushy even if it may have translated like that towards you.

“I- I don't know, I just don't think that'd be good for us right now.” 

Bucky tried to bite his tongue, but that had never worked in the past, especially not now. “I think it'd be nice, you don’t want a mini us running around?”

In truth, you were beyond tired, you had been barely keeping your eyes open as you read. Your hazy mind was caught off guard by such a question, especially after work has been so hectic for each of you. Bucky was either away on a mission, or you'd be in the lab or flying out for research and meetings. Barely anytime for each other right now and suddenly, Bucky asking to start a family now?

Frustrated, you sighed. “I didn't say that - I know how important family and kids are to you but I just don't know if I can do that.”

“You don't have to agree because I want to, it's your body – you do what you want.” bucky shot back, growing equally frustrated, he started to regret the timing of this conversation but he opened the pandora's box and he wasn't sure how to close it now. “It was just a suggestion.”

The attitude and words left your mouth before you could even understand how harsh it was, but you were working with half a brain right now. “Well, it kinda feels like you're pressuring me into this, Bucky.” you huffed, abruptly getting up from your seat to put the files away. You'd had enough reading for the night.

“I'm not!” bucky quipped, almost instinctively following you around the apartment. “I just think we’ve been together long enough to seriously talk about our future.”

A headache began to grow and you just wanted to go to bed. “Well, I'm sorry but I can't give you the answers you're looking for, bucky.”

“I just wanted to at least talk about it together.'' Bucky pleaded, he was trying – at least. Yes, he was frustrated and equally tired but somewhere in his head was telling him to stop and finish this later, but maybe the desire of starting a family was too strong. 

He realized soon after he got his mind back that most of his bloodline was killed off by either the war or simply just died off by old age. He remembered the night he looked for nieces and nephews, hoping Becca got married and lived a good life. Only to find nothing and then truly realize he was alone at this time, Steve and you – sure. Maybe he was getting greedy but he wanted someone he could call real family.

But now he realized he shouldn't have pushed.

You threw your hand up, almost angry now as you shouted back. “I’m sorry, but I’m not 100 fucking years old and looking to reproduce right now!”

Bucky's face dropped, “really? You have to bring that shit into it.”

“Yes, because I have other things to be focusing on right now,” you yelled back.

“Like what?” Bucky argued back.

“My job!” you shouted like it was completely obvious, which it sort of was, and that made you even more angry that bucky couldn't see that.

“y/n, your net worth is nearing eight fucking figures! It's not like you're going to starve anytime soon!” Maybe Bucky was bitter, for many reasons. Growing up poor, and the feeling that sometimes you pay more attention to your work than bucky. “What about us?”

You stood back, mouth gaped and utterly taken off guard by bucky. Narrowing your eyes at him, “really? I cannot believe you actually said that.”

“I'm serious. I feel like I've been left in the dark recently and just want to know the endgame with us.” 

“Okay,” you snarked, “we finish this conversation and you figure out I can't give you what you want? What happened then?”

“I don't know but-”

You quickly cut him off, bitterness dripped from your words and your head grew hot from anger. “You find out I can’t give you kids, or marriage or I don’t turn into a 1940s fucking trad wife you expect out of me. What then? You gonna go find someone else?”

“I don't expect any of that out of you! And I don't want anyone else but you.” Bucky shouted, his hands shaking with nerves and anger at your jabs at him. Never expect you to bring up his more than unfortunate past. “Do you want that?”

“At this point, maybe! Because what's the purpose if I can't give you a life you're happy with?” you choked out and the fear that washed over Bucky was unreal, if what you're alluding to is true. 

Bucky's face scrunched up in anger, and confusion and his heart pounded in his chest and threatened to break. “Really? Are you really saying we need to end this?”

“I'm not going to continue a relationship if either one of us is unhappy, no amount of love can fix that crack, bucky.”

Bucky's breath hitched and he can only assume that his heart has broken now. He's been a hopeless romantic since his first crush in elementary. So the words coming from you hit him like a train - and he is not a fan of trains – and caused tears to threaten to spill as he bit back any further hurtful words. 

But the damn was broken and both tears and his words came out with no stopping, he scoffed. “It's great to know how much faith you have in us.” sarcasm and anger dripped from his words and equally hit each other like a knife. 

“Bucky–”

“No,” he croaked out, hurt and defeated by this argument. “I can't do this right now, I'm sleeping on the couch and we can talk about this tomorrow.”

Bucky didn't want to end it like this, you've had arguments before but never like this. Always fixing it before you could leave the room, never leaving words unsaid or arguments hanging unresolved. You two have never gone to bed angry with each other or worse – separated. 

And you let him snatch his pillow from your bed and leave the room, despite the urge to pipe up and ask to stay. But you were stubborn and held grudges, it was a well-known fact and one bucky had too. Which was the last way each of you needed to be acting right now.

Because as each of you woke, the tension in the air was thick and hurt like a fire. Bucky stayed in the kitchen making food for both of you and kicking himself as he heard you successfully avoid him for half of the morning by taking your sweet time getting ready.

It hit bucky like a knife when you shamefully stared him down, arms crossed and jaw clenched. Telling him that this was it and to see other people, he choked on the swarming thoughts and just held his tongue and nodded. Frozen in fear of actually losing you, unable to stop you from walking out the door and going to work.

You had the final word and Bucky cursed to himself as he left the apartment for what he thought would be the last time.

/

“I don't know. Hope.” you sighed, balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear. “I said some mean stuff, and buck wants a kid but I just can't do that right now.”

“I know, but are you really going to separate because of it? Not to be mean, but that seems pretty dramatic.” hope scoffed, slightly distorted as she spoke from the other line.

“He deserves a good and happy life though, after everything he's gone through. If kids and marriage and the white picket fence thing are what he needs, I just can't give him that.” you sighed, “I tried to go on a date with an old classmate, and he tried to kiss me. I felt like I was cheating somehow. I just kept thinking about Bucky.”

“Isn't that like a perfect sign to talk to him?”

“Maybe.” you sighed.

The past few weeks have been a little less than torture, bearable if you threw yourself into work but that also meant going to the compound where you would most definitely run into bucky. This is the last thing you need if you were trying to move on for him, it's for the better – you'd tell yourself at night when you were close to just calling him because you miss falling asleep in his arms. 

Work and money have been the top priority in your life since you got your first job working at a car garage at 15. It wasn't stopped anytime soon and the way bucky spoke made you feel as if he expected you to stop that for him. Which sounds selfish, yeah – but you knew how men thought back in the 40s and you were the farthest thing from that. Your mistake for thinking bucky would understand.

“Well, you know my dads been trying to steal you from Stark for years now so if you need that much space you have a job over here.” Hope offered, referring to moving to San Diego. You lived near the area for a while after college, you didn't like the hot weather and slowness of the city but stayed for work. It would be a sure way to stay away from Bucky and maybe get over him, but that commitment and sureness of it being all over scare you.

“Maybe, I'll think about it.” you rubbed your hand on your neck to soothe your anxiety and nerves, the thought of bucky recently had done nothing besides spring tears in your eyes.

Ding!

The doorbell rings through the apartment and snaps you out of your self-wallowing thoughts. “Hey, hope. I'll call you back.”

“Sure, y/n. Just send me a text if you want the position here, it's open to you anytime you want it.” Hope reassures. 

“Mkay, bye.” you bid your goodbyes and quickly hung up, taking a deep breath as you set your phone down on your bed. Your feed padded as you went for your front door, and whoever was waiting patiently behind it. You hoped it was your new self-indulgent purchase from Prada.

You experience something short of whiplash when you swung open the door, your mouth gapes and you swear you stopped breathing. Definitely not Prada.

Bucky had somewhat planned this appearance, with the help of Clint. He shaved a little, but not full because he knew you liked him with stubbled. His long hair was tucked behind his ears neatly and he wore that one blue sweater you bought him, your favorite. Bucky held your favorite flowers in one hand, a bouquet the size of your head by two. And in the other, if your nose was correct, your favorite food.

Oh, he's good, too good. 

You both stood awkwardly in front of each other, Bucky had to restrain himself from either bursting into tears or dropping everything to hug you as if his life depended on it. 

“Can we talk?” is what he settled on.

You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously, going over your options quickly. But everything in you was telling you to bring him in and never let go, despite how much it hurt. “Using my favorite food against me is cold, sarge.”

Bucky's heart ached and leaped at the nickname, being deprived of your sweet words for weeks did something to him. With a cheeky grin, he held up the pack. “Spicy Thai soup with shrimp. Just for you.”

It was way too hard to be mad at him when he was so attentive and so good-looking.

“Come in.” you sighed and moved out of the way to let him in. 

hesitantly, keeping you at arm's length as he walked in and set the food and flowers on the island. You watched him intensely, he kept his gaze away and bit his cheek. You settled down on a bar stool and watched as he found an empty vase in the pantry.

 With no words shared Bucky cut the ends and put the flowers in a vase of water to be displayed. A routine he knew by heart, getting flowers every week or so was normal and you didn’t realize how much you missed it until now.

You gritted your teeth, shame swelled in your stomach for pushing him away so aggressively, someone who loved so fiercely. You felt like you were going to hurl when his gaze met yours, he looked so sad. 

Looking down at the counter, not moving an itch. “I'm sorry for using the fact you're 100 years old against you.”

The phrase was so comedic and stupid that Bucky couldn't help but stifle a small laugh, it worked in his favor when he saw you bite back a small grin. How could he stay away this long? 

“I think it's actually 102 or 103, I lost count after 90,” he mentions, but you looked at him and his face fell seriously. “And I'm sorry for pressuring you to have kids, that wasn't my intention.”

You nodded, “I'll have kids with you, I want to. Just not right now.”

Bucksy face lit up and nothing could stop you from swooning over him now, biting back a grin as he spoke. “Really? I'm serious, you don't have to go through that just to please me.”

“I want to, I really do,” you reassured, taking deep breaths. “There's just so much going on right now and I panicked because it felt like you were asking that of me now, and I'm sorry for working so much and pushing you–”

Bucky sprung up with a more than sympathetic face and he cut you off by holding your jaw in his hands. You forgot how warm and welcoming his embrace was, you almost collapsed into him there. “Hey, don't apologize for being the badass, genius, hard-working woman you are.” he spoke with an adoring grin, “I shouldn't have put that against you.”

“No but you’re right, I've been putting Stark industries and my projects before you and I shouldn't be doing that.” you leaned farther into his touch. Chasing his comfort, bucky just smiled down at you because he missed this too much, being starved of you is high on his list of torture tactics. “And you are right about needing to talk about our future, it's just that…”

You trailed off, avoiding bucky’s eye contact again and nipping at your bottom lips from nerves. Bucky was quick to run a thumb across your lips to stop you and get your attention once more. His voice was unbelievably gentle and soft, “What is it? Come on, let's talk.”

“I know I don't talk about my family but my mom was a lot like me, you know? Workaholic, always trying to rack up the digits on her paycheck, lavish and indulgent lifestyle,” you explained and bucky was so attentive to your words - it took everything to not kiss him right there. You exhaled a shaky breath, “but then she met my dad and had me and she kinda stopped all of that. Stayed at home and got a small part-time job, letting my dad bring in all the money and there's nothing wrong with that! I could just tell she was miserable like that but kept at it because it was what my dad wanted.”

“Oh.” Bucky sighed, urging you to continue.

“And I think I took your words the wrong way that night and got scared of ending up like her, I know you wouldn't do that but I panicked and pushed you away because of it.” you finished and let your eyes travel to your lap, but bucky was having none of it as he urged you to look him in the eye. 

“Hey, I forgive you and I'm sorry for scaring you like that, but it's important to me that you know I wouldn't force that lifestyle on you.” bucky smiled, a tease to the end of his next words. “If anything, I'm trying to be a stay-at-home dad and live off your paycheck.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his statement, a smile growing from ear to ear. All the past emotions rushed out of you as a few happy-sad tears sprung to your eyes, chasing his embrace when you pulled him close and hid in the crook of his neck. Oh, how you missed his smell, “I love you, James.”

Bucky handheld your back as he pulled you even closer, he felt warmer than ever and smiled to himself. “I love you too.”

You stayed tucked in Bucky's arms for a while, you missed him too much to pull away right away. Bucky’s hand caressed your back as he soaked up your touch. Mumbling into his shoulder, “let's try not to fight over something stupid again and actually talk.”

“Agreed.” bucky nodded to himself, slowly pulling you back to peck your cheek. A mischievous grin fell on his lips that made you quirk an eyebrow.

“What is it?”

Bucky pursed his lips, “so no babies right now, correct?”

“Correct.”

“Okay,” he hummed, his hands falling to your waist and pulling you against him. “Then let's just practice for when we want to, yeah?”

“Bucky!”

/

Bucky's phone began to ring annoyingly from beside him, somewhere hidden in the couch cracks. Gently reaching over to grab it, not moving too much so he doesn't wake the sleeping beauty on his lap. 

After catching up on about 3 weeks of sex, a few rounds on the kitchen counter, and a few more on the couch. You both ended up half-naked and heating up the now-cold Thai food. Bucky was surprised it didn’t get knocked to the ground when he quite literally bend you over and fucked you hard on the counters. You both settled warmingly onto the couch and begged Bucky to watch Pixar movies, and of course, he couldn't say no. 

It was dark now and empty containers of food littered around the coffee table, getting fucked good and hot food sure can wear a girl out as you fell asleep on Bucky. probably the best sleep you've gotten since the fight. 

Steve was calling, definitely to check up on the talks. Bucky glanced back down at you before pressing accept, still sound asleep and slightly snoring. Bucky put the phone to his ear.

“So, how'd it go?” Steve asked.

Bucky wore a warm smile when he replied, gaze not leaving you. “Good, really good. We talked it out and it mostly boiled down to miscommunication.” 

“Just talked or?” Steve teased, something bucky wondered if the blonde could read his mind.

“Oh, zip it,” Bucky said, a chuckle coming from the other line. “I don't want to wake her, so I'll call you tomorrow?”

“Alright, don't get yourself into any more trouble.” 

“Don't plan on it, pal.'' Bucky bid his goodbyes to Steve and hung the phone up, throwing it to the side.

Bucky knew he had to wake you and get you into bed, clean up the apartment, and slip under the covers close to you. But for now, he was just enjoying the safety he felt with you in his arms, and not alone in the compound with you in California. It was more than true that you were it for him, and after getting a taste of what it was like to lose you. 

Well, he'd be damned if anything got in between you two now.

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[icegirl03]

Holiday/Hotel Blurb

Bradley Bradshaw x reader

Summary: The dagger squad decided to take a one week holiday. This will be the first time that Roo will see you wearing something other than your flight suit. But things will get heated after a truth or dare game.

This could be a possible series?

Warnings: swearing? Drinking,slightest angst if you squint your eyes.

You were having a coffee while standing on the balcony of your shared hotel room together with Natasha and Penny when you saw Bradley's bronco parked in front of the hotel building,soon to be followed by Fanboys car. Jake and Mav were with Bradley as they get out and carry some boxes of alcohol to their hotel room.

Jake knocked on your door,and since Natasha was in the shower and Penny was drying her hair you opened the door. You totally forgot you were wearing only a shirt and very short shorts, your hair was down,which was something new from the military bun.

"Hey there pretty ladies" Jake smirked and his southern accent showing off "We have just arrived,if you want us we will be on the suite in front of you." He winked.

The guys got the suite since all of you would gather later into the night to drink and join their room. The suite had two queen sized beds and two normal ones.

"Should we come over around 10 Bangman??"

"It's Hangman darling, and yeah I think that's good"

"Like it matters" you rolled your eyes when you notice Bradley standing behind Jake.

"Cat got your tongue?" You tease him. Usually he always teases back but this time he just shook his head and went to his shared room.

Jake cleared his throat and removed his arms from the doorframe.

Before you closed the door you heard Bradley tell Jake something along the lines of "I can't believe I saw her like that, her hair looked so nice"

You just giggled and locked the door,you turned around to see Nat and Penny staring at you with a smirk.

"Don't look at me like that. You were both busy so I had to open the door. I totally forgot what I was wearing"

"Yeah well you better think what you will wear for tonight" Nat chuckled as she was trying on different shirts.

You open your suitcase just to find a hawaiian shirt,which was definitely not yours,but you were sure it smelled like someone's cologne who's very familiar to you.

"Shit,our clothes must have been mixed up" even though you were kinda glad this happened.

"Maybe you just found out what to wear" Penny grinned.

"UM,NO" you almost screamed at the thought of you wearing his shirt. His precious hawaiian shirt.

-------------fast forward 10:00-----------------

You showed up in a short tank top and shorts, and on top of you, of course,Bradley's shirt.

The suite was absolutely amazing, the beds were so big and the room had a jacuzzi inside. The guys were waiting for you and the girls, while Maverick was putting some alcohol bottles on the table, Penny went to kiss him, meanwhile you and Nat just joined the rest of the guys.

Bradley was absolutely speechless.

"Cat got your tongue Bradshaw?"

You teasingly ask.

He swallows hard,his eyes not leaving your body.

"Not just my tongue,seems like this cat got my shirt too" he has a grin on his face.

Your cheeks redden and you take the shirt off. "Yeah sorry,found this in my bag,maybe it got mixed up so I thought I'd surprise you."

"You surprised all of us darling, never knew your hair was this long" Jake commented. He was wearing a white shirt and grey shorts, while Brad was wearing a black tight shirt and grey sweatpants. Honestly made you look twice at him.

It was refreshing not yo see each other in uniform the whole time.

"Hey are we drinking or not?" Mav joined all of you.

"Shit yeah,pass me a beer" you grab a beer and give it to Nat,also grabbing one for yourself too.

"Hey Y/N take a seat", Coyote said,petting the bed he was supposed to sleep tonight. You gladly sat together with Nat and him,Bradley and Jake sitting on the other bed while the rest were talking about something.

Bradley wished you were sitting on his bed instead but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Say why don't we play a game,maybe truth or dare" Bob said.

"Oh come on, I haven't played that since I was 16" you scoff,hoping the rest would agree. You knew things would get heated and they would ask all types of questions.

"No I think its a great idea,let's have some fun shall we?" Jake said as you all got into a circle, Rooster in front of you.

The bottle spins,ends on Rooster. Jake has to ask the question.

"Hey Rooster,I'll go easy on you. Which one of these pretty ladies you'd rather kiss? If you don't answer you'll have to take two shots"

Bradley took a deep breath and suddenly all eyes were on you. Bradley was looking at you in a way you never felt before. Almost with hungry eyes he took the glass and put it to his lips,taking the shot,not breaking eye contact the whole time. You had shivers up your spine. The silence broke when he smashed the glass down on the table again.

Fanboy cleared his throat,continuing the game,the rest of the questions didn't matter,what you noticed was Bradley's eyes on you the whole time.

Until it was your turn. Penny had to ask you.

"Y/N, is there someone you prefer out of this group? Someone you like,or maybe even love?" She had a huge smile growing on her face. You blushed hard,feeling everyone staring at you.

You took the courage to say

"No,I don't like anyone"

Bradley got up furiously and left the room,slamming the door. Where the hell did he go?

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Should I make a part 2? :")

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Feel free to request and I hope you like this one! ❤️❤️

[didhewinkback]

bestie just randomly thought about reader's thoughts on lhh like I'm guessing she truly loved it and maybe braided his hair and stuff?

oh babe 100000% i alluded to it so briefly in parts 4 & 5 (like 3 sentences blink and you'll miss them) but will elaborate here

and by elaborate i mean write 3 baby blurbs bc i simply could not help myself

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he spent so much time in la and malibu after the band took a break, absolutely soaking up his newfound freedom and the fame that came with it, that you rarely saw him but he was sure to spend as much time as possible with you whenever he was back in london, which found you here, just the two of you and the weed you nicked from Roxy's stash lounging in the living room in your flat. You leaned back against the couch, your assignments for the week long forgotten, relishing in the warmth from the weed and the way your knee brushed against his thigh.

You rolled your head along the back of the couch to look at him, the way his cheekbones stood out when he inhaled. He looked good. He always did, but there was something about the way he carried himself with this hair, the way it looked when he pulled it back into a bun like he had now, illuminating all his best features, making it impossible to look away from his face. He had somehow grown since you last seen him, filled out more too, looking more like a man than the boy you had grown up with, something that made your heart absolutely gallop in your chest.

"I've got an idea," you said, your mouth feeling drier than normal as you spoke for the first time in ages. He put the bowl down on the table and turned to you, his half lidded eyes gleaming at you.

"You should let me braid your hair." you continued.

"What?" he asked incredulously." "Fuck no."

"Think it'd be fun," you said. "You'd look fit."

"Think so?" he snorted, his eyebrows shooting up as you blushed, silently cursing the weed for loosening your lips. Ah, well. Whatever it takes to get your way.

"Only one way to find out."

"Alright then," he says, his hands languidly coming up to take down his bun, shaking out his long locks. "How do y' want me?"

It took some coordination but you eventually found yourself sitting cross legged on the couch as he laid his head in your lap, his long legs hanging off the arm of the couch. You ran your fingers through his hair, goosebumps lining your arms when he groaned in appreciation.

"Feels nice," he murmured softly, eyes fluttering closed as you began to braid, fingers mindlessly following patterns you taught yourself ages ago.

"You're so gonna fall asleep," you said with a laugh.

"'m not," he said stubbornly, though the way his speech slurred and breath deepened betrayed his words. "Wan' to hang out with you. Haven't been around -"

"Been busy though, yeah? You don't have to -"

"s gonna be different now, I promise. Won't be like before." he said, his brow furrowing as he tried to get his words out through his slurred speech. "Gonna be around more -"

"Not sure about that," you say, smile growing on your face. "We don't have many yachts in London."

"Nooooo," he groaned, blush spreading across his face before he brought his hands up to cover it, hiding his face in his hands. "Y' promised."

"Did no such thing," you say, unable to contain your giggles, laughing so hard he has no choice to join.

"Gonna get you back for that," he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'd like to see you try," you say as he hums, a comfortable silence falling over you as you continue your handiwork, living for the way that no matter how much changes between you two, you'll always have this. You'll always have each other.

---

i mean you really liked it, after getting a vague text from him "you should watch corden if you want to see me do something really stupid" you stayed up to watch, only to feel like every nerve ending was on fire, staring enraptured at how he looked getting tattooed, the wooziness of his eyes, the cockiness of how he was sat, legs spread wide with that irresistible smirk on his face and found yourself falling asleep later with fantasies whirling through her mind, dreaming of being there with him, sat on his lap as he mumbled "pull my hair, love" into the skin of your neck as you rolled her hips against his. "tha's it, love. fuck the pain away," he groaned, his big hands sliding down your hips to help their roll against his as their lips crashed into each other. you woke up in a cold sweat, absolutely soaked, and completely unable to look him in the eye any time he brought up that tattoo, trying your best to seem unaffected, desperately hoping he wouldn't see right through you.

---

You stood next to his mum and Gemma when he was about to cut it off, keeping the conversation light to ease his nerves about the whole ordeal.

"Actually -" he said, causing Lou to pause when her hands reached for the scissors. "Do y' want to do it?"

"Me? Cut it?" you asked in disbelief.

"Just the chop, let the professional do the rest." he said and Lou snorted, handing you the scissors.

"Could get you extra points with the boss," he said, alluding to the fact that he was donating it to the company you were interning for, but there was something else behind his eyes. Like the time he took the bandana out of his hair for the first time, letting his longer hair fall for the first time, a moment of self consciousness so rare for the lad who had girls screaming his name at every turn.

"Yeah, I'll do it," you said, stepping behind him, squeezing his shoulder as you quietly murmur. "It's gonna look great."

You take the braid in your hands, trying to ignore the slight tremor as your palms begin to sweat.

"Hang on, are you only asking me so you have someone to blame if it goes all wonky?" you asked and he honked out a laugh, his shoulders relaxing from the tension they held despite his best efforts to conceal it.

"Caught me there," he said before locking eyes with you in the mirror, quietly murmuring "I trust you."

You smile back at him, lift the scissors and cut. End of an era.

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[weekendpassrevoked]

Easy's Songbird - Chapter Four

Camp Toccoa, Georgia, February 25th, 1942

Thankfully, Georgia wasn’t remotely far from Orlando and her train ride didn’t last too long, even with all the stops. On the other hand, the ride not being too long left her with no time to properly put herself together and mentally prepare herself after her departure. She fiddled around with her skirt, hoping nothing was askew. 

It was early afternoon when the train finally reached Camp Toccoa. Isabella had to step onto the chair to properly reach for her bag and she stepped off the train when she managed to juggle her bag and kimono box without falling on her face. She looked back to the train when it began to speed away, realizing her last way home was leaving. This was it.

Her letter from D.C hadn’t really given her any instructions besides reporting to Camp Toccoa before the deadline, so she had to use her wits to really figure out how the hell she was actually going to get there once she was off the train. Based on what common sense and her experience told her, the logical thing was to get to Toccoa and report to the CP to whoever the hell was top dog, but she had one problem.

Exactly where the hell is Camp Toccoa?

After looking around like a lost dog for a while and finding a bench, she managed to find the train station office and ask for directions, something she was quite embarrassed about considering she was in uniform and relatively shy. Luck wasn’t on her side once she realized walking to camp was useless with how far it was from the station, so she had to borrow the office phone to call camp. 

After being told a runner would be sent to get her, she returned to her bench. She didn’t know how long it would take the runner to arrive, so she got to writing in her journal as a distraction. 

February 27th, 1942

Toccoa, Georgia

Dear Diary (?),

I’ve never actually done something like this, so I’m not sure how it works. Hopefully I’ll get the hang of it soon so it isn’t as awkward. I’ve arrived at the train station safely after tearfully departing home and am waiting for a runner to pick me up and escort me to camp. You would think the Army would prevent something as silly as this from happening, but I guess not. 

The uniform is uncomfortable, and I’m hoping I won’t have to wear it every day like the normal nurses do. It would be quite the inconvenience to jump into war with a skirt (especially one as tight as this). My hair is too tight in this bun and my feet are killing me in these heels. I have yet to meet any of the men I will be working with, but my instincts tell me it won’t end well. Hopefully, they’ll be able to warm up to me, if not this war will be nothing more than twice as miserable than it already is. 

I miss home already, although Georgia isn’t as different as I’d imagined. The air is still as hot and humid as it is at home, and nature is almost identical. Although Georgia has hills and mountains and that isn’t anything we really got back at home. Maybe it’ll snow here at the end of the year? I’ve never seen snow before, maybe I’ll have something to look forward to while I’m here. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to write some songs here when I have the time too, just like I usually do. Maybe that’ll help liven this journal up more. Who knows?

Her writing was interrupted when she felt someone sit next to her. Not trying to be rude, she pretended to think about what she was writing and discretely looked over and she saw what she thinks is the most attractive man she’s ever had the honor to look at. 

He was relatively tall, with clean cut black hair and hazel eyes. He was also wearing an Army uniform and she froze when she saw his rank. 

‘Oh shit, this is a Lieutenant!’

Quickly snapping her eyes back to her journal, she hoped that the heat she felt on her face wasn’t noticeable. She cannot be getting silly crushes on commanding officers before she even made it to her first day of training, absolutely not. She would not be accused of fraternizing before she even started. 

She continued hastily writing in her book, trying to distract herself from the very attractive man that God decided to put next to her. Maybe He was torturing her for being too ambitious? After what felt like forever, she heard someone quickly walking towards the bench. Looking up when she noticed their feet stop in front of her, she saw another soldier saluting at her. 

‘Saluting the Lieutenant next to me is more like it.’

The man saluting quickly looked over at her. “Private Vega?”

Nodding, she replied. “Yes sir, that’s me.”

He looked over at the Lieutenant, maybe he also was going to camp?

“Lieutenant Speirs?”

The Lieutenant nodded, not saying a word. 

The soldier introduced himself as the runner, a Sergeant Evans, and quickly took them to the jeep that would take them all to Camp Toccoa. Isabella was thankful her bag wasn’t incredibly heavy. She was used to heavy things from working at the farm, but overpacking was unnecessary and being unable to handle her own luggage would’ve been embarrassing. Sergeant Evans helped her put the bag in the back and offered to take her box, but she insisted she would take it herself. As she approached the door of the jeep, the Lieutenant, Speirs if she remembered correctly, opened it for her and allowed her to go first. Quickly thanking him, she shuffled inside and sat down in the back while Evans and Speirs sat in the front. 

The air was awkward, and it was obvious both men were confused as to why there was a woman going to Camp Toccoa, but she didn’t have permission to tell either of them why and it seemed they weren’t going to ask her about it, so they all stayed quiet on the drive to camp.

‘Dear God, just kill me now.’

She messed around with the cardboard corner of her box, hoping the drive would go by quickly and she would be able to get out of this situation. Her hope for her time at Toccoa was diminishing rapidly, and she needed to get this introduction over with before she combusted from how nervous she was. 

After a while, the jeep finally came to a stop, signaling their arrival to camp. She silently did a Hail Mary in her head thanking the fact she didn’t need to explain her presence to the two men with her. She didn’t need to be shot before her first day even started. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t her first rodeo at a military base. In fact, she had been to plenty of them growing up after her brother had become an officer in the Coast Guard. She had always found them interesting and even enjoyed being in them, but this was completely different. She didn’t have Michel with her making sure she was okay, and neither did she have mama and papa to get her out of trouble. She was on her own this time. ‘Fuck’.

She heard Sergeant Evans clear his throat, obviously wanting her attention. Looking over, he quickly nodded at her before speaking. 

“Lieutenant Speirs, I’ve been ordered to take the Private to headquarters. I trust you’ll be alright on your own?”

Speirs nodded back and Evans and her quickly left him behind as they walked away.

Her hands went numb from anxiety and she tried to discreetly wipe them on her skirt on the way. It hadn’t been the first time she’d heard of Colonel Sink, based on what her family’s military friends said, he was a lot like her father. Her father was kind, but would be incredibly strict when need be. Along with the elephant in the room, he likely wasn’t happy with this arrangement forced onto his regiment. She didn’t know what to expect.

They quickly arrived at headquarters and Evans gave her a quick farewell after dropping her off in front of Colonel Sink’s office. She sat down as she waited, constantly looking over at the clock on the wall. After around 15 minutes, she heard a voice call her from inside the office, and she took a deep breath in before she turned the doorknob. 

Inside she saw four men; one behind a large desk who she assumed was Colonel Sink, a tall redhead, a tall brunette with a very displeased look on his face, and a man with a strange 5 o’clock shadow going on. Realizing she was in the presence of people of (obvious) higher rank than her, she quickly put her things down next to her and saluted. It might’ve been her first day, but she wasn’t going to let herself look like a fool, so she did what she did best. Studied the night before.

She stiffly stood there for what felt like forever before Colonel Sink told her she could stop. Silently letting out a sigh of relief, she relaxed, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“Well, you must be Private Vega, I assume?”

Stopping herself from laughing, she quickly replied.

“Yes sir, that would be me.”

‘Who else would be crazy enough to do this? Of course I’m Private Vega!’

But she didn’t need her inner thoughts to get her in trouble, so they stayed thoughts and not real words. 

Colonel Sink stood up, hand reaching across his desk, eyes bright with excitement.

“Nice to meet you Private, I’ve heard lots of things about you.”

She flushed as she shook his hand, what the hell had D.C told him?

“Likewise sir. I hope they were all good things.”

He sat back down, continuing his speech.

“Now Private, I’m sure you’re aware why you’re here and not in a hospital with your fellow women.”

She nodded, fingers twitching at her sides.

“Project Blitz is a classified program that is not to leave beyond the walls of this camp unless you’re given prior authorization or unless the military decides it to be needed. Do you understand this?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Now, as you know, you will be placed into one of the companies as their medic and train with them to jump into enemy territory. Considering you’re here, I’m sure you’re well aware of the risk and have accepted it. The reason you’ve been chosen for this important experiment is because the U.S War Department has decided that your background and intellectual capacity would be most suitable for this position. Despite this, you will not be given any special treatment. You will be treated exactly how the men will, do you understand?”

What would happen if she said no? She already knew too much, she nodded back. 

‘I do not need to get shot and if I am it better not be on American soil by an American firing squad.’

“Yes sir, I don’t expect anything different from what the men experience.”

He smiled before his eyes turned dark and the air turned cold.

“Private Vega, I have been informed that you have a direct connection to people of Japanese descent. Now, I hope that I won’t hear of anything even remotely insinuating that you are conspiring with the enemy. Is that right?”

A shiver went down her spine, she hadn’t even considered how her connection with Maya would affect her time in the military. ‘Idiot. It should’ve been the first thing you thought of!’

“Of course not sir. My connection is purely familial and has no connections with anyone outside of United States territory. All things of Japanese relation are due to my familial connection and upbringing with those of Japanese descent and are not related to anything performed by the Japanese last year, sir.”

Colonel Sink hummed in reply.

“I’m guessing you know Japanese then?”

“That’s correct sir. But I know many other languages as well.”

“Interesting. Well, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way and taken care of, let me introduce you to the men beside me.”

She sighed. ‘About damn time.’

“These gentlemen here will be your commanding officers. These are Lieutenants Sobel and Winters, who you will be working with most consistently. And this is Lieutenant Nixon, our intelligence officer. They’ll be making sure you’re doing everything you’re supposed to, and you can report to them if anything is gone askew.”

She quickly shook hands with Winters and Nixon, but Sobel didn’t accept and she quickly put her hand down in embarrassment. ‘Jerk.’

“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you, I will be in your care.”

After introductions were done, Colonel Sink quickly went over the ground rules of her stay.

“You will be sleeping in the same barracks as the men, since you will not be receiving any special treatment out on the field. But, you will have a specified time you can use the showers and a bathroom stall reserved for just your use. Besides this, you will not be any different from the men. You will do just as they do, and I better not hear of any inappropriate business either.”

‘Dear God, just what did these people think of her?’

“Understood sir.”

“Lieutenant Winters will escort you to get your OD’s and to the barracks. We’ll let you get settled in for today and tomorrow shall be your first day of training. It was a pleasure meeting you, Private Vega, I have great expectations for you.”

She saluted and replied.

”Thank you sir, I’ll try my hardest to meet them.”

Quickly grabbing her things, she hurried out to catch up with the Lieutenants. She didn’t need to be slowing people down. As she walked outside, she found Winters and Nixon waiting for her, but no Sobel to be found.

“Hello, thank you for waiting for me.”

Winters smiled in return. 

“It’s no problem. Let’s get your OD’s and we’ll take you to the barracks.”

As the three of them walked together, she found herself itching to ask the question bouncing around in her head.

“Um, excuse me Lieutenants, but is there a reason Lieutenant Sobel doesn’t seem to like me?”

There was a very obvious reason why, but she needed to make small talk or else her time here was going to be hell. Surprisingly, it had been Nixon to reply this time.

He laughed, surprising her.

“Don’t worry, he’s like that with everyone, not only you. I’d recommend you get used to it quickly.”

‘Wonderful.’

They arrived at a small building where they led her inside and allowed her to find the best fitting OD’s and jump boots while waiting for her outside. Quickly looking over and deciding a men’s small would do, she took some time to recollect herself. 

‘Take a deep breath and relax. This isn’t even the hardest part.’

Just what would her mama say if she saw her so frazzled? 

Meeting up with Winters and Nixon again, they started telling her about Easy Company.

“All the men at camp have been informed of your arrival, but your responsibilities mainly lie with Easy Company. You’ll be a part of Second Platoon, under my command. Now, despite Colonel Sink speaking with the men beforehand, I can’t assure that nothing will happen. So I hope you’ll come to me if need be.”

She nods back, appreciating the gesture.

Eventually, Nixon speaks up again, this time with his own question.

“So. What’s in the box?”

Caught off guard, she hastily answers back.

“Oh! It was a gift from my family, my birthday was yesterday and it’s very important to me so I brought it with me.”

“Hmm. What exactly is it though?”

‘Oh shit.’

“Nix, maybe she just doesn’t want to tell you.”

“Oh no! It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting him to ask me. It’s a kimono my brother and his wife got made for me. It’s worn for special occasions, I promised my brother’s wife I would bring it just in case.”

“A kimono, huh?”

A silence grew over them, and she started panicking.

“I can mail it back if I can’t have it! I promise I didn’t kn-”

Winters interrupted her halfway through.

“It’s alright. Just make sure Lieutenant Sobel doesn’t see it. He’ll probably try to ruin it if he does.”

Gratitude flowed through her, and she grinned back.

“Thank you sir! I promise to hide it real well so no one can find it!”

A comfortable silence fell over them this time, until Winters broke it again. 

“So uh, what exactly is a kimono?”

Nixon laughed loudly, and Isabella had to turn her head to the side to prevent him from seeing her laugh too. 

And that’s when she realized.

‘Maybe I’ll be just fine.’