#big frames with wide shots for a bit of silence or tension

[hcnnibal]

do you have tips on comic layouts?! lowkey making me want to do a comic of my ocs, also what kind of brush do you use?

i have way too much to say about comic layouts, paneling, framing, etc but i will refrain from yapping. i guess the gist of it is figure out the tone of the scene or the emotions u want to evoke from the audience first, then try to make it happen :D sometimes u have to go through a ton of thumbnails before u settle on something that makes it onto a page, its a lot of trial and error but eventually u get a feel for it

i use these brushes

#little frames in quick succession for action #big frames with wide shots for a bit of silence or tension #scenes w high emotion usually have panels scattered about #comics are such a beautiful medium for storytelling but u gotta be like #intentional w ur choices #like every other medium #like i always make a2 a little too big for his frames while a1 usually fits perfectly into his #when theyre in frame together everything is nice and balanced and symmetrical #little choices that mean nothing except they mean everything lol

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Everything About You - One. (Bradley Bradshaw x OFC)

a/n: This is my first time writing an AU fic, but I was watching 13 Going on 30 and got inspired. This first part is set in the past when both characters are 13, but moving forward they'll be set during adulthood.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw (AU) x Danielle Lucas (OFC)

content/warnings: teen bullying, Bradley being a cute, lanky teenage boy with braces, a bit of angst/hurt.

word count: 3.4k

September 19, 1997.

The buzzing energy of the middle school hallway faded into the background as Bradley Bradshaw, your steadfast friend since the age of three, bounded towards you with a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear. 

"Happy birthday, Dani!"

His tall, lean frame enveloped you in a warm hug, momentarily distracting you from the lockers that lined the hallway. Bradley's presence was a familiar comfort, a constant in your life since the days of sandbox adventures. As he let go of you, a mischievous sparkle danced in his amber eyes.

"Guess what? Your birthday surprise is at home, but I promise it's worth the wait. Tonight, it's all yours," Bradley declared, leaning casually against the lockers. His eyes held a secret, and the anticipation in the air made your birthday feel even more special.

There was an unspoken connection between you two, a friendship that spanned years, and it showed in the thoughtful glint in Bradley's eyes. He knew you like the back of his hand, and you couldn't help but wonder what surprise he had in store.

Just as Bradley finished speaking, the hallway buzzed as gaggles of teenagers made their way out of the building for the weekend, a ripple of chatter echoed around the lockers. The leader of the Elites, Alexis, sashayed into view with her entourage in tow. She looked at you with a raised eyebrow, as if your very existence puzzled her.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the dynamic duo," Alexis purred, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her designer bag. "What's this, Bradley? Another attempt to impress our little bookworm on her big day?" Her tone dripped with condescension as she spoke, her disdain for Bradley becoming more and more apparent.

Bradley shot you an apologetic look, his eyes momentarily clouded with embarrassment. You took a deep breath, squaring your shoulders. Alexis might be the queen of the social hierarchy, but she couldn't dampen the birthday glow.

"Save your commentary for someone who cares, Alexis," he retorted with a confident smile.

Alexis rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated scoff, directing her dismissive coolness toward Bradley. She quickly redirected her attention to you, her deep blue eyes adopting an almost saccharine warmth. A smirk played on her lips as she greeted you with a casual nod.

"Hey, Dani!" Alexis exclaimed, her tone transforming from disdain to faux friendliness. "I'd totally love to swing by your party tonight, but, ugh, major bummer—I'm stuck with this paper on the American Revolution. Like, Monday is legit gonna be the worst." She glanced down at her impeccably manicured nails, painted in the trendiest shade of blue, before returning her gaze to you. Her squad of fellow 13-year-old girls nodded in synchronized agreement, like a perfectly rehearsed girl band.

As a silence hung in the air, you shifted nervously on your feet, a bashful smile forming on your lips. "Um, Alexis, I... I could probably help you with that paper, you know?" you suggested, your voice soft and hesitant. The hallway momentarily fell into a hush as you made the offer, and you caught a disapproving look from Bradley, your best friend since forever. His eyes conveyed a silent plea, urging you not to get entangled in Alexis' schemes.

"Oh, Dani, that would be, like, totally amazing!" Alexis responded with a delighted grin, seemingly oblivious to the unspoken tension.

Bradley couldn't resist a sly retort, responding with a mocking tone that mimicked Alexis's faux enthusiasm. "Totally," he quipped, his eyes glinting with mischief as he gave his best impression of the popular girl's exaggerated mannerisms.

Alexis, unimpressed by Bradley's imitation, let out another scoff, narrowing her eyes at him before smoothly redirecting her attention back to you. "I forgot to tell you," she said, her lips curling upwards into a smirk, "I heard Mark wants to stop by."

At the mere mention of Mark Harrison, the atmosphere seemed to shift. Mark, the epitome of teenage allure, was the hottest guy in school. Destined to become the star quarterback for the high school football team next year, he possessed effortlessly perfect blonde hair that glinted like sunlit gold and piercing blue eyes that seemed to capture the essence of a cloudless sky. Every girl in school swooned at the thought of him. Falling for his charms and charismatic nature seemed almost inevitable, like a magnetic force drawing people in. Mark was the Leonardo DiCaprio of the school, his flawless exterior drawing everyone's attention.

In stark contrast, Bradley, often seen as the Ben Savage of the eighth grade, had a more down-to-earth appeal. His dark brown curls were a chaotic masterpiece atop his head, and his amber eyes held a warmth that resonated with genuine emotion. Faint faded scars on his cheek and neck told a story of past adventures and mishaps, giving him an endearing, perfectly flawed quality. While Mark radiated flawless perfection, Bradley's charm lay in his authenticity.

Bradley’s face fell when he heard that Mark was interested in coming to your party tonight. The realization hit him hard – he'd been aware that Mark had been the focal point of your attention for the past two years, with half the student body sharing a crush on him. A wave of inadequacy washed over Bradley, leaving him feeling unable to compete with someone like Mark Harrison for your attention.

"Mark... Mark wants to come to my party?" Your eyes sparkled with excitement at the mere mention of Mark's interest in celebrating your birthday at your house. This marked the first year your parents had entrusted you to plan your own party—a modest gathering in your home, with the downstairs rec room as the chosen venue. Your parents wisely made themselves scarce for the occasion. Previously, with Bradley as the sole representative of the opposite sex, you worried the party might lack excitement. You knew the Elites wouldn't be enticed by board games or watching "Clueless" over cans of soda and slices of pepperoni pizza. Adding Mark to the mix could make the party more interesting, at the very least. 

"Yeah, I heard he wants to bring his friends too. I told him it was totally fine. I mean, your parents don't even need to know they're there, right? Your back door leads to the basement, doesn't it?" Alexis smirked, raising an eyebrow as she attempted to recall the layout of your family home.

Years ago, you and Alexis had considered yourselves friends. She had attended the same dance studio as you when you were little, and your mothers had become good friends, bonding in the waiting area. However, when you chose softball over dance, your paths diverged. The mothers spent less time together, and as months passed, you witnessed Alexis ascending to popularity in sixth grade, leaving you behind and severing any remnants of the old Alexis you once knew.

"Yeah, it does. I'll, uh... I'll see you guys at 7?" you responded, attempting to contain the bubbling excitement within you.

"See you at 7, right, girls?" Alexis grinned, her posse nodding and echoing her sentiments.

As you and Bradley walked home, the straps of your backpack hanging nonchalantly from your shoulders, a contagious excitement had you practically skipping with joy. Bradley shot you an awkward glance, shaking his head in disbelief at your exuberant mood.

“I can’t believe you agreed to write her paper for her.”

“What? I wanted to help her.”

“Help her with what? Spare her from writing a three-page essay on the Boston Tea Party?!”

"Look, I want Alexis and me to be friends again, Bradley. She and I used to be really close."

“Yeah… back when she was human. Now she’s... evil? She’s like the devil, but with lip gloss and blonde hair.”

"Oh, ha ha, you’re hilarious, Bradley," you retorted, shaking your head at Bradley’s reluctant hesitation to include Alexis in your party plans.

“I try my best,” Bradley said with a shrug, following you into your house. A polite greeting to your parents later, he headed downstairs with you.

Entering the rec room, Bradley furrowed his brow in confusion, casting a glance at you. His amber eyes seemed almost insulted at your parents' willingness to let him be unchaperoned with you, an exception to the norm that didn't go unnoticed.

“How come your parents don’t care if I’m alone in a room with you?” he asked quizzically, biting his bottom lip as he awaited your response.

“Hmm?” you said, turning from the decorations to face him. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess they know nothing would happen with you, you know?”

“Right... like they trust me to be a nice guy or?”

“I think they know you and I would never try.”

“Right…”

For a moment, Bradley's face fell before he nodded, picking up a deflated balloon and silently putting it to his lips. He blew air into it until it transformed into a perfectly round, pink ball, helping you continue the task of inflating balloons. 

As the rec room filled with the soft sounds of balloons being inflated and a collection of pop music hits playing from the television, Bradley and you, each armed with a handful of pastel coloured  balloons, worked tirelessly to transform the space into a festive one, fit for a party of 13-year-olds. The rhythmic beats of music coming from the tv added to your buzzing excitement, making it more and more difficult for you to contain your feelings.  In between tying knots and arranging decorations, Bradley chuckled at you, breaking the silence.

"You really think writing that paper is gonna bring back the old Alexis?"

Pausing in your task, you met Bradley's gaze, a thoughtful expression on your face. "I don't know, Bradley. People change, but maybe there's a chance she'll remember who we used to be."

His amber eyes softened, understanding the significance of the gesture. "Just be careful, okay? She's not the same person she was."

Before you could respond, the doorbell echoed through the house, signaling the arrival of your guests. The anticipation heightened, and you shared a quick nod with Bradley before heading upstairs to welcome your friends.

The party unfolded with an energy that only thirteen-year-olds could bring. The rec room buzzed with laughter, chatter, and the occasional burst of pop music. Bradley, despite his initial reservations, found himself immersed in the party, dancing along with the others to the music filling the room. The once-deflated balloons now adorned the ceiling, a testament to the collaborative effort between you and Bradley.

In the now vibrantly buzzing room, laughter and chatter filled the air as Alexis proposed they liven up the party with a game of Spin the Bottle. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and a hint of nervous anticipation. You exchanged an uneasy glance with Bradley as the bottle began its erratic spins. He was the only one who knew you’d never had your first kiss yet, and the last thing you wanted was for it to take place in front of an audience as if you were in an episode of one of your teen dramas that you loved so much. 

The bottle slowed to a gradual stop, its neck pointing directly at Bradley. Shock flashed across your face, eyes widening in disbelief as you looked up at Bradley in mild horror and embarrassment. The room erupted in a chorus of playful teasing and laughter from the popular kids, with Alexis leading the charge.

"Well, well, looks like destiny has spoken," Alexis quipped, a sly grin on her face. 

Bradley, his cheeks now scarlet red with embarrassment, tried to play it cool, or at least, as cool as he could.

"Guess fate has a sense of humor, doesn’t she?" he chuckled nervously.

“Careful kissing Braceface Bradshaw, Dani, might cut your lip on his metal mouth,” Alexis said with a wicked grin.

Caught off guard, looked from Bradley to the others. Mark stifled a grin, shielding his mouth with his can of soda as he took a drink. Alexis smirked and made a mock kissing face at you and Bradley, the entourage of popular kids who filled your basement creating a chorus of mocking ooh’s and kissing noises. 

"Um, okay, let's just get this over with," you mumbled, trying to mask her discomfort from the others, and not wanting to offend Bradley. 

Your lips met with Bradley’s in a soft, tender kiss. You could taste the essence of the peppermint that he’d been eating after his slice of pizza earlier, the cool, refreshing mint flavour washing over you as your mouths connected, careful not to come into contact with his braces. You pulled away hesitantly, your cheeks turning a vibrant red, matching the colour of the soda can that sat in Mark’s hand. Bradley offered you a sheepish smile, running his hand through the back of his hair as an awkward chuckle escaped his parted lips. 

The teasing began almost immediately. Alexis and the others couldn't resist making fun of you and Bradley, casting judgment on what was supposed to be an innocent game. 

“Brad, could you make it anymore obvious? Someone’s getting a little excited.” Alexis taunted, gesturing to Bradley cruelly, pointing to his jeans.

Bradley blushed furiously, shaking his head in panic as he bit his lip. 

“I’m not, I swear,” He said, raising his hands in an effort to plead his innocence as you sat back from him, eyebrows raised. 

You’re sure the look on your face bordered on unintended disgust. It wasn’t that you were unhappy Bradley had kissed you, it wasn’t even that he was a bad kisser - you were mortified to have had all of this unfold in front of Mark, who you’ve longed for over the last two years, and Alexis, who you desperately wanted acceptance from. 

"Wow, Bradley, take a chill pill. It's just a game," Mark chimed in as he noticed Bradley’s reddening face,  his tone laced with condescension.

Alexis added fuel to the fire, her eyes narrowing as she observed Danielle's conflicted expression, "Looks like our little Bradley here takes things a bit too seriously, huh?"

Feeling the weight of judgment, Bradley stood up from the game, making it appear as though he was simply grabbing some more drinks from the fridge in the laundry room next door. He pulled you aside into the laundry room quietly, away from the prying eyes and hurtful words. As he quietly led you there, you hoped and prayed the others didn’t see and begin taunting Bradley once again.

In the relative privacy of the laundry room, Bradley sighed before looking at you, raising an eyebrow. His voice was almost apologetic as he spoke, resting his hand against the top of the dryer.

“Dani, you know, I’m sorry they’re giving you a hard time. I know kissing me wasn’t really want you wanted.”

“It’s fine, Bradley, it’s just a game.”

“Right.” 

Bradley nodded his head slowly, his eyes looking over to the wrapped box he had sitting on the washing machine from earlier. He smiled softly, flashing his silver brace covered teeth, with dark blue elastics around each metal bracket. He grabbed the box in his hands, smiling as he brought it closer to you. He thrusted his hands forward, smiling from ear to ear as his cheeks softened back to their usual rosy pink colour. 

“I got you something.”

As you opened unwrapped the box, you smiled, revealing the cd player you’d been wanting for the last few months. You gasped softly, nodding your head as you smiled up at Bradley, overwhelmed with emotion at the fact he’d gotten you the one thing you wanted most.

“You got me my cd player?!”

“Yeah,” he laughed awkwardly as he raked his fingers through his dark curls, “Thought you’d might need it to use the other part of my gift. I made you the first cd for it.” 

He handed you a burnt cd, the front of the disc written on in Bradley’s unmistakeable handwriting. Each song was listed in order with the artist beside it for you. A few of the tracks stood out to you as songs you and Bradley often listened to together over the years. Songs from your childhood, songs from this past year, songs that were happy, songs that were sad, it was a genuine mix of feelings, one that didn’t quite make sense to put together.

“I uh, I just went for songs that reminded me of you, you know? Some of them might not make sense…uh, wait, let me try this again,” He laughed awkwardly as he shook his curly mop of hair once again.

“I made a mixed cd for you. It’s all songs that make me think of you when I hear them. I…I really like you,” Bradley said slowly, making sure the last four words come out of his mouth with absolute clarity, so that no doubts can be raised about what he said.

You looked at Bradley for a moment, blinking your eyes in stunned silence as you stared at him, You went to open your mouth to say something, anything, but words refused to form on your lips. Overwhelmed by the pressure of popularity and unwilling to acknowledge your own feelings, you put Bradley's confession aside.

 "Bradley, let's just forget about this, okay? I need to get back to the party."

Bradley nodded his head sadly, your rejection stinging as he set the cd player and cd back down together on the washing machine for you. Taking a soda from the fridge, he followed behind you as you walked back into the rec room. 

You looked around the room, only to find that Mark, Alexis, and the others had left, leaving an atmosphere of abandonment and emptiness in their wake. You checked upstairs, where your parents were watching tv, oblivious to the goings on in the basement before heading back down. Bradley came out of the downstairs bathroom, frowning as he shook his head. The room, once alive with laughter, now felt cold and deserted.

“You just had to make it awkward, didn’t you? Now everyone went home because you got too excited and took that stupid kiss too far!” you exclaimed, casting the blame on Bradley for what you perceived as the reason for everyone leaving.

Bradley opened his mouth to protest, his eyes narrowing slightly as he raised a hand to gesture around the room. Before he could utter a single syllable, you cut him off, shaking your head angrily.

“You know what, Bradley? Just go. Take your stupid cd with you. You ruined my birthday, and now Alexis and Mark will probably never talk to me again.” 

You threw the cd at Bradley, who managed to catch it, saving it from clattering to the ground on you. Tears began to well up in Bradley’s eyes in response to your words. Hurt and dejected, he turned and began to walk away. He left behind the echoes of a lost friendship and an unspoken connection that had been severed. As he stepped out into the night, the distant sounds of the party fading away, Bradley couldn't shake the feeling of rejection from the one person who had known him better than anyone else.

You sat down on the floor, crying as you shook your head, feeling overwhelmed and upset with the rejection and abandonment of your peers. You hated yourself for how you’d just spoken to Bradley. You hated yourself for not being popular enough to fit in with Alexis and her friends. You hated yourself for not being the object of Mark Harrison’s affections. As you began to add to the list of negativity, you shook your head once again. Standing up right and beginning to toss uneaten, cold pizza slices into the trash bag your mother had sent down at the start of the party, you looked out the window. A shooting star shot past, its light illuminating the sky as you watched it. 

“I wish I was an adult so I wouldn’t have to deal with all of this. Being a teenager sucks,” you muttered to yourself as you watched the star fade out of view. 

That night, you went to bed quietly, avoiding any contact with your parents as you tried to push the night’s events out of your mind. You shut your eyes, trying to focus your thoughts on turning them into happy dreams, rather than the living nightmare you’d just endured downstairs an hour earlier.

#bradley bradshaw x ofc #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x ofc #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x ofc #rooster bradshaw fic #top gun: maverick fic #top gun: maverick au fic #top gun maverick fic #top gun maverick au fic #au fic

[lilykenz]

Round 1 ❥Kenma x f!reader

❥ Word Count ~ 1.6k

❥ Warnings ~ ⚠️ 18+, smut, female reader, edging, mention of alcohol, kitten play, dd/bbg.

❥ Summary ~ You’re visiting Kenma’s house for a fun hangout, yet things change -very- quickly when he catches your admiration.

❥ This is my first one-shot with the ‘you’ perspective! Please be gentle!!! Do not repost anywhere but I do appreciate reblogs <33

“YES! HAHA! New high score!!!” Kenma roared.

The shout made you jump in your seat and jostled your attention from your switch to him.

Kenma pushed himself with his upper body away from the computer desk and slid the rolling gamer chair back. With one movement, he unfolded his legs (which had been at his chest) and hopped to his feet. This guy really sat in weird positions while tending to his hobbies. Some of which made -your- back ache in protest. How’d he do it for hours at a time?

“We should play a round next!” He strained out in that cute higher pitch he gained when he stretched.

Was he talking to his friends over the mic? Or to you??

The heaviness from your handheld sat in your lap. Muscles flexed beneath the sleeves of his baggy black hoodie. It happened again when he brought those arms forward, pulling his hoodie tight at the back. The nape of his neck clenched just before he rolled his head. Long black hair faded to dirty blond messily draped over his shoulders, which was pulled back in a loose bun.

Damn..Long hair like that easily gets tangled up in a fist…You could hear your heart beginning to race and mind slipping into what you called “the gutter” all too often. A familiar heat swelled beneath the handheld, causing you to wiggle in your seat in a desperation to quell the discomfort.

He leaned forward, the tight denim jeans he wore hugging his calves, thighs, and ass. The world slowly tilted sideways while you watched. A pair of golden feline eyes glinted over his shoulder at you. But your mind continued to roam. Your breathing quickened and came out in soft little huffs. Did he absolutely -have- to have clothes on??

“Tch. Perv”, you caught him muttering when he placed his controller down with a clack on the desk. He turned around, his expression stern and unamused.

Uh oh. I know that look. You tried to swallow and bit your dry lower lip. Kenma was no longer in his normal playful mood. Flicking his nose with his thumb, he sniffled and glanced off to his left. Your gaze slowly followed to the right and stopped at the wide open door.

The arcade room door slowly shut and you watched as Kenma’s right hand stayed on the knob. His left hand fanned on the frame for support. The muscles in his back were again visible when he hunched forward against the door. A big sigh sounded before he straightened his back and casually turned to face you. One finger wagged with a tsk noise.

His walk possessed confidence with a stroke of sass. A nervous tension rose within you, as did something else. Your legs fidgeted together to hide the growing ache. Last time and the first time, Kenma had been so shy. So gentle. You could have sworn somewhere in the slew of your regular texts over the past week that he was going to try something. Something new.

And the vibes he was giving off were -definitely- new.

Kenma picked up the controller he had previously placed on the desk, opened a game, turned the stick to where the vehicle he controlled rammed against a wall, and left it idle. He straightened again and cleared his throat, the look on his face unreadable. But his eyes. His feline gaze shook you. It wasn’t a look of gentleness. Quite the contrary…

“Do you remember last Wednesday night?” His words purred into the silence and made you shiver.

You shook your head slowly, wracking your brain for evidence of what might have happened that night. The only thing you remembered was having too many daiquiris. And texting Kenma. You remembered the action of doing so, but your words were lost in a big drunken blur. A big swallow was your answer aside from your denial and you could feel your heart beginning to race. Shit! Shit! What the hell did I tell him???

A soft purring noise sounded when he approached your chair. He’s…he’s purring?? Kenma squinted down at you, mischief clouding his golden eyes. Slowly, he lifted and placed the switch off to the side of you. He then grabbed hold of the edge of the chair with his right hand. A grin spread across his face, loosening a few bang strands.

“Need I remind you, kitten?” His words hung on a low growl while he hovered over you.

“Wait…Kit-“ you began to say, but the words were lost in a squeak of surprise. The controller vibrated against your lower thighs. All you could do was pant out nervously, feeling your face heat up. You shot a look of desperation up to meet his, only to be met with hunger. Prowess. Possession. The vibrations continued further along the crease between your thighs.

Warm breath tickled your ear, “wait? Oh no. You’re a -good- kitten, remember?” The name calling was enough to make you melt, but paired with the praise, you couldn’t help but whimper. You didn’t have to see his face to hear the grin and scoff in response to your reactions.

The cruel handle of the controller hovered just above your clit. Layers of clothing didn’t matter. Your thighs clenched together from the sudden jolt of pleasure. A gasp followed by a whimper hung in the air and your lips began to quiver behind your shaky breathing. Kenma slipped his warm fingers beneath your chin and tilted your head up in place. Soft lips just barely brushed against your own.

“Uh-uh.”

The controller pressed harder against your swollen heat and up into you. Wave upon wave of pleasure surged through your shaking body and you couldn’t help but gasp, moan, and whine. He edged the controller down into the crease of your thighs, making your legs spread. A purr of approval sounded from his throat.

His waist rocked just inches from your view past his gaze. A tent formed beneath the taught denim. Pulsing. Throbbing. You reached out to assist when another pang of pleasure pressed against your damp folds. Your grasp found the bagginess of his hoodie, instead. More whimpers and moans sounded out from your parted lips against his. There came a soft hum from them as he chuckled.

“I could listen to these sounds of yours all day. You’re such a good kitten. Daddy approves very very much.” The words were like a drug of ecstasy.

Gawd. Fuck. Daddy???

The title whispered just barely beneath your breath against his mouth. Something warm and wet traced the contours of your lips. Another surge washed over you. The controller dipped then rubbed up and down your pussy in between your trembling legs. It was too much. You couldn’t last another second.

The vibrations pulled away for just a moment and you caught a growl with the delicious taste of his breath on yours. “Uh-uh…Finish when I want you to.”

His words were like velvet. His stare held you captive. You needed him so badly and yet he just continued to edge you on. Each time you came close, he’d pull away. Soft whimpers replaced your exhalations. His head would tilt up each time just barely and the creases of his full lips would curl. Sounds of indulgence of his own trickled into the air. Kenma was getting off without even touching himself.

“Say it, kitten.” He commanded lowly, the velvet thick enough to send shivers through you.

One end of the handle pressed roughly against your clit, the other against your folds. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Pleading cries answered him.

“Oh? Please? Please what, kitten??” His words sounded through grit teeth and his body began to show signs of strain.

“Please, daddy? Let me finish. Please?? Please please please” you begged. Fuck your pride.

A sexy grunt sounded after a chuckle. Kenma’s lips pressed to yours; that slender tongue exploring the confines of your mouth. Claiming them. It wrestled with yours. The vibrations pressed into your sex. Rubbing.Teasing. Kneading. Your breath shortened into quick pants. Trembling in desperation, you hesitated for a moment. Your hips began to sway into the controller a few times. Just a little more. Your thoughts imagined the tool being something else. Him. All of him. You needed him. Your body tensed and a bout of cum coated the fabric of your panties.

Hums of approval egged you on when he didn’t move the controller. With each wave of pleasure, your grip on his hoodie tightened. After the third time, the vibrations at last ceased. Yet the ghost pleasure remained while your pleasure-high receded.

“Goood girl” he purred between kisses, “fuck”, the end of the curse emphasised. He pulled away and with it, your lower lip, when he bit on it and tugged. A sly grin etched on his face as Kenma stood up straight, peering down at the sight of you.

“You’ll have to come over again. Maybe for dinner, a movie, a game or two. I can show you a few tricks.” He laughed at the possible dual meaning behind the last comment.

His glance followed yours and he lifted the black hoodie to further reveal his taught jeans. A blush coloured his cute fake-shocked expression when he met your gaze again.

“Yes! You did this. I might let you take care of it next time. We’ll see, kitten. In the meantime, Daddy has a meeting in a few minutes about the next online tournament.” He turned around and sauntered back to the door, taking the controller with him. He wanted you to notice the arousal in his step. The tease.

As soon as that door opened, his demeanour changed a little. He was back in his normal, playful mood. Back to cutting up with his online friends. You slumped down into the chair cushion, trying to catch your breath. A feline stare squinted back over his shoulder at you. You tensed. Then he winked.

#kozume kenma #kenma x reader smut #kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #kenma drabble

[notchesandbullets]

Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader)

Part 3: Reuniting with Ojiro, protective Sero and Shoji, Aizawa’s temporary guardianship, Koda’s adorable rabbit and naptime.

Word Count: 4.8k 

Pelting towards him at full speed, you saw him drop his books just so he could catch you in his arms. You giggled as he wound his tail back in its familiar place around your middle once he drew back and nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent deeply.

A content growl rumbled from the back of your throat as you scented him.

He chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Y/N-chan, you're back!!"

A huge smile broke out on your face as one rivaling your happiness stretched across his and you hopped up and down once you broke apart from him.

Your eyes shone brilliantly with a light that put the stars to shame.

"Ojiro-san, everyone's been so nice and friendly to me!!" You waved your hands around wildly to convey to him your experience. "I met Tsu-chan and we were all in Yaoyorozu-san's room and Hagakure-san painted my nails, see?! And then Sato-san made a cake and it was so good!! I had no idea that things could be so fun and—"

You stopped dancing and lowered your arms when you saw the soft expression adorning his features. Despite his arms being crossed over his chest, he didn't seem closed off to you. It was more like he was observing something he really liked from far away.

Padding towards him, your head cocked to the side, furry ears twitching curiously. "Ojiro-san?"

"I'm really happy for you, Y/N-chan." Ojiro murmured breathlessly.

His confession had your heart thumping wildly in your chest. And in a much more intense way than you experienced with Sato and the girls.

Your breath caught in your throat and you swallowed thickly, growing shy in a way that the attentive observers scattered across the room didn't miss.

"Ooooo someone's got a crush." Kaminari teased from the sofa and you blushed.

Ojiro frowned at the uncomfortable spot you had been put in and subtly shook his head at the electric boy. But his heart skipped a beat when you didn't deny it and his gaze flickered back to you.

Your whole face had turned bright red and you were unable to look at him, mouth opening and closing, at a complete loss for words.

His tail snaked around your waist, tugging you closer until he could embrace you.

"It's okay." He whispered so only you could hear him. "Whether it's true or not, don't worry. I won't be scared off."

You sighed in relief but the tender moment was broken when someone wedged their way between the two of you.

Ojiro narrowed his eyes at the purple head in suspicion.

Mineta introduced himself, salivating at the mouth in a way that made you want to crawl someplace safe.

You curled into Ojiro's chest, wanting to hide your face but not wanting to seem rude. So you introduced yourself to him, suppressing the urge to snarl when his gaze didn't leave your chest.

Then, he was gone.

"Resident pervert." Sero warned you, the ball of tape by his side struggling on the floor from where he had tied him up.

He had come down for dinner but when he saw Mineta bothering you, he didn't hesitate to shoot his tape to bind him in it.

You blinked. Somehow when you weren't looking, Shoji had come to stand in front of you, acting like a shield with his duplicate arms stretched out.

"T-Thank you," You faced the two of them wide-eyed at what just happened. "Both of you. I-I didn't know what to say."

"Don't worry." Shoji said, gesturing towards the barely recognizing Mineta. "He's learning to respect women but in the meantime, this is the best solution."

Sero nodded his head in agreement, tugging the ball of protesting tape along the floor as he flashed you a thumbs up. "As long as you have Ojiro with you, you'll be just fine!!"

The two strolled away and everyone else resumed their studies.

The displeasure creasing Ojiro's features didn't leave and you lifted your hand, smoothing them out and poking his cheek up into a smile.

"It's true I don't know a lot about people, I know I can be naïve," You admitted quietly so that only he could hear. "Are you mad at me?"

He looked at you, shocked you would even think that. He was quick to reassure you. "No, no, of course not."

The tension disappeared and you exhaled shakily.

Taking your hand, he squeezed it once. "Let's go upstairs, I got you something."

At that, your ears immediately perked up and your tail began wagging furiously.

"What is it?!" You exclaimed, running around him only to be halted by where your hands were joined together. "I want to see!!"

Ojiro swore he heard Sato chuckle at your energy from the kitchen.

A disinterested tone floated from the doorway. "Before you do that—"

You paused mid-skip and would've gone crashing into the door that had just opened once more if it wasn't for Ojiro's quick thinking. He brought his tail up and you ran into it with an 'oof' as it slammed into your chest, knocking the wind out of you but successfully catching you in time.

"Take a look at this first and tell me what you think." Aizawa finished, holding something up.

Arms draped over Ojiro's tail from where he had caught you, you smiled sheepishly as he shook his head at your antics, lowering you so that your feet were planted firmly on the ground.

Aizawa held out a single sheet of paper and you took it, scanning over it relatively quickly.

"A guardian?" You inquired with a tilt of your head.

He nodded, hands stuffed in the front of his pockets as he leaned against the frame of the door. "For legal reasons. This will allow you to do as you please as well as enroll in UA."

You flipped it over and then back again, confusion clear as day on your face.

"I don't understand. Why are you asking me?"

According to the contract, all he needed to do was sign it. It didn't make sense to you why he would let you know ahead of time. You weren't used to such consideration.

Pushing off of his post, he strode over to where you were. If you didn't already know that he was a softie underneath that unapproachable front, you would've been scared as he towered over you.

"Because it involves you." He scoffed lightly. "Your guardian will be me until you find another home if that's what you want. This is a binding agreement that'll secure your safety for now. If you agree then I'll sign it but if not then you'll have to leave here until Principal Nezu and All Might can call in a few more favors."

Your jaw dropped at the mention of the number one hero. "All Might?!"

Aizawa looked like he got this reaction all the time from people so you shut your mouth and cleared your throat.

"What does it do to you?" You asked meekly, wondering what he would be getting into if he signed the contract.

"Do?" He raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders. "It makes me responsible for you, that's all."

"... I," You gulped. "I-I..."

You couldn't bring yourself to say it no matter how hard you tried.

Ojiro watched you visibly struggle with it and wanted to go to you but Shoji's hand on his shoulder prevented him from doing so. Instead, he was forced to shift his books in his arms, his backpack unusually heavy as he waited for the silence to be resolved.

Aizawa noticed your conflicted emotions. You were more concerned with how this would affect him rather than you. To think of his feelings first before your own made a flicker of admiration shoot through him.

You sure had potential.

You let out a small squeak when he rested his hand on your head, blinking up at him with big eyes.

"You're not tying me down, kid."

He called you out on exactly what you were worried about.

"So stop thinking you're being a burden." He told you, retracting his hand when he saw some of his students watching the exchange.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you hastily brushed them away before they could fall. Handing the paper back to him, you gazed up at him with earnest eyes.

"Thank you," You said softly. "I understand you could've easily given me away, so thank you. I won't cause any trouble, I promise."

A rare chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Yeah, I know, kid."

You shut the door behind him as Aizawa walked out the dormitory, clutching your hands tightly to your chest with an uncharacteristically solemn expression.

But Ojiro could read you better than that. Your tail was lashing back and forth like his did when he was unbelievably happy.

He couldn't stop himself from laughing when it became uncontrollable to the point where you actually grabbed onto it to stop it from giving away your feelings.

"You're happy." He remarked and you grinned.

"Don't tell him, he'll never let me live it down." You joked, offering to carry his books since it looked like his arms would give out any moment.

You waved goodbye to Asui and Tokoyami as you both headed up towards his room.

The elevators had gotten a bit more bearable to you but they still were a pain since they were so anxiety inducing. You never knew how you could be so scared of something you had no prior knowledge of before but you supposed that came with not knowing how the world worked.

You had been hidden away for a long time. Now, it was like dipping your toes in an endless ocean of possibilities.

He would give anything to make sure your future wasn't filled with the pain of your past.

Noticing he was caught up in his thoughts, you shot ahead of him sneakily.

Ojiro was so busy thinking that he nearly crashed face-first into the door which mysteriously shut in front of him. A smile twitched at the edge of his mouth and he cleared this throat.

"I could've sworn this was open a minute ago." He said loud enough for you to hear inside.

Your giggles filtered through the wood separating the two of you and with some difficulty, he managed to get it open.

"You seemed so distracted that I couldn't help playing a little." You teased, sitting on the floor in the middle of his room.

He swallowed, setting down his textbooks on his desk. Seeing you like that, tail waving behind you with an eagerness as if you were waiting for him made his heart pound harder.

You remained blissfully unaware of his surfacing feelings as you sniffed his backpack.

"Soooo, what's the surprise?!" You cried eagerly.

Ojiro barked out a laugh, unzipping it to pull out a large, compressed package and tossed it to you.

Thanks to your reflexes, you caught it effortlessly and flipped it over, reading the writing on the front.

"Yuzu beef jerky." He explained, scratching the back of his neck bashfully as your eyes lit up. "I know we don't have any meat in the fridge at the moment, Bakugou was supposed to go get some more last week but he forgot so I got something to hold you over until we go again."

Your eyes glistened with tears, touched to the core once again by his thoughtfulness and you were reminded of everyone's kindness. You felt the urge to repay it, to thank them properly and filed it away for later.

Ojiro nearly choked on his saliva when you knelt down in front of him, your canines poking out in the brightest smile he's seen to date.

"Thank you, Ojiro-kun." You breathed.

He relaxed and his eyes grew fond.

You squealed as he ruffled your hair, batting at his hand playfully, but in truth, didn't want him to stop.

He laughed, patting your head a couple more times before sinking down in the chair by his desk. "I have to work on some stuff but you're more than welcome to stay unless you'd be more comfortable with one of the girls or in a room of your own."

He pointed to the jerky you had already torn open and was wrestling with it in the corner. "I know Jirou-chan likes that stuff too, so you could give some to her if you'd like."

You pouted, shaking your head and clinging to it almost possessively. "Mine."

You had nothing against your friend but he had given this to you. It was a gift and you wanted it all to yourself.

Chuckling, Ojiro left you to your own devices while he got started on his homework. He would need help from Yaoyorozu later on with math but he could knock out the majority of it for now. Tapping his pencil mindlessly, his mouth pressed in a hard line as he hammered out worksheet after worksheet.

It wasn't until a puff of warm breath hit the back of his neck did he look up.

You were gazing at his homework with sort of an awed expression and he shuffled back so that you could see.

"Want to learn?" He offered. "It's not particularly interesting but it might make the time pass by quicker."

You nodded eagerly, plopping on his lap before he could stop you. You twisted around when he tensed underneath you.

Sputtering, Ojiro's cheeks colored at your innocence. He knew you were doing that just so you could see better but he couldn't deny how perfect you were for him. Your height made it perfect so that you were nestled right below his chin and he wondered what it would be like if he just rested it on your shoulder for a second.

Your tail was curled around your leg as you sat in between his thighs and your back was pressed flush up against his chest as you studied the numbers and words on the page.

Tilting your head up when he didn't start explaining, you wrung your hands anxiously in your lap. "Am I heavy?"

"N-No, princess," He stammered, the pet name slipping out again despite his best efforts to bite his tongue. "You're not."

Holy All Might, were you always so freaking cute?

You looked adorable, peering up at him like that and he felt like he was about to combust. The fact that you were still wearing his hoodie didn't make it any better.

You already looked like you were his.

Swallowing the lump caught in his throat, he began to stumble over his words, pointing out different equations to you on the paper, ones that he had already solved so you could see the process before giving you something to write with to practice on your own.

Your tongue poked out between your lips in concentration as you tried to solve it like he did. Then, you shuddered.

Despite the warm hoodie you had on, the AC was blasting and you were getting cold.

You tried to hide it from him. After all, he had already given you so much. You didn't want to keep taking advantage of his kindness.

You didn't get a chance to debate about it anymore in your head because a set of hands inched across your tummy hesitantly. You knew he was asking you if you were cold and you cursed your inability to conceal it from his keen eyes.

Sinking back further into his chest, you gave your answer and his arms hugged your waist from behind.

Either one of you could have easily gotten up to get his blanket but neither one of you wanted to move.

You were naturally very affectionate and in return, you were growing used to accepting a lot of affection from him, but somehow this time, it felt different. It didn't feel like the casual affection you experienced from Aizawa and the girls, this felt warm.

Intimate.

And as much as you didn't want to admit it, you desperately never wanted to leave his embrace.

The two of you jumped when there was a knock on the door.

Out of instinct, Ojiro squeezed your middle, ready to whisk you away at a moment's notice just like that day he rescued you.

Unfortunately, that caused you to squeak and the next second, the door cracked open.

Ojiro visibly relaxed when he saw his friend holding his pet rabbit. "Koda-kun!!"

He waved hello to the both of you and you returned it shyly as Ojiro invited him in. Internally, you wondered if you should get off of Ojiro now but really not wanting to.

Little did you know, he was feeling the same way.

The teen behind you nudged your shoulder and pinched your side to gain your attention. "He knew your first day back must've been kind of stressful so he offered to let you play with Yuwai-chan if you want to."

Intrigued by the creature exploring the room, you reluctantly climbed off of Ojiro, getting on all fours and following the bunny. You were unsure if it wanted to play with you since you were sure you seemed scary to such a fragile animal.

"You're not afraid I'll eat her?" You asked Koda.

Usually people ran at the sight of your canines.

He shook his head. Ojiro said you didn't have a mean bone in your body and he trusted him. He only wanted you to get more acclimated to the rest of his class and since he lacked the social skills, he was hoping to accomplish it through this instead.

Koda didn't talk much but you didn't mind at all. Choosing a spot on the floor, you tucked your knees up to your chest and waited for her to come towards you.

The domesticated bunny eventually crawled into your lap and you internally exploded at how soft and tiny she was.

"Kawaii..." You murmured to yourself as you petted her fur.

Ojiro smiled, sharing a look with Koda as you handled the latter's treasured pet with so much care. He couldn't bring himself to look away for fear he would forget how happy you looked.

You lifted your head and your gaze locked with Koda's. "Kawaii-chan!!"

Koda smiled at you happily and you beamed, eyes flickering over to Ojiro.

He was pretty sure his heart stopped. You were seeking his approval.

"It's a cute name." Ojiro commented softly.

You wiggled happily in place, squealing when the bunny burrowed her way into your arms and promptly fell asleep.

After some time, you handed her back to her rightful owner and resumed your previous position on Ojiro once he didn't protest. You bit down on your lip to keep the smile from spreading too far as his hands settled on your waist.

"Can," You cursed how meek you sounded. "Can you hug me again?"

All traces of nervousness faded as he obeyed almost immediately and you laughed breathlessly when his fingers danced along your sides.

"Stop that!!" You protested, unable to stop giggling before your hands shot to his wrists in a desperate attempt to pry him off.

Ojiro grinned, doing it again before conceding and stopping.

"It seems like you have a weakness, Y/N-chan." He whispered in your ear and you snorted.

"Who would be immune to tickling?"

You stiffened as his chin rested lightly on your head, in between your ears.

"C'mon, let's see if you can finish those four problems before I get the rest of this done." He challenged with a smile.

You grinned. Challenge accepted.

Before either one of you knew it, it was getting close to midnight. Everyone else was already in bed or fast asleep.

Everyone except for the two of you.

You had successfully completed his challenging questions for you to solve and as you proudly showed off your work, he had praised you. Not just for getting them right but for all the effort you had put in, emphasizing the latter.

You were sure you had never felt more touched by his genuine words. The two of you had moved to his futon once he finally set down his pencil, done for the night.

You were supposed to have your own room but since that only was going to come about once Aizawa signed the agreement, you didn't have a place of your own for one more night. The girls had kindly offered up their rooms for you to crash in but you had respectfully declined, saying you wanted to be with Ojiro.

You felt most comfortable with him.

They weren't worried for you. He was one of the purest boys in the class and had already shown he would never harm a hair on your head.

He had offered you another one of his sweatshirts and was puzzled when you nodded so fast, he was afraid your head would fall off. His unspoken question lingering in the air was answered when he caught you sniffing it once you thought he wasn't looking.

I'm whipped for her already...

You were about to make yourself comfortable on the floor when you saw him doing the same. The two of you glared at each other for the first time, engaged in a staring match that would end when the other caved and took the bed.

"What are you doing?" You growled through clenched teeth.

"Sleeping." Ojiro answered nonchalantly, fluffing his pillow only to have it snatched out from under him and tossed onto the futon with so much force it was a wonder how feathers weren't flying out of it.

"Get off the floor, Ojiro-kun." Your eyes glinted. "I won't take no for an answer."

"This is my room, Y/N-chan." He said firmly with absolutely no malice in his voice. "And as a guest, you're required to sleep in the bed."

You shook your head, crossing your arms childishly over your chest. He shot you a warning look but you stubbornly stayed put.

"Time's up." He declared, pushing himself up to his feet and striding over to you.

"Wha—" You cut off with a yelp as he hoisted you easily into the air. "Ojiro-kun!! Put me down!!"

A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "Okay."

You shrieked as he dropped you onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times before shooting him a glare. "Ojiro!!"

He wouldn't let you get up, placing his hands on either side of your hips and leaned in close, staring at you intently. Your cheeks reddened and all protests of how evil he was died on your tongue the second he was a millimeter away from you.

"Sleep here, okay?" He pleaded, expression giving way to concern. "I don't want you to sleep on the floor. You deserve better than that."

You couldn't tear your gaze away from him. "But... But if you sleep on the floor—"

"I'll be alright, don't worry." He reassured you, patting your head and offering up a comforting smile.

You wanted to argue but lacked the energy to do so.

This time, you didn't resist as he tucked you in. Surrendering yourself to the exhaustion that had just kicked in, you were completely unaware of the fond gaze trained on your face.

It had to be sometime during 3 am when it started.

At first, it was just little things that woke him up. Rustling barely distinguishable until it got more frequent. Soft whimpers filled with poorly suppressed anguish followed not long after. It wasn't until you screamed that he tore off the covers and bundled you in his arms.

"Y/N, Y/N!! Wake up!!" He pleaded desperately.

Your eyes were crazed and feral when they shot open and Ojiro almost had a heart attack at the blood staining your teeth from where you had bit your lip. Your lip was busted but he didn't have time to dwell on it now.

"It's okay, it's okay, I got you." He chanted over and over again as he rocked you back and forth in his arms. "It was just a nightmare, you're safe now. I promise."

You couldn't calm down. Your chest was tight and you felt like you couldn't breathe. You were panicking, hyperventilating.

Your heartbeat was loud in your ears and you couldn't hear anything else.

Ojiro hushed you softly, stroking your hair tenderly. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm here, Y/N."

He continued to soothe you gently, combing his finger through your hair to calm you down, his other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. It wasn't until ten minutes later that you had finally started to calm down and come to your senses. And then you started to cry.

Silently, as if you couldn't make any noise.

At first, he was worried that you couldn't breathe but when you started hiccuping, he couldn't suppress the small twinge of relief he felt and focused on helping you through it.

The next thing you wanted to do when you regained control of your breathing was to apologize for waking him up but he wasn't having it.

"It's okay," He whispered, tucking your hair behind your ears. "You're not alone. I'm here for you."

You clutched onto his t-shirt tighter, the material growing sheer as your tears flowed.

Ojiro rubbed your back soothingly, his big brother instincts kicking in from when he would comfort his little sister.

"What do you need?" He asked kindly.

Your muffled reply in his chest had him smiling faintly. Your thighs were straddled on either side of his hips but neither of you noticed how close you were sitting to him until you were practically pressed chest to chest.

His warmth enveloped you like a blanket as he held you.

"I can't quite hear you, princess." Ojiro joked, hoping to hear you laugh.

A flush creeped up your neck as you put him at arm's length.

"Can... C-Can you s-stay with me?" You managed to say, embarrassed to be asking for such a thing this late at night.

An identical blush overtook his features but he nodded, easing you back down so that you could both lay comfortably on the bed. He let you arrange him however you wanted, somewhat surprised when you snuggled into his chest. His hand hovered over your waist for a moment and he lowered it slowly.

"Is this okay?" He asked, making sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries.

You nodded sleepily, clutching onto the front of his shirt weakly. "Yes, I want you to hold me... please? If that's okay..."

He was never going to be one to say no to you. Draping his arm over your waist, he pulled the blankets up, ensuring you were all the way covered.

You pouted when his chest shook with laughter. "What are you laughing at, huh?"

Your hand flew up to cover your face out of the embarrassment of being laughed at but you were closer to him than you expected.

He caught your wrist deftly before you could accidentally hit him, shaking his head with an easy smile. "You're just very cute, that's all."

If it wasn't so late at night and he didn't have a near heart attack seeing you in that panicking state, he probably wouldn't have let it slip out. But weird things happened at 3 am and he wasn't in the mood to dispute it.

And neither were you.

Literally. You were speechless. How in the world did he find you cute? Those were two words you never heard before.

Ojiro's breath hitched when you tangled your legs with his, your bare foot brushing against his.

"Shoot, Y/N, you're freezing!!" He exclaimed in shock.

You squeezed your eyes shut when he crowded you closer, bringing you in so tight you thought you were going to lose your ability to breathe.

Cheeks puffing out petulantly, your voice came out stifled. "Ojiro-kun, you're squishing me."

Your strained mumble made him jump apart but you caught his collar before he could escape. Tail hitting the wall behind you, you didn't let up your grip.

Eyes widening in alarm as he moved, you feared you would be left all alone again. "... Don't go."

He froze as vulnerability shook your voice. Wrapping his arms around you again but looser this time so that you could breathe comfortably, he molded his body around you, tail winding around his leg.

In this position, you could hear his heart beating against your ear loud and clear.

Your eyes fluttered close and it lulled you to sleep once more, wrapped in a warm blanket of safety that kept the terrors away for the rest of the night.

"Thank you... Ojiro..." You whispered.

He smiled softly, resting his chin on top of your head as he crooked your face into his neck, your breathing evening out once you finally fell back asleep. He made sure that his tail wrapped around your leg.

To keep you close during the night and constantly reassure you that he was there. No matter what.

Anytime, Y/N.

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Can’t Keep Running From You (Part 2)

Summary: You give in to Draco, until you can’t anymore. The back and forth seems to break both your hearts. 

Word Count: 2724

A/N: This is the second part to this mini-series, you can find the first one here!

The next morning, you woke up in your dorm room with a throbbing headache. Your hangover was painful enough, you were glad that you had at least dodged Filch and the inevitable detention if he had spotted you. Thankfully, you had made it back in time to your room. 

You wondered whether Draco had escaped him, and thinking of him brought what had happened last night back into your mind. The memories were hazy, but you remembered enough for deep regret to form in you. 

Oh Merlin, you had really told Draco all about your ex, even though you had sworn yourself to never tell a soul. And worse, you had kissed him. Sure, you could try and blame it on the alcohol if Draco confronted you, but at the same time you knew that he would never buy into that.

There was a small part of you that didn't regret that kiss, didn't regret how it had made you feel like him and you were the only two people in the world for just a second. 

But at the same time, you felt as if you had lead him on, made him believe that there was actually a chance for you two to get serious and end this back and forth. But there wasn't this chance, there couldn't be.

Draco Malfoy was the type of guy to break your heart into a million pieces once you let him in, you were sure of it. 

You glanced at the wooden floor clock in your room, and saw that it was nearly time for the first class of your day. That's why all your roommates were all gone already, you realized.

After getting ready as quick as possible, you hurried down the hallways over to the Greenhouse, already dreading your Herbology class because you knew that Draco attended it as well.

When you arrived at your class, you still hadn't managed to plan how you would act around him to try and make it not awkward.  

Unfortunately, his were the first pair of eyes you met with yours once you entered the Greenhouse. He shot you an almost shy smile once he noticed it was you, mouthing a quick hey as you found your place at the big table filled with plants in the middle of the room.

You didn't reciprocate his smile, instead quickly looking down at the plant in front of you and studied it with exaggerated interested. As usual, you settled on your tactics of ignorance to avoid the unspoken tension between you. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the smile on Draco's face fading. It felt like a hit to your chest.

It was easier than expected to avoid talking to Draco during Herbology class, Professor Sprout making you all concentrate on the repotting of a quite demanding plant rather than letting you talk to your classmates.

But even though you were quite busy, the class still went by awfully slow. You couldn't help but notice the glances Draco was throwing at you. Sometimes, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him open his mouth briefly just to close it again, as if he wanted to say something to you and only stopped himself at the latest second.

Once Professor Sprout ended the lesson, you exited the Greenhouse as fast as possible. You had a little break before your Potions class started, and you couldn't believe that you were actually looking forward to a lesson that was taught by Snape. You couldn't stand him, but at least it was a class that Draco didn't attend with you. 

Potions class went by faster, and soon it was nearly lunch time. You had some time left before the food would be served, and you decided it would be best to spend it alone to sort out your thoughts.

You walked along a rather empty hallway, as most of the students were already outside to spend their break in the sun.

There were footsteps coming up behind you now, the sound of their unusual fast pace resonating off the walls around you. Suddenly you felt a pull on your robe, making you turn on your heel.

"Draco?" You questioned, his quickened breathing making it obvious that he must have run after you.

Before you could realize what was happening, he grabbed your hand and guided you into a close corner behind a pillar. You were fairly secluded now, given that most students were outside anyway and this hallway was always rather empty.

"What is it with you pulling me into hidden places?" You blurted out, trying to joke even though your eyes were still wide in surprise. You leaned back at the wall behind you, wanting to make some space between you in this narrow spot.

"Cut the crap, Y/N." Draco spat out, framing your body with his hands as he placed them on the wall on either side of your body, "You avoided me in class today," The blond boy said, matter-of-factly. 

"I didn't." You both knew he was right, but that didn't mean you had to admit it, "I was simply focused on the tasks Sprout gave us,"

"You did," He murmured as a response, "Don't even try to act like you have such a sudden interest in Herbology,"

"Fine, maybe I avoided you." You admitted, telling him the truth sooner than you wanted to, "But I had my reasons,"

"I'm sure you did." He scoffed, scanning your face with his eyes in an attempt to find out your true emotions.

"Look, Draco-" You began, wanting to get out of this situation as soon as possible. You just didn't trust yourself to do the right thing if you were in this close proximity with him for too long, "About last night.. I- I don't.."

"You don't what?" Draco questioned immediately as you stumbled over your words.

"I don't want you to think that it meant anything." You quickly blurted out, eyes fixed on the floor because that made it easier to lie to him, "It was a one time thing. I was just drunk. Sorry,"

For a moment, the boy in front of you seemed genuinely stunned. Your words must have stung more than you had anticipated. He took a visibly deep breath, and regained his composure.

"You're really trying to tell me it didn't mean anything?" He asked slowly, shaking his head at you in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Draco." You desperately tried to keep up your facade, wanting to ignore how his familiar eau de cologne sneaked into your nose and made your knees go weak, "Like I said, I was just drunk and I couldn't think right,"

"Just drunk, huh?" Draco huffed, meeting your gaze when you finally let yourself look at him again, "So when you're so sober I don't have an effect on you at all?"

"No, you don't," You swallowed hard at the sudden intense eye contact, still trying to sound self-assured.

"Are you sure?" He questioned in a low tone, noticing your hard swallow and the way you struggled to keep his eye contact.

He edged his face just the slightest bit towards yours.

"Yes," You breathed out shakily, breaking away from his gaze and turning your face to the side.

"Then look me in the eyes this time," He whispered, closely inspecting your reaction to his words, "Look me in the eyes when you say it didn't mean anything."

You turned your head to face him again.

"Say those words like you mean them," Draco said, "Then I'll back off and never bother you again, if that's what you want."

You knew he meant it, you knew that if you just said the words right now this all would stop. You wouldn't have to avoid him anymore, and maybe leave all those unspoken feelings between you behind.

But you couldn't say it. You  tried to open your mouth, but something held you back. Too scared of getting hurt again, but still not quite ready to let go of Draco.

"I knew it," A pleased smile played around his lips as Draco noticed your silence. He tilted his head, slowly moving it to the side of your face.

You swallowed hard, feeling a shudder run down your back as his hot breath grazed your skin.

"You know you're gonna have to stop running away from me one day, right?" Draco whispered into your ear, goosebumps appearing all over your body.

"I know." You breathed out, aware that your feelings were far more complicated than your simple response.

Draco moved away from your ear, and pressed a light kiss to your cheek before pulling away from your side and facing you directly again.

Your noses were nearly touching now, and you let your eyes wander up and down his face slowly. You allowed yourself to look at his rosy lips for a second, memories of your kisses last night coming back to haunt you.

The Slytherin boy slowly tilted his head forward and brushed his nose against yours. The gesture seemed so unlike him at first glance, and it was so soft it made your heart ache.

It was so tempting to give into him, to just let him kiss you here and now.

You yearned for more and as you met Draco's eyes again, you knew he did too. Just one last kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?

"Oh, damn you, Malfoy," You muttered more to yourself than him, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.

You grabbed his tie and pulled him towards you with a swift motion, crashing your lips onto his.

It took a moment for Draco to realise that this was really happening, but once he did, he didn't hold back.

He kissed you back hard and pressed you up against the wall, making your mind swirl.

"Y/N?" Harry's familiar voice suddenly rang through the hallway, and you pulled away from Draco in an instant, "Are you around here?"

"Ignore him," Draco whispered against your lips and leaned in for another kiss, "Let's just enjoy this a bit longer, darling,"

"He's calling me, I can't just ignore him," You tried to explain.

"Please, Y/N," He said softly, "It's only lunch, we'll get there a bit later, it doesn't matter," Draco's eyes were pleading, and while he spoke under his breath, he leaned in for another kiss,  "Just- Just stay, this time. Only a bit longer,"

You stopped him before he could kiss you again, pressing a finger to his lips to keep him from interrupting you as you spoke up.

"Yes, I'm here," You called out almost automatically, your voice just loud enough for him to hear you across the hallway.

"You can't be serious, Y/N," Draco muttered quietly against your finger before you stepped away.

He had to watch as you frantically pulled on your clothes and fixed some hair strands that had fallen into your face, trying  to make yourself look.. well, look like you hadn't just made out with Draco Malfoy hidden behind a pillar.  

"It's almost lunch time, you coming?" The footsteps were becoming louder, and you could tell that Harry was just mere meters away, "I searched for you everywhere,"

You stepped out from behind the pillar just before Harry walked around the corner to the hallway you were in.

You managed to pat down your school uniform once more before your friend spotted you, though you were aware that the mess right now was your head, and not your appearance.

"Coming," You faked a smile as he approached you, feeling as if you had been caught doing something wrong. You quickly walked towards him, not wanting Harry to run into Draco. You really didn't need your friends questioning your love life right now.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Harry chuckled, "Ron and Hermione are already in the Great Hall, we'll be late for lunch if we don't hurry up,"

"Then let's hurry up," You simply responded, purposefully ignoring his question about your whereabouts.

You began heading towards the Great Hall with him, both your backs now turned away from the pillar. Draco came out of hiding, not even sure why he had stayed put it in the first place. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, not able to bring himself to watch you leave.

Lunch with your friends somehow felt hasty and awfully slow all at once, and you were barely able to follow their conversation because your mind was filled with swirling thoughts.

It was as if you were suddenly pulled back into reality, as if that tender moment with Draco had been some sort of fleeting trance.

You let your mind wander too far, musing that once this push and pull between Draco and you ended, once you gave into him and wanted to get serious, he would leave. Maybe it was just the thrill of the chase that kept him interested in you.

"Seems like we weren't the only ones late to lunch," Harry noted jokingly, giving a small nod with his head towards the entrance of the hall, "Even Malfoy isn't on time today,"

You hesistantly looked over to the door, desperately hoping that you wouldn't make eye contact with Draco.

You hated that you hadn't been able resist him. You wouldn't let it get that far again, you couldn't risk it. Your feelings for him were so strong, you were sure it would rip you apart if something went wrong.

"Ah, yeah- seems like that." You awkwardly responded, watching as Draco walked over to the Slytherin table. Your stomach turned at his sight, yet still you couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

Just before you were able to do so, Draco seemed to have noticed your eyes on him. Whether it was coincidence or the connection between you too, he met your gaze in an instant.

For a second, it felt as if you two were the only ones in the room. His eyes had something so haunting about them, it had always fascinated you.

But right now, you couldn't quite place the look he was giving you. Before you knew it, his gaze fell again and he rushed over to his table.

Lunch was nearly over when you spotted Draco getting up from his seat, ready to leave. You quickly made up an excuse to your friends, saying that you were finished and needed to get to your next class that was on the other side of Hogwarts.

You wanted to catch up with Draco, wanting to tell him once and for all that you were sorry for leading him on, and that this was a mistake. You would both be better off that way, wouldn't you?

You reached Draco just as he had left the Great Hall, calling out his name behind him. You were sure he heard you, but he somehow didn't stop walking.

"Draco," You said again, by now walking almost directly behind him, "Come on, I know you can hear me,"

He stopped in his tracks, and you nearly stumbled into him.

"I can't do this, Y/N." Draco spat out, his serious reaction genuinely surprising you, "I can't, not right now,"

"Can't what? I just want to talk," You tried to explain, "Can't you give me a minute, at least?"

"A minute for what, exactly? For you to-" A few other students walked by, and Draco lowered his voice, "To give me another excuse for why you kissed me this time?"

Your mouth fell open, stunned by his sudden harshness. Maybe your back and forth really had weighed down on him more than you noticed.

"Draco, please," You tried to reason, wanting to find the right words.

"No, Y/N. I know it's hard for you to make your mind up about this," He uttered, "But that doesn't mean you can always leave me standing like some bloody fool."

This was it, you thought. You had carried things too far, this time.

Draco turned, and walked away from you. You realized, more than ever before, how painful it was to be the one left behind.

#draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #imagine draco malfoy #draco malfoy #harry potter imagine #harry potter

[vodkaxtonic]

Forgiveness •Zuko x Reader•

Summary: Toph is coming back to you, her best friend, to crash at your place with the Gaang, who weren't strangers. Except now there was a new face, a way too familiar one.

Wordcount: 2.5K

You were standing in your kitchen, the warmth of the sun kissing your skin as you prepared dinner. The house was quiet. Sometimes too still for your liking, the eerie quietness eating you up as you tried everything to distract your mind, which worked most of the time. However, not always. You couldn't help but miss the bickering of your parents, the waves of laughter filling up the kitchen afterward. Now it has been quiet, too quiet for ages. You weren't ready to let go of your home, not yet. Even though two years had passed, it still felt like it was yesterday when you lost them. 

Your ears perked up at the sound of something roaring as you dropped the wooden spoon in the boiling sauce, whipping around towards your door. Immediately you raised your hands, ready to defend yourself as you walked towards the door, making sure to avoid any creaking wood. "Are you sure she's still here, it looks empty." You heard a voice you couldn't quite recognize in the distance as you tip-toed towards the door, pressing your back against the wall. 

You flinched as someone knocked against the door, shallowing your breathing as you closed your eyes, adrenaline pumping through your body as your hands started to shake lightly. You thought this was over, this hunt. You had hoped and prayed that it was over. 

"Y/N?" You sucked in your breath as you heard a familiar voice, releasing the breath with a chuckle. "Toph!" You laughed as you opened the door, embracing the younger girl as she tensed up in your arms, before loosing up and wrapping her arms around you. "Don't scare me like that!" You let go of your best friend, your hands still on top of her shoulders as you looked at Aang, Sokka, and Katara with a smile, finally letting go of Toph and greeting the others. Of course, you knew them. Toph talked a lot about them when she had the time to come by, even bringing them over. However, when they stepped out of the way and revealed a surprise guest, your body tensed. Your eyes found their way to his, and as soon as your eyes met his, his breath hitched, and he wavered back, making the others look at him in confusion. However, you and he knew why he behaved like that. "Why don't you guys come inside, you look like you could use a meal." You put on a fake smile as you balled your shaking hands into fists, ignoring the anxiety that ran through your veins and blinking away the tears that were starting to blurry and disorient your vision. 

You knew Zuko recognized you the second he saw your eyes. A light gold eye and a light green one, not something you saw a lot. When you saw them, those people were outcasts, most of the time they were executed. An abomination. Nothing more. 

You sprinted into your kitchen as the others were on your heels, walking over to the boiling food on the stove, your shaking hand gripping the counter painfully until your knuckles turned white. With an exhalation, you started fishing out the wooden spoon, ignoring your friends that got seated at the table a room over. 

You didn't hate Zuko. Not in the slightest bit. Seeing his face was painful. It reminded you of times you wish you could erase from your mind. Things that scarred you for life and left you on your own. 

"You're just too nice, Y/N." Sokka smiled up to you as you placed the bowl of sauce on the table, beside it a big bowl filled with rice as you took a seat on the ground, beside you Zuko, and you felt like running. The uncomfortable silence settling over the group didn't help with that. "So..." Toph started as she looked in your direction, and for a second, you wondered how she knew you were sitting there, and then you remembered that you were the last one to sit down, which she probably noticed. "How do you and Zuko know each other?" She raised her eyebrow as she looked at you, making you gulp as your eyes found their way to your hands. "Why do you think we know each other?" Zuko asked as he started eating, his voice cold and a lot deeper, a lot more different than you remembered. "I heard you gasp and stumble. Either you were shocked by how pretty she is, or you recognized her." Toph shrugged as she started eating her food, once again, silence falls over the group as the others eyed the both of you curiously, and you wanted to disappear right now.

"We knew each other since we were children." You finally answered, and your throat felt like it was closing up as Aang dropped his chopsticks, and Sokka stopped chewing, eyes wide in shock as he eyed you both. "You never told me that you knew the Prince of the Fire nation." Toph's voice was cold as she picked at her food, betrayal layered deep within her words. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Toph." You answered, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest any second. "I thought we were best friends." Now you bit your bottom lip as Toph's words hit you like a spear right through your heart. "We are Toph...You were the only person to treat me humane, and I didn't want that to change if I told you about me." Your voice was quiet as you eyed your best friend, your appetite long gone as you hoped this wouldn't escalate. "Can you explain this more? I am more than confused right now." Katara asked, her voice calm as she watched you, making you squirm in your seat.

"The love between my parents was forbidden, they both knew it. My father was from the Fire Nation, a pretty well-known firebender. My mother was from the Earth kingdom, an earthbender. My father managed to smuggle her into the Fire Nation, and they lived there, they wanted to have a family. Having a child as a firebender and an earthbender is dangerous. It is risky and frowned upon. They knew their child could be born with a disability, could be born dead, could be killed by the opposing forces of Earth and Fire within the child's body, and many more dangers." You took a deep breath as you watched the faces of the others who didn't say a word, just watching you with curiosity and interest. You didn't want to lie anymore, you'd tell them the whole truth about you and your past. "A few months later, I was born. When I was born, the left side of my body was burned from my torso down to my ankle. My eyes had different colorations, my left one a bright gold, and my right one bright green. They were glad that I was healthy, but they still hid me most of my childhood. My discolorated eyes were a clear sign for a bi-bender. An abomination. A monster." Your voice was shaky as you fiddled with your fingers, taking a deep breath. "My parents hid me to protect me. If anyone would've found out that I was a bi-bender, I would've been executed on the spot. As I got older, I got more rebellious, mistaking my parents' protection for strictness. I sneaked out at night, roaming the empty streets of the Fire Nation Captial. One night I ran into Zuko." Your eyes quickly glanced at the firebender that was boring holes into your body as you talked before you turned your attention back to the others. "I didn't recognize him. I never saw the Firelord or his family for that matter. I wasn't allowed to leave my home, so that makes sense. Zuko never told me who he was. Never told me he was of royal blood. We started becoming friends, meeting more often, and spent the nights roaming through the city and playing pranks on the people that were closing their shops." You couldn't help but smile at the memory. Before everything went downhill. "One night I came home and got caught by my parents, they were scared, and only after I realized not only for me but for themselves too. I told them that I had a friend and that his name was Zuko. I have never seen so much fear in someone's eyes. It was too late. Apparently, I wasn't the only one that got caught that night. Not even a minute later, the guard of the Firenation broke down our doors, and my father hurried us out the backdoor and told us to run, he'd meet us in the forest over the hills. He'd take care of it." Tears started spilling out of your eyes, but you didn't care to hold them back. "He never made it." It was quiet as you wiped your tears, a faint smile on your face. You didn't want to remember your father with tears. He was one of the strongest and kindest men you have ever met, he wouldn't want you to cry, and you knew it. "They hunted us for weeks, every day. They made sure we knew they were out there for us. After weeks we finally made it to the Earth Kingdom, to Gaoling. Where my mother was born, and we were absolutely despised by everyone. Not only because I was able to control fire and earth, making the people believe I had some kind of devil within me, but also because my mother left the Kingdom for a Firebender. I'm pretty sure the day I lost my father, I also lost my mother. She never recovered, she was never the same."

Once again, silence filled the room, the tension thick as your gaze was on the ground. Toph would hate you, the others would hate you too. You were abnormal. You were destined to be dead, but you still made it. "Where is your mother now?" Katara asked, the question coming out hesitantly. But the question also burned on Zuko's tongue, he had seen her flee with her mother. He was glad that Katara asked. "I have no idea." You shrugged as you looked at the group. "One day, she left and never came back." You answered, suppressing the frown that was about to cover your face. It still stung. Knowing that your mother left because you destroyed her life. You were the reason why your father died. "If you excuse me." You said as you shot up, ignoring the lingering eyes that bored holes into your frame as you walked outside, now breathing in the icy air of the night as you sat down on the patio. 

"You could've told me, you know that, right?" Toph's voice startled you. It wasn't as confident as usual, it was soft, showing her real emotions. "I was scared." You muttered, letting your tears run down your face onto the cold ground as she stood behind you. "I would've understood. My parents weren't better. They hid me because I was blind. The only difference is that mine did it because they were embarrassed by me, yours did it to protect you." You could basically hear the sad smile on her face as she talked. "We'll talk more tomorrow, I'll head back inside. There's someone else who wants to talk to you." 

You didn't even have to turn to know it was Zuko. He sat down beside you, quiet as he looked up to the sky, his eyes roaming over the countless stars. "I just wanted to say that I am sorry for what happened. I shouldn't have told them and just should've kept my mouth shut. Should've told them a silly lie, my mom would've probably let me off the hook... I get it if you hate me, y/n. I never meant harm upon you or your family." His voice was calm and collected as if he had recited those words for years in his head, hoping to see you again and tell you those words. "I don't hate you, Zuko. This was never your fault. You were just a child, you didn't know better." You said, your voice quivering. Of course, it hurt, but you were way past the stage of anger. Slowly but surely, you've made your way to acceptance. You knew if you let the anger consume you and let it rip you apart, set every atom within your body ablaze, you wouldn't be better than the people that hunted you. You'd give them a reason to actually fear you. This was not your solution, not fear. You merely wanted to be recognized, simply wanted to be accepted, be equal to your brothers and sisters of the Earth Kingdom and the Fire Nation. But apparently, that was too much to ask for. "Don't do that, y/n." Zuko's voice was not as calm anymore, anger and frustration lacing his words as he talked. Not against you, but himself. He didn't deserve redemption. He ruined your life, ripped apart your family. "What do you want me to do, Zuko? Do you want me to scream, to punch you, curse you out, fight you? Is that what you want? To hate you?" Your eyes were filled with thick tears as you turned to Zuko, his golden eyes barely illuminated by the light from inside, staring at you. "Anything but forgiveness." His words stung you. "You are not the bearer of your father's mistakes, Zuko. You deserve forgiveness, you deserve to let go of the burden you carry upon yourself for the things your father did to you and the people you love. You are not the villain in this story." Your voice was collected, despite the tears that rolled down your face. Only now you noticed how mature he looked, much different from the 12-year-old him you grew to know, befriend and love. "I destroyed your life, your family, y/n. You had to flee the land because of me." "I don't think you understand, Zuko. It was never you. You didn't send the guard out to hunt us down, and you didn't kill my father. It wasn't you." Zuko kept quiet as he let the words sink in. 

You sighed, for once enjoying the silence as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer to him as you placed your head on his chest, eyes focusing on the dark forest in front of you. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you closer, the warmth of his body heat comforting you, making you sigh. "I missed you, Zuzu." Zuko's body tensed at the old nickname, thanking the spirits that you weren't able to see the blush creeping up your face. "I missed you too, y/n/n."

#zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #prince zuko #ATLA #atla prince zuko #avatar the last airbender #Aang #Sokka #Katara #Toph

[dokoni-mo]

Back Again, Together || Darth Vader x Reader (Chapter 5)

(A/N: prepare yourself. ) 

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence, nightmares, angst, fluff, little bit of blood, cursing, implied sexual innuendo, otherwise none. 

Masterlist (link to part one of this story) : [x]

Chapter One : [x]   ||   Chapter Two : [x] 

Chapter Three : [x]   ||   Chapter Four : [x]

Key: (F/N) = first name

Word Count: ~6100

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The fear you felt when you awoke that night was almost unbearable. 

Out of a dead sleep, your body jolted you awake, making you rise into a sitting position upon your bed. Letting out a quick yelp, you felt your chest start to heave up and down, your lungs cold with the amount of air you were taking in. Your eyes wide and a sheen of sweat covering your body, you began to search around your quarters for any form of danger. 

There was nothing. 

What had woken you up then? 

Pressing a hand to your temple, you felt your breaths slowly start to calm down and slow. Moving your gaze to the blankets that covered your bare legs and closing your eyes to collect your thoughts, you were hit with the answer to your question. 

You had a nightmare. The worst one you had ever had in your life, in fact. 

You remembered the feeling of the air in your nightmare. It was cold and damp, and the sky above was dull grey. 

Water.

Water was everywhere, crashing around you and threatening to swallow you whole. 

You heard voices in their currents; just faint whispers. 

Don’t go. 

Don’t trust. 

Don’t go near. 

Your brow furrowed as you tried to remember what they were talking about…

You couldn't. 

The last thing you remembered was a streak of red engulfing your vision, as well as a searing hot feeling in your gut. 

Your head started to hurt, ache even, and you were still quite upset. Feeling tears starting to prickle in your eyes, you looked to the clock on the bedside table. 

It was terribly early in the morning; you were certain that no one would be awake by now. 

Except, maybe him. 

Still terribly frightened and confused from your nightmare, you wanted nothing more than for him to get in the bed with you and hold you until you fell asleep again. And, the only way you were going to get that was to check and see if he was awake. 

Pushing the covers off of you, you hoisted yourself up off the bed, your body shuddering at the cold air around you. Padding your feet upon the cold floor, you made your way over to his meditation pod, it's silhouette looming in the corner of your quarters. Pressing your ear to the cool, black metal of the pod, you listened intently for any sign that he was awake. 

You heard nothing. 

“Vee?” you said, loud enough for him to hear past the metal but quiet enough as to not disturb his slumber. 

Still nothing. 

You bit your bottom llp as you moved away from the pod, eyeing it up and down. 

The fear that had awoken you was still hung over your frame. You didn’t know why, but you were exquisitely frightened. For seemingly no reason at all, your heart was beating a mile and minute, and it felt as if your senses were on high alert. Perhaps it was silly to be so scared from a dream, but you couldn't help it. 

You wanted to wake him up. 

You wanted to hear his voice ask you what was wrong. 

You wanted to tell him what was troubling you. 

You wanted to be held in his big, strong arms. 

It would be so comforting…

But, you couldn’t. You simply couldn’t bring yourself to wake him. This was one of the only nights in a long, long time that he was able to rest…

You didn’t want to disturb him. Not for something so silly. 

Letting out a quiet sigh, you padded your feet back to the bed. Slipping back under the covers, you hugged a pillow close to your chest without even telling your body to do so. 

It took you a while to get back to sleep. 

The pillow was nothing compared to him. 

~~~

That morning was one of the rare mornings of which he woke up before you. 

You were awoken for the second time that morning much more gently than the first, and much much more to your liking. Babying you out of your sleep, you felt his large, gloved hand on your arm, gently rocking you awake. Taking in a deep breath through your nose, you were hit with the smell of freshly brewed caf as you squinted your eyes open. Your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room, you were met with the sight of your love staring down at you, making a closed-mouth, broad smile appear on your face as you felt his gloved hand push the hair out of your face. 

“Good morning, my dear.” you heard your lover say, his voice as deep as ever. 

“Morning, Vee.” you responded, your voice still laced with sleep. 

“I have brought you something.” 

You let out a soft giggle as you sat up in the bed, reaching over to the bedside table to retrieve the cup of caf, “I’m surprised you even know how to make this stuff.” 

He sat in front of you upon the bed as you took a sip, the wood beneath him groaning under his weight, “The intruder was kind enough to aid me.” 

Another giggle from you, “Her name is Rey, love.” 

“I am aware.” 

Smiling at him warmly, you looked down at the cup of hot drink without another word. Your smile fading, the memory of your nightmare shot through your mind, and soon after accompanied by the memory of how it made you feel. Your smile now fully gone and your gaze locked on the caf, you wondered if now was the right time to tell your love what your nightmare was about. 

Sensing your feelings, Vader was quick to acknowledge them. 

“You seem unsettled, darling.” he rumbled out, tilting his armored head to the side. 

Picking up your gaze from your drink, you felt your lips part in compilation. Now was the perfect time to tell him, for him to hold you like you wanted him to a few hours prior…

No. 

It wasn’t important now. 

It was silly to begin with, anyway. 

You shot him another small, warm smile, “It’s nothing, Vee. Just missing home, I guess.” 

He said nothing to you, falling in to another one of his trademark long pauses as he stared at your face. The steady sound of his respirator was comforting to you usually, but made you a tad nervous now.

He was probably reading you like a damn book. He had the force with him anyway, so stuff like that was second nature to him. 

Why did you even bother trying sometimes?

“Darling,” he said, “you need not lie to me. Your feelings are never a trivial matter. You are able to tell me anything, dear.” 

Shhiiiittttt, he was good. 

You let out a smile sigh, taking another sip of your caf before talking.

There was no point in hiding it now. 

“I…” you began, your gaze dropping to your mug again, “I had a bad dream last night.” 

You saw his back straighten out of your peripheral, “What was it about?”

“That’s the thing,” you retorted back, your gaze moving to his mask again, “I don’t really know. It was all so confusing.” 

“Confusing?”

“Yeah…” another sip of caf, “All I remember is water. Lots of water, and the sky. It was grey everywhere, and the water was crazy. It was all around me, and it’s waves were so loud. I...I could have sworn they said things too.” 

“What sorts of things?” he asked. 

“Things like… like don’t go and don’t trust. I assume they were talking about someone or some… thing, but I can’t remember who or what they were. The last thing I remember is a flash of red, and then I woke up.”

Silence, yet again from him. 

“Do you know what it means?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, “I know it sounds silly, but… It really scared me, Vee. I’m not sure why...” 

He finally spoke after your words, “I believe that perhaps the force is attempting to warn you of something, darling.” 

You felt your brow furrow without you commanding it to. 

The force?

But why? 

You’re not force sensitive…

“The force works in a plethora of mysterious ways, dear.” he said, reading you yet again, “There is sometimes no way to make sense of it. You shall learn the meaning of this vision in time.” 

He paused briefly, extending his hand out to you to place your own upon it. You did so happily, feeling his thumb rub the back of your knuckles. 

“Trust your instincts, my sweet. I am certain you will do what is right.”  

You felt another warm smile envelop your features, your heart swelling at his words. 

He always knew what to say to you. 

“If I end up being sensitive to the force, you should show me how you do that chokey thingy.” you teased, taking one last sip of your caf.

“I am afraid that ability is reserved for more… intimate usage now, darling.” 

You nearly spit out your drink at his words, a bright blush rising to your cheeks as you swallowed the hot drink.

“Vee!” you said, protesting his joke. 

A rumble rising up from his broad chest, he gave you one last squeeze to your hand before standing up again, “It is time to get up now, dear. We have a meeting to attend.” 

~~~

The rebels seemed to be more comfortable with the two of you that morning than they were the night before. Less than half of them started this time around. 

What a victory!

After pulling on your normal outfit of a tanktop, pants, belt, boots, and arm strap and brushing through your hair, you and your love made your way over to the meeting room; the same one was the night prior. Catching you by surprise, the meeting room was almost completely empty, except for a few familiar faces and a few unfamiliar ones. The familiar faces were Rey, BB-8, and Poe, and the unfamiliar ones were that of one chocolate-skinned man next to Poe (his boyfriend, you took it) and one tall wookie. 

The wookie surprised you the most. You had never seen one before, and you didn’t think they were that tall. 

Feeling the awkward tension in the room, you pulled your love down closer to your height, whispering so that only he could hear. 

“You didn’t tell me this was a private meeting.” you said in a hushed voice. 

“Is this an issue?”

“N-No, it’s just… Nevermind.” 

As if on cue, Leia entered the meeting room, calming your nerves of having to interact with the group. Taking her usual place at the head of the table, you took your love by the hand, walking the two of you closer to the structure, the light of the maps bathing you in a wash of blue. Your eyes moving to Leia, you noticed the serious look on her face. 

This must be quite the pressing matter. 

“Thank you all for coming.” She said, making sure to look at everyone in the room, “I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here, and I’ll just cut to the chase. We’ve recently gained intel that the First Order is searching for every sith holocron remaining in the galaxy. They plan to destroy them so that we have no way to find Palpatine…” 

You pulled your love down to your height again as Leia continued to speak, whispering to him again. 

“Sith holocron?” 

“It is a device used to store vital information. My former master never said much of them, however.” he quietly said back.

You tightened your lips into a line as you listened to Leia again. 

“Our informant also told us where the First Order is going next.” she said, pausing briefly as a certain unplaceable look flashed over her face. 

“The Endor System. The moon where the second Death Star crashed. They’re sending Ben there to get the holocron.” 

You felt your muscles tense as you heard those names. 

Endor…

The Death Star…

A wave of jitters washed over your skin as memories flashed through your mind, some more pleasant than the others. 

Vader squeezed your hand, bringing you back to reality. 

“I’m assuming this Ben person is our grandson?” you asked Leia, being the brave one for both you and Vee. 

“Yes, he is.” Leia responded. 

“You want us to go there,” you heard Poe finish for Leia, “To stop him from getting the holocron, and to get him home.” 

“Yes, that’s right.” Leia responded, glancing to you and Vader, “And we have the right people for the job.” 

Swallowing before you spoke, your brow furrowed in confusion, “Why us though? I’m sure you could do it too. You are his mom.” 

“Believe me,” Leia said in a somewhat exasperated yet sarcastic tone, “I’ve tried. He doesn’t want to listen to me.”  

“So if all of us go there,” the man next to Poe said, “We might end the war against Palpatine before it can even start.” 

“Exactly.” said Leia. 

“I am afraid it is not that simple.” Vader chimed in, his deep voice making everyone look to him. 

“Why not?” asked Rey, “Without Kylo Ren, the First Order is in shambles. Palpatine will have no army to command.” 

“My former master would not be as careless as to make the same mistake again.” your love retorted, “He trusted in the darkness that surrounded myself, and it ended in failure. He will have an alternate plan in case the original goes astray.” 

A silence fell over the group. Vader was right. With that, why should they even bother trying? If Palpatine would just continue to scheme in the background. 

Staring off into space for a moment of compilation, you spoke once your idea came to fruition. 

It was off the walls crazy. 

But perhaps it would work. 

“What if…. What if we go to the Endor system for both?” 

Cue everyone’s stares to turn to you. The man beside Poe was the one to break the silence. 

“What do you mean?” 

You licked your lips before speaking again, your gaze darting from person to person. 

“Leia said we go to the Endor system to bring back Ben, but what if we bring back Ben and the holocron? The holocron is a map to Palpatine right? Then we use it to find him and destroy him for good. I know it sounds insane, but with all of us and Ben, it might just work.” 

Another silence fell over the room. You felt butterflies in your stomach. 

You had to say something. 

“Look, I--I know it’s crazy, but-” 

“I like it.” Poe said with a smile on his face, “It’s crazy, but crazy enough to work. Palpatine won’t stop until we stop him.” 

“I like it too.” Rey chimed in, alongside a roar from the wookie and a nod from the man next to Poe. 

All that was left was Leia, and all eyes fell to her. 

She eyed everyone curiously before talking. 

“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one with the plan.” she said. 

~~~

The group had decided not too long after to leave in the morning rather than leave that evening. 

You were grateful for this. This meant you got the evening alone with your lover to talk and fix up his suit. 

It was evenings like that you cherished the most. 

As if to recreate a scene from before, the two of you were seated at the table inside of your quarters, facing one another from opposite ends. He had taken off his left glove for you, leaving the palm of his hand up towards the ceiling for you to work on. His metal skeleton of a hand in yours, you prodded it's surface with one of your tools, your goggles secured around your eyes. 

“Let me know if this hurts.” you mumbled out, digging in further with the tool in your hand. 

All you got in response from him was a low rumble. 

Leaning your weight over the table, you watched as close as possible as you fiddled with a few of his wires. Your tongue sticking out in concentration, you found it hard to actually concentrate. Your mind was racing a mile a minute and you could barely focus on your love. A million different thoughts shot through your mind at once. 

You didn’t even know if some of them were your own. 

You aren’t cut out for this. 

You aren’t good enough to actually destroy him. 

All you are is a burden. 

He would have been better off without you. 

You will always be in the shadow of their real mother, his real wi- 

The sparks that erupted from the wires and the twitch of his fingers made you nearly jump out of your skin. 

“SHIT!” you bellowed out, pushing up your goggles and throwing your tool down on the table as you fanned the sparks away. 

“Fuck, Vee, I’m so sorry…” you sighed once the sparks were gone, reaching for your tool again. 

“It was not as bad as you make it to be, darling.” he responded.

Not knowing what was taking over you, you let out a scoff, “Whatever.” 

Vader tilted his armored head to the side at this. Sure, you would get frustrated sometimes while tinkering with his suit, but never to this degree. 

Something was off. He could sense it as clear as day. Something was pestering you…

Or perhaps someone.

No. 

It couldn’t be. 

No one would dare pester his love in such a way. 

“Darling.” Vader said eventually, the face of his mask pointed down at you, “You seem troubled.” 

You let a sigh escape your lips, you set your tool down back on the table, slumping back in your chair, “I’m sorry Vee. It’s just… I’m so on edge being here, and now we’re going on a mission? I’ve never been on a mission before…” 

“You accompanied me on the trip to that king’s planet.” 

You breathed out a small laugh, “I’d hardly call that a mission.” 

“It is all the same, dear.” 

“Okay, but still,” you continued, “It’s been a long time, alright? The damn force is reaching out to me, and now we’re meeting our grandson for the first time? What if we ruin it? What if he hates us?” 

“I highly doubt either of those scenarios will come to fruition.” 

You leaned forward again, resting your elbows on the table as your lips tightened into a line. 

He was right, you knew he was. 

But, still…

“I’m just… I’m trying to be strong for us, Vee, for you, I really am.” 

Another sigh escaped your lips, making you close your eyes briefly. 

“I’m just getting too worked up. I’m sorry.” 

“There is no need to apologize, dear.” he responded to you, pulling his glove back upon his metal hand, “You are doing everything you possibly can, and correctly for that matter. By this time tomorrow, our grandson shall return home, and our family shall be complete…” 

He shifted his gaze from his hand to your face as he continued. 

“I only wish Luke were here to enjoy it as well.” 

Your face adorned a warm yet sympathetic smile as you gazed back at your lover, reaching your hand across the table to rest upon his. 

“He is here, Vee.” you said softly, “No one is never really gone.” 

Another pause from him as he looked from your hand to your face. The dim, orange lighting of the room had crept across your skin so uniquely, and accented your fame perfectly. Your eyes were shining with nothing but pure warmth and love for the former sith lord in front of you, and your soft lips were curved beautifully upwards. Although your clothes were old, your hair was somewhat of a mess, and your shoulders were in desperate need for a massage, Vader was only able to see a perfect human being before him. 

Perhaps love had blinded him. 

He refused to accept this. 

There was no way the girl sitting across from him wasn’t perfect in every regard.

~~~

It was an early morning for the whole company, but one full of high nerves and jitters. 

While loading the Millennium Falcon with the necessary tools and equipment for the journey, you were able to get acquainted with both Poe’s boyfriend, Finn, and Chewie, the wookie from earlier. They were both quite good fellows, and you were able to get along with them quite well. 

You wished you could say the same about your love, however. 

He was never one for acquaintances. 

Even so, your love was never one to back down from a challenge either. So, when Chewie challenged him and Poe to a game of holochess, he didn’t refuse. 

The sight of the three of them gathered around the small chess table was quite amusing. An ex-stromtrooper, a rebel wookie, and a former evil sith lord dictator gathered around playing a game of holochess. 

You were sure that you had now seen everything. 

Finn was in quite the conundrum at that moment. Chewie and Vee were playing the same team, and had Finn right where they wanted him. Serving as referee, you watched and listened in amusement as he tried to convince you that Chewie and Vader were cheating. 

“C’mon this is so unfair!” he pleaded with you, “There’s no teams in holochess!” 

“Hey, I didn’t make the rules.” you responded, “If you wanna argue them, argue with the wookie.” 

This earned a growl from Chewbacca and a sigh from Finn. 

“He’s making up the rules so that he’ll win!” 

“I advise letting the wookie triumph.” your love chimed in, “They are known to become violent upon failure.” 

After a brief moment of the continuation of the game, Rey came out from the cockpit of the Falcon, BB-8 following close behind her. 

“We’re landing soon.” she said, “We might have company soon too. Bring your weapons.” 

After Rey disappeared back into the cockpit, you reached your hand under the holochess table and turned it off, the holograms of the pieces fading to nothing. 

“Let’s continue this later, boys.” you said. 

“No way!” Finn responded, standing up from his chair, “I want a rematch!” 

This earned a growl from Chewie. 

“What do you mean you won? The game wasn’t even finished!” 

Chuckling to yourself, you walked your boots over to one of the crates that was holding your and Vader’s stuff, lifting up the lid and setting it on the ground. Reaching in to it’s contents, you pulled out both your love’s old red lightsaber and his new blue one. Securing the red one to your belt, you carried the blue one over to Vader, extending it out to him. 

“Here you go, love.” you said, a small smile on your face. 

Taking the saber from your grasp, Vee clipped the weapon to his belt, noticing the one on your own. 

“I see you have taken over my weapon.” he said, watching you as you took a seat next to him. 

“You said I could have it!” you said back, looking up to his mask. 

A rumble from him, “Do you know how to use it properly, darling? I do not recall training you in such a matter.” 

“I watched you use it for years, Vee.” you smiled, “I think I got at least some idea.” 

Another rumble from him, “I suggest you take your blaster as well, dear.” 

“I have it with me.” you said, patting it with your hand as it sat in it's holster, “Vee, you’re getting nervous. It’ll be fine! I’ll stay next to you the whole time.” 

“You better.” 

You breathed out a smile, taking his hand into yours. 

“Leaving your side is the last thing I wanna do, Vee.”

~~~

The moon you and the others landed on was far different from your home. 

It made you miss it even more. 

Although there was green grass beneath your feet, it's hue was mulled and diluted from the sky above. The sky was a dull grey, and a few small raindrops fell from above. The wind there was quite strong, and it made your hair flutter in it's breeze. 

After watching everyone exit the millennium falcon, you allowed yourself to turn around and view the scenery of the moon. 

The sight before you made your stomach sink and your lips part. 

Of course, there was the wreckage of the second Death Star. This you could deal with, this you were expecting. 

However, what surrounded the Death Star made a chill run up your arms. 

Huge, navy blue waves. Very similar to what you saw in your dream. 

You pondered going back on the Falcon, hiding there until the mission was over. You were stopped by a familiar, tall, black figure standing next to you, his blue cape fluttering in time with your hair. 

“I sense your unease, darling.” he said, his voice and thee sound of his respirator calming you.

“These waves…” you begun, “They’re exactly like the ones I saw. In that dream I told you about.” 

Vader moved his gaze from the horizon down to your face. You made no attempt to look up at him. 

“Stay close to me, (F/N).” he said. 

“I will.” 

A silence fell over the two of you as you stood side by side, overlooking the horizon of the moon. The others contemplated on joining, but decided it be best to give the two of you a moment alone. 

The sight of the Death Star must be bringing up old memories for both you and him. 

Feeling the dew of the water on your skin, you spoke again, breaking the silence. 

“Is it like you remember?” you asked, referring to the wreckage in the distance. 

It took him a moment to respond. 

“Yes.” 

Another silence. You didn’t know what to say. 

You were glad that Rey eventually took you out of the moment, saying it was time to get on a boat over there. 

~~~

The little boat you and the others had to get to the wreckage was quite dilapidated and old. You were kind of scared to get on it, really. 

Practically shoulder to shoulder with the others, you were quite eager to get what you were here for and leave. The water around you was making you quite nervous, and the overall feeling of this moon was… off. 

You weren't sure why. 

With nothing but the sound of the boat’s engine, waves, and your love’s respirator in the air, you were glad when someone eventually said something. 

“So, erm, Vader.” Rey said, addressing your love, “The holocron… would you have any idea of where it might be?” 

He paused for a moment in compilation before responding. 

“I would assume it would be adjacent to the throne room.” he said, “If this item is as essential as it seems, my former master would make a personal matter of protecting it.”

“And where would the throne room be?” she asked. 

“South of the Death Star’s main…” 

Vader was quick to trail off, his head tilting to the side. Noticing this, your looked around the other members of the group, seeing that both Rey and Finn had perked up as well. 

“What’s going on?” you asked. 

“You guys feel that, right?” Finn asked, looking over to Rey and Vader.

“I do…” said Rey. 

“What?” you asked again, your tone becoming more pleading, “What is it?” 

Your love spoke next, his words making your stomach drop. 

“He is here.” 

Almost on cue, you heard the roar of ship engines above your head. Looking to the sky alongside the others, you were met with a streak of black moving quickly towards the wreckage on the horizon. The streak resembled a TIE, but was far longer and faster than any TIE you had seen. 

Must be the new technology you weren’t around for. 

“We need to move.” Rey said, her tone quick, “Fast.” 

“This rust bucket is moving as fast as it can.” Poe said from behind the control panel. 

“Well it needs to move faster!” Rey bellowed back to him. 

“How am I supposed to do that?!” 

“I don’t know! I-” 

“Maker above- MOVE!” you commanded with a scoff. 

Pushing Poe out of the way, you knelt down in front of the control panel of the boat. Ripping off the flimsy metal of it’s base, you were greeted with the sight of the many wires that made up the controls. Reaching your hands in, you fiddled around with them all until you found the two correct ones. After stripping away the plastic covering of them, you pressed the two wires together, making the boat lurch forward with the new-found speed. Standing back up, your legs strained to keep you grounded on the boat as you steered it as best you could. 

Over the sound of the engine and the crashing waves, you raised your voice as much as possible as you saw Kylo Ren’s ship land, “Me and Vee will go deal with Ben! The rest of you go get the holocron!” 

Skirting the boat to a sharp stop at a low piece of rubble, the group separated into its groups without another word. 

Force be with them, you thought.

You hoped the force would do the same for you and Vader. 

~~~

The waves of the moon had seemed to grow larger and larger as you helped your love climb up the rubble of the Death Star, climbing as steadily yet quickly as possible. 

When the two of you reached the top, you were grateful to see that Kylo Ren had not left his ship yet. You were glad that you and Vee didn’t have to go chasing after him. 

Was this because he sensed the two of your coming?

You didn’t know. You couldn’t possibly know. 

Standing beside Vader, the two of you stared at Kylo’s ship without a word, your hair and his cape swaying in sync. 

The butterflies in your stomach were seemingly creating a tornado inside of you. 

Your hands were clammy, your brow lacing with sweat. 

Your grandson was over there. 

You hoped you and Vader’s presence would convince him to come home. 

After what seemed like forever, the door to Kylo’s ship hissed open, making your spine stiffen and your shoulders tense. Sensing your nerves, Vee reached down to your hand, taking it in his own. Feeling this, you looked up to his mask, squeezing his hand. 

All Vader gave you was a nod as you shared a gaze. 

You have him one back. 

Everything you needed to say, compressed into one motion. 

Returning your gaze to the ship, you watched with Vee as you saw a large, black figure step out of the cockpit. The figure eventually made it’s way down to the ground, it’s bootsteps heavy as it drew closer to you and your love, stopping about a few hundred feet away. With the figure now closer, you were able to see more detailed features upon it's person. 

He wore black robes, and his long, scraggly hair matched it’s hue. He was quite large, with a stocky build and a tall frame. In that regard, he took after his grandfather. He had good cheekbones, and his eyes, lips, and nose accented them well. His eyes were dark, glazed over with exhaustion. In his hand, he held a piece of metal in the shape of an upside down T. A lightsaber, you took it. 

There he was. 

Your grandson. 

You were speechless, both you and Vader. 

You were glad that Ben was the first to say anything. 

“It was foretold you would be here.” He said. His voice was deep, but only added to how tired he seemed. 

It broke your heart. 

“Ben…” your love said, the waves below crashing harder and harder against the rubble. 

The usage of his real name seemed to anger him. You noticed how he gripped his saber tighter. 

“Don’t call me that.” He said, his tone sharp, “Ben Solo is dead. I destroyed him.” 

Your brow bent in sympathy for Ben…

He took after his grandfather far too much. 

“That’s not true!” you said, raising your voice over the sound of the waves, “You’re still Ben. You’re still your mother’s son… Our grandson.” 

“And who are you to talk?” Ben snapped back, “You and I share no blood between us.” 

You felt your lips part in shock as your heart broke all over again. 

Your grandson…

Hated you. 

Your worst fears were coming true. 

“Do not speak to your grandmother in such a way, Ben.” your love commanded, defending your honor as best he could. 

Ben turned his attention to Vader, “Grandfather, please… join me. Together, we can rule the galaxy. You can have everything you wanted. I will be your apprentice… I promise I will make you proud.” 

Your love bowed his armored head slightly, shaking from side to side briefly, “No, son. I never wished to wield such power. I was only convinced I did by my former master. If it were not for your grandmother, I would have continued to believe such a lie. It seems as if you are falling for the same trickery.” 

“No, no!” Ben bellowed, his stance changing to a far more defiant one, “I am not being tricked! Palpatine, Snoke, they-” 

“Ben.” you said firmly, cutting him off, “Trust your grandfather… We wouldn’t lie to you. Your mother, she misses you so much. We all do…” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing. 

“Please, just come home. We… We want a chance to meet you.” 

You watched as Ben’s stance changed to a more neutral one, his eyes wide as he gazed at you and Vee. The waves continuing to crash below, Ben paused for a moment, searching for the correct words. 

“I… How could I trust you? How can I trust that you aren’t trying to trick me too?” he said. 

“Ben…” you said, your eyes threatening to spill over with tears, “We love you. Both of us do, including your mom… Please, just come home.” 

Seeing the look in Ben’s eye coupled with your newfound courage, you stepped closer to him. 

“We already have a room waiting for you.” you said. 

Ben’s eyes moving to meet your gaze, a small smile assumed itself on your face. 

Vader watched on carefully. 

This was… 

“I-I want…” Ben said eventually, his voice noticeably quieter, “I want to go home… I really do. I just… I don’t know if I can.” 

Your smile broadening slightly, you lifted your hand out to Ben, your palm eager to meet his. 

“There’s nothing…” you said, “We can’t do, together.” 

Ben looked down at your hand. 

Vader continued to watch. 

This was…

Ben lifted up his own hand. 

Expecting him to come to you, you were surprised as you were pulled towards him by an invisible force. 

Confused, you looked to Ben. 

The look in his eyes…

No. 

Everything happened so fast, Vader was unable to do anything to stop it. 

“B-Ben, what are you-” you began to say. 

Now right next to your grandson, you were soon cut off by the sound of a saber igniting. 

Your eyes wide, you slowly looked down. 

A crimson blade…

His blade…

Right through your stomach. 

Was this another dream? 

It didn’t hurt. 

You felt nothing.

You weren’t sure why. 

Everything around you faded into nothing. Every sound faded into a high-pitched hum as blood started to drip from your mouth, falling down and staining the hilt of Kylo Ren’s saber.

Was that your love’s voice you heard? Calling out your name? Screaming for you?

You weren’t sure.

He sounded so far away… 

Wasn’t he just beside you? 

Where were you again? 

Everything was so terribly confusing... 

You looked from the crimson blade up to your grandson. 

The look in his eyes...

Conflict? Regret? 

You couldn’t tell. 

You weren’t certain. 

Nothing made sense. 

Ben...

Why?

His voice cut through the white noise, hushed. 

“You will never be my grandmother. You will never replace Padme Amidala.” 

That was the last thing you heard as he let you go. 

That was the last thing you heard at all. 

Your body was weak. 

You couldn’t hold yourself up for long. 

You barely had enough time to see the pool of blood engulfing your middle.

Your legs were so weak...

The gray sky was the last thing you saw before falling off the rubble, the waves below swallowing you whole. 

Everything faded to black as you drifted further and further down into the abyss.

~~~

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[deathonyourtongue]

Resurrection | 10

Summary: A ragtag team of Spec-Ops operators are brought out of retirement for all the wrong reasons. When the dust settles, only the best will be left standing. Pairing: Pablo Schreiber x OFC, Henry Cavill x OFC (listen, she gets with the whole team, okay? Don’t lie, you would too.) Word Count: 2.6K Warnings: Nothing much really. A/N: The one you’ve all been waiting for! 😈

As the unofficial dad of the team, none of us are surprised when Rick floats the tab not only for dinner, but for the strip club afterwards. 

“You gonna give us money for working girls too, pops?” Dom jokes as he shuffles past, collecting the money Rick’s doling out and patting his shoulder gratefully as he does so. It’s the same with the rest of the team, each of us getting enough money for two lap dances if we choose to, although I have a feeling we’ll end up pooling our funds towards the end of the night for a group dance. 

We’re good and liquored up by the time we make it through the doors of Prowler, the bass of the music reverberating through our chest as we file into the VIP area, two bottles of champagne there to greet us. Sitting between Max and Jake, it’s not long before I have a glass in my hand, raising it to toast a reunion none of us imagined possible. 

“To the walking dead. If you two fuckers ever go off on your own again, I’ll personally drag you back and kill you both. Love you guys.” Rick grins as our glasses clink, all of us nodding our agreement.

Before long, I feel a head slump on my shoulder, and looking down, find Jake, eyes at half mast. The realization that this is the first time he’s probably been able to relax since everything happened is a sobering thought, and in that moment, I want nothing more than to drag both he and Benji back to our safehouse and curl up with them until they both get as much sleep as they deserve. Logically, I know this is the only respite we’ll get until Wallace is in the ground, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing for more. 

“You should get up there and show Lil’ Miss Daddy Issues how it’s really done,” Jake grins, giving me a wink to make sure I know he’s kidding.

“As tempting as that is, I feel like my time’s come and gone,” I laugh, shaking my head and earning a raised eyebrow from Max. 

“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you disparage yourself, love,” Max comments during a lull between songs, one hand scratching at his short hair before he gently strokes a lock of mine behind my ear.

“It’s the truth. I’m not built the same way I used to be. And I’m definitely not as flexible.” Giving him an appreciative smile, I stroke his cheek in much the same way I had Jake’s, though Max nuzzles into my touch far more. 

“Bet Max is dying to find out just how flexible you are.” Jake smirks, earning a light swat from me just as one of the girls comes around, offering herself up for a lap dance. 

“If he wants to, it’s his,” I grin at Jake as I hold up my night’s allowance, figuring if I can’t beat ‘em, I may as well join ‘em. 

Both Jake and Max’s eyebrows go up as I shift in my seat, making room for the dancer to grind in my lap. As the music thumps through the nearby speakers, the redhead slowly takes off her top, giving all the boys a front row seat. 

Discreetly watching their reactions, it’s easy for me to spot the fact that out of all the boys, Max is the only one who seems ill at ease with the situation. It confuses me, because a few weeks prior, he was in the same position I’m in, and was only bothered when I took the girl away in favor of dragging him along on this mission. Although I’ll be the first to admit that his behavior’s changed in the last little while, this feels like another level, even for Max; like a breaking point.

Before I can even determine what to do, Jake flashes a $100 at the dancer and pats his lap, giveing me a kid-in-the-candy-store grin. Shaking my head, I’m about to say something, when I feel a tug on my hand. Looking to my left, I find Max standing and motioning his chin towards the exit, looking for all the world like this is the last place he wants to be. 

I shoot a quick look back to the rest of the team, doing my best not to laugh as I find them entranced by three different girls, all of them vying for the attention of men who aren’t over 60 and actually know how to dress. Satisfied that they’re all occupied, I let Max pull me under his arm as we step outside, the comparative silence of London at night one that makes me instinctively shake my head to clear it. 

“Where we going?” I smirk, my voice a little sing-songy as Max looks both ways before jaywalking us towards the direction of the safehouse.

“Home,” he smiles, tucking me back in. Although the stroll through the more historic part of town is a nice change of scenery, there’s no missing the fact that both Max and I are keeping our heads on a swivel, both of us keenly aware of everything that’s led us here. 

Scanning our thumbs to get into the safehouse, I only manage to get my heels off before I feel Max pull me close, our lips colliding gently. 

“Hey,” I murmur once we both pull back for air, my hands cupping his bearded face and forcing his gaze to lock with mine. “Are you sure? Or did I misread and you’re just planning another movie night?” I ask softly, not wanting Max to go any further than he feels comfortable with.

“If yesterday taught me anything, it’s that we don’t often get second chances, and that I may very well have been wasting what could be my only shot. That, and well...I love you, Carmen.”

I must recoil a bit, because a look of disappointment crosses Max’s face. 

“Max,” I start, holding onto his face with just a bit more firmness, not wanting him to assume the worst. “In our line of work--”

“I know all about the superstitions and the old wives’ tales, Carmen. I just...After this I’m out, and I hope you are too. I want to enjoy what’s left of our lives, you know? Don’t want to keep looking over my shoulder forever.” 

“I was out until this happened, so I understand, but Max..Me? Really?”

The tension leaves his face in lieu of a relieved and joy-filled smile, Max pulling me close and kissing me deeply. I sink into his arms, his mouth moving against mine without hurry as he walks us back towards my room. 

I kick the door closed, hearing the woosh of the automatic lock behind us at the same time that Max’s calves hit the bed frame. Smirking, I push him back, enjoying the confusion on his face.

“I’m not exactly Mrs. Robinson, but I just might be trying to seduce you,” I joke, lifting one leg onto the chair across from the bed and slowly pushing down one of the thigh highs I’m wearing while simultaneously putting on some music, hellbent on making his first time as memorable as possible.

I watch Max sit up, his eyes roving over my body as he leans back on his elbows. Never has a man looked at me with more hunger and more love, and I know that tonight will either end quickly, or cause us both to walk into tomorrow’s meeting a little sleep-deprived; I’m hoping for the second option. 

Though I have as many questions as I’m sure all the guys do when it comes to Max and his situation, I put them aside, focusing instead on being present and reading his body language for any sign of anxiety. Swaying my hips in time with the music, I come close enough for him to reach, only to pull away just before he can, sticking my tongue out teasingly as I slowly strip for him. 

I make sure to face him when I drop my bra, not missing the tent in his slacks or the adoring look in his eyes. Max sits up further when I straddle his thighs, his hand slipping up my back as his lips find my breasts on instinct. I let my eyes close as he takes his fill, grinding against him without shame, learning how his body responds to mine. 

Blindly, I push Max’s jacket off his broad shoulders, my fingers finding the buttons on his shirt soon after, a soft inhale escaping me when I feel his teeth gently nip in just the right spot. Raking my hand through his curls, I pull back just enough to admire a body I know he’s worked hard for. 

Max uses my distractedness to his advantage, flipping us around so that my back is against the mattress. I let out a whoop of surprise, laughing softly as I watch him practically tear his clothes off, leaving only his black boxer briefs on, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination. If the bulge is any indication, he’s big, and I’ve got my work cut out for me. 

I motion for him to come back to me with both hands, and he obliges with a big grin, kissing his way up my body even as he pulls off what’s left of my clothes, leaving only my g-string intact. Neither of us hesitate as we eachother’s lips once more, Max cupping my breasts while I let my hand slip over his bulge, feeling a tingle go through me when he responds with a shiver and a thrust closer. 

Pushing him back so that he’s sitting on his heels, I let my gaze flit between the waist of his briefs and his own blue orbs as I slowly pull down the material. His cock springs out, hard as marble and my eyes go wide, having expected the length, but not the girth that comes with it.

“Suddenly, your call sign makes so much more sense,” I shake my head with a smirk, waiting for Max to tug his briefs the rest of the way off before I take hold of his hips. Eyes meeting his again, I kiss through the thick thatch of hair that leads from his belly button to his base, feeling the jolt of anticipation go through him.

Max cards a hand through my hair as I lick my way up to his tip, a soft sound of enjoyment leaving my lips as I collect the precum drooling from his slit. I can’t help my smile when Max inhales sharply, the reaction making it clear that he’s been honest about never being with anyone. 

Holding onto his muscular thigh with one hand, my other gently cups his sac, rolling gently as my lips seal around his shaft. Max’s breathing increases as every lick and suck brings a new feeling he’s never experienced before. 

“Oh fuck!” He pants out, gripping my hair a little tighter as I take him all the way down, swallowing around his head before pulling back with a gasp of my own. I can’t help but moan as I lick down his shaft once more, popping his balls in my mouth to further tease him. 

I can feel Max get close as his muscles contract, and with one last lick to his tip, I lay back, waiting to see what he’ll do. Max doesn’t hesitate, nearly diving between my legs, eyes wide with need. His enthusiasm earns a giggle from me, one that’s quickly silenced as he kisses over the sheer material of my g-string. Sitting up, I stroke my fingers through his curls, appreciating how good his mouth feels against my most sensitive area. 

A soft moan escapes me when Max pulls the thin fabric aside and lets his tongue slip through my folds, the feeling reminding me of our deeper kisses and causing the same weightless sensation he’s so good at making me feel when we’re cuddled in bed. I lay back, putty in his hands as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, taking off my final piece of clothing as he does. 

“Darling?” Max’s voice is hoarse but gentle, the question in his tone equal parts uncertain and hopeful. 

“Bare, babe. Want to feel nothing but you inside me,” I answer, having already felt the swollen head of his cock brushing against my entrance; it’s one of the most arousing sensations I’ve experienced in a long time. 

With a kiss to my calf, Max pushes his hips forward, groaning softly when he slides in with ease. I can’t help but reach up and cup his face, smiling as I experience the moment with him. Knowing how long he’s waited, I don’t take it lightly, honored to be his first. 

“Feels so good inside you,” he whispers, eyes still wide, as though any minute he’ll wake from his dream. 

Biting my lower lip, I can’t help but roll my hips, grinning ear to ear when my movement elicits a choked noise and a look of utter bliss. The growl Max gives me sobers any laughter, and before I can even open my mouth to squeal, his body is covering mine and his hips are rutting. 

My mouth falls open in utter shock as Max cocoons my body in his arms, his lips searing every inch of skin he can find, while his thrusts push me up the bed an inch at a time. I can almost see stars at the crown of Max’s head as he brings me up so that I’m nearly seated on his thighs, his cock going even deeper and making the breath catch in my throat. 

His lips find mine for a torrid kiss, Max’s pace picking up as he shifts the angle once more, making me moan loudly as his hips grind into my clit while his cock sweeps my g-spot relentlessly. There’s no doubt that Max’s need is primal, born from years of waiting for this very moment. Our gazes meet and I can’t stop myself from cupping his face, seeing beyond the lust to the depth of his feelings beneath and knowing that after tonight, nothing will be the same. 

Max comes with a cry of my name, and I follow suit, gasping and jolting my hips, having never experienced an orgasm as intense as the one he’s given me. By the time he rolls us to our sides, our bodies still connected, tears are streaming down my face. 

Everyone’s heard about the elusive orgasm so good it makes you cry, but I never thought it was true; until now.

“What’s wrong, love? Did I hurt you?” Max’s voice holds a razor’s edge of panic, and though I manage to shake my head and smile, the tears won’t stop.

“I j-just...I’ve never...Y-you love me?” I stammer out nonsensically, burying my face in Max’s chest as I feel his arms tighten around me.

“Yes, darling, I love you. I’ve loved you for a very, very long time. I’ve just been too chicken shit to do anything about it until recently. I love you with all my heart and I’m not sure I’ll be able to spend another day without you.”

I look up as Max brushes my hair off my face, finding his gaze filled with the same tenderness, love and devotion that I’ve seen in his blue orbs time and time again over the years. My face finds his chest as the sobs come once more, Max chuckling softly as he holds me close.

#pablo schreiber #henry cavill #pablo schreiber x ofc #henry cavill x ofc #resurrection #deathonyourtongueoriginals

[daydreaming-jessi]

Day 1: One bed

It’s time

I might’ve strayed a little bit from the prompt, but you know what, whatever. Anyways, there’s also a short story to go with thus under the cut. Enjoy!

Barbara stepped through the privacy curtains hung up to keep their bedroom private from the rest of the attic, freshened up and ready to sleep for the night, and smiled upon seeing that two people were waiting for her, rather than the usual one. Beetlejuice had been jumpy about staying the night with them, instead often opting to retreat to his own bedroom down on the second floor when the two ghosts began to consider turning in for the night. It took a lot on Adam and Barbara’s part to remind the demon that they in fact did enjoy his company and would love to spend a night with him and that he did have permission to stay if he’d liked. So it was cause to pause and appreciate the times when Beetlejuice seemed brave enough to stay and sleep with them for the night. It helped that the demon was adorably clinging onto Adam’s leg in some strange form of cuddling, his green hair bristling over Adam’s arm curled around his back.

“You know, I don’t think one bed is gonna be big enough for the three of us in the long run,” Barbara hummed, eyeing the way Beetlejuice’s back hung over the side of the bed.

Adam looked up from his book with a chuckle. “Yeah, I’m a little scared to let him go,” he wiggled his hand resting between Beetlejuice’s shoulder blades, which really did seem to be the only thing keeping the demon on the bed still.

Beetlejuice snuffled, burrowing his head deeper into Adam’s side with a sigh. Adam looked down to him with a wide, loving grin while Barbara pressed her hands to her mouth to keep her adoring squeak from escaping. She tiptoed over to the two, hovering above Beetlejuice for a moment as she studied the sleeping demon. He looked decades younger without a manic grin stretching across his face, his round cheeks looking oh-so pinchable. Barbara resisted that urge, instead placing a gentle kiss on Beetlejuice’s head, his hair smelling faintly of fallen leaves in autumn, a scent that seemed to stay no matter how much he showered.

He stiffened, and Barbara and Adam froze. Beetlejuice cracked an eye open and shot Barbara a half-heartedly annoyed, one eyed glare. “Sorry, Bee. Just couldn’t resist,” Barbara smiled apologetically.

Beetlejuice burrowed deeper into bed, his hair flushing pink. “You stop that. ‘M too tired for that adorable shit,” sleep slurred his speech, but his grip on Adam’s leg tightened with no problem. A third arm and leg appeared, wrapping further around Adam.

The ghost couple giggled at that. “Alright I’ll leave you be,” Barbara promised, turning her gaze on Adam. Before he could realize that he was being watched, Barbara launched a multitude of feather light kisses on Adam’s cheek, making him gasp and wriggle away from the tickling brush of lips while trying to stifle his laughter.

Unfortunately, in his bid to get away, Adam forgot that he was the one keeping gravity from fully affecting Beetlejuice. With a yelp, Beetlejuice unexpectedly tumbled off the bed, hitting the floor with a heavy thump. Barbara gasped and immediately crouched to the demon’s side, checking him over for injury.

Adam practically tossed his book aside in his haste to hurry down to the two, panic filling his eyes. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I’m so, so, so sorry, I completely forgot, I got so caught up, I didn’t think-“ he said, his hands helplessly fluttering over Beetlejuice, who lay on the floor looking like a ruffled cat.

Beetlejuice lurched up into a sitting position, his head twisted at an awkward angle that would be worrying if he were alive. He grabbed the sides of his head and cracked his neck bones back into place with a loud snap, making the ghost couple flinch back, now certain that they’d just ruined their night and had fully insulted Beetlejuice. “Not the worst way I’d been kicked out of bed before, I’ll admit. One time ended with me being kicked out the window and ending up impaled on the bird spikes on their wall. Now those take forever to pull out, lemme tell ya,” he shrugged.

“No, no! I did not mean it like that, I’m so sorry, Bee, I-“ a new surge of apologies burst from Adam, but before he could continue babbling, Beetlejuice leaned forward and silenced Adam with a long, drawn out kiss.

“You are adorable,” Beetlejuice snickered when he pulled away, leaving Adam gaping red faced, his eyes owlishly peering out from his crooked reading glasses. Beetlejuice then sleepily slumped into Barbara, nuzzling her exposed neck.

Barbara wrapped her arms around the demon in return, the earlier tension leaving the air. “Sorry Bee, I forgot how ticklish Adam gets,” Barbara said, running a hand through Beetlejuice’s green hair. He basically purred from her petting.

“Stop apologizing, nerds. You can make it up to Daddy later,” Beetlejuice smirked salaciously, his eyebrows bouncing up and down pointedly.

Barbara shot him a pointed look. “You just fell off the bed, and you think it can fit us all for that?”

“I would be too worried about knocking you off again to think about that,” Adam agreed, leaning back against the bed while his shoulders unwound with relief.

“Then we get creative! The roof is pretty cozy, Scarecrow and I have found the perfect spot for hiding out and throwing rocks at cars up there, after all,” Beetlejuice replied.

“First off, we’re going to have a talk about how dangerous that is in the morning with Lydia, secondly, we are not having sex on the roof of all places,” Barbara said.

“Why not? It’s not like anyone can see us. Public sex is hot when you’re a ghost and don’t have to worry about being caught,” Beetlejuice pouted.

“We have a perfectly good, flat bed right here. We just need to… expand it,” Adam patted their mattress thoughtfully. He seemed to already be thinking up new ideas for their future bed frame, his eyes growing distant as he worked out measurements in his head.

“Though I don’t know how we’ll get a bigger mattress up here,” Barbara hummed thoughtfully.

“Oh my god, you guys are such nerds. We were so close to an orgy and now you’ve ruined the mood with all your weird domestic bed talk, it’s like being boring is a lifestyle fetish for you two,” Beetlejuice groaned, flopping back onto the floor. Barbara and Adam exchanged an amused look. Despite his words, Beetlejuice’s hair had turned a lovely mix of green, pink, and magenta.

“Well, if that’s the case, then let’s go ahead and call it a night. C’mon Bug,” Barbara patted Beetlejuice’s hip twice before getting up to her feet, crawling over the bed to her preferred side.

Adam stood after, and Beetlejuice simply appeared next to Barbara, smack dab in the middle. He shot the ghosts a smirk, as if he were causing some kind of trouble. The smirk promptly disappeared when Adam easily slid into bed next to him, pulling the covers up over them. “Definitely need a bigger bed,” Adam noted, eyeing how close they had to squish together to fit.

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Barbara yawned. She nestled closer to Beetlejuice, and slid her arms around his torso. “This okay?” She asked.

“Uh… h-hold on,” Beetlejuice stammered, the slightest tint of color emerging on his cheeks. He eyed the second pillow Adam had been using for a backrest earlier and pulled it under the covers with him, clutching it tightly against his middle. He settled under the covers, his eyes stubbornly fixed on the sheets as he readjusted for a moment. Then, quietly, so quietly only the dead could hear, he whispered, “Makes me feel safer…”

“You don’t have to explain, Bee,” Adam reassured the demon, Barbara nodding in agreement. Adam stretched out, encircling his partners with his arms, pulling them closer together still. “Good?” He checked.

Barbara carefully wiggled a hand around Beetlejuice to intertwine her fingers with Adam’s and nodded. “Yup.”

Beetlejuice’s eyes darted between the two before he slowly moved one arm away from the pillow, turned onto his side and wrapped it around Adam’s waist. Then a third arm appeared from… somewhere on his person and curled around Barbara’s. “It’s weird, but… it’s nice,” he mumbled. Barbara buried her face into Beetlejuice’s hair, and he could feel her wide smile.

“It is,” she agreed, relaxing further.

Adam looked over the two before him with such loving eyes, all Beetlejuice could do was duck his face into Adam’s dorky flannel shirt to avoid that overwhelming green gaze. “You two still owe me make-up sex. All these tropey ‘there was only one bed’ shenanigans aren’t gonna get you outta that,” he huffed.

“Course,” Barbara hummed.

“We will definitely christen the new bed when we get it ready,” Adam pressed a kiss to Beetlejuice’s forehead.

That made the demon purr. “Oh, I will be doing so much more to you than christening some damn bed when the time comes. Trust me.” Even with the sleep weighing their bodies, Adam and Barbara still felt a shiver of excitement run down their spines at the baritone hum Beetlejuice’s voice reached. “Alright, good night!” Beetlejuice gleefully chirped, closing his eyes.

“Bee! You tease!” Barbara squealed.

“You can’t just do that when we’re trying to sleep!” Adam said, his hips shifting away unconsciously.

Beetlejuice grinned wider, hugging the pillow tighter to his chest. “Now we’re even! Sweet dreams!”

The lamp then clicked off, leaving the room dim, save for a weak filtering of moonlight in the windows. The ghosts settled in, their legs tangling together in one final act to be as close as possible to one another as they finally started to sleep.

#jessi doodles #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #beetlelands #goldenbeetle #beetlelandsweek2020 #adam maitland #barbara maitland #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #digital fanart #digital art #fanfic #fanfiction

[lovelivingmydreams]

Okay so here is part two of this promt of mine to thank my now almost 250 followers. First part here. Enjoy!

Remus had a lot of fun stating the facts to the others. When they finally put everything together their faces will be even more hilarious! For now the others remained clueless though. For a little while Remus thought they'd all be old and grey by the time anyone figured it out.

Luckily they did get a clue about a week after Remus learned the exciting truth.

It was the evening before the premier of a project they'd been working on for ages. Roman was going over everything in the common area with everyone else as practice audience. Remus was playing heckler. No one asked him. He just did. He probably should have noticed Virgil tensing up with each comment. But he didn't. After Remus shouted something about a possible wardrobe malfunction Virgil shot up. "We have to cancel. We're not ready!"

Everyone looked up at Virgil in surprise. It'd been a long time since last he demanded skipping or postponing any type of commitment. It was always an option to him, but this wasn't a suggestion. It was a demand so strong that Thomas actually was thinking of what to tell Joan already.

No one knew what brought this on or how to resolve it. But Roman was still going to try.

"What do you mean? I'm sure we can see to any doubts you have and blow everyone away tomorrow."

Virgil balled his fists and shook his head. "Too much can go wrong..." he hissed through gritted teeth.

"Certainly. But we mustn't let down our audience for mere chance of failure.," Roman countered gently. "You think I'm being paranoid?" Virgil snapped accusingly.

Roman looked taken aback. "Virgil you are overreacting. I am merely trying too help!"

Virgil huffed, threw his hood over his head and stormed off to his room.

"Virgil!?" Roman called after him, but he didn't follow him up the stairs. He remained behind until they all cringed at the sound of a door slamming shut.

The prince's shoulders slumped and his head lowered dejected. "I'm... I'm going to reread the lines again..." he muttered before heading to his own room.

Patton reached out to Roman's retreating frame but came up short on things to say. The silence remained until a gentle click signaled that Roman had entered his room.

"That was fun," Janus muttered sarcastically as he got up, intending to talk to Virgil.

"Snakey, he just had his first fight with his boyfriend. He isn't up for 2 lies and maybe a truth," Remus pointed out. "Just like how my bro isn't going to appreciate playing tag with me."

Everyone stared at Remus, surprised he was capable of such insightful comments.

"Well that leaves us Lo," Patton observed looking up towards the private rooms tensely. Roman and Virgil argued a lot. Even now that they were all friends. Such was their nature. But those arguments were usually loud and full of Virgil's quips and Roman's dramatics. This one was unnervingly quiet in comparison.

"It would appear so. You should check on Virgil, I shall attempt to reason with Roman," Logan suggested. Patton nodded and together they headed to the opposing rooms. "Good luck," Patton smiled at Logan before knocking on Virgil's door.

"Virge? Mind if we chat for a bit?" A moment of silence before the door was opened. Patton hadn't heard him walk over... had he been by the door?

The question was forgotten when Patton saw Virgil's make up was running.

"Come in Pat..." he whispered softly, though he wasn't looking at him. Or rather past him at Logan.

Once more that puzzle was put asside in favor of cheering up his kiddo.

They sat on Virgil's bed, V curled in on himself Patton Indian style.

"I know I shouldn't have ran off... and that Roman wasn't calling me paranoid. So if that's all you wanted to say..."

"Actually," Patton started, interrupting Virgil before he could even start whatever self depreciating train of thought he was starting.

"I wanted to ask why you are so worried about this performance. It's not a big event and we are well prepared. Remus was only trying to get Roman of balance you know?"

Virgil dug his fingers in his hair in frustration. "I know! But what if it happens for real!? Roman'll get hurt!"

Patton blinked in surprise. He expected Virgil to be worried about Thomas first and the rest of them second. Prioritizing Roman like that... was Remus onto something? Patton always thought Virgil and Roman would make an absolutely adorable couple.

Virgil sighed and wrapped his arms around his legs to pull them tightly against his chest.

"Ever since you guys accepted me... I've been patching Roman up when he got 'bruised'. And even before I tried to check up on him... it's my fault when he gets hurt Patton. Because I didn't push Thomas hard enough, or too hard... anything I do wrong ends up hurting him. He was right to hate me. And when he realizes that I'll lose him and then you guys will stop talking to me and..."

"Kiddo hey... you're spiraling buddy." Logan said it's important they tell Virgil when he's trapped by his own head and how. "Breathe."

Virgil nodded and took a few deep breaths while wiping at his eyes.

"Virgil, none of us would ever blame you for trying your best."

Not even Roman. He knows you always act with our best interest at heart. And if you tell him you were worried for his safety, the whole thing will be forgotten," Patton assured the anxious side gently, secretly hoping that getting Virgil to open up towards Roman this way might help them get closer. Prinxiety just might set sail after all.

"You think so?" Virgil asked, not convinced.

"I know so. Take it from your old man kiddo. Roman cares about you. He has a funny way of showing it sometimes, but he does."

Virgil's face relaxed his eyes softening and his lips pulling into the tiniest smile.

"Yeah... I'll talk to him," Virgil nodded getting up and walking to the door with Patton. 

Logan frowned, confused by the strange look Virgil had cast at Roman's door. Fearful yet almost longingly...

He must be mistaken. Emotions were not his area of expertise after all.

Instead of pondering the question any further, he turned and knocked on Roman's door.

"Roman? I wish to discuss something with you,"

A moment passed. "It's open."

When Logan entered he found Roman sat at his desk, his notes in front of him and his hands in his hair.

"I... can't figure it out Logan... I turn the conversation over and over in my head... what should I have said?"

When Roman looked up it was evident to even Logan that he'd been crying though he was doing his best to hide it.

Logan sat down on the bed his body angled towards the desk.

"Virgil was not mad at you Roman. It would seem something triggered a negative thought process in his mind which he tried to hide as not to disturb us. In doing so though the thoughts were not addressed and instead were left to build up tension which got released all at once. Even if you said exactly what he needed to hear, he was not in a mindscape to accept any of it. I am sure Virgil regretted what he said as soon as he said it. I theorize that he took distance in order to calm down before talking to you again," he explained.

Roman nodded allong to that. "So... I haven't ruined everything?" he asked almost timidly.

Logan shook his head. "You know I am not good with feelings. But i have observed that you and Virgil have grown close since he got accepted. Especially in recent weeks he is calmer and less prone to negative thinking when he interacts with you. Likewise he has clearly helped you be more focused and keep a level head, some of the time at least. You two have built something strong. And one fight like this won't end that."

Roman was tearing up again, but this time he was smiling.

"Truly? You believe I am good for him?"

Logan nodded his head, eyeing Roman curiously. He might be wrong but it almost seemed like...

"By Neptunes swimtrunks!" Roman exclaimed wide eyed. "I thank you for your aid Logan but I must make myself presentable and talk to my Emo post haste!"

His emo? Logan almost wished he was wrong. If Remus was right in any capacity he'd never let any of them live it down. But Roman and Virgil finding happiness with each other might just be worth it.

Logan let Roman push him to the door and let himself out as Roman was already hurrying to his bathroom. In the hallway he found Patton being led out of the opposing room by a nervously shifting Virgil.

"Is Roman mad at me?" he asked nervously.

"Of course not. He is worried about you," Logan assures his friend warmly.

Virgil relaxed at that. "Thanks guys. I think we'll be fine," he told them as he headed to the door. Logan got the hint and led Patton down the hall. He heard Virgil knock at the door an call out Roman's name. If he or Patton had turned back they would've seen how Virgil kissed Roman as soon as he opened the door.

Roman kissed his boyfriend back as he walked them both inside and closed the door.

"Not that I'm complaining but... what if someone saw?" Roman wondered quite happy actually with the bold gesture of affection. Virgil's role usually made him extremely cautious, which made his bouts of impulsivity even more surprising and delightful.

"Well if they did then I get to take you out to make it up to you," Virgil shrugged.

Roman chuckled. "You have nothing to apologize for mi corazon. But the thought is greatly appreciated. Want to talk about this over pizza and Disney?"

Virgil smiled and nodded. "You pick the first movie." 

Logan and Patton voiced their suspicions to one another as well as Janus. All three agreed to wait with intervening and giving the two a chance to figure things out for themselves.

The tipping point came when they had a scheduled meeting with Thomas to discuss an upcoming colab he was nervous about.

First Roman and Virgil weren’t to be found anywhere. And then when Thomas pulled called them up by force they looked… disheveled.

“Good timing Thomas. One second later and… I honestly don’t want to think about that,” Virgil muttered as he straightened his hoodie and hair out.

Roman looked rather sheepish as he tugged at his sash and combed trough his hair.

“Where did you two come from?” Patton asked astonished.

“Imagination,” Virgil huffed as he turned to Roman, avoiding everyone else’s eyes subtle enough to be considered a coincidence.

“I told you we should have waited until after the meeting,” he told him, though he didn’t seem to be as mad as he was trying to be.

“I didn’t think we’d take that long,” Roman tried feebly.

“I did! You have no self control! Always have to go the extra mile don’t you?” Virgil pointed out. Roman looked back at Virgil now, a lot more confident.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” he pointed out with a smirk.

Virgil rolled his eyes, but stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down. “I was kind of distracted,” he admitted.

“It’s no matter, we are here in one piece and there are more urgent matters at hand. Shall we, my stormy knight?”

Virgil sighed dramatically. “You are lucky you are so cute.”

Everyone in the room looked on incredulously. How were these two so clueless?

When the meeting ended, Roman and Virgil picked up their hike where they left off. On a blanket on top of the hill, ignoring the sunset in favor of making out.

“They need help Logan. Desperately! I am all for letting my kiddo’s take their time but this is too much! They are obviously in love!” Patton pleaded.

“Even I can’t stand watching them make eyes at each other any longer. Virgil is… taken with Roman. And Roman appears to be returning those feelings,” Janus admitted reluctantly. Virgil’s eyeshadow had been lilac more often than not when around the creative side. Only a complete idiot would keep denying it at this point.

“Told ya!” Remus grinned.

“Okay, fine… So how do we go about ‘setting them up’?” Logan relented.

Remus giggled manically. This was going to be so good.

“We make them spend time together! They have to realize they are meant for one another if they spend time one on one!” Patton exclaimed.

“But they are already together most of the time?” Logan objected.

“They are always working though. We have to pull them out of their comfort zone!”

Janus and Logan exchanged looks. “I’ll give an example,” Patton decided.

“Kiddo’s will you come down please!”

Roman and Virgil appeared almost at once, side by side, smiling brightly at Patton, Virgil’s eyeshadow bright and shiny as any of them had ever seen it.

“s'up pops? Virgil asked casually.

“Family picnic. You two take care of deserts!” Patton grinned brightly. “me and the others are going to put a basket together. Kitchen is all yours.”

And before either of the happy couple could respond Patton had pushed Janus and Logan out, followed closely by Remus. “have fun you two,” the green twin winked before rounding the corner.

“Are they seriously setting us up?” Roman whispered in astonishment.

“That’s hilarious,” Virgil grinned before turning to the kitchen counter where a cookbook laid open on a cake recipe. “Think you can handle this clever scheme o unconquerable prince?” he teased.

“Oh ye of little faith. It is I who shall thaw thine frozen heart with true loves kiss,” Roman grinned back.

“Do you think they've confessed yet?” Patton wondered as he placed nervously in Logan's room ten minutes later. The room calmed him down mostly but not near enough to be considered calm.

“Let's find out!” Remus exclaimed. Before anyone could stop him he was gone.

“That'll end well.” Janus groaned as he followed behind with Patton and Logan. To everyone he’s surprise they found Remus watching the kitchen rather discreetly. They joined him and were left speechless.

Roman and Virgil were both wearing aprons and chefs hats that matched their styles perfectly, both disregarding their usual top attire for simple t-shirts. Which was a good thing because there was an abundance of flower, chocolate and egg all over them.

Virgil was currently scolding Roman who was  trying to take the mixing bowl from him. Neither was cross with the other though. In fact, both were nearly dying of laughter.

“Truce! Truce!” Roman called out as he managed to get a hold of himself. “Let’s compromise. Lest we get poorly mixed batter added to  our canvases. How about I show you what I mean?”

Virgil relaxed his protective hold on the bowl and let Roman step behind him. Roman adjusted Virgil’s grip and laid his hands over his aligning their arms. He gently guided Virgil in mixing the batter.

“See?” Roman asked softly after a bit.

“um… wait almost. Show me that last bit again.” Janus quirked a brow. That was a lie. And if that was a lie, then Virgil just wanted… Oh boy his ray of stormshine had it bad.

Patton was nearly vibrating. Surely they'll realize…

“and there. Now it can be baked and we can get clean!” Roman declared satisfied as he stepped away. Virgil nodded and sighed in relief. “Finally, I’m more beat than the batter,” he joked. Roman snorted but he wasn't the only one.

“Oh hey Padre!” Roman greeted innocently. “ The cake will be done soon!” 

Logan was up next. He reasoned that the key was physical proximity. He had observed that as light as the two acted about it afterwards it had clearly gotten to them. Remus suggested locking them in a closet until they ‘made out’ but Logan was sure he could be more subtle than that.

“What? But organizing the thoughts is your job!” Roman complained.

“It is and I apologize. I've been falling behind on my duties. Please, I am sure that if the two of you worked together it will be done quickly.”

Both Roman and Virgil sighed. They knew this was a set up, so they'd get away with more flirty behavior. But it was also work. And the room where the thoughts were being kept was so full of cabinets and boxes that it was near impossible to move around on your own let alone… oh.

If Logan thought he was being more dignified than Remus would be by disguising it as an accident he was wrong.

Roman wasn't even surprised to hear the door click shut as soon as Logan was “out of ear shot".

He was surprised to find that Logan had arranged the cabinets and boxes in a manner that would make them topple over and trap him and Virgil on the ground. Virgil on his chest as he'd pushed Roman to the ground and his arms wrapped protectively around his body to cushion his fall as much as possible.

They were stuck in that exact position for as long as Logan seemed necessary.

“Do you think either of those schemes would've worked if we weren't already dating?” Virgil wondered. Roman thoughtfully played with the hairs at the base of Virgil's skull for a bit.

“Not sure. We can both be stubborn. I’m kind of glad that I’ll never know,” he confessed.

Virgil sunk deeper into his embrace. “Me too.”

It wasn’t as fun as the baking scheme, but it was nice to cuddle with nothing else to do. Virgil usually got fidgety after a few minutes, even if he wanted to stay forever.

Roman wasn’t much better at staying still. But this… This might just convince the both of them to do this more often.

“I don’t hate this,” Virgil sighed after laying in silence for a while.

“I do make for a handsome pillow,” Roman joked as he pulled Virgil in closer.

“You do. But I mean… Usually silences are terrifying to me. But this? I don’t mind. I don’t worry about what you’re thinking. Or that I’m supposed to say something. It’s just… us and that’s enough. You know what I mean?”

Roman thought it over for a moment. “Yeah… I do. This is… As close to perfect as life is going to get,” he sighed contently.

It was something close to 30 minutes before they heard the door open and a moment later the room rearranged itself. “Tell me this isn’t something we could’ve done this entire time!” Virgil groaned as he got up, not showing his reluctance to do so.

“This is Logan’s domain. He maintains order in here. I have no power,” Roman huffed pretend offended, he was less successful in hiding how perfectly content he‘d been with their predicament.

“Indeed I do,” Logan agreed, flanked by Janus and Patton who both saw the look on Roman’s face. Again almost but not quite. What would it take?

Logan apologized for their predicament and assured them that he would complete the task. If they’d bought into the ruse for even a second this would have definitely tipped them off. But they let Logan think he was successful at least in hiding his intentions.

Janus initial idea was to simply impersonate either of the boys and using that form to get the other to confess. He never tried. And if he did he wasn’t found out almost right away.

So his second attempt he didn’t disguise himself or his intentions. Not to Roman at least.

And so the theater was left to fade away. It’s purpose fulfilled in an unexpected way.

“What exactly are your intentions with Virgil?”

Roman looked up from his vanity comb still in hand.

“After what you tried to pull yesterday, I’d say you know what my feelings are. As for my intentions… I won’t do anything that’ll make him uncomfortable. Don’t you worry,” he said as he returned his attention to the mirror and hummed ‘Once upon a dream’.

“So you are in love with him,”  Janus drawled studying his nails. Though he glanced up to see Roman’s face flush. “Well…” the prince hesitated for a moment but then a blissful smile broke free and he leaned back with a sigh. “Yes,” he confessed dreamily.

“So tell him.” It was not that hard! He was the romantic side wasn’t he? Shouldn’t he be all for grand gestures like this?

Roman pursed his lips and shook his head, sitting up again and returning to his beauty routine.

“I’m waiting for the perfect moment.” Their first official date actually. If the other’s hurried and put the pieces together, they might be able to go on one for their 2 month anniversary.

He might already have something planned out. He had little doubt he’d be the one to crack first.

“I thought you’d say that. Come on, he’s waiting.”

Roman shot up. What was Janus planning?

The serpentine side led him to the imagination where a theater was set up. They entered stage right where Roman saw Virgil was waiting on stage.

“What is this about Jan?” the emo growled, eyes darting towards Roman and to the audience. Patton and Logan who looked about as confused as Roman felt. Remus was behind them just munching on popcorn.

“Remember the valentine’s episode?” Janus asked, everyone nodded, still confused.

“Well Virgil never got around to showing you all how he’d go about wooing someone. So I figured he could show us with Roman as an example crush. Thomas is getting ready to ask Nico to be his boyfriend. Might as well have all the possibilities out there. Direct, from the heart, grand gesture… You two have already shown that my methods of evasion and deception won’t work on Nico. He seems to find Thomas charming when he’s honest about his flaws, so we aren’t even going there.

Virgil, you have the floor,” Janus smirked smugly before getting of stage and joining the others in the audience.

Virgil took in a deep breath and glanced up at Roman as he let it all out.

Clearly he was nervous.

“Okay… So first…” He took hold of Roman’s hand. And it wasn’t the first time, this shouldn’t be a big deal. But doing it in the open, with this unexplained tension in the air, and his own confession in his head, it made Roman beyond flustered.

“Is this okay?” Roman pulled his eyes away from their joined hands as Virgil gave his a squeeze, looking at his boyfriend’s face instead. He looked so nervous.

“Of course,” he sighed breathlessly smiling warmly at the boy who completely owned his heart.

“Good… Roman… You know I blow at putting my thoughts in words. But this is something I need to say. Because just showing you feels like it isn’t enough.” Virgil took a deep breath and tugged at Roman’s arm, turning them to face each other.

“I like you,” he murmured, looking down “I like everything about you even the parts that drive me nuts. I like the way I feel around you. I like arguing about stupid things and laughing about it later. I like making messes with you and not worrying about cleaning it up. I like how you make me forget how scared I am sometimes. I like being myself with you, and feeling like that’s enough. I…”

Virgil might have a lot more to say than that but Roman wasn’t giving him the chance.

He pulled Virgil in and kissed him soundly. Virgil didn’t even pause before returning the kiss.

There was a loud wolf whistle, Remus clearly, but other than that complete silence.

After an infinite moment they pulled apart and smiled at each other.

“You can’t say things like that and expect me to just not kiss you mi amor.” Roman could hear the loud gasps from their audience.

“Wait! Are you saying…?” Patton started.

“We’re official,” Roman confirmed excitedly before returning his attention to Virgil.

“And that means, I shall be planning our first date. Be ready at six this evening, wear something semi-formal. No ties no monkey suits. But something nice. Understand?” Roman checked, not wanting Virgil to worry too much about what to wear, but needing him to not wear the hoodie just this one time.

Virgil nodded. “I think I can do that.”

Roman turned back to their audience. “I’d almost forget. Padre, may I take Virgil out?”

Patton was still  in shock but nodded. “Of course, um have fun.”

“Told you all!” Remus shouted satisfied.

“How long?” Janus demanded, not a fan of secrets he isn’t privy to.

“Almost two months,” Virgil smiled making everyone go back in their head and see their interactions in a new light. They could see the moment they thought ‘How did we not figure this out,’ crossed their minds. Oh they’d been right. This was hilarious.

Roman chuckled fondly at their friends’ faces, before gently gazing down at Virgil and stroking his bangs out of his eyes/

“As much as it pains me to part my darling. I must prepare our evening.”

“Wait! Wait! You two… You two are boyfriends!” Patton exclaimed vibrating with excitement as that discovery finally registered. He jumped out of his seat and rushed over to the stage to hug them.

“Oh my goodness I’m so happy and proud!” he gushed. Both of them chuckled.

“Well, while I wish we had not wasted time on attempting to help you, I too am glad you have found happiness with each other,” Logan allowed.

Janus remained stubbornly silent, realizing Remus had known and had not told him at the very least.

“Thanks guys, that means a lot. And we were just messing with you guys, we weren’t keeping it a secret cause we didn’t trust you,” Virgil assured them as Patton finally let go and Roman put an arm around his waist, both excited that they could now do this in public.

“Oh you rascal! You really had us good. You have to tell me how you got together now though!” Patton insisted.

“Perhaps, once we return from our date Padre. Which I’ll have to start preparing for,” Roman reminded them reluctantly. He let go of Virgil’s waist and took his hand to place a kiss on it.

“I will count the minutes,” he muttered to his knuckles and exited stage left.

It took everything Virgil had not to start squeeling.

“Oh M G! We are going to pick out an outfit!” Patton giggled dragging Virgil along.

“I’ll lend you a hand. Obviously I have the most style,” Janus insisted as they too left the theater.

Logan sighed as though resigning himself to his fate. “Roman is bound to skip over practical details. I better ensure the date is a success or we’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Just admit you want to be part of it Nerd. That’s what I’m doing,” Remus grinned as he pulled Logan along.

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Doll (Bucky x Tall!Reader One-shot)

This is one of my submissions for Cloudy’s 200 follower challenge! So proud of you, girly!!

Pairing: Bucky x Tall!Reader

Dialogue Prompt: High as a Kite (highlighted in bold)

Summary: While Y/N was out on a mission, Bucky accidentally got himself hurt. So what happens when she finds her best friend/crush not nearly as quiet as he usually is?

Warnings: Guys, there’s no angst. This is all fluff.

“Who’s going to tell her?”

“I’m not! It was an accident!”

“Yes, let’s piss off the Amazonian.”

“She’s not an Amazon. She’s just tall.”

“Please, can we focus?”

“I own the building. That means I can call immunity.”

“Honestly, I’d rather be recording this for future blackmail.”

“Well, someone has to tell her.”

“Tell me what?”

Three bodies spun around, shielding the glass window they had been peering into moments before. Y/N watched them curiously. Scott, Bruce, Sam, and Tony were hiding something. She stepped closer to them, brow furrowing when Scott and Bruce instinctively moved in front of the door.

“Okay, what’s going on?” She looked down at Sam, hoping to get some sort of clarity from Bucky’s partner in crime.

“I still think I should be recording.”

“Recording what?” Y/N stepped closer. She didn’t want to admit it, but panic was starting to stir in her chest. She’d been gone on a mission with Steve and had only gotten back a little while ago. Ever since, she’d been looking for Bucky. He’d promised a movie marathon with her and she was coming to collect.

But in three hours – she hadn’t seen or heard from him.  At first, she thought she had done something wrong, but now? Seeing four of her five friends hiding outside a med-room? With no clue were her best friend was? She knew it wasn’t her fault. They were hiding something.

She walked up to Bruce, her heeled boots clicking on the floor until she was practically chest to chest with him. Looking down at him, she crossed her arms and immediately began tapping her foot.

Tony cleared his throat, not exactly in the mood to see a hulked-out Banner fighting the Winter Soldier’s crush. He still had people working on repairs from when Bucky ate the last of Hulk’s M&Ms. “Relax, Y/N. The intimidation tactics aren’t going to work.”

She groaned, dropping her hands and looking at the “genius” that felt the need to call her out in this particular moment. “You guys won’t let me know where he is!”

“He’s in there!”

Everyone looked back to Scott. He was still shielding the window from Y/N’s sight, but now he was hiding his face behind his hands. He peeked between his fingers, looking similar to a child in this moment. If she wasn’t so worried about what they were hiding, she’d probably laugh.

Her gaze shifted to the door. She gestured for Scott to step aside. He didn’t even argue. Looking through the glass, she bit her lip. The panic that had been there moments before was gone now, replaced with relief. “What happened?”

“Barnes ate Hulk’s M&M’s. I’m still trying to get the community kitchen fixed up because of it,” Tony explained.

Y/N looked at Bruce, raising an eyebrow. “You hulked out because of M&M’s?”

“I didn’t! The…” Bruce huffed. “The big guy did.”

Y/N turned back to the window and snorted, biting back a laugh.

“She’s finding this amusing. Should we be worried?” Scott looked at Bruce and Tony. Sam simply shrugged. Their usefulness for this had just run out.

“I’m going to check on him. Can you four go find something else to look at?” She didn’t bother sparing them a glance, slipping inside the room and closing the door behind her.

Instead of leaving like Y/N had asked, they crowded in front of the glass. Each of them was desperate to get a good look. “You better hope this works, Stark,” Scott muttered, unable to contain his smile.

“All my creations work, thank you very much. Especially when Banner’s helping me.”

“I’d rather not agree with that statement after Ultron.”

Tony glanced at Bruce and scoffed. “Traitor.”

“Quiet,” Sam ordered, swatting Tony upside the head. “I’m trying to hear!”

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Y/N walked towards the bed Bucky was currently laying on. He was hooked to an IV, but she wasn’t sure what medicine they were pumping in his system. Surely it wasn’t too bad, right? If it were, Steve would be here, frantic and worried about what had happened to his best friend. But that wasn’t the case. So, she ran her fingers through his hair, allowing that flutter of crazed nerves to erupt in her chest and stomach. God, she couldn’t help the feelings this man gave her.

She noticed the massive bruise in his hairline. It was swollen. Like he’d been thrown into something a few times. “Hulk really did a number on you, huh?” Her voice was soft, gentle because she didn’t want to wake him up. But this was Bucky after all. Anything could wake him up. He blinked once, twice, before finally moving his head. He groaned, moving to sit up, but Y/N was there to make the movement easier. “Hey, sleepy head.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently someone decided to take Hulk’s peanut butter M&M’s?”

A sheepish grin appeared on Bucky’s face as he ran a hand through his hair. “Oops?”

“That’s all you have to say?” Y/N laughed and shook her head. “Really?”

That sheepish grin of his was shifting. His bright eye watching her with something she didn’t quite understand. But his pupils were blown. The awkwardness of being found out faded away as he started giggling.

Bucky fucking Barnes was giggling.

Bucky laughing was already a rare sight indeed. Almost impossible to see unless you were as close with him as Steve or Y/N was. But giggling? She was sure not even Steve had seen that before.

“Oh my god, what did they give you?”

She laughed as she took a step back, but before she could get too far, Bucky grabbed her hand. He pulled her close, catching her before she could fall. A hand was wrapped around her waist as he watched her intently. “I like holding you like this,” he told her, looking up at her and tilting his head. “I like looking up at you.” Of all the people on the team, Bucky was the only one who ever encouraged her height. In fact, if there were moments where he could look up at her, he did. He enjoyed how tall she was. Her curves and height were a rare sight and it was how she was nicknamed the “Amazon” of the team.

“Buck,” she murmured, laughing and leaning away from him. “You’re high as a kite, aren’t you?”

Bucky pouted at her as she ran her hands through his hair. “I’m being honest. Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because they had to have given you something.”

“No,” he drawled, dragging out the word as if it had twenty extra letters. “I’m a super soldier, ‘member?” He grinned like the cat that ate the canary. “Drugs don’t work on me.”

“No known drugs work on you, Buck. But who knows what cocktail Banner and Stark gave you?”

Another giggle from Bucky and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from smiling. He was absolutely adorable. Drugged up or not. Silence fell as she continued playing with his hair, earning soft hums from the loveable goofball in her arms. He was so calm. There was no pain or tension anywhere in his face. He was actually…relaxed.

“Why don’t you like me, Y/N?”

She frowned. He’d closed his eyes, tilting his head back as she kept playing with his hair. Had he even realized he’d asked her? “Of course, I like you, Bucky.”

Bucky groaned, pouting once again. He leaned forward as his forehead found her shoulder. “No, you don’t. Not like I like you.”

“Not like you like me?” Y/N felt like her heart was ready to burst out of her chest. Did he really admit to liking her? She glanced at the IV. What the hell had Tony and Bruce given him? “What do you mean, Bucky?”

“I like holding you,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. His hands wrapped around her waist were now tracing up her back. “I like watching movies and cuddling…”

“I like those things too.”

He whined again, clearly not believing her. She felt like she was talking to a puppy. “Then why do you go on dates? I hate that.” He pouted, his nose nuzzling into her neck. “I hate seeing guys take you out when they don’t deserve you. I want to date you. I want to take you out. I want to kiss you. I want to…I want to…”

“Want to what?”

“I want to show you how important you are, Y/N.”

If she hadn’t been blushing before, she certainly was now. She had never expected to hear these words out of Bucky and here he was admitting that he felt everything she did. And he wouldn’t even remember it, would he?

“Oh, Buck,” she murmured, hands moving from his hair to his back. “I wish you knew how important you are to me.”

There was a pause as if Bucky wasn’t sure he heard her right. But once a few moments passed, a muffled, “I am?” was asked.

Y/N chuckled and looked down at him. Tilting his head up, she ran her fingers along his cheek. It was gentle, ghost-like. “You are. But I got to tell you that when you aren’t drugged up.” He grinned again. It was sleepy. The poor boy probably needed more rest than they realized. “Get some rest, hm?”

“Stay.” He blinked, slowly. “Please?”

Y/N smiled as she helped him lay back down. He kept a hand securely attached to hers, clearly wanting to keep her at his side. “Buck –“

“Please,” he murmured.

She sighed. “Alright. I’ll stay.”

He let go of her hand but kept his droopy gaze on her. Bucky was determined to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere. Shrugging off her jacket, she bent down and unzipped her boots. Her gaze shifted to the door to see her four friends giving her wide grins and several thumbs up. “Oh, leave, would you?” she snapped, throwing a boot at the door. They all jumped and ducked away, running off as she shook her head. Those idiots.

Taking off her other boot, she climbed into the bed. It was far too small with his massive frame and her tall, curvy build, but they made do. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards him and burying his face in her hair and neck. She lightly played with his hair, the other hand wrapped around him and tracing up and down his spine. It was soothing. Intimate.

“Go to sleep, Bucky.”

“You too, Doll.”

Y/N pressed her lips against his hair, hiding her smile at the nickname. He’d never called her that before. It was always her name or some nickname from it, but never ‘doll’. Until now. She closed her eyes, letting herself fall asleep in his arms.

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(BONUS)

Bucky woke to the dull remains of a headache and an impossible warmth around him. He didn’t want to open his eyes. That would mean pulling away from the warmth. So instead, he pulled the warmth closer. His arms tightened around it, clinging to it.

Then he heard a soft moan. The exhale of someone’s sigh. And everything came back.

The fight with Hulk…

Bruce and Tony getting him to the med-bay…

Bruce’s countless apologies…

Tony wanting to “take advantage” of the moment with some new medicine they had been working on with Cho…

And Y/N.

He remembered her visiting. He remembered – He remembered everything. Opening his eyes, he realized he was curled into Y/N. His head was resting on her chest, listening to her heart. His arms were wrapped around her, her hands in his hair. Tilting his head up ever so slightly, he smiled when he saw that he was, in fact, still in Y/N’s arms.

He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he memorized her peaceful features. She liked him. She liked him as much as he liked her. And as excited about it as he was, he wouldn’t dare wake her when she looked like this. Instead, he pressed the smallest kiss to her lips. It could hardly even count as one, he was so scared to wake her. Nuzzling her neck, he closed his eyes once again and simply enjoyed holding her. The giddiness in his chest made it impossible for him to fall back asleep. But he could enjoy this, enjoy holding her. And that was absolutely what he would do.

“I can’t wait to show you how much you mean to me, Doll.”

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In Hindsight: Chapter 6: Eight Years Ago... One Bad Day

In Hindsight: Chapter 6: Eight Years Ago... One Bad Day by C_R_Scott Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Tam Fox, Jack Drake/Janet Drake, Janet Drake & Tim Drake, Jack Drake & Tim Drake, Lucius Fox/Tanya Fox, Tim Drake & Tam Fox Characters: Tim Drake, Tam Fox, Janet Drake, Jack Drake, Lucius Fox, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Family Drama, Family Secrets, Family Feels, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Childhood Memories, Childhood Sweethearts, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Good Parent Janet Drake, Bad Parent Jack Drake, no beta we die like robins, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent

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Story Summary: What if Tim Drake was originally raised by his maternal grandmother for the first eight years of his life due to "circumstances" involving his biological parents? What if Tim's grandmother was also the next door neighbor and occasional sitter for Lucius Fox's family?

Chapter Summary: 9-year old Tim Drake had been staying with his parents, Jack and Janet, for the better part of three weeks following the hospitalization of his grandmother due to a serious illness. While he loved having this rare extended length of time with his Mom and Dad, he still missed his Nana, their home, and his friends in the neighborhood. She'd been in the hospital so long... She should have been getting better soon... Then they could both go home while Mom and Dad went on their next archaeological trip.

However, all it took is one bad day to change the course of his life.

Click... Whirrr...

Click... Whirrr...

Click... Whirrr...

Nine-year-old Timothy Drake looked at his mother expectantly as she picked up one of his Polaroid photos that had finally finished developing.

Janet Drake's eyes brightened as she looked over the photo her son had taken of the ancient Mesopotamian vase she'd unpacked from her most recent archaeological dig with Jack. She beamed at her child with undisguised pride. "This is really good!" 

"Really?!" Tim asked, his blue eyes brightening with delight as he watched his mother tape the photo into place alongside her notes cataloging the vase in her work journal. He slung the camera around his neck by its strap and crawled over to where his mom welcomed him over with open arms so he could get a closer look at the page with her notes, written with an graceful cursive hand. Janie tugged him into an easy comfortable hug as soon as he was within reach, nuzzling his hair affectionately until he pulled away giggling from the ticklish sensation. "Momma! Stop!" 

His mother's smile was full of love and mischief, but she finally relented. "Oh fine!," she said with a heavy amount of faux drama in her tone and an obvious pout as she release her grip to allow him to pull away.

"Really?" Tim asked, his head tilted to a curious angle.

"Mmmm... Nope!" was all the warning Tim got before Janie pounced again and pulled him into another nearly smothering hug and kissed the top of his head, causing him to shriek with delighted laughter as his weak attempts to escape were completely ineffective. In the end, fighting his mother's affection was not something he had it in his heart to do for very long. Eventually, their laughter died down as he laid down with his head on his mother's lap, sighing with contentment as she carded her elegant long fingertips through his hair.

As much as he loved living with his Nana, Tim cherished these special moments alone with his Mom that were so few and far between year after year. His parents were out of the country so much because of their work. Normally when they were back in the country, it was only for a week or two at most.

"What's going on here?"

Both Janet and Tim froze when a new voice joined the living room. The two looked up from their places on the floor at Jack Drake, who was leaning against the doorway.

"Oh, hi Dad!" Tim said cheerfully with a more demure smile as he sat up to address his father, not noticing how Janet's hands stayed wrapped subtly around him, continuing to hold him close.

"Just cataloging the latest shipment from our last dig," Janet said impassively with a slight shrug of her shoulders and her expression aloof. "Timber was helping me with photographs for the journal."

Jack regarded the several Polaroid photos resting on the table with the Mesopotamian vase. "Is that a fact?" he asked as he sauntered into the room, getting closer to the two of them.

Even as Tim unconsciously leaned closer to his father, sitting up straighter and drawn out of his mother's embrace, Janet pulled her hands reluctantly back into her lap, one hand folded neatly over the other, while her sharp blue eyes stayed on her husband and watched every move he made.

There was a tense moment of silence in the air between the three of them as Jack picked up one of his son's photos to review. His eyes flickered between the vase and the photograph. "Not bad," he finally said with a small smile of approval. "The image is in frame and in focus, the balance between light and shadow isn't bad, and the quality is fairly decent for a simple Polaroid." He handed the photo to his son, who regarded him with wide-eyed amazement. "Good job."

"Wow! Thanks Dad!" Tim said brightly, practically glowing at the rare praise. Marginally, Janet relaxed the tension in her hands and released the breath she'd been holding.

Jack nodded. "C'mon over here. Let me show you what else to take pictures of on a piece like this." 

For about twenty minutes, Jack had his son's undivided attention as he instructed Tim on what details deserved close-up shots on the vase and several other pieces Janet had unpacked earlier. He also offered several detailed critiques on a couple of earlier photos that had not turned out well at all, explaining exactly how he thought they went wrong and how to avoid such errors in the future. If the boy had wilted a bit under the heavy-handed criticisms, his father didn't seem to notice.

All the while, Janet was silent and off to the side as she busied herself with unpacking the other boxes and making her notes, though she kept a weather eye on both her husband and her son. 

As Jack was helping Tim line up a new shot of a statue that Janet had just unboxed, a phone rang. Jack reached into his pocket and glanced at the screen. "I need to take this," he said as he rose to his feet and made his way out of the living room. While Tim's focus was completely absorbed on the statue he was photographing for his father, Janet's eyes followed Jack until he was completely out of view. Only when he was gone did she fully relax.

For about ten minutes, all was right in their world. Tim was happily snapping photographs without a care in the world. Janet was watching over her son with a content smile on her face as he occasionally came over to share his better shots with her for the journal.

Everything was fine.

Then everything wasn't.

"Janet," Jack's voice cut through the peaceful quiet of the living room. Both mother and son looked up to see him standing in the doorway again. This time, he did not re-enter it. There was also something in the tone of man's voice that seemed... off. "We need to talk."

Tim, who'd been kneeling beside his mother, pressed against her side as they compared which photo to add to the journal next, noticed Janet stiffen at the sound of her name. "Momma?" However, when the boy glanced at her face, her expression was reassuring as looked at him and stroked his hair. 

"It's alright, Timber," she said softly before pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. Then she glanced around until she zeroed in on a small crate that was opened, but hadn't been unpacked. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Favor?"

Janet pulled the crate closer. "This box has a bunch of broken pieces that we think makes up flat relief sculpture." She reached in and pulled a shard of red stone about the size of Janet's palm that had the partial image of what looked like a lion's head. "Can you unpack this and see if you can't start fitting some of the pieces together? I know how good you are with puzzles." She smiled at her son.

And Tim smiled back with a nod. "Okay!"

As soon as she knew her son was preoccupied, Janet rose to her feet and followed her husband out of the living room.

   Piecing together the relief sculpture kept Tim busy for quite awhile. He didn't realize how long, though, until his stomach rumbled. The boy lifted his head from the halfway completed puzzle and blinked owlishly at the clock sitting on a nearby end table. It was at least a good hour past their usual lunchtime and neither his mother nor his father had returned to the living room yet.

Sitting back on his heels, Tim looked around uneasily. The spacious room suddenly seemed too big, too cold, and too quiet for just him. He was suddenly reminded of how different his parent's spacious immaculate, almost antiseptic English manor-style house was from his Nana's smaller, Victorian-styled cottage. Back there, every room was filled with signs of life. Nana's knitting or sewing projects sat on the sofa or at her favorite window seat. Music from the radio or a show on the TV was filtering in from one room or another. Tim's toys and books were scattered haphazardly here and there. The wonderful aromas of homecooked meals or baked goods were always wafting on the air. 

Suddenly, Tim felt very homesick. He loved his parents very much, but he really didn't like their home, especially when he was alone.

"Mom? Dad?"

There was no answer to his nervous calls.

His interest in the relief sculpture completely gone for now, Tim got to his feet and tried to ignore the queasy feeling in his stomach as he walked out of the living room and into the hallway. 

"Momma?"

Tim wandered down the hall, peeking into the adjoining rooms but not seeing his parents anywhere. They weren't in his father's office or the kitchen or the dining room. A momentary spike of fear stabbed through the boy's heart. 

"Did they leave me?!"

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he shoved it into the furthest recesses of his mind with a shake of his head.

"No. If they left the house the security system would've beeped. It always beeps if someone goes in or out."

Tim finally noticed his parents' bedroom at the far end of the hallway, just across the hall from his own bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and light from the room cut into the dimly lit hallway. And, much to the boy's relief, he heard the sound of voices coming from inside.

"Mom? Dad?" 

Tim knocked on the door before entering, but the action also served to nudge the door further open inward. Normally he wouldn't dare to intrude upon his parents in their bedroom and invite his father's ire, but he was too uneasy and desperate to not be alone in that great big house anymore.

Unfortunately, the uneasy feeling did not dissipate once the door was open. 

Jack and Janet were both in the bedroom, but something was very wrong. His mother was in his father's arms, sobbing softly with one hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the sound even as Jack stroked her hair in a comforting gesture. He did spare a quick glance at his son, eyes narrowed slightly with irritation for a split moment at the unexpected intrusion before disappearing with a blink into a more neutral expression.

Tim would've been immediately cowed by the brief look his father shot him, except he was more alarmed by the state his mother was in. "Momma?! What's wrong?!" Despite his own growing distress, Tim didn't dare enter the bedroom without being invited. He looked immediately to his father. "Dad?!"

Jack sighed as he glanced away from his son, turning his visual attention to the still crying woman in his arms who was trying desperately to regain some semblance of self-control. "It's your grandmother," Jack said distantly. "I just got a call from the hospital."

"Nana?" Tim whispered as he felt his chest tighten uncomfortably, and the earlier queasiness in his stomach intensified. "Why did the hospital call? Is she still sick? Does she have to stay longer?"

"Oh baby," Janet whimpered as she turned her red-rimmed eyes to Tim. She pulled herself away from Jack's embrace and reached out for her son. Jack stepped back as the boy cautiously walked into the room and reluctantly filled the space in his mother's arms. 

After Janet gave him a small nod and motioned with her eyes toward the door, Jack nodded back and exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Though the heavy wooden barrier muffled most of the sound, he knew the moment his wife delivered the tragic news to their son, a completely indifferent expression on his face to the sound of his child's heartbroken sobs as he walked back to the living room to finish the last of the cataloging that had been interrupted. 

Author's Notes:

Author's Note: I took the title of this chapter "One Bad Day" partially from a concept introduced by the Batman storyline "The Killing Joke". The idea is that all it took was "one bad day" in their respective lives to create both the Batman and the Joker. Of course, Bruce Wayne's "one bad day" was the murder of his parents. Who knows what Joker's true "one bad day" was, though there are several possibilities in canon.

In this AU, Tim Drake's "one bad day" was when he was told his grandmother had died and he was suddenly and cruelly ripped from her care and forced into the care of his parents, not knowing his father was a manipulative abusive liar. If it hadn't been for that event, Tim would have never been set on the path that would lead him to becoming the third Robin and joining Bruce Wayne's war on the crime and all the grief that followed him afterwards.

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John x daughter!reader she’s caught masturbating thinking of him

So, this was supposed to just be a drabble but it turned into a one shot. 

Word Count: 2K

Warnings:  Incest between father and daughter, smut, p in v, fingering, masturbation

This is intended for 18+ only!  If you are a minor get off of my page!!

John's brows creased as he was awoken from his sleep. He blinked his tired eyes as they adjusted to the almost pitch black of the room. He lay motionless, senses heightened as he tried to deduce what had woken him.  

His frown deepened as he heard your labored breaths and soft whimpers as they fell from your lips.  Guilt washed over him at the sound.  His daughter was having a nightmare.  Nightmares that were caused by him, by the life he made his children lead, by the things they had witnessed on his quest for revenge.  He was about to turn over so he could look at you, knowing he would have to get up to wake you up soon if you didn’t settle down.  

“Fuck, Daddy please.” The barely audible gasp made John’s eyes snap open wide and it felt like his heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second.  That wasn’t a cry for help falling from your lips, no it was too breathy, too much like a moan.  

John clenched his eyes shut as his ears registered your heavy breaths and just beneath that he could hear the soft slap of skin against skin.  You weren’t having a nightmare, although John was pretty sure he was trapped in one himself right now as he finally registered what was happening in the bed next to him.  His perfect innocent little girl was pleasuring herself with his moniker falling from your lips. 

John had to bite his bottom lip to keep the groan that was filling his throat from escaping.  Your tiny moans were growing louder with every passing second and John swore he could hear the wetness between your thighs with each slap of your small hand against your heated core. His cock twitched with interest inside his black boxer briefs and he cursed himself silently for his baser reaction.  You were his daughter, his dick shouldn’t be getting hard as he listened to you masturbate.  

“Daddy.” You moaned again, louder this time and his cock took full notice, tenting against the soft fabric.  

He had to look, he had to see for himself.  Was this his own fucked up imagination or was he prescious baby girl really fucking herself while calling out for him? Slowly and as quietly as possible John turned over to his other side so he was facing you.  He kept his eyes shut, feigning sleep as he heard your whimper of protest at being interrupted by his movement.  The room went completely silent and John could feel the weight of your gaze as you waited with bated breath to see if your father was awake or still sleeping.  

Long moments that seemed like hours to John passed and he was careful not to move a muscle except for the even rise and fall of his chest until he heard the rustle of the sheet in the bed next to him and your breathing grew heavier once again as you resumed your taboo activities.  

John slowly opened his eyes when he thought it was safe enough to take a peek and the sight before him made his breath catch in his throat.  The moonlight streaming in through the motel window was just bright enough to illuminate your body leaning against the headboard of your bed.  Your small nightshirt was tucked just under your chin exposing your firm perky breasts that you squeezed in one hand, your fingers alternating between grasping the pillowy flesh and tugging at one hard nipple.  John’s lust filled eyes followed the line of your body down to your spread thighs, your pink panties dangled from one knee as your hand worked vigorously between your open legs.  

John slowly inched his hand down across the taut plane of his stomach, his hand palming his rock hard cock as he drank you in.  Your breasts were rising and falling faster with your heavy breaths, your thighs were beginning to tremble and John knew you were close to your release. 

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.” Your chant barely a whisper from your lips but loud enough that John’s cock throbbed at the sound.  

His darkened gaze quickly moved from the hand working between your thighs to your face.  John wanted to see the look of bliss wash across your pretty features as you came on your small fingers.  You were so close, he could tell, the pleasure building and building, almost there.  Your face scrunched up and you groaned.  You were so close but that sweet release was alluding you.  You had brought yourself to the edge at least three times but something was keeping you from falling over that sweet precipice into oblivion.  You needed something more.

Your frustration was palpable and you felt like screaming.  You needed to cum and you needed it now.  John frowned at the irritated look on your face and he watched as you took a shuddered breath and began to work your fingers back into your slippery core once more.  

One more try, you had to get yourself off or you were going to die from the pent up sexual tension coursing through your body.  You had been alone with your father for three days now.  Your brothers were off on their own hunt for once and you couldn’t stop the naughty thoughts that plagued you when you were alone with John.  You knew how wrong it was, how sick and twisted the thought of fucking your own father was but that only seemed to increase your desire not quell it.  

You let your hand slip from your breast to join your other between your spread thighs.  You pumped your two slender fingers harder and faster into your tight slit as you rubbed furiously at your aching clit with your other hand.  There it was, the tingling growing once more, the coil tightening, your body beginning to tense as you felt the pleasure begin to build.  You were almost there, almost, so close.  And then, nothing.  

“Looks like you need some help princess.”  You gasped as John’s deep baritone broke the silence in the room and you opened your eyes to see your father climb onto the bed between your spread thighs.  Your wide eyes traveled down the length of his bulky frame to where his hand moved back and forth along his hard thick cock as it juted proudly from his naked body.  

“Daddy?” The words fell from your lips in a whimpered plea as you tore your eyes away from his stiff length to look up into his lust filled eyes.  He looked different from any way you had seen him before.  His eyes darker, his jaw tense as he stared down at you, his hungry eyes locked between your legs.  

A primal growl rumbled through his chest as he swiftly and suddenly jerked your hands from between your legs and replaced them with one of his own.  His fingers swiping through the slick that gathered between your puffy bare lips.  “Fuck baby girl.” John almost purred as he held his now wet fingertips up to the light to watch them glisten before sucking them into his mouth.  

With his eyes closed he groaned at the taste of you.  “Mmm, so sweet baby.”  He grinned as he slipped his fingers from his lips and brought them back to your needy cunt making you gasp as he slipped his two fingers into your slippery channel without preamble.  “Don’t worry baby.  Daddy is going to help you.”  

Your eyes were wide with shock but the pump of John’s thick digits into your pussy felt so much better than anything you had ever experienced before.  “Daddy.” You moaned as he twisted and scissored his fingers back and forth inside you clutching walls.  

“Fuck baby girl, you are so tight, so wet.” John moaned as his free hand continued to stroke slowly up and down his rock hard cock while he fucked you on his fingers. 

“Daddy please.” You mewled as your hips bucked to meet the meaty palm of his hand.  

“What princess?  Tell Daddy exactly what you want.��  John’s full lips curled up into a smirk as he watched you writhe for him.  

“I need to cum Daddy, please.”  You whined as both of your hands moved to grab and squeeze roughly at your breasts.  

“Oh yeah?” John chuckled as he kept his fingers moving at a steady pace, neither hard enough or fast enough to get you off.   “You want Daddy to make you cum?  You want to cum on my fingers,”  John leaned over you, dipping down until his lips just brushed against your own, “or you want to cum on my cock?”  

Your breath caught in your throat, your lips almost aching to feel your father’s against them.  You tried lifting your head to kiss those lips your were aching for but John moved back just enough that he was out of reach.  Your bright need filled eyes locked on his as he awaited your answer.  

“Fuck me Daddy please.”  Your answer came out a breathy moan.  “I want to cum on your cock.”  

John’s mouth crashed against yours with enough force to shove your head back to the headboard.  His fingers left your cunt and brought a whimpered cry from your throat that was muffled by your father’s lips. His big hands gripped hard at your hips as he hauled you further down the bed until he had your ass resting against his thighs.  Without breaking the kiss John linned the thick head of his cock against your weeping slit.  

“You still a virgin baby girl?” John asked breathlessly as he tore his mouth away from yours to peer into your eyes.  

You bit your bottom lip nervously and your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as you slowly shook your head.  John’s eyes narrowed and anger flashed across his handsome features for an instant before his fingers bit harder into your hips and he impaled you suddenly and completely in one quick thrust that ripped a scream from your throat.  

Your slick walls quivered around his hard length, they burned and ached with the stretch around his thick girth.  The pain mixed with  the pleasure of being so unbelievably full and you found yourself bucking to meet each John’s thrusts as he drove into you mercilessly.  

“Goddamn baby, you feel so fucking good.” John panted as he railed into you with wild animalistic need.  

“Yes Daddy, yes.” Your screams of pleasure echoed his grunts to fill the room with a pornographic melody.  

John had never felt anything so perfect before. You were so hot and tight wrapped around his throbbing cock.  Your wetness spilled around his shaft to drip down to his balls as they slapped against your ass.  Your hot little cunt was like a glove, pulsing and squeezing at his cock and he knew he couldn’t last long.  

“C’mon princess, be a good girl and cum all over Daddy’s cock.”  John groaned as he slid a hand between your bodies, his rough calloused fingertips finding your sensitive pearl and rubbing with expert timing to work in tandem with his pistoning cock.  

You could feel the pressure building again, but this time it was different.  This time felt more intense than anything you had ever felt before.  The heat was spreading out from your core like a wildfire threatening to consume every part of you. You clawed at John’s muscled arms as the flames seemed to grow hotter and hotter until your head snapped back and a strangled cry ripped from your chest as the pleasure exploded white hot, making your vision blur and your muscles lock as you the orgasm crashed through you.   

“Fuck, that’s it baby.” John grunted as your cunt clenched around him so tightly it was almost painful.  

John’s own body began to tremble as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm as he chased his own.  Two more thrusts and John went rigid above you, his back bowed as he moaned through clenched teeth.  His hips bucking as he filled you to overflowing with his hot sticky seed.  

John collapsed against you as he struggled to catch his breath but quickly rolled to his back as not to crush you.  He was quick to pull you into his side, placing soft kisses to the top of your head as he held you close.  You both lay together for several moments as your heart raced and you both finally caught your breath.

“So, who do I get to kill?” John finally hummed as he looked down at you.  “Who touched my little girl without my permission?”  He asked as he gently stroked your cheek.  

You giggled as your bright eyes peered up at him from beneath your lashes, you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you grinned. “You can’t kill him Daddy.”

“Why the fuck not?”  

You ducked your head, hiding your face into your father’s chest as another giggle spilled from your lips.  You peeked up at him as you whispered softly. “Because it was Dean.”  

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Good Business: Part 4

Fandom: Marvel (Mob AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a ruthless mobster. He’s also referred to as Big Buck due to his towering strong frame as well as his round stomach. You’re the owner of a small diner, a place that Big Buck decides to visit. Based off this drabble.

Bucky parks the car in the movie theater’s parking lot. As soon as he’s out of the car, he rushes over to your side, opening the door and helping you out. You mumble out a “thank you” and he replies with an enthusiastic, “You’re welcome.” You’re curious what’s got him all giddy. 

You follow him into the building and he gives a nod to the kid, a greeter at the door, “The theater’s all set for you, sir,” he says.

“Thanks, kid!” Bucky hands him a twenty dollar bill and then places an arm around your shoulder, “C’mon, sweet cheeks.” and he leads you to the concessions. Gesturing to the menu, he asks, “You want a drink? Popcorn? Candy? A hot dog?”

You giggle out, “Calm down, Bucky.” You then turn to the young girl behind the counter, “I’ll take a popcorn and water.”

“Butter?”

“Yes, please.” you move to get your wallet, but Bucky stops you.

“It’s already covered for, sweet cheeks. Don’t worry about it. Besides, I wouldn’t let you pay regardless.”

You roll your eyes at the mobster and he leads you to the assigned theater, “I’m perfectly capable of paying for myself, Bucky. Or should I call you Big Bucks, Mister I-Like-To-Flash-My-Money-Around.”

Bucky bites back a grin as he replies “One, I don’t flash my money around. These kids work hard and don’t get paid enough. I’m helping them out. Two, my ma would pull my ear if I didn’t pay on a first date.”

You snorted, “This isn’t a date, Bucky.”

“Sure it is,” you follow Bucky to a row right in the middle, friends and family already settled into their preferred seats, “It’s a friend date,” he says with a wink, “Excuse me, sweet cheeks, I gotta make my rounds and greet people. I’ll be right back.” he grins your way and he goes down a few rows to greet his people and their families. You watch curiously as Bucky doesn’t put on his mobster facade at all. Instead, he’s smiling and jovial and looks rather at ease with himself. It’s a nice sight to see. 

“Hey, Y/N,” you look up to see Steve, surprisingly, dressed down. He’s no longer sporting the typical suit and tie, but a maroon henley and some jeans. To be honest, you thought he looked good. Really, really good. However, you knew that Sharon was harbouring crush on him and you couldn’t do that to your friend. 

“Hey, Steve. You look pretty good when you’re not in your typical suit.”

He chuckled, “Thanks, mind if I sit?”

“Not at all,” you said with a shake of your head.

Just as he was about to lower himself into the chair, Bucky’s voice bellowed through the theater, “ROGERS, YOU GET THE FU-FUDGE OUTTA MY SEAT!” his tone sound malicious however the wide smile on his face lets everyone knows it’s more of a playful manner. 

“DON’T SEE YOUR NAME ON IT!” Steve hollers back, which makes you and people in the theater chuckle.

“YOU PUNK! I PAID FOR THESE SEATS! THEY ALL HAVE MY NAME ON IT!”

Members of the Barnes mob hollered and whooped for their boss, playfully mocking Steve, which resulted in him getting up and moving to the seat on your other side, “THERE! HAPPY?!”

“JUST KEEP YOUR HANDS FROM MY GIRL AND WE’LL BE FINE!” he then goes back to a conversation with one of the member’s husbands. 

Steve then looks at you, “You his girl?”

You snort, “He wishes!” you’re hoping that the dim lighting in the theater hides the sweat that’s beginning to form on your face from the embarrassment, “Speaking of girls, when’re you gonna ask Sharon out?”

The question takes Steve by surprise and chokes on some popcorn kernels. You quickly grab your water and hand it to him, he chugs nearly half of it before he’s breathing correctly again. 

“S-Sorry.”

“No, no. I’m sorry, Steve. It’s my fault. And you don’t have to answer that anyway. I-I was just teasing,” you look at him with regret and guilt in your eyes. 

Steve sighs and wipes his mouth, handing you back your water, “I, uh, I don’t-Sharon and I aren’t like that. We’re friends. Only friends.”

You narrow your eyes at him and slowly look away, “Whatever you say, Steve. Whatever you say.”

Someone sits on your other side and you’re ready to greet Bucky, but it isn’t Bucky at all. Instead, it’s one of his men, Sam.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greets you with a toothy grin. 

You chuckle and greet him back, “Hey, handsome.” After Bucky started coming by the diner, a few of his other members started to come by too. Steve was one of them and Sam was another. Although, he tried to turn up whenever his boss wasn’t around. You two had a playful, flirty friendship.

“Is Steve boring you, Y/N? ‘Cause you and I both know that I can show you a much better time.” he puts an arm around you and wiggles his eyebrows making you laugh. 

Bucky, hearing you laugh, pulls his attention away from one of his member’s kids and to you. He sees you smiling and laughing with Sam and Steve and his heart drops to his stomach. You’re never like that with him. He frowns and it’s clear that he’s upset. 

“Uncle Buck?” Lila, Clint’s daughter, calls back for his attention. Thankfully, the lights begin to dim, signalling that the movie is about to start. 

Bucky gives a small smile to Lila and ruffles her hair, “Sorry, kiddo. Looks like I gotta go. Enjoy the movie, mkay?” he then moves out of the aisle and back towards the aisle he left you. Sam is now sitting in the back with Nat, a bag of popcorn resting on his lap.

He sits down beside you and you give him a shy smile, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he mumbles focuses his attention on the screen, completely ignoring you the entire time. 

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After the movie was over, everyone stayed behind for another hour to just catch up and hang out. As soon as the credits rolled, Bucky shot out of his seat and marched out of the theater. You gave Steve a questioning look and you were responded to with a shrug. Since Bucky wasn’t around, you decided to stay at Steve’s side. He introduced you anyone and everyone you encountered. Many asking if you were indeed “Big Buck’s girl”.

You replied with a polite smile and shake of the head, “No. He’s just messing around. We’re just friends.” 

You’d inform people of your diner, what you loved about it, what you loved to bake, some funny customer stories, etc. You even interacted with the kids that approached you, telling you random stories and facts about themselves. 

Bucky had come back after everyone was ready to leave. He reeked of cigarette smoke and looks a bit disheveled, “Ready to go?” he asks you disinterestedly. When he moves his head to the side, you see the faint red stain of lipstick on his neck. Did he seriously leave you alone for an hour just to fuck someone? What the hell?

“Sure,” you mumble to him and then wave good-bye to the people you met, saying how nice it was to meet them, and that you hope to see them at the diner. 

When you get to the car, Bucky doesn’t open the door for you like he did earlier. You can feel the tension rolling off him. One minute, he was fine and the next, he’s pretending you don’t exist! 

“What’s wrong, Bucky?” you asked apprehensively.

“Nothing,” he replied with a deadpan expression. 

You’ve never had to deal with this kind of attitude and behavior from him before. It kind of hurt. Despite him saying it was nothing, for some reason, you felt like he was mad at you and you genuinely didn’t know what you did wrong.

“Okay,” you muttered mousily. Deciding to focus on your hands resting in your lap. 

Twenty minutes of tense filled silence passed and you were back at the diner. The nightly crew were now there, Scott and Sharon gone. You practically jumped out of the car, not a second after Bucky parked. You slammed the door shut behind you, not sparing a word or glance towards Bucky.

Bucky immediately drove away, his tires screeching against the pavement. He slammed his hand on the steering wheel over and over again, he was fuming...and it was all because of you. 

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Hooked On A Feeling Ch. 2

When Hiccup and Astrid realize they’ve never hung out alone before, they decide to change that. And how do you better spend time with your Good Friend than by playing Mario Kart all night?

[Chapter 1: Come A Little Bit Closer] [Chapter 2: Fooled Around And Fell In Love] [Chapter 3: Go All The Way]

Crossposted on ao3 and ff.net

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Hiccup needed to pee so badly.

Ever since he’d dozed off earlier, he’d become more uncomfortable by the minute. He really didn’t want to leave his position now. It had taken him so long to shuffle ever closer to Astrid again and his whole slow process of inch by inch would be lost. But another painful pinch from his bladder later, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Pausing the game mid-race, he put his controller to the side, moved to sit up, and did the next without thinking. He leaned over, kissed Astrid on the cheek as if it were the most natural thing in the world and left to the bathroom.

As soon as he’d closed the door behind him, he froze, eyes wide as saucers. What had just happened? Why the hell had he done that?!

Only his bladder was able to get him to move again and after he’d relieved himself, he began pacing through the bathroom.

He couldn’t just go back now; it would be so awkward. He’d just ruined the night. Maybe he should just stay in here forever or sneak out the window and never come back. But his Switch was still here and he couldn’t just jump from the second floor.

It shouldn’t even be that big of a deal. They were good friends – best friends, even. And it was just a kiss on the cheek. But for some reason, it suddenly felt like so much more.

Too afraid to go back and face her reaction, he continued pacing back and forth, then in circles, then he lay face down on the floor with a loud muffled groan. He didn’t know how long he’d been in here by now. She must be thinking he was either taking a very huge dump or that he’d fallen asleep on the bowl.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he chastised himself, accentuating every word by banging his forehead on the fluffy carpet.

The knock on the door made him wince. “Hiccup?” Fuck. “Everything okay?”

He scrambled to get up, mussing up his hair in an attempt to smooth it, and opened the door, leaning as casually as possible against the frame. “’M fine.”

“Right,” she frowned and pushed her bangs out of her face. “Do you want to go outside for a bit? Take a walk, clear our head of… the tiredness?”

“Yes,” he said maybe a little too immediately. Some fresh air while walking through the dark where they couldn’t see each other’s face very well sounded so much better than sitting next to each other in a stuffy room after such a terribly awkward situation.

They donned their coats and left the house. The cold air hit their faces, cooling the blood that was still rushing through their veins.

Astrid was glad that she’d taken the time to go back to her room to get her warm hat and mittens while Hiccup had been waiting for her outside. In the soft light of the moon reflecting off the snow beneath their feet, her breath condensed in front of her face. Wiggling her toes inside her boots to warm them up for the walk, she switched on her flashlight and tested the range of the light cone. The batteries should hold for a while.

They walked down the quiet street, only the flashlight and a few lamps here and there illuminating their path. It had stopped snowing for the most part, a handful of stars blinking in the sky in-between thick clouds. Her light reflected off the sign that informed them they were leaving Berk, right over the smaller sign pointing in the direction of Raven Point Lake.

For a while, neither of them talked. Astrid was rather glad about the silence that was only interrupted by the snow scrunching under their every step, still a little flustered by this new tension between herself and her friend. She was wondering if her heart was beating that fast because of Hiccup or because she’d had way too much sugar and caffeine. It was probably both.

She watched him from the corner of her eye, taking note of the thoughtful lines on his face. Was he having similar thoughts, maybe overthinking everything in true Hiccup fashion, or was she the one attributing too much importance to every interaction?

“Look, I’m vaping,” Hiccup broke the silence and exhaled a large cloud of breath.

Astrid snorted. “Wow, I’m amazed. I thought you were contemplating the meaning of the universe just now, but turns out there is a hamster inside your brain running backwards on its wheel.”

“His name is Sharpshot, because he’s such a sharp shot,” Hiccup said. “He’s a hamster that knows how to run backwards, that must count for something.”

“You’re not funny.”

“Astrid, I can see you grin.”

She switched off her flashlight. “No, you can’t.”

Naturally, he tripped only the blink of an eye later. But instead of faceplanting into the snow, which would have been pretty hilarious, he got hold of her arm and saved himself. “I don’t want to walk straight into the lake,” he declared and held onto her.

“I can still push you or lead you right into the water.”

“Nope, I’m smarter than you,” he claimed and let go of her arm to fish his phone out of his pocket and turned on its flash. She cursed the drop of her stomach at the loss of his touch.

“Cheater,” she huffed and switched her own light back on. When Hiccup put his phone back into his pocket, there was a tiny victorious smirk on his face which she deliberately chose to ignore.

They turned one more corner and reached the lake. The water was black and smooth as glass, the reflection of the moon nearly undistorted, only a few snowflakes softly creating miniature ripples on the surface. They trudged down the path along the shore, leisurely passing the ghosts of people jogging during the day, families on their Sunday stroll, sniffing dogs and their shivering owners, and the occasional old couple watching the commotion from one of the benches now covered in ice and snow.

There was that look on his face again, the one that creased his forehead, paled the many freckles on his skin and drenched his eyes in a darker color. She didn’t like it, had always felt like there was something wrong with the world when a spirit such as Hiccup’s could be pulled out of the sky by something stronger than gravity.

She’d seen a variation of that look before, albeit a much heavier, soul-crushing one, not quite two years ago. And now she couldn’t bear it either.

“How’s your mom doing?” she tentatively asked.

He looked up as if surprised she was still there, in the world outside his own head. “Mom’s doing fine.” The creases were gone and he playfully kicked at a frozen clump of grass, and Astrid wondered if he had even realized he’d drifted off into his own galaxy there for a moment.

She bit her lip and, for the first time since it had invaded her head, voiced the thought that had been sitting in a corner of her mind for months and had only come out again recently. “I’m sorry. I feel like I haven’t been there for you enough.”

He stopped walking. “Where is this suddenly coming from?”

“Well…” she shrugged, searching the lake for words. “We realized we’d never hung out alone before. That makes me think that I probably also wasn’t there for you enough when your mom was, you know…” Almost dying of cancer. Even she wasn’t brave enough to say it out loud, for she hated what it did to the life in Hiccup’s eyes.

He regarded her for a minute, then gave her a reassuring smile and continued down the path again. “Don’t worry. You were actually the most helpful, you know.”

“Really?” She caught up to him and frowned, remembering several incidents where she probably could have been more tactful, blurting out bold words before her sensitivity could join the party. “How so?”

“You didn’t pamper me or act like I was a bomb ready to go off any second. You were real with me when everyone else pretended that everything was fine. I don’t think I ever said thank you, so… Thanks.”

The sincerity in his voice warmed her from the inside, untwisting the knot there, and she punched him lightly on the arm. “You’re welcome.”

He pretended to be hurt but the twitching corners of his mouth betrayed him, so he quit the dramatics and draped an arm over her shoulder. “I’m glad you’re my friend.”

When she glanced over, she was caught in his smile. It was so genuine and soft and so close that she couldn’t think of a witty comeback on the fly, so she just nodded. “Me too.”

They had slowed to a stop, standing there in a halfway hug. As if it had waited for the invitation, the weird sexual tension from before snuck back up on them, dashing down the path and enveloping them with a thousand volts that gave Astrid goosebumps all over her arms and back.

Hiccup was the first to clear his throat and step away, rubbing at his neck. She brought the light up to his face, illuminating his skin, and she wondered if it was red from the cold or something else.

Her own runny nose and numb cheeks reminded her of the cold as well, inciting a longing for her fluffy socks and warm, cozy bed. “Let’s head back.”

“Good idea, my toes are freezing off.”

“Rather your toes than your fingers,” she said before shaking her head, competitive grin back on her face. “Scratch that, I can beat you faster if you lose your fingers.”

“Milady!” Hiccup mock-gasped. “That’s so cruel. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah, you did.”

He shrugged and nodded. “Okay, yes, I did.” When he bumped her shoulder with his own, she retaliated by shoving him, making him stagger precariously. He caught himself and used his momentum to come after her, chasing her down the path. Laughing, she ran ahead of him, back to the street, and scooped up a handful of snow that she hurled at him the moment he turned the corner. He’d anticipated the attack, though, and ducked just in time to avoid being hit in the face. When he came back up, his hands were already forming a snowball, and the game was officially on.

They reached her house completely covered in white. Hiccup’s hair was wet from the snow she’d showered him with after he had stuck a handful down the back of her shirt, and her mittens were soaked.

After she put their boots next to the heater and hung her jacket, she still felt the adrenaline from their battle coursing through her. When Hiccup was tugging at his clammy socks, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Just letting you know that I’m going to the bathroom.” She even winked for good measure before she left the room, his eyes burning through her all the way down the hall.

Not much later, they were lounging on her bed again, warm and dry and competitive, drinking their energy drinks and handling their controllers as if it was second nature at this point.

“How’d it go at Doctor Mala’s?” Hiccup broke the silence after a while of concentrated racing, only to backtrack right after. “Um, sorry. You don’t have to answer that if it’s too personal.”

A quick glance reassured him she was smiling, not glaring at him ready to strike. Asking the friend you’ve prior to now never spent time alone with how their visit at the dermatologist went probably overstepped some kind of line.

“First of all, why wouldn’t I tell you? You’re one of my closest friends.” Upon him opening his mouth to object, she added, “Even though we never hung out alone before now. I don’t define my closest friends by that kind of bullshit argument. Second, she said all my moles look fine. Nothing to worry about.”

He hadn’t even noticed the tension in his shoulders before they relaxed at her words. With her family history of skin cancer, nothing to worry about was music to his ears. “That’s great. Both of what you said.” He bumped her elbow with his and earned her immediate complain.

“Hey, jackass! Are you trying to force me off the road?!”

“That’s the plan, Baby Peach.”

All she did in response was grumble and he was sure the name Waluigi was mentioned in the same breath as a few of her favorite swear words. The smile on his face was wiped clean, though, the second he took a look at the current positions of the characters and cursed. “We fucked up, Astrid. Look who’s up front!”

“What?!” She leaned forward and smacked her hands complete with controller on her crossed legs, exasperated. “Not him! He’s the most boring one!”

“Well, step on it, milady! We can’t let him win!”

For the next few races, they actually worked together to bring Mario down a few positions, burying their rivalry until he was defeated. After that, their truce was dropped immediately.

During a break in-between races, Astrid stretched her arms over her head and Hiccup had to avert his eyes when her shirt rode up a few inches and revealed a patch of skin right above the waistline of her sweatpants. The cute noises she made while stretching and yawning at the same time didn’t help at all and he felt his face go very warm.

“I don’t know about you,” she yawned, “but I could kill for some hot cacao right now. You want some?”

“Hm-hmm.”

“Sweet.” In one motion, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, stood up and bounced on her toes. It took him a bit longer to get out of his comfortable position, tired as he was, so he accepted her outstretched hand gladly. He blamed it on his lack of sleep that he didn’t let go right away, allowing her to pull him out of the room before dropping her hand.

The kitchen still smelled of pizza, even though one window was slightly ajar. The underfloor-heating warmed his feet and for a minute he considered warming up a piece of the pizza. But he decided that would require too much effort. Instead, he was content with watching Astrid grab two mugs from her cupboard, fill them with milk and cacao powder and put them in the microwave.

She, too, had briefly considered eating more pizza. But her mind had gotten sidetracked when she’d looked over at Hiccup and found him staring bleary-eyed at the food. Her inner voice screamed cute so loudly, it drowned out every other thought.

She had to force herself back to her task at hand, which was to prepare the hot cacao, not to drool over the sight of her suddenly hard to resist friend. Sure, he’d always been adorable, but right now, when she looked at him in her kitchen in the middle of the night, wearing pajamas and leaning against the fridge like he belonged here, her heart began racing in her chest like it was a Mario Kart player and her stomach felt like it was zooming over Rainbow Road.

Where was all this coming from all of a sudden? She tried figuring out if she’d always felt this way or if it was just now developing at rapid speed, but she wasn’t capable of thinking clearly at the moment; she was way too distracted – and tired. Her fingers started twitching against the mugs as she put them in the microwave and set the timer.

For a minute, she watched the porcelain spin slowly as the invisible heat waves did their thing. When she turned around, she found Hiccup regarding her through sleepy eyes, and a sudden urge, spurred on by her raving heart, set her muscles into motion.

Before she could think about it, she crossed the space between them, grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked his lips down to hers. The muffled sound of surprise got stuck in his throat as he completely froze against her. When several moments had passed and he was still imitating a statue, the rational part of her brain caught up with her. This had been a very bad idea.

The ping of the microwave suddenly brought life back into Hiccup. He pulled back from her and awkwardly shuffled out of her grasp that left his shirt crumpled where her fist had held onto it like the tattered end of a rope dangling over a bottomless abyss.

“Oh, look at that,” he exclaimed, voice a little too loud, and dedicated his entire focus to the microwave and its content. “The hot cacao is done. Ow, and it’s hot!” An awkward chuckle escaped him while he fumbled with the mugs, avoiding looking at her at any cost. “Who would have thought, right? That hot cacao is hot? Not me, certainly.” He made a face as if he’d just bitten into a big lemon and regretted it deeply.

Astrid didn’t regret anything – but she had to admit, certain decisions of hers hadn’t played out very favorable. For once in her life, she should have thought before taking action. Her knack for impulse decisions had finally come to bite her in the butt. She knew Hiccup, and she knew he was going to avoid the whole topic for a while until he felt like the awkwardness of the situation had cooled down, and then he was going to avoid ever talking about it again.

But she wanted to talk about it. Because her impulses didn’t just happen, they were based on instinct. And her instincts had given her the impression that there was something between them tonight, a tension that certainly couldn’t have been only one-sided. Or was that just wishful thinking?

Her thoughts racing, she quietly followed Hiccup back to her room. Neither of them said a word as they settled back on the bed, quite some space between them. They sipped at their chocolate drinks and stared at the TV for a while until Astrid couldn’t take the uncomfortable silence anymore and exchanged her mug for her controller. Hiccup followed her lead and soon enough they were back at insulting each other over the game.

Astrid almost let out a sigh of relief when the awkward tension from earlier dissolved and made way for their usual playful banter. At some point, they would have to talk about what happened there in the kitchen, but for now, she was content with kicking his ass at a video game that he was way better at than she would have liked. He was serious competition and somehow, that sent a shiver down her spine as her lips tingled pleasantly.

After every race, the amount of liquid in their mugs became lesser and the final races came closer. They were head to head at the top of the ranking list, too far ahead of the rest of the characters to be outrun by anyone anymore. It was just her and Hiccup fighting for the ultimate victory, for the pride and bragging rights that came with it, and the privilege of receiving an extra Christmas present.

She tipped her head back to chug down the last of her chocolate, put her mug away and reached for her controller to start the next race, when Hiccup suddenly leaned towards her.

“Hold on,” he mumbled and lifted his hand to her face. “You got some foam right there.” His brows furrowed in concentration as his finger gingerly stroked over the skin at the edge of her lips. She didn’t dare to move when he hesitated to pull his hand back.

His fingers wandered further, every micromotion leaving fiery tingles in its wake. Her breath hitched when his skin touched her lips and lightly traced over every line and curve, with undivided attention to first her lower, then her upper lip. Transfixed, she didn’t realize she was leaning forward until he moved his hand to her neck and brought his face closer to hers, equally mesmerized.

This time, he didn’t freeze. The first brush of lips was chaste and hesitant, like he was testing the waters, as if her blatantly kissing him earlier hadn’t been obvious enough. When she leaned more firmly into him, signaling him that she wouldn’t reject him, he grew more confident, burying his other hand in her hair, pulling her closer. She sat on her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He tasted like liquid chocolate, and when she slid her tongue along his lower lip, there was something else sugary, something more artificial – energy drink. Her heart was pounding, pumping blood through her veins that she was sure was made of sheer viscous caffeine.

Her chest felt like it was flooded with molten caramel, powered by the rush of soft lips meeting hers over and over again, of teeth colliding, followed by a breathy chuckle and a new approach to get it right. She tilted her head a little further and goosebumps broke out over her neck when the hand in her hair wandered lower to join the other.

Trivial concepts like time and space became irrelevant. If sleep hadn’t been pressing against the insides of her temple, she’d have embraced the idea of staying like this forever.

But, as bubblegum had been teaching humanity for ages, every bubble had to burst at some point. This particular one was maliciously speared by the razor-sharp tip of the pike that was her alarm clock.

She almost bit her tongue – or Hiccup’s, because who was to say at this point – in an effort to scramble up and get to her phone. She knew it was somewhere on her desk, discarded underneath various folders and clothes she’d thrown there while half-heartedly cleaning her room earlier that day. And there it was, blaring her latest favorite metalcore song, buried underneath a t-shirt and an old bra. After a few hectic swipes of her thumb, she shut the alarm off and shoved the bra back underneath the pile of chaos.

“Sorry, forgot to turn it off.” Blasted mood killer at seven in the morning!

When she turned around, though, she doubted Hiccup had heard a word of what she’d just said. He was sitting there staring in her general direction through foggy eyes, dreamy smile on his face. She settled back next to him, shoulder to shoulder, and experimentally said, “I really think Baby Peach is the best character of them all, seriously. And Waluigi? I’d do him, if you know what I mean.”

His elaborate answer consisted of an absentminded hum as his eyes never left her profile. Very nice, she could work with that.

Without further ado, she took her controller, leaned more comfortably against Hiccup and started the next race. She didn’t say a word, just concentrated on the game, a shrewd smile on her face. It wasn’t as if she was hiding anything from him. He just didn’t pay attention, and she wasn’t going to let that opportunity go in favor of her victory looming on the horizon.

It took him an embarrassing time of two laps around the race course to notice.

“Hey!” he complained, finally returning to planet Earth and grabbing his controller. “Now who’s the cheater?!”

Her grin only grew wider. “What am I supposed to do when you’re too busy staring at me?”

“How about ‘not cheat’?!” Waluigi slowly joined the race, his cart jerkily moving across the bumpy grass where he’d been catapulted by the other racers passing him on their war to victory.

“I wasn’t cheating,” she said with as much sweet innocence as she could muster, fully aware he wasn’t buying any of it. “I thought you would notice that the game was back on.”

He huffed and feigned being offended. “You did that on purpose. Is everything you do just a trick to make sure you win?”

“Of course. I thought you knew that by now, slowpoke.” And with that, she crossed the finish line. Despite his best efforts, Hiccup came in last, unable to make up for the distance even the slowest character had on him at this point.

With the advance Astrid had just gained, it was impossible for him to beat her now, and two races later, she threw her hands in the air with a cry of victory.

“YES! Eat my dust, losers! See that, Waluigi? I won!”

“Why do you have to say Waluigi’s name like it’s an insult? He would have destroyed you if you hadn’t cheated.” Hiccup pretended to sulk, but her cheery demeanor was contagious.

“Because Waluigi is…” she put her chin on his shoulder, “a big…” the hand holding her controller poked his cheek, “ugly…” it poked his forehead, “loooser!”

Hiccup pouted but she could see the corners of his mouth twitch. “You’re really proud of this, aren’t you? Winning in a family-friendly video game that children could play?”

“Don’t even try and play my victory down, loser. You know it’s an achievement.”

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “You saying winning against me is an achievement? Because you’re right, it is. Not in your case, however, ‘cause you cheated, Baby Peach.”

In retort, she poked him in the side and watched with satisfaction as he winced. She repeated the motion and he continuously flinched away from her, until he grabbed her hands and pushed them away from him. “Stop tickling me, you’re defiling your already spoiled victory!”

“You said yourself that it’s not possible to cheat on Mario Kart.” Despite his efforts to keep her fingers at bay, she didn’t even think about giving up and pushed against his defense. “Hence, I won fair and square.”

“Can’t cheat in the game but can manipulate the other players. Fair and square my ass!”

“Are you trying to make me your enemy, loser?” She threw herself against him, successfully breaching his defense and tackling him to her bed for the second time that night. Once again, she felt the warmth of his body radiate through his clothes, could count the freckles on his face and admire the green of his eyes. This time, however, she didn’t get overwhelmed and push him off the mattress. And neither did he.

His arms enveloped her and pulled her closer until she was pressed down on his chest and her face was buried in his shoulder.

“Hmm,” he mused, “somehow, I feel like I won something, too.”

“You’re more cheesy than our pizza,” she told his shoulder, voice muffled against his shirt. Struggling against his hold on her, she tried to sit up, but he just tightened his arms around her.

“Nuh-uh, you’re not getting away! Ow!”

Kicking her knees into his bony legs seemed effective so she continued until he retaliated by jabbing his fingers into her sides. Now she was the one twitching from his attack, trying to escape while uncontrollable laughter filled her lungs and took her breath away.

After more than 24 hours of living on zero sleep and the adrenaline level built up by the caffeine crashing down, it wasn’t long until they both ran out of energy. Sitting up took a lot of joined effort, but it was worth it when she was leaning back against him in his loose embrace, his chin resting on her shoulder.

Outside her window, trees and roofs stood out as silhouettes against the dark gray sky. With every passing minute, a new detail appeared in the growing light. Soon enough, the first beam of golden fire glistened on the white mantle, illuminating the few silent snowflakes coming down from heady heights.

It was so comfortable, the picture so quiet and peaceful, the human blanket enveloping her so warm and cozy. The weight of her eyelids became heavier, the urge to succumb to sleep ever stronger. The land of dreams was calling for her like a siren singing for a poor sailor on his ship.

“You still awake?” the voice of her blanket mumbled.

“Hmm.”

The blanket stifled a yawn. “Do you think we would have ended up here sooner if we had hung out together much earlier?”

Astrid needed a minute to make sense of the words, her brain as foggy as the wafts of mist traveling through the fields outside her window. “Dunno, maybe. But for what it’s worth,” she opened her mouth wide for a yawn so long she almost forgot what she wanted to say, “but for what it’s worth, I always thought you were cute.”

The blanket chuckled and she could feel the low vibrations against her back. “I think I prefer sleep-deprived Astrid over regular Astrid. She says nice things to me.”

“Shut up.” For more she wasn’t capable. The talking blanket helped her lie under a different blanket and removed the socks from her feet before it settled back next to her.

“Sleep tight,” a voice she somehow associated with love songs, caramel and snowball fights whispered in her ear, and it was the last thing she remembered before she fell asleep.

The first time she woke up, she had trouble making sense of her surroundings. She was wearing her sweatpants and comfiest bra to sleep and there was someone sawing logs inside her room. Blinking her eyes open just a crack, she immediately closed them again against the light shining through her window like it was trying to blind her.

After a minute of orientation, she traced the lumberjack back to the extra body in her bed. With a groan, she half-heartedly shook it and complained, picking up an equally half-hearted sleep-filled apology before she felt the body change position, and the lumberjack was gone.

The second time she woke was when a heat wave broke out over her body. Her legs were cooking in her sweatpants and her bra was sticking to her skin. With closed eyes so they wouldn’t get burned by the light, she wiggled out of her pants and sat up to remove her bra, then teetered over to the window like a drunk person to open it a small crack.

When she settled back on her pillow, heat finally under control, a long arm sneaked over her waist and pulled her closer. Somehow, that new heat wasn’t that bad, and sleep pulled her back in.

#httyd #hiccstrid #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #ff #fanfiction #modern au #fluff #maja writes #mario kart

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request by @s-trawberryv-eins : Please can I request a Bucky x Banner/Stark!reader fic? Angst with a happy ending please. The two are dating but want to keep it a secret out of fear of her father disapproving. Hiding it gets really hard and they fight all the time; maybe even hit the breaks. Her dad finds out and after getting super mad he calms down and eveything works out? This is weirdly specific I know, apologies if it sounds dumb :)xxx

A/N: This was so much fun to write! I’m so excited to finally get my first fic of the decade out. Thanks to @mr-skyline-r34 and @queensevansackles for letting me bounce ideas off y’all and being my no. 1 bitches ily

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author: abby

words: 2311

song I’m listening to: take a chance on me - abba

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

For the last year and a half, you’d been with the Avengers as a hacker and spy. As the 25 year old love child of Tony Stark and your mother, working alongside the man was both a dream and a tension fueled nightmare. Guess that’s where you got your attitude and anxiety from. 

The team itself was your new family. All the boys were like big brothers to you, protecting you at any cost. Nat and Wanda were your best friends and your sisters and helped you get over your initial fears of being on the team

And then there was Bucky.

For the last six months, you’d been in a relationship with the former Winter Soldier. The sweet, kind, soft hearted man had stolen your heart the moment you met him. The two of you had flirted constantly throughout the entirety of your friendship, stealing glances, flittery touches, and shamelessly teasing one another. 

After one particularly gruesome mission, ending with you in the medbay with several stab wounds, Bucky finally had decided to change the meaning behind your relationship. You were hesitant to tell Tony, knowing their past had some pretty low lows. You’d convince Bucky to keep it a secret for a while until you knew you were ready to be open about it. 

But now, Bucky was getting frustrated. Whenever you became scared of someone finding out, Bucky would try and convince you it was time to tell the team. But your fear of what your own father might think caused you to pull back and not let it get too serious. While the two of you fought often, it would always end with you both apologizing and moving on. But not tonight. 

You and Bucky had been hanging in your room, it was in the late hours of the night, to be sure that no one would see you. As you rested against Bucky’s chest watching a movie, he softly said, “I love you, Y/N.” 

You shot up in your seat, eyes wide and your heart racing. “What?”

“I, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck while he looked at you with soft eyes. “I love you.”

You put a hand over your heart to try and steady its erratic beating. “Bucky,” you whispered, voice tightening in panic. “I can’t.” 

You loved him, you know you did. But if you said it, then you were open like a wound, and after everything you’d been through, you didn’t know if you could handle getting hurt again. 

“Is that why you don’t want to tell people we’re together? Because you don’t love me?” his face scrunched in hurt and anger.

“James, of course not,” your body trembled.

“Are you embarrassed of me? Is that it? Can’t stand anyone else knowing that you’ve been screwing around with the Winter Soldier? With a monster?” he spat out in anger.

“Is that what we’ve been doing? Screwing around? For six fucking months?” you asked incredulously.

“Well, that’s what it feels like Y/N! For Christ sakes you can’t even tell me you love me,” his voice cracked as it’s volume rose higher and higher. The pain behind his emotions melting through like a hot rod to cold metal.

Tears welling in your eyes, you took a step closer to him. “James,” you spoke softly. “You know how I feel about you.”

“Do I?” An angry tear broke free from his own eyes. “Because this all kind of feels one-side.”

You reached out to touch his arm, ready to confess every feeling under the sun to him, only for him to flinch away. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t just sit here hidden from view when all I want to do is show you off to the whole world. I can’t be with you anymore. ”

And then was gone. His large frame stormed out of your bedroom and like the ending of a book the door slammed shut with no room left for more words. The sound echoed through your space, leaving you with a shuddering sob in its wake.

The first twenty-four hours after the fight, you didn’t leave your room. Shadows loomed in front of your doorway, some asking for entry, others uneasy with lack of confidence. A cloud hung over your bed, mimicking your state with the bright sunshine outside. At some point, the days just seemed to drag on. Now closed curtains made time disappear and left you with your thoughts. It’s all your fault. Why can’t you just be more open? Maybe you’re the monster. It wouldn’t lasted anyway. He never really cared about you.

Your eyes burned, dry of emotion after four days. You were in a dark place, but life without him was dark. He doesn’t want you.

Your stomach wretched, muscles adjusted to the curled up position you’d kept your self in. The harshness of the fluorescent lights of the hallway made you want to crawl right back into your cave, but you ran out of your secret stash of food yesterday. Shuffling your sock-cladded feet into the kitchen, you didn’t even look up as you headed to the fridge.

“Y/N?” You winced at the familiar voice of your estranged father. With a grimace on your face as you shuffle through to-go boxes, you finally speak for what feels like ages.

“Hey pops,” you managed to get out, voice tight from sobbing.

“Kid, what the fuck?” Tony pushed off his seat by the counter making his way towards you. “Why have you got yourself locked up in your room?” You sighed.

“Tones, I don’t really wanna-“ he cut you off.

“Can you please just tell me what’s going on with you? This is the first time you’ve left your room in four days. You won’t answer anyone’s texts, you’ve won’t open your door. Hell have you even said a word while you were in there? Everyone’s worried about you.”

“Not everyone,” you mumbled.

“What the fuck is supposed to mean?” You met Tony’s eyes with your sunken ones. Your face the slightest bit paler in the harsh light.

“Look you’re not going to be happy.”

“Y/N, you’re my kid. I know it’s only been a short time that we’ve gotten to know each other, but you can always tell me anything. I wasn’t much of a father before because I didn’t know. Let me be a good one now.” He put a hand on your shoulder, nodding encouragingly. You sighed.

“Bucky and I have been dating,” you rushed out, nerves getting the best of you. “For the last six months. But we broke up a couple of days ago.”

Tony’s jaw clenched, brows furrowing in anger, hand slipping from your arm. About of thirty seconds of silence passed before he spoke up.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“Tony-“ you started.

“No, this is a joke,” he scoffed. “There’s no way you were dumb enough to date Barnes.”

“Excuse me?” you asked incredulously. “I am a grown ass adult. You need to watch what you say next old man.”

“Y/N. Bucky is a dangerous, unsteady person. Who knows when he’ll break next? Sure Shuri fixed him, but how do we know for sure.”

“Anthony Stark. You know better than to make those accusation about that man. He has saved your life countless times and mine. Bucky is an amazing man who has been through so much shit I can’t even begin to imagine. He may be dangerous, but he isn’t to me. He deserved every goddamn thing the world has to offer. He has the gentlest heart and the sweetest soul and is the dumbest person in the world to want to be with someone like me. I love that man with everything I’ve got. And now because of my fear of what you would think, I’ve lost him.”

Tony took a step back, his hand going to his chest like you had just shot him, whispering in disbelief, “You love him?”

“More than I can handle sometimes.”

Tony shook his head in disbelief, moving his hand to his forehead to smooth out his eyebrows. He turned and left the kitchen, saying, “I need a minute.” And then he was out of sight.

You covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly as the steps of your father disappeared down the hall.

“You love me?” A gruff voice behind you spoke, causing your spine to straighten and your body to turn.

“Bucky,” you started softly, eyes wide with newly formed tears in your eyes. He looked no better than you did, standing as if the weight of the world had been on his shoulders for days. He held his finger in the air, pausing your words.

“Shh,” he stared at you. “You love me?”

Having never said the words out loud to him before, of course you were nervous. But once you looked in his eyes, the steel blue pools of emotion you’d often found yourself drowning in, you knew there had never been a truer statement.

“I love you,” you smiled softly, stepping closer to him. You let the tears fall freely and quickly now. “I can’t breathe without you.”

Bucky’s lips slowly melted into the sweetest smile you’d ever seen, eyes brighter than the stars outside. He rushed to you wrapping his arms around you quickly, crushing you against his chest. He tried to calm you as sobs trembled through your body. You arms wrapped around his middle tightly, relieved to find yourself there again. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner,” you mumbled against his chest. 

“Baby,” his voice strained out. “I don’t care about that. I shouldn’t have rushed you into saying it if you weren’t ready.” His arms tightened around you more, bringing you completely flush against him. “God, I’m so sorry honey. I hate making you feel like this.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you sighed, pulling away to lay a hand on his cheek. “Just have me back please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Darlin’,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss you. “You didn’t even have to ask.”

His lips pressed into yours and you almost passed out from all of your emotions. You could never get used to just how good those soft delicate lips felt. He pulled away, your lips chasing his, and grabbed you hand. 

“Come on,” he tugged. “I wanna cuddle you all I can until the rest of the team finds out.”

Hours later in your bedroom, Bucky and you laid in your bed once again pressed flush against each other. With his arm around your back and your head on his chest, your fingers danced across his peck as the both of you softly talked about everything and nothing. 

Giggling at an offhand comment he made about Sam and the bourgeoisie, you tilted your head to kiss the underside of his jaw. His arms tightened around you before pulling you up and sitting up. With a hand on his cheek, you rested your forehead against his. 

“I love you,” you whispered, pecking his lips. He mouth cracked open in that smile that made your knees weak and moved his mouth to your neck, giving opened mouth kisses. 

“Say it again,” he murmured. 

“I love you,” you half-whimpered. His mouth moved to your jaw, nipping slightly.

“Again.”

“I love you,” you giggled out, his mouth finally landing on yours, nipping at your bottom lip. You hummed happily as you opened yourself more to him, pressing closer. You grinded slightly on his lap, causing him to moan slightly into the kiss. 

An abrupt knock at the door cause you to jump away from each other. You felt Bucky sigh beneath you. 

“Y/N can we talk please?” Tony called out from behind the door. You quickly got off of Bucky’s lap and made your way to open the door, ignoring his reaching hands. 

“Hi Tony,” you said softly. “What’s up?”

He shuffled his feet, looking sheepish. “I feel bad about how I reacted, Y/N/N. You’ve been in a bad place and I should’ve been more considerate and tried to help you through it. And you’re right, Barnes deserves a lot more than what he’s been given. Obviously, he’s been taking care of you and I think you too should be together. I was just being a little over protective. If you want me to talk to him and help you kids get back together then I will. Cause you deserve to feel the kinda love you were describing."

“Tones,” you started. “Don’t worry about it please. I know the news was shocking to hear.” Just as you finished speaking, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You smirked a little watching his brows furrow. 

“And thank you for your offer,” you winked. “But I think I got it covered.”

Tony sighed. “Okay you two. Just ease me into the PDA okay?”

“You got it,” Bucky answered, earning an eye roll from Tony.

“And you guys have to tell the team. I’m not gonna be the one who lays that news on them.”

“On it,” you smiled. Tony turned with a scoff.

“Yeah, right.”

After the door to your bedroom closed, Bucky turned you around by your hips and pulled you back to the bed. While he kissed you again, you grabbed your phone and took a picture. 

“What are you doing?” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you quickly typed a message before muting it and putting it on your sidetable. 

“Just giving the team some news,” you smiled, bringing his lips back to yours, moving to lay underneath him.

*meanwhile in the avengers group chat*

Y/N: 1 attachment: we have some news!

Birdbrain: WHAT

Nat: I KNEW IT

Clint: you did not

Steve: Since WhEn?

Tony: I knew the whole time

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