#time to think Johns asleep and softly tell him how pretty he is and how much i wanna take all the bad days away

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

road trip with the 141??

they all take turns driving. it's a long haul, almost two days worth of sitting in the car. lucky the group has little trips planned (things they each think you'll enjoy) on the way to the real destination.

price takes the first shift. they all insist on letting you have the passenger seat, even if simon is squished in the back middle. john lets you pick the music, rests his hand on your thigh, drawing pictures with his thumb on the inside. he asks you to amble on about whatever and interjects with questions or comment when he's intrigued. john is a good driver, even when he's not fully paying attention to the road. he doesn't rage externally when he's cut off or when someone starts to tailgate him (he's memorizing their plate to have someone steal their identity later), just listens to your pretty voice ask him about future plans. he holds you hand when you all stop at a botanical garden around lunch. raises an eyebrow to soap when you pull him around to show him another flower, conveying that johnny was wrong and you do like this kind of thing. kisses your forehead when he moves to the backseat.

johnny takes up the next shift. he yaps and changes the radio station every five minutes. makes simon (who gaz is napping on) mad every time he misses a turn. johnny moves his hand scandalously low on your thigh every time he thinks you won't notice before you move it back to the wheel. asks you to change the air conditionings temperature every time he gets slightly uncomfortable. he grins when you feed him bits of his granola bar. overall, johnny is not an awesome driver and doesn't really pay attention to the road, so it's not a big surprise when he's kicked out of the big seat. johnny's delighted with how you like the waterfall trail he suggested. the group gets loads of pictures that will eventually get compiled into a photo album.

gaz climbs in the driver's seat and places a little kiss on your cheek. he's the forever gentleman and a little overindulgent. he lets you put your feet on the dash and would let you paint your nails if you had any polish, even if he hates the smell. kyle enjoys idle conversation with his darling, about that random bird or why would someone paint their barn that ugly orange? he strokes your thigh with his hand or holds your hand on the gearshift. that evening when you all go for dinner, he diverts for a quick trip to the local art show and farmers market. kyle follows you around for the evening like a lost puppy, offering to buy anything that catches your interest and carrying your bag. pleased when you buy a postcard of your favorite piece from the evening, just wants to take his doll out and let them have a good time.

simon offers to drive the last hundred or so miles to the motel you all planned to stay in for the night. he opens your door and kisses your fingertips before putting the vehicle in reverse. the other three are asleep by the time you pull back out, but you and him enjoy the time looking at the stars. simon tells you all the constellations he knows, and tries to help map them best he can while driving. simon's a horrible driver, but the road is pretty empty by the time he gets on. spontaneously, he pulls to the side of the road where there's a wide open field. grabs your hand and locks the boys in. simon takes you in the field and wraps his arms around you. you both sway in the moonlight, humming along to some long forgotten tune. he mumbles that he loves you and kisses your mouth softly. you two don't stay out there long because of the boys in the car and how late it is, but he still picks you a bouquet of flowers from the field.

the motel bed is small, but you all make yourselves fit. technically there's two, but no one is figuring out the logistics of that at this hour. soap has a hand in yours, gaz's leg is wrapped around your lower half, simon's heart beats steadily under your ear, and price has his front to your back. you all are tangled up together and couldn't be happier.

[ghostsprettymama]

Task force 141's secretary.

Simon " Ghost " Riley - intended for black chubby readers

Unprotected, raw, meat to meat, pussy eating, daddy kink praising, degrading, breeding kink

You were the new secretary, you handled files on missions, peoples files, Scheduled meetings. Whatever, you just did it.

And god you were so good at your job. Sittin pretty, those pretty tits lookin so good in every bit of clothing, that fat ass just lookin good in every pair of pants, skirts, anything.

A hum escaped your lips as you typed away, the task force was away on a mission. As always of course. On yout wrist was a braclet from roach, it was like a welcoming gift yet a friendship token in a way.

You knew everyone, and everyone knew you. Except for him. Few weeks later, when everyone came in after a needlessly long mission. They were tired,angry or even upset, not even Roach spoke to you.

But that didnt bother you, there you saw him. your eyes wandered to his beautiful brown eyes, they looked so beautiful to you. He caught you staring, didnt mind it though.. he was talking to Captain John Price. His back was to you. To price, Ghost was looking at him, but in reality hes staring into your eyes figuring you out.

You tilted your head smiling. A soft wave came from you. you put those pretty nails on display too. Shit John for some reason paid for it, he was a wonderful man. When John left, you waved ghost over. He was curious. So curious if you were just like the other secretarys before you.

"Whats your deal?" He asked. Being completely straightforward "Whats your name?" You replied with a question. "I asked you first.." he added on "two is bigger than one, seconds usually the best.. sooo" you said, tilting your head. "Gho- "no, your name " you interupted.

He sighed. You were a presistent one, he could tell already. "Simon." He said, his eyes rolling like the sassy bitch he was "Now I answered yours, answer mine." He demanded, his hands on the counter top as he looked down at you. You typed away laughing softly. You smiled tilting your head softly. "Im just a secretary.. Y/n L/n." You said.

"I know who you are... your friend doesnt shut up about ya. I mean why were you staring." He replied, in response you raised your eyebrows "Thats it? I just think your eyes are beautiful, like a forest during autumn... Something cold and relaxing." You said, your eyes still locked with his. that kind smile never leaving.

He was caught off guard.. the man was so used to women just being extremely vulgar to him, but you..you were a sweetheart.

For months you talked to him longer and longer. One by one he got closer with you to the point... you were now in dorm on base doing his face paint. Ghosts fingers danced between your braids.. you sat on his lap. his other hand rested on your ass holding you up, you were so close he could just kiss those pretty lips.

His eyes stared at them as his thoughts were betraying him. What would yout lips look like taking him in? Or gasping so softly as he filled your cunt??? He needed to know this scientific information.. but what he really cared about is what they felt like.

His thumb brushed against your lips as he made a soft "mmh" in delight at how soft your lips were. "Simon? What was that about..?" You chuckled holding his face. Yes, he trusted you to the point you could hold his face, shit. even come near it.

He leaned into your touch like a cat, closing his eyes softly. Simon was like this at times, with him, you werent always gonna get an answer. You repeated his action but on his hands they felt rough. He had rough, big hands.. you gave his free hand a massage with your free one. He liked it which you assumed since he didnt open his eyes yet.

When you finished and moved your hand, his hands returned to your ass. you bit your lips getting flustered " what is it Ms Y/n? Mmh..?" He sounded sleepy, he was. He fell asleep briefly when you held his face. His raspy sleepy voice..that...thatll do it for you.

You burried your head into his neck as you felt your own wetness. Ghost felt it too after all your on his lap "you like that..? Me talkin to you like this...?' He whispered in your ear.. teasing you.

"Simon dont tease.." you replied. Your hands on his chest feeling his muscles, your hands traveled to his abs which made you squeak. You didnt know he was gonna be built like this..

Simon listened to your wish and flipped you over over. In the mating press position, instictively your legs gripped him in place. He grunted slightly at the strength of your grip, he could break it if he wanted, but he didnt want to.

"I want you. Youre s' pretty.. so smart... i just want you so bad." You admitted to him, he removes the baclava, his pretty blonde eyelashes, beautiful short blonde hair "dont start complainin pretty." He said kissing you so lovingly.

He was soon exploring your naked body, biting and sucking, when he found that beautiful fat cunt of yours he went to absolute town. His eyes, alike a predator staring at his prey as he ate your pretty pussy out. When you gripped his hair he moaned.

Such vibrations made you shove his head in as if it could be inside any deeper, for hours he teased your clit, eating you like his last fucking meal. Every so often you heard his pussy drunk cracking voice "mine.. only mine.. this pussy 's all mine.." he gripped your thighs making sure you knew.

"Ouu fuck im gonnna cum again daddy-"when you said that your mouth CLASPED shut, you could see simons sick and twisted grin. "Call me that again.." he said, and of course you did and his eyes closed in delight. You rode his face but he didnt need help. he held you still as he went back to his job forcing your legs behind your head.

Every moan you silenced he smacked your ass making you moan so loud "daddydaddydaddydaddy ohfuckimgonnancumucantholdit" you moaned out "cum in my mouth baby. Reward me. I deserve it princess dont i?" He said and you nodded squirting in his mouth as your body twitched.

You thought that was the end of it, nah. You heard a belt unbuckling. Pants unbuttoning, and then dropping, you tried to look but he shoved your head back down. "Want s' more baby? Do you think you could be good n take me? Like a good girl right?" He coo'd looking at you.

"Yes sir..." you replied, he gently smacked you "atta girl!" He smacked your cunt making you flinch a little . His tip aligned with your entrace, teasingly slow.. then... SLAM !! His cock went in rather easy from how soaked you were..

He couldnt hold back, he was thrusting relentlessly into your cunt, you were so wet that your juices got on his shirt. You were so embarassed covering your face. Ghost shook his head. " cant have you doin that pretty. I wanna see that face..." he said, he took it as he wasnt going good enough if you had the time to be embarassed.

He changed his pace as he worshipped your body with so.many.kisses. little "mines." As he pounded your cunt, you couldnt think. All you knew was hpw good you felt "mmhgfuck oh daddydaddydaddy m gnnnacumagain pleasee?" You moaned, you were teary faced, smuged makeup and all.

He smirked "mmh. You can wait baby" when you whine,Simon mocked you gently smacking your face again, anything this man did.. you love it. He had his hand on your stomach as he stuck his tongue out,this fucking slut man.

"Mmh... oou god baby im s' close. Want me to fill you up?? Yeah??' He asked,all you could do was nod." Cmon. Cum with me baby..i know you can" he said gently rubbing your face before planting a harsh smack on your ass.

He didnt stop thrusting, his hips stuttered as he filled you up with his hot seed, slamming every bit that came out back into you, as of course you both came at the same time...

A/N : Did you guys like this?😭im trying smt new

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Hold Me

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, slight Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: various times that Dean comforts you because of John.

You and Dean had a special bond. Even before Sam had gone off to college and John disappeared, the two of you had been inseparable since the day John first placed you in Dean’s arms.

He’d been just a teenager then, and you barely a toddler. But he’d flashed you a genuine smile, and you’d giggled, and from that moment on, nothing could separate you.

Dean was the one you always went to when you needed anything, partially because of how close you were and partially because you had no one else.

John was far too consumed with the big picture for you to ever feel comfortable talking about your personal problems, and while you loved Sam, he always tried to psychoanalyze your problems, which was never how you felt like dealing with them.

Dean, however…

…

“Commere baby,” Dean pulled you, his four year old little sister, into his lap, rocking you gently as you cried. John had been gone for five days, and you missed your daddy.

“Dad’s gonna be home soon, really,” Sam tried to soothe you, but you only cried harder.

“Hey, can you bring me her backpack?” Dean asked. Sam tossed it to him.

“Are you alright with her? I want to go get us some dinner,” Sam suggested, feeling bad but also desperate to get away from your crying. You’d been upset for the past couple of days, and he couldn’t take much more.

“Yeah, I’ve got her, bring me back a feast.”

After Sam was gone, Dean lifted you so you were hanging onto his neck and began to rummage through your bag. He came up with a small sippy cup, and went to the fridge to fill it with milk. After heating it up in the motel microwave, he sat back down on his bed and settled you into his lap, placing the cup into your tiny hands.

You quieted almost instantly, bringing the cup to your lips and drinking greedily.

“There you go,” Dean grinned, running his fingers through your hair. “Never too old for the warm milk, works every time, eh?”

You didn’t respond, to intent on the cup in your hands, but you leaned your head against Dean’s stomach, taking a few deep breaths as you finished your drink.

By the time Sam got back, you were fast asleep in Dean’s arms, who was softly humming Metallica.

…

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Sam’s words were meant to be soothing, but you just shook your head.

“Dad says it was.”

“Well he-“

“Sam, you’re with me. Y/N, ride with Dean,” John walked past his kids as he headed for his truck, and Sam reluctantly followed.

You climbed into the Impala without another word, and you rode in silence with Dean for several long minutes.

“Why are we turning?” You’d tried to avoid speaking, because you knew Dean would notice your voice thick with tears. But you couldn’t resist questioning him when he stopped following John’s truck.

“Because the Dairy Queen is this way,” Dean answered simply.

“What?”

“What, you think I didn’t notice the sniffling and the way you can’t even turn in my general direction? You ain’t subtle kid, now what kind of ice cream do you want?”

You gave up trying to hide your tear stained face and turned to look at your brother.

“I don’t get it. I screw up the hunt, and you’re buying me ice cream?”

“Ok first of all, you didn’t screw up the hunt that bad, ok? I know it was your job to reassemble the guns, and-“

“Yeah, and I lost a piece, and it didn’t work! You could’ve-“

“Hey now,” Dean’s voice rose, and you stopped. “Would you just listen? I know, but that wasn’t the only gun we had on the hunt, we were fine one gun short. Look, I’m not gonna pretend you didn’t make a mistake ok? But everyone makes mistakes, and I mean everyone. And dad went at you pretty hard, and I know how much you hate it when he yells. So ice cream it is, now are you gonna tell me what you want or should we just go?”

Five minutes later, you were on the road again, your tears forgotten as both of you belted out to Dean’s Metallica tape between bites of ice cream.

…

The mood in the motel room had been solemn, to say the least, but no one was willing to bring it up. John had passed away just days ago, and the three of you had barely spoken to each other since. Sam had tried to talk to you, mostly because he knew that every time you went to “take a walk”, you really just wanted to cry your eyes out. But the last thing you wanted to do what talk about John. He wasn’t always the best man, but he was your dad.

What made matters worse, however, was that even though Sam had tried several times to help you, Dean seemed to be avoiding you entirely. You didn’t expect him to try to talk about it, that wasn’t his style, but you also didn’t expect him to ignore your existence.

But when Sam left for a food run and the time came to confront him about it, you were nervous. What if he just needed some space? After all, he was probably the closest to John.

Well, if that was the case, then maybe you could help him this time, but you couldn’t leave things the way they were, it was too hard.

“Dean?”

Dean looked up from John’s journal, which he was reading while stretched out on his bed.

“What’s up?”

“Um…” now that the moment had come, you weren’t sure of what to say. “How’s it going?”

He sighed, gesturing at the book.

“Not great, haven’t found anything of use yet.”

You swallowed, “That’s not really what I meant. How’s it going…like with you?” You cringed inwardly. This sounded ridiculous, even to your own ears.

Dean closed the book, frowning.

“Fine.”

You sighed, “No, really.”

Dean scoffed, “Who are you, Sam? What’s going on with you?”

“I just…I wanted to know,” you shrugged.

“You and me both know that you don’t want to stand here and talk about feelings.”

“It’s better than not talking at all,” you dropped your gaze at this, too embarrassed to meet Dean’s eye. Maybe you were wrong, he hadn’t been avoiding you, he was just quiet or something.

“What do you mean? We can talk, we’re talking now.”

You gained a little bit of your courage back.

“Yeah, and this is the first time in days. Dean, you’ve barely even looked at me since…” your breath caught. You couldn’t say it, not yet.

Dean seemed to catch on that you were done, and he sighed.

“Kid, I don’t know what you’re-“

“I’m not just a kid anymore!” You didn’t mean to yell, and when Dean’s eyebrows rose in surprise you brought your voice down. “Please, don’t lie to me.”

Dean opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Finally, he cleared his throat, and found the words.

“I can’t fix this.”

“What?”

Dean put the journal down and gestured for you to get closer, so you climbed up on his bed and sat next to him.

“I can’t just buy you a treat and play Metallica and wait for you to stop crying, ok? I can’t put a bandaid on this. I can’t distract you from it, it’s too big.”

You looked up at your big brother, and his eyes looked more broken now than they did when John died.

“You wanted to fix this for me?”

“Of course,” Dean reached up and brushed a stray tear off your cheek. “That’s all I ever want to do. But baby…I can’t. I’m sorry. I’ve been avoiding you, you’re right. And it’s because I know I can’t make this go away.”

“You don’t have to make it go away. I don’t need an answer to all life’s problems, I just need my big brother.”

“But what do you need me to do?” He demanded desperately.

“Be here.”

You could see in his eyes that it wasn’t enough, he needed to know he was helping you. You sighed softly.

“Open your arms.”

He frowned, but obeyed. You scooted closer, depositing yourself in his lap and leaning your forehead against his chest. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, one hand coming up to cradle your head.

“I just want this,” you whispered, and you felt Dean’s arms tighten comfortingly around you.

“Then I’m here,” he promised.

When Sam came back, tired and worn down, he felt a smile creep onto his lips when he opened to motel door to see you asleep in Dean’s arms, and it took him less than a second to recognize Dean’s humming as Metallica.

[la-petite-lapin]

Double the Love | Part Three

Double the Love masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 1.8k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+, Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of poor mental health, injury description, eventual explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is bad at feelings, Johnny is a big softie

The guys have a chill day

Ghost yells in his sleep.

I find that out on the second night. His screams wake me up, practically vibrating through the walls of the apartment. I lie awake in bed, not knowing what to do, listening to the faint sounds of Johnny's voice as he consoles him. After a while, a buzzing silence fills the room again.

It takes me a while longer to realise that I won't be able to fall asleep again. Instead, I creep out into the kitchen. It's just gone six a.m. so I just decide to start the day early.

I make myself a mug of hot chocolate - try not to think of those ungodly, heart-wrenching screams - and switch on the TV at a low volume to try and fill the silence. I scroll through my emails, double-checking that the small interior design company I joined last year is doing okay.

This is the first time I've taken any time off since I started. According to my wonderful manager, I deserve a break so they're making me use some of my annual holiday up - meaning I should have two perfect weeks of uninterrupted rest time. Originally, I intended to spend it alone, binging on TV shows and slouching around the apartment in my PJs. Now, it looks like I'll be spending it with two soldiers.

A message alert appears across the top of my screen, so I click on it while I wait for the milk to finish heating up.

JOHN PRICE: Hey Tali, how's it going over there? TALIA KELLER: So far so good. TALIA KELLER: Ghost has night terrors. Johnny seems like he knows what to do though. JOHN PRICE: Ah, yeah. JOHN PRICE: They're getting better. Slowly though.

Jesus. If that was "getting better", then I dread to think what bad looks like.

JOHN PRICE: You're okay with them though? TALIA KELLER: Yeah, it's fine :)

I finish making my hot chocolate then take a seat in my armchair, savouring the low hum of the TV with my eyes closed as I drink. When I'm done, with a belly full of hot chocolate, I start to fall asleep again. I'm almost gone when I hear the soft squeak of a door opening in the hallway.

"Tali? a Scottish-accented voice whispers in the darkness.

I turn around, glancing over the high back of my chair. A pair of blue eyes meet mine. Johnny stands in the hallway, dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, his expression one of concern. He looks tired; his hair sticking up at odd angles. I can see the padding of the thick gauze bandage over one side of his ribs through his shirt.

"Hey," I say softly, not knowing what else to say.

Johnny bobs his head. After a moment of hesitation, he joins me in the living room, dropping down onto the sofa with a quiet oof. "We woke ye up, didn't we?"

I nod. "Don't worry about it. I'm a light sleeper anyway."

The answering frown that forms on his lips makes me wish I'd just lied. "'m sorry. He hasn't been that bad recently. I think it's being in a new place that's making it worse. He should settle down soon."

"Seriously, don't worry about it."

A beat of silence passes before I say, "So... tell me about you and Ghost."

And, just like that, the discomfort in Johnny's expression melts. His eyes glow with pure adoration, flickering behind me in the direction of their room.

I don't know how much he can tell me - their unit seems pretty secretive, and Ghost seems rather content on keeping me as far removed from their lives as humanly possible - but it's worth a shot. Johnny always seems happy and at ease wherever Ghost is concerned. It's not something that I personally can fathom; Ghost has never made me feel anything other than uneasy.

"We met in the 141. He's my L.T., so it's a bit frowned upon, but we keep ourselves to ourselves so it's never really a problem. On base, we aren't out." A flash of something passes across his face, disappearing almost as quickly at it came. Something akin to disappointment. "John and our mate Gaz are the only people who know 'bout us. Ghost 'as always been private. I did'nae expect anything else."

The corner of my mouth lifts in a half-smile. I pull my legs up to sit cross-legged in the armchair and tilt my head to one side. "I can't imagine him being particularly soft or cuddly."

Johnny barks out a loud laugh. "Nah, that's me. S- Ghost isn't very affectionate. Not physically, anyway. More like acts of service and words of affirmation. That kind of stuff."

"So, what brought you all back to London then?"

"I almost got gutted on our last mission. We're lucky tha's all that happened." He grimaces and lets out a deep sigh, lifting one massive hand to massage his temples. With one hand over his ribs, he settles back against the sofa cushions. "Everything went to shit. Ghost won't admit it, but he's aggravated some old injuries too. And we lost a pilot, and three allied soldiers..."

Alex's face flashes in my mind. His light brown hair mused and messy, his beard short and scruffy - just the way he liked it. The soft, twinkling glow of amusement dancing in his eyes...

"Does that happen often? Losses," I ask before I can think. I don't really want to know - don't want to upset Johnny or hear how common it was for good men to die. Like I don't already know.

Just like that, he's frowning again. "Don't worry 'bout it, lassie. Prolly shouldn't 've said anything. Ruined the moment."

I lift one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "It's fine."

We sit in silence after that, watching TV as we wait for Ghost to wake up.

By day four, I have a budding friendship with Johnny. We have inside jokes and a handshake. We've even started mirroring some of each other's mannerisms.

I also know that Ghost doesn't like it.

It's around lunchtime when John and another guy - someone else I don't recognise - show up at the apartment, laden with six packs of beer and bags of snack foods. I let them in with a bewildered laugh. The second John's through the door, he pulls me into his arms for one of his signature bear hugs.

"Oh Tali, how I've missed you." The words are mumbled into my hair as I let out a soft giggle, squealing as he lifts me off of my feet.

"I've missed you too. Now put me down before you break a hip, old man."

By the time he's set me back down, the boys are already making themselves at home in the open plan kitchen. Johnny moves around sorting various snack foods onto plates and into bowls, gliding with the confidence of someone who's lived here for years, not days. His other friend - a man with dark, curly hair tucked for the most part under a baseball cap, and dark, expressive eyes - stands back, leaning against the counter with an open can in one hand, taking sips of beer between speaking. Then there's Ghost, leaning against the opposite counter, eyes never straying far from Johnny.

"How have they been?" John asks, his voice low and quiet as he watches the boys interacting in the kitchen.

I offer him a reassuring smile. "They've been okay. Johnny has a brilliant sense of humour; I like him."

John smiles. "Thought you would."

"What are you two ladies gossiping about?" a voice calls from the kitchen, the words laced with an east London accent. I glance up to see the newcomer looking at me, eyes glittering with interest. He must be the local John was talking about when he first called me about the boys.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

Johnny's own eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, his mouth quivering before an extremely loud, abrupt laugh bursts out of it. "Well she got you there, Gaz."

Gaz. The last remaining member of Alex's unit that I had yet to meet.

"Where are my manners?" Gaz walks around from behind the kitchen counter, coming to stand in the living area with me and John. He extends a calloused hand for me to shake, offering me a boyishly charming smile as I do. "Name's Kyle Garrick, but everyone just calls me Gaz. Feel free to call me whatever; I'll probably answer to it. What's your name?"

"Tali."

His grin widens. "Nice to meet you, Tali."

I return his grin. "Likewise."

With that, moving with the same natural easiness as Johnny, Gaz walks back to his spot in the kitchen, picking up his beer and taking another sip. I meet Johnny's eyes, noting the reassuring smile and nod that he flashes in my direction. But that also means that I catch the scowl coming from Ghost.

The whole interaction makes me realise a couple of things.

One: Ghost does not particularly like me. Two: Ghost could give me his real name, he just chooses not to. It seems like he wants nothing more than to remain at this level of impersonal with me for the entire duration of his stay, unlike Johnny who seems dead-set on getting to know me. In the four days that they've been here, I still haven't gotten a clear look at Ghost's face. The whole time, he's been wearing a hood to cover up or - most days - a surgical mask to cover the lower half of his face. Anything to keep me at arm's length.

"Hey, pretty lass, do you want a beer?"

My eyes fall on Johnny and the two cans in his hands. There's a hopeful look on his face that makes me nod yes. With a smooth underarm throw, he tosses me a can and flashes me another broad grin.

"Do you mind if we hang out here for a bit?" John asks softly, just for me to hear. When I look up at him, his expression tells me that if I ask him to leave, they will. No questions asked. "There's a footie game on and Gaz wanted to watch it with the lads. It's a tradition we normally do on base, but I'm sure we could find a pub playing it or something."

"Watch it here." I genuinely want them to. I want to spend time with them; want to see how they all interact. And I've missed hanging out with John while he's been away. There's also a small, selfish part of me that wants to see how they all fit as a team. To see if I can spot the gap in the dynamic where Alex would have slotted in; to see what his life would have been like in those last few weeks. "Maybe I want to watch it too. If that's okay."

"Of course it's okay." John's arm wraps around my shoulders. "Which reminds me. Ghost and Soap might need somewhere to stay for the long haul. At least until Soap is fully healed, that is."

I nod slowly. "And you want them to stay here?"

"Would that be okay with you?"

I glance across to the kitchen, watching Johnny and Gaz playfight under Ghost's watchful eye. Even messing around, they're respectful; keeping a mindful distance from anything fragile or expensive. As much as I hate to say it, I'm growing used to Johnny's constant playful presence in the apartment. Even Ghost's brooding is starting to grow on me.

"I think I like having them here. As long as they're both happy, they can stay as long as they like. I can talk to Winnie about logistics if it comes to it."

John nods, the corners of his mouth ticking upwards. "They both seem happy here, Tali. Ghost seems relaxed; that hardly ever happens."

Really? If this is Ghost relaxed then I'd hate to see him stressed.

"Again, ladies?" Gaz heckles playfully. He folds his arms across his chest, clicking his tongue and shaking his head like a disappointed parent.

At that, John straightens, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We might be off duty, but I'm still your captain, sergeant. Now - all of you get your arses in here."

The three of them head into the living room, filling the coffee table with cans and the various bowls that they've prepared. One by one, they choose their seats for the next couple of hours. As Gaz tries to drop down into my armchair, Ghost shoots him a pointed look, and he opts to sit on the floor instead, eyes twinkling once again.

Hm.

"Right, now everybody shut y'er mouths. I'm putting the game on."

And, with that, Johnny lines up the football on the sports channel and we all settle in.

a/n: happy new year guys! hope you all enjoy this chapter. I know that it's a bit shorter than the last one, but I'm currently battling with a mild case of writer's block this is also a repost as tumblr decided to not show this the first time around - hope to see you all again very soon, lapetitelapin :)

[dimlylittorch]

Random Thoughts: Edition 6

i start classes in the morning (second semester ever as a freshman) and i’m already on the verge of an anxiety attack. i love to learn, but pressure about school has been put on me since a young age and now the whole experience is weird for me. constant anxiety, a pit in my stomach that just won’t go away. I’ve never even held hands with a guy, and i just really wish i had my CoD boys to come take care of me

no warnings, not proofread, im tired and anxious so ill edit it all when i dont feel as rough (adding my masterlist link, pretty colors and fonts, the things that the happy me does). these are all just about me, so mentions of male!reader and college-student!reader

Featuring: John Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Johnny Soap MacTavish, and Kyle Gaz Garrick

My Masterlist🌱

John Price:

john would see how anxious i am, pacing my dorm room, constantly walking in and out of the room to grab different things, but always forgetting what im trying to do.. he would grab me by the hips gently and pull me into his lap, kissing my neck and telling me how everything was going to be okay. he just needed me to get my heart rate down. i could do that for him, right? ‘be a good boy for me, love.. just breathe.’

Simon Ghost Riley:

Simon would be sitting on my bed, waiting for me to come lay in between his legs, curling up in his arms. He notices how long im taking in the shower, and he decides to check on me, knowing I didn’t lock the door. He opens it with a soft knock.. and that’s when he hears my sniffles. I try to sound normal- but a choked sob slips past my lips. ‘m’sorry si’ i whisper shakily, holding my face in my hands as i shake under the hot water, trying to calm myself down. he immediately undresses, getting in with me. he helps me wash up, holding me the whole time before grabbing a towel and wrapping me up in his arms. ‘s’okay, lovie.’

Johnny Soap MacTavish:

Johnny would be relaxing on my bed, noticing how I’d been in my kitchen area for a while. He slips off of the bed, coming to see what i was doing. He looks past the doorway and sees me with different wrappers on the counter and different cans and bottles (non alcoholic for me). I had a tendency to stress eat, and he always knew it was just me trying to cope with all of the feelings I couldn’t express. He grabs my hand gently, pulling me into his arms and rubbing my back as he kisses my forehead. ‘lad.. come be with me. we’ll get cozy and comfortable.’

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

i had been at my desk for hours, kyle already asleep on my bed. I promised him I’d join him hours ago, but now i was just gently banging my head on my desk, trying to think of some way to make myself feel better. Some way to not want everything to go away. He eventually shifts in his sleep, murmuring softly as he opens his eyes, noticing me. he groans slightly out of tiredness, holding open the blanket. ‘cmere baby’ he murmurs softly. As soon as I get in bed, tearing up, he kisses my cheeks gently, catching each tear

[celestialprincesse]

hey!!! I just wanted to say I really love your work, and this is my first time asking for a request so sorry if it’s not very specific or doesn’t make sense 😭💕

I was wondering if you could do a john price x fem!reader where Laswell and price are at base and Laswell’s wife and prices wife (reader) are hanging out because it’s what they usually do when their partners are deployed. Laswell’s wife and reader are just sending them some cutesy vlogs or photos of what they’re doing, maybe of them like curled up watching like movies or maybe like little videos to them and Price and Laswell are watching the videos together and js like FLUFFY AND CUTEE

Anyways no worries if that’s not something you’re comfortable doing, again just wanted to say I really love your work, and feel free to change anything 💕

Anon??!! I'm so honoured that you'd send your first ever request to lil old me! Laswell is my favourite tired lesbian and I want to have her babies

"I wonder how they're getting on." Snaps you from your Legally Blonde induced reverie, the soft drawl of Madeline Laswell, your long time best friend, breaking the torpor under which you'd both been settled all morning.

The two of you have been curled on your fluffy couch since this morning, only having moved to retrieve your takeaway orders from the doorstep or acquire more snacks to fuel your ongoing movie marathon. You'd successfully managed to scare Maddie out of her mind this morning, calling in the early hours of the morning, voice thick with tears as you babbled incoherently about John. Of course, her first thought, still delirious and half-asleep, was that her best friend had just been left a widow. This, however, she'd proven wrong, ringing Kate's emergency line in the hopes of confirming the status of your husband for your peace of mind.

Maddie, having calmed your panic (one that she knows all too well), turned up on your doorstep not even an hour later, a bar of chocolate the size of her head in one hand, and a supermarket bag stuffed with all of your favourite crisps and dips in the other. A bottle of wine and three romcoms in, your earlier crisis is all but gone.

"I miss them." You hum absently back, voice a little muffled around the handful of your favourite fizzy sweets you'd just shoved into your mouth. "Does John have a work number?" Maddie probes, not looking up from where she currently paints her fingernails a pretty, pearlescent shade of blue. "Yeah. I try not to text him on it unless there's an emergency though. Or if he says he has time to talk." "Kate has one too. You think they're busy?" "I mean - she called you back this morning, no? They only ever call or text when they're inactive."

The look on Maddie's face is one you know all too well. You've seen it countless times over the years you've been friends, and it always spells disaster. Before you know it, she's got her phone in hand, camera open and pointed at where the two of you are piled together amongst chocolate wrappers and blankets.

"Hey, Katie! and John - you guys should watch this together." She chats brightly to the camera in that wonderfully animated chirp of hers. "We're just here watching romcoms because someone" You laugh softly, blushing as she pans the camera to where you sit drowning in one of John's old hoodies. "- was getting all up in her own head panicking. Don't worry John, I'm looking after her."

Kate's phone pings as she and John sit around a table in a dingy bar in some cold, far off city. Of course, she can't tell either you, or her own wife, that they're coming home tomorrow - just incase the signal gets intercepted. It won't, but she can't try her luck and risk leaving two of her favourite women without their partners.

"It's Maddie." She muses, one dirty blonde eyebrow raised in confusion as she swipes open the video attachment her wife had sent. John looks up at her over the condensed rim of his beer bottle, his own eyebrows furrowing.

"The girls are together." Kate continues, relief painting her tone as she places her phone on the table between them, allowing John to see the grainy video too. "- because someone was getting all up in her own head panicking. Don't worry John, I'm looking after her." Price chuffs at Maddie's words, but the way his eyes soften when he sees your blushing pink face, the way his hoodie drapes over you, is almost impossible to miss. "Anyways! We'll see you soon! Be safe - we love you!"

Writing this made me lowk a lil bit 🥲🥹 Laswell and Price are just like the softest when it comes to their spouses💕

N e ways! Thank you for ur cute request!!! It was lovely!!! A nice lil break from getting all emo or posting my shitty memes!!! Love u love u love u!!

[ambiguouslady42]

Remember Summer Days: Chapter 6 - Planetarium

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Female OC

Genre: Fluff. The kind where your heart kind of melts.

Word Count: 2.6K

Tags: @pixelcafe-network, @hayatoseyepatch (big thanks for reading it for me)

Summary: It's not a date, but you know it is.

Chapter 5

Saturday Night. July 2007

Isabel still felt the warmth of his hand as they were being driven to an undisclosed location. She felt excited because nobody had done this before, but she was also curious if he had planned this by himself or with some help.

Satoru came up with the idea on a whim, he didn’t plan all the major details on how to make this the best night for her. He knew he could always ask her what to do after, but he felt he wasn’t sure what Isabel would think of him. Would she judge him for taking her out and then asking her what else they should do?

He started to notice that her grip on his hand was loosening. He grew worried that she finally got too uncomfortable and wanted to let go. Just when he had noticed that she was starting to lean her neck to the side, she fell asleep. Rather than let her neck hang to the side and become sore, he decides to move her head towards his arm. When she began to nuzzle against his arm, a pink hue appeared on his cheeks. She didn't move, and that was a great comfort to him; it meant she was becoming more comfortable with touching him.

The route to the undisclosed location was very busy. Traffic was lining up from the freeway’s exit. 

“There’s no other way to get around, we’ll have to sit here for a little while.” the driver informed Satoru. 

“It’s fine. Thanks a lot for this.” Satoru responded.

“...I can’t wait for this”, Isabel responded sleepily.

“You don’t need to wake up yet, Izzy. You can keep sleeping.” He said softly,  as to not awaken her. 

The radio was on. The station that the driver had been listening to was mostly playing 80’s music. Satoru began to reflect on the first time he spoke to Isabel about John Hughes's movies. He figured at some point he should have a movie night with her and his friends. He’s sure they’ll like her a lot too.

And when she wakes up and makes up her mi-i-ind//she’ll see I’m not so tough just because I’m in love with an uptown girl  

Satoru smiled at hearing this particular lyric. 

As the cars were all honking, trying to cut in front of each other to go into moving lanes, they all ascended a hill. She was slowly waking up. As she felt the car going up and making turns, she was trying to guess quietly where she could be going. “Where could we be?” she thought.

“Alright, we’re here.” the driver announced.

“Hey Izzy, wake up. We’re finally here!” Satoru’s excitement couldn’t be contained. He hoped that she would be excited with him, but only time will tell.

“Can I take off my blindfold now?” Isabel asked.

“Nope! Not until we get out of the car.” he grinned.

Satoru stepped out and opened the door for her. He helped her by grabbing her arm. “As fun as it would be to let you fall, I know you would be pretty mad.”

“I’d actually cry, dude.” Isabel attempted to shove him, but she couldn’t see him. He began to laugh at her.

“Who are you trying to push? Me?”

“No, the holy spirit. Yes, you, Sherlock.” with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Gotta do better than that.” 

He grabbed her arm and they walked ahead. The evening was entering the scene. The sky went from a purple hue and it was getting darker. The street lamps were illuminating. Cars were parked everywhere. People were observing the skyline nearby.

“Okay, NOW can I take off this blindfold?”

“No, I’ll do it.” 

“Ugh, where are we?!”

“Just be patient.”

“I’m not a patient person.”

“I can see that now.”

She sticks out her tongue at Satoru. Of course, she can only assume that he’s standing next to her, so he’s able to see this gesture. It makes him laugh. 

“Woman, stop being a brat. We’re here.”

He removes the blindfold. 

“Dude how did you know I wanted to be here?!”

“I didn’t, I just thought it would be a good idea for me to check it out, but I guess I knocked down two birds with one stone.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to come back to the observatory!” she smiled ear to ear and began to jump up and down.

“You’re such a dork. It’s really cute actually.”

She immediately stopped jumping, feeling embarrassed by this comment. Now that she thinks about it, it’s not a word she hears often from others. It wasn’t missing, but she can’t help but feel that there’s something there.

“Aww come on, don’t stop, Izzy. I like seeing this side of you. I feel like you’re letting me get to know you”, Satoru says with a grin. 

Was this the risk that Mariella was talking about? Isabel was concerned that her actions would make him not like her anymore. It was a growing insecurity on her part. His words can be a form of reassurance, but she knows she needs to believe that people can be honest and truthful with good intentions. 

Satoru did like seeing that Izzy was letting him see this side of her. His friends are not necessarily the excited type. Shoko is mostly laid back and goes along with whatever he and Suguru decide to do. Suguru was his partner in crime, they do mostly everything together. These days, they’re either going to the beach, hanging out at the pool, or going on random food runs. 

As they reached the rotunda of the observatory, there was a pendulum at the center of the room. People were surrounding it and staring at the bottom. The pendulum was slowly knocking down some pegs beneath it. 

“Do you know what a pendulum is?” Isabel asked Satoru. 

“Sure. It’s moving back and forth using the force of gravity to move, right? As it’s doing that, it’s going to slowly knock those thingies out, right?”

“Yep!” Isabel said with a giant smile. 

“Cool, now what’s my reward for answering correctly?” 

“The gift of nothing!” she smirks.

“Ugh, I thought it would be something else.”

“No idea what you’re talking about…” Isabel walked away as her face was turning tomato red. Satoru quickly followed right behind her as they made their way further inside.

 As they enter past the rotunda, they’re making their way through various galleries. They see a giant crowd of people gathering in a specific area. They decide to see what the commotion is. Isabel is not tall at all, so she pushes her way to the front of where everyone is standing. When she reaches the front, she discovers that she is standing in front of a giant orb. When she reads the sign, it reads Tesla Coil. Satoru shoves his way to the front, despite that his tall stature might be bothersome. He doesn’t care at the moment. He wants to be close to her and continue admiring her. The lights began to dim and a speaker was at the front. 

“Welcome everyone! You might be wondering what a Tesla Coil is. Rather than just explain it right now, I’ll demonstrate how it works. 3, 2, 1.”

BZZZZZZ, BZZZZZ. Electricity began to run. Sparks were contained. The sound was so startling that Isabel grasped onto Satoru’s arm so tightly and pressed her face against it. She peeked from one eye to observe what it looked like. Realizing what she had done, she let go as fast as she could. Satoru looked down at her. Noticing that she now can’t look at him and she’s staring down at her shoes. 

“Don’t be scared, Izzy. Look it’s all contained! Plus, you were so excited to see it too!” he offered her his hand to comfort her. Rather than taking the entire hand, this time she only decided to hold onto his pinky. 

Why did I do that? I already held his hand once in the car. Ughhh, I’m such a weirdo. 

“As you can see two wires are running to create this current of electricity. One is a green one and the other is a copper coil, which is what ultimately makes the Tesla Coil work. This coil is plugged in just like any electronic appliance in your house. When the electricity reaches the top of the coil, the electricity produced is 500,000 volts. That’s a lot!”

The speaker decides to demonstrate the use of the coil once again. BZZZZZ BZZZZZZ. The noise was starting to create anxiety inside of Isabel. She didn’t know if she didn’t like the noise, but Satoru got the hint. He grabbed her hand and they walked away from it. 

“Hey, we don’t have to do anything, you don’t like, okay? I just want to make sure you have fun.”

“I’m sorry.” she blushed and felt embarrassed by not being able to tolerate the noise. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Let’s keep walking around. You don’t have to let go, by the way.”

Her smile displayed the dimple on her right side. To him, this was her cutest feature. He wondered if he could continue to make her smile throughout the night. What exhibits will bring out this joyful side of her? There’s so much that he needs to know about her. So much more to see.

I have to make the best of tonight. She seems so happy too.

Isabel felt a lot better as they walked through the exhibits. They observed how the moon can affect the tides of the ocean due to the forces of gravity; they learned how seasons worked due to the sun and the rotation of the Earth. Space was such a magnificent thing to learn about for her. Too many knowns and unknowns exist; just like her relationship with her and Satoru. 

“Hey there was something back towards the rotunda about shows taking place at the planetarium, do you want to check it out?” Satoru asked.

“Sure! I wonder when’s the next showing.” Isabel said excitedly.

Arriving at the counter, they saw the next show was called Centered in the Universe. It was the next show in 5 minutes. She wanted to purchase both tickets, but before she took out her wallet, Satoru beat her. 

“No. You do not get to pay for anything while I’m here.”

“Why? I can pay for it though.” she giggled.

We’re on a date, can’t you tell?

“Whenever we go out, I don’t want you to worry about paying for me.”

“Are you loaded or something?”

“You could say that.”

“Is there anything that I could buy for you?” 

“No! It’s fine, Izzy. I just want to make sure you’ll have fun and keep having fun while I’m here.”

She blushed, but she relented. She wasn’t comfortable with this gesture on Satoru’s part, but if he insisted, she knew it was a battle that she wasn’t going to win; they made their way to the terrace where they entered the planetarium. The seats reclined and it allowed them to view the ceiling. It was displaying a starry sky right above them. Isabel was observing the different constellations that were displayed above them. 

“That one right there is the Big Dipper. Then not too far away, is the Little Dipper. The shiniest star at the end of the handle is the North Star. You’re supposed to use it to find your way if you get lost.” 

“You could say that I’m the Big Dipper and you’re the Little Dipper.” Satoru whispered to Isabel. She immediately blushed and tried to look away from him. “You’re so cheesy” were the only words she was able to muster back. Her heart was beating faster as they continued to hold hands and Satoru shared this sweet flirtation with her. 

“And yet, you’re still here next to me.” he moves to grab her hand once again. “Tell me what else I should see,” he asks her excitedly.

“The one that looks like a stick figure is Orion. He is technically holding an arrow. That’s as much as I know, I don’t stargaze too often.” she turns away from him to keep staring at the ceiling. She’s smiling and hopes that this night never ends. 

The planetarium begins to dim. A presentation begins with a presenter holding an orb to represent the sun. Projections appear on the ceiling to show the entire solar system. The sun is the center of the universe. Planets that exist beyond Earth. Stars that are born and then die. At this moment, Isabel felt small. Satoru shared this feeling too. They’re two individuals who are small in this entire universe. Satoru rubs his thumb on her hand as they’re holding it together. There’s more to discover outside of Earth, the same way that there’s so much to know about each other.

Before they knew it, the presentation was over. The light turned on again. The audience exited the building and it led them to the terrace. Isabel led the way to a corner of the terrace to allow Satoru to see the city’s skyline. The wind began to blow as Isabel was standing on the terrace. It was a secluded area away from all the other guests. He stood right behind her. She turned around and there was a glow to her where he was standing. She sees that there is a hint of pink on her cheeks as she’s smiling at him. 

“So what do you think?” she asks him.

“This is wonderful. All of it.” he crouches down to whisper in her ear. “I’m glad we got to come here tonight.” 

“...Toru, what are we doing?” she turns around. He’s looking at her. 

“I don’t know yet…” he places his hands on her waist. She places her hands on his arms. 

“Can we talk about it?” the wind starts to blow. Her hair moves towards her face. He moves it away to place it behind her ear.

“...I think I like like you. I don’t know how possible it is to be around each other as you’re going home soon.” 

“Izzy…I knew there was a way I charmed my way into your heart.” he smiles.

“Oh my god, shut up” she begins to laugh.

“I think you’re cool. You’re so smart and you know a whole lot about movies and music. I want to continue to get to know someone like you. I know that our time is limited, but I want to make it the best. All this to say, I like you too.”

“I can’t reach you, so do you mind just lowering your head just a little?” as he does so, she kisses his cheek. He turns bright red. He’s not embarrassed, but he feels glad that she was the first to make the first move. It reveals how brave she is. This means he will also need to be brave for her. To return this gesture, he kisses her on top of her head.

“Whatever happens, you’re special to me. I won’t forget you that easily.”

“If you say so, Toru.” as she proceeds to hug him. “I’m feeling hungry, do you have any ideas where we will go?”

“No, I was hoping you knew” he laughs. 

“Ugh, fine. I know the spot! Have you ever had pupusas before?”

“No, but I hope they’re good.”

“Trust me, you’ll love them! I know a spot not too far from here.” 

“Lead the way.” 

They walk towards the entrance hand in hand. The stars are shining brightly tonight, just for them.

[luminouslywriting]

Hi. Really enjoying your writings so far. I’m looking forward to reading more of your Mastermind fic.

I see that you’ve got your requests open. So can I request some domestic headcanons for John Brady please.

Hope you have a great weekend!

Not gonna lie, as a fellow Lady Who Brady's....I was twirling my hair, giggling, and immediately running to tell @lambcow about this one since I love him so much! So buckle up, this one is LONG and I could talk about him for DAYS!!!

-This man?

-This precious angel is the best husband and you cannot convince me otherwise, okay??

-Like he's just the sweetest! I don't think he's necessarily over the top in his words or his deeds, but he's devoted and that's the important thing here

-Marriage is sacred to him and you're his entire world. He absolutely makes sure to treat you like that and makes sure that you know how he feels about you.

-He's a man of WORDS. He absolutely considers it a God-given gift that he gets to tell you he loves you every day before work, always thanks you for whatever time or effort you've put into things, and always kisses you goodnight and murmurs sweet nothings into your ears.

-John Brady also really loves to treat you on special occasions. Some of the gifts include a pearl necklace, pretty bows for your hair, new gloves, a nice pair of heels, he loves to see how excited you get at his little gifts

-Anniversaries are a big deal to him and he makes a big deal of birthdays and celebrating holidays

-He prefers intimate gatherings to large affairs and this is reflective in the way that he's not very big on PDA

-But if you're out in public and he feels so inclined, he might like to rest his hand on your waist or the small of your back

-Loves holding hands while cuddling, especially at nighttime

-I can't explain it, but he's very refined when it comes to literature and books and so you two definitely read together at nighttime—especially poetry or particularly beautiful literature.

-Would, in fact, write you small poems to let you know how much he loves you

-If you're musically inclined, IT'S LITERALLY the best thing ever for this man

-Playing the piano together always turns into tickling or giggling fits after a while of actually attempting to play the music

-Really wants to teach all of your future children music too

-If you're not musically inclined, that's fine, he's still going to try and teach you haha

-He loves to serenade you and don't tell anyone, but if you're ever having a hard time falling asleep, he does sing to you to get you to get sleepy and it works every single damn time

-Because he's really big on words and conversation and communication, he's always really patient with you if you're frustrated or upset about things

-He's the type of husband who could listen to someone talk for hours and hours

-But also sit in comfortable silence because you two are just at ease with one another

-Doesn’t really sleep in but he loves waking up before you to watch you sleep….its something that really calms him and reassures him

-Loves to go dancing and is really really good at it. He has a ton of fun doing all of the spins and fancy moves bc you know he can.

-Will help you detangle your hair. I can't explain it, but I just know that he could braid hair. I have no context for given thing, but I just know it

-Likes to help you get your shoes on

-Is very touchy and sweet when it's just the two of you

-Is a decent cook? Like it's definitely edible but idk if the flavor is gonna be very good haha

-Very traditional in the sense of what he feels like he should be doing for you and around the house

-Loves sitting with his arm around you in church and is ever-slightly pleased when everyone looks at you like you're the most stunning thing ever because OBVIOUSLY they're seeing what he's seeing

-Always knows exactly what to say to make you feel better if you’re having a hard day

-Lingering kisses, kisses that are softly feathered down necks, massages when you're stressed—HIS HANDS PLS I CAN'T

-Literally just wants to be a dad, give the man several babies please

Spicy thoughts below:

-He strikes me as the type of man to like baths and loves sharing baths with you. It doesn't even have to be a sexual thing, it's the intimacy of it all that really has him hooked.

-Going back to the hands thing....listen, we all know Brady is skilled with his hands *coughs at Marina and Bee* but he adores making you come apart with his hands

-Hates to argue but LOVES makeup sex and it's always really hot. He definitely doms in that situation and enjoys being possessive and making you lose control.

-Is really good at hiding when he's turned on but there's a certain look that he gives you and you just know things are about to take a turn

-Doesn't get jealous easily, which is great—but also really loves to show you that he's all yours

-Just as skilled with his mouth as he is with his hands and don't you ever forget it

-Doesn't enjoy quickies but quickies in the sense of sexual acts? He's all for it if it means giving you pleasure

-Loves it when you make sounds in the bedroom and is pretty vocal himself

-Big on praise kink for both you and him (he def calls you “pretty girl and baby in the bedroom)

-also a breeding kink heheh…..why else would there be seven children in the future haha?

-swimming pool sex

-car sex

-Just really good sex in general haha

[bcolfanfic]

~ person a and person b staying up so late to talk to each other without even paying attention to the time. and then they fall asleep on the phone with each other ~

this on “mutual crush prompt list” but was wondering if we could change it up a little bit for angst purposes and make it so its the first work trip buck has to take months after bucky’s suicide attempt so they’re on the phone all night.

my babiess. for new-to-me folks, this is based off my young veterans modern au- specifially this fic.

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John unlocked his phone, relocked and unlocked it again, squinting at the brightness before he swiped up to lower it.

10:50

He'd talked to Gale four hours ago and they'd said their goodnights then. It was even later in New York- almost one in the morning to be exact.

Gale was probably asleep or getting close to it, and John didn't want to call him. Wanted to let him rest before he had to go be in academic mode all day, wanted to prove to himself just as much as his husband that he could get through a night alone.

But the longer he laid in the dark the itchier he felt.

There was something in a flask under the mattress that would take the itch away without waking Gale- the only thing keeping him from it being how tired he was down to the bone. Too tired to lift the mattress.

He swiped open to Gale's contact and pressed the small phone icon, sucking in the right side of his cheek.

It barley rang twice before he picked up.

"Hey hon," He said softly, and if he hadn't been asleep he sounded like he was getting pretty close to it. "Everything okay?"

"Mhm." John said, letting his cheek back out with a small exhale. "Sorry if I woke you."

"Don't be. But you know I gotta ask again. You okay?"

Gale Gale Gale. Ever the perceptive one.

"Don't wanna make you feel guilty for going." He said quietly, eyes fixated on a thread coming loose in their comforter. He hated that he could feel his eyes starting to sting. Being vulnerable was still, as his therapist referred to it a skill there was room for progress on.

Whether he knew somewhere in his head that Gale needed no prompting to feel hesitant about going to this conference was irrelevant. John had practically had to push him through the automatic doors of the airport terminal when he'd dropped him off, but guilt clawed at him anyways.

"Hey- no." Gale said on the other end, and John could hear him sitting up a little. "Not gonna do that, so tell me what's going on?"

"Just miss you." He said. "I'm not feeling bad y'know?" He continued, opting for a euphuism- not wanting to say the words that'd be needed to spell it out exactly out loud. "Just weird being alone I guess. I dunno."

It was quiet for a moment, like it always got when Gale figured he might have more to say when he actually did.

"Think you might be able to get some sleep if I stay on the line till you're out?" He said finally, so tender for someone who had to be up in just about five hours that it made John's chest tight.

"Don't have to do that." John replied, predicting the protest he got before it left Gale's mouth.

"Yeah, well I want to- so let me? Can bore you to sleep with physics gibberish."

A small, tired, laugh escaped John at that as he rolled back down onto his stomach, resting his phone on Gale's side of the bed. "'kay," He said, voice half muffled by his pillow. "I'm all ears."

Gale kept to his promise in regard to the psychics talk, and even when it was saying a whole lot of things that he'd still struggle to understand fully awake, his voice made John's chest warm. Made his shoulders feel like they could actually relax, the itch shedding off just enough for him to let sleep pull him under.

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(not my gif!!)

jj maybank x kook! f reader

john b and pope! platonic! x f reader

warning: fighting, cussing? cuteness fs

a/n: i thought of this rewatching obx😻😻

john b and pope tried for hours to get jj to cheer up. they’d just got into another fight with topper and rafe. they started talking shit abt y/n and jj lost control. now the three boys had a few injuries, jj having more than the others. “dude cheer the fuck up” john b lightly pushing him. he just grumbled, staring at the ground. pope texted y/n and sent a photo of jj, saying it was a code brown.

y/n had been smoking a blunt right when pop texted. she smiled lightly as she opened her phone, gazing at her and the blonde boy names jj on her lockscreen. they had fallen asleep inside the chateu and kie took a photo of them. they were in the most adorable position ever. music blasted loud as she read the text messagie. she read over and over and stared at the photo as she frowned. jj had looked so sad. he looked depressed and cold. he looked beat up pretty badly. she put on a bikini (jj favorite) and jj’s shirt. she turned her music off, smoking the blunt one last time. she grabbed her tote bag with her money, keys, sunglasses, and phone in there. she heads out the door, yelling that she’d be back before dinner time. she hops in her bmw and starts it up. she thinks abt jj and how to cheer him up.

“wassup my bros!” y/n waves, smiling bright at the 2 boys. she hugged them tightly and ruffled john b’s hair. she asked them how they were doing and if they were okay as they told her abt the encounter. code brown usually meant jj got into a fight. y/n sighed to herself as the thanked the boys for telling her.

“jay?” y/ns voice sounded soft. causing jj to look up for a second, smirking a little at the sight of his girlfriend wearing his shirt. his smirk slowly disappeared as he looked back down. “what wrong my love?” jj just grumbles. “jay look at me” he doesn’t respond. “jj . maybank.” he looks up. she sits on his lap, facing him. “jay, what’s wrong?” she says, sitting next to him. his face turns into a frown. “rafe and topper is wrong” he grumbles, laying his head on the girls bare shoulder.

“baby you know better than to let them get to you” she says softly, playing with the rings on his hands. “but it was stupid shit about you! c-calling you a slut and -“ y/n had cut him off as she moved his head so his eyes meet the girls own. his eyes filled with rage as he has a memory of how it happened. “don’t worry about it. i’m a big girl, i can handle myself” the girl cups his face now with two hands, kissing him softly. her fingers lightly tangle into his hair. she pulls away, smiling as jj has a huge grin. “better now?” she says, fixing his hair. “you know i can’t be mad when you kiss me like that!?” jj exclaims, a slight smile appearing.

y/n winks at the 2 boys as the couple walks out hand in hand. pope and john b making a mental note to call you if something like this happens again. “i love you” the blonde boy says, wrapping his arms around her waist behind as the h/c (hair color) girl turns her head to kiss him. pope and john b roll their eyes.

then john b groans. “bro now that ur done having a stick up your ass can we go surf?” before jj gets to answer, y/n grabs his hand and runs. “last one has to eat a rotten egg!!”

[roamingtigress]

Bee's Knees

Spring often brings new beginnings, but for one old man couple -- Hosea and Dutch -- it's another chapter in their lives. Who will spot the first bee of the season, who will see the first butterfly?

Bee's Knees by Roaming Tigress

The arrival of spring comes with the promise of new beginnings.

For us, perhaps this saying is cliche. We have seen many a spring come and go together; thirty-two in total. All the same though, we still compete to be the first one to point out the first Snowdrops, the first Crocuses, the first Bluebells and everything that comes following their arrival. Whoever sees the first bee, the first butterfly, the spotter is to be treated to a fine cigar and dinner at a local town.

It just so happened that I was the first one to spot a bee.

Casa van Der Linde, formally Hanging Dog Ranch, is surrounded by a smattering of wildflowers, notably the Blue Bells. With flowers, comes the bees. We once tried having a few hives as a side business, but the bears decided to dash our hopes and dreams. We're giving horse trading a spin with Arthur and John putting in some work with it.

"My" bee was spotted going from flowerhead to flowerhead as I sat down cross-legged at a winding turn of Little Creek. Dutch's head is resting in my lap as he's dreaming some sweet dreams; I can tell by the sighs of contentment, his mustached lips twitching into a smile. We sleep a little more these days; we took a slow ride out to this spot after having breakfast, a simple eggs and bacon, coffee and toast, not exactly hard labour that I've put him through. Maybe we're just getting a little lazier as we've gotten older; nothing to complain about following the years of running from the law.

I want to wake Dutch and show him the first bee of the season, but I don't have it in me to wake him as he looks so . . . Innocent. And yet, I can't keep my hands off of him. I lightly, very lightly stroke a finger over his lips; his mouth cracks open into a sleepy smile, but he remains in slumberland. I apply a little more pressure to my touch and in return he lightly bites it. I smile; when he wants to placate me when I'm feeling upset at him, he'll squeeze my hand and kiss it, but when he's feeling really cute while wanting to butter me up, he'll give a finger a nip and then proceed to give me this look where I can't possibly be upset with him for long.

Dutch awakens, his eyes mere slits, his smile growing as he looks up at me with a sort of dreamy expression, blinking a bit as his eyes adjust to the bright morning light. He had been asleep for about an hour, starting when the sun had come up.

"I'm sorry for awakening you," I speak softly with a slight waver to my voice, lightly tracing a thumb along his lower lip; my smile grows as he nibbles on that thumb as if telling me he wasn't offended in the least.

"You looked so . . . Innocent, so peaceful. I had to check to see if what is on my lap is something . . . Real."

Dutch's smile only grew more, and I see a playful twinkle in those expressive brown eyes. "Well, last I checked, I'm pretty damn real. As for innocent though?" He snickered. "You might be speakin' about the wrong man, but I've been called worse."

I laugh, giving his nose a gentle tweak; he nips at my fingers again but this time around, I deftly escape from another vicious bite. "How about an utterly adorable little shit?"

"You're goin' to ruin my reputation," Dutch feigns a pout, but that spark in his eyes remains; he knows damn well he's adorable and will use it against me even at the age of sixty-five, the little shit.

"But I have been called worse!"

Dutch then spots the bee lazily buzz on by, doing its little thing. I know what he is thinking . . .

"First bee of the year!"

I chuckle, shaking my head as I wrap my arms around as much Dutch as I possibly can. "I beat you to it. While you slept away, dreaming about me hand-feeding your dehydrated mango slices to you, I saw that little friend of ours going. Which means, you have to take me into town and spoil me."

"Strawberry would be nice this time of the year -- "

Oh, it would be.

The cherry blossom trees in the Trackers Hotel parkette, courtyard, or whatever you may call it, would be at peak then. If we keep a low profile, we could do a little reading there on the bench, maybe sneak a kiss. We could even do a little people watching which is a pastime for us. We revel in taking turns commentating on the latest styles (or lack thereof).

"Still a dry town, Dutch," I wink, knowing what he has already likely planned out; he'll bring some of that wine from St. Denis and bring it along with us. "But oh, it's been years. Think we're still banned there from the incident?"

"Probably!" Dutch's smile turned into a grin. "To think I got banned there in the sixtieth year of my life and not my twenty-fifth?'

My fingers come upon an exposed love handle peeking out from under his shirt, and I give it a light tickle just to hear him try to stifle his laugh and squirm. I gradually slow my touch down to settle him back, idly moving my hand to his soft belly which he arches his back up for more. He's like a housecat at times, for better or for worse (thankfully he doesn't bite nearly as much s a cat does when I rub his belly). He's almost purring as he nuzzles his head against my belly as if reciprocating, and I stroke his hair with my other hand. Those long silver strands are thinner now, but still gorgeous; it's like there are like threads of silken silver slipping through my fingers

"Well, that would happen when you greet people entering town in the nude! But by God, that was fun. I had to join in."

It was a fun time! It was worth getting thrown out; I booked a room at the Welcome Centre for Dutch's 60th birthday and after the first night, we had John drop by with some, ah, spirits. Well, one thing leads to another and Dutch decided he would be the town greeter the next morning, though he forgot some articles of clothing. When I woke up hearing a shout that that there was a naked madman out there greeting people coming into town, I knew exactly who they meant and I've never gotten out of bed faster. In my haste, I hadn't realized that I too was naked (it was a Saturday), and well, the mayor thought we overstayed our welcome. The two heavies that tossed us out at least tossed our clothes at us to spare any further passersby the sight of two old men in the nude; though one middle aged woman who whistled at us did not mind the scene that played out before her.

"I think we'd be thrown in jail if we try that now!" Dutch laughs. "I've put on a few pounds since then. Not sure about anyone whistling at me now. I'd be put away for Disturbing the Peace!"

I can only laugh. We might still get whistled again but ah, I'm up for the fun again, it's been a little while. I do something else though and I reach around and pick a small pink flower, and slip it behind his ear. I didn't think Dutch's smile could get any bigger, but it did and it lit up my soul.

"You know how to make me feel pretty, Old Girl!"

I frame his face, more hollowed and weathered these days but still handsome as ever. He rolls his head into my touch, kissing a finger. "Hard for anyone to arrest you with a flower in your hair. They'd be too charmed."

"And you well. . . " Dutch 'purrs' and reaches around and picks a nice little yellow flower to tuck behind my ear, and I feel like it isn't just the sun warming my face.

We did this little thing in our early years of being together; oh, we might have even made a special trip out here when we once camped out by the Dakota River by Caliban's Seat. That camp ended up being abandoned and we stayed out here until winter came, when we headed down to Hennigan's Stead where we escaped the snowbelt. More ear-tucking flowers were found there; we grew fond of the Desert Rose and I loved how they popped against Dutch's then-raven hair. He kept one of those flowers in one of those damned Evelyn Miller books and despite all the wanderings we've had over the years, it remains there.

"How long do you think it'll take them to recognize us?" Dutch has a twinkle in his eyes; I know that mischief is taking flight.

As I lightly play with his hair, the two of us maintain soft eye contact, engaging in some sort of silent conversation for a moment. I smile a wry smile, then glide my hand over to cup his cheek again, and I lightly stroke my thumb over his beauty mark as I consider. It doesn't take me long to conclude.

"They'll be onto us as soon as we step foot past the Strawberry welcome sign."

"We could always get one of the boys to sneak us in . . . "

Dutch is still something. He has that telling spark in his eyes even with the slight cloudiness forming in them now. Damned cataracts. We're seeing a specialist who'll be arriving soon in Strawberry. As you might have suspected, Dutch has had his reservations about the doctor, no matter his reputation for doing successions in successful cataract surgeries in offices from St. Denis to Tumbleweed. I won the battle -- that damn stubborn man was insistent he'd get by just fine. I can't let him miss the vividity of those sunsets we like to have picnics on, nor let him stumble about in the dark when I can't be with him any longer. We need all the help we can get to get by in our later years.

"Once in a while, you do come up with a good plan," I gently tease, giving that belly of his a light slap to end his rubbings there, and I frame his high cheekboned, strong-jawed jawed face in my hands.

"Together, I think we could still sell water to a drowning man."

"I remember Cripps saying that," Dutch laughed, his eyes tracking a bee buzzing by. "We didn't get off on the right foot but . . . I miss him, you know. The three of us sure got into some good banter, over his tall tales that I egged him on about, and opinions on the best camping spots. We'd want to have our camp in Heartlands Overflow, maybe Horseshoe Overlook, and we'd wake up the next day in the armpit of Lemoyne, Thieves Landing or somewhere in the West Grizzlies!"

I swallow hard at the memories and lean down to kiss his nose as I can almost sense his heart-tugging at them as well. Cripps left us unexpectedly one night; he was getting on in the years so maybe not so shocking, but it was still unexpected. I thought he was going to outlive us all! He was a little tired one evening and decided to retire for the night early, declining our invitation to have a drink around the fireplace. We didn't think much of it as we had been on the road for some weeks; travel is energy-draining.

Cripps didn't wake up the next morning; I suspect he had a heart attack. We buried him at our last camping spot with him, Rio Bravo, which was his favourite location to set up camp at, ignoring our distain for driving the hunting wagon around there. He liked the remoteness of the location -- few bothered us there -- but the view over to Mexico was second to none.

Cripp's passing was yet another reminder of the fragilities of life; you never know when you are going to go, you have to make the most of it, as he did. We could have each other for ten more years, ten weeks, ten days.

Dutch spots a butterfly and points it ut with all the wonder and joy of a little boy seeing his first butterfly of the season. Just a common Cabbage White, but his face is lit up all the same; he knows what is coming.

"Aha! First butterfly!"

I just shake my head, chuckling. Truthfully I might have beat him to the punch on one early ride when he was still asleep; I spotted one on the snowdrops, but I'll play along. It's only fair.

"Okay, okay. You name it, I'll get it for you."

Now I'm in for it. Dutch being Dutch, he likes to be spoiled, even at his age.

"A carriage fit for royalty"

A bit of an ask, but . . . Oh, I think it could be arranged, legally or otherwise but I might take the legit route this time; I'd hate to have any gifts being taken back. We have a nice pair of Suffolk Punches who could look nice harnessed up to a nice carriage.

"A little more of a realistic ask this time!" I wink and lean down and kiss him on the nose again; I think it's the handsomest nose I have ever laid my eyes on and I couold care less of what others think of it.

"You wanted me to get you a town!"

"I thought nobody would miss Armadillo!" Dutch chuckled.

That town had gone through some things. A Cholera outbreak had left it damn near abandoned, but over time it gradually was repopulated. I'm just not sure it would survive the othership of a slightly eccentric Dutchman who then had visions of turning it into the Strawberry of New Austin which included but wasn't limited to, a Fountain of Youth and a natural spring bathhouse that wasn't going to be natural.

Still, that man amuses me as much as he can frustrate me.

"You are the bee's knees, Dutch."

With that, I gather as much Dutch as I can into my arms and ease him up into a kiss that was at first a butterfly's kiss. It slowly eases into a deeper kiss that he returns, and in only a matter of time we disappear behind a curtain of purple flowers -- and a nearby relaxed heard of elk -- that bear witness to old men in love.

[fullfledgedemo]

Chapter 1 / Part 3

Pairing: Rafe cameron x OC / JJ maybank x OC / JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drugs, typical obx stuff; (remind me if I forget something)

Summary: Skyla is JJ's older sister. Growing up together they were inseparable. A short while after going to school she met her best friend Kayla. She would convince Kay to join her and the pogues. But Skyla would be strongly invested to make her dream of going to art school come true, that she didn't notice her best friend totally falling for her brother. On the road to her dream she accidentally crosses paths with the Kook prince himself. Maybe he's not that bad after all?

Word count: 2K

AN: I needed to split this one up so there is one last part coming out soon! ~

(next day ~ rise and shine)

As I got back home that night, JJ was knocked out in his bed. So I went straight to my room, trying to get some sleep myself.

I was glad our father wasn’t around or he might yell at us for any reason. It didn’t take me too long to fall asleep. Most of all it was from the weed yesterday.

But as I woke up I soon remembered what had happened. Me chilling out with Rafe Cameron at the pier. Ok it wasn’t directly chilling out, he just came up to me and asked for papers.

Still it was a pretty great night after all. Rubbing my head, I tried to wrap my head around it and giggled.

Getting slapped back into reality I heard my brother making a smoothie in the kitchen. Now I was nervous, how should I tell him that I may be hooking up with the enemy ,as he likes to call them.

I sat up a little too fast, making my head spin a little. Better not to tell him right now. I think about something.

Grabbing some fresh clothes from my drawer, I got changed and walked to the kitchen.

JJ was pouring some green smoothie into a glass. “Morning”, I softly greeted him. He looked up from his smoothie and smiled at me “Morning sunshine”.

Pondering how I should start the conversation I just asked “Hangover smoothie?”. “Damn right, you want some?”, he cooed and looked for an extra glass.

“Gladly”, I snickered and leaned on the counter. He poured me a glass and we silently went out to sit on the front porch.

Taking a sip from my smoothie I looked a little disgusted. “Oh god, I forgot how bad this tasted”, I said, shaking my whole body because of the weird taste.

“Well it isn’t supposed to taste good, it just helps with the headache and stuff”, JJ laughed as he watched me pinch my nose while I drank.

As we sat there a few minutes in silence the urge to talk about the fight yesterday came over me. “I’m sorry..”

”I didn’t mean to..”, we said simultaneously, making us laugh at each other.

I gestured for him to go on as I took another sip.

“Sky look, I’m sorry it just made me so mad..not that you forgot but that you chose a stuck up party with some Kooks over us”, he explained, looking to the ground and I saw a little frown on his face. 

I sighed, putting down my smoothie, “It was never my intention to upset you, I just said yes to Nina because I really didn’t think about it”.

“I know, just..next time it would be kinda nice if you think of us first”, he said smiling at me.

“Of course, I know that I can be forgetful, but I hope you can forgive your dumb sis”, I nudged his shoulder and gave him a shy smile.

Laughing he embraced me in a tight hug “Of course dummy”. “After all I did a lot stupid stuff too and you still haven’t thrown me down a cliff”, he added laughing and his statement made me laugh too.

Grinning, I softly said “We dummy’s need to stick together”. JJ put his hands up to his mouth shouting “Attention kildare island the maybanks are loose again!”. Frantically laughing I cheered in and gave a warning howl.

After an hour of just chilling with my brother I asked “You know what the others are up to today?”.

He pinched a straw of grass in between his fingers and looked up. “I’ll give them a call”, he said, taking out his phone.

While JJ was dialling John B’s number I wondered if they still were mad, because I would totally understand that.

As John B. was picking up, JJ would ask him what he was doing right now. “Alright, I'll talk to the girls, see ya later”, my brother said and ended the call.

Looking at him I wished for a positive answer. “He’s out with Pope right now, but they join us later at the chateau and we should call the girls”, he answered my pondering look.

I sighed “Alright, I'll talk to them”. I took out my phone and nervously bit my lip. Staring a few minutes onto my screen, I decided that I would rather text them.

Twenty minutes later I got a text from Kayla that she would come over in an hour, and Kie answered that she would join us at a similar time like the boys.

As my brother and I sat at the chateau waiting, Kayla was first to arrive. She parked her car near the big willow tree.

Most times you didn’t notice that Kayla was born a Kook, because her parents chose a more modest way of life. Before she moved to the cut in 9th grade, she and her parents would live on the mainland and had a pretty big house.

As she was put in our class, I knew from the start I wanted to be friends with her. Maybe the way she talked, or the fact that we liked the same music proved to me that my decision was the right one.

After all, I introduced her to the pogues and she fit totally in our strange pack. 

As she made her way over to us, I smiled and waved at her. But before she could reach the porch where we were sitting JJ stood up and shouted “Kayla Lynn Prinston, I need to talk to you”, he explained in a serious manner.

Kayla looked at him caught off guard “What?..What did I do?”she asked, confused.

“Nothing Ma’m, we just need to ask you a couple of questions”, JJ said, making a dramatic pause.

“Did it come to your attention that the Maybanks are loose again?”, he continued, looking at her whilst throwing an arm around her shoulders.

She broke out in laughter and shook her head. “You’re such a goofball, I really thought you were serious”, she said chuckling, pinching his cheek.

I laughed with them, looking at my brother who made an ‘ouch’ face.

Kayla sat down next to me on the porch. “Uhm I’m getting myself a drink, you want something too?”, JJ glanced at Kayla, nervously ruffling his hair. “Yeah, a coke please”, she smiled at him.

My brother disappeared into the kitchen and for a few seconds it was silent between the two of us. Looking at each other I just blurted out “I’m sorry I wasn’t there yesterday”.

Kay sighed, but soon put on a smile. “It’s okay, did you at least have a good time?”she asked, nudging my shoulder.

I considered telling her about the whole Rafe Cameron situation but as I was about to say something I heard my brother coming out of the house again.

“Yeah, I…it wasn’t too bad”, I quickly added, looking away to hide my embarrassed face.

Kay took her drink from JJ, thanking him. She now gave me a questioning grin “Not too bad?”.

Shit she already knows something is up. I should’ve said it was boring and nothing happened the whole night. Now my brother also looked at me, taking a sip from his own drink.

I nervously rubbed my hands on my pants “Well you know, Nina kept talking to fancy people and I just knocked myself out on cocktails”, I explained, laughing to ease my anxiety a little.

“Sounds like my sis”, JJ cheered. That was close, I thought. I didn’t want to blow things up right now with my brother, nor with my friends. Not knowing how they would react, with me going to another Kook party.

This time it was the real deal also, because it was the Camerons estate. To change the topic, I asked them about what they had been up to yesterday.

“You know, the typical shenanigans”, Kayla explained, grinning at JJ.

“Hey I didn’t know you were standing there, I apologised”, JJ said, raising his hands in defence.

Kay laughed and turned to me “He poured a cup of beer over my head because he was drunk as fuck”.

My brother scratched his neck and looked extremely embarrassed.

As we chatted the others would arrive at the chateau. As everyone was now here, we would chat and goof around until it got dark and we decided to put out some candles. The boys wanted to make a little bonfire so they were gathering wood.

 I went into the kitchen to make us some popcorn. Joining the girls again outside Kiara asked me “Hey Sky? How’s the whole art school thingy going for you?” grabbing some popcorn out of the bowl I put down.

“Well I still need a bit more money for the first semester but it should work with the scholarship, I also sent the application out a few days ago”, I nervously smiled.

The University I wanted to attend was located on the mainland, that meant I would be pretty far away from my friends and JJ. I really didn’t want to leave my brother alone with my father but this was my only chance of getting somewhere better.

“I’m sure they will accept you”, Kiara smiled at me assuring. Looking up at the night sky I wished for the best. Maybe my dream will come true eventually.

(day after - skyla’s workplace) 

Today was pretty normal at work. Some tourists floated in making me run back and forth with dishes, but other than that the next hours were chill.

As I was about to take out the trash I got a text message. Throwing the nasty bag of leftover food into the container I wiped my hands off and looked around for anyone to see me.

Taking out a cigarette I lit it up and made some puffs. Looking at my phone I investigated the text I got. Glancing at the name of the person who had sent it I jumped a little.

Rafe texted me.

I opened the message and bit back a grin. “Hey Blondie, excited for the party?” he wrote. Texting him back I wrote “Yo Cameron boy, Name’s Sky if you forgot, but yeah I am~”

Chuckling I exhaled some smoke. Teasing him a little would be kind of fun.

I didn’t take long for him to respond “I know but Blondie sounds kinda cute ;) Looking forward to seeing you there” I blushed madly at his text.

I don’t know why he gets me all the time, normally I’m not that easy to fluster. “Skyla, are you outside?”I heard my manager shouting.

I hastily put out my cigarette and made my way back in. I hoped that the party would be good, but honestly I wasn't excited about it. I was excited for some certain young man.

(night of the party)

It was evening as I texted my brother that I would be staying over at Nina’s place.

I asked her the day before if she could be my backup. “To be your partner in crime? Hell yes!” she answered me.

I didn't tell her exactly where I was going, only that it was a party I didn't want my brother to know of. Packing some clothes for changing at Nina’s, I felt a little guilty for not being open with everyone.

But it was for the better, I told myself. There would be just a lot of drama about it and I didn't want to deal with it right now.

“See ya tomorrow”, I said to my brother, who was sitting outside. “Have fun Skizzle”, he waved at me and smiled.

I looked at my phone to check the time only to hear Nina arriving with her car. As I hopped into the passenger seat she smiled at me. “Hey gurl, you're bumped? “, she asked while hugging me.

I grinned buckling up my seat belt. “Kind. of, but actually actually a little nervous”, I told her.

She looked at me curiously “It's a guy, am I right?”.

“Sshhh not too loud, and maybe”, I whispered, grabbing her hand to get her to quiet down a little. She chuckled and drove us to her house. 

@madelynie @runningfrom2am

[doodling-doodle]

More ABO?

If Alex is helping Kyle through heat, does that mean they are trying for a baby?

Doodle, we need answers!

I'll give you answers!

Kyle smiled after he woke up, not feeling like he was burning from the inside out anymore. He rolled over to curl up in Alex's arms, wrapping himself around Alex like a koala, feeling the grip tighten slightly, and a soft kiss to his head.

"Goodmorning, baby." Alex said softly, "how are you feeling?"

"A lot better..." He mumbled, curling up more. He could fall right back asleep if he wanted to, "I think it's over... thank you... for everything."

"Oh, darling, it's no problem at all." He smiled softly, kissing Kyle's head, "I'm glad your feeling better now. Wanna head to the mess hall, or, stay here?"

He thought for a minute. But shrugged, "let's go to the mess. I haven't seen any of them in a good few days now..."

Alex nodded, smiling softly and helping Kyle get dressed, holding his hand softly as they went out to the mess hall, where John and Phil had Iris with them.

She ran up to them, tail wagging and panting, making them chuckle.

"Hey, little girl." Alex said, petting her gently, "Come on, let's get food."

Kyle smiled softly, following Alex to their table with Iris trailing behind.

"You sure your actually okay?" Alex asked as they sat down, feeling Kyle's neck for warmth, since that was normally where he could feel it the most when he was in heat.

Kyle smiled, shaking his head, "I'm all good."

"Okay... just wanted to make sure." Alex said, smiling.

Kyle loved how gentle and attentive the Alpha always was. Whenever he was in heat, he was there. Whenever he was hurt, he was there. No matter what happened, Alex was there. If they were talking about making a decision, he would never, ever pressure Kyle into agreeing with him... and that was still going on.

"I should probably talk to Dad and see if there's anything I need to take care of." Kyle said.

"Just some training for the recruits at the track." Price said as he walked by, "Just talk to Ghost today after your done eating and see if he needs help."

He nodded, "Thanks, Dad." He said, smiling, "And pops."

"Hope your feeling better." Phil said as he walked past, smiling and patting his shoulder.

"You sure that you're able to?" Alex asked, "Your normally pretty tired day after..."

Kyle shrugged, "I think I'll be okay." He said, "If I can't do it, I'll just go back to bed..."

"Okay." Alex said, smiling, "Just finish eating, and We'll go find Ghost."

And they did, Ghost and Soap smiling when they saw them.

"Hey, guys." Ghost said, "How you feeling, Kyle?"

"A lot better, thanks." He replied, smiling, "I Just wanted to know if you needed any help with training?"

"Sure, if you'd like. It's fairly light today, so, you might just be off to the side."

He shrugged, following Ghost and Soap with Alex holding his hand and Iris at his side.

It was very light that day. A few Omega's were training that day, he could tell by the mixture of scents. Still, Alex was hovering over him and Ghost was hovering over Soap.

It ended at around lunch, and he and Alex went back to the mess, and then to their room, finally, and Alex left for a minute to get some snacks and drinks for them, leaving Kyle to scroll his phone and look through things.

He found something about an old friend of his expecting a baby.

Which made him think about the old conversations he and Alex had

They had talked about kids before, even before they got married and mated. He was never ready. Alex was, but he wasn't. He felt guilty for it, he denied his Alpha a family and that was always in the back of his mind. But Alex always said that he was never going to force him. He might bring it up every now and again, but he wouldn't pressure the conversation or decision.

At the time, he wasn't at the point of wanting children. He couldn't carry a child, he couldn't handle the thought of it. He'd been trying, but, he just couldn't.

But, now... whenever he was in heat, he just felt this overwhelming feeling of missing something.

And now he had to face the reality of what it was. He was thinking about how gentle Alex was with him. How gentle would he be with a baby? Their child...

He could already see Alex carrying a baby in his arms, gently rocking them to sleep or calming them down...

He could see himself doing it. He could see himself starting the family that Alex had wanted. He could see himself pregnant with that child...

He was ready. He just needed to talk to Alex about it...

But he didn't know how to bring it up. What would he lead with? Their last conversation about it was a little over a year ago, maybe Alex would ask again soon? Or maybe he was waiting for him to mention something.

Either way. He was ready. He was ready for a family.

Alex came back in shortly after, giving Kyle a snack and a drink before sitting on the bed with him.

"So..." Alex asked, "how are you feeling? Worse? Better? Tired?"

He shrugged, "Better. I think I just need another day or two to recover and then I'll be fine."

Alex nodded, "let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

He nodded, smiling and happily eating the snack Alex got for him.

"Well, turns out that one of the people that transferred here last week is pregnant." Alex said, "he was kind of freaking out in the mess, but, seems really happy..." He smiled softly.

"Wow... that's awesome." Kyle replied, "I... just wow. That's great. Can't wait to meet them... if he's still here."

"Yeah... I'd love to see that happen..." Alex said, looking down with a soft smile on his face.

"Alex..." He put the snack down, shifting closer to him, "I-"

"Kyle, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to start a conversation again." Alex said, cutting him off and holding his hands.

"No- Alex, listen-"

"I know, Kyle. I'm not going to force you to be ready. Don't feel guilty, just-"

Kyle covered his mouth with his hand, silencing him so he could quickly blurt out what he wanted to say, "I want a baby."

Alex blinked, freezing up entirely while Kyle took his hand away.

"Oh..." was all Alex said, looking down, but he teared up, smiling, "your being serious?"

"Yes- of course I am!" He said, quickly. He couldn't lie about that, he couldn't break Alex's heart.

Alex smiled, chuckling and looking at him, "oh, baby doll..." He said, hugging Kyle before knocking him on the bed and holding him, resting a hand on Kyle's stomach, "I'm so happy to hear that..."

Kyle smiled, but he just felt so, so guilty for not giving Alex a family sooner. But he knew that Alex would never blame him for that.

"Kyle, are you sure?" Alex asked, "I just need to know this for sure..."

"I'm sure, Alex." He said, smiling, "I'm sure."

"Good..." He pulled up after kissing Kyle's forehead, "good." He looked down at Kyle's stomach, scooting down, pulling Kyle's shirt up and kissing all over his stomach.

Kyle chuckled, running his hand through Alex's soft hair, "I'm not even pregnant yet, love." He said, smiling.

Alex didn't pull away, in fact, he just nuzzled Kyle's stomach gently, "we should still get you a test, just in case."

"Good idea." He said, sighing, "I'll stop taking birth control. Next time I'm in heat, I... We'll see what happens."

Alex nodded, pressing one more kiss to Kyle's stomach before crawling back up to hold onto Kyle, "That sounds good... Oh, I already can see you with our little one. I hope for a girl... What about you?"

"I'd love a little girl." He smiled softly, curving his body into Alex's, "That sounds perfect..."

They, of course, would love their child no matter what.

About six weeks later, Kyle sat in the bathroom, waiting for the results on the test. He was nervous. He didn't know what to do...

His timer went off, and he worked himself up to pick up the test and see what it said...

Negative.

He teared up, throwing the test away and leaving the bathroom, to where Alex was sitting in their bed.

"I-I..." He went to it next to him, sobbing slightly.

"Oh, baby..." Alex reached out to hold onto him, "It's okay. It's okay."

"N-No... I'm not pregnant..."

"You were still on the pill. Don't worry, okay?" He kissed Kyle's forehead, "It will be okay. We'll try again, hun, don't beat yourself up."

He sobbed into Alex's shirt for a few minutes. What type of Omega was he? Not even able to start a family.

His Alpha didn't care, though. He was just worried about him.

"One day, Kyle..." Alex said, "One day, we will have the child we want."

He hoped so...

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Got sent home time to nap on the couch and think about mutual pining with John 💕

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His Empress

A/N - This is the first time I’ve gotten a Star Wars prompt and I’m so excited for this Kylo Ren story! Please know that this somewhat of an alternate timeline, with Kylo Ren and Rey’s force-bond existing while Poe is captured and Poe’s capture lasting a few weeks rather than a few days.

Day 12 of Writer’s Block Challenge

Pairing(s) : Kylo Ren x Female!Reader, slight Poe x Platonic!Reader

Summary : You, feeling angry that your boyfriend is ignoring you for his force-bond partner, befriend a captured resistance pilot. When he finds out what you’ve been doing without telling him, he’s just a tab bit mad.

Warning(s) : “God” is said once. Mainly floof.

Word Count : 1,546

You’d never admit it to anyone but you were jealous.

You were jealous of her, of the girl who had attracted the attention of you boyfriend, of the girl who shared a “connection” with him through means you could never understand, of the girl who kept him up at night.

At first you had been okay with it, your daily routine stayed the same. You still woke up to soft morning kisses from your beloved, you still ate breakfast together while discussing his plans for the day, you still joked around while watching him practice new tricks with his lightsaber, you still talked about your days over dinner, and you still fell asleep in his arms.

But now, you weren’t so okay with it. All your moments, the ones that were sacred between you two, were now part of the past because of her. Gone where the private kisses and lingering touches. Gone were the silly conversations between his meetings that neither of you wanted to end. Gone were the moments spent alone in your bed when you were cuddled up together.

You’d tried your best to enforce those moments, you really had. You’d asked him to join you for meals, asked him to walk with you around the ship, asked him to set aside time for you, but even still, he always ended up brushing you off with something about how she was “important to the success of the First Order.”

What about what’s important for the success of our relationship? You think bitterly as you stride through the ship, no particular destination in mind.

Left, left, right, left, right, each turn takes you farther and farther away from your empty room. Just what you need. You don’t feel like being reminded of that fact that he had left you alone, that he had chosen her over you once again.

It’s not for a bit that you finally look up and find yourself in a place you do not know. You current status turning from bitter to completely and utterly lost.

“Where the hell am I?” You ask the air around you, not expecting any answer due to the fact that you were alone.

“You’re in the prisoner’s quarters,” a voice pipes up from your left.

You jump in fright, whipping around to see that a doorway had opened up when you passed. It revealed a man strapped to a contraption that looked rather uncomfortable. A handsome man, in a rugged way, black curls, tan skin, not exactly your type but close enough.

“And you are?” You ask softly, entering the room cautiously.

“Why should I tell you?” He had a fair point, being the one tied up when you weren’t.

“Nevermind then,” you sit down in front of him, “I’ll just call you Joe.”

“My name’s no Joe,” he states indignantly.

“Then how about Matt?”

“That’s not my name either.”

“Liam?”

“No.”

“John?”

“No.”

“Thomas?”

“What’s with all these stereotypical names?”

“My creativity can only stretch so far,” you shrug, “you won’t give me your name so I’m trying to settle on something else to call you.”

“It’s Poe,” he finally states after a few seconds of consideration, “and you are?”

“Y/N,” you smile, trying to convey that you meant him no harm, “and I know it’s a stupid question but humor me. How had your day been so far?”

“Pretty good,” he plays along, “went to the gym, practiced with my blaster, had a pleasant conversation with a beautiful gal. All in all, it’s been a pretty decent day. What about you?”

“More or less the same. Got up, had some breakfast, took a stroll to nowhere in particular, had a nice conversation with some handsome guy,” you respond accordingly, both of you choosing to ignore the situation he was in.

“What did you have for breakfast?” He questions, continuing the flow of conversation.

“Had some blueberries with a slice of bread,” you respond, thinking back to your meal.

“I haven’t had blueberries since I was a kid,” he comments softly, "can’t remember what they taste like, just that they were good.”

“What if I brought you some later? If I can find my way back here?” Your offer, not for purely selfless reasons.

“I’d like that,” he grins, something that implies his stay just got a little bit better. Good.

“Then I’ll be back later with those blueberries.”

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And that was how it went for the next few weeks. Every meal you had, you would share with Poe, bringing him different types of food each time. It had become habit, a ritual, your new form of normal, and you liked it.

“How are you today kind sir?” You ask as you enter the room, two plates of strawberries, jam, and toast in your hands.

“Not too bad, my fair lady,” he responded playfully as you unlocked and unhooked the leather straps restricting his arms.

That was another thing that had changed, the level of trust you had in one another. At first you had fed him yourself, but somewhere along the line you began to release his bindings so he could eat on his own. He'd never once tried to get the key from you, not that you gave him much of a chance.

“Did anything interesting happen while I was away?” It was your typical way of starting a conversation.

“Not much besides getting grilled for information,” he answers plainly, taking a bite out of his toast.

“God, this is so good,” he mumbles through his mouthful, “can I have this tomorrow too?”

You let out a laugh, taking a bite out of your own toast and nodding, “that can be arranged.”

He pumps his fist in the arm, being careful to not jostle his other arm, a sight that makes you laugh out loud. It's a laugh that gets cut short when the door opens and Kylo Ren steps in, General Hux following short behind.

“Kylo Ren, General Hux,” you stand up, your plate forgotten on the ground, “what are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that question,” Kylo’s voice sounds through the helmet, slightly garbled from the voice modulation box.

“I was keeping the prisoner company,” you tell him, standing your ground.

“Seems like a little more than that,” Hux comments, to which you respond with a deathly stare.

If looks could kill, that man would be well past six feet under.

“That is enough,” Kylo boomed, “General Hux, re-strap the prisoner. And you, you will be coming with me.”

You looked over your shoulder at Poe as Kylo drags you out of the room, mouthing a quick “I’m sorry” before he disappears from view. You were worried for him and the pain Hux would instill upon him, but as Kylo strides down the corridor, you begin to worry more for yourself.

You count each turn as you take them, left, right, left, right, right, every single one nurturing the seed of fear rooted deep in your stomach. Whatever Kylo had in store for you, it likely wouldn’t be pretty.

You finally come to a stop at your door, his hand going to open it before pushing you inside with a surprising amount of gentleness. The second it closes behind him, his helmet is peeled off, his arms are wrapped around your waist, and his nose is buried into your hair.

“Kylo?” You ask softly, scared to move even a millimeter.

“I couldn’t find you,” he whispers softly, “I looked everywhere and I couldn’t find you. I thought you’d left me.”

You’re about to comfort him, about to wrap your arms around him, about to kiss him, but then you remember the reason you were with Poe in the first place.

“I should have,” you pull away from him, turning around to jab your finger into his chest, “with the way you’ve been treating me these past few weeks, I really should have.”

“What are you talking about?” A confused look crosses his face.

“You really don’t know? The all powerful Kylo Ren really doesn’t know why I’m mad?” You used his full title, something you only did when you were truly angry.

“I wouldn’t have asked you the question if I knew the answer. I don’t dance around the point like you do.” His answer only served to infuriate you more.

“Her,” you state, “you’ve been ignoring me for weeks because of her.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d have assumed you’d rather be in a relationship with her than me.” That last part was a teeny bit uncalled for but you didn’t care, you were livid with him.

The second he registered what you had said, his hand was pressing against your lips to keep you quiet while his other arm brought you back against his chest.

“Never,” he growled, his eyes staring into yours, “she means nothing to me. She is just a means to the end, a way to end those rebels once and for all. You, you my dear, are my everything, you are to be my Empress.”

That’s all it takes from your boyfriend for you to connect your lips to his, sealing his vow with a kiss.

“Then may the emperor reign supreme,” you smiles against his lips.

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Tea for two | Helmut Zemo

Requested by anon

Sequel to Tea for you

Zemo made the tea as he always did. The boys had got a lead and it was important they went and checked out the area. Of course, Zemo was going with them.

He was only making one cup today. The boys were insistent they had to leave soon.

After what Bucky did the other day, Zemo had begun to leave a Turkish Delight with your cup. It felt like he was completing his deed by doing both.

Once the tray was settled on the coffee table, he left with the boys. They were gone hours. Apparently it was a false lead, but Sam had picked up some information that may be useful. They would leave first thing tomorrow to check it out.

When they came back to the house, Zemo walked over to the tray. The tea was obviously cold now. He stared at the brightly coloured liquid.

Why was he still holding onto hope?

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. He didn't need let his emotions get the better of him here.

You're dead. You're not coming back.

His fists clench in his gloves, the leather creaking ever so slightly from the motion. His heart will never heal.

Helmut picks up the tray and takes it over to the sink, tipping the cold tea away and washing the cup delicately as always. Once it's crystal clean, he holds it up and runs his thumb over the side. Even in the moment he wishes beyond belief you would come here and take it from him.

He sets the cup down and goes to bed.

Sam has them all up early. He wants to leave as soon as possible, but Zemo insists on pouring the tea as he always does. Sam sighs and tells him to be quick, he knows what this means to Zemo, but they can't waste too much time.

Zemo goes to get the teapot, but their morning is interrupted by Walker. John storms in like he owns the place and points at Sam.

"You know!"

"Hey, relax man."

"You know where they are." Walker got a little too close to Sam.

"We think we might know. There is a difference."

Bucky steps in, "back off."

Zemo sighs and puts down the teapot. He walks over to where the commotion is happening and comes to Sam's aid.

"We have information. You let us take you to where we think they are, you leave us to our own investigation," Zemo offers.

"If they're there, we are not wasting time talking to them. We need to stop them," Walker hissed, his eyes focused on Sam.

"Hell no, we do this my way. Go in guns blazing, they'll flee before we even have a chance," Sam states. "Be smart about this."

"I am smart."

No you're not. Zemo could almost hear your voice. He resisted a smile. Oh, the fun you would be having if you were here.

"Fine, let's go." Walker spat.

Teapot neglected, they leave the house. It pains him to leave without doing his little ritual, but time is of the essence. He's sure you would forgive him.

Hours. They're gone hours. All day, almost. The sun will be setting soon, that's for sure.

They enter the safe-house. It's quiet as they all go their separate ways. Zemo instantly goes over to the sofa, relaxing into the cushions. He was so tired. Tired of Walker, tired of all the fighting that ensued today, tired of being lonely.

He sighs and sits up, maybe he could have some tea with you now. It's later than usual, but it would still count.

He goes to get up, but something catches his eye. The tray he uses is sitting in front of him and a little note is resting on it. He leans over and pluck the note from where it sat.

'I missed your tea today'

He sat up straighter. What was this? It looked like your handwriting, but thats5not possible. Had Sam or Bucky done this to spite him? A cruel joke it would be, but when would they have had time to do it? Zemo had been with them all day.

Maybe I have finally lost my mind.

He stares at the neat handwriting. His heart is calling out to you and it hurts. He holds the note to his heart, his fingers squeezing the paper.

I need you.

He falls asleep right there on the sofa, the note crumpled up in his chest.

The next day, he pretends nothing happened. He had woken up before the other two and prepared the tea as he always did. This time he stared at your cup as he drank his own. That note was a sick joke and he hated it.

Do not give me hope where there is none.

He was stirred from his hopeless wishing when Sam came into the room. The other man stood opposite from where he sat, looking at him.

"We, uh, should go now. I think Karli is making a move."

"Right." Zemo places his half empty cup down next to yours and stands up. He goes to grab his coat.

The building has very people in it when they arrive. It's almost as they had been expected to arrive, which didn't sit right with Zemo. This could put them at a disadvantage.

"Keep your guard up."

They stepped carefully through the halls, looking into each room. There was no sign of anyone. Eventually they had come to the courtyard. It was closed in by the building, too many convenient spots to be ambushed from above.

"I don't like this," Bucky muttered, eyes moving from one spot to the next.

Sam was jumped from behind seconds later. Flag Smashers came out from every direction. Zemo held up his gun and began to shoot, any of them would help fulfil his work.

Bucky was fighting off to of them, Sam used his wings to his advantage, but the fact that Zemo was armed was concerning to him.

"You have a gun?"

"Of course I do, you didn't think I was coming here unprepared, did you?" He shot a few more bullets, two of them hitting his moving target. He just had to finish the job.

A shield flew past, knocking out the man he had shot.

Great, Walker was here.

Zemo chose to ignore the oncoming headache and closed in on the Flag Smasher, he aimed for the head. However, before he could take his shot, Walker was on him. He had grabbed Zemo from behind, using his arm to lock around his neck and pull him backwards. He pushed Zemo to the ground and held the shield up, so ready to get rid of him.

Walker suddenly fell the ground unconscious.

Zemo looked up to see someone impossible.

"It can't be."

You were standing over him, a gun in your hand. You had whacked Walker pretty darn hard with the butt end.

"Hello stranger."

Zemo had to be dreaming. You couldn't be here, you just couldn't!

You hold out your hand. It looked so real. His hand reaches for yours. He flinched when his fingers touch your own. He thought they would just pass through or tour would disappear entirely, but you curl your fingers around his wrist and pull him up. He stands.

"You not going to say anything?" You ask, softly.

"How?"

You smile and reach up, caressing his cheek. His tears fall. You were really here in front of him. The Baron leans into your touch, a gasp escaping his lips.

"I'm here, my love, my Liebling."

He loses his composure and envelopes you in his arms, holding you to him like a lifeline. He buries his face into the crook of your neck. His quiet cries break your heart, but you had expected this much.

He believed you to be dead.

All this time, all those years, he had been alone.

"How?" He asks again.

"I'll tell you later, but we should probably leave." You pull away to look at him. "Look at you, still handsome as ever," you chuckle.

He smiles before he pulls you in to kiss you. It was long overdue and he needed this. He needed you. You melt against him, focusing only giving him what he wanted.

Sam clears his throat.

You both pull away you smiling at each other. Helmut reaches for your hand, you give it a little squeeze.

"Apologies."

"Who is this?" Bucky asks, looking at you.

"This is Y/N."

"Know each other, do you?" Sam is trying to grin. He saw exactly what you two were up to while he and Bucky fought off the masses.

"Something like that," Zemo replies.

"I think I'm owed a cup of tea, Helmut." You look at him.

"About that, how did you know? That note..."

"I've been watching over you since you got out of prison. I was watching over you back when you were tearing the Avengers a part."

"I thought you were dead."

"I'm sorry, Helmut."

He brings you into his arms again, holding you close to him.

"I forgive you."

You cling to him.

"Wait, this is who you keep making tea for?" Bucky asks.

You nod at him when you pull away from Zemo once more.

"Thank you for the Turkish Delights, by the way. That was you, wasn't it?" You ask him.

Bucky looks a little startled.

"Uh, yeah."

"Maybe we should go back and catch up. I have a lot of time to make up for." You look at Zemo.

"I want to hear everything," Zemo says, smiling.

"I won't leave out a detail."

Zemo keeps a hold of you as you all leave. He was never going to let go of you again. He had lost you once before and it was the worst pain imaginable.

Not even Walker's headache, when he wakes up, will be remotely close, and that will hurt a lot.

You are reunited with the one person you love the most. Happy doesn't even cover it.

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