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bradshawsvinyl · 3 months

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Castles Crumbling

Tolerate It (Part two)

read part one here.

authors note: not sure if this is the ending you guys were expecting but I hope you like it!

warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of death, miscommunication tropes.

It was two in the morning when Jake softly unlocked the door to the home he shared with you. He silently took off his shoes and went upstairs to see where you were. He knew taking off on you was wrong. He knew that you just wanted to let him in. All you ever tried to do was love him and all he ever did was shut you out.

He had been planning to propose to you. He was constantly in communication with your best friend Julianna. He was talking to her about things he didn’t quite understand like ring sizes and diamonds. He wanted to make this proposal perfect for you. He wanted to give you everything you deserved and more.

But work was stressing him out. Maverick warned Jake and the rest of the squad that they would be shipping off for an important mission in the next three months. The mission details were classified. All Maverick said was that they’d better prepare their families for the possibility that they might not come back.

Mortality had never scared Jake away from doing his job. He knew he was one of the best fighter pilots in the nation. That was why he was a part of Top Gun.

Mortality never scared Jake until he met you. He knew he loved you. You were the only person he ever saw a future with. Kids, a dog, a white picket fence, he wanted that with you. But in the back of his mind, he knew there was a chance that something could go wrong on a mission. He didn’t want to leave you alone with kids or make you a widow. He couldn’t do that to you. And so he did the only thing he knew how to do. He ran.

Jake crept upstairs and found you sitting up in bed reading a book. “I thought you would be asleep by now.” He said while sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“I can’t sleep if you’re not here. You know that Seresin.” You replied, still looking at the words in your hands.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t right to shut you out and I-“

“Don’t even,” You interrupted him. “You can’t keep doing this to me Jake. It isn’t fair. All I've ever wanted to do was help you. You can’t keep shutting me out.”

“Baby, I know I'm sorry I'm just overwhelmed with work. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You didn’t know what else to do?” You replied, voice rising from anger. “You could’ve talked to me. You didn’t have to leave me here crying like an idiot over something that I don’t even know about.”

“I know it’s just that I'm not the best at dealing with my emotions.” He said softly. “I love you.”

“Why was Julianna calling you then?” You changed the subject.

“What do you…” Jake started.

“Don’t play stupid Seresin. I saw her call you five times in the span of 10 minutes. She’s my friend. You’ve only met her a few times. Why would she be calling you at ten o'clock at night?”

Jake’s just looked at you in disbelief. There was nothing going on between him and Julianna. He was simply asking her for her opinion on how to propose and what ring to buy. She was your best friend after all. He couldn’t believe that you would think he was cheating on you with her. If you asked him to give you the moon, he would’ve done it. No questions asked.

“What are you insinuating?” He said slowly growing more angry when he realized what you thought he was doing.

“I’m insinuating that you’re seeing her on the side.” You said, near tears. “Just tell me the truth Jake. I can’t keep sitting here wondering why you’re shutting me out. You can’t keep leaving me here like an idiot.”

“Listen,” he said while grabbing your hands. “There is nothing going on between me and Julianna. I just needed to ask her something. That’s it. I would never cheat on you. You’re the only person I could ever love.”

“So why won’t you let me in.” You whispered. “If it’s not her then who? You won’t talk to me anymore. You won’t touch me. You barely even look at me.”

Suddenly Jake’s face dropped. “I might not come back.” He said, so softly that you might have missed it if you weren’t right next to him.

“What do you mean you might not come back?” You said growing more and more confused.

“Maverick said that this next mission is going to be dangerous. He said to hope for the best but expect the worst and I just-“ Suddenly Jake started sobbing.

You were shocked. Suddenly things started making sense. He was shutting you out because he didn’t want you to be hurt if he didn’t come back. You knew Jake tended to be more quiet when there was a tough mission coming up.

You pulled him into a tight hug and began to comfort him. “Why didn’t you tell me? I can’t help you if I don’t know what is going on with you.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you. I never wanted to hurt you. I was just trying to protect you.” He said.

“I’m here for you no matter what.” You said, eyes beginning to fill with tears. “We’re a team. You have to tell me if there’s something happening. I love you.”

“I’m sorry.” He said while kissing your cheek. “I didn’t want to be a burden. I should’ve told you about the mission sooner. You’re my rock. I love you.”

As your tears and Jake's tears subside, he holds you tightly. You hold him back feeling all the walls between the two of you crumble.

Jake knew two things for certain. He would come home to you, and he would marry you.

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 months

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Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind

Alpha!Shoto x Omega!Reader

➤ Part 2 to this fic - Shoto has no memory of what happened, or what he did (u can find request in part 1 comments)

Warning ⚠️: injury talk

»»——⍟——««A/n: I feel like Todoroki is OOC here…. The title sucks and I feel like the fic sucks. Why am I posting it? Who knows 😭😭but ig maybe yall will like it

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You spend the rest of the night there with Todoroki. When he's asleep, you manage to slip away to put the groceries away and clean up the blood from his face and hands. By the morning, he's still out cold. You call his agency to tell them he won't be in and start making breakfast, preparing to wake him.

You walk to the couch and kneel down next to Shoto, putting your hand on his shoulder and shaking him a bit. "Sho. Sho, wake up," you say gently.

He groans, his eyes opening and chest rising as he takes a deep breath. Shoto tries to turn his head and look at you, but the second he moves, you can see the slight flitch in his face, his hand rising to his shoulder, feeling the bandage over his scent gland.

"What happened?"

"Your scent glands got infected. Do you remember yesterday at all? Or how it may have happened?"

Shoto groans. "That's the last time I use that stupid detergent from Kaminari."

"What?" you laugh.

"There was a... incident after a fight, involving some weirdly constructed slime, some dirt, and flower,” he mumbles. “Anyway, long story short, I had to wash my suit at the office, and Kaminari offered a special mix of detergent he uses. Considering his "special mix" of slime was part of how I got into that situation, it was a poor decision on my part. Must’ve had a reaction.”

You can't help but snicker a little. "Oh, Shoto." You shake your head and stand. "Come on, I made breakfast. Let's go to our room."

Shoto spends the day recovering in bed. While he's taking a nap, you begin washing the dishes from breakfast. In your own world you don't hear him walking up behind you. "Hey, Love," he says, resting his hand around your waist and leaning on your back, a normal action for him. Before you can respond, though, you feel the slight surge of pain jolt through you, him unknowingly touching the bruise on your back, making you jolt away from him.

You try to play it off, turning around and smiling at him. "Hey, how are you feeling?" You lean up to give him a kiss, but he backs away, a frown on his face.

"What was that? Are you ok?"

You turn around, shrugging like it's nothing. "Yeah. I'm fine." Shoto stands behind you, watching you closely. He raises his hand, gently touching you again. You don't react as much, but he notices how your body tightens up a little. "Y/n-"

"Shoto, I'm fine-" you begin, turning around to face him again, and as you do, you hit a glass off the counter, it shattering on the floor. "Oh, sorry!" you say, putting your hand out so he doesn't get cut.

"Y/n, be careful!" Shoto says, reaching out his hand to help you over it. You take his hand, stepping over the glass and grabbing the broom.

You and Shoto being cleaning, you'd like to believe it really was an accident and not a subconscious way to distract Shoto from your reaction. You knew he'd feel crushed if he saw the -still fresh and red- marks all over you, and you know he doesn't remember, so you decide to move on and not mention it to him until they're a bit more healed.

Three days later, Shoto is feeling better and heading back to his agency. In the area you work for, your schedule is one week on, and one week off, but the week off is set as only on-call, this's your on-call week.

You end up getting a call around two o'clock, and by the time you're done, you're tired and sore, especially where the claw and teeth marks are, your hero suit having been rubbing against them for hours. When you get home, you shrug off the top of your hero suit, figuring Shoto isn't home yet from the fight you heard he was in earlier in the day.

You stop at the counter in the kitchen, wanting to make a quick snack that you can take with you to the bedroom. You hear shuffling in the hallway, and then a voice. "Y/n." You turn around and smile.

"Oh! Hi, Shoto," you smile. You can make out his figure in the darkness, and you're hoping he can't see you clearly with only the light you turned on over the sink.

You know if he sees you, you'll be busted. You have a tank top on, but it doesn't hide what's on your shoulder.

"Hey! I was just making a snack," you say, turning around and reaching to grab your plate and turn the light off. When you turn back, he's only a few feet from you, and he stops with only inches between you. He takes one hand, taking the plate out of your hand, and at the same time reaching behind you and flicking the light back on. You can only look up at him, as his eyes focus on your shoulder and his hand slowly sets down your plate. "Y/n," he asks lowly.

"Yeah?"

"Who did this to you?"

"Sho, it's nothing," you say, trying to turn and walk away, but getting caught by his hand instinctively flying out, catching your side and again, making you flinch.

Shoto makes a face, his hand dropping away from you. "Let me see."

"Shoto-"

"Let. Me. See." You sigh in defeat, turning around and lifting your shirt. "Are those claw marks, Y/n?" The color in his eyes darkens, the color of an alpha coming out, the telling sign of anger levels rising.

"Yes, but they're not even that deep-"

"Who. Did. This."

You couldn't look at him, you didn't know what to say, how to say they were his claw marks. "They aren't that bad, Sho, it's fine."

"You're bleeding Y/n! How could you say that!"

"It's only sometimes, they're healing. How'd you know?"

"There's been blood on your shirts. It's small, not super noticeable, but not to mention every time I'd get too close or touch a certain spot you flinch. How did it Y/n? These are claw marks, deep claw marks. And a bite, that's frankly too close to your mating mark for my taste. And I know it is not from a fight, that no part of this is from a fight. What happened Y/n?"

You look down at your hands. "You did. Um, you were pretty out of it when Recovery Girl came over. So, to make sure you didn't attack her and stay still, I had you lean over me. You're body reacted automatically, it's really no big deal, Sho." You look up at him, and part of you wishes you hadn't. The anger and darkness in his eyes were replaced with hurt and sadness.

"Y/n, you- why didn't you tell me?" his voice sounds so small, so broken and it nearly breaks you.

"Cause, I knew you would beat yourself up. It's really not that bad."

"Y/n, it could get infected. Why aren't you treating them?" Shoto takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom, making you sit and take your shirt off.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," you say as he starts treating the marks on your back.

"It's alright Y/n, just please don't do this again. You need to tell me next time. Accident or not. I thought you were attacked."

You sigh again. Shoto coming around and looking at your face, his eyes meeting yours, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek as he places a kiss on your lips. "I'm sorry, Love. And I promise I'll make this up to you."

"There's really no need. I told you, I'm fine."

No, Y/n. You're my omega and I left marks on you. Lasting marks. I will make this up for you. Promise."

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keyotos · 1 year

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can i request a situationship fic w blade or/and jing yuan? i love your writing, btw!!

call me babe for the weekend

summary ⎯ situationships w/ blade and jing yuan!

tana's words ⎯ modern!au bc i don't know how to incorporate situationships in both their canon lives 😭

blade slightly suggestive. probably ooc. little angsty.

⎯ man he is the most confusing person to have situationships with. one moment he'll be so sweet and soft and then the next he has literally ignored you.

⎯ it's hot and cold with him and you don't know why, which pisses you off. his past plays a huge part in his emotional incompetence, but he would never let you know that, causing a drift in your relationship

⎯ he has his moments where he is being truthful with you about his feelings, but you find it hard to believe at times because of his actions.

⎯ you don't understand him or his actions or his words. how could one be so charming and then become so uncommunicative at the same time? so, you end up confronting him about it.

"blade," your voice is frigid, "do you need something?"

"just wanted to come inside," he leaned on the doorframe of your apartment door. curse him for being so attractive: his strong arms were lightly flexing as he leaned on the door. you might as well just have let him in. but you didn't; your resolve was fighting through.

"why are you showing up now?" your eyes narrowed. "it's late. i'm about to go to sleep."

blade crossed his arms, quickly sensing your hostility. you've never greeted him like this before. "can i not come by and see you?"

"you can't come by at eleven o'clock at night. especially not after i have gotten nothing but radio silence from you for five days." you snapped, body blocking the door. you knew that he would probably be able to get by with one push, but you tested your limits.

his expression softened. the gall he had, showing up at your house when it was nearly midnight, then proceeding to look at you with such a sincere expression that it causes you to melt. wait. what?

you cleared your throat, trying to shake off thoughts filled with blade. "come around another time," you try to shut the door on him, but blade holds the door in place with one hand.

"did i do something?" he asks in that sincere tone again. is he playing stupid, because there is no way he's serious right now.

you put your hands on the door, hiding behind it, "you came over to my house on saturday, slept with me, and i didn't even get to see you in the morning! and then, i don't hear anything from you for days! so yes, you did do something wrong."

"look," blade sighed, "i'm sorry. i've just been busy sorting out some⎯uh, things. i'll make it up to you, i promise."

he sounded so tired. apart of you wanted to ask him what happened and what did he go through throughout the past few days. but you needed to stand your ground. your "situationship" had been causing you to toss and turn in bed in the late hours of the night, wondering where the hell blade was.

"i'm not asking for you to make it up to me," you crossed your arms, "goodnight." you tried to shut the door, but blade slid through just in time.

"what are you doing?!" you hissed, "didn't i just tell you goodnight. that means it's your cue to leave."

"not until you tell me what's wrong," he tilted his head down to look at you. he needed to observe your expressions; you always were the most expressive person in the room, so maybe your expression will tell him what went wrong.

he couldn't lose you either.

you scoff, walking away from him, "i did. what don't you get about that?"

you headed inside your bedroom and grabbed a blanket and one pillow. at first, blade thought you were telling him to sleep on the couch until you said, "bed's yours. i'm sleeping on the couch tonight. don't bother me."

"please," he walked closer to you, "please don't be like that. i promise you that i'll atone for whatever i've done," blade placed his hands on your shoulders, locking you in place, "i'm sorry."

you groaned, rubbing your hands over your face, "i already told you this! i'm not asking for you to make it up for me. and i'm not asking you for an apology either. i just want you to realize that you're an asshole!" you move out of his grasp.

"what?" blade asked, speechless.

"fine! since you can't figure it out, i'll spell it out for you!" you brought your hands out in front of you, waving them around. blade told you once that you had a habit of talking with your hands. he said it while you two were still in bed with each other on a late night. the scenario seemed so endearing in a way that it seemed, domestic, almost. you chose to ignore that, however, focusing on the task at hand.

"you came over to my apartment at twelve in the morning on a night where i was supposed to be studying," the way you spoke was slow, as if you were lecturing a child, "and then, we proceeded to sleep with each other! and in the morning, there's no traces of you at all. and i don't hear from you again for days."

"you treat me as if i'm expendable!" you burst out, "you come so late at night, sleep with me, and then you leave. what is it, blade? what am i to you? why do you come around so much and then ditch me? or⎯ why do you act so," you shake your hands, struggling to find a word. another habit blade noticed and commented on, "so endearing! some of the things we do are borderline domestic, yet i hear nothing from you for days on end."

"i'm tired of just being the person you just call up to sleep with. i'm tired of being abandoned. this has happened for so long. and i'm so exhausted, blade," you rubbed your eyes with your hands. your rant was about to succumb you to bed, "i'm tired of not knowing what we are and i'm tired of seeing you gone. for once, i just wanted you to stay."

"but it's obvious you don't want to stay," you threw your hands up in the air, exasperatedly. "so why don't you just go on your merry⎯"

calloused hands wrapped around your wrist as you turned around to the couch. fingers brushed over your veins, and when you turned you saw the softest look blade had ever given you. his eyes were full of melancholy, longing, and regret.

"did i⎯ really make you feel that way?" blade asked, guilt evident in his tone and appearance. where blade was inexpressive with his words, he was expressive in his looks. you thought he was like you in the way.

"yeah," you turned away, wrist still in his grasp. "just go to sleep. i think we're both tired tonight," you wave your hand at him as a sign to go away.

"no."

"excuse me?" you raise an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes. "you do realize you're in my apartment, right?" you pointed to the ground using your free hand, "you either sleep here, or you're going back home."

but my home is you, he thought.

"i want to stay. with you," blade's eyes darted around your face, looking for any indication you'd let him right his wrongs. after your speech, he realized what he had been doing.

he left because he didn't want to hurt you, but even doing so, he hurt you more than he thought. blade thought you wouldn't want to be associated with him: his thoughts, his fears, his mind. in the end, you did want him to stay. maybe you two would talk about the hard stuff when blade does stay.

"kinda missed your chance, buddy," the nickname irked him.

blade scrunched his face at the sound of the nickname. he let go of your wrist, not wanting to cage you. so, he moves his hand down to yours, intertwining them together.

"i'm sorry for leaving you all those times. please believe me when i tell you that it was never my intention to hurt you," this was starting to sound more like a break-up the more blade rambled. you internally panicked, "i want to stay with you. i always have."

"then why haven't you?" you shook your head. you couldn't fall for this again; false promises under the guise of sincerity.

blade sighed. he would open his mouth, nearly saying something, but he would always close it again. that alone should have told you enough. but his hand in between yours? the way he gripped it so tenderly, so lovingly. and for some twisted reason, you stayed, hearing him out.

"i was terrified that you would leave me if you found out more about me. i emotionally avoided you because i am a coward that does not want to lose the only wonderful thing in his life he has left. but, i guess that ended up hurting you anyway, so either way i failed."

"i know you didn't want an atonement. i know you don't want an apology. just for me to realize. and i've realized. and i'm sorry⎯ i'm so sorry. i never meant to hurt you in such a way to make you feel so alone, because i want you to know that you will never be alone if i'm around. you are all i want. whatever you want, i will amend for. please. please forgive me," blade pleaded. his eyes were solemn, full of regret and hurt, yet they contained integrity. his mouth was contorted downwards, he was biting his bottom lip out of worry. his chest was rising and falling quickly: he was worried for your answer, you realized.

"how⎯ how do i know that you won't leave again?" you curled your fingers around his, holding on tighter in fear that he will let go. but to your surprise, he doesn't. he just holds on just as tight.

"i won't. this time, i promise you that," blade takes his other hand and wipes a tear from your face. you didn't even register that you were crying.

"i'm sorry," you wiped your eyes, "fuck. i didn't know. i'm sorry," you apologized, meek and resigned.

"you have nothing to apologize for," blade's hand cupped one side of your cheek. it seemed your body knew you better than your head did, as you instantly leaned into his touch. "i should be apologizing. i'll apologize to you for the rest of my life if i have to."

you laughed, "i'll be holding onto that atonement thing, just so you know."

blade smiled. he felt his entire body warm from just one sound from you, "i wouldn't expect nothing less," his hand left your cheek. your skin longed for his touch again, especially after you were devoid of such an intimate touch for days.

you yawned, bringing blade's hand up with you as you lifted your arms up in the air. blade raised an eyebrow, "sleepy?"

"extremely," you blinked a few times.

blade let go of your hand, gathering the stuff you laid on the couch beforehand, "let's rest. aeons know we need it," he softly chuckled.

when you woke up the next morning, you expected an empty space yet again. but blade stayed true to his promises, as you woke up in between his arms, warm and cozy, rather than being alone, cold and dreadful. and after that, you knew that everything would be okay.

i got lazy and i have writers block rn so i wasn't gonna write jing yuan 😭 sorry. but if you do want me to make a jing yuan version just lmk in my ask box and i'll get to it (eventually)

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #blade hsr #blade x reader #blade x you #hsr blade x reader #blade honkai

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fluffysucker · 6 months

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Than I was at 16

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU) Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince. AKA Bucky and his princess

ALL ONESHOTS CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

You didn't expect how your day will turn out to be

A/n: Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

It's my birthday today so this is very self-indulgent. I'm sorry. I needed this. Hope you like it

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You tried. You tried so hard. You tried to act like you didn't care. Like, it didn't matter. It didn't mean anything to you. But you couldn't. especially now that you were alone.

Moving the food around the plate with no appetite at all. You signed, as you knew you weren't going to eat a bite more. You wrapped the plate up next to the food you donate weekly. You were proud of how almost wasteless your restaurant was.

You got back inside, hoping maybe work would be the way to take your mind off things.

It was nothing. No big deal. That's what you kept repeating in your mind as you worked.

But it all went off the wall when you saw the text from Bucky telling you he was leaving the gym early and to meet at his place later.

You wanted to cry. It was so stupid, but it felt like a stab to your heart.

You knew Bucky wasn't a sentimental man, but he was thoughtful and considerate. He wasn't one for loud affection, but he cared so much.

So why did he forget about your birthday?

It was six o'clock now, and not a single simple 'Happy Birthday'. For the whole week, he had been acting like there was nothing important. He never mentioned it. It was a completely normal week for him.

You couldn't say that didn't hurt. It hurt much more than you wanted to admit.

You knew that the nature of your relationship wasn't like others. You knew yours, and Bucky's personalities had their big differences. And you were okay with that. You enjoyed it most of the time. It was fine.

However, you hoped that maybe today Bucky would be willing to step more into yours.

Birthdays were a big deal for you. Everyone who knew you knew this about you. You cared about birthdays. You thought of it as a chance to show your friends and family how much you truly loved and appreciated them. You wanted the people you love to have a special day every year when they were reminded of how lucky you were to have them and of how great and wonderful they were.

You had already received a couple of texts and calls from some of your family members and friends. But none of them were the ones you wanted.

You expected at least a small happy birthday kiss when you woke up tangled together in your bed this morning. And that would have been enough for you. You would have been the happiest. But you got nothing. You carried on with your routine like any other day. Until you separated at the doors of your workplaces, it was like every day.

But it wasn't. It was your birthday.

You tried to cheer yourself on, reminding yourself that not everybody cares about birthdays like you do. And that was okay.

But you almost shed tears when the staff working with you in the restaurant brought a leftover cupcake from today's work with a candle in it, singing Happy Birthday before you closed.

It was just you and them as all customers had left, and you were closing up the place. They even chipped in and bought you a present. You tried to turn it down politely, but they insisted that they wanted to give you something nice like you always gave them. You almost cried on the spot. But you weren't sure if it was all happy tears.

As you thanked them for the hundredth time before you parted ways so each of you would go home, you couldn't help but feel sadder. Your staff remembered your birthday, and your boyfriend didn't. The young adults took away part of their money to get you a present, and your boyfriend didn't.

While their simple gesture meant the world to you, leaving you with a full heart, you couldn't help but think about how the staff working with you had shown you more love and care than your own boyfriend.

Maybe it was your time to compromise. It had been Bucky who was putting in the most effort so you could meet in the middle. And it was all for your wishes. While you did wait for him, gave him all the time he needed, and took things at his pace, it was he who had to find a new comfort zone where both of you could exist together.

So maybe now it is your turn to give up and learn to accommodate. And Bucky was worth it. So worth it.

But would a small happy birthday have killed him? How could it have slipped his mind like this?

You breathed in and out, trying to keep your emotions together. It was going to be fine. You would get used to it. It was okay.

You loved Bucky so much that you would let go of this. You prioritized your relationship over failed expectations.

You tried freshening your mind, so you chose to walk to Bucky's apartment. It was a bit of a long way, but you didn't mind. You needed it. And it was quite nice.

While the gym and restaurant were in what could be called good areas of the city, Bucky lived upstate. He had a luxurious, big apartment that he refused to call a penthouse. But it kind of was. And it was immaculately decorated. Morden with hints of vintage It took your breath away the first time Bucky brought you.

You weren't going to lie and say you weren't surprised by how comfortable and financially stable Bucky was. You thought boxers always struggled to make ends meet. It was a misconception on your part. You blamed media representation for that.

You greeted the doorman, who you grew to be friendly with as your visits and stays became more frequent. You got in the elevator and pressed the floor number. You reminded yourself for the last time that it didn't matter. It would be better and easier if you let it go.

You got out of the elevator to walk to the back of the floor, where Bucky's apartment was. You noticed the pattern of always preferring the back of a place where privacy was most granted.

You used the key that Bucky gave you a while ago to open the door. You shared the apartments' keys long ago. You were going so steady. Another reminder to yourself not to make a big deal of this

You frowned at the complete silence as you walked in. Hasn't Bucky come back yet?

"Bucky?" You called out of your boyfriend because it wasn't like him to not hear you coming in. You always teased that he somehow had enhanced hearing.

"In the guys room." His voice rang in the apartment.

You put your stuff on the table as you walked into the apartment. The guys room in Bucky's apartment was the second-largest room in the house. And that was why it was the guys room. Because Steve or Sam, sometimes both, stayed over in this room way more than they stayed in their own homes. The closer you got to Bucky, the more you saw how close the three men were. It was a beautiful friendship that you admired. They teased each other and bickered to no end, yet they would die for each other in a heartbeat. You were happy your boyfriend had this kind of bond in his life. He deserved it.

You assumed both men were here as well, and they all left together. It was fine. You enjoyed their company very much.

It was unusual for the guys to have the door of the room closed. But you didn't pay much mind as you opened the door.

You should have.

You stood there in awe, shock expressions written all over your face. Your feet were rooted in their place. It was taking you a moment to comprehend what was in front of you.

The room was bare of any furniture that once occupied it. From the ceiling to the floor, glistening decorations were all over the room. Balloons, foil metallic fringe curtains, and everything. The word "happy birthday" hangs hugely in the centre of the room.

The room looked better than the pictures you see on the internet. It was like it came out of your dreams. Like someone got in your brain and copied it and made it even more beautiful.

Someone who cared so much

The feeling of two strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him broke you out of your trance.

"Happy Birthday, Princess." Bucky's raspy voice whispered in your ear.

You turned around to face him. Still unable to form words, you stood on your tiptoes to hug him and bury yourself in him for a moment.

"C'mon, let's celebrate."

The only furniture left in the room was the sofa and table. The table was covered in presents and gifts. In the middle, there was the most gorgeous, wonderful cake you had ever seen in your life.

"You remembered." These were the only words that could come out as surprise wore off.

"Of course I did." Bucky was confused.

"Doll, did you think I forgot about your birthday?" Bucky asked.

Looking at the room from your seat on the sofa, you were ashamed to answer. But Bucky didn't need a verbal answer.

"Oh, princess. I'm so sorry I made you think, though. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to surprise you."

Of course, Bucky remembered. He had been planning for this for over a month now. He had been counting the days until he finally had a day where he could spoil you endlessly. It's not like he needed a special occasion to spoil you. Bucky found out very early on in your relationship that he loved to do things for you. He was happy spending all his money on you. However, you never let him do that in peace. So he couldn't wait for your birthday so you wouldn't complain.

It wasn't his intention to make you think that he had forgotten about your birthday. It was just that he knew that if he said a word to you, he would spell out all his plans. He had no willpower when it came to you. It was like he was a completely different person from you. a person he very much enjoyed.

He didn't even spend two hours at the gym today. He just went to drag Sam and Steve with him. He had a long day ahead of him, and he needed help so the results would be perfect. And both men couldn't do anything but oblige. Moving furniture around was a pretty easy task for the men. However, hanging up balloons presented a great challenge for the men. But they overcame it, thankfully.

"You didn't have to do all of this." You were so grateful for this.

"Of course I did. I wanted to." What kind of boyfriend was Bucky if he didn't go above and beyond for his girlfriend?

"Now, let's celebrate." Bucky took the lighter off the table and lit up the candles on the cake, then started singing Happy Birthday.

In that moment, you felt a surge of emotions. Overwhelming even. The overflowing feeling of being loved engulfed you. There was someone in this world who wanted to celebrate you like you dreamed. Someone who put all the effort into you. Someone who gave you happiness you thought was only in fairy tales. Someone who chose to love you

Someone who was everything and more.

You knew what your wish was going to be this year. And you made it as you blew off the candles.

"Happy Birthday, princess."

Bucky leaned in to kiss you. You kissed him back and deepened the kiss, hoping to let him know how much you loved him.

"Want to open your presents?" Bucky spoke as you broke apart.

"I don't want to hear it. Just see them." Bucky added quickly before you protested that he shouldn't have brought you so many presents.

"Okay. Which one should I start with?" And you listened to him.

"This one." He brought a small box to your hand.

You took the box from him and opened it, only to be stunned.

"Bucky..."

"You don't have to wear it. I just wanted to give it to you." You could tell Bucky was nervous. Maybe he should have left this one to last.

"Are you kidding? This is so beautiful." You brought it out of the box.

Holding in your hand was a simple gold necklace with Bucky's initials in it. You loved it more than you could describe.

You turned your back to Bucky so he could help you put it on. It looked so delicate on your skin, and it meant so much to you.

"I'm never taking it off." You would never.

Bucky smiled at your words. He loved you so much that he didn't believe it sometimes. He gave your lips a little peck.

"That would have been enough of a present." You couldn't help yourself. You didn't want any presents. Every day with Bucky was a gift.

Bucky glared at you, warning you not to say stuff like this again, and let him spoil you once in silence. And you nodded.

The rest of the presenters were a variety of things. all things that you loved and had big interests in. even things you mentioned before. It was heartwarming to see how thoughtful Bucky was.

You are beaming with excitement and joy. Until the last present.

You grabbed the envelope with a tie wrapped around it. You had your eyes on it, but something told you to leave it for last.

And you were right.

"OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD." You got up screaming and jumping.

"Please tell me this is real." You turned to Bucky, holding the paper so tight in your hand.

"I can't joke about this." Bucky answered. His eyes were shining from seeing you so happy. That's all he ever wanted in life. You are happy because of him.

"I love you so much." You shouted as you threw yourself on him, hugging him so tightly.

"I love you too, doll." Bucky giggled as he hugged you back. Your happiness automatically makes him happy as well.

The envelope had tickets for a concert for your favorite singer. They had been your favorite since forever. You always talked about how long you wanted to see them live. But each time, either you couldn't afford it or tickets got sold out so quickly that you didn't get any.

However, Bucky managed to get the tickets. He knew people who knew people. And it was all worth it.

"I wanted to get the tickets for this weekend, but the team wants to celebrate your birthday." Bucky could vividly remember the look Natasha gave him when he told her they didn't need to do anything for you and that he was already planning something for you. If looks could kill, He would have been dead. How dare he think that they wouldn't celebrate your birthday? Their favorite sunshine. The audacity.

At the moment, right now, Yelena was already ordering the cake for the weekend, while Natasha was impressed by Steve and Sam's skills at hanging up balloons quickly.

Steve and Sam had no idea how they got dragged to decorate for your birthday twice on the same day. However, they weren't complaining at all. It was like having a little sister. So they were very okay with it.

"I got an extra ticket, so you can bring whoever you want with you." Bucky knew you had a couple of friends who were fans as well. He wanted you to have the choice to pick as you liked.

You had already picked.

"I know it's not to your taste so much, but would you join me and go together?" This concert had been your dream for so long, and you couldn't think of anyone other than Bucky to experience it with.

You wanted to be holding his hand as you watched your favorite singer take the stage. You wanted to dance with him as your favorite love songs played. Because all the love songs are about him now.

"I would love nothing more." Bucky replied before you could tell him that he could turn it down. He wanted to go with you. He wanted to see you check something off your Wishlist.

"I get to pick your outfit, though." You added, laughing.

"We will see about that." Bucky joked, but he knew he would wear anything if it meant making you happy.

You looked at Bucky with so much love and adoration. everything he did for you. You were beyond thankful.

"Thank you, Bucky."

"Thank you for being born."

Years ago, you were born to bring so much light and joy to this world. Years later, you become his light and joy.

And he wanted to spend all his life celebrating you.

Today was better than you ever expected.

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can u write a tighnari fluff where tighnari, cyno, collei and reader are playing fnaf? i think it would be super silly ^_^

i love this reqqq 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

welcome to jumpscare nation!

• chaos. utter chaos is whats happening in your room at 3 o'clock in the morning:

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT??????" collei

"AAAHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!!" tighnari

"I CLOSED THE DOOR THO?????" cyno

"CYNO,, YOU FUCKING SHIT STAIN,, THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" y/n

"I SWEAR I CLOSED THE DOOR!! IT IS NOT MY FAULT THIS HOE BONNIE'S BIG BODY BITCH ASS GOT THROUGH!" cyno

"YKNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE A SKILL ISSUE TO ME!" y/n

"FUCK OFF Y/N!" cyno

"NO ONES GONNA TELL ME WHAT IT IS???" collei

"ITS AN ANIMATRONIC BUNNY COLLEI." tighnari

"NOW WHY WOULD THAT BE IN A KIDS ROOM,, TIGHNARI???" collei

"WHY WOULD I KNOW???" tighnari

• howd we get here? well collei had the brilliant idea to have a sleepover,, and your house was voted the best place to hold it,, considering you had all sorts of entertainment. all the latest games,, tvs,, consoles,, streaming services,, etc.

• but out of all of that you all unanimously chose to play fnaf 4.

• the scariest fucking game to exist.

• so with that you opened up the game,, shoved cynos short ass into the chair and pressed new game.

• cyno was pretty confident tho,, talking about how he couldnt be scared by some kids toys,, and he was right...

• until he reached night 2.

• cynos cocky attitude left to paris as soon as he saw foxy start to form in the closet,,

"y/n... what the hell is that???"

"thats foxy,, stupid. hes a pirate fox animatronic."

• cyno was pissing his pants lowkey,, but he kept playing. while he was distracted by foxy,, guess who crept into his room?

• BONNIE.

* cue the screeching *

• so yeah collei hid under the covers,, tighnari tried his best to cover his elephant sized ears,, you just laughed and cyno sat there flabbergasted.

• all while collei screeched.

• after cyno died,, it was colleis turn. and she was petrified.

• she ultimately started to tear up and ended up going to get some water 🥲☠️

• poor collei .

• next was tighnari,, who agreed to play as long as the sound was turned down.

• tighnari cleared nights 1-4 pretty easily until he was brutally murdered by nightmare fredbear during night 5.

• he was so pissed his ears kept twitching 😭

• and then it was your turn and you actually managed to clear the game mad easily.

• cyno was screeching that you had mods

• collei was busy crying

• and tighnari just looked astonished

• after the games everyone went to bed except you

• you quickly uninstalled the game mods and then went to sleep with rest <3

did this pretty quick so sorry if its ass

everything ?

#crack fic #crack #fluff #anime fluff #anime x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #collei x reader #cyno fluff #collei fluff #tighnari fluff #tighnari x reader fluff #cyno x reader fluff #collei x reader fluff #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff #genshin crack #modern au #x reader

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song/ship analyses part 10: aziracrow and "too sweet" by hozier

so we all heard this song right? and then immediately died right??

“It can't be said I'm an early bird

It's ten o'clock before I say a word” headcanon that crowley wakes up very late because of drinking heavily after aziraphale leaves

“How do you sleep so well?” how did crowley sleep before azi left

“You keep telling me to live right

To go to bed before the daylight” this can be a dual meaning, cause it can be aziraphale and muriel, hence why he doesn’t listen, it reminds him too much of his angel

“You know you don't gotta pretend

Baby, now and then” crowley telling azi he doesn’t need to pretend to be a perfect angel all the time

“I think I'll take my whiskey neat” the demon is heavy drinking

“My coffee black” he orders six shots of espresso at gmcogmd

“and my bed at three” he falls asleep really late and wakes up really late because of the drinking

“You're too sweet for me” dual meaning again, could be talking about azi being too sweet for him or muriel being too sweet to him

“I aim low

I aim true, and the ground's where I go” the Fall

“I work late where I'm free from the phone

And the job gets done

But you worry some, I know” azi constantly worrying about crowley and hell because he’s afraid that theyll take him and torture him

“But who wants to live forever, babe” he’ll look at the little bit of holy water he has left in the jug, because of course he wouldn’t use it all. he may be an optimist but he’s not stupid

“You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate” the final fifteen kiss

“The rest of you like you're the TSA

I wish that I could go along” crowley would go everywhere for azi, everywhere but heaven, he can’t go back to heaven, he can’t.

“You know you're bright as the morning

As soft as the rain” crowley associates azi with the rainfall at eden, the first rain, soft on his wings, the sun still shining

“Pretty as a vine

As sweet as a grape” the scene in rome where crowley and aziraphale are getting wine and azi slips up

#good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #song/ship analysis #too sweet #too sweet hozier #hozier #unheard #unheard hozier #GUYS.

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Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 12: Since Lsu

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September 30, 2021

(y/n's pov)

its been..

18 days.

432 hours.

25,920 minutes.

1,555,200 seconds.

since i've talked to joe.

since our kiss.

since we cried on the sidewalk while it rained over top of us.

i had come to the decision to wait 2 weeks before possibly reaching out to joe, but now it had been 2 weeks and 4 days.

i did want to hear what he had to say.. but i was also nervous to hear what he had to say.

it was stupid for me to think the felt the same way, he could have any girl in the world; and there was no way he'd pick me.

over the past couple weeks, i've lost track of what day of the week it even was. i stayed in bed most of the time, busy feeling bad for myself.

gracie and jess had texted me everyday wondering if i had talked to joe yet. i'd tell them no and in they'd give me a pep talk in return.

they really wanted me to talk to joe, but i still had no clue to why.

it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon when my mom came in my room.

"good morning sunshine!" - your mom laughed

"not funny." - you

"i just thought i'd come in and check to see if you were alive." - your mom

"definitely alive, feel a little dead though." - you

"oh you're exaggerating. but.. you need to get up and out of this bed today. you, your father, and i have plans tonight" - your mom

"wait what? what are we doing?" - you

"we're going to the bengals game. joe got us three tickets but robin was the one to walk them over here. she said he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by coming over here." - your mom

"i don't know mom, i might not go. i don't know if i'm ready." - you

"this would be the perfect way for you two to talk, robin said he's going straight home after the game, win or lose. that's when you two can finally talk." - your mom

"i'm scared though." - you

"of what, honey?" - your mom

"what he's going to say." - you

"it's joe, y/n. it's the same boy you used to force to play barbie's with you. i wish you two would realize that you can't live without each other, and just stop fighting." - your mom

"it's hard to mom. it's hard to just see him as my childhood best friend when he's so much more to me." - you

"i understand, just tell me your decision before we leave." - your mom

"i will." - you

my mom gave me a small reassuring smile before disappearing out of my room.

joe hadn't left my mind once since that night at the bar and now i have to decide wether or not to go to his game.

on one hand, it was nice that he wanted to clear things up and the fact he invited me and my parents to his game today really showed he cares about our friendship.

but on the other hand he cared about our friendship.

to him i was nothing more than that, and at times it seemed like the only reason he talked to me still was because of how long we've known each other.

when i went downstairs for breakfast i immediately noticed robin sitting at the island with my mom. i had been avoiding her and jimmy too, only engaging in small conversation from time to time.

"hey honey!" - robin smiled

"oh hi! morning." - you

"you doing okay?" - robin

"uh.. i'm starting to get better, yeah." - you

"i'm really sorry honey, i hate seeing you hurt. especially over my damn son." - robin

"i'm fine, robin. i'll get over it." - you

"there shouldn't be anything you should have to get over! i raised him better than that. i mean has he even tried to explain to you why he did it.. or apologized?" - robin

"he has apologized, and he has tried to explain but i shut him down. he tried texting me, but after 2 days he gave up because i didn't answer. i'm sorry, i just can't talk to him yet." - you

"oh honey don't apologize, he really messed up. i understand you're side of it completely." - robin

i gave her a small smile before grabbing my breakfast and exiting the kitchen. before i got to the first step i turned around and asked robin something.

"hey robin?" - you

"mhm?" - robin

"is joe upset?" - you

"of course, y/n. that following tuesday, after practice joe went to the gym till dark. i had to call him and practically force him to go home. he's coming to a realization that he can't live without you and it's hitting him pretty hard. he won't talk much, to anyone really." - robin

"wow. i didn't know he was actually being affected that much." - you

"he's really upset with himself. he knows he messed up big time and wants to fix it. there have been a couple paragraphs he's showed me that he thought about sending you but i don't know if he ever did." - robin

"if he did i wouldn't know, i blocked him on everything.." - you

"that's your decision and i don't blame you. i wouldn't wanna hear from him either after what he pulled." - robin

"i'm just surprised he told you the truth." - you

"he wanted sound advice on how to fix the whole situation that's why. supposedly today was step one of his plan, you and your parents going to the game." - robin

"despite all of this, i cant but think about how sweet that is." - you

"i told you y/n, he really really cares about you. like a lot." - robin

"thanks for everything." - you said before walking upstairs with your breakfast

*time skip*

it was a few hours later and my parents had just left for the game. i decided to not go because i didn't want my first time seeing joe since the fight to be at such a huge event. both my parents and joe's respected my decision and said their goodbyes before leaving.

now that i was home alone i sat bored on my bed scrolling on my laptop looking for jobs.

i eventually gave up and picked my phone up off my nightstand to scroll through instagram. the first thing i saw was joe warming up and i couldn't help but smile, he looked so good.

when the game started i slipped one of joe's jerseys on and made my way into the living room.

once the game started i found myself zoning out while watching joe. he looked unbelievably good in his uni and it was hard not to watch him intently.

the whole first quarter every time the camera panned to joe he was looking up in the stands. it didn't take me long to figure out that he was looking for me.

(joes pov)

there was 2 minutes left in the first quarter and to my disappointment, y/n wasn't here.

i couldn't blame her, after all the shit i pulled i wouldn't come to the game to support me either.

but, there was a hope deep down that she would be here. the start of the 2nd quarter didn't make me give up either, i sat on the sidelines still staring up at the box my parents and y/n's parents were sitting in.

"joe. she ain't comin." - ja'marr

"you don't know that!" - joe

"i think she'd be here by now if she was going to come." - tee

i shrugged them off and while running onto the field with the rest of my offense i looked up at the box, she still wasn't here and that's when i concluded that she wasn't coming.

(y/n's pov)

i finished getting ready with 5 minutes in the 2nd quarter to spare. when i stood in front of my mirror i took in my appearance. i was wearing a black long sleeve turtle neck with the black version of joe's jersey over top, biker shorts, and black combat boots to complete the outfit.

hurriedly i ran downstairs, grabbed my phone, keys's, and wallet before sprinting to my car.

i wanted to make it before halftime was over so when joe ran back out he would see me.

thank god my mom left my ticket on the kitchen table or else i wouldn't be able to get into joe's box.

when the security guard opened and i walked in, both sets of parents' faces lit up.

"y/n!!" - robin smiled

"hey y'all!" - you smiled

"come here, you can sit by me." - your mom grinned

i moved over and plopped down between my mom and robin.

"what made you decide to come?" - your mom

"i was watching the game from home. every time the camera was on joe i noticed that he was looking up here. i assumed he was looking for me so i wanted to be here for him." - you

"you don't even have to assume, he's definitely looking for you." - your mom

"no doubts there y/n." - robin laughed

(joe's pov)

when we ran back out after halftime i refrained from looking up at the stands. i didn't feel like getting let down again.

i was mid conversation with ja'marr when tee came running up behind us to interrupt.

"joe! joe!" - tee shoved joe's shoulder

"what?!" - joe

"look!" - tee pointed at the stands

my eyes trailed to where tee was pointing to see that it was in the direction of my box.

at first i didn't know what i was supposed to see until she started vigorously waving with other hands.

it was y/n.

a huge smile formed on my face as i waved back to her.

"you're whipped, son." - ja'marr laughed

"yeah.. i am." - joe continued smiling at you

"come on, lover boy we gotta go. you can fawn over her later." - ja'marr

(y/n's pov)

watching joes face light up when he saw me was so incredibly cute. my mom and robin's audible "awwww's" made the moment even sweeter.

the rest of the game joe seemed a lot less distracted, and they won 24-21.

"do you wanna come see joe with us?" - robin

"i'm probably just gonna go head home. thanks for asking though, and also tell joe i said thank you for the ticket." - you

"of course. we'll see you tomorrow?" - robin

"yup! goodnight guys!" - you

i made my way out of the stadium fast to try and beat traffic. my parents plus jimmy and robin were going out to dinner tonight, and from my mom i learned that joe was heading straight home from the game too.

when i got home i took my boots off and changed into a more comfy outfit.

sitting at the kitchen island in complete silence, i contemplated texting joe. after seeing his face light up on the field when he saw me in the stands, i needed to see him.

i found myself zoning out, my thoughts never stopping for a second when my phone vibrated on my lap.

grabbing it immediately, disappointment washed over me when it was just a message from my mom.

make it home okay?

i texted back a quick "yup 👍" before putting my phone down again. i was getting up from my seat after deciding to just go to bed when my phone buzzed again.

this time when i picked it up, my heart started beating out of my chest. it was a text from joe.

can i come over?

for a second i thought about what i could send back. something simple? something that shows how much i miss him without being too greedy? a simple yes?

after a few seconds of panicking i typed something up and sent it without thinking any longer.

please.

a smile wouldn't leave my face as i made my way to the living room. i watched through the window that overlooked the road, and started blushing when i watched joe fly out of his front door. his pace across the road was quick, practically running after he looked both ways.

once i could hear his footsteps on the front porch i started towards the front door to unlock it for him, but once i got to the hallway he was already standing there.

"i forgot you had a key." - you laughed nervously, unsure of what to do now that you were face-to-face with him

joe moved towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head in my neck as my arms were around his neck.

i heard him mumble something incomprehensible, and when i asked him to repeat himself he pulled his face away from my neck. joes arms were still around my waist, my arms around his neck and he looked down into my eyes as fondness filled his.

"i can't do this anymore." - joe

"you can't do what anymore?" - you

"y/n, i want to clear up everything. tell you the truth." - joe

"then tell me, joe." - you

joe unwrapped his arms around my waist and grabbed one of my hands, pulling me into the living room and sitting on the couch.

"i'm so so sorry for what happened weeks ago. it wasn't what i planned at all." - joe

i heard his apology, but the only thing i heard was "planned".

"planned?" - you searched his eyes for answers

"planned. i wanted you to go to my game, and win or lose i was going to take you somewhere after. thankfully we won, and now i can admit to you why i was so persistent on you going to the bar with me. it was my plan to kiss you, but when i did.. i was so worried that you had just gotten caught in the moment and didn't actually want to kiss me. i totally panicked and the first person i saw was lexie. i'm truly so sorry y/n, and i know i can't explain it away. nothing happened between lexie and i either, she was being a total bitch and i'll tell you our conversation later. that is, if you still want to be friends?" - joe

friends.

"joe, over the past weeks i've realized that i can't go without you. i accept your apology, but i just have one question.." - you

a smile formed on joes face when i said i accepted his apology, relief washed over his body and the way his body physically became more relaxed showed that.

"ask away." - joe

"what were you going to do after you kissed me, if the lexie stuff didn't happen? what was the whole point?" - you

i watched him tense back up and his gaze left my face, joe looked at his feet as he thought about how to word his next statement.

"i was going to admit something to you." - joe

"admit.. what?" - you

"something i should've told you back when we were still at lsu." - joe

"which is?" - you

joe sighed before scooting closer to me on the couch, he took one of my hands off my lap and held it in his.

"in high school i came to the realization that you were the most beautiful girl in the world. when we were at ohio state together i started getting butterflies every time you said my name.. every word that left your mouth made me blush as long as it was directed towards me. when you went along with me to lsu, that's when it really hit me. you're the only girl i've ever truly truly cared about, y/n. no other girl i've ever been with has mattered to me as much as you do. you understand me more than anyone else, and i'm so grateful to have you in my life." - joe

my heart rate got higher and higher as words spilled out of his mouth. was joe really confessing to me right now? he felt the same way?

"what are you saying?" - you

joe licked his lips before making eye contact with me and letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"y/n, i'm in love with you." - joe

i squeezed his hand as those words left his lips, i've wanted to hear those words for so so long.

joes eyes were still searching my face for a reaction when i realized i hadn't said anything yet. without thinking i launched forward and hugged my arms around his neck, now sitting on his lap.

when i pulled myself away from him i cupped his face in my hands.

"joe, i'm in love with you too. have been for a long time, and you have no idea how happy i am to hear you feel the same way." - you

joe couldn't get the smile off his face, and i couldn't either.

"can i kiss you?" - joe smiled

"of course." - you

joe leaned forward and pressed his lips onto mine, it felt like fireworks were going off around us as our lips connected.

after a few moments we pulled away completely breathless with our foreheads touching.

"god, i'm so happy you feel the same way. now you can understand why i was so pissed off when you went on a date with tee. it wasn't just because he was my teammate, i just couldn't stand seeing you with another guy that wasn't me." - joe

"it makes sense now. i'm really really glad things ended up working out though. i've been venting to my mom about you for the past 5 years." - you

"i vented to her too! i don't know how your mom was able to keep from telling you that i felt the same way." - joe

"she was hoping a moment just like this would happen, that's how. and you don't have to worry about other guys anymore, by the way." - you

"i know. all mine now." - joe leaned in and kissed you

"i love that you just did that. we just kissed and it was so casual. like i can kiss you whenever i want now." - you smiled

"you're so cute." - joe laughed

eventually joe laid flat on his back and i laid next to him, his hand on my back keeping me from falling off the couch.

"what time is it?" - you

joe picked his phone off of his chest and read the time out.

"almost one. 12:47." - joe

"i don't want you to leave." - you buried your face in his neck

"i don't want to leave either. can i just stay the night? i really don't feel like sleeping without you tonight." - joe

"sure, let's head up to my room." - you

joe and i made our way upstairs to my room, he was now laying in the middle of the bed in the room that he helped me set up.

i excused myself to go wash my face, and by the time i had gotten back joe was sprawled out on the bed looking super comfortable.

"someone looks comfy." - you laughed

"i'd be even more comfy with you next to me, c'mere." - joe patted the space next to him

i made quick work getting underneath the covers and getting comfortable.

"you really sleep in just sweatpants and a sweatshirt?" - you

"i just sleep in boxers, but i think it's a little early for that." - joe winked as he moved a hair out of your face

i giggled and returned to laying on my pillow instead of joes like i was moments before. i guess joe could sense my unsureness of what to do next because he smiled as he pulled me into his chest.

"you can lay on me." - joe kissed your head

my cheek was pressed against his left peck as my hand rested just bellow his right.

"your chest is so comfy." - you

joe laughed sweetly before kissing my forehead, as soon as he pulled away he pressed another kiss to it and another and another.

"you're gonna kiss your lips off, joe!" - you giggled

he finally moved away and moved onto his side, now he was leaning on top of me.

"that's the plan, honey." - joe smiled

the nickname had me blushing and giggling before i pressed another kiss to his lips.

"we've gotta make up for the 5 years of missed opportunities for kisses." - you

"i can arrange that." - joe moved down and kissed you again

after a few more kisses, joe laid back down and pulled me back to his chest. his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and it felt so right.

"our parents are gonna flip when they find out about us." - you smiled

"our moms have been planning this since they found out i was a boy and you were a girl." - joe laughed

"i have a question." - you

"you're full of those tonight, huh?" - joe grinned

i laughed before continuing on.

"what happens now? about us?" - you

"well, i'm a little tired right now. so i was thinking tomorrow night i take you on our first official date. that is if you aren't busy and would like to go with me?" - joe

"of course i'll go with you. plus i'm never busy joe i literally live with my parents." - you

"hopefully that'll change eventually." - joe

"what do you mean?" - you grinned up at him

"if we start dating and have a serious relationship, i was hoping at some point you'd move in with me. i mean would you rather live with your parents or your super ultra-cool best friend/boyfriend." - joe

"i love the sound of that." - you blushed

"living with me?" - joe

"that… and also you calling yourself my boyfriend." - you

"who knows, i might be able to call myself that after tomorrow night." - joe shrugged and you hid your blush in his chest

"you're gonna be the absolute death of me, joseph lee." - you

joes laugh shook his chest, me included, as he rubbed up and down my arm. when he finished laughing he let out a loud yawn.

"you tired from your game? i haven't even congratulated you on your win yet, i'm sorry! i'm such a terrible almost girlfriend." - you

"you're a perfect almost girlfriend. plus there have been more important things on our hands tonight." - joe

"okay well, goodnight joey." - you kissed his cheek

"goodnight, y/n." - joe kissed your head and rubbed your back in attempts to lull you to sleep

it wasn't long before joes chest got into a rhythm of rising and falling and small snores escaped from him.

tonight i fell asleep on the chest of my favorite boy knowing he was just as in love with me as i was with him.

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authors note: some fluff to end the horrid sunday that this day has been. 😭

(some angst is def coming soon though 😉)

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

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elisysd · 10 months

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Place in me - Luke Hemmings

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Call me in the morning, yeah I'm sorry that I let you down, I I'm so apathetic, it's pathetic But I need you now, now

Charles approached the Japanese Grand Prix with confidence, but with a certain anxiety. Confident because he was just back from a race where he had won. Apprehensive because of the memories linked to this track. Memories that he preferred to repress far, far away in his memory. But it was as if fate had decided that it wasn't going to leave him in peace. Conditions on Sunday were far from ideal. The track was soaked and Charles shared his concerns with Fred, who admitted that he wasn't at ease either. But despite the FIA's reluctance and the rain, which showed no sign of stopping, the race went ahead.

Getting up at seven o'clock on a Sunday morning was not what Lyanna had in mind when she thought about her weekend. But she had promised Charles that she would watch all his races, from free practices to the finish line. In addition, he was starting from P3, a position he didn't particularly like, but nonetheless he was in front and that made Lyanna happy. She had no doubt that he would be able to hold his position. But the rain and the commentators on television didn't reassure her. She couldn't wait for the race to finish. Firstly because she knew that Charles didn't really like Suzuka and secondly because it meant that he was coming home, something that Lyanna felt had not happened for far too long. She couldn't wait to see him walk through the doors of the flat and she had promised herself that as soon as he arrived, she wouldn't let him out of her sight. Besides, he was coming home just in time for her birthday and she couldn't wait to spend it in bed with him. Nothing but Charles and the few phone calls she felt compelled to take.

The race finally started and Charles quickly overtook Checo to follow in Max's trail. The rain was pouring down and Lyanna couldn't imagine what Charles could see, or rather not see, and feel. If she closed her eyes, it would make her want to throw up. With her eyes glued to the screen, she could see Charles battling with Max for P1 and even before the impact, she knew. She knew that neither of them would win the duel. And it was Charles who made the mistake in trying to overtake Max. The Ferrari's rear wheels locked, forcing him to adjust his trajectory and collide with Max. Both spun and hit the barrier.

Lyanna gasped, events of last year replaying in her head. But it wasn't long before she saw Max and Charles get out of the car, unharmed. She exhaled. They were fine.

She was the first person Charles called when he got back to the hotel. He was exhausted and angry, and unfortunately for Lyanna she soon realised that it was going to be up to her to find the words to comfort the Monegasque driver.

“You don’t understand Lyanna! It’s my fault. 100%. And I can’t afford to make stupid mistakes like this! Not now that I have a real chance at the championship, I can’t fuck it up.”

“You’re too hard with yourself… The track was completely wet because of the rain it could have happened to anyone, to Lewis or even Max. You’re a human Charles, not a robot.”

“It was a rookie mistake, Lyanna. I know better than that.” He said harshly.

“I’m just glad you are okay…” she whispered.

“You know what we always say, right? You know what I always promise you. You know that.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Repeat it, then.”

“Be fast, come back to me, I love you.”

“And I’m always fast, I always come back to you and I’ll always love you. Enough about me. Tell me about you, I feel like it’s been so log since we actually got a proper talk.”

“That’s because every time we’re on FaceTime your mind is always elsewhere but never on me.”

“I’m sorry about that. It’s just… this start of the season is already a lot…”

“I know. That’s why I don’t want to add to your problems or your stress.”

“You know you’ll never. So, how’s the shoot.”

“I’ve known better if I’m being honest. Don’t get me wrong, I love the movie and I trust Michael’s vision and you should see Adam Driver on set, he is magistral, but anyway. It’s a lot of pressure, a lot of work and it’s a range of emotions to portray that I’ve never done before. It’s exhausting. Fulfilling because I feel like I learn so much about myself, but hard and stressful. I can’t wait for you to get home… I... I just need you and your arms and your kisses… You. Only you.”

“And I’ll be all yours as soon as I stepped out of that plane, I promise you. Do you want to do something in particular for your birthday?”

“I want to do you. That’s it.” She jokingly said.

Charles was far from against the idea and if he was honest, it was something he was looking forward to. But he also knew how much his girlfriend loved her family and the place they occupied in her life. He wanted her to have a birthday to remember. And he wanted to be the person to give her that. His ego would feel flattered. After hanging up with Lyanna, he searched his contacts for Renée's phone number, which she had given him in case of emergency.

“Charles? You are the last person I expected a call from.” Lyanna’s mom greeted him after she picked up.

“Renée, hello. I hope you’re alright and I’m not bothering.”

“No, you don’t. Is everything okay with Lyanna? I’m assuming she is the reason why you call.”

“Yes, kind of… I wanted to ask you something.”

“If you are asking me for the permission to marry her, it’s a no. You still have to prove that you deserve her, young man.”

Charles was taken aback by the way she said it.

“Hum... well. I was not calling for that but it’s good to know… I guess? Hypothetically, if I wanted to ask you for permission, what should I do?”

“Don’t ignore her for starter. She told me what happened after your win in Bahrain. It didn’t make me happy to hear that, Charles. You promised me you would take care of her; I’m not asking you to be perfect, everyone is human and bound to make mistakes but… don’t play with her and her feelings. She went through enough.”

“I’ve already apologised to her, I kind of groveled if it can help. But anyway, it was not the reason of my call. I want to organize her a surprise birthday party and I was thinking of making you all fly out to Monaco to see her. It would make her so happy. And… I was also thinking that you all could meet my family since I wanted to invite them as well. Lyanna is close to them and I know my mom would be delighted to help to organize. She loves Lyanna.”

“Well… it’s very nice of you…”

“You don’t have to do anything. I can arrange a private jet and the hotel. You would just have to show up to the airport. Say yes, please. For Lya.”

Charles couldn't help jumping in joy and punching his fist in the air when Renée told him that she agreed and that she would take care of planning with the rest of the family. As soon as he had finished with his mother-in-law, he hurried off to phone his mother and explain his plans. Pascale was delighted and assured him that everything would be fine and that she would take care of everything. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut and not reveal anything to the actress. So it was with great excitement that Charles set off the next day for Italy to meet up with his beloved.

Lyanna wasn't there when Charles arrived from the airport. He hadn't said exactly when he was coming back, wanting to surprise the young woman. On the way, he stopped at a florist and bought her a huge bouquet of red roses. He knew it wasn't original, but he didn't care. He took the time to put his things away and take a long hot shower before changing into comfortable clothes. He plugged his phone into the stereo in the living room before choosing an acoustic playlist to play in the background. When that was done, he settled into the sofa and closed his eyes, savouring the fact that he was home. Soon he heard a key turn in the lock and he sat up, ready to welcome Lyanna and shower her with kisses.

He had expected her magnificent smile to light up as soon as she saw him, but what he saw destabilised him. She was crying. And not just a little. Her glossy eyes found Charles and she burst into even more tears, if that were possible, before rushing into his arms and soaking his shirt.

“Love… Lya… Oh my god babe. Hey, talk to me.”

“I want to give up. I can’t go back there. I want to give up Charles” she was like a broken record repeating the same sentences again and again.

“Babe, come here. Sit down. Tell me what happened.”

She pressed herself against Charles and wrapped her arms around his torso before burying her neck in his shoulder.

“I fucked up. We were supposed to shoot a scene and… and it was a hard one. It was about abuse. And…I freaked out. Something in me froze. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I got flashbacks from…” she shook her had as if she was trying to erase the memory. “And then everyone was staring at me, Michael wanted me to redo the whole scene from the top but I couldn’t Charles. I couldn’t. I ran away. I said that I couldn’t do it anymore and I left. They are going to be so mad. So mad. But I couldn’t stay there, I felt like I was drowning and I couldn’t breathe. It scared me.” She was rambling and Charles hugged her even tighter, kissing her forehead.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here, Lya, I’m here…”

“I’m so thankful you’re here. I thought you were coming back later and I would be alone and I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

He let her cry against him until she finally fell asleep, exhausted. He carried her to their bedroom and laid her on their bed. She tossed and turned, seeking the warmth of Charles' body. He joined her shortly afterwards and, naturally, she found herself back in his arms.

When Charles woke up a little later, it was still dark. The jet lag was beginning to wear on him, even though he was usually rather proud of the way he handled it. Lyanna hadn't moved an inch; she was still snuggled comfortably in his arms, her legs intertwined with his. Instinctively, he pulled her even closer to him and placed his lips on the top of her head. He didn't want to move, he felt good, peaceful. But a pang of worry pierced his heart. He couldn't help wondering how the young woman would be when she woke up.

With a gesture, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and looked at the time. Barely five in the morning. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep and that he risked waking Lyanna at any moment, who needed sleep so badly. He got up carefully and put on his workout clothes. His building had a gym, which was handy for him. He grabbed his airpods and left the room, then the flat, without a sound.

He returned an hour later, but not before stopping off at a café to pick up a takeaway breakfast for Lyanna and himself. He could hear the water running in the bathroom, which told him that Lyanna was awake, which was reassuring. He set the table, taking care to display the bouquet he'd bought the day before, which he hadn't had the chance to offer properly. Soon, the young woman's silhouette appeared in the doorway and it was a weary smile that Charles received when she saw him.

“How do you feel?” he asked her as he took her in his arms and gave her a light peck on the lips.

“Like shit. I’m supposed to be on the set in two hours… I don’t want to go…” she smiled gently at him as she saw the flowers on the table and inhaled the scent.

“Is there something I can do to help?”

“Actually… do you want to come with me today?”

Charles was used to cameras, but he had to admit that a film set was a very different environment from what he knew on a day-to-day basis. Lyanna didn't have to worry about a thing; as soon as she arrived, the director rushed over to her and asked if she was alright. Lyanna briefly explained how she had felt, without going into detail, and apologised profusely, which Michael Mann brushed aside with a wave of his hand.

Charles had spent many hours sitting in a corner in silence, admiring Lyanna as she worked. Seeing her in her element, confident and in control of every detail, giving her opinion, chatting and laughing with the other cast members, made him fall a little more in love with her. As soon as she could, she checked on Charles and made sure to introduce him to everyone, so that by lunchtime everyone knew Charles' name and knew that he was Lyanna's boyfriend.

Lyanna was free by mid-afternoon and wasn't needed on set until the end of the week, which was perfect for Charles as it would allow them to get back to Monaco where Lyanna's birthday was being held. Pascale had booked the same room where Charles had celebrated his birthday a few months earlier, and the orchestra and caterer had also been rebooked. Lyanna's family and friends were due to arrive the day before and Joris, Arthur and Lorenzo had been asked to drive everyone to the hotel. This way, Charles could take full advantage of his girlfriend without her suspecting anything.

On the morning of his birthday, Lyanna was the first to wake up and it was she who woke Charles up by placing light kisses on his stubble, his neck and then down his chest.

“Hey, you.” whispered Charles in a sleepy voice.

“Good morning, babe.” Lyanna replied with a twinkle in her eye.

“You’re in a good mood this morning.”

“Indeed. Do you know why?”

“I have an idea but please enlighten me.”

“It’s my birthday and you’re home and that means I have you to myself and let me tell you that I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

“Oh yeah? And what did you plan?”

“Oh so, so many things that don’t require for us to leave this bed.”

And true to her word, they stayed in bed all day. Lyanna ignored the messages and calls she received on her birthday, her family playing along with the idea that they were far away, when in reality they were only a few streets away from Charles's flat.

At the end of the day, and not without some difficulty, Charles managed to persuade Lyanna to get out of bed and go celebrate her birthday somewhere quiet and out of sight, just the two of them. He hated having to lie to her, but he hoped her reaction would be worth it. Lyanna pouted, unenthusiastic about the idea of going out.

“Lya, I made reservations and I really can’t cancel…”

“But I didn’t want to go out… I just want to be with you.”

“You got me all to yourself the whole day. You barely let me out of the bed to eat.”

“I didn’t hear you complain though…”

“Oh believe me, I’m not. It’s just that I want to spoil my girlfriend for her birthday and I want to please her because she deserves it. So let’s go out.”

“I must say that you did a really good job pleasing me the whole day and you can keep doing it without us having to leave the flat. It’s very convenient, it doesn’t require you to move and it’s completely free. No need to spend a penny on me. See, I’m really low maintenance.”

“I’m going to drag you out of here if I need to.”

“Can’t you just tell them that we will be going tomorrow?”

“We both need some fresh air. It will do us good.”

She continued to complain, but realising that Charles would not give in, she headed for the bathroom.

“I’m letting the door open, if you want to join me.”

“Lya, we can’t afford to be late and we both know that if I’m stepping even just a toe in this bathroom we will be very, very late.”

“You’re loss Leclerc, then.”

Charles shook his head and slipped out of the room, not wanting to be tempted more than necessary. He checked his messages nervously, his mother keeping him regularly informed of the evening's progress. He decided to call her to find out exactly how it was all shaping up rather than read the dozens of messages he had received throughout the day.

“Hey mom. How is going?”

“You would know if you were answering my texts! You really choose the right day to go full radio silence. Everyone is here, Charles. Where are you, guys?”

“On our way, don’t worry. We will be there in no time.”

“You haven’t left your place, did you?” it was not really a question, just a fact and Charles could almost picture his mom rolling her eyes.

“We’ve been a little bit carried away but don’t worry the situation is under control…”

“You had one job Charles, just to arrive on time.”

“Well, it was harder than expected…”

“What is hard? Because I sure can help with that.” Lyanna was just behind him completely oblivious to the fact that he was on the phone with his mom.

“There are some things that a mom doesn’t need to know. I’m going to leave you but please for the love of god, be quick.”

“I’ll try. I promise.” He hung up the phone and eyes his girlfriend. “My mom heard you and I think next time you’ll see her she is going to look at you in a very different way.”

“I’m sorry… but admit it, it’s funny. Just a little bit.”

“Having my mom knowing about our sex life is something funny to you?”

“Come on Charles, she is not stupid, she knows that you are not a sweet and pure and innocent little angel.”

“Of course! It doesn’t mean that she has to hear things!”

“She will be fine! What did she want, by the way?”

“Just to invite us for lunch tomorrow. Up for it?”

Charles was amazed at how easily lies slipped out of him.

Eventually they arrived outside the hotel where the birthday party was being held. Lyanna winced, quickly realising that Charles was not taking her to the quiet, intimate, relaxed place he had led her to believe.

“What did you do, Leclerc?”

“Spoiling my girlfriend. Come on, let’s get in.”

He got out of the car, handing his keys to the attendant as another employee opened Lyanna's door. Charles hurried to her side and offered her his hand, which she accepted.

She glanced suspiciously at Charles, who winked at her and smiled broadly. As soon as they entered the hotel lobby, they were directed to the private room, which Lyanna recognised. And that's when she saw them. All her family, her close friends and Sophia were there too. She was surprised to see Charles's family there too, along with Pierre and Kika, who had also travelled for the occasion. She even recognised Fred. She questioned Charles, who replied that his team principal had taken a liking to her, especially as he thought she was the reason why Charles was performing so well in this early part of the season. Emotion suddenly took hold of her and she felt tears welling up. Her mother was the first to come forward and give her a hug, soon to be joined by her best friend Emilie.

Charles gave them some space and went to talk to the other guests. The evening passed quickly and Charles could only feel his heart swell with joy at the happiness emanating from his girlfriend. She went from guest to guest, laughing, chatting and dancing. Just as he had found a quiet spot, Emilie came to join him.

“Charles Leclerc, finally I’m meeting you.”

“Emilie, right? Lya told me a lot about you.”

“It goes both ways. You are all she talks about when I have her on the phone… I feel like I know you without actually knowing you. Which is weird.”

She sipped her glass of champagne and sighed.

“I’m going to be honest if you don’t mind. Lya is my best friend, I might even dare to say she is the sister I’ve never had which is why I often feel the need to protect her. So don’t take it personally, but I made research on you.”

Charles almost choked on his drink.

“I found things that made me questioned your true motives with her. You don’t have the nicest dating history to be fair. I’ve got scared for her. Athletes don’t have the best reputation in terms of being faithful… But you make her happy, everyone can see that, even I. And I can see that you love her as well, not everyone would go out of their way to do something like that to someone if there were no real and deep feelings involved. I still don’t like you. But for now I’m going to tolerate you. But I’m watching you. One dick move and I will hunt you down.”

“Copy. Right and clear. But don’t worry, I intend to keep her for a very, very long time.”

As the evening wore on, he found Lyanna eating a piece of cake. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shone with excitement.

“I’m glad you made me leave the bed in the end…”

“See, I have good ideas sometimes.”

“Thank you, Charles. For everything.” She said seriously.

Charles put an arm around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her temple. She nestled a little closer to him and they enjoyed a brief moment of peace before returning to the guests. Lyanna stopped suddenly and tugged at Charles's sleeve before pointing to a corner of the room.

“Charles, do you see what I’m seeing?”

“Hum, well… your mom talking to Fred? Why? What’s wrong?”

“My mom is not talking! She is giggling Charles! Giggling! With Fred! They are so flirting.”

“Fred is single, your mom is too. If they can have some fun, good for them.”

“It’s my mom and technically your boss we are talking about!”

Charles paused.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s weird. Imagine they actually get together, the kind of family reunions we could have! Do you think that would mean your mom would come at the Grand Prix?”

“I don’t want to imagine!”

“It would sure be fun and interesting! You could have Fred as a stepfather!”

“Shut up!”

Charles laughed and wrapped his arms around her as Lyanna groaned in protest.

Soon it was time for everyone to say goodbye. Lyanna thanked them for the surprise and soon left with Charles.

“Well, I’d say that your family and my family got on really well. That’s amazing. No awkward family reunions in sight.”

“Yeah… I can’t believe you did that for me. I mean, I can believe it because you prove me everyday how much you love me but… for you to actually take the time to organise that… it blows my mind.”

“Shout out to my mom who actually did most of the job. I really just had to get you there in time and I failed. But really, it was nothing. I know how much stressed you’ve been under lately and how much your family means to you; it was normal for me to do that. It was not much.”

“I love you so much, Charles. I couldn’t ask for a better birthday present.”

She placed a kiss on his cheek as Charles kept his eyes on the road before sliding a hand onto her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze.

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anjelicawrites · 1 year

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Soft I

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Osferth

Synopsis: soft smut between the boys. Set in the poly relationship universe

Warnings: Smut

A/N: at this point I can only hope the High Valyrian translator I use works

Waking up with Aemond curled around his body, means feeling like being in a furnace. The amount of body heat Aemond gives off, always, is concerning if you don't know him; with summer approaching Osferth wakes up sweating with Aemond curled behind him, his face against the nape of his neck, arms around his midriff. You are away for a week with your students for a trip to Athens and you should be coming back later in the morning. Your lovers miss you, mostly it's the sharing of your everyday life, all those events, big or small, stupid or serious that they couldn't live with you and you with them. They know you have taken thousands of photos and videos, you three have been Skyping every night, so that you could tell them about your day, but it's not the same. You three are capable of living separate lives, and you do, but it's better when it's evening and you can share them with one another.

Trying not to wake Aemond, Osferth reaches for his phone on the nightstand to see what time it is; with the way the sun shines from the early morning, it's hard for him to gauge the time. Aemond's arms around his midriff curl tighter and he mmmhs against his nape, trying to cling to sleep. It's Sunday, which means Aemond doesn't have to go to the office and can actually stay in bed longer, asleep, before what Osferth lovingly calls his Sunday ridiculous hair care routine, which is longer than the one he does during the week. Unfortunately Aemond's sleep has always been feather light and his lover's quiet movements are enough to pull him towards awakeness, against his will

"Mmmh, what time is it?" his voice is rough from sleep and last night's activities

"Five in the morning. Go back to sleep" highly unlikely; when Aemond is awake, it is difficult for him to fall back asleep, even with the soft, warm sunlight on his skin

"When does the flight land?" his voice is rough with sleep and a bit slurred against Osferth’s soft skin

"Around seven, I think?"

"Will you make it to the morning Mass?"

Osferth stretches, like a cat in the sun, his muscles feel well used after having made love to Aemond for a big part of the night. He can kiss some more hours of sleep goodbye, though: Aemond's mind is already in gear, albeit still muddled with sleep

"Nope. She'll be back for half past nine-ish. I want to be home when she does".

You have this strange habit of not wanting them to collect you after a school trip, you want to drive home to decompress and leave at the door as much stress as you can muster. If your lovers are at home, they make it a priority to welcome you back.

"Besides - Osferth's carries on - my confessor should be around for twelve o'clock Mass. I am due my confession".

This elicits another soft mmmh form Armond, the kind that Osferth has come to associate with a question the other man has been pondering about for a little while

"Do you tell your confessor about us?" Aemond's arms stiffens around Osferth's body

"I would tell my confessor about us, if I ever consider our love a sin. Our love is holy".

The answer comes out without hesitation and why would he hesitate, when he is stating the truth? Aemond's arms curl tighter and he kisses Osferth's shoulder, who burrows closer to his body.

Osferth's movements make his ass grind against Aemond's hard on. Osferth has woken up hard as well, last night's activities hadn't curbed his libido one bit, and the warmth of Aemond's skin on his doesn't help with his situation

"Good morning to your dragon too" he says, eliciting a laugh from Aemond, who is not immune to his terrible sense of humor.

Osferth turns to face his lover and is welcomed by Aemond's tousled bed hair and his lovely lips, still curled up in happiness. His right eye is open, while the sapphirless one is as closed as the damaged eyelid can permit. It hasn't been a long time since Aemond had felt secure enough to sleep without the sapphire on and Osferth muses that, this kind of intimacy, requires longer to form; it makes him so proud for having created a space with you, where Aemond feels safe enough to show you two all of himself, even what he perceives to be ugly and unlovable.

"I see that you are awake as well" Aemond says, his hand traveling from Osferth's neck to his chest

"Do you want to do something about that?" he says, catching his wandering hand to kiss it.

Osferth needs to be careful, because he has a problem with handling Aemond that is the same he has with you: you two are too stubborn for your own good and wouldn't always tell him that you are too sore to function (you two will drive him to an early grave, he just knows it). With Aemond there's the added bonus of his praise kink, Osferth knows he has to trade waters cautiously, to check whether or not Aemond is good to go or if he is soldiering on just to be praised

“Are you sore?” he asks softly, one hand caressing the soft, warm skin of Aemond’s back

“A bit - and he is, the good kind of aching born from passionate lovemaking - go slow?”

Osferth can work with that, loves working with that when the morning is still young and the sun is warming his bones, making him feel all sleepy and warm; he needs soft and deep and passionate and he lets his hand caress the dip of Aemond’s back, until his fingers find his luscious, silky hair and sink there, to massage the scalp, eliciting soft humming. Osferth can feel Aemond’s long finger trailing up and down his front, until they rest on his hip bones, clenching and unclenching there, following the rhythm on his scalp, until their lips connect in a soft, unhurried kiss. Osferth lets himself taste Aemond’s mouth, taking his time to deepen the kiss, waiting for a long moan to slip his tongue to play with his lover’s as his own hands travel to Aemond’s hips to push them against his. Osferth could probably kiss Aemond for hours, just letting his tongue caress his, drinking his soft moans of pleasure whenever the movements brush against his palate or their cocks rub against one another. When their lips separate, Aemond’s only eye is dark with desire and need, his cheeks aflame, his mouth is plush and red and his dark nipples are already stiff, a temptation too big for Osferth to ignore. With soft kisses down the skin of his neck, not covered by the collar, Osferth’s mouth travels to Aemond’s chest, following the path of hickeys he has already left there, kissing each and every one of them apologetically, as Aemond moans deep in his throat, until one stiff nipple is in reach of his lips and he just sucks on it, feeling Aemond’s hips grind against his. He’s never met someone as responsive as Aemond is, it’s such a treat to suck and play with his nipples, knowing the sheer amount of pleasure he derives from it, moans and pleas cascading from his lips, his cock oozing precum

“Kostilus, ñuha jorrāelagon” please, my love, he begs, but his hands are in Osferth’s short strands, keeping his face to his chest, incapable of stopping the pleasure

“Tell me what you want” Osferth’s eyes cannot leave the heaving chest of his lover, the reddened skin around his nipples a siren’s call

“Ao, jaelan ao” you, I need you is the desperate answer

“I’m here my love, I’m here - Osferth’s hands curl around Aemeond’s hips to bring their bodies together and his lover’s hands grasp the sweaty skin of his back - was it too much teasing?”

“Kessa” the yes is less desperate, but the undercurrent of need is there

“I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to cause you discomfort. May I kiss you again?”

The kiss is deep and slow, mouths softly touching, tongues sliding against one another as their hips move in tandem, cocks leaking precum until the need to breath is too strong and Osferth’s lips find home under Aemond’s jaw, to kiss him there, while delicately pushing on his shoulder to make him roll on his back, exposed to his lover’s eyes.

Aemond’s skin glistens with sweat, his chest, abdomen and tights are littered with hickeys. His cock is painfully hard, leaking precum, his hips cannot stay still under Osferth’s gaze, full of love and desire. Aemond’s skin burns with the need to be touched, he has been starved of physical love and affection for so long, that now he feels every touch tenfold and craves it, his nerve endings screaming at him with need and he raises one hand, calling his lover, who can’t help but descend on him, careful not to box him in, lips kissing and sucking down his torso as Aemond’s arches his back, seeking the pleasure, the contact, the brand of Osferth’s lips on his feverish skin, until his mouth kisses his bellybutton, tongue licking there, to slowly follow his happy trail, to his cock, hard and red, ready to envelope the weeping head

“Daor ñuha jorrāelagon, kesan māzigon” no my love, I will come, leaves his lips like a prayer

“Do you want to come with me?”

“Kessa” he says breathless, his hips jutting up, the need to be filled devours his brain.

Osferth kisses him again with desperation as his hand searches hurriedly for the lube, lost somewhere under the pillows; he moans when Aemond’s soft palm envelops his cock before starting jacking him with languid movements. Osferth’s hips move on their own accord, fluidly following Aemond’s hand, moans escape his lips as pleasure starts pooling in his belly. It is with an herculean effort that he removes his lover’s hand, kissing and licking the palm and fingers as Aemond bites his lower lips savagely, the lilac of his eye completely gone, his cock impossibly hard. Osferth’s hand finds the lube and he pours a liberal amount on his fingers, desperately trying to keep himself together while his fingers find Aemond’s ass, to breach him open again. The muscles there relax easily as Aemond moans, his hands fisting the bed sheets as Osferth scissors him open delicately, helping the muscle accept the intrusion, Aemond’s hips following the rhythm of his lover’s invasion, back arching to meet his lover’s kisses everywhere on his skin, moans and prayers escaping his lips

“Sir” now he begs, again and again, the pleasure clouding his mind to anything but the need of being filled and owned

“Are you sure?”

“Osferth!”.

The raw need in the voice of his lover is all he needs to fist his cock, making sure to lube himself up, before his head enters Aemond’s ass slowly.

They both moan when skin meets skin, Osferth has to stop the moment his head is enveloped by Aemond’s muscles, the warmth and pressure too much for him for a second, he needs to breathe and concentrate on his lover’s pleasure and safety. He advances slowly, inch by inch, grabbing Aemond’s hips to stop his trashing, his lover’s body ravaged by pleasure arches and accepts his intrusion until he bottoms out and Aemond’s muscles clamp around him, both their breaths are short, eyes glassy

“Vūjigon nyke”.

How can Osferth refuse to kiss his beloved? Careful of not putting his weight on Aemond, Osferth bends his back forward, until his lips meet his lover’s halfway in a passionate kiss, all tongue and moans of pleasure

“Dīnagon sir kostilus” move now please, Aemond murmurs against his lover’s lips, needing to feel Osferth move inside of him

“Am I hurting you?” his body is screaming at him to start, to take his pleasure from Aemond, but Osferth bites down his own lower lip to focus on Aemond’s face for signs of distress, needing to know he is all right

“Daor, kostilus” no please, he is not lying, he wants to say that but his body takes control, clenching and unclenching around Osferth’s cock, who moans desperately, eyes closed in concentration, hands twin vises around his hips as he starts.

He goes slow and deep, barely retracting from the raging inferno that is his lover, focusing on his prostate, pushing against it and never stopping the continuous pressure, which causes Aemond to moan again and again in pleasure, his hips to follow the languorous way Osferth makes love to him; he feels so warm and full, the pleasure a slow wave that crests and crests, lightning up all his nerve endings until Osferth’s rough palm curls around his cock, making a loose tunnel for him to fuck, his thumb rubbing his head with slow sweeps that make him moan, as Osferth praises him with a broken voice, his own pleasure a tight coil in his belly, ready to snap.

His hips pick a faster, sloppier pace the moment Aemond’s muscles clench, forcing him to spear him open, until Aemond comes with a shout, the pressure too much to bear and Osferth follows him, barely capable of keeping himself upright, the pleasure blinding as he milks Aemond’s cock until not a drop his left.

Osferth loathes to leave Aemond’s warmth and he does it with an apologetic kiss on his lover’s spent lips. Shuffling backwards Osferth observes Aemond’s body, he looks like a fallen angel, hair a halo around him, his body covered in the marks of their lovemaking and seed slowly leaking from his ass. Osferth cannot help himself and licks Aemond’s spent from his abdomen and soft cock, until he is moaning, too incoherent to form words, but capable of responding to the kiss Osferth leaves on his lips, a long shiver caresses his spent body when he can taste himself in his lover’s mouth.

When you come home, hours later, you find them asleep, Osferth’s head on Aemond’s chest, arms around his body, their breaths synchronized as their fair skin is kissed by the sun.

#aemond targaryen x osferth #aemond targaryen x reader x osferth #aemond targaryen x y/n x osferth #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen #osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth

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notastraykid · 4 months

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When people write a character with insomnia, they always do it as a person who is tossing and turning, getting upset as they're so tired but it's not really like that - in my life and experience, anyway...

For me it's just lying there, wide awake. Not even trying to sleep because you know it's not going to happen. There is no tossing and turning because what's the point. Literally there is no sleepiness, no drowsiness. Just. Awake. As if it was the middle of the day. Laying there, warm and cozy, resigned to the fact you'll hear the birds start to sing soon (or in my life it's seagulls. I don't class them as birds as they don't sing. They're just loud rats with wings who scream and steal food off you when you go to take a bite. But that's another story.)

You'll hear your neighbours start to move around and cars pass the house. People will do an early dog walk, maybe, or gross as it sounds, go for a jog.

You're still on yesterday but they've time travelled through their sleep to the next day.

I guess it's more like an internal defeat. It's not going to happen. You know it. Your body knows. You're just going to lay there and accept it until it's time to get up.

Yeah you could get up and do something "productive" when you check and see it's stupid o'clock in the morning, but you won't. Why won't you? Because there is one small, minute, itty bitty piece of hope that you could fall asleep. What if you get out of bed and that moment passes your bed and you're not there? That was your chance?! No. You'll stay in the warmth, with the disappointment of what could have been dancing around your brain.

Then you have that lovely special moment when your alarm clock goes and the new days begins. Even better if it's now a Monday.

#Insomnia #Lucky's thoughts #Lucky's personal life #My little insomnia drabble #I can't sleep #Depression #Anxiety #Writing #Writing insomnia #insomniac #adhd problems

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unchained-hound-dog · 2 years

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Fluffy request where Jack is having trouble sleeping (nightmare, time change, what have you), and he's on tour so he calls up the reader in the middle of the night for some comfort 🥺💗

ngl Jack's tour starting has got me all up in my feels idk why

The sound of vibration pulls you from your deep sleep, a dreaded feeling that your alarm was going off way too soon for how little sleep you felt like you were getting. Your eyes peeled open and reached across to your nightstand, focus blurry as you attempted to see what was on the screen

Jack wants to facetime

You quickly sat up and slid your finger across the answer putting, pulling your hair around to make it look half decent as the blank screen turned to a screen filled with your boyfriends face.

'Shit, I got the time different all messed up I thought you were 4 hours behind us!' Jack cursed, running a hand across his face.

'4 hours ahead baby but its okay, whats up, you can't sleep?' you questioned.

'mm, just need to hear your voice for a little while. Show tonight was crazy and i just don't feel tired' despite his statement, he couldn't help but yawn as he slumped down in his bunk and leant his head against the pillows.

'did the boys get an early night as well?'

'Nah they're out somewhere but I'm just too tired, need my beauty sleep'

You were proud that he'd taken it upon himself to make sure he got some sleep inbetween shows. You knew that previously he'd do a show, stay up until stupid o'clock in the morning, sleep for a couple of hours then do it all again.

'You're beautiful enough' you whispered, yawning as you spoke.

'Coming from you'

You both laid in your own beds talking about each of your days and talking about how much you missed each other. You'd both set the phones down, yours on your nightstand and Jack's next to his head on the pillow. The two of you slowly letting sleep come over you both until you drifted off to sleep.

You were woken the next morning to your alarm sounding, finding you were still on facetime to Jack. You hung up and sent him a quick text message

4 hours and 18 minutes on the phone. Think that's a new record even for us. Hope you get a good few more hours in before you have to wake up. I love you so much baby xx

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

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raleighcarreras · 1 year

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it's all so incredibly loud

Part 6: there's a flood coming to sweep us away

Pairing: wanda maximoff x black!fem!reader

Rating: M (sexual content, language)

Warnings: sex, not very descriptive but still evident, vaginal fingering (r receiving), pietro is the best wing man ever, he's going to make sure his sister gets laid or die trying

Wrd Cnt: 1.9k?

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Notes: one more chapter (unless i decide on an epilogue) to go! The song is teenage dream but specifically the glee version (stop looking at me like that) 18+ only im so serious

"I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight."

You had gotten maybe an hour of sleep all night. First, the fiasco with the boys, and then with Wanda less than a foot away from you, relaxation was hard to come by.

You told her you needed her with you to calm down, and in all honesty, you thought you were telling the truth. But the opposite had occured. As soon as you heard her soft breathy snorts of air, you were riddled with energy.

Sleep didn't find you until the 10 O'clock hour in the morning. After Pietro came into the room with Alexis hanging off of his hip, chewing on his shirt. He told you he'd take the boys out to a 24 hour arcade he saw during his 6 am run. Promising to feed them, give them a stern Uncle Talk (TM), and thus giving you space to rest for as long as he could keep their attention.

You whispered a small, grateful 'Thank you' and Wanda grunted out something unintelligible. Otherwise, she had been dead to the world all night and well into the morning.

Wanda slept like she hadn't slept in months. And you did too, for an hour.

At 11: 06, you awoke to an arm tightening around your waist. Wanda also awoke to an arm tightening around your waist.

She tried to peel away from you, "Shit, Y/N. I'm sorry. Force of habit I guess."

You stopped her with a grip onto her wrist that presented itself more forceful than you intended, "No don't. Please."

Wanda replaced her arm, "Ok. I'm not going anywhere."

You had no business feeling this vulnerable. No business feeling like your ex-wife was the only thing anchoring you to the ground so you wouldn't float away into the stratosphere.

And yet...

That's exactly how you felt.

You felt like you needed to roll over and bury your face into Wanda's neck or else you would lose your mind. So, you did. And Wanda let you because she understood. She just got you.

You reveled in it.

If Wanda hadn't started speaking you would have gotten your second hour of sleep.

"Are you okay?"

And of all the things she could have asked, she chose something hard. You would have been better off with a calculus word problem.

You shrugged, "No. Yes. I don't know. I just feel, y'know?"

"Yes. I do. I just feel all the time."

"How do you deal with it?"

You could feel Wanda's eyelashes flutter on the side of your forehead, "Well, lately? By talking about it. Normally, figuring out why I feel like that helps a lot."

Could you tell Wanda why you felt the way you felt? Could you tell her how your stubbornness was leading to your children thinking they were a burden? Could you tell her that in some ass backwards turn of events it was you who dreaded when she had to leave, and prayed for her return?

Could you tell her that Pietro took the boys out to the arcade so they didn't get the wrong idea seeing the two of you in the same bed, and now it seemed he should have taken you too because you were getting the wrong idea seeing the two of you in the same bed?

"I feel-I feel like I should have gone to therapy too."

Wanda laughed at that, "Don't go to Dr. Raynor. She just looks at you until you realize what you just said was stupid."

But you don't laugh, "I feel like I missed you. I feel like I missed this... being with you. I feel like I shouldn't feel those things. But I also feel like it doesn't matter if I shouldn't because I already do."

Wanda shrugged you away from her side so she could look at you better. The two of you mirroring each other on your sides.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nodded with a look of concern, "You can tell me anything." And you've meant that for years. You've never stopped.

"When I went off the deep end and Strange helped me come back to myself, and I said I'd never use my powers again unless it was the last resort...that flipped something in me. I had just lost my family and then I couldn't use the tools I was gifted to protect them if it ever happened again..."

Tears crawled slowly out of the corners of Wanda's eyes but she didn't bother swiping them away and neither did you.

"...that ruined me. Last night was the first time I've slept throughout the night in a very long time."

You grabbed at Wanda's face, your thumbs sliding over her cheekbones and smearing tear tracks in their wake, "Wanda, why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want to seem weak. I didn't want you to worry about my problems. Yes, I realize how stupid that sounds now."

"We're a team, you know that, right?"

"I do, I just got a little lost somewhere in there."

"Good."

You assume that the fact that you can't tell who leans in first, probably insinuates that you both do at the same time.

But it ultimately doesn't matter when your lips touch for the first time in months, and as your hand trails down from her face to fist into her T-shirt, you realize just how lost you had been too.

You're still not too keen on telling her how her bottom lip between your own felt like coming home. And that her solid grip on your barely covered waist practically had you purring.

You sure as hell weren't going to tell her the last time you had been touched this way was by Sharon all those weeks ago and it didn't feel even a bit like this at all.

Though, when she repositions you onto your back to kiss at that spot below your ear, and you moan breathily into hers, you have a feeling she somehow knows.

Wanda's hand slithers up to your chest, raising your shirt up as it goes. Eventually, Wanda gets tired of the garment and slips it easily over your head. Her own following suit soon after.

Her hand tweaked at a nipple, smiling at your squeak of a response, "You're beautiful."

Another unoccupied hand trailed over your stomach before stopping at the hem of your shorts and underwear.

You've got the sudden urge to scream, maybe even beg, "Wanda...please."

"Are you sure?"

What about any of your body language in that current moment said 'unsure'?

"I'm sure. Touch me."

It's not make-up sex that you're having. At least, not really. Not...yet. It's more of 'thank god you're here with me and not letting me slip into a state of mortal peril' sex. Which is, of course, the next best thing.

When Wanda does finally slip underneath your thin garments, and the pads of her fingers trace delicately over your center, you think you might cry.

Whether it be from relief or some other feeling is the least of your worries at the moment.

In some way, you feel bad for Wanda, there's no way she doesn't feel your nails currently digging into her arm, but judging from the glimpse you get every time you manage to pry your eyes open, she seems pretty pleased with herself despite any pain she may be feeling.

The worst part? She's not even inside of you yet.

You're losing your mind over her fingers circling your clit and slipping, sliding over your lips. And you're drenched. Dripping some might even say.

"You're soaked, Detka..." Is what Wanda ends up whispering over your parted mouth. And you have no choice but to cosign.

You could feel her fingertips teasing at your entrance and your chest heaved. It took everything in you not to buck your hips to speed the process along. Only because you know Wanda. You know she likes to bask in your impatience. In your neediness. You know she likes it when you beg.

And you can't find it in you to do anything but.

"Wands, please fuck me."

She's leaning over you now. She had forgone general confidence and went straight to cocky, for lack of a better word. There's no need to pretend like you don't like it.

"Open your eyes." A simple request, it would seem. But it was easier said than done.

Soon, you manage to open your eyes, unfocused as they are. You stare back at Wanda with a bite to your lip and a strain to your neck.

"Say it again."

The words dribble from your lips like milk down a chin, "Wanda, please fuck me. I need-"

Your expletives cut off in exchange for a sharp inhale of breath.

Her fingers slipped into you easily, your resulting moan is the loudest one yet and just as sinful as your whimpers.

Wanda eyed you through her eyelashes, most of your energy was being used to stare back at her.

Her fingers rutted out, then back in. Pumping into you with enough force for your breath to hitch in rhythm.

You whimpered and panted, urging Wanda to pick up the pace. And she happily obliged.

"You look so gorgeous like this." The praise fluttering throught your ear and wrapped softly around your chest.

The hand that wasn't permanently glued to Wanda's poor bicep, reached for her neck, bringing her down into a deliriously arousing kiss.

She pumped into you, as firmly as your underwear allowed. Your bud caught against her palm. It was almost too much for you.

Your hips rolled against her hand, moans increasing in pitch and volume until Wanda had no choice but to muffle the sound with her lips again.

"God...Wanda!"

The kids may be gone, but you did still have neighbors.

It's not much longer after that you let go into Wanda's hand. Your legs trembling and your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Wanda brought you down softly. Her hand on your waist to keep you from moving.

"But-"

"I'm good. Get some rest. I know you didn't sleep. I thought you would pass out somewhere in the middle of that, if I'm being honest."

You pouted and playfully swatted at her shoulder, "You snore and I got unused to it."

"That's not why you didn't sleep."

You bit the inside of your cheek, "It's not. I find your hog calling cute for some reason."

Wanda ignored the insistence that she snored, "What kept you awake?"

You weren't exactly sure what to say. The simple answer; you had been thinking all night. Too much and too little.

The complicated answer; you missed your fucking wife. And then, she was right there next to you and you didn't know what to feel. You didn't know if you wanted her back permanently or just needed the temporary comfort.

There was still a big question about this entire situation that you had yet to receive an answer to, and maybe then you could begin to figure things out.

"It's my turn to tell you something." You breathed out softly.

"Tell me everything."

You swallowed around the metaphorical lump obstructing your throat, "When I found out about...y'know....I couldn't help but think it was my fault, it was something I did to push you away. I thought that, and even though I didn't know what it was, I still tried to fix it, to fix me. And, that wasn't good...I-I just need to know if it was something I did."

"No. No, it was never you. After Strange, I guess I just felt like I wasn't enough. Like I couldn't be enough. And instead of talking to you about that like a normal person, I got so drunk I couldn't see straight and went home with someone who couldnt either. Fuck, I am so sorry I made you feel like that. I promise it was never you. You're perfect."

Your tears soak into the skin of Wanda's neck. Marking her in a way you've never done.

The silence that results is somewhere between comfortable and not, but Wanda breaks it anyway.

"Go on a date with me."

You hum, that time you really were seconds from passing out, "A date?"

"Yes. A date. I think we've changed a lot and should probably reintroduce ourselves to each other."

You nodded slowly, "Okay. You have to find a babysitter though and it can't be Pietro because he needs a babysitter too most days. I have a feeling he let Alexis chew his shirt right off his body today."

"Deal."

Another bout of silence. This time, you're the one who breaks it.

"Fuck, we're going to need so much therapy."

Wanda laughs.

"I'm sorry."

"I know." And you do. You know she is.

Eventually, you do fall asleep, and right before Pietro and the kids get home, Wanda slips out of your room into the livingroom. Making it look like she was there the entire morning.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff #marvel female reader insert #marvel fanfiction #wlw fiction #jessicas fanfic #its all so incredibly loud

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mariana-oconnor · 11 months

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The Golden Pince-Nez pt 2

Oooh map! We have the map. I love maps.

This is a really weird looking house, though. I mean, those two corridors just go from that 1 room directly to either the outside or to the guy's bedroom? That's an unusual layout.

Love that we have a little x to show us exactly where in the room Smith's body was. O Willoughby, Willoughby, Willoughby Smith. We didn't know you and now you're a stiff. O Willoughby, Willoughby, Willoughby, say, From whom did they come, those golden pince-nez?

Apparently a very visually impaired woman whose eyes are remarkably close together and whose nose is rather wide, according to Holmes' assessment anyway.

We saw the cold winter sun rise over the dreary marshes of the Thames and the long, sullen reaches of the river, which I shall ever associate with our pursuit of the Andaman Islander in the earlier days of our career.

Do we know about the Andaman Islander? Am I forgetting something? Is that from one of the novels rather than the short stories, because it's been a long time since I've read those. Also, Watson is clearly feeling uninspired this morning. This is probable because he was up until stupid o'clock last night and then had to be up on time to catch the morning train before breakfast. Poor life choices.

I saw an intent look pass over Holmes's face. “You say that she must have come back this way?” “Yes, sir; there is no other.” “On this strip of grass?” “Certainly, Mr. Holmes.”

Alright... so there's something off about the marks in the grass. The grass is only bent in one direction, perhaps? Idk how tracking in grass works. You know who you need?

"This garden door is usually kept open, I suppose? Then this visitor had nothing to do but to walk in."

I like locked doors. The idea that anyone could just walk into my house at any moment is very upsetting to me. It is the role of the door to prevent that from happening. I could not live like this.

(I literally just tried to undo something and deleted more than half of this post, wtf Tumblr? I will try to reconstruct it from memory)

"Halloa! what is that scratch upon the face of it? Just hold a match, Watson. Why did you not tell me of this, Hopkins?” The mark which he was examining began upon the brass work on the right-hand side of the keyhole, and extended for about four inches, where it had scratched the varnish from the surface. “I noticed it, Mr. Holmes. But you'll always find scratches round a keyhole.”

I was going to defend Hopkins at this point, but then I read that the scratch was 4 inches long and presumable fresh, so nope, sorry, can't help you there. That's kind of a key piece of evidence.

I wonder if the professor is an alcoholic...

Sorry, couldn't resist that one.

"Halloa, Hopkins! this is very important, very important indeed. The Professor's corridor is also lined with cocoanut matting.” “Well, sir, what of that?” “Don't you see any bearing upon the case?"

So many Halloas in this part.

I expect the bearing is that it means the murderer could also have left down this passageway without their footsteps being heard. Which raises suspicion of the Professor.

It was a very large chamber, lined with innumerable volumes, which had overflowed from the shelves and lay in piles in the corners, or were stacked all round at the base of the cases.

Interior decor goals. I mean, I almost live like this already, but still, goals.

The bed was in the centre of the room...

(From This Tumblr Post)

Clearly the Professor is evil. No one else could sleep in a bed like that, unmoored from the world, surrounded by space, adrift from good reason and sanity.

I have seldom seen a more remarkable-looking person. It was a gaunt, aquiline face which was turned towards us, with piercing dark eyes, which lurked in deep hollows under overhung and tufted brows. His hair and beard were white, save that the latter was curiously stained with yellow around his mouth. A cigarette glowed amid the tangle of white hair, and the air of the room was fetid with stale tobacco-smoke. As he held out his hand to Holmes I perceived that it also was stained yellow with nicotine.

'Curiously stained with yellow' > proceeds to immediately explain why it is stained with yellow.

"I can recommend them, for I have them especially prepared by Ionides of Alexandria. He sends me a thousand at a time, and I grieve to say that I have to arrange for a fresh supply every fortnight. Bad, sir, very bad, but an old man has few pleasures."

This guy... this guy imports 1000 cigarettes a fortnight. 1000 a fortnight. That's over 70 a day. That's 3 an hour if he doesn't sleep. 4.5 an hour if he gets 8 hours a night. Sure, the internet tells me it takes about 5 minutes to smoke a cigarette, so he isn't actually chain smoking. He could totally smoke more. Really the take away from this is that he needs to work harder at this and stop his reliance on such unnecessary things as oxygen.

70 a day... yikes.

And he knows it's bad for him, too. What? 40 years before the first study in the US saying the same thing? 60 years before it became big news? The tobacco companies really messed with our understanding of things, huh?

Also, the fact that he can afford to import 1000 cigarettes every two weeks and still has the money to have servants, a nice house, and a secretary. This guy has way more money than any academic I've ever met, that's for sure.

“Alas! what a fatal interruption! Who could have foreseen such a terrible catastrophe? So estimable a young man! I assure you that after a few months' training he was an admirable assistant."

Maybe it's because of how unpleasant his introductory description was. Maybe it's because it was preceded by the implication that the murderer could have got into his room unheard. Or maybe it's just that he asks a rhetorical question here and I can never hear a person in this sort of a situation say 'Who could have forseen such a thing?' without my brain automatically answering 'You, I bet.' But Professor seems sus.

Or maybe it's just his bed.

“I shall indeed be indebted to you if you can throw a light where all is so dark to us. To a poor bookworm and invalid like myself such a blow is paralyzing. I seem to have lost the faculty of thought. But you are a man of action—you are a man of affairs. It is part of the everyday routine of your life. You can preserve your balance in every emergency. We are fortunate indeed in having you at our side.”

Yep, super sus. That's way too much complimenting of Sherlock and way too much insistence upon his own infirmity.

I observed that he was smoking with extraordinary rapidity. It was evident that he shared our host's liking for the fresh Alexandrian cigarettes.

I suspect that this is for a different reason from the one Watson is thinking, but also NO HOLMES, do not be sucked into the 70 imported cigarettes a day pipeline.

“That is my magnum opus—the pile of papers on the side table yonder. It is my analysis of the documents found in the Coptic monasteries of Syria and Egypt, a work which will cut deep at the very foundations of revealed religion. With my enfeebled health I do not know whether I shall ever be able to complete it now that my assistant has been taken from me."

okayokayokay Tentative theory:

The professor's research is based on a lie. Everything he's worked on is based on some incorrect fact about a historical 'she' being somewhere or not being somewhere, and he has (or had) evidence that it was incorrect in his desk. WIlloughby worked it out and was breaking into the desk to get the evidence when the professor snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the neck, then scarpered back up the passage-way as fast as his tar-filled lungs would let him.

“I am a connoisseur,” said he, taking another cigarette from the box—his fourth—and lighting it from the stub of that which he had finished.

OK, now that is chain smoking. I really hope there's a reason for this and it isn't just a weird thing ACD put in for no reason.

"What do you imagine that this poor fellow meant by his last words: ‘The Professor—it was she’?”

That his research was a house of cards, built on nothing but hot air. That he was a fraud and his thesis fabrication. That his entire life's work would be worth more as kindling than as an academic paper.

Maybe I'm basing things on vibes again, a little bit. Sorry.

“Susan is a country girl,” said he, “and you know the incredible stupidity of that class."

Nope. Fuck that shit. Not sorry at all. I hope the Professor is guilty. Patronising, classist, intellectual elitist piece of shit. I'm all-in for Team 'The Professor Did It' and even if he didn't do this crime, he's definitely done some other crime somewhere.

“Possibly an accident; possibly—I only breathe it among ourselves—a suicide. Young men have their hidden troubles—some affair of the heart, perhaps, which we have never known. It is a more probable supposition than murder.”

Yeah, because stabbing yourself in the back of the neck is such an efficient way to do it? No wonder your research is so terrible when this is the amount of thought you put into things. Wow.

An accident? How very Final Destination of you.

“But the eye-glasses?”

Fine. Those I can't explain. Maybe they were what was hidden in the drawer and Willoughby found them? But why would the professor then leave them in plain sight? Maybe if Willoughby was the only person who knew what they meant?

So, secondary theory. The Professor's work is still rubbish and based on lies, but it's not Willoughby who found out, necessarily, it's some unknown woman with terrible eyesight and eyes very close together and a big nose, and she came to confront the professor then went missing. Willoughby knew about her going missing, but the professor claimed she'd never been to see him and the pince-nez are the proof the professor was lying.

And the woman is... dead in a ditch somewhere?

Needs work.

“Ah! I am only a student—a man of dreams. I cannot explain the practical things of life."

Oh shut up with your false modesty nonsense. Ugh. You're terrible.

...he continued to walk up and down for some time, lost in thought and consuming cigarette after cigarette.

Is Holmes trying to get through the Professor's entire supply so he has to order more? Wtf?

“Tell me, Professor Coram,” he said, at last, “what is in that cupboard in the bureau?” “Nothing that would help a thief. Family papers, letters from my poor wife, diplomas of Universities which have done me honour. Here is the key. You can look for yourself.”

Well obviously he's removed anything incriminating from it now. Pah

“It depends upon those cigarettes that I smoked,” said he. “It is possible that I am utterly mistaken. The cigarettes will show me.”

I have no idea how the cigarettes are involved in this, I confess. Is the professor involved in a smuggling ring?

I may have remarked before that Holmes had, when he liked, a peculiarly ingratiating way with women, and that he very readily established terms of confidence with them. In half the time which he had named he had captured the housekeeper's goodwill, and was chatting with her as if he had known her for years.

You mean he's good with people? Good at talking to people? Particularly women?

*side-eyes adaptations*

Is this the passage that they had in mind when they did that whole Enola Holmes lawsuit?

“I suppose the Professor eats hardly anything?” “Well, he is variable. I'll say that for him.” “I'll wager he took no breakfast this morning, and won't face his lunch after all the cigarettes I saw him consume.” “Well, you're out there, sir, as it happens, for he ate a remarkable big breakfast this morning."

Is he keeping a secret woman under his bed? Does she sneak in and have breakfast with him?

So weird.

"Well, it takes all sorts to make a world, and the Professor hasn't let it take his appetite away.”

Because he's a terrible human being.

Alright, at the end of this part, my current theory is that the Professor has some kind of secret meetings with a woman with very close-set eyes and terrible eyesight. Willoughby found out and the Professor lied to him about it, then Willoughby found the woman's glasses in the drawer and the Professor, or the unknown woman, killed him for it. Who she is, why she was meeting the professor, why it was so paramount that no one find out, I don't know.

Also, the Professor's research is terrible and founded on lies, because I just want him to fail at life.

And there are cigarettes... or something.

Yeah... there may be some gaps. I'm working on it.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Golden Pince-Nez #long post

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❝In exchange of..❞

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Smut. +18. Oral sex (fem receiving). Kidnapping. Shower sex. Unknown. Fast sex (so fast, we are talking about Pietro). Unprotected sex (do not do it please¡!).

Summary: Leah is held in Avengers Tower by force. Pietro says that he is going to release her in exchange for a favor.

The plot of this One Shot is totally mine and my imagination.

You can find it in Spanish on my wattpad account (piscessbabyy)

Remember that English is not my language so it may contain several errors, please be patient with me

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Leah was a girl who wanted to be as far away as possible from the Avengers and the dangers they faced every day.

Coincidentally, she was now locked up against her will, in one of the rooms of the Avenger tower. And to make matters worse, she was sitting on the floor, with both feet tied to the leg of the bed, and her hands tied with a rope.

She was in a rather uncomfortable position, and had been that way since six o'clock in the morning. He had had nothing to eat or drink since then.

Why was he there? For lying about his age. Pretty stupid, compared to the dangers the Avengers had had to face. But the great Tony Stark was very paranoid lately.

Leah had gone to buy an alcoholic beverage, and the store she was going to, didn't sell alcohol to anyone under twenty. She was eighteen, but it wasn't the first time she had shopped there, so she had a fake ID, lying about her age.

Unfortunately, she crossed paths with Tony Stark, in his fantastic suit, who accidentally scanned her and the billionaire could tell she was lying.

And that brings us to the moment where we started. The Avengers, upon hearing Tony's story, knew she was exaggerating, she was just a teenager buying booze.

But Tony turned a deaf ear. He entered the room a couple of times and asked questions like "Who do you work for?" or "What were you really going to buy?". To which the girl answered him with total sincerity and he ignored.

Wanda was very sorry that Leah had suffered like that all day. So she got together with the other avengers. Stark wouldn't even let them near the room.

So, they agreed to go out to dinner, all except Pietro. He would fake a headache and when they left, he would release the girl until they returned and talk to Tony, this time, being able to protect her.

So, they set the plan in motion. They were all already on their way to Tony's favorite restaurant, while Pietro was already on his way to the room where Leah was, which in fact, was next to his own.

He had seen her when Stark brought her in.

She had caught his attention, her little face looked so innocent, he wouldn't believe she faked her age to buy an alcoholic beverage.

And he was curious to know if that innocent face could prove anything else to him.

Opening the door to the room, the girl looked at him at once.

"Thank God, I'd had enough of Stark's face."

Maximoff smiled at the sound of her voice.

He crouched down in front of her and could see her confused expression.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm being kidnapped by a superhero and his super friends How are you?" sarcastically replied

"Do you want me to untie you?"

"Yes! Please, I swear I won't be able to walk tomorrow because my legs will be numb from this awkward position."

Maybe so, but not exactly because of the bad position....

"I'll untie you, in exchange for a favor."

His sokovian accent, curiously made Leah pay more attention to his words.

"Look, I have no money, parents neither so you can't threaten me, if you want to burn down my house, I live in apartment and you would burn down the whole building, which would be frowned upon since you are an avenger.."

Pietro laughed at her witticisms.

"What's your name, cutie?"

"Leah..."

"Well, Leah, I'm Pietro."

"I know who you are, everyone knows who you are."

"Oh yeah? "

"If you're going to untie me?"

"You know the rules, I untie you in exchange for a favor."

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you, what do you want?"

"Well..."

The look on the Sokovian's face made Leah instantly understand what he was talking about.

She thought about it for a moment, under the boy's gaze.

But at last she made up her mind, and held out her bound hands to Maximoff, as a sign for him to untie her, feeling her cheeks redden.

He smiled and began to untie her quickly.

As she stood, Leah staggered, she had been on the ground for a long time.

Pietro placed his hands on the back of her thighs, lifting her up. She grabbed his shoulders and the Sokovian went quickly to her room.

As soon as he locked the door, the girl was pressed against it, while he left kisses on her neck to kiss her lips.

Pietro left her on the floor without stopping kissing her and began to unbutton the blouse of the chestnut.

"Is this your first time?"

"No, with an avenger? Yes."

He let out a laugh as he tossed Leah's blouse somewhere and pulled off her shirt.

"What about you, do you do this with all the girls that your tin can superhero friend kidnaps?" she spoke again

"Only with you." he smiled before kissing her neck again as he picked her back up and walked to the bathroom.

Once inside, he closed the door and turned on the warm shower. To then walk over to the sink and set Leah down on the counter.

He unclasped her bra while pulling her shorts down, so she lifted up slightly so he could pull them off.

He removed her shorts along with her underwear and she finally felt the coolness of the counter against the back of her thighs.

Though that coldness quickly vanished when she felt Pietro's large hands slowly pulling her legs apart.

"Spread your legs for me, love.."

Maximoff's accent, the tone in which he spoke to her, melted her completely, she obeyed immediately, feeling him sink his fingers lightly into her thighs.

"What are you going to-, Oh my god..." she moaned in surprise, when the boy ran his tongue over her intimacy without warning.

"Look how you are.." he said, running a finger around her entrance, to which she gasped in response, making him smile.

The next thing she felt, was the platinum guy's tongue making circles around her clitoris, but without touching it, which started to make her desperate.

"Don't be an asshole will you?" he demanded.

"I don't speak in that language, pretty girl."

She hesitated, but she seriously needed to calm that burning she felt.

"Please.." she gasped

Then he moved on to making circles directly on her clit and she pulled her head back.

Leah tangled her hand in Pietro's hair to keep him from pulling away, while with her other hand she squeezed the edge of the counter and closed her eyes as if that would imprison the sensations.

When she thought it couldn't get any better, he slipped two of his fingers inside her.

Leah opened her mouth, unable to even let out a moan.

He curled his fingers inside her, as he moved them incredibly fast and increased the speed of his tongue. He tightened the grip of his free hand on her hips even tighter.

Surely there were going to be marks left on her, just like on her neck, but neither wanted to worry just yet.

Leah opened her eyes, letting out moans that could not be controlled. She felt herself getting closer and closer, that knot in her stomach that wanted to let go.

The counter under her thighs was already warm, the mirror had fogged up from the steam of the shower, but she could still see the reflection of the marks on her neck.

And he, Pietro Maximoff, kneeling in front of her, making her scream.

She had many sensations both in her chest and in her stomach.

And with that image, she let that knot loosen.

He slowly pulled away, as he went up to kiss her while groping her breasts.

When she was calmer, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Pietro stepped into the shower with her, both feeling the warm water cover them.

"Ready?"

"I'm offended by the question."

He laughed to then stick the girl's back against the wall, and slowly sink into her.

"You're so...perfect." she gasped.

He dropped his head on Leah's shoulder as he sped up his movements.

He carried an incredibly fast speed, he was in and out with such ease....

Their bodies colliding made a really obscene noise. And the situation even worse. He, an avenger, sleeping with a stranger. And she, letting herself be handled by an avenger, a famous one, that she just met.

Plus the other avengers could arrive at any moment. And that made it even more fun.

At the next thrust, Pietro reached a point where Leah felt something she would never have thought to experience.

She let out a loud groan and dug her nails into the platinum-haired man's shoulders.

He smiled, hitting the same spot over and over again.

"Shit..."

"So there, huh?" he teased.

He went faster, if that was possible, hard, hard, carelessly, on that spot that drove her crazy.

She threw her head back, to which he took the opportunity to leave more marks on her neck.

"Oh God damn it, I think I'm going to..." Maximoff silenced her with a kiss, hitting her spot one last time, before releasing next to her.

Leah closed her eyes, regulating her breathing. Her chest heaved down and up, trying to calm the sensations.

They both ended up showering, her somewhat embarrassed.

He gave her clothes that Wanda had left for her, she was really tired.

Although Leah was quite embarrassed, because she never thought she would do that with someone she didn't know, Pietro talked to her and made silly jokes, which gave her much more confidence.

She was sitting on the platinum guy's bed, her eyes wanting to close.

"I'm going to get you some food, then you can sleep until the others get here." he said in his very striking accent.

God, no, he couldn't notice someone who was probably just a lucky lay, and he was an avenger to boot.

Unless he noticed her, too...

#one shot #marvel #marvel smut #pietro maximoff #pietro x reader #quicksilver #the avengers #los vengadores #+18 content

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