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Rules: Make a 24 hour poll with the names of your WIPs and then for whichever wins, write one sentence for every vote it gets.
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#this is so much better than the idea I had yesterday to make a poll to get me to write#turning it into a tag game is excellent!#threw on a couple that have been all but abandoned because the rest have few to no words#this poll is going to end pretty much as I'm clocking out to go on vacation it couldn't be better timing
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Nothing left
Raiting: 18+
Warnings: smut, jealousy, errors.
A/N: As we said here, leave your hands at home.
She loved their room. Maybe she would take a picture to put on her phone, frame and look at in moments of despair, because she didn't want to get out of there.
With a deep breath, she took off her heels abandoning them under a chair, while already she slipped off her earrings and the whole package. Behind her, it took Roman longer just to close the door, but Y/N had already taken over the bathroom to fix her hair and change. It had been one of the busiest mornings of her life and it was absurd considering that for years she had followed the pace of two rosters during the PLEs and the weekly routine. She hadn't had to run around endless hallways that day, the headphones hadn't stuck to her ears, there hadn't been any change of plans, no one to call in hurry, staff and technicians had been helpful, even offering Y/N her favorite frozen mango lemonade smoothie. They were so nice, but she liked the hotel room better. She needed a break.
- Have you changed your mind? Is it not a good opportunity? - she heard Roman ask from the room, finishing unbuttoning her dress to replace it with something more cozy.
They were not talking about a four am program, he watched it too when at home.
- It's a great opportunity Ro, for the company and above all for you - she obviously noticed, receiving a strange look, when she came out of the bathroom - it will give you visibility, it will increase your stats, it will help establish you on a wider audience and that’s the long-term goal for the future, even if you will boycott it with your list.
Standing next to the table, Roman cracked a smile taking the blow as she lay back on the bed, laptop already open on her legs, in what in a few minutes had become her personal sprint to shut the rest of the world out for at least a couple of hours.
- Is that why you are not happy to go to the studio? For my list?
Oh no, she was happy about that. Everyone out there seemed unable to get him to talk about anything other than his titles. At least they had found a compromise to please the company while still supporting him as more than the face of WWE.
- You can make all the lists and smiles you want, to whoever you want, don't worry. Do your things - she reassured him, opening the report to be sent to the executives for the following day's appointment.
Biting the corner of her lip, fingers racing across the keyboard, she finished in record time with a couple of randomly thrown standard phrases too, but she couldn't concentrate quite as well on emails, Roman staring thoughtfully at her without moving from one inch.
- What's up? - she asked, however, avoiding taking her eyes off the screen.
- You're not jealous – he threw out of blue and Y/N took a break to look at him this time.
Of course she wasn't. She wasn't that kind of woman. She didn't make a scene, she didn't get angry, she had learned to distinguish who deserved her attention and her precious time, she had survived a year of nothing with her head high and had been repaid with a perfect relationship, she knew what value she had for him and what value she had herself. She didn't low down to those levels, they even joked, she had compiled a list of the most obscene and hilarious comments about him found on the web.
- What should I be jealous of? - she asked.
Because she was really curious to know what made him suspect that her desire to go back to the hotel, get the boring work done quickly to have some time to relax and maybe be ready for a night out in a city that offered a million opportunities to celebrate those small successes, without having to worry about shots, uncomfortable or trivial questions, suits and skintight dresses, people who treated her as if they had been homies and greeted him with hugs that not even their coworkers dared, was for jealousy.
His phone, lying on the table next to the welcome note, rang when Roman had just shook his head and Y/N knew that it would be the end if her eyes hadn't locked there for a second too long. And she also knew that he had noticed it, but they would have not talk about that nonsense. Because it was stupid, meaningless and she wasn't jealous.
She went back to work on her laptop, ignoring him as he reached out to pick it up and Y/N opened the email, ending up ignoring even the latest updated communications from the program for the following day and scrolling through it. Roman glanced at her again, quickly, but Y/N forced herself to stay focused until he left the phone to go to the bathroom too. She took a deep breath as soon as she was sure he was out of range and she mentally forced herself to regain control.
It had only been a moment, perhaps because of this new set-up, all those changes, she really had nothing to stop and think about. Even if that hug had been a bit too much and… no, she had to stop thinking about it!
When Roman came out with his inseparable tracksuit to lie down next to her, Y/N was still with her laptop, gaze focused on some shots sent as pre-show tests.
- I would never do it, you know – he reminded her after a few seconds of silence, making her stomach do a flip.
Yes, she knew it… she trusted Roman more than anyone and she never doubted him for a second. She hadn't even doubted that morning actually, she was just… annoyed, but not for him. The truth was that Y/N had only wanted to go back to the hotel because it was simpler and because she didn't feel right fighting with a woman like her, although perhaps she could have since it were her hands that had been on him longer than necessary. But practically nothing had happened and Roman had went back to Paul's side as soon as possible.
- I know, I'm not the jealous one here – she reminded to both him and herself, while he was playing with his watch.
She had also had a moment, yes, but him… oh, he was a league on his own! Y/N had stopped counting before they even decided to put a name to their relationship, the times it happened. It was pathological.
- I value what belongs to me. I don't take you for granted - he returted seriously, no doubt in his voice and Y/N found herself staring at the screen, her stomach freezing this time.
Roman was a man, not a boy. He knew how to take care, respect and support her, he treated her as the only thing that really mattered and what would have been a flaw on anyone else, on him looked terribly sexy. And she always fell for it, without exception. Especially after spending the morning, trying to fight off the mood at having seen too many hands on her man.
- You're unbearable when you do that – she snorted, closing the laptop to leave it on the bedside table and climb on Roman without hesitation.
With a smug grin, Roman helped her into position, eyes searching for her, as she reserved the same fate as her laptop for his watch, fighting then with the zipper of his hoodie.
- Don't you want to know what time is our reservation? – he chuckled hoarsely, hinting at the message received minutes before and helping her anyway when she quickly stripped him of his shirt as well, her hands sliding down his chest to stop on his shoulders.
- I already know, I chose it - she murmured against his mouth, biting his grin.
Jealousy was for those who lacked confidence, not for them. She wasn't jealous. In that relationship, born out of nowhere and raised between dates at unthinkable times, meetings in lockerooms and buses, calls and messages from everywhere, mental and physical breakdowns, nights spent sleeping and mornings of sex followed by doubts, she shared more than the path with Roman. She had discovered that she was as possessive as he was, because she valued, them. What they were building together was everything to her and she wasn't willing to lose it or let someone ruin it.
She felt Roman hold her, hands sliding up her hips, keeping her pressed against him, as they deepened their sloppy kiss and Y/N ran her fingers over his chest. The rapid beat of his heart slammed under her fingertips, warmth surrounding and encouraging her to move, grinding against his pants which she had merely undone. He was solid beneath her, ready to let her control even though his tongue had already won their fight. Knowing that he belonged to her, to have power over him, to be the only one to have his attention and to be able to have him like no one else out there thought was an injection of confidence that excited and pushed her to reclaim what belonged to her and her only.
His big hands had worked their way through her soft clothes, stroking her hips, touching her skin, ass, eyes glued to hers as she slowly traced every inch of his torso after pulling away from the kiss. With the taste of him still in her mouth, she reached down to kiss one pec and then the other, working her way up to his neck, his beard pinching her cheeks as she licked the jugular then bit his ear, feeling him pull her up to place her on his boner now awake. She rocked on top of him, feeling him hard against her center, his hands moving up under her shirt lifting her breasts and hers going down instead, moving his pants down. Slowly biting the skin of his neck, Y/N took it in her hand, squeezing his meat just enough to feel Roman stiffen, his breath catching in his throat, her tongue stopping under his ear, merely tasting his skin, sensing the blood pressure without marking him.
- I don't need to do it… - she whispered, nail scratching his already wet tip -...not this time either... -she added, rubbing up and down until she drew a hot breath from him - ... right? - she asked, placing an innocent kiss on his full lips before leaning down and taking something else into her mouth.
A low, rough growl filled the room as she ran her tongue over his vein, feeling the flesh throb, the taste of it overpowering as she slid it against her palate until it touched her throat, in that one smooth motion she'd been busy to learn. She liked the feel of it pulsing against her tongue, his hand gripping her hair and indulging in the slow movement of her head, before curling into a needy caress as he struggled to fight the instinctive thrusts. Y/N loved seeing him close his eyes, his breathing getting heavy every time her lips licked the tip, sucking out all the air in his lungs to make him pulse.
-Ain't going anywhere babygirl – Roman panted, licking his lips, biting the lower one when she slid her fingers over the sensitive skin to scratch and free him – do what you want-
She let it slam against his bare stomach, a trail of spit and precum dripping onto his skin, those dark curls driving her crazy. Getting up on her knees, Y/N locked her eyes on him and threw away the extra clothes, remaining only with the shirt that soon ended up covering him too, when she slipped it into her soft hot folds. Her body greeted him with an almost sigh of relief which he returned low and dangerous, their bodies warming and melting like every time they did it.
She had fucked every kind of man in her life. But with Roman it wasn't even sex, with him it had always been more than that. Everything in him seemed made to slip inside her and mix, it was a loss of consciousness, something shared back, something unique that made her feel at peace, in her place. Her place was with him and his with her.
Nails digging into his torso, she slowly, unhurriedly rocked her hips, his now-rigid erection spreading her deeply, never letting go as her butt lifted.
- Mmh… keep it slow, like that… yes, thats it – he approved hoarsely and Y/N reversed the movement, guiding him inside her in that weak gasp which was setting both of them on fire.
Her caramel skin itched, thighs taut and soon her shirt became a torture, one Roman took care to make worse by sliding his hands down her side, catching a dark nipple between his fingers to turn it over and make her moan with a cry. Y/N ducked a little, her center filled with his flesh, as she flattened against him resting where someone else's hands had been that morning. Her mind clouded by the arousal brought back the memory, clear and her hips instinctively moved, without increasing the pace, only deepening the thrusts until Roman slammed against her sweet spongy spot.
They could make jokes, imagine, try even, but no one would have what she had. No one would feel him tightening his grip on her hips, throb from the grips of her body, know what it was like to burn, as the sweat trickled down her back, between her shoulder blades and up to the curve of her round ass from his thrusts or the kisses he left on her skin. No one would see the bleary, hungry gaze he gave her as her eyes lowered to seek him, the heat building more and more at the bottom of her belly.
- You're so good for me… so good inside me… ahn!
- Take it… le-mme hear those pretty sounds yes
His hand slid under her shirt again, this time without searching for her breast, his thumb digging into her wet folds, where their bodies joined to rotate slowly around the button of nerves she had rubbed against him until that moment. The contact sent a sharp shiver on her body, and Y/N dropped her head back, moans becoming almost cries as her back arched, giving Roman more room. Everything in her was burning, relentlessly, slowly, consuming her down to her toes, making her melt on him in a mess of moods and sweat. With an effort from his abs, Roman sat up, a big strong arm sliding behind her, pulling her close to him, his finger moving slowly and forcefully between her folds. The desire to kiss him made her almost cling to his neck, getting up again a little on her knees, helping him in that last run that had filled the whole room with their smell and the sound of their bodies clashing. One thrust, another, like a carousel she never wanted to get off, until the heat became too much and Y/N felt it explode suddenly, making her squeeze around Roman's stiff shaft, letting his name rush desperately from her lips to be swallowed up by the kisses he never spared.
There was nothing left in her mind, except that feeling of peace and satisfaction that only being with him could give her, that drained and recharged her as soon as his arms tightened around her, when her body welcomed his limitless lunges and his seed, which filled her like a mark that no one else had granted and that no one else but her deserved.
She rested her cheek in his hair, his face buried in the crook of her neck in an embrace that was everything to her. New York and its frantic pace couldn't take that away from her. Nobody could do it.
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Natsuki's Doki Doki Panic Chapter Three
Before we start I want to thank everyone for all the new follows and likes over the last few days, it has all been so wonderful. Unfortunately I will not be able to keep up this pace of writing, I have only been able to post so much because I already wrote it for ao3. However, do not worry, this story will be completed by at latest the fall. I do have a side story in the works which should get out before the next proper chapter within the next month.
So here is chapter three once again edited by @nursepunkdreams. No resus in this chapter, but some important set up for the next one.
Limbo
Monika wasn’t given to pacing. She tended to remain still under pressure—or composed as she liked to think of it—only moving when she had the conscious intent to do so or when asked. This state of half-shutdown had gotten her through the last few hours, but as time waned on, she found it was becoming untenable. So she paced.
Eyes downcast, measuring every step, she waded along the banks of chairs in the waiting room. She’d thought Natsuki was going to be okay. Her heart had been restarted in the Club Room, and she’d held out being readied for transport, but soon after departing… it had begun to fall out of rhythm again. She mindlessly followed the gurney down into the emergency ward as far as she could go, her condition precarious and threatening to deteriorate all the while—and then, Natsuki disappeared into the bowels of the hospital, where she couldn’t follow.
Now, here she was. In limbo.
Limbo, as it turns out, reeks of cleaning solution.
Monika wrinkled her nose.
She tuned into her surroundings and noticed she wasn’t completely alone. A middle-aged couple huddled up in the corner, silent and haunted.
As she began to loop around to their section of the waiting room, they would exchange a sympathetic nod. Neither seemed up for conversation, and truthfully, neither was she. Her friends were on the way, and she needed to conserve energy for that.
From Sayori’s texts, she’d learned that MC had abandoned his family dinner and was rushing the rest of the club over. Monika really didn’t need her old crush showing up in these conditions, but… he was Natsuki’s friend too. She sat down, guilt eating at her.
That’s in the past, Monika, she told herself sternly.
Her thoughts jerked to the present. Scenes from the club room bubbled back up. The image of Natsuki’s chest crumpling beneath the force of the compressions flashed in her mind’s eye; then, the way her small frame flinched and postured with each shock from the AED.
And that screeching flatline.
That god-awful, screeching, whining flatline.
Her friends arrived before her thoughts could torture her much longer. Sayori sprinted up and threw her into a bear hug. Monika returned it with as much force as she could muster.
Both of them sunk into the chairs next to them. Sayori pulled into herself, trying to hide that she was crying.
Monika almost broke then. Everything inside of her screamed to collapse into Sayori; to cry and yell and expel all the horrible things she’d had to deal with in the last few hours. She didn’t.
She thought Yuri looked especially sullen. Like the life had been drained from her. Almost like how Natsuki had looked—
MC broke into her thoughts. He was right behind her; clearly overwhelmed by the situation. He finally settled on sitting next to his girlfriend, carefully taking her hand in his.
“… how is she?” Sayori finally broke the group’s silence.
“I don’t know.” Monika said.
“You said she was getting worse,” Yuri ventured; urging her to continue.
Monika nodded. “She started to have problems again when she woke up in the ambulance… she’s in the cardiac care unit now.”
“What does that mean?” MC wondered aloud.
“It’s where they take care of heart problems, I think,” Sayori offered.
A heavy, wordless moment passed.
“Do they know what caused it?” MC asked bluntly. “I mean, I know she was kinda sick, but—“
“I caused this,” Yuri hissed, burning holes in the ground with her eyes. “If I hadn’t opened my stupid fucking mouth—“
“Yuri, don’t,” Monika said, stiff and flat. “If anyone’s at fault, it’s me for not noticing this—whatever this is—earlier.” She reached forward, perching Yuri’s chin between her finger and thumb to tilt her head up. She stared her dead in the eyes, the bags beneath dark, creased and sagging. “I will not hear you blaming yourself, understand?”
Yuri nodded, already numb and distant.
“So… she just collapsed?” MC pressed some more.
“Yeah. She just fell over.” Monika shot him a glare. She wasn’t up to giving a full account of what had happened. She’d hoped Sayori would pick up on that—she was always so good at reading people, but…
“Her heart stopped and Monika and Yuri started CPR. I ran and got an AED, it shocked her a few times before it stopped working. Then the paramedics came and restarted her heart.” Sayori rushed it out all in one long breath.
“Jesus,” MC muttered. A labored pause. “She’s going to be okay, right?”
Monika was getting annoyed with MC’s questions. She shot him another, more potent glare, and he finally turned his face to the floor.
Yuri began sobbing at a surprisingly polite volume, and Sayori moved to comfort her. Monika knew the same thoughts were rolling through Yuri’s head—the same terrible, nagging idea that in a few moments, some doctor was going to come around the corner and tell them that their friend was dead.
Monika hated it. Hated that it was this thought stuck in her head. She forced herself to visualize the opposite: the doctor telling her that Natsuki was fine. Better than fine, in fact— cured, ready to go home already. The club would laugh together. Natsuki would blush that she and Monika had kinda kissed, and then blush more about what Yuri said. And then they would go home, and it would be fine, and maybe one of them would work the whole thing into a poem.
Monika was crying now. Silent, but the tears were hot and heavy and accompanied by a strong urge to fold herself into a ball. Sayori was so wrapped up in helping Yuri that she didn’t notice. Monika preferred that. Best to be left alone.
A hand settled on her back.
MC had moved closer. His expression was one of pure sympathy, one that said that he couldn't fully get it, but that he could be there. He could be present, if nothing else.
The hug he gave was gentle and quick. Platonic. Undeniably.
That was so fucking unfair. Why did he have to do that?
Monika hated herself for wishing it could be more.
A doctor rounded the corner, his look solemn. His gaze fell across the group. Monika swallowed back her tears—this was it. Then the doctor turned on his heels and marched over to the other group. The news he delivered fell over them like a spell; the woman letting loose a soul-rending wail as she fell to the ground, belligerent with grief. The man crouched down to cradle her in turn, as though the gravity on his shoulders had suddenly tripled. He nodded along, his own breath hitching and catching as the doctor continued to talk.
Monika tore her eyes away. Best to leave them be.
More time passed. The wait was only getting worse, growing interminable with every passing minute. At last, Yuri’s tears subsided, and at some point, Sayori had taken a hold of her hand. Monika looked at her friend, seated on the ground with one hand around hers, the other around Yuri’s, her head bent as if in prayer. Was Sayori religious? It occurred to Monika that she had never asked.
A second doctor finally entered. He walked to them. “Is this Natsuki Kaito’s group?”
Monika nodded, sucked in a long breath to prepare herself. Yuri was on the verge of tears again. Sayori had some desperate look in her eyes—ultimately unreadable. MC simply looked scared.
“Your friend is alive.” All of them let out a collective sigh as a wave of relief washed over them. Monika and Yuri sunk back into their seats, and Sayori refused to blink, lest the tears flow again.
“But… her condition is incredibly fragile.” The doctor continued. What little life the group had gained rapidly fell away, as quickly as it had come.
“What do you mean?” Sayori asked.
“Your friend went into cardiac arrest again in the CCU. She was down for nearly half an hour. We were able to revive her after performing a thoracotomy.”
Monika recoiled, pulling air between her teeth. Things had gotten that bad?
“What’s a thoracotomy?” Sayori dared to ask, carefully pronouncing the new word.
“We had to cut open Miss Kaito’s chest and manually pump her heart for her,” the doctor stated dryly. “We have determined that Miss Kaito isn’t brain dead, but being in cardiac arrest that long does normally lead to some kind of brain damage.”
“Do… do we know what kind of brain damage?” MC murmured.
“It’s too early to tell. Honestly, we're more worried about the damage her heart sustained. Miss Kaito has severe heart problems. Doctor Kramer is in charge of her cardiac care. He’ll be able to answer any other questions you may have.”
“She’s going to die, isn’t she?” Yuri blurted out, voice wavering.
“Nothing is certain yet.” The doctor cleared his throat. “The fact that she came out of such a long arrest is proof that she’s a fighter. We have her on some very strong medications to help her heart along, but, any road to recovery will be long and arduous. She is also still in a good deal of danger.”
Monika frowned. She didn’t like his wording. Danger.
“Can we see her?” Sayori cut to the heart of the matter.
“You can, but I would advise against that. Miss Kaito isn’t in a healthy state right now.”
“We’re going to see her.” Monika stated simply, matter-of-factly. She locked eyes with him. “We need to make sure she’s there. We need to see her alive.”
The doctor sighed. “Alright, but it won’t be pretty.” The group nodded in assent and set out towards Natsuki’s room, following the doctor closely.
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When the doctor showed them in, it took Monika almost a full minute to pick Natsuki out from all the machines around her. She looked especially small, dwarfed by her own bed. Her hair was down, pulled back so that her forehead could be covered in electrodes. She was still so pale. So, so pale. A large tube snaked down her throat, and two intravenous lines had been established on each arm. Another entanglement of wires writhed beneath the blanket covering her body, connecting to numerous machines all displaying different stats.
All the club members face’s twisted with horror at once. If it wasn’t for the unceasing beeping of the machines around Natsuki, she would look dead.
Monika cautiously approached her unconscious friend. Natsuki was completely still, save for the forced expansion of her lungs.
Yuri padded up along with her. She cradled Natsuki’s hand carefully, daring to lift it only the slightest bit. It was completely limp. She snatched her hand back with a quiet gasp.
“Cold…” she whispered, her voice choked with nausea and grief.
A second doctor entered the room. He quickly walked over to one of the machines and looked over the long strip of paper it was printing. He nodded thoughtfully, analyzing it.
He glanced up, scanning the group for someone in particular. “Ah… Monika Andrews, I take it?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“I’m Doctor Kramer, the physician in charge of Miss Kaito’s care. You are the only listed contact on Miss Kaito’s emergency information, and also her executor in the event that she loses the capacity to make her own legal decisions.” He shot the patient a pitiful, sympathetic look. “Which she very clearly does not have. That means you have to make the decisions for her.”
“Me?”
Dr. Kramer nodded. “Yes, Miss Andrews. Now, as the last few hours of EEG monitoring show, and as I’m sure you were told by Doctor Enomoto, Natsuki has avoided brain death. Indeed, the overall readings are promising.”
“So… she’s not going to have brain damage?” Sayori asked hopefully.
“That, we don’t know. The EEG can only measure activity, not what that activity means. The odds aren’t terrible that your friend is largely fine and would wake up the same as was before her cardiac arrest. However, she could wake up with amnesia, or severe cognitive difficulties, or just never wake up at all. We won’t know that for a while yet… she’s currently on a high dose of sedatives so her body doesn’t shut down from the sheer stress of her ordeal.”
Sayori looked down dejectedly. MC wrapped her up in a hug.
“Doctor Enomoto mentioned that she had some kind of heart problem?” Monika asked.
Doctor Kramer nodded. “Miss Kaito has a problem with her mitral valve. It doesn't close correctly, which causes her heart to work harder to pump blood. The additional strain on her heart reached a critical level today, which we believe is what caused your friend’s cardiac arrest.”
“Well… what do we do about that?” Monika asked flatly.
“That’s the hard part.” Doctor Kramer’s lips twisted. “There are three options. Option A—”
A high pitched keening interrupted the doctor, and all eyes immediately turned to Natsuki’s heart monitor. The peaks had faded into an eerie flatline.
“Natsuki!” Every club member cried out in alarm. Before Doctor Kramer could react, the familiar waves of sinus rhythm resumed.
Monika whipped her head to Doctor Kramer. She wanted an explanation.
“What was that?” Yuri gasped out.
“Miss Kaito's heart stopping, then restarting.” Doctor Kramer said simply, his neutral expression turning just short of concern. “Unfortunately, this is as stable as her condition is going to be, until we can pursue one of those options in the long term.”
“And those are?” Monika questioned.
“One—hope that the current regiment of heart medications can strengthen her heart enough on their own that she can recover. That is unlikely, but it could happen. Option B—open surgery to repair the valve.”
Sayori spoke up. “If her valve’s the problem… then shouldn’t we fix it? Shouldn’t that cure her?”
“I don’t like that word, cure, but… in theory, it could work. However, Miss Kaito's heart is very weak right now. The arrests caused a lot of stress to the organ. If she had come in before now, she might’ve had a better shot, but as it stands I’m unsure if she would survive heart surgery. Which leads us to option three: a heart transplant.”
The group collectively sucked in breath.
“It’s that bad?” Monika asked.
“A full transplant would have a higher chance of survival, but the chances of her finding a compatible donor aren’t looking great.”
Monika nodded, stoic and resigned. “Alright. So there’s nothing we can do other than wait, right?”
“Yes. It will take a few days before we know which path will be best for Miss Kaito. I’ll give you all some privacy now.” Doctor Kramer stepped out.
The club once more approached the bed. Monika took Natsuki’s hand this time—Yuri hadn’t lied, it was cold.
“Um… I’m not really used to speaking in these circumstances…” The club president began. “But, Natsuki, we’re all here now. Everyone. Yes, even MC.” Sayori managed a light chuckle. “We all love you, Natsuki. And we know that you’re a fighter. You’re going to pull through this, and when we can help, we will. No hesitation, no questions.”
The group nodded in solemn agreement.
Sayori cleared her throat. “Natsuki… as soon as you get better, I’m gonna bake you something for a change. Me and MC both. And when you’re strong enough, we can cook together. I’ve always wanted to ask you to teach me.” She stepped back.
MC awkwardly ran his hands through his hair. “I’m not great at this kind of thing... and I guess I haven’t even really known you for that long.” He looked around, suddenly feeling a little out of place. “But in the limited time I’ve known you, you’ve been nothing but wonderful. When you get better, I want to know more about you. To really be your friend. And I’ll read ‘Parfait Girls’—all of it—so we can talk about it when you get better.”
There was a heavy beat, then Yuri spoke. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry—“
“No. Stop.” Monika immediately marched up to Yuri. “I already told you not to do that.”
“What else am I supposed to say Monika? We both saw what happened! I confessed, she clutched her chest and fell over dying. Dying! Because of me!”
“And I already told you it wasn’t your fault! That could have happened at any time! If I had been a good friend, I would’ve… I would’ve taken her here before anything ever happened! So blame me, not yourself, understand?”
“But you didn’t cause it! I did!” Yuri snapped back. MC and Sayori both recoiled from their argument. “If I hadn’t said anything, she would be fine right now! Yeah she’d still need to go to the doctor, but she wouldn’t be in this state!”
“You have no fucking idea what could have happened! Maybe she goes to the doctor, or maybe she keeps hiding it and has a heart attack in her sleep and dies. You just, don’t, know!” Monika punched back.
Yuri stepped forward in a clear challenge, but Sayori moved between them.
“Both of you shut up! Shut the fuck up! You’re really going to do this here, in front of Natsuki?” Both women cast their gazes on the floor as she berated them. “Here’s the solution. Both of you are going to apologize at the same time. Then we will be done with this stupid argument, and we will move on.” She crossed her arms; waited for either of them to pipe up. “Well?”
Monika sighed. She really was making a fool of herself today.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
“Sorry,” Yuri said on her heels, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“Alright.” Her tone softened. “Now Yuri, we’ll leave you alone and you can say whatever you want to Natsuki. After you’re done, let Monika know so she can have some privacy too, okay?”
Yuri nodded. Sayori and MC guided Monika out of the room, closing the door behind them.
A moment of silence passed between the three in the hallway.
“I’m worried about her,” Monika started. “I don’t want her to hurt herself. And I know she stopped cutting recently, but I just don’t want her to start again. And something like this—something I was too stupid to stop—could push her to relapse. If… if Natsuke does die,” she said carefully, “she might have a relapse she won’t come back from. ‘Cause she’ll blame herself. You know she will. And that’ll be my fault too, of course, because I could have stopped this if—“
Sayori cut her off with a hug. Monika helplessly sank to her knees.
She’d cried in the lobby, but here, outside Natsuki’s room, she sobbed. She clung to Sayori desperately, shaking with each heaving cry. MC joined in, throwing his arms around both women.
Monika hated this. Being weak, the unearned sympathy. She kept sobbing. As much as she wished to reject it— to push Sayori and MC away, to be completely and utterly alone with her agony, as she deserved—she couldn’t. So she sat there on the hospital floor, swaddled up in Sayori and MC’s arms, and wept at length. At times, she would successfully force down the tears, only for the sobs to rack her body again with renewed spirit.
Finally, they dissipated. Monika was spent. Exhausted. She clung to Sayori for support, who readily let her and gently stroked her forehead in a soothing, repetitive motion.
Sayori forced a grim laugh. “Only you two would start a fight over who’s more at fault for something neither one of you caused. It’s not on Yuri that Natsuki had a heart attack, and it’s not on you either. I know you’re going to ignore that and blame yourself, because that’s who you are—the leader who puts everything on her own shoulders. I can’t silence that voice inside you that says you’re responsible. All I can do is say that it’s wrong, over, and over, and over again until you yourself believe it. All I can do is hug you when you fall and help you back up.”
Monika’s lip trembled. “I’m so weak,” she warbled out.
Sayori hushed her immediately. “The person you’ve been taking care of almost died. They're still in danger even now. The fact that it took you this long to break down is proof of your strength. And it was you who saved Natsuki. If you hadn’t done CPR she would have died. You did that.”
“But what if it isn’t enough? What if she still dies? She already looks dead.” Monika looked away.
“Monika, she’s not gone—“ Sayori began to answer.
“Don’t say that you don’t know! None of us know!” Monika said sharply, becoming tense in Sayori’s arms. The smaller woman simply held on tighter.
“Then you’re going to have to be there for us. And we’ll be there for you. Because we’re friends, Monika, and friends help each other. Even in the bad times. Especially in the bad times. I can’t guarantee that Natsuki will be okay… no one can right now. But we can hope for it, try to will it into being. As long as her heart is beating… she’s still in there, still fighting, and I’m going to believe in her. And I think you should too.”
Monika nodded, although she didn’t want to. It was mostly just to placate Sayori. She’d seen the doctor’s faces—she knew she could have forced Natsuki to go to the hospital. She could have done a million more things to avert this.
A knock at the door broke the group out of their reprieve. Yuri carefully stepped out. She was a mess, her face and neck slick with tears. She nodded at Monika as she sat down against the wall.
Monika slowly got up. “I’m going in there alone, okay?”
She didn’t wait for a response. She closed the door softly behind her—an empty gesture, as Natsuki wasn’t going to be roused by something like that. Monika wished she could be; that had she slammed the door, Natsuki would bolt upright and yell at her for interrupting her rest. The ambient noises of the various machines invaded her mind then, working hard to drown out her thoughts.
She gave her head a shake, steadied herself, then approached the bedside.
“Hey, Natsuki. It’s just Monika this time. I wanted to apologize for the fight earlier. It was entirely out of line for me and Yuri to yell at each other like that, so… I’m really sorry.” All the words felt stale on Monika’s tongue. “I also want to apologize for not bringing you here earlier. We probably could’ve headed this whole thing off if we’d done that. And I know what you’d be saying right now: ‘no, Monika, it’s my fault for not telling you,’ and I would blame myself, then you’d blame yourself, and on and on. I think after the last few months I’ve gotten a good feel for how you’d act. Isn't it funny that all of us fight over who gets to blame themselves? Well, maybe not Sayori or MC… they seem to be doing as fine as can be expected in a time like this.”
Natsuki remained silent. Monika shuffled awkwardly.
“I don’t know if you’re still in there. I really hope you are, because the club needs you. We all need you. We need you to get back so we can read more of your poems and eat more food and just spend more time together…” Monika trailed off. “Heh… I guess that’s a lot to put on you, huh? Sorry about that. But, Natsuki… I know that if you are in there… you’re fighting as hard as you can. So please… just keep it up, okay?”
Monika turned; hesitated. She cast one last sad glance at her friend, then left her to rest.
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Tarnished pt 18
[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]
[Part 18/?? Word count: 1989 Cw: gaslighting, mention of domestic abuse, anguage]
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The troupe quickly set up their tents in Greed, outside of Legalesedale. They steered clear of Notamafia Town, Extortionville, Corruptcopsburg, and Noyakuzahere City; those big population centers had crazy high taxes for out of towners. Legalesedale was slightly better in that regard.
The sudden change of location threw a lot of the performers off; they had to take a day to pitch tents and rest up. When the shows resumed, there were problems.
And they all had to do with Fizzarolli. He, Barb, and Barb’s mom were all still upset from Blitzo abandoning them. Tilly refused to believe what Cash had told them. The kids were mostly angry and sad at Blitzo’s absence. That icy chunk feeling in Fizz’s tummy hadn’t gone away. A couple performances by himself was a hurdle.
A solo act forever scared him.
Fizz liked the applause and laughter. It felt great to make so many people happy with something he had fun doing. But without his friend, the pressure was too much. Too many eyes on him. He’s started flubbing. He missed a catch juggling and he could feel Cash’s disapproval after.
He had to be perfect. He had to practice and be the best clown possible on his own. But that icy chunk wouldn’t go away!
If anything, the more he tried, the worse he got. He kept missing catches, dropping the spinning plates, tripping during the acrobatic parts. Cash was getting more and more angry with him. Fizz realized those looks the ringleader gave him were familiar. But he’d never been on the receiving end.
That had been Blitzo. Is that why Blitzo left? That thought didn’t make him less sad about the other boy abandoning them, it just made him more confused.
Almost three weeks into their stay in Greed, Fizz barely felt any thrill at performing. The iciness was all through him now. But he couldn’t give up. He was going to be better than that jerk who left. He was going to be perfect.
His hands decided otherwise and he struggled to make balloon animals. That crowd’s laughter that day hurt. After that round of performances, Cash pulled him aside.
“Fizzarolli, kid, what’s the big deal?” The adult imp looked and sounded sympathetic but something was off. Maybe the way he towered over Fizz or the slight hiss on his words. “You gotta get back to normal, you’re the best clown we got, don’t want to disappoint anyone. Right?” Cash’s eyes were watery and pleading.
Fizz felt bad for thinking the ringmaster didn’t care. He was probably upset about Blitzo being gone too, but the show had to go on. The little clown nodded eagerly. “I-I’ll do better sir.”
“Good, because the whole troupe is relying on you.” Then he gave Fizz a heavy handed push to go get dinner. The boy picked listlessly at his potatoes, trying to figure out how he could be good enough again.
Barb sat down next to him. “Still having a hard time Fizz?” He nodded glumly, eating a mouthful so he didn’t have to actually talk. She took a bite of her chimera nuggets before continuing. “Wanna team up?”
Fizz swallowed hard, “Huh? But you never liked the clown act…”
She shrugged. “I gotta find a new act, since…” her brow furrowed angrily, “can’t exactly do a twin act without a twin.” She bit into a nugget, tearing off its head to vent her anger.
The ice thawed a bit. He and Barb had always been friends, even if he’d been closer to Blitzo. Just having a friend beside him was calming. “Okay, let’s start planning our new act after dinner.”
He and Barb ended up being less comedic and more acrobatic, but they worked well together. It took a few months of practice before they were up to live performances. Before then Barb would wait just outside the ring, her steady presence helping him regain his confidence.
Their comedic bits had Barb playing the foil to Fizz’s humor. She had a way of looking completely disinterested that Fizz was able to adapt his jokes to. Their take on the pie gag had Fizz offering multiple flavors and spinning the rejects like plates. There would be too many to balance and all the pies would fall on Fizz. Barb’s closing line of “I wanted cake,” was a hilarious finisher.
Fizz’s renewed confidence and improved performance meant the disapproving glares from Cash eased up. Not that his demands for perfection were any less, but Fizz was meeting them.
Barb’s mom, Tilly, continued to clash with her husband. Not vocally, not after a second argument about Blitzo resulted in her wearing high necked and long sleeved dresses for weeks. But she refused to sleep in the same bed and made no effort to make sure Cash ate or had clean outfits. She wanted to head back to Pride, but didn’t dare leave Barb and Fizz alone with the older man.
Cash, ever the petty demon, had others in the circus give Tilly extra work constantly. Since she hadn’t performed since being pregnant with the twins, she did a lot of childcare as well as helping behind the curtains. She was a capable imp. Cash took advantage of that and her caretaker personality at every opportunity. She was constantly on edge. The never ending work meant she never had the chance to go to any other Ring on her own.
Barb was annoyed at her mom’s stubborn insistence that Blitzo wouldn’t leave them the way Cash claimed. Wouldn’t they have heard from him at some point? Not that the girl wasn’t hurt by her twin’s absence, but the lack of any communication pointed to him tossing the family away. Just like their dad said.
The circus continued to perform throughout Hell. Even though the troupe members suggested shows in Pride again, Cash refused them all. No amount of persuasion would change his mind. Fortunately the Greed Ring in particular enjoyed the clown and circus aesthetic. They made enough to offset any grifting that occurred in that Ring.
By the time Fizzarolli and Barb were in their mid teens, he was the star of the All Imp Circus. His stage fright of being solo was mostly gone. Which was probably for the best; his act with Barb was being scheduled less often.
Not that they didn’t enjoy performing together. But Barb was less interested in the spotlight; she preferred helping the strongmen act toss out creeps and troublemakers. As Fizz got more popular, there were more weirdos around the circus. She was glad to send them packing, usually with bloodied faces.
When Fizz’s clown idol, the Deadly Sin Mammon, announced the first show tour he’d done in years, the teenager saved up to go. He even did extra performances to get tickets for him and Barb. He knew his best friend wouldn’t let him go alone. And she didn’t like clowns enough to pay for a ticket near the stage like Fizzarolli was. But if he already had one for her, she couldn’t say no.
Which was exactly what happened. He even convinced her into a Mammon brand crop top. And he was up close to the King of Greed when he announced the first clown pageant. Fizz was so excited he didn’t notice Barb’s skepticism.
“Okay, even for that guy, that was too many clowns,” Barb said later as they walked home.
“I have to win that pageant someday. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?” Fizz was giddy with the thought.
“Fuck that!” Barb said vehemently. “You’re already the star of our circus. Being that creep’s mascot sounds pretty lame in comparison.”
“But it’s the chance to work with my idol Barb. He’s giving someone new an opportunity to be in the spotlight!” His eyes sparkled in the flickering streetlights. “He’s an inspiration!”
“Yeah, of what not to do,” she said under her breath. “But were all those clowns, rants, an over hyped commercial, and puking on stage worth what you paid for tickets?”
“So worth it!” He sighed. Behind them was the faint sound of someone else on the street, but nothing unusual. “Barb, do you think I can win if I work really really hard?”
Barb smirked and punched her friend’s shoulder. “I think you’re the best clown in Hell and you’ll be the new clown face on everything if you want, contest or no contest.”
Then the sound of someone behind them was suddenly the sound of someone dashing into their path. “Holy, shit!” The gangly imp was flushed and sweaty, almost drooling at seeing Fizz. “You're Fizzarolli! Oh, MAN! Your stuff is great!”
Fizz hunched in on himself. “Oh- hey, there. Thank you, I appreciate that.” The duo tried to walk away but the bespectacled imp ran in front again. “Woah, oh-okay.” Fizz stumbled back, his tail wrapping around his legs.
The other imp kept talking. “After seeing your shows, I wanted to get into clown performing too!” Fizz winced at his fan’s excitement while Barb glared at him. “I’m really good!” Fizz started to hold out his hand to shake when Barb said, “Hang on, you’re that asshat that keeps trying to peep in his dressing room.”
The other imp ignored her and grabbed the young clown’s hand. “I have the best idea for a duo performance between us, that should spice up your act. Picture this: We start it like a romantic, ballroom dance or a-“
Barb shoved him away from Fizz. “Fuck off creepazoid. That’s the sleaziest pitch I’ve ever heard.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are bitch? I was talking to Fizzy!” He looked around the young woman and tried to grab Fizz’s hand again. “I’m sorry Fizzy, I’m not normally so aggressive-“
Barb laughed at him. “Yeah, you’re normally a limp dick hiding behind curtains trying to take a peek. Get lost fucko.”
“Nobody asked you bitch! Fizz, tell her to back off. You don’t want me to go, right? We’re gonna talk about doing an act together!”
Fizz, his tail wrapped around him as he stayed behind Barb, kept his hands to his chest so the other couldn’t grab him again. “We- we have to go now! Thanks though!” They tried to move past the fan again but he grabbed Fizz’s tail as the two walked by.
Fizz squeaked in surprise. Barb, seeing what made him stop, whirled around. A quick move had her kicking the guy in the groin. His face turned redder as he doubled over. “I told you to get lost fucko. And if I see you at the circus again, you’ll be singing soprano for life.”
Fizz held his tail in both hands as they finally walked away from the creep. Said creep was curled up under the streetlight, both hands covered his crotch as he spluttered in pain. “FIZZ! FIZZAROLLI!” When neither of the pair looked back, he screeched. “FINE! Fuck both of you elitist bitches! Your act’s fucking TRASH ANYWAYS!”
“Hellfire Fizz, how do you attract all these fucking weirdos?” Barb grumbled as they put more distance between them and the other imp.
“Barb…what if he’s right, what if my acts are trash?” His voice was shaking as he remembered the days when he couldn’t do any of his routines right. “What if I’m never good enough?”
The girl looked at him in disbelief. “Dude, don’t listen to a jackass like him. You’re plenty good enough. You pull the crowds to prove that.”
“But I need to be perfect!”
“Mmm, no, nobody’s perfect Fizz.”
“I just need to keep practicing, and someday, maybe I’ll be good enough for Mammon.”
Barb could only sigh at Fizzarolli’s determined expression. “Let's get home and we can talk about what kind of practice you wanna do tomorrow.”
Fizz gave her a sweet smile that was part and parcel to his personality. “Thanks Barb.”
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okay burnout has hit me like a truck in the past couple weeks and right now i’m forcing myself to rest so I can actually. overcome it gajdhsj and this has involved reading a lot of my old wips that I have abandoned
because of this, I have refound an empires s2 flower husbands au I have that I am so obsessed with, so I shall share it with you (you’re so welcome)
below the cut is a whole lot of rambles and a few drabbles of the au that I sent to my good friend stiff at like midnight whilst I was meant to be doing homework last may
(very long post under cut. be warned)
so in s2 when fwhip got the crown (originated in s1 where fwhip’s s1 character—very different from his s2 character—created the Crown (tm), and whoever wore it would have the power to give all the emperors one rule they had to follow. lots of fights broke out, joel had an amazing moment where scott was giving fwhip the crown and he yoinked it just before fwhip could get it, you get the picture) his rule was that everyone had to ‘take care’ of a goblin child. the catch was that you had to hold it in your offhand at all times, and that it was a retextured egg, so if you accidentally threw (yeeted) it, the child would ‘die’ and part of the rule was to NOT YEET THE CHILD. if you ‘killed’ the child, you could either pay 10 raw gold blocks, or care for another child
anyway, scott was the first one to get a child (against his will) and reiterated that he was ‘NOT READY TO BE A FATHER’ and I watched that and thought. I could flower husbands this so I did
scott arriving at jimmys house at the ass crack of dawn (because I imagine scott to be an early riser and jimmy to not) pounding on his door until a very tired jimmy opens it and asks wtf he’s doing it’s like 6am, whereupon scott thrusts a baby in his face like ‘HELP ME I AM NOT READY FOR THIS’. this wakes jimmy up, understandably
I imagine they’d have a conversation like ‘why do you- WHY DO YOU HAVE A CHILD??’ ‘FWHIPS RULE, JIMMY YOU GOTTA HELP ME’ ‘ME?? WHY DO YOU THINK I COULD HELP??’ ‘I DON’T KNOW YOU SEEM LIKE YOU’D BE GOOD WITH KIDS’ ‘WHY’
after about five minutes of shouting, the baby (who had been asleep this whole time) wakes up and starts to cry. scott is not ready for this and sort of holds the baby at arm’s length, panicked. jimmy sort of sighs and goes ‘give them to me’. turns out, jimmy is surprisingly good with kids, unbeknownst to him (tiny tom was gifted to jevin before he could even process it) and to the great relief of scott, who had been panicking the whole night
so. jimmy and scott are now co-parenting a child. surely no romantic tension can come from this!
well, at the start, they’re barely allies—scott only allied with jimmy so he’d get free gunpowder, and never spared a second thought when it came to teasing him, so for the first couple days, it’s quite awkward between them. mainly on scotts part—jimmy didn’t want the baby to be moved too much, and insisted that scott be just as involved as raising the child as he was, so scott just kinda. stayed at jimmy’s
they’d occasionally nip out to get more food or to explain their absence in meetings, to enormous teasing and some genuinely helpful tips from joel and sausage, who had a pretty similar experience when raising hermes (thrust into parenthood by accident and somewhat panicked when babies did what babies do best, cry through the night, poop and make lots of mess), but most of the time they’d be in the house, or taking a short walk around tumble town with the baby. what I mean to say is, they spend an awful lot of time together
so one evening they’re sat on the porch watching the sunset, the baby asleep in jimmy’s arms, and they start to talk. like actually talk; they’d been kind of skirting around each other and making semi-awkward small talk for the past couple of weeks until now, and it feels good to actually feel like they’re close. almost friends
and it sort of blooms from there
they start to actually talk every day now, even just making passing remarks and jokes that feel friendly rather than hostile, offering to take the baby when they can tell the other is tired, and sharing quiet smiles when the baby finally gets to sleep
jimmy starts teasing scott about how terrified he looked when he arrived at the door, and about how terrified he looks still every time he changes the baby’s nappy. scott makes jokes about jimmy being the opposite of an early bird, and ‘fixes’ his bed-head by ruffling it even more
it gets to a point where they’re just sharing casual touches—bumping hips and squeezing shoulders as they pass each other; resting their head on each other’s shoulders as they complain about how they tired they are; jokingly calling each other ‘beloved husband’ and pretending to kiss each other’s hand—and they realise that huh. maybe they’re not so bad after all
they settle on a name for the baby: lexie. it took a lot of back and forth (jimmy wanted to name her alex, scott wanted to name her robbie, they settled on lexie as a compromise. scott jokes sometimes that they should have gotten another child and called them steve, if they were to go with jimmy’s name)
it takes them a few weeks to notice that.. lexie has changed since they took her in. she’s more real, more solid, more warm than she used to be. her crying sounds more human, and her appetite is increasing, and they realise that-
fwhip didn’t give them real children at all. he knew of course that it would be a complete disaster if he did, and he was right—so many of the dolls (because that’s all they originally were, dolls) were broken and damaged, over and over again. but lexie wasn’t. she was never hurt, she was never damaged, nothing beyond a simple scratch from a confused norman or a bruise where she’d banged her arm on the corner of the table. and so lexie.. stopped being a doll.
fwhip came over to check one day, curious if the goblin baby was still unbroken and safe (the crown had long since been passed on, there was no need for them to keep the baby) and was enormously surprised to find out that, not only was she safe, but she was alive—alive in a way that he never thought could be possible—and a stranger sight still: a family
because that’s what they were, no matter how it’d come to pass. a confusing, chaotic, happy, healthy family
and slowly, ever so slowly, something between scott and jimmy started to change.
they revelled in lexie learning to crawl, to babble, the first time she tried solid food, the first time she bit their fingers and they felt teeth, and they did it together. they groaned at 4am feedings, and gagged at nappy changes, and went to bed exhausted, and they did it together. they cooked and cleaned and brushed their teeth over the sink and they did it together. everything they did, it was together
and they were just waiting for it to be monotonous. they anticipated the moment when it became annoying, or tiresome, or flat out unbearable with dread. but that moment never came
sure, they’d get sick of each other every once in a while. jimmy would snap at scott’s teasing in the early morning, and scott would refuse to change lexie’s nappies until he’d had a nap. but barely minutes later the outbursts would be followed by a bashful hug from behind, a mumble of ‘i’m sorry, I wasn’t fair’, a promise of ‘i’ll try to do better’
they started to find that they simply didn’t have it in them to hate it. they just couldn’t bring themselves to dislike the other; not with jimmy and his early morning drowsiness, his bright laughs, his gentle strength; not with scott and his late night weariness, his soft smiles, his teasing jokes
and soon they started to realise that they were headed towards something very different to hate
scott understood first
he’d been having these feelings for a while now, and his suspicion had started to increase every time he couldn’t help laughing when jimmy was a particularly big goof, or how his heart would soar when he’d wake up entangled in jimmy’s embrace.
it wasn’t until one night, long after lexie had fallen asleep, when both of them sat on the sofa, reading.
but today, he hadn’t been able to see jimmy as much; there was a mandatory meeting for all the rulers, with the exception of jimmy and scott, as they were taking care of lexie: only one of them had to go. scott, who only had to take one look at poor, sleepy jimmy to know that if he was to go, zero information would be retained, offered to go instead.
the meeting was much longer than he’d anticipated, and certainly not on a topic he’d deem mandatory to attend—something about pix remaining a ghost after he withered away at the princess party.
either way, when scott came back, jimmy had spent almost the entire day looking after lexie, and stopped only to give scott a one-armed hug and inform him that lexie was in her crib before he went for a nap. scott was seriously deprived of jimmy time.
which is why he’s staying up late now—just to get in as much time as he can before he inevitably falls asleep. which seems to be happening much faster than he’d anticipated.
next to him, scott hears the familiar quiet chuckling of jimmy, and the sound of a page being marked.
“scott, tell me you didn’t stay up just so you could see me.” jimmy says softly.
“never.” scott blinks, trying to escape the heaviness of his eyelids. in fact, his whole body feels heavy with sleep, as if weighed down by some invisible force.
“you sausage.” jimmy says, and scott notes the fondness in jimmy’s voice. “i’m gonna take you to bed, is that alright?”
“I think I can manage that.” jimmy says.
scott feels arms underneath his knees and around his waist, before he’s hoisted into the air. he presses close to jimmy’s chest, wrapping his arms around jimmy’s neck and burying his face in his shirt.
“I missed you today.” scott tells him. “I kept looking over to make a face at you in the meeting, but you weren’t there.”
jimmy smiles, and scott thinks he could watch him do just that all day. “you sap.”
“you’re carrying me to bed, jimmy.” scott points out.
“I never said I wasn’t a sap.” jimmy tells him, pushing their bedroom door open with his hip. “lucky you’re in your pyjamas already, because I would’ve made you get up to change.”
“I take it you are changing?” scott says, smiling again as jimmy lays him carefully down on the bed and pulls the covers around him. “thank you.”
jimmy presses his lips against scott’s forehead, and his eyes flutter shut. “‘course. beloved husband.”
something in scott’s chest glows as he slips into the land of sleep, and as jimmy’s arms wrap around him from behind a minute later, he can’t help admitting to himself something he thinks he might have known for a long time.
because wow. he really does love jimmy, huh?
so one day, scott is up early (as usual) and feeding lexie at the table when jimmy comes up behind him and hugs him from behind, wearing his pyjamas - which are just joggers and a white tshirt - and scott is able to see something that he hadnt actually noticed before: along the outsides of jimmy's arms are small little scars, looking curiously close to stitches
scott asks how he got them when jimmy is awake enough, and jimmy just goes 'oh yeah, joel did it'. scott just kinda. stares at him for a moment until jimmy realises thats a very confusnig answer, and explains a little more
joel, however he may claim, is very new to his powers, and for a while didnt actually understand how they worked. he and sausage never actually meant to create a real child (hermes didnt have a name for a long time), they were just mucking around one night and somehow hermes became alive. something similar happened with jimmy
joel just thought it was a funny joke to call jimmy a toy, and being unaware of his powers, never really considered that it coukd have a genuine affect on jimmy. but sure enough, jimmy started to notice significant changes, and after a while, he had become a toy. jimmy just thought joel had done it on purpose, and for a while he was just furious with him for doing this to him
but when they formed their alliance after the fighting was over, joel saw the stitching along his arms and the yarn of his hair and was entirely panicked when jimmy asked him to reverse it, because he had no idea he could do that and was horrified to find out that he'd done this to jimmy
jimmy was somewhat relieved to know that joel didnt actually do it on purpose, and slightly terrified to find out that joel had. no clue how to reverse it
it took a little while of trial and error, but finally joel figured out how to turn him back into a human. the only issues? it hurt. jimmy supposed he should have expected it - the initial transformation had happened over months - but at that moment all he could think about was how awful the pain was.
afterwards, joel healed his wounds, and explained with a shellshocked expression that the stitches had ripped out of his arms (thats where the scars came from, jimmy tells scott.) it stopped hurting very shortly after, what with joel's healing, but sometimes jimmy feels almost phantom pains in his arms from that horrible moment
scott likes to trace up and down the scars on his arms, sometimes to calm jimmy, sometimes just because he likes the look on jimmy's face when he does it
#long post#empireshipping#flower husbands#empires jimmy#empires scott#empires fwhip#empires lexie#i’m giving her a tag because I love her#wren writes#wren wrambles#baby doll au#<- name of the au oooh
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Do I Wanna Know? - an 829 fic from both Nate and Cale's POV (pt 1) [slowburn into established relationship]
Nate had been surprised to say the least when Cale had shown up. He’d had no idea who the kid even was, and Nate wasn’t quick to trust anyone’s skill or ability to fit in with the team. It wasn’t that he was rude or anything, he was just defensive. People had to prove themselves to him, and Cale had passed the test with flying colors; immediately. It was impressive, really. First shift, first goal, and in the playoffs of all things. Cale had only excelled since and Nate’s admiration and love for the defenseman had grown, too.
It hadn’t been an immediate thing, Nate’s feelings toward the defenseman. It’d been slow, filled with confusion and denial. And it had all started about a year after Cale had joined their organization. Nate had been completely oblivious, unsuspecting. Maybe that was why he still remembered the exact moment he’d fallen in love with defenseman Cale Makar.
They’d been in the locker room after a win against the Blues, celebrating and Nate had looked over at Cale. His cheeks had been so red, his hair spiky with perspiration, his smile was something Nate would have killed for. Cale had sat down next to Toews and started untying his skates, like everyone else. But Cale wasn’t just everyone else. He smiled as he slipped off his skates, chatting with Devon and laughing. Devon had said something and the defenseman had thrown his head back in that same dry laughter he’d always had. It was in that moment that admiration had hit Nate like a truck. He couldn’t stop staring, he’d completely abandoned the task of redressing and Landy had needed to rattle Nate’s shoulders to get him to snap out of it.
“Nate?” the captain had asked.
Cale met eyes with Nate and he finally looked away. Shit, Nate thought. He turned to Landy quickly. “What?”
Landy looked over at Makar and back to him a couple times, he pursed his lips but didn’t say anything. Nate swore, if the captain brought up him and EJ, Nate might actually strangle him. He just wanted to ditch the feeling and go, not like it meant anything anyway. Cale couldn’t be an option. Cale wasn’t an option. “You zoned out,” Landy stated blankly.
“So? I’m just tired, that’s all,” said Nate with a shrug and he stood.
Landy’s cool blue eyes followed him as he left, Nate could feel the intention and hear it in his captain’s words and he wasn’t having any of it. He quickly exited Ball Arena and clambered into his car. He sat behind the wheel, key hovering at the starter. He paused, threw his keys into the cup holder and leaned back, rubbing his hands across his face tiredly. What was happening? He and Cale were friends, but not… they’d never even… No. Nate started his car and drove home, trying not to think about the defenseman. However, rationalizing that Cale could never reciprocate wasn’t working, because, well, Nate wanted Cale to reciprocate.
It was like someone had flipped a switch and now all Nate could think of was the way Cale’s cheeks flushed deep red during games, the way he smiled so wide. Nate couldn’t stop. He’d gotten home and immediately gone to sleep, eager to throw out any notions of Cale for the rest of the night, even though this new part of him didn’t want to. Not in the slightest. That part of him wanted to think about him constantly. Wanted to hear his voice, even feel his touch. It was consuming. So, Nate had forced it from his mind. The second he’d woken up, Nate had gone out for a crisp morning run and cleared his head.
That had worked, surprisingly enough, for the next few days. He’d been able to play and chat with Cale like normal, well, almost normal. Sure, Nate’s eyes strayed too often and too long to Cale now, but that meant nothing. Nate just wanted to be closer to him. That didn’t mean he was in love, or anything. That was what he told himself, at least. Then, one night, Landy had shown up at his door unexpectedly. Nate had let him in, unassuming.
“So,” Landy had started, sitting down on the couch a couple cushions away from the couch, “how are you?”
“Stop the bullshit, Landy. Just say what you wanna say.”
Landy pursed his lips and nodded, a bit apprehended. “You and Cale.”
“What about him?”
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him. I was the same way with EJ. It killed me to see EJ flirting with other guys, the way he acted with other teammates. It ate me alive, so I tried to deny it all. We all know how that worked out,” said Landy with a faint smile.
Nate shook his head. “I’m not you, and I’m not in love with Cale—” Nate stood, frustrated at Landy acting like he knew exactly how he felt, he didn’t— “We’re just friends. Is it suddenly wrong for me to want to be better friends with him? And even if I did like him, it’s not like he’d love me back. I’ve seen him going on dates with girls before, I’m not an option.”
Landy laughed and raised a brow. “I wouldn’t say just girls, Nate.”
Nate stopped dead in his tracks. No, he’s just messing with you… he wouldn’t— Wait, why was he even considering the option? He wasn’t in love. Nate desperately scrambled for something to break the awkward silence, something that might save his contemplative silence and make Landy think he wasn’t considering Cale being not straight. “What do you mean?” was all Nate could come up with.
“I mean, I know my team and I know Cale.” Landy stood and picked up his jacket, he turned back to Nate. “Think it over,” Landy told Nate with a wink and was gone.
Nate stood in his living room, mouth slightly agape. What did this mean?
~~~
Cale had noticed when Nate started hanging around with him more. It had started a few weeks ago, on that day where Cale had looked up to find the forward’s gaze on him. It was weird, if Cale was being honest, but maybe he was just the one acting weird about it. Nate probably just wanted to be closer friends with him, Cale should be honored. Nate was already pretty touchy with all his team, but being good friends with him? That meant actually getting to know him closer, it meant getting to go out to a bar or to his house to hang out on the off days. Nate didn’t let just anyone do that.
Yet, something still felt off to Cale. Like, Nate was trying to get closer to him for no reason. He was friends with him, sure, but this seemed different. Nate acted differently, closed off like he was trying to impress Cale. It was honestly starting to worry him, so he'd called Landy over and they’d talked.
They’d sat down at Cale’s kitchen table and Cale had fired away with all the questions he wanted. “I don’t understand him, Landy. It’s like he wants to actually form a relationship but he’s so distant. We’ll hang out and it’s like he’s still forty feet away from me. I don’t know what he wants from me.”
Landy had listened through it all, nodding and paying as much attention to all the questions Cale asked as he could. When Cale had finished, he’d paused for a moment before speaking. “Cale, you like guys, right?”
Cale had stopped, confused, he felt his cheeks heat a bit. “Yeah, a little, I guess… how’d you know?”
“I know my teammates. And I’ve seen the way you try your best to look away from us in the locker room when we’re shirtless, and I’ve noticed how awfully you fail.”
“Hey, it’s not that bad, is it?”
Landy shook his head with a laugh. “No, no, EJ’s infinitely worse. Believe me. I couldn’t get him to not look at me if I tried, but that’s beside the point. My point is, Nate likes you.”
“He what?”
Cale’s mind was reeling. Why would Nate like him? That wasn’t possible. Cale put his head in his hands. He rubbed them across his face and stared at Landy, searching for any hint that he was lying. Landy had to be kidding.
But Cale knew his captain, and his captain wouldn’t make jokes about this. Not when he knew… not when he knew that Cale had put his feelings for Nate aside over a year ago. Cale’s captain stood and tucked his kitchen chair back in. “He likes you, Cale. Now, all I have to ask you is: do you still, too?”
Cale sat there shell-shocked as Landy set his cup of coffee in Cale’s sink. He forced himself to stand and show Landy the way out. He waved his goodbye to him and quickly shut the door behind him. Cale sank to the floor, head back against his door and he pulled out his phone. He opened his messaging app and found Devon’s contact. He typed without thinking.
Hey, uhm… Devon? I…
Cale’s thoughts were screaming. I think Nate likes me. His fingers hesitated over the message, Cale debating if he should type more or if he should even tell Devon at all. No. He backspaced his text and swiftly clicked off his phone, slipping it back into his pocket. Cale sighed. What was he going to do? He couldn’t pressure Nate for anything, and Cale himself wasn’t even sure if he felt the same way for the forward anymore, either.
Landy had to be wrong, that was it; plain and simple. He must have just misread Nate’s feelings and that was the end of it. Cale didn’t want to think about how perfectly it all fit. Nate’s odd behavior around him, the way he actually held back from touching him. It all made sense, but Cale didn’t care. Nate couldn’t possibly love him and Cale couldn’t love Nate. End of story. Landy was wrong, just like Cale had been when he’d first fallen for Nate.
~~~
Nate had barely slept the next couple of days. Landy’s words repeated over and over in his mind like some curse, a dangerous notion that Nate couldn’t ditch even though he wanted to. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Cale had stopped talking with him. They’d played and practiced like normal, but it was like Cale knew because the defenseman had become cruelly distant. It was like torture. Any time Cale had denied going out to eat or had only briefly and awkwardly conversed with Nate, it felt like a knife was being driven through Nate’s chest.
Soon enough, it was affecting the way he thought during games. All the sudden, if Cale didn’t pass to him it was an intentional jab at Nate. If Cale even looked at him, Nate felt like he’d done something wrong. What was worse was that Cale hadn’t even really changed. Sure, he might not want to hang out, but that might be because he had other plans. Nate felt stupid, more than that, he was pissed. Pissed at Landy for toying with him, he felt childish. It was such a dumb thing, too. Landy had just wanted to help, he’d seen how Nate was acting and he’d talked it through with him. It was a nice gesture from a long time friend, something Nate usually wouldn’t have thought twice about if Landy were to be talking about something else, anyone else.
So, Nate had given Cale his space. Turns out, that was what both of them needed. After about a month things were back to normal and any romantic thought of Cale was easily dismissable. Nate could sleep again, he could play normally without thoughts of Cale clouding his mind, and he was able to start hanging out with the defenseman again. Just like normal. Soon enough Nate had practically forgotten he’d ever loved Cale at all. Sure, Nate felt a bit emptier, but that wasn’t because he missed the possibility of Cale loving him, right? He’d moved on. Cale was talking with him again. Nate couldn’t ruin that by letting himself believe he could have the defenseman as his own.
However, a part of Nate still cringed when one day, after an early game, he’d seen Cale by his car with some date. He’d been walking out to the parking lot when he’d seen them. They weren’t even doing anything, but a hot wave of embarrassment and shame still washed over Nate and he felt his cheeks heat. He hadn’t been able to stop staring. Don’t be petty, Nate. You don’t even know that she’s his girl. She could just be a friend, stop acting so stupid, Nate tried to reason with himself. But his mind was reeling with desire and longing again. I wish that were me.
Nate averted his eyes and got angrily into his car. He started it and cursed under his breath before driving home. He’d made plans with JT and some of the others, but he didn’t care. Right now, he just needed to be home. He could just say he wasn’t feeling up to it, anyway. Which he wasn’t. Nate had gotten home and tried to distract himself, but it wasn't working. Before he could even think about it, Nate was phoning Sid.
“Yeah?” Sid had asked, not even needing to say hello.
Nate rested one arm on his knee, resting his head on his palm while the other held the phone to his ear. “Hey, Sid… I—” Nate paused, he shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t take it anymore, “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Fire away.”
“How do you tell someone you love them?”
~~~
Cale had gotten home from his “date” early. It hadn’t felt right, but then again, not much had ever since Landy had come over and told him Nate might like him. Cale knew it was stupid, trying to avoid his feelings and place them to someone else, but at this point he was willing to do anything. He’d tried staying away from Nate, but that only made the longing for him greater. He’d tried dates. He’d tried everything. So why was Nate so hard to get rid of? Was it because Nate’s touch was something no one else could replicate? Was it the way his passion for his game showed in how competitive he was? Or was it just because Cale was desperate and alone and he was tired of it?
More than that, Cale wasn’t even sure if Nate could love him back. Cale wasn’t sure he deserved that. Nate deserved better, infinitely better, than what Cale could ever offer. Why bother? Cale had tried to act normal about all of this, but soon enough Devon had caught on. Cale’s phone buzzed and he clicked on the notification.
Something’s been up with you. Do you want to talk?
My house tonight at 7 if you do. Kerry’s going out with some friends tonight, so we’ll be alone.
Of course Devon could tell something was going on. Cale sighed. It would be kind of nice to tell someone about this. Maybe then he could actually shed some light on what the hell he should do. Cale nodded to himself. If he trusted anyone with this information other than the other two lovebirds of the team, it’d be Devon.
I’ll be there.
Good. I’ve been worried about you.
I’ve been worried about me, too, Cale wanted to type, but he clicked off his phone instead. He could tell Devon that later and in person. Now, all he had to do was wait. Cale was good at that, waiting. He had to be. He had to know when to shoot, when to pass, when exactly to skate this way or that. Waiting was valuable, too many people forgot that. Maybe Cale had lately, too. Everything happened when it was supposed to, and— as much as it pained him to admit— maybe this whole dilemma with Nate was like that. Cale just had to be patient and wait for the right moment, and that was something he could do. Something he knew, something that was easy. Hopefully Nate understood that.
Thankfully, time seemed to pass quickly. Cale had grabbed his dinner and then made the short trip to Devon’s place. His house was pretty humble, expensive, but not showy. Cale had never really needed as much space as Devon’s, but Cale honestly liked it. His own home was actually pretty similar to Devon’s, maybe a little smaller. Cale knew some people were bothered by living in a big house all alone, but Cale wasn’t that person. He enjoyed having his space to hang around, and Devon was the same way.
Devon had shown him downstairs and they’d taken a seat on the couch. He’d already had beers in his hand and Cale laughed. Devon had this nasty habit of knowing exactly how conversations were going to feel, and he was right. “What?” the defenseman had asked with a laugh.
Cale had taken one of the drinks from his hands. “I can’t believe you already knew this might be a rough one.”
“What? No! I wouldn’t assume that.”
Cale shook his head and motioned to Devon. “You literally had the beers in your hand when I opened the door! What do you mean you didn’t assume?” Cale jabbed and Devon waved his hand dismissively away.
“Alright, alright. Now shut up about that and tell me what the hell’s been going on with you. You’re acting even more antisocial than usual.”
Cale shrugged. Should he be doing this? How would Devon feel? He’d been the one to help Cale get over Nate the first time, how was he supposed to admit that it hadn’t worked? He couldn’t just ask for help again, it wasn’t fair. A few tense moments passed and Cale sighed. Might as well.
“You know how I used to have a thing for Nate?” Cale asked, he searched Devon’s eyes for some form of anger or annoyance but he found nothing but focus. Cale paused before continuing, “I… I think I like him again. I don’t know.”
“Okay…” Devon began, “so how is this time any different? You didn’t act like this when you first fell for him, what’s changed? Why’s he getting to you this bad?”
Cale’s breath caught in his throat, panic seizing him. He drew in a few steadying breaths and ran his hands through his hair, cheeks heating. This was so difficult. Why? It was stupid, he trusted Devon more than anyone else with this. He shouldn’t be feeling like someone was actively trying to shrink his lungs and like a hand was squeezing his heart.
Devon was steady and calm. “Cale?”
“Because,” Cale started shakily. He exhaled and restarted, making pleading eye contact with his defense partner, “Because I think he likes me back.”
“Oh.”
~~~
Nate couldn’t get the song out of his head. It was all he could seem to think of and it was playing on constant repeat in his mind. So, naturally, he took any time he had in his day to listen to it and think it over.
“Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways?
Sad to see you go, was sorta hoping that you’d stay.
Baby we both know that the nights are made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day
Do I wanna know? Too busy being yours to fall
Sad to see you go. Ever thought of callin’, darlin’?
Do I wanna know? Do you want me crawling back to you?”
It was only worsening Nate’s desire. He wanted to tell Cale. He wanted to tell Cale so fucking badly. He wanted to spill all his dark thoughts and longings. He wanted to tell Cale that the reason he hadn’t slept was because he was too busy thinking about what Cale’s own touch felt like. He wanted to pull Cale to his chest and force him to understand his love, but he couldn’t. More than that Nate wanted, above everything, for Cale to love him back. He didn’t even know if it was possible, but neither Sid nor Landy had helped him forget that admitting something like that was a risk. And it was a risk they thought Nate should take.
So why hadn’t Nate taken that leap? Well, because he was scared. Dead scared. Things were finally normal between them. As much as Nate wanted to say that it was for Cale’s sake, that was another lie. It was for Nate’s sake, for his own hope to still stay friends with the defenseman. It was cowardly. Nate rested his head against his door, about to leave to go to their pregame practice. He closed his eyes, brows furrowed. He wasn’t a coward. He opened his door and got into his car. Today, Nate decided. Today he’d come clean with Cale. No backing out, no nothing. He was going to get this over with. Nate was tired of waiting.
So Nate had practiced like hell. Played like hell. He’d scored, but that didn’t matter. They’d won, but that didn’t matter either. Nate was just glad the night was done. He caught Cale before he left the locker room. “Hey,” Nate had said, gaining Cale’s attention all-too instantly, “you wanna go out somewhere?”
“Oh…” Cale looked back into the hall, eyes trailing Devon out of the room, he turned back to Nate. “Yeah, sure. Why— I mean, where?”
“I don’t know. A bar someplace close. You pick.”
“Alright,” Cale had agreed and after a couple minutes they’d chosen the place. Cale had said his brief goodbye and left Nate to go on his own to the bar before Nate. Nate ran a hand through his hair and exhaled, waiting a few moments before following Cale out of the room.
Landy was leaning on the wall with a smug look on his face. Nate stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to face his captain who only winked in response. “What. The hell.”
“Ohhh, you should have seen him, Nate,” Landy said, voice laced with a shit-eating grin, “He walked out of here so red. I think I heard him laughing to himself in disbelief as he ran his hands through his hair…”
Landy winced as Nate gave him a swift shoulder punch. The captain laughed. Nate pointed an accusing finger at Landy. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“And it’s working, isn’t it? You’re blushing, idiot,” prodded Landy. “Now go, he’ll be waiting for you.”
Landy gave Nate a small shove to get him going and before Nate could fully exit the doors he called, “And for the record, he totally likes you back, by the way! You two are gonna be perfect together!”
“Oh, shut up!” Nate shouted with a shake of his head, but he was smiling.
He’d arrived at the bar and quickly found his seat beside Cale. The defenseman had already gotten their drinks, their usual. Nate took his seat and folded his hands a bit nervously together. They chatted as they drank, the conversation blessedly not uncomfortable. Nate had practically forgotten he was going to confess, well, until Cale had reminded him that is.
It’d been a small thing. Cale had simply mentioned one of his old girlfriends that he was still close with and that had set it all off. Nate had barely recovered the conversation but the damage had been done. It was tense after that, Cale awkwardly trying to maintain anything but failing. Not the right time, not the right time, not the right time— Nate’s mind screamed.
Oh, he’d been so stupid. How was this even supposed to work? Why did he think this would work? Nate had finished his drink and they left the bar in silence. Nate got into his car again, a wave of shame and sadness rushing over him. Why had he tried? He was so— Nate cast his eyes skyward, emotion choking his throat. He took a deep breath in, trying to steady himself. He would have failed if Cale— Cale?— wasn’t running up to his car.
Nate snapped to attention. “What the—”
Cale knocked on his window and Nate unlocked the door. Cale scrambled in, cheeks a bit red from running. Cale turned to face Nate, his eyes so warm and loving. Nate couldn’t take it. Cale panted a bit, regaining his breath. “Nate, I— I needed to tell you—”
The world was bright. Nate was suddenly and acutely aware of everything. The condensation on his windshield, the twinkling of car lights and the glow of the street lamps. He noticed the movement inside buildings. The pedestrians chatting on the sidewalks.None of it mattered. Cale was perfect. Cale was here.
“I needed to say—” Cale was cut off, but it was beautiful.
Nate was leaning in, and Cale had stopped talking. The night went silent, the world held its breath. This was where they were meant to be. Nate closed his eyes, closed the gap between them, and took the leap. Sid was right. It did feel good.
~~~
Cale felt alive. His hand was at Nate’s jaw, he could feel its stubble, stark in comparison to his own smooth skin. Nate’s had its nicks and bruises, Cale’s was perfect and clean. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. He wanted to stop time itself just so they could stay here forever. Everything was warm, beautiful, and perfect. He’d never thought this could even happen, but Nate had proved him so, so wrong. Cale had never been happier to be so. And holy shit Nate was a good fucking kisser. Cale could feel how much the forward wanted him and Cale was all there for it. Cale had known Nate’s love language was physical touch, but this was… this was— Cale smiled and Nate only pulled him closer, determined to stay right here and right now— heaven. Cale laughed, pulling back for the barest moment to breathe before reconnecting with Nate again for a shorter time. He didn’t want to let it stop, but it happened and they met eye contact. Nate was red, smiling, he was perfect. Cale laughed, “Oh my God, you actually— we actually—”
“Yeah,” Nate said and looked around for another moment before blurting, “kiss me again, please.”
Cale felt himself blush an even deeper red. Nate was actually asking for this, it was unbelievable. He’d never even thought— Cale’s mind was in a scramble, so many thoughts ran through his head he couldn’t even hold onto one. So he didn’t think, he just obliged. Cale could tell Nate had wanted this for a while, he’d spent so much time intentionally trying to make sure Cale wasn’t uncomfortable if Nate touched him and now… now he didn’t bother. Nate was as intense as a forest fire, and Cale was loving it. Cale was loving Nate.
Cale’s ribcage was digging into the armrest, absently it hurt. Cale pulled himself up, closer. His head hit the light above him and it clicked on. Cale opened his eyes and he laughed, Nate had stopped kissing him and he’d rested his forehead against Cale’s. Nate rubbed his thumb over Cale’s knuckles with a grin. He’d never seen the forward so radiant, happy. “Thank you,” he muttered.
“How long have you been waiting to do that?” Cale asked, words almost nonexistent. He felt like he was floating, like if he let silence rest too long he’d awake from some dream.
Nate shrugged, his eyes warm as realization crossed over them. “Forever, I think.”
“Then why didn’t you do it sooner?” Cale exclaimed with a dry laugh, he swatted at Nate’s shoulder playfully.
Nate drew back, falsely offended. He shook his head and looked back at Cale. Silence fell, Nate’s crystal clear blue eyes studied him, searching Cale for the answer. The faintest smile danced across his perfect lips. “I don’t know,” he whispered.
Cale felt desire course through him and a new wave of heat crossed over his cheeks. He didn’t bother saying anything. He wanted to tell Nate that he was wanted now. So he scooted forward and gave Nate one last kiss, determined to make him his. Nate seemed surprised by it. Cale was surprised, too. He’d never had this with anyone else. Any love had been half-hearted and Cale hadn’t liked touch. But with Nate? Oh, with Nate, all Cale wanted to do was feel and touch and love. He loved it. Cale kept Nate there for as long as he wanted, and the forward didn’t fight it. A small amount of pride crept into Cale’s chest at that.
Cale drew away and as he opened Nate's passenger door with one hand, he let his other stray at the underside of Nate’s chin. He could feel Nate swallow, he could feel his jaw tick as he made eye contact with Cale. Cale smirked a bit and stepped out into the fresh and cool Denver air. He shut the door and lifted his eyes skyward into the stars. He ran a hand through his mussed hair and adjusted his jacket, putting up the hood to hide his face from Nate, who would no doubt be watching his every move.
Cale was about to find his way to his car when he heard Nate’s door shut. “Cale!” Nate called, catching his attention and he jogged towards him.
“What?”
Nate didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around Cale. The defenseman stiffened a bit before melting into the embrace, he threw his own arms around Nate’s shoulders and buried his face into Nate’s T-shirt. Nate gave him a tight squeeze. “Thank you,” he said.
Before Cale could reply, Nate had turned and was starting his car. Cale stood, thankful for the chill, and watched Nate drive away. He smiled to himself. “Yeah… no problem.”
Cale lingered for a few, leaning against the large lamp post as he pulled out his phone. He searched around his screen a bit scatter-brained before finally opening up his contacts and calling Devon. It went to voicemail. Cale shook his head. Old man. He called Landy instead, half-expecting him not to answer too as it was pretty late, but the captain responded almost immediately.
“Heyyyyyy,” Landy greeted, something sly in his tone.
“Hi,” began Cale, trying to stay composed even though he knew Landy could probably hear his smile, “I have something to tell you.”
“Oh, do tell. Me and EJ have been dying to hear it.”
Of course EJ was there… Wait, hear it? Why did he sound like he knew— Cale rolled his eyes. Why wouldn’t Landy know? He pinched the bridge of his nose before responding, acting a bit defeated to try and throw them off, “Me and Nate.”
“Shit.” EJ, Cale noticed. “He didn’t do something stupid, right? I swear if he—” Ej was cut off by Cale’s laugh. “Oh, you little jerk!”
“Sorry, sorry. It’s fine, we’re fine. Great, really. I just can’t believe you two. How on earth did you guys know?”
Landy spoke next, “We’re like sharks, and you guys are the blood in the water. We don’t miss, ever. Also, I overheard you both chatting in the locker room, but that isn’t the point.”
Cale sighed, he should have known. He closed his eyes for a few moments before EJ butted in again, “So, how did it go? Like are you… y’know?”
Cale paused for a moment. Were they? Nate seemed to think so, but Cale could just be assuming the best. He didn’t know what Nate wanted from him, Cale wasn’t quite sure what he was wanting from Nate either. Could they honestly be together, or was that just setting them up for failure? Cale took in a deep breath, he was over-analyzing again. He fiddled with the ring at his neck and bit his lip a bit before nodding to himself. Just say what you think, what you know you feel. “I— I’m not sure. I don’t know yet, but…”
“Yeah?” Landy prodded over the phone and Cale could hear its mirth.
“But I do want him. I want us, I mean.”
“That’s my man! Hell yeah! That’s so good, Cale. I’m glad. It was killing me—” Landy must have received some glare from EJ because he corrected himself— “us to see you both like this. We wanted things to work out. We’re happy for you. How’s Nate taken it? He run off?”
“No, actually we— well, we kinda left the bar separately but I found his car and I was going to tell him and he… he kissed me.” There was silence for a moment and Landy let him continue. “It was amazing, Landy. I’ve never felt like that before. Ever. I didn’t know love was supposed to feel like this.”
“It’s good isn’t it? To not feel alone, to know that no matter what,” Landy paused for a moment and Cale could only imagine the look he was giving EJ, “you have someone. Always.”
“Yeah,” breathed Cale. “Yeah, that’s exactly it… Thank you.”
“Of course.”
Cale said his goodbye and hung up, pocketing his phone and making his way to his car. He drove home, listening to his romance playlist. Just as he was about to go to bed, his phone buzzed. It was Nate.
I love you.
…
Cale hesitated typing for a moment. He shook his head to himself. Screw it.
I love you too.
Cale went to Nate’s contact info. He gazed at the picture of Nate he had as his profile before clicking on Nate’s name and adding on to it. It now said: Nate <3. Cale smiled. It was simple, but it was nice. Nothing too cheesy, just something that satisfied what Cale was feeling. He clicked off his phone and fell into perfect, undisturbed sleep for the first time since he’d fallen for the forward. Life wasn’t normal in the slightest, it never had been, but Cale finally felt good. This was an abnormality he was happy to welcome into his life. Nate loved him, and that was the best out-of-the-usual gift he could ever receive.
Cale felt whole.
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Nate had shown up to practice radiant for the first time in what felt like months. Landy had been there and all he’d needed to do was give Nate a warm smile as he dipped his head and pointed out to the rink. He must have been one of the first ones there. Nate’s gaze followed where Landy was pointing. Cale was out on the ice skating, Nate’s expression melted into admiration as he watched. Then, he got ready as quickly as possible just so he could join Cale for a short time alone.
“Hey,” Nate greeted.
Cale’s face was already red, but Nate could have sworn it got just a bit deeper in that moment. Maybe he was crazy. Cale said hello back and Nate joined him in skating. The others slowly filed in and they went through practice like normal. Nate was just glad that the others were dismissing his obvious flirting with Cale from the ice or the bench as him just being funny, or maybe they just didn’t care.
Nate left the ice shortly before Cale, but when he was ready to leave he lingered. Cale was talking with some of the others beside him, but his eyes strayed to Nate often, telling that he was thinking the same thing. Cale halted when Devon and Val motioned for them to go. “You guys go ahead. I’ll meet you there, just give me a sec’.”
Nate smiled and Cale turned to him. Nate crossed to Cale and pulled him a bit closer. Cale’s cheeks flushed instantly, he slowly moved his fingers around Nate’s bicep with a faint smile. Nate could tell Cale was thinking about saying something, so he waited and didn’t push him for it. After a few more moments of Cale simply studying Nate lovingly, Cale asked, “Nate, are we— do you want to be…?” Nate laughed faintly as he watched Cale trying to find the words. “Nate, are we boyfriends?”
Nate felt his face heat, he grinned. “Yeah,” he breathed, “yeah, I think we are.”
#829#cale makar#nathan mackinnon#colorado avalanche#gabriel landeskog#erik johnson#devon toews#sidney crosby#692#mens hockey rpf#hrpf
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Silent Treatment
So, I don't actually like this but I'm trying to get back to posting regularly and hopefully, I can do like 4 imagines a month or something.
Saying that he had messed up was putting it lightly. He had tucked up majorly and was now paying the price.
A snide comment made in the heat of the moment during an argument with his wife had landed him in the dog house, which he had been in for the last couple of days now. Usually, after a disagreement or fight, things were back to normal after a few days but they are currently on day four and Tommy was still getting the cold shoulder.
Begging, pleading and gifts hadn't worked and Tommy had even considered using the kids to soften her up before realising it would make things worse. So he has resorted to something that will definitely get her to talk to him but also might extend his time in the dog house by a week.
He was going to annoy her until she spoke to him and the best way to do that was to cling to her side and follow after her like a shadow.
When he woke up that morning, he stayed in bed until (Y/N) woke up instead of getting out of bed and going straight to work as he usually did. Admittedly he found it absolutely painful not making the most of the time he had but more than anything he wanted to be out of the doghouse.
When (Y/N) finally woke up, she threw him a confused look but didn't say anything before heading to the bedroom and Tommy scrambled after her. She threw him another frown as he stood in her way as she tried to freshen up but she refused to break the silent treatment.
Tommy followed (Y/N) and helped as she woke the kids up and they went down to the dining room to have the breakfast the staff had made, Tommy moved his chair from the head of the table to the side, right next to (Y/N) causing them to be squished together.
Tommy continued to follow and annoy her for the rest of the day until she finally snapped after they put the kids to bed.
"Have you seriously been acting like this all day because I have been speaking to you?!" (Y/N) asked exasperated.
"Well you wouldn't speak to me and its been days"
"Because you hurt me, Thomas"
"And I've apologised a million times. Please forgive me"
(Y/N) gives Tommy a long look before signing "If I forgive you, will you stop bothering me?"
Tommy nods and (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at her husband.
"You're crazy by the way. Who wastes a whole day just to bother their wife."
"A man who loves his wife and desperately wants her forgiveness"
"Sometimes you act like a puppy who has been kicked and abandoned, pathetic but adorable and forgiven."
Tommy finally had his much-awaited kiss and things in Arrow House were back to normal. At least for now.
#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby imagines#peaky blinders x reader#peaky blinders imagines#peaky blinders imagine
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Regrets
Summary: Work always seemed to take priority over Wanda. But for the first time, she's in the front of your mind for possibly the last time.
Paring: Wanda x Reader
Genre/Warnings: Angst (canon violence, blood, injuries, cussing)
Word Count: 5.5k
A/N: This one turned out a little longer than I previously anticipated (because i almost forgot the ending you wanted anon 😬) but happy reading!
*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*
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Shaking your electrolyte drink, you wipe away the sweat that starts to bead its way down your face. The midafternoon sun is blazing down as your boots crunch against the dry weeds and sand below you. The middle of nowhere for the second time this week and you’re ordered to walk around until something happens. For the past three hours, not a single thing but a few tumbleweeds rolling past and Sam trying to lighten the mood with jokes.
“Look, I’m just saying,” he starts again, staring down at the screen on his wrist as Redwing flies around in search of the enemy trying to sneak up on the team.
“No, no. You’re not saying anything because there’s nothing to say. We’ve been broken up, what, going on five months?”
Sam glances at you, “Oh, so that date you remember?”
You clench your jaw, remembering the argument you had with Wanda just before leaving to this mission. The anger the two of you threw at each other. Separated and still arguing like a married couple. You rip open the bottle in your hand, remembering how you slammed the door without a single goodbye.
Turning the cap of the drink in your hand, you flick it towards his big head, “I will kick you off this mountain and blame it on technical difficulties.”
Drinking the overly sweet and salty drink, Sam slaps his hand against your arm. Coughing as the stinging liquid comes up through your nose, you go to swing your fist but you can see the concentration in his furrowed brows.
“We’ve got movement over in that far building.” He tries to bring Redwing back for another pass as you glance back at the rest of the team trying to find respite in shadows.
Pulling your rifle from your back, you start walking towards the building, “Probably those coyotes we scared off. I’ll go check.”
“You need backup,” Sam starts, his hand rising to press into the radio but you shake your head, already backpedaling towards the building.
“Isn’t that what your little friend is for? Besides, you talking about Wanda is bad juju. Gonna get us all killed, so no more talking for you.”
Without hearing the rest of his argument, you take off in a slow jog. Your eyes scan the buildings around this place, empty and desolate. It was an old HYDRA compound that had been abandoned for decades. Word through SHIELD though was that there might still be some important information that was forgot. The town at the bottom of the mountain was also a prime target to gain more HYDRA sympathizers. So, you were sent here to let the SHIELD agents work their charisma through the town as you waited to see if you were scouring the buildings or blowing them to hell.
The buildings were off limits, that’s what Command had said. They didn’t know what traps were set up in there but that didn’t stop any of you from poking your heads in through the open windows, having Sam drive Redwing around or Nat and Yelena throwing each other onto roofs to peek into the upper floors. All of it was just blown sand and ruined furniture, anything important hidden by time and the elements.
Quietly, you peek around the threshold of the doorway. Scanning for tripwires or blinking red lights as you tried to see further into the building. It was too hard to peek inside to see if anything or anyone was hiding. You had to go inside.
“Stepping inside a building. If something goes boom, Yelena you don’t get my room.”
Russian curse words fill your ear as you press the heel of your boot down onto the creaking wooden floor and rest your weight down. Your breath blows out of your lungs as you take another step and then you’re standing inside of the building. You make your way further in, stepping over and around suspicious piles of sand, carefully opening side doors and looking for anything that’s been disturbed.
It’s all quiet as you make it to the other side of the building and watch a small group of coyotes trotting their way out into the desert. Redwing whirrs around from the side of the house as you give it a little wave,
“All clear, Sam. Now get that thing away,” you swat at the small drone and as you move it out of your vision, you squint into the blinding sand.
Just over the hill, you can see blobs of shimmering black making their way across the sands. Your rifle smacks against your thigh as you tear your binoculars from your belt and try to bring those blobs into focus. And as you do, you don’t think your eyes could grow any wider as you see the length of the caravan coming in at high speeds towards your location. With eyes focused on the approaching enemy, you raise a hand up to the radio on your chest.
“No need to panic, but we’ve got a large number of,” your words are cut short as a distant whistle becomes louder and turns quickly into an explosion.
All of your careful steps are forgotten as your feet leave the ground and you slam straight into the wall behind you. Dust rises up into your lungs as you grasp out against the charred wood around you. Coughing, feeling the explosion of pain in your sides as you feel the impact of the RPG that hit the building, you can see the culprit loading another one on top of the hill.
“Fuck,” you groan out, dragging yourself up to your feet and sprinting towards the nearest exit.
You sprint down the street you were just casually jogging up, towards the rendezvous in the unlikely event that you were attacked. Your lungs are begging for any air to satisfy them, no doubt having crooked ribs pressing against them. Instead, the only thing you can give them are quick and short breaths.
Your legs are slowly dying out on you, the muscles burning and quivering with each stride you take. You grit your teeth and surge forward, using your pounding heart as a rhythm to keep your feet moving and arms chugging.
Making your way closer to the team, you start waving frantically for them to retreat quickly. If they already had RPGs set up, they were watching you and they were starting to dial in more explosions. Steve steps out from the shadows of a building, squinting behind you as everyone readies themselves. They’re expecting soldiers to come running down the street after you. They don’t know hell is about to rain down on them.
“Go!” you yell, Natasha can no doubt hear the panic in your voice. By the time you get halfway to them, she’s already got them up and sprinting.
You cringe, feeling a sharp pain explode through your left shoulder as the hit sends you skidding down onto your knees. A gunshot echoes out through the air as the sound finally catches up with the bullet that whipped through your left shoulder. You let out a yell and glance at the blood coming from the wound in your arm. Yelena is yelling at you to move, kneeling against a broken wall as she tries to find the sniper. Crawling forward, bullets ping the sand around you as you push towards the wall.
Yelena reaches forward, hand gripping your belt as she pulls you towards cover. She falls backwards with a grunt,
“Someone had a heavy breakfast!” she grimaces as she lines up her rifle again.
You roll onto your back, yanking your rifle from your back, “One too many pastries. Do you see them?”
Bullets continue to whiz around your position as you watch the assassin scan the mountain tops, searching for that glint of a scope or the odd shape of a person amongst the stone. Her thumb flicks down and as a bullet hits the wall in front of her, she squeezes the trigger and the bullets stop.
“Ha!” she calls out into the air, flicking back on the safety and turning to tell you she’s got the furthest shot now. Her brown eyes widen, “YN! Eyes up!”
She’s always been fast, probably because of her small size. But she moves faster than you’ve ever seen. One minute she’s cradling her gun and the next she’s sprinting right past you, towards a soldier who got around to flank.
Yelena flips them over her shoulder as her free hand tosses you a knife. You snatch it from the air as you swing it in a wide arch with a yell as you strain your bullet wound. The blade enters into the arm of the soldier as you twist and kick him away, sensing another presence coming from behind you.
A punch hits you in your aching shoulder as the second soldier’s hand wraps around your neck and slams your against the wall. You gag at the abrupt end to the your breathing, the knife falling from your panicked grasp.
Bringing down your fist, their arm bends as you slam your head forward and into their nose. Your hand reaches down to your holster and two shots take down the soldier as you try and gain a sense of the battleground, well the ambush.
Stark is somewhere in the air right now, firing at the mortars meant for you guys and trying to stop the air support from getting closer. He’s buying time for the agents and civilians to get out of the town below and to make sure the team isn’t crushed by missiles. You watch those missiles go streaming through the air, followed close by Stark’s own missiles to put them out of commission. Rockets and grenades shot from the enemy are getting closer and you know the foot soldiers are already there, jumping from the fast moving convoy.
The trucks chase after all of you, the soldiers using the metal sides as cover as you retreat back to the edge of the mountain. Sweat pours down your face, slicking your hands as you try to get any kind of shot off to stop the forces and stop the trucks. You catch Steve’s eyes, as he flings away a mortar that got through and watch it explode just above all of your heads.
The trucks stop, drifting in the soft sand to give cover to the soldiers and you give Steve a nod. It’ll be suicide if all of you try to hold your ground here. The broken walls will only hold for so long and Stark only has so much firepower.
“What’s the plan?” Nat yells, firing off her pistols and grimacing as the bullets just ping off the fuel canister.
“Stark!” Steve yells, “Can you blow these trucks!”
“I’m a little busy, shit,” Tony’s red suit comes screaming through the air, “Trying not to let you guys blow up!”
“Missiles, Stark!” Sam’s wings close and you watch him take a dive down towards the ground. Your heart is racing in your chest as you try to conserve your ammo for what could be a long battle. You hear Sam yell as his wings fling open and he hits a tight turn, sending one of the missiles meant for him straight into one of the trucks.
You can feel the heat from the explosion as you duck behind the wall. Stark lets out a whooping yell but it’s cut off short. Looking up into the sky, you see him extend his hand out and the light from his repulsor lighting up. As the beam shoots out, you watch as it shoots right past the missile as the weapon jerks to the right towards another target.
“Sam!” Steve yells out, slinging his shield through the air and catching the edge of his wings. The missile flies past Sam but he’s not making a pretty landing. He hits the ground hard and Steve takes off towards him as everything starts to blow up.
With Tony distracted as he tried to save Sam, mortars and grenades got past him. It was exactly what the enemy was waiting for. One of those missiles got free and all you could do was scream for the team to move. You couldn’t hold this ledge anymore.
Yelena is the first to take a running leap. She ends up flipping over her legs and tumbling towards the rocks below. Nat follows after her, not finding any luck in gaining any footing on the loose rock either. Across the way, as you kneel down to try and see where they landed, you can see Tony yelling down at Steve with Sam hanging lifelessly over his shoulders.
As you try to get to them, you watch as a bullet slams straight through Sam’s shoulder and into Steve. You yell and wave Tony off before he gets hit, watching Steve lose his balance. Tony surges forward but just misses them and the pair go tumbling down the ledge.
You try your best to go after them, jumping off the ledge and trying to slide down the dirt and rock incline. Landing on your bent leg as you try to steer yourself with your other leg. But your foot catches onto a root of the one species of tree that somehow learned to survive in this place.
Your momentum keeps you moving, pulling your ankle from the root at a painstaking angle and all you can think about is how to stop yourself from rolling. Quickly, you wrap your arms around your head, feeling the sharpness of the jagged rocks against your body. You don’t have time to figure out how to stop your descent or where you’re going to end up, you just keep falling. And falling.
After what seems like miles of falling and cracking bones, your head whips hard against the rocky ground and you’re oblivious to the world around you.
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“Y/N! Wake up!”
You hear a voice but it seems like it’s coming from a great distance away. You struggle to make your way towards it, trying to reach out with everything you have. You slowly open your eyes, immediately feeling nauseous from the bright light and quickly shut them as you let out huffs of air. You don’t get a lot of time to figure out what’s going on before a shadow blocks the descending sun and you squint through half closed eyes.
The shadow clears out into a black blurry mess and finally you see who it is. You can see through each blink you take, Nat staring down at you as she presses against the side of her head. She seems concerned and you reach out to push yourself up but you can’t move.
“Y/N? Can you hear me?”
You blink rapidly, trying to find your voice. The noise that comes from your throat though, it doesn’t sound like it’s coming from you.
“I’m awake,” you groan out, “Don’t worry about me.” you clench your brows, hearing how mumbled and slurred those few words are.
“Oh, thank god. Your head's bleeding.”
You try to push away her arm, but fail again, “I’m okay,” you shake your head away from the wad of gauze she has in her hands.
You begin to slowly feel your arms and then slowly your legs, heavy and useless. An improvement from feeling nothing, though. There’s a ringing in your ears that’s squealing away with no end in sight. You move your head, gathering your surroundings and seeing where you’ve landed. A good fall from the ledge you were on before and as you peak over, you see that there was plenty of more distance to fall.
“What happened?” you groan out, a fuzziness in your brain that you can’t shake.
“We got ambushed, remember? They were coming in droves. Explosions everywhere?”
Slowly, the memories of the fight come back and you know that you have to start moving. With the sun where it is now, it’s been hours since that happened. You have to get out of here, all of you. Have to meet up with the rest of the team. Wanda. You have to see Wanda.
You slowly work one puppet arm up from the ground and grab the top of a boulder next to you. Your body gradually comes unstuck as you pull yourself up and kneel. The air is hot and dusty and does nothing for your aching throat. You reach back for your water pack but you realize that your backpack must’ve gotten ripped off during your tumble. Your stomach churns as you look around at your wounds and Nat’s. Your head is aching and you can feel the deep stinging of the cuts around your body.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Nat asks again, tightening a wrap she has on her thigh.
You nod, “Fine. I’m fine.”
The world slowly continues to come into focus. You can’t quite comprehend everything and your legs still want to collapse out from you. But, with this near death experience, you want to get moving. Every second away from Wanda brings more determination to climb up to your feet. To go and tell her that you were wrong. That you gave up too easily.
You touch your temple and stifle the urge to cry out from the pain. As you glance down, you can see the blood sliding down your fingers. At this point, you don’t know where you’re not bleeding.
You glance down at the ground and see your rifle laying there, slowly you bend over to grab it. A wave of pressure rushes over you and you try to steady yourself, unbalanced with the weight of the gun pulling you towards the ground. You look away from the ledge and towards the cliffs below you two, trying to see if you can catch sight of the rest of the team.
It’s completely silent. No gunshots or the sounds of Tony’s repulsors activating. There’s no explosions or Russian curse words. Just eerie silence, except the crunching of dirt from your feet.
You follow after Nat, carefully descending your way through the brush and thin trees. You hold your hand to your head and shut your eyes, trying to find a way to think past your throbbing head. But all that plays through your mind are regrets. Regrets with Wanda. The way you let all of those years together just get thrown away. How you didn’t chase after her when that front door slammed and those headlights went down the road.
The sun gets lower and lower, the sky beginning to turn into those soft sunset colors. The soft yellows and reds, running along the darkening blue of the night sky. You’ve gotta make it down this mountain. Try and find anyone to help you and hope that the enemy isn’t still lurking around.
“We gotta find a way to communicate with the team. My radio’s toast,” Nat says, jogging down the last steep incline that’ll take you into the town, “Try and find a phone.”
You nod, following after her more carefully. If the team was ever separated because of a firefight, the more capable members of the team needed to get back to base. Once they got there and a head count was made, then a search and rescue would be made. The mountain was tall though and it would take a long time to find two missing people.
Carefully, you step into the deserted town and start to clear your way through houses. Quietly yelling to see if anyone was inside. Ripping away rugs for hidden passages into tunnels through the ground and for a working landline. You were coming up empty and both of you were starting to get antsy. Nat jogged ahead of you as you leaned against one of the buildings, gasping for a clear breath as you tried to clear the mucus and dust from your throat.
Nat calls out into the cooling air, “I’m checking this house!”
You wave for her, pushing off the wall and hacking out some dirt from your throat. As you start to step away from the building, through the silence, you hear the softest click and then Nat let out a yell,
“Shit!”
The world rocks around you again. The wall you were just leaning against explodes outwards and the debris just catches you. Windows are blown out and so are your ears, the ringing coming back as you feel the warm blood rolling down your face.
You groan as you roll yourself out of the broken glass and debris around you. You were extremely certain now, you were tired of being blown up.
When you try to sit yourself up, you feel a sharp burning pain explode through your body. You open your eyes as you knock your head back into the wall behind you, letting out a long groan as you try and feel your body with your hands. Your eyes whip around the town, seeing the smoke billowing out from some homes and the shot out debris from others. The whole town was rigged, must’ve been done when the two of you were out cold on the side of that mountain.
“Natasha!” you scream out, hands running down your torso, trying to find any holes.
Glancing down, you see your hands are covered in new blood and as you try to wipe it away, your skin is still stained red.
“That’s a lot of blood,” you breathe out. Your eyes shift and you can see the wound in your abdomen that your hands found, “That’s my blood. That’s a lot of my blood.”
“Natasha!” you yell out again, pulling yourself up to your feet and hobble forward, “Nat!”
You reach the house she was about to check before that tripwire ruined her plans and see her laying halfway out of the house, in the threshold. She’s knocked out cold, blood pouring out from her leg and shrapnel tearing through her uniform. You move quickly, yanking the tourniquets from your belt and hers and making them as tight as they can go.
“This’ll hurt like a bitch when you wake up,” you grunt, tightening the last one on her arm, “But you’ll thank me. Now, come on.”
Groaning, you stand up against your protesting muscles and grab hold of her collar. Slowly, you start dragging her along the sand as you stare at a payphone just across the road. You pray that the explosion didn’t ruin the line as you carefully place Nat on the ground and fall against the metal. Shaking hands reach for the receiver and press it against your ear as you hold your breath.
There’s beeping and you nearly cry, “Oh, Nat. You’re lucky I have coins.” And you start sliding in coin after coin, watching the sun start to dip below the mountains. You know you’ve got to keep the line open for as long as you can, to get it tracked but you can’t remember any numbers to call.
“Come on you useless,” you mutter to yourself, knocking the plastic against your already throbbing head. With eyes closed, you type in the first number that comes to your head.
The phone rings and rings and rings. Your forehead presses against the warm metal as all you feel is the throbbing warmth of the pain through your body. Finally the last ring fills your ears and you hear a soft voice on the other line,
“You’ve reached Wanda Maximoff’s phone and I’m not here to take your call. Please leave a message.”
The beep fills the air and all you can do is fall to your knees, coughing as you start to taste something bitter and metallic in your mouth,
“Hey Wands. It’s uh… it’s me,” you grimace, knocking your head against the pole as your mouth practically rests against the mouthpiece, “You’re probably off on that mission still.” You shake your head, wishing you had thought of any other number to call as you try to stretch out your leg. You tear some of the gauze that sticks out from Nat’s bag and try to push it into your abdomen.
“I just… I know you said that things were too late to try and fix. You never wanted to talk to me and… I’m sorry. For all those nights I stumbled in drunk. Times I grabbed a fistful of weeds and flowers because I forgot we had a date.”
You chuckle, noting how dumb you are right now. Life threatening experience, bleeding out in the middle of nowhere and you call your ex. Nat would smack you with the phone if she were awake right now. Wanda probably won’t even listen to this, just delete the voicemail as soon as she hears your voice.
“I would’ve left if I was you too. And I would’ve forgotten everything we had planned. But I didn’t. I made you hate love songs and give up on a Happily Ever After. And I’m sorry, because I still can’t give that to you.”
You groan, rolling to try and pull yourself up and slide more coins into the machine. You know you have to keep feeding it coins for the line to stay open. You have to keep talking, you have to stay awake and you have to keep finding coins.
“Using up all my change here, Wands. Should’ve probably called Tony but his number is too damn hard to memorize. Besides,” you groan, rustling around your pockets for more money, “I know your number by heart. Because I can’t get you out of my head.”
You can hear your own breathing starting to get slower. The raggedness of a lung having a hard time working and your ribs start to close in. You clear your throat, grimacing at the pain it shoots through your body. Your mouth is dry and starts to stick as your lips start to smack, begging for water. And through all of this, you’re grinning like an idiot to yourself.
Thinking about taking Wanda on that first date through the Aquarium and showing her all of these new animals. The nights you shared together in your apartment and the breakfasts you shared in the mornings. The ring you had hid inside her jacket on what was just a normal evening walk together.
You were dying and all you could think about was the time you had had with Wanda. The time you just threw away because this job that was killing you right now, took up everything you had. And you let it.
“Trying to get this damn radio to work but it’s not…” you blink hard, trying to push the sand from your eyes and to keep your rocking vision steady as you try to sort the wires of your broken radio. “Pretty sure, I’ll be outta blood soon.”
You clear your throat, listening to how your voice cracked as you told Wanda the truth. Your dirty hand rubs against the tears that escape from your eyes, “Being with you… damn it. Best years of my life, Wands. And I screwed it up.”
You shake your head, smacking the radio into the sand when the screen lights up but slowly fades away, “Doesn’t matter…” you mumble to yourself over and over, knocking your head back against the pole.
“Sun’s settin’ and I don’t hear any engines.” you clear your throat, closing your eyes as you start to feel the feeling from your toes and fingers disappear. “Just… those rowdy kids? Give Clint’s kids a kiss for me when you see ‘em again. Tell everyone,” you let out a shaking sigh as your hands begin to shake the phone against your face, “They’re my family. My family. And I need you to do me a favor. Cause, I’m getting tired, Wands. Real tired. Just don’t for-,”
There’s a loud crash that fills your ear and you quickly jerk away from it, groaning through your pain as you hear ragged breathing replace the constant silence that was on the other line.
“Y/N? Y/N! Where are you?” There’s yelling in the background and you can hear Wanda screaming at them to shut up.
You laugh weakly, “Hey, glad you took my call. We made it. Climbed down that mountain.” You can hear frantic talking in the background but you just listen to Wanda’s breathing, just imagining she was sitting next to you, “Nat’s alive. She’s alive. Lucky as shit, too.”
“Y/N, listen to me.” Wanda starts but you just keep on talking.
“Did I ever tell you,”
“Goddammit, listen!”
“Your voice is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard?” as the words leave your mouth, you start to hack against the dryness in your throat. Fresh blood spattering against your hand.
“Tell Tony to divert his course!” Wanda yells before you can hear her breathing again, “Listen. They’re combing the top of the mountain for you guys. You just need to hold on until they get over to you.”
Tears are rolling down your face, breaking away from your eyes without any effort. You try to wipe them away but they just keep coming, stinging the cuts on your face.
“I’m so sorry, Wanda. I just…”
“Stop! Please,” she says, the panic in her voice cutting through any calming she was trying to do for you, “You can apologize when you stay alive, alright?”
You run your hands down your blood and sweat soaked uniform, nodding silently to yourself as you see the truth in front of you, “Sure thing, Wands.”
There’s a silence between the two of you. Unspoken words that you wish you could say but you’re still terrified to speak out loud. To admit that you still love her. That when you asked why she stopped wearing her wedding ring, you were hiding yours just the same. You can’t hurt her again.
“Tell me you’re staying alive.”
You suck in a wheezing breath, listening to her sobbing cut through the receiver. You can see her pulling away the phone so you can’t hear her cries, “Can’t break anymore promises, Wands.”
“Stop, listen to me. Tony is two minutes from you. Just… please.”
Her sobs break through now, her shaking breaths striking more pain into your chest. All you want to do is reach through the phone and hold her but you’re stuck in the middle of the desert as the last of your blood trickles out.
“I’m sorry,” your voice cracks, as you press your hand against your burning eyes and let out a cry you’d been holding in for years.
“I know, Y/N. I… You remember our last mission?”
Sucking up a breath, grimacing at the pain it sends through your body, you nod as you rest the phone between your face and the pole. Your arms are starting to grow heavy and so are your eyes.
“Of course, darling.” the words slur from your lips as they barely rise above a whisper.
You can make out the smallest sound of clinking metal and you chuckle, “I still wear my wedding ring.”
Reaching up, you grab hold of the chain around your neck and hold onto it as tight as you can. Your thumb runs along the ring attached to it as the chain pulls against your neck. There’s distant yells but all you can pay attention to are Wanda’s pleads for you to stay alive.
“Don’t forget...”
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Keys jingle in the quiet room, rousing you from the light sleep you'd fallen into on the couch. You groan, grabbing your sore thigh as you try to readjust yourself on the cushions surrounding you.
"Hey," you hear a soft voice, already knowing where it comes from with your eyes still shut.
Cold hands run down your arms, fingers trailing along the yellowed bruises on your face and the bandages that wrap around your head. Sighing, you slowly open your eyes and meet a grinning face, nose scrunched up and bright green eyes looking back at you.
"I'm sleepin' here," you try and push Wanda away but can't stop the grin on your face, "Need my beauty sleep."
"Oh I am so sorry. I forgot the doctor ordered fifteen hours of sleep." Wanda whispers, tapping your now crooked nose and giggling when you flinch away.
You smile, feeling the movement pull at the bruises but the small pain is worth seeing Wanda's own smile. Something you promised never to lose again. After nearly dying in that abandoned town, only thinking about Wanda and all of your regrets, you made a promise. That if you got out of there alive, you'd never take her for granted ever again.
And there you were, bleeding out and on the verge of passing out when you heard the sounds of Stark's suits. The boom of his suit breaking the sound barrier to get to you and Nat. And he got there just in time.
"I need to get more snacks because someone ate all of them," Wanda raises her brows, carefully checking some of your bandages to see if they need to be changed.
You shrug, sitting yourself up as take the water Wanda brought you, "Doc said I had to eat. Gotta follow doctor's orders."
Wanda rolls her eyes, "Uh huh, you follow that one but not taking your pain meds."
You tap your lips, picking up your head slightly and grinning at how she rolls her eyes. Leaning forward, she presses her lips against yours. You sigh, knowing that for the rest of your life you'd always have these lips.
"That's better than any pain med."
Wanda scoffs, pushing off of the couch as she stands and grabs her purse, "Don't forget to walk around please?"
You nod, "Of course. And you don't forget,"
She hums, leaning back down and taking your lips against hers, "Never. I love you, too,"
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What if Steve leaves and she finds out she’s pregnant? I really love your alternate ending where he leaves for Peggy and wondering if you could write more about it. Doesn’t have to be him leaving a child behind that was just a question that popped into my head
Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥
Continuation of: This Dress is Karma || Alternate Ending
Warnings: unbeta'd. Angst ending for Steeb.
Note: I don't know how you roped me into writing a 2.3k continuation but here I am LOL
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You shut the door with a soft click, waiting until you hear the quiet footsteps fade away. The lump in your throat gets harder to swallow as you turn around, leaning back against the door and let out a shaky sigh.
You can't help but think those were some brave words you said to Steve. You desperately wanted them to be true. You did want to be so happy that it would physically pain Steve if he were to ever witness it.
You wanted it to be true that you were never going to see him again because he had hurt you so much, and he needed to stay away from you.
But when you lift your trembling hand to your stomach, you wonder if everything you said had been nothing more than a brave front.
"You alright?"
You immediately look up and see Bucky stepping out of the guest room, fully dressed with towel-dried hair.
You swallow and force a smile as you drop your hand.
"Yeah, you ready to head out?" You ask him as you stand up straight.
Bucky nods with a grumble before he grabs a strand of his hair. "I need a haircut first, though. Do you think we could find a barber first?"
"Sure," you say, turning around and opening the door with Bucky following you behind.
"You sure everything is okay?" Bucky asks you again.
The way your throat feels raw, the hysterical words that want to escape your mouth make you feel dizzy. You want to put your hand against your stomach again as if to see if you could suddenly feel a bump.
But you refrain because Bucky would get suspicious. Well, he'd probably think you had a stomachache first, but if you didn't stop acting strange, he would pry.
"Everything's fine," you mumble.
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As the weeks pass, more and more things begin to slip from you.
There is a layer of never-ending panic that sits right beneath your skin, crawling and setting your nerves on fire.
When you began to get morning sickness and threw up into the toilet, you began to shake.
The reality of your situation began to hit you.
You were pregnant.
With Steve's child.
Steve, who had abandoned you and was grey and old and probably would pass away soon.
The notion of it all had you throwing up in the toilet again.
You were alone, and you were scared.
What were you going to do? You couldn't rely on Steve anymore.
You looked down at your relatively flat stomach still, placing your hand against it.
There was a life growing inside you. What were you going to do?
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It was harder to hide when Bucky came over almost every other day, even though he didn't live with you. He had stayed for a week after the confrontation with Steve but quickly found his own place.
Initially, that had made you feel more alone, like everyone couldn't wait to escape from you. But it had worked out when you needed alone time.
Bucky was currently in your kitchen, cooking up steaks for lunch for the two of you.
The smell of it made you deathly pale.
"What's going on with you?" Bucky asked with a frown as he set the steaks aside to rest.
You had to swallow hard before you could answer. "Nothing," you said weakly. "I'm—I'm sorry. I know you came all the way here to cook but I'm not really hungry."
"You've been saying that for days now, doll," Bucky pursed his lip. "I feel like I haven't seen you eat a proper meal lately. What's going on? I know things have been...hard. Especially since you last saw Steve, but this isn't okay. I need you to eat something in front of me that isn't pretzels, bananas, or bread."
The idea of sliding a piece of steak basted in butter had your stomach knot itself painfully.
You shook your head, but when Bucky insisted, slicing the steak and you watched the juices run, you couldn't hold it in anymore.
You took off to the bathroom in haste.
"Hey—" Bucky called out and took off after you, but you were quick to shut the door before you fell to your knees over the toilet and hurled.
"What's wrong?" Bucky yelled through the door, trying to jiggle it open but found you had locked it. "Open the door, doll. I just want to make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine," you said shakily as you grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your mouth, eyes hot with tears. "I just—I just haven't been feeling well."
The silence on the other side of the door only lingered for a moment before Bucky used his metal arm to turn the doorknob so hard, it broke open.
He found you sitting on the floor, over the toilets, eyes rimmed red and your face pale.
Bucky carefully walks in and kneels slowly before you.
He thinks back the couple of weeks and how you've been going to the bathroom a lot more, and how you don't like going to restaurants to eat. You've been eating at home and the strangest things and wearing more flowy shirts.
He looks at your face, and the way you're trying to hold back your tears makes Bucky feel dread.
"Doll..." he calls you softly. "Are you—Are you pregnant?"
You let out a choked sob in response, face dropping as you close your eyes.
Bucky's quick to hold you in his arms as he strokes your back, his heart dropping.
There was only one person who could've gotten you pregnant.
There had been some dumb shit Steve's done the entire time Bucky's known him. Always getting into scraps he couldn't finish, always prideful when Bucky wanted to help him.
But it had been the first time Bucky's ever been so fucking pissed at Steve. It was the first time Bucky couldn't defend or make an excuse for his friend.
"Bucky, what am I going to do?" You trembled in his arms. "I can't—Steve isn't—I want to keep it but I'm alone."
Bucky swallowed so hard it was painful.
There was no fucking way he was ready to be a dad or step up in any kind of way—that is, if you even let him.
Fuck, you two didn't even have feelings for each other or anything. There was something, maybe, Bucky thought for the future. But now?
"You're not alone," Bucky reassured, keeping his voice still for your sake. "I'm here. I'm here all the way and I'm not gonna leave you, doll. Ever."
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You manage to keep the fact that you're pregnant under the wraps easily. It helps that since saving the world, no one really meets up anymore. A part of you worries because you can't find Wanda anywhere, but you know she can find you if she wanted to.
Sam might be the only other person who knows, and Bucky was begrudging when accepting his help.
Months pass, and you're surprised how dedicated Bucky is. You're pretty sure you're on the verge of a mental breakdown constantly. A part of you worries Steve will show up, but Bucky reassures you that there's nothing Steve could do even if he did show up.
"Fuck..." you swore as Bucky was in the middle of figuring out how to build the crib the two of you got from Ikea. He looks up at you alarmingly. "I think my water just broke."
"Oh, shit, okay, okay!" Bucky jumps up right away and starts running around to grab the prepared bag as he helps you out into the car. "Don't panic!"
"Bucky, I'm literally about to push a baby out of my body. I'm going to fucking panic if I want to," you snap, and Bucky bites his lip to refrain from speaking as he zips through traffic.
"Oh, god," you say under your breath. You were having a baby. You were actually going to have a baby.
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"Bucky, you can't just carry her everywhere," you grumbled as you pushed the stroller through the park. "You're spoiling her."
"Yes, I can. She wants me to carry her and whatever my princess wants, she gets." Bucky declared indignantly at you while sticking his tongue out.
You sighed with a smile.
You couldn't believe a year has passed. Despite the time passing, you never really felt fully prepared as a mother. You were scared you were fucking it up all the time if you're honest.
Bucky holds your hand, and you give him a shy smile. That was new too. Slow and steady, as Bucky has always been, and you think you were falling for him because of that.
When you look up, your heart stops.
"Oh," Steve blinked.
Another year has passed, but you find Steve doesn't look too different. A little more tired perhaps, but still...Steve.
You feel panic creep up in your chest that threatens to become a panic attack before Bucky squeezes your hand.
"Breathe, doll," he whispers encouragingly to you, but it's loud enough for Steve to catch.
You do as he says, taking a few calming breaths. You want to keep walking, but it seems Steve can't stop staring at the child in Bucky's arms.
"Why don't you take Hazel to the pond? She really likes looking at the ducks," you tell Bucky, and he nods, warily looking at you and Steve. He sends Steve a curt nod before he takes the stroller with him and walks off.
Steve's eyes trail after Bucky.
You know then that he knows. It's not hard after all. Hazel looks like a spitting image of Steve, something that had been hard for you to deal with at first. Her blonde hair and blue eyes—the blue eyes were easier since Bucky's eyes were blue too, even if a darker shade.
But Hazel was so lovely; you loved her so easily.
"When did you know?" Steve asked.
You shrugged. "The day before we all saved the world."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Steve's voice was pained and betrayed, and you cocked your brow at him.
"Why? So you would stay?"
"Yes, I would have!" Steve insisted.
The sheer stupidity of the situation had you give a humourless laugh.
"The last thing I want is for you to stay because of a baby, Steve. You wanted to leave, despite everything, you chose to leave. We would only hate each other in the long run."
"That's not true," Steve denied. "When I made that choice, it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore."
"No, you just didn't love me enough."
The words rang clear, almost throwing Steve off-kilter.
The silence fell, and the two of you could hear Hazel laughing with Bucky in the distance as she shrieked.
"Don't you think I deserved to know about her?" Steve asked with his lips pursed.
"No," you answered honestly. "What do you, a 90 something-year-old man, have to offer her? You certainly can't step up and be her father. Your time keeps running out and the last thing I need is for Hazel to have instability. Did you want to be her grandfather? She's already met mine, so do you want to pretend to be Bucky's?"
"So, you're just gonna lie to her and let her think Bucky is her dad?"
Your eyes flash angrily.
"Bucky is her dad. He's the only dad that counts in every way. Do you know how hard it was for me? I was scared shitless, Steve. You can delude yourself into thinking otherwise, but you're unreliable. I couldn't come to you for help," you snap at him. "Do you know who was there every time I was puking my guts out, crying or screaming, or wanted pickles with peanut butter at 2AM? Who do you think was there for every appointment. Who bought fifty parenting and baby books to study religiously? It was Bucky. Even though I knew he was scared too, he was there. So, don't fucking try to make me and Bucky look like the bad guy. You have NOTHING to offer to Hazel."
Steve stood there wide-eyed, guilt crowding over his eyes. Steve doesn't want to say he regrets going back because that would mean a lifetime of regrets he can't get back.
"You're right," Steve said slowly, trying to appease your anger. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. It's not my place to say anything."
Even though Steve says it, he looks over to the little girl squealing in Bucky's arms. He looks at her blonde hair that she clearly got from him and your nose.
He and Peggy had children—children he loved more than anything.
But...the idea of his child with you...that was another reality he missed.
It seems to be that way always for him, Steve thought somberly. He was always missing something. Maybe you had been right about him.
Steve listens as you take a deep breath in and exhale.
"Do you want to meet her?" You offer, and Steve can tell it's difficult for you to say those words.
"If you're okay with it," Steve said slowly.
You nod stiffly. "It's fine as long as you respect my wishes and refrain from telling her you're her bio dad. I want to save that conversation for when she's older and able to understand it more."
You don't say it, but Steve is already thinking how he'll most likely be gone by then.
The two of you begin to walk towards Bucky and Hazel.
"What will you tell her?" Steve asked.
"The truth," you shrug. "That you were the world's greatest hero and you loved her and would've loved to get to know her if you stayed, but you didn't and it wasn't her fault."
"Right, it was mine," Steve felt a sting in the back of his throat.
"I don't think it was anyone's fault," you tell him. "It's just karma, Steve. I wasn't enough for you and now you're not enough for Hazel."
Right, Steve thought somberly as he looked at you in your summer dress. It was different from the sexy red one that used to drive him insane.
It was a calm peace, a show of your motherhood and graceful maturity.
This dress is karma, too.
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Yes, Sir || Remus Lupin
Request: If you’re comfortable writing it could you maybe write a Remus smut where he’s really playing into a size kink and just man handling and throwing you where he wants you? -anon
Word Count: 4410
Notes: Agh! This is my first time writing full fledged smut, I hope you enjoy it. @st0nesnglitter proof read it for me, I couldn’t bring myself to read it again so I attribute all errors to her
Warnings: Smut, degradtion, size kink, thigh riding, sir kink, professor/student relationship, poorly written, openended cop out
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You were lying on your stomach, sprawled along Remus’ king size, four poster bed, face pressed up against a random book you’d plucked from his extensive collection, most of which appeared to have been swiped from the library during his time at Hogwarts. You were sure the book was interesting enough but you could barely focus on it, you’d been waiting for Remus in his bedroom for at least a few hours whilst he was downstairs in his office finishing up grading assignments from his 4th years.
But it was getting late, and you wanted Remmy. Not allowing yourself to talk yourself out of what you were about to do you pushed your body off the plush mattress, not bothering to straighten out the bedding, if things went your way it’d be in vain.
You took a double take as you passed the floor length mirror. Examining your appearance you noticed your hair was mussed from lounging about his bed trying to find a comfortable reading position. Your uniform shirt was rolled up to your elbows with the top couple of buttons undone to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage accompanied by a glimpse of the white lace of your bra. Your skirt had ridden up dangerously high, the white material of your panties peeking out from the hem of the pretty much useless piece of clothing. You’d already abandoned your thigh highs, leaving your legs enticingly bare. A smirk graced your face as you pulled your skirt up even higher before continuing out the door, down the spiral staircase to your boyfriend’s office.
“Remus?” You rapped your knuckles against the heavy oak of the door.
You were met by the deep, honey like voice of your boyfriend, “Come in.”
Pushing the door open you took in the visual of Remus hunched over at his desk, the sleeves of his button up rolled similarly to yours as he ran a calloused hand through his hair. His desk covered in papers, his hand fiddling with his quill as his lips moved silently as he read. He hadn’t realized who was at his door until he lifted his head, scratching one final note onto the paper.
“Puppy?” He quirked an eyebrow, “I thought you were upstairs, are you going back to your dorm already? M’almost done I promise, just a couple left.”
“Not going back, just wanted to see you. Been waiting too long.”
He motioned you over with a crook of his finger, pushing his chair out from the desk, patting his thigh for you to sit on, “There you go Puppy, get comfortable.” His hands found their place on your waist, helping you settle on his thigh, allowing them to wander up and down your sides, squeezing your waist and hips. “Was my Puppy getting impatient, waiting for me upstairs?”
You nodded in response, your breath hitching as his fingers found their way to the waistband of your skirt, “Are these not fitting you anymore Poppet? Do we need to get you new ones?”
“No Sir,” You mewled, shivering as one hand left your waist band, instead finding their way to the hem of the skirt, now resting on the uppermost part of your thighs.
Remus let out a disagreeing hum, resting his chin on your shoulder, looking over your shoulder to watch his fingers play with the material of your skirt. “You sure Puppy? Because I don’t think so, it's not covering anything, anyone could take a look at your pretty little arse in one of these.” He punctuated his remark by bringing his hand down against your thigh, with no skirt to soften the blow you tensed at the impact before he began massaging the sensitive area with the palm of his hand.
“Just came from upstairs Sir, no one saw me,” You reasoned in a pathetic whine causing him to grip your jaw in his hands.
“Did I ask for excuses Bunny?” He spat, turning your visage to face him, his usually bright, sparkling irises now dark, drowned in lust. You whined out, trying and failing to shake your head in his tight grip. “Can’t even answer me? Come on I know you can be a good girl for me, now did I ask for excuses?”
You gulped, “No.”
He tsked, “No who?”
“No Sir,” You corrected yourself, feeling your panties begin to flood at his mocking behavior.
Satisfied, he let go of your face, taking your hand in his so that your palms were pressed together highlighting the length of his fingers as they dwarfed yours. “Good girl, now was that so hard.”
“No, Sir,” You responded obediently.
His lack of response made you nervous, knowing he was plotting something probably devious. You knew you were right when you felt his lips on your neck, planting sloppy, open mouthed kisses on the delicate flesh that resided there. Your attempts to suppress your whimpers were in vain as he sunk his teeth into the side of your neck, leaving purple marks in his wake.
“Such pretty noises,” He murmured and from the sound of his voice you could tell he his lips were pulled into a gentle smile. Your breath hitched as his hands found their way to your thighs, gripping them tightly as he planted a kiss on one of the blossoming bruises on your neck. “Such pretty noises from such a pretty slut.”
You threw your head back onto his shoulder as small waves of pleasure rippled through your body, reveling in the feeling of his hands on your body.
“Alright pup, let’s get up okay?” It took you a second to truly digest his words resulting in him leaving a gentle, but firm tap against your hip to which you scrambled up to obey him, turning so that you were facing him where he was lounging in his chair. You couldn’t help but shift from foot to foot as his eyes roamed your body, taking in each detail of your appearance, grinning like an idiot when he went to the hem of your skirt, which really was useless now, completely bunched up at your waist.
“Can you take your shirt off for me?” He asked in a cloying tone of voice, almost as one would speak to a child when asking them to perform a difficult task.
Enthusiastically nodding your head you started on the button resting right between your cleavage, the work you made in your efforts was miniscule as it took more than a minute for you to undo the top button with your shaky hands and already cloudy mind not assisting in your efforts.
You felt yourself get increasingly frustrated as you failed to get a solid grip on the next button, the plastic evading your struggling fingertips. “You having trouble there bunny?” Remus’ deep baritone sounded from his chair, you lifted your face from staring intently at your shirt to Remus’, his amusement at your being unable to perform such a simple task evident on his face.
“S’not my fault,” You complained, “Buttons are just so fuckin slippery!” You were exasperated, this shouldn’t be taking you this long.
“What was that?” All signs of previous amusement vanished from his voice, nearly taking you out at the knees as your soft, pleading eyes met his. He was fuming and it wasn’t until he spoke next that you realized why. “Did I say you could fucking swear you slut?” His voice was cold as his posture straightened itself out.
“No,” He said, not giving you the opportunity to respond for yourself, “I didn’t. I expected you to be my good little girl, didn’t think that was unreasonable, usually so obedient for me.”
“M’sorry,” You pleaded, your hands continuing to struggle with the small buttons, “Didn’t mean to break the rules Sir, just frustrated.”
“Did I say you could talk at all?” He spat, “No, I didn’t now stop breaking the rules, don’t want you to apologize, just want you to be good for me. Now come over here and let me help you with your shirt, fucking pathetic aren’t you?”
Knowing the question was rhetorical you didn’t bother responding, instead just taking the invitation to inch yourself towards Remus until you were standing between his open legs, your fingers still shaking, not yet having abandoned the buttons you’d failed to undo.
“Your hands are so small,” Remus mused, lifting one of his to pry yours away from the material of your shirt, “How do you even get things done with these little things, oh right,” He tightened his grip on you, “You don’t. Need me to take care of everything for you, can’t even take off your shirt. S’that right baby?”
“Yes Sir,” You murmured.
“Let’s get this off of you,” It took him half the time to undo the rest of the buttons and get the shirt off you that it took you to undo one button. Remus’ pants got considerably tighter taking in your appearance, your breasts clad in his favorite color on you.
“I’d ask you to take off your skirt too but you need my help with that too don’t you puppy?”
You were quick to nod, desperately wanting to be naked as soon as possible knowing that the sooner Remus had access to your cunt the sooner you’d be feeling good.
Opposite to the civil, careful approach he took in ridding you of your shirt, Remus quite literally tore your skirt from your waist, leaving your skin stinging at the aggression of his act. A blush creeped up your neck as your cunt pulsed at his action, watching him inspect the ruined material.
“How can you even wear something this small? It's so small, so short. What does it even cover? I wouldn’t even fit one of my thighs.” Ironically he took the time to carefully fold the skirt and set it on his desk before pulling you even closer to his body by your waist as if you weighed nothing. He splayed his hand out against your lower stomach, frowning as he watched the skin of your belly disappear underneath it.
“So much prettier when I can see my cock inside of it, it's practically half your size puppy.”
“Want your cock Sir, please give me your cock,” You pleaded shamelessly, gripping at his forearms.
“Beg,” He ordered simply and unwaveringly.
Not missing a beat you did exactly as he asked, and you begged, “Please Sir, please give me your cock, I need your cock. Feel so empty without it. Please Sir, make me feel good. I’ve been a good girl I promise.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me would you bunny?”
“No Sir, I would never lie to you.”
“Good,” He nodded approvingly before swiftly pulling you down so that you were on your knees before him, “You look so pretty on your knees, so easy to get you there for me, so obedient,” He murmured affectionately brushing a finger delicately across your cheekbone which already felt warm erupted into flame at his touch.
Wordlessly he started on undoing his belt, the distinct clink of the metal sending shockwaves through your body, your mouth began watering as he undid his zipper, pulling both his trousers and boxers down slowly, allowing his hardening cock to spring out against his stomach.
You began to reach for his cock but quickly stopped yourself, looking up at him, blinking owlishly, “Sir, may I touch your cock?”
“Go ahead Puppy.”
As soon as he granted you permission you were on your calves, kneeling forward to take his cock in your hand which barely wrapped all the way around it, your fingertips only brushing each other as you pumped your hand up and down on his member.
“Maybe your hands are good for something,” Remus growled, “So tiny but they can still pump cock can’t they?” His harsh words were contrasted by his delicate touch as he brushed hair from your perspiring forehead. Then threading his long, slender fingers through your hair they anchored themselves at the back of your head, using his leverage he tilted your head upwards to make eye contact. “You gonna wrap those pretty lips around my cock Princess? Make me feel good?”
Your answer came as you leaned forward, his hand not even needing to guide you into motion. You peaked just the tip of your tongue out between your teeth to kitten lick the head of his cock, lapping over the slit feeling the grip on the back of your head tighten.
“Don’t tease me Puppy,” He warned lowly.
Taking his threat at face value you licked a broad stripe up the underside of his cock, tracing a distinct vein that thrummed under your oral muscle. Breathing in deeply you sucked the tip of his cock in between your lips, looking up at him you saw his eyes clenched closed as he tried to refrain from bucking his hips up into your mouth.
Working the entirety of his cock into your mouth you gagged as he hit the back of your throat, seeing that you were only half way down his now completely engorged member you willed your gag reflex to not get in the way of your mission as you forced him further down your throat. Feeling a few tears run down your face you wrapped your hands around the few inches that you couldn’t quite fit, working them up and down the sensitive, exposed skin.
“Such a good puppy,” He praised, “Taking my cock so far down your throat, can see it bulging in your throat. See,” He reached out, tracing his outline down your neck, “Right there, such a good little thing taking me in your mouth.”
As you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, hollowing your cheeks Remus let out a pornographic moan, god you loved when he was vocal. The sounds of his groans and grunts spurred you on, daring you to take him deeper into your mouth until your nose was finally nestled in his happy trail, brushing against his pubic bone, saliva making a mess of your lower face.
“Gonna cum Puppy, gonna cum down your throat, and you’re gonna swallow it all up for me like a good girl.”
He was right, he was about to cum and you could feel his balls starting to tighten, wanting to get him there you moaned around his cock which was still resting deep in your throat, his movements chafing your vocal cords.
The vibrations of your moan sent Remus over the edge, causing him to buck uncontrollably into your mouth, triggering the gag reflex you’d been able to keep dormant up until then. As he came he let out a string of curses, allowing his head to tip backwards and rest languidly against the back of his chair.
You kept his cock in your mouth, swallowing each strand of cum he shot down your throat until he removed himself from you and letting his dick hang lazily in between his legs as he leaned down, melding his lips with yours.
“Did I make you feel good Sir, did I satisfy you?”
He let out a dry laugh, nodding his head slowly as he already began to recover from his orgasm. “Yes, puppy, made me feel really good.” To your bewilderment he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before turning his chair back towards his desk, leaving you, mouth agape, trying to figure out what to say. He wasn’t really going to leave you like this, was he?
You were too confused to notice the subtle smirk pulling at his lips, he knew exactly what he was doing. He really did want to make you feel good, you’d made him feel so amazing just moments earlier and he wanted to reward you for that. But he was going to make you ask, like the good girl he knew you were.
“Yes, bunny?” He lilted, picking up his quill and dipping it into his pot of ink.
“I-I thought you were going to make me feel good Sir?” You asked, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for release.
“Is that how we ask, bunny?”
“No, Sir, I’m sorry. Please make me feel good,” You corrected yourself.
“That’s better,” He murmured approvingly, pushing his chair back out from his desk where he abandoned his quill, smearing ink on a random paper.
With a flick of his wrist you were getting up off your knees, standing submissively before him, you could now feel your slick on the inside of your thighs.
“Over here Poppet, on my thigh.” He helped you straddle his bare thigh, causing you to gasp at the mere sensation of him between your legs.
“You wanna cum? Then you can cum on my thigh while I finish up these papers, then when I’m done, if you’ve been a good girl I’ll fuck your little pussy.”
“O-okay Sir,” You nodded, beginning to thrust yourself against his thigh, the ridges rubbing deliciously against your soaked clit. It practically killed you as he went back to his work, the sound of his quill scratching against parchment nothing compared to the sound of his grunts as he destroyed your cunt.
Remembering what was promised to you if you were a good girl and got yourself off on his thigh, you got back to work. Dragging your clit up and down his leg, you tortured yourself, not letting you go as fast as you desperately wanted to, knowing you’d get teased for being so needy and desperate.
Throwing your arms around his neck you picked up your pace and feeling pleasure boil in the pit of your belly you tried to suppress a moan, knowing that good girls wouldn’t distract their Sirs while they tried to do work while at the same time letting their sluts get off. But despite your best efforts a soft moan escaped your red, swollen lips.
“Keep quiet slut,” Remus scolded, the sound of quill to parchment not even pausing as he spoke to you, “Or you won’t get your reward.”
It was fate that you managed to remain quiet as you more closely approached your orgasm, you were so close the pleasure boiling in your stomach had you twitching as you shamelessly thrusted into Remus’ thigh, giving up on any pretenses of self control. You reached down to rub at your clit, desperate to tip over the edge of pleasure you were currently tip-toeing, but even while multitasking Remus was still the most observant person you’d ever met. Catching your hand before it ever made its way to your clit he squeezed it harshly.
“You know better than to touch what’s mine without asking Princess, come on slut, get yourself off on my thigh. You’re close, don’t even try to deny it.”
There was no correcting him as your climax washed over you at his command, sinking your teeth into his still clothed shoulder to muffle your scream as waves of pleasure crested through you, leaving you a shaking mess as cunt pulsed around nothing, still painfully empty.
You sighed, throwing your head onto Remus’ shoulder as he finally dropped his quill again and rested his hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly until coming to the clasp of your bra, expertly undoing it with one hand while the other anchored itself in your hair, pulling your head back to look you in the eyes.
“Aw, puppy don’t tell me you’re too fucked out already? Haven’t even given you my cock yet.”
“No, no Sir, m’not done, I can take more, I need more, please.” You begged unabashedly.
That was all Remus needed before hooking his hands underneath your thighs and lifting you up into his arms. Shifting your weight to one arm he used the other to swipe the contents of his desk onto the floor, paying the sound of shattering glass no mind as he dropped you onto the desk. Your clothed bum hitting the unforgiving wood.
“Look at you,” Remus murmured, leaning back to take in your appearance, bare tits on display for him, legs clenched together hiding your closed pussy from his view. Sliding his hands between your closed legs he forced them apart, you putting up no resistance making it an easy feat for the werewolf.
A simper graced his lips, now being able to take in the view of your clit, partially visible through the soaked material of your white panties.
“So wet,” He mocked, reaching out a single finger to gently massage your clit, “So wet and I haven’t even touched you. How pathetic.”
Without warning, just as he did with your skirt, he tore your panties off your body, slightly less impressive now that you’d already seen him do it with much more substantial fabric, but still enough to send another gush of wetness to your cunt.
Lifting your bum up from the desk you allowed him to slip the waste of fabric out from beneath you.
“You want me to fuck your cunt now puppy? You want my cock in you?” He taunted, pumping his hand up and down his cock, appraising your body, smiling as he took in his favorite sight in the world.
“Yes please Sir, need your cock, feel so empty without.”
“Course you do,” Quicker than you could comprehend what was happening Remus had abandoned his cock and instead had flipped you around so that your waist up pressed against the worn wood of the desk. You were forced to support yourself on your forearms as your legs dangled uselessly in the air, toes barely grazing the floor of his office. A chuckle in Remus’ low baritone sounded through the room, “So small your feet can’t even reach the floor, how adorable,” He accentuated his point with a slap to your arse, causing you to jolt forward.
“Sir,” You whined, “Please, I need you.”
“You think this little cunt can take my cock? So small, I might just break it.” He mused, pushing his index finger into you, smiling when your walls clenched around him.
“No Sir, I promise I can take it. I’ve taken it before.”
“That you have Poppet,” He agreed, positioning himself behind you, you gasped, feeling the head of his cock trace your clit before he pushed the entirety of his length into your quivering hole, watching as you greedily sucked in all 9 inches of him.
“Fuck!” You swore, Remus’ rule slipping your mind as you lost yourself in pleasure.
“Don’t be a naughty whore (Y/N),” He warned, “Told you not to swear, didn’t I?” He questioned as he began to thrust into you unforgivingly, gripping your hips to stabilize you on the desk as without it you were uselessly sliding against the desk.
“I’m sorry!” You screamed as pleasure began to overwhelm you, with so little break between your last orgasm and the current ministrations on your pussy you were a whimpering mess.
“You should be,” He growled, leaning over you, bracing himself on his forearms to whisper in your year, “M’so good to you, least you could do is follow my rules. They’re not that strict.”
“They’re not!” You agreed as the new position allowed him to hit a new place inside you, intensifying your pleasure tenfold, if that was even possible at this point.
Gripping your hips and lifting them up slightly Remus increased his bruising pace, the combined sensations of his cock inside of you, his balls slapping against your clit, and you upper body rubbing against the desk had your eyes rolling back in your head as the pleasure began to overwhelm you.
At this point you were being fucked so thoroughly and ruthlessly that your feet weren’t even grazing the floor anymore, instead they were limp, hitting against the front of Remus’ desk as he supported your weight in his hands.
Remus was able to stretch you out like no one ever had before, to the point where pleasure bordered pain and the line between the two blurred to the point where you weren’t even sure if you knew what day of the week it was.
“What a little slut, if anyone came in right now they’d see you getting fucked by your professor,” You moaned at Remus’ filthy words which went directly to your cunt. “You’d like that though, my little exhibitionist.” Another smack to your bum was delivered as Remus lifted your lips even further into the air to reach new depths inside you. “Always so hungry for my cock aren’t you? Can’t go a single day without me filling this cunt of yours, can you?”
Your response was swallowed by a moan as Remus sped up his thrusts as his cock started to twitch inside you, causing you to clench your pussy around him.
“I’m close Sir, may I cum?” You pleaded, your voice shaking with the effort it was taking you to keep your orgasm at bay.
“No,” He commanded through gritted teeth, “You’re not gonna cum until I say you can.”
“Ye-es, Sir.”
Remus growled as his thrusts stuttered, cumming inside you, rope after rope of thick cum painting your walls in his release. He stayed there inside you, leaning over you, your back pressed to his chest until he caught his breath.
Pulling out of you he smiled, watching his cum drip from your cunt, “So pretty,” he murmured pushing a finger inside you and with it his release.
“S-Sir?” You stuttered, not daring to move from your position until he said you could.
“Yes Puppy?”
“I didn’t cum.”
“You think I didn’t notice that? I’m not daft,” He shoved two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out viciously before completely pulling them out of your hole causing a pathetic whimper to escape your lips at the empty feeling that settled in the pit of your stomach where your pleasure still simmered.
“Feel so empty without something in there don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Get yourself up to my bedroom and when I get up there after I finish these last few papers I’ll make you cum over and over again Puppy.” With a light swat to your bum he zipped himself back into his pants but you were too desperate to move. “Now, before I change my mind.”
That got you up off his desk, darting up the stairs to his room where you laid dutifully on his bed, waiting for his arrival.
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Be good — Five Hargreeves.
Requests: “can i get car sex w/five and lots of praise kink tyyyy 💖💖”
“Hi! Could I request smut prompts 11, 22, and 29 as well as fluff 40 for five hargreeves? Ty!”
Smut prompts:
11. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”
22. “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”
29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
Fluff prompts:
40. “Come cuddle.”
A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!
I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.
I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same energy and they prompts connect to a central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.
English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.
Requests are open. Love you ❤️
Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.
Warnings: explicit smut, degradation, dirty talk, bad words, fluff.
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Part of Five thought it was absurd to feel this way, so wrong. You were young, so young, with an adventurous face in your 20s and bright eyes. Full of life and with such a loose spirit. You had that cool breeze with a free soul, a bright smile and, holy mother of God, you had a body that would be the reason why he would be banished from paradise.
There was something about your youthful innocence that clenched Five's teeth, that made him clench fists to control the urges to touch you at any time. This irritated him deeply.
You were so... so... sweet.
So fucking sweet. From your summer dresses, your delicate mouth, doe eyes and silky hair. You looked like a fucking princess and Five wanted to destroy you for that. You didn't look real. It looked like it came out of a fairy tale and it hit something very deep in Five. Oh, he was burning in a very dangerous fire.
Worst of all, you always knew what you were doing with him. And the way you pretend you don't make him even more angry.
Five remembers the exact moment when he threw in the towel, stopped fighting that insane desire and kissed you as if you were the last glass of water in the desert. And all of this was caused by a trigger so simple, ridiculous to be honest.
He gave up control one afternoon, when you were playing cards with Klaus in the living room, you had just won and got up, saying that you were going to get your phone that you were carrying in another room.
“It's hard to try to be mad at her, she's so cute.” Klaus said to Five, making a gesture in the air that represented pinching your cheeks.
If Five's mood hadn't been bad before, it was bad now. He rolled his eyes, hiding the expression on lips when he took a sip of coffee.
“You should learn from her, who knows" Klaus shrugged “She is so nice and you are... well, you are you.” Klaus pointed to Five's entire body, in a teasing of brother.
The deadly look that Five gave his brother made Klaus laugh even more. God, he was an idiot!
“Doesn't she look like those little movie fairies?”
“Is annoying.” Five rolled his eyes.
“It’s cute.” Klaus defended you “But you know, I think it's just superficial.”
That caught Five's attention, and Klaus realized and started to explain.
“She told me that she likes some more ... crude things, if you know what I mean.” Oh, Five understood “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”
So Five was shipwrecked by Images of you. Tied to the bed, in white lingerie, your lips swollen from using that princess mouth of for something else. The giant wave invaded he mind like a ball of destruction, demolishing the entire barrier of self-control he had struggled to build. Brick by brick.
Five wanted to erase those images from his head, to exclude any universe in which you were on all fours for him, begging for more, with that fucking cute voice of yours.
But no matter how hard he tried, Klaus' words brought endless malicious situations that did not come out of Five’s mind.
So that's when he gave up. It was ridiculous to be controlling yourself like a puritan, like a stupid little boy who didn't know what to do.
And Five knew exactly what wanted to do to you.
Then, that afternoon, he disappeared in front of Klaus in the blue flash and reappeared in the room you were in. You must have said something, but Five didn't hear it, or didn't want to hear it. He just walked up to you, put his hands on your waist and kissed you with all the desire that the world had.
He barely touched you and you were already a modeling clay in he hands, sighing with strong touches, with raw kisses, purring like a kitten.
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive." Five whispered against your mouth before he kissed you again.
Five Hargreeves thought that fucking you once would placate that sickly fire that was inside him. But it didn't placate, in fact, it was like pouring gasoline on the fire.
Everything inside him became wilder, more hungry, needy. And that was why he was there, fucking you hard in the car, on an abandoned street.
You moaned loudly, the top of your little red summer dress lowered, exposing your breasts that bounced as you slipped on Five's lap. The air was caustic and pungent, the two of you gasped, sighed, let out toxic and broken moans.
Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end in that second, and Five did not have the strength to squeeze your hips, pulling you down and up with brutality, pushing him dick deeper into you with every bounce you gave.
“So fucking tight!” He snarled, lowering his left hand to your ass, lifting the fabric of the dress and slapping you.
You contained the cry, pressing your lips against him neck, the tears already burning in your eyes. Five don't slow down the ruthless pace, fucking you with the fury of an animal, as if I've never fucked you before.
“Such a good pussy!” He hand let go of your skin to wrap his fingers in your hair on the back of neck, pulling your face into his, making you receive the moans against your mouth. “I can't get enough of eating you! Good fucking slut!”
You could see the anger, desire, lust and wildness in he eyes. Five wanted to destroy you and, god, you loved it. You let go of that innocent and mysterious smile that left him even more out of control, and Five slapped you down again, but now on your left cheek.
“Don't look like that to me!” He pulled your chin up at him "Otherwise, you're going to get out of here without being able to walk right!"
But it was logical that you did not hear. Truth be told, you were a fucking tease. You liked the game, the hunt, the adrenaline. You liked to play with fire, and Five Hargreeves was not just a flame, but the entire fire.
“Do... do what D-daddy?” You used your best voice, seeing he anger and lust spilling out of he green eyes.
Then you gave that smile again, more neat, more painful and more innocent, and Five snarled like a wild animal that has just come out of captivity. He immediately took you off his lap, taking he dick out of you.
“Go to the fucking backseat. Now!”
You obeyed, going to the backseat and placing yourself on all fours, resting your chest on the seat while lifting your hips.
“You already know how to stand. You are is a little slut, really!” Then a loud slap came on your ass, and you bit your palm to keep from screaming.
“D...Daddy!” You whined.
Five pinned your hair up in a ponytail with he hand, pulling your body back until it was glued and glued to his.
"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg." He snarled in your ear, the hot temperature of he dick an inch from your needy center.
“Please!” You cried “I'm go to be b-good! I promise, daddy!”
“Beg!” One more slap.
“Please!” You rummaged your hips, trying to make any contact. “Please!”
Then Five entered you. Strong, rough, badly and aggressive. He barely gave you time to moan before he started hitting your fragile walls, flooding your eyes with tears that flowed. It was too much stimulation, too much strength, too much desire that made your body want to scream. You and Five had a security password, but you were too horny to want to use it because of the pain.
“So fucking good tis pussy!” Five kept his hand firmly in your hair and the other on your hips, pulling you to his dick. “You have to be a desperate slut to give it to me in the car, don't you?” another slap “Such a needy little slut.”
“Yes, d-daddy!”
Then he continued, relentless. You turned your face to see him, and that was even more of a discharge of electricity between your legs.
Five's coal-black hair was sweaty, clinging to his forehead, with a few droplets running down his firm face. He was without a suit, his shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up, exposing his vein-streaked arms, marking the white skin that was covered with a layer of sweat mist.
His green eyes contained all the wildness, fury and lust in the world. He looked like an angry young god. And that took you to the apex.
Five let out a short, husky, sneering laugh at how fast you always came for him, and he increased his movements until he poured the hot liquid as deep as possible into you.
“Your pussy is so good.” He whispered in your ear, slowing you two heartbeat with a few kisses on your shoulder.
Five pulled the suit that was lying on the floor of the car, placing it under you and turning you on top of the cloth, so that the cum dripped on the suit instead of the seat. He watched in lust as the cum poured out of you.
Five pulled the air against his teeth, not controlling himself and leaning towards you, sticking your lips together in an angry kiss.
“You are so hot." You smirked at his comment.
“Where were we even going?” You laughed.
"Home."
You loved how he used the word "home" with you. As if it were the home of the two of you.
“Take a shower and have dinner?” Five nodded, removing a lock of his hair from his face. "And after... we are come cuddle?”
He laughed, shrugging and sticking his lips to yours again.
“If that is going to make you stop talking. Of course, dear.” He grunted playfully on your lips, and you laughed.
God, you loved that man.
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Teaming Up with Sam and Bucky ft Zemo
Pairing: FEM!Reader; Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader; platonic(?), let’s throw in some Zemo x reader
Summary: What it would be like to team up with our favorite duo. Takes place during TFATWS.
Warnings: none, TFATWS SPOILERS. Lowkey a mess :D
A/n: Ever since TFATWS came out I’ve been reminded of how much I love Bucky and Sam. Also I have a new found love for Zemo. I’ve just been so obsessed with this series and I’ve been reading so many fics about it, so I decided to finally write my own :) Enjoy my loves❤️
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You’re basically working with a bunch of children.
The children mostly being Sam and Bucky, though Zemo does have his moments once he joins you three.
You’ve known dumb and dumber for a few years now, being part of the Avengers, you’ve worked with Sam on multiple missions. The friendship blooming somewhere in between.
You were also close friends with Steve; when he first came out the ice, you were assigned to help him adjust to the modern world by Fury. He would tell you a bunch of stories of him and Bucky running into trouble or Bucky always saving his ass whenever he was getting beaten up.
Eventually, you finally got to meet Bucky, though he wasn’t Bucky, he was the Winter Soldier. Your introduction to each other was quite memorable to say the least.
He choked you with that metal arm of his and for a split second you swore you might’ve found it attractive—till he threw your body against a car.
You sided with Cap during the accords and helped him protect Bucky. When that whole mess was over, Steve asked you to stay with Bucky in Wakanda to make sure he would be safe.
You were the first person to have some kind of bond with Bucky. Before and after he was freed from Hydra’s hold on him, you were always someone he knew he could trust.
When Steve told you what he was going to do while retuning the stones he told you to watch over them.
“Promise me you’ll keep an eye on Buck and Sam?” He asked you, sitting on the edge of your bed. He had snuck into your room late at night, knowing you were wide awake.
You squeezed his hand reassuringly, a lazy smile on your lips, “They don’t need me, I’m sure they’re capable of surviving on their own.” Steve breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, “You’d be surprised.”
“But seriously, (y/n), they need you. You know how they get when they’re together. You’re the only person in the world who knows how to deal with the both of them at the same time.” Steve reasons, his baby blues sparkling in the darkness of the guest room of Tony’s lake house.
“Make sure they’re not on the verge of killing each other or running into too much trouble?” You tiredly nod, sleep slowly consuming your body. “I promise, they’re gonna be alright, Steve.”
Sometimes you found yourself looking up at the sky, cursing at it—or Steve—for leaving you with two of the most childish and stubborn men you’ve ever known in your life.
You were like the mother of the group; breaking up fights, making sure they skipped no meals, patching up their boo-boos, etc.
“Will you stop staring at me?” Sam snapped, tossing his goggles onto the seat beside him to glare at Bucky.
“I’m not staring at you.” Bucky remarked from across Sam. His flesh and metal arm crossing with each other as he stared at Sam challengingly.
“Yes, you are. Your eyes are connecting with mine. You’re literally staring at me right now!” Sam pointed out, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at.
“Because I’m talking to you, genius. I wasn’t staring at you.” Bucky quipped.
“Yes you were!”
“No I wasn’t!”
This continued till they were sick of bickering with each other, finally yelling out your name for help.
The arguments were straight up petty. Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he was the pettiest.
Exhibit 1: “LoOKiNG StrONg jOHn!”
Like seriously? Bucky’s the pettiest bitch, nobody can tell me otherwise.
You and Sam would definitely find it amusing how Bucky doesn’t trust Redwing.
Obviously, you all despise John Walker. Just the thought of him left a bad taste in your mouth.
He was like a fly that you all couldn’t get rid of. But because you were all painfully patient people—mostly you and Sam—you had to deal with his bullshit despite the way he annoyed you all.
Totally loosing your shit when Bucky helps Zemo break himself out of prison.
“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” You groaned, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose together.
Bucky looks at you with feign innocence; his mouth agape and puppy eyes. “I—didn’t do...anything(?).”
“You helped Zemo break out of prison didn’t you?” You crossed your arms at him, hip jutting out. As if on cue, Sokovian sugar daddy walks into the abandoned garage you were all in.
Before you can explode on him, Bucky tried to calm you down, “Wait, I technically didn’t do anything though! It was his plan!”
Zemo definitely lives up to being the ✨Sokovian Sugar Daddy✨ of your dysfunctional group.
I think you’d all be surprised at how rich he was. The amount of connections he had wasn’t that big of a shocker.
No like seriously, homie was pulling all sorts of shit out his ass; cars, private planes, houses in different countries, etc.
You all had a love hate relationship with Zemo. On days when he was actually helpful, you all got a long. On the days when things got horribly messy, Zemo couldn’t even let a word out since Sam would tell him to “shut up”.
Though that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he got the Avengers to spilt up and go against each other.
When you guys are all hiding out in one of Zemo’s apartments or homes, you would probably cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner for everyone.
They actually loved it when you cooked because it made the atmosphere feel a bit homey and calm compared to the current situation you were all in.
You were the person they can all go to. You were easy to talk to, making it easier for them to open up to you.
You always checked in on them mentally and physically. For example, you knew Sam felt guilty about giving up the shield, but Bucky never made him forget about his choice. You were there to reassure him that he thought he was doing the right thing and didn’t know the hidden agenda of the government.
You were like their on the go therapist, babysitter, and partner.
Sometimes Bucky and Sam would even argue for your attention.
“Can you stop hogging (y/n) please? Her ears might fall off from hearing you yap all day.” Bucky said as he gently took your arm and dragged you away from Sam.
“You literally spent the whole day with her yesterday, you’re the one who needs to stop hogging (y/n).” Sam argued, grabbing onto your other arm.
“I didn’t get to spend time with (y/n).” Zemo mentioned from his seat in the kitchen, a glass of whisky in his hand. Bucky simply turned to him and pointed, “NO!”
Honestly what’s a friendship with Bucky and Sam without some harmless flirting. They weren’t gonna lie, you were gorgeous, the most attractive one out of the group.
When you guys had to go undercover at Madripoor, both times with Zemo and Sharon, you had to wear dresses that were a bit revealing. Maybe your chest was a bit shown, but the dress definitely showed off your legs.
“So what do you guys think?” You stopped at the bottom of the stairs of Sharon’s apartment, doing a little spin to show off your outfit.
Both Bucky and Sam’s jaws drop, Zemo probably nodding in approval in the corner.
You can’t forget about the nicknames: maybe doll, sweetheart, or darlin’ from Bucky and the typical Louisiana Cher from Sammy.
While fighting against the Flag Smashers or anyone in general, you guys always had each other’s back.
You could directly be fighting someone, but you’ll naturally have an eye on Sam and Bucky to make sure nobody was sneaking up on them.
It’s a given that you all patch each other up after some fight.
You were all very protective of each other. If there’s one thing Sam and Bucky can agree on, it’s their instinct to protect you.
Like how you kept an eye on them, they also kept their eyes on you. Even though they knew you could hold your own.
“Could you walk?” Sam asked you as you laid on the concrete floor. You were double teamed by a couple of Flag Smashers. Two super soldiers against a normal person, you totally got your ass handed to you.
You pushed yourself up to rest on your elbows, “I’m fine, just got dropped kicked twice, but I’ll be fine.”
Sam smiled at you, “That’s my girl.”
Though the two can be a handful and argue almost every minute, you loved the both of them tremendously. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Very likely we’ll have to put one of my two cats down in the not the one we expected (both are past their prime but this one didn’t have chronic health issues besides old age).
It’s been very sudden. I spotted the jaundice last Friday, on Monday got a 1 week prognosis before he’ll be in deep discomfort from no longer eating, unless we did a hugely expensive operation with a 50/50 chance of survival and he’d be hospitalized too. He absolutely hates vets and would be so traumatized, he has to be sedated for basic checkups. Even if everything succeeded he’d have to endure months of painful recovery. And I could never forgive myself if he passed in the hospital that he hates so much, which would be a distinct possibility even if we threw every resource at saving him.
So we made the decision to take him home, cuddle him and love him for a few days them have him peacefully laid to rest at home. We just haven’t worked out the day yet but tomorrow or the day after seems likely. It’s hard though because there’s always hope of a miraculous turn around if we just wait (completely unlikely at his age of 15+ according to the vet) but waiting too long could mean he’s in more pain. He’s already mostly given up eating, had trouble holding down water today and he’s up in the attic hiding now (I made him comfy with some bedding) which has not been a usual spot for him so I think it really is a sign of end of life “hiding” that cats do. He’s usually so energetic (and evil and spiteful to everyone but us lol) that it’s hard to believe this could happen so suddenly. But maybe in retrospect that will be a blessing that the deterioration was so quick.
I ordered an urn off Etsy shaped like a sleeping cat that an artist will customize to look like him. I was thinking of putting it in the garden as a memorial. Right now though that’s so hard to think about because he’s still alive we just have to pick the day for the procedure with all the aforementioned circumstances and the pendulum of doubt of wait or don’t wait. Right now I’m in an upswing of “don’t wait”. He’s lethargic but relaxed and hiding is a clear sign that a cat is ready for what’s coming. But sometimes when he manages to eat a little food I have this little surge of hope.
Mostly I’m just cuddling and indulging him today. I think I’m working towards being at peace with the decision. It’s going to be so strange not having him around though. He’s a mean little bastard to everyone but me and my partner, an absolute hellion, but lately he’s been my cuddly shadow. He really had a great couple of years with quarantine since I’m fortunate enough to work from home. (He would HOWL if I left the house for even a few minutes!) There’s been some other signs of old age, like him doing his sad howling that he’s been abandoned when we were in the next room because he lost track of us. He also doesn’t seem to hear or see as well. It’s hard to tell with cats but he was definitely slowing down (though still filled with rage or spite towards the rest of the world in general).
Anyway. My heart is breaking for him right now but intellectually I think there’s no other choice that isn’t deeply selfish and causing him to more pain. The pendulum of doubts keeps swinging but really we’re in the final hours and just need to make a decision.
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Hi! Can I request how Team Bucciarati would react to getting a new team member who doesn’t have a stand, but has the power to morph like in the book series Animorphs? They can communicate in morph by thought-speak, any wounds can be healed by morphing and demorphing, they have to avoid being in morph for more than two hours or they’d be stuck, and when first morphing they need to control the instincts of the animal brain. Morphing is also a kind of disgusting thing to watch, especially when morphing a insect, it takes a couple minutes to fully morph and demorph. That should be all the rules of morphing. Thank you!
Yes you can!! I really loved this concept, and I hope you like how it turned out :)
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Team Bucciarati & morphing!reader
You were running through the streets of Naples, looking for food or money to steal, just enough to get through the week. Scampering down an alleyway you see a man walking by in a nice suit. It was white with little black details on it; you knew you struck gold.
You followed close behind him, waiting for a moment to get into his back pocket and steal his wallet, but he must have noticed your presence somehow. The man looked over his shoulder, and you panicked. You ran off ahead of him hoping he'd think you were just some rat.
It worked for a moment until he noticed you started moving after he kept walking. Thinking you had lost him you retreated into the nearest alley, but seconds later you saw the man appear out of the ground. You squeaked in terror, but before you could run the man picked you up.
You wriggled and shouted, scared for your life. "Wait— please don't hurt me!"
The man heard your tiny voice as clear as day in his head and gasped in surprise.
"Did you just...talk to me," He asked. "What are you."
The man flipped his hand over, allowing you to rest comfortably in his palm.
"That's a long story; all you need to know is I'm a human, kind of, so please don't kill me."
"I won't kill you, but why were you following me?" He asked.
You panicked, you've never been caught before, and you were a terrible liar. You stammered for a second before giving up and telling the truth.
"I, uh, I was trying to steal your wallet." You confessed.
The man's brows furrowed, "But why?" He asked.
"I gotta eat somehow." You shrugged.
In that moment he realized you probably lived on the streets.
Suddenly, searing pain filled your hand, and you realized your time was up.
"Um, sorry, but can you put me down now?" Your voice was now frantic.
"What's wrong?" The fact the man asked a question instead of doing what you asked irritated you.
"My time is up, I can talk to you in a minute or two, just put me down!"
With that the man lowered you to the ground, and you scampered away somewhere with no people. After a few excruciating minutes you were back in your human form, and when you turned the corner you didn't expect the man to still be there.
"Why are you still here?"
"I had a few questions."
The man told you his name was Bruno Bucciarati and asked why it was you lived on the street. You told him that your parents abandoned you as a baby because when you first cried in your mother's arms you morphed into a dog.
At the time you couldn't control your power, and the transformation process was gross. Skin fused together to create the hind legs of a dog and hair grew on every part of your originally hairless body. Your mother was convinced she had birthed a demon, and out fear of you threw you out on the street.
Your power was the only reason you survived. Whatever you needed to survive there was some life form your could become to save you until you were old enough to help yourself. However, you could only remain in this state for two hours, and you could only morph two times in one day.
"So, you've been all alone your whole life?" Bruno's voice was filled with pity.
"Well, yeah, but I manage."
Bruno thought to himself for a moment. This wasn't any way for someone to live, if you could call it that, and he couldn't live with himself if he knew you survived like this each day.
"What if you didn't have to survive anymore, what if you got the chance to live?" Bruno gave a gentle smile.
You raised a brow. "What?"
"I have a home on the outskirts of the city that you would be welcomed to." He explained.
Now you were even more confused. You just admitted to trying to steal this guy's wallet, and now he was offering you his home.
"Are you serious?" You asked.
All Bruno did was smile and laugh to himself. "Of course, come on."
Reluctantly, you followed Bruno. That day was the start of the best life you would ever have.
Bruno introduced you to his team: Abbacchio, Mista, Narancia, Fugo, Giorno, and Trish. They were all interesting but very nice.
"Wait, so, what's this morphing power?" Narancia asked.
You laughed. "Well, I think it's better if I just show you."
You stepped away for a moment and decided the animal you would become would be a crow. Transforming into an animal was also painful, but it would quickly subside once fully morphed. Morphing would even heal wounds if the animal was smaller than yourself. The only real challenge was fighting the instincts of the animal.
After a while you flew back to the team and perched yourself on Abbacchio's shoulder.
"I think I just perfected your aesthetic." You said.
They all looked at you in amazement, even Abbacchio.
"That is so cool!" Mista yelled.
You fit right into the familia, they loved you, and you loved them.
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Salsa Lessons
Summary: Let's take a break... to go on vacation. Since Taika is a snowflake and can't handle the cold, take a trip down south to Puerto Rico!
Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader
Warnings: SMUT-- oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dom Taika, a little bit of degradation, swearing, alcohol, (slight) public sex. 18+ ;)
A/N: One last baecation before I disappear again, and I know this'll be good. I KNOW THIS IS LATE. Like... late LATE. Forgive me.
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"MY FACE IS ON FIRE!" Taika was panting and fanning his burning cheeks. The moms running the stand you both went to were cackling at him.
It had been a day since you both landed in Puerto Rico, and after sleeping off the jet lag and trying some of the fine dining, the first thing to do was explore the city, San Juan, from start to finish. Coincidentally, you both walked right into the outdoor market area, where fresh produce was being bought and sold everywhere. That's when Taika, the jackass, got ballsy and decided to try a pepper from one of the stands. He had been warned.
Oh well... guess you can see how that went.
To make up for the commotion caused, you bought a pineapple and a papaya from the same stand, as well as a couple of exquisitely bottled cokes. Taika was consoled, given a bit of coconut milk, and sent right back down the boardwalk. That was the first and last time he tried a freebie from a pepper stand. He was complaining about how his tongue felt (you would have thought that might make him get a little quieter and talk less), and he didn't stop until half of his bottled soda was gone. He sort of forgot about the pain after that and started looking for souvenirs.
You began your walk with him at eight in the morning, sharp. It was near noon by the time you were finished, and Taika had two big bags of fruits and veggies, exotic jewelry, tour maps, and trinkets. You were starving, and, more than once, tried to steal a kiwi from his bags but he would always manage to catch you and slap your hand away.
"They're for later!" He'd say that or make up a different excuse each time.
Taika wasn't neglectful of your hunger, in the end. He took you to a nearby restaurant after doing some searching on his phone and dropping the bags off back at the hotel room.
The restaurant was quaint, but vibrant at the same time. There were colors, dancers, and live music played on a little wooden stage just meters away. Ordering was fine, but it took some time for Taika.
"I've never seen so many things with pineapple in it! And it's not pizza, so it's bound to be good!" He seemed so excited for the food. It made you happy, but you eventually had to pick for him since the waiter was getting tired of actually having to wait.
"I have something special planned for tonight!" Taika exclaimed, the alcoholic drink of his choice being waved around in his hand. You were already reaching for the napkins, afraid he was going to spill something.
So now he tells you...
"Should I be concerned?" your first question came out with ease.
"Honey, if it's anything with me, you should always be concerned," he was smug, but the look on your face told him he needed to fix his wording. "BUT! Uhm... No, no you shouldn't be concerned about where I'm taking you. It's going to be a blast, I promise!"
"Better not be lying, Taik," you warned, and he just started to grin. That made you nervous, but you put the feeling on hold when the food came out.
Two bowls of Asopao de Pollo were placed in front of you and Taika, and they were devoured briefly in the span of thirty minutes. Extra time was added because Taika decided to add hot sauce to his. 'It's to add a kick,' he said. Yeah, whatever.
The rest of the afternoon was spent snacking, and checking out the more historical side of Puerto Rico. Abandoned forts, old canons, battle fields, you name it. It was truly a blast, even when Taika became cocky around one of the forts you visited.
It was at the Sitio Histórico de San Juan when things got... touchy. You were with a group of people, and you and Taika decided to linger around the back so if something interesting was spotted, you wouldn't have to move immediately. Little did you know, Taika was devising a, "ditch the tour guide and go make out somewhere," kind of plan.
Much to your demise, and to your pleasure, the plan worked. The tour guide hardly noticed the two of you disappear down an unknown corridor and push yourselves deep into a dark corner.
The smell was wet, ancient, and dank. Taika had you pressed up against one of the concrete walls while his hands worked their magic, lifting up the hem of your shirt and immediately grasping for your bra. You let him squeeze and grip through the fabric of it and press his body so close to yours, the waistband of his shorts was rubbing a red line across the skin of your stomach.
Your legs trembled while you completely forgot about the tour itself and your fingers started to run through his curly hair. Taika's thigh was moving to be between both of yours and he started to slowly rub the top of his against your clothed cunt. Slowly. Achingly slow.
Whimpers of his name and the sound of your tongue mixing echoed along the dank walls, and whimpers turned to moans, and moans turned into garbled sentences when his hand sunk into your underwear and sought out your clit. You tried to warn him, this was a bad idea. You could be noticed missing from the group and people could come looking for you. There could be papz right around the corner, needing a good look for a filthy headline. He didn't stop, though. He started rubbing faster, playing with you like you were some toy.
You knew he wouldn't give you anything but his fingers. Yet. Taika waited and waited, getting you closer on just clit stimulation, but just as you reached your brink, he started to pull his hand away. Dazed and confused, you looked up, your chest shaking from all the heavy breathing you had been doing. Your hands were grasping at his shirt, damn near begging to have just the tiniest bit more, but the look on his face said it all. Even through the darkness of the corridor.
"What the fuck, dude? I was so close!" You hissed at him. All he did was click his tongue and say:
"That's for later too."
The rest of the tour was dreadful to you. It was long, and hot, and dank while you found your way back to the group. Taika was nonchalantly following just a ways behind you while you consistently traveled in circles or down a corridor and through the next. As if he knew you were getting yourself lost, he eventually stepped in, and lead you back towards the entrance of the fort, where your tour group had huddled together for the last destination and for the tour guide to say goodbye. Oh well, at least you got to take in some historical views.
After one more cramped trolley ride back to the hotel later, you were utterly exhausted, but you knew your night wasn't over yet. Taika still had something planned, and it must have been on the spot this morning too. If he had planned it any further back, he would have blabbed it all out to you by now. You laid on your bed while you could, right on your stomach with your face buried into the pillow, trying to let your heavy eyes fall closed for a second, but the moment you did, you felt a large hand smack you right on the ass.
You flipped over, mad as a hornet when you looked up at Taika. You hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.
He had dressed himself up in all black. Black button up, tucked into his black pants and pressed firm with a black belt. He looked like one of those pit musicians you'd see when you go to really good musicals with live orchestras.
"Dirty Dancing cosplay, ooor?" you nipped at him and he rolled his eyes.
"Ha ha, you're funny," the sarcasm dripped from him. He then threw a piece of (also black) clothing on. "Put that on."
The reluctance was real, but you followed his orders anyway, grumbling and griping your way through. Turns out it was a dress. A short one, at that, only going down to be just half way down your thighs, but it was comfortable enough. Luckily you had a pair of flats with a slight heel in your bag to pair with it. You had no idea where you were going with him, but you were not about to walk there in heels.
Taika was giving you "the eyes" as you walked out of the bathroom, admittedly messing with the hem of your dress to try and bring it down lower. As a result, came more cleavage that you would have liked, but oh well. At least Taika enjoyed the view.
He took the grocery bags in his hands and in the crook of his arms, and like that, it was time to go.
"We'll be late if we don't rush!" he hurried you. You knew that was just a big fat lie, and he was excited to get to wherever you were going, but you played along for as long as you could.
Taika made you go down the boardwalk again, through flourishes of people while the bags in his arms still jostled from side to side. Eventually, you stopped, just outside of a well lit building, and he took you inside.
He stepped up to a desk, signed something, and set all of the groceries down on the desk. While he did those things, you had a look around. To your left, deeper into the building and with dimmer lighting, there were tables and chairs set up. Almost all of the tables were meant for two, or for four. Before you could investigate further, Taika was back to leading you around, through a few more doors, which opened up to a big ballroom.
A few more people were waiting there, dressed almost in the same fashion as you or even a bit more flamboyantly, and obviously coupled up. Taika wrapped his arm around your waist and made you jolt.
"Care to dance?" he mused quietly and you gulped. You've got to be fucking kidding.
"You're joking," you murmured, but he wasn't, because he took you right over to the group of other couples and started conversing with them while you started to freak out quietly.
Honestly, you had never been the greatest dancer on earth. Sure, you could cut a rug from time to time, but that was in the privacy of your own home or at Taika's place if he happened to pick out a really good song worth dancing to. You knew Taika loved to see you dance, he loved to dance with you most of all, but you both never got into anything fancy.
Now was the time.
Soon, your instructors announced themselves, and the room fell mute while they introduced themselves in their very heavy Spanish accents. You stuck to Taika's side most of the time, even as the mood was set and stone. You would be learning to salsa dance. But what did this have to do with the food? You'd find out later.
To put it simply, things got... touchy. Of course, the one and only Waititi was the one touching you, wrapping his big, strong hands around your hips and making them sway back and forth, but it was personal at some point. His hips were pushed against yours most of the time, and that awakened a more primal sense.
Once the dance had been established, the lavish music and the glow of sweat and cologne heightened your senses, and the lights began to dim or flash with lavish pinks, purples, reds, yellows, and greens. You got lost in the feeling as Taika set his hands on your hips again, his warm palms making your legs ache to feel his skin touch yours. Your back was against his chest while the footwork got complicated. Focused, yet mystical.
All the couples around you, doing the same moves as you, turned to blurry blobs, and your breathing got heavier as the pace of the music piece got faster and faster. Taika's breath drew across your ear, and made you shudder. It nearly knocked you out of focus, because you bumped your hips backwards, and pushed your ass against his hips. Like a chain reaction, you felt his hands squeeze your hips a little more than he was supposed to. So, you bumped your hips back against his again, and suddenly you were whipped around by his hands, and pulled flat against his chest.
The bodies around you still writhed and moved with beauty and grace, then there was you and Taika... in the very middle of the dancefloor while a small hard on pressed against the side of your thigh. He was looking down at you, and through the darkness, just like in the corridor, you could see his expression. It was a look of want. Need.
Before anything could be done, however, the lights flashed back on, and the song had finished. Only you and Taika were out of position. The instructors paid no mind. They just clapped, as well as everyone else. Taika removed his hands from you, but made sure you were close enough to hide the little bump in his pants. You hoped there was nothing other than this, because now you really wanted to get back to the hotel room.
The couples started filing out of the room, back to where the tables and chairs were, and Taika kept you in front of him the entire time, pressed almost a little too closely to him.
"Mr. Waititi," a waitress called to him from the kitchen as you met the front desk again. "Your food has been prepared."
Taika looked at the waitress, then to you. He was debating something. You knew what, but you'd let him figure this out for himself. He was the one with the more visible problem.
"Awesome," Taika sighed, then looked down at you. "Join me for a bite real fast?" He said it through almost gritted teeth. Reluctantly... you agreed.
If it was worth it, that's for you to decide. This place had taken the groceries you bought, fruits and veggies, and made a beautiful dinner with mango kiwi sangria. With the time the lessons had taken, the chefs in the kitchen had made the perfect meal. They had even thrown in a few extra elements like chorizo and perfectly cooked rice dishes. As much as you loved the food, you couldn't forget about the need between your legs. And it was obvious Taika couldnt simply forget about his.
You would watch him squirm in his seat while he sipped on his drink, or you would find him staring at you a little more than usual, and little more intensely with each second. His eyes would gloss over, and his breathing would slow, but he'd snap out of it, only when you said something to him, or a server came out of nowhere to check on both of your meals.
Even if the dinner wasn't as romantic (although more sexually charged than you expected), you still had a fantastic time. As soon as Taika finished his dish, he paid the check and was quick to dash out the door with you at his side. Sure, you managed to have enough time to pack up what was left of your food for later, but that hardly deterred Taika's speed and agility.
The walk back to the hotel room went by faster than you thought. The crowds had started to dwindle, and lights began to dim, because all of the shops and side markets had finally closed down after a long day of work. There was just enough darkness to cover the fact that Taika had his hands all over you. All the way to your room.
The moment you touch the door handle, the frenzy began.
He closed the door with his foot, and with both hands, he grabbed your hips and slammed you against the nearest wall he could find. His lips breathed over yours, whispering dirty praises and hot needs, and his hands reached down to pull up your dress to bunch it around your waist. His hand reached between your thighs, and cupped your wet panties, just over your folds. He started to stroke it, while his lips teased over yours, never kissing you, but needing you.
His strong fingers prodded through the fabric, seeking and searching like he had done with you in the corridor of the filthy base. Filthy actions in filthy places.
You moaned for him, but he seemed busy. He continued to bunch up your dress until your stomach was exposed to him. His parched lips drug themselves down your collarbone, again, avoiding your lips, while your hand shot up into his curly hair.
"Fuck, baby," he muttered, opening his dirty mouth just to use his teeth on you. He bit down on your skin, making a hiss seethe from you through your clenched jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful... making my dick so fucking hard."
You watched him kneel, the position making his pants crumple up, but the bulge in his black pants remained as prominent as ever. His nose brushed over your stomach, and you could feel his tongue prop out softly and hover over the hem of your underwear, just as well as his teeth hooking into them. Your thighs spread on their own, and he started to pull your underwear downwards.
He could see the glisten on your clit and the need drip down your thighs. His tongue poked out again, and you felt it slide across your inner thigh. It crept higher and higher,
He placed sloppy kisses along the soft flesh. The kind of kiss that you could hear. The smack and the pop from the wetness and eagerness to taste more of you and take more of you in. He needed that, and he only got more of it as he neared your core.
"Such a wet fuckin pussy, baby," he groaned and placed his tongue along the lips of your folds. His tongue drug itself along the slit, and dipped in to be right on your aching clit. He swiped his tongue back down, pushing it along your hole. Your legs began to tremble, and he began to dig in like the meal you had gotten at the restaurant only whet his appetite.
He took you seriously this time. The rough pads of his finger nimbly drifting along your hips, tracing every mark, every bump, and every hair, because he wanted to memorize this feeling. He also wanted you to remember these exact moments, when he ate your pussy out on the exotic islands of Puerto Rico.
You gripped his hair so tight, but that only pushed him further into your cunt. His nose swiped along, to add flavor to the sensation. His face, most certainly, would be dripping with you by the end of the night.
How long this went on for? You didn't know. You also didn't know it his goal was to disturb your neighbors, because you got pretty fucking for him at some point. He didn't stop until he was satisfied, and you didn't bother keeping track of how many times you had cum on his tongue. You knew he loved the taste. He loved your taste.
Eventually, you both made it back to the bed for once, after one or two earth shattering orgasms. Thighs shaking, breaths colliding, and tongues twisting. His lips touched yours and your mouth was immediately drenched in your own taste, mixed with his.
He got you out of your dress. You stripped him of his clothes. Skin met skin, and it was an instantaneous bon fire of pure, raw sex.
His hand met your throat and he pushed you against the bed while he sat between your legs, unconsciously rubbing his dick through your folds. His lips were on yours again, and he gave your throat a gentle squeeze from time to time.
"Fuck, Taik, just put it in me," you breathed desperately, and the air grew thick. Your eyes never met his. You just watched the way his hips rolled into you, and took the time to feel his scratchy hair rub against your belly each time. You were addicted.
"You're so soft..." His large hands trailed down your stomach, "I'd rather just play with you and see what would happen if I teased you some more." His snickering and plotting drew a whine from you. It sounded so pitiful, he knew you were on the edge already.
"Aw, pretty girl?" He clicked his tongue in a fake sympathetic way, "You don't like to play games, do you? That's such a shame... I thought fuck dolls loved to be played with."
"Taika," you whined again, and you started to wriggle beneath him.
Taika didn't usually mind it when you wiggled about, but something about tonight, it really pissed him off a small bit.
"You want it?" He hissed. "Fucking fine."
You nearly screamed so loud, the hotel walls would have shook, but he shoved himself in, with hardly any warning, and slapped a hand over your mouth.
"You're such a loudmouth... just shut up and take it," he muttered by your ear, and his hips wasted no time making a fool out of you. While one of his hands stayed over your mouth, the other was planted by your head, almost threateningly, and he gripped the bedsheets. If you had just turned your head a little bit, you would have seen the veins popping on his wrist.
Taika pressed his thumb right on the high of your cheekbone, keeping your mouth clamped shut harder as he lost himself in you. Fuck it, you were gone too. High as a kite as he pummeled you and fucked you up something awful.
He was making your sore already, with the intense clap of his hips that never seemed to slow. He was persistent. He was determined.
You let yourself cum for him way too many times that night, and he knew it. He would watch your eyes roll back, and the way your body would weakly tense each time, like you were recieving an electric shock to the brain. And he kept going. He kept going for a long time.
You just let him use you as the night went on, and the look of satisfaction grew more intensely each time you spilled over. It went on and on and on... until he suddenly just couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh my God," he panted, finally letting you speak out and be more vocal, but he had knocked all the breath from your lungs, so there was nothing you could say. "You're so fucking tight... so fuckin pretty, holy shit."
Taika's head rocked back and his eyes watched the ceiling. Shit. He was starting to give out. Shit, shit, shit.
He hunched back over, his thrusts becoming uneven with the ache of anxiousness and lust. It was a blissful, awful, horrible mix. Taika fucking loved it.
A grunt, a groan, and a brand new hickey to get him through it. He finally gave in, burying his face in the same shoulder he marked you on, kissing, lapping and nipping at your skin, as he came, and filled you up.
His body shook and quivered like an earthquake, and soon he felt much heavier on you. Exhaustion kicked in, and you felt like falling asleep right then and there.
You managed a hand to rub up and down his back, comfortingly, and he would let out the occasional groan in response.
"Do you have any more surprises I should be aware of?" you asked, voice hoarse and very very quiet.
"I might," Taika asked after a long pause of silence. "But those are for later..."
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Ommmmgggggg i just read your lates story of steve rogers arrange marriage. And it was the most heartbreaking story evern written. It was really good although my heart got broken reading it😞I read you will take time in fulfilling request, so you can take a lot of time but I m making a small request🙃Like you have written lots of arranged marriage tropes but they all were angsty in the beginning, can you write something from your perspective on steve rogers arrange marriage which has no angst only lots and lots of fluff. like they are still in arranged marriage but there is no angst they are both trying for their marriage because after all the angst i guess a fluff treat would be nice☺only if you want to
A/N: Thank you so much lovely and the plot line is great. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it.
Perfect Life (S.R)
Steve Rogers Fan Fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)
Summary: Steve and you get married and you decide to give your marriage a fair chance. You both soon fall in love and you are really happy together. You get pregnant and it is all perfect till the very end.
Warnings: Some mention of blood and angst but otherwise it is all fluff.
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Steve and you were informed by Fury that there will be an arrange marriage. He didn’t give much explanation but simply stated that the government demanded it and you both simply had to oblige. When you were recruited by the Avengers, you were a super soldier just like Bucky under the influence of Hydra. It took a lot of work to get you back from the brain washed state and Steve played a big role in that. You both were partners in the field and best of friends. Many people thought that you both would oppose the idea but you didn’t. Sure, you were confused but you couldn’t fight it if the government ordered it. No one could so you thought you would give it a shot.
You simply asked for sometime to discuss it by yourselves and Fury reluctantly he agreed. He was prepared for a screaming match and being beaten to a pulp by the Captain and the super soldier. However, he was met with calm expressions and thoughtful gazes. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t feel attracted to one another. So when he left the meeting room, Steve asked you out for dinner. Privacy was needed to discuss this matter and he wanted to do it outside of the compound.
“Are you ready to go, (Y/N)?” Steve knocked on your door at exact eight o’clock. Captain America never liked to be late.
“Yes, I am.” This was the first time he had seen you in a dress. It hugged your curves just right and the maroon dress contrasted beautifully with your skin. You simply looked like an angel. A devil disguised as an angel that it.
“Let’s go.” Steve took you to your favorite restaurant and you felt a little flutter in your heart when you realised that he took notice of the little things.
Clearing your throat, you started to come to the point of the dinner, “So what do you think about this marriage?”
“Um... I am okay with it, I guess. What about you?”
“Same here. I have actually liked you for sometime now and I would be willing to give this marriage a try.”
“I like you as well and same here.” You chuckled when you saw a light blush appear on your partner’s cheek. He found your confidence endearing and that was one of the things that he first noticed about you.
“Okay, good. I just want a simple ceremony with our friends present. Is that okay with you?” There was no point in beating around the bush and so you started the discussion of the wedding arrangements.
“I was thinking the same thing. Let me just text Fury that we are going ahead with the marriage and then we can discuss the rest.” You both enjoyed the dinner to the fullest whilst making small conversation. This was the first time that you actually had fun on a date after hydra and same goes for Steve. They couldn’t keep up a conversation with you when they didn’t know the things you go through on daily basis.
“Do you want to get ice cream? There is a really good ice cream parlor down the street.” Getting out of the restaurant, he helped you get in to your jacket.
You always had a sweet tooth and you were a sucker for ice creams. Steve and you were going to make a good couple because of your similar taste. “Yes, I would love that. So do you know anything about the mission tomorrow?”
“F.R.I.D.A.Y detected some illegal shipment coming from one of the abandoned hydra facilities. We think that it is being occupied and you and I are just going to go there and install some cameras for surveillance.” He ordered two scoops of butterscotch and you decided to take a walk while eating.
“What if we encounter some hydra bastards? Do we get to kill them?” You rubbed your hands together in excitement at the thought of ridding the world of hydra scum.
“No, we don’t. We can’t engage so don’t get too excited about it.”
You both reached the compound and all your friends were waiting for you in the lounge. They all pounced on you as Fury had already informed them about the marriage. Natasha had already planned out the bachelor party while Pepper had booked an appointment with the world’s known fashion designer. You kept laughing at all their thrilled expressions and you were feeling sure of your choice by the minute.
The night passed like it and before you know you were off to the mission. Steve was extra protective this time as he won’t let you move a step forward before double checking the hallways first. You just rolled your eyes but you still found it pretty darn cute. No one has ever cared for you like this. But what you didn’t realise was that there was a secret doorway in one of the halls that you passed and you were quickly ambushed by four hydra agents. You got into your super soldier mode and took on the two to your right while Steve went for the left ones.
“Are you okay, (Y/N)? Cap?” Tony’s voice filtered through the comms.
“We have been ambushed but we have it under control.” You talked while slicing the jugular of a blonde six foot man and kicking the other in the shin. Steve also had it under control as he deflected all the attacks with his shield and threw punches when he got an opening.
“Okay. I have agents on standby if you need them.”
“Copy that.” After about five minutes, you had dealt with all of them and got away with only a couple of cuts and bruises.
“Let’s go to the infirmary together.” Steve purposed the idea when you refused Tony’s order to go get checked by the doctors. He didn’t want you to feel like he was ordering you around but he cared about you a lot.
“Only if you insist and Cap, we are getting married at the end of this week.” Kissing him on the lips, you left for the infirmary while he stood there with his mouth agape.
The whole compound was a mess for the whole week and Tony had benched you and Steve because apparently, the bride and groom can not be injured on their wedding day. You were over the moon about this new chapter in your life and so was your fiancé. This was the best thing that has happened to you in a while and you were glad. The ceremony was over before you even knew it with you both reading out your own vows and kissing sweetly when the priest announced you as husband and wife. You loved every minute of it but you were glad when it was over.
“I just wanted to tell you that we can take it slow if you want to.” As soon as Steve entered the room, he tried to clear things up before they got uncomfortable.
“I don’t want to. I told you I had feelings for you and they have grown ever since.”
“I love you, (Y/N). I know it might be too early but-”
“I love you too. Now, kiss me.” You spent the night with your husband and it was perfect. He made you bed in breakfast the next morning and you just enjoyed the whole day with your husband. It was truly a blessing to have Captain America as your husband because he was truly an honest and a moral man.
The next few days for you were spent as a newly married wife and it was perfect. Your friends threw parties and took you both out for dinners; their treat. You didn’t go back to your job for a couple more days and safe to say, it was peaceful. The days were spent with your friends as you all lounged around in the theatre room. At night, it was just you and your husband and it was much more entertaining.
“(Y/N), I have to go on a classified mission with Buck. Are you going to be okay at home, all alone?” Steve kissed the top of your head as he placed the pancakes in front of you.
“I am not going to ask what it is about but I need guarantee that you are going to back to me in one piece.” You mumbled while shoving pancakes in to your mouth. A girl needs her food.
“I will, promise. Love you, babe.”
“Love you too.” There was a moment of silence before you contemplated about what to do with your day.
Entering the kitchen, Tony asked. “What are you doing?”
“Just resting.”
“I am in mood of some homemade cupcakes. Want to bake them with me, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, I suppose. Have nothing else to do.” You were worried about Steve because it had been a long while since he had gone on a mission without you.
“Cap is going to be just fine and Bucky is with him. No one can win against that metal arm. My invention is state of the art.” Seeing you distracted, he tried to ease your worries. Pretty soon, you indulged into the whole baking thing and time passed you by.
“Hey, I am home.” Steve was shocked to see the whole kitchen filled with baked goods; counter, oven top, coffee table and chairs. Tony and you might have gone a little overboard with the whole baking thing. It was a good distraction so no one should blame you.
“Hi. You are alright.” A sigh of relief escaped you as you crushed him into a hug.
“I never back down from a promise, princess.” He tucked you under his left arm and picked up a muffin with his right. “What do you want to do today?”
“I was thinking we can go to the amusement park today.” You turned in his arms to give him your puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to you then.
“As you wish, princess.” You both quickly got ready with you wearing a sundress that reached your mid thigh and Steve in a simple black t shity and jeans.
The amusement park had been fun up until you decided that you wanted to go on the roller coaster. The moment it fell downwards from the sky, you looked pale and horrified. For someone who was reluctant to go on the ride, Steve was quite enjoying himself. When it stopped, you found the near trash can and hurled violently. Afterwards, you decided to stick to the slower rides. By the end of the day, you were on a ferris wheel with your husband by your side and your favorite ice cream in your hand. You kissed on top of the ferris wheel. Cliche but that was exactly what you were going for. This was all perfect and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
“I love you so much.” You whispered lazily as you laid in the bed with the blankets wrapped around you snugly. Today was wonderful but tiring.
“I love you too. (Y/N), have you thought about kids?” He asked reluctantly as he knew that it had only been a month in your marriage. It was a little too early but he just wanted to know.
“I know that they are in my future but I want to wait a year or two. I want to spend sometime with you alone.”
“This is the same thought that I had. Just wanted to get this out of the way.” Kissing you sweetly, he called it a night and dozed off to sleep.
Three years passed you by like they were nothing, Maybe it was because you were too happy. Of course there had been lows in your life like when you and Steve were on the verge of divorce because you were starting to drift apart. But you both worked through it and you were happier ever since. You almost died once in a mission and you weren’t able to get off the bed for three moths. It was painful and Steve was with you every step of the way.
However, there were too many good things that tipped the scale in your favor. Like when Steve brought a puppy as a gift for your first anniversary, Milo. Your love from him only grew afterwards and when you both found out that you were pregnant with your first child, you were over the moon. A tiny version of you and Steve was growing inside of you and it was the best feeling in the world. Labor was extensive but you got her as a reward. Rebecca Grant Rogers.
“Can you please go see her? I fed her about an hour ago.” You kicked your husband out of bed and he whined before getting up. Sleepless nights were finally getting to you both.
Gently cooing to the three months old, Steve picked her from the crib. “Hey bubs. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”
“Mmmmm” Becca babbled on as she saw her favorite person in front of her. The four month was attached to his hip and you loved the bond between them.
“Let’s go to our room and try to sleep again.” You had drifted to sleep but you stirred awake when he came back to bed with your daughter in his arms.
“She is not going to sleep?”
“No, this little bug just wants to spend time with her parents.” A toothless grin adorned her face as she kept her icy blue eyes on her parents.
“Do you want me to make you laugh, huh, baby?” Tickling her, you got a smile on your face as she laughed out whole heartedly. She was the mini version of Steve but there were hints of you in her as well, like her chin or her smile.
Time passed by and soon it was 3 in the morning. “Let’s sleep now.”
“Yes. We have to go on a mission tomorrow and Nat and Wanda have said that they will babysit Becca for the day.”
“That’s nice.” Steve laid your little girl in the middle of the bed and you both put your arms around her. It was peaceful and you were content with your life.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, babe. Sweet dreams.” You thank Fury everyday for the decision of getting you two married. Your life was just perfect now and nothing could change that.
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A/N: I loved writing about Steve and I am open to requests now. I will be working on my own drafts alongside it. You can send in requests but it will take some days for me to get to them:) Love you guys and do tell me if you want to be added to my taglist.
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