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archangeldyke-all · 1 year ago

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soft/needy/clingy sevika? 🥺

i love you babe, i hope you’re having the most incredible day. you deserve the world <3

awee thank u so much !! <333

men and minors dni

you're just about to turn in for bed when there's a knock at your door.

the only time someone knocks on your door this late at night without previous notice is when that someone is sevika. you grin as you run toward the living room, flinging your door open to reveal your girlfriend.

she looks exhausted. but the moment she sees you, the tension in her shoulders disappears, and she smiles, slumping forward to collapse into your arms.

"hi, honey." you say, wrapping her up into a warm hug. she sighs.

"hey, baby."

"you okay?" you ask as you guide her into your apartment. she trails behind you, touching you the entire walk to the bedroom.

she's quiet as she collapses onto your bed, and you smile down at her.

sevika gets like this sometimes-- all needy and clingy-- and it's the cutest fucking thing in the world.

she's making grabby hands at you from her spot, but you dodge her grasp to start undressing her from her day-clothes.

you start at her feet, unlacing her boots. she sighs when her feet are freed, and you quickly peel off her socks before moving up to unbutton her pants.

as you slowly strip her down to just her boxers, she finds her words, your touch bringing her back to life.

"i just missed you." she whispers, her eyes big and watery as she watches you work. you smile, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before you crawl into bed beside her.

you curl around her and she shifts in your arms until her nose is brushing yours and your knees are knocking. you start trailing your hand up and down her spine, and watch as she melts under your touch.

"i missed you too." you say. she smiles shyly.

"really? it's only been twelve hours since we saw each other." she says, a little self consciously, like she's worried that her sudden appearance at your doorstep might be over-stepping. she's always insecure about her clingy side, and it only makes you love her more.

"really, sev. wish i could spend every minute with you." you say. sevika smiles, big and toothy, and she leans forward to nuzzle her nose against yours.

"me too." she admits. you giggle.

"i love you." you say. sevika grins.

"i love you too." she says.

"you gonna spend the night here?" you ask. she shrugs.

"if you want me."

"shut the fuck up, i always want you. please stay." you say. sevika sighs happily, closing her eyes in satisfaction at your words.

she's so fucking cute it makes you want to squeal.

"okay." she says, like she didn't walk all the way across town just to be with you. "i'll stay."

you kiss her forehead, and she giggles, a sweet little sound.

"you sleepy?" you ask. she nods, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you closer toward her.

"was tryin' to sleep at home, but i couldn't without you there. missed you. i've gotten used to you squishing me in my sleep-- now bed feels empty without you." she says. your heart skips a beat and you kiss her again.

"you should just move in with me." you whisper.

sevika's sleepy eyes pop right back open, big and bugging out of her skull as she looks at you. you smirk. sevika blinks several times, trying to take in your words, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly as she tries to find her words.

"wh-- seriously?"

"dead serious." you say, nodding. she huffs a little disbelieving laugh, her lips quirking up at the side.

"you-- you won't get sick of me? i'm not very organized-- you know i leave my clothes all over the place. and i work horrible hours, i'll always be waking you up in the middle of the night. and--"

"sevika." you cut her off. she gulps and looks at you with stars in her eyes. "i know all of this already." you say, giggling. "we've been together for two years. you're over here five nights of the week anyways. i still want more of you. i want all of you, always." you remind her. she blinks back tears, then leans forward to bury her face against your throat.

you give her time to collect herself, continuing to stroke your nails up and down her spine, scratching your free hand through her hair.

sevika always gets a little shaky when she's like this. she's tough and stoic all the time, and it took her months to finally open up to you and show you how clingy and soft she can really be. you know how vulnerable she is in this state, and you feel like the luckiest person in the world to be the person she's trusted her sweet heart with.

eventually she catches her breath, pulling away just an inch, her voice wobbly as she speaks.

"okay." she whispers. you grin.

"yeah?"

"yes. please."

"thank fuck." you say, giggling as you pepper her face with kisses. she starts to laugh in your hold, giddy and excited, and when she pulls away enough to look you in the eye, she's got tears running down her cheeks. you coo, cupping her cheeks and wiping up her tears.

"are you sure?" she asks again.

"quit fucking asking me that!" you laugh. sevika snorts. "more sure than i've ever been about anything, okay?"

"okay." sevika says, giggling.

"now go to sleep because the first thing we're doing when we wake up is going to yours to pack your shit up." you say. sevika grins.

"okay."

"goodnight, baby." you whisper, kissing her forehead. "i love you so fucking much."

"'s kinda gay to say to your roommate." she teases. you snort and tug her hair, and she bursts into laughter.

"shut the fuck up." you giggle. sevika hums, then pushes on your shoulder and pins you to the mattress, before flopping right on top of you, nuzzling her face against the crook of your neck and shoulder. you kiss her cheek and wrap your arms around her waist.

"i love you too, you know?" she asks. you smile.

"i know baby." you say.

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historicalasiandramas · 1 year ago

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CLJ Recaps

TW: child abuse, torture, self harm, gaslighting

Orchid thinks she's in an ep of Scooby Doo while I am in hell. I hated this episode. I hate what the writers are doing and I hate Orchid for constantly ignoring DFQC's boundaries.

Shangque tells her that he doesn't really know much about the murder of DFQC's father. The only thing he know is that forbidden magic was performed, and apparently no one else has ever been able to do it before.

He says that the ritual is recorded in an ancient, secret book and is extremely difficult to perform. It was also extremely difficult to watch, and guess what! We get to see it happen again :)

Ofc Orchid wants to know where the book is and SQ tells her: in the late Moon Supreme's room. Which has been burned to ashes. Let's go anyway!

Shanque and Jieli both try to stop her from entering the forbidden chambers. The punishment for being caught here is: branding, tongue removal, and torture til death.

He straight up tells Orchid that she gets away with shit that nobody else can, but the ONE thing that always sets DFQC off is his father. In 38k years, none who have offended Moon Supreme in regards to his late father have been left alive. Orchid insists that she wants to help ease DFQC's worries and this apparently moves SQ. Jieli babe, you're the only brain cell left!

Meanwhile, Moon Supreme himself is hardcore suffering. The accelerated healing of his Heart Tree has now caused the frozen tundra to reveal an ocean and sunlight. It's too much too fast, and it's causing him to have seizures and sweat. In his frustration, he goes directly to the source and attempts to burn the tree with hellfire. Despite being engulfed in flame, the tree continues to heal.

There's something about this scene, with DFQC slumped on the ground in defeat. Up until now, we've seen him defeat every foe and overcome every obstacle with ease. This is the first time the viewers see a weak and scared version of this man. He's used up his power and it didn't work.

And it doesn't stop the memories. Milf maid is apparently called Auntie Wu, and when it's discovered that she was the one who taught the young prince woodcarving and playing the guqin, the previous Moon Supreme decrees that she should be executed. While the young DFQC begs for her life, Auntie Wu remains graceful and still.

She brushes the tears from his cheek before being hauled away. In his anger, young!DFQC grabs the blade from the nearest guard and launches at his father, stopping just before the blade hits his neck.

Old Moon Supreme demands to know why DFQC didn't kill him. "Because you're my father," he says. We then see the young prince battered and bloody as he spars with his father, who calls him a coward and asks when he'll learn hellfire. He is physically abused.

Tormented by having to relive not only the physical but emotional pain, the present DFQC opens the door to a cave that reveals a very familiar iron maiden type device. He takes a deep breath, casts a spell, and then puts himself back inside. He'd rather go through the entire ritual again than feel. I absolutely hated watching this part.

Back to the Scooby gang, Jieli unsuccessfully tries to convince the other two that their search is a waste of time and they should go back. But there's one last place they haven't checked: the throne. Push the button, Kronk Orchid!

Turns out there's a secret compartment! Ofc there is. And in that compartment is a box that contains...the ashes of the book she was looking for. SQ says, "I told you so" in the nicest way possible and he and JL turn to leave. Orchid stops them with an important revelation:

I didn't make the connection between Orchid's powers and restoring the book until I saw that the box was made of wood. I forgot that paper is also made of plants. And her powers work!

Back in the torture chamber, we go from current day DFQC to when he first had his emotions removed. His younger version begs his father to kill him instead. Old Moon Supreme says that until his son forgets about parental love & brotherhood, he will not be released from the spell. He then questions DFQC to see if the torture worked. Young!DFQC answers that he remembers the vow to revive the Moon Tribe and crush Shuiyuntian. This pleases his father, who says there's only one more step to go.

The scene changes to a cavern of lava where father and son are sparring. This time, Old Moon Supreme seems winded and young!DFQC seems completely changed.

His eyes are cold and he is focused only on his victory. As he passes his father, the court members present kneel and declare him the new Moon Supreme for defeating his father in combat. And the theme song lyrics perfectly match the scene that unfolds:

As I said before, I'm really not interested in redeeming his father or finding out why he did anything but it seems like he thought that being alive was a stumbling block for his son's greatness. Personally I think that abusing your son is a bigger stumbling block, but what do I know? :)

Now that Orchid knows exactly what DFQC went through, she sheds a single tear and stumbles backward. Shangque also understands why his lord has been so unstable recently: because his Love Tree coming back to life means that DFQC's childhood memories also came back.

Orchid doesn't understand why Old Moon Surpreme would put his son through all this, and refuses to accept it. Why? This entire thing is none of her business! Despite Jieli repeatedly trying to get Orchid to leave, she continues rifling through the room for some sort of "clue" to her whackass theory.

Shangque even tells Orchid that she can't undo over 30k years of a grudge and should just walk away. But ofc she finds "proof": the guqin that young DFQC carved for his father, the ball he played with as a child, and a record written by an attendant who shadowed the boy and wrote about his daily activities.

She unravels the account to read from it and discovers something shocking:

Old Moon Supreme tested his sons' ability to wield the Hellfire Sword. Xunfeng couldn't even lift it, but Qingcang had no difficulty. That was when Old Moon Supreme realized that his eldest son was the only one other than Yannu who could wield the blade. Orchid goes on to hardcore project onto the old man, claiming he must have felt sad to discover that DFQC had such a lonely life ahead of him.

But then my girl Jieli reality checks Orchid. Thank gods.

Unfortunately what Orchid hears is "go ask him yourself." Which is something she can do! When they die, the spirits of both fairies and Moon Tribe members go to the realm at the bottom of Memory Loss River. One cannot simply walk into the land of spirits and strike up a conversation, though. All you need is a ranxi flower, but those have apparently been extinct for millennia.

JL's primary concern is always money, so she mentions that even a dead ranxi flower would cost thousands of spirit stones. This catches Orchid's interest and she asks if JL knows of any withered ranxi flowers. Guess what! There's one in the palace! Ofc there is.

Someone was able to obtain a dead ranxi flower and presented it to Xunfeng. It's being kept in the Pavilion of Spiritual Treasures. Orchid excitedly declares that they should go and get it! JL says there's no need since she's already stolen it. Why would she mention something is worth a lot of money and NOT have an interest? Unfortunately everyone in this gd show is weak to Orchid's puppy dog eyes.

After acquiring the withered blossom, Orchid attempts to use her magic to heal it. It proves resistant and JL isn't surprised. Orchid insists that if she can heal a Love Tree, she can definitely heal an ancient plant that lets you speak to the dead. While JL goes to take a nap in annoyance, Orchid continues to feed the flower her spiritual energy until it's late at night. She doesn't even notice that her wound has opened up again and she's bleeding.

JL wakes up and demands to know why Orchid is still trying before she notices the blood. While she attempts to force Orchid to stop, the ranxi flower suddenly comes back to life.

I assume that it only took a few drops of blood to revive the flower because it was Orchid's blood and her greatest power to unlock is purification. Naturally, since Orchid is bleeding, DFQC is too.

He seems to contemplate for a moment but then pulls his sleeve back down. You can see that he's wearing the jade ring and Orchid has kept the Heart-Hidden Hairpin on as well, so neither of them can sense each others' emotions.

When we jump back to the girls, Orchid is suited up to go for a swim that she might not come back from. JL warns her of the danger and asks what Orchid will do if she finds the previous Moon Supreme and he can't remember anything. She also says the same thing I've been saying this entire godsdamned time!

Sometimes it really isn't that deep! But Orchid says that she doesn't want people to misunderstand DFQC and thanks JL for worrying about her. Of course, Jieli herself doesn't admit that her love language is words of degradation and scoffs at the idea of being worried about Orchid. Moments later she tells Orchid to be careful. What's the Chinese term for tsundere?

After doing the MOST Sailor Moon-esque dive I've ever seen, Orchid leaps into the whirlpool and immediately gets tossed around by the current before steeling herself and pushing through.

The scene then switches to Xunfeng being prepared for his execution. He stares up at an empty throne, surrounded by lava in the very place their father was killed.

As DFQC is heading to the execution site, another wound appears on his arm and he decides it's time to investigate the mess Orchid has gotten herself into this time. It's apparently been 4 hours on the surface, and JL is worriedly hovering near the edge of the cliff when Moon Supreme appears. He demands to know where Orchid is and then immediately jumps in after her.

Orchid makes it to the Realm of Return to Ruin (Viki subs. I can't make sense of it either) and it literally just looks like a palace at the bottom of the river.

After all her bravado, Orchid now seems back to her timid self. She asks the glowing ball if it is the spirit of the previous Moon Supreme and it makes a chime in affirmation. The spell seems to require several steps. First, she needs the mirror JL gave her to make sure Orchid remembers this conversation when she returns to the surface. Second, she needs the ranxi flower. As she's preparing, DFQC grabs her wrist to stop her.

HIs voice is flat even though he asks what she's doing and tells her to go back. Orchid refuses, saying she has questions to ask. When he asks what questions, she admits that she intends to ask his father why he abused his son.

THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING! When DFQC raises his voice at her, Orchid falls silent. The spirit orb circles them and his voice becomes reflective. The father that seemed so tall and mighty in life is now nothing but a blip of light. He says that Orchid needn't ask the spirit anything.

He turns to leave, but Orchid is relentless. He clearly wants to drop the subject but she won't let him! It's driving me crazy how insensitive she's been this entire ep! She asks if Old Moon Supreme didn't love his son, why would he keep his zither? DFQC angrily retorts that the instrument was destroyed by his father's own hands.

Orchid presents the intact zither and he jerkily moves his head to stare at it, and then her. He states the obvious: "You broke into the forbidden palace." She admits that she did and begs him to let her ask since they're already here. He softly refuses and again tries to get her to leave, but Orchid goes back and places the ranxi flower on the throne to summon the previous Moon Supreme.

DFQC remains still as a stone but doesn't turn around as the spirit takes human form. He asks how long he's been there and Orchid tells him it's been 30,000 years. He then turns and asks who she is.

With this wig, he looks SO much like Xunfeng! Orchid simply says that she was sent by his son, and Old Moon Supreme immediately assumes that she's talking about Qingcang. The first thing he asks is if DFQC has wiped out Shuiyuntian.

DFQC sounds annoyed but not surprised. It's always, "Have you committed genocide yet, son?" and not "How are you?" Orchid then presents the zither and asks if the old man recognizes it. He recalls that DFQC gave it to him on his birthday, but he destroyed it. It made him sad.

Old Moon Supreme tenses when DFQC yells and he finally turns around to look his father in the eyes.

The episode ends with the old man looking at his adult son and whispering his name. It would be funny if the ranxi flower acted like the Speak with Dead spell in D&D and Old Moon Supreme disappeared after 5 questions. Alas, this seems plot integral.

#clj recap #clj #苍兰诀 #love between fairy and devil #lbfad #cdrama

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joels-fave-jacket · 2 years ago

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she's still gone

joel miller x reader

warnings: brief discription of injury, death, swearing, violence

joel hands you off to tommy after you're injured in the explosion, and nothing stays the same after that.

the sun shone in through the blinds, gently coaxing you from your sleep. as you awoke, the weight of joel's arm across your waist, and the gentle exhales of his breath on the back of your neck lulling you back to sleep. but, as the alarm starts to go off, you begrudgingly make your way out of bed, stumbling around to shut it off.

sarah whips the door open just as you manage to get the damn thing to shut off, and you smile apologetically as she glares at you, sleep still present in her eyes. "sorry, babe, your dad's limbs are too heavy," you laughed and she chuckled, sending you a mock side eye as she turns away back to her bedroom.

"mmm, mornin' sunshine," the familiar nickname rolling off his tongue still gave you butterflies, even after three years. "morning baby, happy birthday," you smiled, crawling across the bed to his open arms.

"thank you," he pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly against him. the feeling of his steady heart rate and breathing, and his body heat against your chest threatening to put you back asleep.

"as much as i'd love to go back to sleep, you've gotta get to work." you sigh, pushing yourself off his chest and pulling him by the arm up from the bed.

"nooooo," joel whined, something you'd never expect to come from a man like him.

"yes, you're gonna be late to work and sarah's gonna be late to school," you chimed, throwing a clean t-shirt at his bare chest.

"I think I'll just skip today. call sarah in sick,"

"no, come on. tommy'll drag you to work," you scolded, opening the door and welcoming the wash of cool air. you padded down the stairs, joel following suit.

"where's the pancake mix?" sarah asked as you made it into the kitchen.

you turned to him, and he sighed, throwing his head back. "dammit."

sarah's shoulders slumped slightly, but she turned to the stove anyway, the pan of oil sizzling and a carton of eggs out in front of her. "its okay, we've got eggs and sausage instead,"

you smiled at her, pulling joel to sit at the table as you moved to make him a cup of black coffee, just the way he liked it. "thank you, baby," he grumbled out, the smell of coffee making him feel a little more awake. you moved over to help sarah plate and serve the breakfast she made. you made up a plate and set it in the microwave, fully expecting tommy to come hungry.

setting the plates in front of yours and joel's spots, you sat, digging in. the door burst open, thanks to tommy's rude introduction. 'birthday pancakes?" he asked hopefully as he looked at the plates in front of the three of you.

"nope. dad forgot," sarah remarked.

"there's a plate of sausage and eggs for you in the microwave," you motioned towards it.

"thanks y/n/n,"

"mhm," you answered, mouth full. it was little moments like this, you thought as tommy set his full plate down across from sarah, that you really felt lucky. sure you weren't the richest people in town, but you lived comfortably, and with the people you loved.

"all right, we'd better get going if you wanna be on time to school today," joel remarked, setting his plate in the sink and kissing the crown of your head.

"you'll be home early?" you asked hopefully.

he frowned lightly. "nine. the latest."

"with a cake," sarah chimed in.

"yes. nine o'clock, with a cake." joel confirmed, grabbing his stuff and tommy as they headed out the door.

you had already worked your twelve hour shifts for the week, seeing as it was friday, and you were ready to clean up and get the rest of joel's gift ready. he had been eyeing a new truck for a while now, and you were finally at a place where you could get it for him. you were beyond ecstatic, and it was ready to be picked up today. you'd leave to go get it at 3, and pick up sarah along the way, where she'd have his watch fixed and packaged up.

three o'clock rolled around, and as you walked into the dealership, you ignored the weird feeling, and met the salesman in his office to sign the last of the paperwork.

"you're our last sale of the day, mrs. miller, quite frankly you're lucky to have gotten in. we're about ready to close up now." the man informed you.

"oh, well, thank you for seeing this through. my husband had been eyeing it for a while, im just glad we could finally get it for him." you smiled gratefully at the man.

he nodded, an uncomfortable look rested upon his features and you tried your best to ignore it, but the feeling in the pit of your stomach made you queasy.

driving the brand new truck out of the dealership, your mind was going haywire. everything you had been hearing recently about the outbreak made you wonder if people were just being paranoid, or maybe everything really was going to shit.

you grabbed sarah from the clock makers, and she excitedly showed you the watch. you were happy about it, and sure joel would love it, but as they boarded up the windows and door to the shop, you couldn't get that feeling out of your stomach.

"dad should be home soon, along with uncle tommy. do you think he's gonna like the new truck? or do you think it's too much? i know we've only been together three years but-"

"y/n, relax. he's going to love it. and it doesn't matter how long you've been together, you're family. we all love you."

you smiled gratefully at the teenager, as she seemed to be able to read you like an open book.

sarah and you sat on the couch, watching as the clock hit ten. "he said nine," sarah mumbled, her head dropping onto your shoulder.

"I know kiddo, but he'll be home soon."

as sarah sighed in agreement, joel pushed the door open. "hey, my two favorite girls," he let out a breath of relief.

"hi baby how was-"

"where's the cake, dad?" sarah asked.

joel's shoulders dropped. the bakery was closed. tomorrow." he promised.

she nodded, giving him a small smile to tell him it was okay.

"by the way, who's truck is outside?"

you smirked at him. "yours, baby."

he cocked his head like a confused puppy. "mine?"

"yes, yours. i know you've been wanting it, and i finally worked up enough hours that i could afford to pay it off."

joel smiled brightly at you, striding forward to pick you up and spin you around the living room. "fuck, thank you darlin'. i love you so damn much,"

you giggled as he spun you around, letting him know he deserved it. "oh, and sarah's got an even better present for you."

she handed him the box, watching as he carefully opened it. inside lay the watch he'd been meaning to fix for weeks. "i knew you wouldn't do it."

joel beamed at the two of you. "my favorite girls. i love you both so much more than you could ever know." joel gushed.

"we love you too, baby," you smiled, melting into his embrace.

sarah began to softly snore, and you motioned for joel to take her up to bed. as joel trekked up the stairs, his phone rang. “hello?”

“y/n,” tommy’s voice rang out, a sigh of relief leaving him.

“tommy, what’s the matter?”

“i’m in big trouble y/n/n.”

“hang on, tommy, what do you mean big trouble?”

“i’m at the jail. this guy wouldn’t stop.”

“okay, okay. off county nine?” joel walked down the stairs at this point, cocking his eyebrow at the worried look on your face. you pulled the phone away from you and mouthed 'tommy'. he nodded, knowing how his brother got.

“yes. can you come get me? i swear i'll make it up to you guys." he was begging at this point.

"of course, tommy. we'll be there in thirty."

joel sighed as the two of you loaded up in his truck. "i'm sorry he's doin' this, baby, i know you were excited for a night in."

"i feel bad, it's your birthday." you reminded him, settling your hand ontop of his resting on your thigh.

"ah, it's alright. i'm with the woman i love, that's all i could ask for." He looked over at you, his eyes shining with adoration.

by the time the three of you got home it was two a.m., and you had seen the shitshow of the town you came to love. speeding down the street, joel was the first to spot sarah, running out into the street, and the old lady from next door crawling after her. you watched in horror, jumping out with joel and pulling sarah as quickly as you could into the back of the truck. "it's okay baby, it's okay."

"y/n, what the hell is happening?" sarah asked, and tommy and joel's voices kept you distracted.

"i don't know. but we'll be alright." you saw joel's arm raise with the heavy tool in his hand, and held sarah's head to your chest as he swung it, killing your sweet, infected neighbor.

tommy and joel whipped open the doors, getting in and thinking of what to do as the infected filed into the street. "what are we doin' here, joel?"

"i don't know, i don't know. just drive tommy, drive!"

tommy stepped on it, and joel's hand came back behind the seat, and you held it as tightly as you could while still holding onto sarah. the truck was nearly silent as tommy drove, up until you came across your close friend's house, completely ablaze.

"fuck," you muttered, hoping they were out of town this week. joel's hand squeezed yours as the tears began to well.

sarah noticed, and squeezed your middle tighter, resting her head on your chest.

"where did this come from?" sarah asked lightly, the first words other than directions from joel to tommy.

"they're thinking the city," tommy mentioned.

"oh. they were bringing mrs. adler into the city. was it for long enough?"

"probably not," you reassured her, resting your head ontop of hers.

"we're safe, baby," joel told her.

"fuck," tommy muttered as you approached a traffic block.

"everyone had the same idea. alright, hold on, tommy, cut through the field we'll go west."

"yeah, west. west, west, west." tommy repeated to himself as he drove.

"shit, military." joel muttered.

"isn't that good?" sarah asked.

"for them, but that's the highway we're trying to get to."

"alright, head north."

"there'll be a lot of people," tommy looked at joel, but he shook his head.

"we can't go south, can't go west, can't go east. Hell else we supposed to go?"

"tommy come on!" you urged him, hoping the cops in front of you weren't going to get to you.

"fuck, where are we gonna go?" tommy asked as he drove.

"i don't know. far, as far as we can get. mexico? i don't know."

"how much gas?" you asked, scared for the answer. you hadn't filled it on the way home from the dealership.

tommy glanced down. "three quarter tank."

"Go through town, golf course by the river, straight across, we pick up the highway on the other side of the blockade…"

"then we’re out."

as the four of you approached the town, the first thing you saw was the fire. then it was the people, then the infected. chaos rang around you, and as you approached you held sarah's head in your chest. she was shaking, and you were too.

tommy slowed to a stop, seeing all the people in the street.

"what are you doing?" joel demanded.

"what the hell do you mean? the people are in the way!"

"we don't got a choice tommy-" joel was cut off by a gritty rumbling. "back! back back back back," joel yelled.

"i'm trying!"

"faster, tommy, faster!"

"i can't! there's no where to go!"

"an alley, find an alley or something,"

"the people-"

"roll over 'em, i don't care. we can't stay on this street."

"that's what i'm tryin'-"

"dad-" sarah was cut off by an explosion. a plane crashed behind you, and suddenly everything was muffled. you were upside down, and sarah was ontop of you. you groaned, feeling her start to move.

"sarah, baby, are you okay? don't move," you asked slowly, your head pounding as you felt the shattered glass digging into the skin of your head.

"yeah, just- my ankle," she cried. joel approached her side of the truck, leaning in to pull her out.

"come on, sarah, i've gotta get you out. i know it hurts, baby,"

she cried as he pulled her out. passing her off to tommy, he turned around to you holding the back of your head as you tried to sit up. he nearly vommited as he saw the chunk of glass sticking from your abdomen, and the blood and flesh pooling around it.

"y/n, sweetheart, stop moving."

"what, why? i'm fine, my head is just bleeding."

"y/n, stop. it's more than just your head."

"what? no it's not," you leaned forward, and a searing pain stabbed through your stomach, causing you to let out a shout.

joel cringed as the noise rang out. turning to tommy he yelled, "get her out! get sarah out!"

tommy nodded, turning around and getting her to a safer alley.

"alright, y/nn, you gotta breathe with me here. I'm gonna pull you out, but you can't look down."

"joel, i'm a nurse, i can handle this," you muttered, giving a passing glance to your abdomen, and getting lightheaded. it was different when it was you.

"oh fuck," you muttered, throwing your head back as joel's arms wrapped around your hips, pulling you forward through the gap in the truck.

"alright, it's okay. it's gonna be okay. we're gonna get you help."

you sighed, tilting your head back against his shoulder, the noises being drowned out as the hot, pulsating pain radiated throughout your body.

you fell limp in his arms, and joel panicked. he may not have known much about trauma injury, but he figured you should be awake. he nudged your head with his shoulder, and you groaned as you woke.

"gotta stay awake baby, gotta stay awake for me." joel muttered as he walked, hoping to find a med kit or something somewhere.

he and tommy ran into each other, and sarah was in hysterics. "joel, you gotta take her. i'll find something to help y/n, but i can't help sarah anymore,"

joel hesitated. it wasn't that he doubted his brother's ability to save you, but tommy didn't know you like joel did. he didn't know how stubborn you were, or how you got snappy when you were tired, or how independent you were, even when you were on the verge of death.

but, sarah's tears swayed him. you were grown, tommy was grown, you'd be okay. tommy would get you help and you'd find each other again in no time. you'd all be reunited and everything would be okay.

joel could not have been more wrong.

sarah was dead, but he had you and tommy still.

the three of you worked together, though it didn't feel right, and eventually, tommy couldn't take it anymore. so, he left to join a group he thought would do better than you and joel did.

in the beginning, you and joel grew apart. the tension after losing sarah was rising, and he couldn't help but blame himself. if he had left sarah with tommy, she could still be alive. and maybe you'd be the same girl he fell in love with. but he didn't, she was still gone, and you had changed. for the better or worse, he still was sure of.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #tlou #tlou show #joel tlou #the last of us #tlou hbo #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #tommy tlou #sarah tlou

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superpositvecloudshipper · 2 years ago

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Injured Anthony lockwood x reader part 1

Anthony's pov:

It was around six in the morning when he stumbled back home. Anthony lockwood owner of the most *prestigious agency*(according to him of course) his shirt stained with blood and his coat having been shredded all along the side.

As he collapsed onto the couch he heard hurried footsteps come rushing down the stairs. "lockwood where have yo-" y/n his best friend in the world also his crush stared wide eyed at his bloodstained form. "hey" he weakly replied. "WTH HAPPENED" they all but yelled at him "why didn't you wait for me or George or Lucy to come with you we've all been worried sick about you, you bloody moron" "

"I'm sorry y/n but it was just faster to go myself and I'm not that hurt its just a couple of small scratches" he said trying his best to give the full Anthony lockwood grin but wincing as his side protested.

Y/n pov:

*the bloody idiot hasn't even got cleaned up you know you should be mad at him and maybe tomorrow you will be but right now you are focusing on making sure the love of your life and employer stays in the living realm. "I'm going to get the first aid kit don't even think about going to your room"

"wouldn't dream of it darling" lockwood says his characteristic smirk plastered on his face despite the slight pain it causes. As you grab the first aid kit from the other room you manage to regain your composure lockwood flirts with loads of people and it doesn't mean anything to him but to you the girl/boy who is head over heels for him it's hard you wish he would just call you pet names but that won't happen he's your boss and your just a colleague. After straightening yourself out you walk back into the other room and sit next to him placing the first aid kit by your side. "Anthony your gonna have to remove your coat and shirt for me okay" you ask nervously. "sure" he replies "but I may need a little help with the shirt"

"of course" you say trying not to think aboyt the fact that you will be seeing him without a shirt on.

Anthony's pov:

As y/n helps gently peel off my coat and shirt I see their eyes dart down my chest taking in my lean build and toned muscles while blushing a deep red. It makes me feel confident and a little powerful knowing I have such an effect on them. "your staring babe" I say in a slightly lower and deeper voice. "you wish" they reply their eyes locking with mine before they open up the first aid kit taking out antiseptic wipes and gauze for the cuts on my side. As they gently dab at the wounds I can't help but stare at their face it's slightly scrunched in concentration hair falling slightly across their face it's just one of the many things that I love about them.

Y/n's pov:

You can't help but be a little flustered at looking at a shirtless Anthony lockwood it definetly is not helping you get over your crush on him. As gently as possible you disinfect and patch up the cuts on his side you should probably be asking what happened but your to tired to care all that matters is that he is safe and now hopefully on the mend, unable to stop yourself after putting away the first aid kit you slump down next to him and before you know what's happening your fast asleep laying on the person you love the mosts chest.

Anthony's pov:

I was going to suggest y/n go to bed as it is very late... Scratch that early and they need rest but as I'm about to I feel a slight weight on my chest and look down to see y/n sleeping on top of me head resting on my shoulder arm slung slightly over my stomach. I can't help the slight blush that rises to my cheeks this time the person I love the most is lying in my arms I know I should probably take them back to their own bed but the lack of sleep and blood has made me slightly woozy so instead I Pull a blanket from the back of the couch over us both and settle myself and them down in a more comfy position. Me laying with my back on the couch and y/n resting on top of me face in the crook of my neck with my arms wrapped around them. For once I finally feel my body succumbing to a natural and pleasurable sleep which i willingly accept with gratitude.

Hope you enjoyed if want this to turn into a series suggest a senerio for part 2 I'm currently making several other fics so it make take a little while but If you want anything else or any other fics just ask. Have a great day/night xx @klineinie @givemea-dam-break

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years ago

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—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

#bad things happen bingo #buckybarnesbingo2021 #ssb2021 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #5k...holy god

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peralta-guaranteed · 4 years ago

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Jake finds out his firat grey hair

"NOPE!", is the first thing Amy hears that morning as she wakes up, the bed beside her surprisingly empty. The kids are at Captain Holt's for the weekend, and they've enjoyed a late, late evening because of that, but Jake is already getting ready for their free day, it seems. He stumbles out of the bathroom seconds later, in nothing but boxers, and she's a bit too busy enjoying the view to see the distraught look on her husband's face.

"Ames, we gotta change the bathroom mirror."

"What? Why?"

"Because." Jake stammers. "The, uh, colours are all wonky. Maybe it's a production mistake."

"We've had that mirror for six years, and suddenly there's a problem with the colours?"

"Yeah." He hurries over to their closet, rummages through it in search of yet another flannel, the blue and green ones right at the front apparently not good enough for today. He returns with a bright red and yellow one he never really wears because the colours are 'too crazy even for him', picking up a pair of distressed jeans and then dropping them again, choosing a simpler black pair instead.

Amy watches him, piecing together all the clues - his wildly tousled hair, more than just sleep could ever manage, his bathroom troubles, his apparent distaste of dull coloured clothing - and she can't help but grin widely as she turns around under the covers, slides to the edge of the bed to get closer to him.

"Jake?" She purrs, the teasing in her voice still at a low setting. "Did you find a gray hair?"

He freezes completely, like some prey animal being caught by a raptor. It's followed by a slumping of shoulders and a long, seemingly endless whine as he drops down on his knees in front of the bed, buries his face in the covers next to her. She resists stroking through his hair for only a second, but he shivers when her fingers touch the back of his neck.

"I'm gonna rip it out." He growls into the mattress.

"Rip one out and two will come back, my abuela always said." She teases more while winding one of his longer curls around her finger.

"Ames!" He whines, turning his head enough to stare her down with just one eye.

"You're gonna look so good with Salt'n'Pepper hair." She purrs again, but he only groans.

"Don't say that!"

"The most distinguished dad on the playground." She whispers in his ear as she leans closer.

"Nooooo!" He yelps and turns to sit in front of the bed, leaning his head back, Amy's fingers immediately going through the front of his light brown curls.

"It's not that bad, Jake. You're nearly forty..."

"Grandfathers have gray hair. Not dads."

"Your dad was almost completely white long before Mac showed up."

"He doesn't count. He's outlier-Dad. Skewing the skala."

"Mh. That's not- actually that kinda is how it works, but it still doesn't change the fact that you have some gray hairs and are long away from being a grandpa, babe."

Jake sits up and turns around, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Some?!"

"Uh." She bites her lip as her eyes flit up from his to his hair. "I think I counted five last week on the couch, but the light might've been off-"

"FIVE?" He yelps again before rifling through his own hair, pulling strong enough he might actually tear some of those gray hairs out without planning to.

"Jake." Amy grabs his hands and pulls them close, pulling him with them. "It's five little hairs on a mop of curls. I mean, you could also be going bald, so count your blessings. It's no big deal."

Jake sighs, dipping his head into the mattress right in front of her, then looking up like a kicked puppy.

"You're still gonna love me all old and gray and wrinkly?"

"Babe." She says almost reprimandingly, not needing to even give an answer to that. "Besides, you'll have to look at me all old and gray and wrinkly too."

"Lies. Slander. You'll be gorgeous until the end. With a silver mane and laugh lines."

She does laugh at that, and kisses him, her fingers tugging through his hair and graciously omitting the two new gray ones she notices then.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet

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procrastination-queenie · 4 years ago

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Still with you || JJK

Pairing: scientist!au husband!au Jungkook x scientist!au wife!au reader.

Synopsis: you were going on about with your boring life until you accidentally meet unexpected guests. Was it accidental though?

Warning: slight angst, the reader has a bad relationship with her parents, one sexual reference, kissing, long-haired Jungkook😂, few swear words, I don't think there's anything else.

Word count: 3k

A/N: italics are the reader's future-self talking.

This is loosely based on a tiktok video I saw on Pinterest.

You puffed, kicking a pebble that was by your feet as you waited for your driver to pick you up from school. You honestly wanted nothing other than going back to disappear in your room for the rest of day. Why you may wonder! Well, you got an A- on your latest exam, and you know how your parents are going to react. To them, you either get an A+, or you're a failure. They want you to become a lawyer like them, and take over their law firm after your graduation. Your whole life has been planned out before your birth; an arranged marriage took place between your mother and father, to merge the most famous two law firms in the country. Now, your family owns the biggest law firm in the country leaving you with no options other than having your whole life planned out for you without getting a say in it. What was expected from you is to excel in your studies, go to the most prestigious university then run your family's firm. Life really sucked, and you were only sixteen years old.

"Good afternoon, Miss. Hope I am not late!" Your driver, Richard, said interrupting your thoughts as he opened the door for you.

You shook your head with slumped shoulders, "No Richard, you're always on time," you said getting in the car, but not before you could feel his gaze that was full of pity.

It was nothing new, the whole staff that worked for your family knew what you were going through, and while many may envy you and the position that you hold within the society, the staff knew better than to think in such a superficial way.

"Young lady, I thought we made it clear concerning your grades! An A-? Seriously?" Your birth-giver whom you haven't seen for the last 6 month, slammed your report card onto the counter as she looked down on you as if you were a disgrace to the family. You sighed heavily in response wanting nothing other than to disappear in your room, nothing seemed to satisfy your parents; it's like you only become visible when grades are brought up, other than that they barely notice your existence. "I am sorry, what was that?" She asked hearing your sigh as she raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at you daring you to defy her. Sometimes you wondered why did she treat you like that, why was there so much hatred in her tone. You would sometimes think that she hated that her life was planned out for her as well, so she takes it out on you.

"Nothing," you answered quietly, wanting to get this one-sided conversation over with. "Thought so. Go to your room. I don't want to see you for the rest of the night," she said, jaw clenching as she pointed towards your room upstairs.

"And when do you ever want to see me!" You muttered quietly under your breath as you made your way towards Your room.

As you neared your room down the hall, you heard voices from inside, making you wonder who could be in your room, seeing that the maids usually clean it after you leave for school in the early morning. Nearing the door, you tried to be as quiet as possible to eavesdrop. "Jungkook be quiet, and stop fussing!" You heard a girl's voice say. Her voice was somehow familiar, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. "Sorry babe, I didn't know you used to live in such a luxurious house," this Jungkook guy, you assumed, answered back chuckling.

What? Who lives here other than your family? And used to live? What does he mean? Who are these people?

You suddenly entered your room to see two people ,just as you suspected, looking back at you as if they were not expecting you at all. "Shit! When did you set the machine, Jungkook?" The girl standing not far away from the guy asked with a clenched jaw. "Ops!" He replied looking back at her. "Seriously, Jungkook? Are you kidding me? That's when I arrive from school! I told you we need to do this before I arrive!" She whined as she hit his arm lightly. "Hey, at least the machine works!" He shrugged biting his bottom lip. "Yeah, you're right," she said calming down a bit.

You kept looking back and forth between them, backing up very slowly to get out of the room and call the police. Apparently, these two are crazy and you need to call for help. "Get back here missy, you are not going anywhere," the girl said looking at you with a glint in her eyes daring you to take one more step away from them. "Look, I don't want you to panic. We are not here to do anything bad. I promise, but knowing how you are, you probably don't believe me, so I am very sorry because of what we are about to do!" She said sincerely making you panic even more. Suddenly the guy came towards you and lifted you over his shoulder. Welp, this is it, you're going to die, your parents are probably going to be mad for the lack of an heir to their firm, but whatever! "W-what are going to do?" You panicked even more hitting this Jungkook guy to let you down. "Don't worry, we are tying you up, so you won't go anywhere and expose us which will lead to many complications and malfunctions that nor you neither do I need to happen. We've worked so hard to reach this point." She said tying you up with your jumping rope which you didn't know how she found since you keep it hidden in your closet. She oddly seemed to know her way around the room which was very confusing, have these people been watching you for some time?

She sighed in relief after she tied you up as she leaned back to sit directly in front of you. "Don't you recognise me?" She asked looking at you smiling as if she's your long lost sister and that knowing who she is will bring you immense joy. You looked her up and down, tilting your head to the side when it suddenly kicks in your head, she looks very familiar, how could you miss it. She looks exactly like you but older. She looked exactly like how you envisioned yourself to be ONLY if you possessed the freedom to do what you want. "Are you... No, it couldn't be!" You said shaking your head. You're hallucinating, you're sure of it. "I know, right? But it's true … I am you, but 10 years older." You looked her up and down, again. She looked totally different from you right now. Carefree is the keyword. She looks like she doesn't have a care in the world, she's also sporting a style that you have always wanted to try. "W-wha- .. h-how is this possible?" If you were panicking a few moments ago, now you were on the verge of freaking out. Have you gone mad? Is this a dream? It must be! I mean your whole life you're struggling to fight your parents and become what you want to be, but this is absolutely NUTS! It must be the stress taking a toll on you, must be!

"Oh, it's a long story," your older self chuckled as if this situation was funny. It kinda is, if you were in her shoe it would probably be funny to you. You looked to your left side, eyeing the guy standing next to you who was looking around your room with so much interest. Your older self inspecting you as you eyed Jungkook, chuckling again silently knowing how curious you are. "Who is he?" You blurted out looking at him in disapproval. Jungkook suddenly stopped looking around and looked at you smiling and waving at you with his left hand. "Oh, hi I am Jungkook," A silver ring on his left hand caught your eyes, you involuntarily looked at your older self, searching her left hand, but you didn't need to look for so long because a diamond ring glinted back at you, as if telling you yup I am here to confirm your doubts. You suddenly gasped as you looked between them, Jungkook flinched in surprise as your older self smirked at you. "You figured it out, didn't you?" she said amusement dancing in her eyes. "He's your husband!" Your face scrunched in disgust. "Our husband," she corrected you leaning back on her palms still looking at you in amusement. "Ew! No!" You said looking at him again with disapproval. "Now, I am offended," Jungkook said feigning sadness, placing his hand over his chest. "Your hair is so long!" You pointed out, tilting your head to the side. "Thank you!" He beamed at you happy that something about him appealed to you. "That wasn't a compliment, don't flatter yourself," you answered back glaring at him. Jungkook pouted looking back at your older self for help "Well, believe it or not, you'll come to love everything about him even if he dyes his hair red," your older self averted your attention from your supposed future husband towards her. She looked at Jungkook with a smirk; however, you could feel the love in her eyes. You could tell that she really loved him as her smirk eased into a soft loving look making you wonder what did Jungkook do to deserve your love.

A few minutes passed as Jungkook and your older self swiped places, Jungkook sat in front of you making sure that you don't try and break free to run away as your older self kept looking for something around your room. "You have so many tattoos, are you a criminal?" You questioned grumpily. You heard your older self chuckle behind you as she looked at the calendar on your desk. Jungkook's big doe eyes, which you suspected were your older self's weakness since it's already making you feel things, looked at you trying to find a suitable answer. "Umm, well I've never done anything illegal," he said. "Intentionally," he added gulping when you kept your piercing gaze upon him. His eyes looked upwards toward the left side which according to what you've read in the science of body language indicated that he was probably remembering the illegal thing that he has done. Sighing, you tried to take it easy upon him since he was starting to get more uncomfortable under your gaze.

"What's your job?" You asked as your legs swayed the chair, you were tied to, right and left. The situation was starting to become really funny to you; you were tied up like you were going to be tortured for some information that you possess; however, it seems like the roles are reversed seeing that you were swaying the chair as you kept interrogating your future husband. He hummed, scratching the side of his neck with his lips pursed and his right eye closed, "I don't know how to tell you this, but we kinda lost our job," he said calmly, big doe eyes staring back at you as a small smile made its way onto his handsome features. "What do you mean WE? you lost your job!" You stopped swaying the chair, an act that showed that you were trying to process the information. "Nah, we as in me and you," he said still looking at you as if he was telling you something totally normal like how the sun sets from the west. "Yeah, we work together and we kinda got fired," your older self said as she stood next to you resting her hand on the back of your chair. "What do you mean kinda got fired? What do you guys do?" You asked looking up at her. "Hmm, … we're scientists." She said looking back down on you. "Wait, what? You're not running our law firm?" You turned the chair suddenly making her remove her hand from the back of it. "Nah, dude we are not going through this bullshit that our parents planned out for us." She said shaking her heading with a pure look of repugnance on her face. "W-why did you get fired, then ?" You asked trying to understand more. "Well, you see me and Jungkook were developing a time machine, you know how many novels predicted the occurrence of such invention," you nodded eagerly for her to continue "the bastards at the lab made fun of us for being delusional because and I quote "this only exists in fiction and there could never be a thing such as time machines" the pricks! Don't they know that before the invention of ships and aeroplanes, writers prophesied these inventions, I mean that's how usually things start. People come up with crazy ideas and we scientists try to bring these ideas into life." Her outrage was evident in her tone. You nodded agreeing with her. "Anyways, that's not for you worry about, at least for the time being," she said walking away from you to continue looking around.

You tried to change the topic, but for some reason, you were not gifted with the ability to be smooth, "What made you marry him?" You fired the question still looking at Jungkook who suddenly smirked at you. "I am pretty good with a sword," he answered, and you could feel his ego inflate. "Oh my, Jungkook please don't!" Your older self whined rolling her head. "What?" Jungkook asked going back to his baby Bambi-eyed self before he started acting cocky. "A sword!" You wondered in a hushed tone to yourself, Jungkook's eyes looking over your face as if he can see your mind putting two and two together, "Oh!" You suddenly realised what he was implying, apparently something sexual. "EEWW!" you shook your head trying not to imagine anything. "Jungkook for God's sake, She's still sixteen, and she doesn't know you yet. Besides you know that I married you because I love you not because of … that," your older self said shaking her head at her husband's immaturity.

"Anyways, it's almost time. If Jungkook set the timer correctly, we should be getting back in a few seconds!" Your older self said from behind you, untying you from your restraints. "What? Back where?" You asked turning to look at her. "What do you mean back where! Back to our present!" She answered looking back at Jungkook. "What about me?"

"What about you?" Jungkook asked confused. Rolling your eyes, not really knowing how you will actually fall in love with the guy later on, "I mean … what am I supposed to do now that I met you?" You asked looking back at your older self, eyes begging her to guide you, tell you what to do, to tell you that everything will turn out just fine. Her features softened as she neared you, "hey listen kiddo, everything will be alright. I can't tell you how it will turn out exactly, but I want you to know that you wouldn't want it any other way, I promise!" She said placing her hand on your shoulder, glancing behind you at Jungkook and smiling softly. You were sure Jungkook was returning her smile, as well. "I don't know what to do...how do I become you?" She tilted her head thinking about it. "Well, I can't tell you what to do because you'll know that, but you can start by resisting," she winked at you before extending her hand to Jungkook who took it. They both backed away from you. You felt them start to fade, but before they vanished completely, Jungkook winked at you in a friendly manner and told you, "see you soon!" You frowned not understanding what he meant by that.

Two days had already passed since you met your future self. In the beginning, you doubted the whole thing happening, but then you found a small sticky note by your desk with neat handwriting saying "I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. ~ William Ernest Henley" which you realised was a quote from your favourite poem, your older self had written it down for you. It was the only proof that what had taken place in your room was real. It was still the beginning of the school day, and you were already bored. "Attention please, everyone!" Your teacher raised her voice over the noisy chatter of the students, bursting your bubble of thoughts and making you look up as your colleagues started to settle down. "I would like you to welcome our new transfer student, Jeon Jungkook," she exclaimed enthusiastically looking around with a hopeful gaze. Jeon Jungkook? What? No way? You suddenly looked up, a shy boy with a shaggy haircut entered the classroom barely looking up, too afraid to make eye contact with anyone. You gasped quietly, that's what Jungkook meant by seeing me soon? He looks nothing like his older self! You thought, inspecting the Jungkook standing by the teacher. He looked up shyly, and the first person he laid eyes on was you. Your heart fluttered when he made eye contact and averted his eyes quickly as he blushed. Oh how cute! You thought smiling slightly. Oh my God, it's actually happening! You were having an internal conversation with yourself now, realising that this was true, you're already harbouring a crush on the boy. "Jungkook, why don't you take a seat next to y/n," your teacher said averting her gaze from Jungkook to you, nodding her head so you'd raise your hand to let him know where you're sitting. "Y/n, would you please show Jungkook around the school later, and help him with what he's missing. If there's anything you're unable to help him with, you can return to me," she said moving already behind her desk and opening her book to start the lesson as Jungkook made his way to the empty desk next to you.

"H-hi, I am Jungkook," he introduced himself minutes after he sat down. "I know, the teacher introduced you at the beginning of class," you said smiling softly at his rosy cheeks that displayed his embarrassment, you chuckled finding him so endearing trying to make a small conversation with you. You turned your head paying attention to what the teacher was explaining. You could feel Jungkook fiddle around in his seat looking around worriedly with his big Bambi eyes that you're sure are now your weakness. You realised that he was nervous because he doesn't have a pen and was embarrassed to ask for an extra one. You silently nudged him and gave him one of yours which made him flash you a grateful smile making you flash him a soft one.

Meanwhile, you and Jungkook were watching your younger-selves interact shyly just as you did ten years ago. "Kookie!" He hummed not really paying you attention since he was eating an ice-cream. You turned your head inspecting his features that didn't really change that much since you first saw him, "you didn't set the machine on that time by mistake, did you?" You asked referring to the time when you asked him about the time settings after your younger self had caught you both snooping around her, well technically your room. You looked at your melting ice-cream, taking a small bite as you could still see Jungkook from your peripheral vision. His movements stopped for a moment, seeing that you smirked as if you caught him in the act. Sensing your sly smile, he shook his head "I don't know what you're talking about!" He feigned dumbness as if you won't be able to tell that he was lying, but who was he fooling? You knew him like the back of your hand. He sighed looking at you in defeat as you raised an eyebrow at him waiting for him to explain himself. "Babe, I know how you were always anxious during that time of your life, and now that we achieved this together and made the whole time machine thing possible; I wanted the first thing for us to do is console your younger-self. I remember how you had a hard time because of your parents," he explained himself all pouty like a child who had done something wrong. However, Jungkook didn't do anything wrong, far from it actually, he wanted nothing but to make you feel less stressed and less unloved. He knows that his younger self has to overcome so many intricacies for you to open up to him. You were a totally different version from who you are right now, and it hurt him to see you doubting yourself or feeling inferior all these years because of your non-existent relationship with your parents. "Thank you, Kookie," you said placing a soft peck on his pouty lips. "You're not mad at me?" He asked, eyes widening, watching you enjoy your ice-cream as you took in your surroundings. You shook your head looking back at him. "I love you," you smiled holding his hand into yours. His worried bunny features eased into a smile and a look full of nothing but adoration for you, "I love you, too." He kissed you passionately while rubbing his thumb over your cheeks. "Finish your ice-cream. We have ten minutes remaining before we go back." You said looking at your digital watch. "What? We don't get to take the ice-cream with us?" He asked, curiosity glossing in his eyes. You shook your head at your husband whom you genuinely believed is a child trapped in the body of a 26 years old man, but as you said: you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

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jeonsblackgf-writes · 4 years ago

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BULLSHIT || 1 ||

summary: marco and lani had been friends since the womb but when occurring lies happen from one best friend to another, things are bound to fall apart.

pairing: marco peña x black!OC

genre: angst

word count: 2.2k

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"You're staring yet again..." Lani whispered to her bestfriend Marco, who just couldn't keep his eyes off of Elle. He had been distant the past few days, and randomly cancelling their weekly weekend sleepovers without an explanation and it was starting to make her upset.

She honestly didn't see the hype in Elle, yeah she was beautiful and funny but she had a boyfriend who just went to college and everyone knew she wasn't going to leave him anytime soon. She just didn't understand why Marco always wasted his time when she had been in love with Marco for years, but never said anything of course since she didn't think he'd want to be anything past that since all she had ever seen him date white girls, specially ones that look like Elle.

"Is she the reason?" Lani asked, continuing to speak as she watched Elle laugh at something Lee said as they stood beside his car. Marco tore his attention from Elle to look at his bestfriend.

"Is she the reason what?"

"Is she the reason you been blowing me off and ignoring my phone calls?" Lani asked again, leaning off of the car to look at Marco who only scoffed playfully and pulled her in for a hug.

"You've been my best friend since we were kids. I've just been a little busy that's all." He reassured her, kissing her forehead and letting her go. Believing him, she smiled and nodded her head, telling him she had to get to class before saying bye and turning the other way before the bell rung. There was no point in hanging around when she knew her best friend was going to be late like he always was.

She sped walked through the halls and ran into her class just before it rung, signing in relief she took her place in the back of the class, slipped in her headphones and got started on whatever packet the sub had laid out for them since her first period teacher was on maternity leave for a few months. She was halfway into her song until she felt someone tap on her shoulder. Taking out her earbud, she internally rolled her eyes and she looked to see who tapped on her.

"You have a pencil I can borrow? I left mines at home." She whispered kindly, not wanting to draw the attention of others.

"No I don't." Lani whispered back, putting her earbuds back in her ear and continuing her work. Elle didn't bother her the rest of class, which she was thankful.

>After school<

Lani and Marco walked the halls together, eager to get home and chill for a bit. They walked through the exit and towards his car.

"You coming to my house after school on Friday right?" Lani asked as Marco started the car and drove away, to drop her off at home.

"Sorry babe. Can't. I've got some family matters to attend to." He apologized, causing Lani to frown in her seat.

"This is the third time you've blown me off. If you're seeing someone then just say that. We've been best friends since birth, we're way past keeping secrets, and we never break tradition." Lani explained, wanting to be as clear as possible.

Anyone with fucking eyes could see that he was keeping something from her. She knew his family like the back of her hand, if there was something going on his mom would have called her too seeing as she practically raised her alongside her own mom. She just didn't understand why Marco couldn't tell her what's going on.

"I'll come over next weekend." He promised, kissing her on the cheek after he pulled into her driveway.

"Whatever Marco." She sighed, getting out of the car, not bothering to say bye. She closed the door and walked up the pathway and steps to her home, hearing his car drive off in the distance.

"Ma, what do you do when someone is hiding something from you?" Lani asked her mom as she put her bookbag by the door and slumped down on the couch next to her mother.

"Marco blew yo ass off again didn't he?" Her mom asked, and she nodded her head, stuffing the back of her head into the cushions more, feeling miserable by the passing second she laid there. Her mom sighed and lowered the volume on her remote, shifting her body toward her daughter.

"Baby, don't do anything. What's done in the dark will come to the light. I'm sure he had a good reason as to why he hasn't been coming over." The older woman explained, trying to reassure her daughter as much as possible.

"It's just so weird, he never does this. He keeps saying it's a family thing but that's a lie because you know that if his mom AKA your bestfriend had something going on she would have told you." Lani responded, making her mother question her last statement.

The two women looked at each other for a few seconds, before saying what they both were thinking.

"He's hiding something."

But what exactly could he be hiding from her that was so important?

>Friday<

Lani sighed, not wanting the day to even continue. She just wanted to go home and sleep. She hasn't spoken to Marco the past two days because of how much she had been investigating and he hasn't even bothered to put an effort into trying to talk to her, but he made sure he spoke to Elle, and since he said he couldn't come to their usual sleep over, she invited Kammy for over instead.

She threw her braids over her shoulder and walked through the hall with Kammy as they joked and pushed each other around through the hallway.

"Bitch...look." Kammy whispered, repeatedly tapping Lani's arm to get her attention. She pointed towards the end of the hallway where Elle and Marco were joking and laughing and were a little too close for her liking. She sighed and turned the other way, rather going the long way to her next class.

"Don't she got a boyfriend?" Kammy asked as they used the elevator for their next class. Lani only nodded her head and leaned off the wall of the elevator and walked out as the doors opened, dashing down the hall to her class. She walked in, sat in the back, and put her head in her desk before the teacher came.

"Let's not talk about it." She frowned, nearly on the verge of tears. It hurt her heart every single time she saw her best friend get interacted with another female in an intimate way. She had always wished it was her, but she knew he didn't feel the same way and she'd rather be his best friend than not be anything to him at all. It was better than nothing.

"I hate seeing you hurt like this, and I hate how much you love him. It's not fair to your heart to yearn over him like this." Kammy spat, visibly angry and how blind Marco was to his bestfriend.

"I'm immune to the shit." She laughed, trying to make light of the situation, which worked because Kammy made a little laugh herself.

"How about we go to the arcade, like old times." Kammy suggested. Lani contemplated for a few seconds before smiling and finally agreeing with her best friend.

"Donkey Kong contest?"

"Like always!"

>After School<

Lani and Kammy spent the rest of class stuck by each other's side, walking each other to class and spending time together during their free period. It was kind of refreshing to be with someone other than Marco.

"So arcade first, pizza later." Lani stated as they walked to her car, after the last bell rung. Kammy agreed and hopped in before Lani started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, driving to the arcade. She check the rear view mirror and noticed that Marco's car wasn't in the parking lot at all....okay.

"It's been so long since I've been to the arcade. I miss it." Kammy sighed, leaning her head on the window to watch the trees pass by. Lani silently agreed and kept driving.

The two made small talk for a little while longer until they made it into the parking lot of their destination. Both girls got out and carried a small bag of coins with each of them.

"I think I'm gonna talk to Marco tomorrow, to see if he's okay." Lani spoke, checking her phone for any messages. Since her head was down she didn't notice Kammy already looking through the window with a small glaring glint in her eyes as they got closer to the door.

"Looks like you finna be doing that sooner than you think." Kammy mumbled, opening the door for the girl who still had her head in her phone.

"What you talking about?" She asked, finally looking up and looking at Kammy who just nodded her head in the direction before them. She turned to where she was looking and her heart immediately shattered.

Marco...was blowing her off for Elle, playing a stupid fucking game. All those weeks of him not coming over for dinners and sleepovers was because of Elle...the girl who already had a boyfriend. Lani looked at Kammy before handing her the bag of coins and her phone and stomping over to the liar she called her bestfriend.

"So this is family business?" She spat, already on the verge of tears. Marco hastily turned around and widened his eyes at the sight of his bestfriend about to cry, guilt immediately took over.

"Lani w—what are you doing here?"

"ITS A FUCKING ARCADE DUMB ASS! I CAME HERE WITH KAMMY." She yelled, not caring if she caught the attention of others. She looked at Elle, who looked as shocked as Marco was.

"He uh, he told me you knew about what we were doing! I guess not..." Elle spoke, trying to explain herself but Lani was too far gone to hear it. She scoffed and turned the other way, not caring about what he had to say anymore. Kammy saw what was happening and took that as a chance to go ahead and get back into the car to wait.

"Lani...babe wait." Marco yelled, desperately chasing after her.

"Boy fuck you! You been blowing me off for a bitch that got a fucking dude already! All you had to do was tell me what was really going on, It's that simple!" She screamed, tears flowing down her face. Marco ran up to her and rushed her into a hug, wiping the tears from her face.

"I just didn't think you'd understand, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He apologized, cradling her head in his hands. She pushed him away and straightened herself up.

"DO YOU NOT HEAR YOURSELF!? When have I not understood what was going on in your life? The first day you fucking told me you liked Elle I understood, DESPITE ME BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU! I WAS THERE! I ALWAYS WAS. YOU ALWAYS TREATED OUR FRIENDSHIP LIKE BULLSHIT BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE YOU NEEDED SOMEONE WHO WOULD ALWAYS BE THERE DESPITE HOW BADLY YOU TREATED THEM AND I KNEW THAT I WOULD RATHER BE YOUR BEST FRIEND THAN TO BE NOTHING AT ALL TO YOU, THATS HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME!" She sobbed in the middle of the parking lot. Marco caught on to her words and widened his eyes.

"You're in love with me?"

Lani scoffed, "Of course I am, but we're two different races so it'll never work."

Marco felt his heart drop to the ground. Had she really been feeling that way toward him all this time and all he's done was pull her into his mess with different females. There was no telling how upset she must've felt.

"When you got bullied in second grade, I was right fucking there to clean your wounds. When your aunt died, I was RIGHT BESIDE YOU AT THE FUNERAL HOLDING YOUR HAND. When you got into your first fight, I cheered you on because you won. I invested my whole life into you because I loved you that much but all you did was brush me off like debris on yo fucking shoulder. What have you done for me? Absolutely nothing, and that's the problem. This whole situation made me realize it's time for me to start looking out for me." She spat, turning around to walk away but as she took her first step Marco grabbed her hand with pleading eyes.

"Please...don't do this. I shouldn't have lied to you, don't let years worth of friendship go down the drain." He pleaded, with desperate eyes, red and almost puffy. Lani snatched away from him and glared.

"You did that when the first lie spewed from your fucking mouth. Lose my fucking number." She hissed, turning away from him and running back to her car.

Marco watched as she sped off down the road. He watch all of it with regret and sorrow in his heart. The only thing he had on his mind was ways to get her back. He couldn't let years of friendship go down the drain just like that.

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