#which meant i was all jittery way too late in the day

[fictionadventurer]

August: Day 18

Adventures

Watched the Hallmark Sense and Sensibility while drinking tea and working on coloring pages.

Accomplishments

Read a few more pages of Marcel's Letters.

[grugruel]

Your daddy know 'bout this?

(Don't be fooled, there's no daddy kink!)

Pairings: dbf!cowboy!bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

Masterlist

Summary: A few days short of your 21st birthday, you decide to celebrate with your friend at the local bar. Unbeknownst to you, a close friend of your dad's is there.

When he sees you with beer in hand and in the lap of another man, things get heated. Somehow, you end up in his shirt, at his house.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: pinv sex, passionate sex, forbidden realationship, violence, blood, underaged drinking, slight angst, cum eating, I love yous', mentions of masturation, tension, arguments, slight jealousy and protectiveness, pet names (girl, woman, ma'am, princess, sweetheart)

AN: not yet proofread, might be rough around the edges! Enjoy girlies🥹🫶

It was his one free night in a long time, and his buds pulled him along for a drink. He had no real objections, for he was in a good mood and it'd get even better once he had a drink in him.

The group of men emerged from the damp, rainy night and dove into the smoke tainted air and usual bustle of the local dive. They ordered their drinks and made their way to the back where the booths were, a jumble of familiar faces greeting them on their way. Until-

Bucky saw a face he ought not to see in a place like this. "Excuse me a moment, fellas. I got somethin' to take care of."

Their group turned to him, confused. "Wha-" and looked in the direction he was already headed. "Well shit, good thing her daddy ain't come with us." The group shared a few nervous glances, then shrugged and chuckled. "Wouldn't want to be one of those boys right now."

-

"Well . . . " a voice chuckled loudly.

She could see the source approaching their table from her peripheral, his form vaguely illuminated by soft lamp light through the gloom. " . . . Aint this a sight?"

She knew that voice, she could hear the telltale grin that shaped it.

Catching onto the change in energy, the giggles and boisterous laughter of their small group died down. Tense glances exchanged between them, all eventually landing on the intruder, all except her own.

Commotion continued sounding around them, their table the only to emit an unusually low amount of noise. "Anyone wanna tell me whats goin' on here?" The voice asked.

Swallowing, she realised she'd been intently staring into a cadleflame. She belived that maybe she'd have a chance at going unnoticed if she sat still enough.

"I asked you a question, doll."

She winced. That was his nickname for her. Fuck. She tore her gaze from the candle, snapping it to her friend across the table and gave her a sidelong glance that meant 'trouble' to which her friend nodded in agreement.

The low light that made the place cosy just moments before now only existed to muddle her thoughts. But, it could work in her favour. She carefully pushed her drink behind her elbow, hoping it wasn't too late to hide, and her friend followed her lead.

She turned toward the man, a cheap grin plaster on her face. "Hey . . . Buck," she spoke slowly, as if it'd somehow make him more agreeable.

"Hey there, princess," he grinned. Hat on his head. "Wanna explain this to me?" Pointing lazily to their gathering.

She shrugged, attempting to act nonchalant. Because admitting your wrong would confirm it's wrong. "Nothin special, we were just leavin', in fact."

A scoff blew past her ear. "The hell we are." The lap she sat on stiffened beneath her, tapping his feet–once, twice–in a show of impatience, and rocking her body in the process. The man then whispered in her ear. "Who is this guy anyway?"

She inclined her head, nervous eyes avoiding the big cowboy that stood imposing at the end of their table, and murmured a quiet reply over her shoulder. "No one. . . in particular." A lie, of course. "Let's just go."

The cowboy chuckled. "You're not leavin' with him, you're leavin' with me." That drawl could make the most steeled stumaches jittery with butterflies. Her friend must've felt it too by they way she squirmed in her seat.

She had to screw her eyes shut in a moment of contemplation. Why'd he have to be here tonight? Why'd they have to go to a bar he frequented?

She looked back at her friend with panic in her eyes. Boy, were they in for it. She could think of nothing else then to simply ask nicely, hoping it'd appeal. "Please, just go."

He smirked, putting a hand on his hips and showing a stern but playful disposition. "Your daddy know 'bout this?" He tipped his hat in their direction.

She pinned him with her eyes, narrowing them with independent annoyance. "Im my own woman, B-"

'What's it to you?' The guy beneath cut her off.

Bucky switched his attention to the guy, and she could feel him shrink a little under Bucky's gaze. "Hell, no need for that tone! I was just sittin' with my buds over there." He pointed to the group of men Buck came with, no doubt to put some pressure on the poor guy. From the looks of it, they'd been listening in on our conversation, and now waved to her, idly laughing at the situation, ready to jump in at any moment.

She shyly waved back, a tight smile on her lips.

"See, I just saw your little group havin' a grand ol' time over here and wanted to join you," Bucky laughed. "And when I noticed that fine woman in your lap, I thought I'd have a chat with her." He disguised it well, but she could hear the anger beneath his humoured exterior.

"You two know each other?" The guy asked, I'll at ease.

"Well enough." Bucky took a moment to look her over, a scan for any harm. But his eyes stuck on the short skirt and thin shirt. If possible, he looked even more bothered. "Wouldn't you say, sweetheart?" He glanced at her, and she could see the danger that lurked in his eyes. It began to dawn on her more and more how knee deep in trouble she was.

She cleared her throat, a nervous blush creeping up her cheeks. "Mhm," she hummed. It felt like he could see through her.

The guy's hand slunk to the bare skin of her thigh, attempting to mark his territory when seamingly he'd decided his dislike of the situation. "Huh, what's with the hat anyway, you some kind of sheriff?" He asked. But cut Bucky off as he was about to answer. "Either way," he waved his hand dismissively. "She's fine where she is. She can make her own decisions." And just like that, he'd successfully stolen the point she'd been trying to make.

She shook her head. Stupid, stupid boy.

Bucky's face hardened, any sign of humour gone from him. "I assure you, I dont need a sheriff's badge to take her home, It's within my right." He braced his hand against the table, leaning closer to them.

Her uterus roiled at that. 'take her home'

"Now, get that hand off of her, boy." He snarled, annoyance and authority resounding in his voice, promising a solution to the mans cocky demeanor. "She ain't yours to touch."

"Why?" The guy asked. "She yours?" His hand slid higher, squeezing her thigh, challenging the much broader man.

She exhaled, releasing a frustrated hum in early defeat, he'd doomed them both.

The cowboys jaw tensed. Silently, but undoubtedly steaming, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and pushed them above his elbows. The veins on his forearms pop from strain, knuckles turning white from his fists clenching. "Fella. . ." He began, calming his composure, then pointed two loose fingers at the girl in the mans lap. "Had she been mine, you'd be on the floor already. Now, that girl, ain't of drinkin' age, neither is she to be touched by a slimy bastard like yourself."

Fuck, so he did see the drink. She shook her head again, warning him. "Bucky. . ." A very bad attempt at dissuading him from doing whatever he was about to do. She could almosy feel the guy beneath her sink into the booth they were sitting in. Perhaps he had some sense after all.

Her friend grabbed her arm, loosely yanking on it as her anxious eyes flickered between the men in conflict. She herself sitting in the lap of the guy's friend, who was preparing to step in if necessary. "We should go before this gets ugly," her friend whispered.

"Respectfully, ma'am, she ain't going nowhere without me." The cowboy opposed, directing his attention to her friend.

No, no, no no. . . Dread filled her, he'd drive her straight home to her parents.

Bucky's eyes fell back on the guy, now shrunken and small under his gaze. "So. . . Stand up, 'n leave, boy," he spoke with the authority of a sheriff but stood with the confidence of an outlaw. "There's no need for altercations, I was enjoyin' my night. N' I don't wish that to change-"

"I'll call on the bouncer," the guy shot out, his face probably as pale as his overly white and fragile shirt, pointing to a man behind the cowboy. Her eyes followed the steps down from the seating area, and through the dimly lit dive where a big man stood posted by the door. The guy beneath her then glanced at his friend across from them, both extending curt nods to one another.

She wanted to wretch, he was acting a coward and standing up to Bucky with the threat of enlisting two other men to his side. She sighed loudly, making a point for him to hear as she eyed her friend. "Well, I sure know how to pick em'." And her friend, inspite of the commotion they found themselves in, covered her mouth in snicker.

Bucky narrowed his eyes in a second of silent fury, then answered with a laugh, not missing a beat. "You mean that bouncer?" He asked and turned around, calling a greeting to the bouncer, who in turn tipped his hat with a smile. The type of gesture that indicated a longstanding friendship. "We're well aquainted," Bucky grinned. "But im sure he'd love to sort this situation out."

If they had any sense at all, the two men would leave with what little dignity they had left and realise that they were already outnumbered inspite of being 2 to 2.

"Leave, girls," the guy easily dismissed them.

She gave him a pointed look, flashed her eyebrows, and jerked her head to the side in a 'you had it coming' motion, and then grabbed her friend's hand.

"Asshole," she sighed and steered them out of the booth, taking the cider in her other hand. Silly as she was, she thought she could simply leave, perhaps just slip by Bucky. But no, his strong hand grabbed her bicep as she passed by, and set his blues deep into her own. "Wait by the truck, I'll drive ya' home." He said, looking between the two girls.

"Fine . . . " She sighed.

"N' dont even think of running, cause I'll catch ya'," he warned, and she rolled her eyes inspite of the burning that settled in her core.

She tried to yank herself free, but he didn't let go. "What? You wanna hear a 'yes sir'?" She dared the words, teasing, as nervousity built in her gut.

His eyes searched hers, a slow grin spreading over his lips as he leaned closer, bending down to whisper in hear ear. "Dont get cocky with me, girl." And his hand began sliding downward, making her shiver, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch.

She swallowed, that tone, the hat? God. Her uterus purred, and in a sudden surge on confidence, she answered. "No, sir."

He grabbed the glass bottle from her hand and grinned, taking a sip. "Good, girl. Now go." And pointed to the door.

Would it be wrong to say she started salivating? His words, together with his lips making contact with the same surface she had? There was something about it, something that made her . . . Pulse.

Bucky whistled and his friend–the bouncer–came bounding up the steps, him along with the group of dad's and bucky's friends only a few steps behind.

The bouncer tipped his hat to her and her friend in passing, a smirk on his lips. Nice to know there was still some gentlemen in the world.

She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He was quite handsome too.

"Dont even think 'bout it," Bucky warned.

She rolled her eyes, and then they were finally on their way out, meeting Bucky's group of friends on the way, all nodding and greeting her. "Tell your daddy we missed him tonight." One said, and they all chuckled.

The girls hurried off, giggling. But anxiety lingered in the depths of her chest. Those men were rogue witnesses in all of this.

As she held the door open, voices raised behind them. She could see the crowd turning to look in Buckys direction, anf she herself followed their gazes. And found them just in time to see Bucky's knuckles collide with the jaw of the guy she'd spent her night on, sending him sprawling.

-

Plunging into the deep night, the cold swept over them. "He's hot, ain't he?"

She didn't want to answer, or simply didn't want to admit it and just gave her friend a look of understanding.

"God, I was ready to pounce on him the second he called me ma'am."

The girl understood that too.

-

After about ten minutes wait, Bucky emerged from the bar. Unscathed, apart form bloody knuckles and dark cloud around his head. Before even saying a thing, he'd already removed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I only got one of them. Apologies, ma'am," he told her friend and opened the truck door for them both. "The truck'll warm you up."

"Thats ok, thank you," her friend answered, and the girls shared a knowing look. Their thoughts connecting in fiendish collectivity.

"Alright, get in. We'd better get goin'."

-

The ride was relatively quiet. We knew better than to anger him further. Anxiety was growing within her, though, she didnt wanna know what would happen when her friend was let off.

"Text me ok? I'll se ya' later." Her friend said, eyeing Bucky. She leaned her head through the open window of the truck. "But- let me know how that goes," she whispered. "And good luck." She raised her eyebrows with a smirk on her lips.

The girl rolled her yes. "Sure will." And with one last wave, they were off.

-

When there were only the two of them, they could say whatever they wanted with confidence. But so far, there'd only been a few sighs and breaths of shared irritation. Neither of them were particularly pleased with the situation.

But she wanted to be the first to speak. "I'll be 21 in a few days, Buck."

"Doesn't mean you have good judgement."

She bristled. "I'm not a little girl anymore!"

" 'Course not, I can tell by the way you dress. That what a grown woman look like to you?" He nodded to her body, barely covered apart from his thick jacket over her torso.

She pulled it closer around herself. "Like what exactly? What do I look like to you? A slut, a hooker?" Her face stung from embaressment. She felt like a child again, being berated for something she wasn't able to puzzle together by herself.

He clicked his tongue, jerking his head to the side. His patience was running thin. "Dont twist my words, doll. I'm callin you careless."

"That dont matter comin' from you, you're not my daddy." She knew the comment would get a rise out of him, because she knew he'd ment no ill intent, and she knew he cared for her. But she was mad, and so was he.

"No, n' you should thank fucking god he wasn't there to bust you. I was the better option, I can promise you that."

She exhaled a frustrated breath, turning her attention toward the windshield. Watching droplets of water paving their way over the condensation covered glass. "You weren't the only one to bust me, though, were you?" She spoke lowly, feeling like a coward for even asking. "The boys gonna say something?"

He gripped the steering wheel harder, his roughed up knuckles tearing. "I told em' I'd take care of it." It must've stung, but he took no notice. Other things pestered his mind.

Worry mixed in with all other emotions as her gaze drifted to his hands, and her mind immidetly moved into recovery mode. "So what's that mean, you gonna tattle on me now?"

He looked over at her, brows furrowed right beneath the rim of his hat. He couldnt begin to understand her. "That all you care about?"

"Right now? Well, yeah. I dont want a scolding."

"All grown and still daddy's little girl, worried about his opinions."

"And if I say yes, what then, girl?

"I dunno, m' gonna have to convince you not to."

"Like you convinced that guy to buy you beer, huh? What'd you do, flirt with him? Give him a handjob, suck him off? What did I miss before catching you?"

Her mouth hung open in disbelief. "You fucking asshole!" She shook from anger, she never expected words like that to be thrown at her. Especially not by him. But she'd get him back, there was no reason behind her actions now. "Maybe I would've, I even bet it would've worked if I'd asked you. Right? You would've just loved having your friends pretty daughter gettin' you off, huh!" She half shouted the last sentence, her chest heaving with effort and fury.

"That's enough." His tone was unforgiving, shooting a sense of reality back into her.

"I'll shut up if you answer the god damned question Buck, would it have worked?"

But Bucky didn't answer, his jaw clenched and unclenched, biting back his words. If she thought the silence had been bad before? It was deafening now.

After calming down again, her words hit her like a freight train. She always had a friend in Buck, but now she wasn't sure. The words that'd been thrown back and forth had set them off balance, their entire relationship was on unsteady ground. Something had been rewritten in the rules between them.

There'd always been attraction, but that wasn't something they ever spoke of. They'd always been close, good friends even. But now, something had changed. And it made her feel sick. She'd had an ally in him, but now, she wasn't so certain.

After a long whole of shutting her mouth out of stubbornness, the fate of her father finding out was worse, so she broke. "Please don't bring me home, Buck. Dad'll throw a fit." She tried to smile, to soften her voice. But it felt wrong.

After a moments uncertainty on her part, and strained breathing on his, he spoke. "Im not makin' the detour, you can sleep at mine, that was always the plan anyway." He admitted, sounding utterly tired.

And now she felt extremely guilty, eyes studying him as he gripped the steering wheel harder. Her gaze drifted over his body, his face, his hands. Stopping on the roughed up and bloody knuckles. He'd beaten that guy for her. Out of jealousy, or simply because he was protective?

She turned away, her chest feeling hollow and followed the birches and sprucetress as they flashed by the truck. Their colors and textures blending together as they met the dark consistent sky above them.

Bucky's house was dark, he only lit a few tablelamps when they arrived. It was better that way, she recognized herself here, within the gloom and the safety of his home. It was second to her own.

"I'll get your something more comfortable," he said, his eyes avoiding her clothes, her body as a whole and disappeared into his bedroom.

Was it because he thought they didn't fit her, or the opposite? Had he been mad at himself for being attracted to her?

She nodded slowly, calling out to him, "we should do something about that hand of yours."

"It's fine, I'm fine." He said, re-emerging, meeting her eyes. "Here," he handed here a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, most likely too big for her. "I'll take the couch, n' you can take my bed."

She nodded again, and headed into the bathroom.

Buckys t-shirt was longer on her than the skirt she'd worn, so she opted out of the shorts. Luckily findig a roll of gauze in the bathroom cabinet.

She emerged from the bathroom, a pair of panties and the oversized t-shirt the only things on her body. "You want something to-" Bucky paused as she rounded the corner, and suddenly she herself stopped short–caught off guard.

Bucky stared at her, and whatever he'd been about to say was lost the second he looked up. Bucky cleared his throat, and with the weight of a 15 year long friendship on his shoulders, his eyes stayed glued to hers.

Inwardly, she smiled and hoped the lowly lit livingroom couldn't reveal the blush on her cheeks. "Found some gauze," she held the roll up, indirectly asking for permission to bandage him.

He opened his mouth to decline, she could even see his head begin to shake in dismissal.

But she cut in before he had the chance. "Just let me help, you can be mad and still let me help."

His eyes hardened, but hesitantly, he nodded all the same. "Im fine, doll."

She raised her brows with skepticism and made her way toward him, the fabric of buckys shirt doing its best at showcasing her breats.

Bucky clenched his fist in an attempt to control himself, he winced, the wounds on his knuckles re-opening.

"Yeah," she scoffed. "Sure seems fine to me." And placed herself infront of him. From his position on the couch, he had to look up at her. At that, a flicker of heat blazed in her core. Oh, those eyes. His big, pleading eyes, all sad and hurt. Did he want her gone or want her in some other way?

She kneeled, settling between his thighs and grabbed his hand. "You don't got to be so stubborn all the time. . . Just wanna help you." She wrapped his hand carefully, enjoying every second of his corse skin over hers. Once done, he tried flexing his hand, and winced again. He still hurt, that much was clear, but was too proud to admit it. "Want me to kiss it better?" She joked, hoping it would lighten the mood. But he did that thing again, where he said nothing, and instead clenched his jaw, as if holding back a yes. So she took her chance.

Keeping their eyes locked, she brought his wrapped knuckles to her lips, and kissed them through the bandage once, then moving further up to kiss the softer skin of the back of his hand. Again, his eyes were pleading, and he moved the hand to cup her cheek, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. She took it as encouragement and kissed his palm, his wrist, his forearm. She stood up on her knees, kissing his bicep and reached for his shirt to pull him closer. She cupped his face and brought him inches from her own, nuzzling her nose against his.

Finally, when her lips reached for his, he pulled away. "Stop, stop," he nudged his forehead against hers. "We can't," he moved his lips away, cheek to cheek, he kissed the soft spot in front of her ear. "We can't."

"Cant, or wont?" She asked dully.

Those pleading eyes were back, begging her not to make him answer that question. She nodded absentmindedly, pulled into her thoughts. She stood up and moved away from him, his hand sliding down her arm and locking around her wrist, stopping her. "Dont leave."

"I'm comin' back."

After a few minutes of bustling in the kitchen, she returned to him. Sidling up next to him on the couch, her curled up legs lulling into his lap as she handed him a whiskey glass, then cradled her own. He whispered a thank you, looking into her eyes, and she whispered a you're welcome, looking into his. Then they sat like that for a while, quiet, unmoving. Bucky's hands finding their home on her legs, glas in one hand and her knee in the other. Somehow, this wasn't crossing a line for them, this was their normal, this was something not even her family questioned, this was them.

"Im sorry, doll." he said finally. "I never meant to imply-"

"It's ok, Buck." He opened his mouth to speak again, but she stopped him. "Really, It's fine. I'd rather not dwell on it."

Another moments silence passed between them, it was uncomfortable, but the unsaid lingered in the air like a thick wall between them, and hung over them with the threat of smothering. "We need to talk about us."

"I didn't like the way he was touchin' you," he said, choosing the topic before she had a chance at it. If he had to approach them, he would do it indirectly. "It didn't look like you were enjoyin' it."

Her eyebrows raised, "You would've punched him even if I were enjoying it." She commented sourley.

He squeezed her knee, gently rubbing circles into the skin beside. "He acted like he owned you," He turned his unscathed hand upside down, brushing his knuckles up and down her sensitive skin.

It all went straight to her head, veins throbbed with heat she didn't know she could feel. All brought out by a single touch of his hand.

But she wouldn't let off. "And what do you 'spouse beating him for it is?"

He stayed silent, his hand turned again, this time to grab her soft flesh, squeezing it with purpose. Much like the guy had done, but this felt different. This felt good, real good.

She swallowed, closing her eyes to focus on the words she needed to say. "What made you think you had the right? If not that I already belonged to–" she stopped, and their eyes met in a quick glance.

He let out a frustrated sigh. "I was only protectin' you." He defended, but it didn't quite sound like he believed the words himself. Nor did she. But if he wasn't ready to see it as it was, she wouldn't pressure him.

Instead, she laid her head on his shoulder. "It shouldn't be this hard."

He shook his head, the words seemingly struck a cord within him. For he sat insilence, pondering, a long while. "I would've said no, you know. And it would've killed me." She looked at him strangely, forgetting what he was referring to for a moment. "I would've said yes, if you hadn't felt forced to it, like it was a last resort to keep your secret."

Oh. . . "Had I wanted it, you'd said yes?" She stared unbelieving into the dark space infront of them.

"Nothin' could stand in my way." He slid his hand further up her thigh, fingers exploring the skin just beneath the hem of his/her shirt.

She sat up straight to look at him properly, she couldn't tell if he was serious. "You want me?"

"More than anything," his voice was breathless, barely a whisper. His index and long finger reaching further up, exploring more than he'd ever dared. "Cant even explain how many times I imagined you gettin' me off after you said it. How much I hated the thought, the sight of you with that guy, his hands all on you."

A pang of need shot through her. She put her whiskey down, and braced her hands against his chest. "But why tell me now, whats changed? Whats changed in this last hour?" His fingers rubbed the skin of her hips beneath her panties, sending shivers running over her body, shivers she'd only previously dreamed he'd be the cause of.

"You're right, it shouldn't be this hard. I'm makin' it too hard." His hand slid to her waist, still invisible to him, but no longer untouchable. Magnetically, they were pulled together, faces inching closer and closer to oneanother.

"And what about daddy?" It was becoming hard to focus, she wouldn't stop him for the world. Bow, they were close enough to feel the dampness of their breaths.

His hand continued exploring farthur up, fingertips finally reaching the soft, plush flesh below her breast. "Your daddy ain't here, is he?"

She began shaking her head in disbelief, lips brushing against eachother. "Dont promise something if you can't follow through."

His hand stopped, "I can, please," he begged, waiting for her go-ahead. "I can. . ."

His words vibrated against her skin, electrifying her body. "Fuck," she moaned, he's right there. Right, there, infront of her, for her. "Then do, please do, Buck."

And just like that, both hands were beneath her shirt, pulling her into his lips and squeezing her breasts.

Breathless moans filled the silent air, they tore at eachother greedily. Pulling and pushing eachothers bodies, fighting to get Bucky free of his clothes.

Snaking one arm behind her back, he guided her down onto cushions and placed himself above her. Still clothed by jeans, he rolled his hips against her core, grinding the rough fabric against her barely clothed clit. This, is what she had been craving. The exact static friction, the heat and movement between their bodies producing all the pleasure she needed. She moaned heavily, beacause still, she wanted more. Pulling her legs up and her panties off, she wordlessly signaled for him to do the rest.

With a groan, Bucky dove into her neck, kissing and sucking, all the while he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off together with his boxers. No time was wasted, he lined his member up with her core within a second, prodding and teasing at the opening. "Please, please, please." She sounded desperate, but fuck, she was. And feeling it was worse then sounding it.

"Yes ma'am." He said, and thrusted into her. A gasp escaped them in unisome. With the arm still around her waist, he pulled her into his hips, his body straining as he delved deeper inside her than she thought possible.

"Yes. . ." She whined. "More."

He kissed his way up her throat, their hips freed and collided into eachother with steady, strong thrusts, pushing her deeper into the cushions with every rut. Nothing could compare, he was unparalleled. Bucky, despite what he was already achieving, kissed his way up her neck, unfaltering in his duty.

Her hands found his face, cupping it and bringing him back to her, and their lips met again. "Taste so sweet," he murmured, sinking his tongue into her. The salt of her skin mixing with her saliva. "Want all of you."

She smiled against him. "Harder."

He did as ordered, keeping his pace and adding pressure. "Yeah," he moaned. "Being so good for me, girl." And pulled her deeper onto his member. Her breaths grew rapid and shallow, fingers clawing at his back as she had nowhere to go, all pleasure directed straight into her. "Close, so fucking close," she cried.

"Good," he chuckled breathely against her skin, and that was a she needed. Her back arched in euphoria, and stars stung her eyelids, speckling the darkness. "Good job, sweetheart. Just breathe," he continued thrusting into her, softly, easing her through the orgasm. "Good girl. Well done. . ." He whispered, kissing her jaw. The stars began fading and she regained her senses, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Beautiful, girl." He moaned, still rutting into her, chasing his own high while wiping the tears from her face. Her body began tingling, on the vege of breaking down.

"Dont know how much more I can take, Buck." She kissed his cheek, focusing on the skill of his lips.

"Almost there, almost. . ." he moaned, increasing his pace. The slickness of her core created a sickening sound together with the slapping of their skin. It was heavenly, but she could feel the pressure building within her again.

"Mmmh, m' gonna cum again, please buck, dont stop."

He didn't, he continued, intent on coming together with her. He bit into her lip, causing her to yelp and yield the hold on his face and licked a trail down her chest and breast, then taking it into his mouth. Sucking and slurping in an insane rythm with the slapping. "Yes, yes! Fuck, Bucky." she called out, and Bucky pulled out of her.

Coming only a second after, his seed spilling over her abdomen. "I love you, I love you." He moaned with faltering breaths, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of her, kissing every part of skin that he could reach.

Holy shit? "I love you too." She smiled lazily, drunk off of her two consequent orgasms. Laying her hand on her stumache, she felt his sticky substance coat her fingers.

His eyebrows knit together in guilt. "Sorry 'bout that sweetheart, I'll get a towel-"

She grabbed his bicep and shook her head, locking her eyes onto his as she brought the fingers to her lips and licked them off, popping them in her mouth to suck them clean.

Bucky stared, unable to form words.

"Cat got your tongue, cowboy?" She asked, a coy smile on her glistenting lips.

"Fuck," he awed breathlessly. "I just love you." He whispered, lowering himself onto her once again, this time striking his tongue into her core.

-

[velvetstreets]

Something where Jack and the reader have a great sex life but the reader isn’t nearly as experienced as him and gets insecure sometimes and Jack reassures her - doesn’t have to be exact but something along those lines pretty please :))

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: fluff, smut, fingering (f!recieving) penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing,

“Hey. Please don’t do that. Cmon’, talk to me baby..” Jack dipped his head down to meet your eyes, having tucked your chin into your neck, embarrassed.

You huffed, throwing your self back into the bed, throwing your hands over your face as you groaned.

Jack gently curled his hands around your wrists, pulling your hands from your face so he could look at you.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s wrong? Or am I gonna have to get it out of you another way…” he trailed off, a smirk forming on his face.

“Jack… don’t-“ you warned him, but it was too late.

Jack’s fingers dug into your skin, tickling you everywhere as you gasped and erupted in giant laughs and giggles.

“Jack!”

“Y/N!” He copied you with a sly grin.

“Fuck off!” You giggled loudly, squirming in his grip.

“Tell me what’s wrong!” He countered, smiling as he continued his tickle attack on you.

“Fine, FINE!” You gasped for air as he let up.

He laid in between your legs, chin on your tummy as you regained your breath.

“I just- hnnnnggg,” you groaned as your threw your arms over your face.

Jack waited patiently, giving a reassuring rub and peck against your tummy.

“I just feel so… inexperienced compared to you. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I just- I- I want it to be good for you too. I just- yeah, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing and I feel dumb.” You huffed your confession, arms still over your face.

“Y/N,” Jack shuffled up and removed your arms from your face, his hands cupping your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“Every moment with you is good for me, it's fucking great for me. Yeah our experiences aren’t the same, but they aren’t supposed to be. Nobody’s is,” he said caressing your cheek.

“And none of that shit matters anyways. Doesn’t matter if you’ve slept with 50 people or 5 or none at all. Just because I may have technically been with more people-“ he said raising his hands to do air quotes. “Doesn’t mean that this isn’t new to me too. I mean fuck-, d’you have any idea the effect you have on me?” He questioned, leaning to plant kisses along your jaw.

“M’always afraid I’m gonna bust too quick every time you let out one of those sweet little sighs,” he mouthed at your neck.

“Or that m’not doing enough to get you there, that I’m not gonna be able to make you feel as fuckin’ deliciously insane as you make me feel when you tighten around me-“ he groaned, grinding his hips into yours; a thumb reaching down to erotically swipe at your nipple.

You let out a pleasant sigh which turned into a whine, your hand threading through his hair to tug on, resulting in a deep groan from Jack.

“Fuck baby,” Jack’s mouth found yours, desperate to feel your soft lips against his, to meld together and never separate. God he could kiss you for hours upon hours. The way he melted into you was euphoria, why would he ever wanna be anywhere else, with anyone else?

Jack's hands were practically shaking, he was electrified by your soft gasps and touch, he couldn't wait to show you what you meant to him.

"Y'make me feel jittery, like I'm on a sugar high," he groaned, kissing your neck, and down to your chest. "And I wake up every day, and can't believe you're mine. I get to kiss you and hug you," he explained.

"And fuck you-" he mouthed at your lips as he rolled his hips against yours. You let out a moan, your hips reacting on their own accord, wanting to meet his delicious bulge again.

"Please..." you whispered.

"Hm? Please what, baby?" Jack teased; you felt his grin press into the crevice of your neck.

"Please, take care of me Jack. Want it... want you, bad." You struggled to form a cohesive sentence, his roaming hands and mouth and the roll of his hips into yours were driving you crazy.

"Yeah? My pretty girl's gonna let me take care of her? Let me fuck her how she deserves? Gonna let me make you cum?" He taunted you.

"Yes, yes, please Jack-" You nodded furiously, grasping at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel him.

"Okay, princess, I got you." Jack promised, kissing your soft lips.

His big hands swept under your shirt, slowly pushing it up your body, littering kisses all over your tummy and up your chest, before taking it off. Jack let out a groan of approval, kissing you again to calm his heart rate down a bit.

"Mmh-, Jack..." your brows slightly furrowed together, tugging at his shirt. Jack couldn't help but chuckle before tearing his own shirt off.

Your hands immediately went to his torso, palms sliding up from his tummy to his chest, exactly as he had done to you. You wet your lips, ogling his porcelain skin, his chest smattered with hair and freckles.

The two of you sat like that for a few seconds, just admiring eachother, nothing but soft pants of neediness filling the room

Jack leant down and pressed a few kisses to your lips and one to your nose - making you giggle, before he continued his plan of action. You lifted your hips so he could slip your shorts off easily, to which he pressed kisses to your pooch, and one to your clothed mound. Jack stood up momentarily, pulling his sweats off before climbing back over you.

He grinned, dimples digging into his cheeks as his eyes roamed over you. "So pretty..." he exhaled, his thumb rubbing over the skin right under your bra.

You weren't wearing anything special, just a simple black bra, with mismatched purple panties. But it didn't matter. None of those details that would've plagued your mind - whether it be your inexperience with sex, your mismatched underwear, if you shaved or not, stretch marks, the way your breasts looked, - none of them mattered. Jack loved them all, he looked at you like you were the sun.

"So fuckin' pretty, angel..." he spoke as if he was in a trance. "So good," he said as he settled in-between your legs, his nose tracing against yours. Jack slipped his hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the side, his grin digging deeper into his face as he was met with your breasts. He happily leant down to give them his undivided attention, kissing, licking, sucking. One thing about Jack, he loved toying with your nipples and clit, wanting to see and feel them grow hard against his touch. "So soft, all mine..." He groaned as they grew hard, causing his dick to do the same, and continued to mouth at your breasts. He left a few hickies against your chest in his wake, before moving on.

"So smart, so funny, so wet-" he said as he slipped two fingers under your panties and ran them through your folds, wetting them with your slick. Jack pulled his fingers back, now pressing the pads of his fingers against your swollen clit.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, your back arching, chest pressing against his.

"I know baby, I know. Feels good, huh?" He panted.

"Y-Yeah- so good," you sighed.

"Yeah? And how 'bout now?" He asked before working his fingers into your wet swollen pussy.

"Oh, god-" you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as he began to pump into you. Jack kept his thumb on your clit, pressing hard against the little nub every time he thrusted into you.

"Fuck, Jack- I'm gonna-" you gasped as the pads of his fingers tapped against that spot in you, your pussy contracting around him.

"C'mon baby, you got it, take what you need mamas-" Jack encouraged you, unable to keep his hips from writhing against the mattress as he watched you tip over the edge of your orgasm.

Your insecurities and worries melted away as you let the euphoric pleasure wash over you. Jack slowed his thrusts, until stopping them completely as he witnessed you sink into the mattress. He gave you a moment to calm down, before he pulled his fingers out and started to place kisses all over your face.

You shivered, grinning as you pressed your face into his neck, wanting to be as close as possible.

"Y'alright?" He asked, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you so you now laid on top of him, and he laid on his back.

"Mhm, the best." You nodded as he held you. And although he gave you a phenomenal orgasm, you couldn't help but want more; and you knew he did too by the hard outline of his dick through his black briefs, but you knew he wouldn't do anything until you initiated it. So you did.

You angled his face towards yours, bringing him in for a hungry kiss, making him sharply inhale.

"Need more." You whined against his mouth.

"Yeah? My baby needs more?" Jack grinned.

You nodded before you slid your panties off, and tugged his briefs after he nodded at you.

His dick was always a sight to see. Big but not intimidating, and girthy. You couldn't help but drool a bit as you watched his sticky cock blurted out a few drops of pre-cum.

You licked at his head, earning a hiss from Jack, and you smiled; loving the reassuring feeling that he loved this as much as you did. You wrapped a hand around him, jerking his cock a few times, making Jack grunt, eyes shut and brows furrowed as you lapped at him a few times.

"B-Baby, please- not gonna last if you keep, fuck-" he groaned as you swirled your tongue around his head.

"Sorry-" you giggled before moving up to straddle his hips.

"Don't be. Just wanna cum when I'm in you." he said panting as his hands rested on your hips.

"Well, you technically were," you grinned at him cockily.

"You know what I mea- oh fuck," he moaned as you sank down onto him.

You started to grind your hips against his, working him into you more until he reached the hilt. Your arousal seeped through you, drenching his cock with you, creating a nice sticky mess against his trimmed pubes, matting them together. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone, making you throw your head back as your palms found home on his broad chest.

"Wait, wait-" you heard him say, his hands stilling your hips.

He pulled out momentarily, and flipped the two of you over, so you were on your back.

"M'supposed to be taking care of you, remember?" He smirked, planting a kiss to your lips.

Jack sat back on his haunches, dick in his hand as his jerked his cock a few times, leaning over and tapping the head at your clit and sliding the length of his cock through your folds, but not fully putting it in yet.

"She wants me real bad, huh?" Jack teased, loving how he'd almost slip into you, and then pull out and keep pressing against your slick folds.

You let out a frustrated whine, and Jack chuckled. He finally slipped the head past your entrance, slowly thrusting into your sopping pussy.

"Fuck, fuck, so warm and tight- fuckin' hell," he exhaled, nuzzling his face into your neck as he held himself up by his forearms.

Jack started to snap his hips a little faster as he felt you relax, his tip kissing your core, making you cry out as you held him closer to you.

"Jack, oh my fucking god!" You whined, threading one of your hands into his curly locks, tugging on them every time he thrusted.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you gasped, hips trying to meet his as he fucked you.

"Good girl- good fuckin' girl, taking this dick so well," Jack muttered in your ear, mouthing at your jaw as a thumb snuck inbetween the two of you to rub at your clit.

"shitshitshit, keep doing that, fuck-" you cried out. All your senses were on ten; you felt him everywhere, it made you dizzy in the best way. You felt your wetness becoming messy, dripping down between your cheeks, as it made Jack's glide smoother.

Neither of you had the ability to form a cohesive sentence anymore, only communicating through grunts, whines and moans.

You were close, the tight rope in your tummy reaching the last of its elasticity, about to snap at any moment. Jack felt it too, the way your walls hugged him only made his balls tighter, and he felt how full they were as they slapped against your ass.

"Shit puppy, not gonna last much longer-" Jack uttered into your neck.

"Cum in me, Jack, I need it," you panted.

You felt him nod in your neck, snapping his hips faster and harder, both of you just kissing the peak of your orgasms. You came first, walls squeezing his thick cock in pulses, raking your nails down his back as you moaned.

The tightness of your pussy and the sound of you cumming drove Jack to his release. His hips stuttered as he gave three sharp final thrusts, emptying his release in you with loud breathy grunts.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle floaty feeling of your orgasms, and feeling his cum spill from you, down your ass and over your thighs. You squeezed your thighs around him once more, reveling in the feeling.

Instinctively, you raked your nails against his sweaty scalp, making his shiver and nuzzle closer against you as he let out a "mmmm".

Jack finally brought his face out from your neck, eyes hooded and dreamy, completely in love with you.

He smiled, messily kissing you, not wanting to move from the warm cocoon you two had made.

He was about to pull out, but you locked your legs around him tighter.

"No. Not yet. Stay like this, please?" you pleaded, not wanting him to be apart from you.

"Of course, whatever you want, smush." He kissed you once more, settling his head on your chest, his arms smoothing up your back, laying his full weight on you as he let out a deep satisfied sigh.

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[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump collab day 12 — semi-conscious

This one’s been on ao3 for a bit I just sort of forgot to put it over here XD This one was suggested by @zeldathusiast, I hope you all enjoy!

No specific warnings apart from a mentioned kidnapping/being held captive, and a bad headache.

Today’s lovely art

Ao3 link

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“He has to be here somewhere, right? That tip we got said he’d be here, but maybe they were wrong, Dad kept being vague on where he got it so I don’t know if we can totally trust it, and we should be prepared to get out of here if it’s a trap and if it was wrong we should plan to check that other—”

“Green, we’ll find him, alright?” Twilight reassured for the fifth time in as many minutes. “Don’t worry.”

Green’s mouth clicked shut, and he gave Twilight a tiny nod.

Twilight watched him turn away, the shadows under his eyes more prominent in the harsh artificial lighting they were sneaking past, and felt a familiar squeeze of worry at the similar expressions on the other colors’ faces.

Four had been split almost a week now, and with Red gone missing during a fight, he couldn’t reform.

Four had never been apart for so long, and that along with the panic of not knowing what was happening to Red, he was acting more and more strange, the remaining pieces of him veering more sharply towards what they represented.

Green had been getting more jittery, obsessing over Red’s whereabouts, and acting overly protective over the other two, which was driving them both crazy. Vio had turned to research and often closed himself away, poring over what information they had, and Blue would blow up at even the smallest slight, face red with tears in his eyes.

Twilight could only imagine the state Red was in.

The behavior grew more severe with every passing day, and while nobody said it, as they watched the colors fall apart they all silently wondered how long Four could even be split.

Did he have a limit? Was he nearing it?

And if he reached it..?

Nobody wanted to find out, and their efforts towards locating Red had only gotten more desperate as the days ticked by. All of them were worried and frightened on Four’s behalf, and Twilight knew he wasn’t the only one who was thinking back to that first terrifying week when Sky had gone missing, and stayed missing.

But Time had finally gotten some information that narrowed down where Red could be, to only a few places as compared to the entire city they’d been scouring before.

Which is why Twilight was now sneaking down a harshly lit hallway with a handful of his brothers, trying not to be consumed by worry while they searched.

“We close?” Twilight asked, and Legend nodded, gesturing to an upcoming split path.

“He should be in one of these hallways somewhere, but they’re pretty long. It might take us a while to actually find him,” Legend said with a frown. “...With time we don’t have. We should’ve brought Wild.”

“Well it’s too late now,” Blue snapped from beside him, his hands tightening into fists. “Why didn’t you think of that before we left?!”

“Well sor-ry, Wild’s checking that other place with Dad and Wind, twerp, I didn’t know we’d need him,” Legend snapped back.

“Guys, knock it off,” Twilight said sharply. Good grief, we’re all running on way too little sleep. “We’ll just split up into groups of two.”

“There’s five of us,” Vio pointed out.

“I know that Vio, I meant you and Legend and Green and Blue can pair up, and I’ll go by myself.”

“That seems like a bad idea,” Vio continued with a raised eyebrow. “Aren’t you always saying it’s better we stick together?”

Twilight took in a steadying breath at his snarky tone, ignoring the urge to be sarcastic in return. “Yes, but not in this case.”

“Why don’t we three just go together, and you and Legend team up?” Green suggested, and Twilight and Legend exchanged short glances.

“...No. Better we do duos,” Legend said, and jerked his head towards a hallway. “C’mon. Let’s get going. Come with me Blue, Green and Vio can check the opposite end from us. Twi can check the other hall.”

Twilight nodded when nobody argued, and they all split off, Twilight grateful that Legend would be able to see all of the colors from where he was.

There had been an unspoken rule as of late not to leave any of them alone. Not with how they’d been acting.

Twilight ran down his assigned hallway, peering through every door that had a window, and opening the ones that didn’t. They’d “borrowed” a keycard to use to get into the facilities, and managed to make copies so they could all get past the doors.

Twilight methodically checked every door, working steadily down the hallway. His worry grew the longer he didn’t find any sign of Red, and he picked up the pace, looking more frantically. He was nearly at the end of the corridor, and there’d been no sign anybody was down this way.

Are we sure that info was real? he thought as he approached the very last window in the hall. Mom hasn’t contacted us yet, so her group hasn’t found him... or maybe it was all faked just to give us false hope...

Twilight looked inside, and relief washed over him, intense and thick.

A little figure sat huddled against the wall inside, red clothes bright against the dull color of the room. His blond head was pressed to his knees with such an air of sadness that Twilight’s heart ached, and he quickly ran to the door.

It slid open with a quiet swish, but the figure didn’t move even with the sound, or when Twilight stepped inside.

“Red?” he called.

That made his little brother’s head snap up to stare at him, eyes wide and startled. His gaze landed on Twilight’s face, and his expression turned even more surprised, Red letting out a gasp as he jumped to his feet.

“Twilight!” he shrieked, and bolted, throwing himself into Twilight’s arms with a sob.

Twilight hugged him back just as fiercely, Red crying into his shoulder, and he quickly clicked a button on his radio four times, the signal they’d all agreed to use for “I found him”.

“We found you Smithy, you’re okay now, I got you,” Twilight soothed, his shirt steadily growing damp. “It’s okay. Are you hurt at all?”

“N-no,” Red hiccuped, face still pressed to Twilight’s shirt. “Th-they mostly left me alone, I d-don’t think they even wanted a-a hostage.”

Twilight squeezed him tighter. “I’m so sorry Red.”

Red didn’t reply, aside from another hiccuping sob.

Twilight knew they should get going, but he couldn’t bring himself to make Red move just yet, so he held him a little longer and just let him cry. Red’s louder sobs eventually petered out, and Twilight gave him a comforting pat on the back as Red finally sat up a little, still sniffling.

“Twi, is e-everyone else here?” Red finally asked, letting out a hiccup. “I-I don’t want to be separate anymore.”

“Yeah they came, they’re close by,” Twilight reassured, and Red visibly relaxed, though he still looked upset.

“It was awful being away from them so long,” he whimpered. “It felt...”

He swallowed and didn’t continue, and Twilight gave him a squeeze.

“Well if we want to get you back together, we should get going,” he said, and Red eagerly nodded, wiping his sleeve over his face.

Twilight helped him up, and then turned into a wolf, gesturing for Red to hop on. He gladly did, and they ran went back the way Twilight had come, opting less for sneakiness and more for pure speed. Twilight didn’t want Red to have to wait a second longer than necessary to be back with the other parts of himself, and he loped down the hallways as fast as he could without slipping on the shiny floors.

Red in turn clung tightly to his fur, his head not quite buried in it. Twilight could just barely feel Red’s tears dampening his fur as he sniffled again, and his stomach clenched, even with the relief pounding through him.

The part of Twilight, the more wolffish part of him that longed to protect had been going haywire all week, and even now that he had Red secure on his back, it still bayed for justice.

Twilight ignored it. He was pretty sure Red’s captors were long gone, and going after them now wouldn’t be productive in any way. Even if he wanted to demand answers as to why they’d grabbed a nine year old and locked him in a room for a week.

No. Red safe and secure on his back was plenty for now, and as he firmly told himself that, the wolf began to calm.

Though he knew it wouldn’t completely settle until they were all back together and safe at home again.

Twilight turned a corner near where he and the rest of the group had split up, and Red sat up and shouted, pointing excitedly down the hall. The rest of the colors were already making their way towards them, but they all zeroed in at Red’s shout, relief on all three faces.

“RED!” Blue yelled, and all three of them bolted, Red leaping off Twilight’s back and crashing into them with a happy cry.

All four of them began chattering simultaneously, asking questions and crying and in Blue’s case, giving Red a punch on the arm that wasn’t as hard as it could have been.

Twilight smiled in relief as they huddled together, turning back into a human, and realized that the rest of the team they had brought was coming up behind them, Legend Hyrule and their mother all looking extremely relieved.

“Red— never do that again,” Green said as they hugged, and Red nodded rapidly.

“I won’t! I won’t, it wasn’t even on purpose, they just grabbed me, a-and I couldn’t get away, and nobody heard me yell,” Red said in a watery voice, and Vio gave him a soft pat on the head.

“Well you’re okay now, you don’t have to cry,” Blue grumbled, but his arm didn’t leave Red’s shoulder.

The colors didn’t talk any longer after that, only hugging a few moments more before they began to glow, unable to wait a second longer to reform. A pulse of multicolored light shone around the hallway, bouncing off the pale walls, and Twilight had to look away until it began to dim.

Four stood alone, his eyes closed as the last of the glow faded away.

Then he doubled over with his hands clenched to his head, face twisted up in pain. Twilight darted forward and caught him before he fell, and Four whimpered in his arms, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Four, hey, what’s wrong?” Twilight asked, trying not to panic.

Four flinched at his words, and the sound of the others running up as well, and tried to curl into a ball, still clenching at his hair.

“What’s wrong with him?” Legend asked with wide eyes.

“Four, are you okay?” Hyrule asked, and Four only let out another whimper.

“Give him some space,” Malon said, and they slid back a bit, giving her room to kneel by Four. She placed a gentle hand on his back, and rubbed it as Four let out a pitiful groan. “Four? Honey are you okay?”

Four only groaned again, and Hyrule scooted over and set a glowing hand on his head, eyes closed in concentration. But he withdrew after a moment, gaze slightly bewildered.

”His head is fine, I didn’t see anything,” he said, and Twilight frowned.

“Did they do something just to Red then?” Twilight asked, trying to keep his voice calm and only partially succeeding. “That would hurt him when he merged?”

“I don’t... think so?” Hyrule said. He sounded uncertain though, and wrung his hands a bit.

“Seriously? We would have noticed if they’d done something,” Legend shot at Twilight.

“How do you know?” Twilight answered just as sharply. “It might not be physical!”

“Well maybe he’s just—”

“Boys shh, you’re hurting him,” Malon said a bit sharply, and they went silent, another quiet whimper from Four the only noise. “Four? Can you tell us what’s wrong?”

Four dragged his eyes open, and Twilight stared, the normal blue of his eyes completely overrun by jagged swirls of red, green, and purple, blue scattered throughout. As he watched, the red got larger, and Four flinched, once again slamming his eyes shut and falling mostly limp in Twilight’s arms.

“Four, we can’t help unless we know what’s wrong,” Twilight tried, running a hand through his hair.

Please Four, can you give us something?

A few long moments ticked by, Four’s shaky breathing the only sound in the bright hallway. Finally Four breathed out, the noise hitching in the middle, and his fingers tightened in his hair.

“T-too— much,” he finally bit out, voice hitching and wavering. “M-Memories, different—”

Four pressed his head tighter against Twilight’s chest, his breathing trembling. He let out another small groan, and Twilight ran a helpless hand over his hair as he tried to curl himself up even tighter.

“Oh. I get it,” Legend said quietly, and they all looked at him inquisitively. Legend sighed. “Look, he was split all that time, right? Normally getting back together is no big deal for him, even if it’s been a little while. But his experiences as Green, Blue, and Vio this time were so vastly different from Red’s that when he reformed...”

“...all of those stark different memories got put in one head,” Malon finished, and ran a gentle hand through Four’s hair again. “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry.”

Twilight wasn’t sure if Four even heard her, with the way he was curled up in a ball, hands still clenching at his head, face screwed shut in a wince.

“Can we help him?” Hyrule asked, and Malon looked uncertain.

“I don’t know, hon. It looks to me like he’ll just need some time to adjust,” she said, gently running her hand through Four’s hair. “Is there any way we can help, Four?”

Four didn’t say anything in reply, but he gave a tiny, pained shake of his head.

“We should get him home then, right?” Twilight spoke up, trying not to sound overly worried despite how fast his heart was still pounding. “If he just needs to adjust. He’ll be able to rest better there, and we need to get out of here anyway.”

Malon nodded, and Twilight scooped Four up into his arms, relieved his brother was fairly lightweight. Four curled into his hold, face still drawn with pain, and Twilight held him tight as they worked their way back towards the exit.

Somehow zero alarms had been triggered by their presence, and Twilight was starting to suspect the place had been abandoned what with how silent and empty it was. The fact that that meant the people who’d kidnapped Red had basically abandoned him here all alone was enough to reawaken the protectiveness in Twilight’s chest with a snarl, and this time he only half-heartedly reeled it in.

For their sakes, they had better not show their faces again anytime soon.

“Tw-i..?”

Several minutes of the trek had gone by before the whisper came from Twilight’s arms, and he looked down at Four, still limp in his hold.

“Yeah bud?”

“Thanks,” Four whispered into his shirt, and though he didn’t elaborate, Twilight knew what he meant.

“You’re welcome,” Twilight replied gently, and Four tucked his face against his neck, the pained creases on his face slightly eased.

[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: mentions of death/su**ide

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

this took forever but i’m getting back in the groove! I got a little ahead of myself so I had to restart my whole timeline so it made sense. also yes asten is really determined to do this, you’ll learn why later

part sixteen

❝ WITHOUT A TRACE ❞

SATURDAY — AUGUST 8 — 10:04PM

SURPRISINGLY TO NO ONE, SLEEP WAS AVOIDED LIKE THE BLACK PLAGUE THAT NIGHT. Bentley, Nico, and Asten took to conversing quietly instead, all spread out on various parts of Bentley’s king sized bed. Nico was laying on his back across the foot of the mattress, bickering with Asten a little, but staring at the ceiling, mostly. He’d been jumping at shadows and flinching at the faintest of sounds for hours now. Bentley wasn’t even sure he’d seen him smile since they got to the Manor. Asten was posted up near the left edge of the bed, scouring the internet on Tim’s old laptop with a big bag of chips Jason had insisted they take up with them. He, as opposed to Nico, was taking their terrible circumstances in his stride, acting completely normal. Bentley was against the headboard, fiddling with his phone, trying his best not to be awkward.

Before they’d come up to Bentley’s bedroom, they’d been cooped up in the den, watching random movies on a quiet volume with Dick and Jason for company. It was the first time Bentley had seen Dick out of the hospital bed. Outwardly, he was just Dick Grayson. Charming, outgoing, fun-loving and even able to put Bentley’s jittery friends at ease; but Bentley could see the glimmer in his eyes that was dimmer than usual, the brief moments that he took to breathe and gather himself before he put the never-ending smile back on.

Jason had to have been seeing it, too. He was off to the side reading a book, but Bentley saw him react to things ever so slightly, like his finger twitching the slightest bit when Dick would shift uncomfortably, or the way his eyes flicked up for a split second when Asten’s Crime Alley drawl made a unmistakable appearance. 

After they successfully spent nine solid hours in the den, and skipped lunch, Dick practically begged them to eat something. (Bentley realized just then that he and Asten hadn’t eaten at all that day.) Dinner was quiet.

Bruce had let them know Damian had gone to a friend’s house — a family called the Kents — and Bentley was ninety-nine percent sure it was because of him, Asten, and Nico. Why else would Damian spontaneously up and leave? Duke was working on a school project at a classmate’s, Steph was swamped with college, Babs was staying late at the library, Tim was working over (which really meant he was in the cave.), and Cass was… well… doing whatever Cass did. (No one could really keep tabs on her, could they?) Bentley assumed it had to do with her upcoming dance recital next week.

Bentley didn’t mind. The meal was quick and quiet, and Alfred made some really good pasta stuff, that was so good Asten got a second helping. (Which Bentley considered really good, because he was Brazilian and Brazilians were very good cooks.)

And that pretty much led to now, ten at night, sitting in Bentley’s  bedroom that was pitch silent apart from Asten’s occasional crunching.

Bentley had exhausted all the games on his phone throughout the day, so now he was just kind of playing with his phone case. Nico’s phone kept going off repeatedly. (Bruce had called his parents to let them know what was going on, and they were coming back early, but their plane didn’t leave until morning so Nico had to stay with the Waynes until they got home.) Asten had said he called his uncle, but Bentley didn’t actually think so — he’d been near the bathroom door the whole time and never heard him say anything. But maybe he texted him. Either way, Asten was staying the night again, too. (As if Bruce would even consider letting him go home alone — He’d been checking on them nonstop, once every fifteen minutes at least. No one would know he was the calm and collected Batman based on the way he acted with his kids. Which was probably a good thing.)

“Bentley?”

It was the first time he’d heard Nico’s voice in quite a while, so both he and Asten perked up, glancing over at the blonde. His ocean blue eyes were locked on the ceiling. He was tugging on the strings of his light gray hoodie in a repetitive, rhythmic pattern, staring at nothing but deep in thought.

“Yeah?” Bentley questioned, picking at the edge of his clear phone case.

“What was your dream like? About her?” 

Bentley blinked. They hadn’t talked about the Secret Keeper since they got home, and he really hadn’t expected Nico to be the one to bring it up. He tapped on his phone lightly, exhaling.

“Uh… well… it was really realistic,” Was how he started, gaze focusing on the dark comforter he had over his legs. “I thought I was awake, and I started hearing her. Talking to me.”

He tried to hide the little shiver that shook him when he imagined the warped, strange mixture of her voice and Damian’s, but he wasn’t sure he hid it very well. “I tried to run but she was everywhere, taking peoples faces, their voices, just for me to look up and realize it was her and not them. I...” He looked down a bit farther. “I threw up when I finally woke up.”

Nico glanced over at him, blue eyes bouncing across his face for a few seconds. “Mine was really realistic, too. I woke up when my baby sister was crying, and I went to get her, but when I opened her bedroom door it was…” He trailed off, focusing back on the ceiling. “She, uh… started chasing me around my house. And none of the doors went to the right rooms, everywhere was a dead end, and I couldn’t find my parents or my sister, and I…”

Bentley glanced over at him, watching him blink the tiniest hint of glassy-ness out of his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Nico finally continued. “I threw up, too. Like four times. It always happens when I get really scared.”

A moment of silence passed.

“Was yours weird like that, Asten?” He questioned, glancing over at him.

Asten shrugged, not looking up from the screen that was lighting up his face and hair. “It… uh…”

Bentley watched his green irises move from the screen, to the keyboard, down to his lap, bouncing around there for a few moments. “I don’t… really want to talk about it.”

Nico blinked, looking back at the ceiling. “…Sorry.”

“S’fine,”

The room fell quiet, and Bentley kept fiddling with his phone. Maybe Asten’s dream had something to do with his parents or Brazil — that would make sense why he didn’t want to talk about it. Or maybe he was just terrified and didn’t want to think about it. Justifiably.

Bentley breathed in and out. “How’s your research going?” He said after a few moments, glancing over at Asten.

The blue-haired-boy shrugged. “I’ve pretty much dead-ended on my missing persons list. It totals up to forty-nine in the past four months, in and around Gotham. A lot of them are already… dead.”

Asten picked up the laptop and moved next to Bentley, adjusting the screen so he could see it. He had a spreadsheet open with a list of names and links to the articles where he’d found them. The whole thing looked freakishly similar to Tim’s — Asten wasn’t kidding around with his research, apparently.

“Research for what?” Nico questioned, sitting up on his elbows to gaze at them.

“I’m making a list of all the potential Secret Keeper targets. Trying to find something to go off of. To find her boss,” Asten explained, nonchalantly.

Nico wasted no time sitting up with a high-pitched: “To find her what?!”

Asten shrugged. “I dunno! Her boss, her leader, her dad, whoever branded her head.”

“Branded her head?”

“Yes, branded her head,” Asten clarified with a sigh. Nico pushed himself upright and shimmied up to the headboard, on the other side of Asten to look at the computer.

“Why in the world are you trying to find her boss?” He murmured, scanning the spreadsheet quickly.

“Because I want to destroy her,” Asten said, with a completely blank, serious expression on his face. Nico stared at him for a solid ten seconds before he frowned.

“What’re you gonna do? She’s killed people!”

Asten scoffed. “I’m going to make her life a living hell, thank you very much. Bentley said he’s in.”

Nico’s panicky blue eyes flicked over to Bentley. “For real?”

He shrugged lightly. Chasing down murdery metahuman supervillains wasn’t exactly his idea of fun, but if it would convince Damian he deserved to live with them, he’d do that five times over. After all, it’s what his whole family did, every single night. 

“Yeah,” He muttered quietly.

“If they harass you, harass them back,” Asten chimed, like it was some sort of nursery rhyme he learned when he was little. Nico gaped at him. “Fight fire with fire, they hit you, you hit them harder, all that jazz.”

“That’s illegal and immoral,” Nico murmured. “And I’m pretty sure fire plus fire just equals more fire.”

Bentley glanced up at Asten, who snickered: “Nothings illegal if you don’t get caught!”

Nico blinked a few times, in silence. “No,” He deadpanned. “How are her supposed victims going to help you find her boss, anyway?”

Asten shrugged. “I’m not actually sure yet. Just working with what I’ve got. Which isn’t much.”

None of them said anything for a solid ten seconds, all just glancing between each other and the computer.

“You guys can help me, actually. I’m trying to find anything besides being missing or dead that might link all these people together. If you want to see what you can find on some of them, that would be very helpful,” Asten explained.

“Helpful in finding a boss that might not even exist, of a lady who can kill you from four states away, that’s been personally attacking us. Sounds safe to me,” Nico muttered, and Asten elbowed him with a pointed glare. 

“Shut up,”

“Why are you so obsessed with destroying her? Gotham has police and superheroes for that,” Nico continued.

Asten stared at the screen in silence for a moment, something grim swirling in the back of his eyes before he pushed it away with a sharp inhale. “Because she’s been stalking us like a freaking psycho. If she’s gonna mess with us, she’s gonna know who she’s messing with.”

Bentley blinked. “If she can read our minds, I guess she already does.”

Asten glanced over at him for a moment, their eyes locking for a solid five seconds before he looked away again.

“True,”

“You think she can just always read our minds? Whenever she wants?” Nico interjected, glancing between them worriedly. “Because I don’t think a supervillain that knows we’re trying to catch them is going to be very easy to catch. Not to mention she’ll probably kill us.”

Asten shrugged. “I mean, if she can, she already knows. There’s no point in stopping now.”

“Uh, yeah, there is. It’s called not dying,” Nico sassed.

“Would you just help me?” Asten finally muttered, gesturing to the computer. “Just pick anyone on the list and see what you can find. It’d take me forever to do all these.”

Bentley obeyed, turning his phone the right way and choosing a name from the very top of the list: Titus Lancaster. 

He navigated to the internet and typed the name in, and immediately, several different results popped up.

The first one was on a website called Gotham’s Coldest Cases, and when he clicked on it, a picture of a boy with shiny, grayish-brown eyes was the first thing he saw. He was holding a guitar and sitting on the floor in front of a distant Christmas tree, wearing a red hoodie and gray sweatpants, smiling brightly up at the camera with dimples the size of craters. There was a red and black beanie pulled over his head, his deep brown hair only peeking out slightly from the front and back.

The headline beneath it was: New Jersey Couple Awakes to their Twelve Year Old Son Gone Without a Trace.

Bentley continued to scroll, watching the body of the article appear as he did.

Isabelle and Jonathan Lancaster awoke the morning of May 6 like it was any other day… little did they know, it wasn’t. When Isabelle Lancaster went to wake up her pre-teen son for school, he wasn’t there.

‘There was nothing in his room or in the rest of the house that would suggest he ran away. Even his cellphone was still charging on his nightstand.’ Says Eugenia Carlomile, head detective on the case. ‘No signs of forced entry or forced exit, no sightings of him or any suspicious persons anywhere outside of their house. We’re waiting for further evidence to continue our search.’

Titus Lancaster was last seen on May 5, when he and his parents parted ways for bed around 10:45pm. He was reportedly wearing a black hoodie with his last name and the number 16 on the back, and the Gotham City Middle School basketball logo on the front, with light gray sweatpants and a black and red beanie on his head. 

As of today, July 17, there are still no sightings of Titus. His family is holding an empty, closed casket funeral that is open to the public for anyone who wishes to grieve with them on July 27.

If you have seen or believe you have seen Titus Lancaster, or have heard any additional information regarding his disappearance, please contact the Gotham City Police Department at (856)-916-GCPD.

Bentley scrolled back to the top and saved the website to his favorites folder, before tapping his way back to the initial search results.

The second website that came up was Gotham News Network (GNN). When he opened it, there was a button at the top that said About the Disappearance of Titus Lancaster, but below that stood the large headline: Isabelle and Jonathan Lancaster Found Dead.

He took a deep breath, in and out, then scrolled down.

Isabelle and Jonathan Lancaster were found dead in their garage due to asphyxiation on July 28, caused by the trapped fumes of two running vehicles. Detective Eugenia Carlomile suggests this was a direct response to their missing twelve-year-old son, Titus Lancaster’s closed casket funeral the day before.

Bentley opted out of reading the rest of the article, saving it to his file with the other instead.

He couldn’t even imagine going missing, only to come back and learn your parents were dead.

The rest of the articles were repeats of those two, the only other relevant website being one called Gotham Areopagus. Bentley clicked on it, but it just ended up being a congratulations on their website for a group graduating from a children’s physics course there early in the year. Titus was among the list of names.

“I didn’t find anything about Titus, other than what happened to him and his parents,” Bentley said quietly, glancing over at Asten. “And that he took some class at a place called the… Areopagus?”

Asten nodded lightly, typing something next to Titus’s name. “It’s some rich kid's extracurricular class thing. I think people go there to just… take more classes? Nico’s been there.”

Bentley glanced over at the blonde, who shrugged. “It’s like, hands on STEM class stuff. I only went to a birthday party there, but there are year-long courses and stuff you can take.”

Bentley nodded lightly. He wasn’t going to ask what STEM meant.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know about it, nosebleed,” Asten taunted, nudging Bentley with his elbow. “Y’know, being the kid of the richest man, like, ever, and everything.”

Bentley shrugged. “I’m not from here, remember? I’m from Drew.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Asten continued. “You can look up someone else, then. It’s fine if you can’t find much.”

Bentley moved onto another random name, in the middle of the list: Davis Henderson.

Why did he recognize that name?

He typed it into his browser, scanning the results that popped up. The first one was on a news site called Right Now New Jersey, and when he clicked on it, the headline read: New Jersey College Student Assaulted at Work.

When he opened it, a photograph of an eerily familiar, blonde-haired-green-eyed guy came up. He was wearing a blue button up and a little waist apron, with a notepad and pen in his hands, smiling down at the camera. Behind him was a bar.

The bar Bentley went into when he was running from his father last year. It was that Davis, the waiter that tried to keep Bentley away from his father’s men, to protect him, only to get the butt of a pistol to his head.

21-year-old Davis Henderson was assaulted by an unknown assailant in the back room of the bar he works at. He was found unconscious with a blow to the head by coworker, Madison Langford, who called the police. ‘All I saw was blood, a lot of it, and I immediately called the cops,’ Said Langford, Henderson’s coworker in training. ‘I was so afraid he might’ve been dead.’

Henderson woke up confused and unable to give the police any description of his assailant or the incident in question. The camera system in the bar seemed to have been tampered with, as the exact time of the assault was cut out of the footage. More on this story as it develops.

Bentley quickly clicked off of that article. He could still remember the way the gun cracked as it collided with the waiter’s head. The way he dropped like a rag doll. The fact that it was all his fault.

He silently scrolled down to the next article instead, on the same website as Titus’s: Gotham’s Coldest Cases. The headline was: Star Princeton University Student Missing?

He opened it up and scrolled past the exact picture of Davis that was on the other website.

21-year-old Princeton University student Davis Henderson was declared missing on August 2nd, after not showing up to work or classes for 24 hours. 

He was last seen on surveillance walking between his home and work on August 1st at approximately 3:27am on 9th street, near Whitehouse Library and The Gotham Areopagus. He was wearing a blue button-up, black slacks, and black tennis-shoes. He didn’t make contact with anyone on or around the time of his disappearance, and there is no surveillance footage of him returning to his apartment complex that night or the following 48 hours.

‘I assumed he was sick when he didn’t come to class,’ Said Ethan Hunt, Davis’s classmate at Princeton University. ‘But he didn’t respond all day. I drove all the way to his apartment complex in Gotham, to make sure he hadn’t fallen seriously ill, but it was still locked and he wasn’t home.’

If you have seen or believe you have seen Davis Henderson, or have heard any additional information regarding his disappearance, please contact the Gotham City Police Department at (856)-916-GCPD.

Bentley sighed lightly and closed the website. Davis was so nice to him, and now he was… gone. Disappeared off the street.

And wasn’t Whitehouse Library the same place where The Secret Keeper chased Asten?

When he went through more of the search results, they were just repeats of those two stories, plus a few social media posts where Davis was tagged. Bentley scoured four different accounts of his, even going back as far as when he was a young teenager, but there was nothing that aided his search or seemed suspicious in the slightest. 

Bentley sighed heavily, glancing at the list Asten had made. “This guy was last seen in the same area where the Secret Keeper chased you.” 

Asten glanced over at him, then at his phone. “Who?”

“Davis Henderson,” Bentley stated, and Asten nodded, finding Davis’s column and typing a few things next to his name.

“I’m not finding anything on this Olivia girl but her dream and the reports of her going missing,” Nico stated. “She saw the Secret Keeper in her yard.”

“That’s fine,” Asten muttered.

Well, three down. Forty-six to go.

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Ch.2 | Be Careful Little Lies

" YOU EVER GET TIRED OF BEING SPRUNG, DUDE "

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"Go to school, Eddie!" You shouted into the phone before hanging up. Taking a moment, you laugh at the excitement that lingered. He'd called four times this morning. No more long distance fees.

"If only he knew just how close you actually are." You thought heading for the kitchen. There in stood Lenard, eyes wide and jittery, you snicker from your chair, "rough night, Len?" You asked him.

Lenard tossed you a halfhearted glare, "I heard several things go bump in the night. We may need to get a dog." He said, raising the coffee cup to his mouth, "a big mean ugly one." Lenard added, taking a sip.

You giggled lightly, "You're plenty scary enough." you teased. "Only when I don't get my 8 hours and Sunday appointment. Which may be a problem." a light frown fell across his face, "I love me a small town with charm, but I don't think I can find a good spa or salon here." He sighed.

"Nope, but I saw plenty in Indianapolis, it's not far." You said. Lenard smiled at you carefully, "it's far enough. I can't trust you to be on your own for too long, you like to get yourself in trouble." he said.

You side glanced, being your nurse was personal for Lenard, you were his best friend's daughter. Her only daughter and she was his only friend. "I'd behave long enough, besides soon enough I'll have someone to hang out with, probably. I'll be ok." You said.

Lenard however shrugged, "I'd still rather be near." He hummed.

"Worry wort." you teased.

The doorbell echoed through the house in a warped chime. "Oh hell no, we've got to fix that first." Lenard gasped, covering his mouth. "Yeah, no that's, that's scary." You exhaled.

Lenard turn his head to look at you with a less than amused gaze, "I bet my last penny that it's someone from the estate." He said.

"Yeah? I see you that penny and raise my last dollar that, whoever it is, is just as weird as Marcus was." You murmured, wheeling behind Lenard to the door.

Eddie released a sigh of frustration as he looked down at his note paper. What was meant to be notes of the equation quickly turned into doodles again. Prancer the healer was a feature, as well as a knight and together with the Bard they had begun an adventure. Small doodles showed the journey from a dungeon to a tavern.

"You're doing it again." Eddie thought to himself.

Chrissy lifted her hand, cutting off the teacher from her lesson. "yes, Chrissy?" she asked. "May I be excused?" Chrissy asked, The teacher simply nodded towards the bathroom passes and Chrissy was quick to stand and leave her desk.

Having been late for class, Eddie was stuck with a middle row seat. He scrambled to cover his paper as Chrissy passed his desk. Holding his breath as he hoped she didn't take notice. However, she stole a glance behind her on the way out. "She didn't...." Eddie thought, biting his lip, "would be about my luck, never notice me until the one time I need her not too." Eddie thought in a sigh.

"Man," Paul said with a shake of his head, in his hands he held a pile of notes Eddie passed around to his friends. "They're all covered in these little things." Jeff said, looking over the plethora of doodles.

Eddie's mouth rested against his fist as he watched the notes go from person to person. "Who's the knight?" Gareth asked. "Nobody, just filler." Eddie said quickly. "You spent a lot of time on his details for just filler." Gareth murmured.

Reaching out quickly, Eddie snatched his notes away. "Give 'em back!" He called. Paul's gaze on Eddie was as dry as his words, "you ever get tired of being sprung, dude?" He asked him. Eddie's cheeks began to heat up as his eyes narrowed at Paul. "Do you have to say it like that?" Eddie asked.

"Can't even deny it." Jeff laughed.

Eddie side glanced, "It helps me not think about the fact that, I've got a matter of days before I possibly get Y/n mad at me for misrepresenting myself." he murmured.

"You're being a little dramatic." said Jeff.

"Just tell her why you did it." Gareth said.

Paul's brows raised high on his forehead, "You've been pinpals for how long now?" He asked Eddie. "Years" Gareth answered, "at most, she'll get a little pissed. It's not friendship breaking." he added.

"As long as you're open and honest with her about why you did it." Jeff added.

"Yeah, not gonna happen. Not helpful." Eddie said.

The three guys sighed, "and why?" Gareth asked. Eddie picked around at his small bag of chips, to avoid the eyes of his friends. "It's embarrassing." Eddie muttered.

"A little, but you know what's worse?" Paul asked, "having to come up with dozens of excuses of why we aren't on tour or why she's never seen an album in the store." he said.

"It's not that big of a lie. We don't have an album in stores yet....at least not outside of Hawkins and a few demos being pushed by local radio stations....and a few concerts at nearby bars." Eddie said.

The three guys looked at Eddie, silently blinking. "We barely have an audience at the hideout." said Jeff. "Oh, this will be a disaster." Gareth laughed. "Not funny, Gareth." Eddie shot.

"It's a little funny." Paul admitted.

The rep from the Estate left it had taken hours, and you were no less confused as you peered down at the multiple stack of papers and forms before you at the dinning room table.

Lenard held a frown as he set down one of the many documents. "I don't understand any of this. You may need to contact your father and ask for a lawyer." He said.

Your gaze shifted to look out the window into the shaded woods outside, "it would be nice, if I knew where he was and his new contact information. He hasn't told me where he's gone." You sighed.

"Try his last hotel?" Lenard asked. You shook your head, "new tenant to the room already." You explained.

Lenard's brows knitted together, He didn't like the sound of that. But he would remain quiet about his worries for now.

You looked down at the papers, your heart feeling heavy, and Lenard could see the sadness in your eyes. "I know just what we need, They said they left us a car outside, right? How about we run to the store, grab some stuff. I'll make that pasta you like, and we'll pick up some movies. We can gorge and sulk and laugh or cry at the movies." Lenard offered.

"You'll start school soon, and Dr. Brenner will be sending a college to stop by and give you a check-up beforehand. The Estate will be moving Hasufel and Morning Glory's Dawn they should arrive within a couple of days. There's a lot to handle, might as well try and relax while we can." Lenard reasoned.

You gave a nod and smiled, "sounds nice."

Lenard pleased with himself smiled wide, "as I always say, why stress when you can rest?" He said. Your brow dipped down, and you backed your wheelchair away from the table, "I thought it was why weep when you can sleep?" you asked him.

Lenard chuckled quietly, "honey, that's only when he turns out to be straight or married." He said coyly. You grinned, "and when I'm all out of shrimp cocktails and gin." Lenard added.

"Now go get your jacket, we're going on a field trip to see what the towns like." Lenard picked up a document and re-read it quickly, "and to see if we can find any of these properties dear old grandma left you."

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You looked out the window, it was a day that felt more like winter than fall, and the town was sleepy. Still, you had to admit even on a gray wintry day it carried a lot of charm with it. "Why would a one hundred and one year old woman own an arcade?" You asked as you passed the street address for one of the many property locations you inherited.

"It likely wasn't an arcade back then, she owns the land it's sitting on, not the building itself." Lenard reasoned. "But be glad they lay a lease, that's going to be funding your school supplies."

As the two of you took laps around Main St. your stomach soured, "I've got to explain to my only friend why've lied to him and that I own half the town now? Eddie thinks all richies are snobs." You thought, laughing quietly, "except Harrington, apparently who is the snob that's an exception somehow."

As you pass an auto body shop, you spot an unforgettable face, even with his hair tied back. "Damn it!" you whimper, slipping down into your seat quickly, so that only your eyes may peer out the window.

Your body protested, as it was not a comfortable or convenient position on a good day, let alone a bad one.

"What are you doing back there?" Lenard asked, checking the rearview mirror.

"I saw Eddie." You whispered.

"He can't hear you in here, sweetie." Lenard chuckled. "But why are we hiding from Eddie-Teddy?" Lenard asked. "You still call him that?" You asked.

"mmhm, now answer me, you're not slick." Lenard continued to push. You sighed heavily, "I still haven't told him we've moved here. I told him we moved to Muncie, the next town over." You confessed.

Lenard sat in silence for a moment before he spoke slowly and carefully, "Y/n, this town is small, he is going to see you." He said.

"Eddie hasn't seen me since that Christmas card in the 5th grade. I look a little different now in my face, a lot different in my body. It's enough to just 'resemble' myself." You reasoned.

"You'll share a school, probably some classes. People recognize voices." said Lenard, you could hear the amusement in his voice.

You raised your pitch to something that fluttered sweetly but was quiet, "not if I talk like this." You said. Lenard burst into laughter, "Hun, you talk like that for too long, and you'll break your voice box." He warned.

"It's the voice I used in community theater when I did the narrator for the peter pan play." You said, "That was two shows an hour for three hours a day every Friday through Saturday for a month." You said with a shrug, "I was ok in the end. I just need to buy time to tell Eddie in a way that he won't be mad at me."

"And you didn't do this in the first place because?" Lenard asked.

You fell silent, and Lenard's smile fell away from his face as he checked the mirror. "Y/n?" he questioned. You heaved a sigh, "because in our letters and phone calls he was always so impressed with my sportsman life. My obsession with eventing, training, love for the great outdoors. It's formed how he sees me, he sees me the way I am, not the way my body is now trying to force me to be."

You looked down at your hands as you fiddled with your fingers, "all my more recent photos have my lofstrands, rollator, or chair in them. I don't want him to see me the way everyone else does. I'm fine with my gear, It keeps me going - It's the opinions people make up about me the moment they see them." You said.

"I don't want my only friend to start to see me through their eyes. So I've avoided pictures. Which he's been surprisingly cool about." You sighed.

"Honey, if his opinion were to change, he's an asshole who was never really a friend." Lenard said, trying to mask the break in his voice as he batted tears away with his eyelashes.

"The boy isn't like that anyway, not little Eddie-Teddy." He said. "He'd be over the moon to know you were here, and could careless that things have changed for you." Lenard reasoned with a smile.

You frowned, "Eddie and his band are locally famous, I'm sure he has fans and gigs, He'd think it was too hard for me to keep up with that lifestyle, and I'd get left behind eventually." you murmured.

"You keep up with me, you can handle being band bestie," Lenard cleared his throat and mumbled, "even if we all know bestie isn't the word I want to use."

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, but as I said. If that's how his mind changes, screw him." said Lenard. "I don't know what I'd do without...." You caught the smirk on Lenard's face through the mirror, "Stop it Len, I mean it platonically!" you shouted.

"I bet you think you do." He teased.

"I mean it!" you snapped.

"Uh huh, but why're you still sunken down like that, that's not healthy." Lenard said. "B-because I'm stuck." you admitted. "What!" Lenard pulled the car over to the curb and parked, getting out to help you back into your seat.

Back tracking down Main St. Lenard left you to get the movies while He explored the local flower shop.

" So there I was being actually pretty dang charming, for once, and then Hinkley shot a spit wad meant for Kendrick at the side of my face," Robin explained followed after by an anguished groan, "Ooou, yeah that killed all game, but I'm sure Vicki will forget about it." Steve said with a shrug.

"I really doubt it, it was huge, I have no clue why Hinkley thought that thing would fly past me and two others." Robin sulked. "Hinkley's always had bad aim, you should see the boys bathrooms." Steve muttered.

Robins eyes wandered to the new customer approaching the doors. "Hey, go help her get it." She said. Steve's ears perked, and he looked over his shoulder, "oh shit, right." he said, leaving the counter to head for the door, but as he did so the door opened.

You wheeled yourself in and looked around, "wow bigger place than what I expected." you thought. "Welcome to Family Video!" A girl chimed from behind the counter, she offered you a bright smile. "Yeah, let us know if you need anything. There's currently a discount on animated films." said the guy.

"Thank you." You answered simply, as casually as you could muster. But your heart hammered away in your chest and your palms became damp as they tried to grip your wheels.

"Note to self, rent a lot of movies, the staff are cute." You thought to yourself, "severely cute."

Robin waited until their customer was out of sight before wacking Steve's shoulder. "I've never seen her here before." Robin whispered. "Probably visiting family, we've gotten a lot of those after Star Court and all those funerals." Steve said, leaning onto the counter and opening a bag of M&Ms.

"How are you not all over her? You hound any girl who comes in here?" Robin asked, her hand gesturing to the direction the customer went, "She's cute." she added. Steve side glanced, He didn't want to come off as shallow, and it sounded silly to even himself, but, "S-she... I mean," he stammered.

Robin gave him a flat gaze, "you're an ass, dingus." she said. "I'm not, trying to be" Steve hissed quietly, "I-I just don't know how to work my magic under certain circumstances." He stammered. "It's no different." Robin sighed. Steve rubbed the back of his neck, "I mean, I can give it a try, sure. But she's visiting, right? I'm not for long distance." he said.

"Uh, hello? We don't know that she's visiting. That's what small talk at the check-out counter is for." Robin advised.

"I think six movies is more than enough, Superman III, Flash dance, and Breathless for Lenard" You said, grabbing the final ones and heading for the counter.

Wheeling closer, you could see the two employee's talking, you were nervous all over again. Looking down at your lap and then over to a shelf of movies, you bit your lip, "we could do with a seventh movie." You thought.

Rolling over to the shelf, you looked up to the top of it, "I can't believe you're doing this. But Eddie and Len always say you need to put yourself out there...right?" You thought.

Looking over your shoulder, you tried to flag down the two of them. "Excuse me?" You called out. "I'm sorry, would anyone mind reaching this one up top for me?" You asked.

"You do it," Steve urged Robin, "it's your chance." Robin pushed, "no, we agreed I'm making small talk at the counter." said Steve. With a hard roll of her eyes, Robin placed on a smile and made her way over.

"Sure, which one you want?" the girl asked you. You stole a glance at her name tag, "um, The Sword and the Sorcerer, please." You said. Robin reached up and plucked the movie down for you, "here you go." She said, "thank you." you replied, heading back for the counter.

Robin made herself a ghost, heading for the stockroom, closing the door enough to peek outside.

"Find everything ok?" The guy at the counter asked you as he rang up your movies. "Yeah, this place is well organized." You said, mentally kicking yourself at how awkward it felt.

"We try," He said, his eyes fell on the last movie in his hands, "the Outsiders, huh?" He asked you. "Every girl who comes in this place and gets this has a favorite." He said with an amused smile, a smile that made your chest flutter inside.

"So which is yours?" He asked. "Two-bit, Sodapop and St-" You nearly choke on your words as a smirk replaced his smile and his brow lifted high. His finger lightly tapped his name tag, "-eve" you peeped.

Steve chuckled, "That's exactly why I like asking." he confessed.

"You're awful." You teased, he smiled once more and packed your movies into a bag. "Yeah, well, I'll tell you what, I'll say sorry with a free candy bar." He hummed, tossing the candy inside one of the bags.

Steve eyed you up and down subtly, "she is cute." he thought, passing your bags to you as he finished ringing up or movies. "Remember there is a two-day grace period on late movies and then the free is a dollar a day." Steve said.

"Gotcha, thank you, have a nice day." You called, backing your chair away. "I um...let me get the door for you." Steve offered. You smirked, "thank you, but I've got it." you said.

On the way to the door, Lenard arrived and swung it open. "You ready to go?" He asked you. You gave a nod, Lenard's eyes wandered up two the two employees. "You sure about that?" He asked quietly, in a mild tease. "Let's go, Len." you demanded, rolling past him and out the door.

"You should have stayed, the store had a pretty view." Lenard nearly giggled. "Yeah, well," you muttered, causing Lenard to laugh some more.

"So, is she new or visiting?" Robin asked Steve as she retuned to the counter. Steve hid his eyes in his hand, "damn it, I forgot to ask." he groaned. "You forgot?" Robin asked, wide-eyed.

"Yeah, well, she had a smile that could do that." said Steve. "And she had The Outsiders, so I had to ask my question." He explained. "Oh god, that's the worst pickup you've got." Robin sighed.

Steve made a face and flapped his hand open and closed like a mouth while Robin talked. She crossed her arms and shook her head, "you're hopeless." She sighed. "Then that makes tow of us, doesn't it?" said Steve.

As he walked away, he pointed at Robin, "I'll have you know, I think she liked my worst pickup." Steve shot with a triumphant grin. "Great, now you better hope she's not leaving town soon." Robin called after him.

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Having changed out of his dirty work clothes, Eddie arrived at home. Chomping on a ham and cheese sandwich, he headed for his room. Most of his worries were knocked away while at Thatcher's. It gave him time to clear his head. "But you still don't know how to get out of this hole you dug. Maybe Gareth is right." Eddie thought, taking a seat at his vanity.

With his free hand, Eddie shifted the pile of clutter around to make a clear space and pulled out his planning journal and pen. He needed to finish up the event plot for next week's game night. The campaign was going well, and he wanted to end it with a bag before winter break.

Cracking open the journal, Eddie's hands flew into his hair as he eyes scanned over the page littered in doodles. "Alright, you've got a bit of a problem." He exhaled. The Healer, The Knight, The Elf and The Bard were everywhere on a page that held no words.

Eddie blushed embarrassed for himself, "I'm so glad no one ever sees this thing." he murmured, eyes trained on a doodle of The Healer and The Elf, no mater how cutesy the art style was, what they were doing, as less than 'cute'.

Eddie bit his lip, and quickly tore the page out, getting to his feet he walked to his end table and stuffed the drawing into the drawer. "Not going to be able to focus with that around." he said, returning to his chair.

After a while of writing, Eddie laughed at himself, "they guys are going to hate me for this." He mused. "Two light weight boss battles and my own problems made a feature in the plot."

Eddie shut his journal and shrugged, "mm, at least they'll get good loot if they win." he hummed. Standing up, he grabbed his acoustic and started to play. Watching his phone as he strummed, Eddie paused to check his watch.

It was well past time for his daily call with Y/n. "Maybe it's one of those bad days, and she turned in early." He thought, but it didn't help the unease. She tried to hide it from him, but Eddie was well are the illness was getting worse. More check-ups, stronger doses, new meds, cocktail switch ups.

Sometimes he could hear it in her voice over the phone.

"Calling cheers her up." He told himself as he reached for the phone.

"I got it!" You called out, scooting swiftly through the old house to the phone. You pulled to a stop with a hint of pride on your face, You were damn good at navigating your chair.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Are you feeling ok?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, better than this morning, a little achy but - why do you sound like that?" You questioned. Eddie sighed into the phone.

"Because it's an hour past when we usually call. I thought maybe you weren't feeling too well. You said you were having a hard week." He said.

"I'm sorry, I just got back from exploring the town with Lenard. There's got to be something in this town's water," You said.

Eddie lifted his head a little in curiosity, "something in the water?" He chuckled, "You make it sound like The Hills Have Eyes. I've been through Muncie, it's fine." He said.

"Oh, I didn't mean that in a bad way." You said. Eddie read the tone in your voice, "You mean that in a 'I saw a lot of hot people' kinda way, right?" he asked. Eddie's voice became dryer.

"Maybe." You hummed.

"Out with it, dweeb. You don't do coy." Eddie said playfully.

"Ok, so Len and I are going to have a movie marathon, and I went to the video store, and both workers there we insanely cute." You explained. "Both of them? Lucky you." Eddie teased.

"Look, I don't get out often. Cute employees at a place I'll probably be all the time is a real win for me." you said.

"Well, so what happened?" asked Eddie. You couldn't fight the smile on your face, "The guy, he flirted at me -"

"With you, Y/n. He flirted with you." Eddie corrected.

"No, I do mean at me, 'with' implies I was composed enough to flirt back." you said. You could hear Eddie's laughter, though he tried to keep it quiet.

"It's not funny, I'm serious." You murmured.

"I know that's why it's funny." He said.

"Yeah, well, I've got to return these movies soon. What do I do?" You asked him.

Eddie leaned back in his chair and gave his guitar a strum, "Nothing." He said simply. You squinted at the phone before pressing it back to your ear, "nothing?" You asked.

Eddie shrugged one shoulder, "Yeah, You're a dweeb, but you're an adorable one. You don't have to try, just, talk to them. I give it under a week. One or both will be hooked." Eddie said, a slight frown on his face.

His words made heat rise to your face, but you could hear a sigh in his voice. "Are you tired? Long day at work?" You asked him.

"No, I'm fine." Eddie said, mentally cursing himself. "You idiot, sound happier." his mind scolded. "Maybe a little tired." he said quickly.

"Do you want to hang up?" You asked him.

Eddie adjusted the phone between his ear and shoulder and continued to play his guitar. "Nope. Just finished plotting the party's next adventure. I'm up." He said.

The sound of music faintly reached through the line, and you smiled. "What are you playing?" You asked him.

With a grin, Eddie played a little louder, if there was one way he knew he could impress you, it was with something a simple as letting you listen to him play. "Wish it worked like that on everyone." Eddie thought.

"Guess." He said to you.

You trained your ears on the sound and closed your eyes. "That's, nothing you listen to." you said. "You're right, it's not." said Eddie. "But you know it, it's a little old." He said.

Listening intently, nothing is coming to you. "I'm going to have to give up." You caved, "aw, that's no fun. Come on, not yet. Think back, like, years ago and remember." Eddie urged. He played a touch louder, starting from the beginning once more, it was only the chorus, but he'd looped through it.

Slowly, you started to hum as the tune came back to you, and you giggled. " Goodness knows, you're my honeysuckle rose" You sang. Eddie smiled at your little laughter, "oh god, that's the song your mom taught you when we went through that weird phase." You said.

Eddie chuckled dryly, "heh, yeah that weird phase, that was horrible wasn't it?" He said, playing along, though he could feel his palms sweating. "Please sound normal." his mind pleaded.

"I guess it was kind of cute, leave it to a pair of twelve-year-olds to blur the line of friends and crushes." You said.

Eddie bit his lip and fell silent, as he quietly played the song. Only barely drawing sound from the string. "Yeah, totally glad we grew to know better. It could have ended poorly." he said as playfully as he could manage.

"To be fair, I still have that cheesy Valentine's Day card you sent me. I plan on showing all my future god children how sappy their heavy metal dad was." You teased.

Eddie's eyes narrowed, "you're a cruel woman." he said. "I'm sweet as a button." You shot back.

"Cute as a button." Eddie corrected. "I meant like the candy." You said. "There's a candy?" Eddie asked. "Yeah. How do you not know this?" You asked.

"My mom wasn't a semi-famous chef." Eddie chuckled.

"Get off the phone with your totally not boyfriend and help me carry this food into the living room!" Eddie heard Lenard shout in the background.

"Ugh, sometimes he forgets he's a care taker." You joked.

"I'll let you go, I should probably be practicing the song set anyway." Eddie said. "Alright, goodnight." You said.

"Goodnight, and you know to call me if you start feeling bad and need a distraction, right?" Eddie offered, he then spoke with a smile in his words, "Because last time you didn't and Lenard told on you." Eddie chuckled.

"Snitch." You mumbled.

"I'm his favorite child." Eddie boasted. "So say you will."

"I will." You sighed. "You promise?" Eddie asked.

"yep."

"That hardly sounds honest. Say it like you mean it." Eddie pressed.

" It like you mean it." You snickered.

Eddie sighed, "you know what? Goodnight, smart ass." he snapped dryly.

"Ok, ok, I promise. No mad goodbyes. House rule number three." You said quickly. Eddie scoffed but smiled, "now you care about the house rules?" He said, be wanted to be difficult, but the fondness lingered in his words.

"I mean when they work in my favor..." You lulled.

"You just call me if you need bad time company." He said.

"I will." You replied.

"Y/n! If I drop the risotto, it's on you!" Lenard snapped.

"Got to go, night!" You called quickly before hanging up.

Eddie sat in his room, laughed silently as he shook his head. "It will be nice to visit them for once." Eddie thought as he hung up the phone. "So yeah, the moment you see her, you tell her the truth and why you're dumbass lied in the first place." He sighed.

"So did you tell the boy?" Lenard asked as he followed you into the living room. You took the warm casserole dish off of your lap and set it onto the coffee table. "No," You murmured, trying to push back the guilt with the savory scent of the dinner.

"O be careful little lies what you speak," Lenard sang. You frowned, "You remember your mother used to sing you that." He hummed. "Yeah." you sighed.

"You don't lie to people you care about. Remember that, the sooner you fess up, the less damage is done." Lenard said.

"Yes, Mother." You teased, trying to lighten your mood. Lenard shook his head, "You're hopeless," He sighed.

"Makes two of us, doesn't it? You haven't called Richard in a week, I've noticed!" you shot. "Because his name is Richard, a Lenard can't date a Richard that sounds ridiculous!" Lenard exclaimed.

He teetered his head from side to side and sighed, "he was sweet though, maybe I should call. Can always call him Dick." Lenard mused.

"I... That's one way to look at it." you said, reaching for the movies, you let your hand hover over them. "Which one first?" you asked.

"Seriously? Do you remember who you're talking to?" Lenard asked flatly. You shrugged and took the VHS case in your hands, "Superman it is, silly me for thinking it could be anything else." You hummed.

Lenard laughed and took a seat on the couch, "You're forgiven," he sang playfully.

"I made pasta for days, eat it all up. Because by the time the boxes arrive and the unpacking begins, we're gonna need all of this fuel." Lenard added, watching you go, pop the movie into the player.

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[forkroid]

had kind of a weird kinda bad day that left me in a weird headspace, so lol feel free to ignore me rambling to the void

I'm not really sure why I keep feeling so panicked lately. Maybe it just seems like the months keep going by too fast these days? It always seems like I spend all my time in the warmer months so concerned about how quickly winter will come again that I just kinda miss it- sorta like a self fulfilling prophecy. But like, idk even when I'm making plans I just kinda have this rock in my gut, and I get that jittery, definitely-not-thinking-straight, anxiety that starts to veer into completely unrelated "maybe-I'm-a-burden-on-all-my-friends-despite-literally-nobody-saying-that-but-maybe-silently-they-don't-want-me-around-and-I-keep-trying-to-encroach-on-their-time-and-space" kind of panic, and like?? What the fuck is that about? I don't know, but I hate being in this state where I feel myself being kind of unravelled. Like I can't just breathe deep and enjoy the moment. Annoying. Being like this is really annoying. When I said I wanted to get weirder I meant fun weird, not whatever the fuck this shit is.

Idk it's been weird lately. I planned a wedding for my friend, which was kind of stressful but turned out beautiful, then my uncle died a couple days after, which I don't know how I feel about cause he never really seemed to like my family - although it has gotten me thinking about life and death a lot lately, and then tomorrow is one of my best friends' birthday, although I'm not really sure if we're really still best friends on account of the fact she doesn't seem to have any interest in putting any effort into talking to me, and trying to keep a conversation going sometimes feels like pulling teeth. Then towards the end of the month will be my own birthday, and honestly trying to figure out schedules along with what people are up for just feels exhausting, and although I know it's not being taken this way by literally any of my friends, it feels like every time I suggest something I'm pestering them, and I don't know WHY it feels like that, but like. For some reason every interaction I have with people lately feels like I'm seeking some kind of reassurance or validation, like I keep going "is this okay??" Idk it just feels like I keep putting people in the position of placating me, but also I think that might just be in my head? Like there's some little bug in there that keeps telling me I'm burdening people by existing in their vicinity. I would just like a clear head, please, that just lets me Be Normal for at least the rest of the month, and makes me not feel like throwing up.

[timeoverload]

I'm still crabby. I am so drained. My cases got done around 4 and I had so much to do afterward so I stayed 15 minutes late. I didn't get everything done but at least the important stuff is out of the way.

I wanted to stay longer but I couldn't stay in that room anymore. The autoclave repair man came in to replace the gasket on one of the big autoclaves and he fucked up. He scraped a bunch of the rust off the inside of the chamber with a brillo pad and didn't clean it up. He told us it was good to go and then he left without running a test cycle first. We have to run a bowie dick test after any repairs so they started the cycle and after a couple minutes rust particles started spraying out of the vents and it went everywhere. I have never seen that happen before and I didn't think that was possible. The rust was aerosolized by the heat and steam. I'm glad that my station is on the opposite side of the room and none of my stuff got dirty.

It doesn't help that the autoclaves haven't been cleaned in like a year. They are supposed to have a company come in to clean them regularly but I don't think the hospital has wanted to pay for it because I'm sure it's expensive. At this point it is a safety issue but my boss told me the company is going to come in over the weekend to do that. I used to have to clean them but it's dangerous. I remember having to crawl inside the chamber when it was still warm and having to scrub it down with a very toxic and corrosive cleaner. I wasn't given a respirator to wear. I refuse to do that ever again because I'm claustrophobic and it's scary. It's hot and I felt so sick every time I had to do that. I am looking forward to them getting cleaned because I'm tired of people coming in our department and asking why it smells like cigarettes or fireworks and having to tell them why. It's gross and unacceptable. My nose is still burning and I feel weird.

I still haven't been talking to the morning team lead much which is fine. I overheard a surgical tech ask him if he found a new facility yet. He said that he did find one in Iowa. I'm not sure what he meant by that. He hasn't told anyone in our department that he's looking for a new job but I understand that. He hasn't said anything about putting in his 2 weeks yet but I have a feeling it's coming soon. He has been very quiet. I think he realized that he can't redeem himself at this point and that nobody wants to be around him. He crossed the line too many times. Honestly I think he is getting what he deserves for being a bully.

I still haven't heard whether I can take PTO or not. This should not be an issue. I don't request days off very often because it takes a long time to build up my hours. They might only approve Wednesday and that would be annoying because I hate going to work after getting tattooed. I am not calling in. I guess I should be grateful if they allow me to have any time off. This is stressing me out. I don't know why everything has to be so damn hard all the time. I wish I could catch a break.

Anyway, it's good to be home. I haven't eaten anything today because I didn't have enough time and I'm not hungry. I will probably start feeling jittery soon so I need to find something to eat even though I don't want to. I'm glad I went to the store yesterday. I have no desire to do anything the rest of the night. I think I need to focus on making myself happy right now. I'm planning on going to bed early. I am going to try to enjoy the rest of my evening.

I hope everyone else has a good night too. 💖💖💖

[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum

a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it

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me lámh le do lámh - Part I

Ahh I can’t believe it’s finally done! After a year of working on this beast, it’s finally ready for me to share. This is something I started way back last summer, and I decided to finish it as my project for this year’s @geraskierbigbang. It will be ten parts in total, and I will post one part per day until it is complete! There are several art pieces that were created by the wonderful @herostag​ and Miranda.draws for this story, which I will link when the appropriate section is posted. For a summary and further links, please see the masterpost.

Next | Ao3 | Masterpost

“Alright,” Geralt said. “Don’t laugh at me.”

Yennefer looked up at him with bright eyes, curious and already mirthful. She was sitting across from him in his quarters, reading through a tome she’d found in Kaer Morhen’s disheveled library. Geralt had just come from a bath after hours spent training Ciri in the yard, and the room was filled with the warm evening light, supplemented by the fire crackling in the hearth. Yennefer had insisted on carting dozens of tapestries and drapes to hang around the drafty keep, and the room was nearly stuffy with their bulk keeping the heat in.

Yennefer gave him an amused smirk. “I will make no such promises before I even know what you’re going to say.” The gentle teasing brought a fond smile to Geralt’s face. After the events of the mountain all those years ago, things had been understandably tense. Yennefer had been reluctant to join them when she had finally met up with Geralt after Sodden, but had eventually agreed to seek refuge in the witchers’ keep and teach Ciri to control her magic. Once she’d met the girl it had all been a wash; it was clear as soon as their eyes met across the room that Yennefer was as much a part of Ciri’s destiny as Geralt was.

Geralt had expected that to either mend the rift between them enough for things to go back to the way things were, or make things even more awkward. Instead, they found themselves in a sort of in-between. Over the years his affection for Yennefer had only grown, but he found himself looking to her more and more as a friend—maybe his best friend. After Jaskier, of course.

Speaking of. “I was thinking about Jaskier.”

Yennefer rolled her eyes obviously. “As you are so frequently wont to do. The thaw will come soon enough, dear, and you can run off in search of your bard.”

Geralt felt his ears grow warm. Witchers couldn’t blush, not truly, but he still felt the tingle of it as he fidgeted with embarrassment. “That’s not what I meant,” he said, absently tracing a finger against the grain of the wooden table. There were two goblets of wine sitting between them, but so far neither of them had begun to drink. “Do you know how many winters it’s been since I found Ciri?”

If she was confused by the odd turn in subject matter, Yennefer didn’t show it. Instead she looked thoughtful. “Two, perhaps three? You know I don’t follow the seasons with diligence.”

“Neither do I,” Geralt agreed. “I was thinking the same though, two or three years since the fall of Cintra. Which means Jaskier is…” He paused, trying to do the math. “He was a few years past forty, during the dragon hunt, I think. He must be closer to fifty now than not.”

Yennefer raised an eyebrow at him. “I recall mentioning something about his crows feet. What of it? Humans age. Are you only just discovering this?”

Geralt forced himself not to grumble. In a way, he was only discovering it. He’d known humans across the years, of course, and knew that many that he’d once been acquainted with were no longer alive or were in their twilight years. For decades Geralt had wandered through the world, changing no more than a ghost would, touching the lives of regular mortals for a brief instance, maybe a few times if they were particularly unlucky. No one had stayed by his side, dedicated themselves to a relationship with him, the way that the bard had. The amount of devotion that Jaskier showed to him had made Geralt antsy, in earlier years, and then confused and angry by turn. He had hated the idea of someone needing him, had hated needing someone in return. The way his chest felt heavy when he and Jaskier parted ways had left him furious with himself and the bard.

And then Ciri came into his life, and everything had changed so quickly.

With Ciri, it didn’t matter whether Geralt felt like he should care for her, or if he wanted to. He needed to. Without him, the girl would die, or be kidnapped by Nilfgaard for who knows what purpose. He had to feed her, and clothe her, and teach her, and he had to love her for her to thrive.

She made it very easy. It was only afterwards that he realized how much of an idiot he’d been to Jaskier, and the thought of how he’d treated the bard over the years had plagued him. It had been months before he could find him to apologize, but Jaskier forgave him almost immediately—which Geralt found both relieving and infuriating at the same time. This was the first winter they’d spent apart since. Geralt left the keep more rarely now, heading out on the Path only when the months grew truly warm and returning at the first hint of falling leaves. Ciri was safe on her own, he knew, but he missed her when he was away. And he could admit now that one of the forces driving him back into the world over the last few years had been the itching desire to find Jaskier again and settle the yearning in his chest for another year. He was less inclined to venture forth when his bard, his daughter, Yennefer and his brothers were all in one place.

This winter Jaskier had begged off, saying that he had “work in the south,” which could mean anything from spending a decadent winter in the court of some noble or sludging through the front lines as a Redanian spy. Geralt had learned not to pry too deeply into Jaskier’s business when he wasn’t around. It was often either too explicit for him to stomach or too confidential for Jaskier to share freely.

It worried him, being away from the bard for so long. He could get hurt, or captured by Nilfgaard, or worse. But what really terrified Geralt was the idea that he would find Jaskier in a tavern along the Path and realize that the bard had grown old, to find silver in his hair and wrinkles beside his eyes. “He’s getting too old,” Geralt said to Yennefer, who looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

“You must have known when you started travelling with him that he would eventually leave you,” Yennefer said, not unkindly. “Humans are so short lived.”

“I didn’t exactly get a choice about becoming his muse,” Geralt said with a huff. Despite his improved relationship with Jaskier over the past few years, he still found it difficult to admit that he had always been more than willing to let the bard tag along. If he’d wanted to travel alone, he would have. But he never had. “I just didn’t realize…”

“It always comes sooner than you think it will,” Yennefer sighed. She set her book aside and picked up her goblet of wine, turning to look out the large window their table sat in front of. It faced west out of the keep wall, towards the mountains and the forest beyond. The sun had set below the craggy peaks, throwing the snow covered valley below into darkness. Geralt could just make out the ruins of the old tower, its stones dark against the white landscape. “You can’t cure his mortality, Geralt.”

“We did.”

The look that Yennefer gave him was sharp, almost angry. The firelight in the room turned her violet eyes darker, like mulberry wine. “At great cost,” she snapped. “I can’t imagine you would put him through the Trials.”

A stab of panic shot through his gut at the thought. “No. Of course not. He wouldn’t survive it anyways. Only children stand a chance at all.”

Yennefer nodded, apparently satisfied that Geralt hadn’t completely lost his mind. “The boy hasn’t got an ounce of Chaos in him, in spite of his rather chaotic nature, so I highly doubt they’ll accept him as a late trainee at Ban Ard.”

“There must be other ways,” Geralt said, feeling petulant. “Less conventional.”

“I cannot believe we are actually discussing this,” Yennefer said, rising to her feet. She picked up her book from the table as well as her glass. “There is no way to achieve immortality, especially not without sacrifice. You know that, Geralt. Drop this foolish line of thought.”

Geralt rose after her, reaching out to catch her retreating wrist. A grasp loose enough that she could break it, if she wanted, but Yennefer paused. “Please, Yen. Just… look into it for me? I can’t—the thought of—” He cut himself off, dropping his hand away from her arm. The look she gave him was more pitying than he would have liked.

“I’ll do some research, but nothing more. Don’t get your hopes up, Geralt. There’s a reason there are so few of us,” she said. Her face softened slightly, as much as it ever did. Despite Ciri, Yennefer was still made of more glass and fire than anything else. “I know you love him, even if you can’t admit it to yourself. I promise, I will do my best.”

Geralt nodded wordlessly as she left and wondered if Jaskier's eyes would be as bright next time he saw him.

*

For weeks Yennefer said nothing about his request, and Geralt refocused on spending time with Ciri and preparing to depart for the spring. Lambert and Eskel had already left a month before, as soon as the road down the mountain began to thaw, but Geralt had hung back. The roof needed repairs, a difficult job to do in the midst of winter, and it was a hard task to leave for Vesemir alone. It was always like this, now—him looking for odd jobs to keep him at Kaer Morhen, with Ciri, making excuses until Jaskier’s jitteriness or Vesemir’s raised eyebrows forced them on the road again. Some of that was mitigated this season by the silence he heard when he found himself listening for the sounds of lute strings strumming gently in the background, and Geralt’s increasing anxiety about Jaskier’s wellbeing. Even so, it was hard to leave Ciri behind.

The girl was progressing rapidly as she entered her teen years, the chubbiness of her youth morphing into lean if awkward muscle as she continued to work on her swordsmanship. When Geralt and his brothers weren’t pushing her through drills, she was studying monsters and alchemy with Vesemir, or practicing her magic with Yen. She never seemed to tire, eagerly absorbing any lessons passed on to her and desperate to prove her worth. The only person she seemed to let her guard down around was Geralt, who found himself often goading her into mock wrestling matches (which he refused to throw on principle) and humoring her when she became restless and wanted to explore beyond the keep. Kaer Morhen was dangerous in the winter, but as spring approached and the deep snows on the surrounding mountains began to thaw, the duo spent more and more time trekking through old ruins and sleeping beneath the stars.

He could put off his journey south no longer.

“I’m going to be fine, Geralt,” she said, rolling her eyes at him. He wondered if he’d been this petulant as a teenager. Certainly Lambert had. “I can take care of myself, and Yen will be with me.”

Geralt tapped her wooden training sword with his own, indicating that she should prepare to go again. When he was a boy he’d trained against the other foundlings, stumbling around like pups through drills and sparring matches. Ciri trained against full witchers, and only Eskel ever faked a misstep here or there to allow her to get in a good hit. When she won a fight for the first time, it would be on her own merit.

The girl raised her sword into a decent fighting stance, and Geralt moved to correct her footwork. Her sword work was exceptional above the belt, but she consistently forgot her stances, throwing herself off balance. They’d begun putting her on the pendulums to force her to focus, dancing between posts to attack the dummies. Geralt had spent many a night rubbing salve into her bruised shoulders, gained from taking fall after fall from the low poles. No one forced her, but if there was one thing Ciri hated, it was admitting to weakness in herself. “Sword up,” Geralt said, and launched into his attack.

He stayed on the offense, forcing her to practice the defensive drills they’d started going over recently. “I know you’ll be fine,” he said, continuing their conversation. His breathing was relaxed, almost meditative through the slow exchange of blows. “Just seems cruel to leave you with only the old man and Yennefer for company.”

Ciri giggled despite herself, and Geralt found himself grinning back before he smacked her lightly in the ribs with the training sword. She swore—Lambert, Geralt thought with chagrin—and danced back a few paces. “Gotta focus,” he said, still smirking at her.

She poked her tongue out at him childishly and reposted off of one of his blocked attacks. He easily swayed out of the way, but the movement was fluid and smooth, which meant someday it would be fast, faster than he could dodge. He gave an encouraging nod.

They continued to spar for another half an hour or so before breaking, heading to the well to fill their water pouches. Geralt sat on the short ring of stones and Ciri slumped on the ground beside him, leaning against his leg. The simple trust and familiarity she exhibited around him still took him by surprise, sometimes. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” he said, rubbing a hand over the top of her head. Her hair was almost as white as his.

She sighed, wiping dripping water from her chin as she tossed her water pouch down. “I figured,” she said. “Say hello to Jaskier for me, when you find him? I missed his songs this time.”

Geralt’s caress turned into a playful ruffle. “I will. Any requests for books?”

“Ones about Elves,” she said immediately, “and Skelligan alchemy. It’s different from ours, did you know? The Druids—”

Geralt chuckled. “I know. You’ve said half a dozen times. No fairytales this time?”

The girl hummed, reminding him for a brief and touching moment of himself. “Just bring Jaskier back. He tells about your adventures so much better than you do.”

“He’s certainly made a career out of it,” Geralt grumbled, feigning annoyance. “I’ll do my best. You know how he is.”

“You missed him too,” she said, hitting his knee with one closed fist. “I know you did. You get all…Well, more grumbly and mopey than usual, when he’s not around.” She wrinkled her nose up at him in exaggerated disgust. “It’s gross. But I do want you to be happy.”

Geralt knocked back against her gently with his knee, swallowing around the feelings that rose in his throat. “You just think I’m a boring old man who won’t help you put toads in Eskel’s bed. But you never even ask. I’m the expert, not Jaskier.”

Ciri laughed, bright and crisp in the morning air, and Geralt felt warm despite the fading winter chill. Tomorrow he would leave, and he would find Jaskier, and next winter he would tell Jaskier that he had to stay at Kaer Morhen. For Ciri, if nothing else. And if it was more for Geralt’s sake than anything, well, no one had to know.

*

Yennefer found him before he left, saddling Roach in the stables.

“Go to Triss,” she said by way of a greeting. Geralt knew what she meant by the gravity in her tone and the tension sitting in the corners of her mouth. “Ask after Ida. I don’t know where she is or if she’ll speak with you, but a Sage is the only one that might be able to give you anything.”

Geralt reached out to grasp her hand firmly in his own. “Thank you, Yen,” he said honestly.

The sorceress sniffed. “Well, you owe me one, I suppose. I hope you find what you're looking for. But be careful.”

“I won’t do anything that might put him in harm’s way,” he promised. “I swear it.”

“Good.” She gave him a slight smile before leaning in to brush a kiss over his rough cheek. The simple touch warmed him from inside out. “Say hello to the bard for me. Tell him I heard about that disastrous competition in Vizima. Ought to have him stewing for a good long while.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “I’ll give him your love as always.”

“Goodbye, Geralt,” she said, patting his arm lightly. “Be safe. You know how to reach me, if you have need.”

“I do,” he said. “I will. Take care of Ciri.”

“It’s more the other way around, I’m afraid,” she said with a soft smile, and Geralt understood exactly what she meant. Ciri had saved them both, in more ways than one. Every time he left her was more painful than the last. Someday, he knew, they might travel the Path together, a witcher, a sorceress and their daughter. Maybe even a bard, if he was extremely lucky.

Geralt hoped he would be.

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You Know I'm No Good - forty- one

Learning to Ride

SMUTTY

It's been two weeks since graduation. Two weeks since Tallulah and Paul had spent any real time together, and it hadn’t definitely taken a toll on her mind and body. She was spent emotionally, having to live with her dad and his family again for the time being. The twins gave her space but also kept her mind of the whereabouts of her boyfriend before he snuck into her room at night. Lennas learned to knock after being traumatised by her and Paul's late night activities which didn’t stop the jittery, neediness her body was experiencing. She needed to feel his warmth, for him to cocoon her in his arms and keep her there until her mind was at ease.

Sam had finally let him off the day patrols after seeing the toll it was having on Paul as well, which meant their nights wouldn’t be spent together and she would be sleepless until this whole ordeal was over and done with.

But, as Paul promised, he was teaching her how to drive a stick. Having picked her up unexpectedly from her fathers as a surprise. They were now sitting in his truck, Tallulah trying to hiding her excited nervousness as he explained the differences between and manual and an automatic car.

“Hand on the shift” she placed her hand on it, and Paul placed his much larger one over top, moving the gear shifter to neutral. “Keep it neutral before turning the car on. That's important.”

She nodded in understanding.

“Clutch is on the left, press it all the way down.”

She followed his instruction, pressing the pedal down completely.

“Good, now turn it on and remove your foot from the clutch.”

As she turned on the ignition, he told her to press down the break at the same time.

“Which one is that?” 

“The middle one.’

She nods before pressing it down, and he adds “Now shift the gear into first, like this.”

He uses his hand over hers to show her.

“Place a little bit of pressure on the clutch again.” 

She puts a bit too much and his truck jolts, she looks at him wide eyed, “It’s okay. Try again.”

Crashing her boyfriend's car was not an option today. Not when they havent seen eachother in over two weeks. Just sleeping in the same bed isn’t exactly the quality time she was hoping to spend with him during the summer months, but for the moment, she was willing to take it. 

She does the right amount and the truck starts to roll, “Now the accelerator, slowly. While letting go of the clutch.”

“Good, Lu. You’re in first gear.”

As they hit the main road, Paul continued to teach her about the different gears, he was great at it and Tallulah would be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on. “Okay, now you’re going to switch to second gear.”

“Take your foot off the accelerator and press the clutch before you shift.”

Tallulah does as she was told, looking down to make sure she's doing the right gear, only to be stopped by his concerned voice, “Hey, woah, eyes on the road.”

“Sorry, sorry.” she apologised, looking back at the road, shifting up a gear correctly/

“You’re doing good, baby.” he praised and she grinned in response as he continued  to instruct her, “Shift to third,”

It wasn’t long before they turned onto the familiar road where Paul's house sat and she was looking at him for what to do next, the speed at which she was cruising was not ideal for the residential road.

“You’re going to want to down gear now, same as shifting up but use more of the accelerator.”

“Do it until you're back in first gear.” he instructed, and she did. Her movements were a little jerky on the shifter but she had yet to drop the clutch and that's all that mattered in her mind

“Okay, there's no park gear, so you just have to use the emergency brake and make sure the car is in gear.” Tallulah did as she was told before turning to him with a smile.

“Where were you when I was learning to drive for the first time? The old man was so mean, he made me cry.”  

It was true, they had barely made it of the side streets before she had to pullover with tears streaming down her face as the old instructor called her incompetent.

He laughs, “I’ve still got time”

She grins and turns the ignition off, before moving to straddle him, her hands resting on his shoulders, “how would you like to be compensated for your time?”

“I could think of a few ways.”

“Any of them involve you fucking me in the cab of the truck?” she whispered into his ear before placing soft kisses along his jawline.

He licked his bottom lip and tightened his hands on her waist. Pressing her hips down against his own, eliciting a moan out of Tallulah and a groan from his own mouth., “No, but now that you mention it.”

Sex in the truck wasn’t in the itineray for the day, but eating her out on the stair case was. Neither of them wanted to wait until they got to his bedroom, to make up for lost time. He owed her for the night of her graduation and as promised, he was making it up to her.

 Her moans filled the hallway as his lips sucked her bud, two fingers pumping in and out at an even pace. Her fingers carded through his growing hair, with the other gripping the step beneath her tightly, both of her legs thrown over his shoulders as he knelt before her going to town on her.

“Fuck..” she moaned out, the edge of pleasure slowly creeping up on her as her core tightened around his fingers. Paul nipped at her bud gently causing her to buck her hips upwards. Tallulah didn’t need to see his face to know that he was smirking in satisfaction.

“We need a bed.” he murmured against her thigh as he kissed his way away from her mound, though he was still pumping her rhythmically with his fingers.

“One sec.” she panted, grinding on his fingers,  “Fuck, I’m close.”

Paul withdrew his hand, pulling back from her, letting one leg slip off his shoulders, “Bedroom, my love.”

“What?” she looked down at him speechless and feeling empty, the stupid grin on his face making her frustrated beyond belief. He was teasing her. Working her all the way up, just to watch her come down without a high. It was sick.

He picked her up off the stairs and Tallulah immediately wrapped her legs around his abdomen and her arms around his neck, her naked body pressed to his clothed one.

Once in his bedroom, he tossed her on her back before quickly shedding himself of his clothes. 

“Hurry up,” she begged, watching from her forearms as he pumped his length with a smirk. Paul knew the hold he currently had on her. He was her drug and she was currently going through withdrawals.

As he kneeled onto the bed, she spread her legs wide for him. Already wet and ready to take him.

“My impatient little imprint,” he mumbled before pressing a slow kiss to her lips, his hands on either side of her head keeping his body from crushing hers.

“Ple-” she started, only to stop and bite her lip in bliss as he pressed into her, bottoming out in one stroke, “Fuck me.”

The pace was slow and sensual, Paul placing soft, little kisses on her neck and chest. She wouldn’t typically complain, but he had left her wanton. Geeked out and seeking a release faster than his pace would give to her.

“Please, faster.” she begged, looking up at him through her lashes. The pace he had set did not give her the friction she so desperately wanted. she was trying to bring out the dominant man she had experienced once before. The one who made it so she couldn’t walk the day after, that's who she wanted at that moment. She was already close to her high, thanks to his lack of follow through on the staircase and it must have been obvious with how tightly she was gripping his length.

“You close, baby?” he asked,gently brushing her hair out of her face for her.

“Mhm.” she mumbled, her grip tightening on the wrist by her head. 

Just as she's about to finish, he pulls out of her. Leaving her feeling empty, and frustrated for the second time that evening.

“Stop that.” she shoved the older man's shoulder, the shit eating grin on his face making her more frustrated by the second. Bringing her hand down to finish herself off  since he was going to continue playing games,

“Hey, nope.” he said, grabbing her hand before flipping her over onto her stomach. “On your knees, Lulu.”

She does as she told with an annoyed groan, leaning forward on her elbows with her fallen into her face as she did.

He reached up, holding on to the edge of the headboard with one hand for more stability as he thrust into her deeper than she thought possible. The bed creaked from the force as she gripped the sheets, moaning loudly.

“Paul.” she moaned out, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts, begging, “Need you deeper.”

He was quick to comply, shifting his position slightly, the breathy moans leaving her lips a cue that she was more than satisfied, “That feel good, babygirl?”

She nodded, dropping her forehead to the pillow beneath as he hit a particular spot, the pressure in her core building yet again.

Paul laid a harsh slap to her ass, causing her to squeal in surprise and for a second, he thought he’d overstepped. That was until she whined out, “Do it again.”

The sound of wood splitting caught her ear and the string of curses left his mouth as his grip returned to her hips. He pulled out of her and quickly flipped her onto her back again, before reentering. A pillow underneath her lower back, keeping her hips in the air as he pushed into her. His hands now by her head, eyes locking with her own as she let out a wild moan.

This felt like he was claiming her as the look in his eyes pushed her over the edge.

She shuddered around him as he continued to relentlessly thrust into her, the feeling of her cinching around him added an extra layer of bliss, as he reached down and brought one of her knees up to her chest. Tallulah's eyes screwed shut at the new position, the overstimulation causing her to whimper in delight.

She gripped his shoulder with one hand, “I can’t.. “

He groaned at the sight below him, “Just a couple more..” he said, snapping his hips against her before bottoming out as deep as he could get, letting it all go as he spilled inside of her.

Paul lowered himself onto his forearms, careful of his weight on her as his cock slipped out of her. Pressing his lips to hers gently, before quietly asking, “You okay?”

She nodded, her eyes still shut, “Just give me a minute.”

He moved off to her side, lazily wrapping an arm around her mid. She immediately turned on her side, curling into him, entangling their legs to be as close as she could possibly get.

She opened her eyes to see him staring back with concern, before she looked up to eye the broken headboard, letting out a breathy laugh, “That's so hot.” 

He chuckled, his hand rubbing her ass soothingly to try and diminish the stinging of the angry, red hand mark he had left on her.

“As much as I love lying with you like this..”she started, using her index finger to trace his collarbone as she spoke,  “The sheets are going to be ruined if I don’t wash up.” 

“Ruin them.”

His hand went to her mound, “I told you I was going to make it up to you the other night.”

He swiped his index finger through her folds, making it slick with their combined juices before bringing it up to her mouth. She opened wide as he stuck his finger in her mouth and she sucked it clean, “Good girl.”

Tallulah wiped the sweat that had built up near his brow bone, laying her head on his bicep beneath her, asking, “Round two?”

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more modern au levi x reader!! is it okay where reader makes petra jealous???

Just a reminder: WE DO NOT CONDONE PETRA SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE!!!

with that said, I will write this heavily focused on Petra to make it a lil angsty, hope you enjoy!

Summary: Petra watches her ex fall for another

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It had been two long years since Petra and Levi ended things. It wasn’t messy but it was painful, she had seen it coming from a mile away. He had grown just as distant as he had been when they first met. Staying late at work, texting her dryly, and using terrible excuses. Although she had known it was coming, she still was a wreck when he actually ended things. She spent the months following the break up drinking wine and crashing at Oluo’s place regularly. After two years she was finally feeling better, dare she say, ready to get back into the dating scene? Or at least that’s what she thought, she was scrolling through her instagram feed when she stumbled across Hange’s page. It was someone’s birthday, someone she wasn’t familiar with. 

A woman with bight eyes and an even brighter smile was in the center of the group photo. On her right was Levi, who had an arm thrown casually over her shoulder, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. Petra pinched the screen to zoom into Levi’s side, where she saw a feminine hand on his waist. She stared stupidly at the image. She shouldn’t feel jealous, she had no right. It had been two long years since the break up. But the picture only dredged up old memories of times when she would hold Levi that same way. When that smile was directed to her. She then turned her attention to the caption, which read: 

Happy Birthday (Y/n)! 24 never looked so good!

She then scrolled through the comments, many of them consisted of birthday wishes and support. She lost interest when she didn’t see Levi’s username and instead went back to the collection of photos, three of them in all. The group one that she assumed had just been taken, the second one was a picture of Hange and you on the beach, Petra felt a involuntary wave of self consciousness wash over her at the site of you in a swim suite. The final picture was the one that hurt the most though, it seemed to be a very old picture of you, maybe from your early years in college? You were sitting on a couch with younger versions of Hange, Erwin, Levi, and Moblit. Levi’s arm was casually thrown over your shoulders. Why had he never mentioned you before? Were you the reason that they broke up? No Levi had assured her that it wasn’t like that, said he wasn’t seeing anyone else. She tried to stop herself from going down that rabbit hole, but she couldn’t seem to. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had clicked on your profile which she was almost disappointed to find as public. This meant that there was nothing stopping her from judging every perfect image that was posted, and to her pleasant surprise, there was only one photo of you and Levi. The photo was posted the week prior, the two of you were hiking in the mountains, the dusty trial behind you. Your face was flushed from the exertion of the climb, Levi seemed cool as a cucumber, his face blank and void of emotion. She scrolled through the post and found a video, the sound of your shoes crunching and Levi talking behind you were clear as day. 

“I mean come on, who uses fucking Lipton? Have some god damn class.” Levi spat, as you snorted in amusement. Petra found herself chuckling along with you at Levi’s little rant. She felt a rogue tear slide down her cheek when you showed the phone to Levi, who’s face fell from being mildly animated to apathetic once more. You cackled as he swiped the phone and the video ended abruptly. It was so innocent, it was clear from the rest of your page that you were a private person, much like Levi. With little indication that you were dating him, it left her wanting to know more. More about the girl that had taken her place, had managed to worm her way into Levi’s heart of stone and make herself comfortable. As soon as these thoughts crowded into her head, she deleted instagram all together and powered her phone down, determined to wipe her memory of the images she had seen. 

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The music was a nice distraction from the awkwardness that hung in the air. You had arrived uncharacteristically early to Hange’s party, and consequently meeting a whole group of people that you had never met before. The new people were about your age, three young men and one stunning young woman. It was early fall and Hange’s annual bonfire bash as you all had dubbed the event. Basically you lit a massive fire, when you were younger it was your past assignments from your pervious school year, then it became just regular old wood. You tapped your finger against the cool beer bottle as you leaned up against the counter, the men were laughing obnoxiously as they dropped the alcohol that they’d brought into one of the many coolers. The woman was looking at you almost nervously, she seemed extremely on edge, shifting her weight back and forth, eyes wandering around the room in a jittery manner. You frowned, wondering what was bothering her, but ultimately deciding that it was not really your business. Erwin shimmied behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he slide past you into the kitchen. You caught his arm, clinging to his familiar presence. 

“Erwin.” you hissed as he stooped to reach your level. 

“Who are these people?” you asked as you held his bicep firmly in your grasp. He pulled away and looked at you with a confused expression. 

“You mean Levi didn’t tell you?” He said slowly, clearly he was unsure if it was his place to speak on the relationship between Levi and these people. 

“No....” You said carefully, not wanting to make Erwin uncomfortable. 

“Oh well they used to work in the same department before Levi switched.” He said, he looked over to the men and motioned for them to come over, they ambled over with curious expressions. 

“What’s up Erwin?” the dark haired man asked as he looked between the two of you. 

“Just thought I’d ought to introduce you to (Y/n) here, she’s an old friend of ours from high school.” Erwin explained, his hand still comfortingly placed on your mid back. You waved shyly and smiled at all of them, including the girl. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” The blonde with a ponytail said, outstretching his hand to shake yours. 

“I’m Eld, this is Gunther, Oluo, and that fine young lady over there is Petra.” He said, pointing at all of them respectively. 

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” you said sweetly as you struck up a conversation with Oluo about what they thought about the department that they worked in. It didn’t go unnoticed that Petra remained nearly silent, her amber eyes wide and a bit fearful. When the interns arrived, the men were quick to go help them carry in the alcohol that they brought, leaving you and Petra alone in the kitchen. You cocked your head at her as you poured some pretzels into a large bowl. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a halo over her head and you couldn’t help but voice your admiration for her. 

“You’re really pretty.” you gushed as she blushed at your words and turned to look at you with wide eyes. 

“So are you...” She returned the compliment and you smiled, feeling more at ease now that the two of you were alone. 

“So how long have you known Hange?” You asked conversationally as you crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the trash. 

“Hm let’s see...about four years now?” She responded with a bit of a wistful tone. 

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met sooner!” you chuckled as the two of you opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two large glasses. The two of you strolled out into the bark yard, where Hange and Moblit were chucking large pallets of wood onto the fire pit. You and Petra sat down in two lawn chairs watching as Hange and Moblit bickered over if it was safe enough to light the fire with gasoline. 

“I am too, you seem....like a really nice girl.” Petra said a bit downcast as she looked deeply into her wine. 

“So do you! We should grab breakfast ooo or maybe even brunch sometime!” You said excitedly and Petra sat there in awe, wondering if there was even a mean bone in your body. Or if you had any clue that she had dated Levi. 

“Yeah...this is kind of random but...are you dating Levi?” She blurted out, her face turning to look at you with a flushed expression. You nodded nonchalantly and took another sip of your wine. 

“Yeah we just started dating about a year ago.” You said with a shrug, Petra inhaled, readying herself for the next words that would either make or break the future relationship between the two of you. 

“Did...you know we dated?” she said, cringing when the words left her mouth. She sounded crazy and she knew it, but she felt obligated to clear the air between you before it got bad. 

“Hm I think he mentioned it once or twice, and Hange told me about you when you first started dating.” You said looking up thoughtfully, your tone held no malice or any sign of ill will. 

“You’re not...” 

“Insecure? Nah, and don’t take that like I’m being cocky! I just mean that...” 

“No, no let’s just not do this. I’m sorry for bringing it up. God I’m such a bitch.” Petra went to stand and you followed her, catching her wrist. 

“It’s alright really, I don’t care about what happened between you and Levi. It’s frankly none of my business, I just...wanna be friends with you.” you smiled at her sheepishly as she looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Oh” She managed to say dumbly. 

“That is if you want to be friends.” You said, letting go of her hand and giving her some space. 

“Yeah...I think that I’d like that very much.” Petra said with a bright smile. 

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In honor of Women’s History month, I couldn’t bare to write something that was a stereotypical jealous ex, so I did the next best thing and wrote this more geared towards the reader and Petra bringing each other up instead of tearing one another down. As someone who was apart of the fandom back in like 2014 I am way too familiar with writers turning Petra into a psycho bitch, and I don’t like that. SO I hope that this is good enough to fit the prompt! 

[cynettic]

Kaeya x Reader ( midnight cuddles )

Summary - You get back late from work and commissions to Kaeya sleeping, you try not to wake him up. Little bit of a twist this time though, you’re drunk ;)

Pairings - Kaeya x Reader

Writing Style - Bullet points, mini oneshot fluff (at the end)

Warnings - Nonee

A/N - Cmon Kaeya, accept my marriage proposal dammit-

Midnight Cuddles

It wasn’t too uncommon to show up home later than your boyfriend, his cavalry duties carrying him through the day. If he showed up late, it was with alcohol in his hand and a tad too many drinks. A hiccuping mess, you were used to it despite chastising him every time anyway.

“I don’t want you stumbling around late at night!”

But it was a whole other matter on the eventful night that you showed up late from work, and to top it off, drunk. It wasn’t that you drank when he wasn’t around, it was always when the two of you were in the tavern, either you or him making sure to stay sober to take the other home.

Or on the nights when you both accidentally had too much, and Diluc had to take care of the problem.

But tonight had been rough, and you’d been lured by the sound of glass clattering against the counter, and the promise of bliss if only for a few hours. Of course you’d thought Kaeya was there as well, which is why you’d bothered to drink that much.

But now you were stumbling into your room, drunk.

And very bad at being quiet.

Kaeya wasn’t the deepest sleeper, so you’d often be able to get away with sneaking in and crawling back into bed when coming back from work late.

But your drunk dumbass couldn’t stay up straight.

So despite thinking you were as quiet as the sneakiest ninja in all of Teyvat, the clatter of objects being strewn around with every step told you otherwise. You hadn’t meant to wake him up, you really hadn’t, even with your hazed mind you knew that Kaeya needed his sleep.

Somehow even drunk, you detected when he woke up with a groan, slowly rising to sit up. Just as he did so, you ducked, trying to hide your form in the darkness of the closet.

Kaeya didn’t have nocturnal vision like Diluc or Zhongli, so he struggled to glance around the room. Of course, even half asleep he knew any threat wouldn’t make that much noise. So he’d automatically suspected it was you, or a very poor excuse of a thief.

“Y/n…?”

Curled in a ball, you didn’t make a sound as you softly breathed against your knees. Pity you decided to be quiet now, Kaeya was already awake.

Standing on both feet, the cavalry knight rubbed at his eyes, glancing around the room once more. Now at this point he could smell the reeking of alcohol, and with a deep sigh he’d already puzzled together half of what was going on.

Eventually he spotted you, and with slow quiet steps, he made his way towards your bunched up form. Kneeling down to reach your small for, against the closet door, he breathed your name again, this time more worried.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t move, only sniffled when his eyes met yours. To say you were an emotional moody drunk was an understatement, you could jump from angry to energetic. Crying to laughing, any emotion, just too much of it. Another reason why you stayed away from alcohol unless Kaeya promised to stay sober, or Diluc offered to keep you in check.

Today, you decided to be a crybaby.

Kaeya paused, a hand slowly making its way to hold your face, hand against your cheek. His hand was calloused, and you nuzzled your head against the familiar form of his hand.

With a sigh, he slowly tugged you closer to him with one hand, lifting you up effortlessly. You leaned your head against his chest, a hiccup escaping your lips as well as a sob.

“What’s wrong kitten…?”

You sniffled in response.

Kaeya simply held you in his arms as he came to the kitchen, holding you with one hand as the other reached to grab a glass from the cupboard. There were times where he could be impatient, but cradling your quivering form, he didn’t even consider pressuring you for an answer.

He filled the glass with water, still holding you with one hand.

This man is strong- 😳

Anyways, one hand carrying you, the other one held the glass of water, and he made his way to the couch. Plopping down, he set you sideways on his lap, so your head and knees could lean against his chest.

If you weren’t drunk, you definitely would’ve admired the window ;)

One hand had the cup of water to your lips while the other tangled itself in your hair. It was messy, and his fingers slowly soothed out the tangles, careful not to make the process painful.

You drink the water, and once again, he asks what’s wrong.

You sniffle, “Y-you woke up.” 🥺

How could he not- you were literally kicking around every little thing on the ground. Probably hit the bed while you were at it too, even a deep sleeper would’ve woken up.

But Kaeya just chuckles.

He probably would’ve teased you, but you were genuinely crying, and he didn’t want to make you anymore upset. Especially when you were drunk, you were so unpredictable.

Instead he presses a kiss to your forehead, another between your eyebrows, and a last one to the tip of your nose. He promises you he doesn’t mind, that he will always wake up for you, that he’ll always be there.

You cry even more.

When you persist on the subject, he kisses you silent. He kisses you so much you forget what you were trying to say, and with another sniffle, you start to giggle. His lips drag to your neck, and your giggles turn to full out laughs at the jittery sensation.

“K-Kaeya- that tickles!”

Content that he managed to drag you from your solomn state, he sets the empty glass of water on the table, picking you up once more. He never stops kissing you though, your giggles like music to his ears.

He doesn’t stop kissing you till you’re all dressed up to sleep, tucked under the covers and in his arms.

You tell him you love him, he kisses you on the lips one last time and tells you that he wants to hear it in the morning.

Arms around him, you nuzzle your head against his neck, slowly drifting to sleep. He presses one last kiss to your forehead, tangling his legs with yours as he falls asleep alongside you.

_-_-_-_-_

Everything was hazy.

Your mind was jumbled between thoughts, your boyfriend beside you being the main focus. You could feel his warmth etch on your cold skin, wanting to press closer against him.

You couldn’t press close enough.

So with these jumbled thoughts, you sipped out of the glass of water in his hand, trying to clear and sort out what ran through your mind. But an overwhelming sensation of shame and guilt adorned your subconscious, and all you could do was cry. He’d asked why, rubbed his hand against your face and soothingly tousled his fingers through your hair.

And he’d laughed.

You didn’t understand what was so funny, you felt so terrible. He’d been sleeping and you’d woken him up. Of course you’d tried to hide away after doing so, but either you were terrible at hiding, or he had super senses.

Or you were drunk.

Not that you’d ever admit that to yourself in this state.

“B-But-“ you tried again, a hiccup cutting your sentence short.

Kaeya pressed another kiss to your lips, so gentle you couldn’t help but soften into it. Gentle, but firm enough to get you to shut up. Honestly- why wouldn’t he just let you talk??

“D-dont kiss me while I’m talki-“ you began.

He kissed you again.

“Hey! Are y-you even listen-“ you started.

He pressed his lips against yours, stern.

“K-Kaeya…” you whined, pouting when he kissed you again.

Instead of talking, you only stared up at him with puppy dog eyes, frown growing when he only chuckled in response. The tears had stopped, and the only sensation that pumped through your veins was annoyance, the look on your face made it clear enough.

Yet his hands worked their way around your hair, and the soothing motion was instantaneous on your mood. He set the glass down on the table, the other hand brushing back a strand of hair from your face. Getting a good view of the frown on your face, he paused, thinking of a way to take away the tears for good and put a smile on your face.

So he pressed his lips against your neck.

They were icy cold, different from the warmth of when he had kissed you. If you were sober, you would’ve known that it was the work of his vision, set down on the couch. But still, you jolted from the contact, letting out a speak of surprise fill the room.

“Cold!”

“Cold- cold- colddddd-“

His lips drifted from the nook of your neck to your shoulders, and you tensed up at the jittery sensation. Feather like, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle, forgetting about the tears you had shed earlier. It was like he was tickling you, and you flailed your legs, ankles brushing against the fabric of the cushion.

You squirmed, not enough to get out of his lap, but just enough to match the rhythm of your sporadic laughing. You didn’t notice how Kaeya’s lips curved to a smile at the sound, fingertips now cold to the touch as if to drain away all malicious thoughts.

At last, when he stopped with his icy teasing, you let out a sigh of relief. Burying yourself in the warmth of his chest, he pressed one last kiss to your forehead, warm.

You shivered against the contrast of temperature, an equally warm smile on your lips as you looked up to meet his eyes.

He beamed back, mission accomplished.

[superherotiger]

Unmatched Gifts (Soul Guide AU Drabble)

Hey everyone! I've been having some writers block lately so this drabble was a quick, fun piece I made to try and get back into it. It's sort of a belated Valentine's Day fic as well as an Outsider POV, and I had a lot of fun writing from MJ's perspective this time around! Let me know what you thought, your comments really mean a lot to me and keep me inspired to write. Hope you all have an amazing day! -Superherotiger

Ao3 // Soul Guide AU Masterlist

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“Hey MJ, do you know how to draw animals?”

Glancing up at Peter through a veil of brown curls, MJ narrowed her eyes suspiciously and asked, “Why?”

“Oh- nothing… I was just curious,” Peter replied sheepishly, before turning back to his lunch with the same nervous tension that had been building up in his shoulders all morning. Ned might not have noticed, but MJ had always been the observant one of the trio, and it hadn’t slipped her attention just how distracted the young genius had been all day. Jittery, uncertain, but not scared, which probably meant it was nothing too life threatening at least. And judging by the way Peter’s hand kept subconsciously moving towards the invisible soul guide beside him, she had a pretty good guess as to why.

“To answer your question, yes.”

Peter blinked up at her with the most oblivious doe eyed stare. “Yes… to what?”

Unable to hold back an eye roll, MJ teased, “For a genius you can be really stupid sometimes. Yes, I can draw animals.”

“Oh,” the boy said as realisation and excitement passed over his features all at once. “Would you- uh, be able to draw me some?”

“Depends on what kind of animal you’re after,” MJ replied coyly.

“Just simple ones, like a cat and a dog.”

Trying to suppress a smile at the adorably hopeful expression Peter was shooting her right now, MJ asked lightly, “And your sudden need for animal artworks wouldn’t have anything to do with- I don’t know, Soul’s Day would it?”

“Pfft, no,” Peter tried to defend, but the flash of panic in his eyes as he leant back was all the answer she needed.

“You didn’t get a gift, did you Parker?”

The boy’s lips drew into a thin line. “I was planning to get one…”

“And yet, you didn’t,” MJ smirked, already pulling out a sketchbook from her backpack. “Your soulmate must really matter to you, huh?”

It was only meant to be a joke, but MJ had to admit she felt a twinge of regret when Peter’s expression suddenly morphed into one of horror and shame. “No, no! You got it all wrong, I do care about them- a lot!” Peter rushed to explained, running a hand through his mop of curls as he tried to gather his thoughts. “It’s just, I’ve never had to… buy gifts for Soul’s Day before, you know?”

Oh boy don’t I know it.

“Usually I just take Tiger for a walk through Central Park or force him to watch Star Wars with me for the ten millionth time,” Peter said with a fond chuckle, before his features sobered back into worry as he explained “But now that it’s not just me and Tiger anymore, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Do I write a card? Do I buy them something? Do I buy something expensive? Not that I have the money for anything expensive, I just-“

“You’re spiralling,” MJ cut in before his nerves could start shaking the table as well as his hands.

“Sorry- sorry, I just… don’t know what to do,” Peter admitted in a sigh. “I’m scared I’ll screw it all up…”

Expression softening, MJ watched as the boy hung his head in defeat; a sight that appeared most unfitting on the ever determined and optimistic Peter Parker. It didn’t take long though for his attention to be captured by something beside him, undoubtedly the unseen but always loyal soul guide coming in to offer their comfort. She had seen Peter turn to them many times before, but even as the boy began to pet his companion as normal, she noticed the guilt that now weighed in his warm, brown eyes. Guilt that he wasn’t doing enough, and that he didn’t know how to be enough.

Soul’s Day had always seemed so pointless in MJ’s mind. It was nothing more than a cheap way for companies to squeeze some extra money out of consumers, pressuring them to buy big and buy lots, as if that was the only way to measure how much one truly loved their soulmate. In the end, it was nothing more than a glamorised commercial. Which was something MJ would have told her friend on any other occasion, but found herself faltering just this once.

Because there- in his eyes, in his guilt, in his fear of getting it wrong, there was love. There was so much love that it was pouring out as worry because he simply didn’t know how else to express it. After all, how could a single gift possibly represent just how much one cared about their soulmate? Just how much they loved them? A connection like that was priceless, and hence, it was unmatched.

It was no wonder Peter had spiralled so far with a task as impossible as that.

So, pushing aside whatever feelings she held against Soul’s Day herself, MJ tapped Peter’s arm with her pencil to gather his attention and said sharply, “You’re not going to screw it up. Do you know why?”

“Uh… Because I’ll have one of your amazing drawings to give them?” Peter guessed innocently.

“No, because you care about them. That’s what matters the most,” MJ replied bluntly, startling the boy at first before he took a moment to process it. Slowly, the shock melted into understanding, and then finally into relief as he offered MJ a smile of appreciation. One that was free of worry or guilt, and one that MJ hoped would never disappear again.  

Before everything could get too sentimental though, MJ flashed a subtle smirk and added, “But yes, also because you’ll have one of my drawings.”

Peter huffed out a chuckle of his own, and after giving his companion one last scratch, he leant his arms against the table with a wide, excited smile and said, “Thank you so much for doing this MJ, you’re the best!”

“Don’t mention it,” MJ replied, offering a fluttering smile before she hastily glanced down at her sketchbook instead when she felt her cheeks begin to warm. “Let’s- uh, let’s start with your soul guide, okay?”

Peter nodded keenly, and without anymore hesitation, he burst into a description of his loyal companion: a fluffy, silver cat that was as elegant as he was fearsome. The boy took his time to describe every feature and fur pattern in detail, often dragging his unsuspecting companion onto the table so he could get a better look and offering a sheepish laugh when the soul guide had obviously bounded away in annoyance. A prominent scar running through the cat’s chest became a point of conflict for Peter as he tried to decide whether to include it or not, and in the end, MJ added the mark in one of her softest pencils. Still there, but merely an imprint…

When it came to Peter’s counterpart however, MJ really shouldn’t have been surprised that it was a dog of all things. Joyful. Playful. Loyal. And a golden retriever no less, so also undeniably cute. They had always joked about those Parker puppy dog eyes, but now it seemed their theory had become an undeniable truth, much to MJ’s amusement.

And as she drew, Peter filled the silence with stories of his soul guide and counterpart. All the ridiculous mischief they’d gotten into, all the mishaps, all the gentle moments. It was nice, walking through all those memories that Peter was so proud to share. Not only did it fill the time with warmth and laughter, but it made the image MJ was trying to capture in her mind that much clearer, and hence the path of her pencil that much easier.

By the end of the lunch break, Peter was sitting beside her and inspecting the finished page with a beaming grin. It displayed the two animals running happily alongside each other, as free and as joyful as Peter’s stories had been, and MJ couldn’t suppress her smile when the boy called his soul guide back to present the sketch with glee. “It’s you Tiger! How cool is that?” he proclaimed to the unseen guide, and after admiring the page himself for a little longer, he glanced up at MJ with the most grateful smile and said, “Thank you MJ, this is amazing! You captured them perfectly!”

Smiling to herself, MJ didn’t have the heart to tell her friend that she hadn’t been trying to capture their image, but the love that Peter had described them with.

She doubted the sketch did it justice or even caught a shred of its true extent, but seeing Peter’s face -so excited and joyful- told her that it showed more of that love than any other gift could.

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@joyful-soul-collector @lost-lunar-wolf @lbigreyhound13 @aixabi @zanderljones @milstrim @anarinette @sfabsha @appleschloss @sdottkrames @katthebookiestnerd

[professorrw]

Home Again

Pairing: female reader x Loki

Request: something smutty where like, Loki was away for a while maybe on Asgard, and he comes home to the reader and they’re just like all over each other? I’d love to see a lot of teasing, a lot of praise

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, unprotected sex, praising, teasing, tiny bit of edging

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Loki was obligated to return to Asgard to see his family. You were completely okay with that, you even encouraged it. But what you didn’t know was that his trip would be over a month long. He left in late August and it was now October. That was the longest you had ever been apart. It was an understatement to say that you were missing him. And out of selfishness you wished he would return sooner.

After the first three weeks you were used to him being gone. There wasn’t anything you could do. There wasn’t a way for you two to communicate that you knew of. So all you could do was hope that he would return sometime soon.

You peered outside. It was nine o’clock and it was pouring rain. The sky was a dark grey color and all the buildings surrounding your apartment looked even drearier. You plopped back down on the couch with your tea and flipped through shows. After nearly two hours of being curled up on the couch there was a knock at the door. 

Your eyebrows knit together as you walked over to it. You weren’t expecting anyone. You looked through the peephole and low and behold, Loki was outside the door. You swung the door open and before any words were said threw your arms around him.

He chuckled. “It seems as though you’ve missed me darling.” He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek.

You pulled back slightly so you could look at him. “Of course I have! You’ve been gone forever.”

“I know. And that’s why I’m back. I couldn’t bear being away from you for so long. I dreamed about you every night. Even Thor could tell how much I missed you.” Loki kissed your lips and picked you up.

He carried you to your bedroom and laid you down on the bed. You raised your eyebrows as he pulled his shirt above his head.

“What is it? Surely you didn’t expect me to be able to wait any longer.”

You laughed and started taking your clothes off too. Loki was in such a hurry you knew you would have to tease him. He was completely naked in a flash and his eyes were glued on you. The only thing that was off was your top, and the pace you were going wasn’t going to work for him. He ‘tsked’ and crawled over to you.

He reached for your bottoms but you shooed his hand away.

He let out an exasperated breath, “Darling?” The expression on his face was absolutely pitiful. He looked genuinely hurt which only made you laugh. Loki however was not amused. He had been waiting for his return and now that he was here he was impatient and ready to get to it.

“Darling please. I want to touch you. I want to see your beautiful body and hear your angelic sounds.” He caressed your face and gave you puppy dog eyes. You just couldn’t resist him any longer. 

You threw the rest of your clothes off and as soon as they were his hands were on you.

“Lay down,” you said.

He did as you ordered and smiled. He was delighted that you were taking the lead. But with you in the lead that meant that you controlled the pace. With you controlling the pace you could tease him as much as you wanted.

You pulled the lube out of your bedside drawer and squirted some on your hand. You rubbed Loki’s cock until it was properly lubricated. He waited with anticipation. His whole body was jittery and tingling because of how excited he was.

You giggled at how alert he was of everything you were doing. He was completely absorbed in you.

“Why are you laughing?” Loki asked.

You smiled and answered, “You look cute when you’re needy like this.”

“Darling I want you. I think I’ve waited long enough to be able to have you again.”

You rubbed some lube on your vagina and put your legs on either side of Loki’s middle. He held onto your hips as you slowly lowered yourself onto his hard cock. The entrance was smooth and painless.

Once his dick was completely inside your cunt you began to move. You started slow and gradually amped up the speed.

Yours and Loki’s moans filled the room. You were lucky your neighbors were out of town or else they would have heard you. Even though he was moaning every other bounce Loki made sure to praise you.

“You make me feel extraordinary darling. I can’t imagine going another day without you. I’ll have to make love to you every day to make up for my absence.”

Despite your concentration on the task at hand you grinned at his words.

“You look positively radiant when you smile, love,” he said.

His talking died out and was replaced with moans as you reached the peak of your speed. The whole time he was keen on seeing your face but as he neared his orgasm he squeezed his eyes shut. You wanted to mess with him so when you noticed he was about to cum you slowed down. He immediately opened his eyes and looked at you. 

“Oh! Oh darling please- please, go faster,” he whined. “I’m about to cum, please.”

He bucked his hips up and you continued bouncing. After just a few seconds his dick stiffened and released his cum. You kept riding him, trying to reach your own orgasm. Now that Loki had his orgasm he too was focusing on you.

“Come on darling. Cum for me. You look so wonderful when you do.” His soft words and thrusting helped you get to your orgasm and just a few moments later your walls squeezed around his cock and that sticky liquid spilled out of you.

You only went down a few more times before you raised up and released his dick from inside you. You reached to your bedside table and pulled a soft cloth from the drawer and wiped the cum off of Loki’s dick and your folds.

When you finished with that you laid back down against Loki’s side. He wrapped an arm around you and smiled. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more than anything,” you responded.

“I don’t think I can be apart from you for such a long time ever again. I’ll take you to Asgard with me the next time I go.”

Your face lit up and you turned to look at him. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m sure Mother and Father wouldn’t mind. It’s about time they met the love of my life and the most wonderful woman I know.” He cupped your cheek and leaned in to kiss your lips. You beamed at him as you both laid there together.

[appropriatelystupid]

So obviously there’s Supercorp in medieval times AUs

(trust and believe I’ve read and loved every single one they never get old)

But what about a Supercorp at Medieval Times AU…

Lena, is the reigning Queen:

She started working there in high school because she needed an excuse to get out of the house and because she knew Lillian would frown upon such an establishment

(She stayed because the joy of the kids that come through is just too sweet a high)

Lena started as a serving girl, entry level and easy enough, but quickly set her eyes on the prize: The Throne

The Queen at the time, an undeniably irritating woman, Siobhan, makes it almost too easy for Lena to usurp her

Siobhan has multiple reviews from guests for her lackluster performance, as well as numerous complaints from coworkers for being a menace to work with

In the end, Siobhan all but hands Lena everything she needs

Siobhan is late for the start of the dinner show, on a busy Friday

Lena isn’t the one to find her, but, if pressed, she’ll admit to making sure the manager was

The show needs to get started but they absolutely will be having a conversation later about the fact that she was just caught fucking one of the squires in her changing room

(It does not go her way)

Suddenly the Throne is open and there’s another show tomorrow and the manager is scrambling because how will we find a queen in less than a day

And so Lena makes her move; stops by the manager’s office and offers to cover the role until they can find someone permanent; she knows the show from watching it everyday and, best of all, she already fits the current wardrobe

And so her reign begins

Kara, is determined to be a Knight:

She starts about a month after Lena becomes Queen

Her best friend, Winn, a jester who does a pre-show act as people are being seated, gets her an interview to be a stable hand

A lifetime of riding horses makes her more than qualified

Kara is feeding one of the horses the first time she sees Lena, already dressed for the dinner show

(She almost loses a finger in her distraction)

They don’t get a chance to talk for a few days, as far as Kara can tell Lena is pretty aloof and unsociable

It’s two days later when Kara finds Lena grooming one of the horses after a show and she finds out that it’s just been a bad week for Lena

In addition to some personal family stuff, the knights in the show have all, at one time or another, tried to ask her out and a couple really don’t know how to take “no” for an answer

After seeing her work with the horse, Kara tells her she’s always welcome in the stables with her

She wields her broom like a sword, promises to protect her from any and all unsavory knights, and finishes with a deep bow in hopes of making her crack a smile

She gets a deep belly laugh, head thrown back and cheeks dusted pink, and a smile that almost blinds her instead

She feels her heart trip over itself in her chest and knows she must become a knight so she can at least pretend to fight for the love of this incredible woman

A few months into working there, Lena catches her practicing with a sword between shows

A few too many call outs meant someone was needed to polish the gear and Kara got distracted™️

Lena just picks up a sword of her own, with an elaborate flourish, and they spend half of their lunch break having a duel

Both are very impressed by the others swordsmanship and also very turned on by the whole thing

They both keep that bit to themselves

Lena starts plotting her next show shake up

A few months later, there’s drama™️ in the arena during the knights practice jousts, which is to say, Morgan is in a huff because Lena turned him down, again, and Maxwell can’t help but taunt him by bragging that she’ll “totally say yes" to him when he asks again

Mike and James try to calm them both down but Morgan’s horse gets spooked and throws him off

He doesn’t break anything but the way he’s whimpering you’d think he did; either way he can’t perform that night

Before the manager can start to panic, Lena suggests Kara take Morgan’s spot for the night

He’s hesitant about putting a female in the role but his options are limited with their back up on vacation

Kara is shocked that Lena suggests her but quickly jumps to her own defense

It’s already known she’s great on a horse, and her time working with them (and in the gym) mean that Morgan’s gear will work well enough for her to be comfortable and still in control

It’s too close to the doors opening for anything else so Kara dons the armor (and if she can’t stop smiling well then that’s just too bad for everyone else because she’s ecstatic)

As they gather to determine the winner for that night’s show, Lena looks almost as excited for her as Kara is

The Queen and her four Knights gather around and Lena blindly draws a beanbag from the dark box in front of them: Red will be winning tonight

She replaces the bag and mixes them up a bit before the knights all draw their own

Kara draws blue; Lena thinks it’s fitting for her first show, considering how bright her blue eyes are shining in excitement, even if it means she’ll be coming in second that night

Mike gets red and all Lena can think is at least it’s not Maxwell again

The show goes better than most have in weeks

Kara’s joy is palpable and the Blue section is, at times, deafening

Even though she comes in second, when Kara removes her helmet and reveals herself to the crowd, the entire arena erupts

Lena, from her place on the throne, can see little kids all over the crowd in awe of her

(Shortly after Lena had become Queen, she had suggested adding a sort of meet and greet after the shows, a chance for the younger kids to meet their heroes of the night

As is her own custom, Lena is with the winning Knight, seeing as they had just fought for her hand, after all)

Most nights the knights are greeted by kids from their own section, but tonight, from where Lena is standing with Mike, she can see kids in crowns from all the sections eager to meet Kara

Kara, absolutely cannot stop beaming and is told more than a few times that she needs to make her interactions quicker

(She does not go quicker)

When she finally does get through all the guests waiting for her, the manager offers Kara the role permanently

Morgan had quit when he heard Kara was replacing him and there’s no denying the popularity of her as a knight

It feels like an eternity (it’s been two weeks) before Kara finally draws the winning color for the night: Green

She thinks it’s fitting, just like Lena’s eyes as it were

Lena, for her part tries desperately to not show how excited she is that Kara will finally be her winning Knight

The show goes exactly as it always does, everything running without a hitch, but Kara can’t help but be a nervous wreck as they get to the end

She has the flower crown in hand, she knows what comes next but she can’t help but feel jittery in her saddle

She knows she needs to trot past her section in victory

She knows she needs to ride to Lena in the Royal Box

She knows she needs to place the flowers on her head and crown her the “Queen of Love and Beauty”

She knows Lena thanks her winning Knight with a kiss on the cheek

She knows all of this but she didn’t know ya know

She finds she’s distinctly unprepared for Lena’s face to be anywhere near her face

All Kara can do as she approaches Lena is hope desperately that she doesn’t look as nervous about a kiss on the cheek as she feels

(Alex never let’s her live it down after she hears the story)

Kara stops her horse next to the Royal Box as Lena rises to greet her

She’s sure it’s a trick of the lights that showed a flash of nerves across Lena’s face as well

Kara can feel her hands shaking as she places the crown on Lena’s head; she’s shocked her horse hasn’t picked up on her nerves as well

It’s only when Lena’s lips finally make contact with her cheek, close enough to the corner of her mouth to be felt, that Kara realizes she hasn’t been breathing

Kara sees the nerves clearly now, as Lena straightens back up to finish the show, so she does the only thing she can think to do in front of a packed arena

She catches Lena’s hand off the railing that separates them and plants her lips firmly to the back of it, blue eyes locked on Lena’s own green

The smiles they send each other would outshine the sun if given the chance before Lena shakes herself out of her daze to finally actually finish the show

After the show, after greeting the guests with their hands as good as glued together, they finally get back to their shared changing room

(An unexpected blessing and curse once there were two females needing a place to change for the shows)

Lena is barely in the door before she’s very much pinned against it by her very happy and very beautiful knight

They don’t outright tell anyone about the shift between them

James is the first to realize that when Kara wins, the kisses get closer and closer to real; he catches them both after a show and gives them a quick “congrats” and a wink before heading to change

Mike doesn’t clock onto the difference for when Kara wins but when he eventually finds out they’re dating he gives them a “right on” and high fives them both

Maxwell doesn’t notice anything because he doesn’t pay attention to parts of the show that don’t involve him; they very pointedly tell him absolutely nothing about themselves

If this was a real story and not me stream-of-consciousness-ing then Nia and Brainy would work at the gift shop

Also this is how I pictured Lena for the entirety of this: