#and i feel proud of myself for seeing this through after barely leaving the bed for more than 3 hours per day yay me

[kor-ee-an-door]

I know in the grand scheme of things, this is so miniscule...but I just caught and released a large bug in my home today and I feel proud of myself. A good one for me and the little guy!

#it wasn't even that big but i once had a panic attack when i had to kill one in my room #and by room i mean a 9m2 student accomodation #and i feel proud of myself for seeing this through after barely leaving the bed for more than 3 hours per day yay me #personal life stuff #delete later

[ohbo-ohno]

Johnny being allowed to fuck but not cum all week because he pissed simon off, he tries bargaining with reader at one point to just - ease the cockring off , simon won't notice it'll be fine. Reader doesn't even have a chance to consider it before Johnny ripped out of her and is muzzled because bad dogs need to keep quiet

hm. you shot me dead with this one. like. what am i supposed to do with myself now?

1.4k of smut below the cut. cw: rough puppy play, itty bitty tiny second of cbt, edging/denial, simon is real real mean to johnny

something about johnny being in trouble and not being allowed to cum in you but trying anyway.... oh he's horrible

maybe this is after he was a little too rough with you (like that ask where he fucked up your wrist, or something similar) and he's in deep shit with simon. not only is he allowed to fuck you, simon makes him fuck you at least once a day. lines up behind johnny and moves his hips for him, doesn't even let him thrust on his own, guides every tiny little twitch. tugs him out right at the last second, makes johnny watch as he comes inside you. spends the whole time calling him bad, says if he could just learn to fucking listen for once he could mount you properly

johnny spends the whole week in misery. guy can barely sit down, he just wants to hump fucking everything. simon tells him he can't sit on the furniture when he's so drippy :( makes him sit on the floor instead - or he can let you clean johnny up, but no coming. does he want to be edged again or kneel between his legs like the mutt he is?

jacks him off in the shower in the morning, stopping right before he comes. leaves him crying and makes johnny wash his hair. has you cockwarm him for a bit, to make sure he stays completely hard. makes johnny eat you out til you're nearly knocked out, jacks him off slowly and stops every time you come.

he's nearly done with his punishment when he fucking breaks. it's a night simon isn't meant to be home until after midnight. you'd gone to bed earlier than johnny, wake up to him at you back, nose nudging your cheekbone and hard cock thrusting against your back.

"just gonna- just gonna fuck you, bonnie, 'k?"

"johnny?" you murmur, still half asleep. "but... simon said-"

"simon isn't fucking here," he snarls back, and you feel his bared teeth press against his shoulder. "he won't know. i'll be quick, ok, lass? just gotta... gotta cum, then you go back to sleep, yeah?"

"johnny," you'd whine again, getting a little squirmy in your spot as you feel his hands work at his own dick, then feel him start to slide in without any prep. "john- ow..."

"hush," he breathes heavily in your ear, hips already starting to work. you can feel how quickly his heart beats against you back. "i'll eat you out after, just let me... just..."

he doesn't speak after that, and neither do you. he's fast, needy, you can tell he's only gonna last a few minutes. you're still half-asleep, lost in the comforting warmth of your blankets and pillows, can't do anything but lay limp like a doll for him and relish in the pleasure.

you don't hear simon come in. one minute johnny is thrusting away inside of you, the next he's being ripped off, a sharp yelp coming from his lips followed by a long drawn out whine.

"bad fucking boy," you hear simon snarl over your shoulder, the sound of a slap echoing through the air. "you that fucking lost in your instincts, dog? can't think with nothin' but your dick - you see a pussy and fuck it, that's it huh? can't even listen to a simple command from your master. useless mutt."

you turn your head to the side, sleep clearing from your head at the sight of johnny crumpled to his knees, simon tall and proud above him. you can see the shine of tears on johnny's cheeks with the little light from the doorway.

"simon- simon-"

"no," simon's tone is merciless, his boot coming to rest on johnny's rock-hard dick and pushing down. "that's not what bad boys get to call me."

another whine, a plaintive "master..."

you see johnny's hips work a little, tiny thrusts against the sole of the boot. simon's scowl grows, backhanding johnny with bruising force and sending him sprawling to the floor. "why are you speaking? dogs don't fucking talk."

he stares down at johnny for another moment, both of them taking great heaving breaths. finally, he sighs loud and angry. "fine. i was going easy on you, mutt, was tryin' to be nice. but clearly you don't deserve nice."

he stalks over to their closet, yanking open a drawer you know holds the mean toys - the ones you don't like nearly as much as the others. he grabs something silver and shiny, storm back over to johnny and hauls him up by the hair.

johnny scrambles to follow, but simon doesn't give him a chance to stand. just drags his weight to the bed, throws him onto his back nearly on top of your legs.

you squeak a little, simon's aggressive energy something you're not entirely comfortable being so close to. you curl your legs up, folding into a little ball against the pillows as you stare at the two of them with wide eyes.

simon glances over to you at the sound, eyes softening behind his mask immediately. "oh, love, you're not in trouble. you couldn't stop the mutt from fucking you, huh? don't worry. we'll get him punished and i'll take care of you."

johnny whines again and starts wiggling around, eyes squeezed shut as his hips desperately thrust, looking for any sort of sensation. simon's attention slams back to him, a growl rumbling from his throat as he cups johnny's dick in one hand.

"gotta get you soft, dog," he growls, and you see his hand moving around a bit until he's got johnny's balls in a vice-grip. "the ring wasn't enough for a horny bitch like you, we'll see how you like the cage."

johnny's past words, can only writhe on the bed with little animal noises slipping past his lips. simon doesn't give him any leeway, doesn't give him comfort when he starts to sob a little, just keeps squeezing.

once he's apparently soft enough, simon is quick and methodical about locking johnny's cock up. almost impersonal.

"there," he grunts when he stands up to stare down at johnny. he lands a slap to johnny's dick, gets the smaller man jolting and crying out. "in your cage now. you're not sleeping in bed with us people until you prove you can handle it."

johnny hardly struggles as simon forces him to his knees, kicking at his side to guide him to the crate looming in the corner of the room.

just moments later simon's at the bed with you. he tugs the mask off now (knows you like it sometimes, but also knows it scares you a little - rarely wears it outside of punishments) and crawls on top of you, hands soft and slow as he coaxes you to stretch out back on the bed.

"hey, baby," he murmurs, voice low and just for you. "you're a good girl. can't help what the mutt does, huh? i know, i know. i'll take care of you now, fuck you right."

there are whines from the corner as simon flips you onto your stomach. he lifts you up to your knees, everything soft as he rubs your pussy a few times before slipping his cock into you.

he's always so heavy. you sink further into the bed when he gives you his weight, little moan slipping past your lips as your eyes roll back in your head. johnny gets louder.

"yeah, there you go. good girl, baby, so good for me, huh?"

simon fucks you deep and slow. no rush whatsoever, just nice and languid. you'd probably fall asleep if not for johnny's increasingly desperate noises, the sound of his crate rocking against the wall as he does something in there.

at one point simon sighs all annoyed into your ear, pulls out without warning. you whine and he pets a hand over your hair, whisps "just give me a second, doll, gotta shut the dog up and then i'll finish you off" before walking away.

you don't open your eyes, but you hear simon moving around the room. hear him spit, "makin' me fucking muzzle you because you can't shut up. nothing but a goddamn animal, are you?"

when simon fucks you again, johnny is silent.

he brings you to a slow and easy orgasm, fingers stroking at your achy clit. finishes inside you at nearly the same time.

he tucks you into his arms after, curls you into him and sighs, the sound all satisfied man. you fall asleep like that, johnny's predicament the furthest thing from your mind.

#asks and answers #bo writes #dlmliyh #btw simon totally lied about what time he'd be back so he could catch johnny and get him in more trouble lol #favorites

[slytherinshua]

MY FAVOURITE

genre. fluff. hurt/comfort. warnings. jaehyun had a stressful day and cries a bit. pairing. jaehyun x fem!reader. wc. 857. request. requested by 🐧 anon: thoughts about jaehyun returning home to y/n after a stressful day and switching from leader mode to baby mode a/n. jaehyun being a crybaby is just so :( like i love him i adore him as a cry baby myself 🥹 like idk i just cry over everything any slightly stressful situation will have the tears forming its not even funny >:( jaehyun looks so squishable and tiny when he cries like 😭😭😭 he needs to be protected from the world.

“No. I told you we needed another 2 days for choreography lessons. The boys will be stressed if they have to learn it all by tomorrow. There’s still so many details we need to review.” Your boyfriend had barely walked through the door before he got a call from his manager and started talking. He sounded extremely stressed— not something you were usually used to from soft clingy Jaehyun you had around most days.

Whether it was charismatic performances on stage or detailed plans and decision-making offstage, your boyfriend excelled in both areas. But it was tiring. He could switch on and off as quickly and easily as he needed to, which was extremely helpful in keeping his stress at a low. Relaxing and recharging was just as important as working, and he knew that he needed a balance to keep going.

Today had been long and heavy on the work non-stop part of his life that Jaehyun both loved and hated. It was all worth it— always— but some days he really wished he didn’t have to leave so early in the morning and come home so late at night. Some days he wished he could just cuddle with you until he actually wanted to get up and that he was able to get back to you in time for dinner. 

It was much past dinner time by now, already nearing midnight. Though your boyfriend’s voice sounded just like usual, professional, bright, and confident, you could tell with one glance at his face that he was so so tired. Eye bags and furrowed eyebrows framed his face, and he ran a stressed hand through his black hair, letting it stay and grip at the strands a bit too long for your liking.

The phone call ended quickly, thankfully. Jaehyun turned to you and you could just see him soften and relax completely. You closed the distance between you two so he didn’t have to, knowing your boyfriend and his love for hugs. He sunk into the hug immediately, holding you so so tightly. You frowned at how he was barely supporting his own body weight, so exhausted that he physically couldn’t do much other than cling to you.

You wanted to move to the couch in case he ended up toppling you both over with any extra weight he put in the hug. But you couldn’t do it without breaking the hug and Jaehyun looked like he would cry if that happened.

Not that he hadn’t started crying a little already. You could feel his body rack silently as he tugged at the back of your sweater, breathing in the scent of your shampoo with each uneven breath. You rubbed his back slowly up and down, soothingly waiting until he had calmed down enough to get ready for bed.

“It’s okay, let it all out, baby. I know it was an exhausting day. But you know I’m proud of you, right?” You murmured, pressing little kisses to his temple as you spoke. He started crying a little harder at your words, but you didn’t mind at all. You were glad you were someone he trusted enough to be completely vulnerable with. He didn’t hold back his tears, sobbing into your shoulder until the tears slowly stopped. You pulled back once you felt that he could hold himself up again with a clearer head.

“Not even the sky can be sunny all the time.” You smiled at his precious face, reaching out to swipe a thumb on his cheek to wipe away the tear stains. His nose was red and a little runny, and his eyes were a bit swollen. He looked so precious and small, and your heart broke just seeing him cry. 

After a few more hugs and a couple of kisses for motivation, you got him to shower and get into his pyjamas to cuddle up with you and finally sleep. Jaehyun loved to be the little spoon more than anything, all wrapped up close to you, feeling so comfortable and secure like nothing could ever touch him. You played with his hair and pressed continuous kisses to his face— you loved to spoil your baby with as much affection as he deserved, and he loved to receive it after a long day.

“It’s my favourite thing…” He mumbled quietly, snuggling closer into your chest.

“What is?” You traced a finger around his nose and cheekbone, pressing a kiss to the spot right after.

“This. And you. You’re my favourite.” He replied, smiling a little, about half asleep already.

“Really?” You smiled fondly at him as he nodded. “I’m honoured to be your favourite. You’re my favourite too.” 

“Really…?” He was so sleepy, and his words came out whispered, but you found it all the more endearing.

“Yes, really.”

With the last bit of energy Jaehyun had before sleep caught hold of him, he reached for your hand that was playing with his hair and brought it down to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to your fingers. Before you could respond or return the favour, he was already sound asleep in your hold.

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[sweetdreamsbuck]

napping on the couch together if you feel so inclined 🥺💖

I'm here

bucky x f!reader (gif not indicative of reader description)

w.c: 2.5k

a/n: Col, this strayed far from what it was originally meant to be, but I couldn't help myself. I hope you enjoy it<3

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

Bucky’s never been one to be overbearing, in any way.

Protective and doting, certainly– never so that his attentive means of care made you feel anything but cherished, supported, grounded.

Your Bucky.

Meeting you, loving you, allowing something so priceless into his world, has changed everything for him. There’s a burning need to be the one constant in your life that knows you. To be the man who can take the pressures of the world from off of your shoulders with ease, weaving himself around every twinge of sadness, eclipsing all murmurs of insignificance and unrest, until all you know is the weight of his breath shouldering your heart.

“You listenin’ to me?” it’s not a question he ever finds himself asking, but tonight, his girl’s exhausted. Completely drained. And she came home with the wind knocked out of her lungs and harrowing sobs strangling her light.

Those familiar knuckles, vibranium and oh-so purposeful, stroked along your cheeks while rosy concern emanated from the swells of his own. Bucky finds it necessary now– their delicate dance of outlining the shape of your nose, smoothing the lines of distress and the tremble of your lips resting against his muscles– they’re the culprit of what coaxed your eyes shut in mere seconds.

His hands wield so much power– fragile, firm, thrilling tenderness you weren’t sure existed anywhere else outside of his touch. Impossible not to surrender to, falling deeper and deeper under his protection. But it’s purely selfish now how desperate Bucky is to touch you, to quell every fiber of worry or unease with the brush of his palm. He lives for the moment your body relaxes under his care, all tension and pain evaporating within the caress of his love. “Someone ready for bed?”

His voice is a whisper, a warm and honeyed heaven blanketing every inch of you. How a man of his size embodies the breeze of gentle winds rustling through blades of grass, well. You never have to wonder.

A fearsome beauty to behold, otherworldly– Bucky shines, burnished and ethereal; all of the terrifying Angel you know him to be.

The patter of freezing rain and rough winds plaguing the windows reminded you of how safe you were inside the life you shared. After all the isolating thoughts, after all the feelings of restless insignificance swimming round and round between your ears– Bucky’s here, soothing it all. Erasing any lingering struggle to find your footing, leaving nothing but the ghost of worshiping lips with husky whispers of how proud he is of you, how desperately he loves you with indescribable devotion rushing from his soul.

Each stroke, each breath, each kiss that danced along your skin echoes the sentiment of words Bucky’d shower you with until the day his heart stopped “Oh my sweet girl, I’m here.”

Crying had never felt so safe than while enveloped in his arms, strong hands soothing long paths along your tense back, lips falling protectively against your temple. He touches you as if you're the very thing that lights the sky; his words are hardly enough to prove how much of a miracle you are. Because to him, you are.

His miracle.

His pink lips barely leave your skin as his words sink in– a devastating touch each inch and scar of your being knows; Bucky’s kiss is final. And it lives within each curve, each insecurity, each smile, each ugly secret he knows took all the trust in the world to let him see, loving them enough for the both of you and then some– “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.”

Bucky’s lips brand the words permanently, in absolution with tremors of his vigorous desire to be everything for you. “I got you. Whatever you need, let me,”– you need him, always.

Tonight hadn’t been any different. After what felt like hours of being shielded by his unwavering tenderness, of sobbing into his chest so rawly Bucky swore he felt his heart shredding in two, trying his hardest to catch all of you and never let go– resting your eyes for a moment against his stomach seemed to be just what you needed. Your head shook against thick muscle, his relaxing fingers slowed at your hairline, “N’am not, not tired. Just keep talking.”

Cool metal etched silent promises down to your hip, his piercing gaze staring at you with that look– the one that says he’s perfectly intent on staying like this, loving you, holding you until the messy and unforgiving world made a bit more sense. He needs it more than you most of the time. And then he’d get to hold you some more; knowing the overwhelming emotion he felt every time he looked at you was at peace within your veins.

“Really?” that deep voice crooned, playful, “‘Cause I think, you’re fallin’ asleep on me.”

Work had been hell the past few weeks while feelings of being alone were at an all-time high. Between wrestling with self-doubt, a workload that had somehow weaseled its way into your life and into the nightmares that kept you tossing and turning, all of the yelling and berating that shook you to your core because of mistakes that were entirely out of your control– of course. It was impossible not to.

You were falling asleep on the gentle thing you could never, ever, get enough of immersing yourself in. The one thing that proved time and time again, you could never be alone while Bucky still had air filling his lungs.

And maybe that’s why it’s so effortless to do so. The one thing that saw all of your broken pieces, the sharp edges you felt would threaten even the strongest– Bucky saw them, could paint them all by name like the scars marring his own body. He held them so tenderly, cherished each piece of you that you deemed burdensome so fiercely; nothing about you was a burden. Bucky admired all of you, desired all of you with a fervent need. It made your head spin, it made you feel whole.

“I’m not, just wanna hear your voice. Promise, I’m awake.” Bucky could hardly find it in himself to blink, not when your lips spread in a sweet smile he hadn’t seen in weeks. So small, so muted compared to the brilliance that nearly brought him to his knees every damn time he was in the presence of one. But it’s yours. “Please…”.

It’s weakening, mesmerizing, the bruise you leave with every display of your love. The serum only makes a man so strong; he’d never get enough of the way you wounded him.

Bucky gleams, and if you weren’t so spent, you’d see the air of ease filling his chest, the expanse of his shoulders quaking with reprieve.

Just when you thought you’d known everything there was to know about being seen, guarded by your very own earth angel, his hand closed around yours, tugging it gently to rest against his sternum. Bucky closed his eyes, leaning down to rest his nose within your knuckles. Inhaling, pulling you apart by the very seams and mending all at once– it seemed almost silly, how necessary his lips feel claiming the skin of your fingers, but your body felt the sensitive accusation of his kiss tenfold, “Even here. I’m here, too.”

You couldn’t stop the tears that blurred your vision if you tried.

There’s a lilt, always, pleasant and solid in his sigh when his eyes meet yours, your nerves buzzing from the way he always breathes you in vying for more. Vibranium tickles the tears under your eyes with adoration, a confirmation, he’d let you pretend you’re not falling asleep, that you really wanted to listen to him ramble on and on– so long as he gets to wound you, too.

That’s all you’ll ever need.

Your body knows, even on the cusp of sleep it craves him. More him, always more. His warmth, his support, the irresistible smell of his skin that always comes before relief. It slowly shifts, uncurling itself from the dip of the couch and closer to where Bucky’s fingers concealed your own.

His hands revel in that, it’s all they itch for; guiding your frame closer until your body collapses with deliverance, lashes teasing against his skin while your breathing slowed even more.

His eyes certainly never risk closing when you burrow further into his chest, hiding that exhausted pout within the shadows of his neck just above rough scar tissue. How could he miss even a second?

The echo of your heart mirrored the air puffing down his neck with every exhale sighed and it’s a revelation. Bucky revels in how perfect it feels to be wanted, to be trusted so deeply by the person who fills every color of his life with undying affection. He takes none of it for granted, especially not the soft hums the most distracting lips fall to adorn his throat with.

And then they melt on his skin, the featherlight promise of Bucky’s miracle resting against his pulse, again and again and again– it’s hardly his fault a shiver eases down his spine. Those damn lips. He’ll never be able to find language to express to you how good it feels, how addicting you are.

He’d do anything for you, be anything for you.

“Alright, sweet girl,” those strong hands wrap around your waist, plush lips greeting your eyelids with a dynamic song that sings I’m here. It’s okay to let go, let go, sweet girl. Let me love you. You’ve heard it countless times– have felt it endlessly since the first moment you invited him in behind those towering, frightening walls of your heart. But it’s soft, orchestrated with vulnerable direction, scruff-laced harmonies whispered against every inch of you, ostinato declarations of desire with a certain timbre only you know the key of “I’ll take care of you, just let me love you.”

“You’re gonna have to hear all about my perfect girl, but I can do that. Jus’let me hold you right.” The couch pillows already share the imprint of your body pressed up against his, of countless hours of entwined limbs and thick muscles sheltered within your arms. Yet, it always feels new, a different welcome each time, somehow more familiar than the last.

Bucky rearranged you both lying with his back nestled in the cushions, cradling you right atop his heart. “She’s so bright, the smartest.” Long fingers lifted under your chin, catching your eyes in their fight to stay open.

“And she’s the kindest soul, swear she’s made of stars.” He couldn’t help himself; that breathtaking glimmer washing so peacefully over your face, the trying lift of your mouth; he smoothed the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip before placing a kiss just under your nose, “beautiful,” on the plump of your cheek, “so, so beautiful,” on the corner of your mouth, “precious”. Bucky’s lips meld so softly with your own, your breath tasting of surrender, of bliss.

A sniffle slipped out, once then twice. “Strong. So damn strong,” a third time is when your body followed through with its fate, shaking slightly against him.

The way he holds you, knows you, worships you, leaving no room for questioning the torrents of emotion he treads– it’s maddening. Bucky walks with the years of his own pain, yet bleeds with the certainty of just how easy it is to love you, to devour you whole with the joyous bruise of being loved in return.

“Shh hey, hey…what?” he worried, rubbing a calloused thumb from your quivering lip all the way to your creased forehead.

“What what?”

Forced bemusement of his concern rumbled delightedly beneath you, “You’re okay,” his nose bumped against yours, lips following, “but what’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, hm?” Bucky’s nose wiggled down to behind your ear, peppering quick pecks on the skin there until you were squirming.

You giggled– oh god you fucking giggle and Bucky’s ruined. It erupted, and he felt it everywhere; goosebumps, swirling until they bled so potent beneath his skin. Nothing else could matter more than the promising sound of the home he’s allowed himself to live in.

“I don’t know,” he feels it in your eyes– so telling of the devotion Bucky deserves– honest, and they can’t seem to get enough of the curve of his nose, the freckles that dance along the high points of his concerned features. Those serene, startling blue eyes. Always seeing you, always longing for you.

Home. Your Bucky.

“I’m just so tired.”

Bucky would relive every moment he’s endured to always know what it feels like to be loved by you, to be clung to in your most vulnerable of states, with glazed-over eyes tormented and drowsy, to know of the rapture that exists in holding you tight until the air drowning your lungs is full of his love, of soothing breaths. To nurture you, accept your feelings and emotions with open hands, however they may present themselves.

He wants it all. Just you.

Bucky could only pull you closer, breathing you in as plump lips gently lay on your forehead, resolute arms embracing you with reverence.

He clears his throat, ready for you to listen, “Sometimes, I wonder how I got here. You know how special this is to me? The light of my dreams, so damn comfortable in my arms. Did’ya know that? Used to dream of you,” his knuckles swiped away the remaining wet trails from your face, calloused fingers softly spidering along your shoulders.

“Really? My Bucky?”

My Bucky– god he could burst.

The flush spreading along his cheeks hardly phased him, he nestled his nose against you further, nodding.

“Didn’t ever get to see you, but I know it. Had to be you, watching over me. Better than I could have even imagined. Sweetest damn eyes, hurts my chest a little just thinking about going a whole lifetime without ever knowing them. Prettiest heart in the whole world, you save me a little more every time I look at ya. When I get to hold you. You have no idea what you are to me.”

Me? your tongue attempted. It comes out as more of a yawn, already asleep.

“All I ever needed. Lucky bastard I am, huh?” Bucky hates how the world seems to take your compassion for granted, walking all over your kindness as if it’s expendable. It’s not. Not even a little bit. God only knows the serenity it’s granted him, of the fresh air it’s offered Bucky to live within each day.

“You’re the first thing I’ve had in a long time. And you make me feel whole, capable. I could be myself, learn to, at least. Not… disappear. Could never do that, not now. I have years to make up for, a whole life to live. A home to get back to at the end of the day. And I got the sweetest thing in the whole damn universe to love. You got no idea…”

A questioning whimper of his name rumbles against his throat, safe and asleep in the soundness of his chest.

“M’right here, sweet girl. I got you.” Your Bucky, he thought.

The rain kept pouring, the night remained dark and chilled, but all Bucky could focus on was the heart beating warmly against his own. He counted your breaths as they landed safely within his black and gold shoulder– the only metal that would ever know the enormity of what a miracle you were– just as his eyelids drift closed.

<3

“M’right here, sweet girl. I got you.” Your Bucky, he thought.

The rain kept pouring down, the night remained dark and chilled, but all Bucky could focus on was the heart beating warmly against his own. He counted your breaths as they landed safely within his black and gold shoulder; the only metal that truly knew the enormity of what a miracle you were; just as his eyelids drift closed.

<3

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[baurbiediv]

Hiii i saw you’re taking requests rn :)

Reade is in the family suit watching the game and suddenly doesnt feel good and coughs blood and then passes out. The other gf and wives (they love reader) trying to help. Maybe she has a cerebral hemorrhage and is rushed to the hospital. They cant get a hold of joey at first amd reader is scared and only sees him after surgery

sweet nothing

PAIRING ➔ joe burrow x gf!reader

WARNINGS ➔ mentions of blood, passing out, fainting & hospitalization (do not read if topic is sensitive to you! i am not forcing you to read this story!)

SYNOPSIS ➔ everything seems to not be going to well with y/n, what happens when joe can’t reach her?

A/N ➔ i had to change some stuff around (sorry anon!!!!) + if this is a triggering topic, please do not read for your own well-being! i also tried to do as much research as i could for this one, so please if there are any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know!

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usually you’d been excited for game days, except this time, it felt different.

you’d woke up that morning feeling incredibly groggy and exhausted, but you kept it pushing since you didn’t want make joe nervous.

it was the biggest game of the season, the AFC championship. joe had been pushing himself for this game and you were undoubtedly behind him for every single step.

you observed how hard he worked, even in the times he was so sore he could barely move, he wanted to be out there with his team and make them proud.

the clock read 8:45 am, just barely missing the alarm, you sat up and rubbed the slumber from your eyes and stretched.

looking back, joe, who was comfortably sleeping on his back and you watched the lazy sun just narrowly peeking through the blinds, hit his skin. getting up to get ready, you figured joe could use a little extra sleep so you let him sleep and left him to go to the bathroom.

usually when you got up in the morning, you weren’t sensitive to the lights at all really as they never affected you, but in that moment, you were oddly sensitive to them today.

carrying it with a grain of salt, you left the bathroom, the clock now reading 8:55 am, you approached the bed and ran a hand up and down joe’s back.

you laughed quietly seeing his face smushed into the pillow, before kissing his cheek, “wake up sleepyhead!” you whispered said as his eyes slowly opened.

a smile slowly etched onto his face, regularly he was a heavy sleeper, this time all it took was a kiss from you to wake him up, “good morning” he said, the rasp in voice very prominent.

you both smiled as you leaned back down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

you’d never admit it but you loved his morning voice, although you were almost sure joe knew that.

-

normally you two had never been this late leaving the house, but your body was against you today. you couldn’t pin point what was going on, but you hoped that it would stop soon. nothing like this had ever happened before, so why now?

once you arrived at the stadium, you turned and looked at joe, “now, i know i say this before every game day, but you know i love you. don’t get into your head too much, joey. you’ll do great, i know you will.” you told him as he smiled above you.

“thank you my love, i’ll try not to psych myself out”, he said which made you furrow your eyebrows and look at him, “okay, okay, i was joking! but i got it. i love you.” he said before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, you smiled and waved goodbye as he left to go practice.

you headed up to the family suite and were immediately met with the other wives and girlfriends of the other players, the first to approach you, was meggi.

you two had known each other for quite some time now and were excited to find out that your boyfriends would be playing on the same team.

you all sat down and caught up with each other, as if you didn’t do that any other day with them. time had passed by and eventually the game had begun and was already in its 2nd quarter.

but that wasn’t before you were hit with the most severe headache you’ve ever before felt something thick, trickling down your nose, blood.

kayla, who wasn’t standing too far from you, noticed you and she made her way towards you, “y/n, what’s going on?” she said, before grabbing a few napkins and helping you hold them towards your nose.

you shook your head as felt like you could barely speak, “i don’t know, one minute i’m perfectly fine, next thing i know my head is killing me and my nose is bleeding.”

you said before putting a hand on the back of your head, trying to relieve the pressure of the headache somehow. you thought you could physically feel your heart beating faster and directly out of your chest right now.

chassidy was helping you stand and at this point everyone was nervous, meggi & iris making calls down to medical assistance and even the team assistant in hopes for them to reach joe, but nothing was working and nobody was answering back.

-

the dimmed lights and cold air felt very foreign to you, somewhat uncomfortable, and making you unreasonably anxious.

the only thing that was even capable were the faint beeping of the monitors around you and the faint voices heard out in the hallway.

you did your best to make out the voices, but there was no luck. heading the door open, you slowly looked over seeing joe’s figure, you smiled, yet, his eyes were nearly bloodshot red and puffy.

you’d never been so confused as to why he was crying.

joe quickly hugged you, yet, he was careful. he wasn’t sure what was going on with the love of his life, he didn’t want to hurt her more than she already was.

“hi my love.” he said as you quickly hugged him back, that feeling of love coming back to you.

“hi joey, did you win the game?” you said, clearly oblivious to the major traumatic event that occurred.

joe softly pulled away from you allowing you to rest, he laughed tenderly as he wiped the few tears from his eyes that seemingly escaped without him noticing, “yes y/n we won.” he said, which made you slightly cheer.

“so what happened?” you asked him, he sighed before he looked down, “you had a cerebral hemorrhage y/n,” you started to remember everything from that entire morning. from the groggy feeling and the sensitivity, to the splitting headache, and finally the nose bleed.

“the doctors don’t know how it happened, they checked family history, they found nothing.” he said, you softly grabbed his hand, “i’m okay now though joey.” you smiled, he nodded in agreement.

“but i’m watching you with my every move y/n, you got that?” he said pointing to you, making a ridiculous face,

“yes sir burrow!” you said laughing.

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sorry ab the shit ending 🙍🏽‍♀️

#joe burrow #joe burrow x black reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow blurb

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday

Look at me posting two days in a row! The beans are slowly returning from their disappearance, I can feel it!

This snippet of Frostpunk AU is a little longer and I probably shouldn't be sharing all of it because remaining mysterious and all that, but fuck it. I'm just proud of myself for having written something lol.

There’s a slight rustle as his tent flaps are pulled back, and Buck’s legs jostle as a weight sinks onto the end his bed, a firm hand curling around his shin. “Hey Bobby,” Buck croaks, his voice rough and frayed, like a well worn piece of material. “Hey kid. You doing okay?” Buck opens his eyes and is met with the warm, brown eyes of his adopted father, full of care and concern. Bobby cocks his head, waiting for a response. “No,” Buck says quietly, and he rolls onto his side, curling his legs up towards his body. He wraps his arms around his knees and lets out a shaky sigh. “No, I’m not, but I don’t know why. I can’t get them out of my head, Bobby! Why can’t I let them go?” He angles his head up towards Bobby, looking at him with pleading eyes, and Bobby sighs, moving to stretch himself beside Buck. It’s reminiscent of when he was younger and was plagued with nightmares. Bobby would bring Buck into his and Athena’s bed and the small boy would cling to Bobby’s chest as he whispered stories into Buck’s hair, until the trembling stopped, and his breathing evened out. “I never did tell you how I found you and Maddie, did I? You were so young, I wasn’t sure if you remembered…” Bobby says, shifting beside Buck as he gets into a comfortable position. His muscles must be in a similar state to Buck’s if not worse, so it’s any wonder it takes him a moment to settle. “C’mere.” Buck turns, his body relaxing as he sees Bobby’s outstretched arm, and he settles into his father’s side, head resting against his chest, just like the old days. “I understand how you’re feeling,” Bobby begins, his hand skimming up Buck’s arm as he squeezes him closer. “We never meant to find you and Maddie. I was out on a scouting mission with Athena, and we were looking for my fa– for some people who were lost in a storm. We’d barely made it a day out of the city before we found you two.” Bobby shivers, as though the memory were transporting him back in time. For Buck, he has flashes of his childhood before Sector 118, small moments of discomfort as he remembers harsh words, cold looks, and lonely nights. He nods, signalling for Bobby to continue. “We found you two wrapped up together. Maddie had tried to dig you into a drift to conserve heat but had gotten too tired, so she’d stopped. If we hadn’t found you –“ Bobby’s voice breaks and his grip on Buck’s shoulders tighten, pulling him in closer. Buck lets out a small noise in the back of his throat and allows Bobby to pull him in, chin digging into the top of Buck’s head. They lie there, both shaking slightly as Bobby relives the past and Buck fears for the future. Bobby takes a deep breath before he finally continues. “I didn’t leave your bedside for a week. Athena had to drag me away to eat. I barely slept. You were just some kid I’d rescued, but for some reason I couldn’t leave you. Either of you”   Bobby hums out a small laugh and Buck feels it reverberate through his chest, reminding him of how Bobby used to laugh as Buck would try and tickle him after he’d calmed down from his nightmares. It’s oddly comforting. “So I know exactly what you’re going through. There’s no rhyme or reason for it, Buck. You just have to let yourself feel it. Be there for them. We’ll all support you.”

No pressure tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @puppyboybuckley @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @rainbow-nerdss @wildlife4life @buckbuckgoose @bucksbackwardcap @evanbegins @cal-daisies-and-briars @fortheloveofbuddie @spagheddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @loserdiaz @giddyupbuck @aroeddiediaz @jesuisici33 @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @thekristen999 @actuallyitsellie @wikiangela @smilingbuckley @epicbuddieficrecs @underwater-ninja-13 @shortsighted-owl @loveyouanyway

#father son moments like this are my fave #yes bobby cuddles buck when he's sad #in this au they're v close #that's his boy!!! #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #911 #eddie x buck #buddie wip #james writes #frostpunk au

[jobean12-blog]

Boys in Bed with Books (23)-Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 777

Summary: Joel is always the one in control but when he’s reading and relaxing you take the opportunity to turn the tables...or so you think. 

Author’s Note: I’ve missed my Boys in Bed so here we are again...had to do Joel and thank you to my sweet Nat @blackwidownat2814 for giving me the encouragement. Love and appreciate you always! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰

Warnings: some (d)omish vibes- maybe a little, (o)ral, lots of yummies, some softness too (18+ONLY PLEASE!!!)

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @joelmjller thank you lovely🥰

Boys in Bed with Books Masterlist

Joel Miller Masterlist

“Reading again?”

Joel looks up from his book, his eyes following you as you move around the room.

��You seem surprised sweetheart,” he hums.

“I’m happy. You look relaxed,” you reply, turning away to search for clothes in your dresser drawer.

You start to undress, leaving only your shirt on as you grab your towel and get ready for a shower. Before going into the bathroom you stop by the bed and peer at the cover of Joel’s book.

“The Martian,” you say softly. “An Ellie recommendation?”

“Actually, I picked this one myself.”

He looks proud and your smile widens.

“She’s going to love that,” you tell him before kissing his cheek. “How is it so far?”

“Really good…there’s a lot of Science, I’m learning.”

“Even better,” you tease.

His fingers dance under the hem of your shirt and brush your bare hip before tightening and pulling you closer. He bends his head to yours and his hand trails teasingly down the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Are you makin’ fun of me darlin’?” he murmurs.

You close your eyes and ghost your lips across his.

“I’m going to shower,” you answer, slipping from his grasp with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

You can feel the heat of his stare as you walk into the bathroom and with one last look back you see his hand curled into a fist as his gaze devours you.  

When you step back into the bedroom, the sight of Joel lying on the bed, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his chest over the now closed book, has you feeling a rush of want.

His eyes are closed and his face is peaceful and at first the thought of disturbing him fills you with trepidation, but as you continue to watch him and he shifts with a whisper of your name you gain the confidence to take control and help him relax even more.

On that note, you let your towel fall to the floor and climb onto the bed. You crawl up his body and place soft kisses along his chest.

He groans and his hands quickly find your bare skin, his touch reverent as they smooth along your curves. His eyes open, mixed with sleepiness and desire.

“What are you up to darlin’? he asks, his voice thick with heat.  

In answer you slide back down his body and finger the button of his jeans until it pops open. He stares through half lidded eyes as you drag his jeans down far enough to release him.

“Oh fuck baby,” he moans when your head dips.

Your fingers dig into the muscles of his thighs as they tense and his breathing stutters when you take him into your mouth.

Your movements are deliberately languid and he flexes his hips, pushing himself deeper past your lips.

After a little more teasing, you begin to work him harder, gazing at him from under your lashes and feeling a rush of heat between your legs when you see grab at the sheets with his hands. He curls his fingers into the fabric, a hiss slipping through his gritted teeth as he throws his head back against the pillow.

Just as you feel him drawing close, you release him.

“Darlin’, what are you doin’?” he growls, lifting his head and pinning you with an almost pained look.

“I need you inside of me,” you whisper.

His frustration disappears instantly.

“Then get the fuck up here and ride me.”

His gruff demand makes you clench around nothingness but you steel yourself and give him a demure lift of your shoulders, slowly dragging his jeans off and savoring the desperation in his words.  

“Patience,” you purr.

His jaw is clenched tightly and he grinds his teeth, eyes dark.

You make your way back up his body, trailing kisses along the cut of muscle at his hip, before straddling him.

His rough hands reach for you, grabbing your waist and grinding you down over him before his fingers graze your stomach and dip between your legs. Your hand moves to his, wanting to take back control but he brushes it aside.

“Stop it or I’ll stop darlin’,” he warns as he spreads you open.

You gasp his name, your back arching and your nails digging into his skin as you relinquish all power, silently giving in to him.

His eyes fly to yours, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling rapidly. His free hand lifts to curl around your neck and he drags your mouth down to his, whispering against your lips, “don’t forget you belong to me.”

@justkinsey​ @flordeamatista​

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fic #joel miller imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #boys in bed with books

[wayfayrr]

Hello!

If it's alright with you, can I get a spiked Latte and some Christmas pudding to eat in please?

I absolutely love your writings and all of your works! You're definitely one of my favorite authors (*´꒳`*)

I hope you have a great day/night and a Happy Holiday!

- 𐂂 anon (if that's okay with you ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ)

it's more than alright!! welcome to this little corner of our hellsite elk!! (if you don't mind me calling you that ofc) I've seen you over on fir's blog assuming this is the same 𐂂 and it's lovely to meet you myself, I hope you're having a lovely day too <3

I wrote this one as a continuation to the other first request seeing as it flowed well and felt like the most natural thing to do. I hope you'll enjoy your order and your time here <3

[event masterlist]

“My deity? Is this not to your taste, did - did I do something wrong?”

What am I supposed to say to that? I feel like I’m about to throw up or pass out, not to mention the countless things in between. He’s standing in front of me with a bloody heart, all the while looking at me like a puppy begging for approval. 

“You - wh- where-”

don’tpassoutdon’tpassoutdon’tpassoutDON’TPASSOUT

[name] if you pass out here then none of the links will be able to help you, you cannot pass out. Just - just ask him to get rid of it, but he looked so proud of it. 

“Ple- please can you just… I don’t need that, can you… just - please get rid of it.”

He seemed dejected when I said that but he -thankfully- didn’t question it. Just left without another word with a defeated look on his face now leaving me all alone to settle myself enough to try get some sleep. Just - just have to get the image of that out of my head,  else I might never be able to sleep till I do. Maybe the others wouldn’t mind me going to share a room with one of them for the night but there’s always the chance they won’t let me live this down they have gone through worse than I have after all. No, it’s not worth the chance of embarrassing yourself infront of them like that, you’re fine in here on your own all you need to do is get changed and get into bed it’s easy; what chance will you have to get in a normal bed again anyway?

Going through the familiar motions of getting changed is grounding, calming even, throwing myself onto the bed and wrapping myself up in the plush blanket just helps even more. Falling asleep really won’t be hard. 

Mhpm why am I up? It’s not that much darker so I can’t have been asleep for much more than half an hour or so and I’ve never been a light sleeper like this. Who’s in the bed with me?

There’s a hand around you - look at that and then panic. Why is it cove-

“...First?”

“My deity? I thought you were sleeping?”

“And I - I - you… I - didn’t you say - didn’t I ask you to get rid of the blood?”

Oh fuck. Why is he holding me tighter now and… he’s sobbing. My back’s getting wet but it's not blood I hope, he’s just using me as a - a pillow. What did hylia do to him to mess him up this badly? From what he said before…she had to have something to do with why he’s like this. He can’t even breathe through his tears right now…

“Firs- link. Can we talk about - you know - all of this?”

Just more tears and half-hearted breaths. Is he forcing himself to be like this? Maybe if I can hold him it’ll help comfort him somehow. He- he has surprisingly strong arms considering, you shouldn’t be surprised, he probably beat that man to death with his bare hands, the fact that he was tortured and starved in a dungeon for who knows how long. 

“If not now… In the morning at least? Please?” 

A pout and a wet sniffle while he wipes his eyes to calm himself. 

“You know acting like this - it isn’t healthy. I - you can’t go around gifting me peoples hearts - that - that is not normal.”

“... if you say I must my deity.”

I’ll take it. 

Even with the puppy dog eyes he’s making at me.

#𐂂 anon #I regret making this winter themed LMAO #thought I'd be finished with a lot fewer asks though #so ig hindsight is just a bitch #btw been playing with the thought of opening a kofi? would anyone be up for that? just as a lil hypothetical #yandere link #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #moss✦writes #300 event

[velvethopewrites]

The sob story with this is that I wrote this yesterday and it got deleted before I could save it. I wanted to die cry, basically. Somehow I managed to re-create most of it, after working on it all damn day. (I basically ended up writing over 6,000+ words in one day. Yowza) I still feel as though the first version was better, but…no one knows that but me, I suppose. (And my partner, who got to read it right before the horrors happened). Regardless, I am proud of this and proud of myself for not giving up when it really would have been easy to. So huzzah to the fickle hand of fate and all that stuff.

For Suptober 2023 prompt “starlight”

I tag @fellshish and @canonblastedships and @clarkenting for being super cool reblog buddies, lol (which is just a thing I made up) This is the longest destiel fic I’ve written yet and it will be my first official AO3 destiel! (As soon as I remember how to do that, oy)

Edited: Now with Spiffy AO3 Link! Here!

The Starlight

There were three types of people that visited the Starlight Lounge — drunks, people desperate to score, and the employees that made their bread and butter trying to tame the other two.

Dean Winchester, unfortunately, was a member of that third group. Oh, sure, Dean had been known to put away a fair bunch of liquor in his day, and sure, Dean had definitely been known to do the Bedroom Rodeo whenever the opportunity presented itself. Hell, back when he’d first started at the Starlight he’d often been three types at once. Work, drink, get laid. Sometimes, not even in that order.

But that was past Dean. Current and newly mature Dean (hah) just wanted to work, go home, eat and fall into his bed. Working at the Starlight wasn’t that bad – it had fairly decent pay and it was often interesting. And like everyone else, Dean had bills to pay and he gave more than his fair share to Sammy. Not that Sam really needed it anymore; he was busy working as a law clerk downtown, putting himself through school. But still, Dean wanted to help as much as he could and besides it was his brotherly duty. Heh. Duty.

Tonight, due to the cold and rainy weather, the bar was fairly empty and business had been slow. There was only one of his regulars, a writer by the name of Chuck crying into his notebooks at the back of the bar. To be honest, Dean had never seen Chuck write a damn thing but the man sure could put scotch away like a pro.  There was also a young couple making out in one of the booths near the restrooms. He’d been keeping an eye on them most of the night, actually, making sure no one lost any clothing. The Starlight didn’t need a public indecency charge on the books. At least, not so soon since the last one, at any rate. 

Dean yawned and finished cleaning up the bar, hoping Chuck and the couple on their way to Soft-Porn Town would soon be leaving. Maybe Dean could even push them on their way a bit early, so he could get home at a decent time, for once.  As he walked over towards Chuck to perhaps lightly suggest the writer hit the road, the double doors of the bar blew open – bringing in the rain, the cold rush of the wind and a new customer in a beige trench coat with seriously fucked up hair. Great.

Dean sighed and turned back around as the new guy slumped onto the first stool at the bar. His dark brown, messed up hair looked even worse up close, and he had a scowl on his face as he glared down at the bar in front of him.

“Whiskey. Neat,” Messy-Hair said, voice low and very rumbly.

Dean pulled down a clean glass and poured some of their nicer whiskey into it. Dude looks like he could afford it, at any rate. He had a nice suit on under the coat, now that Dean could properly see it and his watch was one of those big clunky things that could probably tell the time on Jupiter or some shit like that. The man’s hand reaches for the glass before Dean has barely pushed it forward. He throws back the drink in record time and hits the bar with it so that it makes a loud thunk.

“Another one.”

Dean shrugged as the man kept glaring down at the bar as though it contained all the answers to life and everything else; Dean knew for a fact that it didn’t. It didn’t even have a ‘42’ scratched into it or anything. (RIP Douglas Adams)

This time the man just wraps his hand around the glass, his fingers clutching at it and woah, Dean thinks, dude’s got some huge fucking hands. They’re big and they’re strong looking. The fingers are nice and long and graceful and oh, oh, oh. Maybe it’s a kink, or maybe it’s a preference, but Dean loves hands. Manly looking mitts like Messy-Hair here and even smaller, more delicate hands like on most women, with pretty nail colors. But Dean’s not choosy.

He sees motion out of the corner of his eye and notices Chuck signaling that he’d like to pay up. Glancing at Messy-Hair he figures he has a few minutes before having to pour him another so he sets the bottle down and heads over to the other side.

“All right there, Chuck?”

“Yeah, yeah, thank you, Dean.”

The older man is flipping through his wallet and counting out his cash slowly. Dean wipes the bar and puts Chuck’s last glass into the bucket for later cleaning.

“Write anything tonight?” Dean always asks this question. It’s like a little game he and Chuck play because it always has the same answer.

“No,” Chuck says looking up at him. He places his finger to his temple solemnly, almost like he’s holding a gun. “But I did a lot of work up here.”

He always gives Dean this look as though Dean should know exactly what he’s talking about. But, of course, Dean never does. He likes to read but he sure as hell would never attempt to write. Personally, he thinks Chuck is sort of crazy, but hey, to each their own, right?

Chuck pushes his notebooks into his old canvas bag on the bar. It’s bulging with everything he carries with him and looks fit to burst. Dean supposes that writer’s block is heavy business.

Chucks nods goodnight as he slips his bag over his shoulders, buckling a bit under the weight. Dean watches as he wobbles away and he’s not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the bag. He’d normally be worried (hey, no bar can stay in business if all its clientele got themselves killed), but he knows Chuck lives nearby. He’ll be all right and probably in his same spot tomorrow evening. He puts Chuck’s money into the till and realizes he tipped Dean more than usual. He really did have had a good night, then.

He notices the couple trying to break the world record for smooches in a single night are getting up and putting on their jackets. Maybe Dean can get out early; he’s got the DVR set for Dr Sexy already, but he wouldn’t say no to catching it live for once.

Glancing over he sees Messy-Hair is now resting his head on the bar, but he lifts it as the doors bang shut behind Chuck, the cold burst of wind making his hair looking even more disheveled. Dean heads back over to see if he needs a refill and is suddenly struck dumb by the other man finally looking at him. Holy Mother of Blue, those are some eyes. The dude is handsome. Like old-time movie handsome. Strong jaw, with a smattering of scruff, pink soft lips and eyes that look like they can see into your soul, no, scratch that, not see, but pierce. Dean swallows roughly and picks up the whiskey bottle. 

“Hey, uh, it’s getting late. One more for the road?” Dean assumes the dude doesn’t know the Starlight is technically open until midnight. Assumes, hah. More like prays.

Blue-Eyes stares at him and frowns. “I thought this establishment closed at midnight.”

“Er, yeah. I suppose it does.”

“Then I’ll take another,” Blue-Eyes pauses and holds out his glass. “And keep them coming for the next forty-five minutes, barkeep.”

Dean blinks at the old-fashioned word and pours another round. They stare at each other until he hears a giggle and a clearing of a throat. He looks over to see the couple and wonders how long they’ve been waiting. Judging from the churlish look on the guy’s face and the barely contained laughter emanating from the girl, it’s been awhile. He settles their tab and takes their money (lousy tip, of course) as the two saunter past Blue-Eyes and escape out into the night. Well, at least Dean can see it’s stopped raining.

Making up his mind, he follows them from behind the bar and locks the door after them. He flips off the sign, too. He may be stuck here with Blue-Eyes, but he’ll be damned if he’ll let someone else come meandering in to make him get home even later.

He comes back to stand in front of his customer and makes a decision. Pulling down another glass, he pours some of the whiskey into it and sighs as the warmth of it hits his system. What do they always say about good whiskey? It should warm the cockles of the heart, or something like that. Not that Dean actually knows what a cockle is, but hey, it went down smooth.

He realizes Blue-Eyes is watching him and Dean decides to bite the bullet. He’s tired, bored and probably on his way to cranky town if Blue-Eyes keeps his word about the next forty-five minutes.

“So, what brings you out on a cold and rainy night like tonight, Mr, uh…what’s your name? I can’t keep calling you what I’ve been calling you in my head.”

The other man squints and tilts his head at Dean like a tiny, confused bird. And no, Dean doesn’t find that adorable at all. Nope.

“What have you been calling me in your head?”

Dean purses his lips. Sometimes he’s really an idiot. He gives Blue-Eyes a shaky laugh.

“I said I wasn’t gonna keeping doing that.”

They stare at each other again, neither one budging until Blue-Eyes releases a breath and blinks, shoulders slumping a bit more. By the end of the night Dean expects this guy to be melted into the floor.

“Cas.”

Dean frowns. “Your name is Mr Cas?”

“No, just Cas.” Blue-Eyes, no, scratch that, Cas then holds out his hand so Dean can shake it like they’re fellow professionals meeting at a party or something. As he grips the other man’s hand in his own he realizes Cas’s hand is warm, dry, and, yep, strong. The dude is seriously ticking all of Dean’s boxes without even trying. It’s a bit unnerving, really.

“Is that short for something?” Dean asks, wondering what type of name that is.

Cas just looks at him over the rim of his glass. “Perhaps.”

Neither of them say anything else for a long moment and Dean shakes his head. “People ever tell you you talk too much?”

“Yes. All the time,” Cas says with a smirk.

Dean laughs. “Well, whatever. It’s officially nice to meet you, Cas. I’m Dean. Humble and professional barkeep at your service.”

“Hello, Dean.”

Cas’s voice is deep but there’s a warmth to it that makes Dean happy.  They chit-chat for a bit, just like Dean would do with any newbie to the bar. He pours them both another round and then tries his question again.

“So, you seemed a bit upset earlier. What brought you through my doors, Cas?”

Cas sighs and glances away. He taps his fingers lightly on the polished wood of the bar. He stares at Dean as though assessing him and then looks as though he’s made up his mind.

“My…er, the person I’ve been dating, dumped me tonight. We went to an expensive restaurant and ordered far too pricey food for the serving size and drank outrageously fancy wine. Then they ordered an expensive bottle of cognac, drank it all and then told me I wasn’t worth it.”

Dean winces. “Ouch. How long were you together?”

“Six months.”

“Well, it’s not too long for a relationship, but it’s long enough to hurt.”

Cas nods, looking sullen again.

“What special occasion was it?”

Cas stares at him. “How could you possibly know that?”

“Fancy restaurant, the way you’re dressed, the cognac. Nobody orders that unless there’s been a birth or an anniversary or both.”

“It was my birthday,” Cas says, looking down again.

“Fuck,” Dean blurts out without thinking. “And they dumped you? Seriously bad juju, man.”

Cas nods and takes another drink of his whiskey, looking miserable. Dean tops off both of their glasses and hums.

“What was his name?”

Cas whips his head up, suddenly looking confused and more than a little worried. “I never said it was a he.”

“It was your distinct lack of pronouns, dude. Always the dead giveaway. Trust me, as a guy who plays for both sides, I know. Pronouns are key. Hey, relax, Cas, this is a safe space.” Dean points to the small pride flag he keeps above the bar and watches as Cas visibly relaxes.

The silence that falls between them is comfortable now. Welcoming, even. Cas clears his throat and rests his hand on his chin, peering at Dean.

“So…you’re bi, I assume or, pan, perhaps?”

“Got it in one. Just another bisexual loser ruining the world one lay at a time.”

Dean winks to show he’s only kidding. He’s proud to be bi, but it doesn’t mean he can’t make a joke at his own expense. Of course, if Sam or his friend Charlie were here they’d both tell him what they thought of that.

“His name was Bartholomew.”

Dean snorts. “It fits him. Douche-y name for a douche-canoe.”

Cas barks out a laugh and it completely changes his face into something truly beautiful. Dean suddenly feels the need to always make Cas laugh like that. He can’t imagine anyone not wanting to – his laugh is infectious. And the light it puts in his eyes is irresistible.

Cas looks serious again as he swirls the rest of the whiskey in his glass. “To be honest, Bart was just the last in a long line of failed…connections. I’m doubting my own self-worth at this point. Everyone ends up leaving or they get fed up with me. I’m too introverted…too socially awkward to deal with, I suppose.”

“I don’t know, you seem to be doing okay right now.”

“I’ve been drinking,” Cas says, deadpan. “And also I’m paying you.”

Dean chuckles. “Not really, I decided to stop charging you as soon as I poured my first one.”

“Your hospitality know no bounds. Truly.”

Dean laughs. Cas’s dry delivery and poker-faced expressions really are the limit. He feels that familiar warmth he always gets when he meets someone new. A someone new that excites him. But he pushes the feeling aside because he knows on some level that trying to get into Cas’s pants is so not what the other man needs right now. Dean shivers as he realizes how damn mature that sounds. Next he’ll be looking into 401ks and cemetery plots.

“Well, consider them birthday drinks. Of course, this stuff doesn’t cost a small fortune or anything, but I figured you’d already paid out enough tonight.”

Cas smirks and shakes his head at Dean. “Thank you, Dean. It’s actually very kind of you to…take pity on me.”

He says it jokingly but Dean gets the sense that he means it. He reaches forward and touches Cas’s hand.

“Hey, no pity here. You are ridiculously attractive and if I didn’t have a conscience, I’d definitely be throwing out my best lines here to help you relieve some tension, if you know what I mean. And you are not awkward to me, but even if you were, it wouldn’t be enough to stop me from asking for your number or seeing if you wanted to meet up sometime. I barely know you but you seem like a decent guy, Cas. And I think all of those people that don’t get you can just fuck right off. You need to keep trying, man. Don’t give up just because a few losers couldn’t see what they had.”

Cas blinks at Dean, blue eyes getting huge. “You think I’m ridiculously attractive?”

Dean thinks back. Did he say that? Yeah, he said that. Figures that would be the only thing to register with the dude.

“What sort of line would you use on me? I mean, if you were going to, that is.” Cas shyly glances away and then back, a curious look on his face.

“Oh, uh, probably something like, well you know what they say — the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” Dean waggles his eyebrows and smirks, faking a leer.

“I’m not sure that would work with me,” Cas says, mirth clear in his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You’d make me work for it, I know. But seriously, you need to regroup, clear out the douche-canoes from your life and find a new guy, man.”

Cas smiles at him in fondness, and nope, Dean is not going to do it. He will not break his rule about dating people just out of relationships. Not even for big huge blue eyes that make him feel sappy like a love song. Cas, however, clearly has other plans.

“This may be forward but, um, Dean would you allow me take you out for dinner? As a date, in case you were wondering how I meant it.”

“Oh, wow, Cas, um, I mean…”

Cas’s face takes an interesting journey in two seconds – from hopeful joy to miserable and wretched. Dean feels his heart break a little bit for him in that moment and mentally kicks his own ass for being a tool.

“Oh, I see. I…I’m sorry, Dean. Thank you for hospitality.” Cas fumbles with his wallet and places far too much money next to his glass. “I won’t keep you anymore. Go home and enjoy whatever is left of your night.”

Dean watches dumbly as Cas sits up straighter and then turns in his seat, his broad shoulders unyielding, suddenly. Dean knows he just can’t let it end like this.

“No, wait, Cas!”

Dean practically flings himself around the bar to reach Cas before he can unlock the door and leave without a backwards glance. He rests his hand on Cas’s shoulder, stopping him.

“It’s only because I have a rule about dating people that just got out of a relationship. It has nothing to do with you, I promise you. You need to focus on you, dude. Figure out what you’re looking for. If this one was just the last in a long line of guys who don’t understand you, try and see what people you’re going for. I mean, I’m no expert, and God knows I’ve had my fair share of jumping before looking moments, but I think you just need some Cas time right now, you know? If we ever start something I do not want to be rebound guy and you deserve something better than a one night stand.”

Cas stares at him, blue eyes half in shadow.  Dean holds his breath, hoping he didn’t just lose something. All he can hear is the clock ticking behind him and the pounding of his own heart in his ears.

“That was quite the speech,” Cas finally says. “You sound like you know from experience.”

“Cas, man. You have no idea.”

“I have some, like I said, a long line of rejections. Still…”  Cas’s eyes search his face and then nods to himself. “Maybe you’re right. I do tend to do things without thinking in this area of life despite being very practical usually. And you’re also right on anther point, Dean. You do not deserve to be “rebound guy”.”

Dean can’t help his grin as Cas makes the quotes motion with his fingers. They stare at each other for a bit longer before he unlocks the door. Cas steps out as the cold air filters in between them, causing them bother to shiver. Dean pauses, and then holds out his hand. “Let me have your phone.”

“My phone?”

“Yeah, you have one, right? Or have you moved on to something flashier like sky writing?”

Cas snorts and shakes his head. He fumbles in his pockets and then pulls out a slim, black smartphone. He unlocks it and hands it over. Of course, it’d be that kind of phone that can help you bake bread or turn off all the lights in the world with just a click or something. He finally finds what he’s looking for and puts his contact information in.

“There. There’s my number. Text me to let me know you get home, okay? And as for the rest, we’ll take it one day at a time, Cas. Let’s be friends, first.”

Cas smiles shyly as he looks down at his phone and nods. “Friends, first. I like that. Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, buddy. Be safe.”

Cas slips out and away, leaving a coldness in his wake as he takes his body heat with him. Dean watches him go, the black of the night almost swallowing him up. Cas pauses to pull his coat tighter, the glow of the streetlight lighting up his profile. To Dean he looks pure—angelic, almost, like a painting or a sculpture. With one last look at Dean, he eventually fades away, disappearing back into the world. Soon all Dean can see is his own breath in the air and the twinkling starlight from the surprisingly clear sky above. He locks up again and finishes his routine for the night. After he’s put the money in the safe and headed out back to his car, he feels happy inside. Like something good just occurred — like some new path has been cleared for him to travel. His drive home is quick and easy, there’s hardly any traffic mostly due to the earlier rain. It’s just as he’s pulling into his driveway that he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. It’s from an unknown number and his heart beats faster as he reads the message.

From unknown: I arrived home safely, Dean. Thank you, again. Would you like to get coffee tomorrow, or, perhaps I should say, later today? Oh, this is Cas, by the way. In case you didn’t know. :)

Dean saves the number and then returns to the message to reply, a grin creeping onto his face before he even realizes it.

Dean: Of course, dude. Coffee sounds great. Around 1pm?

Cas: Perfect. Do you know the Blue Java Café on Marion and Elm? It’s across from the park and one of my favorite places.

Dean: Sounds good. Can’t wait to talk to you sober, ya lush… (lol j/k hah) 

Cas sends him a sticking-tongue-out emoji as a response and Dean chuckles as he locks up his car. He has a nice, happy feeling in his heart as he thinks of Cas. Like maybe this is something special. Or maybe it’s just that it could be and has the potential to be. He knows he told Cas friends first, but Dean’s willing to see where it…where they, can go.

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[vbecker10]

Hey could you do a Loki x reader where reader is insecure about her body after giving birth and Loki is doing everything he can to reassure that he finds her beautiful?

Hey anon!! I love this idea so much! I'm sorry about the wait, I didn't mean for it to take me so long to get to this one. I've never written anything where Loki has a child before but I've been wanting to. I hope you like this! 💚💚

You Are My Queen

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus size female reader (y/n)

Warnings: self depreciating thoughts, issues with self image... but I promise lots of fluff (let me know if I forgot anything)

Summary: You and Loki are the proud parents of a beautiful one month old baby girl (Luna, I stole the name from a friend). You couldn't be more in love with your daughter and Loki but you can't stop the negative thoughts that have been plaguing you recently. You do your best to hide your growing concerns from Loki but one morning you reluctantly open up to him about how you really see yourself.

A/N: So... I added in Jotun Loki cause I literally couldn't help myself. I also made the reader plus size and added a bit of background into why she is feeling this way... enjoy!

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

You groan lightly as a hand gently touches your shoulder, pulling you from your dreams. Opening your eyes slowly, a smile creeps across your face as you look up at your boyfriend. You rub your eyes as his illusion melts away, leaving his skin a rich shade of blue and his eyes a deep red. "Hi Loki," you mumble sleepily.

"Hello darling," he says with a smile then he leans down to kiss you. You reach up and touch his cheek, running your fingers over the raised markings and keeping his lips on your for a moment longer.

"Did you just get home?" you ask, sitting up on the couch as he stands up again.

He nods, "I texted you about half an hour ago to let you know we landed."

"Oh no. I'm sorry I missed your text," you tell him suddenly feeling guilty for not responding. You had forgotten you put your phone on vibrate so the text and call alerts wouldn't wake Luna. "I must have fallen asleep after I put her to bed..." you explain as you get up from the couch.

"It's alright love, I imagine our daughter kept you quite busy these last few days," he assumes and you nod in agreement. This was the first mission Loki had been on since you had given birth and even though it was only for three days, you were exhausted. He extends his hand towards you and you take it, intertwining your fingers with his. "Come to bed darling," he says in a soothing voice, "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," you reply as the two of you head towards your bedroom but suddenly your attention is drawn to your daughter's room. She begins to cry loudly and you let go of Loki's hand. You reach for the door knob and pause for a moment, covering your mouth as you yawn.

"Go back to sleep, I'll take care of our little princess," you hear Loki say from behind you.

"Are you sure? You just got home," you ask.

"Of course. My brother was pestering me for pictures of Luna as soon as we began our return flight. I pretended to be asleep so he would leave me alone and I must have actually fallen asleep at some point. I'm probably less tired than you are, dear," he tells you and you can't help but laugh. He kisses your cheek then opens the door to Luna's room. "I'll be in shortly," he says.

You go to your room and get into the bed, pulling the covers around yourself. You fight to stay awake, hoping you will have a few moments alone with Loki but you can barely keep your eyes open. You smile as you hear Loki singing softly to calm your daughter back to sleep through the baby monitor on your night stand. Yawning again, you roll onto your side and give in, closing your eyes.

You roll over and reach for Loki, opening your eyes when you don't feel him in the bed with you. You sit up, stretching a bit as you look at the clock.

When you walk out of your bedroom, you see Loki standing in the middle of the kitchen with Luna in his arms. He is swaying from side to side slowly while he hums to her, the newspaper he is reading on the counter flips to the next page with a light green glow caused by him nodding his head. The kettle on the stove begins to whistle, Loki keeps one hand on Luna's back and with a wave of his other hand, a green glow picks up the kettle and turns off the stove. You shake your head with a smile as the kettle pours water into two mugs on the counter and Loki looks up from his reading.

"Good morning, darling," he smiles. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," you tell him as you walk over to where he is standing. He leans down to kiss you and when he pulls back you look at your daughter. "Good morning princess," you say softly, kissing her nose as she looks up at you with her bright red eyes. Her tiny blue fingers reach for you and she grabs onto one of your fingers. "She looks so much like you," you say to Loki.

He jokes, "I think that might be because we are both blue my dear." You laugh and shake your head. "She is as beautiful as her mother," he tells you and you suddenly feel the need to force yourself to smile.

You look away from Loki abruptly and walk to the fridge to get milk for the coffee. "Are you alright?" he asks and you nod but still don't look at him. You add milk to both mugs before handing Loki his. You avoid eye contact with him, instead you pick up one of your daughter's books from the counter and flip through it. You can hear the familiar voices trying to force their way back into your mind, the voices that insisted you were never good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, thin enough. You had worked hard to get past them but it took almost nothing for them to reappear again.

"Hmm?" you ask as Loki finally gets your attention.

"I said, you should relax this morning," he suggests. "Luna and I have some reading to catch up on, don't we little one?" he asks your daughter and she smiles at him.

You consciously smile again, maybe relaxing wouldn't be such a bad idea. The voices were harder to push away when you were tired. Loki walks over to you and touches your chin lightly so you are looking up at him. "What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" he asks, obviously able to tell something is wrong.

You shake your head, not wanting to tell him. He strokes your cheek lightly and kisses your forehead. "Go unwind, love, we can talk after," he says, taking your coffee from you. Before you can reply you hear the water running in the bathroom. You nod and say thank you quietly.

You open the door to the bathroom and look around, Loki's magic never ceasing to amaze you. Steam rises off the nearly filled tub and there are lite candles lining the window sill. You can smell the lavender and oils which have been added to the water, causing a thick layer of bubbles to appear on the surface. A glass vase with an assortment of green flowers sits on the edge of the vanity.

You take off your pajamas quickly, careful not to catch your reflection in the mirror as you undress. You slip into the tub and sink under the bubbles as you close your eyes. Breathing deeply, you feel your body slowly relax in the warm water. You can hear Loki reading to Luna faintly, his voice changing slightly to match the various characters in whichever book he had chosen.

Gradually, your mind begins to wander. You had never thought much about your weight while in high school but when you first started college you realized you were always the heaviest girl in your classes. You tried all four years to control your weight but between your hectic class schedule and working full time there was little room to do things for yourself. Your weight never deterred you from making friends easily but it had held you back from ever being in a serious relationship. You dated occasionally but you found you had a hard time believing anyone was ever interested in you.

After you graduated, you got a job at SHIELD and excitedly moved to New York City. You were nervous about moving so far from home but you quickly became close with Wanda and Natasha, spending almost all of your free time together. The two of them had helped you arrange a schedule where they would go to the gym with you three or four times a week to keep you on track. About a month after you arrived, Loki and Thor joined the Avengers and you soon developed a crush on the God of Mischief. Your two best friends noticed of course and you did little to deny it, although you were adamant that he only liked you as a friend.

Eleven months later, you were still going to the gym several times a week, eating healthier and hopelessly in love with Loki who you had grown close to. Natasha and Wanda watched you get off the scale in the gym with a broad smile on your face. "Not much longer now," Natasha said, referring to your goal weight. You nod dramatically, you couldn't believe you were actually going to make it this time. "So, I think we should make this a little more interesting," she says and you look at her curiously. "Once you reach your goal, you have to ask Loki out on a date," she says and you look at her wide-eyed. You have no idea what possessed you to agree but almost a month later, you reached your goal and found yourself knocking on his apartment door to see if he wanted to go to the movies. Next month will be your three year anniversary, you think with a smile but it fades slowly.

You will need to buy a new dress if he wants to take you out to dinner like he usually does. Would you even be able to find a dress that would fit you now, you wonder. You open your eyes slowly and look at the clothing you had discarded by the door. None of your clothes from before the pregnancy fit anymore, it was a month since you had given birth and you hadn't lost a single pound.

In the beginning, you tried to continue going to the gym, desperate to keep the body you had worked so hard for but you were often too tired to stay long or your feet and back would begin to hurt. Your friends suggested you relax and pick up working out after the baby came and you reluctantly agreed. Your food choices also began to slip as soon as the craving started. Things you hadn't eaten in years were suddenly all you could think about and Loki would get you anything you asked for, day or night no matter how odd or hard to find. In the nine months you were pregnant, you had put on almost half of what you had originally lost and you felt as if you were a failure. Your biggest fear was that Loki would no longer find you attractive unless you lost the weight quickly.

A soft knock on the door causes you to jump in surprise. "Y/N," Loki says from the other side of the door. "Can we talk for a moment?"

A wave of worry spreads over you, whether it is rational or not and you respond, "Just let me get dressed." You hadn't let Loki see you without clothes on since you were almost seven months pregnant. You step out of the tub and grab a towel to dry yourself, sighing when you try to wrap the towel around your body and it barely closes. Holding it in place, you walk over to the vanity and suddenly realize you hadn't brought clean clothes to change into. All you had was the ill-fitting towel and the clothing you had worn the night before.

Loki knocks again, "Can I come in?"

"No," you respond quickly and you hear him take a step back from the door.

"Darling, are you alright?" he asks, the concern heavy in his voice.

"I'm fine, I just..." your words trail off as you see yourself in the full length mirror. You hold the towel as tightly as you can, wiping away a tear that streaks down your cheek. "Loki?" you ask quietly.

"Yes love?" he responds.

"I'm sorry I'm not..." you pause, searching for the right words. "I'm sorry I don't look the way I did before I was pregnant. I know how much you loved my body then and now it's..." You gesture to yourself in the mirror as more tears begin to fall.

"Y/N, what are you talking about? You know I think you are beautiful," he says and you hear him turn the door knob.

"Stop, please," you say and the door remains closed.

There is silence from the hall for a moment then Loki says, "Darling, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." You wipe your eyes again using the back of your hand. "Are you standing in front of the mirror?" he asks and you nod then say yes. "What do you see?"

You take a deep breath, to try and calm your breathing as you look at yourself. "I see stretch marks everywhere," you say unable to hide your disappointment. "My stomach is flabby and my hips have gotten wider, none of my old pants or shirts fit anymore. Even your clothes, I tried to wear one of your shirts the other day and it wasn't loose like it used to be, it barely fit. My thighs are thicker and my arms jiggle, I see the spider veins on my legs and even my fingers feel swollen," you list all of the things you hate about your appearance and wait terrified for Loki to agree with you.

"Do you know what I see?" he asks and you stifle a sob. "I see the love of my life and the mother of my child. I see the woman who means more to me than anything in the nine realms," he says through the door. "I see someone who is full of strength and determination, who is caring and selfless, quick witted and exquisite. Y/N, my queen, you are a goddess."

You wrap your arms around yourself as you listen to Loki, etching his words into your mind in the hopes that they will keep your thoughts at bay.

"I know you don't feel proud of your body in this moment darling, but your body has given me the greatest gift I have or will ever receive," he tells you. You close your eyes and think back to the day you told Loki you were pregnant. That was the happiest you had ever seen him but it paled in comparison to the day you both met your daughter.

He then asks, "Do you love me less when I am in my Jotun form then you do when I am in my Asgardian form?"

"What? No, of course not," you tell him honestly. "I love you the same no matter which form you take."

"Then how could my love for you vary based on something as simple as your weight?" he asks and you struggle to find an answer. "Please, come out," he says and you wipe your eyes again.

You sniffle and bite your lip, "I don't have any clothes." A small green flash appears on the vanity and you slip on the jeans and t-shirt Loki conjured for you.

You open the door and find yourself frozen as you look down at Loki, kneeling in front of you. He smiles as he reaches to take one of your hands in his, your other hand quickly covering your mouth. "I wanted to do this next month for our anniversary but..." he pauses, opening his free hand to reveal a small velvet green ring box.

"Loki?" you ask, feeling your heart begin to race.

"I have loved you since the moment you awkwardly asked me to see a movie with you," he says and you giggle. "Y/N, you mean more to me then I could ever put into words, you are the one I've been waiting for my whole life. You are my queen, my love, my everything and I want to know if you will do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes!" you answer excitedly before Loki can even open the ring box. He stands up, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you to him. He presses his lips to yours but the sudden sound of your daughter waking up hungry causes you to pull away.

"One moment, my little princess," Loki says with a laugh as he opens the box and slips the ring onto your finger.

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[cherrydreamer]

🎃Harringrove Harvest- Day 1- Candy Corn 🎃

It's been a few months since Starcourt. Long enough that most of the gossip and rumours have died down, but still far too soon for Billy Hargrove to be anywhere close to being released from hospital.

So that's where he is, battered and bruised and bed-bound, when Hopper comes to visit him- with El and Max in tow as usual- the police chief looking even more serious than usual when he sits down on the plastic chair beside Billy's bed and delivers the news that Neil Hargrove has skipped out of town, loading up his truck and disappearing into the middle of the night, leaving a whole stack of unpaid bills and a ton of trouble for Susan to have to deal with.

And it all hits Billy like a ton of bricks. Another punch right through a heart that's still not quite healed.

Cause, yeah, he knows that Neil Hargrove is an asshole with a cruel streak a mile wide, and he knows that he spent enough time hating his old man and wishing for something just like this to happen, but it's still not that simple. It's not black and white. Despite it all, the fear and the pain and the way Neil's voice is always in the back of Billy's mind, criticising and mocking him, despite all of that, Neil is his father. His Dad. And nothing can change the fact that he's still the guy that taught Billy how to throw a fastball and how to change the oil in his car and who told him he was proud of him when Billy made the basketball team.

He's still his Dad. And Billy still loves him.

And now he's fucked off. Without even a goodbye. Without even a word. Billy's been left behind. Forgotten about again. And it hurts.

So Billy's struggling.

As much as he's trying to stay calm, to shove all his emotion down and lock it away, he knows he's about to break. And then he catches sight of Max and El's faces, both of them with expressions that Billy can only read as pity, and it's just too much, and Billy can't stop himself from yelling at them to get out, pointing at the door when the words just catch in his throat and come out rough and raspy and barely understandable.

They get it. They leave.

But the Chief doesn't. He doesn't leave. If anything, he shuffles himself even closer, the chair squeaking against the linoleum floor, one hand hovering in the air just for a moment, before he thinks better of it and draws it back. And Billy tries his best to pull himself together, blinking back the tears he can feel gathering and swallowing down the ache in his throat and shaking his head to dislodge all those swirling, churning, painful thoughts that just won't stop coming.

He tries to deal with it. Because he needs to. He can be a man about this, he's got to be. He's on his own now and he'd better get used to it.

But then Hop's voice is softening, and this time when he reaches out, he doesn't stop until he's resting a hand on Billy's shoulder and squeezing firmly, "Hey, look Billy, I'm sorry, it's, uh, it's all kinds of messed up, what your old man did. But we'll work this out, OK, kid? You don't gotta worry. We'll help you out, whatever you need."

But Billy shakes his head, scrubbing angrily at the tears that have spilled over despite his attempts to hold them in and he says, "It's fine. I don't need...I'll be fine. I can look after myself."

Only for Hop to look at him, voice softer than Billy's ever heard it before, and say, "I know you can, Billy, but this time you don't have to."

And Billy knows that he's crumbling. He can feel it, that sudden rush of emotion all bubbling forth. But he can hold on, he can, he has to, he will. So he tears his eyes away from Hopper's face, not wanting to see any more fucking pity directed his way, but no matter where Billy looks, he can't help but see the evidence of the Chief's words.

It's there in the books on the table by his bed, a stack two feet high of sci-fi and fantasy novels, all loans from the kids, interspersed with some car magazines donated by Hopper himself. It's there in the Tupperware box beside them full of brownies made with love by Claudia Henderson, the sixth batch she's sent this month and these ones all dotted with candy corn, just because Billy made an off hand comment to her last week about how he was annoyed that he'd be stuck in hospital over Halloween. It's there in the tangle of soft blankets at the foot of his bed, the ones Joyce had brought in for him when he'd grumbled about the itchy hospital sheets, the same ones she'd tucked around him so carefully when he first started to shiver, and then untucked so swiftly when he started thrashing in his sleep.

It's there too, in the Walkman Billy always has by his side, the surprise gift from Steve, alongside a collection of tapes, even though Billy still hasn't swapped the first one out yet. How can he, when it's a mixtape that Steve made especially for him? A terrible mix, really, a culture clash of Tears for Fears and Judas Priest and The Beach Boys and Ratt and Cyndi fucking Lauper and a whole mess of others, every single one meaning something to the two of them.

It's there in so many other things too. Less obvious ones, like the nurses always knocking quietly before coming into his room because Hopper had a stern word after he saw Billy flinch away from a loud bang; and how there's a stubborn, possibly permanent, scuff mark on the floor from all the times that someone has dragged the uncomfortable visitors' chair closer to the bed, closer to Billy.

And it's there in the way that El and Max are crowding at the door, faces smushed against the glass, almost falling over themselves to come back to Billy's bedside the moment he spots them and beckons them over.

It's there. All over. Proof that, for whatever fucking reason, the people here do care about him. For him. That Hopper isn't talking out of his ass. That Billy can ask for help and know that he'll get it.

It's a lot. A lot to realise, especially all at once. So it takes Billy a moment. But then he finally looks back at Hopper and at Max and El, at the expression they all share, the one that Billy now sees for the concern that it always was. And not just concern, but something more. Something Billy hasn't seen directed his way in a long time.

Care. Affection. And love.

Billy knows he's about to break. He can't stop it. He doesn't even try. And there's only a second, if that, between the first sob catching in his throat and the three pairs of arms that wrap around him and pull him into a hug. It's awkward, really, the bed is too small for them all and Max's elbow is sharp and El's hair is tickling his cheek, and Hopper's ripe armpit is a little too close to Billy's nose to be overly pleasant. But Billy doesn't mind at all, especially not when Hop's voice rumbles out against his ear, "You'll be OK, son. You'll be OK. We've got you."

Because this time, Billy lets himself believe it.

#harringrove #post s3 #cherrywrites #harringroveweek #kinda! well...there's a mention of candy corn #that counts right? #it's a little angsty but not really #and a little fluffy but not really #and it's a little harringrove but not really #so‚ uh‚ yeah. bon appetit #found family i suppose #yeah that fits #and billy learning that he is loved so he'd better just deal with it‚ ok kid? #let people take care of you

[judgementdaysunshine]

Don't have to be numb again

Pairing: Bradshaw x Fem reader

Description: You open up to Bradshaw about the thoughts and emotions you keep buried away and that haunt you everyday

The familiar coldness of dread and fear wash over you as you sit on the bed feeling unable to truly breath as your body stiffens up and tenses everywhere unable to relax your body enough to catch a breather. You look when you feel a dip in the bed turning with tear filled eyes to see your boyfriend Bradshaw beside you "Let me help you, what's wrong?" he slowly places his hands on your shoulder running them across your back before intertwining your hands together as the tears finally flowed breaking his heart as he wipes your face hearing the pained emotional sobs leave your body as you shake all over "I'm so afraid of being alone, I don't want to ever be alone" you curl in a ball as he moves behind you pulling your back to his chest "I don't trust many people because I am afraid of getting hurt, I am always on edge and alert even with the people I love because I've been hurt so much" he feels his soul being ripped out of him hearing how afraid and broken you were of being yourself and living in this world all because of the trauma you've been through along with your anxiety and depression. "I never feel good enough, I've been so depressed that just opening my eyes to look at the ceiling or turning my head to look at the wall physically hurt" you slowly turn looking him with the most heartbreaking expression he's seen on your face "I barely got myself out of that abyss I was trapped in for so long" you shake and tremble more as you look back up at him as more tears brimmed and flowed uncontrollably down your face closing your eyes for a few seconds when he holds the side of your face in his palm "I don't want to be numb, I was for years.. it terrifies the fuck out of me" the vulnerability that washes over you as you finally take a real breath and feel able to breath was the most bittersweet feeling you had felt almost crying more at how tender and caring bradshaw was being with the caresses along your face as you slowly felt relief and safety flow through you melting at the soft light kisses being pressed on your closed and slightly puffy eyelids until the kisses go all over your face and down your neck "You don't know how much I truly love you with every fiber of my soul, you don't have to be numb again when I'm always here with you even in your vulnerable moments now let me show you how much I mean everything I've said". Safety flows over you like honey as his hands gently run over your body after he slowly took your shirt off tears forming and flowing again hearing him whisper while kissing along your body "So tender with everyone you love, never backed down from a fight or showing support for the people you love, the biggest and most open hearted person I have ever known" you've never felt more emotional and cared for then in this moment with bradshaw curling your hands in his hair as he caressed and kissed along your thighs moaning in between quiet breaths as tears flowed freely showing a small smile as bradshaw wrapped you in his arms molded together as he slowly thrusts in you whispering sweet endearments and kissing along your face and neck "Showing unconditional love for everyone while still fighting to keep yourself out of the darkness, I'm so proud of you for not giving up" you doze off after the two of you showered together feeling relaxed as you fall asleep to him gently kissing your back as his hand runs along your waist "I love you" you look up at bradshaw as your eyes droop sharing a tender kiss before your head laid in the crook of his neck listening to his peaceful heartbeat "I love you too".

#bradshaw #wwe x reader #wwe #bradshaw x reader

[missmeasured]

Happy Halloween! I'm giving out The Stars on the Staircase bonus chapters!

Hello lovely readers! This Halloween I am handing out candy and that candy is three bonus chapters for Stars on The Staircase! I'm gonna put out one per day this weekend and one on Halloween Monday! Read here or on Ao3

Severus/Reader - Explicit

This chapter would fit in after the winter break chapters and before her finals. Without further ado the bonus chapter is below the cut.

Today's chapter is called: Cheering for Daddy

When I heard his alarm clock ring I groaned into my pillow. His alarm only went off on Quidditch Saturdays. I hated Quidditch days. They meant immediately getting up and going to breakfast. Sure, we were up later than a week day but I was still tired and I hated not having my Saturday morning with him.

“Wake up, little nymph. We’ve got to go to Breakfast.” He says after he has been up and moving for a few minutes and I remain motionless. 

“Why did you make me stay up so late on a Quidditch night?” I groan.

I was enjoying myself… while forcing you to enjoy yourself.” I can hear his smirk in it even with my eyes closed and my face shoved into a pillow.

“Five orgasms is too many orgasms. I’m exhausted.” I protest.

He grabs me by the hips and pulls me across the bed. I squeal, laughing with surprise and delight as suddenly his lips are right under my ear. “If you stopped making such nice faces and noises during them I wouldn’t be so intent on extracting them from you.”

“I want to sleep here till noon.”

“Well I suppose you could, but then you would miss my team winning, which would make daddy very disappointed.”

“How disappointed?”

“Extremely.”

“I suppose I have no choice then.”

“Up. Dress warm, lots of layers. If you leave early I’ll notice and I will have to come through that fireplace and punish you for every minute the game goes on after you leave.”

“I hate Quidditch…” I mutter as I sit up, looking around for my nightgown.

“I think your clothes are in the sitting room. I’ll get them.”

“Oh yeah… I forgot that it started out there.”

“I’m offended.”

“About?”

“You're forgetting the first one, on the sofa.”

“Severus, I remember it now, but I got a little foggy on details after three.”

“Three was a very very… good one.” He acquiesced as he returned with my clothing. I didn’t feel like getting dressed twice so I shrugged into the oversized cardigan without putting clothes on underneath, holding all the rest of my clothes in my arms and putting on the slippers I had worn.

As I collected my socks, panties still damp from last night and jammed them into my pockets I saw him smirking at me. “Yes?” I inquire at his gaze.

“You look so naughty like that.” He pulls my rumpled clothes out of my arms, making me spin in my cardigan, which barely covers all my private places. Not that they need covering from him. I’m fairly sure he has seen every inch. The more I try to hide my body from him the more he becomes intent to explore. He pulls me in and we hug, his hands rubbing my back. One slides down to squeeze my halfway exposed rear end. “See you at breakfast.” He says into my hair before he leaves the hug and is out the door. 

Alone, I consider the amount of punishment I would receive if I climbed back into this bed. How mad could he be if he came back to find me still naked and waiting for him? I weighed the options and decided I would rather not find out if he would be upset. 

I went through the fireplace to my room. I choose my clothes with sleepy eyes, throwing a silent tantrum inside my head at being vertical when I wanted so badly to be horizontal. I chose three sweaters to layer on, and wool tights with wool socks over them that went up to my knees. I throw my outer cloak and a plaid wool blanket in my house colours into a bag and shuffled out to find my friends and go to breakfast. 

On the way down to the pitch I can already tell the weather is going to be absolutely miserable. It’s snowing, practically blizzarding but it’s Slytherin versus Gryffindor and both of those heads of house are too proud to ask the other to call it off because of the weather. 

Both of my close girlfriends have boys they have begun dating. I’m already a fifth wheel by the time we leave the doors to the castle. I look for Severus and I can’t see him anywhere on the path down to the pitch, he’s probably alerady checking in with his team.

That’s when I hear Flitwick behind us. I spin and crane my neck to see him. He is boring some poor girl to tears. I can see her face as she searches hopelessly for friends that she is losing rapidly as she keeps stride with Flitwick. I excuse myself from my friends and cut in, allowing the auburn haired girl who had been stuck with him to flee as I purposefully interrupt their conversation.

I have a plan I need Flitwick for. I choose my question carefully. Something that he can talk about at length and I have supplementary questions to keep him going should he be brief. My goal is to keep him talking all the way down the path. When we reach the stands if he isn’t done speaking there is a little chance he will ask me to come sit with him in the teacher’s box. 

I am squealing with internal delight as Flitwick talks and talks all the way up to the teacher’s box. When we get up there it’s fairly full already but there is a quite noticeable space on either side of the two in the front row, Snape and McGonagall. Probably no one wishes to sit beside the rivals as things may get heated in spite of the whipping cold wind. Someone had put up a charm to keep it off slightly. 

Flitwick gets sidelined by Sprout and tells me to choose seats. I am quick as a bunny down those steps and onto the bench beside Severus. “Hello daddy, fancy meeting you here.” I send him mentally as I take my seat.

Severus turns and takes me in as Flitwick sits down on my other side, continuing where he left off about the duration of charms spells that come from single words as opposed to chanted verses. “How have you managed this? You calculating little minx.”

“It’s quite simply done, I just asked Filius a question I knew he could not answer completely between the door of the castle and the pitch.” 

“You are very devious, darling.” 

“I only come to matches because you want me to. If I must cheer for daddy I want to do so at his side.”

Professor Sprout wanted to sit beside Filius and the space is limited so now there is a great shuffle down the plank of wood. It is at this point that I am both happily pressed against my lover and unhappily finally noticed by McGonagall.

“Professor Snape, did you bring a guest to the match today? I did not see her before now.”

“No, she's mine Minerva. We are having a rather fascinating discussion about charms, didn’t want to cut it short.” Filius leaned out to inform.

“Does that mean you intended to talk through the game, Filius?” Snape asked in his usual tone of disapproval. Gods, sometimes when he came over all stern and monotone I just wanted to climb into his lap. I’m never quite sure what is wrong with me that the more severe he is the more I get all wound up by him. 

“Don’t worry, Severus. I will keep it brief.” Flitwick titters.

“Unlikely.” Minerva mutters.

Sprout is producing a flask and pouring liquid into small cups. I’m told to pass them down the line. As I turn to Severus to pass to them he says “What on earth is this, Pomona?” Severus takes them and passes one to McGonagall.

“For warmth!” Sprout answers.

“What the devil is in it?” Minerva is sniffing it cautiously. 

“Does it matter? Just something I whipped up. I don't have an ingredients list for you ingrates.” She answers, Filius has downed his already and is motioning for a refill. 

“It matters. I’m not having this debate again.” Severus eyed it suspiciously, dipped a fingertip and licked it. “Minevera I think it’s almost all whiskey. Drink at your own peril. You know how she likes her plant additives in drinks that would be fine without tampering.”

“I’m drinking it, but if I end up in the hospital wing I will not be amused.” Minerva warns before downing hers. 

Severus hands his cup back to me. “I’ll pass, thank you.” He announces. 

I try to hand it to Filius who motions to me that I should drink it with quiet mischief. 

“Filius, I saw that.” Minerva barks from the other end of the bench.

“They are no fun, those two.” Filius whispers conspiratorially. I would tend to disagree. I think Severus is plenty of fun. You just wouldn’t know it to look at him. I visit the memory of being tied up last night, vibration driving me near mad and his sparingly applied fingers driving me slowly towards my fourth climax in a game only he seems to know the rules to. I certainly had fun. I had had so much fun I had to beg to stop having it so very much.

“You had better lock those thoughts up, little nymph.”

“Or what? I’ll be dreadfully bored during the game if I don’t think about something.”

“Think about Slytherin winning.”

“What makes you happier: Slytherin winning at Quidditch or our Friday nights?”

“Don’t make me choose.”

“I am offended.”

“Oh don’t be. They are mine and as I take pride in them, you are mine and I take pride in you. You both bring me joy in different ways.”

“Awe that was awfully sentimental, Severus.”

“I don’t think it’s overly sappy to acknowledge that you put me in a good mood, pet. It's only a fact, you can’t paint it with some emotional brush.”

“I make you proud?”

“Oh Merlin, what have I done?”

“Said too much, I’m afraid. I'll be incorrigible. Smug with your pride. I think I’ve begun to crawl under all that black and get under your skin too.” At first I think he is distracted from our conversation by the beginning of the game but then his hand finds mine under my blanket and gives it a squeeze. I have to bite back my grin. I fight to either pay attention to the game or to Filius. 

I see why people had left the seats beside Severus and Minerva as a last choice. They are up and down constantly, to cheer or to yell as the case may be. The blanket I had spread over my lap is constantly being accidentally tugged off or else sat on. I’m only annoyed because I only just get accustomed to his warmth and then he is jumping up to see a call made by the referee in better detail or worse to fight with McGonagall about something. It is clear there is friendship underneath their competitive streaks; only friends would be so comfortable with the kind of insults they throw at each other with a smile. 

When they launch themselves up again to peer down over the edge of the tower to see a call below I sigh a little and rub the right side of my body as it feels suddenly cold. “Can you stay still? I need your warm.”

“Darling I would happily let you sit under my cloak with me if things were different.”

“On your lap?”

“Even in a world where we could freely be seeing each other, that would be bold.”

“It’s just where I want to be.” 

“I’ve called you mouse before but really you have the personality of a lap cat.”

“I like nothing more than to curl up in your lap and be scratched behind the ears.”  

“As I recall, this morning someone was complaining about being scratched a little too much behind the ears. Yet now you seem eager to get back in my lap?”

“If the choices are to be petted or watch Quidditch the choice is easy.”

The weather gets worse and worse. It is positively blizzarding at an hour into the game and the score has tied off at 120 for each team. Both heads of house are loath to be the one to suggest that maybe they take the tie as a moment to suggest a rematch or cancellation. The stands start to empty out as the weather gets progressively nastier and the game stays staunchly at that tie. When Flickwick announces his lack of interest in remaining “Well, my dear shall we head back together?”

“No, I’m sort of invested in the outcome now.” I lie. I glance at Severus, who is looking at the pitch, I catch McGonagall raising an eyebrow as I tell Filius I’d like to stay.

With half the staff gone, it makes no sense for me to stay plastered against him except that he is warm and the idea of sitting on the bench already gone cold where Filius had left was not appealing. A few minutes later I look around us and find that Severus, Minerva, and I are in fact the only ones in this stand at all. Then the tie gets broken in Gryffindor’s favour.

“We should call this off, the weather is too dangerous.” Minerva suggests as the play winds up again.

“You are just trying to keep that ten point lead.” Severus accuses light heartedly.

“We can just rematch, I don’t give a fig for the ten points.” Minerva insists.

“You are scared we are about to get the snitch you know my seeker is better than yours when it comes down to it.” The Head of Slytherin teases her.

“Severus, this is ridiculous! I can barely see the quaffle let alone a snitch!” Just as she said it the score tied up again. They looked at each other stiffly. 

“Alright. Rematch.” Severus conceded. 

They used to sonorus charm to announce the rematch. Minerva turns to us and flicks her eyes between us. “I’ll leave you to walk your… companion back to school.” McGonagall announced before walking up the steps and beginning her descent to the field level.

 “I’m sorry your team didn’t get to add a victory to its record today.” I tell Severus.

“You stayed till the end like I asked you.”

“I did.”

“Let’s go.” He stands and takes my hand, leading me down the stairs of the pitch tower. We only make it down two landings when I find myself pushed against the wall. Snogging him in places other than his bedroom makes my heart race. The blanket I had in my hands seems to be on the ground. Had my arms fallen slack as he pulled my face up to his? I chide myself for being so helpless when he turned his attention to me.

When Severus kissed me it was always so exact. I would follow his lead. He used his tongue very sparingly and usually to great effect. To say it surprised me when he kissed me so deeply here of all places would be an understatement. Blood went rushing to my core as he took possession of my mouth in this cold wooden stairwell. 

I was having one of those moments where I felt like I was such a slut for him. As his kiss made me turn into an easily seduced mess, already wet for him again when I had had so much pleasure last night. I should be fully sated, why does he have this effect on me?

Minerva interrupted us with a throat clearing. We broke apart hastily, caught red lipped, so to speak. She was above us on the stairs somehow. “Sorry to interrupt, Severus, but your Captain has asked to speak with you. I ascended up by magic to retrieve you in case you were distracted and I find I was correct to have done so.” That’s why we hadn’t heard her coming, she must have magically ascended up through the central column of the stairwell. She smirks knowingly and walks down past us. “Really Severus, you’re as bad as the students, snogging in a stairwell…” She tuts as she makes her way down once more.

He turns back to me, I’m still trapped against the wall. “Meet me in my room shortly. I’m not done with you.” He instructs before leaving me breathless with one last kiss and then he is gone, his footsteps so fast down the stairs I lean over the railing and watch the trails of his black cloak as he winds his way quickly down the tower. 

I awkwardly catch up to McGonagall as I make my up to the school. She invites me to join her bubble blocking the snow storm I gratefully step in, with some amount of discomfort as she had just caught Severus and I making out aggressively. 

“How are things?” She asks after a few moments of silent walking. 

“Good.” I answer by wrote, without thinking about anything overmuch.

“I meant specifically with you and our potion’s master.”

“I was including him in my assessment.” I laugh uncomfortably.

“With honesty, I confess I do not want any details but I do want to make sure everything is…”

“Professor, let me save you the awkward sentence and say I believe we are all good, on the fronts of secrecy, him treating me right and also in the realm of pregnancy prevention. Is that the bulk of it?” I ask.

“Yes, I suppose those are the main points I should check in with you about. The only other being are you still happy with your situation?”

“Yes. Quite.”

“Are you very sure? I can put an end to it if you are not comfortable.”

“I am very comfortable, Professor. At least, when I’m with him I am. Do you know what it’s like to age up and be confined to live with teenagers at all hours?”

“Well I have lived with students for some number of decades but I suppose I have at least my own quarters and the staff room for refuge. Are they driving you mad?”

“Only the boys. I find I can still talk to my friends well enough but the boys seem to be children to me now.”

“The curse of their sex, I’m afraid. Eternally childish.” She smiles. 

“How are you, Professor?” I ask her back.

“Well… I am quite well. I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

“Well… in honesty over the last few years I had become very close friends with one person in particular. He has been a little distracted this year with someone else.” She glances sidelong at me.

“Oh… Severus?” 

“Yes. I’m only kidding with you really, it’s not like I ever really notice his absence. I haven’t the foggiest idea when you two see each other, it's just that when he is present he is often somewhere else in his mind.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“No, don't apologise, dear. At the very least I catch him smiling. I never used to see him smiling apropos of nothing. Nowadays he is so frequently smiling at something or other in his head that I can’t bring myself to be angry about the two of you. He needed something to bring him back to the land of the living, when he first started teaching it was like we had another ghost on staff. He was so vacant. He has come around these past ten years but it’s only now I am starting to realise which parts of him were still missing.”

“Really?”

“Yes. He is quite changed. I only hope he will not miss you when you are gone.”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“What are you two talking about in there?” We turn, in the wind, outside the charm is Severus. His cloak and hair whipping about in the storm, he has caught up to us and the teams are down the path a piece. 

“The weather.” Minerva says as she casts off the charm when we cross the threshold of the courtyard. Severus looks us both over suspiciously. We move briskly over to the doors and get inside as soon as possible. We are all chilled to the bone. 

“I look forward to the rematch, Minerva.” He nods. “If you are done chatting I’m going to steal this one. See you at dinner.” He pulls me away and I watch Minerva’s disapproving face as he takes my hand in far too public a place and guides me toward the stairs to the dungeon. 

As we pass the Slytherin common room we can hear the post quidditch party happening as if it was a victory even though it had been declared a tie, and most of the spectators had come in to break into the butterbeer long before the game was called off. 

We are barely through his sitting room door before I am being kissed again. When I finally extricate my lips I ask “Is it the fresh air or something else making you act like this?”

“Why must you always question me when I’m affectionate? Is it not enough to be wanted so desperately? You must force me to say how happy you make me?” He asks.

“It’s pleasant to know the reasons someone feels such urgency to kiss you. Or to take my hand in front of McGonagall when I could have gone to my room and floo’d here without her knowing.”

“Please. She just caught us kissing like a couple of hormonal teenagers. The hand holding was nothing.”

“It was a very public location, dearest professor.”

“Somedays I like you being my little secret and others I am inexplicably eager to have you known to be mine.”

“We can’t.”

“I’m well aware. I was just getting Minerva’s hackles up. If I can’t beat her at Quidditch I can rub her fur the wrong direction.”

“A very Slytherin thing to say.”

“I am Head of Slytherin, pet.”

“I am well aware.”

“Are you?” His lip curls with something, he steps toward me.

“Yes.” I breathe. 

“Well… Take off your cloak, you are staying a while.” He reaches out his hand for it.

“I am?” I toy with the clasp, not breaking eye contact.

“Yes.” His fingers twitch as I fumble with it. 

“Well… As you wish.” I hand it over. He throws it over the back of the sofa. 

“I’ll take that jumper as well.” He steps toward me again. 

I swallow hard. I pull that wool garment over my head and hand it over, stepping backward. 

He advances a single step again. “The next sweater too, Miss.” 

I find myself swallowing hard as I unbutton it and try to separate it from my under layers, it sparks as the fibres pull against each other in the cold dry winter air. When I give it over it I accidentally shock him too as I give it. 

“You and your sparks…” he breathes.

“Mine? I would tend to call them… ours.” I step away again, unsure where I am planning on going in this very small sitting room. Is he going to chase me around the sofa?

The hand comes out again. “That one too.”

“I will be cold.” I argue.

“I will warm you. Hand. It. Over.” I peel off the last one. I am left in nothing but a lace bra. The cold dungeon air makes my nipples hard as soon as it swirls around my mostly naked torso, or maybe it’s from him. His words, his games. How would I ever know? I try to hand it to him but he is a little out of my reach. I give my ground to put it in his hand and he is quick, too quick as he takes my wrist and pulls me into him. His freezing, snow covered cloak chills my flesh and I yelp and try to pull back. 

“Undo my cloak, pet.” He instructs. I shiver and do it, unclasping him and reaching up to shove it off his shoulders. I throw it onto the sofa with everything else. He is staring at me and I stare back, I take his scarf as well. 

“What about this?” I run my fingers over his cassock, fingers trailing over the column of buttons and stopping where the top of his trousers kissed the lowest button. 

“Take off the rest of yours, then you may take mine.” 

I move over and sit in his reading chair, take off my boots, the long wool socks coated in snow, the wool tights and at last the skirt. In my undergarments I stood again, flinching as I stepped on chunks of snow from my socks. “Are you sure?” I ask as I approach. “It’s the middle of the day what if-”

“I am not opening this door for anything less than an accidental decapitation.” He promises. As I start his buttons his cold hands come up to my back and slide down my body, making me shiver. When I undo the cuff of his cassock, a necessary step I had learned, in order to actually get it off of him, his other hand slips between my thighs and squeezes my leg, high enough that he is brushing my knickers but barely touching me. My breath goes shakey.

When I’m done with the ones on the first wrist I have to reach down and wrap my hands around his wrist between my legs to reach the  ones on the other wrist. I accidentally pull him up and he touches my knickers. “Naughty. Not yet.” He scolds, smacking me on the behind with his other hand. He moves a way to sit on the sofa on top of all of our discarded clothing. “My boots, darling.”

I kneel to untie them. There is snow on the rug and I try to brush it out of the way before I have to be on it but he says “Is my little princess going to melt if snow touches her sensitive knees?” He is being sarcastic and when I look up at him I can tell he is just playing the impatient master. There are no teeth in it. 

“I will endeavour to persevere.” I tell him with a hint of cheek. His hand comes down and palms the side of my face before curling those fingers under my chin and making me look up at him. 

“You’ve braved the cold on my orders for hours already, surely you can take a few moments more for me.” I nod, and when his thumb crosses over my lips I lick it playfully. He surprises me by sliding it into my mouth. I close my lips around it and suck him gently. He inhales sharply and withdraws it. “Boots, my little minx. One thing at a time.” He scolds. 

As I successfully remove each one I get a showering of snow over my bare legs. I can’t help but hiss and brush it off me. I’ve barely removed the second one  when he is pulling me up by the elbows to kiss him again. I lean in, unbuttoning his shirt while we kiss. My hands find the top of his trousers and he releases me. 

I unbutton them slowly, looking at him waiting for him to boss me around some more. It pet him through his drawers for a long few seconds before I reach in to retrieve him. His flesh here feels so hot against my hand. I grasp him tightly, there is a glistening wetness at the tip and I bend to lick it off. 

He is quietly panting as I lick him in different places. I keep looking up for reassurance. It’s been over a month since the first and only time he let me do this. I worry that I am not good at it, but he is kind of moaning as his hand pets my hair. I barely take him in my mouth when he groans and says “I need you too badly to take this kind of attention.” 

I don’t take him out of my mouth yet. “I came a lot last night. You can come this way today.”   As I sink as low as I can on his cock. 

“Precious one, stop.” He whimpers. I do as he asks, rising away from him. 

“If I’m bad at it, you could tell me-”

“You’re not, dearest. I just need you in another way right now.”

“Which way?”

“Bent over the sofa arm. I’ve been thinking about it all morning. Indulge me.”

“Don’t I always?” I ask, standing and moving around to the side of the sofa, still a little put off that he wanted me to stop. I wish he would just tell me what it is I am doing wrong with my mouth.

He stands and follows me pushing me down between my shoulder blades as his cock nudges into the backs of my thighs. He pulls my knickers down my legs and I step out of them. “Let’s see, are you ready for me?” He asks before finding my entrance with his fingers. I groan as he easily slides into me. “I knew it. You say you are sated and yet, here you are dripping wet for me yet again.” He fingers me while he says it and I can’t help but moan at his words and his touch as usual.

I get the fleeting wonderance of what on earth I would have thought if I had known in my earlier years as his student that one day he would grab my hand and our lives would take this very strange turn. That I would feel like an instrument specially tuned for Professor Snape’s skilled playing. He never failed to make me positively hum in bliss and it was almost disconcerting the way he knew how to press my buttons. I had to frequently remind myself that he had spent several weeks hearing my every thought and if that doesn’t give a man a leg up on understanding his lover, what would? Still, there were times, like now, I wondered how much of it just came from inside him. How did he know that the mere act of telling me to undress him would make me all desperate for him. 

Suddenly it was the head of his cock pressing into my entrance instead of those skilled fingers and I found my soreness from last night hardly registered as I was prodded open. One of his hands slid up my neck and into my hair, pulling it by the roots and making me moan as he pulled back. The other hand wrapped around under me and teased my clit as he worked his way into me. 

“You see, darling. As much as I would love to come in your beautiful mouth.” He said as he thrust forward, slamming in deep and making me gasp in pleasure. “I might not be able to do this for the rest of the week.” He said, withdrawing and slamming home again in between sentences. “Given the choice.” Oh. Please.Yes. “I would rather listen to you come.” Oh. Fuck. Merlin. “It pleases me more.” Full. So Very Full . “To feel you go pieces around my cock.” Daddy. Please. Yes . “I hear those thoughts, little nymph. Say them outloud.” He demands. 

When I first open my mouth nothing but noises fall out. He is fucking me so throughly I can’t even make my mouth form words. “Tell daddy what you’re feeling.” He purrs.

“So good.” I managed to squeak out some english. 

“Are you going to come for me?” He asks. Clearly I cannot elaborate as much as he would maybe like me to. 

“Yes.” I whimper. “Yes, yes….oh. Fuck. Daddy I’m- I’m gonna.” my phrase breaks up as I reach that peak and he is groaning in my ear and filling me with his orgasm and falling down against me, both of us over the arm of the sofa. I am crushed by the weight of him and yet I don’t mind. I am only now aware of how many freezing water droplets of melted snow are on the cloak I have fallen onto. 

I feel my legs shaking, under him. With his weight on me he is so deeply embedded inside me and his twitching cock makes me shudder anew. He still has a hand in my hair and he turns my head so he is panting into my ear, his lips kissing  my neck. “Shall we go warm up in the bath together, pet?” He whispers eventually. 

I agree as I always do and soon enough we are in his bathtub, my head happily reclined on his chest. “I’m afraid I’m going to fall asleep on you.” I yawn on the last few words as if saying out loud brought my body’s attention to it. 

“Don’t you go falling asleep on me and trapping me in the tub. Think how pruned I will get waiting for you to wake up.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with waking me up this morning.” I say sarcastically.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with staying up late last night.” He teased back. 

“McGonagall told me you two are fairly close.”

“Over the years I suppose a certain trust has developed between us. A tentative understanding that we are intelligent and the rest of the staff are best decided on a case by case basis.” He jokes.

“I think you didn’t want to tell her about us in the beginning because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. You were more worried about what she would think of you than Albus.” I speculate out loud, and because I don’t have to face him I am more bold than I would be otherwise.

“Well she found us anyway, didn’t she.” He murmurs. He is avoiding answering, something I’ve started mentally tracking because at first I didn’t notice his deflections. He was a master of distraction I had come to learn.  

“Well it seems like she still thinks of you as a friend...” I lead.

“Is that what she said to you?” He asks.

“She said she’s happy to see you happy.”

“Mmhmm” he hums into my ear and his hands slide around my body. I do not take the bait of his distraction.

“Are you?” I prod.

“Am I what?”

“Happy?”

“I’ve never really felt qualified to say…” He says quietly. “I suppose I am happier than I was. But- There are times I feel just as miserable as ever, worse even.”

“I make it worse?” I ask.

“No. I make it worse. Worrying about old troubles in addition to worrying about you.”

“What are you worrying about me for?”

“For example, in moments like this I worry I am isolating you from your friends and that at some point you will be missing one too many times and it will drive a wedge into your friendships and make things hard for you. You need more friends than just me.”

“I think you might be my best friend, Severus.” I admit, closing my hands over his around my belly. “Is that…” I’m not sure how to finish, too much, too weird? 

He kisses the top of my head. “Shall we get matching jewellery or tattoos?” he asks, nibbling under my ear at the end of the question making me smile and flinch as it kind of tickles. 

“What else do you worry about me for?”

“Don’t make me list it you will think me quite mad”

“But I want to tell you to stop worrying about the things and how do I know what to tell you to stop worrying about if you don’t tell me the things?”

“Suffice it to say that I shall not cease to worry even if I gave you an itemised list and you responded in a long form essay. So we are about as well off not having the conversation as having it.”

“Deflecting…”

“Well it’s time to get out.”

“Capital D deflecting.” I say as I stand and drip. 

“Maybe I should worry that you’ll lose friends not from spending too much time with me but by annoying them with personal questions.” He tries to pass this off as teasing sarcasm and it fails. I hear the real feeling behind it too clearly.

“Didn’t mean to annoy you, Sev.” I mutter, shrugging into a bathrobe and leaving the room. He catches me just before I put floo powder into his fireplace. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He tries in his usual imperious tone but I can see through it right now.

“I’ll give you some space… I didn’t mean to-” I am trying not to be hurt but it’s ot working. I figure escape is better than confronting him.

“Did I say I want that? No, what I want is for you to come to bed because you and I are going to have a little nap together before dinner.”

“What if someone needs you?”

“I tell them I’m unwell. I would rather spend time with you.” He smiles, drawing me away from the fireplace. He pulls back the bedding and steers me into the bed, bathrobe and all. “To revisit our conversation before I turned back into the grumpy bastard everyone else well remembers I am. Yes. You make me happy. I am grateful to have your friendship” He gets in the bed and kneels on top of me and kisses me, his hair drips a little on me, he dried it so hastily.

“I’m sorry. I know I can be so closed off about things. I hear myself being a prick and I can’t quite help it, I’m not used to someone caring enough to ask. Forgive me, will you darling? It was not my intention to hurt your feelings.” He pulled my hand to his lips, kissed my knuckles and slipped his fingers inside the arm of my robe, touching the sensitive underside of my arm so lightly and delicately that I smile at this small affection.

“I will forgive you if you are the big spoon for our nap.” I offer. 

“When have I ever not been the big spoon?” He asks as he slips in beside me.”Come here my little teaspoon and you can finally have your nap you have been griping about.”

I settle in with a smile. I don’t think I even sleep during our nap, I just bask in being tucked into his warmth and appreciate the time he has found for this Saturday snuggle.

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[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

‘thank God’ you think to yourself as you watch jungkook drop the handgun. you don’t even hear what he says because you’re immediately pulling him into your embrace. “don’t you ever do that again, you hear me? EVER” you say in his neck and you feel jungkook’s grip on your waist tighten, hoping he’ll bring you closer.

you hear him asking you if you want to leave and truthfully, you do want to leave but you’re scared to leave him on his own. you don’t know what he’ll do to himself if you do leave him alone. how could you live a regular life after witnessing this? how could you leave him?

“no, baby. i’m not going anywhere” you say, pulling away to look him in his teary eyes that refuse to make eye contact with yours. he’s so ashamed of himself and his actions. he promised to never hurt you again yet he’s hurting you; scaring you.

“i know he brings out the worst in you but guess what? i’m right here and i’m not going anywhere” you whisper and finally his eyes lock on yours.

you’re such an heaven sent angel, a selfless human being who is still by his side despite what you just witnessed.

you truly believe the both of you will get through this and even though you’re scared, you still decide to stay. it’s not like you could leave him anyways…

“c’mon. let’s go to bed” you say after picking up the weapon off the floor and tucking bam back to sleep. you both are lying down in bed and you’re running your fingers through jungkook’s hair while watching his eyes slowly close. “i love you” you whisper before he’s off to dream land and once he is, you let out a sigh of relief.

since jungkook is feeling better, he goes to work and you return to school with a lot on your mind. you look visibly stressed and to tell the truth, you barely got any sleep last night but you push on anyways.

when you arrive home, bam is running towards you with his tail wagging and is excited to see you. “hey bamieee” you coo and when you set your stuff down, you notice a trail of rose petals. “jungkook?” you call but there’s no response. “quit playing around” you call out again but still no response.

you follow the trail of rose petals and it leads to the bedroom door, hesitantly, you open it to reveal….

He has given this a lot of thoughts, he’s taken his time to make this decision. And he has never been sure about anything more than this.

He just hopes that you accept because he really wants you to, but if you won’t, there is another way. And he will understand if you refuse him. And maybe you guys are mowing too fast, but just so in love with you he knows that he cannot afford to lose you.

Especially not after the stunt, his father pulled. And he absolutely doesn’t trust his father at all who knows maybe he’ll just visit you one day, and God knows what he will tell you about him.

“Yn!!” he called out your name as you come into the room surprised, he’s got this smile on his face and you look very shocked, but you look happy too. He notices.

Of course, this is a huge surprise, but this is the least you deserve. He wishes that he could put the universe at your feet, and if he could he would.

“Hi princess. Surprise.” He says, sitting on the rocking chair in your bedroom, he stands up to greet you and he pulls you in for a long passionate kiss.

When he kisses you, he feels like he can breathe again it’s just such a good feeling. “I came home early today because I wanted to give you a surprise. I did this all myself. Are you proud of me?” He goofily giggles.

“I know you must be hungry, so why don’t we eat? I even cooked the food myself, I made your favorite dishes.”

#ask: tpol!jungkook

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 2

“Oh no, you’re a morning person!” - October 2nd prompt. The morning after is never quite as comfortable as the night before.

Check it out on AO3 here, or below the KR! (Backposting, I know, I suck, I'm sorry-)

I woke with a jerk, startled to consciousness by the feeling of someone moving around near me, rubbing bleary eyes as I found myself upright.

A hand found my shoulder, and I snapped around, fumbling for the knife taped under the bed and almost falling from the sofa. The motion brought back my memories with a jolt of realisation and shame, and I looked up quickly.

Matt was standing over me, his fingers hesitating where my shoulder once was, face creased in concern. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you,’ he explained slowly, and raised a steaming mug by way of explanation.

“Oh, I- Uh, th-thank you… I…” I shuffled upright as I spoke, reaching for my hearing aids with a soft groan. “Thank you,” I muttered again, taking the coffee from him carefully. “You can, uh… Sit, if you want.”

He moved easily around the sofa as I pulled my feet out of the way, fingertips trailing over the arm to guide him before he dropped down beside me. “Good morning,” he offered, grinning broadly, and I groaned again, shaking my head.

“Oh, no. You’re a morning person,” I whined, hanging my head in horror, pushing my free hand through my hair. “I don’t think this is going to work out, Mr. Murdock. I can’t be with anyone so chipper in the morning.”

He laughed aloud, shaking his head. “I have to work at nine! At least I made you coffee… When I know your apartment a little better, it’ll be breakfast. Pancakes on a weekend.”

We both hesitated, and he blushed heavily, but I only smirked.

“Moving in already, hm?”

He snorted, cheeks still coloured as he shook his head. “You’re the one who asked me to stay the night!”

“The night… Not every night,” I teased, chuckling at his embarrassment. “… But I do appreciate coffee. And I do like pancakes.”

He smiled shyly, still looking a little mortified by his comment. “I make mean pancakes.”

I grinned to myself, inching infinitesimally closer. “Maybe we should go on a second date before you start leaving your toothbrush here, huh?”

He flushed a little further, shaking his head. “I thought there wasn’t going to be a second date; aren’t I too ‘chipper’ in the morning?”

Snorting, I pushed a hand through the mess of my hair, pretty grateful he couldn’t see me looking so dishevelled. “True. I’d have to very carefully consider it…” Despite the coffee on my breath, in my half-asleep state I found myself leaning a little closer, biting back a smirk as his throat bobbed nervously when the sofa shifted beneath him. “There’s sure to be some confounding variables.”

“Oh?” he replied, tongue darting out to wet his lips anxiously. “Such as?”

“Well, the quality of those pancakes, for one.”

“But of course. For now, I can only guarantee that I’ve never had complaints.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“Anything else?” he breathed, too soft for my hearing aids to pick up, barely far enough away to keep my eyes from blurring as I fought to read his lips.

“Attraction? Compatibility?” I offered at a whisper, and his fingertips found my jaw, tipping my head up and giving me all the time in the world to draw away before his mouth brushed mine, soft and delicious and safe.

A low groan rumbled in my chest as my hand grasped at the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until his tongue brushed mine and I felt him gasp, eliciting a proud smirk.

By the time he eventually pulled away, his stubble had lightly chafed my jaw, and his hair was in disarray from my fingers tugging desperately. But he only smiled, his thumb caressing my cheek lightly.

“Well? How’s that for attraction and compatibility?” he murmured, and I grinned shyly, the heat rising in my skin under his hand making him smirk.

“Pretty good…” I admitted, leaning closer once more, and sighing when he drew back a little further. “Work?”

“Work,” he agreed softly. “…Can I see you tonight?”

“Tonight doesn’t work for me,” I admitted reluctantly, grimacing. I was on a stakeout with Nat, much to my chagrin – and it wasn’t the type of job where you could call in sick, unless you were actively dying. “Work stuff.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D agents work nights?” he pressed, head tipped curiously, and I nodded against his palm.

“When we have to.” His forehead creased minutely, portraying his anxiety, and I flinched guiltily. “…Tomorrow? I can… Pick you up from work.”

The frown morphed into a grin, and I beamed in response. “That… That sounds nice.”

“You have beard burn on your chin.”

I rolled my eyes as she smirked, nudging her lightly and reaching over to snag a couple of fries from her box. “I noticed, thank you.”

“Hey! Get your own! Shouldn’t you be a little more grateful? I told you he was a good guy!”

Snorting at her one-handed signing, I leant against her lightly, both of us unphased by the distant ground several floors below our dangling feet as we sat at the edge of the roof. “He... Really is,” I admitted reluctantly, her face lighting up at my words.

“Did he spend the night?”

I blushed violently, taking a look through the binoculars slowly before replying. “He... I slept on the sofa. I just wanted the company.” I felt her stiffen beside me, inhaling to respond, and shook my head quickly. “Don’t apologise. You’ve been busy with work, Nat. It happens. And it was... Nice,” I admitted, blushing.

“Yeah, it definitely looks like you slept on the sofa,” she quipped with a smirk when I lowered the binoculars once more, eliciting yet another roll of my eyes.

“This was this morning. And as far as we went,” I added pointedly, making her groan. “I don’t give it up on the first date, Nat!”

“You don’t give it up on any date, Barton,” she replied aloud, slowly skimming the rooftops around us. ‘How long were you with Laura for – six months or so? And you still never-”

“I’m aware,” I replied coldly, shooting her a glare she didn’t see.

“Don’t you just want to get it over with?” she asked softly, as she had many times before, lowering the binoculars to meet my gaze, and I scowled.

“You know how I feel about that,” I muttered, looking away as my cheeks flushed. Since I failed to carry out my mission to kill the adolescent assassin, choosing instead to rescue her, we’d become close friends, and over the years she’d eked out the details. Most of my closest teammates knew about me being trans, but very few ever discussed it with me – except for Nat. She didn’t shy away from asking questions or helping me out, and as a result, she knew the real reasons I was reluctant to seek out the intimacy that came so naturally to her – the overwhelming fear of being seen as less of a man based on my body.

She had, on more than one occasion, offered to make my first time a comfortable affair with someone I trusted. It was only when I found myself seriously considering it that I decided to throw myself back into the dating scene – something that I’d avoided since the breakdown of my relationship with Laura two years ago left me with little faith in the whole institution. But time was moving onwards, and I didn’t want to hit my 40s with this hanging over my head. But after six failed dates – five ending at my disclosure of my deafness, the sixth when I told him I was trans – I’d finally relented to be set up with the ‘great guy’ she knew, despite my reservations.

“I know. But... He really is a great guy, Clint. I don’t think he’d hurt you, you know?”

I nodded softly, gazing into the distance with my hands wrapped around my coffee cup. “Yeah... Neither do I.”

@flufftober

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #flufftober 2023 #ship: Clint x Matt #writing bingo #writers on tumblr #Win speaks

[lucy90712]

Augusto Fernandez- What a day

The last few days have been very busy with Augusto leaving for the last race of the season and me having to go to work and then pack to drive to the track to join him but finally we have reached the last race day of the season. I've never experienced a last race of the season before let alone a title decider so to been pretty overwhelming watching Saturdays track action and now getting ready for the race. With everything thats been going on I've not had much time to think about how this will be Augusto's last race in moto2 and possibly his chance of winning his first title. Its crazy to think that just a few months ago Augusto was trailing behind in the title fight and didn't see any hope of getting to motogp but here we are with him leading the championship and with a seat in motogp for next year. I couldn't be more proud of everything he's achieved this year as I've been here to watch everything and the amount of work and determination he's put into this season is like nothing I've ever seen before. As much as I would love to I can't get too ahead of myself as of course the championship isn't done as there is still a good chance that Ai could win but I have a good feelings about today.

On a normal race weekend we would have a bit more time together but since I got here I've barely seen Augusto as he's been so busy. The only time we got to spend together was in the evening but then we were both super tired so ended up just getting into bed. I guess overnight I didn't sleep so that kind of counts as spending time with Augusto as I spent most of the night staring at him to make sure that he was ok and sleeping while I worried about today. The busy schedule continued this morning as the alarm went off earlier than normal and I was dragged out of bed to go and get breakfast then left while the team had a meeting to talk about he race seeing as its an important one for the whole team. After the boring things were done it was time for warm up and I realised that I hadn't even got ready yet so I hid out the way during warmup just incase they had cameras as I didn't want to be on tv in my pyjamas.

Eventually we made it back to the motorhome and I got ready so that I looked a bit more presentable but then we had nothing to do until the start of the race. Seeing as we had some time I thought it might be a good idea to be doing something to take Augusto's mind off the race so I dragged him out of the motorhome to walk around the paddock. The paddock was very busy when we first went out as it was just before the moto3 race but after that began it was a bit quieter which made it a lot more enjoyable. As much as this walk was supposed to be to distract Augusto he seemed to be doing pretty ok and I was the one that was nervous about the race. I am always nervous before a race but I'm extra nervous for this race as I just know that if it doesn't go Augusto's way he will be so upset and will blame himself for all the mistakes he's made this season especially Australia.

Soon enough we had to head back to the motorhome for him to get ready which is when I noticed him getting a bit quieter and more nervous which was to be expected. I wanted to help him feel a bit calmer but I let him him go through his usual routine first as I know that he will be worse if he doesn't do everything like he usually does. Once he was ready I got up and grabbed hold of his hand to get his attention and once I had it I made him come sit down with me. I didn't say anything for a few minutes instead I just played with his hair running my hand through it as that often relaxes him. After playing with his hair for a few minutes he pulled me onto his lap and cuddled me into his chest.

"You've got this you know" I said

"You think so" he said

"Yeah I mean you like this track and the bike has been fast all weekend while Ai has been struggling you can do this you just need to believe in yourself" I said

"Thank you love" he said

"Now come on let's go so you can win the championship" I said pulling him up

We went into the garage and the whole team were busy getting things ready which meant it was a little chaotic but Augusto went straight to sit in his chair and I stood next to him while he got his helmet and gloves on. He put his gloves on and grabbed his helmet before getting up and giving me a kiss and getting on his bike and before I knew it he had left the garage and it was almost time for the race. Once he was gone I started to show my nerves a bit more as I was trying to hide them before but now that he's not here I can be as nervous as I like which is very nervous. You could sense that the whole team were starting to feel it as when everyone was back in the garage during the warm up lap no one said anything everyone just got in place to start watching the race. I was stood out the way to start with but Aki then got a chair for himself and allowed me to sit in Augusto's chair which I did as my legs were starting to shake from the nerves.

They did the warm up lap and then the lights went out and straight away I was very stressed. Augusto dropped some places on the start and Ai made up some places which meant that it was just 0.5 points between them. My nerves weren't helped by Alonso Lopez who seemed to be pulling some strange moves but luckily for Augusto after he passed him he lost it and crashed. The next worry was that Ai was gaining on Tony in the lead and Cam was rapidly getting closer from behind. I just couldn't watch so I put my hands over my eyes so I was only peaking through my fingers but as soon as I did chaos ensued with Cam crashing and Ai doing the same in a very odd crash. None of that mattered though as it meant Augusto was champion which took a second to sink in for everyone in the garage but when it did they all congratulated each other and I felt tears threatening to spill from my eyes in just pure joy.

The rest of the race almost didn't matter but Augusto still fought to the very last lap and ended up 2nd with Pedro in 1st which was a brilliant result for the team. Before the end of the race I joined a few team members to going to the side of the track to greet Augusto and give him his world champion helmet. Of course he took a while to get there but once he did the team members greeted him first before he got off his bike and came over to give me a hug which was the best hug I've had in a long time. The team then gave me his special helmet which I got to give to him which I really enjoyed as I actually helped in designing the helmet. He celebrated with the fans for a bit before getting back on his bike to head back to parc ferme so I did the same by getting on the back of a scooter so that I could watch the podium ceremony.

Somehow I got to parc ferme before Augusto but that was fine by me as it gave me the chance to congratulate the whole team including Pedro who gave me a hug after I congratulated him for winning rookie of the year and the race. Eventually Augusto made it back and everyone went crazy celebrating and congratulating him. The team then gathered to take pictures so I tried to get out the way but Augusto gently pulled me back and got me to stand next to him for all the pictures which made me a little nervous but ultimately no one will really notice me. Once all the pictures were taken everyone went up to the podium and of course Augusto did his best to spray the team with the champagne which included me so I ended up soaked but I also didn't care.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was a while before I saw Augusto again as he had loads of media to do but eventually he came back to the motorhome and straight away joined me on the sofa as he was clearly exhausted. I felt bad as I could see that he just wanted a moment to chill but he had the awards to attend later tonight which he had to get ready for and then travel there which meant there wasn't much time for chilling. When it was time for Augusto to start getting ready he pulled me up with him and made me come into the bedroom with him even though I was under the impression that I was just going to sit there while he got ready. As I just sat there he looked at me puzzled like I was doing something wrong so I gave him the same look back to see if he would explain. Instead of explaining he just looked at me for a bit longer before then switching to a look of realisation.

"Oh I never actually asked you to come did I?" He questioned

"I have no idea what you're on about so no" I replied

"Well I was going to ask you to come to the awards with me and I thought I did but clearly I forgot so would you like to come?" He asked

"I would love to but I don't have anything to wear" I said

"I have that covered I prepared everything else I just forgot to ask you" he laughed

"Well then I'm in" I said

With that I got up and went straight to the bathroom to shower and wash my hair as I didn't do it this morning. I had to be quick because Augusto doesn't take long to get ready and he got up in enough time for him to be ready even though I would have started getting ready an hour ago. Once out the shower I quickly dried my hair and curled it before starting on my makeup which I decided to keep simple to save time and because I'm not that good at makeup so can't do much else. When I was done with everything else I asked Augusto where my outfit was and he opened the wardrobe to show me the prettiest dress I've ever seen. The dress was black and had a slit up the leg and an open back but also long sleeves so it had some coverage but also showed some skin. I put it on with some help as I couldn't reach the zip but once it was on I fixed my hair and added shoes and jewellery before I was completely ready to go.

Augusto came up behind me while I was looking in the mirror and put his arms around my waist before leaning down to kiss me. I looked at him through the mirror as we just stood there together doing nothing until he pulled out his phone and took some pictures of us together which I watched him put on his Instagram story before we actually left the motorhome. Luckily there was a car waiting for us to drive us to the venue of the awards as I didn't want to do it and I wasn't going to let Augusto after he's been celebrating for hours. It was a really nice car too much nicer than any car I've ever owned so I felt very important getting in the back with Augusto especially knowing that we were going to an award ceremony too.

During the drive we didn't speak too much as it started to sink in what we were doing and I got incredibly nervous all of a sudden. I mean I'm ok with being seen with Augusto at races and he will post pictures of us together on social media which I'm fine with but for some reason the thought of going to the awards has me nervous. Knowing that is live and that there will be people there filming and taking pictures specifically of me and Augusto is something I've not experienced before and it is outside of my comfort zone. As much as I know people are there to see the riders from past years I know that many also like to see what the wives and girlfriends wear so I'm nervous about being judged on my outfit and just generally how I look. Augusto must have noticed that I'd been extra quiet as I felt him put a hand on my thigh and squeeze it slightly to get my attention.

"Are you ok there love?" He asked

"Yeah just a bit nervous" I said

"You seem more than a bit nervous what's bothering you?" He questioned

"I'm just nervous about there being so many cameras and people judging how I look" I admitted

"I promise it will be ok I'll be with you the whole time and if you feel uncomfortable you can hide out the way" he said

"Thank you that makes me feel slightly better" I said

"Good now lets go we got this" he smiled

We got out the car and Augusto stood there to wait for me to sort my dress out and to be ready to walk down the red carpet they put out which felt a little over the top but I guess this only happens once a year. Once I was ready to go he grabbed hold of my hand and squeezed it gently before we started to walk towards the red carpet. I took one last deep breath before we started to walk down together and right away there was cameras flashing and others coming to film us as we walked. Augusto kept a tight grip on my hand the entire time until we made it into the building where he had to go and do an interview so I stood off to the side just waiting for him. I actually really enjoyed hearing him talk about winning the championship and going to Motogp next year as it's not something we have talked too much about as of course other things have been going on.

After the interview we had to take a few more pictures but after that we were able to go properly inside and take our seats. A few people were in there already and Augusto being the way he is started a conversation with them and eventually I ended up joining in when I felt like I could say something worth while. I don't talk to too many people in the paddock as I'm not the most outgoing person but it was really nice to actually talk to some people and make some friends who I can talk to when at races. Weirdly after being so nervous earlier I was feeling relaxed and was really enjoying the evening so far.

Before long the awards started and they went through each of the classes in order so starting with motoE then moto3 and them finally to moto2. A bit before they started with moto2 Augusto had to go backstage so I had been sat alone just waiting to get to watch him be officially awarded the championship. Seeing the team get the awards and then Pedro get rookie of the year made me really happy as the team are really great and this year has been a bit of a rollercoaster. Finally Augusto walked out on stage and the smile on my face only got bigger and a few tears even welled up in my eyes as just seeing him up there made me so proud of what he has achieved this year. I loved watching him get given his medal and certificate (is that what they are called?) and then stand with the others to take pictures before giving his speech which he was worried about doing but I thought he did great.

Once the ceremony was over and we were able to get up Augusto brought me with him to the photo booth that they have and we took pictures together which perfectly captured the moment and put into a physical thing that I can keep forever the emotions of the day. We then went and talked to a few more people who I already knew so was happy to chat to to kill some time. Like he promised earlier Augusto didn't leave my side even though there wasn't cameras around anymore he stayed with me the whole time. He even just stood there happily as I talked to one of the riders girlfriends for a bit before we then went to talk to someone else. It was nice to have him there as when I wanted to have a break from talking to people he would happily go to a more quiet corner with me for a few minutes which I really appreciated.

The whole evening was really enjoyable and by the time we left although I was exhausted and definitely needed to just be with Augusto or by myself I was happy that I decided to go as its a special moment that hopefully I will get to experience again but if I don't this time will always be in my memories.

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