#then i counted it up and realized i gave them 2k last month

[dead-or-unalive]

Me: loans family several hundred dollars a month

Me: “why are my savings so low?? I must just be awful and stupid with money 😔”

[masonmontz]

hellooo everyone :) hope you like it

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

fluff (smut, but just talking) word count: 2k

“Mason, what the heck is Lewis doing here??” You asked when you saw his brother walking towards the two of you. You were at the airport waiting for the car that would take you to the villa. Mason organized your vacation and it would be a great summer in Greece, you've never been there and Mason promised he'd take you. 

The plans are to spend ten days in Greece and another ten days in Italy, then return home to enjoy the last few days lazily in bed. You know that his family already went on vacation three days ago, but you realized that he never mentioned their destination.

“Well, he's on vacation, just like us.” 

“Alright, maybe you forgot to mention that it's a family trip?” You asked him in an angry voice, and he gulped seeing that you don't like it. “Why didn't you tell me anything?”

“Y/N, please, don’t be like that.” He cupped your face, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “That's why I didn't say anything, you would never come if you knew.” 

“It's because I don't want to disturb your family trip, I feel like an intruder.” 

“Don’t say that, you are my girlfriend now and they can wait to meet you.” He gave you a smile and a kiss on the forehead. “And now you’re part of the family too.” 

“Hey guys, finally.” Lewis arrived excited and you immediately hugged him. You've known him for a few months now but have avoided meeting the rest of Mason's family. What if they don’t like you? You would rather die. Definitely. “Everyone is excited to meet you, Y/N.” 

“Did you tell them I was coming?” You asked Mason, pretending to cry. 

“My mom is excited to meet you and she wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't bring you.” He said as he takes your bags, then Lewis leads you to the car.

“The kids are excited to play with Uncle Masey.” You couldn't help but smile hearing that. Mason was totally in love with his nephew and nieces and you knew he missed them all because he talked about the kids to you all the time. 

“I miss them all.” 

You were nervous, your hands were sweating and shaking and your heart was racing. The way to the villa wasn't long and you talked a lot while you didn't get there, but as soon as the car stopped, you felt your stomach hurt with anxiety. You've met other boyfriends' families before, but it was the first time you wanted them to like you. With others, you didn't care if their mothers liked you, even if they all did in the end.

Mason got out of the car and helped you out, while Lewis took off your bags and set them aside. You heard the kids laughing and playing and you heard the sound of someone jumping into the pool. 

“Hey, they will love you as much as I do, don't be nervous.” Mason said to you as Lewis went up the stairs to the house. He holds your hand and squeezes, leaving a kiss on your palm, pulling you in for a kiss afterwards. “Summer is already in love with you and she doesn't even know you.” 

“I can't help it.” You said and hugged him, placing your head on his chest. “My hands are sweaty.” 

“Come on, let's go in.” Mason told you and pulled you into the house. He couldn’t stop smiling as he heard everyone laughing and talking loudly, almost running to the pool area where everyone was. “C’mon, Y/N.”

Mason took advantage of the fact that he was wearing summer clothes and took off his shirt and sneakers, left his phone on a table and ran to the pool, jumping in. You could see them all cheering as they watched Uncle Mason run and jump in the pool with them, and you heard his mom and sister complaining as the water splashed everywhere.

You stood at the door after observing the house, which is beautiful and spacious. His mother and sisters were lying on the sun loungers soaking up the sun, and you could see his father, his brothers-in-law and his big brother chatting in the shade while they drank something. You smiled when you saw Summer and Poppy quickly swimming towards Mason, hugging him and talking to him, also begging their uncle to play with them. Harley was getting ready to jump in and yell for Mason to watch him, so he stopped and watched his nephew jump into the pool, trying to repeat what his uncle just did.

Debbie looked up and saw you standing in the doorway, so she quickly gets up and walks over to you with a smile. 

“Oh, Y/N, I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you.” She said and you smiled at her caring voice. “I've waited so long for this, look, you're so beautiful.”

“Hello Debbie, nice to meet you.” You said and felt your cheeks turn red, but she pulled you into a tight hug and you felt relief throughout your body. “I'm sorry it took me so long to get to know you, it was my fault.”

“Don't worry darling, I'm happy to meet you. We have a lot to talk about, don't we? But let me introduce you to the others.”

Mason got out of the pool and stands by your side as Debbie introduces you to Jaz and Stacey, they both laughed with you and were friendly, so you wondered why you were scared to meet his family. After you greet everyone and talk a little, Jaz took you to the room so you can see the two sleeping babies, Mila and Honey, Mason's youngest nieces. They look adorable and you couldn’t help but smile, they look comfortable and you wish you had a lazy life like them.

Jaz told you to put on your bikini to enjoy the afternoon with them, so you went back to the living room to get your suitcase and she took you to your and Mason's room. You gasped at the view from the room. It's on the second floor of the house and you can only see the ocean in your view. The big bed in the middle of the room seemed softer than yours, you could see a bathroom with a bathtub and a view of the sea too.

“Wow, look at this.” Jaz agreed and laughed at your reaction. “I have never seen such a beautiful view.” 

“I'm jealous of your room, to be honest.” Jaz said and you smiled at her as you opened your suitcase, looking for a bikini. “But it's only fair that you guys have the best view since Mason paid for the house.” 

“He didn't even tell me it would be a family vacation, I thought it would just be the two of us. But I'm glad I finally met you guys and I'm excited for the next few days.” 

“Get changed and come enjoy the pool with us.” 

Since you thought the vacation would be just the two of you, you didn't find any appropriate clothes to wear. It all felt bold and you weren't sure if you should wear something like that in front of his family, but you decided to put on a black bikini, the most common one you brought, just to avoid any embarrassment.

You walked down the stairs and they were all talking, as soon as Mason saw you he called you to his side, but as soon as you got close he pulled you to sit on his thigh. Debbie was smiling at you and you blushed when Mason left a kiss on your shoulder.

“You are beautiful love.” You smiled at him. 

“We need to go shopping.” He looked at you confused and you shrugged. “I don't think my bikinis are decent to wear in front of your parents.”

“Don’t be silly.” He looked around and when he saw that no one was looking, he put his hand on your thigh. “You look sexy as hell.”

“Wait until you see the bathtub in our room.”

“You're kidding me, right?” you could see his mischievous smile and you placed your hand on the back of his head, stroking. “Are you serious? Do we have a bathtub?”

“Yes, and with a view of the ocean.”

“Someone save me please.” He leaned his forehead against you and you laughed at his reaction. “We are definitely not leaving that room.”

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“Summer, please, uncle Masey and auntie Y/N need to sleep, baby.” Jaz tried to convince Summer to get off Mason's lap. He has played several games with her, Poppy and Harley and after that, they were coloring. Poppy and Harley were ready for bed and Jaz had been trying to talk to Summer for a few minutes. “Look, Poppy and Harley are ready to bed and you'll sleep together, just like a sleepover. What do you think?” 

You smiled when you saw Summer got interested in the idea of ​​sleeping with her cousins, so she got off Mason's lap and headed towards her mother. Poppy was lying on the couch next to you and ended up cuddling up to you, resting her head on your arm. Mila was sleeping in your arms after her bottle and Mason couldn't stop looking at you with a baby in your arms.

As much as you wanted to keep holding her, you were sleepy and you could see that Mason was sleepy too because of the long day and hours of flying. Jaz's husband came over and picked up Mila, taking her to the bedroom while Stacey picked up Poppy. 

Everyone said goodnight and went to their rooms, leaving you and Mason alone in the living room sitting on the couch. The wind came in and you felt it on your face, smiling to yourself when you felt Mason pull you against him.

“Is it too late for a bath?” 

“I think it's the right time, to be honest.”

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“I never want to go back to England.” You said with your eyes closed, feeling Mason's hands run down your body while the two of you are in the bathtub. Mason is leaning against the bathtub and you are between his legs, laying on his chest. “Sun, beach and a bathtub? What more could I want?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” Mason spoke and ran his hand over your skin, bringing it to your nipple. You shivered at his touch, knowing he begged you to get into the bath naked for a reason. “But I would like one more thing.”

“What else?”

“I would like hot sex for a few hours.” You laughed and moved, kneeling in the bathtub facing him. “This would be my perfect day.”

“Would you like to add something?” You kissed his neck, then he threw his head back and closed his eyes. “Do you think they will hear any noise?”

“I don’t think so.” Mason groans when you ran your hand over his chest, scratching it with your nails. “Please, baby, give me a ride here.”

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“Did you sleep well?” Debbie asked during breakfast the next day, so you glanced over at Mason and saw him give her a smile. “Did you like the room?”

“Yes, Mom, we slept very well.” You agreed with him, remembering that you only slept a few hours because you decided to spend hours awake having fun in the bathtub and the big bed. No matter how little you slept, you feel renewed. “Y/N loved the bathtub.”

You choked on your food when you heard him, feeling your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. Lewis started laughing to himself on the couch when he realized what Mason had said, but luckily no one else noticed his mischievous tone. 

“Auntie Y/N, can you go to the pool with me and Poppy today?” Summer asked you and you agreed, smiling at her.

“Sure, but what do you think about going to the beach and then the pool?”

Hours later, you were lying next to Mason on a sun lounger on the beach in Mykonos, just watching the sea and the sound of the waves as you listened to them talk around you. Mason ran his hands through your hair and sometimes left a few kisses on your lips.

“I told you they would love you, didn't I?”

“You said. I loved meeting them too, thank you.”

“I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Mase.”

[delicate-moon-princess]

Hello, if it's alright to request stuff, may I ask for some soft smut with Sherlock? Like morning, sleepy makeout in bed or something along those lines? Thank you!! I really love all your work! Keep up the great work!!

Taste of Home

Summary: You wake up next to Sherlock in bed after months of being apart. It never felt like home when he was gone. And now finally, he’s there to fill the void in your heart.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, kissing, thigh fucking, unprotected p in v, sleepy sex, cock warming, a tad emotional?- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 2k

Any typos are my own!

A/N: Of course, thank you so much for the request! Here’s a very soft and sleepy Sherlock for you, nonnie ❤️

Daylight flooded the room, waking you as it beamed onto your face. The curtains had not been closed, and you were facing the window. The brightness made your eyes ache and you pouted as you covered them.

It was far too early, you decided. You sighed as you tried to go back to sleep, burying your face in the pillows. When you shifted, confusion filled you when your bare skin rubbed against the soft sheets. You realized you were nude. It was not like you to sleep without clothes.

You lifted your head and looked around. A shuffling sound came from behind you on the bed, making you look back. A familiar sleeping face greeted you. Your husband. Sherlock. Who was also nude, judging by the way the blanket draped low on his hips. You had a perfect view of his chiseled torso and defined v-line.  

It all came rushing back to you when you looked at him. He came home from a very long work trip the night before. And after a quick dinner, he made love to you till the early hours of the morning. You remembered falling asleep in each other’s arms immediately afterwards.

It was no wonder he was exhausted. As were you. After the workout he put your body through, it was almost like you hadn’t slept at all.

Even now as you gazed at his dozing features, you felt like you could easily fall asleep. Nevertheless, you carefully rolled over so you could get a better look at him. You laid your head on the pillow next to his as he faced you, taking the time to admire how beautiful he was.

To say he was beautiful was an understatement. His curly brown locks tousled, which softened his appearance. His long lashes fluttered as he slept. He looked so peaceful.

Who were you to disturb him? He worked so hard all the time. This last particular case he was working on had been especially tough to solve. Of course Sherlock Holmes closed the case, but even the famous detective ran out of steam.

He deserved to sleep in for as long as he liked. His brows began to twitch as you admired the lines in his face. You tilted your head and watched him. At first, you thought he was dreaming, but then his eyes opened. He took in the sight of you, before he gave you an enamored smile.

“Mrs. Holmes…” Sherlock murmured groggily. “Good morning.”

You didn’t have time to say it back, because his lips were on yours the instant the words left his mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut, letting out a pleased hum. Good morning to you too, husband. He hummed back as you lifted a hand to his cheek, your tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip. When his taste hit your tastebuds, you shivered. 

That taste. You missed it so. Like wintergreen and tobacco. It was both bracing and earthy. A taste of him this early in the morning was a treat. 

Your mouth watered as you avidly drank down what you could from his lips. If you could bottle up his taste and drink it every morning, you would. He tasted like comfort, like home.

Then, the warmth of his lips was gone. You sluggishly opened your eyes, finding him looking at you as his fingers stroked your cheek.You tried to savor the residual of his saliva on your tongue.

“How long have you been awake, dear?” His question took a moment to register with you, given how exhausted you were. Based on Sherlock’s lazy caressing of your face, you could tell he was just as tired as you.

“Not long.” You muttered when your sense of understanding came back to you.

“Why didn’t you wake me sooner, darling?” He asked you, letting his hand rest on your cheek.

You melted, leaning into it. Bringing your hand up to cover his, you nuzzled your nose against the lines of his palm.

“You needed your rest.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to the crease of his thumb.

“After all the time we were apart, what I need more than anything is to spend time with my gorgeous wife. And I need to be awake and conscious to do so.” He pointed out to you, his voice still laced with sleep.

Sherlock moaned when you nibbled gently on the ball of his palm. His fingers flexed, and he lazily rested his forehead on your temple.

“Or at least lucid enough to admire how angelic you look in the morning.” He yawned softly, his face falling to your neck. “Though I am having trouble keeping my eyes open.” He mumbled against the flesh of your collarbone.

“Perhaps we should rest a little while longer.” You suggested, your fingers in his soft curls.

“Hmm… perhaps. Then again, we should get up and get ready for the day. My guess is we’ve already slept past breakfast. I fancy your idea much more, however. Staying in bed, with you.” He nudged his nose along your jaw, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Sleeping. Staying in bed, sleeping.” You corrected him, smiling softly.

“Hm? Oh, sleeping. Yes, of course.” He hummed innocently, his lips on your jaw. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I find it hard to fall asleep, though. You smell too good.” He moaned, tugging you closer.

You gasped when you felt his erect cock against your stomach. His manhood twitched when it touched your belly. 

“And so warm. I’ve missed your warmth.” He murmured, squeezing his length between you as it leaked onto your skin.

His seed was sticky as it oozed onto your flesh. You shivered, it was so warm and you were reminded of last night when he shot his fervid seed inside you. A large hand grabbed the back of your thigh, lifting it so your legs spread slightly.

“I’m willing to bet you're also wet for me.” He reached down to grab the base of his cock. 

You watched him guide his manhood towards the crease between your luscious thighs. It wasn’t until he slipped in with ease that you realized your inner thighs were covered in your fluids. Not only a result of his current actions, but also the very pleasant dreams you had of him last night.

A deep blush bloomed on your cheeks. Sherlock further situated his erection, nestling it between your wet folds. You jerked and gasped, your clit pressed against his solid length.

“So wet for me. Mmm…” He gave a sleepy smile and hum. Then he pulled away to look at you. “Tell me, my love, did you dream of me?”

There was no chance of hiding anything from him. His question was answered when you lowered your head bashfully. You took interest in where he buried himself in your thighs, watching as he shifted his hips. The top of his shaft nudged your delicate bundle of nerves. A heat rose in your belly, making you mewl as you rolled your hips.

“I dreamed of you. The entire time I was gone, I dreamed of you every night. It was the only thing that kept me going, the promise that I had you at home, waiting for me.” He sighed as your thighs squeezed him.

“I knew soon enough I would be back here, surrounded by your warmth. Your smell. Your taste. U-Ugh, your taste.” He groaned as he pulled out from between your legs. Your clit was rubbed the other way. You arched your spine with a breathless hiccup.

“Like the sweetest honeysuckle. I can't get enough.” He grabbed your cheeks, moaning as he brought you into a deep kiss. 

His tongue slipped into your mouth, lavishing yours in sensual licks. Your flavors paired beautifully together. Honeysuckle and wintergreen. Sweet and refreshing. It made your cunt pulsate as you swallowed.

“Sherlock.” You hiccuped, your hands falling to his chest and you weaved your fingers through his chest hair.

You squeezed your legs together, gripping his cock as he continued to buck between them. He panted against your mouth, hitching your leg up onto his hip. He reached down, rubbing the tip along your now exposed slit.

“I need to be inside you, darling. Need to feel you.” He exhaled into the kiss, and you greedily drank down his breath.

He lined up with your dripping hole, and slowly sank into you. Sherlock held your hips, squeezing when you sucked in a breath. Your body accepted him inside you easily. Like it was welcoming him home.

There was nothing better than this. Being wrapped in the arms of your beloved, being as close as two people can get. Yes. This was home.

You whimpered, pulling him closer with your leg. Pulling away from the kiss, you opened your eyes to stare into his. You cradled his face in your hands.

“I-I’ve missed this.” You admitted, your chest heaving in soft pants as he shallowly began to thrust. “I’ve missed you. I dreamed of you too, Sherlock. Every night-ah!”

You sighed in pleasure. The tip of his cock nudged your cervix and it felt like all your nerve endings sparked. He was so deep.

He cradled your bum, easing in and out you. Your words caused him to moan and press his head against yours. 

“Did you always wake up wet for me?” He groaned, licking his lips as he waited for your response.

“Yes. Yes, everyday.” You whined as you remembered the mornings where you woke alone in bed. “It always felt so… cold without you here. I dreamed of this every night. And each morning, I ached for you to fill me. I-I felt so empty.”

A whimper escaped you, your emotions jumbled from the mix of pleasure and fatigue. Sherlock shushed you, grinding his hips to remind you of how not empty you were at the moment. His pelvic bone grazed your clit. You melted, your face falling against his neck as you moaned.

“It’s alright now, my love. I’m here. I won’t ever leave you empty again.” He promised you, burying his face into your shoulder as he gained a little speed, though his pace was still slow and lazy.

His deep momentum had you to the edge in no time. It was all too much. You felt every inch of him and it was making your drowsy head swim. Sleep sounded so good right now, but cumming all over your husband’s cock sounded even better.

“I’ve got you, dove. You can let go. I’m here now.” He breathed into your ear, pulling your body impossibly close.

With one last jolt of his hips, you came with a soft cry. Sherlock quickly pressed his lips to yours, swallowing down all your sobs as he gave his own gasps. He pressed into you all the way, shaking as he shot his load deep inside your cunt. His hot, thick seed covering your cervix only prolonged your orgasm.

You felt his heart thudding in his chest as he pressed it to yours. He held onto you tightly, and you clung to him. As your climaxes subsided, both of you were left panting.

You never wanted this moment to end. Being one with your husband, it was euphoric. Why did it always have to end?

He shifted, and you whimpered. You tightened your leg around his side. He grunted when you clenched down on him in an attempt to trap him inside you. His hand squeezed your ass.

“Relax, darling. I told you, I’m not going anywhere. I promised not to leave you empty again, didn’t I? The both of us are going to get a bit more rest, as we stay just like this. And when you wake, my love, I will still be here. Inside you.” He hummed in content as he closed his eyes,  stroking your back to relax you.

You were able to unwind once you realized he wasn’t going to pull away. Closing your eyes, you burrowed into his chest. A soft sigh escaped you, blowing around some of the hair on his chest. Sherlock pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Rest now, sweetheart. I’ll keep warm. And full.” He murmured, his low and comforting voice made your eyes droop. 

The warmth of your husband helped lull you to sleep. Your dreams were once again filled with him. There was no need to worry about waking up aching and empty this time. Because Sherlock was back home, and everything was whole.

A/N: Look at me, finally getting another fic done😅 Sorry it’s been a bit, I’ve had a horrible case of writer’s block. I hope you enjoyed, love you all! ❤️ Taglist: @sunshine-with-daisy @leigh70 @islacharlotte @lysarria @kebabgirl67 @pandaxnienke @identity2212

[xmalereader]

Simon Riley X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Another Baker dad shot!! 😩 This is is full of fluff and possibly leaning more towards readers son and Simon bonding with each other. I might make more of these shots since I freakin love the idea of Simon falling in love with a sweet baker who’s a single father but also amazing and Simon would do anything for them.

Summary: Simon offered his help at the bakery, growing closer to the owner of the bakery along with his teen age son who’s grown fond of Simons presences.

Warnings: Fluff, pinning, slow burn, Simon wearing an apron, slight angst, mentions of abuse, trauma, childhood memories, mentions of death and war. Simon is slowly becoming a father himself.

Word count: 2k

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Simon didn’t think he’d end up on the other side of the counter, wearing a black apron while helping out a young teenager with baking and drinks. After Y/n’s first wedding cake commission he started to get more, too many that he was booked for the whole month. The poor single father was busy waking up at early hours and getting ready to bake while his son woke up a few hours later and dealt with opening up the shop and taking orders from cranky college students.

Simon had noticed the struggle the two had been going through the last few days that Simon volunteered to continue helping. He’d helped Alex open up a few times and that was it. He didn’t do any baking or take any orders, he simply got his usual and left earlier than he usually did since he didn’t want to keep the two distracted from all the busy mornings and afternoons. He had told Y/n that he could help Alex for a bit until Y/n had gotten all of his orders completed and on time, the other man had broken down in tears of joy, hugging a surprised Simon. Y/n had been stressed for days that having Simon step in and help caused him to break down.

Y/n had offered to pay Simon for his help but Simon rejected his payments, telling him that he’d rather take his food and drinks as payment since he was doing this out of the kindness of his heart. The baker knew that he couldn’t force simon to take the money and agreed to his terms, smiling widely at the idea of getting extra help.

Simon was only suppose to help for a short period of time. That time extended for a week, then two, until he finally realized that he was there for almost two months, helping Alex with the shop while Y/n continued with his separate duties. After his last commission, more people began to recommend his bakery and goods. Which kept the man busy constantly.

During his time at the bakery he usually stayed in the back room, away from the public since he didn’t want to frighten any of the students or any other neighbors that came by the shop. Simon wasn’t a baker but, Y/n had taught him how to do simple pastries while Alex handled the much harder ones that took time and effort to make. His time alone with Alex gave him the advantage to know the teen a bit more, learning about his childhood and how Y/n came to adopt him. The both of them had a similar past, filled with abuse and loneliness.

Alex had told Simon that Y/n fought for custody, taking him away from his old home and into a new one. One that gave him a proper childhood that he lacked along with love that he never got as a child. Y/n had taken very good care of Alex and raising him on his own, even though he was very young for a parent that didn’t stop Y/n from spending time with Alex.

Simon had gained a soft spot for the kid, keeping a close eye on him each time the bakery got full and busy. He’s seen the kid deal with rude customers and didn’t hesitate to fight back, calling them out on their rudeness and the way they treated other customers. Alex had once blown up on an old cranky lady who’d snapped her fingers at him and yelling at him for being slow and how her drink was bitter or the fact that her cookie was cold.

Alex was ready to climb over the counter and tackle the lady, yelling at her that he owned the damn place when she requested to speak with someone in order to file a complaint. Simon had stepped in when things grew escalated, his presences had shut the women up, fear in her eyes when he stared down at her with cold eyes. Simon wasn’t polite when someone was treating the people he cared about poorly, he instead leaned down to the women and calmly tells her to leave the bakery and that she was holding up the line, blaming her for holding back orders and causing the food to go cold. His bluntness cashed the women to leave in a hurry without saying another word, she never showed her face again. Ever since Simon at

After helping the bakery, everyone knew not to mess with either Alex or Y/n or else they face the bigger man.

When the third month hit. The university students who’d visited every day had grown used to Simons presences, their sudden fear of the taller man vanished and would usually greet him with small voices before sitting down and focusing on their work.

Y/n enters the shop after returning back from another wedding that was hosted outside of town. When the bell of the front entrance rings, the two look up from their duties to see Y/n with a wide smile on his face. Alex is the first to jump over the counter, tackling Y/n into a hug. “You’re back! How was the wedding?”

Y/n chuckles. “Oh, this a wedding was wild.” He wiggles his brows as they approach the counter where Simon stood, cleaning a few mugs. “What kind of Wild?” Alex asks.

“Well,” Y/n removed his jacket and makes his way around the counter. “Turns out that the groom was actually cheating on the bride.” Alex’s eyes widen in disbelief. “What—?!”

“That’s not all.” Y/n continues, side stepping Simon as he takes one of the clean aprons and slips it on. “Not only was the groom cheating but he invited the mistress to his wedding.” He whispers.

Simon sets the clean mug down with the rest, looking over his shoulder as he listened to both father and son gossip about the wedding. He’d grown to listen into their conversations and neither of them minded his ease dropping.

“Holy shit!”

“Language!” Y/n scolds the teen. “Anyways, it was a mess. The bride knew and showed video proof to the entire party and things just got worse, the parents got involved and stuff was thrown until the police got involved. I didn’t stay much longer and quickly left before I got involved.” He shrugs his shoulders. “This wouldn’t be my first disaster wedding that I’ve witnessed.” Simon had handed him an empty mug, which he takes and used it to make his own coffee.

“Enough about me, what about you two? Did everything go well while I was gone?” Y/n leans against the counter as he waits for his coffee.

Simon speaks up first, cutting Alex off from rambling away. “Alex nearly lit the place on fire.”

“—I did not!” Alex shouts back, glaring at Simon. “In my defense I forgot about the cakes because it was busy, you were in the back all day and could’ve easily turned off the oven.” He shot back.

“I was busy finishing up the blackberry cakes that you requested since they ran out.” Simon smiles under his mask. “The place burning down would still be your fault.”

Alex groans in frustration, going over the counter again as he stands next to Simon. Y/n softly smiles to himself, listening to the two argue with each other as he focused on his coffee, taking a small sip before turning back around. “Alright, that’s enough. We should get back to work.” He orders the two.

“Yes, sir.” Simon responds back and makes his way to the back to continue with the rest of the baking while Y/n stays up front to help Alex. While the duo worked up front, Y/n with making drinks and Alex taking orders, it didn’t take long for the place to grow calm. Only a few students were around since the semester was ending majority of them were either back in their dorms studying or working in the library near campus.

“I’m going to check on Simon, think you’ll be alright with taking the orders?” Y/n questions his own son who laughs at him. “Hm, I took care of the place on my own for the last few days without you. I think I can handle a few hours on my own.”

Y/n rolls his eyes, flicking Alex on the forehead. “I know you can, still asking.” He shakes his head with a laugh before heading to the back to find Simon focusing on finishing the macaroons. Y/n stood quietly as he watched Simon work, tilting his head to the side as his chest is filled with warmth at the sight of the bigger man focusing on such small pastries. How can a man who looked so scary and intimating look adorable while baking?

“Is that a new batch?” Y/n asks, approaching Simon who looks up. “Alex wanted me to make more, they’ve been getting sold out very quickly.” His response is soft, eyeing the macaroons that he’s finished so far. Y/n smiles, shifting closer to Simon as he clears his throat. “I just want to let you know that I appreciate you helping me here…at the bakery. You’ve been here for three months, having to deal with Alex for awhile even though he can be a bit sarcastic and rude.” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing up to Simon. “So, thank you for everything.”

Simon stares down at the baker. A soft smile on his lips as he too nods at him. “You are welcome, for everything.” He’d leaned closer to the baker, hand twitching on the table, antsy to reach up and touch his face and feel the smooth skin under his fingertips. Being around the baker had caused him to grow feelings that he’d never thought he’d ever get, not after everything he’s been through. How could a baker like Y/n like someone like him? His hands were covered in blood from all the people he’s killed when he was in the military, all the horror and death he saw during his time away stopped him from pushing his feelings. He didn’t know how the baker would react if he knew about his past life and work and so, he keeps his hand still and instead grips the counter.

“I should—probably put these to bake.” Y/n mumbled, pointing at the finished macaroons as Simon moves to give him space, taking the tray in hand and watching Y/n head further into the baker and towards the oven room. Simon sighs to himself and removes his gloves, tossing them in the trash and making his way to the front to check up on Alex. Before he can step outside he hears Alex talking to a young university student.

“—I took notice that it usually gets busy here, do you hire by any chance? I think you’re father would need the extra help.” The girl said to Alex as the teen focused on making a few coffee orders. “We’ve handled worse days.”

“Still, are you by any chance hiring?” The girl on the other side batted her lashes at Alex which he ignored. Too focused on his task as he responds back. “We aren’t hiring, it’s a family business by the way.”

The girl frowns. “Family business? Then why did you hire the tall guy with the creepy mask?”

Alex hands the girl her coffee, giving her a forced smiled. “Like I said, it’s a family business and he’s apart of it.” With that the girl takes her drink and leaves with a scoff.

Simon was standing on the other side of the door the whole time, listening into Alex’s conversation as he stood still. Even though Simon has only been helping for a few months he didn’t think that his bond with Alex depended enough for the teen to claim him as family. Simon didn’t have anyone else and to hear the kid say those words warmed his heart.

[ramp-it-up]

The Bar Minimum

Pairing: Barkeep!Andy Barber x Bartender! Reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Angst, employer/employee relationship, casual sex, drinking, cursing, intoxication, gun, loaded language, ass slapping, oral (f/m receiving), face fucking, gagging, raw sex (wrap it up), breeding kink.

A/N: This is based on the following ask. I changed it a bit. Not Beta’d. Written on my phone late at night. I got waaay carried away. Hope you enjoy!

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Your relationship with Andy was toxic, but you couldn’t stay away.

The Bar was one of the hottest spots in Boston for locals. Andy lost his family and made a new life as a barkeep.

You were one of his best bartenders and you were good at your job. A few months after you started work there, you started fucking Andy occasionally in his upstairs apartment after you two closed the bar. You even fell asleep there sometimes after he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you along with all of your energy.

But you never stayed the night, always creeping out of his place in the dead of night and pretending nothing happened when you came back to work, only to have the whole cycle play out again. It was the bare minimum of a relationship.

The dick was the best you ever had, and feelings flew around, but you never tried to catch them. You thought you were a free soul except one night Frank, the other bartender, said that Andy was on a date. You realized that he had your heart up on the top shelf, right next to the Macallan 18.

Andy didn’t press you and was always chill. It was like he made no effort to start a relationship or stop fucking you. It was so frustrating.

So on your night off, you went to The Bar after a late dinner with friends.

The ones he didn’t like.

It was after midnight, and Andy raised his eyebrow as you came in.

You took him in, dark long sleeve shirt almost matching his beard and contrasting his pale skin and ruby red lips. Blue eyes flashing as he interacted with the customers, rare smile killing you softly.

You didn’t say anything and he side eyed you, bringing your jack and coke and some water, which you didn’t order. Andy knew how much of a lightweight you were despite being a bartender.

Still no words were exchanged, but a knowing look.

He turned and served the blonde with with a low cut shirt and huge tits who was very obviously flirting with him. The bitch practically laid her tits on the bar and caressed his hand as he gave her the drink. He pulled it away, but too slowly for your liking.

You narrowed your eyes at the blonde. This must be his date from the other night. Two could play this game.

Dudes started buying you and your friends drinks. Frank happily overcharged them and gave you quality liquor. About three drinks in from the first group of guys, Andy cut you, and only you, off. Your friends still got served. You were hot, but your friends spoke for you.

“What’s his problem?”

“Asshole.”

“He doesn’t own you.”

“He’s not your Daddy.”

Your eyes met Andy’s at that last remark. He heard it, but he just smirked and went to the other end of the bar.

You didn’t say anything, still sober enough not to want to cause a scene, but another set of dude bros started sending drinks.

Andy was busy trying to ditch the blonde and Frank was about that money, so you got your drinks. And your liquid courage.

You got up and went over to the dudes, surrounded by three horney investirent bankers. Your skimpy top and tight black jeans with heels that made your ass pop as you moved over to them gave them an eyeful.

You thought you could see steam coming out of Andy’s ears as you leaned over and one of the guys whispered in your ear, offering to eat your ass. You laughed and pretended to consider it. But you weren’t interested in anyone on this side of the bar.

By closing time however, you were drunk enough to consider going home with all of them when they asked, your friends long gone. You were giving out your address when Andy interrupted you before you could get finish.

“You’re not leaving with her, so just make your way out. Closing time.”

“What the fuck do you care.”

Andy got that angry dad voice.

“She’s my employee.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Yes. sometimes I work for him. That is ALL.”

Andy turned his head and glared at you.

“You. Go upstairs now and make some coffee to sober up.”

“You don’t own me and you don’t tell me what to do Andy. I’m not working tonight.”

“Seems like she wants to make her own decisions. Fuck off.”

All three stood up as if they were going to do something to Andy. Frank came over and stood behind him.

Andy brought the Glock from under the bar, and laid it in front of him, resting his hand on it.

“Is this about a gun, or a penis, Andy? Is this about your dick?”

You weren’t quite making sense, but you and Andy knew what you meant. In the heat of the moment one night, you said his was the only dick you wanted and needed.

“Go upstairs.”

Andy turned back to the dudes.

“How about you get the fuck out of here. Now.”

“You’re so fucking hilarious Andy. You can’t order me around off the clock!”

This time he ignored you, just clenched his jaw as he watched the dudes leave. Frank went back down to close out tabs and you and Andy just stared at each other.

“So you fuck me and date other people, you won’t commit, how does that work?”

“Shut your mouth.”

You smirked at him.

“I thought you liked it wide open.”

Andy was flushed red now, the rage on his face making you squirm. You grinned at him and he lost it.

“Upstairs, Now!”

Andy’s voice thundered through the bar and everyone stopped. You looked around and regained some sense, storming up the stairs and drinking several ounces of water. You stripped and climbed into Andy’s bed, dead to the world in short order.

You woke up, cotton mouthed and head pounding. It was far too bright wherever you were.

You looked around and saw that you were at Andy’s. You’d never been there in the daylight. You tried to get up, but Andy’s arm was hiding you fast. You looked at his face, buried behind a pillow, so serene. And then you remembered the anger of last night.

You felt the urge to run.

You tried to slip out of his arms but he just held you tighter.

“You stay this time.”

Andy’s voice was gravelly with sleep and you didn’t know you needed that. You stilled, heart racing. He stretched behind you and you realized that you had on one of his t-shirts and he had on sweats. You could feel his bulge on your ass and fought the urge to wiggle it.

Andy released you and sat up, reaching for a glass of water beside him. He handed it to you and you started drinking while he handed you two orange pills.

“For your head.”

You nodded and took them.

You finished and handed the glass back to him, admiring his hairy chest and happy trail. You normally didn’t have time to just look, because you were usually fucking on sight once you were alone.

“Welp. Frank knows now.”

You were making your list of regrets.

Andy ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

“Frank has known for a while.”

You cocked his head at him.

“But I thought we were keeping this secret?”

Andy mirrored you.

“Why would you think that?”

“I. Well… You…”

Andy shook his head.

“No. Don’t involve me in your delusion. I never said that I wanted…”

“A relationship, I know.”

You interrupted him.

Andy practically bared his teeth.

“Will you stop fucking jumping ahead and making assumptions!”

The dad yell again. It was then you realized you didn’t have underwear on as you rubbed your thighs together.

Andy sighed and started again.

“I never said that I wanted to keep this secret.” His blue eyes searched yours. “You’re the one who always left and pretended nothing ever happened. I thought I was just a dick to you.”

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, stunned. You got up on your knees.

“Andy, I-“

“It’s my turn to say the loud, funny words.” Andy shook his head at you.

“I date other people because I like to go out and have a nice time with a human. And I thought you didn’t want to do that stuff with me. I wouldn’t commit because you kept running. And I can’t fuck anyone else because you’ve ruined me for all other women.”

Andy looked at you through his lashes and you realized something. He liked you. He really liked you. You smiled. Andy was undone, but remained strong.

“How’s that Andy?”

You started raising his shirt, reaching between your legs as his eyes went wide. You in the morning was an unexpected treat.

Before you could give him a peek, Andy grabbed your legs and threw you back on the bed, pulling the shirt up roughly around your neck.

“Fucking brat.”

He pulled you up off the bed slightly by the shirt and you felt fear that turned into excitement. You moaned and Andy groaned in return, kissing you roughly.

“You drive me fucking crazy!”

His thick, calloused hand grabbed your breast and brutally twisted a nipple, causing you to arch your back and keen. Then he slipped his hand down your body to your pussy and palmed it, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit.

“Mine.”

He whispered gruffly in your ear. Then louder as his mouth began to move down your body.

“This shit is fucking mine.”

And suddenly, his mouth was on you, hands on your thighs holding you open as he went to town, eating you out like a pro. He destroyed your senses by precisely using his tongue and lips to suck and lick you to an orgasm in minutes. The obscene sounds of his head game helped to send you to nirvana.

When you opened your eyes, Andy was on his knees, pulling his sweats down and letting that thick trunk of a dick slap onto his abs. He moved and positioned it at your lips as you lay beneath him.

“You were right about one thing. I do love your mouth wide open. So open it, gotdamn it.”

You nearly split your lip as he shoved his cock in your mouth. He held the back of your head up as he fucked your face.

“Ah! fuck! You’re ao fucking good at that. Such a fucking good girl.”

You couldn’t breathe but you’d gladly pass out while taking his dick down your throat. It became messy and pornographic again as you spit and spluttered around his dick.

“Shit’s gonna make me…”

Andy was losing control, as usual, with you. He pulled out to let you breathe and to calm down because you were sucking his soul out. You looked so fucked out that he had to finish soon.

“Turn the fuck over. Assume the position.”

You scrambled to do as you were told, putting your head in the bed and arching your back for him.

Andy stroked himself and admired you.

“That’s it, that’s my shit.”

He positioned himself at your opening and swiped up and down yor slit, causing electric sparks to fly.

“Shit! Andy…!”

Andy pushed inside you and you both groaned loudly. You bit your lip as you savored the fullness.

Andy started moving.

“This pussy curves to my dick. I love it so much. I love you.”

He was pounding you in short order, gripping your hips and making your world spin out. Andy started slapping your ass, which made you even wetter and made the slide outstanding.

“Fuck, Andy cum inside me. Please. I need your cum. All of it. Please.

“Ughhh. Sshhhittt!.”

Andy lost it. In a good way.

You started to cum again when you heard that and felt the hot spurt inside you, gripping the sheets and screaming into the mattress.

When you regained your senses, you were still in Andy’s arms, him behind you and still inside you, semi-hard.

“…Did you just beg me to cum inside you?” Andy kissed your shoulder.

“Did….you just tell me you love me?”

You tried to turn and look at him. Instead Andy slipped out of you and made you stand, staying behind you as he marched you to the shower.

His cum was running down your legs.

“Shut it. Shower. Now.”

[wooahaeproductions]

Not Just A Fantasy (NCT Haechan)

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Female Reader

Genre: Smut, a little fluff maybe

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: pressure to marry, kissing, smut (grinding, breast play, oral-male receiving, edging, teasing, begging, orgasm denial, cum eating, fingering)

A/N: what’s this? Smut after all this time? Here is my entry for @neohub ‘s NCT Dream event, Level Up! Thank you my daughter @flowerboykun for being my beta 😘 and I hope you guys enjoy! ~Bee

You’ll never forget that stormy night 6 months ago when you were finishing the last bit of code for your job, when a mere game character became real, when Haechan came to life.

You were just finishing the last of the code for his outfit when a stray bolt of lightning came through your window pane, striking your computer. At first, you thought it just created a hologram of the character but soon that theory was proven wrong.

Originally you just took advantage of the situation, taking Haechan to annoying family events as a fake boyfriend to get people off your back about not dating. However, the more time you spent with him and took care of him, the more you realized just how human he actually was.

He was everything you would have wanted in a boyfriend and a friend. Which made sense because you DID create him.

Which brought you to the awkward situation you were in now, at your cousin’s wedding and being questioned by your aunts for the millionth time.

“Are you sure he’s your boyfriend, Y/N?” your aunt Eve asked, starting the interrogation.

“Right? All of the sudden he appears out of thin air, coming to all of the family events,” your other aunt, Sophie says.

You hesitated to answer, inwardly cringing because that’s exactly what had happened but there was no way you could actually give them that answer.

Before you could come up with some sort of lie, you felt arms snake around your waist and a soft kiss was pressed to your cheek. Haechan. He always seemed to appear in the nick of time and you could help but wonder if that was your programming.

He came to stand next to you, arm still at the small of your back. He flashed a sunny smile at your aunts, effectively capturing their attention and taking it off of you for the time being. “Is it okay if I steal my girlfriend away for a dance?” he asked, innocently.

You don’t know how he memorized them, but all you received were smiles and nods, giving him the go-ahead to take you with him. He tugged on your hand, pulling you with him toward the dance floor. He brought you towards the center of it as a slow song started to play.

He stopped at a spot on the dance floor, throwing your arms behind his neck and placing his at the small of your back for the second time that night. Your hands brush the soft ends of his russet-colored hair that stopped at the nape.

You slowly swayed to the music in his arms, enjoying this small moment with him until something else -or rather someone else appeared, making parts of this night even worse. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your ex walking along the edge of the dance floor and of course, he made eye contact with you.

“Haechan, kiss me,” you said, suddenly.

“Wh-what?” he stuttered. This was not a normal request from you, in fact, your eyes were alarmed and that concerned him.

“Please, just kiss me right now,” you said again, desperate. He gave you a look. One that one mixed with confusion but also with something else? His eyes almost sparkled with mischief. Just as your ex spotted you and was about to make his way to you across the room, Haechan leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.

His lips were soft and warm. After the initial shock of your lips crashing together, Haechan deepened the kiss, making your eyes flutter closed. You were surprised, you liked his mouth on yours. You even felt a connection of sorts, like kissing him was something you should have always been doing.

He broke the kiss off eventually, leaving you bewildered and breathless. He was nothing but code, there was no way you should be feeling this type of chemistry with something that was just a computer program.

Haechan brushed his thumb at the edge of your jaw, hesitantly saying your name to snap you out of your thoughts. His touch was comforting, and you came back to reality to stare at the concern on his face. You also realized that the kiss had done its job and your ex had disappeared elsewhere.

The song you were dancing to had long since stopped and Haechan whispered something unexpected in your ear. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, lightly and tugged on your hand once again. You didn’t know why, but you felt compelled to follow him and to escape this nightmare of a night.

You let him lead you into the elevator that would bring you up to the hotel room the two of you were staying in. He held you close and snuggled his face into your shoulder, kissing the crook of your neck. You giggled. You shouldn’t be liking it this much, but you couldn’t help yourself.

The elevator dinged, indicating you had reached your floor and this time you took the initiative. You grabbed the edge of his sleeve, dragging him into the hotel room while he had a grin on his face. You were in control now, pinning him against the door as it shut and starting a new make-out session with Haechan.

Your lips moved to pepper open-mouthed kisses to the side of his neck and to suck on a spot underneath his ear, a sweet spot that you knew would elicit some sort of reaction. His reaction was a sharp intake of breath and a small moan. A moan that struck a chord within you and went straight to a spot in your stomach, making you immediately aroused.

He rubbed his growing bulge against your core and chuckled as a sigh of your own sounded. He placed his big hands on your ass, grabbing handfuls as he pulled you toward him and rutted himself against you hard. Dots of precum were already starting to soak through the front of his dress pants and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have panties that were starting to soak.

While you had been dominant since you had got back into the hotel room, it was Haechan’s turn to pick you up and wrap your legs around him. He wanted to move you to the bedroom but didn’t want to lose physical contact for even one second. “Let’s get you into the bedroom, baby,” he murmured, the never before said pet name coming out of him like it was natural.

Haechan moved you to the bed, gently placing you in the middle so that you could rest your head on the pillow. He was kissing the top of your cleavage that was spilling out from the top of your fancy dress that you had worn to attend your cousin's wedding. He gently kissed the space between them while slowly slipping the straps of your dress from your shoulders.

His kisses reached your nipples as he continued to pull the straps of your dress, slipping you out of it and leaving you in just your undergarments. He took a moment to soak in the image of you in front of him. “So beautiful,” he murmured, the look of adorable visible in his eyes. You didn’t know how to respond other than to reach forward and take off his shirt.

You ran your hand over his chest, feeling his smooth skin. He was the one who was beautiful and he deserved to feel good. You reached forward, running your hand on the edge of his hip, teasing him a bit before undoing the top button of his jeans. You cupped the bulge that was making his pants grow tighter, making him involuntary grid against your hand.

“Let me take care of you,” you commanded, moving your hand back up to unzip his pants and pull them down to his ankles. He nodded, letting you take control once again. You rid him of his boxers and pulled him down onto the bed next to you. You ran your thumb over his slit, smearing more precum over the tip.

Haechan let out a puff of air, indicating his pleasure at your touch. You trailed your finger down the side before giving his balls a tug, this time making him moan. Finally, you gave his tip a lick before bringing his length into your mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned a little louder as the warmth from your mouth engulfed him.

You moved his cock in and out of your mouth, using your saliva as a lubricant as you twisted your hand around his base in a slow rhythm. Haechan’s moans were getting a little louder and more frequent and you could tell he was edging closer. He gave a particularly loud groan and you knew he was almost there, so you stopped.

“Y/N,” he whined, raising his hips to keep your hands moving. You pull him out of your mouth with a pop and grinned, enjoying teasing him. You waited a minute, with Haechan giving you puppy eyes before resuming giving him the blowjob. You sucked a little harder and faster now, nearly driving him over the edge when you paused once more.

“Damn it, please…,” he practically begged you know. He was desperate, eyes pleading with you to let him cum. Your mouth encompassed his length for the final time, pushing him all the way back to your throat and pumping up and down a few more times. His groans became ragged until finally his hips stuttered and he stilled, spurts of cum filling your mouth.

You swallowed, letting nothing spill out of your mouth, and laid back next to him on the bed. You glanced at him. His hair was sweaty, making his bangs stick to his forehead. Yet, how could he look so gorgeous and so fucked out at the same time? After a few minutes of catching his breath, his face appeared over yours.

“It’s my turn to make you feel good,” Haechan declared. Your panties grew wetter if that was even possible. He pulled them aside, brushing his finger lightly over your folds, causing you to shiver. He put one finger in first, stroking your walls a few times before putting a second one in. You sighed, pleasure starting to wash over you.

His fingers pumped into you a little faster and moans started spilling from your lips. The coil at the pit of your stomach was starting to ball up when he retracted his fingers. You let out an annoyed huff, you knew what he was doing. He was playing the same game you did, teasing until you begged.

You looked at him, darkly and said “if you are going to tease and least let me have your cock,”. He gave a smug look before positioning himself in front of you, rubbing himself against your unclothed core. You hissed, “Haechan…” His chest rumbled with a laugh.

“Okay, okay,” he said, slowly plunging himself into you until he was inside up his hilt. Another pretty moan sounded in your ears as he enjoyed the feeling of your wet pussy engulfing him. He waited a minute or two to make sure you were adjusted and started moving his hips along with yours.

He had originally planned to tease you more, but you felt too good and he couldn’t control his want. He pumped into you faster as you chanted his name, the coil in your tummy becoming tighter and tighter. He pulled your legs onto his shoulders, allowing him to hit a spot deep within and you nearly unraveled right then.

“I’m so close…” you murmured, eyes fluttering with pleasure.

“I guess I have to let my baby cum,” he said, cheekily and leaned forward giving you a passion-filled kiss. He gave a few harder, deeper pumps. The coil finally snapped, wracking your body with the most intense orgasm.

You could no longer deny that he wasn’t just a bunch of numbers strung together, he was more than that. He wasn’t just a fantasy, he was real. A real human being, who you were pretty sure you loved.

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[forever-rogue]

prompt: “i saw you. i saw you two together!” for din? maybe accusations from paz?

AN | Please, this got soft, don’t @ me 🥺

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Din, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Everything was so different now. Everything felt different now. Then again it was.

This was a barely alive covert living in a completely new place. He wasn’t sure it would ever feel like home. Not that that mattered; you were home. You and Grogu had both been home, but that had changed a few months ago when he had left to go with the jedi Skywalker. If it hadn’t been for you, he wasn’t sure what he would have done.

It was you that had encouraged him to find the covert, or what was left of it, in the first place. You had insisted it would be good for him, a last connection to his past, to his family.

“It’ll be worth it, my love,” you promised as you laid next to him, ghosting your fingers over the contours of his face, “if nothing else it will be good to see them again. And it will ease your worries that they are alright.”

“I wish you were coming,” he laughed lightly as you playfully rolled your eyes before ruffling his dark hair affectionately, “it would make this easier.”

“It’s not my place to come - not yet,” you promised, “but one day it will be. And once you’re done, you’ll come home and I’ll be right here.”

“I know,” he agreed with a smile as he pulled on top of him so he was looking up at you. You took the opportunity and stole a kiss.

“I know,” you whispered, “I know.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"I saw you with her," Paz’s statement sounded more like an accusation than anything, catching Din off guard. He’d only been back with the few remainders of his covert for a short period before he spoke up. He appeared to still have retained his disdain for Din, "the outsider girl. I saw you two together."

Din remained silent, but his head tilted to the side in confusion. He'd never made a secret out of you, so he wasn't sure why Paz was bringing it up. He hadn't brought you with him today just for the sheer fact that he wasn't even sure what to expect.

"An outsider?" the Armorer questioned as Paz grunted in response, "who is this outsider to you?"

A lump welled up in his throat almost immediately as Din realized something was off. He looked between the two Mandalorians, both of whom were staring intently at him. He paused, unsure of what to actually call you. Girlfriend felt too juvenile and not enough to fully encapsulate all that you were. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before awkwardly tripping over his words, "she's my...partner."

"Partner," Paz repeated with a scoff. Needless to say, this Mandalorian was a stiff traditionalist when it came to the Creed and the way of life, "she isn't one of us."

"There are few left like us-"

"Which is why we must stick together," the Armorer interrupted the men before things became too heated, "is she your wife?"

"I...no, she is not. Not yet," he couldn't lie to them - he wouldn't. That was not the way, nor was it who he was, "I want to marry her at some point, things have been...hectic."

"You know the way," her voice had turned stunted, cold even, "tell me, Din Djarin, have the foundling you were tasked with getting to his people or this partner ever seen your face?"

Din's heart dropped into his stomach, as time seemed to stop. He could lie, it would have been so easy...who could pop up and tell them it was a lie? But he knew they would see right through him. On top of it all, even if it was easier and would result in something better, he wouldn't feel right. After a few heavy beats of silence, Din gave them the answer they already knew was coming.

"Yes."

"Then a Mandalorian you are no more," the words crashed around him like the stormy oceans of Kamino, but he felt like you could hear a pin drop, "you know the way, and you have broken the Creed."

"Please, there must be a way," his voice wavered, "there must be a way I can make amends-"

"There is only one way to redeem yourself," she interrupted him, "in the Living Waters underneath the mines of Mandalore."

"Mandalore is no more…"

"Thus you cannot redeem yourself," it was a startling realization that caused Din to remain frozen in place, "you must take your leave, Din Djarin."

"You can't just...you can't do this. It was just…I love them. They are my family-"

"This is the way," she turned her back to him without another word as he stared at her. It felt like everything was crashing around him; this huge part of him was just being ripped away.

"This is the way," Paz echoed her words as he joined her, turning his back towards Din as well.

The Mandalorian remained wordless for a few moments as he waited to see if they would say anything else to him. But they didn't. They didn't even grace him with a proper goodbye.

A part of Din's heart felt like it was crushed into tiny little shards as he walked away from the people he had so long considered his family. How could they just let him go so easily? How could they turn their backs on him for something so trivial?

He felt like that scared little boy that had been rescued and saved all those years ago. By a Mandalorian. One just like him; or so he had thought.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was late when Din returned to your shared home. You hadn't heard from him in a while and weren't positive when he'd be back but you hadn't expected it to be in the middle of the night.

"Din?" you turned on the bedside lamp as you sat up and found him perched on the edge of the bed. You were relieved to have him back but it was obvious something was up, "oh, cyare."

He had stripped off his armor and helmet in one of the other rooms, before coming into the sacred space of your bedroom. His shoulders tensed before dropping, causing you to sit behind him and wrap your arms around his body, holding him as tightly as possible as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You both remained silent, breathing in sync as the world seemed to slow around you. Eventually he placed one hand on top of yours and squeezed gently. When you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, it seemed like some of the weight of the world eased away.

"Do you want to tell me what happened or do you just want to stay like this right now?" your voice was soft and gentle, and was almost enough to break him. Din leaned into you, causing you to hold onto him tighter as you hummed a light lullaby in his ear.

After a bit, you pulled back and moved to get under the covers, motioning for him to join you. Din stood up and pulled off his shirt before getting in next to you. He turned to face you, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled closer to him. Even in the dull golden light from your small lamp, you could see that there were tears in his eyes.

"My love," you touched his cheek with the lightest of touches before wiping away the tears that had rolled down, “how can I make it better?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” his voice was rough with the effort of him trying to choke down any further tears, “just being here is enough.”

“I am always here,” you promised, brushing his dark locks out of his face before moving your hand to rest on his chest where his heart was, “and here.”

“I know,” he closed his eyes before letting out a long breath, “it didn’t go well with the covert today. Or what’s left of it…their numbers have dwindled and they are even more scattered than before.”

“It was a risk and chance they took,” you reminded him, “but they’ll be okay. People like us…survivors, we persevere.”

“That’s not all,” after a few beats of silence, his grip on tightened, “they…I am no longer welcome with them. They have decided that I am no longer worthy of being a Mandalorian.”

“What?” you almost shot up and out of bed at his words; surely you couldn’t have heard him correctly, “Din - what did you just say? Why?”

“Their Creed does not allow…no one can remove your helmet-”

“No one has removed it, surely they must know that.”

“Nor can you remove it for anyone else unless they are your spouse or child,” he finished as your face fell, “you have seen me - you are not my wife. Grogu has seen me - he is not technically my son. Miggs saw me, Bo-Katan, Koska, Boba and some others…”

“I…” the words stung you, but you couldn’t even imagine how much they hurt him, “that’s not fair. We’re…together, we-we’ll get married. Grogu, he is ours. The others, they are not just strangers, they are…this makes no sense.”

“This is the way-”

“That is their way,” you reminded him, “and their way is not absolute. What about Boba? And Bo-Katan? Koska? Are they not Mandalorians?”

“They are…”

“Then what does that make you? You are no less a Mandalorian than them,” you huffed, “you are a Mandalorian. I know…Din, I know you were raised by them and this is what they taught you, but that does not mean their word is absolute. Such a simple thing surely does not mean you are no longer a Mandalorian. It wasn’t even like you were bested in combat or anything. You did…the only reason you removed it was out of love. I know how hard it was the first time for Grogu, for me, how much it meant for you to do it - what it meant. It shows how good your heart is, Din Djarin. You are the most noble of people I’ve ever met; you would lay down your life in a heartbeat for someone you care about. The things you do, the words you speak, your heart, that’s what make you a Mandalorian. I know that is hard to hear and perhaps you don’t want to hear it, perhaps it is not my place to say it, but that is what I think.”

A silence fell over him as he let your words sink in. Realistically he knew what you were saying was true; the simple act of showing you his face to the people you loved more than anything in the galaxy didn’t deter from the fact that he was a Mandalorian. No, that ran much deeper - that was what was in your heart, deep in your bones, and running through your blood.

You watched him process, hoping you hadn’t overstepped your boundaries. After a few quiet moments, Din reached over and put a hand on your cheek, gently swiping his thumb over it before pulling you in for a soft kiss. Your hands found the side of his face as you held him there, pressing your forehead against his.

“For what it is worth,” you whispered, “I am sorry that you showing me your face caused them to say such things. I am not sorry for the fact that you did, for it was not in vain. You know I am never leaving your side, and I will be your wife whenever you should want it, if you ever do. I love you more than I can put into words, Din. My Din. My Mandalorian.”

“I love you,” the corners of his mouth pulled into a small smile as his soft brown eyes watched you closely, “thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything but tell you the truth,” you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “but I’ll tell you however and whenever you need me to. Why don’t you rest now? Everything can wait, and things will look a lot better tomorrow. Yes?”

“Yes.”

[mochikeiji]

Come Home

↠ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

↠ Warning: anxiety attacks, pregnancy, manga spoiler! chapter 91 (for those who have not read)

↬ Word Count: 2k

If death was giving you a sign at this very moment, it would be the cold ticks each second the clock on your empty apartment room echoed. Each second comes an outbursts of numerous emotions. On the first tick sent shivers on your skin, the second felt like small pricks of hair slowly rose up as goosebumps followed after, third was the frantic tapping of your foot on the carpeted floor as you bounced your leg.

On the outside, you would've been labelled as overreacting. On the inside, you were slowly dying.

As of now time felt like a never ending torture. It was a tug of war between trust in your husband or the one in your gut; a battle between mind and heart, to whom should you choose to believe in? How long do you plan on standing at the edge of the cliff not knowing the faith that has been laid out for you and the most powerful shaman? To whom do you concede to?

A critical position for you to be in. If Gojo were here beside you, not only would you have to wince at the feeling of his finger flicking your forehead, but also a round of uncharacteristic scolding about how bad it is to be stressed out or anxious because of the growing life inside of you. Well, none of this wouldn't have happened if he didn't left. But as all married couples are out there, you are one of the majority that did not want to tie their partners down from what they were meant to do. Especially if your partner is the most needed person in the world.

You couldn't tell him not to go out. Not out there on the field you've come to grow as a sorcerer yourself. The deaths of your fallen comrades and innocent civilians, the demands of the elders and powerful clans. Most of all, being part of the theatre death had directed. No one knows who'd be next to live another day or to be at forever slumber. And your husband was one of the main casts in this scene. Someone who'd always be near death's door only to keep taunting the horrifying God.

It was all fun and games before. It was either ride or die with Gojo during your youthful days. But as time progressed, and the upcoming family you both had dreamed of was at its peak, from that moment every thing came crashing down. It wasn't hormones anymore. It wasn't simple.

You were beyond terrified.

"Please come home."

Not even realizing you were already kneeling down from the couch you were seated, hands clasps together hard, the veins prodding out as if they were going to pop. A silent mantra of pleads to the unknown world you were stuck in. Chest heaving harshly, tears and snot mixing as they fell down the cushions. You didn't feel them. You couldn't see anything.

There was no way to describe the gaping hole that had swallowed you to your deepest depths of fear.

"Come home, Satoru.."

Was the last thing that had been uttered out from your lips before the dark hushes turned into soft cooes. The once imaginary prickly like nails that was scraping your body changed into gentle strokes on your back and onto your bulging stomach.

If there was no way to describe your fears, what is there to be said for the immense heart break of your own husband coming home to see you knelt down with cascading despair written all over your features? The image of the cheery, and powerful woman he's had of you now haunted by what he had came home to.

Though Gojo never had the brightest personality to everyone, he would trade every thing he has if it meant for you to be pulled out from where he had dragged you in.

He knew from the start loving you would mean a lot. You were every thing he wanted and yearned for in life. The love he always came home to. Cursing his naive self of erasing the fact that you were only human.

You had your limitations and this was it.

"Hey, wifey, shhh." the warmth of his breath next to your ear made you choke a sob. Having his body shield your smaller one from behind with his hands now trapping your still clasped ones. "I'm here, I'm not going any where. Not now or ever." his white hair tickling the side of your cheek as he rubbed the side of his face onto the your tear stained ones. If there was one thing everyone knew he was good at, it was being overly affectionate. Not that you'd complain.

His thumbs massages the back of your hands, smoothing down the veins in hopes of easing your grip. He should probably thank Yuuji for passing out hours ago, if not he'd be still stuck training the young lad and have you deal with this torment possibly longer. Even so, he was glad he had manage to finish up early. At your 7 month of pregnancy he wouldn't dare take longer. He didn't like being away, he never did. Always cursing at those who demand his presence. All he wanted was to stay home with you.

Home where everything is safe.

"Let's get you up, kay? May I carry you?" it was a shock on how uncharacteristically cautious he's become ever since your pregnancy. No one knew the Gojo Satoru knows when to tone it down on situations. It was all heart warming, you wanted to cry.

You gave him a small nod, feeling your body hoisted up from the floor and nested on top of his lap with ease. Never failing to amaze you how you managed to marry this man. The man you'd devotedly pray to the heavens would come back to you alive.

As his arms finally settled on your waist, moving at an upward then downward motion, he rubs your sides. Slowly coming to the globe of your stomach with a soft hum, he watches you deeply with a soft gaze behind his interfering blindfold.

Sighing shakily, you shifted your position a bit to the side, allowing yourself to lean your cheek on his left pectoral, listening to the rhythm his heart beat, sobs died down into sniffles and hiccups. You twiddled with his fingers placed on your stomach. The anxiety inside you barely disappeared, but tamed for the moment.

A light peck on your forehead was placed, snapping you back from the little world that had consumed you, down back in the arms of your beloved husband as he smiles and wipes away the left over tears, "Hi there, honey."

Focused on the warmth his palm emits, you reached out over his covered eyes, sliding away the blindfold, freeing the captivating azure gaze he possesses as they held nothing but love piercing back to your teary ones. His hair framing his adorning features, yet so perfect and lively he was smiling at you. The image of this man you wanted to wake up to every day. To welcome, to smile with, to live, and to love.

"Satoru.."

Cupping your cheeks in worry, the serene peace disappearing from him when his brows furrowed with his lips frantically hushing you. Parental instincts kicking in as he eyed your stomach in wonder how your dear child was holding up with the mountain of negative emotions crowding you, "Honey, you need to stay calm. Our little bun in there might have trouble baking you know?" he whispered close to your lips, foreheads leaned onto yours.

"Oh, Satoru." a broken smile formed from your quivering lips, "You're home, you're home." thumbs coming close to stroke his lids softly down to his cheeks. Fragile, that's how you'd describe yourself in touching your husband. Every day from the moment you lived with him are days you two cannot be separated from each other's lingering touches. Even so, on those days it still felt like it was too good to be true to have each other embraced away from the terrors of the world.

"I'm home, I'm home." sealing away your sobs with his lips to yours, letting you feel all of his emotions and unspoken vows within the action of only you two could share forever. The love he never knew he was capable of only for you and your child to be gifted of.

"I'm scared." pulling away as you shut your eyes. The dark hushes returning, coming back to haunt you of what is in store for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and so on. The strings attached upon you two, unknowing who was in control of your faiths. "Satoru, I'm scared. Please don't go anymore."

Confessing all of your troubles, he tightens his hold around you. Not a chance, he curses in his head would he allow himself to be defeated so easily and submitting himself to the awaiting gates of death.

"What if you don't come back to me anymore?"

Not a chance, was he going to die after happiness is just within his reach. Longing for something so surreal his entire life. He wasn't going out without having a taste of the sweetness of he now calls home in his life. Not ever. Not when he knows he's the strongest and will continue to reign as he is.

"Honey loves, I'll always come home to you." a vow he seals with the gaze he has locked with yours. The golden band that was proudly worn on his finger from his left hand above your stomach, "I'll always come home to you both, my sweet loves." a vow for only the two people in his life that kept him going. He will always keep his word by heart.

Though it was known that it wasn't enough to fully assure you. The comfort of today was much appreciated and needed for you to finally sigh out one last bit of the sadness, and giving him a teary smile.

"I love you, Satoru."

A melodic sound his heart would crave for every day. Definitely another thing worth coming home if he could hear it again and again.

Smiling mischievously, he reciprocates the feeling by stealing another one of your kisses whilst cradling your body and stomach. He wonders how long would it take for your baby to come meet him. He could hardly wait anymore.

"I love you more."

Was the last thing he had said before his eyes shut close to bask in the warmth and safety of his domain. His and yours little domain. One day to be shared with either a mini you or him between your arms, erupting small giggles into the air.

He couldn't wait to come home to that very day.

Not to wake up another second.

Or was it a minute?

An hour?

He couldn't tell. For time was unpredictable inside the realm he was kept imprisoned.

"Oh, another dream."

An old memory he has with you over months ago.

A breathy chuckle comes out. Was it another thing to mock him of his moment of weakness? Where he could do nothing but lay down and wait for he knows nothing of what could and what was happening?

His bones were on fire. The caged rage inside of him waiting to be freed as he could hear the cackles of his own enemies having to won over him.

"Come home to me."

No, they have not.

The fight was still going. He knows deep down as his faith on his beloved students remains strongly as his love and promises to you. Somehow, some way, he will get out. Like before, time is the enemy. He could only hope that you're holding up for the mean time. It was only matter of time you would be giving birth as well.

And he wasn't planning on missing out the biggest part of his life.

Nor was he planning on letting his enemies run free easily. They were going to pay.

He was going to pay.

"I'm coming home. Wait for me."

Thus begins the string of faith as every thing is set into motion.

© all content belongs to mochikeiji. Please do not repost or copy, ありがとうございました!! (=^･^=)

[countryclubstarkey]

SOMETHING TO REMEMBER - Sirius Black Smut

Pairings: Sirius Black x Virgin Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, first time, fingering, making out and more

Word Count: 2k+

*Not my Gif

The marauders were quite famous at Hogwarts, known for their pranking and good looks; the group of boys had everyone looking at them at all times. Some people looked at them with hatred, such as Severus Snape and others worshipped the ground they walked on.

You had neutral feelings about them as long as they didn’t mess with you, you were fine with whatever chaos they were causing, plus their good looks and charm were always a nice thing to be around.

Today, the group of boys decided to turn all the Slytherin uniforms Gryffindor red, causing most of them to be in a foul mood. You found it particularly funny, especially when you saw Lucius Malfoy with his platinum hair in the uniform.

Late afternoon on Friday, you were all sitting in potions listening to Slughorn ramble about random topics that he found interesting when suddenly a student knocked on the door.

“Professor Slughorn, Professor McGonagall needs you for something important,” a random second-year student told him. “I’ll be back soon everyone, please read page 300 in the meantime.”

Nobody truly listened to him; instead, everyone turned to their friends.

Feeling a sudden warmth around your ear and you turned to see Sirius Black closing in and leaning towards you. You and Sirius had a strange relationship; he would flirt with you at any chance he could just to see you blush, and to be honest, you didn’t mind the attention.

“So you coming to my party tonight?” he whispered gently in your ear. Your body covered with chills because of how close he was.

“I don’t think so; I have a lot to study.”

A pouty expression made its way on his face, “cmon it’s my birthday; it would mean a lot to the birthday boy.”

Before you could reply, Professor Slughorn made his way back into the room and began his lesson again with just a few minutes left of class. As you were heading back to your dorm room after, a loud booming sound echoed throughout the hall calling your name, “Y/N, wait up.”

Sirius was rushing across the hall trying to reach you, “you never said yes, you know,” the fit boy told you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to guide you to your dorm.

“Fine, I’ll come for a little bit, and that’s only because I want to talk to Remus about this new book that came out last month,” you mentioned.

Little chuckles escaped his lips as he found your slight obsession with books adorable, but he would never mention that to you at least not right now. “We both know you’re coming for me, darling, save me dance,” Sirius said while walking away, causing you to let out a deep sigh because of how he was making you feel.

Meanwhile, when you got back to your dorm, you decided to pick what to wear to the party and got ready since you only had a little bit of time before it became dark. Whenever any of the marauders threw a party, they tended to get a little wild and out of control so you had to prepare yourself for that.

When nighttime finally hit, you met up with Lily, Alice, Marlene and Mary to head to the party together. Glowing lights brightly lit the Gryffindor common room, the smell of alcohol and weed flowing through the air and the music was loudly played throughout the room. No doubt the music choice were all Sirius’s favourite muggle songs.

You saw the birthday boy and James singing along to whatever song they could their hands on while dancing on the tables already out of their minds. Remus and Peter were trying to get them down before they injured themselves but they were having trouble standing up themselves.

“Guess we have to catch up,” Marlene grinned and dragged all of you to the table that offered the fire whiskey. After several shots, you were finally relaxed and in a similar mindset as the boys. As time went on, you danced and took even more shots with everyone at the party, including Remus, who decided to let loose tonight. Everyone was having the time of their lives, nobody thought about what was going on outside of Hogwarts, but only the party in the Gryffindor common room.

Around 3 a.m, people started heading back to their rooms, and only you, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Alice, Frank and the marauders were left sitting on the couches.

“Let’s play spin the bottle,” Mary suddenly brought up and pulled everyone in a circle. Mary decided to spin the bottle first, and it landed on Marlene; the two girls didn’t hesitate and shared a sweet but intimate kiss.

“That was too easy for you guys,” Remus blurted out, suddenly feeling the effects of the alcohol. The girls shrugged while giggling as Marlene spun the bottle and it landed on James. James gave her a quick peck out of respect for Lily.

Next, James spun the bottle, and it landed on Sirius Black.

“No, Padfoot, cmon not again,” James groaned out, not interested in kissing his best mate. Curiously, Alice said, “what do you mean not again?”

Sirius winked, “That’s a story for another time; let’s go prongs, pucker up.” James and Sirius leaned in and gave each other a quick kiss before wiping it off as soon as they finished. The whole group erupted into laughter over the discomfort they saw in the two.

As the laugher started to die down, you began to grow nervous as you noticed it was Sirius’s turn to spin the bottle, and just because of your luck, the bottle landed on you.

Sirius moved towards you, “May I?” You nodded your head at him as you both gradually leaned in and connected your lips. Sirius could feel how nervous you were, so he allowed you to make the next move without pushing you any further.

You deepened the kiss when you felt at ease and could taste cigarettes, fire whiskey and a hint of honey lingering on his lips.

Sirius raised his hand to caress the soft skin of your jaw as he slipped his tongue slowly past your lips, trying to savour this moment as much as he could. Both of you didn’t realize the others were still there until you heard someone clear their throat. Sirius sighed against your lips before giving you one last peck and pulling away to look at your friends again.

The awkward moment passed as time went on, and one by one, everyone went to bed until it was only you and Sirius.

“You know this wasn’t a one-time thing; I really wanted to kiss you, love. I’ve actually liked you for a while now,” Sirius broke the silence and grabbed your hand.

You smiled at him, returning his actions, “I wanted to kiss you too Sirius.” A big grin made its way across his face as he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap.

This time you closed the distance between the two of you as your hands grasped his precious locks. The kiss got deeper and more intense with time. You pulled away to steady your breathing as Sirius attached his lips to your jaw, nipping at the skin. Sirius loved the way your skin felt on his lips as he left kisses all across your neck and jaw.

“We should stop before we do something you might regret,” Sirius tried pulling away, but you captured his face and brought him back into the kiss.

In a soothing tone, “I’m not going to regret doing anything with you because I have feelings for you too, I’m sure Sirius,” you told him. Suddenly, Sirius stood up with you wrapped around his body as he headed towards the door of the common room.

“Where are we going,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible. “Somewhere that’s going to give us a little more privacy.”

A door appeared out of nowhere on one of the walls allowing Sirius to step in. It was a replica of the Gryffindor common room except a king-sized bed in the middle. He settled you on the bed as he began kissing down your body, not leaving an inch uncovered.

You helped him unbutton your shirt as he started to kiss your exposed breasts, leaving love bites that you’ll cherish in the morning. “Siri-us,” your moans filled the room as you pulled his hair from the pleasure.

“Fuck, I love your tits,” his words made you blush as you tried to hide your face in your arms, but he didn’t give you the chance to do so. He took off your shirt and bra as he began palming and teasing your nipples, causing chills to gather around your body. You tried to take his shirt off, but his actions stopped you midway. One hand continued to caress your tits, but his other hand started to rub you through your panties, trying to gather your arousal.

“Darling, are you trying to kill me,” he groaned out. Sirius took your panties off but kept your skirt on as he began rubbing your bare cunt.

“We can stop anytime, you know, are you sure you want me to continue,” he asked you one last time. You nodded your head furiously at him trying to get him to continue, “I need words Y/N.”

“Yes, please,” you told him as he entered one finger through your folds and teased your clit with his thumb. Feeling your body clench hard around him as you tried to adjust to the new feeling. Once your body relaxed; he sped up his movements and added another finger.

You felt a foreign feeling on your clit, as something wet started licking at it. Sirius’s head was between your legs as his tongue worked on your clit and his fingers in your pussy. The new action created a different feeling, a good difference. “Plea-se, don’t stop. I’m going to cu-,” you panted as you felt your stomach twist and clench.

“Let go for me,” Sirius groaned out as he felt you release on his tongue and fingers. He helped you calm down after your orgasm by rubbing your thighs whispering praises throughout the entire process. When your eyes opened, Sirius was leaning over and looking at you with lust and love in his eyes. You felt his bulge rubbing against your body as he began peppering kisses on your face.

You both helped him out of his clothes so that he was left bare. His cock stood proudly as the red tip was oozing already with pre-cum and the rest throbbing. He switched your positions so that he was laying underneath you now as you sat in his lap in nothing but your skirt from earlier tonight, quickly; he casted a contraception spell.

His hands rubbed down his cock to get it ready for your next move.

“Ready?” the raven-haired boy asked. His thumbs rubbing circles around your hips, reassuring you if you had any regret you can back out now.

You nodded and braced yourself before slowly lowering yourself on his cock. Your breathing increased as he stretched you out, the pain increased as you went down inch by inch, his face scrunched up in pain and pleasure as he wanted nothing more than to thrust fully into you.

“Love, it’ll feel a lot better if you relaxed,” he told you, trying to make this pleasurable for you both when he saw the tears welling in your eyes.

You controlled your breathing as you felt your muscles loosen and the pain became more bearable. He felt you relax around him as it became more pleasurable rather than painful. Sirius gently thrusted trying to see your reactions at a slow pace; with a nod and brief bounce, his thrusts got quicker.

Pleasurable moans left your lips as his cock hit spots that you weren’t familiar with; you began returning his thrusts and tried to control the movements yourself when you felt more comfortable. Nails started dragging down his chest when Sirius angled his hips differently, causing him to aim at your g-spot.

“Darling, you feel so nice and tight,” he groaned out, trying to last a little longer but your pussy preventing it. He dragged your body towards his own and began rapidly thrusting, causing the room to be filled with your loud moans. His lips connected to your neck, breasts and anything else that he could find. He saw your mouth fall open when his finger made contact with your clit as he rubbed a figure-eight motion helping you reach climax.

“I’-m close,” you groaned in his ear as your body began shaking and the tight feeling made its way back in your stomach. Sirius didn’t stop when he felt you cum all over his cock, he continued working you through your orgasm while trying to reach his at the same time.

“Sh-it” he exclaimed as he released his cum. You felt his cum mix with yours as it dripped out leaking onto your thighs and the bed.

Once both of you came down from your high, you slowly got off Sirius to lay down beside him cuddling into his warm body. The only sounds in the empty room were your heavy breathing and the light rain that was hitting the windows. The air began to feel cooler as you snuggled deeper into Sirius, burying your head in his chest.

“How was that for you,” his beautiful voice genuinely asked you.

In a calm tone, “Something worth remembering” you told him as your eyes started to flutter away.

[clairecrive]

"it’s been months since we broke up and i just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and it’s making me miss you" nikolai x reader with a happy ending pls?

A/n: I can't help myself but give my best man a happy ending, sorry not sorry. Hope you like it x

Warnings: angst, confrontation, happy ending

Word count: 2K

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

A knock on the door in the middle of the night wasn't something you were expecting to happen. Merely because you were not expecting anyone. Even though, to be fair, it wasn't that late. And considering how everyone's so busy these days, with the Darkling threat looming over your heads, everyone is required to put in some work to plan a strategy that will assure our victory. Or at least, to contain the damage that surely the Shadow Summoner had planned to inflict upon those who had betrayed him.

Sleep was a luxury these days, so really, you shouldn't have been surprised by someone calling for you. Sighing, you walked to the door wrapping your robe around your body.

When your eyes fell onto the person behind the door, you froze. Now this, was a surprise.

You definitely weren't expecting your ex-boyfriend to knock on your door in the middle of the night a month after your break up.

"Nikolai?" the surprise was clear in your voice as well as weariness. If he was here that meant that something terrible must have happened.

"Were you sleeping?" he shuffled on his feet. As if seeing at your door after all this time wasn't baffling enough, his insecurity certainly was.

You shook your head. "Has something happened?"

"Yes," he said rolling his shoulders back. You stood taller as well, bracing for the bad news. "it’s been months since we broke up and I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and it’s making me miss you," he added and pulled something from behind his back.

It was your sweatshirt indeed, one of your favourites, certainly the most comfortable one. One that you usually used to sleep but it was also the one that you had left in his rooms. The break-up had been sudden in the sense that it had been a long time in the making but the bubble had broken abruptly, leaving you no time to retrieve your stuff.

Well, you could have gone to him and ask for your things but you had spent the last month trying to avoid him.

"Nikolai-" now your words were tentative, a slight warning in them. There was a reason why things had ended, after all.

"No, please, just hear me out." There was no insecurity in his voice anymore, nor in his body language. You knew the man in front of him, painfully aware of how stubborn he was. And the truth was that you had missed him too. Being so close to him and yet so far away had been one of the hardest things you had to do.

So you relented. With a nod, you let him in your room.

You closed the door and when you turned around you saw him sitting on your bed. You took a couple of step towards him but decided to stand at a safe distance from him. Nikolai's eyes were on you and you shifted on your feet under his gaze.

"What's there left to say?" You spoke since he didn't. His presence was unnerving enough on its own, embarrassing silence wasn't a surplus you needed.

"I'm aware of why we broke up, what you think. But I need you to know that it was a huge misunderstanding." He said, squaring his shoulders.

You scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest. "Really? And you waited a month to clear the air?"

"It wouldn't have been fair to you for me to have this conversation before." He stated as if he was during one of his diplomatic meetings.

"Because all this time, you've still been flirting with her."

"I wouldn't put it like that..." He slightly grimaced, his eyes leaving yours for the first time to move to his hands.

"Courting, wooing, pursuing, whatever Nikolai. I don't care how you'd put it. I don't care about what you do with her either." Gesturing with your hands, you sneered at his audacity. He wasn't going to get out of this on semantics. Nonetheless, it was over and you didn't want to show just how aggravated seeing him with Alina made you. "It's none of my business." You shook your head and moved towards your window, giving him your back.

"Well, maybe you don't care but I do. Maybe what I have to tell you won't change a thing but I need to at least try." He raised his voice, frustration clear in his words for your attitude. But you couldn't care less, you had just started. "Because this past month without you has been hell and I don't want to spend another day without you." His voice trembled a bit at the end and you knew that it wasn't easy for him to be this vulnerable with you.

"Don't tell Alina that." You teased him in a neutral tone. Back still to him.

"Alina doesn't care, y/n. And neither do I."

"Could have me fooled."

"It would have been a political union." Frustrated, he pointed out. You turned around this time, scoffing at the implicit insult.

"That much I had guessed, Nikolai." You weren't stupid. And you knew Nikolai. As soon as the first wave of pain and betrayal passed, you realized that it must have been a strategic move on his part. Not that it made anything better.

"You...did?" He almost stammered, eyes widening in surprise.

"Of course," you sighed, "but it doesn't make anything better. So if this is all you had to say, I'm afraid it doesn't change anything."

"But- it changes everything. I don't love Alina, I never have." He insisted, standing up from the bed and taking a step in your direction.

"You would have still married her though, wouldn't you?" You pointed out with a rhetorical question that he still felt like answering.

"Well, I-"

"And you didn't tell me anything, did you?" You continued this time without giving him time to speak. "So yes, maybe you didn't love her. Maybe you loved me but would that matter once you were married to her?"

"I'll tell you: no it wouldn't have. Because as much as I loved you, I wouldn't have let you made me your mistress. And you and Alina are good friends, I'm sure you'd grow to love her with time." Your voice has hardened, failing at carelessly exposing an eventual love blooming between them. But Nikolai didn't notice. He was still at the second sentence.

"Loved?"He whispered. Past tense.

"Did you expect me to hold a torch forever?" Your voice softened at his reaction but still- you weren't going to be around forever. He had made his choice, after all.

"Of course not," Nikolai mumbled as he sat down on the bed again and looked down at your sweatshirt still in his hands. You couldn't see his face and you knew that it was a deliberate move. Never had you seen him to defeated and crestfallen. His shoulders slumped, his fingers fisted the material in his hands.

Sighing, you closed the distance between you and sat beside him on the bed. Maybe you had been too harsh but it was an instinct for you to be so defensive. Even though his betrayal had hurt you immensely, hurting him back was never your intention.

"I don't think I could ever stop loving you." You whispered. Eyes latched on your fumbling fingers, you heave a sigh. This felt like the confession it was.

"But you can't expect me to be fine just because you explained Nikolai. It doesn't excuse the lies or the betrayal." You continued, wanting him to understand. Now that everything was out in the open, it was best to speak heart to heart.

"Indeed it doesn't. And I'm sorry I've hurt you, it was never my intention." He agreed and apologised but you shook your head. What good was it an apology now? It wasn't a matter of forgiveness anymore. There was now a lack of trust and you didn't know how to handle it.

"How do you think I would have reacted? What if she said yes, uh? What then, Nikolai? Would an "I love you" fix everything?" Speaking no matter the lump of your throat, you turned to face him. His eyes were already on you. They were glossy and one of his hands reached out to yours to hold it.

"I knew she was going to say no. And I knew that it was a low move on my part considering that you're my whole heart but I couldn't have lived with myself if I didn't at least try," he confessed. You nodded because you knew how much he cared for Ravka's future and having Alina on the throne would no doubt have a positive impact on all fronts.

"Because having her on the throne would have been advantageous for us, for Ravka. It would benefit us in so many ways that I had to try, at least. No matter the sacrifice." The last word came out as a whisper, his eyes flickering between yours and you understood the underlying message. But that was exactly the problem.

"What hurt me the most, Nikolai was that you made the decision for both of us."

"I'm not a strategist but I understand the power Alina holds. It would have still hurt but if you had told me, it would have been different." You explained as his eyes filled with an emotion that you recognized as regret.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I never wanted you to feel like you don't matter to me. Because you do. You have no idea how much you do. And I love you, I really do." His hold on your hands tightened and you were surprised to see how his lower lip trembled a bit.

"I love you too, Kolya." You confessed, unable to pretend the contrary. "But I don't know where to go from here."

"You don't owe me anything, my sweet. I wanted you to know and now you do. That's more than I deserve." One of his hands came up to caress your cheek as he gave you a small smile. You actually leaned to him, missing the touch, the closeness.

You missed him.

And yes, he had made a mistake. Yes, he had hurt you. But was it to the point of no return? To be fair, you knew that nothing had actually happened between him and Alina besides the proposal. And sure, that was certainly enough on its own but in a way that meant that it hadn't actually cheated.

He had surely betrayed your trust and lied to you. But trust could be regained. And work could be done on your relationships so as not to have these communication problems again.

The question is: were you willing to put yourself through that? Because it was not going to be easy. And there was a chance that it wasn't going to work.

His eyes boring on yours, you hoped to convey your insecurity to him. You knew he loved you. And you dearly loved him too. Maybe you could give him a second chance. If love was there maybe it was worth it to put in the effort to make it work.

Scratch that- it definitely was.

"What about what I deserve?" You whispered as your hands wrapped around his on your face.

"Everything and more, my love." His eyes flickered between yours hopefully. Trying to see if he could find the confirmation in them of what your words implied.

"Well, I think that I deserve a prince." You stated with a small smile.

"Even if he's unworthy of you?" He insisted, raising an eyebrow but mirroring your smile.

"I guess I can give him another chance to prove himself."

"He'd be most grateful, my dear. But I'm afraid he'll never deserve you." His face got closer to yours, nose almost touching. He cradled your face in his hands, his thumb stroking your cheeks.

"Enough with the charming, Kolya, I'm already yours. Come and get me." You chuckled with a roll of your eyes before eagerly tugging him closer to you.

"As you wish." He said before he kissed you. Slowly at first, almost as if he couldn't still believe that it was happening. Then with the hold on your face, he pulled you closer angling your face so as to deepen the kiss.

Your old sweatshirt laid discarded on your bedroom floor. Forgotten for the moment as you caught up on your lost time together.

[rwprincess]

Two Worlds Collided

Masterlist

A/N: Oh, an anachronistic songfic from RWPrincess? But this time it’s about John Bender! :D Inspired by Never Tear Us Apart (originally by INXS in 1987, but I particularly like this Paloma Faith version)

Word Count: 2K

Synopsis: Bender met reader at the Breakfast Club and the two seemed like opposites, but they shared a common hidden sadness. Over the years, feelings and relationships change.

CW: Swearing, sexuality, Bender being a general asshole

Bender had met her the same way everyone in the Breakfast Club had, on the Saturday detention on March 24th. He had seen her in the hallways prior to that as he was always observant. He had seen everyone in the Breakfast Club before that day; but he hadn’t given her much thought. Now, he was paying attention to little else. He had no idea why he was drawn to her; they were both so different and he could never picture himself with a goody-two-shoes like that. But the way she had reacted to his more vulnerable, real moments, how she tried to make a connection with him...that stuck with him. He knew he should have learned from his disastrous blow-up with Claire that two people who were so different just wouldn’t work out. He repeated this to himself over and over, like a mantra, but it never changed how he actually felt.

After the breakup, the Breakfast Club had a split between those who chose Bender and those who chose Claire. Of course, Andrew sided with Claire unconditionally, but John considered that as no big loss. Allison tried to play the middle ground and Johnson had sided more with him, but he was surprised at the wholehearted backing he received from Y/N. He had assumed that she would either try to be neutral like Allison, or pick Claire. She had no reason to side with him, he had always come off as an aloof ass. But she had, and he was eternally grateful for that. He had originally decided to get together with Claire because the notion had a hot, forbidden quality to it. They spent time insulting each other and making out to make up for it. It was as passionate as it was destructive, so of course it couldn’t last. However, when he was alone and reflected to himself, he had been attracted to Y/N all along. She was hot, yes, but he had plenty of good-looking girls to choose from. He was more drawn to that kind, quiet inside she had displayed that day. How she had gone out of her way numerous times to reach out to him and had been genuinely nice to him. Most of the time, someone only did that to gain something for themselves. Whether it was to use him or to make themselves feel better, it depended on the person, but with Y/N that never felt like it was the case.

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart

He thought back to the first time he saw her on that Saturday, walking into the library and looking so out of place. He was already adjusting into his spot when she entered and she froze in front of all the tables like a deer-in-the-headlights, as if she had just materialized there and had no clue what she was doing. He remembered feeling both attracted to that doe-eyed look and scoffing internally at it. While she wasn’t part of the cliques that Andrew and Claire were, she had a very sheltered look to her and he was envious of that type of innocence. Her ignorance must have been bliss compared to the hell he lived each day at school and at home. She was just as out of place as the preppies or ultra-dweeb Johnson, but instead of being offended by that notion, she looked terrified. She meekly put her items on the front-row desk opposite to him and he thought about all the fun he could poke at everyone here, including her. However, the first blow did not land well. Bender loved making people uncomfortable, but he didn’t necessarily want to make them cry. He’d made some off-handed remark towards her. He had been circling her and eyeing her, employing the discomfort he liked inflicting, trying to ‘guess’ why she was in detention. “I bet you were caught fooling around with a teacher, right? Always the quiet ones that you’d least suspect…”

John Bender rarely regretted his words or actions. He knew he was an asshole and let unfiltered thoughts through so that he could be the center of attention. In doing so, he had to stand by all the shit he said, even when he crossed a line. This was one of the scattered occasions in which he felt remorse, though. She didn’t reply, not verbally, anyway, but she looked scared shitless and was rooted to the spot. Tears instantly sprang up in her eyes and she looked as if she were about to hurl right on his combat boots. He backed off after that. He didn’t apologize, because that’s not something John Bender could have on his reputation, but he didn’t target her. There was something so sincere about her reaction and he saw himself reflected in that expression. Not the tough-as-nails persona he projected, but his secret self who had seen too much too early in life and could barely stand another blow. He didn’t know what her deal was, but there was a heavy sadness behind those eyes that was far too real for him to tamper with.

When he had shown the group his souvenir for spilling paint in his garage, courtesy of his father, she must have seen that reflection back. No one in that group actually knew him. They all thought he was a lying sack of shit; what could he say? His reputation preceded him. But he caught her gaze as he backed away from the group, and the sadness in her recognized the sadness in him. He felt an odd sort of click, a mutual understanding, but he turned away from them all and trashed the library.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

That was months ago, and out of everyone he met that day, she was the one who truly stuck by him. He’d surprisingly connected with Johnson, sure. Everybody likes to get high and Bender was the supplier. And he and Allison had similar interests, but she wouldn’t give up Andrew and with that territory came Claire...there was just no going back to that. But Bender still had Y/N, and he could never understand it. The first time he had brought her into his friend circle, he tried to justify it as sticking to his word and ‘having the balls to stand up to his friends’ like he had told Claire to do. He also reasoned that it was some sort of social experiment. As much as he liked to portray himself as someone who couldn’t care less, Bender was entirely social. He craved attention and admiration for others and could read just about anyone like a book. Maybe that’s why he didn’t mess with Y/N after that first comment landed so wrongly. He felt like he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling and decided to back off. However, it wasn’t just some ‘watch and see how she interacts’ set up; Bender genuinely wanted her there. He wanted to integrate her into his life.

She was still extremely quiet, mostly a speak-when-you’re-spoken-to type, but he started to peel back layers in her personality. He found that, despite that lurking sadness, there was an unending pool of optimism. She tried to see the best in situations and in people. She meshed incredibly well with his friends because she listened instead of judged. She would nod along like she knew exactly what they were talking about and how they felt. He started to develop an attachment to her. While he was still dating Claire, he told himself it was akin to having a pet. Y/N was like a goldfish that he could tell his problems to and know the secret would be kept. But after Claire, he realized that wasn’t the case...particularly when he sought Y/N’s comfort above all else. He divulged the entire last big fight he and Claire had to her, and she was just so...reassuring. After that day, he began to see her in a different light. He argued with himself over what his feelings and intentions actually were, but he couldn’t keep them at bay for long. She was good for Bender. He had never felt lighter.

Of course, Bender had not known stability in his life ever, and the risk of falling for Y/N and having it mean something and being accountable to one person overwhelmed him. He did what he knew best: he fought it and ran away from it. At first, he tried to avoid her, just distance himself. But he’d gravitate back; being without her was too heavy to bear. He wanted to try to actively push her away, to fuck up this relationship with his words, just like he did with everything else. But when he opened his mouth to try to lie, to say he didn’t need her or want her around or whatever, he would look into her eyes and it became impossible. He remembered the way he had shaken her to her core the first day they met, and he couldn’t allow himself to bring that sadness up again in her.

We could live for a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears

Eventually, he gave in. While he was able to control his words to not say anything harmful, he wasn’t able to contain them from slipping up and telling her, “Dammit, I love you!” It wasn’t in a context that could be taken as joking or being said flippantly; she knew immediately what he meant and that he meant those words, wholly.

She took his face in her hands and told him, “I love you, too.” There was no turning back, and as the years passed, they fell deeply in love. He'd dug up her secrets and fears, but she seemed to trust him enough to not use them against her in any way. They both dreaded the prospect of never getting out of Shermer and falling into the same circular trap their parents had. However, he reassured her that the moment they had the opportunity, they would bust out of there. He lucked out that Claire had never asked for her diamond earring back. It was probably one of many and she had forgotten she had even given it to him as a token. He decided to pawn it to top-off the savings he and Y/N had accrued. "You're too good for me, you're sure as hell too good for this place,'' he told her. The trade-in was enough to get them out of town and start anew, but only one of them could really ‘move up’ for now. While they argued back and forth about who should get to pursue which dream, Bender rationalized to her, “I was barely cut out for high school. I can’t really do college. And that’s okay. You’re the brains in this relationship, I’m the beauty.” He winked at her and with her laughter as response, that sealed the deal of who was going to school.

I told you

That we could fly

'Cause we all have wings

But some of us don't know why

She searched the crowd, holding her diploma. Bender had supported her both financially and emotionally these last four years and now they had the degree to prove it. She felt pride in being able to take over from him and let him follow a new path. He had always been good with his hands, but despite his protests, he was good with his mind too. He was a sharp-thinker and she knew that he could make a career that he loved out of that. She’d be there to push and brace him as he had done for her. Finally, she spotted him. When their eyes connected, she felt that same crackle that she had the first day they had met, all those years ago. Before the friendship and the love, she knew there was a spark there, that they were two of a kind, even though they were so different.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

[ragingbookdragon]

I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 4

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, ALL THE ANGST Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines @starflyer-104 @justine-en @iwillstaywiththemforever @weirdgirlfromtx @edlothia-baby @soul-end @notsostraightweeb @candlestudy

Author's Note: Some of y'all didn't tag so see if that's something on your end. Enjoy the angst and cliffhanger! -Thorne

Wally didn’t come into the coffee shop for almost two whole months after their fight—not that she blamed him—she was still vaguely upset with his harsh words. But she had to admit that she’d gotten used to his warm presence every morning, and not seeing him messed her up more than she thought it would. More often than not, she found herself absentmindedly staring at the door, waiting for him to walk in with that stupid grin on his face and proceed to boast and recall whatever exciting exploits he and his friends had accomplished earlier. It hurt not to see or hear him, and she realized that Wally had become the greatest friend she’d ever had.

Barry still came in though, and if he knew who she really was, he didn’t say anything because he still acted like he always did. So, even if Wally were still angry with her, at least he’d kept his word and not said anything to anyone about her identity. Which if she were honest, tasted bitter when she thought about the price she paid for his silence—his friendship.

It was getting colder again, which meant a lot more people were coming and going from the shop, so at least she could take her mind off her feelings for at least a few hours. Until she got home, and all she was left with were them and a whole lot of silence to think about them with. Sometimes she thought about calling Wally, at least to hear his voice. Hell, even if their last words to one another were frigid, she missed the interaction. She’d give anything to hear him, even taking another round of cold snipes and trades.

She heaved a sigh and wiped down the last few tables of the evening rush, smiling politely at the people who were still sitting at tables or so across. Today had been hectic and there’d been no let up of customers until the last hour of the shift. She’d never thought they’d run out of coffee, but it came close to that a couple hours ago.

The bell above the door chimed and with her back turned to the entrance, she didn’t see who came in, but with another barista at the counter ready to take the final orders of the evening, she didn’t particularly care. All she wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed. Sleep until hell froze over. That, or until her feet stopped hurting—whichever came first. She let out a quiet laugh that made her chest ache—Wally would’ve found that absolutely hilarious and probably shot back about how if anyone had the right to complain about their feet hurting, it would be him. God, she really missed Wally.

“Melisandre,” someone called quietly, and she glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening when she saw the familiar red head behind her.

Speak and the Devil will appear.

“Wally,” she breathed, voice thick with shock, and before she could stop herself, she was throwing her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

He returned her hug in fold. “I guess I wasn’t the only one who missed this,” he quipped.

She huffed a laugh and pulled away. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t feel right when you don’t come around.” Her eyes narrowed almost sadly. “I’ve missed seeing you, Wally.”

“Same here,” he replied, then glanced at the clock above the espresso machines. “Are you almost off? I want to take you somewhere.”

Nodding, she took a look at her watch. “I get off in about ten minutes. Can you wait that long, or will you perish from boredom?”

“I think I can survive ten minutes, Melisandre,” he retorted and collapsed into one of the booths. “Hurry though, I don’t want to be late.”

She rolled her eyes and deadpanned, “Wally, I can’t speed time up. That’s not how that works.”

“Works for me.” He proudly stated.

“I wonder why?” she retorted sarcastically, then gave him a smile before wandering off to clean the last tables.

***

Despite the fact that Wally could run anywhere he wanted in less than a second, he still owned a vehicle and that was downright baffling in her opinion.

“Dick got it for me.” He suddenly said, shifting the car into drive and she blinked internally wincing at the mention of her brother.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I know you didn’t, (Y/N). But you were thinking it.”

“Uh huh,” she doubted and crossed her arms over her chest. “What am I thinking about right now?”

“Knowing you? Probably food, I know you like to ea—” he dissolved into laughter when she reached over and shoved at his side.

“No, I don’t you ass.”

“Really? Because I distinctly remember the time I took a fry off your basket and you looked at me like I’d killed your favorite dog.” (Y/N) glared at him and he pointed at her. “Yeah, that’s the look right there.”

“I don’t like sharing my food,” she said. “You should’ve known better.” Her eyes drifted to the windshield. “So, where are we going?”

“S.T.A.R. labs.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow and stared at him. “Really? S.T.A.R. labs? What’s there?”

Wally shrugged. “Wanted to show you a bit of what it’s like to be me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You mean you came to see me after all this time and the first thing we’re doing is going to a lab so you can show my what you do?”

His gaze momentarily darted to hers. “Is that a problem?”

“I dunno, I just figured we’d go eat a diner somewhere and apologize to each other.”

“Are you sorry?”

“Beg pardon?”

“Are you sorry? For all of the last three years?”

“Not particularly,” she griped, and he shrugged again.

“Then I’m not sorry for what we said to each other that night.” he let out a sigh. “But I’m willing to let it go, because I’d rather us just have a disagreement than lose what our friendship over it.” he looked at her. “What do you say?”

(Y/N) stared at him for a long moment, then she sighed and nodded. “…Yeah, I agree.”

Wally smiled. “Good.” He turned the wheel and pulled into the parking lot of the lab. “But there is food there for us, so you’ll be satiated anyways.”

“Hardy har har. Shut up, Wallace West,” she shot back, climbing out of the car. Her eyes traveled up the tall building. “Wow, this place is huge, isn’t it?”

She felt him stand next to her. “Yeah. Did you know they had to replace the glass windows a whole bunch of times because Barry and I kept shattering them when we’d run up ‘em?”

(Y/N) blinked, unsurprisingly stating, “No, I did not. But I can see that happening.”

He started towards the doors, leaving her to follow and soon they were stepping into an elevator. She watched him hit the rooftop button and she looked at him.

“If you’re showing me what you do, why are we going to the roof? Shouldn’t we be going to some laboratory inside?”

Wally chuckled. “Patience, young padawan.” He ignored her rolling eyes. “Food first.”

“Oh, dinner in the moonlight? Well, aren’t you just the romantic.” (Y/N) cocked her elbow on his shoulder and grinned. “Don’t tell me you fell in love with me all that time we spent away from each other?”

This time, he was rolling his eyes. “Hardly, (Y/N). I just figured you’d want a nice evening where you weren’t staring at your bland kitchen walls.”

She scoffed and pulled away from him. “Look, I’d paint and hang shit up but the landlord wouldn’t be happy.”

“Since when do you care about making people happy? You’re typically a ‘I’m going to make someone unhappy’ type of person.” Her eyes shifted to his and he waved a hand. “Not what you’re thinking about—I was talking about the coffee shop.”

For a moment, she didn’t say anything, then she hummed. “There’s nothing more fun than telling someone I’m going to get the manager and then do my magic little spin and cheerfully greet, ‘Hi, I’m the manager’.” She grinned. “Does wonders to see Karen’s little head explode.”

Wally chuckled and the elevator dinged. The doors split open, and they walked out onto the rooftop. Surprisingly, the roof was enclosed and lighted, giving her perfect vision and when her eyes fell on them, her heart seemed to stop in her chest, and her feet to a halt.

They stood from the table they’d been sitting at and with her heart hammering against her ribcage, she immediately spun on her heel, intent to flee back into the elevator, only to come chest to chest with Wally, who wrapped his arms around her waist—effectively keeping her in place.

Her feet were still moving on their own accord and she shoved against his chest, trying to get back to the lift. “Wally, move.”

“No, (Y/N),” he murmured, and she could feel her breath starting to come in and out in panicked spurts.

“Wally, please, I’m begging you, move.” She stared up at him and plead, “Please don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything, just please let me leave.”

His evergreen eyes were narrowed in pity, but there was a firmness that rested within that pity and he shook his head. “I can’t let you leave, (Y/N).”

“Wally, please,” she begged, arms starting to go limp against his chest, the tears flooding her vision. “Don’t make me do this.”

“You’ve gotta stop running, (Y/N).”

She couldn’t help the sob that escaped her, and she rested her cheek against his chest. “I hate you…so much.”

“I know,” he murmured.

“You’re a liar and I hate you.”

Wally sighed. “I know you do.”

(Y/N)’s face contorted in anger despite her pain. “I should’ve left the night we fought. I knew you wouldn’t be capable of keeping it from him. From any of them,” she sneered and suddenly pulled away from his grip, eyes flashing with rage.

“This wasn’t your right to tell!” she shouted at him and shoved him in the chest. Wally didn’t budge an inch and she shoved him again. “God, I was so naïve to assume you’d keep your fucking mouth shut! That’s one thing you’re not capable of doing!”

She growled and turned from him, running her hands over her face. “Three years of relative peace shot straight down the fucking drain,” she shot him a teary glower. “All because of you and your big bleeding heart for your best friend.”

Wally frowned. “I’m doing what I think is best, (Y/N).”

“Forcing me to meet them isn’t what’s best, Wally! I didn’t want to be found! I didn’t want to be associated with them again!” she snarled and in an instance her anger cooled, her shoulders drooping as she lamented, “…This wasn’t a decision you should’ve made. This was never your right to decide. For me…or for them.”

“Perhaps it wasn’t,” he agreed. “But if you weren’t going to draw the line in the sand, I was.”

(Y/N) met his gaze and held it for a long moment, then she turned her attention to the four men who were standing in front of the table, their expressions a mixture of regret, anger, and relief.

She let out a long sigh and reached up to rub at her temples. “Let me guess, I’m not allowed to leave until we’ve had our picture-perfect reunion scene?”

Wally nodded. “The elevator is sadly,” his hand shot backwards and with a sharp crackle of lightning, the light went out. “out of order.”

(Y/N) shook her head in disappointment at him then declared, “The next time I run, I’m settling in a city that has no superheroes.”

“Good plan,” he quipped. “But I don’t think there’ll be anymore running.”

She got up in his face and hissed, “Then you underestimate my feelings regarding the brothers and father before me.”

[comfortbucky]

I asked for the doctor!bucky andd you don't have to write but I forgot to ask... He is like a really busy doctor and it surprises the female reader that he is going to do her stitches... Wanda is his assistant. He has to give you a pain numbing shot in your cut and he comforts you when you scream and writh in pain... Thanks xxx

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pairing: doctor!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: descriptions of bloody injuries, medical settings, stitches, needles

A/N: omg i’ve never written for doctor!bucky before so i’m excited hehe :) thank u for ur request! // i changed around who was administering the numbing agent and doing the stitches btw i hope u don't mind, just made more sense in my head for bucky to be able to comfort her if his hands are free!

hope u enjoy! <3 sorry if this isn't that good asjdfhaldf

Y/L/N = your last name

also let me just indulge myself and sprinkle some of my own experiences in this bc a couple months ago i literally slammed my head into a wall and cut my eyelid😃nothing bad enough to get stitches but i do have a scar💗

word count: 2k

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“Y/N! Come quick!”

Y/N was digging through her dresser for a sweater when her roommate, Darcy, called out for her. She lifted her head up and spun it without thinking, completely forgetting that her dresser was situated in the corner of her room, slamming her head into the wall.

Her ears started to ring and she bent over in laughter, her natural response to pain, as tears threatened to fall down her face.

“Y/N?” Darcy was met by silence, Y/N struggling to respond, her body overcome with laughter so hard she was inaudible. Concerned that Y/N had knocked herself out cold, Darcy peeked her head around the corner of Y/N’s doorway, to find her hurled over, a hand over her left eye, drops of crimson blood on the ground.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Y/N lifted her head, calming down from her fit of laughter, and nodded.

“Yeah, of course, this would happen to me,” she replied chuckling, taking a tissue from Darcy to put pressure on her cut.

Carefully making her way to a mirror, Y/N grabbed her phone on the way. She stared at her reflection and slowly removed the tissue from her face to examine the extent of her injury. It was steadily bleeding, most likely a bad sign. Y/N placed her tissue back over her cut and reached for her phone and Facetimed her friend Matt, an EMT.

“Hello- What the fuck happened to you?”

“Hi Matt,” she replied, shooting him a grin through the screen. “Slammed my head against the wall, by accident.”

“I would hope so,” he sighed. “Let me guess, you’re wondering whether you should go to the ER or not?”

“You know me so well, Matty.”

“Has it stopped bleeding?” Y/N removed the tissue and felt a warm liquid trail down the side of her face.

“No.”

“Go to the ER, please.” She groaned.

If there was one place in the world she despised, it was a hospital. But Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to convince either of her friends otherwise, and dragged her feet as she reluctantly followed Darcy to her car.

It was a normal night in the ER, which meant a fury of organized chaos. Bucky found himself needed in 6 places, all at the same time. But this was an environment that he had become accustomed to, almost finding comfort in the madness of it all. Although the ER was bustling with patients, there weren’t any injuries that were very severe, mostly just broken bones and lacerations. Simple enough to the point where Bucky felt like he was operating on autopilot mode. Going through the motions of whatever task he needed to do, but not anything more than that. He felt numb. For the last several years of his life, the hospital was all that he knew. Bucky kept himself busy with work, leaving him with only a small social circle and his cat, Alpine. It was enough for him, but he never really felt complete. Which is why he threw himself into his work, drowning out his inner thoughts about a missing piece he never thought he’d find.

“Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 25.”

Bucky took a quick sip of his coffee and sighed before heading off to see his next patient. Wanda appeared from around the corner and started walking with him.

“This one’s a simple laceration, just might need stitches.” Bucky nodded in response to her, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

She was one of the select few who he considered a friend. Which was a little odd considering he was an attending and she was only a resident. But she was a good student, a fast learner, and one of the only residents he was ever willing to work with. He took her under his wing, fostering a friendship by spending time together in his office, reviewing various medical cases and files.

“Alright, you up to do them?”

Wanda came to a halt, Bucky taking a couple steps before looking back at her, tilting his head, waiting for a response.

“Y-Yeah, yes!” She stammered. “T-thank you, Dr. Barnes.” He nodded his head and turned back around to continue walking, Wanda close behind.

Y/N was sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding a blood-soaked tissue over her left eye. Her leg was bouncing, a nervous tic she had developed from a young age. The adrenaline had worn off, forcing her to feel a throbbing pain, her eyes brimming with tears. She avoided crying in front of people whenever possible, so as soon as Darcy left to grab some coffee and snacks from the cafeteria, she let the floodgates open. The sound of footsteps approaching made her freeze and she used her sleeves to sloppily wipe away the tears that were streaming down her face.

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

A firm, but somehow also gentle, voice called out to her before the curtain was pulled open to reveal a tall man with dark brown hair, a stubbly beard, and stunningly blue eyes standing next to a woman with blazing red hair and contrasting green eyes. Y/N’s gaze was immediately fixated on the man’s eyes, unable to look away for a moment, before she realized she was staring. She quickly looked down and cleared her throat.

“Y/N, you can just call me Y/N.”

The man nodded and set down his clipboard at the end of the bed before speaking.

“I’m Dr. Barnes and this is Dr. Maximoff.” The woman gave a slight wave as she began charting on a computer. “Can I take a look at your eye?”

Y/N nodded, feeling her anxiety rise as the doctor pulled some gloves on and approached her.

He pulled over a stool to sit on and carefully removed the tissue that Y/N had been holding in place to assess the injury. While Bucky looked at her cut, he stole a glance to study the rest of her face. He couldn't help but take note of the pained look on her face, her eyes still watery and her button nose red from crying. It was the first time in a long time that he felt a twinge of pain while looking at someone's injury, that he felt practically anything at all during a shift. She felt his warm breaths on her face for a moment before he pulled away and replaced her bloody tissue with some gauze.

“Do you mind if she takes a look as well?” Y/N nodded again. Bucky got up from the stool, allowing Wanda to take his spot and assess her eye.

“So it looks like you just need 2 or 3 stitches, very simple procedure.”

Y/N felt her entire body tense up at Wanda's conclusion. She could barely stand sitting in a hospital bed alone and now she was about to get poked and prodded with needles. Bucky noticed and attempted to ease her worries.

"We'll administer a numbing agent, so you won't feel any pain, just pressure at the site."

She looked up at Bucky, who had a kind, tired expression on his face. It looked like he was having a long night and she didn't want to make his job any more difficult than it probably already was. Y/N gave him a small nod and Wanda started to gather the necessary supplies.

She laid back in bed with Wanda and Bucky sitting next to each other on her left. Her hands were folded on her stomach, eyes shut.

"You're gonna feel a slight pinch, okay?" She nodded and bit her lip to try and distract herself.

Wanda proceeded to administer the numbing shot and Y/N squeezed her hands tight, whimpering in pain. Bucky observed the pained expression on her face and placed a hand on her forearm, reflexively rubbing his thumb in small circles. When Wanda pulled the needle out, Y/N slowly fluttered her eyes open and was greeted by Bucky's warm smile. A blush crept to her cheeks and she turned her attention to the ceiling. Immediately, Bucky realized how unprofessional his action was and removed his hand. He had no idea what had come over him, but he'd never felt so drawn to someone like this before.

"Now I'm going to do the stitches, okay? You should just feel a slight pressure." Just as before, Y/N shut her eyes after Wanda spoke and gripped her hands tight. She felt the pressure that Wanda was talking about and couldn't help but squirm at the feeling. Another wave of anxiety rushed over her and she felt herself start to hyperventilate.

Wanda removed the needle and quickly turned to Bucky, a panicked look on her face. He gave her a reassuring look before speaking softly.

"Y/N? Do you think you could hold still for just a little longer?" She opened her eyes, brimming with tears.

"Sorry, I just, I hate needles." Y/N fiddled with her hands as she kept her gaze up, trying to avoid the tears from escaping. Bucky felt his heart sink in his chest at the sight.

"What do you think would help you relax?"

Thoughts ran through her head as she tried to find a solution to relieve her anxiety. Y/N thought back to when she was young and chuckled, remembering a stuffed whale that she got at an aquarium, that went everywhere with her.

"This is stupid but, when I was a kid, I would carry around this stuffed animal around and it helped to hold it whenever I had to get shots."

Bucky thought for a moment and ran a hand through his hair, wondering if he was going to regret the words about to leave his mouth.

"You could hold my hand."

Y/N and Wanda both looked at him with surprised expressions, regret instantly hitting him.

"If you're comfortable with it," he quickly clarified. Y/N felt the corner of her mouth curve into a smile as she nodded.

She laid back down and Bucky took her hand in his. The instant transfer of heat soothed Y/N and she shut her eyes to allow Wanda to get to work.

When she felt the pressure on her eye again, her hand automatically gripped Bucky's tighter, and he squeezed it back to help calm her. Y/N focused on the callousness of his hands, how his hand seemed to fit into hers perfectly. Suddenly, she was thinking about his eyes again, those glimmering blue eyes. Blue was always a calming color for her, reminiscent of her trip to the aquarium where she got her beloved stuffed whale. As she felt Bucky's thumb gently rub the top of her hand, she realized that her whale could never provide as much comfort as he did.

Bucky felt a sense of pride as he watched the tension in Y/N's face disappear. Suddenly, he found his eyes wandering, looking at the loose strands of hair on the right side of her face, the rosiness of her cheeks, how she glowed. His heart started to palpate and Bucky realized a flame had kindled inside him. He was feeling again.

"All done!" Wanda chirped, stepping aside to let Bucky check her work. He smiled at her patted her on the back with his free hand.

"You did good." Wanda beamed and thanked him, walking away to complete her charting.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, still feeling the warmth of Bucky's hand in hers. He greeted her with a tender smile and slowly helped her up, placing his other hand on the small of her back.

"See? Wasn't that bad after all," he grinned, releasing her hand. Y/N's smile faltered, missing his touch, and nodded.

"Thank you, Dr. Barnes."

"Bucky," he stated. She raised an eyebrow. "Call me Bucky."

The pair stared at each other in silence, enjoying each other's presence before the PA system snapped them both out of their trance.

"Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 16."

Bucky sighed, slowly getting up from his seat.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N."

"You too, Bucky."

He turned around and was about to pull the curtain open when he paused, turning back around to face Y/N, scratching the back of his head. It took one look at her face and Bucky knew he didn't want to let her go just yet.

"Would you like to get coffee sometime?" She beamed up at him and Bucky felt his knees go weak.

"I would like that very much." He chuckled in disbelief and smiled.

Bucky had finally found his missing piece.

[rek1s-headband]

hello! First off, just wanna say your writing is amazing and gives me so much joy with how well you write the characters. Secondly, mayhaps a set of headcanons for poly!y/n with Langa and Reki or a cute date one shot?

➯ A/N: Hey! Thanks for the request, hope you enjoy:)

➯“Lady and the (two) tramps” poly date one-shot

➯ Characters: Reki Kyan x Langa Hasegawa x gn reader

i know it says “lady” and the 2 tramps but thats just cause yall act out a scene from the movie dw its still a gn reader

➯ Warnings: none:)

➯ Word count: 2K

You skipped down the stairs at the sound of someone enthusiastically knocking at your door. You could only assume it was Reki, he always picked you up before the two of you headed over to Langas, whose house was furthest out of you three. You flung the door open, grinning when you saw Reki smiling up at you from the doorstop. You let out a scream of delight, jumping into his arms as he responded with a laugh. You heard his skateboard skitter along your driveway when he dropped it, arms coming up to wrap around you as he spun you around.

“Hey sweetheart” you heard him muffle into the side of your neck as he held you close, and you could feel the smile on his lips. He slowly brought his head out, hair ruffled and a dopey grin on his face. You reached up to fix his hair, reciprocating his greeting with a smile of your own. You brought him around the side of your house to collect your skateboard and help him retrieve his from where it was cast on the floor. He reached out to offer his hand to you, bringing it up to kiss it when you accepted. “Shall we go?” He cocked his head to the side, smiling brightly when you nodded and stood onto your skateboard.

And so the two of you made your way to Langa’s, you shooting him a quick text to let him know you were on the way. You and Reki made light conversation as you skated along the roads of Okinawa, talking about where the three of you would go today. It was a Saturday, which usually meant it as date night for you three. What you did on your dates changed quite a bit, but according to Reki, Joe had some new recipies on his menu that he wanted to try, and he thought you and Langa might like them. Joe’s was a regular date spot, the three of you annoying the shit out of the poor man with your antics. You would stay there for hours, simply asking for water and breadsticks until he threatened to kick you out in an attempt to lengthen your visit. He would never actually kick the three of you out though, he loves you too much. You hope.

You picked up your board as you and Reki got to the front of Langa’s house, both of you knocking at the same time. You could hear his mother behind the door calling him excitedly, telling him his partners were at the door. You heard what sounded like Langa practically falling down his stairs, and you and Reki shared a look, both wondering just what was going on in the house. Based on Langa’s dishevelled demeanour as he stepped out the door, something of the sort had indeed happened. His expression quickly picked up when he saw the two of you waiting for him. He pulled the two of you into a hug, giving Reki a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around to press one to your forehead. And once again you were skating down the road, except this time it was all three of you, headed to Joe’s to stuff yourselves with his new meals.

The smell of Italian cuisine wafted through your nostrils as you took in the scenery around you. Joe’s was particularly packed today, but your booth was empty as usual, the three of you slipping into it while laughing at something Langa had said. After the first month or so of you going to Joe’s on Saturdays, he’d started reserving the booth for you to ensure you had somewhere to sit. You sat beside Langa while Reki slid into the other side of the booth. You’d swap who sat where every week, for example last week Langa and Reki sat on one side while you took the other. Joe made his way out of the kitchen, smiling when he saw the three of you sitting down. He made his way over to you, menus in one hand and a notepad in the other.

“I was wondering when you kids would finally show up! Thought you’d decided to ditch me this week.” The three of you laughed while he placed the menus down, looking at you expectedly. “so let me guess,” he pointed at you, “breadsticks?” You laughed while Reki shook his head, to which Joe gave him a puzzled look. “No? But its what you always seem to get. In a rush to leave today?” Langa flipped through the menu, pointing out a few things to you with one hand while the other snaked around your waist.

“Not today, were on a mission.” Reki explained while you slid down in your seat, stretching and getting comfy while Langa practically salivated over the menu. “We heard you’ve got some new stuff on the menu, and we wanted to make sure we had enough time to try it.” You and Langa nodded enthusiastically while Joe chuckled, checking his watch.

“Well you’re lucky you didn’t get here later, I have just enough time to whip up the new ones for you before I close up. So dont go getting too comfy, I’ll have to kick you out within the hour!” You smiled at Joe, sliding even further down into your seat and cuddling into Langa, exaggeratedly putting your arms around him as you batted your eyes as Joe.

“Oh dont worry, we wont get too comfy!” Langa played along, practically lying down in the booth with you as you faked being asleep. Reki giggled across from you, snapping a few pictures of the two of you. You shot into the booth beside him to look at the photos, horrified when you realized he had posted them on his story. You pouted as he pulled you into his side, giving you a quick kiss as he explained how cute the two of you looked. You slid back into Langa, both of you pretending to ignore Reki, laughing when he started whining about how he’d leave and make you two pay for everything yourselves.

When the food finally came, you all watched with wide eyes as four big plates were put in front of you: a new spaghetti and meatballs with “improved sauce”, a huge pizza littered with [whatever toppings you like], a lasagna dish with extra crispy cheese, and a big basket of garlic bread. Langa was practically foaming at the mouth beside you as you watched Reki immediately lunge for a slice of pizza. You turned around to thank Joe before grabbing your own fork and diving into the lasagna.

After the three of you had demolished the better of 2/3 of all the dishes, you grabbed the pate of meatballs, declaring you wanted to try something with them. “It’ll be cute! Come on” you begged as you set up your camera. The plan was to recreate the scene from The Lady and the Tramp, taking turns sharing a string of spaghetti before meeting in the middle. They eventually agreed, allowing you to hand them a string of spaghetti to put in their mouth.

First was Reki, who kept sucking too fast and pulling it out of your mouth, just eating it for himself. Eventually he got it right, pulling you into a sweet kiss in the middle of the table. You had to tap him to make him take away his hand he’d placed at the back of your head in an attempt to keep you there just a bit longer, worried that people were staring. He giggled, watching as Langa made his way to the other side of the table so you could properly film it. Reki gave him a quick kiss before Langa gently placed the spaghetti in his mouth. However, he kept laughing and had to replace it multiple times. Finally he stopped laughing long enough for you to meet him in the middle, giving him a soft kiss. When you broke away he was quickly getting up and coming back to your side, declaring it was him and Reki’s turn. They took the longest, Langa’s laughing and Reki’s speedy eating combining to create absolute chaos. When you finally had it filmed, you looked around to see the restaurant completely deserted, Joe yelling a muffled “Get out!” from the kitchen. You picked up your boards and ran out, leaving your money on the table and yelling a “Thanks!” In Joe’s general direction.

You skated along the road, stopping at a corner store to pick up some snacks for while the three of you were skating. Reki was playing music from his speaker as you talked, acting as background noise while you laughed together. Just as you had been picked up, you and Reki skated with Langa back to his house. His mom was already waiting for him at the door, waving at you excitedly when she saw the three of you come into view. You all went up to the door, giving her a hug and making small talk while you said goodbye to Langa for the night. After Reki said goodbye and walked over to talk to his mom, you wrapped your arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek and holding him tight. He laughed, rubbing your back as he pulled away from the hug to run his hand through your hair and along your cheek, pulling you back in for one final kiss. You and Reki waited until they had both gone inside before skating off, headed for your house.

You hung around your door with Reki for a few minutes, not wanting to go inside and for the night to be over. Soon enough though, you were telling Reki he needed to head home, not wanting him to skate home by himself too late. He chuckled, pulling you close and resting his chin on your head. “Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t defend you and Langa? I’ll be fine sweetheart.” He pulled away to look at you, smiling down at you while he rubbed your face. You leaned into the touch, telling him you were still going to worry and he should head home regardless. He faked a pout before grinning, pulling you close and giving you another kiss, swaying you as your hand came up to mess with his hair. When you finally pulled away, you stayed in his arms for a little while before finally stepping closer to your door, letting go of his hand last as you opened it. You waved goodbye to Reki before blowing a kiss, which he caught, bringing his hand to his mouth.

Before you closed your door, Reki stood onto his board and began to make his way down your driveway. “Goodnight sweetheart!” He yelled as he looked behind at you, nearly falling off his board because he wasn’t looking at where he was going. You laughed, waving back.

“Goodnight my prince!” You could see him smile at the nickname from the end of your driveway, before finally pushing off. You closed the door when he left your sight, smiling to yourself as you made your way back to your room. You looked at the videos you took earlier that day, smiling when you heard Reki cheer in the background of you and Langa’s video. You sent them into the group chat the three of you had, laughing at the pictures Reki took of you and Langa and saving them to your phone.

Maybe the three of you might make a reappearance at Joe’s the following day. After all, the food was delicious, among other things..

[juicednewt]

Strangers in the Night (3/?)

Pairing: SilcoXGN!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only!)

Wordcount: 2k

Chapter Summary: Vander’s death. New management at the Last Drop. Rumors are circulating wildly around Silco, one of the Sons of Zaun of old, returning from the dead. It didn’t take you long to realize that the man you had met twice at the bridge was the same Silco who is making moves to take over as the new de facto leader of the Undercity. You keep your head low and try to continue your small life in peace, but of course, things never stay that way.

Note: Sooooooo there is a small masturbation scene in the beginning of this chapter so 18 and up only please!

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Chapter Three

You arched your back, pressing your stomach flush against your bed as you stroked yourself. The moans that slipped through your mouth stifled as you buried your face in your pillow.

Just a few minutes ago, you had woken up sweating and twisted in your threadbare sheets. The image of blue and black-red eyes and a strong, wiry body thrusting into yours lingered like a ghost as your mind groggily lifted itself from its dreams. The sound of the morning crowds hummed outside your apartment window.

You had work but a single look at the clock told you that you had more than a few minutes to take care of yourself before you got out of bed. You wasted no time in kicking off your pants and flipping onto your stomach. You started gently, taking slow, deep breaths as you touched yourself and imagined long, graceful fingers trailing down your spine, teasing, until they gripped your hips. They lightly kneaded the flesh there before the grip turned rough, tugging you against him as he pinned you into the bed with his weight.  A smug, darkened voice whispered low in your ear. Eager, aren’t we?

You ground yourself harder into your hand, picking up speed as you furiously chased your peak. When you came, you were begging, his name slipping through your lips like a prayer.

Laying on your bed alone, coming down from the high, you took one reluctant look at the clock to confirm what you already knew: you were going to be late for work.

You watched as he counted coins and placed them one by one into a small satchel, which made you a little more than nervous. Pay wasn’t for another week.

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A tired looking man with roughly cropped red hair sat behind his desk as he arranged his papers. His desk was flimsy, slapped together from unfinished plywood and two dented filing cabinets. Stacks of paperwork surrounded him on all sides.

He tossed the satchel towards the end of the desk, in your direction.

“Here’s pay to last you through the month.”

When he was met with silence, he gazed up from his papers, meeting your eyes briefly before they slid to settle on your shirt.

“You’re done, starting today. We have new management topside and they want us to cut down on staff,” he said stiffly. He bit his lip before sighing, his shoulders falling. “I’m sorry, kid.”

Your throat was suddenly dry. “I, uh, didn't expect this from you.”

“It’s the business. It’s how it’s always been and how it will be in the future too. If I can give you some friendly advice, find work in a store or an office or something like that.”

“I can handle myself here just fine,” you said, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Well from my reports, it looks like you almost got into…,” he checks his notes. “four accidents this month alone. Three, the month before. I don’t know about you, but in my book, that’s not ‘fine’.”

Well, you couldn't say he was wrong.

“Boss, I'm sorry. I’ve been distracted. I haven’t been sleeping well, but I can change that.”

He waved towards the bag on his desk.  “Trust me. I’m doing you a favor here. Now take the coin and get out of here."

Your boss, ex-boss, gave you a resigned look.

“Look, I don’t deny you’re a good employee. You don’t try to steal from me or start any fights with the assholes on your shift but you’re also —  and I don’t mean this poorly, kid — not cut out for this work. I’d rather you not die or get disfigured under my watch."

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No one else was in the alleyway.

The man who was blocking your way grinned at you. He was shaggy haired and wiry. He didn’t look rough but the look in his eye was a little unhinged. He wore a black jacket over a stained tanktop and some heavy boots.

“Give me what you got and I’ll leave you with only a few bruises.” He licked his lips, “if I’m feeling nice.”

You groaned as you pinched the bridge of your nose. It just wasn’t your lucky day today, was it?

“Hey man, I just lost my job. How about you cut me a break?”

“Oh, boo hoo. Maybe I just don’t like your faggy face huh? Maybe I just wanna carve my name into that skin of yours so people know not to mess with me. ”

Ass. You thought, your eyebrow twitching.

“You know, I really won’t feel bad about breaking in your face if you keep that up.”

You should run. Running was the smart thing, but gods was today a shit day. You rubbed your knuckles together. Maybe this is exactly what you needed.

All right. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. You haven’t fought for years but you could handle one asshole.

You put your hands up in a fighting stance.

The thug rushed at you, a gleeful grin on his face. He swung wide with his right arm, leaving himself open below. Surprising yourself, you smoothly ducked and landed a jab in his stomach. You pivoted to face him as he stumbled. You kept your hands up. The thug held his side and chuckled. “Okay, okay, okay.”

Without looking at you or composing himself, he suddenly rushed at you again, his arms flailing at his sides, his hair half covering his wild face. Taken off guard, you instinctively shifted your weight back. When the punch cracked against your cheek, you could feel yourself toppling too far back. Shit, shit. Your breath was pushed out of you when you landed on your back.

In a second, the guy was straddling your chest, his arms raised. One fist whipped across your face, then another, harder than the first. You could taste blood, metallic and wet on your lips. Something wet hit your face too, splashing on your cheeks and forehead. Grasping at his jacket, you looked up to see spit flying out of the thug’s mouth as he laughed above you. Grunting, you tensed and put all your muscle into bucking your hips forward.

The guy was forced to roll over your head and you scrambled to your feet. You spit blood out of your mouth and wiped your lips with the back of your hand.

“You’re fucking annoying, you know. If you think anyone’s afraid of you, you’re a dumb piece of shit.”

This time when he rushed you, same as before, you raised your boot and kicked him square in the chest. Planting your foot forward, you lunged with a fist and heard a satisfying crack as it met his face center on. The blood was warm and sticky as it painted your fist. Another foot forward and your fist swept upward, smashing up against his chin.

The guy moaned, staggering in place, and you watched warily as he crumpled onto the dirty cobbled stone.

You nudged his body with the toe of your boot. He was out cold.

You’re soft, kid. Your old boss' words rang in your head. With adrenaline still in your veins, you laughed. “Like fucking hell I’m soft. I still got it.”

You were still trying to catch your breath when you heard a voice behind you.

“Nice work.” The voice was familiar, and you turned swiftly to face him. “We keep meeting. On your way to the river?”

You nodded at him. “Hello Silco.”

Silco tilted his head in response. “My name precedes me.”

You scoffed. “You really care what I think?”

“If people didn’t know your name before, son of Zaun, they definitely know you now.” You looked at that eye, black with red swirling in its center. “Everyone’s talking about the guy with the red eye who popped up after Vander’s…death.” You kept the accusation on your tongue. “That and his purple goons that took over the Last Drop.”

“And how do you feel about that?,” he said nonchalantly, his hands now behind his back.

“Yes. I do,” he said. You gave him a dubious look. He gave a small shrug. “Gossip is valuable. Better I know who is my enemy and who is there to be a bystander.”

When he didn’t say more, you realized he was waiting for your answer. You spoke slowly, searching for the proper words. Definitely didn’t want to come off as an enemy.

“Honestly? I didn’t know Vander. I heard he was a great guy. He was generous and patient. And that he did his best to take care of the undercity and keep the peace.”

“But I also heard that he got soft in his age, mellow. He wasn't willing to push back against topside when they wanted to step on us.”

“Good answer.” Silco stepped forward. “I survived and Vander didn’t. His death means a new era for the Lanes and subsequently, the undercity.”

You held your breath as he brushed past you. He nudged the unconscious guy’s face with his boot to get a better look before letting his head fall back to the ground.

“How do you feel after the fight?”

You watched him. “Why?”

Silco didn’t reply. Instead, he raised a brow in your direction, waiting. You huffed.

“I feel good. Actually.” You studied your skinned knuckles. “My sister always scolded me when I got into fights,” you paused. “But I forgot how alive it made me feel.”

“Battlejoy.” At your curious glance, he explained. “That is how one of my employees describes the feeling.”

“Huh. Cool.”

“Cool, indeed.” He turned to face you now and remembering how close he was to you last time as well as your activities from this morning, you fought hard to keep your face in a neutral expression.

“Are you looking for work?”

You blinked. "What?"

He sighed. “Work,” he said slowly. “A paying job.”

You licked your lips, flinching when the cut on the lower half stung. You were definitely going to feel it in the morning.

You knew what your sister would tell you to do — which was to bow your head respectfully, thank him for his time, before firmly saying ‘no, thank you’. But your sister wasn’t around anymore.

And I’m not anyone’s baby sibling anymore. I’m supposed to be stronger. I can be stronger.

Something like excitement crept into the back of your mind. Maybe this could be something new. Something besides floating for the rest of your life.

You gave a firm nod. “I’m in." At that, Silco raised a brow.

"I haven't even told you what kind of work you'll be doing yet."

Ah right. You could feel heat surging to your cheeks. You wracked your mind to say something, anything.

"I-I want to be stronger." The honesty of your statement made you cringe, but if Silco felt the same way, he didn't show it. He only waited patiently for you to continue.

"And I know if I work for you, I can be. I'll be honest. I've never done rough work but I will trust your judgment in that matter."

His look was thoughtful as re-assessed you. "Hm. There's more to you than I thought."

"Thank you, sir."

Without thinking it through, going off the most recent sequel of “The Chemfather”, you then kneeled down on one knee in front of him, your hand on your thigh for balance.

Silco watched as you kneeled, his one good brow climbing higher until it almost disappeared into his hairline.

“Exactly... what are you doing?”

“Uh,” you said, this time definitely turning at least three shades darker. “Isn’t this how it goes? Don’t I kiss your signet ring now or something?”

There was a long moment of silence. You started to sweat as Silco’s blue eye narrowed at you.

Then you heard an odd sound, dry and sharp.

Silco was laughing.

The chuckle bubbled out of him, brief as it was sudden, before he coughed and looked away to regain his composure. Nonetheless you gazed up at him, dazed at the sound.

"Stand up, there's no need for that. Really."

When you climbed unsteadily to your feet, he held out his hand for you to shake.

"Stop by The Last Drop tomorrow evening. I'll have a contract for you to sign by then."

You shook his hand. It was, you noted, warm. When you withdrew, your own hand tingled as you let it fall to your side.

Perhaps you were in deeper than you thought.

[tryingmybestpls]

From the Dining Table

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Sam decided to visit the Reader and her daughter in the months following Steve’s death.

Word Count: 2k

Rating: T

Warnings: a child, mentions of infertility, mentions of a miscarriage, talks of pregnancy, mentions of loss, death, feelings of loneliness, depression, grief

Y/N looked exhausted.

Sam watched from his seat at the kitchen island as she bounced the crying infant in her arms, trying to soothe little Sarah Rogers. The bundle of pink was screaming her, upset at everyone and everything. Y/N smiled at him apologetically, holding her child with one arm while the other went to work grabbing a bottle from the fridge.

"I don't know if you can tell, but I wasn't her favorite parent." Y/N tells Sam, only joking slightly as she pops the lid off the bottle with one hand. She cradles her daughter carefully before giving her the bottle, silencing her cries. A smile stretches across her face, happy that her child's cries had stopped.

Y/N had been dealt a bad hand by the universe.

Steve and Y/N had tried for years to have a baby. Both of them had desperately wanted a family, wanted some slice of normalcy in their lives. At first, in that first year they were married, it had been fun, playing that guessing game each month. They weren't seriously trying then, just letting whatever happen to happen. Then as one year turned into two, they got a little more serious about the whole thing. Both of them did everything they needed to do-they got tested to make sure everything was working right, did everything the doctor told them to do. Dozens of false positive pregnancy tests had plagued them in those first two years, constantly getting their hopes up old to rip that all away. Trying in the third year was halted by the Sokovia Accords and the team fighting each other. Y/N and Steve both thought it would be a bad idea to try to have a child while they were on the run, so they stopped their efforts. The fourth year had brought heartbreak when Y/N had actually gotten pregnant for the first time, but lost the baby before she was twelve weeks along. They tried a few times in the fifth year, months after Thanos had snapped his fingers and wiped out half of the galaxy. It had felt wrong though, to be trying to bring life into the universe when so much loss had just occurred. In the span of the five years that everyone was gone, Y/N had been told she was infertile. She just had to grin and bear it, helping Pepper and Tony take care of Morgan whenever they asked. Steve and her just sort of gave up, not wanting to deal with all of the heartache for the rest of their lives.

It was towards the end of their ninth year of marriage, their ninth year of trying to have a baby, someone smiled down upon them. As an early Christmas gift, Steve and Y/N received a positive pregnancy test. They were incredibly cautious, doing everything to the 'T' to make sure that they child would be okay. And in August, Y/N gave birth to a beautiful baby girl- Sarah Rose Rogers, named Sarah after Steve's mother. Things were great until October, when they had to fight against Thanos one last time to make things right and Steve decided he would much rather go back in time to be with Peggy, coming back an elderly man.

He died a few months later, right after his daughter turned five months old.

"How are you doing?" Sam asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the hungry child. Y/N sighed softly, looking up. She had deep dark circles under her eyes, clearly showing that she hadn't been getting much sleep. Her cheeks didn't look as full, making Sam wonder if she wasn't eating.

"I'm surviving. It's definitely difficult, trying to balance everything." Y/N replies, her eyes glancing back down at her daughter, "It's-Everything is all new to me. Most of the time I think I'm doing everything wrong."

"When was the last time you slept?" He questions, shifting on the bar stool. Sam felt guilty. Steve had asked both him and Bucky to look after his wife and child, to make sure that they were doing okay without him. Sam hadn't. He had other things to deal with-such as trying to readjust to this new world and talking to his family-so checking on Y/N had slipped his mind. Yet as he looks at her, taking in every little detail, Sam knows that he should've been calling her more, should've talked to her more.

"I can't sleep." She answers honestly, leaving out the 'without him' that was sitting on the tip of her tongue. Y/N had been so used to sleeping next to Steve that she had found it almost impossible to sleep without him. She fights the urge to yawn as she continues, "Besides, it gives me time to take care of things around the house. There's always a ton of laundry to do and I have work -"

"Woah woah hold on, you're supposed to be on leave, Y/N." Sam announces, raising an eyebrow at her. Y/N continues to feed her daughter as she glances up at him, her lips pressed tightly together.

"I'm not going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs, Sammy. I-I need to keep myself busy." Y/N replies, her voice wavering. She withholds the words that want to follow. I don't want to think about him. Sam turns his head, his eyes landing on a box sitting in the table that sat in the kitchen. A layer had dust had gathered on top of it. It probably hasn't been touched since it had been placed on top of the table. Written across the side of the box in black ink was PICTURES + RIBBON BANNERS. Things from the funeral, he realizes, left in the box to collect dust.

"Are you going to therapy? Like we talked about?" Sam questions, his voice a lot softer, like he's talking to a child. Y/N's shoulders seemed to slump and her mood starts to sour. She looks down at her daughter, who is blissfully unaware of what's happening around her. When Sam asked if he could come over, she should have assumed that he was going to act like this but she didn't. Y/N had thought he was just coming over to visit, but then again that should've raised some alarm. Like everyone else after Steve was put in the ground, Sam had left to live his life. Y/N had to struggle with being a new mother and living without Steve all by herself. No one offered their help or checked in to see how she was doing. The only one who she talked to was Rhodey, but that's because they worked together.

"You thought about him didn't you? That's why you're here. Something reminded you of him and then you thought of me." Y/N replies, the emotions leaving her voice, "Because if you did care, you would've called or texted or something."

"Y/N-" He starts, but Y/N quickly cuts him off, pulling the now empty bottle away from her daughter's mouth. Sarah looks up at her mother, her little hands rubbing at her eyes. The baby shifted in her mother's arms, trying to get comfortable. Y/N carefully puts the bottle into the sink.

"No, no don't try to tell me that you came here on your own volition, Sam. You don't text me, you don't call, you don't try to talk to me for a few months and all of a sudden you want to drop in?" Y/N sighs, shaking her head, "I-I appreciate you coming here, I really do, but don't waltz in here suddenly concerned over me."

They stay silent for a moment. Sam knew she was right. He had kept himself busy and as the days passed by, Y/N and what she might be going through slipped from his mind. It wasn't until last week when he was asked by someone about how Y/N was doing. He knows that he should've been making sure she was okay. Y/N had been one of his closest friends before Thanos snapped his fingers. He had watched her and Steve's relationship blossom and bloom. Hell, he had been Steve's best man at their wedding. He should have been right there for Y/N, should have been her shoulder to cry on after Steve had been buried, should have helped her take care of Sarah, but he hadn't. He had decided to run away, leaving her behind, leaving her to reassemble the shattered pieces of her life by herself. Sam had gotten to move on with his life. Y/N couldn’t.

"I'm sorry. I know that should've called and made contact after the funeral. I know that I should've come by. I just..." Sam sighs, his eyes focused on her, "I didn't know what to say to you. I wanted to help, wanted to console you, but I-I just couldn't. I didn't know how to tell you that everything was going to be okay when I didn't know if it was going to be okay."

Y/N doesn't respond. Instead of looking at Sam, she casts her eyes on Sarah. The child yawns, stretching in her mother's arms. Sarah had her mother's eyes, but had her father's blonde hair. It shined softly in the light as the baby curled up against her mother. Sarah was all Y/N had left of Steve, her last reminder of how much she loved him. But as she looked at her sleepy daughter, she felt that familiar pang of heartache, the same one she would get every time she looked at Sarah because she was reminded that Steve had abandoned this sweet little baby, had abandoned Y/N to make a family with someone else, someone who probably didn't have to try for years to have a baby with him. Y/N wanted to direct all her anger towards Steve, but she had started to think about what things she might’ve done wrong, even though Y/N knew that there was nothing she could have changed to make Steve stay. He was the one who made that choice, he was the one who decided to leave, so he should be the one she was mad at, not herself.

"I-I've been doing everything I'm supposed to be doing. I go to therapy. I take my pills. I started working again so I have some sort of normalcy. I make sure Sarah is okay, I try to be the best mom I can be for her. I do everything I am supposed to do and still-I still feel bad. I feel so fucking bad all the time, Sammy." She suddenly announces, tears starting to pool in her eyes. Sam can feel his heart splinter in his chest as she continues, "I just-I don't understand why he left. He-He told me that he loved me every day and that he loved Sarah and I just....Why would he leave us?"

Sam didn't know how to respond to any of that. He didn't have an answer for her. He didn't know why Steve would leave his family. The whole situation confused him as well and left him with a bad taste in his mouth. The man who he had thought Steve was, that man wouldn't have just up and abandon his wife and infant daughter. No, that man would happy, over the fucking moon that he had a family. The Steve Sam knew wouldn't have left behind his wife and child to make a family with someone else, with someone who already lived a good life. Sam didn't understand what could have happened in those five years that would make Steve do that.

Instead of saying anything, he stood up and walked around the island. Sam carefully pulled her into his arms, making sure sweet little Sarah didn't get squished in between them. The infant looked up at him, probably wondering who the hell he was. Sam held the two of them in his arms as Y/N cried, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Her child rested in her arms, completely unaware of what was going on.