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sweet-villain · 10 months

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Just Listen~E.M ft S.H

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Author's Note : Lovely @eddiemunsons-missingnipple let me use her edits, credit to her for those <3

Anonymous asked:

Omg I didn't know the request are open again!!!! I was wondering could you write it were the reader is Steve's daughter and she's in college? She has a metal/rock band and Eddie goes and watches and is shocked by how talented she sings

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Your eyes scanned over the campus of the the college you were attending when the trunk of the trunk shut breaking your attention away. You heard a sigh coming from your head as he made his way over to you. Now, when you looked at your dad, no one expecting Steve Harrington to have a whole change in his looks. His arms were filled with tattoos, both sleeves done and on the back of his shoulder, he had your birthday with your footprints tattooed. He had one earring pierced and wore some eyeliner, not too heavy but just a little bit to pop his eyes out. He prefer to wear flannels more than anything with his sleeves rolled up and a black tank top underneath with a pair of black ripped jeans. It looks like he took a page out of Eddie Munson’s book.

He put down your bags besides you.

“ Do you have everything?” He asked placing his hands on his hips. You turned your head glancing at your father.

“ Yes, dad” his bottom lips pouted out and his eyes grew glossy at the thought of his little girl going to college now. “ Dad” you whined. “ Don’t cry, don’t be weird” he gives you a look.

“ I’m your dad, sunshine. I’m allowed to be weird” he says opening his arms. “ Give your dad a big hug, will you?”

A small smile light up on your face and you walk over to him, wrapping arms around his waist as he wraps his arms around you. You never got used the fact that your dad didn’t look like this when he was younger. He wore polo shorts, no eyeliner and no thought of any tattoos whatsoever. You always thought his best friend, Eddie had a huge influence on him for his change.

“ Hey Little Harrington!” You pulled away at the sound of your nickname, looking around for the source when your eyes landed on a pair of twins. Your face lights up when you pull away from your dad. Danny and Daisy Sinclair. The twins. Your best friends were making their way towards you with their parents behind them.

“I’ve missed you” Daisy collided with you as she pulled you into her, while her twin sighed tapping his foot on the ground waiting for his chance knowing that Daisy always took the time to hug you.

“ I’m here too, you know” Danny says. “ Oh Mr. Harrington, didn’t see you there” he softly laughs as he rubs the back of his neck. Steve waves him as he puts out his fist to bump it with Danny.

Max and Lucas walk up, smiling seeing Daisy reunite with you.

“ How was your trip?” The Sinclair’s went down to visit Lucas’s family, wanting the twins to spend time with their grandparents before they were off to college.

“ It was good, long drive and we just got back yesterday “ Lucas says greeting Steve with a hug. Max waves her hand over to Steve never really getting to the point of hugging him.

“ Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair” you greet them.

“ You know you call us Max and Lucas” Max says. “ No need for that, we’re all like family here” she says.

“ Are you ready for classes?” Steve asks Daisy as her eyes widen at the college in front of her. She turns her head confused on what was asked when Steve chuckles and repeats his question.

“ Oh defiantly! I do hope we have some free time to-“ you elbowed Daisy not wanting her to give away what you were going to do in your free time. Steve looks suspicious to her with his eyes going into slits.

“ What?” Daisy throws you a look which your head shakes and wide eyes. You didn’t want your dad to know that you’ve been learning how to play guitar and singing from to time. It was kinda your own thing that you didn’t want your dad to be all about. He was into music, like Metallica and all but this, he didn’t need to know about it. Yet.

“ Oh, right” Daisy nodded. “ We hope to have free time to play D&D” she quickly adds.

You breath out a breath of relief. That was too close.

“ D& D? Huh?” Lucas asks. “ back in the day-“ he was cut off by Danny groaning and throwing his head back.

“ Yeah, we know dad. You used to play it with your friends and Eddie was your Dungeon Master” Danny rolled his eyes moving his hand in talking motions.

“ Excuse you, Daniel but you don’t talk to your father like that. Apologies immediately” Max says, shaking her head at him.

“ It’s okay” Lucas says. But Max puts a hand on his chest to stop him from talking.

“ I’m sorry dad, that wasn’t right for me” Danny says.

“ It’s alright, you’re forgiven” Lucas says.

“ Ahhh! Guys!” The sweet voice yells out waving her hand, you turn your head and your smile spreads wide as Leah waves her arm above her head to catch your attention making her way with her dad, Will by her side. But before she could come over Jacob scoops her in his arms to twirl.

“ Looks like the gang is coming together” Daisy says clapping her hands watching as Will reunites with Nancy and Jonathan.

You glance over at your dad to see he’s been watching you.

“ What?” You mouthed to him and he shook his head that it was nothing. But you saw the look on his face. He’s getting emotional seeing that you were going off soon and he wouldn’t have the same feeling when you were home.

“ Just won’t be the same without you at home” he says.

“ You know you’ll be able to visit me and I’ll be coming down for the weekends?” He nods putting his hands in his front pockets of his pants.

“ I know, sunshine”

“ What are you all chit chatting about?” Steve turned his head seeing Rylie’s wide smiling matching the one her father always has as she gazed up at him.

“ Good to see you too, Rylie” he pats her on her back when she throws her arms around him to pull him into a hug. Dustin and Suzie were behind her watching everyone reunite.

“ Where is Eddie?” Dustin asked.

“ He had work” Steve says, rolling his eyes. “ Couldn’t even make it for one reunion” he adds. “ There will be more” Nancy says, looking at Steve. She didn’t like the fact that Steve whole image look has changed but she never said a. Word fearing she might lose the friendship with him.

“ Hi” he greets her with a thin smile on his face.

“ You know you didn’t have to pay attention to her, right?” You whispered to him, standing on your toes to whisper it into his ear.

Your father looks down at you with his arms around you and pulls you into his side, kissing on top of your forehead.

“ I’m going to miss you” he says, squeezing your shoulder.

“ I’ll miss you too, dad” he pulls away to glance down at you. “ Call me if you need anything, I mean anything” he says.

“ I will” his eyes are glossy as he can’t seem to let go that you were going away for college and the only time he wold see you is on the weekends. It just wasn’t enough time.

“ Dad, stop” you playfully pushed him. “ I have all of them to look after me if anything” you point to your friends. “ You can trust them” he nods but doesn’t break eye contact from you.

“ I know sunshine. But you’re my little sunshine and no one messes with my little sunshine”

“ Dad” you whined. He laughed, reaching over to pinch your cheeks. “ Look at you all grown up.” You swat his hand away, pushing him away playfully as he laughs.

“ Alright, let the kids get going” Nancy says. She has greeted everyone else besides Steve and you. It became difficult when she found out that Steve got your mom pregnant and know he was a single dad to you. He’s been the best father to you, and there are times were he thought he should be better and you deserve better.

But you always reminded him how there were so many people in the world but he was the most single person, your dad to make you feel happy. He was your number one supporter.

You picked up your bag to have your dad only question and list of the things you already packed to make sure you had them. Typical Steve Harrington. But he was your dad.

“ I’ll see you this weekend” your dad nods placing a kiss on top of your head on more time and breathing in the scent of your hair which you found weird but it calmed him down therefore you never said anything. “ Okay, dad I have to go” he pulls away and lets you step back with Danny taking your stuff, helping you while Rylie takes your one hand while Daisy takes your other as the both of them run off with you towards the doors.

Steve sighs sadly.

“ It’s only a few days and you’ll see her again” Dustin says.

“ That’s not helping, Henderson” Steve says.

Dustin puts his hands up, “ Whatever you say punk dad”

“ Hey! At least I’m cooler than you” Dustin raises his eyebrow.

“ No one is cooler than I am” Dustin says.

“ I have to go to work” Steve says. “ Don’t you have a job?”

“ Off today, have a great day at work playing with ink and needles” Dustin shivers at the thought.

Later that night when Steve came home from work having lots of clients today coming to get a tattoo down, he was beat sitting on the couch with his legs spread out as he turned on the tv to see what was good on there when the phone rang. It was besides him on the little table next to a lamp. His hand reached over grabbing it and putting it against his ear.

“ Steve Harrington speaking” he says.

“ Hi dad” he heard the sweet sound of your voice and straightened himself on the couch with a smile spreading across his face.

“ Hey there sunshine, how was your day? He asks. “ Enjoyed your classes?” You groaned at the thought of school. He laughed.

“ Lets not talk about my boring classes, dad. You know college is school and that’s just a bore.”

“ Well what if I wanted to hear all about it”

“ No you don’t dad, you hated school too. As I recall from Auntie Robin, you also loved boobies a lot”

“ What else did Auntie Robin have been telling you about?” He turn around to lay on the couch while he yawned.

“ That you used to be such a dingus back in the day. You used to be a ladies man, and lost your charm until you met mom” He hummed, shaking his head.

“ I’ll have to have a talk with her” he says.

“ Do you miss mom?” You suddenly asked. Your mom when she found out she was pregnant with you, she was happy at first and then when you were born, she had a difficult time taking care of you even though your dad was helping out. It wasn’t enough for her. All she wanted to do was to go out, spend money and not have to come home to you. One day, she wrote a note to your dad telling him that she couldn’t do it and left. You were very young at the time and as you grew older, your dad told you she didn’t deserve you and he became both parent to you.

Your dad was there for everything and you were his pride and joy. You brought him so much happiness and delight, that’s why he calls you sunshine.

“ What brought this on?” He asks, sitting up knowing you were feeling sad by the sound of your voice. “ Is everything okay, sunshine?”

“ Everything is okay, dad…. Just..” You sighed and he didn’t like that you were upset and he wasn’t there to comfort you. He usually would hold you in his arms, or make your favorite or the two of you would sit in silence and his presence brought you comfort.

“ Just.. miss you..” You mumble out.

“ Awe, sunshine. I miss you too” he says.

“ Did you have a good day?” You wanted to change the subject and talk about anything else. “ I had a few clients today, one wanted a tattoo on his back that took me three hours to do.”

“ Oh wow, did he likes the results?”

“ He did, he booked another appointment with me next week for another one” Suddenly there was a knock on Steve’s door which caused Steve’s eyebrows to frown together in confusion. He wasn’t expecting anyone at this time of night.

“ What is it, dad? You grew silent”

“ Someone is at the door and I didn’t invite anyone” he says making his way to the door with the phone in his hands while he looks through the near window by the door to see it was Eddie standing on his porch with a six pack of beer.

“ It’s Eddie, sunshine” he says to you.

“ Oh” you have never told your dad about this but whenever when Eddie was around, your stomach tied in knots and you became nervous, stuttering your words and barely holding eye contact. You knew how he looked like from the pictures your dad had shown you. But not in a million years you thought that you’d feel like this for your dad’s best friend.

You heard on the other line of the phone as your dad greets him and Eddie questions who he is on the phone with.

“ Sunshine” he says to him. Eddie’s face lights up at the mention of you and he asks for the phone.

“ Eddie wants to talk to you, sunshine”

“ Put him on!” You excitingly asked causing your dad to chuckle. Your hear commotion before the phone was handing over to Eddie. He put the phone to his ear walking around the living room while Steve walked into the kitchen.

“ Hi there, little Harrington” Eddie’s voice greets you. A smile grows on your face as you lay down in your bed, kicking your feet feeling like school girl talking to their crush.

“ Hi there, Eddie” his own smile appears on his face.

“ I’m sorry I missed sending you off to college, I can’t believe your getting older every time I get to see you”

“ It’s okay, but you should of been there. The look on Nancy’s face and my dad’s awkward look was something”

He chuckles and you swore you felt your heart beat race.

“ Oh yeah? Must of been a party without me then”

You laughed this time causing Eddie to smile wider than he already is feeling his cheeks hurting.

“ How was work?” You questioned him. He felt really good about himself when you would ask him about his work, interested in what he does and what happens to him at work. He would tell you stories making you laugh.

Eddie begins to tell you about what happened to him today, and how one lady pissed him off and he told her off telling her to come back tomorrow for her car when he finished it. You could listen to the sound of his voice all day if you could.

“ Yeah, still talking to sunshine” Eddie asks. He’s talking to your dad again.

“ Sunshine, your dad wants to talk to you now. I have to give him the phone otherwise he’ll chase me around the house like last time and I don’t have it in me today.”

“ Someone is getting old” you chuckled. Eddie gasped putting a hand on his heart and even though you couldn’t see it, you knew he did that. He always did with his dramatics.

“ I have you know, sunshine that I’m at the best shape of my life and I look great”

“ Yeah, tell that to the grey hairs showing” he gasped again, scrunching up his nose.

“ Oh you’re going to get your ass handed to you when I see you” he says.

“ Hi, sunshine. What did you say to Eddie? He’s throwing the pillows on the ground” your dad’s voice comes through the phone.

“ I told him he’s getting old” your dad laughs.

The door to your room opens and Daisy peeks her head in, “ We’re all getting something to eat. Are you coming?” She asks.

You put a finger up telling her a moment.

“ Hey, dad. I have to go. The others want to grab a bite to eat before bed. I’m going to join them”

“ Okay, be safe. I love you, sunshine”

“ Send her my love too!” You heard Eddie yell.

“ Eddie sends you his life”

“ I heard him, sending mine back”

“ She sends her back to you, Munson” your dad says.

“ Great now he’s doing some dance” your dad sighs. “ The things I have to deal with while your away”

“ Hey!” You heard Eddie shouts.

“ I love you too, dad. Goodnight” your dad smiles turning around rolling his eyes at Eddie.

“ Goodnight, sunshine” he says. You put the phone down turning to Daisy and running after her.

Classes have been a little hectic but every night before bed, your dad waited by the phone no matter how tired he was or how bad his way day went, he waited until your phone call that you told him goodnight. Without one, he didn’t sleep too well. The house felt so empty without you. Sometimes he’d walk into your room and sit on your bed looking around the room remembering the memories. Once or twice he’d cry into your room, wanting to call you but he didn’t want to disturb you if you had classes, was studying or you were with your friends.

But truthfully you have been spending your free time with your friends and forming a band. Your father had no idea how musically inclined you were and how passionate you were about it. He was going to be shock of his life when you greet him with a guitar case in one of your hands. Daisy was playing bass, Rylie was on drums and Danny was on rhythm guitar and this has been a secret for some quite some time. It wasn’t until college that all have decided to want to become a band and hold this secret from their parents, especially your dad.

You already had been writing song that you always wanted to add sound to it and when you told your friends about it, they were more than happy to help. Your dream was to make it big one day, to be on stage with your band and play sold out shows. But you were terrified to tell your dad this is what you wanted to do. You were too afraid that he’d judge you and you’d have a conflict with him resulting in losing him.

It wasn’t until you were home for the weekends where Rylie’s parents dropped you off at him because your dad had an appointment that was too long and couldn’t not get you. Dustin had found out in the car on the way home that his daughter was playing the drums, forming a band with you and the others. Suzie sat in the passenger seat, shocked out of her life that he daughter wanted to be a rockstar one day. She had high hopes Rylie would go into computers or something along science related since Rylie loved working on computers too.

“ You’re father is in for a surprise” Dustin says looking at you through the review mirror.

“ Did Eddie put you up to this?” He decided to ask. “ You know since he used to be in a band” He adds. You shook your head.

“ Eddie doesn’t even know I wrote songs let along can sing”

“ And she can really sing” Rylie points to you. “ She has such an amazing voice” she adds.

“ Thanks Riles” Rylie bumps shoulder with you and sends you a reassuring smile.

“ He’s going to call me with an ear load” Dustin mumbles. You frown looking out the window not really excited to get home for the first time in awhile. Your heart sank feeling if your dad didn’t like what you wanted to do, then you’d don’t know what to do.

You hide the guitar underneath your bed for now, hiding it from your dad since he wasn’t home just yet. You were unpacking a few things when he pulled up to the car, you happen to look watching him race out of the car already having calling Dustin to make sure he picked you up and when he did find out that you were home, he raced to his car driving home. Here is was racing inside the house, and throwing the door open and storming up the stairs.

The door to your bedroom opened and he stood there, his chest rising up and down and his eyes wide as he tried to catch his breathe. His eyes landed on you, sitting on the ground with your eyes looking up at him.

“ Well, what are you waiting for, sunshine?” He asked with his arms wide opened. Your smile grew wide and you gotten up from where you were sitting jumping into his arms as he caught you. He buried his nose into your hair, smelling your shampoo and hugging you tighter.

You were home.

You pulled away after a few mins and he let you down from his arms.

“ Welcome home, sunshine” he say moving your hair away from your face. You never still could get used to the ink on your dad’s arms. They were filled with color and some of them he had, was the once you chose for him. He loved everyone one of them.

“ It’s good to be home”

“ What do you want for dinner? Do you want go out and eat or would you want me to cook?”

“ Did you even go grocery shopping?”

“ I did, thank you for asking” he says. “ Why don’t you-“ he was cut off when he noticed something sticking out from underneath your bed. You turned your gaze where he was looking at to see the guitar case was poking out. Your eyes grew wide in fear of him finding out.

“ It’s nothing” you side step out of his view but he walked around you to make his way further into your room. “ Dad, leave it” you mumble to him. He didn’t listen to you and reached down to grab with his hand feeling the handle as he pulled it out from underneath the bed. His eyes stared at it for awhile.

“ When did you get this? How did you get this?” He asked. His fingers brushed over the guitar case as he opened it to see if it was real. His eyes grew wide when he saw the guitar staring back at him, looking new.

“ Sunshine…” he didn’t hear you say anything when he looks up seeing the fear on your face and one of your hands were rubbing your arm up and down.

“ I want to know why and when did you get this?”

“ Awhile ago and I got it because…I’m in a band….” He leaned his head closer to hear you tell him that you were in a band, shocked what he was hearing.

“ A band? Since when do you have time for that?” He asked, standing up. His hands on his hips while he turns to face you.

“ Free time” you mumbled.

“ Your in a band with who?” He softly asked.

“ Ryle, and the twins” you picked up your head to glance at his reaction and it doesn’t look to be a happy one.

“ Oh, I need to make some phone calls” he says walking out of your room and downstairs.

“ Dad, no. Don’t. Please” you tried to run after him. “ Rylie’s dad is okay with it” he turns around to face you and look up over at you where your standing.

“ He’s okay with it, for god sakes. Henderson.” He sighs shaking his head.

“ Did Eddie put you up to this?” He points a finger over at you. “ if he bought you this guitar, if he even said something. I will-“

“ He didn’t dad, this was what I want”

“ No” he shook his head. “ You’re not doing this” he says.

“ That’s not your decision”

“ You’re going to go to college, and you’re going to finish and get a degree. This music is nothing! I didn’t raise you like this!” He shouts. Your eyes grow wide hearing him shout for the first time in years.

�� You’re my child, and I’m the one who’s paying for you to go to classes. To study. Not strum your fingers on a guitar with a band. Oh I’ll be calling the Henderson’s and Sinclairs”

“ Screw you!” You shouted stomping your way to the door.

“ Where are you going?” He asked following you to the door.

“ Get back in the house” he says watching you throw open the door and storm out. He tries to say something else when you already walking down the path away from the house. He pinches the bridge of his nose and grips the door with his hand. He was going to give you time to cool off. You will be back.

You don’t know how long you have been out walking but a car drives past you and stops, they back up to where you were walking and their window rolls down.

“ Where you off too, sunshine?” The voice causes you to stop in your tracks and turn to face him.

“ What are you doing here, Eddie?” He turns down the volume of his music and you notice the grease on his cheek. He must of been finished with work now and was driving home.

“ Finished work, sunshine” he says. “ Your turn”

“ Just taking a walk” you shrugged.

“ Does your dad know your out this late?” He asked. You remained silent with your lips in a thin line. Eddie hums and reaches over the passenger side, opening the door.

“ Get in, I’ll take you home” he says.

“ Eddie, I’m fine” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest as you shake your head.

“ Get in, please. It’s cold and your house isn’t even near this area. I’m sure your dad is worried about you”

You chuckled at that but got into his car, closing the door to face him. He had his hair pulled back into a messy bun. But it was super low and some strands of hair were falling out of it. Some of his hair was a little grey but it looked good on him and he had beard the needed shaping. His eyes had bags underneath tried from sleepless nights and working late.

He had on overalls with a black tank top underneath with his arms covered in grease and sweat. The overall had some oil stains on it and one of the buttons on the overall were hanging on. He had pockets on them which you saw his handkerchief peeking out meaning he probably wore it on his head before taking it off at some point.

Eddie has been driving while you were looking at him and he didn’t mind that you were looking at him.

“ You look like you were lost in your head over there. Wanna talk about what’s bothering you?” He asked.

“ No” you shook your head. You didn’t want to bring Eddie into this whole thing, he had enough on his plate. Plus sitting in the passenger side made you nervous. You had this thing for him that won’t go away and if your dad found out, then you’d never see Eddie again.

“ It’s not good to keep it inside of you” Eddie makes a turn down the street to your house and he slows down.

You sigh, “ I know but don’t worry about it.”

He parks the car and looks over at you.

“ I always worry about a pretty thing like you” he says, winking at you. You thought you were seeing things when he winked at you. Did he? You were to sure because you looked liked a deer in headlights staring at him. He laughed at your reaction, loving it.

Eddie had his own thing for you and it was complicated because he didn’t want your dad to find out. If your dad found out, then he’d never see you again.

“ I’m just a phone call away, sunshine. Don’t be a stranger”

“ Thank you for the ride” he nods, winking at you again while your cheeks heat up when you open the door and step out of the car. Your dad was sitting on the steps as he stared at you getting out of the car.

Eddie drives away when your dad stands up to greet you but he’s quick to talk about something else.

“ Is this what we’re doing? Walking away and turning to older men for help?” He asked.

“ I was getting some air and Eddie drove me home after he saw me walking home” you tried to walk past your dad to go to your room when he stops you.

“ You know I only want the best for you”

“ I know” your back is to him because your still hurt about the way he reacted earlier.

“ You’re growing up, going to college and now you want to pursue music as a career? Why didn’t you talk to me about this before?”

“ Because I knew you’d react like this and you don’t understand, dad”

“ What don’t I understand, sunshine?”

You turn to face him, “ I found myself in music, dad. It helps me write the story I want to share with the world one day.”

“ You really want to do this?”

“ I do” you nod.

He sighs, “ Come here” he opens his arms for you to step into. He brings you into his arms once you make your way to him and hugs you. You hug him back with worry in your mind that he’s still mad at you and will take your guitar away from you.

“ As long as you keep up with your classes, study and do good in school then you can do this” you removed your head away from his chest to look at him with happy wide eyes.

“ Really?” He nods watching the happiness light up on your face.

“ Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you” you squeeze him while he chuckles. “ You’re the best dad ever.”

After that night, your father became very supportive of how passionate you were about music. You’d even show him some of the lyrics you wrote down and when he watched you perform in the garage with the twins and Rylie, he was head banging his head and rocking out sitting on the couch that was there.

In his eyes he never imagined something like this coming from you and here you were surprising him, making him proud.

“ She’s in what?” Eddie asked, spitting out his coffee staring at Steve with his eyes wide open. Steve nodded his head, grabbing a candy from the tray in the office. He was visiting Eddie at work while Eddie was on his break.

“ She’s in a band, she sings and plays guitar”

Eddie was shocked to hear this. You have never brought up to him when he was around that you were interested in playing guitar. He still played guitar here and there, and here he was thinking he could of taught you how to play. He would have spend more time with you, showing you how to move your fingers on the guitar and explaining it to you. He wanted to see it for himself.

“ I don’t believe you”

“ They have a small gig in the bar across town, come to the show and see for yourself”

“ I might”

“ Everyone will be there” Steve adds.

Eddie didn’t believe that you were a singer or the fact that you hide this secret so well from him, he was a little hurt too that you were hiding this from him. He had told you back in the day that he used to be in a band, Corroded Coffin and he used to sing and play guitar. He still does. But it’s not the same.

“ I thought you really were the one who influenced her to start singing and playing the guitar” Steve says to him.

Eddie shook his head, “ I’m surprised as you are.”

“ You didn’t buy her the guitar?” Steve wanted to make sure.

“ I didn’t, I’ve been working. You know this” Steve nods his head.

When it was time to come to your gig with Steve, his eyes grew wide seeing you in a leather jacket, fishnets and big boots and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you even when you laughed at something that Danny had said.

His nose scrunched up seeing the way Danny’s arm was around you and his fist clenched by his side seeing you giggling. He couldn’t help what he was feeling as he stared.

“ Quit staring at my kid, Munson” Steve says.

“ I wasn’t staring” Eddie says, “ I was glaring at the way Danny had his arm around our sunshine” he motions to Danny’s arm. Steve looked towards where Eddie was pointed an hummed, he wasn’t happy either.

“ Well, Well, Well if it isn’t the rockstars” Eddie greeted Rylie, you and the twins.

“ Eddie!” They all shouted while you smiled over to him.

“ Good to see you, Eddie” Robin greeted him while Steve pointed a finger at her. “ I need to talk to you later, Robs”

Robin looked around and pointed to herself like if he was really talking to her.

“ What did I do?” She asked.

“ Later” Steve says.

“ When are you going on?” Your dad asks you. “ Oh shoot, we have to get on stage” you took the twins hands while Rylie shook her head with a sigh following you along.

“ Good luck, sunshine!” Your dad shouted while Eddie chuckled.

“ What’s so funny, Munson?”

“ You, it’s weird to see you like this looking like that” he pointed toward Steve outfit which was a black flannel and a black tank top with black pants and boots on his feet. Steve had quite a few chains on him, and he had a bit of eyeliner with a little eyeshadow added today. Not black.

His earring was longer today and the tips of his hair had color in it.

“ Oh shut up” Steve says. Your band was about to be announced and you took a deep breath in and out.

“ Would you relax? You look like your about to throw up” Rylie said. You glared at her while she looked at you confused until she connected the dots.

“ Oh my god, no” she shook her head. “ No, no”

“ What?” Danny asked. “ What’s going on?” Daisy asked.

“ Our little Harrington has a thing for Eddie, don’t you?”

Your eyebrows knitted as you shook your head.

“ What? What are you talking about? That’s just crazy talk”

“ You do!” Daisy shouted.

“ Jeez, calm down” you motion with your hand for her to lower her voice. Your cheeks tinted red.

“ She totally does” Danny says. “ You’re dad is going to have a heart attack”

You smacked Danny in the chest.

“ Shut up, we’re about to go on”

When your band was announced you went out last to introduce yourself, then Danny, then Daisy and last introduce Rylie and talk about your band a bit. Your eyes lock with your dad’s who threw you a thumbs up with a small nod. Your eyes dropped over to Eddie who winked at, rose his glass in his hands and you took a deep breath hearing the music start.

You felt like you were on a cloud and drifting away when you leaned closer and sang. Your voice was soft and so magical that you had the crowd gasp. You can see your dad’s eyes gloss over in happiness and his hand come up to his mouth in shock hearing your voice. You held your guitar in your hands, strumming with the rest of the band to the song you were trying to sing out. You were trying to tell your story through the song you were performing with your band.

The meaning behind held so many thing and one of them was the way you felt about Eddie. His eyes locked on you the whole time even when Steve whispered down to him how proud he was of you.

Eddie’s eyes shined underneath the light as he listened to the lyrics and he was in awe of you.

When you finished the song, you were hopping off the stage for a moment to get yourself together and have some water.

“ I’m so proud of you” you hear your father’s voice from behind you. You turn to glance at him as he had tear streaming down his cheeks. “ You are such a light, my sunshine”

“ I love you, dad”

He made his way over to you and pressed a kiss on your head.

“ I love you too, sunshine. I believe your needed up on stage” he motions toward the stage. Your eyes grew wide hearing the next song starting and raced to the microphone locking eyes with Eddie once again as soon as you stood there, ready to sing. This time the lyrics spoke to Eddie like no other words did. This song made his heart race and he knew right there that you were talking about him.

The song was based on hope, holding onto that hope and dreaming one day to next to the person you wanted most.

He set his glass down on the table and moved through the crowd that he go up in front to hear it better and to look at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

You can tell there is hope in his own eyes. There is light and there is happiness there too. For you.

Your heart raced knowing these were the only looks the two of you could share for now. Since your dad was in the same building as you two. After your set was over, everyone thought you were amazing, you took some time to yourself away from everyone to let it sink that your father was proud of you, you sure your music with some people and one of the songs was about Eddie who listened.

“ I thought I might find you here” you heard from behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“ Here I am” you mumbled leaning against the wall with your back to it.

“ You have such a beautiful voice, and don’t get me started on the guitar” he says making you laugh. “ And there is that sound too” he pointed out, meaning your laugh.

“ What about it?”

“ It’s my favorite sound” he says. Your breath hitches and eyes grow wide and you step up to the railing to put your hands on it to not have him look at you. You couldn’t face him like this. Not now.

“ I heard you loud in clear” he is talking about the song that you performed. A warm hand lands on top of yours and you look down seeing seeing his ring clad hand there.

“ The feeling is mutual, sunshine. But for now, it’s our little secret” he says, his lips brushing against your ear. His lips land on the softness of your cheek.

“ Come find me later” he says, removing his hand away from on top of yours and heading inside. This was a dangerous game to play. But you were more than happy to play, even keep this secret from your dad and friends.

There is excitement in you at the thought of being Eddie’s little secret and he was yours.

You couldn’t wait to find him later.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson one shot #Eddie Munson imagine #jewls writes

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galahadiant · 1 year

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alexa play father by the front bottoms

#my art #the resurrection of the dead

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iwasbored777 · 2 years

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Nathalie is a little better than Gabriel. I will support her redemption if only because 1. She’s the only reason Adrien was allowed to go to school. 2. She is generally nicer to him than his father and has tried several times to appeal to Gabriel when she sees him upset. 3. She encouraged Gabriel to be honest with Adrien over what he was doing 4. We never got to see her in the aftermath of the reveals in Ephemeral or Chat Blanc. She gave Chat Noir up but it’s possible that she didn’t realize Gabriel would react the way he did.

It’s true she’s been supporting a crazy terrorist man and simping needlessly for him but I am just happy to see her (maybe) come to her senses and I’m more tolerant of her redemption than his. I don’t know how long this anti-Gabriel phase is going to last. He might lure her back in. In one of those screenshots it looks like she might get akumatized and be purple too? So she might say “he made us purple together and that means his love is true.” I’m hoping for the best anyway.

"HE MADE US PURPLE TOGETHER THAT MEANS HIS LOVE IS TRUE" 😭😭😭😭😭

I don't think Nathalie nor anyone is worse than Gabriel. Gabriel is the bottom of the bottom. I just find their relationship toxic and Nathalie's standards low af. Gabriel isn't even good looking and he doesn't have a nice personality.

At first I didn't even notice Nathalie. Then in Heroes Day part two I found her relationship with Gabriel already toxic and a huge red flag was how she risked her life for a man who just beat two children with a stick in front of her. He did THAT to Ladybug and Chat Noir in front of the whole Paris and Nathalie was like "I love him so much he deserves help he is a good man who loves his family". Then as the season 3 went on I disliked her and their whole relationship more and more, I already hated him of course. But the whole concept of what they have is unhealthy to me. Then in Chat Blanc she literally spent all credit with me. The "she didn't know what he was going to do to Adrien" could work if she didn't help Gabriel break Adrien's and Marinette's hearts earlier in the same ep. She already hurt Adrien, she broke his heart. Then when she snitched on him to his father OH MY GOD I WANTED TO MURDER THESE TWO ADULTS SO MUCH IN THAT EPISODE! Then Risk, don't forget it when she flew in to control Adrien with the ring cuz Gabriel couldn't. I don't see her as a momma bear nor anyone who looks at Adrien more than a tool to help his father. I literally don't care if she dies. I used to feel little sorry for her in Strikeback when she collapsed but now I legit don't care. I just want her to go to prison or whatever. Like people legit hate Marinette and then call Nathalie "power woman who has standards, successful queen" what's with the fandom praising every bad female character and hating the good ones lol?! I would rather give Chloé development at this point than Nathalie. Chloé has more potential and she's a kid, Nathalie is a grown woman destroying the world for a one inch long d*ck and now I'm supposed to forgive her?! The same woman who's creating and killing sentimonsters knowing full well what Adrien is. Also the same woman who is also teamed up with Lila and she helped Lila against Adrien in Ladybug. Also when she let Gabriel take credit for the gift Marinette made for Adrien... (also I don't need the "that's bc the writers hate Chloé and they will give everyone development before her" just admit the writers f*ck characters up quite often at this point that no wonder the fandom is so confused who's good and who's bad). I'm just so sick and tired of hers "oh no this is so sad Alexa play Despacito" moments. Also when someone compares Gabenath to Love Square 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 f*ck them.

Now I don't know if she'll come back to Gabriel but I always compared Nathalie to Serena from The Handmaid's Tale cuz they are basically the same character, but there was a part of the series when Serena was seriously considering leaving Fred (who is just as bad as Gabriel) and she was so close and then she came back to him even though she wasn't 100% happy with that choice she still forgave him everything. So everything is possible. I just know that it's impossible for me to like Nathalie like it's impossible for me to like Serena. When a character crossed it they crossed it. If Nathalie and Serena don't have standards I have them.

Also (this isn't about this ask tho) if Nathalie stans could just ignore my blog instead of harassing me and making fun of me for hating her that would be really appreciated 😘

#miraculous ladybug #nathalie sancoeur #Nathalie salt #Ml ask #ask and answer

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innocence - 36

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: smut, oral (female receiving), angst (18+)

A/N: all i can say is alexA PLAY NO BODY NO CRIME. hope you enjoy it xx

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There had been no honeymoon or even an honeymoon period for Bucky and Y/N. It wasn’t like he could even leave the state much less the country without the danger of being accused of kidnapping his own wife and even if they could, whatever free time the two of them had between Y/N working and Bucky, now fired, collecting as much evidence which proved he was innocent, was spent in his lawyer’s office trying to build a defence. He tried his best to keep her out of it, to give her some sense of normality, some sense of being a regular newlywed couple but he knew she wasn’t stupid, he knew she would notice whenever he’d had a particular rough day and Bucky was getting worse and worse at hiding how he felt during those particular days. “Court is going to be a circus, you cannot engage no matter how much you want to” his lawyer would tell him time and time again after pointing out what the prosecutors would most likely use against him. What could he say? There was a lot they could use about him, not only just from his Winter Soldier days.

The days quickly rush through and soon enough the court day arrived. He’d barely slept the night before, his mind going through what could happen, what they would say, what they’d do once they discovered he and Y/N were married. There was just too much on his mind which weighed down on him until early morning when he could finally catch some sleep. Just as he was in soft sleep, he felt the bed rustle and the warmth which was so familiarly hers, left the bed. Bucky groaned, turning around in bed and hoping she’d just gone to the bathroom and would return soon. However, as time went by he could only hear footsteps going side to side in a frantic motion. He grumbled, opening his eyes to check on what his wife was doing. Taking a quick glance at the clock on the bedside table, the 4AM number flashed at him. 4 AM, what is she doing at four in the morning? He rubbed the sleep of his eyes, raising his torso to sit down in bed only to see the room was empty. He grabbed his trousers from the floor, hastily putting them on before exiting the room. Y/N was leaning against the kitchen tabletop only wearing his blue henley and nursing a cup of what he guessed was some sort of peppermint tea, based on the scent. She couldn’t sleep.

- What’s wrong? - Bucky approached her slowly, his hands resting upon her hips once he was close enough. She looked at him through her lashes, placing the mug on the marbled surface before leaning her head against his chest, her hands flat against his biceps. - Do you want to talk about it?

- I have a bad feeling. - she said but it sounded more like a muffled mumble, as if she didn’t want him to hear it. - I can’t sleep.

- It’s gonna be okay. - he cupped her face, his thumbs grazing her jawbone on each side of her face. - You said it yourself, your father’s friend is a good lawyer. He’s not gonna let anything happen to you, I am not gonna let anything happen to you.

- It’s not me I’m worried about. - her hand meet his on her face.

- You don’t need to be worried about me. You think a court room scares me, princess? I’ve been through worse. Besides, you know I didn’t do it. Other than speculation, what proof do they have?

- I don’t know ... - she looked down once again.

- C’mon, princess. I want to cuddle with my wife while I still can.

- Those jokes are not funny, Bucky. - she rolled her eyes at him. For whatever reason, he had taken to deal with all of it by merely making jokes out of it but she, she was scared. She knew the public wasn’t particular found of Bucky and a weak case would lead to the jury voting against him.

She couldn’t sleep, no matter how much she tried, and if it wasn’t that, it was her agency constantly trying to force her into psychiatric analysis by various experts. She wanted to ask him how he felt, what he thought about all of it yet whenever he did, he would just laugh it off or kiss her. Steve and Sam weren’t much help either, mostly hiding it from her what they knew and Sharon knew as little as she knew. There was nothing she could do but worry about him. It wasn’t like her view was particularly valued by the court who either believed her to be on some sort of Stockholm Syndrome or being held over some sort of control by Bucky.

Bucky looked at her, watching how she would furrow her brows and slightly scrunch her nose whenever she was deep into thought. He’d rather not think about it, about the court, about what they were saying about him in the media. He’d rather not think about it, it just didn’t matter. She, however, did matter to him. Simple and plain. If it came between her own safety and peace of mine and his, she’d come first. Whatever happened, what mattered was keeping her safe, ensuring. whatever happened didn’t hurt her or destroyed her career. She was good, too good for him. In all honesty, he’d started to believe she was too good for anyone in her own environment. She deserved her happy ending, the riding into sunset, ensemble waving her off ending. She did and he would give it to her, even if he wasn’t in it.

- Why don’t you let me take your mind off it? - he moved his hand under the henley, leaning down to kiss her half exposed shoulder. She whimpered, her hand holding onto his bicep as his kisses climbed from her shoulder blades, to her neck, to the spot just below her ear lobe in a slow manner.

Bucky turned her around, her back against his shirtless chest as his hands wandered under the henley, feeling the warmth of his skin as his fingers lightly drew upward lines from her belly to just under her breasts. He chuckled under his breast, leaning down once more to kiss her neck as his hands cupped her naked breasts under the shirt. Her hand gripped the stone from the kitchen balcony as a hot flush started to overcome her face as body. He ran his thumb over her perked buds, watching her get goosebumps and squirm merely by his touch as if she hadn’t been touched for years.

- You like it when I touch you, hm, princess? - he hummed against the back of her neck. She averted her eyes, looking at what was in front of her to contain the flush that only seemed to further spread. - Isn’t this sweet? You’re still shy when I touch you, princess.

- I’m not. - she bite her lower lip, gasping as he pinched one of her nipples without any prior warning. Bucky laughed against her skin, moving his lips to kiss yet another spot below her ear

- Perhaps you like it a bit too much. - he whispered against her ear.

Instead of keeping with his motions, he merely took his hands from under her shirt, leaving her to miss his touch as he stepped away from her to grab one of the whiskey bottles which laid in a silver platter with some glasses. She pouted, eyebrows furrowed as he poured himself a drink and rose his glass to his lips, swallowing the strong amber liquid in one gulp. She watched him with an almost angry look, yet she knew that was the last thing she looked like, following a small droplet which fell down from his lips, to his chin and down his neck. She opened her mouth but he beat her to it, boyish almost arrogant smile at her dishevelled look and irregular breathing.

- Ask for it. - he put the glass upside down on the sink, leaning against the opposite balcony with his arms crossed.

- What?

- Don’t be shy. Ask for it. You know I always give you what you want, princess. Just ask for it. - he beckoned. - Or are you too shy?

- I’m not shy. - she adverted his gaze.

- Okay then.

Y/N watched as he left the kitchen and walked up to his bedroom. She pouted out of frustration before following him down the hall and inside the bedroom, her socks almost slipping on the hardwood floor from how fast her pace was. He was laid down in bed, torso against the bed frame and head slightly cocked to the side. She stood in front of the bed with a look which he could only describe as the most adorable angry look he’d ever seen.

- It’s not fair. Why do I have to ask?

- I can’t read your mind, princess. How would I know what you want?

- Fine. - she sat down on top of his lap, hands on his shoulders while her chin was down almost touching her sternum. He was enjoying this way too much. She looked to the side before looking into his eyes. - Can you do it? Please?

- Do what? - he kissed her shoulder, his fingers toying with the hem of her shirt as she struggled to let herself say it. - Come on, princess.

- You know what I want. - she moved her head to the side, allowing him a better access to her neck.

- Yes, I do. - he stopped kissing her to pick her chin, raising it up. - C’mon, tell me, just tell me. I know you’re a good girl, you’re not gonna stop being my good girl if you tell me what you want.

She looked at the ceiling biting the inside of her bottom lip. Stubborn, she was definitely being stubborn, he thought to himself. His hands held her hips tightly, his thumb grazing her hipbone through the fabric of the henley, and he started to push her back and forward against his clothed cock. She was taken by surprise, hands holding onto his shoulders not to lose balance as he continued to control her movements. She could feel his cock against the thin fabric of her underwear, the feeling itself tight in her lower abdomen.

He watched her face as he rubbed her against him, her lips partially opened, eyes shut tight, hands holding onto his shoulders as she tried to get a hold of herself. It didn’t take long for her to hide her face in his neck, moaning against his skin as he continued to move her back and forward in his lap.

- It’s really easy to rile you up, princess. - he chuckled through his own breathlessness, the movements and feeling of her clothed core making him hard. Her grip tightened on his shoulders and as it did, he stopped his movement, stilling her right on top of his hard cock.

- Buck ... - she whimpered, head still buried by his neck. She tried to move her hips, get back the momentum but he had a death-like grip on her hips, not allowing for any movements.

- Nice try, princess. - he chuckled. - Come on, tell me what you want.

- Bucky! - she whined, moving her head to look at him. - Please.

- You know I’ll do it. - he moved under her for a slow second, before stilling once again. - But you’ll have to ask me, princess.

- Fuck ... - she mumbled, trying to go against his strength. - James, please.

- You can keep trying, princess. - he kissed up from her neck to her ear, whispering against it. - I’m not gonna fuck you until you as for it.

- Please. - she tried to move again but failed. Bucky threw her onto the other side of the bed, pinning her under him. - Bucky, please.

- You can beg all you want, princess. I’m not going to fuck you. However ... - he hooked his finger on the sides of her underwear, slowly pushing it down her legs and throwing it to the side. - I do think I can get it out of you.

Bucky put her legs on each of his shoulder, hands caressing her skin from her calf to her hip, a trail which his lips followed suit, kissing the inside of her thigh up to the hem of the henley she was wearing. He pulled the fabric off her, throwing it somewhere in the bedroom before continuing his trail of kisses. His lips drew a line from her hip up to her breast before climbing up to her collarbones.

- You even smell sweet. - he mumbled against her skin, playfully bitting her collarbone before kissing her. - I did really get myself a sweet wife, didn’t I?

- Bucky, stop teasing. - she pleaded, hands coming up to play with the hair on his nape.

- Not sweet enough to chance my mind though. - he gave her a mischievous look, kissing down her body once again and stopping at her thighs.

He once again propped her legs on top his shoulders, leaning dow to slowly kiss her inner thighs as if she were a goddess, and she was. He continued to kiss her thighs, getting closer and closer to her core until he kissed her swollen bud, still sensitive from grinding on him. Her hand gripped the sheets, face looking to the other side as she instinctively tried to close her legs but he stopped her. Her back arched as he dragged a long lick from her hole to her clit, hands holding her hips closer to his face and face digging deeper with each lick. Bucky moaned against her core, the vibrations only making her shiver more with each lick. Her extended her hand up to his hair, pulling at the roots which made him moan even more. She was more whining than moaning as he started to pay more attention to her clit in each lick until she felt herself start go over the edge. Just as that white-like feeling became closer and closer he stopped, bringing her legs back to the mattress.

Y/N looked up, her chest going up and down, hand grabbing onto the sheet and pleading eyes. Bucky smirked, licking his lips and dragging his thumb across the sides.

- No, Bucky please.

- I told you so, princess. - he leaned down, his face dangerously close to hers. - You have to say it.

- Please fuck me. - her voice was meek, filled with desperation and plea filled eyes which he could just not deny.

Bucky kissed her harshly, pushing his trousers off before leaning down to kiss her again. Her hand rested upon the nape of his neck as he thrusted inside of her.

- Fuck, princess. - he chuckled breathlessly as he started to thrust in and out of her at a slow pace. - Not a fucking stutter. You were really frustrated weren’t you, princess? So good to me.

She nodded through her pleasure, holding onto him, her feet pressing onto his ass as he continued to thrust in and out of her. Fuck, he could do this for the rest of his days and be happy. He took his time to reach a faster pace, enjoying the feeling of her tight and warm walls around his cock. He moved the hair away from her face, kissing her in a messy yet long kiss.

- Bucky, faster, please. - she begged between his kisses.

- Aw, so you can talk, princess. - he teased, bringing his thrusting to a halt before starting a fast pace.

She moved her hands from the nape of his neck to his biceps, holding onto them as she quivered, moans coming uncontrollably from her lips. Bucky continued with his pace, basking in all her moans and his name coming from her lips. Y/N whimpered, her hole pulsating as she fast approached her own release until she let out a high pitch moan, her walls contracting around his cock as her back fell completely onto the mattress. Bucky continued to pump into her and she looked up. She watched him from her dazed out state, his face contorted into pleasure, pleasure that she was giving him. His thrusts started to become sloppy and slow until he stilled into her, groaning as ropes and ropes of cum filled her. He groaned once more, leaning down onto her shoulder, his nose nuzzling against her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist, rolling so she stood on top of him. He softened inside of her and pulled out, mumbling “shit” as he watched him cum leak out of her. If there ever was a sight, it was that.

- I think you achieved your goal. - she kissed his nose, quickly returning to that sweet face of hers.

- You’re gonna be my downfall. - he laughed, kissing her before holding her close to her. - Let me go grab a cloth to clean you up, princess.

- No, I need to shower. Court.

- Fine. We will shower.

Bucky held her tightly against his chest before climbing out of bed and walking to the bathroom. The two of them laid in the tub, feeling the warm water but she was more interested in feeling him, memorising every feel and every part of him before the two of them had to be in court. She wanted to be positive, she really did, but she also knew without any proof it is up to the jury to decide. He’ll be fine, he’ll be fine. She’s not going to let anyone hurt him.

The rest of the morning seemed to go by on a blur, a quick one and soon the two of them were in Bucky’s car, parked in front of the court. She looked at that building as if it held the whole of hell within, gaze not averting from the building as if constantly staring would make it disappear. Sadly, it wouldn’t disappear. It’s here.

- Can you check my tie? - Bucky tried to take her eyes from the building, turning slightly and messing up his tie without her seeing it.

- Of course. - her hands were shaking as she pulled the knot up, smoothing the fabric down. - You look so handsome.

- I’m not going off to war, princess. - he rose her chin. - It’s just us, princess. Just us.

- Sharon is here right?

- Sam, Steve and Sharon are here. You are not gonna be alone in the bench and I’m gonna be just in front of you. - he leaned his forehead against hers. - When all this shit is over we’ll go have cheesy chips and watch Phantom. What about that?

- I’d like that.

- Let’s go. - he opened his door and walked out and to her door, opening it for her too. Y/N climbed out and sighed.

It’s gonna be fine, it’s gonna be fine, she told herself as they climbed up the stairs to the courthouse. Everyone was looking at them, they shot dagger looks at him and looked at her as if she was a mere lamb. His hand left hers as he went to meet with his legal team leaving her in the middle of all the people she knew. Some of them were from her agency, actually most of them were from her agency, some were doctors which had tried to analyse her and at the corner, Ms. Olson, Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Powell. She sighed, putting on a smile. Just breathe, Y/N.

- Y/N. - she turned around to see Sam, Steve, Sharon and Chuck. Sharon gave her a short hug, patting her back. - How are you?

- Well, I’m still on my feet so I would say well.

- That’s my girl. - Chuck patted her shoulder. - Let’s win a trial.

Y/N had been in courthouses before. As a child, whenever her mother wasn’t around, her father would bring her in to more child friendly cases and back then she was always astonished by rooms, always happy to sit down and watch the trials but now ... now as she walked into the room, everything was somber and dark. The mahogany wasn’t as shiny as she remembered as a child and the jury looked at Bucky as if they were ready to hang him. Sam led her to one of the front benches and the five of them sat down. Her eyes were on the back of Bucky’s head, her hand clenching the dog tags she was still wearing. It becomes harder when the person who you love is the one at the defence table.

- All rise. - the bailiff waited for everyone but the judge to get up. Y/N got up but her legs were shaking, she felt at any point her nerves would get the best off her. - Department One of the Superior Court is now in session. Judge William presiding. Please be seated.

- Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Calling the case of the People of the State of New York versus James Buchanan Barnes. Are both sides ready?

- Ready for The People, your Honour.

- Ready for the defence, your honour. - Bucky’s lawyer responded.

The clerk swore in the jury and she hoped it was a non biased jury yet by the looks they constantly seemed to send to Bucky, she wasn’t much too hopeful. Everything works on paper but when in real life, well, things don’t seem to go as planned. She looked at her wedding band, the small thin copper material next to his mother’s engagement ring which he had given her a few days ago. He did not deserve this. He did not deserve a wife who put him through this.

- Your honour, ladies and gentlemen. - the prosecutor turned to the jury and Y/N’s heart started beating fast. - The defendant has been charged with the stalking and harassment of Miss Y/N Y/L/N. Our evidence shows Mr. Barnes was responsible for breaking into her apartment and writing hateful words on her mirror as well as sending a hateful letter to her childhood address in London. This man is an unstable person who has been accused with a string of murders and was formerly working under HYDRA. We believe Mr. Barnes made Miss Y/L/N feel unsafe so he could get intimately close to her.

The prosecutor sat down and Y/N rolled her eyes. Bucky was a handsome man, the last thing he needed was to harass someone to get a woman.

- Your Honour, ladies and gentlemen of the jury: under the law my client is presumed innocent until proven guilty. During this trial, you will hear no real evidence against my client. You will come to know the truth that James Buchanan Barnes did not do any of the things he’s being accused of. During the break in at Miss Y/L/N’s flat, my client was at his home in Brooklyn and thus could have not committed the travel from Brooklyn to Soho and back and still be stuck in traffic that morning. Moreover, my client was the one who found the letter in Miss Y/L/N’s London residence and there are several phone registers of my client calling Mr. Steven Grant Rogers about Miss Y/L/N’s safety and wellbeing. Therefore my client is not guilty.

- The prosecution may call its first witness. - the judge beckoned.

- The people call Miss Y/N Y/L/N.

The bailiff walked up to her. Her body felt heavy as he walked her to the witness stand. All eyes were on her, yet, few of them knew what she was about to do and say. Bucky gave her a reassuring smile, mumbling “love you” to her as the clerk had her swear to only say the truth and state her first and last name.

- Miss Y/L/N could you explain your relationship to us? - the prosecutor asked.

- Your honour. - she turned to the jury. - I will be evoking spousal privilege.

- Objection, your honour. The witness is not married to the accused.

- Objection, your honour. - Bucky’s lawyer got up. - Miss Y/L/N has been married to Mr. Barnes for two weeks as of today and as such has every single right to evoke spousal privilege and refuse to testify against her husband.

The court erupted into chatter, everyone was mumbling and whispering at the same time, people with raised eyebrows and some with open jaws as Y/N felt the smallest she had ever felt. Bucky’s lawyer got up to hand the judge her marriage license. The judge looked at her before looking at the license.

- The witness is excused. - he said.

- Objection, your honour. Miss Y/L/N is not under enough mental capacity to consent to marriage.

- It’s Mrs. Barnes. - Y/N smiled sarcastically at the prosecutor.

- It’s a valid marriage. The witness is excused.

The bailiff helped Y/N off the witness stand and back to the bench, where Sharon gave her an encouraging smile. She could see Mr. Hawthorne looking at her but she chose not to look his way, instead keeping his eyes on the prosecution. So far, so good.

- The prosecution would like to call the jury’s attention to a video. - the bailiff rolled in a television which made Y/N furrow her brows. - This video demonstrates just how unstable Mr. Barnes is.

Y/N looked at Steve, not understanding what was going on but Steve seemed to know. A video started playing in the television and Bucky seemingly stilled as the first words “Howard” echoed in the court room. She turned her head to the side as more sounds started to come, the moment she turned her head back, the video from Washington was back, then the Bucharest, everything.

Bucky’s brain seemed to shut off as his worse nightmares played on the rather large screen for everyone to see, for her to see. He turned around to see Y/N, his wife, with her eyes closed, her head buried in Sharon’s shoulder who was holding her defensively. His breathe quickened and he tried to get up, he had to tell her, he had to explain it to her, he had to but his lawyer stopped him. The video came to a close and the prosecutor turned to Bucky.

- Mr. Barnes, was that you in those videos?

- Yes.

- So you do confirm you were responsible for killing Howard and Maria Stark as well as attempting to kill Steve Rogers, Natalia Romanova and Samuel Wilson as well as being uncontrollable.

- Objection, your honour. Argumentative.

- Is it true, Mr. Barnes? - the prosecutor continued.

- Objection, your honour.

- What would make you suitable enough to even be allowed to be free and not in prison for various crimes, some still unaccounted for?

- Objection, your honour. Relevance.

- Order! - the judge said and everyone came to silence. - We will be going on a break. Court dispersed.

Everyone got up and all eyes were once again on Y/N with people coming up to her but she merely tried to go after Bucky who had stormed out the court room. She managed to break through most of the swarm of people surrounding her and almost reached the door until someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Mr. Hawthorne.

- What are you doing? We are trying to help you. - he said through gritted teeth, a tight hold on her arm. - We are here to help you.

- Don’t touch me.

- Excuse me?

- I said, don’t touch me. I didn’t say you could touch me.

- You should take a look at your contract. - he shoved a stack of papers against her chest. - Let us help you or you will be doing invisible ensemble roles for the rest of your 10 year contract.

His grip softened on her arm and she completely moved her arm away from him, ignoring his threats as she stormed off the court room. She looked around the hall, to where Bucky could’ve possibly gone. It was mostly other court rooms and other areas where he wouldn’t have been allowed to be so he had to be in the hall but he wasn’t. She grabbed her phone to call him yet there was no signal. Once again, she was running, this time outside to get signal but that proved unnecessary as sat on a bench just behind a stone of plants was her Bucky. She climbed down the stairs as fast as her heels allowed her, making her way to the bench.

- Bucky. - he had his face hidden by his hands, elbows dug into his thighs. She knelled up to him, throwing the contract on the bench to cup his face. - It’s okay, yeah? You’re fine, you’re safe.

- No, it’s not fine. - he rubbed his face and she could see his blood shot eyes, the tears pooled at his eyes. - You were not supposed to see that, Y/N. I was not, I was ... I didn’t want you to see that.

- It’s irrelevant to the case. You’re not being trialled on them.

- But it is there. I did that, did you not see it? Did you not heard it, Y/N?

- No. I don’t care about that, why should I care about that? I care about you, I care if you’re okay, I care if you have nightmares. I don’t care what’s on those tapes, I don’t want to see them, I just want to see if you’re okay. I love you so much, Bucky.

- No.

- Yes. - she moved to sit by his side. - What did you say? It’s just us. Forget it.

- I didn’t do it.

- I know. - she cupped his face, kissing him softly. - I know, Bucky.

- Y/N. - Sharon came up to them. - We have to go, it’s starting again. Are you okay, Buck? Do you want me to ruin that tape?

- It’s fine, Sharon. - he got up. - Let’s go back to the circus.

She stood there through doctors saying she was either insane, sensible or suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. She wanted to yell out for them to consider the fact he was innocent. If she was so unstable, how come she had been able to work all this time? If she was insane, how come she had been going to events and working? She sighed, leaning against her seat as the judge spoke once more

- The trial will resume tomorrow. Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Court dispersed.

Bucky left the table to walk up to his wife, holding her close, afraid at any point she would realise who he was, afraid the video would register of her. Y/N kissed his cheek, cuddling against his side as the two of them walked out of the court room. The two of them were ready to go back home, forget this day ever happened and just sit on the couch and watch some cheesy movie on the TV while cuddling. As the two of them prepared to walk away, Mr. Powell’s assistance made her way towards them, eyes looking side to side and shoulders risen almost up to her ears. Bucky’s hold tightened around Y/N, almost pushing her behind his back.

- Hi Eliza, how are you? - Y/N asked sweetly, hand on Bucky’s bicep to calm him down.

- I’m ... good. I was ... I was wondering if I could speak with you Mr. Barnes? It’s important.

- Uhm ... okay.

- Just us. - she said and Bucky gave her a weird look, moving his gaze to Y/N who just shrugged. - It’s really important.

- Sure. I’ll be back okay. - Bucky pecked Y/N’s lips quickly, before going up with Eliza leaving Y/N with Sharon and Chuck with Steve and Sam having left to go grab some food.

- I’ll be going, Y/N. - Chuck said. - Got my girl waiting at home for me but you call me if you need anything, okay?

- Yeah. - Y/N moved to hug Chuck. - Thank you for being here.

- See you tomorrow.

- See you. - she waved at him, now being just her and Sharon.

- Before I forget, you left that outside. - Sharon handed Y/N the papers she had left in the bench. - What’s that anyway? Looks like the bible.

- It’s just my contract. Mr. Hawthorne gave it to me.

She quickly opened it out, mostly mindlessly going through the pages until she hit the last one where her signature and Mr. Hawthorne’s signature were. It was merely black ink on paper yet her brain seemed to focus on Mr. Hawthorne’s name, on the letters quickly scribbled on paper. It was just ink yet as she looked at it again, the mirror in her flat flashed in her mind. She knew those letters, she remembered those letters. The more she looked at the signature, the clearer the memory of the mirror she had tried to repress became. It was almost as if she was back at her flat looking at her mirror, at those letters. The same handwriting of his signature.

He did it.

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Playground - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey babe ♥️ can I request 71. “Look I know we don’t know each other that well but I’m still worried about you.” and 123. “If I asked you to stay, would you?” With jj? Just some pure fluff and hear eyes

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to finish!! I actually wrote it twice so I might post the “alternate version” as well lol

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For the longest time your yard had backed up to woods so dense that you couldn’t see the water line passed them. The path to the jetty cut through them and it made night trips in the boat your family owned a little eerier than they should’ve been. It wasn’t until high school that your dad donated the land to the island, giving Figure Eight a beautiful little park, complete with a playground, that it wasn’t really in dire need of.

Now there were no scary trees at night, just creaky swings and a merry-go-round that screeched when it spun. The equipment had felt outdated when it was put in but your father claimed that he wanted that nostalgia feel of the sort of playground he used to play on with his friends. And why shouldn’t he, it was his money.

Three weeks into the existence of the playground someone tapped razors to the slide and the whole thing had to be fenced in, your dad blaming the incident on ‘teenagers’ and more specifically ‘those kids from the cut’. He was convinced that some pogue from the cut had come up in the middle of the night and vandalized the park because they were just that bored or just that jealous of Figure Eight.

“They want a nice park; they should pay for one themselves.” He had grumbled as he watched the fence installation.

When you pointed out that they’re park had been destroyed in the hurricane, and that the board had yet to finalize a date to even address clean up on that side of the island, no one was privately wealthy enough to pay for the repair, he told you that you were being too liberal.

You didn’t think too much more about it. The only time you thought about the park was when you had to walk past it to get to the jetty. Otherwise, it was just for kids and you spent most of your time anywhere else on the island. But the chains on the swing still creaked and when you heard them that night, closing in on midnight and far too late for anyone to really be there, you went to your open window and looked out.

In any logical scenario you always hoped you were the levelheaded, immediately call the cops friend who didn’t take any risks. But it turned out that nigh that you were the ‘investigate first, ask questions later’ type. You grabbed your phone and walked out to the small park, standing on the other side of the fence and shining a light through the rungs at the kid on the swings.

“What the fuck, turn that off.” He cursed, holding his hand up to block his eyes from the light. It did little to shield the rest of his face and when you got a good look at the bruising eye and bloody lip you were immediately concerned. Some stranger was bleeding on your dad’s swingset and he looked about the same age as you.

“Are you okay?” You asked, shifting your phone so the light was hitting a beat up pair of boots on his feet and not his face. Would it be weird if you invited him in. Your mom kept a surprisingly well stocked medicine cabinet, ready for any scenario in the entire world, including but not limited to, you bringing in a stray person.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” You commented. When he said nothing in reply you offered your name, hoping that the introduction might help ease some tension. Or at least get him to consider admitting that he wasn’t doing so great for a Tuesday night.

“I said I’m fine.” He repeated, not offering a name in return. You noticed when your flashlight shifted again, that he was holding his side, leaning against the chain of the swing.

“Did you climb over the fence?” You chanced asking, looking up. The fence was arguably seven feet and, though you were not a great climber, you liked to think there was still some part of you that could’ve climbed a chain-link fence if you wanted to. But not this one.

“The gate was unlocked.” He replied, nodding his head to the gate that was, in fact, open.

“Oh.”

“I thought this was a public park.”

“I mean, kinda.” You admitted. Public in the sense that anyone on the Eight could use it whenever they wanted but not in the sense that anyone could use it whenever they wanted. And this kid was not from the Eight. “Are you sure you’re okay? I have some first aid stuff inside my house. I’m just right there.” You turned, waving your light toward the house directly in front of the park.

“I’m fine.” He said and you joined at the end of the two word sentence.

“Yeah, of course. Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you.”

“Why?” He asked.

“Because you seem upset.” You said. Sure, he was hurt physically and that definitely wasn’t great, but more so he just looked so sad, even in the dark when you were concentrating the light on his boots. He looked upset and tired and sad.

“Do you have any tylenol?” He asked.

You smiled, it was a break through, probably not one you should’ve been celebrating too much because he was still a stranger and this could have all been some bizarre and elaborate rouse based solely on the coincidence that you were gullible enough to walk outside and see who was in the playground. Or even that you were still awake.

“What’s with the gate anyway?” He asked, standing and walking toward you, there was a slight catch in his step, as if walking was hurting him.

“A couple kooks put razors on the playground. My dad put the fence up for protection...he’s convinced it’s pogues.”

“How do you know it’s not?” He asked, falling in step beside you as you walked him to your home as if the two of you were lifelong friends. You led him in the laundry entrance, letting him sit in the comfy chair that was in the mud room.

“Because, I know which kooks did it.” You shrugged. “What’s your name?”

“JJ.”

“Well, JJ, are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, handing over the Tylenol and a glass of water, “I have like...bandages and stuff.” In the light you could see him better, you could see the deep bruising on his right eye and cheek. The cut on his bottom lip that had opened while he was talking, red stained on his chin. You handed off a wet washcloth.

“I’m fine,” he said it again but this time the resolve seemed to have dwindled. He sunk down in the chair, holding the washcloth to his mouth.

You frowned, however fine he kept saying he was you were positive it was a lie. You weren’t sure how he’d gotten the injuries; you knew there had been some kook on pogue violence lately and you figured that maybe it was from that. “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“Why?” He asked, looking genuinely surprised by your question.

“I’m worried about you,” you shrugged, “looks like you could use some company?”

“I’m not the kind of company you’re looking for.”

“This isn’t some After movie...I’m just saying I’ve got some popcorn and some weed and a never-ending list of movies to watch on Netflix.” You said, grabbing a water bottle for yourself out of the fridge in the mudroom.

“Yeah alright,” JJ agreed, “have you ever seen Killer Klowns from Outer Space?”

“I asked you to hang out and watch a movie with me and your first suggestion is Killer Klowns?” You asked, trying not to laugh as you led him into the basement.

“You said it was chill.”

“Yes I did.” You replied, caving to his movie option.

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Independent Book Store Haul Pt. 1

And we're back to our regularly scheduled content! When I finished the semester, I wanted to celebrate by placing some orders at a couple independent bookstores!

For this round, I ordered from THE COLLECTIVE - OAKLAND. They're a Black-owned online shop that will do local pop-ups in Oakland--like the Boozy Book Fair they're hosting on August 26th!

This week I've gotten cover pictures and summaries from the bookstore's webpage! If you have the means, please support your local bookshops and libraries!

Books pictured from Top to Bottom:

Goddess of Filth by V. Castro

Front Desk by Kelly Yang

Séance Tea Party by Reimena Yee

Black Water Sister by Zen Cho

Witches Steeped in Gold by Ciannon Smart

Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee

Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

[Image ID: A stack of books on a purple sheet and a white background.]

Goddess of Filth by V. Castro

One hot summer night, best friends Lourdes, Fernanda, Ana, Perla, and Pauline hold a's ance. It's all fun and games at first, but their tipsy laughter turns to terror when the flames burn straight through their prayer candles and Fernanda starts crawling toward her friends and chanting in Nahuatl, the language of their Aztec ancestors. Over the next few weeks, shy, modest Fernanda starts acting strangely-smearing herself in black makeup, shredding her hands on rose thorns, sucking sin out of the mouths of the guilty. The local priest is convinced it's a demon, but Lourdes begins to suspect it's something else-something far more ancient and powerful. As Father Moreno's obsession with Fernanda grows, Lourdes enlists the help of her "bruja Craft crew" and a professor, Dr. Camacho, to understand what is happening to her friend in this unholy tale of possession-gone-right.

Front Desk by Kelly Yang

Tang has a lot of secrets. Number 1: She lives in a motel, not a big house. Every day, while her immigrant parents clean the rooms, ten-year-old Mia manages the front desk of the Calivista Motel and tends to its guests. Number 2: Her parents hide immigrants. And if the mean motel owner, Mr. Yao, finds out they've been letting them stay in the empty rooms for free, the Tangs will be doomed. Number 3: She wants to be a writer. But how can she when her mom thinks she should stick to math because English is not her first language? It will take all of Mia's courage, kindness, and hard work to get through this year. Will she be able to hold on to her job, help the immigrants and guests, escape Mr. Yao, and go for her dreams?

Featured in my list: 10 Middle Grade Books by Asian Authors!

Séance Tea Party by Reimena Yee

Growing up sounds terrible. No one has time to do anything fun, or play outside, or use their imagination. Everything is suddenly so serious. People are more interested in their looks and what others think about them than having fun adventures. Who wants that? Not Lora. After watching her circle of friends seemingly fade away, Lora is determined to still have fun on her own. A tea party with a twist leaves Lora to re-discovering Alexa, the ghost that haunts her house -- and Lora's old imaginary friend! Lora and Alexa are thrilled to meet kindred spirits and they become best friends . . . but unfortunately, not everything can last forever.

Featured in my list: 10 Graphic Novels I've Been Meaning to Read!

Black Water Sister by Zen Cho

When Jessamyn Teoh starts hearing a voice in her head, she chalks it up to stress. Closeted, broke and jobless, she’s moving back to Malaysia with her parents – a country she last saw when she was a toddler. She soon learns the new voice isn’t even hers, it’s the ghost of her estranged grandmother. In life, Ah Ma was a spirit medium, avatar of a mysterious deity called the Black Water Sister. Now she’s determined to settle a score against a business magnate who has offended the god—and she's decided Jess is going to help her do it, whether Jess wants to or not. Drawn into a world of gods, ghosts, and family secrets, Jess finds that making deals with capricious spirits is a dangerous business, but dealing with her grandmother is just as complicated. Especially when Ah Ma tries to spy on her personal life, threatens to spill her secrets to her family and uses her body to commit felonies. As Jess fights for retribution for Ah Ma, she’ll also need to regain control of her body and destiny – or the Black Water Sister may finish her off for good.

Witches Steeped in Gold by Ciannon Smart

This Jamaican-inspired fantasy debut about two enemy witches who must enter into a deadly alliance to take down a common enemy has the twisted cat-and-mouse of Killing Eve with the richly imagined fantasy world of Furyborn and Ember in the Ashes. Divided by their order. United by their vengeance. Iraya has spent her life in a cell, but every day brings her closer to freedom—and vengeance. Jazmyne is the Queen’s daughter, but unlike her sister before her, she has no intention of dying to strengthen her mother’s power. Sworn enemies, these two witches enter a precarious alliance to take down a mutual threat. But power is intoxicating, revenge is a bloody pursuit, and nothing is certain—except the lengths they will go to win this game.

Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee

Noah Ramirez thinks he’s an expert on romance. He has to be for his popular blog, the Meet Cute Diary, a collection of trans happily ever afters. There’s just one problem—all the stories are fake. What started as the fantasies of a trans boy afraid to step out of the closet has grown into a beacon of hope for trans readers across the globe. When a troll exposes the blog as fiction, Noah’s world unravels. The only way to save the Diary is to convince everyone that the stories are true, but he doesn’t have any proof. Then Drew walks into Noah’s life, and the pieces fall into place: Drew is willing to fake-date Noah to save the Diary. But when Noah’s feelings grow beyond their staged romance, he realizes that dating in real life isn’t quite the same as finding love on the page.

Featured in my list: Read these 10 YA books by Trans Authors instead of HP!

Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

All you need to know is . . . I’m here to divide and conquer. Like all great tyrants do. —Aces When two Niveus Private Academy students, Devon Richards and Chiamaka Adebayo, are selected to be part of the elite school’s senior class prefects, it looks like their year is off to an amazing start. After all, not only does it look great on college applications, but it officially puts each of them in the running for valedictorian, too. Shortly after the announcement is made, though, someone who goes by Aces begins using anonymous text messages to reveal secrets about the two of them that turn their lives upside down and threaten every aspect of their carefully planned futures. As Aces shows no sign of stopping, what seemed like a sick prank quickly turns into a dangerous game, with all the cards stacked against them. Can Devon and Chiamaka stop Aces before things become incredibly deadly?

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Two Halves - Chapter Seventeen (Zuko x Reader)

Chapter 16 - Part 1 - Part 2

Word Count: 2,130

Author’s Note: All I’m gonna say is that I think my exposition sucks, but here it is, the plot has returned (Alexa play Edge of Seventeen)

News of your newfound comfort with your husband sweeps silently and swiftly throughout the palace following your return from Ember Island, the sideways glances you receive from diplomats and servants alike impossible to overlook. Those mulling about the corridors gawk as you leave your quarters beside Zuko each morning, whispers muttered over the scandal that you now sleep in the same bed; eyes widen when you brazenly peck his lips in the company of others, and cheeks redden when his hand is spied resting shamefully low on your waist. Neither of you mind the reproachful attention, however - you want your love to be seen.

Of course, it’s a short matter time before the council gets involved in the affair, your advisors calling a meeting less than a week after your return to berate you about the newest stain on your public image.

“It’s disgraceful!” rages one of Yong’s aides, tossing his arms about as he shoots himself out of his seat. “The Firelord and lady are figures of authority - not foolish teenage lovers! Do you have any idea how idiotic this makes you look to the nation? To the world??”

“Hakoda loved his wife publicly,” you flatly answer, taking a tauntingly unbothered sip of the tea laid out before you. “He’s still a very respected leader, both in the Southern Water Tribe and in other parts of the world.”

“Chief Hakoda’s wife held no power,” the aide spits. He leans menacingly over the table towards you, clenching his fists. “You are no longer a weak, sheltered Water Tribe woman. You’re queen of one of the strongest governments to ever exist - you need to damn well act like it.”

You shift your gaze towards the man, fixing him with a subtle, cutting glare that makes him pale. You feel the weight of your betrothal necklace at your throat, the force pushing you upward to stand at eye level with him.

“I was never weak,” you state. “I was never sheltered. I watched Fire Nation soldiers murder my parents when I was six years old, and supported an entire village in my siblings’ absence when they left to fight with the Avatar. I willingly left my home to marry a stranger for the betterment of my people; do not call me weak for learning to love him.”

A heavy silence falls over the room, a dozen sets of eyes trained on you. You stand, unwavering, unblinking, staring at the aide who challenged you; he sets his jaw, refusing to lower himself. Yong comes up beside him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“What Jenshi means,” she sternly justifies, “is that there are still many people in the Fire Nation who are loyal to Ozai, who are used to a Firelord and lady that operate as a political alliance rather than a traditional marriage; those people may view your affections as a sign of weakness and attempt to take advantage of it.”

“Yes,” Jenshi mutters, lowering his shoulders as he calms himself. “And with all due respect, my lady, we still don’t know who we can trust. The threat may still very well be within the palace walls.”

You and Zuko turn to each other, sharing a noiseless, worried look; he takes your hand, squeezing it tightly as he addresses the entire room, lowering you back to his side.

“What do the other sectors have to say?” he questions. “Military?”

“The general consensus so far is that the military doesn’t care,” answers Counselor Chin. “Your superior skill as a warrior is revered, and the Firelady has proven a great leader in regards to our decolonization efforts. Your personal lives are of no concern to us, and we are primed to defend you against all existing dangers.”

“Ethically there are a few problems,” chimes Advisor Shi, head of the Integrity Committee. “Your actions go against what has been culturally accepted since before Sozin’s reign; a Firelord and lady aren’t meant to be publicly affectionate with one another, no matter how they may feel for each other beyond the nation’s eye.”

Zuko hums, nodding.

“I understand,” he responds. “But we are trying to move away from the traditional monarchy. We’ve already established that we don’t want any children we have to be forced into their roles, and public reception was relatively accepting. What could it hurt for us to be honest about our feelings for each other?”

“It brings us back to concerns over dissent,” Yong interjects. “As Jinshi said, we’re no closer to understanding who was behind Counselor Fen’s murder or what their intentions are; we can’t let them use your emotions as leverage.”

“Has word really spread that quickly?” you ask her, fear beginning to quake in the center of your chest. “They’re talking about it outside the palace?”

“No,” Jinshi replies, “but it will soon. If there are actors within the palace, we assume they already know and will attempt to play your intimacy with each other to their advantage.”

Zuko’s body stiffens, the corners of his lips turning downward into a grave, shadowed grimace. He nods in concession, but doesn’t let go of your hand.

“We’ll watch ourselves,” he affirms, clutching your palm tighter within his. “In the meantime, I want everyone within the palace’s actions to be heavily monitored. No one is safe if we’re not.”

After the meeting, you and Zuko take lunch together, choosing the unromantic and relatively public setting of a stateroom outside your private wing of the palace. Anxiety causes your stomach to churn like the ocean in a storm, hindering your appetite so that you only pick at your food - you notice that Zuko does the same.

“... I visited the physician this morning,” you tell him, breaking the uneasy stagnance. “She said the medicine worked - I’m not pregnant.”

“Good,” Zuko murmurs. His hand is raised to his chin, his voice distant as he keeps his pensive gaze aimed at an empty space on the table before you. “One less thing we have to worry about.”

“What’s on your mind?” you ask.

“The attacks,” Zuko relays. “They’re not… normal.”

“Normal how?”

Zuko sighs, folding his arms in front of him as he continues to ponder, his brow furrowing in search of the correct words.

“... They’re not what my father would do,” he says after a pause. “He wouldn’t utilize outsiders like the Dai Li, or kill an indirect target just to make a statement. That’s what Azula would do.”

“... So you think she was behind it?” you guess. “They could have been her ideas, but the fact that she took herself out means that there had to have been someone else.”

“Exactly,” Zuko agrees. “And that’s what’s confusing. The only person she ever feared was our father, but after he abandoned her during the comet, she hated him. Everything we have from her investigation supports that. She’d never be allegiant to him.”

“But who else could have convinced her?” you wonder. “What else? Threatening her life clearly didn’t mean anything, and she renounced her loyalty to the Fire Nation when she was arrested. Do you think that… that maybe someone told her they were trying to overthrow you? That they offered to let her take your place?”

“Azula was like our father. If she wanted to take over, she would’ve just taken over. She never would have taken the throne if it were offered.”

“So… she wasn’t the one leading the attacks… but her pride kept her from bending to anyone’s will but her own. What was her place, then?”

“I think she just wanted me dead,” Zuko admits. “Whoever approached her, they asked for her help in killing me. They gave her the opportunity to exact her revenge in a way that destroyed me little by little, the way she wanted to see it happen.”

“... But Ozai and his supporters don’t operate that way,” you recall.

“ They don’t,” Zuko echos. “They take by force.”

You meet his eyes, a deep, tumbling chasm bottoming out in your stomach, the shockwave reverberating through your body. Your limbs feel limp, your head dizzy.

“It’s not the Fire Nation,” you realize.

The words come out in a quiet gasp, carried by what little breath you can manage to force from your lungs. Zuko’s expression falls gravely blank; he reaches for your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips without thought or care to who could see.

“It’s not the Fire Nation,” he repeats. “Which means… there might be no one we can trust.”

The door to your bedroom slides open and sputters shut behind you, indicating Zuko’s entrance; bent over, fumbling with the ties on your robes, you don't turn to greet him, but instead share the message you got that afternoon.

“Toph is coming,” you announce. “She heard about Azula and is worried about our safety, so she's bringing a group of-”

You cease completely as you face the man standing in front of the doorway, horrified to find that he isn't your husband.

“I must say, you really know how to upset things,” Advisor Xiang sneers, pacing slowly towards you.

You take a few steps back, cornering yourself back against the nearest wall; in the waist of your robes, Suki’s fan presses harshly to your side, too hidden for you to reach without alerting your intruder.

“Get out,” you quip. “Get out before I call the guards.”

“Make one sound and this knife will end up in your neck,” Xiang threatens. He raises a blade from his hip, holding it menacingly level with your throat; as he closes in on you, he lets it graze your skin, his gaunt, sunken face glaring down at you like a demon summoned from the darkest corner of hell.

“You were supposed to run, little girl,” he drawls on. “You were supposed to die in Ba Sing Se. None of this - this love you have for the Firelord, your flirting with the possibility of continuing his bloodline - was ever supposed to happen. And we can't let it happen.”

“Who is ‘we’?” you demand. You try to make your voice firm, unshaken, but it quivers in your mouth, causing Xiang to release a belittling chuckle.

“You won't find that out,” he taunts. “I've come to discuss the terms of your punishment. You see, since you defied everything we expected of you, we’re going to make you do what we planned to do months ago - you're going to kill Zuko.”

Bile rises to the back of your throat, your gut seizing in a panicked, terrified hitch. You shake your head, quickly and minutely, tears starting to sear the corners of your eyes.

“No,” you detest. “I won't do it. We’ll stop you.”

“You will do it,” Xiang hisses, “because if he isn't dead within the next seven days, your entire family - that bumbling brother, his wife, your sister and her precious little family, even your father - will die instead.”

He removes the dagger from your neck, grinning tauntingly, maliciously, as he slips it into the loose breast of your robes. His touch sickens you, but you're too petrified to force him back.

“And don't you dare try reaching out for help,” he snarls. “We have informants throughout the palace - we’ll know every move you make, and if anyone gets word of this, your loved ones will all perish, and this time you’ll have no one to take you in.”

It's only when Xiang releases you do you realize he had a hold on your wrist, gripping you so tightly that he leaves flaming red marks on your skin. Tears bubble down your cheeks, a sob lodged in your throat that you refuse to let go.

“Why are you doing this?” you plead.

You don't know why you expect him to answer honestly - you don't know why you expect him to answer at all. He smirks, showing the ugly, yellowed points of his irregularly sharp canines.

“Because Zuko would have been better off dead when Ozai gave him that scar,” he replies. “His is a family of sociopaths and murders, my dear - we must end the cycle before it repeats itself.”

Xiang slips through the door he ambushed you from, and you're left alone in your terror. Fingers shaking, you take the knife from your robes and hide it under the mattress, your mind racing as you try to figure out what you can possibly do to save the people you love.

You're in bed by the time Zuko returns, the lights turned out and your body hidden beneath the blankets, too shaken to face him. As he lays down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nestling into the comfort of your body, all you can feel is the blade beneath you, slicing your side as ruthlessly as if you were the one sentenced to death.

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vang0bus · 3 years

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alexa play father by the front bottoms

#the first verse <333 yeah #vent post

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sweetness-pop · 3 years

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Katt Monroe & Her Family

*A longer version of Katt Monroe's theme Zero remix plays*🎶💗🐾🐈💋🎶

A young & attractive domestic shorthair feline woman with hot pink fur & a white muzzle, white tuft on her head, violet eyes, & a slender body with a well-endowed chest appears. She is wearing a yellow tank top showing her pierced navel(aka belly button). Black & red sleevless vest. Blue jean pants. Black boots with a red V on the front. Black wrist bands with silver studs. A pinkish-violet faux fur jacket with rhinestones on the collar. & A tiny yellow gold hoop earring with a hot pink gem on her left ear. She's smiling at the viewers' direction as she's standing in a light red background with red cat paws.

Katt: Hello! My name is Katt, Katt Monroe!

(Full name: Kathrene Azalea Monroe. Age: 20 years old.)

Katt: I'm the independent pink cat-lady mercenary who can be your girl to lend you a paw in assistance wherever you fly to help save & protect the Lylat System! I'm especially an ally for Star Fox! You can say that I can be a one-woman army. But now, I will introduce my family!

First, standing in a yellow-green background with green cat paws, a tall & handsome adult tomcat with red fur & an ivory muzzle, sandy blonde tuft with black-dyed ends, & violet eyes. Muscular & very fit with a six-abs pack. He's wearing a black blazer jacket with a long-sleeved & buttoned teal blue shirt underneath. A white gold chain necklace with the letter R pendant that has a round black diamond. Matching black dress pants with a left-side golden chain. Short, solid black steel toe boots. A white gold watch with encircled diamonds on his right wrist. His white gold wedding band on his left ring finger. Two tiny hoop earrings on his left ear, top-yellow gold with champagne diamond & bottom-white gold with black onyx. & Black shades that are slightly hanging on his nose to show his violet eyes.

Katt: My father Ryker. *He lowers his shades, grins & nods*

(Full name: Richard Ace Monroe. Age: 38 going on 39 years old.)

Secondly, standing in an unmellow yellow background with yellow cat paws. An extremely beautiful adult cat woman with carnation pink fur & a white muzzle, long wavy white hair, royal blue eyes, wearing makeup including the dark red lipstick on her lips, & a slender body with a chest that is much larger than Katt's. She's in a red midi pencil dress with spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline, a right-side slit, & a golden chain belt. Wearing black ankle boots with golden low block heels. A short black faux fur coat with long sleeves. Her white gold wedding ring on her left finger. Rose gold hoop earrings that are slightly big & have pink diamonds. A yellow gold ring bracelet with white gold studs on her right wrist. & A yellow gold necklace with a golden crescent moon that has a round opal.

Katt: My mother Celina. *She smiles & blows a kiss to the viewers' direction*

(Full name: Celina Belle Monroe.(Age: 38 years old.)

Thirdly, now standing in a sky blue background with blue cat paws. A young & cool tomcat with carnation pink fur & an ivory muzzle, short platinum hair & royal blue eyes. Wearing an outfit of a short-sleeved black t-shirt with a light grey Z on the upper right of his chest, dark blue jean shorts ending at his knees, a pink sweater with a zipper, a hoodie & a golden star on the left front side & a big golden star leaning to the left printed on the back. He has red sneakers with pink shoe laces & a printed golden star on the sides, & they're are similar to Nike's. & There is a yellow gold hoop earring with a golden star on his right ear.

Katt: My younger brother Zeke. *He smiles, shows his teeth & uses his right hand to give a peace sign*

(Full name: Ezekiel Kirby Monroe. Age: 10 years old.)

& Finally, standing in a baby pink background with pink cat paws is a small & cute girl kitten with fur that is brink pink(a very saturated warm light red color) & a white muzzle, short, curly sandy blonde hair in high twintails that are tied with neon pink retro bobble hair ties, & violet eyes. Her outfit is a baby pink hoodie with long sleeves & on the front is a cute black cat head print with white crossed bones & a golden crown with 3 jewels: red, blue & green, & between the cat head are the broken hot pink glittery words: PRIN & CESS. Underneath her hoodie is a sparkly hot pink tank top. A short sparkly baby blue, pleated denim skirt. Black leggings with an upper side red cat paw print. Hot pink ankle boots with upper faux fur & a red V matching Katt's V(for victory) boots. & Little rose gold hoops earrings with 3 ruby hearts.

Katt: & My little sister Calli. *She smiles, runs a tiny paw through one of her twintails & winks.*

(Full name: Callista Alexa Monroe. Age: 6 years old.)

& Now all 5 of the Monroe feline family members together from left to right: Ryker, Celina, Katt, Zeke & Calli standing in a yellow background with blue, pink & green sun stripes & a centered giant white cat paw as Katt in the middle, smiles with her right paw on her hip & using her left paw to give a thumbs-up says:

"As you can see, we're a very Cat-ish family!"

Inspired by this cute & unique family moment:

Screenshot is from My Hero Academia OVA 2: Training of the Dead. Characters are Tsuyu Asui(in the middle) & her parents: Gamma(2nd right) & Beru/Bell(1st right), & kid siblings: Samidare(2nd left) & Satsuki(1st left).

#Star Fox #StarFox #Katt Monroe #& Her family #Ryker Monroe #Ryker Monroe(OC)#Celina Monroe #Celina Monroe(OC)#Zeke Monroe #Zeke Monroe(OC)#Calli Monroe #Calli Monroe(OC)#They are a very cat-ish family #Like how the Asuis are a very froggy family #Tsuyu Asui #🐈👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🐾#Nintendo #I've been wanting to share my Monroe family for Katt #& Now I finally did!😆 Nya nya

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dreamlover31 · 3 years

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Love Will Find a Way: Chapter 25

Alexa sat on the couch in the living room; spoonful deep in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough, the light of the plasma screen TV beamed across the dimly lit room. The story that played out on the screen did little to appease her; then her eyes glanced down to the time shown on the cable box, from there her attention drifted to the vacant spot beside her, it was almost midnight and Rafael was still not home.

She huffed as the half empty pint of ice cream with the spoon still in it was placed on the coffee table, her hand reached for the remote then pressed the power button before the screen faded to black. After the lights matched the same shade of darkness as the TV screen, Alexa made her way to the staircase, just as she was about to take the first step, the all too familiar sound of keys being turned in the lock caused her to pause. Her body faced the door as it opened, at that moment, the person she waited practically the whole night for finally made his entrance.

Rafael was halfway through the door when he lifted his head up, he jumped back slightly at the sight of Alexa on the staircase, she stared at him sternly with her arms crossed; her gaze caused a small chill down Rafael’s spine.

“Carino, what are you still doing up?”

Silence overlaid between them, it felt as if the air had been sucked out of the small corridor, finally, Alexa decided to retort.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I know I said that I’d be home at 8:00, but Liv and I were going over notes on the case and witness’ testimony...I guess we lost track of time”

“That’s it? That’s your excuse?”

“I’m sorry, but this is a highly circumstantial case that Liv’s brought me, and despite the lack of any concrete evidence, I can’t afford to let this guy walk…his voice trailed off before Alexa interrupted.

“So, that’s more important than caring for the mother of your child?”

Rafael sighed, “No of course not…but this guy preys on vulnerable young women and since his father is the head of a fortune 500, he feels like he’s Mr. untouchable”

Alexa bit her bottom lip, another moment of silence swept through them, then with a sound of defeat in her voice; she said:

“I get it, you have a job to do…well I’m going to head up to bed now, good night”

Rafael stepped across the threshold and reached out to grab her arm, but she was already two steps ahead of him, he watched her climb up the stairs with a look of despair. The thought of being away from the woman he loved disheartened him, while he was going through the case with Liv at his office, his mind drifted to thoughts of snuggling up with Alexa on their couch; her head laying on his chest as one hand brushed her long hair; his other rubbing her growing belly, while at the same time, planting soft kisses upon her brow.

Even more so, seeing her depressed and contentious weighed heavily on his conscience, Rafael didn’t even bother with the meal she left for him in the oven; he trekked up the steps and joined Alexa in the bedroom. He found her already curled up under the covers and sound asleep, sullenly, he stripped off his suit and changed into his grey shirt and plaid pajama bottoms; he crawled up alongside the young woman, his arm was within reach of her belly but was batted away.

With a look of defeat, one that matched the tone of her voice from earlier, he turned on his side of the bed and within a few seconds; drifted off to sleep.

For the next few nights, Alexa attempted to distract herself from Rafael’s ever growing absences, whether it was drowning her sorrows in junk food or binge watching old episodes of her favorite drama filled shows, all the while, her frustration mounted over the fact that she was left alone, not only physically but emotionally as well in the domicile that they supposedly shared.

One night, she decided to put her foot down and confront Rafael about his lack of commitment towards her and their unborn daughter, she planted herself in front of the staircase, her stance was the same as a few nights prior; her arms crossed with a stern look displayed on her face. Once again, she heard Rafael’s keys in the door, and sure enough, he was met with Alexa’s death stare.

Rafael groaned, “Please Alexa, I’ve had my ass handed to me in court today and I really don’t have the energy to deal with one of your hormonal fits…”at that moment, he bit his lip, instantly regretting his poor choice of words.

“Excuse me! What did you just say?!”

An apology was just at the tip of his tongue, only to have it cut off by Alexa.

“You know I can count the number of times you’ve been home on one hand. Would it kill you to take time out of your busy schedule to spend some time with me…or are you to busy cozying up with Olivia?

“What are you talking about?”

“You spend more time with her than me! Why is that? It’s because I disgust you isn’t it…my body doesn’t look like it could be on the cover of Sports Illustrated. I bet the two of you have a great laugh at my expense”

“Alexa…where is this coming from? Do you think there is something going on between me and Liv…we are colleagues and nothing more”

At the moment, Rafael’s phone began ringing from inside his jacket pocket, with a frustrated groan, he pulled out the device. Liv’s name popped up on the screen as an exasperated sigh left Rafael, upon answering the call, he tried to appeal to her that this was not an appropriate time for a social call.

However, on the other end of the line, Liv was pleading her case about how the suspect that was currently on trial was going to skip town if her squad didn’t conduct a search of all the man’s properties, there was a back and forth between them on how she did not have substantial evidence and her refusal to back down. Finally, with his last bit of energy, he reluctantly agreed to her demands, after he hung up; his eyes met Alexa’s.

“That was Liv…I have to go down to the office for a while”

“What else is new?”

“Alexa, I…before he could finish his sentence, Alexa held up her hand.

“Just go”

When the door closed behind him, she sulkily went upstairs towards the bedroom, as she stood in the doorway; the sight of the laundry basket sitting at the edge of the bed caught her attention.

With everything that had been going on, some of the daily household chores were put on the back burner, before she could take the basket down to the laundry room, Alexa rifled through the pockets of every pair of jeans and pants for any loose change or anything that could discolor the clothes. Suddenly, she came upon a pair of her dark blue denim jeans, her fingers slid into its pockets and felt around until they came upon a small slip of paper.

The paper unfolded from between her fingers, then when her eyes read the scrawled-out order of numbers, they widened at the sudden realization that the corresponding digits belonged to Sean.

The thought of contacting him never came across her mind after that day at the baby shower, but as she stared at it, something in her mind clicked; without a second thought, she picked up her phone that was charging on the night stand. She breathed deeply as her fingers dialed away, the receiver propped up against her ear while it rang; within the next few minutes, the other end picked up.

“Hello?”

“Sean”

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#rafael barba #raul esparza #love will find a way

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Idk why people always think I have a strained relationship with my dad. I mean honestly, what makes anyone think that.

Anyways. Alexa, play Father by The Front Bottoms.

#the front bottoms #tfb #folk punk #father #punk music

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hemmingsmendess · 4 years

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My Oh My- j.m.

Joe Mazzello x fem!reader

Joe catches you dancing to one of your favorite songs

Warnings: oral sex(f receiving), vaginal sex, cursing

Word count: 1,326

Rating: M(18+)

Reader is depicted as 19/20 years old

I was listening to My oh My by Camila Cabello and this came to mind. Hope you all like it!

You groaned as you turned your body to face Joe’s side of the bed. A wave of disappointment washed over you as you looked at the empty spot. You slowly made your way out of bed and walked out towards the living room, not bothering to get dressed. The house was completely silent, making it clear that Joe was out. A sigh escaped your lips at the thought of some quiet time. You loved him to death, but he was obnoxiously loud. A smile spread across your face as you saw the steaming cup of coffee that your boyfriend had prepared for you.

“Alexa, shuffle the playlist ‘my favorite songs’ on apple music”. The beginning of Kiwi by Harry Styles blared through the speakers as you headed towards the fridge. You moved around the kitchen and looked for everything you would need to make some eggs.

“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, cracking the egg on the side of the pan.

It didn’t take long before you were done with your breakfast and just jamming to the songs that blared from the speakers. You had been dancing around the living room for half an hour before the familiar notes of Camila Cabello’s “My Oh My” played. You ran to the radio to turn the volume up a little louder. This song was one of your favorite songs to dance to.

“They say he likes a good time, my oh my. He comes alive at midnight, everynight” you began shaking your hips along to the beat. “My mama doesn’t trust him, my oh my. He’s only here for one thing, but so am I.”

This song made you think of Joe for a couple reasons. You weren’t shy to admit that he was about twice your age, a fact that your family was not pleased with when you brought him to meet them for the first time.

You had been dating for about two months when your mother brought up the idea of having him over for dinner so your family could meet him. A wide smile was plastered to your face as you invited Joe over for dinner that night.

Your mother had prepared a nice meal in anticipation of meeting the man you never shut up about. She let out a small shriek of excitement when the doorbell rang, signalling that you two had arrived.

“Honey! Come here!” your father shouted as he opened the door to find you and Joe standing on the front porch, hand in hand.

“Joe! It’s so-” your mother stopped mid-sentence as she saw you, her smile faltered for a moment.

“Y/n, can I speak to you alone for a moment?” she asked as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside. “Honey! He’s twice your age! What are you doing with him?”

“I love him, and he loves me.”

“He’s only with you for one thing.”

“A little bit older, black leather jacket.” you sang out, not noticing the sound of the front door opening. Joe walked through the door and smirked at the sight he was met with. You were standing in the middle of the living room and shaking your ass, he thanked whatever beings were out there that you had just stayed in your bra and panties.

“I swear on my life that I’ve been a good girl! Tonight I don’t wanna be her!” You jumped as you spun around and saw your boyfriend standing by the door, a smirk plastered to his face.

“Don’t stop on my account, I’m fine just watching.” he said as he set the beg down on the table, walking over to you and grabbing your hips. You gasped as he pulled you closer to himself, his bulge digging into your lower stomach. Within a minute he had you pinned up against the wall, a knee spreading your legs apart. A moan tore past your lips as he pushed his leg up, creating a delicious friction on your core.

“F-fuck.” Joe leaned down to press a searing kiss to lips, pressing you harder into the wall.

“Joe, I need you, now.” you whined out as he moved down to suck on your neck. You hastily undid the buttons of his shirt and tore it from his body.

“What do you need, baby?” you let out a whine at his words, leading him to suck harder on your skin. “Do you want my mouth? Or do you want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours?”

“M-mouth, please.” you looked up at Joe with pleading eyes before he sank down to his knees.

“Your panties are soaked, babygirl.” he cooed as he brushed a finger over the damp material. Another moan tore from your chest as he brushed the panties to the side, exposing your pussy. Joe decided to tease you a little, pausing to place kisses on your inner thighs, taking an excruciatingly long time to make his way to your core. He must have read your mind, because just as you were ready to beg him to move along with it, he placed a kiss right over your clit. Your hips bucked into his face as he licked a strip up your slit, dipping his tongue between your folds for a second.

“Fuck!” you screamed out as Joe continued his assault on your pussy. He switched between licking along your slit and sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth.

“I-i’m gonna cum.” Joe removed his mouth from you as soon as the words past your lips. “Mo! No, please!”

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll get to cum. I just wanna fuck that pretty pussy and make you cum around my cock.” you didn’t have time to reply before he was standing up and removing his jeans.

“You ready?” he asked as he reached down to line himself up at your entrance. You nodded your head and let out a whimper as he began to slide inside of you.

“God, you’re always so tight for me.” Joe grunted as he bottomed out.

“Move, please.” there was no hesitation as Joe pulled his hips back and slammed into you. You let out a gasp at the feeling of him stretching you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never get used to his size.

You brought your lower lip between your teeth at a well angled thrust, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensations.

“Joey.” you whined out as he finally found your g-spot. Joe pressed a kiss to your lips and angled himself so every thrust would hit that spot inside you. He quickly pressed his tongue between your lips, almost devouring you with how passionate his kiss was. “Fuck, I’m close.” your back arched as you felt the coil in your lower stomach tighten.

“Me too, baby. Come on, cum for me.” your vision blurred out for a second at how intense your orgasm was. You whined out as Joe continued hso movements.

“Don’t worry baby, fuck, I’m so close.” Joe grunted as you clenched your walls around him. “Where do you want my cum?” Without any hesitation you replied.

“In me, cum inside me please.” Joe let out a shout at your words, the thought of cumming inside you being enough to send him over the edge. A whimper escaped as you felt the warmth of his cum filling you.

“Jesus Christ.” Joe panted out, grabbing your ass and carrying you to his bed. As soon as you made it through the doorway, Joe laid you down on the bed and went off to grab a wet towel.

“You were so good for me, baby.” he praised as he wiped away the mess between your legs.

“I love you so much.” you whispered to him as he laid down beside you and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

#Joe Mazzello smut #Joe Mazzello x reader #Joe Mazzello imagine #reader insert #my writing

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