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Satoru Gojo 五条悟

Congratulations, you’ll never be alone again!

He would be infatuated with you

This man (boy) would not hesitate to embarrass himself in front of you

And by that I mean;

He would trip himself up, walk into a door, accidentally bump into you…

He would do the stupidest things all to get your attention

And if it was back when he was a student, I can imagine him calling out a teacher on a mistake or having a smart remark so he could see your smile, especially if it was from his doings

He’d still do that as a teacher himself actually

And if it was valentines?

Expect your desk to be covered in an array of heart shaped chocolate boxes, flower bouquets and many cards

He’d probably include expensive things as well like bracelets, rings, necklaces and earrings

Even if it wasn’t valentines and it was just any other day he’d either leave a note on your desk or a bag of mochi

Be grateful he didn’t devour that shit on the way

And during training?

He could be in the middle of training his students when he’d suddenly stop and just stare at you walking past

Either that or he would show tf off

There’s no inbetween

Poor Yuji, Megumi and Nobara would walk back to their dorms black and blue

He would beg the higher ups to assign you missions together

And you best know he’s going to pick on you

If you’re short? You’re now a portable headrest

If you’re tall? How’s the weather?

“Oh! My little Mochi! How are we today hm? Would you like to know where I was yesterday - I’ll tell you anyway, I happened to stumble upon a sweet shop and found some kikufuku and they had that flavour you like so much so out of the kindness of my heart I thought to buy you some!”

Suguru Geto 下戸傑

You wouldn’t even know this man has a crush on you, he’s that chill

You’d just think he’s really friendly

But saying that, he’d try and spend more time around you

You need to go shopping? He’ll be there to carry your bags

You can’t sleep at 3 in the morning? He’ll be at your door in 5 minutes

And he would (unknowingly to him) take such good care of you

And this man is smooth af while doing it

You’re both walking down a busy street? He’ll have his hand on your lower back

“Wouldn’t want you getting lost now would we?”

Walking next to the road? Not with him around

You’re cold? Here, have his jacket

If you’re both in a room full of people his eyes will automatically search for you, making sure you’re okay and not uncomfortable

And you best know he’ll be right behind you if you are

If someone cuts you off halfway through your sentence? Geto would stare that mf down until they shut up and motions for you to continue

“Stay close to me, there are too many men here staring at you. Can’t let them get any ideas now can we? Unless that’s what you want hm? I’d be forced to change your mind otherwise”

Itadori Yuji いたどりゆうじ

He’d be so nervous around you 🥹

He’s a blushing mess every time you step into the same room as him

Impossibile for him to keep his eyes off you

He just stares at you and smiles :)

But god forgive if you make contact with him-

He passes you a work sheet or a book and you brush fingers? He’ll drop everything

Continues to try and save himself which turns out to be futile considering he can’t stop stuttering out an apology

He’d also overthink every and any interaction you have with each other

That brush of fingers earlier? Was that a sign? Should he do something to confirm this? Eye contact? Should he make eye contact?

He’ll even leave cute little trinkets on your desk that he thought you’d like from his trips

And seeing you smile at that silly little note he left on your desk makes his entire week

Would definitely try and show you how strong he is 110%

You’re walking past the training field?

He’s there lifting Panda with one hand

“O-oh Y/n! What are you doing here? You look really pretty today! - not that you don’t everyday! I just mean that you look extra pretty today but you look extra pretty all the time, I’m running out of compliments…”

Fushiguro Megumi 伏黒恵

Like Suguru, you wouldn’t even know Megumi has a crush on you

…If it wasn’t for Yuji and Nobara of course

Oh hey, I have post on that-

You’re walking past him in the halls? Nobara and Yuji are there poking him and whispering (which probably shouldn’t count as whispering)

“Oh Megumi~ Don’t look now but someone you like is walking behind you~”

Which resulted in the both getting smacked upside the head

And if Gojo caught wind of this?

Gojo would leave bags of mochi or little notes saying how pretty you looked that day and sign it from your beloved Megumi

He’d even try and give ‘parental’ advice

That didn’t end well

I can imagine you walking up to him with the mochi and card in hand to kiss his cheek as a thank you which left him a flustered mess

He just holds his cheek with a straight face as you walk off 😌

Moving on though,

He’d be such a gentleman-

He’d lay his jacket on top of your legs if you’re wearing shorts or a skirt

And if you’re cold? Have his jacket

He notices you didn’t get much sleep that night? Oh look an energy drink magically appeared on your desk

You’re sad? He’ll summon his Divine Dogs

But don’t bring this to his attention, he’ll deny everything

“Hm? You received mochi on your desk? How should I know? - why are you looking at me like that? What are you - oh… yeah, must’ve slipped my mind”

Kugisaki Nobara 釘崎野薔薇

It’d be pretty obvious she likes you

If everyone’s talking over you or you have something to say she’ll have no hesitation in screaming at everyone to shut up

“EVERYONE SHUT UP! Y/N HAS SOMETHING TO SAY THAT I’M SURE ALL OF YOU ARE DYING TO KNOW SO LISTEN UP! …Go on Y/n”

You’re going on every shopping trip she has, which is near daily so good luck 🫡

But don’t worry, she won’t make you carry all her bags no no no

That’s for Yuji and Megumi to deal with

And those shopping trips will lead to sleepovers

Which will lead to her styling your outfits for the next month

Which will then lead to her mixing her clothes with yours justifying it by saying it goes better than any of your other ones

A subtle claim but one nonetheless

She would show you off like it’s nobodies business (except it is)

“Everyone! Look at my partner!! Look how hot they are - HEY DONT YOU CALL THEM HOT! THATS MY JOB”

You have social media? She already follows you

She would drool over every picture

Comments, hearts, the whole shabang

And let’s not forget the daily compliments of course

She’d somehow know if you’re wearing a different shade of lipgloss that day

Or if you’ve changed the colour of your nails

“Ahh you look so pretty today! Your eyeshadow is so cute!! Wait is that my top? Didn’t I tell you it would go well with your skirt, I’m always right! You should keep it, it suits you better anyway”

Toji 杜氏

How in the world did you pull this guy?

He’d be cocky af though

You might not know but if you tell him something about yourself or something you like he’ll have it ingrained into his brain while at the same time pretending not to give two fucks

Like I can imagine him seeing something you mentioned in a previous conversation in a shop window and buys it, gives it to you and says;

“I bought too much so I thought I’d give you the rest.”

“But it’s wrapped?”

“…It came like that”

Mhm sure

And if you asked his opinion on a certain outfit he’d definitely say;

“Who cares? Wear whatever you want, I cant fight”

Okay daddy-

He’d be such a bodyguard though, you cannot convince me otherwise

Like Geto he’d stand behind you to silently let them know you’re off limits

Even though you’re not dating he’d still have a possessive hand around your waist idc

“Why you gotta look like that hm? Always lookin’ so pretty for me. You tryna get their attention or something? Bet that’s what you want huh, want me to show them who you really belong to isn’t that right”

Zen’in Maki┊禪院真希

First off, I’m jealous but okay moving on

She’d be a low-key soft tsundere

Lemme explain,

This girl is a strong independent woman who gives no shits whatsoever and also has a very high wall built to hide her emotions and to keep you tf out

Therefore!, she’d pick on you (and no one else) in the nicest way possible

“Where do you think you’re going wearing that, a circus? You look like an idiot… but a cute idiot I guess…”

My heart-

And if you’d tease her back she’d just push your face away and walk in the opposite direction

She’d probably let you wear her glasses if you ask nicely

She’d even volunteer to help you train just so she can spend more time with you 🥹

Would purposely make you flustered no doubt in my mind (wouldn’t even have to try)

During practice she’d trip you up and land on you CENTIMETRES away from your face and just smirk

Ahahdbjsmke

She’d grin at anything cute you do

You’re doing a lil happy dance while eating? She’s there staring at you with a small grin

You’re pouting because something didn’t go your way? She’ll just tilt her head and smile

“You always look so cute when you do that little dance of yours, what’s got you so happy huh? Wanna tell me so you do that cute dance again? Go on, don’t be shy now”

Inumaki Toge 狗巻棘

My sweet sweet boy

He’d silently fan boy at everything you do

Definitely your personal cheerleader 🤝

At any and every one of your accomplishments, he’d cheer you on with his little jig of a dance

He’d rant to Panda in onigri ingredients at how perfect you are

He blushes A LOT

But you’ll never know since he has his collar zipped up at all times 😔

Every time you make him nervous he’ll fidget with his hands and look anywhere but at you

You compliment him over text while he’s in his dorm? He’s trying not scream and just rolls back and forth in his bed in excitement and happiness

I can imagine him standing behind Nanami doing silly little dances to make you laugh

Loves head pats, that’s it. That’s all.

He malfunctions when ruffle or comb your fingers through his hair

His tail would be wagging if he was a dog

He’d give you gifts as well but not any gifts

For example;

You’re usually cold in class? He’ll buy you a scarf and give it to you the next day

You’ve been staying up lately due to assignments? He’ll place a bag of energy bars and caffeinated drinks on your desk

He does all this while reprimanding you in onigri ingredients

He’d even keep spares in his bag just in case

“What did I tell you about staying up late huh? And will you ever learn to wear something warm to class or do I need to continuously bring these things with me? You’re lucky you’re cute!”

Nanami Kento 七海健人

Bby would be so professional

He’d keep trying to convince himself that it isn’t professional to have feelings for his colleague

Yet he couldn’t help but spend more time with you

He’d ask for your opinion on certain topics (shocker I know) or if you’d be able to print something out for him

He’d do this so much it’d start to make you suspicious

Even Gojo would catch on…

“Nanamin~ how come you ask Y/n for their opinion when you have me huh?”

Like Megumi he’d be such a gentleman

He’d put his coat on your lap if you’re wearing shorts or a skirt

He’d put his hand on your back to guide you through busy crowds

He’d make an extra cup of coffee/tea for you when he’s making one for himself

I feel like he’d have a certain tick when he’s nervous like scratching the side of his head or behind his ear

It’d be so fckn cute 😤

You mention the tie he’s wearing that day suits him or brings out his eyes? Don’t be surprised if he wears it again tomorrow

He wouldn’t even be ashamed about it

“What are you looking at? Oh my tie? What’s wrong with it? Didn’t you say it suited me yesterday? Thought I’d wear it for you again”

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— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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oldfashioned-lovergirl · 1 month

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Can I suggest a lewis hamilton fic where the reader is their teammate they've basically been through through thic and thin and they have an argument abt lewis not tell you abt going too ferrari and they confess their feelings and let their frustrations through sex??? (( THIS IS LITERALLY SOO MUCH TOO ASK FOR SO UF YOU CAN WRITE IT ITS FINEEE)) - anon 🌺

lost in the fire — LH44 x reader

cw: switching control, sexual tension, angry sex, dirty talk, age gap

note: first ff I write in a while, please y’all be kind with my english :3 hope you like it, I thirst way too much for this man

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The way the evening is ending is making you nervous and you’re not very good at hiding it. Well, you didn’t expect to discover the worst news possible in the middle of the after party of a fashion show in Paris and above all you didn’t expect to hear that from a stranger and not from the person concerned. Such person concerned is now driving you back to your Paris hotel because according to him you are “too upset” to take your own car.

Now, while you’re looking outside the window without saying a word, you hope he told someone to take your car to the hotel, or you swear to God you’re gonna scream to his face. You want to scream to his face so bad.

The city night lights are magical but you can’t think about anything that isn’t what you had just discovered. The atmosphere is awkwardly silent. Lewis is keeping his sight straight on the road, hands on the wheel. His profile is a picture you know way too well. It’s obvious he wants to say something. Anything.

“You know we’re still gonna see each other every week, right?”

“That’s not the point.”

He lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

“Then what do you wanna talk about?”

“Nothing.” You miss the awkward silence.

You already had arguments during your friendship/coworking/whatever that is, but never like that. That’s different. You feel hurt.

He finally reaches the hotel. He can’t stop right in front, so he parks in the next street. You open the door.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

He gets out of the car anyway. You’re not surprised he’s acting like a gentleman even when you’re so angry you could punch him. “It’s 2 AM and I won’t leave you alone.”

You walk alongside him, trying not to look at his open jacket. The fact that he’s wearing absolutely nothing under it isn’t helping. Damn this man and his impeccable fashion sense. “You weren’t so kind when you lied to me about your new contract.” At this point you don’t even care if people hear you argue.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh right, you just forgot to tell me.”

“I was going to.”

“When? When you’re already driving a Ferrari car? Don’t worry I’m not colourblind.” Great, now you reached the point where you can’t keep your mouth closed. And he’s following you to your room because he’s just like you, he has to have the last word.

“Soon. And stop using that sarcastic tone with me, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Of course, my bad, you’re always right about everything. You’re so selfish and childish, running away from the things you love just because you’re scared.” You ask yourself if you’re provoking him too much. No, he deserves that. You’re about to open the door with the electronic key when he takes you wrist and pulls you away. He stands right between you and the door, preventing you from getting in. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m not scared, I don’t like to be ignored. You are the selfish one here, not trying to see things from my point of view. You think it’s so easy for me?” He’s raising his tone. He never did it with you and now you find yourself holding back the tears. “You can’t even imagine what does it mean to leave my team, to leave my friends, to leave… you. But I can’t stay anymore, it’s dragging me down and you know it.”

Those words touch your heart. You feel sorry for him but you just can’t forgive him. You simply can’t stand the thought of racing without him as your teammate. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We can fix this, we can make changes and…”

“I don’t want change, I want to be myself and I want to be listened to. I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want to hurt you. See, now you’re hurt and I don’t know what to do because…” You’re eyes are on him but he’s looking down. He’s still holding your wrist and you bet he feels your heartbeat going faster than him in a Mercedes. “Because I care about you and I don’t want to lose you.”

You try to release from his grasp but he pulls you close. “Well done, now you lost me.”

“You sure?”

“I hate you.”

He kisses you, immediately moving his other hand to your neck to pull you even closer. His dreads brush your shoulder. You try not to shake for the emotions filling you. You lose yourself in the kiss. You can’t think about anything else than your tongues tangled, so you completely forgot you’re still in the hallway. Lewis takes the electronic key from your hand and unlocks the door. He brings you in and closes it behind your back, pushing you on the door. It frustrates you that he always has you under his thumb, no matter how much effort you put into escaping it.

He wouldn’t force you to do anything, ever. You know that he will keep away his hands if you won’t make a move in that direction. However the moan you let slip makes him inevitably smile. You lick the gap between is teeth and proceed to kissing him more passionately.

He shouldn’t dare to laugh at you right now, not even if you’re probably about to explore each other bodies. You put your hands on his chest and push him on the wall of the bedroom so violently that you worry you’ve hurt him. Bold of you to even think you can hurt a F1 driver’s back. A seven times world champion F1 driver’s back.

Your hands travel under his jacket, brushing his nipples and causing him to hold his breath. His naked chest feels smooth. There’s no better feeling than having him finally in your hands. It’s a dream coming to reality.

“Oh you hate me so much.”

Can he read your thoughts? Or did he just say that because you’re mapping his upper body with your fingers? His kisses continue on your chin, then on your jaw and then on your neck. They’re soft yet so hot. You want to reply but you’re too worried to make another sound. His strong hands are now on your hips, they slide up to your waist, stroking it up and down, his mouth now reaching your naked shoulder and leaving marks on it.

He’s definitely now in control of the situation, as always. You want to regain it, but he’s good at making you melt under his palms. You want him in you so bad and you’ll have him. You take him by his jacket and drag him in front of the bed, quickly getting rid of his jacket. You push him on the white bed sheets, climb and sit on top of him. You can feel him hard.

He has the body and the face of a young god, he’s so flawless that makes your almost 20 years age difference look 0.

“Take off your clothes.” He commands.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

You pin his hands on his sides and begin slightly moving your hips. His eyes turn to the ceiling for a moment and his breath becomes louder. “You can’t torture me like this.”

“I think you deserve that.”

You stop and sit back in his lap. He looks up at you with his dark bambi eyes. They’re the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You take a moment to appreciate the sculpted inked chest he likes posting on instagram so much, thinking about all the times you spent trying to hide how jealous those fuckboy pictures make you feel. Maybe the jokes you always make on the topic betray you.

“Does this mean you forgive me?”

You’re unsure about that, but what you’re definitely sure of is that you’re falling deeply in love with this man. Those puppy eyes are making you regret all the bad things you said to him.

That doesn’t change that you’re still mad. “We’ll see.”

He helps you unzip your dress, moving his hands across your back and slowly down on your ass, and you let him. The straps of your dress fall down on your arms and he stands in order to press his mouth on your collarbone. He takes your dress off, it falls down on the moquette. “I want you.” He gets rid of your bra and begins kissing your breasts like they’re the sweetest fruit on Earth. “I want you so bad.”

Years of friendship colliding into that moment. You want to shout, insult him, hurt him because it hurts you so much watching him leave, but the only words that escape from your mouth are: “L-Lewis I–“. You bite your bottom lip.

You can see through his pleased smirk that he couldn’t wait to make you eat that “I hate you”.

He takes advantage of your moment of weakness to take back control. He flips your positions and frees you both from the last clothes. God, his arms are perfect. “Open wide for me, darling.” His hands on your thighs are making you unable to speak. “Good, just like that.” He licks his lips at the sight of your wetness.

You can’t take it anymore. “Stop playing Lewis, just… just do it.”

He bends over you, a few centimetres from your mouth. “Pretty please?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

And so he does.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #smut #formula 1 #f1 #fanfiction

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aziraphales-library · 3 months

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Hi do you have any love triangles with Aziraphale in the middle?

Here are some fics that involve a bit of a love triange scenario...

You and only you. And oh yeah him, too. by AnnaTheHank (E)

Aziraphale figured that things between him and Gabriel were done after the trials. But clearly Gabriel thought otherwise. Aziraphale has to come to terms with the fact that he has feelings for both Crowley and Gabriel, and that there may be a way to get all that he wants.

Scam Boyfriend by ElderlySardine (E)

Crowley has loved Aziraphale for as long as he can remember - since they were small boys in short trousers, walking to primary school together in sleepy Tadfield. And Aziraphale loves him, too - they are still the best of friends, even 44 years later. And if Crowley secretly wishes that they could be more than friends... well, that's his problem, and he's dealing with it. He loves things just the way they are. But then the unthinkable happens, and a new love interest enters Aziraphale's life. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Crowley soon begins to fear that Gabriel may not be all he seems...

On The Side by FeralTuxedo (E)

Aziraphale is far too pure of heart to be anybody’s bit on the side. Or so Crowley thinks. But when his friend starts seeing walking red flag Jim, with his dodgy smiles and mysterious past, Crowley does everything he can to protect Aziraphale from disaster. His own heart might just end up being collateral damage.

Love, Syncopation, and Other Key Elements of Jazz by feathereddino (T)

The jazz duo of A.J. and Fell are an unstoppable force well into their mid-twenties, but when Crowley's illness causes the pair to step back from the spotlight, an enterprising music manager scoops up Aziraphale's career. Dazzled, Aziraphale will abandon all of his former life to be Gabriel's perfect star but lose himself and his happiness along the way. It would take a very steady and forgiving heart for someone to love him through it all... (An ode to that ridiculous hat that Michael Sheen wears... seriously, that's where this came from.)

come on darling, let's be lovers by shoebox_addict (E)

“I love the waistcoat.” The man beamed at him. “Thank you. I know it’s a rather old-fashioned style, but it makes me feel put together for the day.” “Makes you look put together, too,” said Crowley, and nearly bit his own tongue. “I mean, that is...you always look very nice.” Now it was definitely not his imagination; the man’s eyes were practically twinkling.

It Was Always You by mltrefry (T)

A chance encounter during one of the worst times of Ezra Fell’s life reunites him with his once best friend and the one who got away. Though, that would imply he ever had him in the first place. Anthony Crowley and his son, Warlock, relocate to the quieter city of Tadfield from that of London. In the process, manages to find again that one person who always made him feel less alone, the one person he was pretty sure he was never going to speak to again. But the road to true love never did run smooth (something that’s been true from their very beginning). Despite the easy way they fall back into each other, their lives don't seem to follow suit, and if it's not one challenge its another. But despite everything they find themselves facing down, the ten years without each other taught them one thing: they’re better together than they are apart.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale/gabriel #love triangle #human au #adult omens #mod d

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belit0 · 9 months

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Could you please write 12 with Madara? 😳🙏 Thank you in advance

12) Imagine that Madara and reader lived together. Madara comes home one day and hears loud moaning coming from their bedroom, recognizing the reader’s voice. Madara assumes, to his horror, that reader is cheating on him, and he rushes to the bedroom and opens the door. Instead of seeing a cheating partner, Madara actually walks in on the reader masturbating/using sex toys while moaning out Madara's name.

The night is silent, and the Uchiha compound looks like something out of a fairy tale. Lanterns illuminate the homes, families prepare for a refreshing round of sleep, and Madara makes his way home at a leisurely pace.

He loves being able to appreciate his home in times of peace, where there are no groups of ninja training in the middle of the night preparing to attack the Senjus, or the infants having to flee along with the women for shelter lest they perish in the act.

No one would have thought a signed document and a handshake could bring such harmony and beauty to life, but apparently, it was all that was needed. Now the people are genuinely happy, without having to think about a glimpse of war or losing their loved ones.

The leader enjoys the view, and can only think about getting home.

The day has been long, and all he wants to do is have dinner with (Y/N) and go to bed, maybe read a little or take a bath, but nothing crazy. His inner peace and happiness are so great it makes him feel drowsy, as if he wants to just head to the pillow and sleep for ages, safe in the knowledge that no one will have to go off to combat any time soon.

He smiles to himself without even noticing and makes his way quietly to the entrance of his house. Removing his footwear before entering, it hits him. Screams and strange sounds come from inside, his wife's voice.

He is oblivious to the situation and feels incredulous for letting his guard down like that. Did someone infiltrate and try to attack the Uchiha from the heart of the family? Mess with his special person? Force him to break the peace and defy everything he fought to build?

No... those don't sound like cries of pain, they're more like... moaning...

Oh... oh.

Faced with a completely different scenario than the one he first set out, Madara weighs the possibility of (Y/N) growing tired of life with a politician, and deciding to seek pleasure in another man. Perhaps she's sick of waiting for him every night because of his meetings, of missing him every evening because of his training, of him being absent every morning because of his business within the clan.

The Uchiha makes up his mind and encourages himself not to lose to another man.

If she genuinely has another person between her legs, he will cut his head off over her naked body and bathe her in his blood. (Y/N) might be traumatized afterward, but she will understand she cannot cheat on him, she cannot dump him like that, and she cannot destroy his heart in such a way.

He activates his Sharingan and enters the household silently, using chakra to move and catch them in the act. He wants this moment to be etched in his retina, in his memories, the story of how he failed to be a good husband to (Y/N) and killed her lover over her. It will be a learning curve and a bump in the road, but they will get through this.

With a kunai in hand, he approaches the room and slips into the shadows unnoticed. He will catch them in the moment, and torture the man in ways he can't even imagine. He may even ask Izuna for help.

With a thousand ways to murder the person in his thoughts and pure rage in his hands, the Uchiha encounters a scene he didn't expect at all.

On the bed, (Y/N) is on her knees, laying her chest on the mattress. In one of her hands is a bright pink toy, producing vibrations between her legs. It is so wet that it glistens in the candlelight, and his wife moans at the stimulations, unaware of his presence.

There is no such man, no such murder, just his woman having a night of passion with herself.

He approaches her stealthily, with his Sharingan still on. He records in his memory how (Y/N) moves the object in a circular motion, seeking to trigger a specific point that generates spasms in her body. Madara takes the whole experience with study purposes, remembering each particular motion and part of her body to then replicate it with his own fingers on another occasion.

Reaching the foot of the bed, he watches intently. (Y/N) did not notice him yet, squeezing her eyes tightly shut to tolerate the waves of pleasure and continue her adventure. She moans in desperation, whispering Madara's name between rubs.

The Uchiha can't bear to be just a spectator, and with his hand, he presses the toy even harder on that spot that makes her tremble. In a mixture of surprise and panic, she tries to get up and turn around, to see the face of the disembodied hand that just touched her, but her husband grabs her by the hair and presses her back against the bed.

He knows she likes it rough, and that's just what he's going to give her.

Hovering over her, he whispers mischievously, "You better not stop until I've had enough, or else, we're going to start all over again." A moan of euphoria and exhilaration escapes her lips, and he knows with certainty his words make it all the way into her pussy with no trouble.

"Very bold of you… wanting to have fun without me. Maybe I'd have to make you pay, hm?" He presses the dildo even harder, reading her body and realizing she's about to cum. As (Y/N) approaches her peak, the man takes possession of the toy and rips it from her hand, pulling it away from her skin and cutting off the stimulation suddenly. "Where are you going so fast, (Y/N)? This is just getting started."

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bethanysnow · 6 months

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Breakeven.

Prt 1.

Bang Chan X Plus Size Reader. Fluff mild angst. Slow burn?

The news broke that V from BTS's stalker was apprehended. The fact that someone got so close sent shock waves through the major companies to up security. Guards for even the groups that didn't have a major following, it felt incredibly necessary. Keeping the artists behind closed doors like hamsters in wheels and a very colorful and elaborate cage. The studio Stray Kids though did the majority of their work for their latest mixtape was across the street from a cafe. The road was mainly foot traffic and standing there on the concrete pavement was a woman with a guitar.

A foreigner. As divisive as that word is in South Korea, that's what she was...singing in English songs from a while back. Breakeven by The Script, Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. This heartache verbalized in the cry of the street. She bowed quietly with the smallest smile if people tipped her, that's at least what Chan noticed from his tower. Yes, the great tower of the unmarked building in the middle of the city. No one knew he was there, nor what the building was. Everyone below him just too busy with their own day to notice. He was grateful for that, but he found himself wanting to be amongst the people. Be there, go grocery shopping, go to a cafe. Exist in the cosmos of the cosmopolitin. So, looking out of the window of the studio he watched this woman. Living vicariously through her. He could hear her if he tried really hard with the window open, but most of the time it was when he snuck into the building he could hear.

Felix was setting down his things in a chair before seeing his friend deep in thought, not moving a muscle, just looking out the window. Walking beside him the blonde followed his eyeline to the girl.

"You know you can go say hi-"

Chan jumped not noticing the new presence slamming his hand over his heart. "Ah!-oh, hi...I dunno what you're talking about..." Brushing the comment off. Felix just raised a brow.

"You stand here and what...stare at her? Man, that's creepy- you wear a mask and a hat and go over. Say Hello"

Chan just shrugged. That was the thing with Bang Chan. With his life experience, the thing he never wanted was to be hurt like he was in the past. To suffer again the things he did getting here. There of course are other things, but when you are in this life it's far easier to make up stories about the driver, the barista, or grocery delivery person? Then to actually...know them. For then they could leave and you would be left alone. Parasocial relationships go both ways remember? So Chan for the first time in a while has had the time to look at the same girl and imagine. Imagine her life, why was she in Korea? Why did she always sing sad songs? Maybe she was a student and this is how she made extra money, or was stranded here and needed to find funds for a plane back home. Or just she liked singing.

So many questions and thoughts and contemplations on the idea of a person, a person he didn't know. While he and Felix went actually into the studio to work he couldn't get her off his mind.

Y/n though was very busy at work. It was hard to get people to notice you when you're in a larger body. At least notice you for the right reasons, notice the voice, the talent (as if). Southeast Asia had the beauty standard of a pin and people paid millions of dollars to fit it. The clothes, the almost infantilization of women? 'Cutesy' shit that made her skin crawl, she could dress like an idol, speak the language fluently, get her hair done at those fancy salons that give you tea; wouldn't be enough. So Y/n decided not to participate. She would sing, play guitar, and let that be the reason she was content. Be understood and heard through music. A couple months out of the year she visited a cousin who lived in Busan for work. Taking a week or so to visit Seoul it was her mission to live. Experience everything she could. That included what she normally did back home, just...here. Where Y/n would sing in front of a Starbucks or a dunkin, or dutch bros really whatever mall adjacent location would allow her to get a set in. Finding a cafe who agreed to let her perform on their property she set up. She just knew this wasn't a hot spot for tourism so felt comfortable in her ignorance if someone made comments she wouldn't super be able to understand them.

So she sang. Song after song not noticing at all the peering eyes from the man a floor above her.

Where Chris was watching. Dreaming of what she sounded like when she laughed, if she had a boyfriend or if he really should say hi to her...fate would have to decide as the rest of 3racha filed into the studio.

And so.....fate did decide.

~too be continued

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yoongisleftearring · 11 months

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part three: acquainted with the hood of my car

S E C R E T S E C R E T

pairing: Idol!Changbin x Influencer!reader

-> in which Stray Kids attempt to protect their image after an unexpected encounter with you, but, oh, Changbin is kinda hot? AND emotionally intelligent?? Oh no.

word count: 655

a/n: I've kept you waiting long enough I'm SORRY

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This was going to be your day. You just knew it.

Sure, you accidentally hit snooze on your alarm for way longer than you should have, resulting in your shaking hands fumbling with the doorknob, using your chin to balance your large binder between it and your chest so you could twist said doorknob.

The shaking hands could also be down to the fact that you haven't had coffee yet today, but that's normal, right?

I forgot to pick the coffees up.

I'll text you their orders.

Perfect. Just what you needed.

You walked backwards through the café doors, takeaway drinks in hand. The coffees lay in a cardboard tray, four tucked nicely in their slots, the fifth balancing precariously in the middle of them. The large binder filled with essential documents was nestled in your underarm, but as you walked, you could feel it slip. Luckily you weren't far from the building now, just one more street away. Your mind was far from the road, focusing on not dropping or spilling anything, and maybe you should have paid more attention, but this is a zebra crossing; I shouldn't have to.

Though, the white KIA that came hurtling towards you would probably disagree.

Upon seeing your struggling figure, the car driver slammed on the brakes, the movement pushing his head forward, straining his neck. His head was down, and his eyes were closed, but he felt it. It didn't feel like much, but who was he to know what force kills helpless individuals on zebra crossings? He raised his head slowly and with much effort. He couldn't see you. He undid his seatbelt and pushed the car door open, standing out of it and rubbing slightly at his neck. Something was pooling at his feet.

Oh god, is that blood?

The substance led back to a small puddle surrounded by the deceased coffees and their now crushed cardboard holder.

Thank god.

Snapping out of his slight haze, the man registered your figure, thankfully moving, dusting yourself off as you stood with a small stumble, your hands flailing in an attempt at regaining balance. Your head snaps towards him, eyes fierce.

"You fu-" You began but abruptly stopped upon seeing him. He was slightly short but really, really buff. His face-

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he shrieked, eyes wide in panic as he almost ran towards you.

"Me?" you chuckled cooly, scoffing slightly and trying to ignore the searing pain in your temple. "I'm perfectly fine, you?" As the words left your mouth, you felt yourself stumble again, the world becoming blurrier and darker. He watched as your limp body fell to the concrete below you with a thud. He tried to reach out, but the shock slowed his movements.

"Oh, fuck!"

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Changbin had no issue removing your limp form from the scene of the crime, neither physically nor from bystanders, which is actually quite concerning in hindsight.

Changbin wasn't actually sure what to do in this situation. If someone had told him before, he would probably have dismissed them because: that would never happen to me. He laid you carefully in the backseat of his car and there his jacket over your body in case the police happened to pull him over. He thought it would look slightly less suspicious that way.

Changbin wasn't sure what to do, but he knew somebody who would.

The drive to the dorm was probably one of the most stressful situations Changbin ever thinks he's been in. He was constantly trying to turn his head so he could see you. God, he doesn't know what he would have done had you woken up then. Thankfully the drive wasn't long, partially thanks to his legally-teetering speed.

Punching the numbers into the keypad at the main door of the building posed a surprising challenge when two of his arms supported your weight. Still, he managed and swiftly made his way through the building and to his dorm, hoping to avoid any of his neighbours.

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dear--mars · 2 months

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His fallacy.

── Synopsis: Childe was never one to dream nor was he someone to ask for more than he already had. The world always took and took from him, but never gave. So when Childe had but one wish, to keep you in the dark, the world flashed you with the ugly truth that Childe so desperately wanted to hide. Not even in death would the archons pity him.

── Character: Childe/Tartagliaa/Ajax

── CW: Mentions of violence and death.

── Notes: Fallacy. A noun meaning a mistaken belief, especially one based on an unsound argument. This is my 1st birthday post. Enjoy the angst. [angst/no comfort]

── Word count: 900+ words

A monster. That’s what Childe was and he knew that. But he couldn’t care less. For him, family ties and the thrill of combat were the essence of his existence. Joining the Fatui only presented with a win-win scenario; he’d elevated his family status within Snezhnaya and was able to fight to his heart’s content.

But then, something happened.

On an unusually cold day, even by Snezhnayan standards, Childe found himself ambushed by a group from an Anti-Fatui organization. He made quick work of them but had gotten himself accidentally poisoned by one of the assailant's blades.

His head throbbed as his knees hit the freshly laid-out snow. He was on the verge of passing out but before his vision turned black, he saw a figure walking out of the forest.

“...fuck.” He cursed out, assuming the figure was with the assassins. He could do nothing but lose consciousness, waiting to die. Even if the figure wasn’t there to kill him, he’d freeze to death in no time.

So imagine his surprise when he wakes up and sees an unfamiliar ceiling. At first, Childe thought he had gotten captured by the enemy but soon realized he wasn’t chained up nor in a basement of any kind.

Childe hears footsteps and his guard immediately raises. But it drops just as quickly when he sees you peek your head in. “Oh! You’re awake.” You said happily, your eyes lighting up as you walked in with a tray of food.

“You were lying unconscious in the middle of the forest. Not to mention, you were bleeding out and the poison running through your veins.” You said with a sigh as you placed the food on the bedside table.

“You were passed out cold for almost 3 days.” You said exasperated as you raised your hand to take his temperature. “Thankfully, your fever has gone down. The poison should also have been detoxified from your body.” You pulled your hand back and sat down next to the bed.

Childe was speechless, he didn't know what to do. “I-... Thank you…” He mumbled, looking down at his hands, unsure of how to deal with the kindness given to him.

No one had ever truly taken care of him ever since the day he fell into the abyss. Not even his parents. As much as he loved his family, they were also the reason he was forced to become who he was now.

“It’s alright, most people would do the same. Anyways, you should eat. I made some calla lily seafood soup. I added some octopus for some added vitamins and minerals.” You said as you handed him the tray.

Childe, unlike most, doesn’t have a favorite nor a least favorite dish. He was never too concerned with taste. This was due to the fact that Childe was often on the road and grew up in the harsh environment of Snezhnaya.

But when he took a bite of your food, he felt his heart start to beat faster, and his eyes, even if it was only for a moment, regained a small light. He ate the food like a starved man, subtle tears rolling down his face.

You had provided him warmth like no other and he was determined not to let you go. With you, Childe felt like he was nothing more than himself. With you, he wasn’t Childe or Tartaglia, he was Ajax.

Over the months you two developed a strong bond. He would share stories of what it was like being in the Fatui, most of the stories were altered though. He would also tell you about the different nations, And what it was like to go out and explore the world. He even shared more personal troubles with you. Mostly about his family.

You knew he was in the Fatui, most people living in Snezhnaya were affiliated one way or another, but you had no idea that he was the 11th harbinger and he planned on keeping it that way.

But things never really go Childe’s way. Running away from home, getting chased by wolves, and even falling into the abyss were nothing compared to the heartache he felt when he saw the pure unadulterated disgust on your face when you found him in his Foul Legacy transformation.

It ended up turning into a big argument. Childe trying to justify himself and you, completely shutting down his excuses. Amid the argument, when emotions were riding high he couldn't help but ask, “Did you even love me?”

You glared at him in disgust. “Your own mother couldn't even love you, what makes you think I could?” You spat out and Ajax felt his world crashing down.

You were right. His mother, the one who brought him into this world wasn’t able to handle his temper and violent tendencies. She wasn’t able to push past those obstacles and love her own son.

So why would you? Why would he delude himself into thinking you even could? Yet in the final moments of his life, as he slowly closes his eyes, waiting for death to take him, he can’t help but see a figure standing in front of him.

He didn't have the strength to open his eyes to confirm if it was you or not, He died alone in the snow with a smile on his face, hoping that you’d come to save him once again.

Childe died a fool, hoping for something that could never happen. After all, you were in Sumeru at the time of his death. And the figure he saw was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

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cloudofbutterflies92 · 4 months

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Days in Verdansk (Part I)

Ghost x f!oc (banner by @saradika-graphics)

Before starting reading I leave you the song that the soprano sings

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09:30, the clock inside the taxi showed the worst time, thirty fucking minutes late. She hated London traffic, she didn't understand why John had decided he wanted to take a civilian plane rather than land directly with one directly served by SAS.

“How long is it?” Nervously Eden began to tap her fingers on her knee, endless curses began to invade her head. At this point it was better to walk the road.

“Stupid fucking city.” From her jacket pocket she took a pack of cigarettes.

“Madam, you don't smoke in my taxi” the taxi driver, with a clear French accent, scolded the young woman. Nice, even the no smoking policy.

“Listen to me we're stuck in traffic and I'm about to miss my flight so” Eden took some banknotes from her bag “I'll pay you and walk away”

The man turned, looking at her from head to toe with a frown. If that guy thought she would just stand there and wait, oh he just didn't understand anything.

“I can't let you go madam ...”

“Miss, I'm not that old” she, disheartened by the situation, threw her head on the seat cushion, huffing, it was absolutely stressful knowing that due to traffic she would have to take the next plane.

“Do you have a name? Maybe it's less annoying"

“Johanna” she lied using her middle name, as MI6 agent Eden was required to conceal her identity, that driver could very well have been someone sent by some enemy spy agency. Never let your guard down, it was a motto that Eden always repeated to herself.

“Oh, German name. I've been to Germany. Frankfurt, it's a nice place”

“In a certain sense they make excellent Grüne Soße” Eden felt lighter, that taxi driver had great patience in putting up with her. Meanwhile, she began to juggle between the messages: 5 messages, and almost all from Simon

“I'm alive, I'm stuck in traffic”

“I was worried, you know there's Price here going back and forth. I think he's going to feel bad because he got scolded as soon as he tried to light up a light."

Eden imagined the captain's situation, barely holding back a laugh.

“I can't wait for you to be here, between him and that Sergeant Mactavish who keeps talking about Scotch and Whiskey. Seeing something beautiful can help ease my nerves”

Something beautiful, how did she return to reality? Had she really said that she was something beautiful to him?

The taxi driver poked around, nothing annoying that could affect that moment "it took little to calm your hot spirits miss"

"It could be" the woman continued to stare at that message like the most precious thing in the world, was she really under a thousand trains for a person who had crossed her path for just over a month? Everything seemed to be moving too fast.

"I think they heard your request," the older man indicated to Eden how the traffic was clearing, almost like ants scattering at the end of their meal.

Checking his watch Eden tried not to panic, 15 minutes and the 'plane would be ready to go.

It was a miracle that in a few minutes she was able to arrive at the airport, running as if she were in the New York City Marathon.

"Wait!" Yelled the brunette, seeing the four soldiers there.

The first to turn was Simon, who immediately caught up with Eden amidst the mild laughter of the dark-skinned soldier and the one with the monhawk:The first was Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Price's trusted man who observed the two laughing at her with a scowl. The second was a recent addition to Price's team, John "Soap" Mactavish.

"Look there was traffic and..." Simon stopped her by bringing his hand forward, picking up her suitcase. Soap and Gaz looked on in confusion.

"Is he okay?" Mactavish turned to Gaz, who shrugged.

There was not much time for introductions, Price would make them as soon as they landed in Verdansk, "Because the formalities are not important at the moment," he explained as he headed for the gate. After the necessary procedures, the group was already on the plane, much to Price's general relief. The dear old captain was famous for his punctuality, and Eden understood him well in the end. She, too, hated to have her plans ruined by last-minute obstacles.

But there was something else on her mind: Simon's extreme gallantry towards her. She honestly had not expected to be treated like a princess; by now she was used to not trusting beings of the male gender.

"Everything should be in its proper place" he sat down beside her and adjusted the mask that covered half of his face.

Eden placed her hand on Simon's, "You've been very kind, I guess you missed me so much."

A shiver ran through Simon's body, he was not used to receiving such a carnal gesture.

"You know, I've been thinking about what happened, you're the first person I've ever reacted to like this" he turned his back on Gaz and Soap, all ears to the conversation between the lieutenant and the MI6 agent.

Eden completely ignored them"And did you like what you did?" she then whispered to him, she had noticed how he was, a bit closed off.

"I think so, in the end I'll still say I like you," he turned to John and Gaz, glaring at the two young sergeants, they were still young and had to learn, the classic slightly immature boys, "If you don't finish it I'll make you fly out the window."

Simon's sentence silenced the two sergeants who calmed down to avoid making a mess. "Okay LT" Soap raised his hands, Simon didn't like to be teased, especially in front of the girl he liked, so as not to embarrass her, Eden found it very tender of him, for her it was already so much when he opened up to her like that.

"They'll understand when they meet a girl too" Eden let out a light laugh, wishing she had the same strength to fall asleep as Price, who had immediately fallen into a deep sleep. The captain had so many responsibilities after all and a nap would have done him good.

"I wish I had his strength to fall asleep" Simon sighed; he had the same thought as Eden.

"He's going to read my mind," she thought to herself as the announcer reminded everyone that the plane would be taking off in a few seconds, just in time for a couple consisting of a woman and an older man to sit down in the empty seats in front of Eden and Simon. They appeared to be in distress, so the Mancunian did his best to help place the lady's bag on the overhead compartment.

"You are very kind, sir" the woman then looked at Eden, who showed a small and kind smile, basically she was very confused, but this lady reminded her of her grandmother.Or most likely Simon's gesture had been a catalyst for this calm, where in fact thinking about their mission was not there.

As the couple sat down, Simon and Eden looked at each other spontaneously, as if they had had the same thought for the umpteenth time: would they get old enough to share their lives together?or would their lives be separated? There was a third option, but they didn't want to think about it.

"You are such a nice couple, you remind me so much of Alfred and me when we were young, how long have you been together? "Irina, the lady old lady says, looked at them almost nostalgically. Were they a couple? Was it that obvious? They were flattered and embarrassed, "Thank you ma'am, but we," the brunette looked at Simon who didn't know what to say, "We're more friends here than a couple.

Friends? If that was a definition for getting to know each other, Eden imagined it was the right thing to say, Simon held back a laugh, not because he found the whole thing ironic, but because Eden had turned scarlet when she said it. The young woman bit her tongue, uh, damn Riley.

“Boy I suggest you take this girl and marry her, you can tell from a mile that you have a crush on her "Alfred added, making the lieutenant cough. How he wished he could have been such a dreamy person and let go right away.But it was in his ethics to take things slowly, simmer and then at the right time serve the course that is to let go.

"Alfred and I met in '45, he was a journalist who was writing an article of the effects of the war" Irina began to narrate, with Gaz who on the opposite side of the seat where Simon and Eden were listening interested, the story had also affected the young sergeant.

"I was a young girl escaped from the German occupation, he saw me in the street and recognized the peculiar accent" Irina turned to her husband, in love more than ever "The most beautiful woman in the world, it was the right choice of my life" Alfred declared.

"You are a great example, I hope" the MI6 agent's gaze was mainly turned to Simon "I hope to be happy someday too."

There it was, the statement that left Simon with bated breath, never one like him would have thought of love. With his job it was something he could not afford, and still thought so. But he liked Eden and he had made the first move, he wanted to find out everything about her. Her personality, what she liked, what she hated. Finally something made sense in his life and he didn't want to lose her.

"Really? This asshole seems to have friends everywhere" Soap, file in hand read the information MI6 had gathered on Vladimir Makarov. He had always been a subject under watch, ever since he had decided to join the Inner Circle, known military PMC the alert danger was high. Makarov had always been a great strategist, and his help in the Inner Circle was a danger to nations such as Kostavia but especially Urzikistan, two nations Makarov had targeted.Betrayal of the principles of the motherland Russia in his view were grounds for hatred

"Having a father in politics helps" Eden came out of the bathroom, she had been the last one to make a shower and definitely needed it after the tiring trip she had made.

"Seeing him hang also helped "Price sneered, sipping his beer as he watched Gaz display a map. The mission would be the next day, the goal was to infiltrate a theater during a opera concert.

"According to the information Makarov will be here" Gaz tried to red the windowsill of the east wing of the theater "Eden and Ghost will try to infiltrate those places.Soap and I will follow Baranov here" Gaz looked for the opposite balcony.

Leonid Baranov, was known to be one of the richest oligarchs in Verdansk, his father had financed the reconstruction of the city after the end of World War II, basically he was an important figure in the capital.And Makarov by asking for Baranov's alliance might be able to finance his men.

"I'd say that's a very good plan, I'll contact Shepherd to debrief him," Price turned on his laptop computer. That Shepherd, Eden did not trust him at all. It gave him a rotten feeling, as if he was hiding something shady.

"Is something wrong Park? "Gaz pulled out a lighter, lighting her a cigarette, Eden merely said "I'm going outside," and Simon, until then silent about the situation followed her out the balcony.

"Is it for Shepherd? I don't trust either "he took a deep breath, turning to Eden "but do we have a choice? Laswell and he work for the CIA."

"I don't trust her either if that's what it is, anyone."

Working in MI6 Eden had seen it all, people who were described as reliable turn their backs anyway.In her environment it was the practice to betray human principles and values.

"I understand you, I mean working in a field like ours, you find shit upon shit" the man took a cigarette from his pockets, maybe just that night could fit.

"I thought you didn't smoke."

"And I do, I quit a long time ago "he lit the tip of the cigarette "but for tonight I make an exception "he then smiled toward Eden, who shook her head amused.

"What a dickhead."

"You can't imagine how happy I am to be here with you, even though we have given ourselves time" the lieutenant with his thumb stroked the woman's jaw and chin, a gust of wind caused Eden to encircle his hips with her arms.

She wasn't very keen on such gestures of affection, in fact she disgusted them. Or at least before she met him.

"I want to kiss you so bad but I see they are coming" he whispered lowering himself toward her, before as expected Soap and Gaz did not make their appearance.

"Jesus you are such a garden dwarf compared to LT "Soap exclaimed making Eden roll her eyes, she knew she was short but wore her 5.3ft with honor.

"You use less gel Mactavish, the monhawk doesn't hold with so much gel" the brunette patted the Scotsman's shoulder who mimicked a laugh, Gaz was there laughing "that one hurt Soap"

"Shh Garrick" the sergeant brought his finger to his lips, it was late, midnight and it was better for Eden if she went to sleep.Tomorrow a tiring day would await them, with a wave of his hand he greeted those present "I need a restful rest" he then left the three men alone re-entering the living room where Price was still busy at the PC.

"Night Park" he quickly greeted her, receiving a gesture of greeting with her head. She had not imagined at all that Simon was behind her and as soon as she reached the door to her own bedroom he turned her around.

"Christ Simon you scared me" she burst out laughing, she imagined that he wanted to be greeted in a better way anyway.

"Because I don't like certain greetings, I prefer others," the blond brought his lips close to the brunette's, a very chaste kiss despite the growing desire between the two. God how he was looking at her at that moment, if she had not promised herself not to run with him and for the fact that they were not alone she would have let him into the room immediately.

"Need to go" Eden murmured still that with her lips she caressed Simon's lower lip, who pulling away grinned winking.

"Good night Spectra, dream of me tonight."

"Count on it Ghost”

"Stupid bead" Eden was attempting to put on the earring "what made me think to get these and not the dangling earrings" she tried again, this time succeeding. She took a deep breath, the others were already ready and she was slightly late, which was unusual for the young spy since she was always on time.Fortunately, she had finished, reaching the door to her own bedroom.

"I will never understand why you girls are late "Soap was the first to see her, sketching a smile "Your knight is already outside, he is very anxious to see you."

"You took your time about your hair too" Vivi followed Soap "I was expecting a kilt instead of the classic pants" she added jokingly, rolling the Scot's eyes. They had known each other for two days and the brunette wanted to slap him already, but at the same time they got along well. Same sense of humor. With Gaz, on the other hand, Eden felt he could talk for hours on end, the classic guy friend to women.With Price he had yet to frame the situation but surely there was mutual respect between them.

"I'd be too recognizable, think I even practiced my Russian accent "Soap cleared his throat "to sound more believable "he then tried to use a bit of a harsher tone to his voice.

"You failed little boy" Gaz caught up with the two, also late apparently "when the O is not accented you should use the A" he too then got into a contest of who was better at it.

"ни один из вас не может использовать русский акцент"(neither of you can use a Russian accent) Eden left the two speechless, putting on her coat. Stepping outside she saw Price leaning against the limousine they had taken, and Simon. When he saw her he thought he almost saw a mystical creature, it was an exaggeration but that was his thought. He had never felt this way before; he had had relationships in the past, all of which had failed because of his crappy past. But Eden, she was the woman who literally kept him on his knees and he did not like that. He had always had everything under control, but evidently she had messed everything up.

"Nice wig" he adjusted the collar of his shirt, giving a dirty look to Soap who was teasing him, Mactavish would soon be flying into the banks of the Gora River "and nice dress" then lowered his gaze to the blue dress, which was vaguely reminiscent of the one worn in the animated film "Anastasia" by the main character.

"I thought you told me you were beautiful in general" Eden approaching left a kiss on the lieutenant's cheek, causing Price to frown "but I have to make do with a nice wig and nice dress" she then climbed into the limousine, causing Simon to break into a cold sweat. A hard, cold man like him losing his head over a woman?Never would he have imagined such a thing.

"We have to keep a low profile but I can see that someone already here has stepped into the role" driving to the destination Price adjusted the rearview mirror, noticing how Simon and Eden's hand intertwined perfectly with each other, it was obvious that the two of them were smitten with each other. But that mattered little to Eden; she was always looking for any moment to let Simon know she liked him.

"These are needed to get in, play your cards right," the brunette handed him, Soap and Gaz the necessary documents to pretend to be all other people, Gaz smiled broadly.

"Luckily in Kenya they also speak English otherwise "the sergeant put down his document "it would have been a big trouble"

"You are lucky, why Bulgarian me?" Soap pouted, the Scotsman knew not a syllable of the language

"Well the accent is more or less like Russian, you'll be fine Mactavish" she then passed the document also to Simon, husband and wife. He a well-known banker and she a model.Very predictable.

The area in front of the theater as soon as they arrived was swarming with high society people, interviewed by local and non-local journalists. Price parked not far away and in a strategic spot in case of some last-second problem.

"Jesus Christ I can't wait to get this stupid bow off" Soap adjusted his shirt collar, followed by Gaz.Simon and Eden were the last ones down and he was really treating. God why did she have to smile at them like that?

"I'm counting on you, get the task done.Baranov must come out unharmed" Price glanced at all four, who with an affirmative nod then split up.

"Looks like we're left alone, those two are insufferable" Simon holding Eden under his arm showed a smile to her who responded likewise, the flash of photographers was annoying. Eden was quite used to it, I mean she had also performed missions pretending to be a VIP but the annoyance the paparazzi present gave her was equal to a flea invading your ear.

"The hip Riley, hold my hip " the young woman suggested, he completely embarrassed gently placed his hand on one of her hips, the midnight blue fabric perfectly encircled her body. Certain thoughts made by both of them seemed normal.

"We're doing fine" as they entered the theater he placed his lips lightly on Eden's shoulder, she looked at him frowning. And sneering.

"We're on a mission Riley"

"We have to pretend Park remembers" the Mancunian in his deep accent whispered in the brunette's ear, this was not the time to have thoughts where he would pick her up and slam her against the first useful surface.

She reluctantly preferred to focus on the area where they would see the opera, almost all the places had been taken.The only thing missing was...

"Makarov, he's not here" Eden whispered through clenched teeth.The files and information he had had spoke of the former Spetsnaz as very punctual. Almost manic in some ways. It was strange "too strange" Simon later added in not seeing Makarov still present.Good thing was that Soap and Gaz were behind the other target, ready to follow his every move.

"At least I'll be able to enjoy some classical music" Ghost admitted, it had been like forever since he had gone to a concert. The last one he had gone to had left trauma in him, something he had been carrying around since childhood.

"I used to make you metal music" Eden, binoculars in hand pointed toward the stage where the soprano appeared and began singing Bortnjansky's "D’una misera famiglia" from the opera Creonte.

"Too loud, I prefer softer music," with his binoculars Simon checked the perimeter of the theater's interior. Baranov was extremely pleased with the guests present, Gaz and Soap included that they had cast themselves well in the role.Eden and Simon hoped Makarov would also show up, but it almost seemed as if he had tracked down their plans.

"Love I'm going to go to the bathroom for a second, I'll be right back "playing the part of the perfect wife Eden got up from her seat, reaching the bathrooms. She hated playing that part, but she had to be convincing.

"Price"

"I know, he changed plans at the 'last second," the SAS captain anticipated her, and the woman looked around before reaching one of the stalls present. Reggie had arranged things perfectly.

"I'm going to try to put Baranov to sleep, warn Soap and Gaz" secured the silenced pistol, holstered under her dress Eden stepped out. Arms folded was Simon waiting for her.

"Price told me "Eden interrupted him by laying a finger on his lips.

"That's all we can do, Makarov will never come "she looked around, making sure no one was there to spy on them was always good.

"Hoping those two will convince him, it seems very-"

"Protected?" She added as she exited that hallway, taking the side exit. And not with little difficulty considering how important Baranov was, the only thing that discomfited her a little was that they had not been able to finish listening to the concert. Almost as if reading her mind Simon, after hiding behind a pillar, took her chin.

"When it's all over I'll take you to a classical music concert mh?" in succession he gave her a sweet kiss: Baranov was there, accompanied by Soap and Gaz who pretending to want to smoke a cigar had asked if the tycoon wanted to join in. They had apparently succeeded in convincing him even though he had brought two of his bodyguards along, and Eden and Simon were playing their part well and pretending a moment of passion between husband and wife.

Faking it? That was a big word for the two of them, he had to thank who knows what deity if they hadn't moved on to the next stage, feeling a certain warmth between her legs.

"It's here" resuming oxygen the man whispered over her swollen lips, slightly glistening from the passionate exchange.Eden wanted to laugh, more because she had left lipstick marks at the corners of his mouth, however, it was not the time.

"You know gentlemen" Baranov began, directing his attention to Soap and Gaz "you seem to me to be two people reliable enough to talk to you about my project."

"Tell us about it, maybe we can help you out with our funding" Gaz tried to be as convincing as possible, Soap merely nodded positively and on the one hand better that way. The Bulgarian accent was not really his forte.

"That's why I like you, anyway" the oligarch took a puff of his cigar and chucked "I plan to pick up the Verdansk stadium and run for mayor of the city, unfortunately, however, those who are currently in office are hard to die."

"I guess you need funding" what Gaz said made the man sneer.

Eden and Simon looked at each other understanding everything: Baranov, Makarov, mayoral candidacy= create a 'bombing to make Baranov come out victorious, maybe just by hitting the stadium.

"Price?"

"Get him" the captain ordered the four; Eden launched her attack by hitting the tycoon with her silenced pistol, hitting him with the sleeping pill. Gaz and Soap dealt with the two bodyguards, choking them one each.

"I'll get him, let's hurry" Simon lifted Baranov as if nothing had happened, following the three to the car parked in front of the steps.

"Come on move!" Price invited everyone to get in, leaving as soon as everyone was able to get in.The mission had been a success.

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Who's There?

Sometimes Crowley has to do awful things for Hell. TW for suicide in this one. Also on AO3.

Someone was watching Crowley and he was pretty sure he knew who it was. It was Hell it had to be Hell. Perhaps he had been seen drinking with Aziraphale. He knew he shouldn’t have done it only a year after the last time. Or maybe, and this was more likely, they had seen him turn wine into water to save a person from dying in a fiery crash. Or maybe he hadn’t collected enough souls. Surely he had come up with enough ingenious ideas that he really hadn’t done that collected enough souls. That was what usually happened.

Something was following him as Crowley walked. He could feel it but he couldn’t see what it was. It couldn’t be something moral could it? It had to be Hell.

What were they playing at? Hell wasn’t usually so patient. They would just come up and grab him if he had done something wrong. They wouldn’t stalk him down the road in the middle of the night. Or had they come up with something new.

“Crowley.”

“Ah fuck. Er…sorry Lord Beelzebub. What can I do for you?”

“You can stop staring off into space and realize that someone is trying to contact you.”

“What?”

“At the crossroads there.”

“Oh are we still doing the crossroads thing?”

“Yes. So go over there and get that soul, it’s an important one.”

“Right. Will do,” Crowley said. He started walking toward the crossroad ahead and focused more and realized that yes it was in fact a human trying to summon him ahead. The human was…something was different about them. He couldn’t really figure out what.

“Who’s there?” the person called out.

“Aren’t you looking for me?”

“Maybe?”

“What can I do for you?” Crowley asked.

“Don’t you know?”

“Oh I know what you want to trade but what do you want?”

“I want it over with, life, I want to die.”

Crowley frowned, “Why do you need my help with that. There are many ways that one can die…”

“I have to go to Hell!”

“Why is that?”

“My…my child. I need to be in the same place and she killed herself and went to Hell and I have to go there. I can’t seem to do the deed myself. I’ve tried. So…I just need you to take my soul and kill my body so I can get this done and over with.”

Crowley looked at the man. He didn’t really want to take his soul and kill him. He didn’t like killing but if Beelzebub was watching him so he supposed that he had to do it. He had to take the soul and kill the man.

He wanted to stop the man and tell him how much life was worth living through the pain and the loss. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like to lose a child, especially to suicide, but Crowley knew about loss. He wanted to tell the man that there was life worth living that even if you suffered a loss you could find things that were worth living for. The pain might not go away, Crowley knew that for certain, but there were so many beautiful things on the Earth. And humans! Humans were there for such a brief amount of time. The man would die eventually and he might indeed end up in Hell but he didn’t have to rush the whole thing did he?

For all the moments he wanted Aziraphale to pop up and thwart him he really needed the Angel to come and stop this. Even if he got in trouble he could blame it on Heaven and they wouldn’t torture him too badly. But he didn’t have any way of getting Aziraphale there. Just thinking about him wouldn’t work. And Crowley wasn’t even sure where the Angel was.

Crowley sighed.

“What do I have to do?”

“Do you have any specifications as to how I kill your body?” Crowley asked.

“Oh. Uh, just, just do it quick I suppose.”

“And you are absolutely sure,” Crowley said. He wanted to stop the man he really hated when humans did this and he didn’t want to be the one to do this but…he had to, he was being watched.

“I am,” the man said.

“Alright, one soul for one quick death,” Crowley said. Crowley didn’t want to do it but he had too. He was a demon and someone was offering up their soul. Nice and easy.

Crowley touched the man’s chest and stopped his heart. The body fell to the ground and the soul went to Hell. Job done. Crowley felt bad about it but. Well fuck it was his job. With a job well done Hell would be off his back and he could go about his business.

Crowley figured it was time for a drink.

#whumptober2023 #no.23 #who's there?#good omens #fic #tw suicide #crowley

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honeyglz · 1 year

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YALL KNOW COWBOY MHA IZUKU AND BAKUGOU BUT HEAR ME OUT- Haikyuu.......Cowboys......... AND LIKE INSTEAD OF VOLLEY TEAMS THEYRE WILD HORSE WRANGLERS OR SUMTH??- (I dont know anything about american (??) or western cowboy stuff aside from media bare with me) BUT LIKE IMAGINE

Each team has their own little section where they reign in the horses. Sometimes they cross into each others terf which ends in a full fist fight more often than not (Most teams arent bug fans of guns.) And guess who's town is smack dab in the middle of all the wild terf???? Yours!!! Lucky you !! IMAGINE LIKE UR THE SHERIFF AND YOUR CONSTANTLY HAVING TO RING THEM UP FOR SHIT?? Like you travel out of town only to see the younger members setting something up on the west side of the valley Now you know damn well they aint supposed to be around here, much less messing around alone in these parts so being a good sheriff you get to work You call out to them, greeted with the timid gaze as the two boys both freeze as they spot your familiar unamused gaze. Hinata starts to walk over to you before Kageyama pulls him back trying (and failing) to subtly nod towards their ties horse. You watch as they slowly scoot towards their horses before hoping on and trying to untie them and run. You pinch your nose brigde before hoping on your own horse, taking a different route to cut them off. Safe to say they shit their pants when they see you at the end of the road. You ride towards them and tbh they dont even try to run this time. You hold your hand out and they sheepishly hand over the reigns as they get off (you do too.) Hinata smile's trying to ease his nerves but you only scowl down at him causing the boy to shirk into himself. Kageyama only trains his gaze to the dirt on his boots as he prepares himself for a tongue lashing. You sigh before turning on your heel, the two boys turning to each other confused. You get atop your horse before turning back to the boys. "C'mon, better get moving before someone spots us." They both let out a breath of relief before trying to get back on the horses. You laugh catching their attention again before smiling down at them, causing them more unease. "Oh no ya don't, you had your fun riding, now you gotta walk." An hour into walking and the argusing starts.| "This is your fault Kageyama" "Shut up!" "No you shut up!"

Yea this is gonna be a long ride. A vry long time later you make it to their ranch. Only to be greeted w/ Leader!Daichi standing there, arms crossed, lil wheat thing in mouth typa beat. Anyway's he walks to meet the three of you before telling the boys to scram, Suga at the barn waiting for them. Hinata sends Kageyama a glare before they both run back into the barn. You break the big bad sheriff act for a bit, laughing abit at the boys before swinging your leg over your horse trying to get off. Daichi being so kind helps you off with ease, arms wrapping around your side before lifting you down. He's so silly sometimes lmao Anyways you settle your horse abit before turning your attention back to the man before you, who by now is intently fixed on you. You clear your throat and his eye's snap back up to your own, bold smile hiding behind his tinted blush as he chuckled. "Well sheriff, what brings you to my humble abode?" He's pulling your leg, you know this. You also know that by the way he's looking at you dumbly with those big brown eye's that your not gonna call him out for it. He smiles down at you, crossing his arms against his chest as he leans back against the fence post near by, waiting for your answer. "I found your boys a lil far from your turf. You wouldn't know anythin about that would you Daichi?" Its smooth, the way you say his name, it almost makes him forget his place. Key word- Almost.

He puts on the fake'st shrug you've ever seen before speaking, this time not even trying to hide the sly look on his face. "Wouldn't have a clue hun, but if ya wan't some advice, I'd look over by Nekoma's territory. Real trouble makers those ones." He takes his weight off the post by now, instead opting to tower of you (hes tall ok shut up). His hands are dug into the deep hem of his pockets and his shoulders are slack. He tilts his head down abit, now eye to eye with you. He's not shy about most things, infact, by the way he has you pinned against air Im sure he's feeling anything but shy right now. "Is that so? And how do I know your not a trouble maker then, huh Daichi?" ANYWAYS LMAO I think Ill cut it here and write another thing idk dont like how this is going.

#honeyglz #haikyuu #Haikyuu x reader #Hinata Shoyo #kageyama tobio #Daichi x reader lmao #daichi haikyuu #x reader #Lmk if u want more.#For now I think I'll stick to writing for mha #least its OOC in a way ppl like

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the-hinky-panda · 2 years

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How to...Make Friends on the Road (Part I)

Title: How to...

Rating: Mature (language), Explicit in later chapters

Pairing: Esteban (from There is a New World Somewhere) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, sexual situations, infidelity, pregnancy, talk of abortion, mental/emotional struggles

Summary: You find your life is turned upside down and all you want to do is return home to find your footing again. Unfortunately, your car breaks down and strands you in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, a helpful stranger offers to take you where you need to go because he’s looking for the same thing you are: home.

Author’s Note: Even though this is a Esteban x Reader fic, the reader does have some specific details that are important to the telling of the story. She is of Irish heritage with bright red hair, pale skin, and thin frame. She is also pregnant.

You’ve walked two miles, lugging a backpack, purse, and suitcase along a back road somewhere near Blacksburg, Virginia. It wouldn’t be that terrible, you tell yourself, but it’s raining. Cold, late spring, little hard drops of rain that feel like ice on the exposed skin of your neck and hands. Most likely it’s the last cold rain before spring finally erupts and brings warmer weather with it. How kind of mother nature to gift you this experience.

Today is going down in the books as one of the worst days of your life. It only seems appropriate that the only light at the end of the tunnel is the flickering sign of a roadside motel that has seen better days as well. The horrible thought that the “no” in front of the “vacancy” is broken and this is just going to be another hurdle you’re going to have to jump over crosses your mind but you still step into the lobby. Your luck may have run out but hope springs eternal apparently. The bored teenage girl behind the front desk gives you a slow once over as you continue to drip rainwater from your person and suitcase onto the dull and scratched linoleum.

“I need a room.”

The girl scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You need a towel.”

“I’m assuming you would have towels in your rooms.” You shrug. “Kind of a kill two bird with one stone kind of situation.”

The girl nods and you step up to the counter. You see the name “Linda” on the nametag of the polyester hotel chain shirt. You hand Linda your waterlogged driver’s license and Linda passes you back a keycard.

“Room 105.” Linda wipes the rain droplets off the counter with her sleeve. “Out the door and to the left.”

“Thanks.” You start for the door and pause by the puddle you left in the entrance. Just another mess in your wake. “I’m sorry about the water.”

Linda shrugs and picks her phone back up. “Whatever.”

Whatever indeed. You open the door but thankfully there is a small covering to protect you from the rain for the short walk to the room. You're already imagining a warm shower and a dry pair of clothes as you wave the key in front of the lock and step into the room. You set your bag down, sighing out a week’s worth of tension, and pull your soaked jacket off, where it drops to the threadbare carpet with a wet splat.

“Um, hello?”

You freeze, your wet skin breaking out in fearful goosebumps at the sound of a man’s voice. Turning, you see the room is already occupied by a very confused, dark haired stranger. He’s dressed in a blue sleeveless t-shirt and jeans, his feet are bare. There’s a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his hand as his dark brown eyes try to figure out how you came to appear in his room.

Oh God.

His room.

You slowly reach down and pick up your coat in one hand and your suitcase in the other. This is how people get shot. Or kidnapped. Or killed. An apology is on the tip of your tongue when he takes a step towards you and a loud knock erupts behind you. You spin around and throw open the door to see Linda standing there with a new key card.

“Sorry, I forgot I already gave this room to someone else.” She plucks the key card from your cold fingers and hands you a new one. “You’re actually in 106.”

You nod towards the stranger. “I’m sorry.”

He gives a short huff that resembles a chuckle. “‘S alright.”

And you turn on your heel and leave, opening the next door down and quickly closing yourself inside the empty room. It takes a few seconds for you to get your breathing under control and your heart rate to slow. You drop your suitcase by the door, take a hanger from the closet and hang your wet jacket in the showercurtain rod. You need to call your mother, let her know that you will not, in fact, be arriving this evening. But when you dig your phone out of your pocket, it’s completely dead. Biting back a frustrated string of choice words, you rummage through your purse, find the charger cord, and plug in the phone.

There’s not much else to do other than strip out of the wet clothes and take a hot shower but you just don’t have the energy just yet to tackle that task. There are two full beds in the room so you throw yourself down on the one by the door not caring if the bedding soaks up the rain from your clothes and hair, and stare at the ceiling. Your hands fall instinctively across your stomach. Everything in your life is broken at the moment and you have no idea how to fix any of it. The ceiling becomes blurry and when you close your eyes, hot tears are released and fall down your cheeks.

You just left your job, a job you loved for eight years. You left what had been your home for the same eight years. You left your boyfriend, a man you had thought was going to be your future. You left your entire life back in Maryland only to find you couldn’t even leave it properly. If you had, you wouldn’t have your car broken down two miles up the road and forced to stay in a barely standing motel in nowhere Virginia. The tears are coming in a steady stream and you cover your mouth with one of your hands to stifle the sob that bubbles up from your throat.

All you want to do is go home, even though you don’t know where that happens to be yet.

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Esteban has two articles due tomorrow. One is done, how to change a lightbulb in a car’s brake and headlight. The turn signal was much more complicated so he decided to save that for an article for the next time someone was looking for an automotive how-to. He still needs to write another one, on relationships of all things, and submit it by midnight and he is just running on empty. Cars are easy to fix. Relationships, not so much. On that subject matter, he’s becoming a goddamn expert.

It had been two days since he saw Sylvia off at the bus depot in North Carolina, headed back to her life in New York City. He managed to get himself to Virginia and that’s about as far as he got. He’s been locked in the same hotel room for the last forty-eight hours, trying to figure out how he managed to fuck up this spectacularly. First Michelle, now Sylvie. Perhaps that should be the title of his next how-to article: How to not fuck up a relationship, whether it was a ten year or a ten day one. Just for kicks, he lights another cigarette, takes a deep inhale before starting to type again.

How to Meet Your Soulmate

God, if it is only that easy. Read a five minute article and discover the secret to love and lifelong happiness. A wife, children, a dog, and a picket fence. It was something that he had always wanted, something his bandmates always made fun of him for. Hell, even Michelle poked fun at his domestic goals. But that didn’t stop him from having them. Not until that night in Austin when he crashed that party. When he saw someone who looked how he felt. When he said “fuck it” to any dream he ever had and did something spontaneous because life had shredded any hope he held on to attaining that idolized future.

He takes another deep inhale, blows the smoke out his nose as he hits the delete key multiple times with much more force than necessary. And now, that dream is dead. He’s forty, no home to speak of, drifting through towns, and writing how-to articles on subjects he has no authority to be speaking on at the moment. He’s trying to figure out what to write when he hears the lock on the door click open. He’s on his feet by the time you’re through the door and it shuts, relocking.

You look like you went swimming in your clothes.

You look cold, tired, and miserable.

You’re peeling a wet rain jacket off your thin frame and drop it unceremoniously on the floor. You still haven’t noticed that the room is occupied so he clears his throat.

“Um, hello?”

Then you see him and he bites his tongue to keep from unleashing a very long string of curse words. On top of being soaked through with the rain, you look lost and scared. You have the same look Sylvie had at that backyard party in Austin. Why? Why him? Why is it everytime he tries to move forward, life tosses him another time bomb of an out of place, desperate damsel in distress? He assumes you’re beautiful under the soaked hair and clothes because fate is cruel. Your eyes are wide, expressive but your skin is pale, washed out for some reason. You look like you’re one breath away from complete collapse.

He instinctively takes a step towards you when a knock on the door startles both of you. However, you gather your wits faster than he does and you yank the door open, quickly slipping out of the room with a murmured apology. The front desk clerk shrugs at him before his door swings shut and relocks. Less than a minute of activity has occurred and his heart is racing like he had run five miles. He presses the heel of his hand into his cheekbone and releases a long breath. He returns to the chair and the empty document, that damn blinking cursor taunting him. He crushes the cigarette out in the ashtray and puts his fingers back on the laptop keys.

Relationships…the article had to be about something concerning relationships. Strangers seems to be a running theme in his life at the moment, so he runs in that direction. Strangers…how do you turn a stranger into a friend. That was a process, a list of steps to achieve a goal. Okay, first step, find common ground. He goes back to the moment when you first noticed him and tries to think of how he would have found that common ground with you, other than the common ground of being in the same room.

Where are you from? Where are you going? These are solid questions if you’re traveling. It’s a good start. Why are you headed there? Now you’re diving deeper into motivation. Motivation is cracking the door to what makes a person tick. It’s enough material to frame the article and he fills in the empty space on the document with verbose bullshit. He doesn’t know if it’s what the company wants but at least he has something to send them. By the time it’s edited and deemed “good enough,” it’s almost eight o’clock at night. He closes his laptop and stands up, stretching his neck muscles since he’s been staring at a computer screen for the last seven hours.

He needs to get out of the room and so he throws a flannel shirt on, grabs his wallet and cigarettes, and slips on his shoes. There’s a bar across the street with a weak, blinking sign that says “open.” It looks like a glorified shack sitting in a gravel covered lot. He prepares for a rough crowd and rolls up his sleeves to show his tattoos.

However, when he steps inside, the patrons are mostly college kids from Blacksburg most likely looking to party where they won’t get caught by admin. But drunk college kids could be just as dumb as any other drunk people so he keeps up the intimidating persona until he reaches the bar and takes a seat. He orders a boilermaker and glances over to see you sitting at the end of the bar.

“Don’t even think about it,” the bartender tells him when he sets the whiskey shot and beer down in front of Esteban. “She’s been turning down every drink those frat boys have been sending over.”

He starts to tell the bartender that he has no intention of sending anything over to you, that he’s done with pretty, lost girls but he sees you shiver slightly and pull the thin cardigan closer around your bony frame. You’re so frail looking as you hunch over a book and sip a ginger ale. You’re lost, yes, but there’s something else, some piece of the puzzle he’s missing. You’re running, he recognizes that but you’re not running from fear like Michelle or a lack of direction like Sylvie. Your eyes lift and meet his for a brief moment before you go back to your book. He knocks back the whiskey and when the bartender comes back to collect the shot glass, Esteban stops him with a subtle motion of his hand.

“Has she eaten anything?”

The bartender shakes his head. “Nah. Just drinking ginger ale all night.”

He looks up at the menu on the chalkboard and sees the soup of the day is corn chowder. Given how wet and cold she looked when she barged into his room, that might be more palatable to her than alcohol. “How about giving her a bowl of soup?”

“You paying for it?”

Esteban nods as he takes out a cigarette and lights it. “Just don’t tell her.”

The bartender considers it for a moment, nods and moves off. A moment later he reappears with a steaming bowl of soup and sets it down in front of you. At first you try to refuse it, but Esteban watches in the mirror behind the bar and sees the moment the smell of it hits your nose and changes your mind. He stares at the basketball game playing on the tv as he knows you’re scanning around the bar to see who sent the soup. By the time he’s brave enough to cut his eyes back to you, the soup is gone and so are you.

It’s for the best. He pulls out another cigarette and lights it as he finishes the beer in front of him, trying to tamp down the disappointment of not getting to speak with you. It is for the best though, he needs to figure out his own shit first before going on any more adventures with pretty girls.

“Thank you.”

He turns to see you haven’t left, instead you’ve merely changed seats. You’ve left an empty seat between the two of you, keeping a safe distance away from him. There’s some color in your cheeks now, you’re looking less sickly. He knows you’ve made him but he still tries to feign indifference. “For what?”

You smile knowingly. “For the soup. I should be paying for your beer given I was the one who barged into your room today.”

“You looked like you were having a rough day.”

Your head tips to the side but you don’t confirm or deny the truth of his statement. “Well, I just wanted to say thank you. That was very kind.”

He should ask you more questions, find out more about you. He literally just wrote an article about how to do this. Where are you from? Where are you going? But before he can speak the words, you’re off the barstool and out the door. He finishes his beer and cigarette by the time the game is over. When the bartender comes back over, Esteban asks him for the bill but the man picks up the empty beer mug with a chuckle.

“She paid for your drink and the soup.”

Okay, that surprises him. Maybe you’re not as lost as you appear.

#hinky writes #esteban fic #esteban x reader #esteban x you #there is a new world somewhere #How to... series #maurice compte

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chaosbled · 1 year

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@nonhumen said: 🎶 (pick ur top five songs for them good luck)

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

Verse 1 { Boss!Chuuya & ADA!Dazai }

Remember When ( Push Rewind ) — Chris Wallace

I'm sitting with an empty glass, & a broken heart Thinking to myself 'What have I done?' 'Cause as my future got bright, We started losing light & I couldn't see that you were the one

So can we push-push-push, rewind? Go, go, back in time? When we were kids sneakin' bottles of wine Take, take, take me back I wanna go back, back to what we had

Do you remember when we started this mess? My heart was beating out of my chest Remember when we stole your dad's car? I never thought we'd take it that far Oh, we were flying so high, yeah Partners in crime, so why we'd ever say goodbye?

2. Heatwaves — Glass Animals ( Feat. Iann Dior )

Usually I put something on TV, So we never think about you & me But today I see our reflections clearly In Hollywood, laying on the screen You just need a better life than this You need something I can never give Fake water all across the road It's gone now, the night has come

I've been thinking 'bout what life could be Imagine there was only you & me Woke up from the longest dream Baby, now you got me on my knees I've been waiting on you just to get my hopes up But we can never make it there, I can't help but feeling scared What's it gonna take for you to finally show up? Water in my eyes make it hard to see 'cause

Sometimes all I think about is you Late nights in the middle of June Heatwaves been faking me out Can't make you happier now

3. How Do You Love Someone? — Ashley Tisdale

Momma never told me how to love Daddy never told me how to feel Momma never told me how to touch Daddy never showed me how to heal Momma never set a good example Daddy never held Momma's hand Momma found everything too hard to handle Daddy never stood up like a man

It's hard to talk, to see what's deep inside It's hard to tell the truth, when you've always lied I've walked around broken, Emotionally frozen Getting it on, getting it wrong How do you love someone Without getting hurt? How do you love someone Without crawling through the dirt?

4. Shut Up & Kiss Me — Orianthi

You're too loud, I'm so hyper On paper we're a disaster & I'm driving you crazy It's my little game I push you & you push back Two opposites so alike that Everday's a rollercoaster I'm a bump you never get over

This love, hate, relationship You say you can't handle it But there's no way to stop this now So shut up & kiss me Kick, kick, scream, scream Call it quits But you're just so full of it 'Cause it's too late to close your mouth So shut up & kiss me

5. Gravity — Against The Current

Do you remember feeling invincible? When there was trouble, It was us against the world We kept running, running through the night Chasing the sun 'til anything felt right Can you save me now? I get lost up in the clouds Can you save me now? You were my gravity Now my world is shattering

You left me out there With no one but myself In an open field for the lightning to strike me down I was the moon, you were the sun I can't seem to shine now that you're gone Now I'm out of orbit Because you left without warning Are you somewhere better now?

When you went away, thought it'd never be the same Would the nightmare ever end? If I could do it again I wouldn't change a thing 'Cause it's made me who I am & now I'm shattering

Verse 2 { Boss!Dazai X Bodyguard!Chuuya }

Safe & Sound — Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars

I remember tears streaming down your face When I said 'I'll never let you go' When all those shadows almost killed your light I remember you said 'don't leave me here alone' But all that's dead & gone & passed tonight

Don't you dare look out your window, darling Everything's on fire The war outside our door keeps raging on Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone

Just close your eyes The sun is going down You'll be alright No one can hurt you now Come morning light You & I'll be safe & sound

2. Sorry About Your Parents — Icon For Hire

I'm sorry about your parents, they sound like bad people Your daddy sounds like a jerk I guess your mama didn't know the gift she got when she got you I'm sorry about your life, you had it pretty rough Bending over backwards, never good enough You poor thing, it must suck to be you & I know it's not your fault, it never is, is it?

Mm, I get it, give me a little credit I remember when I was that pathetic Wear my scars on my sleeve, for all the world to see Like look what they did to me quick, lay on the sympathy thick You probably have the right to feel how you do You were mistreated & cheated out of the childhood you needed & now you'll never succeed if you're so convinced you're defeated If you're obsessed with your yesterday then you're destined to repeat it

I-I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds It takes more than I have, Pick fights with the past, I always lose Oh, don't you know? That's no way to live

3. Arms — Christina Perri

I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart But you came around & you knocked me off the ground from the start How many times will let you me Change my mind & turn around? I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling

The world is coming down on me & I can't find a reason to be loved I never wanna leave you But I can't make you bleed if I'm alone I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth & I've never opened up I've never truly loved 'till you put your arms around me & I believe that it's easier for you to let me go

I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home

4. If My Heart Was A House — Owl City

You're the sky that I fell through & I remember the view whenever I'm holding you The sun hung from a string Looking down on the world as it warms over everything Chills run down my spine As our fingers entwine & your sighs harmonize with mine Unmistakably, I can still feel your heart Beat fast when you dance with me

We got older, & I should've known ( Do you feel alive? ) That I feel colder when I walk alone ( Oh, but you'll survive ) So I may as well ditch my dismay Circle me & the needle moves gracefully Back & forth If my heart was a compass, you'd be north Risk it all 'cause I'll catch you if you fall wherever you go If my heart was a house, you'd be home

5. You & Me — James TW

I didn't mean to hurt you So why'd I let you walk out the door? You say that you don't know me You don't know who I am anymore But if you knew the truth, then Then you wouldn't feel insecure 'Cause if I didn't have you I wouldn't have nothing at all

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes I always forget that you can't read my mind I know one day we'll look back Stories on the tip of our tongues A library full of pages Remembering when we fell in love All of the broken hearts & the stupid mistakes Have got us to where we are, it was worth all the pain Yeah, we'll look back We'll look back & laugh

As long as I got you & me Moving through this world as a two man team I'll always have everything I need You don't even realize what you mean No one could fall for you quite like me No one could get me so perfectly You don't even realise Oh oh oh You're all that I need

#;; You get 10 bc I felt like I was being challenged #The Marionettist { OOC }#S; Circle Me & The Needle Moves Gracefully Back & Forth / If My Heart Was A Compass You’d Be North { Chuuya & Dazai / nonhumen }#ANSWERED || Gilded Letter Opener { CHUUYA }#Long Post //

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genshin-obsessed · 2 years

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Imagine Itto seeing reader for the first time and he's so enamored that he falls right into one of the fuckin canals by the side of the roads in Inazuma city

And you're like??? Hello are you okay?????? And he climbs out of it soaking wet and shakes himself off like a dog and just unabashedly tells you, right in the middle of the street:

"I was so distracted by you that I forgot how to walk for a second :D"

The reason I took so long to respond to this was bc I wanted to write it out, I hope you like it💖 don’t mind the minor errors.

Distraction

Itto had just been returning to Inazuma city in search of a person- someone who had hired him for a small job so he could make some money. While he made his way to the previously chosen location, his ruby eyes scanned the people and area as he walked by.

It took him no more than a few seconds to finally spot you. You were walking by, following a blond young woman. You waved to her and she walked away while you waited by a couple of friendly dogs.

Itto’s eyes widened before he blinked rapidly, trying to see if you were even a real person. You were, indeed.

“There’s no wa-ACK!” You jumped when you heard his scream, seeing this very tall man just… flop into the water. You stood up and ran towards him, making the dogs back off.

“Are you ok?!” You practically yelled, reaching out to help him. He wiped his face, meeting your eyes before taking your hand. He was… a big guy but you managed to pull him up.

He shook his entire body, making the water splash onto your face, but instead of being annoyed, you simply giggled at his actions.

He looked at you, a bright smile on his face- completely shameless- and spoke in a boisterous tone.

“Yeah! I was so distracted by you that I forgot how to walk for a second!” Your cheeks turned red and you looked away shyly.

“That’s cute…” you mumbled, to which he leaned his face in real close. Your gaze shifted to his face, eyes following as the drops of water rolled down his lips and cheek.

“Oh? What was that? You think I’m cute?! Not to rush or anything, but we should go on a date!”

“Oh but I’m waiting for my friend, and I don’t think she-”

“You don’t wanna go? That’s cool, you can just say no.” He said, pulling back. Though he seemed a bit disappointed, he wasn’t upset at all and just pushed his hair back. You immediately shook your head at his statement’ throwing your hands up for good measure.

“Oh, no! No, no! I just mean, I’m waiting for her so I can’t today…” the hope returned to his fiery eyes and he let out another hearty laugh.

“That’s totally cool! How about tomorrow? Or the day after? Or the day after, or after- I’m free most of the time.” He said, making you nod.

“Ok, how about tomorrow. We can meet right here.”

“Sounds good to me!”

“Oh! By the way, I’m (y/n).”

“Arataki Itto! Nice to meet you, cutie.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin itto x reader #genshin fluff #arataki itto x reader

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Hi! Can you Do a Bo Sinclair soulmate imagine where the reader meets him while she’s with Carly, Wade, Nick, and the rest? Maybe where you feel your soulmates pain, or something. Sorry if this is too specific lol.

Bo Sinclair X Reader

Soulmate AU: shared pain and shared scars:

You had been friends with Carly for a little while now, which was how you got invited on the group’s road trip. You weren’t a massive fan of football and didn’t care much about the game you were going to see but you thought that getting away could be a little fun.

It was the night before the game when the group decided to camp out for the night and keep driving in the morning. After setting up the tents, you all sat around with drinks, talking among yourselves.

As the group talked and laughed, you held your wrist in your hand, gently tracing the faint scarring with your thumb, an absentminded habit you had developed years ago.

“Damn, they look nasty” Nick’s voice made you look away from the others and towards him, seeing how he eyed your wrists.

“Leave her alone, Nick” Carly scolded her brother, already knowing about the scars you had received due to your unfortunate soulmate.

“Are they yours?” Nick asked, completely ignoring his sister. You weren’t sure whether he was genuinely curious or actually trying to get under your skin.

“...no” you answered honestly.

“Unlucky bastard” Nick muttered before turning his attention back to his drink, like your conversation never even happened.

With everyone’s attention going back to more light-hearted conversation, you looked down at your scarred wrist and sighed.

Carly had once asked you if you held any resentment for your soulmate, as have others in your life, and you had been perfectly honest with all of them. You held no resentment, you weren’t angry with your soulmate, you were nothing but sympathetic towards them. It wasn’t their fault that somebody hurt them like this, you just hoped that they had been able to get away from it.

Though, you doubted it. The injuries aren’t as frequent as they were in childhood, however they still occurred and they could be pretty bad. Once, you had even woken up in the middle of the night, bleeding from what looked like a knife wound.

“Here” Carly’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, making you look up to see her standing beside you with a smile. You returned her smile and accepted the can of beer she held out to you.

Opening the can, you hissed slightly as your thumb slipped and you cut yourself on the sharp metal, cursing your own clumsiness. You brought your thumb up to your mouth before lowering it again, taking a sip of your drink.

“Ah shit” Bo quietly cursed at the sudden stinging sensation in his thumb, it wasn’t particularly painful, just a shock.

He lifted his hand, noticing the slight cut on his thumb, and sighed. His soulmate must have done something stupid but he couldn’t find it within him to feel annoyed about it, not after everything he must have put them through.

He would probably be returning the favour pretty soon, since Lester had informed him of a group camping out nearby, they should be coming into town pretty soon.

After the car broke down and everyone decided that there was nothing they could do to fix it, a man named Lester had offered to take three of you into a nearby town so that you could visit the garage there. So, you, Carly, and wade ended up walking into the town that Lester had left you on the outskirts on.

Walking under the hot Louisiana sun, you had to pull your jacket off and tie the sleeves around your waist. The three of you headed straight to the garage, which was easy to find, but found that there was nobody there.

“Maybe there will be someone in the church?” Wade suggested, nodding towards the church at the end of the street.

“I’ll stay here in case someone comes back” you offered, thinking that the owner that Lester mentioned could be back any minute.

“You sure?” Carly asked, not too sure about leaving you alone in a strange place.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” you shrugged.

Carly and Wade nodded before heading to the church to find somebody who could help while you waited at the garage.

You sat down on the curb, glancing around the street. From where you were sitting, the church was just out of sight but you could see the top of the Wax Museum in the slight distance. Ambrose was a small town, extremely quiet. It almost seemed empty, only the sound of birds flying overhead breaking the silence.

After a little while of waiting, you started to wonder why your two friends hadn’t come back. Surely they would have found somebody by now and if they hadn’t you thought they would come to tell you that. You were just about to go looking for them when footsteps caught your attention. You looked in the direction of the church, seeing a man in a full black suit walking towards you.

You paused for a moment, just staring at him as he approached. It felt like the air was sucked from your lungs, like the earth stood still just for a moment. The strange feeling was all consuming, you didn’t notice the falter in his steps that suggested that he might have experienced something similar. The sensation reminded you of the description Carly had given you when she was explaining what it’s like to meet your soulmate. Though his casualness in his following question made you doubt it.

“Can I help you?” the man asked with a charming southern drawl.

“Do you work here?” you asked as you stood up, dusting off your shorts.

“Own the place” he nodded before walking over to the garage and unlocking the front door. “Are you here with two friends? I didn’t catch their names” he asked, nodding at you to follow him inside.

“Yeah, Carly and Wade. You saw them?” you nodded as you followed him into the garage, feeling some relief to be out of the harsh sun.

“Said they needed a fan belt, I sent them up to the wax museum to kill some time before I could help them. Didn’t realise they left someone else waiting here” he explained. You frowned a little, it would have been nice of them to have let you know rather than just leaving alone on the curb.

Shaking the thought away, you put another smile on your face. “I’m Y/n, by the way” you introduced yourself politely, holding your hand out for him to shake.

“Bo Sinclair” he introduced himself and took your hand, giving you a firm hand shake. His charismatic smile remained on his face, something closer to a smirk than a friendly smile. His name spoken in that alluring southern accent. You simply couldn’t help but be a little charmed by him.

His smirk faltered for a moment as he glanced down at your hands, noticing the scars that wrapped around your wrists. He paused for a moment, holding your hand a little too long as his gaze lingered on the scars.

Bo didn’t comment on it, so the small feeling you had that his man could possibly be your soulmate left your mind. There was no way he didn’t recognise them if he had the same ones. They were too unique.

In that case, you figured his staring was just because of the scarring. You had experienced people staring at them from time to time, wondering how you got them, but you never let it bother you. You weren’t ashamed of them.

Bo plastered the smirk back on his face as he released your hand. He couldn’t help but catch himself stare a little. You didn’t hide the scarring like he did. Yours were also a little fainter than his, probably because you had them tended too properly unlike him and they healed better. The intense, all consuming, feeling from earlier and now seeing the scars so similar to his own. It couldn’t be a coincidence...

“You seem a little over dressed for a mechanic” you commented to break the awkwardness, understanding the tension that had developed but the two of you seemed to move past it relatively easily.

“I was at a funeral before you’re two friends crashed it over a goddamn fanbelt” Bo told you, irritation clear in his voice. You couldn’t blame him in the slightest.

“Oh...I’m so sorry” you apologised on behalf of your friends, now feeling a little bad for dragging him away to fix up your car. “Who did you loose, if you don’t mind me asking?” you asked, hoping to be sympathetic without prying too much.

“My mother” Bo told you, making you even more apologetic.

“I’m so sorry...about my friends and that you have to fix our car” you frowned, feeling even more awful than before.

“Ain’t your fault, darlin’“ Bo assured you, truly not seeming angry with you.

You couldn’t help but blush a little at the petname, you just couldn’t deny feeling an attraction towards this man. Having felt an instant connection to him. It was strange, and you were already finding yourself a little longing, knowing you’ll have to leave once the car was sorted.

“C’mon, let’s see if I can find that fanbelt for you” Bo’s smirk quickly returned as he gestured you to follow him further into the garage. “One of your friends told me what size you needed” he informed you as he started searching through his supply of fanbelts. “And...we don’t have it” he hummed.

“You don’t? What now?” you asked with a frown, having no idea what you were supposed to do now. Where the hell were Carly and Wade?

“Don’t worry, no need to frown, sweetheart. We have the rest of the delivery up at the house, we’ll have the right size for ya” Bo assured you with a charming wink.

“You could have lead with that” you chuckled to yourself, feeling relieved and trying to ignore the way he had winked at you.

“C’mon, we’ll go up to the house and get it for ya. I’ll get my brother to tow your car and we’ll get you all sorted” he told you, quickly putting you at ease and making you feel like everything was going to work you.

“Thank you so much, Bo” you sighed, giving him a sincere smile.

“It’s not a problem” Bo nodded. “We’ll take my truck, it’s just outside” he informed you, placing a hand between your shoulder blades as he guided you outside.

The two of you got into his truck and Bo started driving towards his house. Normally this would be something that you would be suspicious about but something about him put you at ease.

“Those scars of yours...they’re pretty intense” Bo finally commented on them, he needed to know what you had to say. “They yours?” he asked, reminding you a little of your talk with Nick the night before.

“No, they’re my soulmate’s” you told him, gently rubbing your wrists.

“You must have really ripped into him when you met them, huh?” he joked half-heartedly, something in his tone that made you curious.

“Oh, I haven’t met them...but I wouldn’t rip into them” you frowned at the accusation. “I’ve had these scars since childhood, which means they likely did too...it’s not their fault somebody hurt them. I’m not angry at them at all” you shook your head, clearly meaning every word you said.

“I’d be pretty pissed” Bo scoffed before his voice softened slightly, “but you’re probably a good person.”

“They were hurt by somebody, how can I be angry at them for that? I’m angry at whoever did it to them...honestly, I just hope they’re alright now” you confessed. “Just wanna give them a hug, y’know?” you laughed lightly.

“I hope my soulmate feels the same as you, they’ve probably been through hell because of me” Bo told you.

You weren't sure what that meant, of course. You didn't know what Bo had been through to worry about his soulmate's reaction to him like that but you were sure your soulmate had some similar concerns and you didn't want to pry further.

“They won’t be mad at you” you promised him with a smile.

Bo gave you a slight smile as he pulled up outside of his house, the way he looked at you leaving you curious. You couldn't quite explain it.

As Bo and you climbed out of the truck, Bo knew that you were his soulmate and that he couldn't let you go. A part of him had been relieved to hear that you didn't harbour any resentment towards him but he knew that if you didn't hate him now, you certainly would by the end of the day.

Still, Bo was selfish. He could let his soulmate, especially such a good one like you, slip between his fingers. You were his, and you had come home. He wouldn't be letting you leave any time soon.

#bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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Wreck My Plans.

Mob!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: Taking time off work, you come back to your hometown for the holiday season, and you decide to go clubbing with a few friends. There, in the middle of the dark, loud room your eyes meet with a pair of familiar blue ones. Ones which you never thought you’d see again after so many years. There he was, your ex-boyfriend; Bucky Barnes.

Themes: mob!bucky, smut, fluff,

a/n: i missed my Sin Army. Happy evermore day. And to my Marvel fam, how we doin’ after those trailers?!

Time stopped.

One minute the music was deafening and the next, you couldn’t even hear it. All you could focus on was your current, erratic heartbeat as you stared into a pair of stormy, blue eyes. They looked darker and much more mesmerizing than you remember.

His name echoed in your head as a smile formed on your face. Bucky.

The smile on his face mimicked yours as he walked over to you at the bar, crossing the ocean of drunk people swaying to the music. Amongst the crowd he crossed, were some of your friends who ditched you just minutes ago to go have fun with a pair of dudes they met just upon entering the club.

You could join them, but rubbing your body against a stranger’s sweaty body was not what you intended to do tonight so you stayed back at the bar.

Good thing you did so, else you wouldn’t have noticed Bucky on the other side of the room.

You smiled a little brighter once he stood in front of you. Very, very well dressed in his dark suit.

“Is it really you?” he spoke, teasing you right away. Just like he used to.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at him, mainly to hide your nervousness as you realized how much deeper his voice had gotten. Or how much more attractive he was. He had always been a hottie, now even more so. Muscular and tall, even with the suit on you could tell he had a body to die for.

You and Bucky broke up right after graduating high school. You moved for uni while he stayed behind and joined his family business. It wasn’t a messy break up, just two 18-year-olds deciding to end a relationship and focus on their futures.

You finished college a few years later then moved again, for your dream job. And now, almost 7 years later, you were back in your hometown for the holidays for the first time in a long time.

“It is. How have you been, Buck?”

He smiled and took the seat right beside you. “Great.” he wasn’t lying. “You?”

You let out a little laugh. “Are we seriously gonna do the whole work and the weather thing?” you asked, and he laughed.

Oh how you had missed his laugh. It’s been years since you saw him, but everything about him was so familiar it hurt. The way his eyes closed when he smiled or laughed too hard. The blue in his eyes, the crinkles by them. The perfect shape of his nose which you always teased him for.

Everything about him reminded you of a simpler, happier time of your life.

He stared into your eyes for a few seconds, then smiled in nostalgia. “You’re just as pretty.”

You rolled your eyes again, casually ignoring the sparks which flew in between you two.

“Oh please. Enough about me, what about you? You’re quite the talk of the town I heard.” It was true, they were saying all sorts of things about him ever since you came home. No one knew where he lived, whether he was in town currently or no - he was, you just confirmed it a few minutes ago.

“Yeah? What have you heard so far?” he spoke with a smirk on. Words didn’t affect him anymore.

You raised an eyebrow. “So the rumors are true?”

He chuckled, and signaled the bartender to bring him a drink. You watched each of his actions cautiously. Everything about him screamed power. His stance, his movements, his poise. You had heard around that his dad’s business was doing poorly years ago and he turned to some shady stuff. And he dragged his son along. Something about mob, gangs and illegal stuff. You had trouble believing it at first, because you knew him. You knew Bucky and you couldn’t imagine someone as gentle as him being associated with this side of life.

But the smirk he gave you proved all those rumors and theories to be true.

“Oh,” you wondered why you didn’t feel the slightest bit afraid. “Well, it suits you.” You scanned him quickly and wondered where you got the confidence to do that.

You were right, it did suit him. The power, the mean yet magnetic demeanor, the way he could get absolutely everyone to stare at him in awe and fear - truly, it did suit him.

He smiled and took a sip of his drink, then placed his glass down. “You should be running for the hills, not complimenting me. Is that what your strict, conservative father taught you?” The last part was an inside joke so he couldn’t hide his smile.

You shook your head. Bucky and your dad never gelled well. Ever. “Leave dad out of this, he still hates you by the way.” your words made him chuckle at some memories. “So now what, you have gangs and guns and stuff?” you asked.

“Yeah I’m kind of the bad guy around here.”

You laughed. He stared at you in complete awe and he couldn’t help but smile. He felt it too, the pull or sparks or whatever it was that was preventing him from looking away. Like as though something had tied him to you and he couldn’t get away and he definitely didn’t want to.

“You’re here with someone?” he asked, looking around and hoping you’d say no because he hated the thought of you being here with another man. Which was weird because he was meeting you for the first time in years, yet he was already feeling so protective.

And that skin-tight coral dress you were wearing wasn’t helping either.

“With some girl friends,” you replied and he quietly let out a sigh of relief, “But it seems they’re nowhere to be found.” You looked around and couldn’t see them. They were wild party animals anyways.

Bucky smiled and got up from his seat, extending his arm out for you to take. “Come on then, let’s get out of here.”

You took the last sip of your wine and took his hand. You let him guide you to the back of the club. “You know the owners?” you asked, seeing he was so comfortable in the space. He chuckled.

“I am the owner, doll.” he answered in that cocky, velvety voice of his. And that nickname, that damn nickname brought back so many memories; they came flooding back in like it was no one’s business.

The first time he kissed you. Prom. That road trip you took together. All the ones you planned but couldn’t take. All the times you snuck out of the house to hang out at his place. The one time you got caught and how your dad almost lost his shit completely. The time you had your biggest fight and didn’t talk for two whole days. How he apologized first for that one.

You remembered everything.

He held the door open for you as you slid into the passenger seat of his slick, black car. He was quiet when he got into the driver’s seat. But the silence was comfortable, like the kind you have around your closest friends and family; where you’re just happy with sharing space and air, just knowing the other is here and not having the need to fill the silence with useless talks. The kind of silence which spoke louder than words ever could. Comforting, and warm.

He pulled into the entrance of a private property and your eyes widened for a brief moment. “You live here? This is your home?” you asked, a little surprised at the grandeur of the mansion in front of you, which grew bigger and bigger as you approached it.

“One of my houses, yes.” he replied, cocky as always.

You playfully scoffed. “Showoff.” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear and laugh at.

He got out of the car and walked around to open the door for you. You rolled your eyes at his antics, “You don’t have to do all that, you know?” you teased.

He chuckled and casually reached down to hold your hand in his as he guided you over to the front door. It was chilly out, so he walked a little faster. “Oh come on, I know I’m the bad guy now but I'm chivalrous enough to treat my ex-girlfriend right.” he played along, knowing exactly which word would get a reaction out of you.

“Ouch.” you pretended to be hurt. He laughed as he ushered you into his home.

The first thing you noticed were the guards. Then the extravagant foyer which led to the equally extravagant living room. The color theme, the lovely smell of the house, there was something about it which was so familiar, yet you couldn’t place a finger on it.

“You have a beautiful home, Buck.” you looked around and noticed that the guards had left.

He smiled and let go of your hand, letting you walk around his personal space for a bit. He could get used to this, the thought popped into his head out of nowhere. He could get used to seeing you in his home.

“Come on up, you’ll love the library.” he spoke and extended his arm out again. You took his hand and he led you up the large, fancy wooden stairs.

He was right. You did immediately fall in love with his library/study room. It was everything one dreams of. Spacious, yet cosy. Modern, but with a vintage twist. The right amount of light, but not too much. It was beautiful.

You walked a few steps further and started noticing the little things; like the mini bar, the unused typewriter on the desk, the scattered papers next to it, the chandelier which made the room look magical.

“This is beautiful.” you commented as you lazily skimmed through the books on the shelves. You heard him move around glasses in the background.

“Thank you.” he paused, pouring himself a drink. “You want a drink?”

You turned to face him for a brief moment. He had taken off his coat, leaving him in his very expensive looking black shirt. “Sure.” you answered, then you turned back around to check out the books and you could feel him staring at your back. You smirked as not so holy thoughts filled your head.

How would tonight end? You wondered.

You walked over to his desk and plopped down on his large seat. He walked over as well, placing your glass down and leaning against the edge of the table, staring down at you with a smirk on and a look in his eyes which you couldn’t quite understand.

“What?” you laughed as you took a sip of the liquor. It was smooth, and sweet and left an amazing aftertaste in your mouth as it slid down your throat, burning just a little. It tasted expensive.

“Nothing.” He replied, softly as he eyed you carefully. “I just can’t believe you’re here, after all this time.”

You smiled and looked up at him. “Things changed, haven’t they? I mean, the Bucky I knew hated whiskey and brandy. He liked cheap beers and vodka.” you pointed out.

Bucky smiled and rolled his eyes, shoving a hand in his pocket out of habit. Suddenly he looked much younger and very boyish. “He changed, Y/N.”

This was the first time he used your name tonight and you felt funny inside. The good kind of funny.

“Mhmm.” you agreed. “He got meaner.” you teased and stood up from the seat, and looked past him. Right by the couches, was a small coffee table upon which something shiny caught your attention. And being the curious being you are, you walked right over without a second thought.

“You think?” he sounded playful as he watched you walk over to the coffee table where his guns were kept. He doesn’t usually leave them out in the open like this but he was cleaning them earlier so he left them there.

Bucky watched how you picked one up and examined it.

“Yeah,” you spoke up without taking your eyes off the hand gun. “He got dangerous.” You weirdly liked how it felt in your hands. A little heavier than you thought it would be.

He was surprised at how comfortable you were with this side of him. Another woman would turn the other way and would run. But not you. “Be careful with that, doll.” he warned you softly. “They’re all loaded.”

You smirked as you placed the gun down and picked up another. And you sensed him tensing up where he stood.

“Don’t touch that one.” he said calmly. You frowned.

“Why not?” you asked.

He placed his glass down and walked over to you. “I’ve done bad things with that one. I’ve hurt bad people.”

You knew your way around a gun. Your father used to hunt as a hobby so you knew the gun was locked. But just for the hell of it, you aimed it at him and smirked. “Yeah? I think I like this new Bucky a lot better.”

He smirked, loving the fact that the city didn’t diminish your spunk. He realized then that you were still the same girl he fell for in highschool. “Careful.” he warned again, giving you a soft smile. Seeing you like this made him want to do bad things to you. He felt hot as he watched you aim a gun at him. He didn’t know why.

“Scared?” you teased, loving the reaction you got out of him. The buzz of the wine earlier and the whiskey just now amplified your confidence and you loved it.

Oh fuck you looked hot. It made it hard for him to focus on anything else. “Put it down, Y/N.” he kept his devilishly handsome smirk on. You held your ground and it made him groan and roll his eyes. He approached you and you giggled. He carefully took the gun from you and placed it back down on the table, then without another word said, he circled his arm around you and pulled you closer. “Good girls don’t play with those. You used to be so obedient, what happened?” he teased.

You smirked, finding his body heat really comforting. “I’ve changed.” you purposely repeated his own words, then added, “Maybe I’m not such a good girl anymore.” you purred. He clenched his jaw and exhaled loudly.

“Don’t tease me baby girl. I’m not as nice as I used to be.” his words made you all hot and bothered.

You smirked. “Prove it.”

And just like that, with one look of his, you were under his spell. He smirked and leaned in, purposely avoiding your lips as he gently kissed his way along your jaw. You shivered when his lips touched your neck; leaving soft kisses along the side of your throat while his hand wrapped tighter around your waist.

He made you whimper and whine, you could feel him smirk against your skin. He pulled away after a while, and held your chin in between his forefinger and his thumb, and he looked into your eyes with an intensity which made your body tingle. His thumb soon moved up to touch your soft lips gently. He traced the shape of your mouth and spoke, “I’ve missed you.” he looked down at you softly.

Your lips parted as he trailed his fingers down your chin, down your neck before he gently wrapped his fingers around your throat, applying just a bit of pressure there. You smirked as you looked up at him. “Not so sassy now, are we?” he sounded cocky and in control, just how you liked him.

And suddenly all those years which had gone by didn’t mean a thing. You picked up right where you left off. The spark was still there.

“Buck… please,” you whined under your breath. Oh how he had missed this…

He chuckled. “Come here, baby girl.” he walked a few steps backwards and plopped down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap where you fit perfectly. A soft, unexpected moan left your lips as he slipped his hand under your dress and inched higher and higher up your leg, and caressed your inner thigh as he went.

He smirked when you moaned and kept going. He leaned in to kiss your jaw and down your neck; his stubble brushing against your skin gently. His lips warm and soft as they peppered your skin with kisses, making you instinctively tilt your neck to give him easier access. He chuckled when you visibly trembled as his knuckles brushed against the front of the flimsy thong you were wearing. He couldn’t wait to tear it off your body.

His need to have you grew with each passing moment. Hot, fiery, burning desire. Bucky slipped his hand past your underwear and touched your wet folds, his two fingers circling around your clit, “You’re dripping, doll.” He chuckled as you moaned when he slowly pushed a finger past your entrance. Then another and started gently pumping them in and out of you.

Your body throbbed. You whined, throwing your head back and letting him do whatever he wanted with your body.

Bucky looked up at you in pure adoration as he placed his thumb on your throbbing clit and brushed it occasionally while he finger-fucked you; your wetness dripping and smearing all over his hand; his fingers touched you in all the right places; curling just right and massaging your walls perfectly. His other hand gently wrapped around your neck; not squeezing yet but just holding you firmly.

You got a little louder as he sped up; his fingers slipping in and out of you with ease and eliciting sounds which turned you on even more. Seeing you were whining and whimpering already, Bucky moved his hand from your throat and pushed two fingers into your mouth; slowly pumped those two as well; an obscene attempt to keep you quiet.

Your mouth immediately wrapped around his fingers. And he swore under his breath again at the sight of you so salacious and open; his fingers buried in your wet core, slipping in and out of you rapidly while his other two fingers were buried into your warm mouth. The sounds you made alone were enough to make his pants feel tighter; and make him want to devour you even more. You moaned when he sped up again; his fingers stroking your walls perfectly and increasing the sweet, almost agonizing pressure forming in between your hips. You felt a rush and a warmth washing over you; intensified by his tight grip at your throat.

“Are you gonna cum for me, doll?” he asked, leaning in to just bite your lip; not kissing you properly but just biting down and nibbling on your lower lip and making you go crazy. You whined in pleasure and nodded. He sped up again; and you rolled your hips against his hand in a haze – chasing your orgasm; moaning and whimpering. “Cum for me, come on, babygirl.” He encouraged you and tightened his grip around your throat just a little bit more.

You let the familiar waves of pleasure wash over you as you came all over his fingers; crying out loud in pleasure. Gushing out all over his hand as he kept pumping them in and out of you, getting everything he could out of you. Once satisfied, he removed his hand from your underwear and pulled his hand back from your throat and wrapped both his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, causing your sensitive core to brush against his crotch. And you could feel his erection.

“You have no idea how bad I’ve missed you, baby girl.” He whispered against your parted lips. “I searched for you, but I couldn’t find a way to get to you.”

“Buck…” your hands reached up to cup his face and you pulled away just a little to look down at him. “I’m here.” you whispered, breathless still.

He wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He finally pressed his lips to yours and kissed you like there’s no tomorrow; there was nothing gentle or innocent about the kiss, just hunger and passion and pure craving. His soft lips moved perfectly against yours through the messy kiss. He moaned through the kiss when you slid your hands into his hair and tugged on it gently. His hands rested on the curve of your ass; holding you close to him as he gently pulled away from the kiss and stared into your eyes.

He gripped your waist and pressed your cloth core onto his, making you grind against him; causing you to feel his hard on through his pants. You almost moaned at how big and firm he felt. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your body shuddered as a wave of pleasure washed over you while you shamelessly rocked your hips ever so gently against his clothed hard on. He smirked at your involuntary actions.

“Fuck… I need to have you. Now.” he growled before pushing you down on the couch and hovering on top of you. He purposely pressed his crotch down in between your parted legs, making you moan at how fucking big he felt. “You feel that?” he breathed into your ear and made you shiver at how deep his voice sounded. You could almost feel the lust in his voice. “You did that, babygirl.” He pulled away from your face a little to look at you, smirking.

He kissed his way down your body, sliding your dress down your body while at it. You felt his mouth in between your thighs. Your back arched off the surface of the couch as his tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit and licked down, parting your wet folds with ease.

Your taste drove him wild, so did your soft whimpers. Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again. His stubble rubbed against your sensitive skin incessantly, and the friction burned a little but it was the kind of pain you kept wanting more of.

His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud. You came violently all over Bucky’s tongue, body shuddering and shaking while you moaned his name out loud. It gave him a pleasant rush when he heard your strained voice moan out his name.

He kissed your inner thighs, licking you clean before kissing his way up your body and finding your lips again. He kissed you with ardor; eager to just be inside you already and make you squirm and shake under him, but he also wanted to cherish each moment and worship your body. You felt his tongue stroke the top of your mouth, and his hands touched you wherever he could; your breasts, your waist – leaving trails of goosebumps wherever his fingers touched your skin.

He pulled away for a bit and grabbed both your wrists and pinned them down on the couch above your head. “Keep your hands there for me, baby girl.” He mumbled under his breath and lifted his hips to align his erected cock to your entrance. You instinctively spread your legs apart to give him more room. His hand reached down and he pumped his cock, rubbing it all over your dripping core in the process. You squirmed and moaned when he did so; the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your wet lips, parting them as he circled your clit gently. You shuddered under him; whining in need. Your body begging him to just take you already.

“Look at me.” He almost moaned as he whispered a little breathlessly, looking intensely into your eyes. The dimmed lights made his eyes look darker than usual, and his face looked dangerously handsome. His voice was deep – which caused the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. You shuddered as you felt all of him. You heard his ragged breaths as he removed himself out and pushed himself back into you again.

You moaned out loud, unable to hold back the sound which escaped your lips. “Fuck…” was all you were able to mutter under your breath as he pulled out of you completely, then pushed back into you again; filling you up entirely.

He sped up just a little, rocking his hips against yours and his hand reached up to wrap around your neck gently. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you again. He leaned in to kiss your open mouth, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your mouth. You could only nod senselessly, overwhelmed by how good he felt deep inside you. His lips left your mouth and kissed down your face. You let out a moan as he found your sweet spot, and felt him smirk against your skin. You moaned again as he bit and licked the skin beneath your jaw, all while slamming into you relentlessly; stretching you out and pounding into you like his life depended on it.

You could no longer keep your hands off him so you reached out and held onto his shoulders; your nails digging into his skin as you felt a pressure forming around your lower region. Bucky quickened his pace and pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the room.

The dim light made his eyes look even more piercing than usual. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around his waist. The new position was much more pleasurable for the two of you; the tip of his cock touched your most sensitive spots and your back arched off the couch – your chest pressing against his partially unbuttoned shirt; his body heat radiating through the fabric.

You moaned out loud and he very gently tightened his grip around your throat. His voice cracked as he whimpered in your ear. He somehow sounded needy but in control at the same time, and it drove you crazy. You felt your walls clench around him, and tighten around his thick member; making him swear out loud.

“Cum for me, babygirl. Come on.” he panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came – hard.

You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even after you came, and your face burned as you felt the knot forming again right at your core. Bucky fucked you relentlessly; not even stopping for a second. He panted and groaned at how good you felt and shamelessly told you about it; whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him – wet and warm all for him. You moaned as you felt your second release approaching while the first was still fading. Your legs were numb, and your body moved along with his like a rag doll; yet, you wanted more of what he had to give. You craved him.

A rush coursed through your veins as you felt your mind clouding with lust again. His large frame hovering above you as he tightened his grip around your throat just a little more. “Cum for me again, come on.” He growled, his lips dangerously close to yours as you whined and whimpered under him.

A series of cuss words left your lips as you came for the second time in a row, walls tightening around his length. He bit down on your lip as you lifted your hips to meet his thrust; chasing your release. Your body trembled under him as you came again; gushing out around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you before slowing down again.

He kissed you again, while you tried to steady your breathing and calm your racing heart. He chuckled when he pulled away to look at how disheveled and messy you were all because of him. His hand left his throat and his thumb traced your lips again, he was mesmerized by how much of a whimpering, tear-stained mess you were.

“It’s okay doll, I’m right here.”

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You woke up in his bed.

And the flashbacks of the time spent there hit you immediately.

You felt his arms around you as you peaked from under the blanket to try and reorient yourself. The room was brighter. You checked the time and it was around ten in the morning.

Well, there goes that family breakfast you promised your parents.

You felt Bucky stir in his sleep behind you. He peeled one eye open and smiled at the sight of you still in his bed.

“Morning baby girl,” he said in a deep, groggy morning voice which made your heart flip.

“I have plans with my family, you know? You’re just, shamelessly wrecking them.” You teased and watched how his smirk grew. His arm tightened around your body, under the covers. His touch was warm and gentle as he tugged you closer to his equally warm body.

Your bare chest pressed against his and you looked up and stared into his blue eyes. They were so dreamy you still couldn’t believe they were real.

“Oh please. Admit it, you like it better here with me rather than being confined in that old man’s house.” He rolled his eyes as he mentioned your dad.

You giggled. Him and your dad always hated each other.

“Imagine what he’d say once he finds out I’ve been hanging out with the bad guy. Again.” You played along.

Bucky laughed and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I’ll deal with him. I’d do anything for you.” he whispered softly, the last part even more so.

Your heart did that thing where it felt like it was bursting into a millions little pieces in the best ways. The butterflies in your stomach went wild at the sound of his morning voice. You looked up at him and then leaned in to kiss his neck softly.

“I missed you, you know?”

“Hmm, I know.”

You giggled and hugged him tighter. “What now?” you asked, thinking about what would happen two weeks from now, when you’d have to get back to the city.

His chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath. “I was planning on expanding my… business to another city. How is it over there?” he asked, a smirk forming on his face as he waited for your reaction.

Your eyes widened as you quickly pulled away and sat up on his bed with a shocked look on your face. “You’re moving?”

He smiled at you. “I’ll go wherever you go at this point. I just got you back, I'm not giving up on us this time.”

“Are you sure about this? Our lives… they’re so different.” you looked down at your lap as you spoke. “Will we make it?”

He sat up and leaned against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap, caging you in his arms. “Oh we will.” Then he looked past you for a brief moment, out the floor-to-ceiling windows. He noticed the snow falling delicately. It was truly beautiful, but nothing matched how pretty you looked - messy hair, swollen lips, love bites all over your skin.

He leaned in to kiss you, then whispered against your lips. “We will make it doll, don’t you worry. Just trust me.”

a/n: ily.

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