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peaceloveandf1 · 1 year

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Soft Launch pt.6

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Final part girlies!!!! It’s been fun lol. Let me know if you want to see anything specific next🫶🏻

summary: It’s been a year since Austin; Lance and y/n are happier than ever before. They want to announce something the opposite way the did with their relationship. No more soft launch’s. This is a hard launch.

pairing: Lance Stroll x reader

rating: PG-13

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��Mommy! Dinner is all done” Brooks says while grabbing my hand and dragging me into the dining room.

“Oh it looks amazing B. Did you do this all yourself?” I inquire, winking at Lance who is setting the table.

“No mommy, Lance helped me!” he shouted

“Oh did he?” I giggled picking Brooks up and kissing him.

“He’s the chef. I just take orders from him” Lance says, placing the bowl of pasta in the middle of the table.

“Well you two did a wonderful job.” I say, giving Brooks another kiss and putting him down.

“We made your favorite just for you” the 4 year old shouted from his place across from me.

“Oh baby you know me sooo well” I giggle at him before Lance pulled me into a side hug.

Tomorrow was our last day all together before Brooks goes to Matt’s for the week and Lance goes to São Paulo and Lance insisted that he would cook for us tonight. It’s been two years since we started dating and it’s been bliss. I was nervous at first because we are both younger and I was recently divorced at only 25. But Lance didn’t care that I was divorced and had a 2 year old. He loved Brooks like his own from the very start. Now we are 27 and 28 living between Nashville and London and I couldn’t be happier. He’s the one that brings out the best in me, always and I do the same for him.

Lance’s voice shook me from my thoughts, “Lemme take your plate y/n”

“Oh thanks, let me do the dishes? You cooked it’s only fair” I plead. The dinner was delicious and he put so much effort into it, I wanted to try to do something to make it up to him.

“It’s okay, let me clean them up. Take Brooks to bed and I’ll be done when you come back down” he insists, shooting down my request.

“Okay, okay. Brooks, baby, let’s go get ready for bed. We have to get up early tomorrow to have breakfast with Chloe and Scotty” I call for the 4 year old.

“Night bud. Sleep well, I’ll see ya in the morning” Lance said, giving him a hug.

“Night night Lance” he says, giving the driver a hug before sprinting up the stairs.

“I’ll be down in a few Lance” I say, following him up the stairs.

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After Brooks has finished his routine, I walk to my room and put on a clean pair of pajamas. I notice Lance’s clothes in the hamper, signaling to me he changed while I was putting Brooks to bed.

Sighing, I walk down the stairs and into the den to find Lance scrolling lazily through HBO.

“What do you wanna watch?” I ask when he continued flipping though the show options.

“The Conquest?” He jokingly suggests the show I made an appearance in during the first two seasons.

“Ew no” I laugh at his suggestion. I absolutely hate watching and hearing myself, especially an explicit show like The Conquest.

“Why not? You have some great scenes” he smirked at me, referencing the X-rated scenes that filled the “Game of Thrones” prequel.

“You act like you don’t see the real thing” I roll my eyes as he bursts out laughing.

“I’m only playing, We’ll watch SVU?” Lance settled, pulling me into his arms and turning on our favorite show.

We watched 3 episodes before calling it a night and settling into our shared bed.

“Are you still okay with hosting Scotty and Chlo tomorrow?” He asks, face lit up by his phone.

“Yes, of course. It’ll be great. I’ll go and pick up the food at 8” I reassure him. I love having Chloe and Scotty at our house. Especially right before everyone leaves for a week.

“Okay babe. I just want everything to be great” he sighs.

“It will be, promise” I say, kissing him and turning out my light.

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“Hey!! Food looks amazing y/n!” Scotty shouts, barging into the kitchen with orange juice and champagne in his arms. “I brought what you requested” he said, putting it down and hugging me.

“Thanks Scotty” I say, hugging him back. “Lance and Brooks are setting up in the sunroom” stretching my hand out to point towards where they resided.

“Hi girl!! You look amazing” Chloe’s voice replaces Scotty’s.

“Hi honey” I say, hugging her. “Do you want a drink? The boys are out back.” I offer her a mimosa to start the day off.

“Oh yeah, I love how you make them” she giggled, popping the top off the champagne as I grabbed four flutes.

I made four mimosas for the adults and an orange juice for Brooks, before heading into the back yard. It was gorgeous out there. Lance had arranged the back yard to look like we were in paradise. Lights were up around the porch, the new backyard furniture was set up around a new table he had ordered and candles were lit up, despite it being 11 am.

After I set the drinks out we all went back to get the food we had ordered and prepared and arranged the table.

Our brunch was amazing. The love I have for Chloe and Scotty is unmatched. Watching Scotty chase Brooks around the yard while Lance, Chloe, and I talk future vacations fills me with so much joy. I can’t believe what I have gained in the past two years. Chloe has told me before that she’d never seen Lance like this before he met me….that sent me into tears. I just can’t imagine where I’d be without them.

“Mmh… If I may, I’d like to make a toast” Scotty’s voice rang through the yard and glancing over I see him. Standing at the head of the table, Brooks on his shoulders with orange juice to match Scotty’s mimosa.

“Eh let’s here it” Lance chimes up, his arms pull me down next to him.

“Not much but you guys are the fucking best. I-..”

“Scott”, Chloe chastised him.

“Oh shit sorry… hey Brooksy earmuffs man” he stumbles, Brooks doing as he says so as to not here the words that are most used in Scotty’s vocabulary.

“As I was saying….You guys are the fucking best. We absolutely love coming to visit you both here and I think Chloe agrees when I say you two are a fucking pair” he finished his toast but chugging the mimosa in his hand and tapping Brooks to signal his hands could come off his ears.

“Aww thanks Scotty, we love you guys too. I’m so so happy you guys travel to come see us whenever you can. Lance and I are so lucky to have you both.” I say, tears beginning to prick at my eyes. Yes I know I’m emotional…whatever.

I feel Lance’s hand release mine as he stands up. “Well since we’re on the topic of toasts… I’ll give it a go. Yeah?” He speaks, looking to everyone.

“Okay so obviously I want to thank Scotty and Chlo for stopping in Nashville for the day before going to São Paulo, it means a lot. To the both of us” he starts, motioning between us. “Uh.. next I want to thank Brooks for being the kindest and greatest kid I’ve ever met. You are such a good son, friend, and all around kid. And of course I’ve gotta thank you y/n. Before I met you I was a 26 year old that didn’t care about much. But since I met you I care about everything and more. You are such a good mom and a total badass all around. Everyday I see you use things you’ve learned before and put them into lessons for us to learn. You have such a fucking brillant mind and I love when I wake up in the middle of the night to find you playing the piano or writing a new song. You are and will always be everything I’ve ever wanted and needed. I told you a while back that you were my endgame….”

I thought my heart exploded during his toast but hearing the word “endgame” made it stop. I remember that night in Austin a year ago. He told me he wasn’t going to ask then but it was coming. Now I think it’s here.

“Will you marry me y/n?” He said, down on one knee ring shining up at me.

I’m frozen in my spot. I keep trying to talk and nothing is coming out. I already know the answer and I think he does too.

My voice finally returns to me. “Of course I will” I utter, the tears once pricking at my eyes fulling falling down my face.

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kidge-planet · 9 months

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A friendly night, right... (Part 2/? )

A kidge fanfic!

TW for this chapter:

-Language

Canon universe, episode 1 season 8.

A/N: I tried to correct my mistakes but, if you see some, tell me!! ( English is not my first language, btw🥲)

Just us?

Pidge POV:

Ok.

What the heck just hapenned?!

I was standing there, in the middle of this halway that I knew very well. But I never expected something like that to happen here, especially today…

No, tonight, I was supposed to go back home, finish my stuffs for the launching of the Atlas and then cuddle with my dog, Baebae, in my bed while watching a romantic movie. All that while crying, eating pretzel thins, crying again because im not the girl in the movie and then fall asleep while Baebae would chew on my socks. I honestly liked that plan very much, but, Keith’s proposition changed it all…

Now, Im supposed to go out and spend my evening with him. Just him and I…

Just us?!

I blushed at this thought. Why would he even want to spend that last moment on earth with me?! Every single girl that likes mans in the premisses had a crush on him! He had choice! But yet, he choosed me, the nerdy, short and weird girl…

He said a friendly night, right? Well, It was pretty weirdly asked. He was pretty weird.

I feel like he has something in mind…

HO, come on, stop imagining things, he might really want to just hang out as friends…

I clunched my fists:

All I knew, is that the situation was terrible.

Keith is handsome and excuse me, but he is SO DAMN HOT. I have to admit, I’ve been staring durring our training… Don’t judge me.

I also had a dream… Well, two dreams… OK FINE, a few dreams about him.

You might thinks it’s a great thing, but no.

Here, Im just killing myself because the day he’ll get married and I’ll only be some random girl at the wedding, I’ll feel bad for two things: Fantasizing about him but also that my fantasies never came true… OK, also because I wont be the one kissing him at the atlar…

WELL, now that he kind of… Asked me out, I have faith! Blaim me if you want to!

I sighed and tried to look natural before heading back in the room where the girls were. But, I can’t act natural and im pretty sure that I was walking like a duck while heading back to my sit. I tried to ignore the curious expression that Romelle was giving me, or Nadia’s grin… Allura was just smilling at me and as for Ina… Well, she was just being Ina.

«SOOOOOO, what did Keith told you?»

Nadia asked has she got closer to me, still arboring a stupide grin and insisting on Keith’s name.

«Nothing interesting, really, Paladin’s stuffs.» I tried to sound conveincing. I litterally don’t want them to annoy me with tones of questions.

«Ho, may I know? Im also a paladin as I recal...» Allura played into Nadia’s game... That’s treason.

«Just… forget it.» I sighed, hopping that these womans would leave me alone… I was a fool to think that.

«HO, come on Pidge! Tell us! This could be a nice girl talk! And what is said durring girl talks STAYS a secret!» Romelle leaned on my shoulder letting her long and blond hair fall on me.

«Ho, please...» I frowned as I pushed her asside.

The girls then placed themselves in front of me to plead. Even Ina nodded to agree with them. Man, I get what Matt and my parents had to live every days with me… I guess Im annoying.

I sighed, «OK, FINE! He asked me to hang out tonight. But please, don’t start to make up something in your mind, he asked me has friends… Well, he was pretty weird, He was like panicked and all… I just don’t get it. Lance even had to ask for him...»

The girls froze before to give me a huge smile.

«This is LITERALLY a date. he might have panicked while asking you and that’s why Lance was there.» Nadia got a little too ecxited and grabbed my shoulders to shake me as if she was trying to wake me up.

«You guys are over reacting, that’s exacly why I didn’t want to tell you...» I growled.

Nadia then stopped shaking me. «Ok, then, If it is just friendly, then why you? He could have asked to anyone else than you! Besides, he is supposed to be the ‘‘Loon wolf,, , isn't he?»

«Yeah Pidge, we both know that he LOVES being alone… The fact that he wants to spend his alone time alone WITH YOU means something!» Allura grabbed my arm.

«OK, OK, alright, let’s admit it IS a date… What am I doing?» I blushed.

The girls stayed silent for a moment before Ina spoke:

«What do you want to do? I mean, when he asked, what was your answer?»

«I said yes.»

«And now that you know that it probably could be a date, what do you think? Do you still feel interested on going?» She continued.

«I… I think yes, but that’s a bit unexpected...»

«It might feel unexpected but it doesn’t mean it bad. If you like him, then I guess that you’re best option is to go. So I suggest you to take that opportunity.» She smiled at me.

«YEAH! And we‘ll help you get to ready!» Romelle joined.

They all nodded.

I never felt so cared about by a group of girls… In general, when I was younger, girls would always judge me, call me weird and reject me so yeah. I basically never really had female friends…

I smiled, « Yeah, ok… We’re doing this!»

At my answere, I could see the happiness growing in their eyes… Why, you might ask? Because they get to relook me and it’s a thing that they wanted to do since a while now… (I heard them talking about that the other day but they also asked me a thousand times… I always refused because first, it feels a little embarassing but also because im ALWAYS busy doing something!)

I told them what Keith and Lance told me exactly as they were preparing me and Allura... I refused many things:

FIRST, Nadia wanted to wanted to straighten my hair which is was NO! It’ll sure make my hair look longer and better but I don’t want to look like I have been preparing for a date if it isn’t one. Let’s remind ourselves that we don’t know for sure that it is a date! (Also, I like my messy hair.)

THEN! They tried to put some make up on my face… And like, not just a little! SO, I asked them to make me look as natural as possible! Like, really, They only used gloss, mascara and blush which was honnestly fine to me… (And which wasn’t to them, they wanted to turn me into a doll but NAHA, no can do!)

Finally -and it was the hardest part to figure out- We had to chose clothes… And unlike when we helped Allura to chose the clothes for her date, we only had less then 20 minutes to figure this out.

They fought about many outfits, I tried 14 of them and every times, no one was agreeding… Before we finally found one perfect outfit: a simple black dress.

So yeah, we fought about outfits for 10 minutes to chose a BLACK DRESS.

Anyways, I didn’t say nothing about this.

When they were done, they stared at me and Allura with a proud grin on their faces… Well, exept Nadia, she obviously wanted to relook me fully.

Once we were ready, Allura left for her date, leaving me with Nadia, Romelle and Ina.

I’ll pass the details of the briefing they gave me but, everything that was in my mind while they were talking to me and giving me advices was: «What if we are just over reacting? So I’ll have to play it friendly unless I have an actual sign that this IS a date...»

« SO! Are you ok with that» Nadia asked. I didn’t listen to what she had been telling me for the last ten minutes, so, huh…

«Ok… With what?» I raised an eyebrow…

She took a step back and was ready to blame me for not listening but got stoped as someone steped in the room.

It was him. And HOLLY QUIZNACK. I had never seen him looking so hot. (Or maybe it was just the first time that I saw him with other clothing then the garisson uniform/ Garsison’s hospital clothing, his BOM uniform, paladin armor or his usual outfit… The hotest he wore so far was the BOM uniform…)

He had a black tank top with a checkered jacket and some QUIZNAKING grey sweatpants.

I couldn’t help but blush. Fuck…

«Hey!… So, huh… Are you ready?» He scratched the back of his neck.

I. couldn’t. TALK.

Hopefully, Nadia that was now next to me gave ma quick blow on the arm to reminding me that I had to give an answere.

«HA- Huh, Yeah! Im ready!...»

«Great! So, let’s go?...»

«Yeah! Let’s go...» I said as I turned toward the girls behind me that were giving me signs to go.

I walked towards Keith and followed him outside were he had parked his motorcile.

I pass the awkward talks we had while then but basically, We both got on the motorcicle and I had to wrap my arms around his torso. I think you guessed that it was half pleasant and half horrible ever since I had to try to calm my heart beats… Like, MY HEART WAS RACING.

After a while, we arrived at his house in the desert. I had heard about it before but it was the first time that I saw it. It looked cute and calm. Next to it, the black lion was sat and apparently waiting for us...

«What is black doing here?» I asked while taking off the helmet he had lended me.

«Follow me and see.» He held his hand for me to grab it.

I hesitated before to finally hold it and follow him to wherever he wanted me to go.

We climbed all the way up to black’s head and wow, I wasn’t ready for that!

He had placed pillows, snacks and pizzas with some nice lights all around! It looked so hella nice and cute.

«You like it?» He asked as he squized my hand.

I was amazed, «It’s so nice!… You did all that?..»

«Yeah, I really wanted to spend a nice last night on earth… Im glad you like it tho, I did it for you.»

«It's amazing, Keith.» I looked up at him.

We became silent as we smiled at each other and at this point we had compleatly forgotten that we were holding hands… Then we remembered and it became awkward, again… (No need to tell you that we stopped holding hands then)

He looked away. «Should we sit?...»

I was still blushing hardly «Let’s do that...»

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unreadpoppy · 7 months

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To Win the Princess's Heart - Chapter 2

Raphael x OC (Genevieve) - Bridgerton season 2 inspired AU

Chapter 1

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Taglist: @littlemoondarling

A/N: Took me some time to get here but i'm finally on vacation from college, which means I'll have free time! yipee

After the ball had been wrapped up, Genevieve quickly went to her sister’s side and brought her to the drawing room, to give them privacy.

Laverna was ecstatic. “Evie, did you see how much I danced tonight?” She smiled and lifted her skirt, showing her slippers. “Look! They were clean this morning and are already dirty from the dancing!” She then threw herself on the nearby loveseat, a hand over her head. “This was the best night of my life!”

Genevieve chuckled and sat next to her sister. “Indeed, you did not stop dancing for even a moment.” She took Laverna's feet and put them in her lap, and started to remove her shoes. She could only imagine how much her feet hurt. “Tell me, did anyone catch your eye? Considering how many men were begging for a dance.”

“Most of the ones who danced with me acted like boys.” She giggled and then blushed. “But there was one…he was a man.”

Genevieve took a deep breath. “Who was him?” She asked, but already knew the answer.

“The half-devil.” Laverna whispered. “Lord Raphael.” The half elf noticed how her sister’s brow furrowed and asked. “Why do you make that face?”

The tiefling sighed. “I just… I want the best for you.”

“What do you mean”?

Genevieve struggled inside. She wanted to warn her sister, to tell her to not ever talk to that man, but she didn’t Laverna’s night to be ruined. She could tell her what she heard at a later date.

For now, Genevieve shook her head and said “Well, you know how men can be. I just want you to be careful, alright?”

Laverna nodded. “Of course.” She leaned forward, struggling a bit but eventually, she held Genevieve’s hands. “But I have no worries, for I know you won’t let any harm come my way.” She finished the sentence with a smile.

Genevieve also smiled, and kissed Laverna on the forehead. Then, she got up and held her hand out for her sister. “Come, you can tell me more about your night in your room.”

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Very far away from the princesses' residence, Raphael, now stripped down to a white shirt and pants (although he still wore his suspenders), found himself walking around his study room, while drinking whiskey.

Sitting on a nearby chair was Haarlep, their shirt having been thrown away a long time ago. “What troubles you?”

Raphael looked outside. “The older sister…she is hiding something.”

“Why do you think that?”

He sipped on his drink. “There was a moment, with her voice. It was as if she had cast a spell. I could even feel the magic in the air.” He raised an eyebrow in amusement. “She even looked nervous when she realized what she had done.”

“And what are you thinking of doing now?” Haarlep asked, bored.

“I will discover this little secret of hers. Then, I’ll use it as leverage against her, eliminating the threat and making my way towards Laverna easier.” Raphael finished his drink and turned towards Haarlep. “Which is why I’ll need you.”

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The next day, Genevieve found herself walking in the park, a parasol in hand to protect her from the sun and alongside her, holding onto his arm with her free hand, was an old friend, Wyll Ravengard, the son of Grand Duke Ulder.

“How is Karlach?” She asked him.

“She’s still adapting to this life but we couldn’t be happier.” Wyll smiled. He had just recently come back from his honeymoon, after battling so long to be able to marry Karlach, who was not a noble. “You must go visit us.”

“I will.”

A moment passed and Wyll examined Genevieve. She had a frown on her face as she looked at the people around them.

“Is something on your mind?” He asked.

“What? Why you ask?”

“It’s just you have that look on your face. The one you make when something is bothering you.”

She signed. “As you know, Laverna is looking for a husband, and last night during the ball, she felt smitten by Raphael.”

Wyll stopped walking. “The half devil?” Genevieve nodded. “This is bad news.” Given Wyll’s history with this type of fiend, it was no wonder to her that he was worried.

“Precisely. I told her to be careful with him but I’m still afraid something worse might happen.” She gulped. “Besides, I overheard him saying something about manipulating my sister.”

“These fiends, they are all like this. You mustn’t let him get close to her. Should she make a deal with him, or worse, get married, the consequences could be dire” He signed.

Genevieve looked at his horns. Nowadays, they didn’t bother him as much, but when he was first punished by his patron, Mizora, for breaking their contract, Wyll struggled to adapt to his new looks. It was around that time that she had gotten close to him, considering she was the only person in the nobility that was a tiefling.

“I will try my best.” Genevieve said. “But… there is something else I’d like to talk about with you.” She pointed towards a bench that was in a more secluded area and shaded by a tree.

They made their way there and sat. Genevieve looked around and whispered close to him. “My magic has been getting out of control.” She looked down at her covered arms. “Last night, it even made my voice louder.” She held Wyll’s hands. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t worry, Genevieve. We’ll find a way.” He looked down at her left arm. “But don’t you think it would be better if you told your family about it? They could help you find a teacher. I even know a wizard, Gale of -”

“No!” She whispered. Looking around and seeing no one nearby, Genevieve removed the glove that covered her left hand. Although the tiefling had white skin, her left hand, from the point of her fingers to almost her elbow, was entirely pitch black.

“Everytime I use magic, this takes more of my arm.” She looked back at Wyll. “I’m already the pariah of my family, if they knew I was a sorceress too, my grandma would get rid of me for once and all.” She quickly put her glove back on.

Wyll sighed and nodded. “I’ll see what I can do to help.”

“Thank y-” before she could finish, she heard the sound of someone falling down next to them. When she looked at where the sound came from, she was shocked. “Is that Astarion?”

The white haired elf was walking away from where the tree was. When they called him, he ignored them and kept walking.

“How strange.” Wyll said.

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Later that evening, Genevieve had been summoned by her mother. Walking in the room, she curtsied and asked “You called, Mama?”

“Yes. Genevieve, there is a man that wishes to speak to you.” Agatha motioned her hand and none other than Raphael appeared in the room.

“What are you doing here?” Genevieve asked. Her mother gave a disapproving look at her tone.

“I wish only to remedy a misunderstanding between us, your highness.” He said, bowing his head.

“I have no wish to talk to you.” She said, angrily.

“Genevieve! Give the man a chance to speak.”

“Yes, princess, listen to your mother.” He smirked.

She huffed and then signed. “Alright.” Genevieve looked at her mom. “Mother, could you give us a moment alone? These are private matters.”

Agatha looked at the two of them for a moment and then obliged. After the elven woman left, Genevieve shot him daggers with her eyes. “What is that you want, devil?”

“You should be more careful with your tone, your highness.” He walked close to her. “Lest you want all to know your little secret.”

Her eyes widened for a moment but she tried to suppress her surprise. “I do not know what you talk about.”

“You don’t?” Raphael smirked. In a flash, he removed her left glove and held her wrist high. “What is this, then?”

She pushed him away. “Go back to the hell you belong.”

“Don’t you want this back?” He said, raising the glove in his hand. Before she could speak, he began to talk, walking around the room while examining the piece of clothing. “You see, last night, I knew I had sensed the presence of a cantrip in the air, one coming from you, but I could not put my finger on it. You can imagine my surprise when my good old incubus friend told me how he listened to you moan and complain to Lord Wyll Ravengard about your…magic problem.”

Genevieve’s face fell. Incubus could take the form of anyone they had…sexual relations with. It had not been Astarion she had seen, but a fiend wearing his face.

She sighed. “You got me. Go on, go tell everyone what you’ve found.”

Raphael frowned. “What?”

“Isn’t that what you’re going to do? Snitch one me, so that my family will drive me away, leaving the path towards Laverna completely clear?”

He laughed, while Genevieve made a face. “Oh no dear, you misunderstand me.” He put a hand on his chest. “I would never do such a thing.”

“Then what is it that you want?”

Raphael smirked. “I can help you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Help me?” Genevieve crossed her arms. “And how would you do that?”

“I could find the source of where your powers come from. Remove the magic, make that mark that covers your arm go away.”

“Could you?”

“I have the means to do so. And should I find myself unsuccessful, I could, in turn, teach you how to keep that in control.” He walked close to her once again, taking her hand and putting the glove back on. “No more outbursts of magic.”

Genevieve took a deep breath. “And what would you want in return?”

“You’ll allow me to court your sister, and should she want, marry her. You won’t say a single bad thing about me to her, and you won’t stand in my way.” He smiled. “Quite simple if you ask me.”

Genevieve furrowed her brows in thought. She did not know if she should trust him, especially considering what happened to Wyll but at the moment, he had been the only person to offer her some solution to her problem. But she also didn’t want him to get close to Laverna.

“I’ll do it on two conditions.” Genevieve finally said. “When you meet with Laverna, I’ll be the chaperone.” Before he could protest, she finished. “I won’t say a bad word about you, but it would look poorly to society to see my sister alone with a man. Besides, if she felt that I had given approval, she’d feel better.”

She could only hope that Laverna wouldn’t actually fall for him. Maybe Genevieve could find someone who was a better match in the meantime.

“And what is the other?”

“If Laverna expresses that she doesn't want anything with you, you’ll let her go. You won’t force her hand.”

Raphael thought for a moment and then nodded. “It seems that you have a deal, princess.” He smirked and snapped, disappearing in thin air.

Genevieve sighed, thinking of what she had just done.

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valerie · 4 months

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TWITL - week 3 - gray days with some rain

MONDAY - 15 January https://flic.kr/p/2psGyKV Miguel Ángel Silvestre en la primera temporada de Los Enviados I finished doing screenshots of MAS in Los Enviados, season 1. Yah! Now I can start season 2 screenshots. Sometimes I wonder why I still do such things. Am I just passing the time? I'm really not going to do anything with ALL the screenshots. I'll pick the best one and edit/filter it then post to IG at some point. I don't share the gallery. Maybe I should... TUESDAY - 16 January Back to work today! Joy? https://flic.kr/p/2oPFSat Miguel Ángel Silvestre en la primera temporado de 30 Monedas 30 Monedas/30 Coins - We finished season two last night! What can I say about the second season? I don't even know quite yet. I hope it gets a third season because I have so many questions!... I will say that Paco was a bit better in this season than last. I think the theme of his life is that his women will not ever really appreciate him and always yell at him. :P I'm being silly but it just seemed like Elena was always yelling at him and Merche was just evil. I couldn't really relate to them at all. Am I supposed to be sympathetic towards Merche? I'm not. Elena almost gets a pass because she has been through some crazy things. Yowsa! WEDNESDAY - 17 January https://flic.kr/p/2psSmJX I do so love when Sully likes comments on his IG posts... It always tickles me when Sullivan Stapleton likes the comments on his IG posts. And as I comment on his IG posts, that means he sees my words. I appreciate that he takes the time to read and like the comments posted on his IG. I find it rather sweet. THURSDAY - 18 January https://flic.kr/p/2pt8tuC William Gregory Lee in the CSI: NY episode "Past Imperfect" So I'm still on a nostalgia wave. HTLJ/XWP on Amazon Prime. My friend Beth asking if she can use my Temple of Ares character in a new story she's thinking of writing. Doing those screenshots of Erik. The 25th anniversary of my most favorite photo taken on Greg's 26th birthday coming up. (WTH, Greg turned 26 that day I was in Santa Monica?! I FEEL SO OLD!) My friend Paula grabbing that creative string to tell a tale from our Temple of Ares days. All of these things are just making me look back with fondness and amusement and gratitude. FRIDAY - 19 January The Wayback Machine at archive.org has been a way for me to look back on those days in the late 90s/early 00s. I found the Temple of Ares and my particular stories archived, which is a great thing since I don't have those stories saved anyway. One day soon I need to do the whole copy and paste thing. Just to have for myself. SATURDAY - 20 January Sweet goodness, the San Francisco 49ers won against the Green Bay Packers tonight. Whew! The hubby got to go to the game. I got to stay home. It was raining out there and I'm mostly glad that I wasn't out at the stadium getting soaked. I'm just not made for that kind of spectating. https://flic.kr/p/2ptCdht me at home; a view from the field; facetime screenshot Oh, I posted the screenshot of the short FaceTime with the hubby and I got a few likes and one comment. The one comment was a "block" gif, as in my post somehow offended the commenter and they would be blocking me. I checked out his profile (because of course it was a man) and apparently his timeline (probably the "for you" one) was showing him a bunch of Niners posts because he had been arguing with Niners fans. My post somehow offended him and he took the time to post a comment with a block gif because why? Perhaps he wanted to argue. I do not argue with assholes. No, I block and then take to my blog to talk shit about them. Here's some advice to those kind of people-- you don't like something, scroll on by. I don't give a flying fuck if you want to block me (and he didn't because I was able to see him). Block me. But if you think that you're going to argue with me on my profile, it's not going to happen. Also, do other football fans not like Niners fans? I am obviously biased but I didn't think we were the kind of fans who annoyed other fans. I consider myself to be a nice person and a reasonable fan. I don't like to talk shit about other teams or their fanbase. Or if I do talk shit, I keep to a tight circle of friends who don't take that kind of stuff personally. Actually, I never talk shit to someone about their team. I don't like spreading negative energy. No, I'll just secretly cheer for their team to lose. I'll admit that much. https://flic.kr/p/2ptCns1 Thomas Beaudoin as L'Expert in Top Dogs While I had the game on, I distracted myself by turning on my VPN so I could watch a Canadian show called Top Dogs. I mostly just skipped to Thomas Beaudoin's scenes to do screenshots. It's all in French so I don't know what they're saying but I get the gist of some of it. Thomas' character seems a little, hmm, awkward? I cannot stop thinking of him as a Clark Kent type and his character in this show is really feeding into the notion. The episodes are short, under fifteen minutes, which made doing screenshots easy enough. I'm already finished with season one. https://flic.kr/p/2ptAsZE One more of Thomas in Top Dogs... I had another dream about Nana's house. I'm not sure what the situation was but we were in it, marveling at how much bigger it was inside than it looked on the outside. For some reason, when I dream about houses, the bedrooms are so much bigger, with such ridiculous proportions. I'm not sure what that's saying about my psyche or subconscious but so it goes. In this dream, the bedroom had two beds in it and the front part had living room furniture so it felt more like a loft or something but it was a bedroom. I think I dreamt of her house because I was wondering the other day what was going on with it. Is someone living there now? Has it been sold? What happened to all of her stuff? Were her things dispersed as payment for taking of her? Did anyone in the family get anything? Are we just supposed to be happy that her funeral was taken care of? SUNDAY - 21 January https://flic.kr/p/2ptLdNa And another one of Thomas Beaudoin in Top Dogs I'm on the second season of Top Dogs. What's going on with Thomas' character? Is he a bad guy now? I'm sure I'd be less confused if I actually spoke some French, eh? https://flic.kr/p/2ptaULE taken on the second floor of the library I've been using Hipstamatic more and since the turn to 2024, I've been posting Hipstamatic shots as my photo of the day for Project 365 (@vasiakiari at IG). This week or so, I discovered the double exposure feature. I'm still learning but a couple of the shots have turned out rather interesting. I'm going to keep practicing. It's fun! https://flic.kr/p/2ptddqn another one from the library I'm having fun on Duolingo but I wonder if I'm learning as fast as I should. I make sure I do a few lessons everyday of Spanish and French. I think having had Spanish in high school helps me a little to do well with the Spanish lessons so I feel like the real challenge is French. I feel like if I really want to stretch myself, I need to watch or listen to more things in Spanish and French. One day, I'd like to know enough to really understand then venture out to learning Italian too. Learning is fun and frustrating! https://flic.kr/p/2psvro9 My busy month is nearly upon me. I have some stuff due for a state report at the end of the month then my transfers begin for the month of February. The questions have already started and I have to remember to be grateful the questions are coming BEFORE open enrollment beings as opposed to AFTER the requests are due. I also have to remember to not be frustrated by the people who don't want to accept the process and the reasoning for why they're not going to get what they want. (You would not believe the entitlement some people have. Or maybe you would believe it.) Everyone should watch Percy Jackson and the Olympians. It's such a great show! Makes me want to read the books again, which I will probably do after I finish Jessica Simpson's book or after our next book club book... Still need to watch Echo. Is it good?... Hope everyone has a great week! Read the full article

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fredcasden · 1 year

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Notes 12/26/22

Good afternoon everyone,

Yesterday we had quite a lot of family come by to visit for Christmas, and it was awesome. In one big way it certainly brought a smile to my mom's face with everyone being there, in another it was the first time my cousins got to my brother's kids, and they hit it off famously, which was awesome to see. It really was an incredibly day.

Of course the topic of what's going on with mom came up, with her starting her radiation treatments on Tuesday, so we have that to contend with in the coming days. I think we've prepared at much as possible to make sure she's comfortable, and I'm hoping the treatments will help provide some pain relief for her. If anyone would like to donate to her gofundme in her fight against cancer, you can do so at: https://gofund.me/6adf8354

Last night's stream of Overwatch 2 was... problematic, as my upload speed and latency were all over the place from the time I started too about about 9:30 PM ish. These were similar to what happened on Friday evening, when everything went to crap on my Birthday stream. I basically kept the stream going and extended it till about 1:15 AM, so we still ended up with 3 Hours and 30 minutes of footage for the YouTube Archive. I did DM Xfinity Support and they did admit there some signal concern, and I know for a fact it has nothing to do with the modem or cables, it has to do with their own infrastructure that serves the area.

Anyway, we we got in plenty of matches as Lucio, Junker Queen, Junkrat, Torbjourn and other characters, with one Play of the Game added to the month as Junker Queen. We completed the Season 2 Battle Pass, so now it's just progression to see if we can get all the prestige titles for the season. Big thank you to BangBangBang for being apart of a lot of the matches.

For the raid, we sent all the viewers over to x9abenonymous9x who was playing Resident Evil: The Director's Cut over at twitch.tv/x9abenonymous9x!

Got a good portion of the Callisto Protocol short story commission written yesterday before family came by. I'll probably finish it this afternoon or after the stream.

Today's Fitness Boxing 2 daily workout featured Double Combo #1, Body Straight Combo and Body Uppercut Combo for 28 minutes.

What do you call HIJKLMNO? H20!

Song of the Day: Too Good At Goodbyes by Sam Smith

For tonight's stream, the plan is to continue Pokemon Violet. I actually forgot where I left off at, so we'll see what direction I want to head in.

So on that note we'll see you later over at twitch.tv/fredcasden!

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the-pit-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Uniforms and broken hearts

Falling in love with the boy next door: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Summary:Y/n finally finds out what she’s been dreading.

Warnings: talk of war and death, lgbtq rep., 18+ please smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nipple play, p in v intercourse, car sex

It was a Saturday night in the middle of fall, Y/n and her mom had been working on a rather large dinner, per Rubies request. A juicy beef roast, mashed potatoes, seasoned green beans and homemade rolls. Then, for dessert, a strawberry pie that y/n had perfected. It was to be a feast fit for a king or at least a diplomate.

As she worked on forming the bread dough into small rolls, y/ns mind couldn’t help but wonder to Bucky. Should she invite him over for dinner or wait and bring over left over after? Maybe she could invite him for some pie. Y/n’s heart fluttered thinking of seeing Bucky again. Buckys and her outings had become more frequent lately. Going to the drive-in then dinner, more dancing and anywhere else they wanted to go. Tonight Steve and Bucky were accompanying Loretta and her girlfriend, Dolores on their secret date.

Y/n was the first to know that Loretta was into girls and with her support she went told Steve and Bucky. At the time Loretta didn’t have a girlfriend but whenever she did, Bucky and Steve where there to be her fill in boyfriends so no one would mess with them.

Margret looked over at her eldest daughter, if it were other circumstances she would have chuckled at Y/n’s smitten heart but guilt was gnawing in her stomach. Heart break was going to be inevitable and it would be better she told her now.

“Y/n.” Margret said bringing her out of her thoughts.

“Yes.” She responded placing the last bit of dough in the pan.

“There is something that-.”

“Something sure smells good in here.”

Mr. Y/L/N was stepping in the door way with his briefcase, home from a day of hard work.

“Welcome home, dad.” Y/n put the pan in the oven before going over to her dad, placing a light peak on his cheek.

“Thank you dear. How’s my gorgeous wife?” He states moving over to Margret with arms wide open. Wrapping her up in his arms he placed a quick kiss on her lips.

“Happy that my husband is home.” She smiled lovingly at her husband.

“What do you need a hand with?” Her husband questioned looked down at the busy stove.

“Oh, nothing dear, just waiting for the rolls and the roast to finish.” She said flicking her hand toward the food.

“If you want, the cream needs to be whipped for desert.” Y/n joked.

“ I think I’ll let the professional handle that. Last time I tried to whip cream it ended up on the ceiling some how.”

The girls giggled and Mr. Y/L/n moved to the living room to greet his other two children.

“Tell Ruby and Henry to start setting the table please, dear.” Margret called after the twins before returning to the stove.

“What were you saying mom?”

Guilt once again sank in Mrs. Y/L/n stomach, Y/N bright smile cutting her deep the thought of her daughters broken heart.

“Just, thank you for helping me with dinner, darling.”

“You don’t need to thank me mom.”

“I know dear, but still.”

With the food done and the table set, everyone sat down for the delicious dinner. Henry said “Ruby!” in a rushed fashion, anxious to get to the food in front of him.

“Wow mom everything looks so good.”

“Well thank your sister. She helped a whole lot.”

“Thank you, y/n.” The younger siblings sound in unison.

After dinner was devoured, dessert was immediately requested and Y/N obliged. When everyone was satisfied with their piece, Y/N sat with her own piece at the end of the table.

Mrs. Y/L/N was at ease with the conversation absent of any talk about the upcoming war thus far.

Taking a bite of the strawberry pie it all came to a screeching halt when Henry piped in, “Dad where is Bucky going?”

Mrs. Y/L/N heart jumped into her throat and down into her stomach at the same time.

“What do you mean?” His father answer.

Margret tried to catch her husbands attention. She knew that Y/N was looking over also confused by the question.

“Mary Ann said Bucky was leaving but she didn’t say where. Is he leaving forever?”

Leo cleared his throat as his attention was still solely on Henry, missing his wife attempts to get his attention.

“Well, Bucky is going to fight in the war a-“

“LEO!” Margret cried.

She finally turned to her eldest, who was now slack jawed and glossy eyed.

“Oh shit.” Her dad cursed lowly, “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t-“

Y/N stood up abruptly, her napkin falling to the floor and silverware skipping off the table.

“I-I have to go.” She says in shock.

“Please be careful Y/N.” Her mother begs, knowing there is no stopping her. She nods as she grabs car keys and a coat before she is out the door. She nearly trips over her clumsy slipped on flats.

Stumbling into the divers seat, she nearly loses the keys three times as she tries to put it into the ignition. Her shaking hands grip the wheel and she takes a deep breath to try and calm her whirling mind, even just for a few minutes. If she was gonna drive she needed a clear head.

Then she peeled out of her driveway and driving down to the fair where Bucky was supposed to be.

Y/N had parked the car three blocks away from fair. Several streets were full of cars and the only reason she had gotten that parking spot was because a car was leaving said space. She held back from running afraid she might miss Bucky in the large crowd.

Every minute felt like a hour as she searched, her mind ached from the constant reeling back and forth. She ignored stares and cat calls from other young men dressed in military green. She ignored the grand displays of the latest science finding and theories. She ignored the giggling of the young girls on the arms of their man, just like she should have been.

By the time she was about to give up on her search her feet ached, her head hurt, and her cheeks were wet with tears.

Maybe he was home by now. Surely he wouldn’t leave without so much as a word to her.

Her body jolted to a halt as she heard Bucky’s name. Spinning she looked frantically before spotting Bucky towering over Steve. They seemed to be arguing about something. It was probably some to do with Steve’s attempts to register for the army but Y/n didn’t have the time for that now.

She moved toward him but was suddenly shoved aside by a group of soon to be shipped off soldiers and their many dates and friends. She tried to keep her eyes on Bucky through the trawl of people but he ended up walking out of sight along with Steve. As the group passed she paced over to were he had been. At first she panicked not seeing them at first but then she spotted them down the street. She raced down the street, following them down a alleyway, that they often used as shortcut.

“Bucky!” She shouted causing him to stop.

Loretta and Dolores turned around and relaxing as they saw their friend but seeing her face, it was clear that this wasn’t a pleasant reunion.

“Thanks for walking us home Bucky.” Loretta said before tugging Dolores down the street to their apartment.

The night was now eerily quiet around them now.

“Were you going to tell me?” She said lowly.

“ I... I don’t know.”

“So you were just going to leave tomorrow without saying anything.”

“Y/n I’m going to war, not summer camp. I don’t know if I’m coming back and I don’t want our last moment together to be this broken, sad goodbye.”

“So you were going to settle for nothing at all?”

“If that meant that you could keep all the good memories of me then, yes.”

Wet trails streaked down y/n cheeks as they stood in the summer night.

“Well that is unbelievable cruel James Barnes.” The look she gave him held no anger just melancholy. “It is cruel that you would remove any chance for me to tell you that I love you.”

Y/n stepped to him, closing the gape that stood between them. Her palms resting on his chest, the fabric of his jacket chilly under her touch. His own hands meeting her hips, and he couldn’t help gravitating her body closer to him.

“My apologies doll. You know,” he chuckled, “I was planning to tell you that I loved you the second I got back.”

“That’s quite the assumption Bucky Barnes. To think I would wait for you after you left me without so much as a good bye.”

“Call it wishful thinking.”

Y/n chuckled as she cradles Bucky’s jaw. They both look to each other, their eyes glistening with faint tears.

“Well I would wait for you, my love.” She whispers.

“I’d move every continent if that meant I could get back home to you.” He echoed.

“Maybe don’t do that much, just come home when this is all over, okay?”

“The second it’s over.” He agreed.

A strong wind blow through the trees, rustling the branches and leafs before dying down again. The silent night seeming more precious.

“Bucky?”

He hummed in responds.

“Kiss me?” Her words came out more of a plea than a question.

Bucky didn’t hesitate. Gently his lips brushed against hers, the sweet taste of strawberries still lingering on hers before pressing his lips fully to hers. Her fingers thread through his dark locks, tenderly fisting them at the roots. His hand nestling into her lower back and running up her hips and waist. Their sweet gentle kisses quickly dissipated into more heated, hungry kisses. Their tongues softly caressing each other, huffs of breath stolen between parted lips.

No matter how close they pressed into each other they needed to be closer.

They shuffle backwards, Bucky’s back meeting the side of his fathers car. Y/n’s hand shift down to the lapel of his jacket. Softly gripping the fabric in her hands, she moves her touch down to his buttons. She hesitates only for a moment before unclasping the top button. She waits for a moment, still kissing Bucky, to see if he stops her.

Feeling no resistance she continues to unbutton down his jacket. It isn’t until she reaches the last button that Bucky finally registers her intentions.

Breaking the kiss, he cradled Y/n’s wrist. Their breaths fan over each other, lips centimeters away from each other.

“Are you sure?” His blue eyes peering into your eyes, “We don’t have to do this now.”

“I want this, Bucky. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

She brings him back down to her lips before he has time to respond but he managed to smile against her lips.

Y/ns fingers continued to work along the buttons on his coat. As the last button is popped free she runs her hands from his abdomen up to his shoulders.

Her lips broke from his again, “Car” she breathed.

He nodded still holding her waist as he maneuvered around the door and they stumbled into the back seat. They giggle against each other’s lips as they quickly shoving themselves into the space and close the door behind them.

Bucky situated himself on the seat while Y/n straddled his hips.

“Y/n.” Bucky whispers against her lips.

Her hands ran along his shoulders again taking off the military green jacket. She smiles at the sound of her name coming from Bucky.

“Bucky.” She whispers back.

Y/n sheds her own jacket, revealing the dress underneath. He wanted to make a comment about how good she looked in it but was quickly detoured. He could only admire it for a moment before his focus went back to her facial features again.

Their lips tangled again with their fingers working at their clothing with renewed vigor. Y/n managed to get his tie undone and cussed at the buttons on his green dress shirt. She hated his god damn uniform, there are to many buttons. Just as she finished the last one, Bucky’s hands worked up her back to her zipper, pulling it down. A whimper escapes her, as the stroke of his fingers brush along her bare spine. They break apart again to wiggle out of their respective clothes. While Bucky rid his shirt completely, y/n only pushed the fabric down and let it bunch at her waist.

Huffs of breaths are expelled as they crave more air before they kiss each other hard again.

Bucky’s lips travel down her chest towards her naked breasts. His cock grows painfully hard against the confines of his pants. Excitement ripples to y/ns core as she can feel him against her clothed mound.

Pleasure explodes through her as his lips wrap around her harden pebble. Her breath hiccups as he gently sucks, her finger card through his hair and head lulling back. Her hair gets tussled as it brushing the ceiling of the car. He repeats the same on the other nipple, in turn moans began to spill from Y/ns lips. His lips pull away from her tender skin with a dull pop, peppering more kisses along her chest and up her neck.

With the assistance of his hair y/n guides his mouth against hers again, “I need you.” She breathed.

His belt jingled as he unfastened his pants, passing them down his legs. Y/n shifted off of Bucky to pull off her remaining clothes and he did the same.

At that moment, they look back at each other, with their blemished lips and flush bodies.

The world feel away around them as they sat naked in the back of a blue Hudson.

Y/n straddles his lap again, this time they are more tender with each other knowing what comes next.

Y/n gaze travels down to Bucky’s hard member. The tip was red and wet with pre-cum. Her mind began to raced thinking about him being inside of her. She had heard about sex many times from her friends and chats with her mom and her friends. From what she heard the first few time were uncomfortable and awkward, nothing like movies and book portrayed. Her mouth suddenly when dry, she had no idea what she was doing. Did Bucky know what he was doing? She had no desire to make a fool out of herself, especially tonight.

“Hey,” Bucky cradled her head, “Are you okay? Should we stop?”

“N-no. I’m fine.” She stuttered. Bucky frowns at her not fully convinced.

“Are you sure? Y/n, we can stop if you changed your mind.” His eyes reassure her, “I’m still yours without sex, you know that right?”

“I want this, I do, I’m just,” she pauses for a moment, “ I’m just nervous about the… experience, that’s all. I want it to be nice, y’a know?”

He nodded with understanding.

“I see. It will be nice as long as it’s with you. We can go at your pace, doll. Whatever you want to do.”

She smiles while his thumb brushed along her cheek, her eyes flutter shut. She cradled Bucky’s hand against her cheek. Feeling along his calloused knuckles and fingers. She begins to giggle, “ You remember when you clobbered Taron Zolofski for mouthin off about me.”

“Yeah, I remember sitting in your bathroom while you patched me up. I wanted to kiss you so bad then.”

“You should have.”

They both smile, breathy chuckles are exchanged between them. Gently kisses caressed their lips, romantic and slow. Bucky soothes up and down her naked waist, comforting y/n more than he knew.

“You know,” he said between the kisses, “I think even back then, I loved you.”

“Really?” She asked dreamily.

He nodded, “ I’m pretty sure you put a spell on me in your moms hollyhocks when we were little.”

She smiled and chuckled down at him. She leans down to whisper in his ear.

“Maybe I did.” Her tone sultry and seductive. Her confidence igniting again in her chest.

Bucky didn’t think that his cock could get any harder but when y/n trailed her tongue up his neck, he could hold back the stuttered gasp that escaped him. Pride bloomed in her chest hearing the effects she has on him.

“Ready?” He asked up at her.

She nodded her lip between her teeth. Bucky gripped his cock, guiding it to her lips. He stopped, waiting for her to sit down on him, letting her take all the control.

She took a heavy breath, shakily pressing down. He watched her carefully, every expression, every shiver. Ready to fully stop if need be. With the tip beginning to stretch her, she worried that maybe Bucky was to big for her. His tip felt so big compared to her tight entrance. She winces at the feeling.

“It’s alright baby.” He strokes her arm as he reassures her, “Relax and take it slow.”

She nodded before breathed in a few heavy breathes. Making sure she drop her shoulders and relax her thighs then focused back to Bucky. Their eyes never leaving each other. She pressed herself further into him. Her breasts flush again his chest, arms resting atop his shoulder.

She brings her mouth down to his own, their tongues meeting again.

She presses down a little more welcoming a little more of him into her. This time it was less painful so she takes another inch or two. She sighs a loving moan into their lips and he is rubbing the skin of her thighs. His thumb making small circles along the way.

She continues to inch until she is fully seated on him. The feeling of him inside of her is strange but comfortable. She is tight around his throbbing member. It isn’t painful but the heavy pressure is noticeable.

Y/n watched as Bucky’s eyes rolled closed and his head dipped backward, she was almost sure that was a good thing.

“Are you okay?” She whispered placing a kiss at his exposes throat.

“Perfect, doll. Your perfect.” He praised, his breathing coming out in short even spurts.

She gently cradles his head and guided his lips back to hers needing to taste him again,as they sat for a minute in their comfortable position.

It was only when y/n began rut into him that she decided to start moving again.

They both moan as the small relief as he began to slide out of her.

Her hands are in his hair now, fisting the strands. More moans are spilled as the uncomfortableness shifts into pleasure.

Bucky chuckled under his breath before he groaned.

“What?” Y/n whispered.

“You just unravel me so quickly. I haven’t even been inside you for that long and I’m already so close to coming.”

She smile with your bottom lip caught between her teeth and her hips begin to quicken against him.

“Are you close too?” He grunts out.

She kiss him deep trying to blow past the subject.

“Baby?” He mumbles against her lips.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. I want you to feel good.”

Without a word Bucky moved his hand lower to where your bodies where joined. The pads of his finger pressed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, his thumb gliding over to her swollen clit. His touch gentle at first, carefully stroking at a slow pace.

A new wave of pleasure ripples through y/n, making her eyes roll back and a hitched gasp mixes with a moan.

Bucky is taken aback, watching as her face quirks with pleasure.

They continue to thrust and rock as they both climb to their peak.

“Bucky.” She gasps, “I’m…I’m gonna,”

“Let go. Cum for me, my love.” He kisses against her skin.

Her body shakes to as she reaches the very top of her pleasure. She mewl and moaned as she tipped over the edge of her climax. She kissed Bucky hard and he begins to cum with her. He groans against her not daring to pull away from y/n. She continues to ride through her orgasm and only stops when they both begin to twitch from sensitivity.

Warmth spreads inside of her making her shiver, goosebumps form on her skin. Bucky’s hands soothed up and down her skin, as they both heaved deep breath’s.

“How was that?” Bucky smiled as their lips brushed.

“Wonderful. I can’t believe I waited this long.”

He chuckled, his hands snaking up her back making her shiver again.

“Well prepare yourself cause when I get back, you aren’t leave your bed for at least a week.”

“I’m holding you to that Barnes.”

They use the late hours of the night to talking and holding each other. Both hanging onto the hope that Bucky would return home safe and sound. They found themselves back at home in Bucky’s bed, cuddling and sleep as much as they could, before the sun inevitably rose in the morning.

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thestarrynightslover · 3 years

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I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 2

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 2,765

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, drug abuse, drug withdrawal, rehab facility and insecurities/self-sabotage (very, very slightly, tho).

Summary: You can read Part 1 here. What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone?

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: I think that this turned out better than Part 1? As always, I’m not sure, though. Just to make it clear here, I’m still on season 4 of Suits, so didn’t wanna get too much into any canonic details, self-preservation, lol. Anyhow, I hope you like it, and, ofc, feedback is always appreciated.

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

You and Harvey stayed in the embrace for a while, as you sunk in all the comfort emanating from him. He'd even started stroking your hair. The whole situation felt so intimate, that, by the time the two of you finally pulled away from each other, it was almost as if there was this cloud of embarrassment hovering around you both.

"Err… I'm s- sorry, I shouldn't have, um-" You started saying nervously but he cut you off.

"No, it's okay. And, um, I'm really glad you told me what happened… It's definitely a lot to deal with. And I was a complete asshole this morning. So I'm sorry." For a moment both you and Harvey just smiled at each other, sitting there in a comfortable silence. Until he decided to break it: "So, um, did you get her a lawyer? I'm assuming you wouldn't wanna represent her yourself because it could be problematic…"

"No, uh, yeah. It would be problematic.” You corrected him. “But the most I could do was make the cops get her a public defender, cause I called my dad when I was on the way there and he just wouldn't have me paying for anything else. He is a retired cop, so the pension isn't too great, the pride though… And I’m already covering Lisa's treatment because it's her best shot, but this…"

"And he wants to teach her a lesson." He completed what you were trying to explain.

"Yes."

"And you don't agree with him?" Harvey asked, almost reading your mind.

"Well, it's complicated. Because when I see what Kat's doing with her life… I get just as frustrated as my parents, and I really do want what's best for Henry." The fact that your sister wasn't what's best for her son was only implied. "But she's my little sister, you know?" As he nodded in understanding, you went on: "I wanna help her, but, at least for now, I think I'm just gonna wait and see if mom and dad change their minds… Which I think they will do! I mean, my dad was a cop for years. He knows what those places do to people. As much as we all desperately want her to get her shit together, I don't think that prison is where she'll succeed in doing so." You finished, voice filled with concern.

"Well, I don't think I would be as lenient, and compassionate, as you are, but I do see your point." Harvey told with a sympathetic smile. "Besides, she is your sister. And, trust me, I know what it is like to go out of your way to keep a sibling outta trouble." He added with a tired sigh, making you wonder how much you really knew about the man sitting in front of you.

"Either way, now I don't see much that I can do for her at the moment. Gonna try and have her attorney keep me posted, of course, but…"

"Yeah…"

"I just… I can't help but feel guilty about all of this, you know?" You said, after having stood up and turned your back on him, finally letting on what was bothering you the most to the other lawyer.

"No, not really, I don't." He stated simply while you just looked back at him with a shocked expression on your face. "I mean, there's not a single approach on this that makes me think you're to blame for anything." He explained himself, standing up as well this time.

"Harvey, I-"

"No, (y/n), let me stop you right there. What I see here is a family going through a rough situation with one of its members. Then three of the other members just try to do everything they can to get out of the initial situation, while another one just keeps making more problems for her family. And, right now? Today? You walked out on your bosses, risking a lot, to take care of your nephew. So, tell me again, how is it that any of these things happening to your sister are your fault when you’ve done nothing but help everyone in that goddamn family of yours, huh?" He asked you in a sarcastic tone.

“Well, it is very much my fault because I’m her big sister! I should have been there for her! Advising her, helping her, just, just being her friend…” You confessed your regrets to Harvey. “But, instead, I was too busy making my career.”

“And what the hell’s wrong with that? Look, I’m a big brother too. I get it. Ever since we were kids our parents imbued us with the role of ‘the responsible one’, always telling us to look after the youngest… But, hey! If you just threw all of your work up in the air and left running every time your sister had a run-in with a problem, you wouldn’t have made it this far! Not in this field anyway!” He practically spit the words in your face, going to battle with your self-sabotage, which was a very new side of you for him. “And you’re a freaking great lawyer! One of the best that firm’s ever seen. So don’t be sorry that you didn’t sacrifice all of that for being better than the amazing sister you probably already were!”

“You simply can’t know that.” You stated in a low voice, not really knowing how to respond to everything Harvey had just told you. He really thought all that about you?

“Yes, I can!” He yelled back, stepping closer towards you. “I can know that for a fact, because,” he started again, his face pretty close to yours this time, “because, I’m beginning to finally understand, even if just a little bit, who you really are. And because I always notice all the little things when it comes to you, which, in my experience, is how you actually get to know someone. You know, the details.” He told you in the sweetest tone, giving you a charming-Specter-like smile, he leaned closer, if that was even possible, God, was he gonna kiss you?

You had to pull away slightly, just enough for him to get the message. And, boy, how you regretted it! Sure, normally, you’d have a ton of bad things to say about him, but after that night… It wasn’t really that bad of an idea, the one of Harvey kissing you. No, nuh-uh! What were you thinking?! If much, you and Harvey were beginning a friendship there! And you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, let some ridiculous thoughts about how great he smelled rob you from that opportunity! Your inner struggle was interrupted by him saying:

“Hum, I- I should probably go, right? It’s, um, it’s getting pretty late…” He said nervously. You should be relieved right now. Because this assures that things between you and Harvey (your new friend?) aren’t gonna go too off the railroads anytime soon.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll, uh, I’ll walk you to the door.” So why is it that you sounded almost disappointed when you said that? “You know what they say, you gotta walk people to the door if you ever want them to come back…” You joked a little, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, right.” He shot back simply, with a small smile on his lips. “Bye, (y/n). Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.” You watched him turning around to leave when you remembered there was something else that Harvey deserved to hear from you. “Uh, Harvey!” You called out.

“Yeah?” He asked, turning back around to face you. And before you could even think it through one more time, you were already jumping in his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Thank you. For tonight. For everything.” You told him, as he slowly put his arms around your waist, hugging you back.

“It was no problem, (y/n), really. That’s what friends are for.” And, just like that, your day ⎼ turned into night ⎼ had gone from Earth to Hell, and, now, to Heaven.

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Around 7:30 in the next morning, as you gathered some of your work stuff, you heard someone knocking on the door. Who could it possibly be this time? You asked yourself while walking there to open it.

Once again you were surprised to be met by none other than Harvey Your-New-Friend Specter standing at your doorstep. With your supposedly locked-up little sister in tow. What the hell?

“Before you say anything,” he started, “this time I come bearing gifts!” He practically beamed at you, as Kat threw herself in your arms.

“Yeah- yeah, um, I can see that.” You stated, still very confused with the whole situation.

“Thank you so much for sending your friend to bail me out, sis!” Your sister squealed out. She looked so pale and thin; winter-like clothes on, even though it was only the beginning of the fall; and she was shaking. Effects of a rushed withdrawal, you guessed. “You’re the best! Now, where’s my little baby?” She asked you, as if everything that had happened was nothing.

“He’s, uh, he’s in a day-care facility. The best in the city, you have nothing to worry about.” You informed her, who seemed rather relieved to hear that news. “Can you, uh, can you please stay here for a minute while I talk to my, uh, my friend in the office, Kat?” You asked her with a calm smile on your lips.

“Yeah, of course. I’m not gonna break anything I promise!” She told you, sounding a lot like a wicked child.

“No, um, I know you won’t. If you want something to eat, please, help yourself.” You assured her, motioning to the kitchen.

“Oh, no! I’m not hungry! Mr.Specter took me to a diner before we came here.” She let you know, which just made you even more surprised, and confused.

“Oh, he did? Well, that was very nice of yours, Harvey. So, come with me?” You asked him in a sort of mockery tone while pointing to the room he’d just been in, the night before.

As soon as the two of you stepped into the office, Harvey started desperately: “(y/n), before you come at me for not running this by you first, just, please, hear me out for a second.” He pleaded with you, to which you just nodded your head. “So, last night. I heard what you said about your dad, and you don’t have to worry about paying me anything. I’m representing your sister as a friend of yours.”

“Wait a second. You mean you’re taking this pro-bono? Harvey, you do that and the whole firm is gonna know. And you promised.” You quickly accused him, even though you were very thankful for the way he just stepped up to solve one of your problems.

“I know! Let me finish, will you?” You nodded again while muttering an apology. “I’m not going to break your trust. And I’m not handling this pro-bono. The only people I’ll have to loop in are Jessica and Donna. And you know they won’t say anything.” He told you, but you were still a bit confused. “And, before you even ask, no, that doesn’t mean that either you or your family will be paying me anything. Also, I got your sister a spot in a top-of-line, very discrete, rehab facility, I have a friend over there, who said we can drop her off at any time. I just, um, figured that it’d be the best if she got professional help this time. Plus, on my talk with her, she agreed to sign papers that make you and your parents Henry’s temporary guardians. I really think that Kat wants to turn her life around this time, (y/n). She was very- Did I do something wrong? Because, err, you know me… I always find it easier to ask for forgiveness instead of permission, but, this time, I really did think that this would make you happy...” He trailed off with a confused look on his face while scratching the back of his neck

“Oh, I am happy.” You told him, still looking absolutely stunned.

“Then why, uh, why don’t you look happy?” He asked, sounding a bit hurt.

“It’s just that… I’m kind of surprised. How did you even think of all those things?”

“I, uh, it’s like I said yesterday, I notice things about you. And I really listened to what you told me last night. So I just started thinking about ways that I could solve this thing for you, ways that I could make you happy again throughout all of this storm.” He told you and it had to be the sweetest thing you’d heard from Harvey (hell, from anyone!) in your entire life. “But I understand that I overstepped, and I’m-” But since he just wouldn’t stop talking anymore, you had to cut him off in order to shut him up.

His eyes were in absolute shock for a moment, as he just stood reactionless in your grip. But then he got the message and pulled you closer, grabbing your waist tightly while your hands stood firmly wrapped around his neck. You were pretty sure that neither one of you was still breathing at that point, but you didn’t care. Because, God, his mouth tasted so good in yours, it was like they’d been made to kiss each other. The despair both of you were investing in the kiss was huge, but it was turning into a calmer kind of fire, as the air started becoming too necessary again. He pulled your mouths apart for a minute, you resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“You know…” He started, still catching his breath. “When I mentioned you coming at me, I hadn’t really envisioned this.” He joked, a victory smile on his lips.

“Ah, well, you know how upset it makes me when you simply won’t shut up.” You shot back with a shrug of your shoulders, smiling at him.

“Huh. Wish you would’ve shut me up like this every other time.” He mocked, earning a smack in the arm from you. “Ouch! Why’d do that?”

“Because you were being a dickhead, ruining our moment.” You gave him a fake irritated glance.

“Oh, c’mon! Tell me you didn’t think about it too!” He challenged, and you didn’t feel like giving him that kind of win at the moment, so you just pulled him back in for another kiss. One that may have lasted a little longer than it should have, considering that you two still needed to take Kat to rehab and, then, go to work so you could try and save your job. But, what could you do if he, and his body, and his mouth, and his eyes, and his everything were the only things that mattered?

As he rested his chin on top of your head ⎼ that was laid on his chest ⎼, you looked up, pulling away a little, him making sure you wouldn’t fall off the small couch. “Thank you, Harvey. For everything you did. For listening. For being here right now. For everything.”

“Don’t thank me, (y/n). You’ll never have to thank me for anything. I just want you to promise me one thing.” He stated seriously.

“What?” You asked, a bit hesitant.

“That, from now on, you’ll tell me all about it, every time you have a problem.” That was easy enough, you thought. But, you being you, simply had to ask.

“So that you can be here for me?” You questioned him with puppy eyes.

He just chuckled lightly. “Well, that too. But, mostly, so that I can make it ⎼ whatever it is ⎼ okay for you.” Your heart was on the edge of not being to take it any longer. What could have you possibly done to deserve that man?

“Okay, I promise.” You said, watching his expression begin to soften already. “But, only if you promise me the same. Because I wanna make it okay for you too.” While you thought Harvey was simply gonna say yes, he started laughing at you.

“Always the kick-ass corporate lawyer, I see.”

“Would you even have me any other way?” You joked back, more relaxed now.

“Yes, of course! I’d have you in any way you came to me. Which is why I promise too.” With that, you didn’t have any other choice but to kiss him again, because crying over the fact that Harvey Surprisingly-Romantic Specter was an absolute cinnamon roll was not an option.

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some-kindofgnome · 3 years

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you turn me on (i’m a radio)

bokuto comes over one night midweek while you’ve got the apartment to yourself. after a mishap with his favourite volleyball shorts, you take advantage of the privacy.

c: koutarou bokuto x reader

wc: 5.4k

tags: smut (18+ please!), college au, aged-up characters, oral sex (both receiving), praise kink, begging, soft and sloppy sex feat. bo the horny simp giving u the creampie of ur life, body worship if u squint

notes: bo has a fat ass and I have a praise kink. that is all. oh, wait, i should also mention that this is mostly unedited. so if u see typos feel free to point em out! thx 💕

the song this bit is named after is so sweet and sunny & makes me think of bo all the time, so give it a listen if you’d care to! ☀️

ALSO forgot to mention that this was inspired by a tiktok i saw like a million years ago where this girl was helping her boyfriend get out of his too-small rugby shorts. it has been lost to the ether but you better BELIEVE if i ever find it again i’ll be linking it here

EDIT: @karikarasuno the absolute ANGEL has scoured the internet and found the tiktok in question. p l e a s e go and watch it, u will not regret 😌

(MASTERLIST)

“’Kay, okay, I’m going!”

Bokuto tears himself from the tender press of your mouth in one fell swoop. As he whirls away with a tempted giggle, he combs his fingers through his mussed-and-sweaty hair. Practice was only two hours tonight, but he still doesn’t want to leave your side even long enough to shower.

You’ve only been dating for a few months, still lingering in that phase of every new relationship that feels too good to last. Your emotional involvement in one another deepens by the day, but you never fight. And you have a shamefully difficult time keeping yourself away from him. On a weeknight like this with no big assignments to speak of, you should be catching up on your readings, your chores, or even your sleep. But when you passed Bo in the quad earlier, pausing in your walk to class for a hi and a kiss, you’d invited him over before you could even stop yourself.

He’s nice to be around. Pleasant, unhindering. Even if you wanted to finish some readings or do some laundry while he’s over, he’s happy to be idle in your company. He is infuriatingly patient and understanding sometimes, compared to the slew of demanding, needy boyfriends that came before him.

You watch him retreat into the safety of your bedroom, grinning like a fool. He’s fresh out of practice and practically dripping in sweat, dried from the walk you shared from the athletic center. Your evening class that night wrapped up around the same time as his practice, and when you passed the gym doors on your way home, he was already loitering on the steps with his teammates. Instead of pretending he didn’t see you or offering you a casual, passing nod like you expected, he practically bounded down the wide concrete steps and introduced you gleefully to the pack of volleyball players behind him who already knew you well.

There was no way you were letting him go all the way home to shower first. Not when he’s never minded smelling like your orange-and-sandalwood shower gel in the first place.

Once he’s disappeared, you give a yawn and a deep stretch and haul ass off the couch, padding into the kitchen to tidy up the snacks you shared on the way in the door.

You’ve barely got the first plates in the sink before a muffled babe? from the bedroom gives you pause.

“Bo?” You call back, setting your handful down and trying to keep your brow from furrowing too deeply. “You okay?”

“Can you… um…” His response starts off strong, louder than before, but it dwindles into a dull, unintelligible mutter that sounds uncertain enough to send you away from the kitchen.

You gently shoulder the bedroom door open, frowning at his broad shape, silhouetted in the shadowy bathroom doorway from the light behind him. “What’s the matter?”

Feeling along the wall for the light switch, you illuminate the pot lights over your bed.

Bokuto’s cheeks are gently flushed as he waddles toward you with his thumbs dug into the waistband of his volleyball shorts. The fabric is tough and certainly seems clingy, but there’s a strain in his neck and shoulders that takes you a minute to pin down.

“I can’t…” he starts to say, trailing off, then pulls his hands out of his shorts and drops them to his side with a heavy, defeated sigh.

“They’re stuck.”

You force the corners of your mouth downward, tightening the line of your mouth to keep the mirth locked firmly in your throat.

“I can see that.”

He’s been hitting the gym hard lately, shoving down the calories to try and bulk up a little for the upcoming tournament season. And while you know he’s been putting on some weight, since he tells you just about everything, it never occurred to you that he might be bulking up quick enough to outgrow his favourite shorts.

Bo lets out a quiet little whine, digging a thumb into the waistband one more time and prompting you to step forward.

“How stuck are you?” You reach for him. He turns sideways, twisting his chin over one shoulder to try and assess the situation from every plausible angle.

Oh. You slap a hand to your mouth.

The waistband is rolled down around his hips and already strained to its absolute limit, stuck on the sharp swell of his butt and already compressing the flesh in a way that looks genuinely painful. He’s wearing a pair of tight white compression shorts underneath the uniform shorts in question, but they’re not doing much to aid the situation, either.

You’re eager to get him out of those shorts for several reasons now.

“Alright.” You try to keep your voice low, stepping up to his front and gently laying your hands on the stiff cotton roll at his hips. “Let me just-“

“I don’t know what happened,” he whines, slotting his hands on top of yours and squirming in between them. “They were hard to get on, but-“

“Don’t worry,” you interrupted softly. “We’ll get them off you one way or another.”

The fearful reflection of your sharpest kitchen scissors in his eyes suggests that he believes you.

Your first two attempts are about as successful as Bokuto’s solo endeavours. First, you wedge your hands into the fabric at his sides while he pushes from the front and back, but you give a hard shove while he lets up on the tension and his elbow very nearly connects with your nose, so you try a different approach.

Coming round to his backside, you dig your hands into the space between his uniform shorts and the tight spandex that holds what’s left of his modesty.

“Okay,” you pant, already a little breathless after dodging Bokuto’s flying elbows. “What if I-“

“Hang on,” he prompts, but it’s too late. You wind up and jump as hard as you can, using the downward force generated to try and shove the confining waistband down over his hips. It slides down another couple of inches, and inspiration flares in your chest as Bokuto turns over one shoulder, sweating.

“It’s working!” Your voice comes shrill with excitement, and before he can stop you you’re jumping again, shoving even harder this time. You meet resistance this time, and before you can clue in to what’s pushing back Bokuto howls in pain and doubles over, clasping his palms between his thighs.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” You drop to one knee beside him as he descends into pained laughter.

“’S alright,” he promises, “I didn’t want kids that bad, anyway.”

You can’t help the snort that bubbles forward from your chest. Bo straightens slowly as his pain fades, but you stay on your knees, determined to get him undressed without resorting to textile violence.

Determination settles heavy and proud across your shoulders. You look up through your brows at him and when your eyes meet, his cheeks pink softly.

“We got this.”

Bokuto’s throat bobs. He nods shallowly and pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

You slip your hands into his shorts again, rolling them slowly down his thighs. Bokuto averts his eyes, letting out another audible gulp. Just when you’re starting to get somewhere, his hips twitch and he shifts his weight restlessly from one leg to the other.

“Stand still,” you scold, giving his hip a little slap. His breath hitches, hands flinching forward as he dips his torso backward.

“Um,” he pants. When you look up at him again, his neck and ears are bright red and he’s got his eyes trained firmly on the Star Wars poster hanging above your desk.

You level your gaze and realize two things.

1) Bokuto’s not wearing anything under his white compression shorts.

2) Apparently, your little scare wasn’t nearly as painful for him as he let on.

“Babe,” you tease. “I’m flattered, really.”

“C’mon!” He protests, scraping his fingers through the wild strands of his sweat-clumped hair. “What’d you think was gonna happen if you got down there all…”

“All what?” You lean forward without thinking, nuzzling the spandex that sits in the groove between his hip and his thigh. He groans deeply, letting his head fall back. His cock, thickening at the base, is still restrained tightly by the waistband of his shorts. You can practically see it throb into its confines, and his groan pinches tight with discomfort.

“Baby, please.” He’s wound his hands tightly in the front of his t-shirt by now, rucking it up over his belly for some way to dispel the tension. “Get ‘em off. Please.”

“You’re not exactly making it easier.”

A desperate whine from over your head suggests that maybe the time for jokes is passing. You abandon all coyness and tuck your hand under the weight of his balls, gently tugging down on the waistband and freeing all of him from its confining pressure. Bokuto gasps and lets his hips swing forward, but his dick swells quickly to fill its new, spandex restraint and you figure you’d better work quickly.

“God, this is really turning you on, isn’t it?” You can’t help the eagerness in your tone as you attack the swell of his hips one last time. With all his sensitive parts in the clear you don’t have to hold back, wedging and wrenching until the widest part of his pelvis is free and the shorts drop to the floor with a soft little triumphant rustle.

Bokuto groans like he’d just been strapped to a time bomb, stepping out of the fabric and kicking it towards the door. He drops the hem of his shirt and reaches for you, but you’re already leaning in to nose against the crook of his thigh some more, peeling down the stretchy, forgiving top of his compression shorts.

“Wh- babe.” He flushes. “I haven’t showered-“

“Don’t care,” you hum, entranced by the hypnotic length of his shaft, white spandex stretched sheer and dabbed with wet at the tip. “Want to taste you.”

“Are you s- oh, you’re sure.” His hands surge forward, this time soothing lovingly over the crown of your head as you tug the stretchy fabric down to his knees. His cock bobs eagerly against one thigh, unaffected by its confining endeavour, and you lean in and seal your mouth against the seam of his groin, where his shaft meets his body.

He is bulky and broad, thick cords of muscle and fat spanning his thighs and torso. His thighs and pelvis are dusted all over with wiry silver hair, and you bury your nose into the trimmed patch of it over his cock, licking eagerly at his soft skin.

Above you, Bokuto shudders hard enough to buckle his knees while you trace your hand up the stiff length of him. You’re trying your best to hide just how deeply you want to breathe him in, the addicting musk of his sweat filling your brain and sending deep throbs of arousal straight to your pussy.

“So hard,” you groan into his hip, “just from letting me get on my knees for you?”

He draws a sharp breath through his teeth, squeezing at the back of your head as his eyelashes flutter. His face is beet red from nose to hairline now.

“W-well, what else was I s’posed to- with you lookin’…” He is borderline incoherent, and you haven’t even put your mouth on him yet.

Adorable.

“You smell so good,” you murmur without thinking, flicking your eyes to his quickly when you realize what you’ve said. But it only serves to push his own arousal further, cock throbbing palpably between your fingers as he curses quietly through his teeth.

“Please,” he groans, letting his head roll back. “Don’t tease.”

You can’t deny a request as pleasantly worded as that.

After planting one more teasing kiss along the plane of his shaft, you draw back to his tip and give your tongue an enthusiastic flick, dipping it into his weeping slit. He yelps, and you swallow him down before he can ride out the shock, making him shiver. You can feel the tremor racking all the way down the column of his spine, his toes curling on the floor by your knees.

When you start to bob your head, his jaw goes completely slack. You’re learning to love the way he doesn’t hold back with you, a point made obvious by the expressions crossing his face as you settle into a steady rhythm. You can’t fit his entire length- impressive, not that he knows it- into your throat, but when you grip the base of his shaft with one hand and the spit from your throat drips eagerly between your fingers, he practically goes cross-eyed.

You fight the urge to smile around him, leaning into the way he fusses and grips at your skull.

“Nggh, babe, not gonna last long… when… suckin’ like that.” He’s grabbing your head with both hands, rocking his hips tightly forward in time with your gaudy slurping. You’re drooling all over your hand, spit dripping obscenely down your chin and onto the hardwood, but his whimpers are growing to obscene levels, punctuated by deep, chesty growls and quiet, slurred praise.

There’s no way you’re going to back off now.

You’ve been with Bo long enough to know his tells, so when his thighs start twitching and his voice pitches from his chest into his throat, you re-double your efforts, intensifying his pleasure until he’s howling and panting like a beast, rocking tightly into your mouth with his abs drawn tight as a bow.

“Ohhh, babe, lemme cum on your tits,” he pleads, slurring every syllable together as he looks down at you with unimaginable bliss mounting in his gaze. “Please, please, please, your tits, lemme cum on ‘em.”

With a smirk touching one corner of your mouth, you drop your free hand between his thighs. Until now it had been braced delicately on his hip, gently mitigating the wild bucks and twitches of his body giving into ecstasy. But you’d picked up one little trick that never failed to boost him over the edge- and send him falling that much further as a result.

As you draw your mouth back from his twitching cock, you close your free hand around the heavy sack of his balls- drawn up tight to his thighs in preparation for his orgasm- and give the supple skin a gentle little tug while you arch your back and jerk him off against the swell of your chest.

Bo’s voice shoots up a twelve-tone as his hands slide from your hair to your cheeks. His fingers tremble as he cups your face, throwing his head back with a wild yowl and wildly humping your fist. The first long spurt of his cum hits you square in the throat, dripping down between your collarbones and soaking the neckline of your tank top as he rides out the powerful waves of his climax. By the time it’s over, his thighs are shaking hard, tough lines of muscle standing out against the silver hair while his cock dribbles ripe streams right down your shirt.

He deflates with a heavy, heady sigh, falling to one knee in front of you and keeping your face gathered between his palms.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he moans, leaning in to capture your mouth and dip his tongue sloppily against yours. As soon as he’s found your lips he skates his hands down your shoulders to your breasts, lovingly cupping and thumbing the tightening buds of your nipples where thick shots of his cum are soaking into the white cotton. You can’t help the shaky little sigh that catches at the back of your throat, or the aching way you lean into his touch.

“G’nna-“ he cuts himself off, dipping his face into your throat. He licks into the tender column of your windpipe, bringing one big palm to the back of your neck to hold your head steady while he tucks his chin in and tastes the wet stripes of his cum that paint your décolletage. You’re not exactly sure what to expect, but the long, wet groan he lets into your chest is a pleasant surprise. He slides his hands from your neck to your shoulders to your sides and up the plane of your back, drawing you closer while he laps the mess from your collarbones and neckline.

“C’mon,” he mumbles into the swell of your left breast. “Gotta taste all of you.”

He slips his arms underneath you, lifting you with little more than a quiet grunt of effort as he gets to his feet. He holds you lovingly against his chest, striding slowly across the room and depositing you onto the bed with a smooth little bounce.

You hardly have the space to catch your breath before he braces a knee on the mattress beside you and leans down for another taste of your lips, kissing you slow and loving and skating a palm down your front. He slips his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, slipping his fingertips across your clit and making you yelp. Chuckling into your mouth, he dips his fingers lower and gasps.

“God,” he sighs. “Shoulda known you were holding out on me.” He sinks his middle finger into your clingy depths while he catches your mouth under his one more time. You’ve been unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, pinned sensuously under his touch, but as he curls his fingers against the restrictive insides of your leggings, you whine deep and slow into his mouth, arching your back to push your hips into his touch.

He doesn’t linger, drawing his hand from you and curling it in the waistband of your leggings instead. You’re slipping your fingers under the hem of your soiled tank top, pulling it up to expose the bare swell of your breasts.

“Let me?” He poses it like a question, pulling your leggings and underwear down and fluttering a kiss to the newly exposed skin below your belly button.

“Please,” you pant, already planting your feet in the fluffy sheets to lift your hips and help him undress you.

He pulls your leggings and underwear down over your hips in one smooth motion, pulling just a little harder than necessary to make you gasp and giggle. Your ass lands on the mattress all at once, punctuated by another handful of mirth that you can’t keep contained.

Bo’s grinning down at you as he balls up your clothes and tosses them toward the hamper like a mid-court basket shot. He doesn’t wait to find out if they made it, though, settling himself between your knees and gathering your hips into his arms.

“So soft,” he purrs, kissing the velvet skin of your tummy.

“Bo,” you whine. It’s your turn in the hot seat, and now the idea of teasing isn’t half as appealing as it was when you were on your knees.

“What? You don’t want me to take my time with you?”

You groan, letting your head flop back against the pillows as your eyes slip shut. Now that he’s got you bare, with his breath puffing hot and wanting over your tender skin, it’s hard to focus on anything but what you want.

“Don’t be mean,” you whine, but the hot press of his tongue on your inner thigh shuts you up fast. He moans low and rumbly against the damp of your skin, sinking his teeth gently into the fat of your thigh and giving a noisy suck.

“You’re so ready for it,” he muses, eyes darting sideways to admire your weeping slit. The buzz of his voice shoots right down the column of your spine, vibrating pleasantly at the base of your tailbone and sending goosebumps racing up your torso.

“Man,” Bo sighs, planting one hand on each thigh and pushing them apart. “You must really like suckin’ me off, huh?”

“I swear,” you grit. “I’m never touching your dick again if you don’t-“

He doesn’t waste another minute, leaning down and sealing his mouth greedily over your slit. The payoff is there for both of you, if the sound he makes when he dips his tongue between your folds is anything to go by.

The relief comes on swift wings as soon as he lets his tongue wander, stoking the fire that had been burning dangerously low and hot in your gut. Your thighs twitch in toward his ears while he tastes your messy slit, but his palms are as strong as shackles, keeping you open and vulnerable for him.

Bo prods his tongue forward, pressing inward as far as he can with a tiny little strained groan of effort. You cry out and clamp down around his tongue like a vice, a reaction he feels so vividly it makes him whip back from your body with a laugh.

“Don’t stopppp,” you plead, but his face is already disappearing between your thighs again, and you wrap your fingers in the hem of your tank top while he re-focuses his efforts on your swollen clit. He’s pressing his hips forward in a slow tempo that matches the patterns he tongues between your thighs, softly humping the mattress in time with your pleasure.

You’re sensitive and ready for him, stomach tightening smoothly when he settles into a rhythm. His technique is sloppy but he makes up for it in eagerness, pausing only to take deep breaths through his nose. He smiles into your skin and you can feel the way his mouth twitches against you, making you arch your back and slide one hand between your legs to rake through the silvery strands of his mussed hair. He grunts hard against your clit and you jump, giving him the chance to slip his hands under your thighs and hook them over his shoulders.

When he swallows you down this time, there’s something in the changed angle that drives pleasure straight down your back, letting it reverberate all the way into your toes. You flinch hard between his hands, and as he settles back into his messy, enthusiastic rhythm, you feel the telltale twinges of your building climax.

“Bo-“ you choke on his name.

He flicks his gaze to yours and his eyes flash, bright and golden. He knows your tells, too, and he sinks his fingers into the fat of your thighs, re-doubling his efforts and sucking a languid rhythm into your needy clit.

“Fuck,” you sputter. “Fuck, f-fuck, I-ah-“

Your mouth drops open, but the scream dies in your throat as white-hot pleasure bursts through your veins. Bokuto is heartbreakingly persistent, keeping up his ministrations while you claw at his hair and clamp your thighs down around his temples and ride the waves of your orgasm as gracefully as possible. By the time the sharp, burning pleasure’s raked its way through you, all your limbs have gone tense, and when it’s over you collapse, sweat-soaked, to the sheets beneath you.

Bo’s trembling between your legs, and when he surfaces his cheeks and ears are maroon. His cock is still twitching against his belly, bobbing as he gets onto his knees and still weeping long streams of spend.

“Oh.” The word flies from your throat before you can trap it, and he rubs your thighs soothingly with both hands as he takes a shaky, cleansing breath.

“You’re so-“ he starts to say, but you reach for him and he’s got no choice but to dip his cheek into your palm, flushing even deeper at the open way you stare.

“C’mere,” you prompt. Bo takes the bait and flops forward, landing stomach-first on the bed beside you and pillowing his head between your slick breasts. The position ought to be comical, but the weight of him is immensely soothing, rising and falling with the even pulse of your laboured breath.

You lie that way for a long while, staring vacantly past your reflection in the dark window beside your bed. The nighttime chill radiates through the glass, cooling your heated flesh. Your body aches with the fresh sensations of climax, but you’re not ready to put your clothes on yet.

“Bo.”

“Hmm?” It never occurred to you that he might be half-asleep until he winds himself upright, blinking weighty silver lashes against his still-blushing cheeks.

Still, you know how to wake him up. The conspiratory grin that touches your mouth is completely involuntary, and it’s enough to have Bokuto cocking a tired brow.

“Can I ride your cock?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything at all. His eyes grow slowly bigger, focus drifting away from your face as his jaw drops. Literally.

“Bo? Baby?”

“Y- b- I… h-“ he sputters, blinking hard and shaking out his sweaty hair. He looks up at you again with an expression unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Like a kid at the zoo.

“Right now?”

You can’t hold back a snort, shoulders pitching forward. But he’s not kidding.

Neither are you.

You raise your eyebrows. “Is that a yes?”

By the time he rolls over, his cock’s already half-hard again, swelling against the strong cord of his right thigh. He sits up, scooting himself comfortably back against your bed’s stacked pillows. And when he reaches for you, you’re already rooting through the nightstand for supplies.

Bo’s a big dude, in every conceivable way. And while he’s never exactly been shy about that fact, he’s also painfully aware of the fact that with great power comes great responsibility. So when you start to warm a dollop of chilly water-based lube between your fingers, he doesn’t flinch.

“Mmmf.” He pushes his hips into your hands as you wrap them around his shaft, letting him swell into your palms while you slick him up. He’s still tender from before, and when you shift onto your knees your clit’s still tensing with leftover pleasure, but you’re buzzing with want. It hangs thick and heavy in the air between you. You’re unwilling to let it dissipate until you’re both completely satisfied.

By the time you’ve got the lube spread evenly from his base to his tip, Bo’s fully hard for you again, flushed and panting and grabbing at your hips as you scoot forward to straddle him. His impatience should probably bother you, but at this point it’s just endearing.

“Hmm, you’re so close,” you say, leaning forward to brush your lips against his. His mouth drops open as you bring his tip to your ready sex. Your pussy clamps involuntarily around the swell of his weeping head, and you’re panting into each others’ mouths as your hips sink slowly backward. The fill of him presses up into your belly, and you bottom out with a little flinch of discomfort, settling your thighs over his. He’s long enough that it actually hurts to take him in all the way like this, but you’re willing to put up with it for a minute while you get adjusted.

“Look at you.” Bokuto’s eyes rake up and down your trembling form, keeping time with his strong palms that rub soothing circles into the flesh of your hips. You shift a little, making him twitch and grunt. His thighs strain, struggling to keep from bucking upward against your tender cervix.

He lets out a deep, shaky sigh through pursed lips. “You’re so f-fucking perfect, you know that?”

You’re concentrating on tucking your knees underneath you for proper leverage, but he never fails to make you smile.

“I haven’t even started moving yet,” you breathe, bracing one hand on his shoulder. Once you’re stabilized, you lift your hips slowly forward, letting the thickness of him pull slowly from your slick depths. Bokuto’s head falls back against the pillows, beet red with exertion already.

“God,” he groans, bringing one hand around to your ass. “More, baby.”

You swallow hard, grip his hips tightly between your knees, and swirl your hips in a careful, tight little circle. It’s a subtle movement from the outside, but where you’re joined it rubs the thick ridge of his tip along all your tenderest nerve endings, sending powerful surges of pleasure vibrating into your chest.

Bokuto’s feeling it, too, the hard angles of his jaw standing out as he clenches his teeth. His silvery lashes rest heavily over his flushed cheeks, giving you little more than a bare peek of his dark, tawny eyes with the pupils blown wide in ecstasy.

“Just like that,” he prompts when you angle your hips forward, pinning your abused clit against his pubic bone and continuing to grind greedily over his shaft. He interrupts your rhythm with a sharp little pat to your ass, making your hips jump forward and giving him an opening to lower his chin and seal his mouth in the crook of your shoulder.

“Fu-uck,” you whine, looping both arms under his and clutching tightly at his back as your rhythm grows more urgent. You know how to work yourself to the peak easily, using his powerful body and thick cock to your every advantage.

“You’re close already,” he pants in your ear. “Oh, man, I can feel it. Don’t-“ His hips jerk backward, choking him on a surge of pleasure that washes over both of you.

“Don’t hold back for me, baby. I c’n… take it, yeah, that’s it.”

The low rumble of his voice in your ear reverberates all the way down to the pit of your stomach, cocktailing with the pleasure you’re grinding out yourself, and when he grabs your ass with both hands and rocks his tip against the gooey-sweet spot on your upper wall, you’re lost.

“Bo,” you whimper, grabbing tightly at the muscles in his back as your thighs start to shake. “Fuck, oh, fuck, ohfuck-“

The peak crests quietly between you, but quickly bleeds into every limb. You’re powerless to do anything but cling to him and whine in his ear as your hips stutter and twitch and grind over his stirring cock. Just when you think the wave is subsiding, Bokuto glides his hips beneath yours again and draws it out into a tight, near-painful shudder. Your vision whites out, then flashes black as you squeeze your eyes shut and lose yourself to the pleasure.

“Fuck.” Bo’s cursing as you come back to the surface, humping shallowly into your spent body. The lube you used squelches obscenely with the handfuls of slick your climax brought forth, numbing your used insides to his desperate thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so- you’re so- ohgod, inside, I-“

He goes completely incoherent as he finds his own pleasure, shoving his hips tightly against yours. His balls draw tight beneath you, thighs twitching as thick, heady warmth fills your belly. You’re addicted to the fullness he leaves in you without fail, the mess between you when he goes slack and you draw your hips backward to let his falling erection slide out of you.

Your roommate’ll be back from the library at any second. You should be getting up and dressing yourselves, making some attempt at feigning innocence before she comes in. But the bedroom door is closed and it’s far too easy to tumble back into the haphazard embrace from before, cum collecting sticky and hot between your thighs as Bokuto buries his face between your tits.

“D’you think they’ll stretch?” he mumbles into your skin, once your pulse has finally slowed to its regular pace.

“Hmm?” In your pleasure-addled haze, you don’t follow. Bokuto lifts his face from your flesh, resting his chin gently on your sternum.

“My shorts.”

Right.

“Uh-“ You have to purse your lips hard, to keep the dumb smile from showing on them. You take a slow pass of air in through your nose and lift your fingers to comb soothingly through his sweaty hair.

“We’ll make them fit,” you promise. “Somehow.”

Before he buries his face in your chest again, you catch the pure, blissed smile that stretches his cheeks. He slips his eyes shut, nuzzling you tenderly and kissing the swell of one breast.

“Good,” he sighs. And then, bare-assed, sweaty and sticky, he falls asleep.

You spy the shorts, still lying in a crumpled heap by the bathroom door. You make a mental note to check the brand and sizing later, before he leaves.

You’ll make then fit again.

Somehow.

#haikyuu #bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto #koutarou bokuto #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n

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Marvel Angst Masterlist

This Masterlist includes all of the Marvel angst I have reblogged. The angst will range from very light to heavy depending on the fic. Enjoy.

Updated: 07/17/2021

Marvel Masterlist's

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KEY:

Genre: (F) = Fluff, (A) = Angst, (D) = Dark, (J) = Jealousy, (V) = Violence, (H/C) = Hurt and/or Comfort

Trope: (ER) = Established Relationship, (EL) = Enemies to Lovers, (FL) = Friends to Lovers, (FE) = Frenemies, (FD) = Fake Dating, (F/B) = Friends with Benefits, (BU) = Breakup/Already Broken Up, ( C) = Cheating, (UL) = Unrequited Love, (SB) = Slow Burn, (P) = Pregnancy, (BS) = Bed Sharing, (SR) = Super Reader

Type: (AU) = Alternate Universe, (18+) = Mature/NSFW, (HC) = Headcanon

1. Wanda Maximoff

Written by: @aaron-despair

Not your fault (ER, F, A)

Written by: @abimess

It only takes the holidays (AU, A, F): (1) It only takes a commercial - (2) It only takes a pothole - (3) It only takes a lunch - (4) It only takes a party - (5) It only takes a Christmas tree - (6) - It only takes an unexpected visit - (7) It only takes a weird noise - (8) It only takes a fund-raising event - (9) It only takes a starry sky - (10) It only takes a Christmas gift - (11) It only takes a decision - (Epilogue) It only takes a deed

Too familiar, too hurtful (EL, A, F)

Marry me (A, F)

Written by: @aestethick

Roses (A)

Written by: @allyouthought

always (F, A)

Written by: @aphrodite-made-me-write-it

Cast A Spell (On You) (AU, A)

Written by: @badgerfic

the serum (A, V): Part 1

Written by: @buckyssoldat

(UL, A) (1) Not in that way - (2) Gone

Written by: @c-is-writing

gaze into my mind (A, F)

good enough (A, F)

Written by: @cantcontroltheirfear

Odds (AU, A): (1) Another One - (2) I’m Ready - (3) Bar With No Name - (4) That Much Is True - (5) Still - (6) Second to Last Last - (7) Even

Written by: @captainhotch

Cat and Mouse (A)

Written by: @certifiedskywalker

Waiting for Home (A)

Written by: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba

Je Te Laisserai De Mots (A)

Written by: @delfiore

i sunk in all the memories (A)

better than losing you (ER, A)

Written by: @desparadowrites

The Very Awful Not Good Bad Day (SR, A)

Written by: @empyreanwritings

Almost Lost You (FL, A, F)

Written by: @fallinforevans

you have me (FL, A, F)

Written by: @forever-your-soldat

(ER, A) (1) Too Much - (2) Her Love

I Can’t Hurt You (A, V)

Written by: @frostedfaves

All Too Well (ER, A)

Written by: @harringtons-imagines

Monster (A, F)

Written by: @helloalycia

just a kid (ER, A, V, D): [one] - [two]

Written by: @hiiraya

(A, F) (1) one last dance (rewrite) - (2) one last chance (rewrite) - (3) with you

loving you had consequences (rewrite) (BU, A)

you are my sunshine (rewrite) (A)

Written by: @jabbagabba

La La Land (A): Prologue

Written by: @jbbarnesnnoble

(ER, C, A) (1) Out of Everyone Else - (2) It's Me You're Gonna Miss

Written by: @kingsmanandqueens

Winsome Enigma (A, F)

Written by: @lesbian-lilo

Mission Mishaps (H/C, F, A)

Written by: @lowkeyerror

I Have To See Her Again (A, V)

Written by: @m-lesmxrales

Safe & Sound (ER, A)

Written by: @marvel-wlw

Somewhere to Run (A)

Written by: @marvels-writings

Broken Sense (UL, A)

Dreams that Come True (F, A)

Always Safe (A)

Scared (A, F)

Hurting You (A, F)

Wanted More (ER, C, A)

Written by: @marvelsdc22

What We Thought We Lost (AU, FL, A, F): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @may-fanfic

I Just Want You (A, F)

Written by: @mcuwritin

Mission gone wrong (A): Part I - Part II

Frenemies? (FE, A, F): Part I - Part II

Written by: @missmonsters2

About You (A): Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI - Part VII - Part VIII - Part IX - Part X

(ER, A) (1) Under the Light - (2) You Found Me

Find Your Way (BU, A)

Last the Night (ER, C, A)

Written by: @mymymarvel

Never Is Enough (A)

Written by: @nermalina

so in love. (A, F)

Written by: @nervoustrack

We're out in the open sea (A)

Written by: @nothingbutimagines

Last Christmas (UL, A, F)

Written by: @procrastinatingsapphictrash

The pact (FL, F, A)

Written by: @queenxxxsupreme

1950 (A)

Written by: @randomshyperson

Sorry for your loss (FL, A, F): (1) I will grieve - (2) I will try - (3) I will get better. - (4) I will move on - (5) I will love again (18+)

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy (AU, FL, F, A): (1) The First Year - (2) The Second Year - (3) The Third Year - (4) The Fourth Year (Part I) - (5) The Fourth Year (Part II) - (6) The Fourth Year (Final Part) - (7) The Fifth Year (Part One) - (8) The Fifth Year (Part Two) - (9) The Fifth Year (Part Three)

Left Behind (FL, A, V, F): (1) Muddy Waters - (2) R.I.P to My Youth - (3) No Time to Die - (4) Save Me - (5) Someone You Loved - (6) Once a Promise, Always a Promise. - (7) Start a Riot - (8) Fine Line - (9) Please Notice - (10) Atlantis

Road to Healing (FL, A, F, 18+)

Drivers License (AU, FL, F, A)

The One (AU, A, F)

Written by: @rebeliz777

August (C, F/B, A): Part I (18+) - Part II (18+) - Part III

Again (A)

Crumbling down (A)

Written by: @reminiscingtonight

(BU, A) (1) Better By Now - (2) Run Into You - (3) Still the Same

(FL, A) (1) Through The Dark - (2) If I Fall - (3) Breaking Point

(ER, A) (1) Cellophane - (2) Apologies

(AU, ER, A) (1) Break My Heart Again - (2) Burn It All Down

(FL, A, F) (1) Last Kiss - (2) All I Know - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - (6) Breathe (It’s Out Of My Hands)

A Different Corner (A)

Need You Now (A)

Let’s Hurt Tonight (ER, A)

Ghost of You (A)

Lego House (AU, FL, A, F)

Not Ready For Goodbyes (ER, A, F)

Hold On (ER, A)

Twilight Time (ER, F, A)

Feel It Twice (A)

I’ll Never Love Again (A)

Written by: @rogue-barnes-16

I’m A Monster (FL, A, F)

Written by: @saintprinsessa

Feeling You (A)

Written by: @sapphicshots

to grow old in (ER, A, F)

falling (FL, A, F)

Written by: @shesaidnomaam

Witch & Wound (A, F): Part 1 - Part 2

Two A.M, Two Bottles In (A)

Written by: @somewhatgreatexpectations

Love Goes (FL, C, BU, A, F): (1) Latch - (2) One Day at a Time - (3) Fire on Fire - (4) Like I Can - (5) Breaking Hearts - (6) Another One - (7) Palace - (8) Writing’s On The Wall - (9) For The Lover That I Lost - (10) Leave Your Lover - (11) Nirvana - (12) Lay Me Down - (13) To Die For

Love Me (Or Let Me Go) (AU, A, F): (1) Leave, Then Go - (2) If you need me, let me know - (3) Walk Away - (4) In the Middle - (5) Love Me, or Let Me Go - (6) Don't Go - (7) Separate Ways - (8) Set You Free - (Alt. Ending) Home

Written by: @spoopy-imagines-writer

Behind These Hazel Eyes (A)

Written by: @starshipsofstarlord

Two Beds, One Home (A, F)

Testing. Testing. (A)

Written by: @subtlebucky

she lives in daydreams with me (A, F)

Written by: @thenatashamaximoff

Dangerous Love (C, BU, A, V, SR): Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Epilogue

Broken Love (C, A): Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Written by: @thewitchandtheassassin

Guilt is an Ugly Mistress (ER, A)

Of Love and Of Loss (ER, A)

Written by: @waiting4inspiration

Why? (A, F)

Written by: @wandaownsthisass

If You Need Me (A)

Written by: @wandaromanova

Should’ve Been You (ER, A)

Written by: @wandsolsen

Champagne Problems (ER, A)

Written by: @wellsayhelloaagin

Cross My Heart (ER, A): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @wokeupinawalnut

(ER, BU, A) (1) Six Degrees Of Separation - (2) Wherever This Goes

Save The Best For Last (FL, A, F)

Written by: @young-and-bitchy (deactivated)

Here You Come Again (BU, A)

Written by: @8plasma

children of tragedy (A): [part 1] - [part 2]

2. Natasha Romanoff

Written by: @aestethick

Last Kiss (A): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @allfiguredout

Home (A)

Written by: @aphrodite-made-me-write-it

To Mend (A, F)

Written by: @c-is-writing

untangled (F, A)

Written by: @crimsonspy

Don’t shut me out (FL, SB, A, F)

Written by: @demxters

bluebird (A)

Written by: @femreader

Don’t Go (H/C, A)

Written by: @higherfurther-romanova

Then Finish It (A, V, D): Part 1

Written by: @hiiraya

(A) (1) didn't know what I had - (2) you were good to me - (3) what I want

closure (A)

Written by: @jbbarnesandnoble

Rainy Season (A)

When We Were Young and Naive (AU, A)

Written by: @jumbojamba47

Guest Room (A)

Written by: @lesbian-deadpool

New Surroundings (A): (1) Glad You Are Back - (2) Glad To Be Home

(A, F) (1) We Were On A Break! - (2) I’ll Be Home For Christmas

A Fresh Start (A, F)

Written by: @lilxberry

I Watched You Die (A): Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Written by: @lndlover

Somebody else (C, A)

Written by: @lonelyandlovelorn

Loophole (F, A)

Written by: @marvels-writings

(ER, C, BU, A) (1) Used To - (2) World Turned Upside Down - (3) My Forever

Not Meant to Be (A)

A Reason to Leave, a Reason to Stay (A, F)

Perfect (A, F)

Past Come to Life (A, F)

Piece of Your Heart (A, F)

Make it Right (ER, A)

Can’t You Tell? (A)

Written by: @marvelouslytrekking

Finding You (A, V)

Written by: @marvelsbanner

Someone to You (A, F)

Written by: @may-fanfic

Because I love you (A, V): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @missmonsters2

Lead Me Astray (ER, A)

Leave Me Lonely (ER, A)

Stars Falling (A, F)

Written by: @natasha-danvers

Oh (A, F): Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Longing (A): Part 1

Written by: @pietrosgf

the sweet escape (A): (1) what died didn’t stay dead - (2) you’re alive in my head

Written by: @pigeonp0st

Natasha Romanoff x Reader #2 (A): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @procrastinatingsapphictrash

Can’t get over her (A, F)

The rest of my life (A, F)

A little help from the team (A, F)

Doubt (A, F)

Drunken confessions (A, F)

Written by: @quickpiet

Walk it off (A, F)

Written by: @rebeliz777

You saved me (A)

Written by: @roger-that-cap

(ER, C, A) (1) cardigan - (2) tolerate it

peace (A, F)

Written by: @romanoffswifey

Point Blank (A): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @saltybaltic

Come Back To Me (A, F)

Written by: @sapphicshots

i can’t live without you (A, F)

Written by: @satxnsupreme

Welcome home (A)

Written by: @shesaidnomaam

Natasha x Reader (A): Part 1

Written by: @startrekkingaroundasgard

“I didn’t mean it.” (A, F)

Written by: @thenatashamaximoff

Dangerous Love (C, BU, A, V, SR): Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Epilogue

Broken Love (C, A): Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Written by: @thewitchandtheassassin

All That Matters (A, F)

Written by: @vanillann

real or not real? (A)

Written by: @vulpe-fox

Seeing You (A)

Written by: @wandavixen

Hurt (A)

Written by: @wannabe-fic-writer

Old But New (A, F)

Fed Up (A)

Written by: @wildhoney323

Moving On (C, A, F)

Written by: @winedrunkbarnes

Roses and Regrets (A, F)

Written by: @wisewidow

Gunshot Roses (A)

Written by: @wokeupinawalnut

(ER, BU, A) (1) Talks That Break Hearts - (2) Talks That Mend Hearts

Written by: @yourmcu

Bloodlust (A, F, V)

3. Carol Danvers

Written by: @hiiraya

stay a little longer (rewrite)

the one (that got away) (rewrite)

get well soon (rewrite)

until the end

Written by: @missmonsters2

Move Me Along

Written by: @wlw-imagines-blog

We Don’t Talk About It

4. Yelena Belova

Written by: @a-simple-imagine

Left Behind

Written by: @empyreanwritings

Old Habits Die Hard

Written by: @marvels-writings

Stay

Written by: @nermalina

mild interference.

Written by: @rogue-barnes-16

Braids

МОЯ ЛЮБОВЬ

Written by: @thewitchandtheassassin

Promises

5. Michelle Jones (MJ)

Written by: @borntobewondering

& Ever

Written by: @heckin-good-holland

In Her Arms

Written by: @leiasfanaccount648

Good Times

Written by: @sensestinging

Curious - Unfolding

#masterlist #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #michelle jones x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #dom’s recommendations

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xeulousluv · 3 years

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Almost

AN: Hello everyone, I am fairly new to posting on this app, so therefore I am still learning how to use it. Hehe :) Anyways, I hope you are having a great day!

Warning: Nothing really, maybe a little bit of angst?

Zayn and Y/n broke up and all he’s left with are the videos she took during their senior year of high school.

September 1st, 2010:

The camera was set up in her hand as she was slightly fixing her hair, a huge smile plastered on her makeup covered face. He always thought she looked better without makeup, but sometimes you couldn’t beat the insecurities.

“Here we are, the first day of senior year! How are we feeling, Zayn?”

Next to her stood himself, a much younger version of himself. Two years to be exact. He was almost unrecognizabel, with his usual high school attire adoring his body. A white tee-shirt, black skinny jeans, and not to mention his varsity football jacket hanging off of his shoulders. She looked lovingly at her boyfriend, her eyelashes beating against the softness of her rounded cheeks.

“I’m ready to get out of here, the last three years were the upmost worst years of my life.” Zayn spoke truthfully, he hadn’t expected to make it past the ninth grade, but with the help of Y/n, he managed to make it all the way to his graduating year. Y/n gave him an offended look before responding, “Hey! If it weren’t for these last three years, you would’ve never met me, let alone had the courage to talk to me. Am I really that bad?”

She laughed out while speaking, all so he knows that she is joking and would never accuse him of thinking such things. Though, he was already two steps ahead of her and was laughing along at her sad attempt of looking offended. “Of course not, baby. You are what kept me going.” With that, Zayn kissed her temple and she let out a small giggle before stopping the camera.

September 5th, 2010:

Random small talk was heard on the computer sitting in front of Zayn, before her face showed with a bright glow. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. She was laughing at something her friend Emery said, though it was completely inaudible, he just let the smile take over his face hearing her laugh again.

“I don’t exactly know why I turned this on, but hello! We successfully made it through the first week of school, and let me just say, it was not fun. The teachers still hate me.” Again, Y/n laughed towards the camera.

“I remember this one time last year when Mr. Lambert threw me out of class because I wouldn’t stop laughing. In my defence, he was talking about the safety of condoms and Zayn kept mocking him. That was a detention worth going to.” Zayn remembered that day clearly. He sat to the left of Y/n, Mr. Lambert’s first mistake, and would whisper in her ear how he would show her the proper way to wear a condom when they got to her house that night. To say he did end up showing her was an understatement.

The camera then turned to her friend before she continued on with what she was saying, “Anyways, Emery here, has informed me about this back to school party for seniors at Anthony Stilettos house. So, we are heading to the mall so we can get a nice looking outfit for tonight. I’ll see you guys later!” And with that the camera switched off.

He thought that was the end of the video, but when she popped back on his screen, he was pleasantly surprised. She wore a black dress that just reached her knees, the end of it rippled and flew each time she took a step. Her hair and makeup was done, and her shoes matched her dress, she really was the most beautiful person he has ever met.

Without saying anything, Y/n moved the camera to where the view was now on Emery. She wore a simple tight red dress that fit her like a glove, she was placing bobby pins in her hair before realising a camera was watching her every move. Emery turned away from the mirror Y/n had in her room, and started making random poses into the camera. The video finally ended with Y/n facing the camera back to herself while laughing at it.

October 7th, 2010:

It was homecoming. Their final homecoming, and of course, Zayn asked her to be his date. He didn’t go all out like the previous years, this particular year was asked right after they finished giving each other their all. They were bunched up together, all sweaty and breathless, and that is when Zayn asked her to go to homecoming with him. He thought it was gross because of their previous activities, but Y/n thought it was sweet, endearing even. It was personal and intimate, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Plus, she was tired of all the attention that comes with getting asked to homecoming.

Her dress was a beautiful shade of baby yellow, Zayn wore his usual black suit but with a yellow tie and a yellow rose pinned to his coat pocket. The night couldn’t have been anymore magical.

“Z, are you ready to go? Emmy and Dallas are waiting in the car.” Her soft voice echoed through the speakers, she was worried about being late. But more so, excited about what the night had planned for the couple. Zayn was fixing his hair, like he does any other day, however today, he wanted to look his absolute best. “Just one more second, love. Gotta look perfect before leaving these four secured walls.”

Y/n rolled her eyes into the camera before another smile took over her face. It only got wider as he finally announced that he was ready.

“Baby, you look handsome! You don’t need all that hair gel, make one wrong move and we’re calling you Uncle Jesse.” Zayn scoffed, his hands finding their place on her hips, him being pressed up against her back. His chin resting on her shoulder, they looked so in love. They were so in love.

October 31st, 2010:

Fall was Y/n’s favorite season, meaning Halloween was by far her favorite holiday. She squealed into the camera when Zayn walked out in his Peter Pan costume. “Baby, you look so fucking adorable!” She cooed, though Zayn was having none of it. “Do we have to go to this party? Can’t we just stay in and watch scary movies, I promise I will protect you if you get too scared!”

He knew it was no use, Y/n had been going on and on about Anthony’s costume party for the past week, so when she started laughing, Zayn internally groaned. “Brave of you to assume I will get scared during a horror movie. How about we go for just an hour, then you and I can come back here and watch whatever movie you want?”

At that, his ears perked, he could go for an hour. That gives him all the more time alone with his love. “Hocus Pocus? That’s my favorite.”

“Yes baby, we can watch Hocus Pocus, do this for me, and I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” A grin was stretched across his face as she leaned up and gave a peck to his lips. Adoration shining brightly in her eyes as she looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, Zayn. More than you will ever know.”

December 31st, 2010:

“Hola, my favorite people! Happy New Years Eve, I hope you guys are having a good day. My family is having a little party to bring in the new year, even though you won’t be watching this until later when I decide to post it, I hope you guys have an amazing holiday. Be safe now. Bye!”

Christmas and New Year’s was hard for Y/n. She had major separation anxiety for everyone she grows close to, so not being able to see the people she loves for a whole two weeks was taking a toll on her. Not to mention, Zayn went back to Bradford for the holidays, so he wasn’t there to keep her calm. All she had was the emails and messages he would send her.

However, that night was different. She didn’t know what it was, but the air felt more intoxicating. There was something she was missing and the young girl couldn’t put her finger on it.

Emery got ahold of Y/n’s camera without her noticing, pressing the ‘record’ button and smiling.

“Hi, as many of you may know, my name is Emery White. Before questions start racing through your head about where Y/n is, she is currently in the kitchen talking to one of her neighbors, and she knows nothing about this so, shhh!” Emery held her index finger up to her mouth, even though she is talking to a camera.

“So, the time is now 11:58, meaning it is almost New Year’s and I got a message from a good friend of mine to get her camera and start recording. Oh wait, she’s coming over! Act normal!”

“Emmy? Why do you have my camera, wait no, when did you get my camera?” Emery turned her neck to look at Y/n, and smiled while looking at her friends confused face. “It’s almost midnight, I figured we could record the big moment for your journal thing.”

Y/n looked at her watch and sure enough, it was 12:59, and the people around her were counting down. By the time Y/n looked back at her friend, Emery had switched her position to behind the camera, her smile now stretching to her eyes. She gave a confused smile towards the camera before shaking her head.

10..

9..

8..

A tap was felt on Y/n’s shoulder making her turn around, not believing her eyes, she had to do a double take. There he was in all of his glory. Zayn stood in front of her with a bouquet of random flowers, her eyes widening in complete shock.

3..

2..

Before she could fully process his presence, Zayn had planted his lips against hers in what he would call, one of their best kisses. His arms went around her waist while hers were around his neck, keeping him as close as humanly possible. She was the first to pull away from the kiss, tears forming at the bottom of her eyes but never fell. Zayn pulled her back, this time her face went into his neck as he whispered out a small, “Happy New Years, baby.”

May 22nd, 2011:

Senior prom, a day Y/n has waited her entire life for. Getting all dolled up for one night of perfection sounded glorious. Unlike most people, her dress doesn’t reach the floor but goes a little ways past her knees. It was a light shade of green, she wasn’t usually one for the cliche pink and blue, and her stomach was laced over showing her belly button peircing. She felt on top of the world, the most gorgeous she has ever felt in her entire life.

Zayn was in a nude tuxedo, a lightish green tie tucked into the blazer. “It’s prom day, baby, how do you feel?” The now well-known camera placed in front of his face, though he paid no attention to it, but really the girl behind it. “Like I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. How did I get so lucky, hm?”

The blush was evident on her face, he could see it perfectly now even with the camera facing him and not herself. He could still see the light in her eyes. Looking back on it, he couldn’t imagine living his life without her, how could he let her go?

It wasn’t like they got in a fight or anything, Zayn and Y/n were going to different colleges and he didn’t want to do the whole long distance thing. He felt she deserved better than that. So even though the breakup was absolutely not a mutual agreement, Y/n somewhat understood and let him walk away.

“You’re such the charmer, Zayn. Always got me blushing for no good reason.”

“I would be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t.”

Now turning the camera to face both of them, Zayn placed a kiss on her lips before turning off the camera and letting their night go on as best as it could, for it would be one of the last good memories they have. Except at the time, neither of them knew the last time would actually be the last time.

June 4th, 2011:

“Hey everyone, I just want to start off by saying congratulations, we made it. Graduating today was the most amazing feelings, and I’m sure you all can agree with me. The past four years have really taught me a lot, I know I sound like the Mallory Barnes, our valedictorian that gave the speech today, but I’m serious, you all have been amazing. Teachers included.”

Y/n wasn’t in her usual attire. She was in a comfortable baggy hoodie, and that’s all you could see as her camera was propped on the desk in the corner of the room. Her hair was in a messy bun, no makeup, and her glasses were sat perfectly on her nose. What no one could notice was the slight puffiness to her eyes, the way they were red and tired. But Zayn noticed, however. When Y/n first uploaded this to her instagram, Zayn couldn’t bare to watch it, so seeing it now definitely brought back a feeling he tried too hard to push away.

“In the past four years I have learned about friendships, I learned about love, and I learned about heartbreak. I have got to say, high school brought me some really great friendships that I will cherish forever. I am finding it very difficult to say goodbye, but we are bound to go off and do bigger and better things. The future awaits for us.”

“I just want to thank you guys for the amazing memories, and I hope you guys make your dreams come true.” Y/n sighed into the camera, she was really bad at saying goodbye, though you would think it would be easier considering no one likes high school. However, Y/n loved every single second of it, maybe not the learning but the memories made.

“Now, I am going to get really sappy for a minute and say a massive thank you to the man who has loved me for the past four years. Zayn, I know we haven’t talked in a few weeks, and you’re probably not even watching this, but just know that I am so proud of you. I don’t know how I could not be. I really hope you make something wonderful of yourself. You were by far my favorite part of this journey. Thank you for sticking with me and for loving me. And even though we aren’t together anymore, I love you.”

“We almost had it all, didn’t we?”

AN: Yeah, I don't think I like this babahahah. Love the concept but someone out there could definitely write it better.

#zayn mailk #zayn x reader #zayn malik fanfic #zayn malik angst #angst fanfic

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princessjungeun · 3 years

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Hey Beautiful: Jennie x Reader

Request: Hii :) i have a request for jennie x femreader, where the reader is a famous idol and Jennie has a crush on her. They attend the same award show and at the end when they are backstage the reader asks Jennie for her number. Then they go on a date or something just cute stuff (fluff i guess😅)

A/N: I’ll write a continuation of this if you’d like for the date part :D

Awards show season was in full swing and you were to attend the MAMAs tonight. It was your first time attending without a date, usually your best friend tagged along but she was working the night shift at her job so she couldn’t make it.

You were already in your dress and your glam team was getting your hair and makeup done before you were to leave. This had been going on for hours and you were simply exhausted and hungry, the only thing keeping you going was knowing that you’d be seeing some friends of yours later in the evening.

It took two hours but eventually your hair and makeup were finished and you were cleared to leave. Your manager sat across from you in the car, a smile on his face as she teasingly asked, “so anyone you’re excited to meet in particular?”

You knew exactly what he meant, there was one person that had showed an interest in meeting you for months, Kim Jennie. To be honest when she said she was your fan in an interview, you were a little surprised. Despite being one of the most popular female soloists at the time, you were still shocked when you heard artists you looked up to liked you.

Jennie in particular had mentioned on many occasions that you were her ideal type and she’d date you if she had the chance. Blinks and your fans shipped the two of you heavily as well. Most of the time you hated when you were shipped with people you never met because it made for uncomfortable times when you actually did happen to meet them. It’d happened in the past when people shipped you with a popular member of a boy group, he was to produce a song with you. However with all of the shipping flying around, you didn’t want to risk you or him getting involved in a scandal that would just add fuel to the fire. But with Jennie you entertained it, saying you’d date her too and she was your ideal type as well. Fans had been praying for an interaction for the longest and you knew you two were probably going to cross paths tonight.

Once you’d walked the red carpet and avoided falling on your face, you were escorted inside to find your seat. The idols on the plus couch across from you were TWICE, the girls greeted you warmly, especially Nayeon who happened to be a close friend of yours.

She scooted closer to you, and started catching you up on everything that had happened in the past month because you two hadn’t talked in a bit. You were both performing tonight, she wasn’t nervous whereas you were for the first time.

Before Nayeon got up she nudged you gently, using her head to point you towards a familiar idol. You squinted, having forgotten your contacts at home, you realized it was Jennie, sitting with her members and talking to them. Nayeon stated, “I’m gonna call her over.”

You panicked, “No no, not yet. Don’t call her over- Nayeon I sweat to god-” YOur friend only laughed, waving the girl down and mouthing to her from afar. You froze, trying to look everywhere but at Jennie, this was not how you wanted to meet her for the first time. Giving up, you hid your face in Nayeon’s shoulder, your face beet red as you laughed, the rest of Twice laughing and teasing you playfully.

Nayeon patted your head, “she’s gone.”

You peeked from her shoulder to make sure she was serious and not playing a prank, and she was. Jennie was now talking to Irene, facing the other direction and not paying you any mind.

Nayeon told you, “you’re gonna need to work on that. She also said you’re cute...you missed it while you were hiding.”

You smacked her shoulder and said, “I wouldn’t have had to hide if you just left her alone in the first place Nay. That was so embarrassing please never put me through that traumatizing experience again.” She sighed and said “okay fine, but you should talk to her before the night ends. She really does like you.”

Nayeon scooted back towards her members and you focused straight ahead for the stage. As performances went on and awards were given out, you felt your heart race knowing that your big performance was coming up.

A staff came and got you from your seat to escort you backstage during a break. Your manager was already in your dressing room with your stylist, both of them getting everything you need for your performance. Your dancers were warming up as well in a corner.

You changed and start to warm up your vocals as well as your body, it was a new song and a new choreography which you’d never performed in front of such a large audience. The dance break was what you were most worried about because you hadn’t had a lot to time to practice in your shoes so you were afraid of messing up and hurting yourself.

Your manager noticed the look on your face, “Hey don’t be nervous. Everyone in that crowd is your fan. You could go out there and just breathe into the mic and everyone would still lose their shit. So go out there and do your thing, I’ll be watching from in here. You’ll do great, stop worrying babe.” He always knew the right thing to say, he was like your best friend and soulmate all at the same time.

You hugged him, “Thank you, I’ll meet you back in here when I’m done.”

The dancers pulled you into a huddle, putting your hands together you all yelled, “1-2-lets get it.” You all broke and made your way towards the stage where a staff last minute checked your IEMs and mic to make sure they were working.

You took a deep breath before making your way to the stage, the lights dimmed before the song started. Looking at your dancer they gave you a subtle nod, and smile giving you the last bit of confidence that you needed.

During your performance all of your nerves melted away. You hit every note and move perfectly, gaining a huge reaction for the audience. The deafening sound of fans and other idols cheering you on only made your confidence rise, and it showed throughout your performance. When you were done almost everyone was standing up, even the idols as they cheered for you.

After you were off of the stage you pulled your IEMs and mic pack off, handing them to your manager so you could go and change once more. Your second outfit was different, more elegant yet subtle. You changed your shoes to a pair of sneakers, relived that you could finally get out of heels.

As your stylist touched up your makeup and hair you remembered that Blackpink was preforming in a bit. You wondered if you’d see Jennie back here, Nayeon did mention that she would probably be here when you got off the stage.

Your questions were answered on the way back out to the audience because you ran into Jennie. The woman was passing you, looking down at her phone as she was walking.

She looked up from the device to bow as she walked by, “Oh! Y/N hey!” she beamed as she tucked her phone in her back pocket. Although she knew she had to be somewhere she didn’t care, she wasn’t going to miss her opportunity

You looked her over and tried to not let your eyes linger on her very toned abs for a second too long. She told you sweetly, “you did amazing earlier, you looked stunning.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks the longer she looked into your eyes, you stuttered out, “t-thanks...you’re going to kill it out there, more than me definitely.”

Just as she was about to respond Jisoo called down the hall for her, waving her over with a clearly impatient manager.

Jennie quickly turned to you and asked, “hey, I know this is the first time we met but can I have your number? Maybe we could go out sometime?” Her hand rested comfortably on your arm, a subtle touch that still made your heart burst inside.

You nodded, “yeah, sure. I’d really like that.” Quickly she whipped out her phone and you put in your number, saving your name with a red heart emoji.

Jennie smiled, “I’ll text you later.”

You told her with a shy smile, “okay, good luck out there.”

Jennie kissed your cheek, “thanks beautiful, i’ll see you out there.” She walked past you and to her members and managers who were waiting for her.

You touched your cheek and smiled before following a staff member that was to take you back to your seat. When you got back Nayeon took one look at you before bursting out laughing. You frowned, “what?”

Your friend replied, “run into Jennie did you?”

You asked, shocked at how she already knew, “wha- how did you know?”

Nayeon swiped her thumb over your cheek a few times before pulling away, showing you the faint lipstick stained on her skin, “She isn’t exactly the most subtle.”

You poked Nayeon’s neck with a smirk, “Well turns out you and Jeongyeon aren’t either, Nay.” Her face flushed red as she pulled the collar of her top up and brushed her hair around her neck, you let out a laugh earning a slap on the arm from her. The two of you went back and forth playfully until the lights dimmed indicating Blackpink coming on to perform.

You watched intently as the girls performed Lovesick Girls, Jennie staring at you as she sang that last part, winking in your direction as she made the heart gesture with her hands. You couldn’t help but smile back at her, trying to hold back how flustered the simple gesture.

At the end of the night you were finally home and able to check your phone and as promised, Jennie did reach out to you. The message read:

Unknown Number: Hey beautiful, I’m sorry I couldn’t see you more tonight. But I can make it up to you by taking you to that new art exhibition downtown. Are you free next Saturday?

You typed back quickly, not caring if it made you look desperate or like you were watching your phone: Don’t apologize, nights like these are hectic and unpredictable. I am free and I’m more than happy to go, thank you <3

You quickly updated her contact to Jennie and broke into a happy dance when she told you what time she’d come pick you up. You’d been dying to check out the art exhibition since you found out it was coming to town but tickets sold out before you could get the chance. So not only were you going on a date with your crush, but also to check out what you’d been dying to see for weeks.

You flopped onto your bed and sighed, relieved that the day was finally over and that you were able to end it on a positive note.

#kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink jennie

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the-record · 3 years

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SSA Princess

Prompt from @ssa-seecher Can anyone make a fic about like Spencer x Cute!reader? Maybe where the reader is like the BAU baby or sumn and they dress super cute and girly but then they go to a bar where there’s a bunch of performers and there’s a heavy metal band and the reader knows every word and headbangs and the BAU is like “wut the fuck, that’s so cool and scary for you to do.” And then Derek watches Spencer and Reader bond bc one of the songs they play is funny enough Enter Sandman (from the season 1 case) or maybe SLIPKNOT or KORN? idk that’s just something I thought would be really badass hahaha

Summary: Reader gets forced out with the team to the bar where she bonds with Spencer over her favorite music.

A/N: Okay so I kinda hate how this turned out so I’ve been re-writing and re-writing it but none of those were any better. Also can we all agree that if Spencer wasn’t totally introverted and self-conscious he would totally be super punk?

TW: None?

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You were the BAU baby. The teams youngest member. The team had even nicknamed you ‘princess’ and ‘bunny’ because the way you acted and the clothes you wore. Also light tones and pastels. Purples, pinks, blues, yellows, anything light, fun, and super girly. Heels and skirts or dresses everyday with full face of makeup. You never missed.

“Hey, princess.” You spun around in your chair to look at the person behind you and saw Emily. “We’re going to the bar tonight, wanna come?” You debated it for a second. You didn’t really like the drink and bars were full of sweaty gross men. “Please. You haven’t been out with us in months. Everyone is coming, even Reid.” She wiggled her eyebrows laughing making you roll your eyes.

“Fine. But I don’t wanna drink. I’m only coming because you asked and because you are buying me dinner before we go.”

“Wait I didn’t-” You raised your eyebrows at her. Your one condition on going was your love, food. “Fine. We can go get something before we go. So finish up because I am about to leave and I am taking you with me. I’ll be with Garcia when your ready.” You nodded and spun back to finish the very little work you had left. It was your last file and you were almost done with it. When you finished you brought all of your finished paperwork to Hotch, saying goodbye, before heading back to your desk to grab your belongings.

“Bye guys! See you later.” You waved to your teammates before going to get Emily. “Hey Penny. Em I’m ready.”

“Wait, you actually got her to come out with us?” Penelope asked Emily completely stunned.

“I told you! Now I got to go get her food before she changes her mind. See you there?” She asked backing out towards you.

“Of course lovelies. Bye Y/N/N!” You waved before walking off with Emily. You’ve been on the team almost 2 years now and were really close with everyone. Specifically Emily and Reid. Yall were a power trio to say the least. Emily was kind of terrifying and sexy, Reid was hella smart, and you were a mix of both of them. She took you home to get ready before taking you to get a burger for Five Guys.

“I love you so much Em!” You spoked while eating your food.

“I love you too princess.” You guys pulled up outside the bar just as you finished eating and headed in together. She had convinced you to wear this super tight blue body con dress that defined your curves well so the moment you walked in, you felt the stares of drunk men. It made you anxious so you gripped onto Emily’s arm. “It’s alright. Just go sit with the group over there while I get drinks.” You nodded and let go but sped over the team.

“Damn Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at Morgan and took the spot close the Spencer leaving enough room for Emily on the other side. “Alright princess, what’s Emily getting you to drink?”

“Water.”

“Y/N come on! It’s your night off. Just one drink?” Penelope begged. It was so easy to give into her but you had to stand your ground.

“I don’t like to drink guys. You know that.” And it was true. You hated alcohol. You were a little bit of a lightweight and hangovers hit you really hard so you stayed away from drinking.

“Fine.” Derek settled. Emily quickly came over and gave the team the drinks she had ordered.

The night dragged on and you ended up leaning on Spencer’s shoulder as you tried not to fall asleep. He kept you upright and let you stay there the whole time until something caught your ears. Music. Specifically one of your favorite songs. Enter Sandman. You perked up at the sound of it, accidentally scaring Spencer. You stood up and pulled Spencer to where people were dancing as the team watched in confusion.

“What are you doing?” He yelled over the loud yelling and music. You didn’t answer him and just started singing every word to the song, headbanging with the rest of the crowd. You eventually got Spencer to as well and you both sang the music together.

Your friends watched in awe as you filled with energy and sang the songs being played. You quickly grew tired though and Spencer dragged you back to the table where you collapsed into your seat.

“What the fuck. Y/N, what was that?” You rest your entire body against Spencer as the team questioned you.

“What was what?” You were totally oblivious.

“That was kind of scary. Our little princess likes heavy metal and rock?” You shrugged and relaxed.

“Yeah. My dad loved it growing up so I have always loved it.”

“Okay, but what about you dragging Spencer of all people down there? He doesn’t necessarily like that music and crowds are not his thing.” Emily questioned.

“Spence knows Enter Sandman. I forced him to listen to a bunch of those songs when we were driving to a cabin on one of our cases. Also I knew he wouldn’t really care.”

They all looked at him as you closed your eyes and fell asleep. Spencer held you close so you didn't roll off the seat in your sleep.

"I'm so confused right now."

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Young and Beautiful | Rudy Pankow - Part 3

Okay first of all I’m sorry it took me so long but here is part three finally. Honestly I don’t know how to feel about this because at first I wanted it to be a filler chapter and then I thought I couldn't let you hang like this so I just poured it all out. I still have some more ideas about where this might go but you guys tell me if this feels already finished to you. AND AS ALWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! for all the love and support you give, I see you all and couldn't be more thankful xxx

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Trigger warning: alcohol, swearing, nothing too smutty, a little angst and a lot of jealousy

Word count: 3,741 word (god this is so long I’m sorry)

Y/N just got the role of her lifetime, starring beside the cast of Outer Banks in the second season as JJ’s love interest. It’s a dream come true and gets even dreamier when she meets Rudy Pankow her alleged love interest. Lines start to blur between reality and film and Y/N is left wondering if taking a leap of faith is worth risking her career.

[GIF not mine credits to owner]

Days passed and filming never stopped, neither did the thought of Rudy in your mind. It was constant, the sun rose and so did your thoughts of him, the night came and so did he in your dreams. By now you were convinced that this feeling would not go away anytime soon.

Maybe some distraction would do you good.

“How about we go out tonight?” You proposed to the girls as you were lounging in your living room, painting toe-nails, scrolling through instagram and what-not.

“Like out out?” Madelyne’s face lit up as she looked up from her bright yellow nail polish and passed the same expression to Madison. You nodded with a smile.

“I’d be down,” Madison agreed and sprang up from the couch in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, this is exciting! Let me call the boys,” Madelyne exclaimed and got up, waddling weirdly with her still wet toe nails to her phone on the kitchen bar.

Your face fell for a second. That was not exactly what you had in mind. You wanted a distraction from Rudy and him dancing in a sweaty club with beautiful women wouldn’t really help your current state of emotions. But you couldn’t let the girls know that. After shooting the other day they wouldn’t shut up about how one could feel the sexual tension between the two of you and you were just happy they hadn’t seen the sex scene.

“You good?” Bailey inquired as she noticed your sour face. You were quick to plaster a fake smile on your lips.

“Yeah, I’m just tired of sitting around all the time. This will do us some good!” You headed towards the bathroom to get a shower before going out and also to have a moment to yourself to prepare for tonight.

“The boys are down as well!” You heard Maddie scream from the kitchen and then she passed by you as fast as she could to look through her wardrobe.

“Somebody is excited,” Bailey muttered beside you but joined her friend with a grin and helped her pick out something to wear.

A couple hours later you were dressed to kill and ready to go. Even though you loved the Outer Banks clothing style, it reminded you of your hometown, it was nice to doll-up every now and then. Madison was taking pictures of you three in the big mirror besides the entry when you heard a knock on the door.

Madelyn was quick to open it and you were met with five handsome men staring back at you.

Chase escaped a whistle when he took all three of you in but you noticed how his eyes stayed on Madelyn just a bit too long. You made sure to remember asking him about it later.

“Well, hot damn,” Rudy exclaimed as he entered the apartment and his eyes landed on the short dresses you were wearing.

“Eyes up here,” Madison warned him with a smile and pointed to her own brown ones.

“Not fair,” Austin gasped, clearly thinking you were playing with their feelings. Maybe you were. When Bailey had proposed to impress some folks tonight you at least had a special someone in mind. Who was to say the others didn’t have too?

Your eyes wandered over the boys outfits, all dressed up and looking incredibly handsome. Rudy sported a cream sweater and a cute little beige hat. You didn’t know why he would wear a hat to go clubbing but you knew he loved them.

“Are you ready to head out then?” Drew smiled at you in his bright yellow shirt and motioned towards the door.

You piled out the door and headed downstairs to get an uber to your favourite club.

“I’m not sure if I like you in heels, Y/N. You’re almost as tall as me,” Chase pointed out as he walked behind you and took in your much taller figure.

“You’ll just have to deal with it, I guess,” You laughed and did an immaculate pirouette on your heels, something you had practiced a thousand times in your room back home.

“Would you look at her,” Madison squealed with joy as she watched your boost of confidence and joined you by linking your hands together and strutting down the sidewalk like it was a runway.

It felt good to really feel yourself again after your uncertain emotions. Even though you noticed how a certain male’s eyes kept looking at your and your friend’s long legs, you didn’t care at the moment. You were having fun and you deserved it.

All of you split up into several cars and then you were on your way to La Push, a vibrating ambient establishment the cast had dug out last year while filming in Charleston. The girls swore that you would have the best night out ever at that particular club.

You were not disappointed as you took in the colourful lights shining on the rustic open brick walls and the retro bar in the corner. The ages of the people were mixed all through but you could clearly see that everybody was enjoying themselves.

“Drinks?” Deion asked and nodded towards an empty table next to the bar and you all headed in the direction through the crowded area of dancing bodies.

“Milady.” Rudy offered you his hand with a posh English accent as you were about to try mastering a step in your heels.

“Thank you, kind sir,” You smiled at him and put your hand in his and let him help you down. You couldn’t keep yourself from curtsying as he laughed at you playing along. His hand held yours tight in his as he led you to some barstools.

“Gin Tonic with a lemon slice for the lady?” He ordered with a questioning look in your direction once the bartender got your attention. You couldn’t believe he memorised your go-to drink, as you nodded thankfully. “And a Corona for me please,” He finished and watched the bartender tend to your order.

After he payed for both of your drinks you thanked him, almost having to scream as the music was too loud, and he grabbed your hand back in his to help you down from the stool.

“Sure thing, sugar.” He gave you that unmistakable Rudy smile and once again the butterflies in your stomach began soaring.

You had to pull yourself together. You were here to distract yourself from him not fall deeper for his charm. Although you had to admit he was not making it easy for you.

Your other friends had ordered at the table and were ready to clink glasses once you joined them.

“To a great night,” JD proposed and raised his glass.

“And to great friends,” You joined in and held up your own Gin Tonic.

“Hear, hear,” Austin agreed and the whole group cheered in joyous laughter as you brought your drinks to the middle. You greeted the familiar taste of the alcohol with open arms and enjoyed the light burning you were quite used to by now.

Once you set your glass back on the table, Bailey raised a brow at your already half empty glass and you simply shrugged your shoulders. You needed to let loose tonight.

“Dance with me,” You screamed over the music and grabbed her hand and your drink and made your way towards the dance floor.

Madison was the best dancer you knew and she proved it to you once again after some R&B music started playing. Your hips were shaking, your arms wildly flailing around and your feet shuffling over the floor as you downed your glass quickly. You already felt slightly buzzed, maybe you should have eaten more before going out.

Jonathan joined the two of you quickly, just as good a dancer as your dear curly friend, and together they stole the show. You watched in awe as they moved to the music so carelessly and were a bit jealous at their easy-going nature.

“C’mon Y/N, show me what you got!” Drew encouraged you suddenly from beside you with an outstretched hand. You slipped closer to him and swayed your hips as he twirled you around in his arms and laughed as he dipped you back. Maybe the distraction would work after all. You didn’t know for how long the both of you danced but you felt absolutely weightless.

“I’m impressed Starkey,” You admitted as he flew with you over the dance floor, not once missing the beat.

“Could say the same about you Y/L/N but I had a feeling you would be a good dancer,” He smirked and turned you around so your back was pressed against his chest and let his hands wander to your hips.

At this point you were on your third drink, a bit too intoxicated, and not quite sure if this scenario would play out well. Drew was the perfect gentleman and absolutely sweet and handsome. You liked him a lot but… But he wasn’t Rudy. His hands on your body didn’t feel like a wildfire and his scent didn’t drive you crazy and his smile did not make your head spin. You cursed yourself for these thoughts.

You looked up, your eyes roaming the club for a certain blond head of hair. You noticed Chase and Maddy dancing intimately with each other in one corner but chose to ignore it, you had a different mission.

“I’ll be right back,” You told Drew with an apologetic smile as you turned to look at him and he looked confused for a second. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“Be careful in here, it’s better if you don’t go by yourself,” He reminded you, always the protective type, and looked out over the club probably searching for Bailey.

“I’ll be fine,” You reassured him with a pad on the chest and slipped out of his embrace towards the restrooms.

On your way there you finally found your man of the hour. To your amusement Rudy was dancing with an elderly woman to some pop song and looked like he was having the time of his life. You felt the corners of your mouth lifting as you took in the scene.

You slipped into the restroom to freshen up as your eyes met the mirror. The carefully applied makeup from Madison was smeared under your eyes, your lipstick long gone and your hair was basically a mess. But despite all you looked happy, you looked alive. You quickly touched up your appearance and rejoined the others.

As soon as you stepped out however you were met with quite the unpleasant sight. There was a beautiful woman next to Rudy, one arm on his biceps as she leaned forwards to say something to him. It shouldn’t bother you, you knew that he was an attractive man with many qualities. But as his hand rested on her waist your throat tightened and you felt embarrassment deep in your bones. Of course he didn’t want you the same way you did. It was just acting and you were friends, it didn’t mean anything. But it had meant something, to you anyways. And that’s what you got for giving into your feelings. You watched them laughing together, inching closer to each other each second and your heart burned in pain.

You turned around stumbling to your table as you tried to suppress the tears welling in your eyes. How could you have been so stupid? It was a stupid crush nothing more.

Drew’s eyes lit up as you made your way towards his sitting figure at the table next to some of your friends. You had two choices here: Going home now and giving in to your stupid irrational feelings and ruining your night. Or doing what you were here for and distract yourself with a fucking good time. The answer came to you immediately.

“I don’t know about you guys but I was thinking about some tequila!” You proposed with a big fake smile as you looked at your friends and the others cheered in chorus.

“A round of tequila shots for the table please,” Chase told the waiter and soon enough salt, limes and shot glasses filled to the brim with the transparent liquid were brought to you.

“Cheers bitches!” You clinked glasses, licked up the salt on your hand, downed the shot of the devil’s brew and bit in the sour lime and laughed at the faces the others made after finishing their own shots.

You were having a good time tonight, even if it took killing your mind to do so. Which seemed to be the only option after another round of shots and some more Gin Tonics and you still felt like shit every time your eyes met Rudy’s figure. The girl from before was long gone but you couldn’t help but feel betrayed. How did he not see that you were obviously hooked on him?

He came back to your table were everybody was laughing and having a good time, everyone except you it seemed.

“Are you alright?” He asked and plopped down beside you, throwing his arm over the couch behind you.

“Just peachy,” You heard the slurring in your voice yourself not as clear as you wanted it to be and cringed a bit. But just because you were drunk that didn’t mean you had a problem. You were fine.

“How much did you have to drink?” He inquired concerned and you saw his forehead wrinkle. Your hand automatically reached out to brush his worry away.

“What’s it to you, sugar?” You deliberately used the nickname he had given you before and you actually saw a smirk on his face as you drew your hand away from his forehead, the sour expression gone.

“I think it’s better if I take you home,” He laughed when you fell back against the couch trying to look mad at him.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much,” You argued, your words still a bit slurred. He could take the fucking girl from before home for all you cared. He hadn’t spoken to you all night and suddenly he wanted to take care of you. That’s not how that shit worked.

“Besides,” You interrupted him as he was about to say something else, “You didn’t dance with me all night. I really wanted to dance with you,” You pouted and cursed yourself a second after you registered what slipped out your mouth. Your eyes widened and you sat back up. Maybe you had an alcohol problem after all.

“Then dance with me, sugar.” Your head whipped around as soon as you heard him. He leaned back against the couch, an easy smirk playing on his lips as he eyed your figure. He never looked sexier to you.

“Let’s go then!” You jumped from the table, a bit too fast and swaying a bit, but you had to prove something to yourself. You could easily be friends with Rudy without any sexual tension. You just had to separate him from your roles in your head.

His arm sneaked around your waist seconds after and he pulled you down towards the dance floor, making sure you didn’t miss any steps like before. The feeling of his hand around you drove you insane so you grabbed it and shove it away with a grin. You were perfectly capable of walking by yourself. He just laughed and shook his head at your swaying figure. You were not sure what exactly was so funny to him in this moment.

His hands however found yours again quickly as he held them and twirled you around carefully, pushing and pulling you every which way. You absolutely adored him but you needed distance. God, why had you willingly agreed to dance with him? Well, it had been your idea but anyways.

You were glad when a faster song by Lizzo started and you entangled yourself from him to sway your hips on your own. Not many knew it but you danced a lot better when you were drunk for some reason. You were a lot less uptight and celebrated every body part of yours with free flowing moves. Rudy obviously enjoyed your newfound confidence as he mirrored your carelessness to the beat and cheered for you. The both of you were singing along to the music, jumping up and down and shimmying back and forth, having the time of your life. At one point you stole his head and put it on yourself, convinced that you looked irresistible with it but Rudy just laughed and got it back before throwing to your table where Austin caught it with a grin.

“Have I told you how good you look tonight?” He screamed over the music as he pushed himself closer to your body. His scent invaded your space and you immediately forgot why you had wanted distance from him in the first place.

“Tell me again,” You giggled and got closer to him as well. The songs changed again, something more sultry and slower, maybe the Weeknd or Miguel you weren’t sure as your attention was directed at yet another man.

“You look absolutely radiant,” He breathed and his alcoholic breath mingled with yours that’s how close you were.

Rudy’s hands found your waist again and this time you didn’t push him away. The opposite, you rested your hands on his broad chest, feeling his fast beating heart under your right hand. He pulled you closer as you were obviously giving in to him and swayed his hips against yours, the movement making your head spin.

“Are you drunk?” You asked him. You needed him to be sober so at least one of you would remember this moment tomorrow after everything else faded away. You needed him to remember how your bodies felt pressed together in this moment. How your hearts were beating in synch to the bass rocking through you.

“Absolutely intoxicated,” He answered with a straight, sexy voice. He didn’t sound drunk to you but his words proved you different.

“Maybe we should-“ You stopped mid sentence as you pulled back and saw his hungry eyes directed at your lips. Whatever you wanted to say left your senses in that very second.

“…stop?” Rudy finished your sentence questioning but not making any moves to stop any of this, whatever this was. “I don’t ever want to stop. I just wanna spend forever getting high off what it feels like to be around you.”

Your breath caught at his words and your eyes slipped from his lips to his blue eyes, illuminated by the club lights occasionally. You saw the hunger in them, the unmistakable lust that was a hundred percent mirrored in your own y/e/c eyes.

He described perfectly what if felt like to be around him, like you were high, intoxicated by him. And that feeling, you never wanted it to end.

“I’m drunk…” You told him but let out the ‘on you’ part that definitely was a part of this sentence.

“I know, me too. And I know we shouldn’t do anything that we might regret tomorrow,” He took a deep breath and one of his hands cupped your face. “But I can’t stay away from you any longer.”

“I feel the same,” You admitted and bit your lip to keep a smile from showing on your face. But it didn’t matter as Rudy’s lips moved into a grin.

“If two people can’t stay away from each other, maybe they aren’t supposed to.” You nearly groaned at his annoying habit of always being able to say the perfect thing at the right time.

You moved closer to him, your arms slung around his neck and your hips still slowly moving to the music. Your eyelids dropped as your mouth longed for his, feeling his breath on your lips.

Unexpectedly soft his mouth landed on yours, so different from the kisses you shared on set. His lips slowly moved with yours, taking his time to get used to the feeling. And even though the heat from the other times lacked it was no less passionate. You poured every fibre of your being into kissing him and really feeling him. He tasted like tequila and forbidden dreams and if you weren’t drunk before, you definitely were now.

Rudy became more needy as the kiss went on, his lips moving faster and his hands pulling you closer against him. When his teeth caught your lower lip you were done for. Without any regard for reason you gave into him. His tongue slipped into your mouth battling with yours for dominance. Your mouths bumped clumsily against each other as you were smiling into the kiss, teeth biting here and there occasionally but you couldn’t care less. You had waited for this for too long to show any signs of hesitation. After what felt like an eternity you pulled apart, breathing heavily. Your eyes locked and it felt like ecstasy was coursing through your veins.

“There you are! We’ve been looking for you for at least an hour.” You were thrown into ice-cold water as JD’s voice pulled you back into reality. You looked at him, the rest of your friends heading towards the door. Rudy and you shuffled apart awkwardly and fixed yourself a little. Your short dress had ridden up and his hair was all over the place.

“C’mon guys, we’re leaving!” Chase shouted from afar.

Your eyes wandered to Rudy, a content smile lying on his swollen lips as he stared at the floor. His hand slipped around yours and he pulled you after him, walking backwards so he could look at you.

“Our little secret,” He said with a wink and cupped your cheek in his other hand, before pecking your lips once again secretly and then following the others outside and to the Ubers taking you back to your flats.

You were still not fully understanding what had just happened, if it was all a feverish dream caused by the alcohol. But every time you thought that this could only be in your imagination Rudy’s hand on your thigh or around your waist pulled you back into reality. This was no longer part of a role, this was real life. And you would enjoy every second of it.

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just-my-fandom · 3 years

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Death Awaits (Vanya Hargreeves x Reader)

Summary; When Vanya Hargreeves wife is put in a coma thanks to Hazel and Cha-Cha, the apocalypse arises. The other Hargreeve siblings must do all they can to stop the apocalypse, starting with making sure Y/N wakes up from her coma.

Request; Umbrella Academy Vanya story- where reader isn’t apart of the 43 children but she has powers, and she is with Vanya when Cha Cha and Hazel attack the manor, and she helps the others fight them off-her powers being able to control earth, and water, and air to where she can like cut off people’s breaths lmao fiesty- but Cha Cha gets a shot at the reader and Vanya has to watch the reader collapse with blood loss? Thanksss

Request 2; I know you said you haven’t watched Season 2 yet (Or even finished Season 1) but AH please write a story with Vanya where the reader somehow finds Vanya after they are thrown into the 1960s and Reader actually lands with Vanya and she’s scared Vanya won’t remember her?

Warning(s); Gunshots, fighting, near death, angst.

A/N; I finally finished the show! I had a lot of fun doing this story. It is EXTREMELY long. Sorry.

Another A/N; Leonard is JUST A FRIEND. Like, reader and Vanyas best friend kinda shit.

Date started; Demember 16, 2020

Date published; December 16, 2020

. . .

“Too high,”

Vanya grunts in slight irritation at your comment. Her hand slides up her violin to fix the miss-pitch of her note, eyes barely glancing at where you sat on her bed in the manor.

Your legs gently swayed, wearing black riding boots- acquaintanced with a checkered shirt you had bought not too long ago with dark jeans. Leaning on your knees, you watch as Vanya repeated her line of notes, smiling when the wrong note is now fixed,

A slight jerk of her hand causes Vanyas note to hit too low, her shoulders dropping in defeat as she huffs a breath, “It’s never right,”

“Not if you give up that easily,” You raise an eyebrow, your wife copying your motion, “Breathe, baby. You’ve got this. There’s no one else in the room but me,”

Vanya smiles, tilting her head down before raising her violin to her shoulder, starting from where she had first messed up.

A muffled gunshot directs your attention to the door, going unheard by your wife due to the music right against her ear, so when she sees your brows pinch and your body move to stand up, she stops to watch, “What is it?”

On cue, two more gunshots ring, louder, Vanya setting her violin down gently enough despite being in a rush, following after you with you already feet ahead,

You skid to a stop at the bottom of the stairway, two masked figures standing back to back with Luther on one side, Diego on the other, and Allison opposite of you,

“Stay back,” You demand to the woman behind you, Vanyas eyes shifting to the back of your head before she steps back, moving to the empty hall feet from her,

You move three steps forward before raising a hand, fingers curling as you watch the earth under you raise, the masked killers looking down when the ground cracks beneath their feet, both pushing away from each other to avoid being dropped into the earths crust, now raising their guns to you,

A gust of wind forces their guns into the air and behind them, free hand raising to throw off their masks, revealing one male, and one female,

Your fingers clench on your left hand to wrap an invisible field around the males neck, his hands instantly raising in reflex in an attempt to pry the false pressure off,

Before the woman could run back for her gun, a bubble of water wraps around her head, and the Hargreeves siblings are forced to watch her hold her breath in a panic,

“What do you want?” You hiss, moving closer to slightly drop the water from her mouth, allowing her to gasp in a choked breath,

“We just want the boy,” Cha-Cha spits, your eyes narrowing- Five. “And we’ll be on our merry way,”

“Well he’s not here,” You flick your hand to where Cha-Cha is thrown back into the wall, turning your attention to the male, Hazel. He has now turned blue due to his circulation for air being cut off, a slight smile in your face.

You drop your hand so Hazel dropped forward with his hands on his knees, gasps wheezed as he coughs and hacks for air. You lift both hands so walls of rocks came from the ground, pinning at his sides so he yelled in pain at the pressure of his body.

Then you feel it. Vanya sees it. They all see it. Your powers screech to a halt when the bullet pierces the front of your shoulder, the bolders dropping to release Hazel to collapse, your eyes widening when you see Cha-Cha lower her used gun.

Diego is first to lunge forward, catching the top half of your body before you could fully collapse, your vision already falling black before Vanya could make it to your side,

“Y/N!” Vanyas voice is high pitched, breathy, in alert, “Oh my God,”

“Get Grace,” Luther demands, jabbing his finger to Allison, who stood in high alert,

“Now!” Diego and Vanya shout, Vanya pulling off her button up so she was left in her sweater, pressing the button up to where your white and black shirt was already stained dark red,

Vanya forces herself to look up to your face, eyes shut and skin pale, Diego’s finger pressing to your neck in search for a pulse,

“We can’t wait for Grace,” He hisses, moving to lift you off the debris littered floor, Vanya following, staring at the blood that stained the ends of her sleeves,

She’s quick to follow after her brother, the robot she called her mother calmly waving Diego into the medical room that had been used too many times, Diego lowering your body into the table so Grace cut the front of your shirt, revealing the bullet wound that Vanya forced herself to look away from,

“Pogo,” Grace calls, softly, pulling on gloves as she glanced to the ape, “Please escort the children out,”

“Wait,” Vanya pleas, brows pinched as she steps up to the table, but Diego is swift to catch her at her front, leading her backwards to the door Luther and Allison stood, “I need to be with her,”

“Grace has excellent medical experience. Miss Y/N is in great hands,” Pogo reassures, Vanyas eyes snapping up to your face, before she allows the door to shut, her chest tight with fear.

. . .

“I always knew your family having powers was weird,” Leonard lowers his steaming cup from his lips, frowning, “But now it’s just scary,”

“I know,” Vanya murmurs, stirring her cup mindlessly, “Y/N was just trying to protect my family,”

“How-,” Leonard clears his throat, “How is she? By the way,”

“She’s resting. At home. She hasn’t woken up yet,” Vanya shuts her eyes, pressing her hands to her eyelids, “My tryouts for the front chair is this afternoon. I don’t know if I can do it,”

“Dont do that,” Leonard shakes his head, Vanya lowering her hands to pinch her brows, “Dont put yourself down because Y/N isn’t physically here. Just,” Leonard pauses, hand waving in thought, “Is there anything that Y/Ns ever said that just- stuck to you?”

“Breathe, baby. You’ve got this. There’s no one else in the room but me,”

Vanya smiles, nodding, slowly, “Yeah. Just this one thing. It’s always been a constant reminder she gives me when I’m rehearsing. No one else but her is in the room. Even when someone else really is in the room,”

“See?” Leonard chuckles, sipping the last bit of his coffee, “Y/N gives off that effect to make you believe what she says. She knows it’s a sense of comfort for you,”

“She’s always been good at that,” Vanya murmurs, watching Leonard set down his mug and nudge her arm, standing up,

“C’mon. I’ll walk you home. We can get your apartment nice and cozy for when Y/N gets back,”

. . .

“What is your name again?”

Vanya regrets it. She regrets everything. Coming to this audition, letting you nearly give your life for her family. She regrets it.

“Vanya,” She cant stop how low her voice is, but the conductors booming, louder, please, demands her to state, “Vanya Hargreeves,” Four notes higher.

“Right,” The conductor clicks his tongue, looking up at Vanya on the stage which makes her want to run off, “Well?”

“Breathe, baby,” Vanya nearly hears you say, as she lifts her violin to her shoulder, “You’ve got this,” She raises her bow, “There’s no one else in the room but me,” And plays,

She finishes her last note with a pause, terrified of opening her eyes, but when she does and sees the conductor staring at her in awe, she can’t help the breath she lets out, head tilting back with a smile of relief.

She had gotten the front chair.

. . .

A short gasp enters your lips. Whining out in pain, you force your head to the side. Home. How did you get here? The academy-

You sit up, shortly, crying out at the sting of pain it caused to your shoulder, eyes pinching shut before you raise your head, looking around.

“Three new voice messages,” The voicebox of your phone startles you to cover your face, heaving out an exhausted breath, “Hey, Y/N. Just checking on you in case you wake up and I’m not home,” Vanyas voice speaks, your head raising. “I’m currently at rehearsal, on March 29th, about four in the afternoon. I love you. Call the Academy or the theater if I’m not home,”

“Y/N, it’s Allison. I haven’t heard from you, not sure if you had woken up. But if you have, please call me back. Vanyas went missing. I think she’s with Leonard,”

“Leonard?” You push off the bed, stumbling into the kitchen. You lean against the wall beside the phone, running a hand down your face. Vanyas keys were gone. As was her violin,

“Hey, Y/N?” Diego’s voice comes next, “You remember that apocalypse? Yeah. Vanyas the cause. Get your shit together and meet us at the theater the night of the concert. We need you,”

Your eyes widen, flickering around for your shoes before you grab your keys, moving out the door with a shaky hand on the door, “That’s tonight,”

. . .

“What the hells going on?” Your voice startles four of the Hargreeve siblings to turn around, all watching you rub your patched shoulder,

“Y/N!” Klaus cheers, arms up, “Youre awake!”

“Vanya has powers,” Luther hisses, your eyes flicking to him, “She’s out of control, starting with slicing Allison’s neck,” He jabs a finger to said woman, where you see a patch at her neck,

“Why are we here?” You exhale, Diego stepping up,

“The apocalypse starts today. And you had hell of fucking timing waking up. You’re going to be our distraction,”

“Distraction, how?” You demand, Allison holding up her finger before jotting down words on her notepad,

She’s been scared you wouldn’t wake up. She may calm if she sees you.

“What triggered them?”

“Leonard?” Diego questions, “Yeah. He manipulated her for her powers. Good thing he’s dead now, huh?”

“Leonard’s dead?” You hiss, Luther shaking his head at you,

“We don’t have time. You need to go. Vanya needs to see you,”

You nod, shaking your arms out and wincing at the pull it gave your shoulder, moving forward to the entrance to the audience.

Your footsteps remain slow as you move down the walkway, eyes firm on Vanyas seated figure at the front of the stage. Her eyes remained a bright blue- nearly white, on her paper.

Her eyes flick up at the sight of movement, meeting your own so you stop your footsteps, smiling tearfully at where she sat. Her lips pull into her own smile, pausing slightly,

“There’s no one else in the room but me,”

Her hand is quick to catch up to her song, your feet moving back down the walkway, screeching to another halt when her head snaps to the side, in time for Diego and Luther to rush out onto the stage,

You watch in alarm as she stands up, a wave of blue thrown off her bow so Diego and Luther are knocked off the stage, the audience around you shrieking in fear and running off in large groups,

“Vanya!” You call, over the panicked shouts of the men and women around you, moving up to the stage, “Baby! I’m here!”

Her glowing eyes force themselves to look down at you, waving her bow so the musicians behind her sat back down, her jaw clenching,

“Y/N, get down!” A rough tug on your injured arm causes you to cry out, Vanyas eyes opening to see Diego pull you behind a row of seats, your back falling against his chest with a short gasp, your hand pressing to your shoulder,

“I need to get to her!” You heave, looking across the walkway to Luther and Allison, “She’ll listen to me!”

Allison shakes her head, gesturing to her own arm. “Screw the gunshot wound,” You hiss, Diego’s attempt to catch your arm when you stand up failing, where you stand in the middle of the walkway,

Luther and his siblings are quick to surround you, “Here’s how it goes!” Luther starts, “We go at her from all angles,”

“I call front,” You state, moving around him to jump onto the stage, stopping feet from your wife, “Vanya!” You plea, hand up as she continued to play, her suit now white, “Baby- it’s me! I’m okay!”

Her eyes don’t leave yours as you take another step forward, before she raises her bow, your body quick to drop before the wave of blue could hit you, the four boys behind you lifted into the air, her power quick to suck the life from their bodies,

You look up in a panic, pushing to stand up in a rush, crying out when a gunshot rings through, dropping the four brothers to the ground. Your arms jolt out to catch Vanyas fallen figure, your shoulder screaming in pain as you lower yourself to your knees, Vanyas head rested in your lap,

“Vanya!” You cry, hand running down her hair as your free pressed to her neck, “No! No, baby-,”

Your sob cuts short when feeling her pulse and no blood, looking up at Allison behind you with a false gun in her hand. “You didn’t shoot her,” You choke out, looking back down to the woman in your hands, “Oh, my god,”

You lean down, lips pressing to Vanyas forehead, sniffling as you clutched her hand in yours on her chest, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re okay,”

“We did it,” Luther heaves, Klaus moving to point at the window in the ceiling,

“Then what’s with the giant moon rock flying towards earth?”

You look up, eyes blurred with tears, sniffling as you look back down to your wife, fingers tucking her hair away from her eyes.

“So much for saving the world,” Klaus mumbles, your head leaning against Vanyas as your eyes shut, hiccuping.

“This doesn’t have to be the end,” Five rushes, moving next to you and Allison knelt by you, “I have a way out of here. I just need you to trust me,”

“Five,” You call, now looking at him, “I trust you,”

You feel your body lift off the stage, Vanyas body leaving your arms so you flailed in mid air, yelping when you are dropped onto the concrete just seconds later

Dallas, Texas, 1963

“Shit,” You whisper, looking up at where the blue vortex vanished, “Shit. Shit! Vanya!”

“Miss?” You look over, to a blonde woman standing with her son, panic on her face, “I have a woman saying her names Vanya. Might she be who you’re looking for?”

“Oh my gosh,” You mutter, nodding as you push off the floor and follow her to her car, where you see two bystanders helping Vanya off the floor, “Hey! Vanya, are you okay?”

“I think so,” She murmurs, taking your arms as she stands, her eyes flicking to your patched chest, “What happened to you?”

“You don’t remember?” You whisper, brows furrowed, your hand sliding to her cheek. You turn to face the woman from before, “Ma’am, do you have somewhere we can go? She needs to be checked up on,”

“Did I cause it?” The woman, Sissy, panics, moving up to you, “I didn’t see her, I swear,”

“It’s okay,” You breathe, and look back to Vanya, your eyes teary, “You’re okay,”

She nods, warily, letting Sissy move you to her car.

. . .

“I’m sorry, I still don’t understand,” Vanya exhales, leaning forward on the couch you both sat on in Sissy’s house, “We’re married?”

“Yes,” You nod, licking your lips in fear, “Is that okay? We- we don’t have to,” You pull your hand from where you reached for her own, Vanya shaking her head as she takes your hand, tightly,

“No- I mean- yes, it’s okay,” She smiles, your own lips pulling upwards, tiredly. You lean forward, allowing your forehead to knock hers.

“You two look like you’ve had a long day,” Sissy speaks up, handing you a cup of (favorite/warm/drink), “I only have one guest bedroom,”

“I can take the couch,” You heave, reassuringly, Vanyas brows pinching as she tugs at your hand,

“We can share, Y/N,”

“You barely remember me,” You murmur, clenching your jaw and laughing, tearily, “Why would you want to sleep with a woman who you don’t know?”

“I may not know you but I trust you,” Vanya states, raising your hand and hers to show the rings you had, “You say we’re married. I will keep trying to regain my memories as long as I can to remember our wedding day,”

Your eyes flick up to hers, smiling, weakly, with a nod, sniffling as tears began to refill your eyes. Your hand raises to wipes your cheek, Vanyas smile dropping in worry as her hand touches your jaw, directing your attention to her, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” You whisper, shaking your head, “It’s just been a very long day,”

You suck in a deep breath and sniff, looking up at Sissy who smiled, sympathetically, “Do you kind if I borrow your shower? And maybe some help rewrapping this?” You lift your bandaged shoulder, Vanyas hand falling from your face to her lap as Sissy nods, gesturing you to follow her down the hall.

You run a hand through your damp hair, silently shutting the bedroom door behind you,

Your eyes shift to Vanya on the bed, resting in a pair of Sissy’s clothing, same as you, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You move to the bed, Vanya looking up at you- finally seeing the exhaustion in your eyes. What had happened to you today?

“Of course,” Your wife murmurs, extending her hand for you to take so you slide underneath the covers,

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” You whisper, now on your side to face her, “You don’t even know me,”

“But I feel like I do,” Vanya corrects, watching as the tear in your eye slipped from the corner and down your nose, “I’m trying to understand, but I can’t do that without you,”

Your lips purse to stop the sob in your throat, hand raising to cover your pinched eyes. “Hey,” Vanya panics, shaking her head as she slides her hand to the back of your head, guiding you to rest against her chest, “No no, please don’t cry. I’m sorry,”

You let your arm slide to her backside, tightly, hiccuping against the skin of her collarbone, “No, I’m sorry. I’m so emotional and tired, and I want things to go back to normal,”

“I know,” Vanya brushes her lips against your hair, her free hand dragging her nails soothingly across your upper back, “We don’t have to talk about it anymore. What do you want me to do?”

A pause, “Just hold me,” You whisper, leaning your head back to look at her, “Please,”

Vanya nods, quickly, her eyes flicking to your lips before she looks back up to your eyes, your body pushing forward to force your lips against hers.

Vanya exhales sharply against your mouth, her fingers tightening in your hair as you peck her lips, once, twice, barely pulling away so you still felt her breath on your skin,

“I love you, Vanya. I wish I could’ve helped you,”

Vanyas brows pinch, wanting to question what you had meant, but she only finds herself pulling you back in, allowing her lips to recollide with your own, slow against the darkness of the bedroom.

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