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daycourtofficial · 2 months

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Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 7

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

Author’s note: eeeek I’ve had parts of this one in the drafts for AGES the middle section has been drafted for at least a month I swear and I’ve been sitting on it like 🧍‍♀️ waiting to share it. I think this is my favorite part so far (but not my fav overall 🥰)

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Your day had been shit. Ever since that godsawful date Mor ambushed you with last night, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering about Azriel and Nesta’s date. What they were doing, how things were going, if she was making him laugh.

Hell, you couldn’t stop thinking about their date while on your own date. The guy was good looking, and he wasn’t terrible, but there was nothing there between you two.

He also was very into cryptocurrency, a topic that quickly took over the conversation at dinner. A topic you did not encourage him to continue on. He somehow didn’t get that memo, insisting on walking you up towards the doors of your building when he was dropping you off, where you had made a lame excuse about going to bed early before ducking into your building.

You had followed the same path Azriel took only moments ago, continuing on to your own apartment. You open the door, finding a note on the fridge in Cassian’s messy scrawl.

Have fun.

He drew a winky face, and then several crude drawings on the post-it. The drawings made you groan, Cassian’s enthusiasm for your date further solidifying your nonexistent chance with his brother.

Of course Cassian would have Mor set you up after he found out about your little crush on his brother. You felt so stupid when you saw Nesta on their couch earlier today. You hardly spoke to Rhysand on the way to lab, your thoughts too flooded with how terribly you had read the whole situation.

Cassian probably told Mor all about your dumb crush and got her to fix you up tonight. Maybe Azriel had even mentioned your text to Cassian, asking him what to do about the annoying roommate who developed a crush on his brother.

Your chest hurts, but it was just a silly crush. You’ll get over it.

Eventually.

Azriel stood in the elevator, waiting for the doors to close as he looked at his phone, looking at the last message you had sent him Friday morning.

Wanna grab lunch tomorrow?

He hadn’t answered, his phone having been on silent all day to focus on finishing his work for the next week and the reception in the library not allowing messages to come through. He hadn’t seen the message until he woke up this morning, the timestamp seeming cruel.

Now he stares at it and wants to throw his phone. Missed opportunities, he supposes. But what would this lunch have looked like since you’re dating that dickhead from last night? Would you have had to reject him outright?

He can see your face contort in a smile as you tell him, “oh no, Az, I’m seeing someone.” Then you’d probably laugh about it with the dickhead.

He runs his hands down his face when he hears someone yelling, “hold the elevator please!” He juts out an arm on instinct, not noticing who it is. He sees you slip inside, the doors bumping against his arm, bringing him back to reality as he looks down at you.

Fuck.

A light scent of oranges fills the elevator, and he notes it’s likely from your shampoo. He pulls his arm from the door, allowing them to close, locking the two of you in the metal box.

You look up at him, eyes going wide, cheeks heating in embarrassment at the close proximity. You’re standing right in front of him, and you can smell his cologne, a scent of night-chilled air and cedar filling your nose. You take deep breaths, telling yourself that it’s okay, it was just a little crush.

On a very pretty, smart, and very kind guy.

Who smelled incredible.

You look down at your feet, unsure how to speak to him now that you knew he was dating Nesta. And not wanting to further embarrass yourself by flirting with him.

Gods, this was how you were going to die, you think, shuffling to lean against the rail. Azriel’s voice puts a halt to the spiraling of your thoughts.

“Nice date last night?” Azriel asks, trying not to let whatever he’s feeling bubble up. Your eyebrows shoot up, unaware of Azriel even knowing about your date.

Of course he knows, you think, Cassian probably told him he’d handle it.

“He spent the while night telling me about stocks and crypto and how he wants to be in Forbes 30 under 30,” you scoffed, “so no, it was not nice.”

The elevator starts moving, and his eyebrows shoot up. “So that wasn’t your boyfriend?”

You scoff, “hell no. Mor ambushed me yesterday. She told me to get dressed up and we’d go out and have a fun girl’s night, but when I showed up she texted me that she set me up instead.

“The worst part is Mor was so confident that she told Cassian about it, so he had stayed at her place last night to give me ‘privacy’. He even left crude drawings around the apartment to help the ‘atmosphere’.”

Azriel laughs as the elevator dings for the third floor. He feels his chest lighten, knowing you definitely weren’t seeing anyone. “Mor’s always been ambitious, hasn’t she?”

You laugh. “Maybe it was just a ploy for her to have sex with Cassian.”

You say it, but you know it’s not true. The real truth was they wanted to put you out there, help you get over the beautiful man standing next to you. They knew you didn’t have a shot, especially compared to Nesta. You’re brought back to reality, and decide to hurt yourself further.

“How was your date with Nesta?” You ground out, after a pause in your conversation. You needed to know so you can completely cut off your feelings for him. You needed him to pierce you with the final dagger.

His eyebrows arch up, and he looks at your expression.

Were you upset? You won’t meet his gaze, and you’re clenching your fists. Were you - jealous?

His mouth curls up at the thought, “uh it wasn’t a date. Nesta and I study together every Thursday night. We take a lot of the same classes. We did it last night instead because she was busy on Thursday.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, “so you’re not dating Nesta?”

He laughs, “absolutely not. No that’s an avenue I’d never go down. But there is some-“

His words die as you hear a screeching sound and the elevator stops completely, leaving you two stranded somewhere between the first and second floors.

“No - no, no, no.”

You start freaking out - elevators always gave you a bit of concern, their small dimensions making you feel cramped. You hit the button to open the door, jamming it with your finger. Realizing that it was fruitless, You pull out your phone only to remember that the elevator always has no service.

“Fuck,” you mumble, and your breaths start coming faster and faster, and you’re trying to remember your calming techniques, when you feel cold hands gently grab your cheeks.

“Hey, look at me.”

You look up, finding hazel eyes looking back at you. They’re etched with concern, not a trace of mockery in them.

“We’re okay. Breathe with me, can you do that?”

He grabs one of your hands, placing it on his chest so you can feel his breaths as they come in and out. Your eyes stay trained on his, not wanting to look away, wanting to get lost in the gold flecks you find there.

You start following the rhythm of his breaths, but he keeps talking to you in a soothing tone. You’re too focused on breathing to register what he’s saying, but you do register the soothing tone he’s speaking to you in. You could get lost in his voice, its deep timbre a melody in your ears.

Eventually you come back down enough to focus on what he’s saying and he’s telling you about his night - everything he did yesterday.

“Rhys texted me to get some trash bags on my way in, which is where I was coming from when I pulled up and found you with crypto douche.”

You smile, your first real reaction to his words since the elevator stopped.

“There she is,” he says, his finger tapping your cheek, “wanna tell me more about crypto douche?”

“He wants to be a landlord.”

Azriel snorts, “of course he does.”

“I didn’t even want to go on this date,” your eyes stay locked with his, the golden flecks calming you down. “But Mor has been begging me to go out with this guy for ages, and then she finally decided to ambush me by forcing it on me.”

“You know you can tell Mor “no”. It’s a complete sentence.”

“I know,” you sigh, “but she loves playing matchmaker, even though she’s awful at it. Usually once every other month I let her set me up, but she was just throwing a tantrum I wouldn’t let her set me up this time once I figured out the rouse.”

He doesn’t let himself linger on the fact that you haven’t let her set you up since meeting him. Coincidence, maybe. “Have any of them been successful?”

You blow out a breath, “uh, no. Usually I stay for an hour then leave. None of them have ever gotten a second date.” You pause, thinking. “In the words of the great philosopher of our time, “I’m a pathological people pleaser,” you chuckle.

“And who said that?”

“…. Taylor Swift.”

He looks at you, a chuckle on his breath, such tenderness in his gaze it shocks you a bit. “You should stand up for yourself more.”

“I’m… not really sure how. It’s kind of new to me.”

You look at your feet, but he taps your chin so you’ll look at him again. “I stood up to my parents, and it was the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

You had tiptoed around the topic since your admission to Cassian the day you moved in, the wound still too raw to discuss with anyone other than Feyre. Mor knew some of the details, but not the whole story. You’re sure Rhys and Az knew that something happened with your parents, but you never let them know too much about it.

They didn’t know that your parents had told you that you became everything they had tried to avoid. That, despite everything they did for you, you didn’t turn out right.

You hadn’t told Mor because you knew she would have burnt down their house with them in it.

“It was scary, moving here with a guy I hardly knew.” His grip on you tightens slightly, and he’s hanging onto every word you say.

“But I don’t regret it. Not even when Cassian wakes me up at 6 AM with his singing.”

He chuckles, and he stills as you look into his eyes, your voice clear and strong.

“I don’t… I don’t regret any of it. I don’t regret meeting you.”

His hands are still cupped on your face, his face mere inches from your own. Your confession hangs in the air as you two look at each other, and he leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

Your breathing hitches, but not because you’re stuck.

He opens his mouth to reply, but the elevator comes back to life, moving downwards again. It startles both of you into jumping away from each other, and you clear your throat.

“Where are- where are you going?” You ask, gesturing towards his helmet.

“Oh, uh Cassian forgot his lunch and doesn’t have time to grab anything between clients. I was going to bring him something.”

The air is lighter between you two, and Azriel feels like he can breathe you in again. The fog of confusion has lifted between you two, leaving you to be seen clearly by him.

“Do you want to get lunch?”

He echos your previous text message to him, and you nod.

“Yeah I’d love that.”

You stroll through the lobby, putting as much distance between the falter elevator and yourselves. Once you make it to the parking lot, Azriel places his spare helmet on your head, tapping the top of it lightly affectionately.

You zip your jacket up as Azriel gets on the bike first, his thighs straddling the seat. He holds the bike steady, allowing you to place your hands on his shoulders for balance, letting go of your fears as you swing your leg around to straddle the bike behind him. Your body leans against his, wrapping around him, holding onto him.

You place your head on his back, your fingers clutching onto his jacket. It feels new, electricity crackling through every inch of you that is in contact with him, despite the layers and helmets that separate you.

He chuckles at the gasp you let out when you two start moving, how your hands hold onto his jacket a little tighter than before.

He pulls a hand away to place it gently on one of the hands you have clutched to his jacket, squeezing three times before moving his hand back.

#acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #acotar writing #azriel x y/n

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ghostlynachopanda · 1 year

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Like a charm

a/n: in honor of demon slayer AND aot coming out on Friday I wrote this. I think it sucks but I wrote it at 4am. I didn't read over it or anything so tell me if it's good or if it sucks. thanks, pals, here's this one.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 2.1k

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Enid learned, pretty quick, the best way to get Wednesday out of a foul mood was by getting you. You worked like a charm, pulling her out of any and all bad moods she might be in. Enid didn't waste time in telling almost everyone Wednesday came in contact with, aiming to keep heads on people's shoulders. The amount of times you've been dragged to a murderous Wednesday is laughable. Well, it would be if it wasn't as effective as it actually is.

Wednesday is vexed, furious, miffed. Everything and everyone is testing her patience today. Enid woke up being extra preppy, not being able to find her preferred sweater, and Bianca thinking she's smarter than she actually is, trying to one-up her. Wednesday's thoughts consisted of only the murder of her classmates and destroying anything that gets in her way. The aura Wednesday emitted made everyone steer clear of her. Unfortunately, for everyone around Wednesday, you were nowhere to be found. It wasn't even lunch yet, and this day could not get any worse. But somehow it did.

Wednesday sat in her usual spot in the classroom, an empty seat for you to her right. It's the first class of the day she had with you, as ashamed as she is to admit it, she looked forward to seeing you. Wednesday looked forward to the gentle touches under the table, the small smiles you sent her, the small doodles in her notebook that she swears she'll get rid of but never does. She sat waiting for you, looking at the door expectantly. Her attention is diverted when the chair next to her scrapes unpleasantly against the floor, something you never did. Wednesday tenses, it's not you.

She turned to look at whoever was brave enough to not only sit next to her, but also take your spot, and found Xavier. Her eyes narrowed at him before she spoke, "What are you doing?" her voice sharp.

"Taking an open seat, what’s it look like?" he shoots back, seemingly also in a broody mood.

Before she could tell him to move the bell rang, and she saw a small victory smirk on his face causing her grip on her pencil to tighten. Wednesday was going to kill him. She turned to scan the room, hoping to find a glimpse of you. She didn't see you, nothing in the room resembled you.

Wednesday turned to Enid, who sat across the room, and stared at her until she understood what the question was. Enid responded with a shrug and mouthing 'I don't know' before turning her attention to the teacher. Where are you?

Wednesday couldn't focus. Xavier's pencil was scraping against his sketchbook too loud, he kept trying to talk to her, and her hands felt cold. You aren't there to absentmindedly draw figures on the back of her hands, she didn't think before she whispered, "Xavier, I'm going to cut out your tongue and feed it to vultures if you don't shut up."

That managed to get him to stop talking to her, instead mumbling to himself about her attitude. The sound of his pencil moving along his sketchbook sounded like nails on a chalkboard, something she would normally ignore, but the sound is too loud for Wednesday. She was on the verge of breaking every single one of his fingers, burning his 'precious' sketchbook, and snapping all of his pencils in half. Now that Xavier stopped talking to her she could hear everyone else, whispering like their conversations are a secret. It made Wednesday clench her jaw and ball her hands into fists, she was mere moments away from cutting everyone's tongue out so she could have some silence.

The bell rang sometime later, signaling the time for her free period. Wednesday immediately gathered her things and stood up, she needed to find you. She was out the door before anyone else, walking swiftly through the halls to where you frequented during your free period. Maybe you're already there. Maybe you're waiting for her.

Her thoughts and strides are cut short when someone calls her name and puts a hand on her shoulder. Yes, Wednesday is going to kill someone today. She turns to find Xavier again, "You must have a death wish," she told him, voice wrapped in displeasure.

"Very funny, Wednesday. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he inquired, unintentionally antagonizing her.

"That's none of your concern," she replied through gritted teeth, her fingers twitching to wrap around his neck and squeeze the life out of him.

"It kind of is when you ran off before you answered my question," he replies, eyebrows pinched and voice taut with anger.

"Xavier, I do not care about any of your brainless questions. I have somewhere I need to be." She retorts voice laced with venom. She turns and starts walking again only to be stopped again,

"Seriously dude? I just need you to answer one question. What's got you in such a bad mood today, jeez." he's even more irritated now.

The hall is deserted, Wednesday noted. She could kill him now and dispose of the body before anyone noticed either of them are gone. Xavier hardly contributes anything to the school, no one would notice he's missing. Nevermore would be better off without his 'tortured artist' act anyway. If anyone says anything I can just kill them too. I just need to grab my knife and I can dispose of him. If I kidnap him, I could torture him for as long as I want. Try out those torture techniques I learned.

She fixes him with her deadliest glare and in a most threatening voice, "Listen to me carefully, I'm going to make your death the most painful one imaginable and you're going to wish-" she pauses when she feels a familiar weight on her shoulder.

A warmth graces the left side of her body, one that she's grown fond of over a short period. It seems her body just knows it's you without having to look. Wednesday relaxes under your touch almost immediately, all thoughts of murder and Xavier leave her head.

She turns to find your hand resting comfortably on her shoulder, a small smile on your lips. Parts of your face are covered in dirt and you have some small scratches. You're close enough to be in her personal space, but it's still not close enough; not when she's been without you practically all day, but she won't tell you that. In lieu, she'll act angry.

She steps closer to you, eyes losing their murderous gleam, "Where have you been?"

"oh, haha, just around," you reply vaguely, voice soft and tired.

It's not enough, Wednesday decides. Grabbing your hand and dragging you somewhere you're unaware of. You two could hear Xavier yelling something in the background but neither of you care enough to listen to what he had to say.

The only thing on either of your minds is the warmth of the others hand. Neither of you would say anything, but it's pleasant.

Both of you end up in Wednesday's dorm, it's empty since Enid is probably hanging out with some of her friends and Thing is probably trying to steal lotion from the nurses. She sits you down at her desk and grabs her first aid kit, a bottle of water, and some napkins.

"Why weren't you in class earlier?" she asks, breaking the comfortable silence while gently wiping the dirt from your face.

"I was running around in the woods," you reply.

"Why is that a reason to not attend class?" she inquired, wanting to know what was more important than sitting next to her in class.

You don’t reply, there wasn't a specific reason why you were out there. Just wanting to enjoy the nice weather before it got ridiculously cold again.

Wednesday sighs, somewhat miffed by your lack of response, before kneeling down between your legs and taking a dirtied hand in hers. Reaching for the antiseptic,

"How you manage to get so many cuts and bruises is astounding," she says softly as if she's actually amazed.

"you think so?" you ask just as softly.

She merely hums in response, focusing back on your hands. She's thinking about what to say to you. She wants to lecture you about missing class and leaving her by herself with those heathens she calls classmates. Still, you look content. She doesn't want to be the reason that look is ripped from your face.

You don’t flinch when the antiseptic is applied, too focused on Wednesday's face. She appears to be lost in thought, you can't blame her. You hadn't seen her since dinner yesterday, you just wanted to be with her.

It slightly startled you when her eyes met yours, looking down at your hands to realize their clean and patched up. Wednesday is taking in every detail of your face, now all cleaned and patched up by her hands; the thought makes a smile ghost over her face.

The close proximity and the way she's looking at you make your cheeks heat up. Her eyes burning trails on your skin, she's not shy about it either. The heat is spreading all over your body, unconfined to just your cheeks and the tips of your ears. You want to look away, but you can't tear your eyes from her either.

"Don't skip the classes we share," she said, breaking the silence but not breaking eye contact.

"I'm sorry?" your brain is still slightly distracted by her.

"You and I share a couple of classes. Do not skip them again," she said evenly.

"It bothered you that much?" you ask innocently.

"If you want to leave me with those brainless imbeciles, I don’t blame you. I don’t want to be in the same general area as them either. However, it's not a good idea to skip class—"

You stopped listening, your brain is too occupied by how pretty she looks and how close she is. You're aware she's going on a rant and it probably would be a good idea to listen, even if she's just saying unkind things about your classmates, but she hasn't stood up. She's still kneeling between your legs, your hands are still interlocked and your brain is short-circuiting.

You can't help yourself, you lean forward and connect your lips. It's soft and something you wish you could feel every waking moment. This kiss is just as memorable as the first. You pull away quickly, realizing you cut her off. You blink rapidly, trying to regain composure and some coherent thoughts, she does the same. Wednesday forgot what she was scolding you for. Her thoughts are now completely on you.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to-"

"Again." she cuts you off. You blink owlishly at her, still not completely caught up with everything. She repeats,

"Do that again," you comply this time. Lips moving graciously against one another as if they were made to do this. Your hands find their place on her jaw and the back of her neck, pulling her closer to you. Her hands lightly grab your arms, forbidding you from pulling them away.

Neither of you is sure what time it is, not that either of you cares. Not wanting to leave the others to embrace, no longer caring for class. You pull away after a couple minutes, not wanting things to get too heated when Enid or Thing could come back at any moment. You connect your foreheads and close your eyes, trying to gain control of your breathing.

She looks at you fondly, eyes soft in a way no one but you will get to see. Her admiring is cut short by you, "Take a nap with me?" you ask.

Wednesday mumbles rejections while standing to grab you clean and comfortable clothes. You smile at her, knowing she could never say no to you. After changing she all but pulls you into her bed. She links your pinkies together and covers both of you with her black sheet. Wednesday doesn't have time to think about how her day went before sleep takes over.

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Enid walks in an hour later to find you two in bed together. She feels brave enough to snap a quick picture to send to you later. She sees your eyes open and looks at her, she mouths a 'thank you' with a large bowing motion. You sleepily smile at her and give her a thumbs up before she quietly rushes out of the room, hoping not to wake her roommate. Yeah, you really do work like a charm.

tags:@alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638

#wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe

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russellsppttemplates · 9 months

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How bad is it? (Lance Stroll)

Lance is there to help you through another time of the month

Note: english is not my first language. I'm trying to include Lance a little bit more in my blog (if you have any Lance account recommendations, let me know!), so I hope you enjoy this piece as this was a very self indulgent piece, also with the help of three lovely anons (thank you so much for sending the asks in (I choose not to share them as they could be a bit more personal for you))! This is also the second smutty piece I write, as I don't write many because while I love to read them, I don't think I write them that well, but this one just had to be it because it is really relatable and it's also part of it all!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: reader's period (mentions bleeding, cramps, pains), smut (period sex)

"Are you and Lance doing anything this weekend?", Chloe asked, sipping her coffee while you stirred your tea, "yes, we are both taking Friday off so we can have a long weekend with the bank holiday on Monday. I think he has some things planned, nothing too structured and rather just for us to spend some time together", you smiled, tapping your spoon on the edge of the cup before taking a sip, hoping the warm drink would help you settle your stomach after another dinner with the Strolls where you had a variety of food so wide you're sure you were not the only one who didn't know half of the names of all the foods you had.

When you got home later that night, you got ready for bed, sitting carefully on the bed after putting two of the decorative pillows by your feet so you could prop them up, "are your legs feeling tired?", Lance inquired as he walked out of the ensuite, dress in his sleeping shorts after he also got ready for bed, "a little bit, it was probably the heels I wore today", you noted, opening your arms so you could cuddle and nuzzle your face in Lance's neck, kissing his soft skin, "Good night, sweetheart, sleep tight", he mumbled, kissing the top of your head.

Waking up the next morning was not the experience you or Lance had hoped for. Your boyfriend had woken up a little bit earlier so he could get started on breakfast, knowing that he'd have at least a twenty minutes head start before you could notice he was gone from the bed and look for him. On your end, you woke up because of the expected reason, feeling the loss of Lance's body and the heat he provided before you felt the pressure on your lower belly increasing, groaning to cope with it, "please, please, please, not this weekend", you whispered to yourself as you made your way to the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet and confirming that, indeed, your period had arrived. Grabbing your products from the cabinet, you got yourself sorted and then dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Lance's t-shirts before making your way downstairs, smelling what you assumed was pancakes.

Lance was indeed flipping pancakes on the stove, his naked back to you inviting you to curl up against him, making you clear your throat in hopes of not startling him, catching his attention, "I was going to bring this up to the bed", he murmured soflty, turning off the induction stove so the last pancake could finish cooking and then opening his arms to hug you, "Good morning, did you have a good sleep?", Lance said after he kissed your forehead, "Good morning, handsome. I was fine until I woke up and mother nature decided it was time for me to feel like I have a baby dinosaur eating my uterus for breakfast", you groaned, finding some comfort on the warmth radiating off of Lance's skin, "from 1 to 10, how bad is it, my love?", he asked, earning a mumbled "7" from you before your face cringed, "is it the smell of the pancakes?", your boyfriend questioned again, moving the plate away from you once you nodded.

Looking at the fridge, you decided that eggs would be the best option, since the smell of your favourite pancakes currently made you nauseous, "I can make them", you reasoned with Lance, "your pancakes are going to get cold, bub", you insisted, your boyfriend easily taking the bowl and fork you were planning to whisk the eggs in away from you, "breakfast was going to be my treat anyhow, but now that you're not feeling your best, I'm keen to continue with it", he smiled, kissing your forehead and shushing you to sit in one of the stools in the kitchen island, stealing glances once in a while.

While Lance ate his chocolaty pancakes, you ate your toast with scrambled eggs, "so, what are the plans for today?", you asked, "you said you wanted to do that trail by the forest, and it looks like it's a good day for i-", you began suggesting, remembering his excitement when he came back from a run and suggested that you would join in someday for a walk along the trail, "Y/N, I was planning on having a weekend cuddled up to you, doing whatever you wanted to do inside, and since your monthly cycle has greeted you earlier, I'm especially not going to suggest, much less take you, to do that trail, okay?", he interrupted you, his hand joining yours on the cold stone counter top, "I know you like the back of my hand, and while I appreciate that you want to do something I liked and suggested we do, I also want to take care of you and let you rest, because I bet the last thing on your mind is putting on leggings and going for a walk outside", he finished his rant, eyes sparkling at your blushing cheeks, "yes, I was hoping you'd want to stay in", you mumbled, puckering your lips so he could kiss them, "this weekend was always going to be about us, so cuddles and kisses it is".

Sitting in the living room sofa, Lance picked out a comedy show you both liked to watch, having spent enough time on it to the point where you know most of the lines already. It was all fine until your boyfriend's hand, that had been rubbing circles on your lower belly, began rubbing wider circles and accidentally touched your boobs, "fuck, Lance!", you hissed, your hand moving to where his was previously, "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!", your nervous boyfriend scrambled, "they're very sensitive, more so than usual", you explained, trying to soften the concerned crease on his forehead, "I know they look good, but you might have to stay away from them for a little bit", you teased him, relief overcoming you when you finally saw him smile.

After havin lunch, you felt good enough yo help Lance tidy the kitchen, despite his initial concern that it would make your back pain and cramps worse. You were putting the last plates on the cabinet when you felt the first cramp since earlier in the morning, slowly getting back up and resting your hands on the counter top, trying to soothe the pressure by rocking your hips on slow circles, "Are you okay, sweetheart?", Lance asked when he saw you, putting the table cloth in its designated drawer and approaching you, his hands on your hips, "My cramps have started again", you groaned, turning around so you could steal a cuddle from Lance, supporting your chin on his sternum and looking up at him, "how bad is it?", he asked, "about a seven, eight maybe, they're picking up", you mumbled, "is there anything I can do for you?", he questioned, "some cuddles would be nice right now", you suggested, pushing him to your shared bedroom.

Even though you had to get up a few times to use the bathroom since your flow was always heavier around the first few days, the cuddles and the nap you took helped distract you from the uncomfortable pressure on your tummy that had been building up.

"Do you have your products or do I have to pop to the store?", he asked gently, "I have enough, thank you. I stocker up last month", you reasoned, "but I was wondering if we have everything to make a carbonara? I just remembered it exists and now I can't stop thinking about it", you blushed. "I saw them all this morning, I think we do, yes. So, no sweet cravings this month?", he pointed out, "so far, no. At least I didn't steal your pancakes and you can't blame me for making you eat sugary things this month", you winked, "I did that once! The rest of the times I have mastered the art of hiding it from the nutrition team!".

By the end of the night, you were back in bed, tummy full of good food and waiting for Lance to come up and joing you, "I warmed this up", Lance announced as he walked inside the bedroom room, your wheatbag on his arm while he carried a tray with some water and snacks on it, "I also have some meds here in case it doesn't help", putting the wooden board on top of your nightstand and sitting beside you, "I thought I was out of them", you looked at the box, "I noticed you were running out and bought another box when I came back from the factory the other day, just forgot it in my car", he explained.

Opening your arms, you managed to just about lace them around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours so you could kiss him everywhere your lips could reach, "thank you, my love. I would've been miserable if I didn't have you here today", you pushed him to be closer to you, cuddling once again in his chest while he ran his hand along your back, often kissing the top of your head.

When Lance noticed you were falling asleep, he tapped your arm so he could have a little bit of your attention, "I know the bag is still warm, but if at any point it stops working, the tray has your meds, some water and snacks of it gets too much during the night, okay? And wake me up if you need anything", he tutted, earning a nod of confirmation from you and then a kiss to his naked chest.

Waking up was a slightly better experience that it had been the morning before, feeling Lance's body heat against your own, the wheatbag long forgotten on the floor. Somewhere around three in the morning, you had to wake up to change your pad and take one of the pills with Lance's help, since you couldn't help the lightheaded feeling that overcame you, "I'm sorry you feel like this, gorgeous. But I'm here for whatever you need", he comforted.

Laying with your back to Lance's chest, it was not difficult to figure out that you were in fact feeling his morning wood. Unlike last month, where you wouldn't allow Lance to even touch your tummy without you having a shirt on because you just didn't feel that great and felt a tad bit gross, this time around you were turned on by it. Wiggling closer to him, you turned yourself around so you could face him, kissing his neck in hopes of slowly waking him up, "to what do I owe the pleasure of being waken up like this?", your boyfriend's croaky morning voice rasped, his hands coming to hold your waist as pulling you impossibly closer to him, "I woke up to this", you palmed his erection through his sleeping shorts, "and I have my very handsome and amazingly wonderful boyfriend right next to me in bed", you carried on, hands feeling the muscles contract on his abdomen, "and I'm a bit horny too, all these hormones are making me very needy", you gulped, finishing with a kiss to Lance's throat.

Moving his hand under your pyjama top, Lance continued to nip kisses anywhere he could, "do you want to keep this here?", he asked, pulling his face away enough so you could look at eachother in the eye, "can we move this to the shower? It will be less messy", you suggested, your boyfriend not allowing any of the embarrassment features that framed your face stay any longer, nodding and kissing your lips passionately before he took you to the en suite, turning on the shower while you sorted yourself out from the night before, helping you take off your clothes so you could both get inside.

The warm water was helping your bodies loosen up, hands roaming on the other's body, feeling and leaving caresses as his fingers travelled to your hips, one hand holding you in place against the cold tiled wall as his hand moved to touch your clit, "Would you like me to play with your boobs too? Or are they still to sensitive?", your boyfriend asked lovingly, his hand that was holding you in place now free and caressing the side of your chest, "they hurt still", you mumbled, enjoyed the way his fingers danced on your skin.

Lance hummer against your throat, enjoying how you were squirming under his small and simple touches. His fingers returned back to your waistline, rubbing your soft tummy in circles before dipping them further down, quickly finding your clit, making you gasp. By now, every little touch and feel of him was turning you on, the smallest touches bringing your nerve endings to erupt like fireworks. His touches were soft but skilled, leading you to arch your back from the wall, your sensitive nipples grazing Lance's skin, earning an hiss and a whisper from Lance, "careful, bub, dont do anything that can hurt you", he whispered, moving a hand to soothe the sharp pain. Whimpers left your mouth while you felt your tummy tightening, the pressure increasing, “you're doing so well, Y/N”, Lance muttered against your neck, smirking against the skin while you only concentrated on his fingers. You were so close already, clit twitching under his touch from his touches, combining the right amount of pressure and flicks, the small circles and the feel of his hands on your torso bringing you closer as your legs bent slightly.

"Are you close, Y/N?", he asked, seeing you were out of breath, and the way your body was reacting was enough for him to know your answer, "it's okay, my love, you can let go. I've got you", he whispered on your ear, your moans delicious in his own before you let go. You allowed your fingers to hold onto his strong neck when you couldn't trust your legs to hold you up given the knot in your stomach that was starting to unravel. Your boyfriend's name spilled out of your mouth like a mantra, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the orgasm's intensity. You tried your best to gain your breath back, feeling Lance kiss your shoulders and neck, "are you okay?", he questioned, his hand that was not supporting your legs moved forward caress your back, "yeah", you managed to croak out, smiling against his skin when you heard yourself.

As your eyes fluttered open, you turned to look at Lance, seeing him smile while his eyes were wide, making you place a kiss on his lips, "it was so good, Lance, so good", you whispered like it was a secret you wanted to keep between you two. Forcing your legs to the floor, you regained control over your body, seeing Lance switch the shower from its top part to the detachable head, "you want me to?", he gestured to the running water, earning a small nod from your. The water felt amazing against your skin, holding Lance's hand so he could allow you to run water along where his hands just were, not expecting the area to be so sensitive still, another hiss leaving your lips followed by a mewled moan, "still sensitive?", he joked making you swat his chest, "c'mon, let me wash your hair", he tried his best to divert your attention away from his aching cock, "I want to make you feel good, too", you tempted, your hand travelling down from his belly button, "if you want to, though. If you think it's too gross or you don't want to, it's fine, I'm sorry I eve-", you were interrupted by a breathtaking kiss, only splitting so you could breathe, "Y/N, there isn't a moment in which I don't want to be inside you or having you wrapped around me, so if you're up to it, I'm all in", he smirked, "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable with it", he finished, holding your hand in his and kissing your knuckles one by one.

Smiling, you hoisted your leg up on his hip, his own hand holding your leg in place while his other guided himself to your entrance, “if at any point you don't feel good or it hurts, yiu tell me, okay?", Lance mumbled against your shoulder, warming you up before he thrusted his hips up, sinking his cock into you. Sex with Lance was always amazing, but maybe it was your increased sensitivity, the moans and gasp you let out indicating it. From being in your period and your previous orgasm, everything felt better, stronger, deeper. You could feel every every vein of his cock sliding against your walls as he slid in inch for inch, slowly and pleasurably, “I love you so much, Y/N”, Lance moaned as he bottomed you out, making you tap his shoulder impatiently, wanting to feel him filling you up again and again, moans leaving your mouths as he began to move in a slow pace.

“It feels so good, my love, you're so tight for me”, Lance moraned, increasing the speed of his thrusts, and sending bolts of pleasure through your entire body.

His hand looked for yours, pinning it against the tiled wall, and when he felt your leg drop down, a sign that you were no longer to keep it up on your own, Lance hoisted you up completely, helping lace your legs on his hips, his movements feeling even better as they touched the particular spot inside you that made you see stars, "it's better this way", you whimpered, letting him know he could carry on.

He hummed as your lips met, your arms wrapping around his back safely and holding him closer to you as you felt yourself nearing climax again. Lance was nearly there too, his breathing uneven, thrusts growing sloppy and a little less precise, “are you going to cum for me, beautiful?”, he asked, pulling back from your lips only slightly.

You mumbled an affirmative answer, followed by a moan that confirmed Lance's suspicions, and with one last thrust, you came again, feeling Lance's own release as he groaned against your neck, mumbles of praises your name leaving his mouth.

You stayed like that for a while until Lance tapped your thigh, silently asking you if you were okay to stand on your own feet, making you drop to stand, still rubbing circles on his back, enjoying the closeness of his body to yours, feeling his kisses on your skin.

"I'm going to grab the shower head and I'm going to point it to the area between us, okay?", you asked, earning a nod from your boyfriend who managed to get it to you, turning on the water so the whole situation that had happened could just flush down the drain, "Oh, you're squeezing me so well, fuck, Y/N", he said, "I thought you'd be more sensitive", he reasoned, making you blush, "I am, but I'm also aware that this area probably looks like a murder zone and the less we see of that, the better", you reasoned back, chuckling when Lance kept looking into your eyes, "best look at you then. Luckily, it's something I could do forever", he smirked.

"There, see? All good, my love", Lance said once only clear water was running to thw drain, "how bad is it?", he asked, craddling your face with his hand. Smiling, you hugged your boyfriend once more, resting your chin in his sternum and looking up at him, "almost zero", you kissed his jaw, "I love you, Lance. Thank you", you said, your boyfriend shaking his head, "you don't need to thank me, okay? It's bad enough you have to go through the pain, it's my job to do the best that I can to help you with it", he mumbled, kissing your lips before grabbing your shampoo bottle, turning around so he could start washing your hair.

"I feel a lot better now, do you still want to go on that walk?", you questioned Lance while you towell dried your hair in front of the mirror in your shared bedroom. Chuckling, Lance approached you, hugging your from your back and rubbing circles on your tummy. You seemed to have not forgotten that he wanted to go on that walk, but he also noticed that even going up the stairs tired you out, "I've seen how much you struggle with going up the stairs", Lance reasoned despite your insistence to do something for him and that he wanted to do, owning up to it, "I feel like I have elephant legs all of a sudden, it's like I'm carrying a baby elephant on each of my knees", you mumbled, "so why don't I give you a massage? Henry sometimes helps me when I have restless legs", he forwarded, "I promise I'll do my best", your boyfriend suggested, making you take off your leggings and lay on the mattress while he got your favourite body oil.

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col-islander43 · 11 months

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Haircut

Mat Barzal x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: {1,033}

"No, you're not." was your immediate response after Mat walked into your shared bedroom, claiming he was getting a haircut.

He stopped in his tracks, his brows drew together, and a pout formed on his lips as he stared at you in confusion. Trying to keep it together, you asked "What's wrong?"

Shaking his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he continued walking toward the bathroom "Nothing. My mom said the same thing when I told her I was getting my hair cut. It's just a bit creepy."

Joining him in the bathroom, you sat on the counter as he got out everything he needed to shave, he liked doing it the traditional way. There wasn't much to shave, just a bit of stubble, but he got used to having his face clean-shaven. So against your wishes, he was going to shave, you loved his facial hair and you were open about it.

"How about you sleep on it and make a decison tomorrow?" you bit your lip to suppress your smile when he gave you the same look from before as he applied shaving cream to his face.

"Babe, I already decided. I'm getting my hair cut on Friday I just have to make the appointment." Stepping in between your legs he handed you the razor, knowing you loved helping him shave even if you loved his facial hair more.

You had until Friday to convince him to not cut his hair since today was Tuesday "It's not fair, you know? You shave your beard, and you'll cut your hair which by the way didn't grow that much, what am I supposed to look forward too?" the teasing tone lacing your voice seemed to escape your boyfriend as he stared at you with his mouth wide open.

"You did not just say that!" his disbelieving tone and facial expression made laughter burst out of your mouth, hiding your face in his chest, careful to avoid the shaving cream.

You placed a couple of pecks on his exposed collarbone before looking up at him again "I'm kidding, love. I find it unfair because when I cut my hair you throw a fit for days."

"That's diff-" he cut off his sentence when you leveled him with a look that spoke for you. "Ok. I can't promise that my decison will change, but I'll sleep on it, only because you asked. Now give me a kiss, I'm getting touch starved."

You were about to protest, but before you could get the words out he had given you a peck on the lips which resulted in shaving cream covering small parts of your face.

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Laying on your side you watched the sun shining through the blinds, gently caressing Mat's face and highlighting all his features that you loved. Like every morning, you softly traced all his features with your thumb, the other hand raking through his hair, careful not to wake him up.

"I think you've memorized my whole face, you probably already had it memorized the first week you stayed over." His gruff morning voice startled you even if he was whispering.

"I'm sorry if I woke you." You slowly retracted your hands, placing them on his chest but Mat wasn't pleased with that decision. He pulled you closer, shaking his head as he placed your hands in their previous positions.

"You didn't wake me, but I'll get upset if you stop all the caressing. I'm feeling loved." The boyish grin that took over his face told you he was teasing you, but you continued your caressing because you liked doing it.

"You are loved. I love you. And I'll tell you every chance I get. Also, if you really want to get a haircut I'll suck it up and accept it, but your mom said she'll disown you." your voice was slightly above a whisper as he opened his eyes, confusion taking over his features.

"I love you too, but when did you talk to my mom?"

You chuckled when his lips formed into a pout, pecking his lips you caressed his brow "Yesterday. After you called her and went to the store to buy the cookies you claim are for me but eat your weight in. She sounded desperate and I can't blame her."

His jaw dropped as he softly pinched your waist "What's that supposed to mean?! Also they are good cookies."

You shrugged your shoulders trying to come up with a good answer "Baby, you're pretty, you're gorgeous, you're handsome just the way you are. You don't need a haircut."

He kissed your forehead as a way of thanking you before quickly pulling back "Hey! Don't avoid the question."

"I'm not avoiding the question." You definitely were "You don't need a haircut, it's a decent length." you gently pulled a couple of strands before pecking his lips "Especially after what happened last time." you murmured under your breath.

"What did you say? Speak up, sweetheart." He said the words in a low voice, the smirk on his face revealing he heard you loud and clear.

"Nothing." You looked down avoiding his gaze, but that didn't last long because he placed his finger under your chin lifting your gaze. He shook his head telling you he wasn't going to let this go.

"Speak up, baby."

His words made you squirm slightly, he knew exactly what he was doing "I said, especially after what happened last time. We're both a bit scared, babe. You said you were going to trim the ends and then you came back bald."

He burst out laughing, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him so you could lay on his chest "I wasn't bald."

You hid your face in the crook of his neck as your face slightly reddened "There's a difference between trimming the ends and getting a buzz cut. If you really want to get a hair cut I can trim your ends."

He pulled away slightly, his brows drawn together "You can do that? Why don't I know this?"

"I can trim ends I have done it before. And you never asked."

"We have been together for 2 years, how can I not know that?"

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Hi, Hi. School finished a couple of weeks ago so I'll try and post more.

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wandafiction · 2 months

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Love Language - Just Us Chapter 22

Warnings 18+: Smut, Oral (Reader Receiving), Fingering (Reader Receiving), Praise kink.

Word Count: 2497

Series List | Chapter 21 | Chapter 23

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Slowly, my eyes flutter open my hand searching for the extra body in bed but I can't find one. I lift my head to look around the bed and I can't see Wanda, she must have let me sleep in. I turn to grab my phone from the bedside table pressing the home button to bring up the time. 10 o'clock, that's a wonderful lay in, I smile to myself when I hear the faint noise of Wanda humming to herself as she makes her way back towards the bedroom. The door creaks open, Wanda using her foot to open the door a smile growing on her face when she sees me shuffling to wake up and wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"What's this princess?' I ask as she places a tray with a plate of pancakes onto the bedside table while I situate myself to sit up against the headboard.

"This, dorogoy, is breakfast in bed. You were sound asleep when I woke up so decided to surprise you and also let you get some more sleep." I make grabby hands and she holds out her hands, letting me guide her to sit on her calves, her legs either side of mine.

"Well it is a lovely surprise, thank you princess and thank you for letting me sleep in. I can't remember the last time I slept past 8." Wanda leans forward to peck me on the cheek and I pout slightly.

"You have morning breath, so after pancakes and clean teeth you can get a proper kisses." She leans to her left to grab the tray, placing it on my lap and handing me the cutlery.

Wanda climbs off of my legs and plonks herself next to me against the headboard. I take a deep breath taking in the fresh scent of strawberries, I love that she smells of strawberries. I cut up my pancakes into bite size pieces, placing the knife on the tray and using my free hand to hold onto Wanda's while my other feeds me pancakes. She moves our joined hands into her lap and starts playing with my fingers as we eat in silence.

"I want you to meet some of my friends." Wanda says out of nowhere, but also calming to make sure I don't freak out.

"Okay, when would you like me to meet them? And which 'them' are they?" I take another bite of pancake as Wanda continues fiddling with my fingers.

"Just Nat, Lena and Sharon." She shrugs nonchalantly. "They are planning to come for a girls night tonight, just to drink, movies and as you said the first time I met you dramaaaa."

"What's the date today?"

"18th, why?" She grabs the fork from my hand, stealing a bit of pancake before passing the fork back so I can continue eating.

"Just making sure I don't have anything planned today." I say as I look at my mental calendar. "No, nothing planned. I'm free to meet your friends. Do they know how we met?"

"They do, they know we have been seeing each other this past week. It's crazy to think we only met last week."

"Friday 10th to be exact."

"Mhmm, they want to meet you."

"And I want to meet them. I am fully prepared for the 'you hurt her we kill you' talk." Me and Wanda both laugh.

"Well I think I told you that Lena and Nat are sisters, but they are both Russian so can be intense sometimes. Nat you can't really tell as she hides her accent like me, but Lena doesn't hide her Russian heritage. Sharon is more down to earth, still protective, but very relaxed."

"Well I will give myself a prep talk in the bathroom before they get here."

"That might be your best chance to survive honestly." I take the last bite of the pancake, placing the tray down on the bedside table next to me wrapping my left arm around Wanda's shoulders letting my hand hang against her left arm as I pull her close.

She shifts her legs so they rest over mine, her right hand coming to hold my left hand that was hanging against her arm and is now gently pressed against her elbow. Her other hand picks at some loose thread on her shirt. Her head rests against the inside of my arm close to my shoulder as we just enjoy the quiet that surrounds us.

"I've missed this." Wanda mumbles out like she is afraid of what I would say.

"You've missed what princess?" I bring my lips to the crown of her head pecking it a few times before resting my chin on it to let her speak.

"Just the holding, the comfort. Just moments like these. I didn't know so much calm could take up a morning, or a night." She shrugs, struggling to tell me her thoughts.

"Were your mornings ever like this with vision?" Wanda tilts her head up to look at me as I ask the question.

"Uh, no." She brings her hand that was playing with her shirt to her mouth as she starts biting her nails, something I have noticed she does when she is nervous about something. I use my free hand to take it out and hold them in our laps allowing her to play with my fingers. "He was always up early and home late for work."

"I only ask because I think I have an idea why you like it so much."

"And what is your conclusion?" I move my chin from the top of her head and in front of hers so I can give her 100% of my attention.

"I believe that your love language, or at least one of them, is touch. You like to be cuddled, held, or just holding someone yourself. You relish in skin on skin contact and you like the warmth of another person's body. However, I also believe you are touched deprived. So you have not had this sort of touch in a very long time, not in the way you need or want it." I remove my hand from hers using it to lift up her chin so our lips can be in a small but meaningful kiss. "So you can hold me as much as you want Wanda because touch is one of the best love languages there are."

"Wow. Did you steal that from some book or something?" She laughs out but I gently shake my head giving her another peck.

"No I just know because touch is one of my love languages too. Well technically there are 5 solid love languages but not every relationship has them all, because every relationship is different. And touch is a big one. I love skin on skin contact. Just the simple gesture of drawing random shapes anywhere on my body, will get me to melt at your touch. For you, you seem to like quick kisses but also when I weave my hands through your hair and scratch at your scalp." I move my hand from her chin up to her hair where I slowly weave my hand through it. When I get to the crown of her hand I gently scratch at her skin and I feel her sink more into me and let out a small sigh.

"See you like scalp scratches a lot." Wanda simply nods as I continue to scratch gently at her scalp.

"It is such a nice feeling, please don't stop, just a little bit longer." Wanda speaks after a few minutes of silence and as requested I continue to scratch at her scalp as we both just sit quietly enjoying the moment.

After about 10 minutes of silent scalp scratches I pull my hand away, a small whine coming from Wanda as I lift her chin.

"If I am to meet you friends, I must at least put in the effort to look somewhat decent."

"Do you need to go back to the penthouse?" Wanda pouts as she speaks.

"I do princess. But my sister has gone back to her wife so you can come with me if you so please."

"I do." Her pout turns into a childish smile as she starts to shift off of me so we can both get ready to start the day.

Wanda disappears into her ensuite so I decide to get my clothes from yesterday back on while she is in there. As I am taking off the t-shirt I hear the door to the ensuite open and Wanda's feet padding along the floor of the bedroom. I feel her wrap her arms around my torso, her lips against my back giving the scar on my spine a few kisses before she spins me around. Her eyes drop to breasts, I smirk as I use my finger and thumb to lift her chin.

"My eyes are up here baby girl." Her feet shift underneath her as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth; and her eyes drop back down to look at my naked torso.

Wanda looks down and starts to trail kisses to my collar bone. She nips at the bone, scraping her teeth along the skin, soothing with her tongue before moving slowly across to the other collar bone leaving kisses across my chest. She looks up at me through her eyelashes as she gives my other collar bone small nips leaving a mark before soothing the area. I sigh out as I feel her tongue move down from my collar bone to my breast, swirling her tongue around my nipple until it stiffens. Wanda moves her mouth to the side of my breast sucking at the skin leaving another mark on my body, before moving across to my other breast. I weave my hand through her hair as she starts to twirl my nipple with her tongue, gripping it tightly, pulling her head back to look at me. Wanda moans up at me as I pull her hair again, her back arching so her body connects with mine.

"What are you doing baby girl?" Her eyes flutter at the name, looking back up at me with lust filled eyes.

"I want to make you feel good." Her hands come to rest on my hips as her thumbs start to rub at the thin skin just under the hem of my shorts. She proceeds to pull them down, allowing them to pool at my feet, as she bends down to get between my legs.

"Are you sure?" I want to make sure she wants to do this, because we may have had sex but she has only used her fingers and never her mouth. It didn't bother me, especially because this is all new to her, so I never brought it up.

"I want to taste you." I bunch her hair in my hand as we look at each other. "Can I taste you?"

"Go ahead baby girl, but let me just move so I can lean against something." I let go of her hair as I move a couple steps back to lean against the chest of draws in her room, Wanda stayed kneeling in the same spot. "You going to be a good girl and make me feel good?"

With that Wanda crawls the few paces along the floor, her eyes never leaving my face. Holy shit, now that was fucking hot. Her hands slide from the floor in front of me over my feet to my ankles, before she slides them up to my calves squeezing every now and again earning small sighs from me. I'm watching her every move while she watches my reactions. Her hands move to the backs on my knees before sliding up to the middle of my thighs. She grips them lightly as she brings her body closer to my legs once again, kneeling up so her face is in front of my core, but her gaze never falters from looking at my face. Not once. As she moves her face closer her hands move up to my butt groping it lightly, before she uses it to move me closer to her.

Wanda's gaze finally drops down to look at my core, her hands squeezing my butt as she does so. She grabs my left leg putting it over her shoulder so she can get more access, I feel myself getting wetter at the sight below me. While one hand is in her hair gripping it tightly, my other is holding me in place against the chest of draws. She brings her face up to my core and I feel her tongue lick a stripe through my folds. I release a small moan as she does it again, which seems to give her the confidence she needs to let her tongue find my clit. My grip in her hair tightens, pulling slightly when she flicks at my clit; Wanda moans at my actions and I feel the vibrations move through my whole body causing me to gasp.

Liking the reactions she is getting she continues, now swirling the bundle of nerves with her tongue more as more moans escape with no filter. One of her hands that was on my butt moves around to my front before it makes its way down to my core. She slides one finger into my entrance and starts pumping at a steady pace, as her tongue continues the swirling movements against my clit. I throw my head back a loud moan leaving my mouth as I close my eyes in sheer pleasure. I feel Wanda add another finger increasing her pace inside me. I feel her teeth graze against my clit and a guttural moan leaves my mouth.

"Good fucking girl. You're making me feel so good. I'm so close." Wanda moans at my praise and I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as my high hits me hard.

As I come back down from my high, I feel Wanda cleaning up with her tongue as she removes her fingers. Wanda gently removes my leg from her shoulder as she looks back up at me, and I watch as she brings her fingers to her mouth to clean them both off. I groan at the sight, pulling her gently up by her hair until she is standing against me.

"How was that baby girl?" Her eyes shine as she hums against my chest. "For never having done that before you made me feel so fucking good."

"I can't wait to taste you again." I lean down to give her a passionate kiss and I taste the little bit of me that's left on her lips. I pull away and bring my mouth to her ear.

"Well, you've been such a good girl for me, making me feel good. Good girls get rewards." I hear a small moan from Wanda.

"What's my reward?"

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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years

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good time .̮ෆ.｡๑º

(billy hargrove x f!reader ft. best friend!eddie munson x f!reader)

this is my first time writing something longer and english is not my first language so i'm a little bit scared, but feedback and reblogs are really appreciated!! ♡

words: 2.3k

warnings: mention of smoking weed, alcohol comsumption, fingering, unprotected sex, petnames (baby, doll), dirty talk - let me know if i've missed something

do you know this feeling like everything in your life is just fine? because that's what y/n felt when she woke up one friday morning. she had a job she liked - she was a waitress in a dinner, y/n liked working with people so this job gave her a lot of joy and a lot of opportunities to meet someone new. the other thing she was happy about that one friday morning was her friendship with one and only eddie munson. they were neighbours since they were kids living one trailer next to each other. eddie and y/n had a lot of things in common, but also so much that made them different. people called eddie "the freak" and automatically y/n became "the one who hangs out with the freak". not that she cared about it much, she knew what she's worth and mean comments did nothing to her and her friendship with eddie.

so you can tell that she was grateful for two things - her job and her best friend, not much but it made her morning way better.

she stepped outside her trailer and smiled wide when she saw eddie waiting for her next to his van so both of them can drive to school like almost every morning.

"you are late" eddie commented and opened a door for his best friend when y/n just showed him her middle finger and laughed, he did the same and a few moments later both of them were driving to school listening to music that eddie chose.

"we should go to jenny's party today" y/n said out of nowhere and eddie almost choked on his saliva, they both weren't party goers. that was one of the things they had in common.

"are you crazy? what- where did this idea came from?" munson raised his eyebrow and looked at his friend.

"i don't know, but i know the girl i told you about will be there, i met her at the dinner and trust me, she's 100% your type, eds" y/n said happily "c'mon, this will be fun!"

"fun? when was the last time we were at a party? nobody ever invites us, y/n" he shooked his head "aren't we the freaks or something?"

"we are just cooler than other people" y/n said "so what? you coming with me or not?"

eddie needed a moment to think about it, he was quiet all the way to school and at the parking lot he finally said one simple "i'll come with you"

×××

y/n was excited for this party, maybe because this wasn't her normal way of spending friday evening. she was usually with eddie watching a movie or smoking something or she was at work, but today wasn't her shift so she wanted to make it the best friday night ever.

eddie was the one who knocked at her door first, he was wearing his everyday outfit and y/n laughed a little bit when she saw him.

"are you really wearing your hellfire club shirt?" she asked.

"yeah, that's my signature look! but you've changed a couple of things... new hairstyle? new top? are you trying to impress someone at this party?" eddie was curious, he really was. what the hell happened to his best friend?

"i'm just hoping for a good time" she said with a smile and winked at him. eddie just shooked his head and both of them get to his van to go to jenny's party.

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jenny's house wasn't too far away from the trailer park. y/n and eddie only had a 15 minutes ride - full of metal music, both of them liked it, well, y/n only liked it because of eddie. he forced her to listen to music with him when they were younger, now she likes it almost as much as he does, but all the credits goes to eddie munson. speaking of music he also teached her how to play guitar, but she was bad at this, when eddie was a natural.

when they have arrived at the party there already were a lot of people. the first thing y/n wanted to do was to find a girl she was talking about to eddie. her name was stacy and y/n were sure she and eddie would get along. stacy also was in a band, she played the bass and she also liked fantasy games. she was basically eddie munson but female. it took them some time to find her but when they did eddie was impressed.

"i'll leave you two alone, find me later, eds!" y/n said and went inside the house leaving her friend and stacy alone on the patio. she decided to get something to drink so her next stop was in the kitchen. y/n made herself a drink and looked around. she knew some of the people but some of them were new to her. and there was one particular person moving in her direction with a grin on his lips. billy hargrove. she knew him, there was probably not one single person in hawkins who didn't. one thing - she never really talked to him, except taking his orders at the dinner.

"am i having hallucinations? y/n y/l/n at a party?" he said moving closer to y/n. she just took a sip from her drink.

"maybe you should get used to it" she said and shrugged "it's never too late to change something in your life, right?"

"are you here alone? or with this freak you are friends with?" billy asked "you really should find new friends by the way"

"my friends are none of your business, hargrove" y/n looked at him "don't you have somewhere else to be or some other girl to bother?"

he just laughed. and y/n thought this was a really nice sound and that made her feel weird. billy hargrove is not nice and there is nothing nice about him... but he was good looking. really fucking good looking. something switched in her mind, wasn't she at this party for good time? something about making this the best friday night ever? why not billy helping with this? yes, he was an asshole and he used girls and he probably just wanted to be able to score her out of his list of girls he fucked but was this really a big problem to y/n? no, not tonight.

"i think you want me to bother you" he winked at her and get a little bit closer, at this point y/n wanted to play his game. she jumped on the kitchen counter and looked at him.

"you say so? interesting observation, tell me more about it" she once again took a sip from her drink and then put the empty cup next to her.

"it's your first party in... forever? you are here alone, waiting for somebody to keep you company and something tells me you are looking for something more than just a little conversation" billy said and in a few moments he was standing between y/n's legs, his hands on her thighs. her eyes was on his hands in just a few seconds, then she looked at him again. he was closer. he was so fucking close.

"and in my humble opinion you are looking for another girl for one night and you think you've just found one, don't you?" she grinned and licked her lips.

"what if i did?" he raised his eyebrow "tell me i'm wrong and i'll leave you alone, y/n"

after that she said nothing. she was just looking at him, first her eyes were on his eyes and two seconds later she looked at his lips. he reacted immediately and kissed her. the kiss was passionate and hungry. her hands found their place in his hair keeping his face close to hers. their kiss was more and more wet and full of lust. y/n moaned a little in his lips and billy just growled at this. she was the one who pushed him back a little bit first and he was confused at first and looked at her with a questioning look on his face.

"do you wanna go somewhere more private?" y/n asked and billy was really surprised by her question. he was still looking at her - y/n's hair were a little bit messy from him keeping his hand on her head during the kiss, her lips were more pink than usual and just a bit more swollen. she already looked like a wet dream and he didn't even touched her yet.

billy didn't answer her question, he just took her hand in his. she jumped out of the counter and followed him. they went to the bathroom and billy locked the door behind them. y/n was the first one to kiss him then and this kiss was even more lustful than the previous one. billy's hands were on y/n in a matter of seconds. first on her hips pulling her closer to him then on her ass. she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. she started kissing his neck, but he stopped her really fast. he wanted to kiss her, touch her, to be in charge. just a little bit later his lips were on her neck, she moaned softly and he felt like he was about to explode.

"fuck, never thought you could sound so sweet, baby" he said and then he bit y/n's neck. she nearly screamed. y/n was sure this will leave a mark - billy loved it. he wanted people to see that somebody, no, not somebody - that he had her. he placed her on top of a sink, his lips were on hers once again and his hands started to unbutton her jeans. y/n helped him with that and then she was in front of him just in her peachy top and underwear. she didn't want to wait any longer and unbuttoned his jeans too. when she was doing it billy saw that she was already wet. this cute girl from the dinner? letting him fuck her in some random person's bathroom? he got a little bit lost in his own mind and came back to real world when he heard her voice.

"you going to do something or you want me to fuck you on this floor?" y/n raised her eyebrow waiting for his next move. this left him a little bit shocked and the idea of her riding his dick here was in fact very tempting, but maybe next time? now he touched her through her panties. y/n closed her eyes a little bit and bit her lips. when billy saw this he slapped her cheek, not too hard, but enough for her to feel it. she looked at him with wide eyes.

"look at me and be loud, let me hear you, doll" he growled next to her ear. his fingers slipped inside her underwear and inside her, she was actually really wet. billy cursed when he felt it. y/n grabbed billy's shoulders. she wasn't a virgin but she also wasn't this close with anybody in a long time. "fuck, don't tell me my fingers alone are too much for you" billy said and started moving them faster and faster. at this point y/n was just a mess, she put her head on his shoulder and bit him when she came on his fingers for the first time, he hissed the second he felt her teeth. her breath was loud and uneven. billy moved one step from her and took off his boxers. he grabbed her legs, moved her underwear to the side and next thing y/n knows is his dick inside her, taking the breath away from her lungs completely.

"f-fuck, billy-" y/n moaned loudly, she was wet but still felt like this is too much "slow down, fuck!" she cried a little and pulled on his hair with her fingers.

"c'mon baby, you can take me, you wanted this" he said and moaned too. he was right she wanted this, fuck, she wanted this so bad. and now she had it. billy hargrove pounding in her on the sink in one of her classmates bathroom. making her a walking mess. he knew what he was doing, with a reputation like this he absolutely knew what he was doing. y/n felt she's close again and billy felt that too. she was getting tighter and tighter. he was still moving inside her, he wanted to touch her but she was quicker and started playing with her clit by herself, at this sight he was the one who almost screamd.

"god, you are dirty" he commented and let her play with herself, y/n started mumbling something but billy wasn't sure what, not that he cared. she came again, stronger than before. he still was moving inside her, she was sensitive but all of this felt like heaven. he came a few moments after her second orgasm when he pulled out and ruined her panties. she was still catching her breath when billy started putting his clothes back on. when he was ready he took a package of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one of them. y/n looked at him, she was a bit tired but she couldn't stop thinking about how hot and sexy he looks right now. she took a piece of paper and tried to clean her underwear now covered with billy's cum. when she did that she put her jeans back on and came closer to billy. he was looking at her all the time. she took his cigarette and while staring in his eyes she started smoking, billy licked his lips.

"fuck, baby, stop being so fuckin sexy or next time i see you in that little uniform in the dinner i'll fuck you on the table"

"i'm closing on mondays, don't be late" y/n said and winked at him, then gave him his cigarette and just like that she left the bathroom. billy was still there, standing with his mouht open and she knew she would have a lot of fun just in three days.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #darce montgomery #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x female reader #eddie munson x female reader #best friend!eddie munson

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albedosarmpit · 1 year

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Oof after reading your venti cock rant I AM DOWN BAD my size kink is going FERAL. It's not gonna fit tho like that thing can't go inside me,,,,

if you feel like writing for this, can i please request a smut where Venti and his s/o have sex for the first time and his s/o is like "it's not gonna fit" but he ends up fucking them anyways hfksljdkd (preferably gender neutral reader)

yesyesyesyeysyesy i'd love to- i also wrote an actual story before hand??? this is crazy for me, sorry if it doesnt go exactly as you wanted i think i got carried away idk hdoihsoihv also reader is literally a spaceholder im deserate for venti aoichdsoihvoi sorry if it doesnt make sense and sorry for the rushed ending sodichsoihvos

tags: gn reader, morning sex, morning wood, Venti thinks sex is so normal, ameno powers (i dont know how ameno powers work)

Going out with to the pub with Venti was almost always a bad idea. not only was the invite random, you'd think he would invite you out on fridays or weekdays but no, any day of the week was perfect for him, Other than the random invite you always felt bad leaving Diluc to clean after him.

thankfully, today you were able to join him. somehow, this was the drunkest you've seen Venti, his voice loud and irritating as he stumbled around flirting with almost everyone he sees (as a good bard should) causing Diluc to force the two of you to the attic where he left a spare bed just for this occasion because leaving a cute drunken bard in the streets honestly made Diluc loose sleep.

your arm wrapped around Ventis shoulder, helping him up the stares as he yells down to the other patrons about how he needs to go save the world and how the god of wine needed him to leave, the secondhand embarrassment making your cheeks burn as you finally carried him into the room "w-why are you s-so embarrased?" Venti almost yelled as he fell ontop of you landing on the bed, his hand stroking your cheek, his breath smelling of alcohol as he instantly passed out, you hugged him close to you making sure he was on his side as you made him rest his head on your shoulder.

you wake up just laying there, your head pounding, you couldnt tell what the cause was, a hangover or Ventis constant snoring in your ear, you woke up with him pretty much connected with you, a leg over both of yours and a arm over the top of your chest. this would've been find except you could feel it. something rubbing against you through his tights, you tried to pry away but he wouldnt let you, his eyes opened as he moved a hand to your cheek "5 more minutes? pleasee" Ventis breath stunk of alcohol. you tore his arm off of you and sat their waiting for him to notice the main problem.

Venti didnt say anything but moved his hands up to stretch, letting out a groan as he looked down at his own body, his face red "i-i suppose this is the reason you woke up? there a things even a god cant control im afraid" Venti instantly pushed a blanket off of him and pulled his cock out, the 7 inches instantly making your eyes widen. Venti put his hand at the base and slowly jerked himself off from there, driplets of precum already landing on his clothes "After this we can go back to sleep right?" Venti smiled as he said that. he was pure evil.

you began to get aroused looking at it, seeing him slowly shiver as he put his palm on his tip, Venti looked down to your crotch and smiles "Seems you're enjoying yourself as well, care to join?" Venti put his hand out, the same one he was rubbing his tip with, reached for it, feeling his precum in your own hand as you just watched him continue to jerk off, Venti swirled his hand around and instantly you were floating, Ameno energy swirling around you, taking your clothes off "i suppose we should speed things up" Venti looked at his cock, throbbing in his hand "I am getting pretty desperate~"

Venti smiled again as he moved his hand, forcing you forward onto him, his tip against your hole "V-Venti- thats- i-it wont fit" Venti smiled as he began to hold your right hand with his right hand, his left hand going to your thigh, pushing you down so the tip is inside, the precum acting as lube "come onnn, even i've had bigger" Venti winked as he lowered you down causing you to moan "You do know Morax don't you?" Venti laughed as he got slightly frustrated, forcing you down on his cock entirely, filling you up with his cock causing you to instantly finish causing the god to laugh at you as he came inside of you, cum dripping out of your hole and onto his own cock, he sat you there and made sure you stayed ontop of him, if you were to move the bed would be stained beyond saving. Venti yawned as he closed his eyes, hands wrapping around you as you began to drift off to sleep

#venti smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin venti

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horrorslu7 · 1 year

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"Is that my shirt?" and “i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” with corey please 🤌🏼

Hiii, thank you very much for requesting. I hope you like how this turned out. 💕

Glass.

Summary: Your boyfriend Corey could be a bit possessive, and he made it very clear that he loved when you had something on that showed that you were his, so you decided to tease him a bit by wearing his shirt.

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: Possessiveness, marks kink, pain kink, choking kink(???)

Corey was an interesting person. And one could argue that you think that because he's your boyfriend and you love him but it's not just because of that why you find him interesting.

He was a very versatile guy. He was usually very thoughtful and sweet but he had this kind of "secret" side of him that could be really dominant and also possessive.

You wouldn't say it was to an unhealthy degree though. He could never hurt you. Except for maybe some bruises and marks after having sex but other than that he would never hurt you.

And talking about that, you guys were having some busy weeks recently and didn't have much time left to be intimate in general.

Last night was friday night and you finally had time to go at it. And today it was finally saturday and you had the whole day to yourselves.

You had no complaints about last night whatsoever but you craved more, as per usual. You always wanted more from him.

Surprisingly you woke up before him and after staring at his beautiful face for at least 15 minutes, you got off bed without waking up Corey. Your very horny and machiavelic mind decided on a plan to get him going again as soon as he woke up.

After getting up you took his shirt that ended up on the floor last night and put only that on. After that you took the rest of the clothes and put them away.

You made your way to the kitchen and started cooking and making coffee, you knew damn well that most likely you weren't going to eat and it would get cold but being honest, it was for the theatrics.

While you were taking a couple of waffles out of the waffle maker you heard Corey's footsteps coming into the kitchen.

"Good morning." He said with a still raspy voice and his eyes basically closed, he got to where you were and hugged you from behind laying his head on your shoulder with his eyes still closed.

"Good morning sleepy head." You said with a smile. "How does waffles for breakfast sound?"

"It sounds awesome." He said and finally opened his eyes after leaving a kiss on your neck. Corey looked down and realized what you were wearing. "Is that my shirt?"

"Yeah, it's very comfortable, plus it smells like you." A slight smirk was painted on your lips as you looked back and made eye contact with Corey.

You could swear his already very dark eyes were ten times darker if that was even possible. His cold hands moved to touch your hips under the shirt and he realized that was the only thing you were wearing.

Corey automatically started kissing your neck. "Stop doing that, you're distracting me and I can't make breakfast." You said hoping that he would continue anyways.

"I don't wanna eat breakfast." He said with a breathy voice.

"Then what do you want to do?" Your voice came out a bit more agitated than you were expecting.

He kissed your neck one more time before answering. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you can take it."

He looked at you in the eye waiting for your consent, you smiled and turned off the waffle maker before saying "sounds fine by me" and then kissing him.

You two started making out and he put his hands on the back of your thighs so he could lift you up and push you into the glass window.

His hand layed right where he had left some bruises last night but the pain you felt by his rough hands pressing where the bruises were just turned you on more and got a moan out of you.

You helped him get rid of his underwear and took the opportunity to jerk him off before he penetrated you. Moans and some whimpers slipped past his lips and you could swear those were the prettiest sounds you have heard in your life, you never got tired of hearing them.

While he started to thrust into you, your hands almost involuntarily moved to his neck slightly choking him. That just helped to turn him on even more, between that and the amazing view he had of your neck and chest full of marks, your flushed and slightly sweaty face, your swollen lips and your eyes closed from the pleasure, he could swear he was gonna come any second now.

"Open your eyes." He demanded while thrusting into you harder. "I want you to see who you belong to when I make you come."

His voice was agitated, deep and raspy. He came some minutes after saying that, he still thrusted into you and soon after you came as well.

You two were breathing heavy and you rested your head on his chest. He left a kiss on your head and caressed your legs.

Smiling you looked up at him. "We should go take a shower don't you think?" You said with a slight smirk.

"Sounds fine by me." He said repeating your words from earlier. Still carrying you, he walked to the bathroom.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham #halloween ends #no hate to this person obviously cause i loved the request #but i find it very funny how they just went straight to it LMAO #can i get a please before u treat me like a common whore?

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therealgchu · 1 month

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WIP Wednesday - Surprise To the Shore Snippet!

late post for the day. woke up with a killer migraine, but still went to work. went home when i realized that looking at anything for longer than 5 seconds caused vertigo. came home. so, only been up and at it since 2:30.

i finished the next chapter in To the Shore! but, it won't be published friday, as friday is my 23rd wedding anniversary, and me and the husband are off on a little jaunt. this is the first time we're doing something like this. i'm terribly excited <3. i'll publish it on sunday.

so, today you'll get a sneak peek from the next chapter.

ok, enough of the numbered list. tagging the coemancer crew, as always. you peeps are the best!

branes are funny. Seven Days was begging to be written, and i have about 2/3rds of it done. and, something about working that made some things clearer for To the Shore.

if you want to read the whole thing, it's here on ao3.

if you want to check out Seven Days, it's also here on ao3.

sneak peek incoming!

It took about a week of intermittent work to get the camera in working order. Sam and Barrett helped set up a dark room in the basement of the Lodge, clearing out the spare storage room. Once the work was done, Cora started photographing everything and anything she could find. Walter, once again, was instrumental in assisting her new hobby, as he was her source for acquiring film. He felt it was a good investment as it “recorded Constellation’s endeavors for posterity.”

She had a good eye for composition, but it was quite the learning curve to understand the mechanics of things like aperture speed, film grain, and lenses. And, there was both a craft and an art to developing the film. It was a couple weeks before decent enough photos were produced, for which Cora showed off proudly to the members.

The first batch she showed to her dad, especially one photo of which she was particularly proud of, and thought he’d like. It was of him and Hwa aboard the Razorleaf, with Hwa holding onto his arm and laughing.

“Oh, gum drop,” Sam said, a little choked up, “this is beautiful. My mom used to show me pictures like this. Can I have this?” he asked.

“Of course. I can always make a copy from the negative.”

“Thank you so much,” he whispered to Cora, and hugged her tightly. He let her go, sniffled, and wiped his nose. “I want to get this framed. Have you shown this to Hwa yet?”

“No, I thought you’d like to show it to her.”

Sam smiled widely, “That I would. This is the best gift I think I’ve ever received.” He gave Cora another hug. “Do you know where Hwa is? Is she in her room?”

“No, last I saw her, she was downstairs working on her armor.”

Sam headed down the stairs, two steps at a time, and found Hwa was tinkering with the Mantis helmet, head down and goggles on, soldering servos. He walked over and put his arm around her waist when she stood up. Hwa jumped a little, but calmed when she felt him kiss her neck. “Cora’s first batch of photos are done. I wanted to show this one to you,” he said, and handed her the photograph.

She briefly glanced at it. Her body went rigid and her breathing stopped. She stared at it a couple more seconds, then dropped the picture. She removed his arm from her waist. and without a word, left the basement, leaving Sam flabbergasted.

It took him several seconds to register what happened, it was so unexpected. He picked up the photo and stared at it, trying to see what had affected Hwa negatively. It was just a photo of them on the Razorleaf. He thought he looked kinda goofy, as he was grinning from ear to ear, probably told some terrible dad joke that Hwa loved so much. And, indeed, she was laughing hard, hanging off his arm. There was nothing else in the photo.

He walked back up to see if Hwa went to her room. Finding it empty, he checked the rest of the Lodge. No Hwa. He paused for a minute, and thought about where she would be. He headed to the Waterfall Promenade.

#starfield #sam coe #fanfic #fanfiction #space husband #hwa kim #space cowboy #coemancer #to the shore #spacefarer #the coemancer crew #therealgchu writes

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misschf-aisa · 3 months

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I have an epic tale that is my day yesterday. I think it would be good for me to write it all out as if someone was going to read it, but in a place where it will be lost as soon as I post it. Tumblr is the perfect black hole for this space shot.

I should provide context, but it would only make the story longer and I just don’t have the energy. Okay, maybe a little.

Friday my dad, who is 78, said he’d gotten a voicemail, his oncologist wanted to see him for a checkup at noon Monday. Bad weather was in the forecast for Monday morning, but weathermen are notoriously unreliable so I just said something about if it’s icy you’ll have to reschedule. He was like, of course, and we went about our lives.

Today is Monday and I woke up to a world covered in a good quarter inch of ice. Nothing awful, we didn’t lose power, just enough to make the dog not want to go outside to do her business. (I made her go outside against her wishes, for which I was glared at while she crouched and pooped, but it wasn’t in the house.)

It crossed my mind to check in with dad, but no one would go out in this weather, right? Yeah, you see where this is going.

I got a text around noon. Dad had skidded into a ditch and couldn’t get the car out. Help. I ground my teeth a little, but managed to refrain from texting questions about what the hell he was doing in his car on a day like today. That wouldn’t be helpful, especially after he said it had really scared him. So okay. I glance out the window and my little Fiat is encased in ice. Dad never really fit comfortably in it anyhow. I call my oldest son who just moved to town from Washington state after mustering out of the Navy. He says his 4WD truck is in the garage and he’ll come pick me up.

Oh, I forgot. I have to go because I’m the one with the AAA (thanks @l82theparty) and I’ll need to show them my card before they’ll pull him out of the ditch.

Hey, it would be smart to call AAA now and get the ball rolling since there are probably a shit ton of people in ditches today. So I call dad for a more specific location so I can tell AAA where to find him. He says his GPS just keeps giving him the street number, which is one I don’t recognize. Can he give me a cross street? No. Can he give me a landmark? The route between his house and the doctor’s office is pretty easy to recognize, we’ve done it a thousand times for two rounds of chemo and one round of radiation. No landmarks, just this street number. Okay, we’ll try sharing his location. Nope, that is way too technologically advanced. On the up side it killed time until my son showed up in his truck to collect me.

Some more questions with dad on the phone and we’re still no closer to understanding where he is. So I plug the street into the map just to get an idea and that’s when things begin to go sideways. This street shows up outside of town. Way outside of town. It’s between towns so that I can’t even tell you which little town it’s close to because it’s really just not. We follow the bouncing ball down the highway, past the casino on the outskirts of town, past the toll road, out to a place we’ve never heard of. It took us an hour to get this far, for the record.

I’ve decided my GPS has screwed us so I call dad again, confident we’re going to have to go back into town and comb the streets between the cancer center and dad’s house. But I ask him about the landscape he’s in, and he’s confirming everything sounds right. We drive up and down scary hills covered in ice, then some twisting roads also covered in ice, and Dad is on the phone saying that totally sounds right. To my son’s credit the truck only slipped on these roads a couple of times while he gritted his teeth and complained that he should have put something heavy in the truck bed.

We pass a dead end sign, and Dad doesn’t remember seeing one of those. I’m starting to believe we’re fucked. We pass another sign that says no outlet, and dad doesn’t remember it. My son gives me a look, and I shrug. Then we hit a patch of road that is a skating rink and the kid manages to slide himself onto a patch of grass as we both stare at my father’s car at the bottom of this icy hill in the middle of fucking nowhere. At least we found him, right?

Son and I slip and slide on foot down to the car where dad is fine, he’s got the heater on and the radio, just feels foolish and can’t get out because there’s a tree against the driver’s door. Because, dear reader who has made it this far, he’s not in a ditch. He skidded onto the side of the road where the land drops off into a ravine that was maybe 50 feet deep? I can’t say for sure because when I looked at his front tire and how close it was to the drop off it looked more like the Grand Canyon to me.

Okay dad, we’re not going to touch the car. You’re safe, don’t jostle yourself too much, I’m calling 911 for the first time in my life.

(Why is he in BFE? Oh, sorry, that’s Butt Fucking Egypt if you’re from around here. And I still don’t have an answer for that one.)

Meanwhile I look at the icy incline behind us and tell my son no tow truck is ever going to make it down that hill. A nice young Wagoner County Sheriff’s deputy shows up and his answer is to call a wrecker. I mention that no tow truck is ever going to make it down that hill and he gives me a look so I carefully inched my way back up the hill to sit in my son’s truck and wait.

About 20 minutes later it started to rain. About 30 minutes later it’s raining hard. Still raining hard another half hour or so later when the tow truck arrives on the scene.

Would you believe the tow truck driver said his boss won’t let him take his truck down that hill? He says he wouldn’t leave a person down there though (damn human of him) and the deputy, my son, and the tow truck driver trek down to Save Dad.

I watch from the top of the hill because they don’t need any women down there spouting truths and whatnot and getting in the way. I watch them pop the trunk and get my dad’s walker out. I’m standing in the pouring (so cold) rain watching through a layer of fog that has developed as shadowy figures hunch around the two open doors on the passenger side, I’m assuming they’re figuring out how to get dad out of the car on this side.

I can’t see, so I move over and step into a puddle of ice cold water. It’s not really integral to the story, except I was expecting to be pulling dad out of a suburban drainage ditch so I wore the wrong shoes. My nylon running shoes and my wonderful thick warm socks sucked up that icy water and held it like a lover. It was like the opposite of napalm; instead of fire sticking to my body it was ice cold water.

Meanwhile the boys have come far enough up the hill I can see they have dad sitting on the little bench on the walker and my son is walking backwards pulling it while the deputy and tow truck driver are each pushing a handlebar. My son falls down once, then gets up again. I’m not sure how, but they all manage to get back up that hill and get dad in the truck. It doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things but now I know exactly how much cold rain is required to saturate my rain resistant coat.

The story ends with my son managing to get the truck turned around and safely off of the ice sheet it was resting on. We’re all home and dry and safe and warm. My girl cooked me dinner and made me a hot toddy and snuggled me in warm clothes and an electric blanket. Dad’s car has probably depleted its battery by now because we were all three sitting in the truck when my son asked if he should try to walk back down and turn off the hazard lights. We left it.

So, how was your day?

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 5 months

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Helpless Part 2 xx

"Morning Haze," Nico said the just as he woke up.

"Here we have a true miracle occurrence the Nico di Angelo is awake before 11am is this the real di Angelo or is it really a fake." Hazel said in a teasing voice, it was nice to be back with her.

"Very funny Hazel," Nico said petting her on the head. "Anyway how much longer do I have with you until you go to back to New Rome?"

"I'm leaving today at 10pm, after campfire." She responded hugging Nico. "I'm gonna go get breakfast, cya later bro." Walking out the door, right after that there's a knock on the door. Nico opens it reluctantly and saw Solace outside the door,

"Great you haven't left yet. Can you come back to the infirmary tonight at 5 and do that every Friday for the rest of the month? I was asking Reyna and Annabeth and they said you'd shadow traveled a lot recently which isn't good for you, also-"

"-No underworldly stuff, just because I'm out of the infirmary doesn't mean I'm okay and I have a bunch of deficiencies. Solace I know, you don't have to worry, I'm not too big a fan of passing out myself. Yeah I'll come down at five, I don't see any use coming till the end of the month but you're too stubborn and I do not have the energy to argue with you today." Nico finishes his sentence,

"Okay great, that was surprisingly easy. Bye Nico I'll see you this afternoon." He says smiling as he closes the door behind him, Nico realised that he was smiling and cursed under his breathe in Italian. There is no way he liked that annoying doctor but the only thing he could think about were his bright blue eyes and how they look like the ocean. How his hair was perfectly golden and he was almost glowing in the sunlight, fuck, no, he couldn't do this again. He couldn't like anyone again, that would mean he has to tell people, what if they abandoned him? These are the times he sadly requires advice from Jason Grace.

***

Nico knocked on the door of his cabin hoping he hadn't left yet, he get lucky.

"Hey Grace, can I talk to you?" Nico asked stepping inside, Jason was (aside from Percy and Annabeth) the only one who knew.

"Yeah sure," Jason said calmly, Nico was thankful he still wanted to talk to him considering last time they tried to have this conversation Nico swore he would never talk to him again.

"Well, um.. I feel like I should tell the rest of the seven and Reyna. Percy and Annabeth already know-" Nico starts but is interrupted by Jason pulling him into a hug.

"Oh sorry, I forgot you don't like being touched I'm just proud of you." Jason say's quickly.

"It's fine, I'm trying to get used to human contact. Just I also wanted to tell you, I like this guy...and he's so stubborn and annoying but at the same time I want him to be mine. It's....Will Solace and I just...yeah." Nico finishes, slightly blushing after and rushing the part about Will Solace.

"Nico I'm so proud of you for wanting to tell them, and if any of them react badly I will personally strike them with lightning while simultaneously getting Percy to drown them. But they won't be, these people love and care about you Nico they won't hurt you. As for Will Solace, well I know he's friends with Leo but not much else, I don't really see him much but he's a cool guy. Good luck mate." Jason says keeping his voice stable and calm as always,

"Thank you Jason, I guess I should go and talk to the other five now." Nico says hugging Jason, it was kind of shocking but Jason didn't show his surprise.

"Good luck Nico, I promise it'll go well."

"Wait, um, could you please come with me? I was going to ask Annabeth but-"

"Yeah of course I'll come with you."And with that the ghost king and Superman were off.

***

"Guys umm... can I talk to you?" Nico said walking up to Reyna, Leo, Hazel, Frank and Piper, finding them sitting under a tree.

"Sure di Angelo, what's up?" Leo said hiding his shock that Nico di Angelo was willingly talking to someone who wasn't Hazel, much more with Jason standing beside him. He looked like he was barely breathing so Jason placed a hand on his shoulder, whispering something in his ear. Nico (much to Leo's surprise) smiled and continued, "Well....shit.., Jason I can't." Nico says shaking.

"Breathe di Angelo."

"I fucking can't, what if they-"

"-I promise they won't react badly."

"That's what I thought about- doesn't matter."

"I know it's hard, especially after living in the 1930s for most of your childhood. Nico, are you sure you want to tell everyone, you're shaking."

"I SAW PEOPLE GET KILLED FOR IT, what....what if they hate me?"

"You don't have to tell them if you don't want to."

"I want to I'm just, scared."

"They care about you di Angelo, I swear on the River of Styx they won't hate you." Nico took a deap breath and continued.

"I'm..I'm gay.." he tenses up, waiting for someone to call him a fag and yell that he was going to burn and potentially try to kill him. After no such reaction he continued,"Also I may or may not have fallen for that insufferable doctor, Solace. Percy and Annabeth already know," Nico turns around and hugs Jason,

"Good job Nico; damn three hugs in one day. You're progressing," Nico was tempted to yell 'shut up Grace' but decided against it. He broke the hug with Jason after he was able to keep his breathing under control, suddenly he was suffocated by a hug from Piper and Hazel

"Can't. Breathe." Nico muttered quietly and the girls let go,

"Thank you for telling us," Piper said "I'll look into Will for you." She grinned walking off giving the siblings some privacy,

"I proud of you for telling us." Hazel said hiding a grin,

"You don't hate me? You already knew didn't you?" Nico asks,

"Well I had some suspicions." Hazel said smiling,

"How? I didn't talk to anyone?" Nico says failing to suppress his laughter,

"Younger sister magic. Also Nico why would I hate you?"

"Bianca..."

"Nico, you're my brother, I couldn't hate you. I can't imagine what you've gone through but I'll always be here for you."

"Thank you Hazel, I love you."

"Love you to bro." Hazel smiled and kissed Nico on the cheek, by then Jason was talking to Leo.

"Nico, I'm proud of you. Hope Solace likes you back, maybe impress him with Jules-Albert. If anyone hurts you because of it then I will send the Roman Legions on them. " Reyna said, messing up his long black hair that went a couple of inches past his shoulders before leaving not giving Nico time to reply. Nico smiled, pathetic, I haven't smiled this much since I was ten year old he thought to himself.

"Di Angelo! I'm warning you about Will, his sense of humor is worse than mine and Percy's combined and do not and I mean do not ask him to sing unless you are prepared to listen to him for three hours. Also um.. good job on telling us," Leo said patting Nico on the back.

"Thanks for the advice Valdez, but I'm not sure it is possible for someone to have a worse sense of humor than you." Nico said bluntly yet still smirking,

"Good luck on Solace, Nico. Proud of you for telling us, if anyone ever gives you shit I'll turn into a poisonous snake and kill them. Everyone will think it was an accident." Frank says so seriously that Nico almost shakes, Nico has to look up to meet his eye. Frank was a foot taller than him,

"Thanks Frank, but let's try to avoid murder for now." Nico smiled, this was going much better than he expected.

"Thanks for coming with me Grace." Nico said,

"No problem Nico, I'll catch you later yeah?

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Hope you enjoyed, please ignore any inaccurate sounding American measurement, I don’t understand imperial system but I tried to use it since the characters are American.

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just-an-anon-reader · 1 year

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Well, hello there dear author! ^^

I wanted to ask for a platonic request with all the boys (Rise!Donie, Rise!Raph, Rise!Mike and Rise!Leo) in wich reader is an early teenage girl (12-13-14) that lives with the gang at their place and that has very bad trust issues, like, she is kind and willing to spend time with the boys but rarely talks and never lets anyone touch her if it's not strictly necesary.

And one day, all of a sudden when Leo went to her room to wake her up and tell her that breakfast is ready he finds her still sleeping but having a really bad nightmare. Leo wakes her up and tries to calm her down by words but then the reader gets up of bed and tackles him into a hug while crying on his chest.

And she becomes slightly clingy to Leo anly talking to him and him being the only ine allowed to touch her.

And while he presumes to his brothers that you choose him and not the other's on who to trust the rest of the rottmnt brothers are like "From all of the four, you chossed him-? Like- really (y/n)?"

Feel free to Ignore this request if you feel the need to! And also don't forget to sleep a good amount of hours, eat well and stay hydrated! ^^

Trust Us

Summary: You were abandoned. You were unloved and unwanted. So when Splinter found you and added you to the family six years ago, the fear and anxiety that filled you then, still fills you now.

Warning: A bit of angst, topics of trauma and anxiety attacks.

P.S: Wow! I never thought someone would actually want me to write their ideas. Like hOw?? But thank you for requesting! This was so fun to write and I hope I did your idea justice~

Somehow, someway, Splinter found you. A young five-year-old girl, lost. You were left unloved and unwanted. And yet, for reasons he hasn't fully explained to you, he took you in. He gave you a home and loved you as he did with his sons. He made you a Hamato. And that's how you now find yourself on the side of a ramp that's too high to be safe, quietly cheering on as the teenage turtles fought for the longest who could stay in the air without falling on their turtle butts. It's been six years since that day, and you've always been grateful to your adoptive family. Yet despite that, no matter how much you loved them, you couldn't find it in yourself to open up to them. To tell them about the fears that have buried themselves deep inside your heart, or about the uncertainties that plagued you every single day. You didn't know what you needed for you to come out to them. Maybe it was time, but you've had plenty already. Maybe, it was for someone to approach you, not like the turtles or Splinter didn't try. They really did at first, quite obnoxiously at that. But over time, they learned to wait for you, and they respected that. You wanted to tell them, shout it out even. But time and time again, you can feel yourself sink back into the loneliness that had never once left you since that day six years ago.

It was a slow Friday. There was no mutant who needed stopping or oozequitoes that needed zapping. Today's itinerary? Sleep in, game, snack, and sleep some more. For the turtles anyway. You were usually the early riser of the gang. So imagine Leo's surprise when he woke up at 9:30 to an ominously silent lair. Mostly anyway, Splinter's snores could still be heard loud and clear.

"Maybe she's turning a new leaf." Leo thought to himself, shrugging as he made his way to the kitchen.

The only reason he woke up was because of his demanding stomach. It needed nutrients. And what could be more nutritious than pizza on a slow Friday? Finding some leftover pizza, which were surprisingly left untouched, he threw them into the microwave setting it at high heat for three minutes. It was already quarter to ten and you still weren't up. Worried, Leo grabbed and plated the last two slices of his double leftover and slightly burnt pizza, and walked towards your room.

"Heya~ I got you some leftover pizza. They're a bit burnt, but I think the bitter aftertaste adds to the flavor."

No response. He tried again, knocking on the door this time. Again, no response. Maybe you weren't in your room. He presses his head to your door and is shocked to hear painful groaning from behind it.

"I don't know what going on in there, but I'm coming in."

Turning the knob and finding the door unlocked, he rushed in to see you writhing in bed. Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead as your face contorted to one of pain and your eyes were screwed shut. Leo realized you were dreaming. Not exactly a pleasant dream, but a horrible nightmare. He rushed to your side, the food he brought forgotten on the floor. He went to shake you awake but stopped midway. You didn’t like to be touched. You hated it. And so, he tried calling out your name, telling you to wake up, and borderline shouting at this point. But you didn't and instead, you started to struggle much worse. You tossed and turned in your sheets as the frown on your face deepened. He had no other choice. Gently he placed his hands on your shoulders and began shaking you awake.

"Hey! Come on! Wake up! It's just a dream!"

You suddenly jolted up, forcing Leo to back up, or else it would've been a direct forehead collision. He quickly let go of your shoulders, raising them as if saying that he didn't mean to touch you.

"I-"

Whatever it was that he was going to say you didn't hear. Much to his surprise, you rushed to embrace him. Arms wrapped tightly around his mid-section as fat tears rolled down your face and stained his blue-striped pajamas. Unsure of what to do, he slowly returned his raised hands to your shoulders and rubbed them comfortingly. When you didn't flinch away from his touch, he gently wrapped his arms around your sobbing form and embraced you, shushing you and cooing out words of comfort. For a while, you both stayed like that. In between your sobs, you told him about your dream, about the fears that ate you from inside, and the never-ending anxiety that plagued you day in and day out. Leo silently embraced you, humming now and then to let you know to keep going and that he was still listening to you. Finally, erratic breathing slowed and you softly whispered, "I'm sorry."

"There is nothing for you to be sorry about. Just glad you trusted me enough to tell me. Come on now, give me a smile."

Hand on your chin, Leo pulled your face from the crook of his neck and smiled down at you, and smiled back. It was probably your ugliest smile with tear stains down your cheek and snot dripping from your nose. But, to be honest, you've never felt so free of the weight that used to crush you.

Since that night, you and Leo have undeniably become closer. They noticed. Who wouldn't though? You spoke to Leo more by at least 545 words, according to Donnie's calculations. And every time Leo would see you lose yourself in your mind, he would sit beside you and nudge your shoulder. The most surprising part was that you would lean towards him instead of flinching at the touch. At some point, Raph couldn't take it anymore and said, "Really? Like really? Of the four of us, it was Leo? Not like I'm jealous or anything, but Leo, really?"

#rottmnt leo x reader #platonic #rottmnt leo #rise!leo #this was a lot more angsty than what I usually write #this was a lot of fun to write tho

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yougottalovebuckybarnes · 2 years

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A pt. 2 to forgive me would be great!!!

Forgive Me, Pt. 2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: Hello, my loves! I apologize for nearly taking two months to get a sequel out, but there is a reason for that. I will talk more about that in a second author's note at the end. :) Thank you all for such wonderful feedback! I was absolutely blown away by the love and all of your comments! Makes me so happy to know you all have enjoyed my work!

I ended this part with an open ending. I could just finish it here and leave it up to your imagination. Or, I could turn this into a (mini) series. (I'm honestly up for the challenge, but I'm wondering if any of you are interested in more). Let me know what you all think! Also, I tagged everyone who commented asking for a second part, just so you all see it! Hope you enjoy! :)

-M <3

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Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst, Topics of Suicide/Dark Themes

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It took just over an hour for her to drift to sleep, but I remained next to her for as long as I could. I did not dare to take my eyes off of her, not even for a moment. It felt as if she would slip through my fingers the moment I looked away, becoming nothing more than a warm memory and a devastating loss. Her mortality was always something that I worried about, especially when she went on missions. I did not think that I could ever survive losing her. And after what almost happened today, I knew that I most certainly wouldn’t have.

My fingers gently pushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear, moving to linger against her cheek, still damp with tears. Even as she slept, Y/N did not look like she found peace. Dark shadows lingered under her eyes, and bruises dotted the skin of her jaw from the mission. Her body, although settled into the mattress and against my chest, felt tense as if she could not let herself rest.

The buzz of my phone interrupted my thoughts, and my hand reached out to grab it off of the nightstand. Steve’s name flashed across the screen, and not long after, Natasha’s and Wanda’s did as well. I could not even bear the thought of looking at any of them so I had only asked FRIDAY to update them on what happened and asked to be left alone. The incoming text notifications rotated between the three of them, yet I refused to answer any of them.

I had a hard time identifying exactly how I was feeling, but I knew that anger was certainly there. How could it not? Perhaps I had been ignorant to how bad things had become, but I trusted all of them to at least treat Y/N with some sort of dignity. Instead, they had treated her like she meant nothing, and she accepted it without second thought. That hurt infinitely more than the wound in my shoulder.

I placed the phone back on the nightstand, sinking deeper into the covers and gently pulling Y/N closer, if that was even possible. I let my lips brush against her forehead, my eyes finally falling shut for a moment of peace. Not even a minute later, the buzzing of my phone resumed and I couldn’t help my small groan of irritation when it did not stop.

“Is it Steve?” I glanced down to find my bride looking up at me, her gaze still heavy with sleep.

“Doesn’t matter. Go back to sleep, doll. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“You need to go talk to him.” Y/N shook her head gently, reaching up to place her hand on my cheek. “I’m sure he’s worried about you.”

“Let him worry, then.” I sighed, my left hand moving to cover the one she placed on my cheek. “I won’t leave you again.”

“I will be just fine, baby. “ She promised gently, giving me a small smile. “It’s not like you’ll be gone forever.”

“No… but you almost were.” My voice felt weak, the image of finding her on the floor with the medicine bottle popped open flashing in my mind. I had never been more afraid in my life, and the thought of leaving her now seemed nearly impossible to even consider.

Y/N’s smile faltered at my words, and I looked away, my chest aching as I tried my hardest to force my tears away.

“Bucky, look at me.”

I felt myself shake my head, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as I sat upright in bed. Flashes of what could have been flooded my mind. The lowering of her casket at her funeral, the never-ending grief that would follow it, everything. It felt so real, yet it fortunately would not be reality, at least not for years to come.

“Baby…” I felt her hand against my back and I hesitantly turned to look at her as she moved to sit up beside me. “I am not going anywhere. I promise you.”

“I was almost too late.” The words felt so bitter as they left my lips and the lump in my throat only grew larger. “If I had come in even a moment later than I had- “

“Stop.” A soft hand grasped my chin, and my eyes focused on hers. Tears were beginning to pool in hers, and I felt immediate guilt for being the reason behind them. “Don’t blame yourself for something that was out of your control. “

“It should have been, doll.” I shook my head sadly, my heart aching in my chest. “I should’ve realized how bad things had gotten before we were sent on that mission. And I certainly should’ve knocked some sense into Steve too.”

“He’s a smart man. Maybe one day he’ll figure it out.” She gave a small smile, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes playfully at her attempts to lighten the conversation.

“Maybe he just needs a solid punch to the face. I will literally knock some sense into him.”

“Beating up your best friend does not seem like the way to resolve this, Bucky.”

“Maybe not.” A sigh slipped through my lips, and I smiled as Y/N gently ran her hand through my shortened hair. “But it feels like the easiest way. And perhaps the most satisfying after all that’s happened.”

“I don’t want anyone else to get hurt, baby.” She shook her head, and removed her hand from my hair to place it in my vibranium one. “You’re just going to have to talk it out.”

“Talk it out? You make it seem like we are fighting over who ate the last piece of pizza in the fridge, not over something as serious as this.”

“You’ll have to forgive him, Bucky.” Y/N sighed softly, looking down at our conjoined hands as our fingers interlocked. “I’m already trying to. It’s hard, but I love him like he is family. We can’t lose them. And I know you certainly can’t lose Steve again… not after all that has happened.”

It was silent for a few moments, before I leaned in and kissed her forehead softly

“It amazes me how much grace and forgiveness you have in your heart. And it makes me love you all the more.” I smiled before pulling away. “But honestly, killing Steve sounded like the most rational idea in my mind.”

“Oh, stop. You would not kill him.”

“Eh, maybe not. I think knocking his lights out would suffice. But you get the point.”

“I know you’re joking around here, but I’m serious… please do not kill Steve.” She shot me a stern look as I rose from the bed, grabbing my shirt from the floor and pulling it over my head. “I really do want to make things right here.”

“I know…” I leaned down and kissed her softly. “I promise that I will try to be as civil as I can.”

“Good.” Y/N smiled before tilting her head towards the door. “You better get going, then. Don’t need anyone knocking down the door.”

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I walked quietly down the hall, feeling tense as I approached the living room. I quite honestly did not know how this was going to go. Part of me hoped that Steve had gone to bed, finally giving up on waiting for me. But as I grew closer, sounds of a movie playing and the familiar voices of all three of my teammates smashed that hope to pieces.

Realizing that they were too engrossed in conversation to notice my entrance, I cleared my throat quietly, watching as all three heads whipped around in my direction.

“Bucky…” Steve stood up from the couch, but did not make any further movement in my direction. Instead, I continued to move towards him.

My fist connected with his nose with a sickening crunch, and I heard the two women gasp as Steve fell backwards onto the ground with a grunt. He raised his hand up to his nose, wincing as he pulled it back to find a small splatter of blood coating his fingers. “I guess I deserved that.”

“Oh, you deserve a lot more than that.” I shook my head as I cracked my knuckles, watching him slowly rise to his feet again. “But I promised Y/N I wouldn’t kill you.”

“Bucky…” Wanda’s hand gently touched my shoulder, but I pulled away, taking a few steps back to look at all three of them.

“Y/N’s going to be fine.” My voice grew hard as I watched each of their faces light up with relief. “No thanks to any of you…”

“Barnes-“

“No, I don’t want to hear it.” I snapped, my eyes fixed on Natasha as I cut her off. “I do not want to hear any of your goddamn excuses that you think will justify what happened today, or any of the weeks before, quite frankly. I don’t give a shit that you felt ‘betrayed’ by her. You absolutely destroyed her.”

“We’re sorry….”

“You’re sorry…” I muttered, echoing Wanda’s words as I processed them quietly. “But you weren’t sorry until you drove her to swallow a bottle of medication in her room. You weren’t sorry until I woke up, and you had to own up to what happened.”

The room fell silent, and I watched as each of their faces fell at the revelation of what Y/N had tried to do. Wanda’s tears began to fall and Natasha’s head fell into her hands. Steve looked absolutely devastated, but I could not tell if anything about him was genuine anymore.

“I can’t believe how willing she is to try to make amends with all of you.” My voice cracked, but I refused to let my tears fall free in front of them. “She loves you like family, yet you so easily trusted the word of a fucking journalist over hers. How could you treat her like this?”

The room fell silent again, and I was growing irritated of the pity party that the three of them seemed to be having. I walked up to Steve again and shoved him forcefully in the chest.

“Answer me, Rogers. How could you fucking do this? You are like a brother to me. I trust you with my life, and despite all that has happened, I trusted you with hers. How could you treat the woman that I love like she meant nothing?”

Steve’s eyes were watery with tears, but they did not do anything to smother my rage. Fuck his tears, I was angry.

Furious that the man that I had grown up with would treat my bride in a manner as vicious as this. Furious that I had not intervened sooner than I had. Furious that I had not protected her like I promised in my vows, for better or for worse.

The silence was deafening, and I knew that Steve did not have an answer that would ever be good enough. My eyes flickered to the other two women who remained somber and silent.

“Y/N can forgive you all she wants. Until all of you can answer for what you have done, I will have nothing to do with any of you. Even you, Steve.”

The three of them looked at me silently, sadness in their expressions and tears in their eyes as I slowly turned and walked back towards Y/N's room. Despite not having harmed her physically, Y/N's life had almost been lost. It felt impossible to even imagine forgiveness, but I sure wish that I could. I loved Steve like a brother, and I had grown close with Wanda and Nat too. But no love would ever be stronger than the love I had for Y/N. And because of the lies of a stranger, her life was nearly lost in the process.

I could hardly recognize the three of them as people I cared about, let alone find it in me to forgive them. Maybe one day, after time had passed and Y/N had healed, I would find it in me to do so.

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A/N 2:

Hello again, my lovely readers! Here is a little explanation of what has been going on. For the past couple of weeks, I have had a really hard time with school and managing my depression. I decided this past week to take a break from college for a semester and focus on healing and finding what makes me happy again. While I am disappointed that I won't graduate when I expected to, I am excited not only to get some rest but to write more. I absolutely love writing for this blog, and my other fandom blogs as well. I hope that I can post more often, and write a lot more in general. My requests are open, so if you have any ideas you'd like me to try to write, I am more than willing to do so! Thank you all so much for the support and I will see you next time!

-M <3

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