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bradleybeachbabe · 8 months

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Ok so there is a serious shortage of Tim Bradford stuff on tumblr and the gasp i gusped when i saw you were taking requests was very big.

So how about him being his usual hard and grumpy self and his pregnant wife coming to the station angry about something and him turning into a big softie. Like she’s almost scolding him about something and the others staring like ‚who is this man?‘. Obviously Angela knows what’s up but the rookie are like 🫨

Thanks so much!!💗

here you go anon <3 hope i did you justice on this! also i really enjoyed writing this!

warnings: pregnancy, not beta read

a/n: i haven’t posted in blurbs in forever, so please bare with me on this!

you have been angry at the slightest things lately, whether it being how hot it is outside, not being able to put on your shoes, not having your favorite ice cream in your freezer, etc. the list could go on, and yet it could be to the fact that you’re seven months and half pregnant, because ever since you entered your third trimester the slightest things have been making you angry. and now you’re even angrier than you have been throughout your third trimester, and it’s all because the air conditioning has decided to stop working in your house, so with that being said you have decided to head down to the station to tell tim, your husband, all about it.

when you arrived at the station, you were lucky enough that you didn’t have to wait in the front lobby of the station for tim to come out and talk to you. the officer who was working at the front desk knew who you were, so you were able to just go to the back where all of the officers’ desks are, to find tim.

when you entered the back, you were lucky enough to find tim sitting at his desk, talking to angela about whatever. when you were walking over to where his desk was, angela spotted you.

“looks like you got some company,” angela nodded her head toward your direction.

tim turned his head and saw you waddling towards him.

“i’m gonna give you two some privacy,” angela said as she left tim’s desk and walked over to where john, lucy, and jackson were standing.

“who’s that?” jackson quipped when angela approached.

“tim’s wife, y/n,” angela answered.

“tim has a wife?” lucy, john, and jackson all asked at the time.

“yeah, they have been married for about three years now. and of course, they are now expecting their first baby in a few months.”

“wow, i did not know that,” lucy said.

“yeah, tim tends to keep his work and personal life separate,” angela said.

“hmm…now i’m wondering why she showed up to talk to tim,” lucy said.

“honestly, whatever it is, it’s gonna look good on his end,” angela smirked as she took a sip of her coffee.

“what are you doing here?” tim asked with a confused tone when you approached his desk. “is everything okay? is the baby okay?” he added.

“no, everything is not okay. the bright side is, that the baby is okay.”

“well, what’s wrong then?” tim asked.

“what’s wrong is that the air conditioning has stopped working at the house, and now i’m super hot, sweaty, i'm upset, and especially angry because of that,” you explained.

tim just looked at you with soft eyes. he felt bad for you. he hated seeing you angry and upset. he knew how irritated you could get whenever you’re hot.

“i can try and fix it when i get home later today,” tim stated.

“what time will you be home?” you questioned him.

“maybe around five, it all just depends if i can get all this paperwork done before that time.”

“oh,” you frowned.

tim sighed, “you want me to leave work right now, so then i can fix the air conditioning? don’t you?”

“please.”

you already knew what tim’s answer was gonna be. he wasn’t gonna, ‘no’ or anything like that. plus, if he did, most likely he would end up sleeping on the couch for the night.

“okay, i’ll leave right now,” tim said. “let me go inform sergeant grey that i’m gonna leave early.”

tim got up from his seat at his desk to head to sergeant grey office. and when he did get up, he quickly kissed your temple, and quickly laid one of his hands on your bump, before he walked off.

while you were waiting for tim to get back from sergeant grey’s office, you saw out of the corner of your eye, angela and by the looks of it, three rookies standing with her. the three rookies had shocking looks on their faces while angela couldn’t help herself from smirking. you already knew why angela had that smirk on her face. she already knew that tim has a huge soft side, and that soft side is only reserved for you, and your baby who is gonna be born in a few months. on the other hand, the rookies didn’t know tim’s soft side at all, so of course all of them had shocking looks on their faces.

“sergeant grey is okay with me going home early today,” tim said as he approached you.

“did he ask why you’re going home early today?”

“yes,” tim nodded his head.

“did he think your reason for leaving early was kinda odd and crazy,” you asked.

“yeah,” tim nodded. “but luckily he isn’t giving me a hard time about this,” he added.

“well, that’s good then.”

tim turned off his computer and pushed his desk car in, and you two walked out hand in hand with each other.

“told ya,” angela said as she walked off. while lucy, john, and jackson were still standing there with shocking looks on their faces, trying to gather the pieces together that tim has a soft side.

blurb night!

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sc0tters · 9 months

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A Lifeline | Mat Barzal

summary: a fight between you and Mat causes confessions to be made.

song: Electric Touch - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: maybe a little swearing?

word count: 1.68k

author note: I’ve been waiting to write out this request for like a week but it’s been marked in my calendar so I’m so glad I got to get it done! Started this piece and got a whole new idea for it afterwards so that’s what ended up being written. If you want to check out the rest of the celly you can do so here!

To say you had been unlucky in love was an understatement.

It wasn’t that you weren’t someone that people wanted to date, it was that you just never seemed to pick the write people.

Your job with the Islanders was actually something you applied for after you ran away from your ex.

That was two years ago and you had settled in, to a happy and single life. But that isn’t to say that you didn’t still have men hitting on you.

Mat bumped into you on the first day and he knocked you off of your feet, literally. Like you were in a rush and when he turned around a sharp corner causing your bodies to collide into each other resulting in you landing on your ass.

He was a total sweetheart though, quickly helping you up and bringing you exactly where you needed to be.

When he eventually got back to the team everyone was curious as to who on earth had Mat smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

The Canadian had been dumped by his girlfriend just days before and your smile as you thanked him for helping you out was officially etched into his mind.

It took the boys four days to meet you, and another two to see that you were the girl that Mat had in his mind.

You had been invited to the bar with the boys and Mat literally watched the door as he waited for you to arrive.

When you eventually got there and the hockey player took you around introducing you to everyone it seemed like there was a collective click in their minds that you were that girl.

Two years later and that didn’t change.

There had been boys that came into your life and girls that came into Mats but none of them ever seemed to stick. Unfortunately though when you were single he was dating someone and when you were seeing someone he was single.

After your last partner though you ended up at Mats apartment in tears, you walked into your home to see your boyfriend with a girl on his lap that clearly wasn’t you.

Mat sat with you on the couch as he gave you a shoulder to cry letting you voice all of your worries.

Your friendship had strengthened after that.

Nothing was ever too big for the two of you, it was almost like your very own therapist.

Sure there were arguments, but none of them ever felt big.

Until this one.

It had been raining the entire day in New York, the weather was standard for October but that didn’t stop your annoyance as you watched the raindrops run down the window of your office.

Mat had been ignoring your messages since you woke up and that was only adding to your poor mood.

There was a fight last night, no it wasn’t even a fight it was more of a disagreement. Maya one of Mats most recent exes wanted to reach out to him, the reason you were upset was because Mat was a wreck when they broke up. You had to go to his place every morning for a month to make sure that he ate breakfast and got out of bed. The Canadian was over the moon though when he realised that the designer wanted him back and couldn’t understand why you weren’t being supportive.

Truthfully there was a part of you that that was jealous, Mat was this great guy that you had began to fall for over the course of your friendship and here he was ready to go back to someone who could leave him as easily as Maya did.

Tito could sense that something was off during practice, when Mat pushed past you almost knocking the camera from your hands. All of the boys saw the way you rolled your eyes, it was like a married couple who were irritated with each other.

The team was meant to head to Boston tomorrow for a game and it was a flight you were meant to take but you really didn’t want to.

So rather than approaching your problems you found it best to ignore them, if Mat wasn’t going to respond to your messages of support then you weren’t going to send anymore of them.

That evening you went back to your condo, it was a rare find in New York but it was on the outskirts of the city and the person who sold it to you was desperate to get rid of the place. You bought it after the end of your relationship with your ex but here you were ready to sell the place once more as you wanted to be back in an apartment.

The air was quiet as you sat scrolling through Twitter when you went down the rabbit hole of learning all about the event that Mat and Maya attended tonight.

It was a fashion show that Mat had begged you to accompany him to. Those shows where on Mats least favourite list of things to attend and he hoped that having you by his side it would make it a little bit more bearable.

Given the fact that you weren’t really talking to him though, you didn’t go to the show deciding that your couch was going to be a much better place to stay.

All of that changed when you heard the sound of a car pulling up to your driveway and as you looked at your phone to see that the time read 8:05 you sighed getting up to see what was going on.

As it was still raining you grabbed the a sneaker on your way to the door, sure it wasn’t going to do a lot but at least you could slow them down if it wasn’t someone you wanted at the door.

The headlights from the car illuminated the glass of your front door causing you to struggle to see who on earth was walking towards you “y/n!” Mat called out as he held his hand above his head trying to keep the pouring rain from hitting his face.

You opened the door as you furrowed your eyebrows “a shoe?” The Canadian asked as he let out a laugh watching as you dropped the sneaker onto the floor.

A scoff fell from your lips “I didn’t know if you were some killer!” You explained as your cheeks turned pink.

Mat found it amusing as he nodded “so you were planning on hitting them with a shoe?” He smiled when he crossed his arms.

The door opened a little bit wider so that you could let him in “what are you doing here?” You sighed as you weren’t exactly his biggest fan in that moment.

His facial expressions softened “you didn’t show up tonight,” he mumbled as he slipped his shoes off not wanting to track the dirt that his shoes had picked up.

You furrowed your eyebrows “thought you wanted to be there with her,” sure it was a little bit petty but you were upset so you didn’t really care about how you were acting.

It didn’t help that many of his teammates thought he was close to asking you out, yes you had heard that conversation and you even knew that the boys had bets about it going on.

Mat stopped as he thought about it “you jealous of her?” The question wasn’t meant to be rude or to attack you, he was simply curious.

Time seemed to stop as you came up with your answer “why would I be jealous of the girls you have in your bed?” You shot back as you tried to keep your calm.

The rebuttal honestly threw Mat off as all he could do was laugh “what’s so funny?” You cocked your head as you watched the boy run his fingers through his wet hair.

A smirk was full on his face “you don’t think I’ve seen the way you look at me?” He asked as he looked at you “the lingering glances,” he added as he took a step closer to you “the way your pretty little thighs clench during media day when you get to see me in my compression shirt.” His voice was guttural as he leaned down to the shell of your ear letting you feeling his warm breath as you were now up against your wall.

It was like you’d forgotten how to breathe “which is fine because I look at you the same,” Mat continued on as he watched your eyes go from his to his lips and back “those pretty little sundresses that you love to wear.” He threw his head back as he let out a groan just thinking about them “sometimes they make me wonder if you know just how much I love them.” You knew that they made you look good, enough to make your ass look curved and your boobs look big.

One question still hung over your head “what about Maya?” You asked as you let your lips form in a pout.

Mat let his hand cup your cheek “she doesn’t matter,” he confessed as he sighed “heard her out for closure not to get back with her.” That was the thing he kept on trying to explain to you. But you were too irritated to hear him out.

Both of you were far too stubborn and that’s why the emotions got the best of you this morning.

A smile formed on your lips “why me?” You tilted your head up to face him “cause you’re a fucking rocket baby,” you had this ability to make Mat feel like the only guy in the world.

As you scrunched your nose at the compliment it gave Mat a boost of confidence “give me a shot?” He asked as you still hadn’t said yes.

You nodded causing the boy to not waste a second before he kissed you. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer.

This felt like love in your life had just been given a revamp.

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theredengineapologist · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day Everyone! 💙❤

Of course, I had to do something Jameward for the occasion. Even though this meme is literally called "Understand my Ship in 5 Minutes", I still wanted to include some commentary/headcanons because I've been DYING to talk about them forever. So if you're interested, read on under the cut!

(Also, please note that the interpretation of the characters depicted here is specifically for my AU, TTTE: Sudrian Boys)

NAMES: For the sake of making sure their names fit in the boxes, I used the last names they picked for themselves before they got married. When they do eventually get legally married, they'll combine their last names together (a conclusion they got to after much bickering). So respectively, they will be James and Edward Hughes-Pettigrew.

GENDER + SEXUALITY:

James is GAY. GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY. Sorry not sorry, but there is not a woman-liker bone in his body.

Edward, on the other hand is bi. Part of me thinks he tends to prefer the company of men, but maybe that's just because there's significantly more male engines on Sodor. Also he is nonbinary. This will be something I explore later. But to summarize, Edward never felt entirely male in the strict sense that humans define it. However, he felt the need to be the consistent, steady, "old reliable" his peers saw him as, so he never questioned what others chose to call him. This changed when "The Great Shift" happened (aka, the engines learning to shift into a human-like form). Edward saw an opportunity to experiment with his presentation, and so he had a brief stint where he tried going in the opposite direction, presenting as a woman named Alice. As fun as it was, however, he found that it didn't feel quite right either. To him, "Edward" was where he felt most at home. He's not a man or a woman, he is just "Edward". Edward uses "he/they" pronouns because those feel the most neutral to them.

HORNY LEVEL: I will not be elaborating.

AWKWARDNESS LEVEL: I don't think Edward and James ever really had an "awkward phase". Before they got together, they always felt comfortable with each other as close friends would. They never really had that thing of "oh I want to tell him I like him but I also don't want him to know". Edward always knew he liked James, he just didn't say anything because he didn't think James was interested. And once James admitted to himself that he liked Edward, he confessed and it was all smooth sailing from there. To be honest, not much changed when they moved from "close friends" to "boyfriends". They still act like close friends, just with added kissing privileges.

JEALOUSY LEVEL: At the point where they're at in their relationship right now, both James and Edward are pretty secure, so it's rare for either of them to act jealous.

From Edward's perspective, he knows that James is young (relatively speaking) and very attractive, so it's hardly surprising to see that other people would try to flirt with him. There's a small pang of jealousy that comes from him thinking James would have preferred someone younger or stronger, but that quickly goes away once he sees James return to being on his arm and very proudly proclaiming he's already spoken for.

From James's perspective, he thinks Edward is the real catch between the two of them. Plus, it's not often that other people would try to shoot their shot with the silver fox. So when other people do try to get a little too close for comfort, James would certainly be stewing in jealousy. If the feeling gets to a certain point, he'd probably make himself known. But once they get home, the situation gets explained out, and they're cuddling on the couch with a blanket and some tea, James finds he can let go of the jealous feeling relatively quickly.

BIG SPOON/LITTLE SPOON: Majority of the time, James is the little spoon. He likes to be held and Edward LOVES holding him. James's favorite thing is when Edward keeps their hand on his chest. But occasionally, they do switch places, especially if Edward has a particularly hard day. Sometimes Old Iron wants to be cuddled too.

LENDS/BORROWS CLOTHES: Both of them tend to steal borrow clothes from each other, but under different circumstances.

At home, it's relatively commonplace to see Edward walking around in one of James's pants, shirts, or even his prized red coat. But more often than not, these are cases of Edward just picking them up of his own accord and James just letting him have it.

Outside, it's James who more actively does the borrowing and Edward who does the lending. James likes to go out ✨IN STYLE✨ without taking into consideration pesky things like the weather. So when James (inevitably) gets cold at night, Edward is the one to lend him his jacket.

PET NAMES: They don't use pet names often, but they do use some of the more basic ones on occasion. For James, Edward would sometimes call him "Jamie", "darling", "dear", or his personal favorite, "love". James usually calls Edward by his full name because Edward prefers it, but sometimes he might slip in an "Eddie", "baby", or a "kitten" in there just to make the old man flustered.

AFFECTION THROUGH WORDS/ACTIONS: This one might seem paradoxical, but let me explain.

James is more receptive to affection through words because he's used to being dismissed. In his worst moments, he can be pretty down on himself as his insecurities eat away at him. At times like these, Edward knows exactly what to say to help James pick himself back up again. It's especially meaningful because Edward absolutely means everything he says. He's not the type to lie just to make James feel better. He's honest and straightforward. If James did something wrong that needs calling out, Edward will tell him (politely of course). So when Edward tells James that he's wonderful or that he's a "really splendid engine", he 100% means it. And you can tell from just the look in his eyes that Edward loves his red boyfriend SO DAMN MUCH.

Conversely, Edward is more receptive to affection through actions. Edward is always the one out caring for everyone else and tends to forget to care for himself too. But at the same time, he's very much the type to never ask for help (even if he needs it). James knows this, so he goes the extra mile to help take some of the load off. If Edward is especially tired one day, James will step up and do Edward's share of the housekeeping without being asked. He'll volunteer to go supervise Bill and Ben so that Edward can take a day off. He'll fix up a warm bath for Edward after a hard day. Anything to make sure Edward is taken care of, James will do it. Not only that, but James is also the one planning most of their dates. ;)

CONFESSING:

Edward NEVER had any plans to confess to James. Romantic relationships are uncommon amongst engines since there's no real use for them. Plus, he didn't think James would be interested in a plain old iron like himself (as he views himself anyway). So Edward was just content to just feel his feelings and never act on them.

James, on the other hand, took several years to both realize and accept that he was in love with Edward. But once he got to that point, he confessed fairly quickly. Sure, there was a normal amount of hesitation and worry that Edward might not feel the same. But he was about 90% sure that Edward loved him back so he didn't end up worrying that much leading up to the confession.

CAN'T DRIVE LOL: Even as engines, they can't drive themselves. Plus, they know trains are the superior way to travel. So if they ever need to go somewhere while shifted into humans, they just catch one of their friends' trains. I don't think they've ever even sat in a car before.

COOKING: Edward loves to cook (especially baking). It was one of the first hobbies he picked up after learning how to shift and he would often make meals to share for the entire Steam Team. James, on the other hand, can cook, but not nearly as well as Edward. He doesn't know as many dishes as Edward. Even the ones they both know, James's, for some reason, aren't as good. The only time James would ever take over cooking is if Edward is feeling too exhausted to do so. There's a mutual acknowledgement between them (and also the rest of the Steam Team) that Edward is the superior chef (and he also enjoys it more). So if he can help it, James prefers to leave the cooking to Edward.

PDA: James absolutely LOVES PDA. He will take literally every opportunity he can to dote on Edward in public so that the entire island knows that they're together, much to Edward's embarrassment. Edward secretly loves the PDA too, and he appreciates how proud James is to be his boyfriend (and later husband). But Edward would never admit it. He tries really hard to at least appear decent in public. That said, when the opportunity arises, Edward does like getting to flip the script and fluster James in front of onlookers.

OVERPROTECTIVE/CHILL GOING: Both are more than reasonably protective over each other, but for different reasons and under different circumstances.

James gets into accidents relatively often, usually as the result of his own dumbassery. So Edward has gotten to a point where he's not too concerned if James winds up in an accident again. He'll still worry a little and warn James to be more careful next time, but Edward knows after a trip to the Steamworks that his boyfriend will be good as new again.

It's when they're shifted into humans when Edward becomes more protective of James.

Because of the way James looks, it's unfortunately not uncommon for James to get harassed while shifted as a human. When this happens, Edward goes into full protective mode to make sure his beloved stays safe. Thankfully, it doesn't happen too often. But it does happen often enough that Edward feels like he has to keep close watch of James while they're traveling after nightfall.

James, on the other hand, always has a bit of worry for Edward at the back of his mind. He knows Edward is capable of handling himself, but he also knows that Edward is old and doesn't recover from accidents as quickly or easily as he does. He worries that if the damage is too great, Edward could be scrapped. So if Edward were to end up in any sort of accident, James would go ballistic. He's puffing over right away to make sure his beloved is okay and may or may not have a fierce word with whoever caused the accident. The same thing goes when they are in human form. If Edward were to end up in some sort of fight, James would put himself in harms way to make sure Edward is protected (even though in human form, Edward is actually physically stronger than James).

RELATIONSHIP EXPERIENCE: Neither of them had any relationship experience before each other, they were each other's firsts. You can maybe argue that Edward has slightly more experience because he's had crushes on other people in the past, but fleeting attraction that is never pursued could hardly count for true experience. Their whole relationship is something that James and Edward are navigating together. It's new and at times a little scary, but there's nobody else James and Edward would rather be with than each other.

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absorbedbutler · 2 years

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Hey, your writing is quite lovely. Is it okay to request an Austin x reader married couple thing where he finds out that while reader enjoys sex, she hasn't come with him before?

this is hypothetical bc in my mind austin always makes sure u cum before him 😋🙏

he had gotten home early, some kind of technical difficulty on a set. he drove back to your shared home with a small smile on his face, very happy to be able to go home and get some extra time with his favorite person.

when he had turned the key in the door and swung it open, you were nowhere to be seen, but your laughs were heard from upstairs in you and austin’s bedroom.

he had quietly stepped up the stairs, eavesdropping on accident.

you were on facetime with your friend, and the conversation had turned to sex.

your friend was sharing her experience with her boyfriend, how he always went down on her before sex, the amount of orgasms he pulled from her in a night, etc.

you were adding into the stories haphazardly, probably sounding like someone who just wanted to keep private but you knew the real reason.

austin was the most perfect dream you could ever imagine, he was kind and sweet and you were thoroughly attracted to him, but he had never made you finish.

you were scared to tell him because you had been together for years, you couldn’t possibly tell him now. you were used to waiting until he fell asleep and finishing the job yourself and you were okay with that.

when you had mentioned this to your friend she went berserk, you hid your face in your hands as you had never told anyone before.

austin stood at the middle of the staircase, heart in his stomach. he beat himself up in his mind for not noticing before and bringing you to this uncomfortable situation.

when he heard the conversation shifted to something different, he started to climb the rest of the stairs with heavy feet so you would hear.

when he showed up in the doorway, you were thrilled and excitedly rambled something about having to go and closing your laptop, running to jump around him.

“you weren’t supposed to home until 11!” you said as your legs wrapped around him.

“got sent home early, hi baby” he smiled down at you completely wrapped around him.

he knew you loved him but now that you knew you had never came with him he just felt different, deciding to put an end to it that night.

after a homemade dinner was cooked and ate by the two of you, taking more than twice the amount of time it should have been, you sat down and watched a movie.

halfway through, his fingers danced around the waist of the boxers you had stolen from him and were now wearing.

it ate away at him that he could see the very very faint expectations etched into your face, that you’d have to fake an orgasm and then rub one out while he was asleep next to you.

he was pressed behind you, your body in between his long legs on the couch.

the back of your head rested on his shoulder, his eyes staying on the movie while he kneaded your thigh with his full hand of rings.

when he went to grip the inside of your thigh which was dangerously close to your core, you took a deep inhale.

his warm hand disappeared under your waistband and started to circle the bud he had always seemed to skip over, leaving it aching.

this time he made sure to take his time on it, hearing noises he had almost never heard from you.

your arm snaked around his, clutching his bicep.

while his thumb was rubbing your clit he slid his ring and middle finger down your slit and into you.

prodding around until he found your sweet spot, he started to massage your g spot.

you were practically fucking yourself on his fingers and he was satisfied when he felt you clenching around them.

he kissed your neck as your legs spread open wider and your eyes closed in pleasure.

when you cried out and he could feel you soak his fingers, he went to your ear, whispering.

“gonna have to update your friend about this tomorrow, i’m not done with you yet.”

#austin butler #austin butler smut #austin elvis x reader #austin butler x reader #sebastian kydd #the carrie diaries #elvis 2022 #elvis smut #austin butler imagine #austin elvis imagine

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elflock-magician · 10 months

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Are you comfortable with Levi x Hu fluff?

I am!! I actually wrote some fluffy stuff of them a bit ago but didn't post cause it felt a lil to short- lol. I'll prolly write something longer about them later. Here's the oneshot:

Summary - Levi and Hu are both absolutely exhausted from a long day. So it’s comforting for the two of them when they finally get a few precious moments alone together.

Both Levi and Hu had a lot of responsibilities. They both put a lot on themselves. Levi tried his best to be strong for his friends. And Hu tried her best to be mature and motherly for her peers. The two of them put a lot on themselves. Especially with how their situation had been getting more tense recently. And especially more so with how the two of them had to constantly break up fights between Nico and Ace, and even some between the others. But Nico and Ace specifically were practically like bickering siblings recently. But regardless, Levi and Hu had a lot on their shoulders. This led to the two of them being quite tired by the end of the day. And at the end of the day when they were both exhausted, they were grateful to have each other.

“Good evening, Hu.” Levi stated as he entered the movie room. “Oh! Good evening to you too, Levi.” Hu replied. Hu was sitting in the movie room, watching a drama movie. “It’s getting rather late.” Levi commented as he entered the room and shut the door behind him.

“Indeed.” Hu chuckled weakly, “I was simply having trouble sleeping. So I was just trying to take my mind off of things.” She explained. “May I join you?” Levi asked. “Of course!” Hu replied and pat the spot next to her on the couch. Levi sat down, though he too seemed rather… tense. But much less so around Hu. It was probably due to the situation earlier that day.

“Thank you.” He said and smiled softly over at Hu. Hu blushed slightly, “Of course.” She replied. “The movie I’m watching is a Drama. It’s a very good story. You’d quite like it, I think.” She added. “I see.” Levi replied as the film played out in front of them. “Hu… If I may ask, why were you having trouble sleeping?” He asked. Hu seemed a little caught-off-guard. A lot of times people tended to ignore Hu’s problems and issues. No one was ever concerned for her. Because Hu was constantly pushing herself to be responsible.

“Ah. Stress, simply. Nothing to worry about.” Hu replied. Levi, though a little hesitantly, put his arm around Hu. “Uhm… Well…” He blushed slightly at his own actions, “While that may be so… Try to relax. We are in this together, you know.” Levi stated. A smile crept onto Hu’s face. She leaned against Levi.

“Yes. We’re in this together, after all.” She said. She seemed to calm down.

The both of them sat in comfortable silence. It wasn’t the awkward kind of tension-filled silence, it was just… nice. The both of them were tired and wanted to get some sleep, and simply enjoyed the company of the other. The drama movie played quietly in the background of the dark room. Hu had fallen asleep, leaning against Levi’s chest, sooner than later. And Levi had done the most dad behavior thing he could possibly do and fell asleep, like, ten minutes into the movie, and had his head flung back as he slept. The two of them really looked like an old married couple. They felt so comfortable and safe around each other. And for both of them, just being close was good enough.

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #danganronpa #hu jing #levi fontana #hu x levi #hu jing x levi fontana #huvi #is that the ship name??#danganronpa despair time fanfic

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thecagedsong · 1 year

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Hey, who wants the first chapter of a fic I have no idea where to take? It would just be an ugly unfinished work on AO3, so I thought, why not unleash it as a tumblr exclusive? Note I have no idea for building the plot or the OC cast necessary to go along with this, so anyone who wants to take this idea and comment or continue, go for it.

The Pirate Adventure (written long before the game concept art came out, fyi)

Katarina arrived early at the castle. Geordo had sent her an urgent invite two days ago, so here she was. At least it was her off day at work so they wouldn’t miss her helping carry packages. Keith had come along like usual.

“I haven’t been here since the International Assembly,” Keith said as they were escorted through the entrance hall.

“Me neither, I wonder if I could stay for the glorious bath service again? Do you think I could squeeze it in? I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life! Though it will be less fun without Sophia and Mary,” she mused.

“Nope, it is entirely improper to ask for a bath,” Keith said quickly. “We’ll just see what he wants. If we get this over with quickly enough, we’ll have time to visit some of the bakeries in the Capitol while we’re here.”

“What a good idea!” Katarina said. “What do you think this is about?”

“Nothing good,” Keith said.

“What makes you say that?”

“Katarina!” Mary’s voice called as they entered a sitting room. “I didn’t realize you were going to be here. Alan just said I needed to visit because the Queen had some questions.”

“Important ones too,” Prince Alan said, walking into the room with his twin.

“Keith, my how your reading comprehension skills have fallen in the past year,” Prince Geordo said. “Though I don’t know how you could misinterpret ‘Keith is not allowed to come’. It’s a statement so plain a six-year-old would understand it.”

“If that didn’t work the first twenty times you tried to prevent me from accompanying my sister, I don’t see why adding the words ‘I am serious. Keith may not come by order of the Crown,’ would keep me away,” Keith said, smiling just as pleasantly.

“Oh, I don’t know, possibly because the crown giving this order isn’t my little brother’s, but my father’s?” Prince Geoffrey said, walking in with Lady Randall on his arm. “Now we’re going to have to swear you to secrecy about the fact that this meeting took place at all and still send you to wait for your sister in the stables.”

“Wait, w-what?” Keith stammered. “Prince Geoffrey, what are you doing here?”

“Garlan, please see to it that Lord Claes understands the secrecy of this meeting, then escort him to wait for his sister in the library.” Prince Ian said, standing up from a couch that had been facing the wrong way for Katarina to see him. “We’re not heathens Geoffrey, we don’t have to make him wait in the stables.” He helped Lady Selena stand up and handed Keith the book he had been reading. “Here, the history of early Sorcier is fascinating, don’t you think? Enjoy it while you wait.”

“As you request, your Highness,” a servant said.

Keith shot Mary a look as the servant Garlan pulled him from the room.

Katarina smiled and waved at him, hopefully convincing her brother she wasn’t going to do anything foolish, before turning to the group. “So why am I here? Lady Suzanna can help the Queen better with anything Ministry related, and Mary with anything political.”

Suzanna cooed, “You really are the most precious thing. Go on Geordo, convince her.”

Prince Geordo sighed and stepped up close to Katarina, carefully placing her hand on his arm in proper escort position. Looking her straight in the eyes, he said, “You are here because you are going to be my wife after we get married. This is a family meeting that affects all of us, so Mother and Father thought it appropriate for everyone to discuss it together.”

“Ah,” Mary said gently, and laid her hand delicately on Alan’s arm. She glanced at Alan, then back to Geordo, “Is it that time already?”

“No, not quite yet, but it draws ever closer, and we have to consider information that affects that,” Prince Geoffrey said. “No one besides us and Keith Claes know that this meeting is more than individual private dates. Aside from Garlan, no servant is attending us. Mother and Father are waiting for us in Mother’s Tea Room. Not even the most skilled wind magic can eavesdrop in there, so it is where we hold private and essential family meetings. We best not keep them waiting.”

“Well put,” Prince Ian agreed, leading his fiancée out a different door than where keith went. Prince Geoffrey and Lady Suzanna followed, and after a moment, so did Alan and Mary.

“Are you tired? You’re walking slower than normal,” Katarina asked as they fell further behind his brothers.

“I wanted to make sure you understood something before you hear everything,” Prince Geordo said. “I will pick you over being King every time, though I hope you are willing to stick with me and become Queen if that’s the only way to keep Sorcerier politically stable. Do you understand?”

“What? Geordo, I’d make a terrible Queen. I’m not cut out to be royalty at all,” she denied automatically.

“The thing about being royalty, is that you have the power to be whatever kind of royal you wish, and that becomes the standard for what it means to be royal,” he said calmly. “Do you understand?”

“Not really. But aren’t we keeping your parents waiting?” she asked, still not quite ready to address the question of Prince Geordo’s feelings, though the time was growing nearer where she promised to give her answer.

“They can wait, and so can I. I’ll wait however long it takes me to convince you of how wonderful you are and how much I love you,” Prince Geordo said, making her blush. “But since you don’t want to be Queen, I don’t want to be King. Can you understand that much?”

Her eyebrows drew together, “but you’re so perfect, you’d be so good at it! People respect you, they follow what you say, and you’re smart enough to make the right decisions and clever enough to see them through. Threatening enough that people won’t challenge you, and kind enough to make sure no one ever wants to.”

He pressed a kiss to her hand, “You have no idea how much I adore you for saying that,” he said, the closeness making her blush. “But I’m only this good of a person when I have someone to protect and someone to remind me to be kind. If you can’t trust my reasoning right now, trust that I do not want to be king. And trust yourself. Alan and I are going to ask you something, and I want you think hard if it is something you would enjoy and think of nothing else. Promise me that, and we can catch up with the others.”

“I promise,” she said, meeting his eyes. Whether something would be fun is always one of her considerations.

He pulled away and led her the rest of the way to the Queen’s tea room. It was kind of odd that the most private room in the castle was the Queen’s tea room, shouldn’t it be like the state room or the King’s office or something?

Ten chairs were set up and Prince Geordo led her to a pair of chairs between Alan and Lady Selena.

“Thank you all for coming, we apologize for the false pretenses,” the Queen said, standing up to pour tea from a huge teapot. She served everyone there, which was odd, but you didn’t tell the queen what to do in her own tearoom.

Oh, that’s probably what Geordo meant by royalty defining what it means to be royal. Mother would have had her or Keith serve the tea, but the Queen could just say ‘I’m going to serve the tea today’ and everyone has to go along with it. That was kind of cool.

“Please, I’m dying of curiosity,” Suzanna said. “Geordo already hinted that this isn’t the official King’s Choice, so what are we here for?”

And out came the whole long story. And it was a story, like something out of one of her books. A royal ship had gone rogue and was pirating other ships, both from Sorcerie and other nations, captained by a wind mage, Selena’s brother, who had either abruptly turned traitor or was under the influence of dark magic. The political implications damaging Prince Ian and Lady Selena’s reputation international and domestically as a throne candidate, possibly swaying his faction to Prince Geordo or Prince Alan and Mary.

Larna looked enthralled, Selena looked to be on the verge of tears no matter how often everyone affirmed that they didn’t blame her for Katarina’s kidnapping or her brother’s possible betrayal. Mary was perfectly poised, like she was preparing for a test. All the princes looked serious, even Geoffrey, who could come off as a goofball.

“Pardon my forwardness,” Mary said, setting aside her teacup, “But I must ask this question to fully understand the situation. Do any of you princes wish to be King? And Your Majesty, I understand you have delayed picking an heir to allow Prince Geoffrey and Prince Ian to clean up corruption in the court, but please confirm if you intend to pick an heir or if you intend to allow the legislature vote one of your sons into your position.”

“I don’t,” Prince Alan said right off the bat.

“I do not either, though I will if the other option is a civil war because none of us were willing,” Prince Geordo said. “A responsibility, not a desire.”

“It is more a responsibility than a desire for me as well,” Prince Ian said, “Though I am less opposed to it than Geordo. I have long understood that this position might fall to me, and am ready to accept it, though I know I will depend on my brothers’ aid should I assume Kingship.”

“I don’t want it at all,” Prince Geoffrey laughed. “It keeps me from much more interesting and important endeavors, but there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my brothers, so I’ll do it since none of them want to.”

“Thank you,” Mary nodded, perfectly poised. “And Your Majesty?”

“I would rather not be the one who decides which of my sons bears the burden of the crown,” the King admitted. “Though I am proud that all of them acknowledge it as a duty rather than a prize. I believe it speaks well to our parenting that you all desire happiness over power. When I set this law to prevent the recurrence of the blood bath that heralded my reign, I didn’t realize how difficult this choice would be. I have documents naming my heir in the event of my death that my wife and the Prime Minister have seen, but I intend to let the legislature create a system for selecting the monarch out of the proper generation and family of heirs. I believe it is the most likely path to a continued peace for my family and my country. Also my sons would understand that if they are chosen as heir, it is indeed duty that compels them to the position. Does that satisfy you, Lady Hunt?”

“Yes, it does.”

“What are we going to do to get my brother back? Please, I need to know,” Selena said, holding Prince Ian’s hand. She was so brave! Katarina reached across Geordo’s chair to place a hand on her shoulder, and Selena gave a small smile in gratitude. She pulled back her hand, but Prince Geordo caught it and kissed the back of it, making her blush. He didn’t release her hand, but let it rest between them.

“Obviously we have to recover your brother and the possible black magic user controlling him. We have yet to catch Sara, but I’m not sure about the possible motive she would have,” Lady Suzanna mused, “This seems purposeful. There is something someone is looking for on these ships, it doesn’t seem like one of her experiments.”

“Perhaps the dark magic user was a child slave looking for other slaves,” Prince Geoffrey posited. “We’ve led several raids these past three months, but the nature of dark magic makes it difficult to tell how clean those events were and if someone got away. We also have had trouble working diplomatically with other countries to attack this problem, as they refuse to acknowledge the possibility that they have a problem with magic child slavery since their positions benefit from it.”

“That’s possible, but we should stay open other possibilities,” Suzanna mused. “A magic tool from some of the archeological troves abroad are going to be transported to Sorcier soon for our ministry experts to take look, that makes a fine prize for a dark magic user. Or kingdoms that know certain magic tools can be used by non-magic users might be trying to claim it first. Or the plan is simply to sow dissent among Prince Ian’s faction. As for the plan to resolve this issue, to take down a royal ship it would have to be a small crew on a fast vessel with a lot of power. Wind, Ice, and Fire mages would make up the party preferably, as well as something to counter the possible dark magic and all should be prepared for combat.”

“Those were our thoughts,” the King agreed, “We were hoping to quietly borrow Alexander and to ask Lady Selena to obtain an important personal item of Lord Gaiman to work it. The sea has the advantage over land in that a ship can sail directly as pointed, and wind and water mages with the proper tools and working together make wind and tides no barrier.”

“Consider it done,” Lady Selena said immediately. “And if…if it turns out my brother has turned traitor of his own accord, I swear my house will completely denounce him.”

“Selena,” Ian said reverently, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Thank you.”

She was flushed pink. “I could hardly do anything else.”

“We have also offered the opportunity to Geordo and Alan to be on the team that recovers Lord Gaiman,” The Queen said, and Katarina looked at rapidly between the princes beside her.

“What? But to put the princes on such a dangerous mission,” Mary said, frowning. “That seems careless.”

“They both have experience with the aftermath and effects of dark magic, useful and powerful magic to offer, and it might be beneficial politically if they wish to keep from attracting bigger factions. To appear to have abandoned politics when this information comes to light will prevent favor from falling to them.”

Mary frowned, “Prince Alan doesn’t have a faction. I’ve made sure of that.”

“Alan doesn’t, but you do,” Prince Geordo pointed out. “You’ve got blackmail on so many families, they presume you want to be Queen.”

Mary’s eyebrows rose, “It will be a simple matter to dispel that notion. And Prince Geordo’s firmest supporters in neutrality are aware that he does not seek or want the throne and know that Katarina is . . . I think the danger of power shifting is being overstated. If people are foolish enough to misunderstand the nature of dark magic control, which several of their daughters have experienced firsthand, they will push towards the first prince, who has several more years of experience.”

“How wonderful that you will remain here to monitor that shift in opinion,” Prince Geordo said drily. “However, am I to understand that you don’t want me to be sent on a dangerous, several month quest for the good of the kingdom? Or is it just your own fiancé that you protest leaving?”

Mary glanced quickly at Katarina, who shrugged as she wasn’t sure how to feel about what everyone was talking about.

“While I admit it is a wonderful opportunity for you to leave, explore other lifestyles, and gain some needed leadership skills,” Mary said. “It concerns me greatly that your family is considering letting either of you place yourselves in danger due to issues surrounding kingship. I dislike the precedent it sets and the implications about the value of your lives.”

“It’s one ship, one dark mage, we’d have a whole team of the military and ministry’s best helping us,” Alan said. “It isn’t careless. It’s calculated to show that we care. Maybe in the past the royal family has been considered too precious to get our hands dirty, but none of us are that kind of royal and we don’t want to be. I intend to accept the offer to join the mission.”

“I see,” Mary said, looking around, “and you intend to respect his decision.”

“I trust my sons to return to me,” the Queen said. “Including Alan, though I will insist on a light mage accompanying the party to assist with healing and dark magic detection.”

Alan nodded, “I already have a few names in mind. Not Maria,” he said, glancing at Katarina. “She has powerful magic, and experience with dark magic, but she is a liability in a combat situation.”

Well that’s true enough. Part of the reason Maria falls in love with the capture targets is because of all the times she was unable to protect herself. She almost got kidnapped herself at the last International Assembly. Katarina does her best to protect her, but she could see why Prince Alan wouldn’t want Maria on such a long and dangerous quest, even if she is a super cool white mage. Maria is brave enough, but Katarina knows she would be scared.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Prince Geordo admitted, “I can see the benefits of both going and not going. I dislike the idea of leaving Alan by himself, but I dislike the thought of leaving Katarina without my aid more. Lady Selena barely knew us and she knew that I would resign all rights to the throne if you asked or it would keep you safe, I don’t doubt that others are aware as well. Even if the worry is out of proportion, all it would take is one too ambitious noble to make you a target,” he said, squeezing her hand.

He took a deep breath and said, “Remember what I asked in the hallway, think about if this is something you really want, but I would invite you to come with us and be part of the team.”

“How could you—” Mary started to say, but Prince Alan distracted her with a shoulder touch, and Prince Geordo continued over Mary’s attempt at interruptions.

“Your dark magic, sword skills, and persuasion would make a fitting addition to the team. I trust Pochi to help you and to sense dark magic. I would assist in protecting you, of course, while we are abroad, but I won’t lie and say it will be easy.” Prince Geordo explained, never looking away from her eyes. “Many of the comforts you have now would be temporarily suspended, such as your access to sweets, farmland, and romance novels that you can’t carry with you. Anne would be welcome as the ship’s cook and your valet, if you do come. Please tell me if this is something you would like. You would be assigned this job through the ministry, so you would continue to be in their employ.”

“How could you support this decision!” Mary charged Alan.

The Fourth Prince shrugged, “My brother’s underselling it. I was the one that suggested Katarina come with us. Come on,” he said, leaning close to Katarina, “Haven’t you ever wanted to learn if you can climb the mast of a ship as fast as you can climb a tree?”

For a second she saw herself swinging from the edge of the crow’s nest, laughing, and she really, really wanted it. Katarina always wanted to travel, this could be her chance.

“But Lady Katarina, think of the people you will be leaving behind for an unknown amount of time! Myself, your brother, Sophia and Maria, you can’t possibly think of leaving us behind like that!” Mary protested.

“You will also be leaving your mother behind,” Prince Geordo pointed out. “She won’t be able to scold you for anything you do on the ship, and you will be free to act as you please. Keith will have the chance to grow up without you watching out for him all the time, as will Maria and Sophia. Mary will be busy handling politics, and we will keep you safe so you can return to see them again. It is a very adult decision you have to make here, but I will support whatever decision you make.”

But if she chooses to stay, Geordo will stay too, leaving Alan with a bunch of strangers to track down the dark mage.

“I find myself inclined to volunteer for this mission,” Lady Randall offered, eyes gleaming. “That would continue to limit the number of those who are aware of the rouge ship, and my presence will not affect our reputation as I am often absent on jobs for the ministry. I have several magic tools that I have been unable to test on land. As a powerful wind mage and a member of the Ministry, I believe I fit the criteria.”

Katarina could already see Raphael weeping over handling the magic tool requisition forms without Lady Larna.

Prince Geoffrey and Lady Suzanna shared some kind of secret message with their eyes, before the eldest prince broke into a wide smile. “I support my fiancée taking this trip completely. None better to handle Chaos afoot. Until the rumor breaks, I’ll redouble my diplomacy efforts to see about rooting out the slavery trade abroad. I must stay to handle the nobles of my faction, but I’ll feel much better letting you handle this issue personally, my dear.”

“We’ll be able to spin the tale of which of us is credited with the capture to our liking if Lady Randall is part of the party,” Prince Geordo said. “It would be coupled with the reveal of Lady Larna and Lady Randall, but could be powerful to give this win to Geoffrey if whispered in the right ears or supported with an award for services to the crown. Or we could credit this win to the Ministry, with all of us in support, changing the dialog of power factions to between Ian and the Ministry, rather than between brothers.”

“If Selena and I are the only ones present in Court as a united front,” Ian strategized, “We might be able to keep from opinion swaying too far out of our favor, no matter if her brother’s identity is revealed.”

“Stop,” Mary said. “We have yet to hear Lady Katarina accept this in any way. Do not make plans for her consent, the pressure is unfair.”

“Quite right,” Prince Geordo said, turning back to her. “May we hear your thoughts, Dearest?”

To go on a ministry trip/overseas adventure with Alan and Geordo and Lady Larna, to track down pirates using dark magic and be free from her mom and give Keith a chance to grow without her. But Keith would grow without her, and Mary and Maria and Sophia would too and she wouldn’t see it. But if she didn’t go, then Prince Alan wouldn’t have Prince Geordo at his back, and she’d be stuck with extra security because of politics she didn’t completely understand and she could do something weird that would mess everything up. People already called her a saintess for some reason, what if she did something to convince them she would make a good queen? (And she didn’t want even think about what her mother would say about that.)

“When would we leave?” Katarina asked.

“Soon as possible, tomorrow evening,” Prince Alan said. “We’ll take a carriage overnight to get us to Westbeach, and set sail the following morning.”

“That’s really fast,” Katarina said uncertainly.

“Exactly. You wouldn’t be able to tell your family or friends what you were doing, could you really leave them like this?” Mary asked.

“She already can’t tell them about the stuff she does for the Ministry,” Prince Alan pointed out. “There isn’t anything special about this, except for how long she’ll be gone.”

“Which could be months!”

While Mary and Alan argued, she watched Prince Geordo. Whatever she said, this affected him too, since he’d do what she wanted. It was hard to tell, but Katarina had known him longer than any of her other friends, and knew he wanted to go. He wanted to be there for Alan. He wanted her there too.

He said she should pick whatever she wanted, but what she wanted was her friends to be happy and safe.

“Did everyone else approve of their plans to asked Lady Katarina?” Mary asked the rest of the room. “The Claes family will be vicious should something happen to her.”

“I suspected it, when they asked to talk about this between themselves,” Prince Geoffrey said. “I am fine with it. As mentioned, we are not sending Katarina into a more dangerous situation than we are sending my brothers and fiancee into. I believe the Claes would approve the philosophy and respect that Katarina is an adult woman who can make her own choices.”

“Katarina is one of the bravest, strongest, and kindest people I know,” Lady Selena said, her voice soft but her tone strong, “I would trust her to treat my brother right, and to come home safe with him.”

“We presented this as a test for our children,” the King said, glancing at his wife, “to see how they would confront a challenge. We will support their decision and allow them to deal with the consequences of their actions. It is the only way to let your children grow, Lady Hunt. Something you will understand one day for yourself.”

“I agree with my husband, though my heart longs for me to agree with you, Lady Hunt,” the Queen said sadly. “I wish my children safe and unharmed, but I cannot clip their wings when the world demands they fly. This way they fly free by their own choice and not someone else’s. They offer Lady Claes the same opportunity, which Lady Claes has earned by her own independence in working at the ministry in the first place.”

Her own choice. Free. Living on a ship, no mother or Keith to tell her how to behave. Just Prince Alan, who lets her go with a laugh, and Prince Geordo, who is easy enough to convince with the right smile. She’s not scared for her safety, Prince Geordo and Prince Alan totally had Plot Armor, and there were no doom flags with Maria back on the mainland.

Yes, it would be hard to go without sweets or novels, but she was already a working girl. This was part of it. Or, it would have been part of it in her last life. She probably wouldn’t have gone to college like two of her brothers, but she would have gone out to live on her own after getting a job. Here in Sorciere, the culture was that she would move directly from her parents house to her husband’s house, no time to be independent and just live on her own terms like she had always imagined being an adult would be like.

A real adventure where doom flags don’t come from fate, but from not being skilled enough.

Freedom tastes like wind and salt water.

“Of course I want to go! Leave it to me!” Katarina said with a smile.

#hamefura #the pirate adventure #seriously #no idea where to take this plot bunny #it's just this #and some dialog from the king and queen presenting the plan to their sons #I now invite you #where would you take this?

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thegoosewiththemost · 2 years

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Haunting - Part 9

Summary: Couch shenanigans with BJ.

Read Part 8 here

Read Part 10 here

You sat at opposite ends of the couch with Lawrence, trying to keep as much distance between you as possible as you absentmindedly tuned in and out of the movie airing on the television.

It was an old rerun of The Proposal that Betelgeuse seemed to be paying an absurd amount of attention to. For someone who was always so chaotic 90% of the time, he was a surprisingly fast learner when he focussed as you had come to find out. He was unnervingly quiet now, which was both a relief and and a worry to you. But, an occupied Betelgeuse was a non-destructive, less salacious one, and that was a win in your book.

Your mind was elsewhere as you tried to construct a natural way to bring up the fact that he needed to move out eventually. You didn’t want to give him false hope in this being anything more than originally agreed to. Just as an ad flicked on, his harsh voice interrupted your thoughts. “...like us right?” You blinked out of your stupor, feeling the heat in your cheeks as you admitted to him that you only heard the last part of that.

“I was saying, this movie sounds like it’s about us.”

“Uh huh. You know, I can see that; blackmailing into marriage and all that shebang. Glad we agree on that point!”

“So when are we going to start falling in love already?”

“Probably never. Aren’t we getting a divorce, Beej?” You scoffed, shutting him down before he could begin to flirt.

“Can’t hurt to play the happy couple while we’re still married.” He shrugged, noncommittal. His tone was playful, but you saw the slight sag in his posture which betrayed his thoughts.

You hesitated for a moment, “Have you ever been in love before, Beej?”

“I was born dead, babes. I never got the chance to live. Or love.”

“Oh Lawrence,” you cooed gently, scooting closer to him, you laid a hand on his shoulder, “Love is... love is so many things all at once. It’s a feeling of warmth in your heart, the compassion and care that you feel for someone else without expecting anything in return. It’s vulnerability; the sense of safety you have when you share your most private thoughts, accepting each other’s flaws. Love isn’t always romantic, and most times it’s far from picture perfect.” You gestured toward the screen. Somewhere along the way, the ads had ended and the movie was on again.

“Does that mean you love me? You don’t expect anything in return from letting me stay here.” From the periphery of your vision, you could see the hopeful shine in his eyes as you struggled to meet them, feeling unexpectedly flustered by the question.

“Well! It’s more a friendship kind of love.” You clarified quickly, conveniently leaving out the fact that he would need to find his own place to live once this arrangement ended.

“I’ve always wanted to be loved. It feels nice, ‘s everything I thought it would be.” Lawrence confessed shyly. There was a twinge of guilt that twisted in your heart as you heard those words.

Suddenly, you didn’t want him to go. You wanted to keep him here, in the safety of this space that you had created where he could stay, loved and protected from the cruelty of the living world he was so enamoured with. But at the back of your mind, you knew that it was simply not possible. You knew, because you were once as naive and tender as he was now. You knew better now than to believe in fanciful dreams. Someday, he would see the disconnect between his expectations and the cold hard reality. Your mouth felt dry, at the realisation.

But maybe, maybe he wouldn’t or he would take it in his stride. Maybe he would remain ever the optimist. You were projecting your own experience on him too much.

“Me too. I think a great majority of people want to be loved, even if they don’t admit it. Everyone seeks connections, it’s like the great mystery of our human nature, we crave those bonds.”

“Is that why you let me stay with you? Because you’re lonely?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes at what you just heard, “Says the lonely guy! First of all, that was uncalled for, I am NOT lonely! And besides, you need time to adjust.”

“Sureee you’re not lonely, babes. You lust after companionship, you want someone who’ll be there to love you.”

How did he...

His eyes seemed to study your face intently, searching for some kind of reaction. He’s calling your bluff, he can’t actually know.

“You want romance.” He split a smile, smug as he leaned his side into yours, “your mind is like an open book, babes, how could I not know?”

Oh my god. Could he hear your thoughts now?

“You can still read my mind? I thought you lost all your powers once you became human!”

“I can’t anymore! But I did do a lot of... perusing, in my spare time before I got my share of life. And let’s just say, not everything I came across was PG!”

Oh no! Your face blanched at the sickening realisation that he knew practically everything there was to know about you. You sank your face into your hands, feeling disgusted and embarrassed.

“Oh god...”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, babes!” He teased, “a Millenia on earth with nothing to do, I can guarantee you I’ve seen much worse! And for the record, that guy is an asshat. He doesn’t deserve your love.” He wrinkled his nose up in disgust.

“What makes you think that?” The man he was referring to, a well dressed and courteous coworker who flirted with you seemed like quite a catch to you.

“He’s got a girlfriend on the side. And you uh, don’t strike me as the polyamorous type.”

“WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? He told me he was single.” You couldn’t help but feel that twinge of anger mixed with disappointment at the situation, but it quickly faded into gratefulness. It could be worse, you could be the third wheel in a relationship with him. “I feel like such a fool, Beej! What was I thinking?” You wailed dramatically in complete defeat.

“You couldn’t have known.” He soothed, wrapping an arm about your shoulders, enveloping you in his warmth. Involuntarily, you leaned into his touch, resting your head against him drawing a low sigh of contentment from your couch partner.

It was peaceful, dreamy even and you felt that you could stay there forever wrapped in this domestic comfort with the low chatter of the TV in the background. For a moment, it felt so normal. It didn’t last long though.

Twisting your face up to look at him, you narrowed your eyes. “Beej, why didn’t you tell me earlier? You’re not trying to gaslight me, are you?”

“Would you have believed me back then?”

“You have a point.”

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thepinkwriterr · 2 years

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Capricorn Season Chapter Fourteen

Hello, sorry for the lapse in posting. I’ve had this chapter finished since April but I haven’t published it because I wasn’t very proud of it. I have most of the story finished but now I need to do re-writes and major editing. This is the part I’m not very good with! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. No special header for this one. I plan to post another chapter next week. As always, just ask to be added to the taglist if you'd like to be. My inbox is always open and ready for submissions! Thanks.

"Hello!" I was bubbly, the wash of morning gone. The sun had awoken me from my peaceful slumber by trickling around the drawn curtains. I hadn't been outside yet, but I figured it was still chilly.

"Hello, love. What time is it there?"

His voice was soft and smooth, like warm water down your throat.

"Only nine A.M. What about for you?"

"It is 11. We've just had breakfast, and now I'm calling. I wanted to hear the sound of your sweet voice to wake me."

"You're far too kind," I giggled and picked at the edge of my white sock.

"Love, I miss you so." He sighed. His cheery tone dropped and his voice was flat.

"I miss you as well. It is so lonely here without the sounds of your guitar and laughter."

"I feel that my heart has died without you. I can't believe how I feel. Every night I just lay in my bed, missing the feeling of you in my arms. This has never happened to me before, I've never felt this way. I fear that I am losing you, the distance between us too great."

"I know, I feel the same way. But you know you're not losing me. This is so- this is so odd, you know that, right?"

"What is?"

"The way we are. I mean, it was like one day we were just- I feel so silly saying this. But it's like one day we were just married. We met all of sudden and now I'm looking after your home, receiving your calls of despair like you're some down-trodden soldier looking for comfort."

I laughed as I wandered around the kitchen, moving as far as the chord would allow me. The room was messy, with dishes stacked in the sink and snacks left out on the counter. I felt bad for my lack of cleaning skills and was a little glad he wasn't here to see his house in a state of disarray. I didn't even want to think about what he would say if he saw the living room!

"I know that this is all a bit sudden and inane. But it feels right, doesn't it?"

"I suppose it does. But I can't help feeling that it's all a dream. I always think I'm going to wake tomorrow, back in my apartment, and wonder who you really are."

"Every day is a production of sanity, Guinevere. We are only sane if we believe we are. And I don't know if we've ever been. Why pretend the feeling is not there when it is? Even when we are apart I can feel the beating of your heart, the warmth of your hands on mine."

We finished our phone conversation shortly after his omission of feeling. There was a light in my chest, a calling of love. I worried about this and fought to push it down. Surely he tells every girl this. My eyes traced feminine figures up and down the stairs, in the kitchen, lying on the couch. I wonder how many women he'd conned into looking after him and his house. But that was the dark, the anxious part of my brain. It was the primal part. The center where my abandonment issues lingered, creeping out only to destroy things that I held dear. The whole of my mind was settled on the truth. And the truth was, he wanted me to stay at his house, offered for Lucy to join, and called me each day. The ringing was clockwork, a mysterious and unpunctual thing, but recurring nonetheless. When I heard the phone I was happy, knowing it was him. Sometimes I'd have an awkward conversation with a friend of his, occasionally having to turn away those looking to do business with him. I would pen their information and pass it along to Jimmy. But when I heard the operator, "distance call from Mr. Page", I was delighted. I wasn't into the business of lying to myself, and I couldn't deny how happy he made me. That was what frightened me the most, I suppose. He made me feel something, awakened that cold and slumbering organ in my chest.

"Distance call from Mr. Page." The operator was the first voice I heard. When these words were spoken I could feel my heart rattling in its cage, wanting to burst free from the shackles of my body. When the line gave way to his lilting accent of velvet and song, I could've cried in happiness. "Hello, love. How are you doing on this fine evening?"

"Well, it's not evening here. It's midday, but I'm doing fine. Just made something to eat and was settling down with some poetry and petting Lucy." I looked at the ball of fluff that was perched on the counter. I tried my best to shoo her from there when I could, not wanting Jimmy to see that I allowed her on there when he returned.

"That sounds lovely. What book are you reading now? Still the same as last time?"

"No, actually, it's a new one. It's a collection of works by Percy Bysshe Shelley. They're quite good. Mostly about love, which happens to be my favorite subject."

"You'll have to send me some. I would love to hear one."

"I will include my favorite in your next letter. That'll be sent to Iceland, correct?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right. I hate that we have to plan this stuff out. I'm sorry you don't have a normal relationship."

If it weren't for his charming and breathy laugh my chest would have ached in sorrow at his words. "Well, I wouldn't trade it for the world. You're a gem, one I don't mind waiting for." I could hear the smile in his voice as he went on, rambling about the tour and all the things he's seen. I enjoyed hearing his tales, occasionally getting interrupted by his bandmates or people wanting his attention. But he always turned them away, stating that he would be with them when his phone call was over.

I cherished these moments with him when it was just the two of us on this phone. I pulled up a white chair and sat next to the hanging rotary phone that belonged to Jimmy, in his house, wearing his clothing. I was entirely engulfed in him and I enjoyed every second of it. The lack of stability once scared me, not long ago. But ever since he'd made me his girlfriend I felt better than ever. With the letters and phone calls, I felt less lonely, but nothing ever satiated my thirst for him like having him in my presence. I would have to settle for hearing his voice and reading his sprawling script.

"Hi, Gwenythn! I hope you're having a great time in dreary England. Not too much fun, I suppose." Bonzo was yelling over Jimmy, being his usual obnoxious and garish self. "That was right in my ear, Bonz. What the hell!"

"Sorry, Jim, I wanted to say hi to the broad. Tell her what a good boy you've been."

"Here, let me talk to him." I laughed. When I could hear the phone being passed I spoke once more, "I know he's being good, I've got him nice and whipped. Are you being good?" His laughter pelted my ears, thunderous and full, as always. "Of course!"

"No shenanigans, right? You're not messing up any hotel rooms or tearing up any stages?"

"Of course I am. But that is good for me, I suppose. Are you taking a lot of photos? Being as charming and impish as ever?"

"I'm trying, at the very least."

"You and Pagey are a match made in heaven. You both spend too much time in those pretty little heads. I always wonder what he's thinking, wearing that stone-cold face, fiddling with his hands."

"You and me both. If you think it's hard to be his bandmate, imagine how it is to be his girlfriend!"

"Girlfriend? Oh, we've made things official. Way to go, Pagey! You better marry this one, I think she really likes you." He laughed once more, no doubt annoying Jimmy. I could see his sour face now, features twisted in annoyance and anger. "Okay, okay, I'll leave you be. Have to call my wife, and talk to the kids. Enjoy your night, Gwen."

"You as well, Bonz," I spoke but he was already gone, replaced by Jimmy's sighing. "I apologize for that. He's being himself, as always."

"I'm quite used to it, fortunately. I enjoy his teasing, especially when it's aimed at you. Your face is so cute when you're pissed off."

"Oh, shut up." He was laughing now too, a glorious sound of light and glee. I never tired of hearing this. "You can't even see me."

"Yeah, but I know you're grimacing right now."

"I have some news to share with the group." Bonzo was wearing a cheeky smile. Trouble was brewing when he was painted pink with this look. "Well, go on." Peter was intrigued, thinking the news was of any real importance. "It seems our friend, James Page, has truly ended his reign over the female gender. Parents will no longer need to lock up their daughters and hide their hairspray, as he's found the girl for him. I thought all this "I'm done with the groupies" muck was just talk, something he'd put aside quickly. But no, it seems to be true. He's made our dear photographer, Gwen, his girlfriend. Told me herself just an hour ago."

Robert was the only one really interested now. Peter rolled his eyes and turned around, sick to death of their poking and prodding at one another. He swore they were actually a group of women, the way they fought like catty birds. Jonesy was happy for the couple but didn't care for the display of Jimmy's private business. He enjoyed Gwen's company and saw that their love was true. Bonzo tended to take things too far and Jimmy was especially touchy. Mostly in the matters of his personal life. The dealings of a man's heart concerned only him, Jonesy thought.

"You have? Well, isn't that wonderful! We'll have to call up the chapel and prepare the rings." Robert matched Bonzo's smirk, now teasing his guitarist. They were double trouble, tag-teaming an assault on Jimmy's peace. "Will you two shut up? Don't act as if you've never had one."

"No, not a love as grand and deep as yours! Tell us, she sends you love poems, doesn't she?"

"Even my wife doesn't send me letters. This girl must really care about you."

"Guys, c'mon, leave him alone. He's clearly not right in the head. This woman must have you pretty lovesick to quit the groupies." Richard nudged Jimmy with his elbow, earning a glare from him. "You all think you're so funny, don't you?" He grimaced. "Downright hilarious," Robert said. "We must be if it's bothering you." Bonzo smiled with a shit-eating grin. Jimmy stood and stomped out of the room, arms crossed and anger on his face. "You all just have to take the piss, don't you? Well, I hope you're happy." Peter followed suit, mirroring the grumpy guitarist's actions. "Jeez, what's up everyone's ass today?" Bonzo asked. "I'm not sure. But we all know if Jimmy's not happy, no one can be."

"I can't imagine what it's like to be Gwen. With him around, it's already like having a girlfriend." Robert rolled his eyes. Everything had to be a certain way around Jimmy, it had to be his way. "She must be a lesbian." Richard cracked. This caused the guys to laugh, even Jonesy joined in.

Dearest James,

I thought you would find this interesting. I read about an artist named A.Y. Jackson. He's Canadian and paints beautiful landscapes, but is known for his paintings of war. It's not garish or gory like you'd think, rather it's wonderful and shows the beauty of Canada. There was a school in Toronto that opened with his name and he attended the opening, that's where I heard about him. I enclosed a clipping of the paper I found. I figure you miss the papers here, the American ones are a daft drag. I'm starting to sound so British, aren't I? By the time you get back, I'll have the accent and everything.

I hope your tour is going well and I hope you're enjoying yourself. I am having a great time here, working away at a job I hate. I feel like I'm performing slave labor! Johnathan has me doing the most menial tasks. I think he wants to punish me. For what, I am not sure. But it feels like a punishment. I got him a fucking coffee yesterday. I am supposed to be taking actual photos! Ever since I did that shoot with The Who he's been upset with me. Maybe that's what has him so pissed. Anyway, I hope this letter finds you well. Tell me about your travels and tour stories.

I have also included my favorite poem from my book! It is titled "Indian Serenade" and was published in 1819. I hope you enjoy it.

I arise from dreams of thee

In the first sweet sleep of night,

When the winds are breathing low,

And the stars are shining bright:

I arise from dreams of thee,

And a spirit in my feet

Hath led me—who knows how?

To thy chamber window, Sweet!

The wandering airs they faint

On the dark, the silent stream—

The Champak odors fail

Like sweet thoughts in a dream;

The Nightingale's complaint,

It dies upon her heart;—

As I must on thine,

Oh, belovèd as thou art!

Oh lift me from the grass!

I die! I faint! I fail!

Let thy love in kisses rain

On my lips and eyelids pale.

My cheek is cold and white, alas!

My heart beats loud and fast;—

Oh! press it to thine own again,

Where it will break at last.

Love,

Gwen

Fair Guinevere,

I found some works by A.Y. Jackson and they are lovely. I appreciate you passing the message of his genius along. I enjoyed looking at his work so! I hate that you're not having a good time at work. Perhaps talk with Johnathan about your role at the company? He seems to have a stick up his ass. I'm sure he's just intimidated by your talent.

We're currently in Iceland and it is wonderful. It is a Nordic nation that has beautiful scenery of geysers, volcanoes, hot springs, and lava fields. A lava field is something I'd never heard of before traveling here. It is an ocean of dark and muddied lava, shielded by grass and dirt. With a name like Iceland, you'd think it's a Taiga wasteland, but it's not. How misleading! There are great and bounding stretches of green land, adorned with caves and cliffs. Robert said it reminded him of Middle Earth, and I have to agree. It is so beautiful here, I only wish you were here. The only sight that would be better than these sprawling hills and hot springs is you. I miss the smooth skin that covers your lithe frame, the delicate chin, and eyes you possess. Luckily I will be home soon, back in our home and in your arms, where I most certainly belong.

That poem was very lovely. It made me think of how much I miss you and your lips. I read it many times over and even showed it to Robert, although he only laughed at you sending me poems. I'm sure he enjoyed it nonetheless. At the risk of sounding ignorant, what is Champak?

Lastly, do not think I overlooked your greeting. As you know I admonish the moniker of "James". But I will let it slide because you are so lovely.

Yours truly and always,

Jimmy.

It was a new day and a new chance to talk to Jimmy. I missed even the smell of his sweat. I didn't know what was happening to me. I was feeling so deeply for this man. We barely knew each other. Did he even know what state I'm from? Did I even know where he was from? No. But did I miss him and want desperately to see him again? Yes. I guess that is infatuation. It is without reason, brings the sanest of men to trembling knees with quivering lips and teary eyes.

I was a victim of this terrible thing most people would call love, but I knew it was not that. It was in fact infatuation. We were not, nor would we probably ever be, in love. That was something that was built over time and took many hours and hands to construct. And I didn't think Jimmy and I would ever get that far. It was illogical to think that.

I was delighted by the ringing of the phone. When the operator transferred me over to him I greeted him with a smile in my voice. "Jimmy!" I was giddy, due to my missing him more than ever. It seemed everything reminded me of him. The running tap water sounded just like his laugh and the TV dials looked just like his face in the morning. And don't even get me started on the radio! Whole Lotta Love was playing nonstop and it almost made me weep each time.

"Good morning, love."

"It's not morning here, more like mid-day. Where are you?"

"Pheonix, Arizona. It's so bloody hot here I feel like I could melt. I thought it would be a little colder here, given that it's not even May yet."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure it's hot there. Pheonix is close to the equator. Make sure you wear a hat."

He laughed at my words. It was gentle and quiet, almost a whisper, but was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. I missed hearing it so much. I was lost in nostalgia, remembering all the wonderful times I'd heard him giggle. I almost didn't hear him at first.

"I have something I need to talk to you about."

I was troubled by what he said. I was afraid it was something serious, perhaps our relationship was in jeopardy. In my mind, fires were set and I needed to put them out. My thoughts wandered in eradicate patterns, trying my best to solve imaginary problems. It was a long moment before I spoke. "What is it?"

He must've heard the tension in my tone. He gave another laugh and assured me it was nothing serious. I felt like I could breathe again. I breathed a sigh of relief and he began, "We have a break in touring for a few weeks, right after our last show in London, on April 23rd. Robert suggested we go to this little cottage in Wales called Bron-Yr-Aur. It hasn't electricity or running water. It sounds lovely for writing. We both feel we need a break from modern society, it would help us greatly. Robert's wife and daughter will be coming along and I was hoping you would accompany me."

"That sounds great but won't it be kind of awkward to bring me? I mean, we haven't been together very long and-"

"Nonsense, we'd all love to have you!"

"Um, I think I have to work and my birthday is coming up"

"We can have your birthday there, it would be so nice! Imagine it now, lying in bed with nothing but each other, spending our days trudging through creeks and admiring the nature. Wouldn't you say it sounds great?"

I sighed. How do I let him down easily? It helped that I couldn't see the disappointment on his face. I just had to put on my big girl pants and tell him how I felt. "I'm sorry, Jimmy, but I just don't think it would be a good idea."

"Well, why not?" He sounded just as hurt as I feared he would. I was wrong, it didn't make it easier that I couldn't see him. If anything, it made it worse. All I could do was picture how his face looked and his reaction after we ended our call.

"It feels too soon for me."

"Too soon? What does that mean?"

I sighed again. This conversation was taking a sour turn. I was happy at first that he'd called, I missed him dearly and I wanted to talk to him. Now all I wanted to do was slam the phone on the hook and pretend this wasn't happening. But I pushed these feelings down and trekked forward with honesty. I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere by lying. He saw right through it. "We haven't been together for that long. Going on a trip sounds a little..."

"A little what?"

"Soon."

"Oh, love, I was afraid you would feel this way. I just want you with me and I thought you would be overjoyed at the offer."

"I am- I am happy that you offered, but I don't want to rush things."

"Okay, I guess I can understand that. I can't say I'm not disappointed, but I respect your honesty."

"I'm glad you can see it from my point of view. It doesn't mean I like you any less, I promise. I just need time. I'm sensitive, you have to be careful with me."

"I know, I know. That's one of the reasons I admire you, one of the many at least."

"Oh, stop, now you're just trying to flatter me so I'll come with you."

"No, no, I swear. It's all true. But not that I'm thinking of it, you mentioned your birthday coming up. You've never told me your actual birthday. When is it? I'd like to be home to celebrate it with you. Even if that means cutting my trip short."

"Luckily, you wouldn't have to. My birthday is May 10th"

"May 10th? What a lovely day! I'll make sure I'm there to celebrate with you."

"You don't have to do that."

"Of course I do. Remember what you said to me on my special day? I want to make it equally as special for you. My wonderful and beautiful Guinevere."

I could hear his smile through the phone. As if his cheesy words weren't enough to tip me off. "Stop! You are too kind to me."

"I could never be."

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takeyourpillsbitchh · 2 years

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Chey my dearest, I’m here to ask you an important question while I sit on my couch and procrastinate the things I’m meant to be doing!

If you could change anything about Mickey and Ian’s wedding, what would it be?

I hope you are having an absolutely fabulous day! 💛

Anna, love, hi! Thanks for the question on this slow morning of mine as I too am procrastinating both writing and art😂

So if I could change anything about Ian & Mickey’s wedding what would it be?

Well, the answer to that for me is pretty simple. I would have given those babies the easiest, simplest, calmest, most loving, blow job filled, stress free day of their lives.

When Mickey said “why does everything always have to suck? it’s my fucking wedding day.” I felt that. Poor baby just wanted to have the perfect wedding with the boy he’s loved for 10 years and shit was just not going the way it was planned.

I mean life rarely ever does but they deserved some nice morning sex before getting ready to have the nice wedding Mickey planned (and went all groomszilla over to make it perfect) at the venue they had planned, had their professional pictures taken with their family.

Not eating their venue burn down, running around wanting to kill homophobic fathers or hand cuff anyone to anything (unless it was for some kinky pre-wedding sex) no fighting or having to scramble last minute to throw together a “white trash wedding” in Debbie’s words lol.

I don’t know, it’s not that their wedding wasn’t perfect for them, it was very gallavich, I know they loved and enjoyed it because THEY GOT MARRIED but I would have just loved to see them have a perfect day without all of the added drama.

#eh maybe i said to much lol #but these are my babies and they deserve the world #but they did the damn thing. they got fucking married and they’ve been married for what 2 years going on 3??#Sweet boys #i just love them

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The Summer I Fucked Up (Ch 30)

A Conrad predominant retelling of The Summer I Turned Pretty TV show and book series.

Did you read the books and want to understand what was going on in that little noggin of his? Read my fic to find out that this man has zero thoughts

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CONRAD

Conrad stood in the hallway staring at Belly’s closed door. She wasn’t behind it. Belly had left earlier that morning for the wedding shower that Taylor was throwing her. He hadn’t seen her before she left since he was out on a run, but she’d left a note.

Wedding shower, be home soon! 

He’d rubbed his thumb thoughtfully over the word, ‘home’.

Conrad stared at the door. What a difference one person could make. She’d been gone for a couple hours at most, but the house seemed leeched of warmth—despite what the thermostat tried to tell him.

He hadn’t realised the comfort her presence had been until it was gone. Even when they were avoiding in each other, knowing that she was just a couple rooms away breathed life into the house, made it feel alive. Now it was empty, and Conrad was alone.

When the mocking vacancy became too much, Conrad grabbed his keys and hopped in his car.

Conrad found himself at Ernie’s house before he’d even realised where he was going.

Ernie used to run the seafood restaurant in town. Every kid who ever went to Cousins knew who Ernie was, just like Ernie knew every kid. He never forgot a face no matter how old he got. He used to say to Conrad, Steven, and Jere that he’d buy anything they caught on their overnight fishing trips. He always did—even if the haul was trash. Conrad’s biggest score was when he was 14. Ernie forked out $50. He ended up spending the majority of it at the ring toss trying to win Junior Mint. After that summer, Ernie said Conrad would have to start working at the restaurant if he wanted another pay like that again. So, he worked there about two summers.

Conrad had been trying to visit once a week since he’d been back. He’d gotten a slap upside the head the first time he came over. Ernie was not impressed he’d been gone so long without visiting. Explaining that he’d been on the other side of the country studying medicine was apparently not a good enough reason to miss visits.

As Conrad arrived, he saw Ernie’s deadbeat nephew pull out.

“Did you bring me a cigarette?” Ernie asked me from the couch when he entered.

He always asked it. He used to catch Conrad around town smoking that summer Conrad found out Susannah’s cancer had come back. Other adults had scolded him, but Ernie just asked for one and they’d smoke quietly. He never offered Conrad any, despite the fact he always had a full carton in his chest pocket, he only ever asked Conrad for one of his.

“No,” Conrad took a seat. “I quit.”

“Then get the hell out.”

Then he laughed, and the TV ticked onto one of those old cop shows they watched together and ate peanuts in silence, only talking during ad breaks.

“Did you hear my brother’s getting married next weekend?” Conrad asked.

He snorted. “I’m not in the ground yet, boy. ’Course I heard. Everybody’s heard. She’s a sweet girl. Used to curtsy at me when she was little.”

“That’s because we told her you used to be a prince in Italy but then you became a mafioso. The Godfather of Cousins.” Conrad grinned, thinking about the way Belly’s curtsies would wobble from the pressure.

“Damn straight.”

The show came back on, and they watched in comfortable quiet. Then, at the next break, Ernie said, “So are you gonna cry about it like a punk, or are you gonna do something?”

Conrad almost choked on his peanut. Coughing, he said, “What are you talking about?”

Ernie snorted again. “Don’t be cute with me. You love her, right? She’s the one?”

“Ernie, I think you forgot to take your meds today. Where’s your pillbox?” Conrad made a show of looking for it.

Ernie waved him off with one bony white hand, his attention back on the TV. “Simmer down. Show’s back on.”

Waiting for the next ad break felt like waiting for paint to dry. Conrad never thought he’d be begging for the ads to come back on.

When they finally came on, he tried to ask casually, “Do you really believe in that? That people are meant to be with one person?”

Shelling a nut, he said, “Sure I do. Elizabeth was my one. When she passed, I didn’t figure a reason to look for another one. My girl was gone. Now I’m just biding my time. Get me a beer, will you?”

Conrad got up and got a one from out of the fridge.

“Hey, what was John doing over here?” Conrad asked. “I saw him on my way in.”

“He came to mow my lawn.”

Conrad lifted his eyebrow. “I thought that was my job,”

“You do a shit job of edging.”

“When did you guys even start speaking again?” Conrad held out the beer, and Ernie took it.

Ernie shrugged and popped a peanut into his mouth. “He’s probably just sniffing around here so I leave him my property when I kick it.” He drank his beer and leaned back into his easy chair. “Eh, he’s a good kid. My sister’s only son. He’s family. Family’s family. Never forget that, Conrad.”

“Ernie, two commercial breaks ago, you told me that if I didn’t try and break up my brother’s wedding, I was a punk!”

Picking at his teeth, Ernie said, “If a girl’s the one, all bets are off, family or no family.”

Conrad stayed for a couple more hours, but he felt lighter when he left.

“Conrad?”

“Hm?” He looked up from where he was reading at the kitchen table. Belly was sitting at the counter. She was hugging one leg to her chest with her chin resting on it as the other dangled down from where she sat. She looked at home.

“I have a favour to ask.”

Conrad squinted at her suspiciously. “What do you want, Conklin?

She bit her bottom lip. “Do you think you could play guitar as I walk down the aisle with dad?”

His chest threatened to collapse. Conrad looked down at his book. “I don’t know, Belly. Don’t you want to hire someone instead? I’m not that good.”

“Conrad,” He looked up at the sound of his name in a plea. Her eyes were big. “It would mean so much if it was you.”

It would mean so much if it was you. God, he’d really accept crumbs of affection at this point. How could he turn her down when she went and said something like that?

He exhaled loudly, “Okay, but I’m playing Wonderwall.”

She laughed, and he knew it was worth it to say yes.

As the wedding approached, Conrad found himself spending more time on the water. Was it ironic that he felt more grounded in the surf? If he needed time with his thoughts, he would sit on his board and let the waves pass him. If he needed to drown them out instead, he’d find himself in the barrel where the only thing he could think about is keeping upright.

That morning, he’d taken wave after wave. It was bound to catch up to him. On his last wave, he’d acted too late, and it cost him. It swallowed him whole and spit him out like he was nothing. As the water thrashed him about, he felt a sharp pain in his leg as his board’s fin sliced into him. He practically washed up onto shore after that.

He stopped what bleeding he could with his towel, but he was feeling woozy. He stumbled his way back to the house.

Belly turned the vacuum off when he opened the door and came in.

“What’s wrong?” She dropped the handle and rushed over to him, so Conrad figured he looked as bad as he felt.

“Wipeout,” he said. “I got cut by my fin.”

“Bad?”

“Nah, not too bad.” Conrad limped over to the bathroom, and she ran over. He was sitting on the sill of the tub, and blood was soaking through his towel and running down his leg. Belly balked at the sight.

“It’s already stopped bleeding,” Conrad explained, trying to comfort her, but he felt like he might pass out. “Looks worse than it is.”

“Keep putting pressure on it. I’m gonna get some stuff to clean it.”

He didn’t have the energy to argue with her about it. He could barely keep upright.

She came back and straddled the sill, hydrogen peroxide and gauze and Bactine in hand.

“Let go,” Belly told him.

“I’m fine,” he said. “I’ll do it.”

“No, you’re not fine.” There was no room in her tone for argument.

He let go of the towel, and Belly pressed down on it. He winced.

“Sorry,” She said.

Belly kept pressure for a couple more minutes, before peeling the bloody towel away from his leg. The cut was a few inches long and skinny. The bleeding had pretty much stopped like he’d said. Belly pour hydrogen peroxide on the wound. His skin stung.

“Ow!” he yelped.

“Don’t be such a baby, it’s barely a scratch.” She was lying. If she wasn’t, her mouth wouldn’t be flattened into that thin line.

It was becoming an effort to sit up straight. Conrad felt his sight blacken at the edges and worried that he might actually pass out.

He leaned closer to Belly and rested his forehead against her shoulder, just barely. He focused on his breaths. In, out. He focused on the way Belly smelt. It was familiar, grounding. He still couldn’t help the sharp intakes of breath he took every time she touched the wound.

Eventually, she patted his knee. She’d wrapped his calf up in gauze. “See? All better.”

He lifted his head up and said, “Thank you.”

“Sure.”

He hadn’t moved his head far from her shoulder. He could still smell her. Their eyes met, and they were just looking at each other, holding each other’s gaze. Conrad noticed that her breath quickened, and again, he saw that gaze fall to his lips. He didn’t know what to do about it.

“Belly?” It was a whisper. She could probably feel his breath on her neck.

“Yeah?” Her voice came out just as quiet, her eyes meeting his again.

I still love you. The thought reverberated through him. He swallowed it.

“Will you help me stand up? I’m going to go upstairs and take a nap.”

“You’ve lost a lot of blood,” Her voice loud, the spell broken. “I don’t think you’re supposed to sleep.”

He smiled weakly. “That’s with concussions.”

Belly scrambled up and then pulled him up next to me. “Can you walk?”

“I’ll manage,” he said, limping away from her, his hand on the wall.

Maybe he hadn't imagined it the other day at the peach stand, that she might want to kiss him back. Even if she did, she was still marrying Jere. The wedding was only days away. Conrad had to accept it. He had to keep his distance, just these last couple days.

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coffeecatsandcandles · 2 years

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What if widowed!dad!bucky overhears toxic yet kinda close to the reader people saying how the reader deserves so much better than Bucky—

who is still hung up on the deceased love of his life?

That the reader deserves more than being a place holder, or only coming second after the ghost of his late wife? (Adding how they think everything reader does is really just second to his wife, like his wife is still the best, most beautiful and amazing woman)

That the reader could do so much better than being loved by a man only because his daughter needs and wants a mother? (Let’s pretend they heard bucky saying he needs to put becca’s happiness first, that Becca needs a mom, basically implying that they heard Bucky saying he’s with the reader bc he thinks she’s the only one willing to be the mother of his child, and not because he loves her genuinely)

That he just married you so that you won’t be able to leave them, and that he and Becca wouldn’t be alone or be an incomplete family

That she needs a man who could love her whole-heartedly, not a man who’s heart is partly occupied by his previous wife.

Basically, he heard people saying you shouldn’t have settled for bucky because you will always have to compete for his love and your place in his heart, since his wife would always be there. Since he couldn’t and wouldnt even let go. (Say they use the “he even still has a memory chest” against him)

What would his reaction be?

Would he be insecure/scared that you’ll find someone “better” than him? Would he reassure you of his love? Will he defend his and your honor and love to them directly?

I would love to hear abt this!

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐔

➵ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A look into how life has been for you, James and Rebecca.

➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | widowed!dad!teacher!Bucky Barnes x teacher!reader (ft. Kamala Khan and Yelena Belova)

➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | rumors, talk of domestic violence and manipulation (this is not a dark fic), language.

The warm water fell down your body as you inhaled the scent of your lavender body wash. You let out a long, dreamy sigh at the feeling. No- at your life. It truly was a dream. You and James were still in the honeymoon phase, though you were confident you’d never get out of it. Married life was everything you’d hoped it would be and more. Maybe it was because you’d found your dream man, but now you finally understood why people made such a big deal about marriage. It was heaven.

Rebecca was excelling in school, so much so that even her teachers were trying to get her to skip a grade. You remembered the proud smirk on James’s face when they’d told the two of you that.

And with a new job opportunity lined up for you- at the college level- you felt like things were more perfect than they could ever be. You thought about all the times you thought life was perfect, and how they just got better and better as days went on. Even the little things, like your nightly bedtime cuddles on the couch with James and Rebecca as the fireplace glowed, tea or cider in hand- or the possible talk of maybe, possibly, at the perfectly right time, having another baby as you and James tried to fall asleep each night. You’d daydream about what they would look like, how Becca would react. It always brought a sleepy smile to your face as James gently grazed your scalp until you fell asleep, always feeling a kiss on your forehead right before you lost consciousness.

Life was perfect, there was no doubt about it.

Quickly snapping you out of your daydream, you heard your cell phone ringing from the bedroom, just a few feet away. Unable to answer it due to the fact that you were sudsy and naked, you called your husband.

“Jamie,” you sing-songed, “Can you get that, please? It might be the university.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said. You eased a bit hearing him answer, a muffled “this is her husband speaking,” causing a cheeky grin to sneak onto your face. You loved hearing him call himself that, just as much as you loved saying it.

James Barnes was your husband.

Turning off the water, you stepped out, hurriedly covering your body with a fluffy beige towel so you wouldn’t shiver. Drying yourself enough to where water wouldn’t drip everywhere, you made your way to James, where you spotted him staring at something on your phone.

You didn’t have anything to hide with him- you were an open book with each other. But the look of concern on his face still made you worry.

“Everything okay? Who was it?” you asked.

“Yeah, it was the university, they just said they’d email you to ask about scheduling a meeting. But then you kept getting text messages and I got a little curious, I’m sorry.” He handed your phone back to you, hands making their way to your hips.

“Don’t be sorry.” you said, kissing him once. Though he kept trying for more, sloppily kissing every inch of your face and neck until you started giggling.

“What? I can’t kiss my gorgeous, sexy wife?” James retaliated, finding that sweet spot on your neck and involuntarily earning a light moan from you.

His lips felt so good on your skin, but you couldn’t ignore the things you had to do today, and that there was an eight-year-old just a few rooms away. “Jamie, I just showered.” you said. You’d really been milking this nickname of his lately, but only because of his reaction whenever you said it. He almost went feral when you called him that- his eyes went wide and his pupils blew out, and you knew he’d go to the ends of the earth just to hear you say his name like that.

“What are you insinuating? That I’m dirty?” he asked, faking offense and returning to kissing your body, focusing on your exposed shoulders and collarbones.

You smiled, “We both have a lot to do today- maybe tonight we can,” you offered, to which James responded with an exaggerated, playful groan.

“Daddy!” Rebecca called from her room.

You shook your head and laughed, “Your daughter wants you,” you kissed him once more, “Go, before she starts yelling.”

James playfully rolled his eyes, making his way out the door to tend to his daughter and let you change. You heard his muffled voice yet again, “What, bug? I can’t spend one minute alone with Mom?”

Mom. It was a strange adjustment at first, especially for James. But after James gave you his approval for Rebecca to continue to call you Mom, the two of you agreed that “Mom” was reserved for you, and “Mommy” was reserved for her biological mother to save confusion. But still, you smiled at the title. You loved Rebecca as if you actually gave birth to her. She was the baby you had the absolute privilege of being a mother figure towards. You hoped you were doing a good job, a job that would make her late mother proud.

Your phone kept buzzing. Slightly annoyed, you glanced at the texts you were receiving, all from new colleagues. The university had asked if two students could observe your classes, and you agreed, hoping it would put a good word in with your future bosses. You were met with texts upon texts in the group message you made for them.

KK: Mrs. Barnes- I don’t want to alarm you, but the other students have been talking about you and Mr. Barnes, specifically him. I’m actually a little concerned for you.

YB: Yeah- I’ve told them to knock it off a couple times, but I think they keep doing it because other teachers talk too. IDK how you handle it, they’re not very subtle. I’m resisting the urge to fight them, honestly.

KK: Yelena, stop. You could get someone fired. I just want to make sure she’s okay.

YB: And? It’s not professional to talk about someone’s husband like that, especially in front of kids.

Besides, half of them are new hires anyway. It’s not like they’re going to stay there.

KK: Westview is a good school. Think about their families!

YB: Think about HER family Kamala! Especially Mr. Barnes, he’s been teaching there longer than most of them anyways!

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at their texts. This wasn’t new, you knew people talked. Yelena and Kamala were good kids, and you knew they were only looking out for you. You began to type.

Okay, what have you heard? I’m sure I can explain everything. I can’t help what people say, but I can shut down those rumors. Just tell me.

You got dressed as you waited for a response. Then you remembered that James likely saw these messages as he went to answer your phone. He could’ve seen everything that the two of them were saying.

The concern they show and how they may be believing the rumors going around about you and James.

That other people were talking about you behind your back, and it was affecting how your colleagues looked at you.

It wasn’t like you cared that deeply- you knew your truth and that you were a good wife, James was a good husband, and you had a wonderful, smart little girl like Rebecca to call yours.

You tried to ignore it, but still- it irked you.

You received another text.

KK: Basically, other teachers have been saying you married Mr. Barnes out of pity, he’s quite abusive, and that you could do better and should leave him for your own sake.

Your heart sank. Immediately, you began to type.

Well, I can tell both of you that is not true at all. Mr. Barnes is a wonderful man, loving husband, and exceptional father. He never would lay a hand on me- I can’t even come up with an “if he did” scenario because I know in my heart he wouldn’t. Thank you for letting me know about this and I will be talking to Ms. Danvers about these rumors.

Making your way downstairs, you found Rebecca at the table eating breakfast. Her mouth was slightly stained red from her strawberries, and James was making your tumbler of coffee. You observed him. He seemed fine, maybe he didn’t see the texts.

Trying to shake the conversation, you made your way to your husband, kissing him lightly on the cheek. He gave a small smirk in response- unusual behavior as of lately. Normally, he’d grab you by the waist and place a thousand tiny kisses all over your face until you laughed. That was your morning norm. That made your heart sink- maybe he did read those texts. Maybe he did think that you finally realized you were too good for him.

He always thought that- who was he to be so deserving of someone so perfect? Someone who treated his daughter so well. Someone who loved him unconditionally and even accepted his past.

He wanted to talk about it, but all his brain could do was shut down.

“I’m so sorry about those texts, Mrs. Barnes. Really, I didn’t mean to offend you or Mr. Barnes,” Kamala said almost immediately upon her entrance into your classroom. Her movements were all over the place- you worried her toasted blueberry bagel would crumble in her hands at how much she was moving and how tight her grip was. Yelena followed behind her, eyes wide at Kamala’s apology. You couldn’t have had two student teachers more opposite of each other, but worked so well. Apparently they lived together in the dorms their first year of undergrad and had been close friends ever since. They complimented each other nicely.

“It’s alright- like I said, nothing I haven’t heard before.” You said, handing them papers to place on each desk for bellwork.

“So, he’s not abusive? That’s such a relief because honestly, I thought I saw a bruise or something on your arm the other day and I got really worried-”

“Jesus, Kamala. She’s fine. Let it go.” Yelena interjected.

“I’ve heard people think we’re not right for each other. You should’ve seen our first year together. He was kind of a trainwreck. I can see how people might’ve thought that- he wasn’t exactly the nicest teacher when we met, but he was always a good guy, though. But he’s better now, isn’t he?”

Yelena and Kamala nodded as they grabbed half a stack of worksheets each, getting ready for the beginning of the day. James lightly tapped on your door, the tumbler of coffee he’d made for you in hand. You must have left it in his car.

“Speak of the devil,” you said, earning a smile from him as you took the cup from him. “Thank you- I was wondering where that went.”

He kissed your cheek- trying to keep things appropriate in front of the college students, if the two of you were alone, he would’ve done more. “You must be getting observed by Danvers today,” he turned to Kamala and Yelena, “She usually gets a little forgetful when something important is coming up. Under no circumstances would she ever forget her morning coffee on any other day.”

The four of you shared a light laugh. He seemed to be in a better mood since this morning- was he even in a bad mood to begin with? It was just unlike him to not be all over you. Was the honeymoon stage over? Right after you thought it would never end?

“Yeah, plus these rumors can’t be helpful to either of you,” Yelena said, then immediately covered her mouth.

The smile faded, and instead James looked hurt. “Rumors? What rumors? Is that what those texts were about?”

There was an awkward halt in the conversation as Yelena realized she said the wrong thing. Kamala was now the one to stare daggers at her. “I think I’m gonna grab something from the vending machine,” Yelena finally continued, using any excuse to leave the room.

“Yeah, I’ll join you.” Kamala said, sensing that you and James needed to talk about this alone. You glanced at the time. 7:45. You still had plenty of time before students would show up.

You and James waited for them to leave. He fully walked into the classroom, leaving the door ajar. “What is it this time?” he asked with eyes that could break your heart into a million pieces.

“Nothing-” you began.

“Clearly it’s not nothing. Whatever it is, I can handle it. You know once there was a rumor I purposely crashed that car? That kid had it out for me that year because I flunked her- even though she never turned her work in. Nothing can hurt me, I promise.”

His fingers grazed your face gently, his touch bringing you comfort. It always did.

“Just- same old, same old. You’re abusive, I married you out of pity, I’m taking this university job because I’m planning on leaving you. Nothing we haven’t heard before. It’s just annoying.” You sighed.

James sighed along with you. “Well, are any of those things true?” he asked. It was almost like it was a trick question.

You smiled at his optimism, “No,” you muttered.

“Then ignore them. Who cares what they think? They don’t fully understand what you and I have been through, so fuck them, alright? Life’s a lot more stress-free that way.”

“But it’s my job as your wife to defend you, isn’t it?”

“Your only ‘job’ as my wife, if you even want one, is to be there. To be a mom to Becca. And you’re already doing a fucking incredible job at that. So don’t stress about me, love. Plus, you’ll be out of here in what, eight weeks? You got this.”

You smiled as he kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you. You needed this. “How do you do it? How do you listen to all this crap about you and just ignore it?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt.

“I didn’t always- remember how much of a jerk I used to be here?”

“What changed?” you asked, your gaze meeting him. You could fall so deep into those crystal blue eyes.

James smiled and kissed your head one more time. “You came along.”

Kamala and Yelena returned, each with a pastry snack in hand, hoping they bought enough time away and would return at the right time. Thankfully, they did. The last thing they wanted was to walk back in on an escalated argument.

“Well, you ladies have a good day,” he made his way out after kissing your knuckles. You smiled, a sense of relief coming through the student teachers. He turned to you before walking out the door. “I love you.”

You smiled- you always said that to each other every morning before leaving for your classrooms, but this time was different. His words were the most genuine they’d ever been. He had his heart on display for you with his words, and you would keep it in the safest spot in the world: your hands.

“I love you more, James.”

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || every client is different, with different needs; but this client is, in every way, exceptional.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 5k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut (cnc), dom/sub relationship, ‘mistress’ title, pain kink, cockwarming, orgasm denial/control, use of a cockring, slapping, objectification/degradation, some angst and hurt/comfort, crying after sex, touchstarved!bucky

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"And you can promise complete and total discretion?” the deep and husky voice on the other end of the line repeated, low enough that it was almost a whisper.

You laughed a little. “Of course,” you answered. Most clients were serious about privacy, but this guy was next level. He must be famous, you thought to yourself, or married. Or both.

But just as much as your clients wanted to keep you separate from their personal life, you would rather they know nothing about who you are. Of course it was always a risk, since nobody could hide their face and you had to work out of your apartment, but you did what you could to keep your job just that— a job.

You told your friends you were a consultant, because people didn’t question that. Sure, it was hard to keep up the lie sometimes when you got last-minute bookings and had to cancel plans, but it was worth it for the money these men were willing to pay.

And this new guy? He was shelling out all kinds of cash, on a long set of conditions. Including an NDA. You wouldn’t have given him up either way, but if the contract made him feel better (and made him pay more) then you were happy to sign it.

“So it’s all anonymous, then? No ID, no credit card…?” he pressed.

“I mean, if cash is easier for you—”

“It is.”

You were starting to worry that this was a major red flag, as if he didn’t want to be traceable back to you at all. It was almost a dealbreaker, until you glanced down at the legal pad you’d written his offer on and remembered that you couldn’t afford to turn him down. “Then cash is fine,” you decided, making a note to yourself to have 911 already dialed when he came by in case his aversion to ID was really about a desire to get away with something.

“When can we start?”

“Um, well the soonest I can do is tomorrow at seven” you explained.

"Great, I'll be there," he answered firmly, apparently about to hand up.

“Hey, hey, slow down!” you chuckled. “Can I at least get a name?”

“I didn’t think we needed to do names.”

“We don’t… but if you’re willing, I’d like to know something to call you.”

“James,” he answered after a tense pause. “James is fine.”

“Alright, James, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Upon opening the door, you instantly noticed three things about him: he was tall, he was big, and he was sexy.

You had sort of been hoping that his appearance wouldn’t match his voice, but it did, and it was going to make this so much harder. Maybe easier in a few ways, but overall worse. It was important that you didn’t get too emotionally invested with your clients.

His eyes were dragging over you like he was just as taken aback. Which was odd, because he must have seen your picture online before he called you.

“James,” you greeted. “Glad you made it.”

You stepped aside to let him enter, guiding him to take a seat in your living room. Before clients came by, you hid any signs of life and kept the space as neutral as possible, which was why the only furniture was the white couch he sat on, the black chair across from it, and a glass table in between.

You sat in the black chair and crossed your legs, noticing with pride the way his eyes studied your every move.

“It’s important that we have a discussion about boundaries and limits before this goes any further," you explained sternly, and he nodded slightly. "Tell me what you do and don't want."

“Uh, well, I guess I was just looking for… somebody who can administer, um, discipline… you know, someone who sets rules and enforces them. But could also be kind of, uh, sweet I guess, to. Not too sweet, just… not too mean either."

You smiled a little; he sounded right up your alley. "I can do that."

"You should know I… I have a… disability. My left arm it's, um, it's a prosthetic."

"How would you like me to accommodate that?"

"Just don't say anything about it, please. Treat it like a normal arm. And, uh, if you could ignore my scars, too…" he added awkwardly.

"Of course,” you nodded, “I would never want to make you feel insecure."

"Well, I mean, I'm not against degradation," he admitted sheepishly, making you smile a little.

"Right: that's different. Anything else you're distinctly not against?"

“I can take a lot of pain,” he explained matter-of-factly. “However much you think I can handle, double it. I wanna feel it.”

You could almost hear the words he wasn’t saying: I wanna feel something.

“Okay, we can do that. You’ve probably heard of the color system," you posited.

“I haven’t.”

"Oh." That threw you off slightly… how new was he to this scene? “Well, it’s traditionally green, yellow, red; like a stoplight. Red means stop. Yellow means proceed with caution. Green means continue.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“Too simple for me, in fact. I have my own version: ‘red’ will make me stop what I’m doing, but only ‘black’ ends the scene entirely. And then there’s ‘blue.’ That means you want more.”

He smirked a little; a strong show of emotion compared to his stoicism so far. “I think I’ll use that one most.”

“Just don’t be afraid to use anything else, alright? I’d never be disappointed in you for safewording, or even just needing a break.”

He nodded. “Can we get to it then?”

“You’re rushing as always,” you laughed. “I’m not charging you for this part. We have plenty of time— don’t we?”

“Yes, but—” he sighed. “You look really… I walked in and, I guess I’m just really looking forward to this.”

You almost would’ve smiled at the compliment but you thankfully suppressed it. “And what is it that you’re looking forward to? What do you want me to do to you?”

His jaw tightened as he looked away from you. “Um, there’s a lot.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Ropes. Strongest you have. I can buy you stronger ones if you need them, for next time…”

He’s already thinking about next time? He’s already thinking about buying me things?

“Alright, I can do ropes: wrists and ankles? Or more than that?”

He seemed a bit confused by that question. “Is there anywhere else?”

“Torso,” you enumerated, “neck—” you stopped because you saw his reaction to that, and it made you smile a bit. “Okay, so maybe the neck is something to try. Do you like being choked?”

“I… I don’t know…” he sighed.

“Have you ever been choked before?”

“Not… sexually...”

You felt your eyebrows rise, but didn’t want to press; a story for another time, perhaps.

“We’ll have to discuss silent safewords and signals so you can tap out, but if you’d be willing to try it—”

“Yes.”

You laughed. “Eager, are we?”

He swallowed, and you wondered if you shouldn’t have let your ‘dom voice’ slip out in that moment… but he looked so good flustered like that. He adjusted himself slightly in his chair and you hoped he was already hard. And with that thought in mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him further.

“Do you like being called certain things?” you asked, voice lower as you leaned forward. “How do you feel about ‘pet’?”

He almost kept up his poker face, but his gaze faltered at the same time he moved in his chair again. “Um, ‘pet’ is okay.”

“Baby boy?”

“Not really my speed,” he shrugged.

You slipped out of your chair and stood up, approaching him slowly as the click of your heels echoed across the tile. He watched you with wide eyes and quickening breaths.

“What do you like? Tell me,” you demanded, though you kept your tone light.

“Uh,” he paused, watching your hand as it rested on his leg, “I like… I like being called a good boy.”

You grinned as you pulled your hand away, watching him tense up with disappointment. “I can do that,” you agreed, lifting his chin with a finger until he looked at you with those beautiful, desperate eyes, “if you actually are being a good boy for me.” “I will,” he promised quickly, “I’ll be so good.”

“Mmm, I bet you will,” you purred. “So willing to please…”

“Tell me how,” he sighed as your hand trailed from his chin down to his chest, slipping under the loose collar of his henley and rubbing his chest. “Tell me how to please you.”

“Well, for starters, I have a name, too: Mistress.”

He sighed like the wind had been knocked out of him, but nodded.

“And if I ask you a question, I expect you to answer ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress’. Is that clear?”

“Uh-huh,” he agreed before suddenly correcting himself, “um, yes, Mistress.”

“I’ll let you have that one,” you frowned, “but further infractions will be punished.”

“Yes, Mistress; I’m sorry, Mistress,” he moaned, melting under your touch as your hand moved down to rub his thigh through his jeans.

“Now, just for fun,” you smiled, leaning down until your lips were nearly brushing his ear, “tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me, Mistress,” he sighed.

“But I am touching you.”

“Touch my… touch my cock," he clarified, adorably embarrassed. "It’s so hard for you…”

“We’ll get to that eventually. Let’s go to the bedroom first, okay?”

However good he looked standing in your doorway half an hour ago, it was nothing compared to how he looked naked and hard and tied to your bed.

Yes, the prosthetic and the scars that attached it to his body were hard to ignore. He had failed to warn you that it was metal, so you couldn’t hide the slight shift of your face when it caught the light; you hoped he didn’t think it was a look of judgment or disgust, because you truly didn’t think it was anything upsetting. Maybe the scars were a little worrying… but they didn’t seem to bother him now, at least physically.

But truly, if anything was distracting about his body, it wasn’t the arm. It was his muscles— no wait, it had to be his cock, right? It’s tough to call: on one hand, his entire body was toned and hardened beyond the peak of human conditioning, his thick thighs making your mouth water already, his chiseled abs almost making you jealous; but on the other hand, between those lovely thighs and curving up against those perfect abs was a cock that rivalled anything you'd ever seen before, with a blue vein running up one side and a drip of precum rolling down the other.

You finally sauntered up to the bed and ran your fingers over the taught ropes, pretending to ignore him watching you impatiently. It was almost hotter knowing that he could pull out of the ropes if he really wanted to. More than most, he was choosing to submit to them and to you.

“How’s this knot feel? Too tight?” you hummed, tugging the rope just beside his wrist and watching his hand move limply with it.

“No, it’s good.”

You stepped back to the foot of the bed and stripped slowly, peeling off your black dress to reveal a matching lace set underneath. You left your heels on as you stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside.

Turning back to face him, James looked like he was all but drooling. You could see in his eyes how much he wished the ropes weren’t holding him back so he could run his hands all over your body.

But you could tell he craved being denied what he wanted, by the way his cock flexed of its own volition.

You let yourself smile as you crawled your way up the bed and over his body, like a panther stalking its prey, and boy did he look ready to be devoured.

"Are you scared?" you asked quietly. He shook his head. "Are you ready?"

He nodded. You sat up as you straddled him, positioned just right such that no part of you was really touching him, and watched with delight as he tugged against the ropes slightly to try to get closer.

"So needy," you grinned, somewhere between praising and scolding him. Your fingers ghosted over his chest and he shivered; he asked you to treat his prosthetic like a normal arm, so you dragged your nails down the metal and watched his eyes flutter shut. When you pulled your hand back and left him untouched again, he whined slightly.

“Aw, poor thing,” you pouted as you examined him, desperation emanating off of him in an invisible aura. “Your cock is all red and leaking… it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.

“What if I touch it a little?” you offered.

“Please…”

You traced your fingers lightly up and down his length, tickling the skin and giving him the least pressure that you could. He whimpered and you chuckled mockingly. “I said I’d touch it a little, sweet boy, are you not satisfied?”

He bucked up into your touch as best he could, causing you to pull your hand away. “Baby, please—”

You cut him off with a slap to the face, as hard as you could muster.

“Mistress!” he corrected with a whine. “Mistress, please… please wrap your hand around it.”

“Around what?”

“Around… my cock. Stroke me, please…”

“All you had to do was ask,” you grinned, finally tightening your hand around him and moving slowly up and down the shaft. His head fell back with a soft moan, just from that. Your teasing had certainly helped get him this worked up, but you knew it wasn't just that… he was plenty sensitive all on his own, apparently.

It made your mouth water.

"Does this feel good, James?" you asked huskily.

"S-so good," he whimpered, "please can you… stroke it a little faster, please, Mistress…"

"Hmm, not yet," you decided, feeling him tense up beneath you. "Relax," you instructed with a free hand rubbing his thigh gently.

You continued to teasingly stroke his length, never quite giving him the pressure or speed he needed to get closer to his release, savoring every whimper and whine and sigh from him along with the satisfying weight of his cock against your palm.

It felt like you'd never get tired of wielding so much power in your hand.

"Please," he sighed, "I need more…"

"You want me to stroke you faster?" you pressed, already knowing that wasn't what he meant. He shook his head and you grinned, leaning in closer but letting go of his cock.

Slowly, you let the lace covering your core rub up against his shaft, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. "Ohhhhh," he moaned, "oh fuck, Mistress…"

You grinned and kept rocking against him, easily feeling the warmth of him through your panties— meaning he, in turn, could feel the warmth of you. "How does it feel, baby?"

"Good," he choked out, "really, really good… fuck, I want more, I need more, please…"

"Are you my good boy, James?" you asked in a low purr. He nodded eagerly, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nothing. "Do you want to be inside me?" you finally whispered against his ear, letting a finger run lazily up his spine and feeling him shiver so hard it was more like he was convulsing.

"Please, Mistress, I'll do anything…"

You didn't touch all of your clients sexually, due in part to the fact that they usually wanted a lot more pain than pleasure. You'd only had sex with one or two of them, and it wasn't a routine thing. Before today you never would've imagined doing this with a first-time client, but to be completely honest… he was fucking hot. The kind of guy you'd be spreading your legs for instantly if you weren't at work and he wanted to buy you a drink or grab lunch. And he was here, at your disposal, begging you for more. How could you say no?

You pulled your panties aside and gripped his cock tightly to guide it to your entrance, studying his face twisted in anticipation before sinking down and watching him gasp and sigh all at once, somehow.

It took a lot of effort to hide your own pleasure when he was stretching you out so perfectly, but you managed to suppress the desire to moan and just smile at his fucked-out expression instead.

Finally, your hips met with his and you got to sit there and enjoy the look of dawning agony as he realized you were staying completely still.

“Move, please,” he sobbed, “oh god, Mistress, please move…”

“But I thought you wanted to be inside me? Isn’t this what you asked for?”

He whined and tried to wiggle his hips; all that got him was two hard slaps to the face.

“No whining,” you instructed through your teeth. “Good boys don’t whine.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “‘m your good boy, I promise.”

“I know you are,” you grinned, “or at least, I know you can be. Show me how good and patient you are.”

Reaching to the side a bit without getting off of him, you pulled a vibrator from your drawer. His eyes went a little wide when he saw it, and you laughed.

"Don't worry, this isn't for you. It's for me," you explained as you turned it on, inserting it between your body and his to touch the toy against your clit. He winced as you sighed contentedly. "Fuck, it feels good. Can you feel it on your cock?"

"A… a little…" he hissed.

"I bet it feels good for you too," you posited, "but not good enough to make you come."

After a little pause, he nodded breathlessly.

"Good," you smiled. "I just wanna come with your cock inside me. I wanna know how it feels to get off with my favorite toy while being full of my newest toy."

"Fuck," he groaned.

"Do you like that, pretty boy? Do you like me using your cock, being your Mistress' dumb little fucktoy?"

"Yes," he sobbed, hips shifting ever so slightly beneath you as he sought more stimulation from your flexing walls. Shifting the vibe to hit right on your clit, you cried out— and he did too, at the feeling of you tightening around him.

"God, you love being Mistress' dildo, don't you?"

He nodded, biting hard on his lip until you worried he'd hurt himself. He moaned again as another jolt of pleasure forced your channel to clench on his cock.

"You're making too much noise for a fucktoy, you need to be quiet."

He opened his mouth for a second, but closed it again and nodded instead.

"You can do it yourself right?" you pressed, seeing him nod. "You don't need me to gag that pretty mouth?"

He whined but shook his head, keeping his lips pressed together.

That went on for a few more moments as you teased yourself with the vibe, hoping to draw this out for the sake of his struggle. Wanting to up the ante, you took the vibe off your clit and turned it off for a moment. "I think this would feel better with a little lube… will you get it wet for me, James?"

You brought the toy to his lips and he eagerly wrapped them around it, sucking lightly on the silicone with those pretty lashes resting on his cheeks.

"There you go, that's a good boy," you praised, pulling the toy from his mouth, "that's my good boy…"

"Yours…" he repeated weakly, "wanna be good for you, just for you…"

This time when you turned it on and pressed it to your clit again, you instantly gasped and felt your walls bare down on him; turning up the vibration, you actually moaned aloud and saw him wince. "Oh, can you feel it now?" you asked tauntingly. He bit his lip and nodded.

It really wasn't even intentional but you felt your hips start to rock, making him gasp as his eyes shot open. For a guy who had been begging you to move not too long ago, he looked pretty overwhelmed by it now.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make myself come on your cock… do you wanna feel me come, baby?"

He seemed conflicted, which was exactly what you were going for. You wanted him to struggle, just enough, between his need to satisfy himself and his desire to please you. "I… I want to make you come, Mistress," he finally choked out, notably answering a slightly different question than the one you'd asked.

You smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear: "Are you afraid that if you feel me come around you, you won't be able to hold back? That you might accidentally come inside me?"

He made a needy little groan and nodded.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna help you," you promised sweetly, but of course as soon as he saw you grab a cockring from your drawer he changed his tune.

"N-no, Mistress, please," he begged with wide eyes, "I'll be good, just not that— don't put that on me."

You smirked and sat up, pulling off of him and slowly slipping the ring on his throbbing length as he quietly pleaded for mercy. He winced when you pushed it down to the base of him, his cheeks burning hot red now.

"Is it a little too tight, baby?" you cooed, grinning when he nodded. "Good."

You sank back down into him and let your hips grind on his, working your clit with the vibe and even kicking it up to the next highest setting. He jolted beneath you, clearly feeling the vibrations strongly now, and you let the view of his beautifully broken facial expression egg on your own climax.

"Mm, I'm close, baby," you whispered, "just stay still and let Mistress use you like a good little boy."

He made a small noise through his teeth but seemed to manage okay, even when your walls began to pulse rhythmically around him and your head fell back, your free hand palming at your breast through the lace bra just to add that last little edge of sensation.

"Oh fuck, fuck," you moaned, "that's my good boy…"

You shakily pulled the vibe away and turned it off, still a little numb on your clit but feeling your channel still rippling slightly with aftershocks; he seemed to feel them in spite of their subtlety, if the panting breaths that filled his muscular chest rapidly were any indication.

As slow as you could manage, you pulled your body off of him and sat back on his legs to stare at his cock. The remnants of your orgasm left plenty of lubrication to stroke it, focusing on the head which had turned almost purple now.

"M-Mistress," he groaned, writhing under your touch.

Amazingly, his cock was already flexing in your hand, and a growl of pride and hunger echoed in your chest.

“Oh fuck, can you come for me, James?” you moaned, pumping him so fast your hand was a blur. “Can you be my good boy and come right through the cockring?”

“Yes,” he sobbed, “gonna come, Mistress, please—”

“Come right now,” you demanded, watching his face instantly fall slack as he spurted out onto his own chest and stomach, cock flexing and pulsing in your hands as his legs quivered and his hips thrusted wildly.

And the tears were flowing soon after. You weren’t sure if it was sub drop or just the power of his release, but between weak sobs he whispered broken apologies.

“You did so good,” you cooed as you slipped off the ring and wrapped your arms around him, subtly trying to reach over to untie the ropes. But you didn’t need to; he flexed his arms and the restraints popped like floss. He embraced you in return as you let his head fall onto your chest. “You’re so good, it’s okay,” you continued, stroking his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again, breathing quickly and wetting you with his tears.

This, you realized, is what he had made you sign the contract to protect. It wasn’t that he was excessively embarrassed about his sexual proclivities, but that this was his space to be soft, and weak, and broken. Apparently he wasn’t ready for anyone else to know that he wasn’t steel all the way down.

“Shh, it’s okay… you’re okay…” you breathed, indulging him in this moment even though it was more intimate than you preferred to get with customers. Aftercare was an important part of your job, certainly, but so was enforcing boundaries.

He began to soothe as you kissed his forehead gently, whispering well-deserved affirmations and praise. As his breathing slowed and moved back to normal, he pulled back and looked up at you.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated one more time, but not as wavering as before, “I didn’t think I would… that was unexpected.”

“No, it’s somewhat normal,” you exaggerated slightly, “this kind of thing… it’s taxing, I pushed you to your limits. You were really tough, and it’s all very vulnerable.”

“Thanks,” he sighed, sniffling and wiping his eyes. “And sorry about your ropes,” he smiled as he noticed the frayed ends coming off of where his wrists were still tied.

“Let me help you get those off,” you smiled, loosening the knots and sliding the binds off of him, quickly massaging the places that the rope had constricted. “Blood flow’s okay?”

“Yep,” he nodded.

“You numb anywhere?” you pressed.

“Uh, just my dick. And my brain is all fuzzy…”

You smiled. “Can’t help the first one. Let me get you some water for the second.”

“No!” he yelped suddenly. “Um, don’t go yet, please…”

“Of course,” you smiled. “I’ll untie your ankles, then.”

He still seemed disappointed, as if he expected you to hug him for hours and never move. He let you go this time, though, and loosened his grip so you could slide down to the foot of the bed.

"Was that sort of what you were hoping for when you called me?" you asked as you untied the ropes slowly and took a moment to massage the skin underneath, hoping to restore any lost blood flow.

"So much better than what I was hoping for," he admitted with a breathless chuckle. "You're… really good."

"Well, thank you," you shrugged, "it comes with practice and experience. You held your own, too."

"I wish I could say that was from practice and experience. I didn't want to say anything before but I've, uh, never actually… been to a domme before."

You smiled slightly, coming back up and being pulled into another embrace. "Um, I'll admit I can kind of tell…" you mumbled.

"I'm not supposed to touch you like this," he realized quietly, relaxing his grip on you and pulling back. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright, just don't get too comfortable because we only have—" you glanced at the clock— "eight more minutes until you need to leave."

"I'll get up and get dressed soon," he offered with a sigh as you got up and quickly slipped on a robe, grabbing him a damp washcloth for the drying come on his torso.

You tilted your head as you watched him clean up, and you wanted to offer some touch that was a bit less intimate than a hug, so you found yourself blurting out: "do you like having your hair played with?"

"Um, I don't… I don't know," he admitted as he reached up to card his fingers through the hair in question. "No one else has ever really touched my hair before."

"Really?" you laughed, getting back on the bed to sit beside him. "It looks pretty luscious. I figured any girlfriend of yours would want to get her hands on it."

"Oh, well, the last time I had a girlfriend… it wasn't long then," he explained, and you kept on your best poker face. His hair looked like he'd been growing it out for at least two years, unless it grew crazy fast or something. How long had he been single? With a body like that you could barely believe that he was single now.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" you offered quietly, and once he gave you a nod you reached forward and combed your fingers through it, reaching deeper to scratch at his scalp, occasionally pulling the strands lightly into loose braid-like patterns that fell away almost immediately afterwards. He sank into your touch until you found yourself supporting his head against your chest, mindlessly playing with his hair until you noticed his eyes were shut, his breathing was slowed, and his body was limp on top of yours.

He fell asleep.

You laughed silently to yourself, realizing that you couldn't get him off of you without his cooperation since he was so heavy and you had no shot at lifting him. And, of course, his cooperation required his consciousness… which required waking him up.

And, for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. He just looked too peaceful, for a guy who had never seemed truly relaxed around you.

Was there any other way he could relax? Cause it kinda seemed like he really, really needed this. And you were in the business of meeting needs, to say the least.

So, with an apologetic text to your last client of the night that you needed to reschedule, you let James sleep on you as you closed your eyes and drifted off as well.

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The Worst Days ☁️

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female! Reader

- Fluff

Warnings: mentions of struggling to cope with overwhelming situations

Summary: Y/n can’t help but feel drained but Henry is there to be the master of distraction

Word count: 1,136

Requests are open!

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(Y/n’s P.O.V)

I felt my tears slowly brimming my eyes, as my throat tightened, with a sob threatening to break out. This week had been the most tiring since going back to continue my degree.

The sudden rush of the workload, and the added pressure by the professors certainly wasn’t helping with the anxiousness I had feeling.

The clock shone a bright red, 00:00. I sat up in bed, feeling another wave of worry rush over me as the thoughts occupying my head started to worsen. Overthinking every little thing as I tried to cry quietly, unbeknownst to the massive hunk of a man sleeping soundly beside me.

I sat on the side of the bed, remembering the exercise I had learnt online meant to help with dealing with nerves. I started to breathe slowly while counting up to 10, which slowly increased to 20, feeling my heart beat start to slow down back to its normal resting rate.

Deciding that sleep was not the best option right now, I stood up feeling the cold floorboards under me while I walked towards the living room. Not knowing what to do with myself, I sat on the couch blankly staring at the off TV not really having the energy nor motivation to even get the remote.

Clearly lost in my thoughts I didn’t realise I wasn’t alone until I heard

“Babe?” I heard Henry groan from the bedroom, hearing the bed creak before his footsteps led him into the living room. Rubbing his eyes roughly, he came to sat beside me putting one arm across my shoulders pulling me into his side.

“What’s got you up? Now I know it’s a Friday, but I don’t want you ruining your sleep schedule for your lectures next week, lovely” Henry said comfortingly, pressing a kiss onto my forehead then nuzzling his head into my hair.

“I just can’t -“ Not being able to finish my sentence before breaking down into tears in his arms. Feeling him stiffen around me, before I felt myself being put onto his lap. My head against his chest, as my legs laid over his and over the rest of the sofa. His large hand rubbing smooth circles on my back.

“ Can’t what love? You know i’m always here to talk about anything right? You don’t have to go through anything alone while i’m here”

With my sobs dying down, I blew out a deep breath, “I just feel so overwhelmed this year, I feel that because university was mostly online last year that my work ethic has been ruined. I can’t find the motivation to be productive, I feel so much pressure constantly that sleep seems to be the only solution. Right now though, I don’t know what to do with myself” I said looking at him, before laying my head back down on his chest waiting for his reply.

“Look at me Y/n” Henry said sternly, his sharp eyes piercing mine.

Looking up at him, I instantly felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders. He cupped my face softly, bringing me in for a kiss, giving me another small peck before pulling away.

“I hate to see you cry like this, it hurts me. I wish you’d have told me earlier so I could have helped you. that’s what i’m here for lovebug.”

“I know-“

“No you don’t know, and I’m going to tell you why I am here for you. You are the most amazing woman i’ve ever met in my life, so strong and passionate about her career aspirations. You’ve never let anything get in your way, and i’d hate for you to bring yourself down because you feel alone. You’re not alone. You have me, and Kal of course. Dont worry your pretty little head about anything alright? I want to marry you one day, I want to share our problems and solutions, because you’re my person. I refuse to let anything hurt you Y/n. I may not be the smartest man, but how about this. Tonight you forget about your work alright? Tomorrow I'll help you make a new routine much better suited to you, and i’ll help you with your research paper.”

“You’re so cheesy, but thank you so much bear. You’ve no idea how much better you’ve made me feel right now” I said shyly, feeling the red heat slowly rise to my cheeks as he smirked kissing both of them.

“Now I take it you don’t want to sleep yet?”

He asked, watching as I shook my head no.

“Okay wait here, give me two minutes babe” Henry said lifting me off his lap and putting me onto the sofa. Standing up he bent down and pulled a lever, causing the chair to recline, my feet being pushed up. Sitting there confused, I listened to Henry walk into the bedroom, hearing a lot of rustling.

Before watching him come out with our comforter in one arm, and a couple of pillows under his other. Within two seconds, the comforter had been thrown on top of me, before Henry pulled the top part down peeking down at me; kissing me again sweetly. Despite being together for almost 3 years, he always knew how to make me blush almost as if I was back in high school having a stupid crush.

“Alright lean forward for me” He said putting a pillow behind me and reaching over to the remote on the coffee table.

“Aren’t you sleepy Hen?” I asked confused, watching as he got under the comforter with me, with us treating the reclining couch as our bed.

“I am, but i’m not leaving you alone baby” He said looking down at me, turning his attention to the television and turning it on.

“Want your comfort movie on bub?” He asked swiping through the multiple films shown on the TV, I nodded my head leaning into his chest comfortably.

He smiled putting on Jumanji, also leaning into me, with his chin on top of my head and his hand rubbing my arm up and down. The comforter covered us both fully keeping in the heat, which was needed especially during these winter months.

“Thank you so much Henry, I don’t know what I did to deserve you” I said looking up at him.

“Are you kidding? How on Earth did I land someone like you Y/n. You may as well be a goddess”

Deciding not to pick a playful fight I just leaned back again and started watching the movie.

(Third Person’s P.O.V)

If there was anything Henry was the best at, it was the art of distraction, and being there for the love of his life. With him around, Y/n would never have to feel helpless or alone. He was and still is her rock.

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Definitely Not Dating (H.HJ)

Warnings : none i can think of?

Word Count : 1622

Synopsis : all their friends tease them about dating due to how close they were, but they were just friends. or were they?

“Your boyfriend’s here.” My roommate and best friend, Felix, teased after answering the door. Hyunjin was close behind him, chuckling at the joke all our friends made about us.

“Still not dating.” I countered as I stood up from the couch, grabbing my purse. “Where to today?” My words were now directed at Hyunjin who was standing in the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“I figured we’d go see that play you’re always talking about. There’s a showing downtown tonight.” My eyes lit up when he said that. “I already bought the tickets.” He added with a chuckle.

“Have I ever told you I love you, Hwang Hyunjin?” I asked with a smile, linking my arm with his as we made our way outside and to his car.

“Only everyday.” He countered with a smirk.

“Never mind, I hate you. Ugly.” I unlinked our arms as he opened the door for me, as he always would. As I got in and buckled my seatbelt, I could see Felix in the window, watching us with a teasing grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was thinking, so I flipped him off just as Hyunjin got into the driver’s seat. He looked forward just in time to see Felix return the gesture while sticking his tongue out.

“You two have an odd friendship.” He chuckled as he did up his seatbelt. My phone automatically connected to his car as he usually let me play whatever I wanted to listen to. Our friends would always mention how cute that fact was. Maybe if you had better taste in music, he’d let you play your playlists. I’d always retort, hoping the growing feelings weren’t as obvious as our friends insisted they were.

The next day, I sat at a table in the library with a couple of friends, working on the homework given out that day. My phone, that sat on the table, seemed to vibrate with a text message every few seconds. “Should probably see what they want. It’s probably your boyfriend.” Jeongin teased, nudging me with his shoulder. I rolled my eyes, once again saying that Hyunjin and I weren’t dating.

“It’s probably Felix asking me to pick up something on my way home. Hyunjin said he was going to the dance studio today.” Hyunjin always threw himself into his dances, barely looking at his phone unless it was to pick a song or pause the music. There was absolutely no way he would be texting me right now. But when I picked it up, I was shocked to see it was him.

We should get dinner tonight.

That restaurant you like has an opening tonight. I’ll make the reservations.

We could go stargazing after.

Why aren’t you answering me?

Oh right, you’re studying with Jeongin and Seungmin. Tell them I said hi!

Let me know when you’re done, I’ll pick you up : )

I couldn’t help but smile at the messages, my stomach doing flips as I thought about how this would be a cute date, if it was a date. Dinner and stargazing. “So, what does Felix want?” The teasing tone coming from Seungmin’s lips told me he knew it wasn’t Felix.

“Hyunjin says hi.” I answered, watching as their faces contorted into teasing grins.

“And?” Jeongin prodded, nudging me with his shoulder again.

“And that he’s making reservations at a restaurant before taking me stargazing.” I mumbled under my breath, hoping they wouldn’t hear me. They did.

Hyunjin stayed true to his word and was outside the library doors when Jeongin, Seungmin, and I exited. His long blond hair tied up in that half pony he always did, his bangs falling across his face. I never was one for long, dyed hair before, preferring men with shorter, dark hair. But Hyunjin pulled off the long blond look so well it was hard not to be drawn to him. “Have fun on your date!” Jeongin teased as the two of them took off in the opposite direction of Hyunjin and I.

“Do you think our friends will ever believe we’re just friends?” Hyunjin joked as he slid his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. I giggled to myself, knowing that if I was an outsider looking in, I would think exactly the way they do. But this is how our friendship has been since high school. We’ve always been touchy with each other, cuddling and holding hands.

“Once we’re married to other people.” I joked, trying not to let the hurt I felt at the very thought of him falling in love with someone else evident in my voice.

We sat across from each other at my favourite restaurant, browsing the menu in silence. Soft chatter from the other patrons, and the soft classical music they played filling the comfortable silence between us. If I’m honest, I’ve only been here one other time. My previous birthday, Hyunjin brought me here. It was the first time we’d been somewhere so fancy, and we were quite underdressed, not knowing the dress code for the restaurant. We laughed about how badly we stuck out among the other patrons, but neither one of us cared. That memory alone made it my favourite place.

Hyunjin held my hand from across the table as we ate, catching each other up on our day as if we hadn’t seen each other in ages, even though I saw him yesterday. We rarely went a day without seeing each other, almost as if we had a need to be by each other’s side whenever possible.

We laid beside each other on the blanket Hyunjin brought, staring up at the night sky sparkling with stars. Soft music played from his phone that was laying in between us. He quietly sung along to the songs, and my heart swelled with joy. I absolutely loved listening to him sing, even though he hates singing in front of people. I’m sure I’m the only person that’s ever heard him, and honestly that should be a crime. His voice was my favourite in the entire world, but maybe I’m biased because I love him.

“We’re friends, right?” I asked, silencing his singing, and bringing his attention from the stars to me. I turned my head to face him, our eyes meeting.

“Of course.” He replied almost immediately.

“But are we just friends?” The question hung in the air longer than the first one, but neither one of us moved, our eyes still locked. The weight of his hand in mind suddenly clearer than it’s ever been before.

“What do you mean?” It was as if the words he meant to say were caught in his throat. I could hear it in the way his voice cracked when he answered.

“Our friends always tease us about dating.” I pointed out.

“That’s what friends do.” He smiled, his thumb now running over my knuckles. My skin burned from his touch, but I loved the feeling.

“We’re always holding hands and cuddling.”

“We’re touchy people.” He shrugged. I didn’t bring up the many times he told our other friends that he didn’t like skin ship. He wasn’t much of a hugger unless it was me. But I didn’t bring that up.

“What about all the fancy dinners? The plays? Movies? Stargazing?” I gestured to what we were doing right now with my free hand, refusing to pull my hand away from his, loving the feeling of his hand in mine. I always have.

“I like spoiling you.” Silence fell upon us again as I tried to think of what else to say. So many more things to point out, but I’m sure he had an explanation for it all. The drawers of my stuff at his place, and the drawer of his stuff at my place. The loving captions on pictures we posted of each other. The heart-shaped necklace he gave me one day, our initials engraved on the back of it. He’d have an explanation for it all, that I’m sure of. But there’s one thing he couldn’t explain away.

“I’m in love with you.” The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop them, as if they were meant to be said in that moment. He could explain all the cute moments and thoughtful gifts, saying it’s just the way our friendship is. That’s just how close we were. But the love I have for him isn’t platonic.

My confession hung in the air like a neon sign, and the confidence I once had began to fade. But before I could take it back, his lips were on mine. The same lips I’ve been dreaming about kissing for years, were now pressed against mine in the sweetest kiss I’ve ever experienced. It was a kiss filled with love and passion. A kiss that couldn’t be explained in a platonic way. “We aren’t just friends.” He whispered after pulling away. “I don’t think we ever were.”

He kissed me again when dropping me off at home that night, whispering a quick I love you before I walked into the house I shared with Felix. “How was your date?” Felix teased when he saw I was home.

“Perfect.” I smiled, watching as his eyes widened at the fact I didn’t bant with him.

“You’re not denying that this was a date?” He questioned, fully emerging from the kitchen, where he was most likely baking brownies.

“Why would I?” I kicked my shoes off and placed my purse on the coffee table before sitting on the couch, still on cloud nine.

“Because you always do? You and Hyunjin are just friends.” I smiled and shook my head.

“Hyunjin and I are definitely dating.”

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Coming Home (C.E)

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Masterlist)

Summary: dad!Chris Evans. Chris comes home to his twins fighting and he scolds them. But he also takes care of their wounds with you and then you all go out to eat ice cream and have a family day.

Warnings: None. Minimum angst but fluff all the way.

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"Where are the kids?" Your husband came and sat right next to you on the couch. It was a shock to him when he didn't see his two little munchkins clinging to his legs the moment he entered the house. It has been kind of their routine from the moment they could walk on their little two legs.

“They are busy playing in their play room. Why are you not happy about it?” You knew that after a full day of shooting, coming home to two energetic kids was tiring and stressful. So you were shocked when he wasn’t glad to have a moment of peace by himself.

“Well, they are a part of my routine now. It feels weird not having them jumping around me.” The three year olds have always been more attached to Chris than you. Initially, you were a little jealous that the twins focused all their attention on your husband but now you were glad. Having a piece of quiet while he handled the children was pretty awesome.

You both had pretty successful careers and when the twins came into your lives, you both decided that you would handle it all together. In the start, each one of your married girlfriend told you that you had to quit your job as the marketing head because being a mom was a full time job. You were scared and when you shared your concerns with Chris, he consoled you and told you that you would both do it all. Having successful careers while being good parents.

“Just spend sometime with me while Emma and Jason are distracted.” Pouring him a glass of wine, you leaned in to him with your head on his shoulder.

“That is a good way to spend my evening. How was your day, sweetheart?”

“It was hell. My boss gave me a project to complete with a bizarre timeline and when I couldn’t complete it on time. He just took it all out on me in front of my colleague.” Today was humiliating for you and you couldn’t wait to get home, drink a nice glass of wine and relax. “Hated it, babe. How about you?

“Well, my co star couldn’t get her part right so we had to do the same scene five times. We are behind on shooting now and I have to get up early tomorrow morning so that we can catch up to the schedule.” Sighing, he took a long sip of the red liquid and felt his muscles relaxing.

There was a moment of silence that enveloped the room and you just basked in it. “A crappy day for us both.”

“Indeed. Let’s do something exciting then.” He kissed you and just when things were about to get heated, a piercing scream interrupted the moment.

“What-What is happening?” He was still in a haze and couldn’t properly interpret anything.

“It looks like your kids are fighting again.”

“Are you going to handle them?”

“Oh no!” Laughing at his incredulous request, you picked up your glass again. “You wanted to spend time with them so go on.”

Chris got up from the couch and went upstairs. Emma and Jason love each other to death but they have been fighting from the womb. Emma is the stubborn one and while, Jason backs out most of the time. Sometimes, he retaliates and it turns real bad, real fast. They were pretty hot headed, just like you.

“What is happening here?” The dad mode was fully in place when he saw his little girl sitting on the floor with hands pressed to a bloody forehead and his little boy trying to console her.

“She pushed me and then I pushed her. Not my fault. But she hurt, daddy.” The panic in Jason’s eyes was evident.

“(Y/N)! Come here, right now!” You scrambled to your feet as soon as Chris’s voice boomed across the living room. “You never hurt your sister, Jason. This is not alright.” The stern voice was new for Chris but the situation required it.

“But, daddy-”

“No excuses, Mister. Now, apologise to your sister and no toys for you for the whole week.” He got in to action with the first aid kit that he took out of their walk in closet. Emma was still crying her lungs out even when Chris tried to console her. She was not letting him touch the wound and was squirming uncontrollably in his lap.

“Daddy, why you always bla- blame me? Hate you.” Hiccuping, he stuttered on the big words and then stomped out of the room. You tried to stop your son but he just ran past you.

“What is- Oh my god!” The blood was now soaking up your little girl’s shirt and she still wouldn’t let Chris touch the wound.

The one thing that your kids inherited from your husband was the fear of blood and stitches. The small three year old knew that a boo boo that hurts really bad will lead to stitches. You knew how to handle all three of your babies in situation like these. Taking Emma from your husband, you hugged her lightly.

“Bubba, I need to look at your boo boo and then you can have the Elsa bandage.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” When she removed her chubby, little hand, you were relieved that the cut was not big or deep. A bandage would just do the trick. You softly hummed a tune in her ears while you applied an antiseptic to the wound and then the band aid. She had tears streaming down her face and she was sniffling quietly. Chris took her from you when you were done and gently rocked her in his arms. He always loved it when both your children seeked comfort in you. It reminded him of how lucky he was to have you. “Where did Jason go?”

“I scolded his regarding this and he threw a tantrum.” When Emma heard Jason’s name, she further curled herself into his chest.

“Give her to me.” Raising her face by holding her chin, you sternly asked her. “Tell me what happened, young lady?”

With a guilty tone, she told you both that she was the one who pushed Jason first. They were both playing with the doll house that Chris bought Emma as her third birthday present. Jason wanted to add his toy cars to the doll house but she won’t allow it. She pushed him first and he hit his wrist on the small coffee table but then he pushed her back. When she fell back, she hit her head on the side of the wooden house.

“You are going to apologise to him, Emma. I told you that this much anger is not alright, bubba.” Chris took her to the twin’s room that had two different themes running through it. Emma was never a fan of the color pink so she went with purple and Jason really loved yellow, so he got that. The room looked like a clown’s den but Chris was never the one to deny his children’s requests. They had his whole heart well, except you.

“Jace, Emma would like to say something to you.” Setting her on her feet, she went towards his elder brother by barely three minutes.

“I am sorry, Jacey. Never should have pushed you. Kiss your boo boo to make up?” He nodded gently when his sister climbed in to the body. Extending the bruised wrist, Emma held it in her hands and lightly pecked on it. Meanwhile, you got a numbing cream for Jason and you stopped in the doorway with Chris and watched their interaction. They were your and Chris’s two little bundle of joys and you both couldn’t get enough.

“I am sorry that I yelled at you, baby. You two will not have your toys for a week. But who wants ice cream right now?” They both jumped at the mention of their favorite treat.

Chris had a way with the children. He completed all their wishes from eating ice cream as dinner or buying the most expensive toys for them. Making them happy was his primary job and he fulfilled it with great joy. However, he knew when to step up. He knew when to tell them no because he didn’t want his children to be some spoiled brats. He knew how to mediate and that was one of the many thing that you loved about him.

“I will get your jackets while daddy will help you with your shoes.” Going downstairs, you placed Dodger’s food in his bowl because you were going to be out for sometime. Chris always turns a simple outing to a full blown family day. A walk in the park, dinner at a high end restaurant and then shopping at the mall.

“Let’s go.” He buckled both the kids in their respective booster seats and made sure that they both had their preferred stuff toys. God knows, if they didn’t have them on their car ride.

The ice cream place on the fifth avenue was your favorite because it was where Chris took you on your first date. Both the children went for chocolate ice creams and Chris cleaned them up after they were done anything. It was so wholesome to watch him perform his dad duties.

“Then Oliver tried to eat dirt and the teacher gave him a time out.” You never understood why your son was friends with that boy because all he ever cared about was dirt.

“That’s why I hate boys. They are dirty.”

“That’s right, bubba. They are all dirty and disgusting. You stay away from all of them.” Gently nudging him with your shoulders, you playfully scoffed at him. He was sometimes very protective of his children.

“Ollie said girls also have icky germs.”

“Yes. You also stay away from them.” Chris was full on laughing at the situation right now because both the kids were in some serious thoughts.

“Okay dadda.” They both started skipping on the side walk and already started bickering about who was their dad’s favorite. He took you in his arms and kissed you on the forehead.

“Thank you for all this, babe. I love you.” He was truly thankful for you and for everything that you brought in his life.

“I love you too. Now let’s buckle them in before they start pushing each other again.”

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A/N: Dad Chris Evans is a dream so I wanted to write a little blurb related to this idea. Hope you guys enjoyed it. You guys can send in requests but I will get to them a little bit later because I am focusing on my drafts right now. Tell me if you guys want to be added to the tag list.

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