#don’t worry I won’t even try to bind for like a week to try to recover but yeah

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can you do Rook, Malleus and Lillia trying to give period pain relief the old fashioned way

Period Pain Relief~The Old-Fashioned Way | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

They realize that pain is a natural predecessor of the period. Now Twisted Wonderland is not devoid of painkillers and magic meant to sooth your laboring body. But would you know that? No. And the ones dangerously tipping on the edge of their sanity would much rather ease the pain themselves. The old fashioned way:

Lilia Vanrouge 

“C’mon love. Let’s do it my way! I’ll make it better I promise.”

While he may not have had a lot of sexual partners he’s already seen so much

Lived for so long

He’s bound to know the perfect spot to rub and the perfect pace to have you reeling

Blood is no obstacle 

He’s a former general! 

Though your blood is the only kind he’s interested in he doesn’t mind it or eating through it

He’s sure it will help those pesky cramps of yours 

No pain killers needed

Or at the very least distract from it

“Is this better my love? To fill your pain with the pleasure I give you? Want to see if it works all throughout the week?”

“L-il-ah~stop talking!”

“Oh yeah! I agree! It’s a great idea! All week let’s not stop!” 

He’s focusing on your pain right now and getting rid of it

Whether your together or not soothing you is his goal

And that’s almost enough to get him off on his own

He doesn’t even think about the true and core cause of your period

“Hm a baby…that would be nice. To be a papa again….what would you say about that Mama?”

“Forget it Lilia! This is a one time thing.”

“Sure sure until next month! And the rest of your life.”

Malleus Draconia

“Soothing your pain is a necessity but the root of the problem still remains!”

“I..don’t follow.”

“Your body burdens you because of your empty womb. Naturally the best way to resolve it is to fill it.”

He doesn’t believe in simply plugging the leak he prefers to drain the lake

Aiming to impregnate you once he gets a hold of your cycle’s schedule

Obliterating Your pain aside he’s binding you with him forever

No mirror or pesky pest that takes your attention away can take his place as your child’s father as his wife

The period is a sugarcoated excuse to do it

He’ll take your refusal and delegation as human-fear

Are you worried he won’t fit 

That you won’t be prepared 

About the future

No worries he’s Malleus Draconia

Your Tsunotarou

He’ll prep you properly, he’ll fund everything, he’ll even put a ring on your finger to make it official

In the end he’s here for you him

“M-Malle~hmm we can’t…it won’t~ah~”

“Shhh hush my child of man! Hng~our child is the true solution to keeping you beside me forever.”

He doesn’t quit care that it will return after the pregnancy but if your smart you’ll know his exact solution

“Then I guess we’ll just have another.”

“What?! I can’t handle that! I can barely handle one!”

“Fear not my treasure! My magic will soothe your pain.”

“You have magic that can do that…?”

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you use it before!?”

“I wanted a child with you and the period that plagues you would have ceased. This is what you would call a ‘win win situation.’”

Rook Hunt

“Oh mon Dieu! Please my ma beauté ultime! Ma délicatesse magnifique, let me bring you comfort!”

If you relent or are in so much pain you can’t explicitly refuse him he’s giving his aide

Blood is nothing to him

That’s not true 

Its everything to him

he delights in the carnal satisfaction he has when his mouth is drenched in it

Like the predator he aspires to be he stalked you, warded off interested parties, and has finally pounced

Free to indulge in your flavor

The forbidden that only comes once a month

“Mmm parfaite!”

“Rook~Don’t talk just~eek”

“Ah I understand! Smeck~ <3 Forgive my neglect.”

Hours upon hours 

He’ll happily stay between your legs

Sending a second of a glare before he lets up 

You’ll regret interrupting his feast

Studying your biology to know you inside and out

He realizes he could stop your period for 9 months

He plays with the idea

But ultimately decides he has more work to do

Your cage isn’t quite ready yet

“Rook I’m tired and I’m not in pain so can we stop?”

“Non non! This hunter’s got a ways to go before I tire my amour!”

“But I want to sleep!”

“Go ahead! When you awake I’ll be right here with you!”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere x fem reader #yandere lilia #yandere lilia vanrouge #yandere lilia x reader #yanderes #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus #yandere malleus draconia x reader #yandere rook hunt #yandere rook x reader #yandere rook #yandere twisted wonderland x reader

[snailmail444]

Alex x Reader 🙈

All Tied Up

18+ 💚 NSFW 💚 MDNI

Alex x Reader

It’s the way I have been absolutely possessed the past few days. I’ve been in a huge writing slump but then the new year hit and my brain just. Decided to function? We’re riding the wave folks we’ll see how long it keeps up lol.

ANYWAY! Enjoy the third fulfilled ask in a week. I hope y’all aren’t sick of me yet lmao. NSFW under the cut and remember MDNI

“Are you sure you can’t break these?” You ask, pulling at one of the knots binding Alex to your bed.

Alex stares up at you, all big green eyes and still-confident smirk. “Even I can’t do that. I’ll prove it. But you don’t have to worry baby. It’s no sweat, I can behave.”

He flexes and you watch the veins in his arms protrude as he turns his wrists this way and that, trying and failing to find any give in your handiwork. A flush burns down your face, and your throat feels dry as you eye him up and down—large and muscular and completely at your mercy.

You would have never thought that Alex and his body builder physique would be in such a submissive position. Naked, spread eagle and tied to your bedposts, muscles taught and cock flushed. Laid out for you to devour however you please.

You run your palms up his chest, and his skin is hot against yours, smooth and solid as you work your way up. His pounding heart startles you, feeling how fast and hard it’s beating in his chest. For a minute you stall, feeling the strong rhythmic thump, and almost ask if he’s alright.

Almost, except you can see the way his cock twitches and precome beads at the tip just from your idle touches. You haven’t so much as breathed on it, yet it’s straining so hard already it’s obvious his heart rate isn’t due to nerves.

You straddle him, fighting your cocky smile away, and purposefully maintain eye contact as you suck one of his nipples. Alex instantly forgets his restraints, jerking an arm and making the bed-frame rattle. He was right—the knots aren’t going anywhere.

He pants out a heavy breath, and you hide your delight as you lavish attention on his other nipple. You won’t tease him for too long. Not this first time, anyway.

You push your hips back as you skim your teeth along his shoulder, making sure to rub it in that you can touch as much as you want by stroking up his ribcage, down his sides, along his arms.

Only a little more teasing, you think as you glide your wet cunt across his cock, pretending to have trouble guiding it in as you squeeze it’s base and coat it in your arousal.

“Ahh, please,” he whines, hips bucking as much as the pitiful give in his binds allow, “baby I can’t.”

“What happened Alex? It was no sweat what, two minutes ago? Not even?”

He opens his mouth to respond, and you stop him by sinking all the way down on his cock. His hands strain, and you can tell by the way he’s flushing and tossing his face to the side he’d be hiding in his hands to mute the stuttering moan that falls past his lips.

You don’t give him a moment of respite, electing to ride hard and fast. Without the use of his hands Alex can’t modulate your pace. Typically he’d slow you down, keep you steady, but now you’re allowed the free rein to completely ruin him.

“Ah, w-wait,” he huffs, hips twitching and grinding like he might be able to make you listen to him without using his safe word.

It’s too bad you aren’t in a listening mood.

He can’t take it for too long, biting his lip and breathing in stuttering gasps while he tries to stave off his orgasm.

“Ba-aby, I—“ Alex’s voice cracks, “I’m not gonna—hah—I’m really—“

Either he can’t hold himself off anymore, or he realizes you’re not going to listen, because Alex’s babbling ceases as his back arches and he comes with a whine, his muscles straining and flushed down to his chest.

Your cunt throbs as you slow down through his orgasm, gyrating against his hips until he stops twitching. He’s starting to catch his breath, and you bite down on a smile as you pick up the pace, watching as his face twists up.

“A-h-ah—you—I—“ his voice is a squeak, stopping abruptly as he feel you continuing to rock against his soft cock. A low-grade hum buzzing out of his chest continually as you ride him relentlessly. When it doesn’t stop, you finally still.

“Safe word?” You ask, stroking his cheek and feeling the heat of his skin against yours.

“Nuh—no,” he gasps out, bucking into your cunt despite the way it makes him cry out.

You smirk. This is going to be a fun night.

#stardew valley #sdv #writing #stardew valley fanfic #sdv fanfic #asks #sdv alex #stardew valley Alex #alex x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv smut #stardew valley smut #oneshot #drabble #stardew valley imagines #n.sfw //

[peachesvanilla]

Dancing with a stranger

description: A red string binds soulmates together, it never breaks or cut or dies down. In a world of pure love and hookups, what if your soulmate turns out to be the person you least expected? What if that person is your professor? Amidst desperation and constant reminder of the red string tying them together, will it get its happy ending or ends up in chaos or worst, with a hook up.

pairings: Baekhyun x reader (a surprise pairing if there's gonna be another part)

genres: angst, soulmate au, professor!Baekhyun, student!reader, age gap

warnings: unedited

taglist: @archernarbeta

part-1

I thought pain was getting scolded by my parents till high school, getting low grades till now. Failing in classes, falling behind everyone is the worst thing one can imagine, no, I can imagine. Never once have I thought that waking up one day to find out I won’t ever get my happy ending will feel like the world crashing.

If soulmates aren’t bound to be one then why are they soulmates? Why will there be a red string attached like a dreaded reminder? 

Ten year old me dreamt of holding hands with my soulmate after reading the fairy tale and walking into the happy ending just like the two soulmates in the story. Red string wrapping around us, air filled with magic, happiness and love. 

Fifteen year old me dreamt of crashing into him and falling into his arms like my parents. Maybe seal the divine meeting with a kiss. Perfect meet. One for the books. 

But as imaginative and hopeful one can be, life always throws you off track. Before him every pain I went through falls short. It ain’t even a single scratch compared to getting ignored by him. 

“Aren’t you coming to class?” Hyejin asks once again, concern written all over her face. “I know what you are going through but,” she holds my arm, “you can’t abandon everything. You need to pass his course to get into another semester.” 

I break away from her touch, sucking in a deep breath. “Yeah. I’ll come.” My voice breaks no matter how hard I try to act strong. It doesn’t matter anymore. He doesn’t care and now I don’t either. Going to the class must get easier now since a month has passed. I can sit in the class, look at him and not feel like dying. I haven’t known him for twenty one years and I can live without him for another forty. 

Hyejin perks up from getting a positive response. “Really? For real you are going to come into the class with me?” She holds my hand again, a bounce in her legs. “Thank god, I am so worried seeing you pine on him for weeks. I am happy you are getting back on track.”

I nod and she continues giving pep talk. “He ain’t that..” she trails off scratching her temple, “hotshot for you to waste your time on?” 

I snort, who is she kidding? There must be millions of girls ready to give up their soulmates if they can be with him. Even if it’s for only a single day. The girls in his cabin in the pretence of doubts but to just gawk at him some more. 

I flip onto my stomach away from Hyejin, blinking my tears away. The red string glows up the brightest it has ever been. I hate you. 

—

Fellow students standing outside the classroom gasps beside me, cupping their mouths and eyes shining brighter than the sun. I follow their gaze only to end up shattering all the courage I piled up. Mr.Byun is walking down the hallway, streaks of midday sunlight falling on him through the windows bringing out his fierce features more. Sharp eyes trained straight on the classroom, hair perfectly styled yet his authoritative steps makes a strand fall out onto his forehead. 

Hyejin groans and I look down at my shoes, dirt at the edges. We are different. Different age, different world and different perspectives. I can’t do this. I need to go. 

Mr.Byun walks past us before I can slip away and reminds us, “class is starting.”

I turn around and leave. Not today. Some other day I’ll be indifferent to everything about him. 

The red string around my little finger glows brighter, the string stretching more and more as the distance between us grows further. 

I read about the reason behind the sudden glow on the internet after yesterday’s sudden glow. It happens when the other person is thinking about you, not just a mere thought but borderline obsessed. 

I stop in my tracks, staring at it. Why? Why does he think about me when he doesn't even pay attention? It’s the second time. If only I can cut it off or tear it off or make it disappear then the pain will be less. There won’t be any hopes rising. His existence won’t hurt as much. 

—

“You can’t mop around your entire life!” Hyejin slams my room door open. It hits my wall, rattling the photo frames hung on it. “Do you think you are the only one going through it? Getting rejected by the soulmate is so common that the government had to set up campaigns and promote the benefits of being with soulmates.”

I flip over to my right side covering my duvet till my head. I can’t have another day spent listening to her giving a lecture. I already had enough from my parents. 

“God! I can’t with you.” She huffs, dragging my duvet away. “Wake up for fuck’s sake.” 

“Language!” My mother screams from the living room. 

She bites on her tongue before dropping on top of me. I groan under her weight. “You should consider yourself lucky, what if you went into the relationship and broke it off because he can’t understand your jokes due to the age difference. Who wants an old man anyway?”

“Get off.” I shove her to the side and bury myself deeper into the duvet. “We are destined to be, Hyejin. Do you know what that means? Even if he doesn’t know current trends, he will understand what I am feeling, what I am saying and what I,” I sit up, the duvet falling off my head. “am going through. The pain, the heartbreak, everything, everything. I know he knows what I am feeling now and what I want,” I raise my little finger, “because this doesn’t stop glowing.”

Hyejin's face softens, holding my hand she strokes my palm tenderly. “But baby, I heard it goes two ways. You are thinking about him too aren't you? That might be—”

“No.” I shake her hand off me, “you don’t understand. It's not one way. I know he wants to be with me. If not why would he be waiting till now? He could have hooked up with someone,  anyone. He can have girls with a snap of his fingers. But he didn’t.”

Hyejin flinches, averting her eyes away from me. “About that,” she sucks in a deep breath, “this isn’t confirmed but some student claimed that she saw Mr.Byun kissing some woman last saturday.”

“W-wha..” My lips quiver, tears falling down in an endless stream blurring my vision. “I-I do-don’t.. what?” 

She holds my palm pressing it firmly. “And,” her eyes soften as she says, “he wants you to meet him tomorrow.”

It’s too much. Everything is hitting me at once. Finding him, rejection, kissing another girl, wanting to meet. What is he really thinking? I close my eyes, sucking in a long breath. Is there any hope? I don’t think there will be any left. What if he meets me tomorrow and finds me attractive even a little, causing him to change his mind? But he is kissing someone else. That isn’t confirmed yet. 

I clutch my head, too many thoughts, and yet can’t come to one conclusion. Is he, is he playing with me? What if the rumour is true? It hasn’t been that long and yet he is looking for hookups? Does age play that important role? It’s not like I’m an underage girl. 

“You need not have to go.” Hyejin breaks in my train wreck of thoughts, saving me. “You can skip and just bear with him for two more months and we will be done with the semester.”

“I need to think about it.” 

“You don’t have to push yourself.” She pats my hair down. “Just move on from him and,” she points her thumb at my computer, “stop searching for soulmate reconciliation stories. Everyone’s different.” 

I nod not really listening to her. Should I meet him or not? 

—

I pace around the hallway, biting my nails while sneaking anxious glances at the closed cabin door. The cabin area is eerily silent today, amplifying the sound of my heart beat. What if he changed he is not there or worse what if he is occupied with some other girl. 

The door to his cabin opens up with a squeak, startling me out of my anxieties. “Come in.” Mr. Byun leaves the door open, not before his eyes run all over my face. Did his eyes turn droopier than they have already been. 

He sits on the edge of the table, clasping his hands on his lap. His shoulders sagged, a small smile on his pink lips and bags under his eyes. His entire room smells of a mix of vanilla and something stronger than the delicate vanilla.  

“Have a seat.” He pushes the chair beside his legs, patiently waiting for me. 

I settle down on the chair, waiting for him to speak. Please be good news. Tell me you are going to be my man. Please. Please, I beg fate with my entire heart in utter desperation. 

Mr.Byun gives a painful half smile like he heard my prayers. “How are you doing?” 

The unimpressed thin line of his lips, his jumpy attention from me to the door leaves me with scenarios bugging my mind. Why is he constantly looking at the door? Does he want me to leave already? Or is he scared someone might walk in? 

The thought alone leaves a sour taste in my mouth, my chest feels stuffy and my heart doesn’t slow down for a second. I clutch the chair handle in hopes of some support will help me in staying still and not lose my sight and ball up. 

Mr.Byun frowns at my hand holding the handle, he chews on his lower lip. “Are you okay?”

“Why did you want to meet me, Mr.Byun?” I level my voice, straightening up and faking my confidence. I can’t let him see more of my pathetic state than I already displayed the last few days. 

He blinks in surprise, opens his mouth and closes a few times. He sighs, his shoulders slouching and addresses the main reason he called me in for. “I felt like a jerk after treating you harshly when I.. when we…” his eyes fall on his pinky finger, the red string comes to life, to the other end wrapped around mine, “found out.” 

His voice falls to a whisper like sharing a secret even the walls shouldn’t hear. My heart tears a little on the edges. 

“Only then?” I raise my chin, looking straight in his eyes. “What about now?” 

He averts his attention to the wall behind me. “You need to understand me too, kiddo. We are like years apart,” he flails his hands around lost in explanation, “I wasn’t expecting this, more like, you to be my partner.”

My heart tears more and more with every word leaving his mouth. 

He gasps realising his true feelings slipped out. “I-I.. didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just read somewhere that fate pairs people who complement each other.”

He slides down from the table, his thigh brushes my arm in the process. My heart tingles at the touch, a wave of calmness spreads across me, my shivering hands pause. I close my eyes feeling the peace even for a second. 

I opened my eyes, surprised to see him standing close to me, staring at my hand. He shifts from one leg to another, cupping his mouth with one hand and holding his waist in another. Did he feel the same too? 

Will he feel a little different about me now? 

Mr.Byun walks away from me, running his hands through his perfectly styled hair. “We don’t complement each other.” 

I stare at his back, the tips of his hair poking his neck, the hints of broad shoulders when he flexes his hand, the perfectly tailored suit to his body proportions. No matter how I look at him, he is the one filling every check of the person I imagined my soulmate to be. 

“We don’t.” I lied. 

He doesn’t say anything and just stands near the door of his cabin. I dip my head, a few tears fall onto my lap. This is the end, isn’t it? He wants to have the last talk and end everything. 

“We can’t be together,” his voice is barely a whisper. “We are standing on opposite sides, kiddo, we can’t ever cross our paths.” He turns to me, leaning on the door. “This isn’t meant to be. We aren’t meant to be.” 

I nod. 

“I hope you find someone with whom you can live happily, without any constraints.” Please stop talking. “You can find love outside too. There are so many who did.” 

“That’s for me to decide, Mr.Byun.” I draw the line. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He rubs his nape, “yeah. I… wish you happiness. And please attend the classes and submit assignments. Extra credit assignments won’t be of any help anymore considering your score now.” 

I nod. 

“Do you have anything to say?” 

I stared at the side of his neck which became visible from his movements. “Cover your hickeys.” 

I pick my bag and march to the door. He gulps. “Move.” I ordered. He does. “Asshole.” Tears cascaded down my cheeks and didn't stop till I reached home. 

That night I decided to erase the line I have drawn around me. I sent a text to my friend. 

Wanna go clubbing? 

#baekhyun #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun drabble #byun baekhyun #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun fanfic #drabble #angst #exo #exo fanfic #exo drabble

[looseratinthegarage]

if its not against the rules, can you do jason, bubba, thomas and michael with a gn s/o whos like flippy from happy tree friends?

S/o who is like Flippy from Happy Tree Friends

Thank you for your request!! It was so fun to write! I had never heard of Happy Tree Friends before yesterday, so I might not have written it very accurate… but I did some research and tried my best! I wanted to post last night but got too tired to finish it T^T I hope you like it!! If it’s not what you wanted then message me :3

TW: Slight gore, mild language

Jason

Attacking Him

•the first time it happened Jason panicked

•he had no idea why you were trying to kill him!?

•the best option in his mind was to knock you out, so that’s what he did

•when you came to, you were tied down to the bed, to insure both of your safety’s

•he rly doesn’t like hurting you y/n! T^T

•you were able to explain to him what happened and why

•he hugged you and ultimately understood… well kinda

•after that he tried to keep you away from your triggers and calm you down when you went berserk

•often tying you up somewhere and offering food, from a safe distance of course def doesn’t put venison on a stick

•that seems to chill you out….

Attacking campers

•now if this was your first time flipping out, and it was on campers not him, expect so many questions-

•the sight of you being near campers… well let’s just say his soul almost left his body

•He was so worried for your safety!!

•but when one of the teens throws a popper at the ground…

•well you make mortal combat look like a kids show

•the loud noise brought back some traumatic memories…

•but after the chaos and bloodlust he’ll sooth you and rock you in his arms

Bubba

Attacking Him

•Tears and distressed squeals

•he’s absolutely terrified

•he goes running to his brothers in a panic not knowing what to do

•most likely drayton will knock you out with his broom-

•once you come to, Bubba won’t be near you

•you have to explain what happened to the other brothers

•nubbins will relay the new information to bubba

•and once he feels comfortable enough he’ll come check on you

•once he sees that your normal again he’s going to be crying all over again

•though happy tears!

•he’ll hug, snuggle, and kiss the lights out of you-

•pls don’t scare him again… I don’t think he can handle more stress….

Attacking Victims

•Still scares him, but not as bad

•panics a bit

•will def grab you in a bear hug and not let you hurt others or yourself

•he tries to keep you away from triggers and things that will set you off

•to Bubbas dismay, if a victim escapes Drayton will ‘let you loose’ in his words

•often times triggering you and pushing you out of the house

•you will go feral on said escapee and handle the problem rather quickly

•when you regain control Bubba will be searching you for wounds

•even if it’s a little scrape or bruise he’ll freak out

•he’ll angrily squeal at his brother and pick you up

•he would take care of you and snuggle you in bed

Thomas

Attacking Him

•Betrayal

•instant betrayal

•would tie you to the butchers table

•he’d go running to his mamma and cry to her

•Luda Mae was actually the one to suggest you might not be able to control it

•this helped Thomas calm down a little bit…

•he left you there for the night, he rly didn’t want to T^T

•in the morning when he went to check on you, you had dried tears on your face

•you were panicked, why were you here!?!

•Thomas told you want happened and you apologized profusely

•he undid your bindings and hugged you

•he was just so relieved that you didn’t hate him

•expect him to be extra clingy for a couple of weeks

Attacking Victims

•a mixture of anxiety and arousal

•he finds it hot that you can take care of the family too

•but on the other hand he rly doesn’t want you to get hurt

•after your murderous high he’ll look you over for any injuries

•he’ll hold you close and whisper praises in your ear

•simular to Drayton, if a victim escapes Hoyt will send you out

•he calls you an animal, Thomas doesn’t like this very much…

Michael RZ

Attacking Him

•There’s no getting around it, he was pissed

•how dare you attack him? The only reason you're alive is because he lets you! def not a total lie, he love u

•he was going to stab you, but then looked into your eyes

•I’m sorry to disappoint but he didn’t not stab you because of love

•don’t get me wrong, he adores you!!!

•But he didn’t kill you because he saw the look in your eyes

•emptiness

•he could relate to the flash of murdery needs

•he figured you couldn’t control it and grabbed you

•he sat down on the floor and restrained your limbs, bringing your back to his chest

•he would sit there for as long as you needed to calm down

•once you did, he would just kinda walk off and do his own thing again

Attacking Victims

•your mans is frustrated not mad just frustrated

•that’s his jobbbb stooppp y/nnnn

•basically a whiny bastard

•yet also relieved you can kick ass if you need to, it makes him rest easy when away from you def doesn’t find it super hot or anything…

•after your PTSD flashbacks he doesn’t really think you’d need to be comforted

•I mean, he kills all the time, if anything he probably thinks your feeling good

•but if you voice that you need to be snuggled or babied then he would happily begrudgingly do so

#horror #slashers #slasher community #texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #friday the 13th #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt #halloween #jason voorhees #slashers x reader #michael myers #rob zombie michael myers #thomas brown hewitt #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer #predator x reader #freddy krueger #nightmare on elm street #rz michael myers #slasher #yautja x reader

[dear-departed]

Damn O'driscolls (FTM Reader)

Desc.: Being an outlaw, you partner with Colm. It bites you in the ass, and now, Dutch has you in his claws. Welcome to the gulag, get gelded. Slight y/n used once.

Word count: 1.15K

Genre: Misc. Shitpost?

Character(s): Dutch Van Der Linde, Bill Williamson, Arthur Morgan, little cameo from Lenny Summers and Uncle.

Curse that damned Colm O’driscoll. It was supposed to be a partnership, just a lone outlaw working with a gang for the cut of the profits- that's all. And that’s all it was, until a shot nicked your shoulder. None of the O’driscoll boys looked back as your horse sped off, spooked by all the sudden gunfire.  

And so here you are, tied to a tree at the Van Der Linde camp, after being dragged in by none other than Arthur Morgan himself.  

They’d been starving you for what felt like months, though you knew it was only a week or two. They gave you just enough care for you to not die. The ropes around your wrists had begun to dig into your wrists, to rub them raw. Maybe they’ve even begun to bleed, but you can’t tell, too tired and hungry to care. You’re unsure as to what hurts the most, your stomach, your throat, your head, your feet, or your wrists. The back of your shirt had come untucked, riding up your back as the sharp, unforgiving bark of the tree you’re tied to relentlessly stabs into the tender flesh of your back.  

You glance up at Arthur, “please, c’mon, I swear, I know nothin’!” you plead with him. He grabs you by the collar of your partially unbuttoned shirt. “Speak, boy! ‘bout your gang!” he demands. You bare your teeth at him, glaring, “I can’t! They ain’t my gang!” you exclaim. Being the only weapon, you have, you try to reach down and bite him, but you’re a little too sluggish to reach his hand before he yanks it away from you.  

Dutch crosses his arms, “you’ll tell a lie, but never the truth.” He scoffs. “There’s only one way for us to get anything out of him, boys.” He speaks. Bill marches up near the side of you, staring into your eyes with a mean glare. If looks could kill, you’d certainly be a dead man. Bill’s eyes are dry, almost matt, the whites of his eyes irritated and red.  

“Geld him.” Dutch says simply, with a smirk. He scissors his fingers toward Bill.  

Panic rips its path through your veins as you begin to thrash and squirm in your bindings. “H-hold on now- listen, no-”  

Dutch slaps you hard on the shoulder with a chuckle, “they’re only balls, boy!” He begins to unfasten your belt, then your pants, saying something about Roman men or whatnot, but everything just sounds fuzzy. You try to kick away his hands, to no avail, simply only kicking up dirt and dust into his face.  

Your pants pool to your ankles, dread pumping in your ears. Dutch and Arthur don’t look down at your crotch, not exactly wanting to look at an enemy’s privates. Bill pulls the gelding tongs out of the fire, the metal glowing in a threatening manner.  

Bill excitedly snaps the red-hot gelding tongs, waves of heat swirling around the metal. But when his gaze goes downward, his expression drops. “Uh. Dutch.” He says, worried.  

“If he won’t talk, then we have no choice, Bill, geld ‘em.” Dutch repeats.  

“Dutch-” 

“What?” 

“...There’s nothin’ ta geld.” Bill mutters, awkwardly holding the tongs near your crotch. You swear he’s singing your public hair the longer he holds it near your thighs.  

Dutch seems frustrated. “What do you mean there’s nothing to geld, you- Oh.” He says as he stares down at your crotch. “Oh- Ma’am, I am... we are so sorry.” He says as he fumbles with your pants, trying to pull them back up.  

“No!” You shout, “I ain’t a ma’am, you’ve got it all wrong!” It’s hard to explain exactly what you are, without seeming crazy to these cowboys, so you dance around the subject. “I was, uh, born with a medical condition. It’s not serious- just means I was, uh... Born with the wrong parts. A birth defect.” You speak. 

Bill, Arthur, and Dutch exchange glances, a mix of bewilderment and shame crossing their faces. “So... ya ain’t a cross-dresser...” Bill says, more to himself than anyone else. You nod in confirmation.  

“I’ve been tryna tell ya’ll for lord knows how  how long. Look’it me, do I got any green on me?” You ask.  

“No, sir, you do not.” Dutch says, examining you head to toe inquisitively.  

“And O’driscolls wear green. L-listen, I just needed money, promised to exchange some of my work for a little bit of the profits- just a regular ol’ outlaw tryna make a livin’.” You grumble out. “Colm... that rat bastard- he told me nothin’ about his next plans, just the job we were doin’.” You explain.  

Dutch simply nods at Arthur, who makes quick work of cutting your bindings. “Get outta here.” Arthur mumbles, shooing you off like a wild animal.  

“No- no no no” You laugh out, wagging your finger. “Colm left me for dead, regardless of if I was part of his gang or not. I wanna grind his gears. I ain’t ever been in a gang before, but... I’m sure working with his mortal enemy and doin’ a hell of a good job at it would be real frustrating for ‘em.” You say.  

Dutch mills over your words in his head for a moment, a smirk crossing his features. He holds a jeweled hand out to you. “Deal. Any funny business, though...” He says, pulling you close as soon as you grab his hand. “And I’ll have your head. We have a saying, friend: we shoot fellers as need shooting, save fellers as need saving, and feed ‘em as need feeding. I’ve got an inkling on what you need.” He says, a low purr right in your face. Then, he pulls away. “Somebody get this boy a meal! We’ve got a new boy, this calls for a celebration, does it not?”  

As the night goes on, you’re sitting next to Bill. He glances at you, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. “Say, boy... Whatever happened to yer... y’know...” He murmurs, pointing to his chest, and cupping his clothed pecs in his hands, not exactly wanting to say it.  

You laugh with a shake of your head, taking a swig of your own whiskey. You unbutton your shirt, pulling apart the fabric to reveal two thick pinkish-white lines beneath your nipples. They’re jagged, with little to no precision. The scars are puffy, parts of it seem a little fresher than others. “Cut ‘em off, all by myself.”  

Bill winces, facing his chest away from you as if you’d do the same to him. Uncle stares at the scars, “goddamn!” He exclaims, “more of a man than I’d ever be... of course- other than that one time I took down a bear with my own two hands.” he says, going off into another one of his long-winded stories of his youth.  

Lenny quirks a brow at you curiously, taking a gulp of his beer. “How’d you do it?”  

You pull out your hunting knife with a flourish, “with this very knife, and lotsa whiskey. Lots of whiskey. I figured if the infection didn’t kill me, the alcohol would.” You laugh gruffly.  

“So... was you born with a deep voice?” Bill asks.  

“No, I had to train that myself. I sounded like a little boy until I was around your age, Lenny.” You recall. “Still look like one... my face doesn’t seem to wanna grow facial hair...” You say, thoughtfully stroking your would-be beard.  

The gang treats you no differently, may that be for the better or for worse, but you aren’t quite sure.  

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #dutch van der linde #dutch #van der linde #bill williamson #arthur morgan #lenny summers #uncle #uncle rdr2 #rdr2 #trans reader #ftm

[onceuponastory]

normal - steve kemp x reader: ending v2

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Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This has mentions of death, murder, cannibalism, serial killers, kidnapping, kissing without consent, restraints, manipulation, blood, and violence. And of course, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler, because those two are warnings all on their own, let alone together. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: So, as most of you know Normal ended with a happy-ish ending all things considered, but I wanted to write an alternate ending where things didn’t end so happily. Just count this as Normal, but the bad ending, hahaha. It’s set during Chapter Seven.

Steve pulls up outside the cabin. As he opens the door for her and helps her get out, Y/N glances at the building. Almost as soon as she does, she wishes she hadn’t. Steve has a creepy ass cabin in the woods beside a ‘village’ in the middle of nowhere. Because of fucking course he does. “Welcome home.” Steve grins. He opens the front door, and the sound of it creaking echoes around the entire forest. Y/N gulps. If there’s anywhere she’s going to die, it’s here. But just as she wonders how quickly she can run away, Steve comes back to her and gently pulls her into his side. “Come on.” He urges. “Our new life starts here.” Warily, Y/N nods and lets Steve lead her inside. A few weeks ago, Y/N was dreaming of starting her new life with Steve. Yet now she’s here, it’s turning into more of a nightmare. “I know it doesn’t look the best, but I promise it’s only temporary, and we’ll be out of here when everything blows over.” He explains, locking the front door behind him. Y/N gulps. Something about Steve is off. Of course, the fact he’s just kidnapped her is a big red flag in itself, but there’s something else that doesn’t seem right. Maybe it’s the way he keeps staring at her, grinning. And how this time, he’s free to do whatever he wants to her.

Once they’re inside the cabin, things don’t look much better. The whole place is dusty, and there’s a weird, damp smell everywhere. When Y/N used to think of how and when she would die, this was not how she thought it would happen. And she definitely did not expect Steve Kemp to be beside her…or the one to do it. But if there’s anything Y/N’s learned from her time with Steve, it’s that life likes to surprise you. 

Steve leads her into the living room, and he places her down on a chair. “Just so you don’t try to run.” He tells her, binding her wrists to the arms of the chair with rope. He stands over her, staring down at her as she warily keeps her eyes on him. All Y/N can think of is the things he’s done to all those women, and that he’s about to do them to her. Foolishly, she trusted him and thought she was safe, even after everything he’s done. Now, she’s going to die alone and far from home. And it’s all her fault. “God, I’m so glad you’re here.” Steve kneels down, tracing a finger along her jaw. The sensation of him touching her after everything that’s happened is too much for Y/N, and she bursts into tears.

“Steve…please don’t hurt me.” She whimpers. “Please just let me go.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He whispers. Y/N still doesn’t believe him. “Now, you just sit there, alright? I’ll be back soon.” He promises, before leaving the room and disappearing out of view. 

And with that, Y/N is left alone and frightened. She keeps a wary eye fixed on the door in case Steve comes back, brandishing a knife or some other way to hurt her. Some time later, maybe two hours or even longer, Y/N hears the doorknob twisting. Immediately, her blood runs cold. What will happen to her now? Yet, when the door opens, another voice sounds.

“CIA! Hands in the air where I can see them.”

“Nick!” Y/N gasps, relief flooding her body. Even though their last time spent together ended on unhappy terms to say the least, Nick still came here to save her. He really must care for her. Even if it’s only a little. But Y/N doesn’t care about their past now. She’s going to get out of here. She’s going to be okay. “Please, help me! I’m in here!” Nick soon rounds the corner. As soon as he sees her, his eyes widen.

“Y/N?” He gasps, and she nods, already feeling herself beginning to cry. At least this nightmare is finally over now, and she’ll be alright.

“Nick, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. You were right, Steve’s insane. He must have tricked me, a-and manipulated me. He’s not who I thought he was.”

“Where is he? Is he here?” Y/N shakes her head.

“I don’t know where he went, but fuck, am I glad to see you.” Nick steps closer, but strangely, instead of coming to release her, he simply stays where he is, his blue eyes looking over her carefully. “Nick. Please, can you take these off?” Silence. Frowning, Y/N asks again. “Take these off, please.” Still nothing. Y/N’s heart rate picks up. Her gut is still telling her that something’s not right here. Yet, Nick is still her only hope of getting out here, so she asks again. When he continues not to answer her, her sense of dread only grows. “Nick! I said I was sorry! Please, just take these off!” She begs, big tears flowing down her cheeks. Again, Nick only smirks at her. When he does finally open his mouth, the words that leave it are the last thing she expects, or wants, to hear.

“I think it’s time we put her out of her misery, don’t you?” Without another word, Steve steps out of the shadows, coming to stand beside Nick. Her mind and heart racing, Y/N stares at them both, too perplexed and terrified to even say anything. Steve chuckles.

“See what I mean? She looks beautiful when she’s terrified, doesn’t she? Like a deer in the headlights.” He muses, and Nick nods with his own smirk. As she watches both men, the only two Y/N thought she truly loved, leer at her, the unsettling feeling in Y/N’s stomach multiplies, becoming all-consuming.

“What’s going on? Guys, this isn’t funny. Let me go, now.” She orders. Nick and Steve simply laugh, sending another chill up her body.

“Sorry, my beautiful Y/N…but we can’t do that.” Steve shrugs. “I do think it’s only fair that we tell the truth, though…even though you’re gonna freak out. Remember when I told Nick it was just like old times, and that I won?” She nods. “Well, that may have been a slight white lie. Back when I was out of prison and working on my business, Nick was just starting out in the CIA, and they sent him to go undercover in the same cannibalistic networks I operated in. It just didn’t work out how they thought it would.” He chuckles.

“What he means is…I met Steve, and realised we have very similar tastes.” Nick winks, pointedly licking his lips as he looks at her. Y/N’s blood runs cold. She’s trapped here with two cannibals. There’s no way she’s making it out of here alive. “Steve graciously taught me everything he knows, and I became his protégé, working with him to learn the trade.” Laughing at Y/N’s horrified face, Steve continues the explanation.

“Thankfully, Nick’s job at the CIA meant we could work together with no risk of being caught, even after his undercover mission ended. When I got arrested, we thought things would grind to a halt, but Nick picked up the business. And I mean every part of it.” Nick smiles proudly. “He has his own MO and everything. From what I’ve heard, he especially has a passion for biting.” Steve looks at her neck with a smirk. “And for dumping the body parts.” As both men stare at her, smirking, the realisation dawns on Y/N.

“It was you?” She asks. “This whole time, we’ve been tracking you, Nick?” Despite how horrified and betrayed she feels, everything makes sense now. Why Nick wanted her off the case, and why they both manipulated her. Even why she’s here now. She knows too much.

“Trying to track him, actually. You never really managed though, did you, Y/N? And that’s because we were always one step ahead of you. You’d come work with me, then I’d tell Nick everything, and he’d make the evidence disappear.” Steve comes closer, kneeling down in front of her. “But you just wouldn’t stop looking, would you? Even when I tried to scare you away. So, we took matters into our own hands, and Nick joined the case, pulling you further and further away from me until we took you off the case out of nowhere. When that didn’t work in shutting you up, we planned this: I’d turn up the flirting and make you think I was in love with you, so you’d come back to me. Then, we’d escape and take you here so we could both deal with you. The plucky profiler, out of her depth and trying to solve a case that put her in danger.” Steve smirks. “If only she knew how much danger she was in. Or knew how deep this really went.”

“You both lied to me?” Y/N mumbles. Despite her feelings of betrayal, though, deep down, she knows she only has herself to blame. Why did she let herself get sucked in too deep with Steve and Nick?

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. You are a beautiful woman Y/N…and we’re going to have a lot of fun together, aren’t we, Nick?” Nick nods. Steve leans in close, cupping Y/N’s chin and wiping away her tears.

“Get the fuck away from me.” She orders. But since she’s tied to the chair, she can’t move anywhere. She has to fight back as best she can. Because if she doesn’t, she’s going to die. Steve presses a kiss to her lips, and angrily, Y/N bites down hard on his lip. When Steve hisses in pain, Y/N simply replies with: “I told you to get the fuck away from me.” 

“There’s no need for that, now, is there?” Nick asks. Before she can even reply, Nick strikes her hard across the face, and a sickening crunching noise fills the air. Y/N cries out in pain, and the pair grin wickedly. “You can consider that payback for what you did to me.” As blood runs down her face, the sound of the pair’s laughter fills the air once more. And it chills Y/N to her core.

“Come on Y/N, what did you expect? You trusted two cannibalistic serial killers, and look what happened. Don’t take it the wrong way, though. You are determined…just too much for your own good.” Steve tells her, getting up and walking over to the kitchen. When Y/N tries to turn her head to see what he’s doing, Nick grabs her face, harshly turning it back to him. She cries out in pain once more, and he smirks again.

“God, Steve told me how beautiful you look and sound when you’re afraid, but I had no idea it was this beautiful.” He grins.

“What are you going to do to me?” 

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re not going to kill you. Well, not right away, anyway. We’re going to sell your meat Y/N. You finally get to see what it feels like to be one of our victims.” Nick leans in close, whispering his next words: “And we finally get to taste you.” Steve comes back then, and to her horror, Y/N notices something small clutched in his hand. A syringe. Her eyes widen, and she tries to wrestle out of Nick’s grasp. 

“Get away from me!” she screams. “Someone! Please help!” Nick’s face twists into one of rage, and he lifts his hand once more. Y/N braces herself for another hit, but before it lands, Steve takes Nick’s place. 

“No, no, no. Shhh….” He whispers. “It’s okay. It’s just something to help you sleep.” For a moment, it’s as if he’s back to the Steve she used to know, the one who she thought loved her. “It’s okay. It’s still me. I’m still Steve.” Now, though, she knows it was only a lie. She can’t believe she fell into Steve’s trap and let herself be manipulated, especially after everything he’s done. As she whimpers and continues to try to worm her way out of Steve’s grasp, she hears him murmur: “Nobody can hear you, anyway.”

“They’ll know I’m missing.” Y/N insists as the metal of the syringe glints in the light. “They’ll probably be breaking the door down any minute now.” Of course, her words are more wishful thinking than a serious threat, but she hopes it works in prolonging the pair’s attack on her. To her horror, though, Nick and Steve simply laugh.

“Oh, the FBI and CIA? Yeah, they’re not coming for you. Nobody knows you’re here, and while I’m still on the case, they never will.” Nick replies, watching as the last of the hope leaves Y/N’s body. As she’s distracted for a moment, Steve readies the syringe, sticking it into her vein. Y/N yelps in pain for a moment, but the feeling of weakness takes over her almost immediately. God, they make these things strong.

“It’s okay, my beautiful Y/N.” She registers Steve’s voice saying. “Just go to sleep.” 

And then, it all fades to black. 

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[electricbluebutterflies]

Garcy + “we’ll see each other again” kisses

PG-ish and also on ao3.

If all goes well, this is only a temporary separation.

Their war is over – exact details a blur for now, too much happened at the same time or overlapping times or honestly sometimes Lucy is vividly reminded that she has the least science-oriented background out of the team – and that means a round of very official deprogramming and documentation before any of them are able to reenter normal civilian life again. Whether any of them are fit to do so is a whole other animal, and-

If nothing goes spectacularly sideways, they’ll all be out and able to make contact with each other again in a week or two. Lucy has her doubts about this.

The timing is something close to unfortunate as far as her personal life is concerned, and what a treat it is to use that description, just weeks since she-

She’s not totally sure what happened, beyond some really good kisses and what she thinks might’ve been declarations of love in a combination of languages she doesn’t speak to that extent. Nothing binding, no daydreams of a future neither of them was sure of at the time, at most moving her hips a little while cuddling fully clothed, at most-

Flynn worries her the most, she thinks in the brief time they all get for potential goodbyes before they’re each presumably hauled off to a separate facility somewhere for questioning. The rest of the team, she knows will get through alright. Her potential partner, on the other hand…

“Don’t do anything stupid,” she murmurs, as if he’s ever listened to such words even from her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Don’t threaten anyone in a suit.”

“That may be-“

“Do you want to survive this or not?”

That’s at least clear enough to make him shut up, and it still amazes her that she has such power over this man, and-

“For you, yes.”

“Good. Then act like it.”

He leans down and takes a kiss, first time they’ve ever done that where anyone else might see and yes there’s a lot going on around them but it’s still strange enough to make Lucy blushy and warm and-

“Won’t be easy,” he murmurs. “But still better than getting stuck… I don’t know where they’d have to put me…”

“Don’t find out,” she replies. “For me. Please.”

“For you,” he repeats. “Always.”

She has her doubts, as they separate, that it will go that well. Flynn is who he is, and she… has basically committed herself to trying to make that dynamic work in the civilian world, which is just a little terrifying, and-

She wants to say something reassuring, but the words aren’t coming and she’s running out of time one last time so instead she takes another kiss, just teasing enough to be a promise, just enough to-

“We’ll continue that in two weeks,” she murmurs as she walks away. “Promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

#ebf writes fic #garcy #queue

[confusionffected]

Where the Hell did I find this?

I said, “Shit. Your. Pants.” You said, you would do “anything” to keep your secret. If you want to convince me that you really are willing to do anything for that, then drop a steaming load into your jeans. I don’t care if you are or aren’t wearing diapers today. You stain your britches, I tell you what else I want, you do it and I get rid of all of the evidence and we never speak another word about this. That is the offer on the table. You know the alternative. What’s your answer?

Oh. Fuck. Me. You are such a loser. I’m going to enjoy this so much, I might need pull ups myself for a while. You’re wearing diapers too? Show me. You fucking devil! Cartoon dinosaurs. And your turd is just sagging there like a huge marshmallow soft dick. Okay! What I want is for the rest of the week, one hour a day, you let me dress you up like a sissy baby and you soil yourself while I masturbate. Four hours as my plaything and you are clear of all debts. I’ll even sign a binding contract to that effect if you’re man enough to sign it.

Thank you so much for accepting my terms. Let me show you to the room we will be using for our hour long meeting. I take it that bag has a few things we can use? Good. I have a few items I believe you can use. Incidentally, I was thinking of pet names earlier. If you don’t mind, I’d like to be called princess and I would like to call you Kitten. This is going to be so much fun. Let’s double time our way to the room.

There you go Kitten. I think the Diapered Alice in Wonderland costume is most appropriate for our first “meeting.” Now, let me get my costume. No peaking Kitten, but feel free to tinkle in anticipation.

TA-DA!!! I was going for bondage horse. Can you tell? Or are you too busy looking at my big red rod? Don’t worry. We won’t touch, as agreed. I’m just gonna see if I can stroke myself off with this ridiculous thing while watching you. Now bend over and show your Princess your butt so I can see you prepare us a nice stinky present.

Oh, I think I might have pulled something. Do you want me to change you or are we just done for the day? I think I’m going to need a minute to peel all this off. I also took care of clean up. They should be here in another hour so… Probably should plan for more time next time. See you tomorrow Kitten.

Thank you for being punctual Kitten. I’ve got a sort of duck costume for you. A kind of gag is involved. Forces you to quack instead of talk. And these web foot booties are just too cute. I guess Kitten won’t work for today though. Anyway, get dressed ducky. If you didn’t spunk your nappy from the last costume, this one is sure to get you humping your soggy huggies. TA-DA!! I was trying way too hard last time. Better to keep with the classics. The shiny underwear is just my personal touch. Now, let’s see Ducky try to lay an egg.

Day three Kitten. Are you excited? Well obviously I am. Hurry in before someone see me like this. Since I’m already in costume, do you mind if I watch you change? I want to tell you what I have planned for today.

[mmorgblackberry]

Creamy stove top mac and cheese recipe

CREAMY STOVE TOP MAC AND CHEESE RECIPE FOR MAC

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CREAMY STOVE TOP MAC AND CHEESE RECIPE MAC

I’ll give you the ingredients for the topping though, in case you’re feeling Goldfishy. The only difference is that I upped the cheese-to-noodle goo ratio so it wouldn’t dry out, and I left off the crushed Goldfish topping. This recipe is an updated version of the macaroni and cheese recipe I made one Thanksgiving. I want it to be deeply flavorful and gooey and creamy and perfect. When I want macaroni and cheese, I want to taste the cheese. It makes a great side dish for Thanksgiving or Christmas as well as a comforting meal any time of year. What Makes This the Best? Nothing beats a mornay sauce-based creamy macaroni and cheese. I’m not advocating for eating this way every day or even every week, but as an occasional indulgence, you really can’t do better than this recipe. All the fats, all the carbs, all the creamy macaroni and cheese goodness you could ever want. Today, I’m here to share with you pure comfort food. Or try this summer salad with roasted apple vinaigrette. Comfort Food.įriends, if you’ve come here today looking for salads or even low fat desserts, I suggest you keep on moving. Although I have to control how much I eat….I guess u have figured it out this recipe is a family delight…… Reader Dottieġ3.4 Recommended Products Not Diet Food. My 8 year old grandson loved it and surprisingly my son and daughter in law liked it as well My husband also likes it.

CREAMY STOVE TOP MAC AND CHEESE RECIPE MAC

I found this Mac and cheese recipe is probably the best I ever made. Watch my creamy mac and cheese web story here. Here I used my old family favorite, medium shells, for the pasta. Enjoy! I make versions of this dish probably more often than I should.

CREAMY STOVE TOP MAC AND CHEESE RECIPE PLUS

Four cheeses including the creamiest cheese of all: cream cheese, plus sour cream and irresistible spicing make this macaroni and cheese recipe a family favorite!įor another twist on stovetop mac and cheese, try my grown-up goat cheese mac and cheese recipe.Īnd if you’re looking for a pasta sauce that is just as creamy but not quite as cheesy, you will love my creamy pasta sauce recipe.įor ease of browsing, check out all of my pasta recipes in one place. You’ll add just a bit to the sauce before adding the noodles which will help prep the sauce - it needs the warning.Be prepared to have your socks knocked off by this creamy mac and cheese recipe. Pasta water is important! It holds all of the necessary starch from the pasta and helps your sauce and noodles bind together. The noodles will warm it right back up, don’t worry. Letting your sauce rest for those 8 minutes or so let’s it thicken just slightly, which will make it the perfect consistency.

CREAMY STOVE TOP MAC AND CHEESE RECIPE FOR MAC

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#Creamy stove top mac and cheese recipe

[an-absolute-trainwreck]

*barely takes off the double sports bra combination used as a pseudo binder for the last few days*

*chest gets wheezy/hurty when I laugh, noticed my breathing was ragged earlier today*

#ITS OFF NOW ITS OFF NOW DW DW #but like holy fuck no wonder I couldn’t climb the stairs without getting more out of breath than normal jeezuz #don’t worry I won’t even try to bind for like a week to try to recover but yeah #won’t make that mistake again #unsafe binding tw #improper binding tw #don’t be like me kids

[ushisrever]

Heyy

It's me again 😅 What you did with those drabbles is awesome. If you don't mind 👉👈 Can you do Sasuke Uchiha?? If so can you make a drabble where he finds out that the reader is pregnant with twin boys?? (making so Sasuke and the reader go way back to their younger ages). If not that that's completely fine! Then I just want to say You are doing such an amazing job and Merry Christmas! 🎄🎄

Pair: Sasuke Uchiha x reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 976

Summary:  You found out that you are pregnant with Sasuke’s child after he left for a mission.  You’re not sure how you’ll get through it

A/n: Hii! So, this is my first time writing a Naruto fic. This is for @moontxz​ request.  I’m not sure if it is anything good, but I hope you like it.  Also, this is also unedited so I apologize.

Make sure Y/n eats well and she doesn’t get into unnecessary trouble.

That’s the last thing Naruto and Sakura heard from Sasuke before he embarked on a journey to do his job.  They are willing to do that since you are Sasuke’s wife.  Also that seems to be an easy job.  It sure seems to be an easy job in the first month Sasuke was gone.  After that, the two known friends of Sasuke Uchiha seem to just find themselves in a bind.

“Hey, do you guys want to eat at that Taiyaki place?” You asked Sakura.

“Taiyaki place? Didn’t we just eat there two days ago?” Sakura chuckled.

“Yeah. But, I don’t know. I’ve been having these weird insatiable cravings and hunger.  I’m always hungry,” You smiled as you cling your arm to her’s.

Sakura simply looks at you and seems to look at you with worry. Even Naruto seems to notice as well.  It’s been about a few weeks already that you’ve been wanting this variety of food that you don’t usually like.  They’re not sure if this is some kind of coping mechanism you’ve gotten. However, you’ve always been used to Sasuke leaving and not returning for months.  It doesn’t seem to bother you that much anymore.

They try to ask you if something is wrong, but you just reply to them with a smile and say you are fine.  Sometimes ,just like Sasuke, you are difficult to read.  They do not know if you’re simply saying what you are saying to avoid anyone from worrying at all. Though, the worry is still there.  Therefore, as your friend, they accompany you with your little food tours around (if you ask for them, but you don’t do it much since you know they are busy).

Though, it seems that the new symptoms did not go unnoticed to you for so long.  When you begin throwing up after smelling cooked fish, you then become a little bit more worried.  There are also times when you feel nauseous as well and end up just staying in bed.  Not to mention, you also remember your monthly period. You’ve been late for quite some time now. Therefore, there is only one answer to that.

You immediately take the test. The test that will answer your questions.  You took about five tests just to make sure.  You can’t believe it.  It’s positive. All of it is positive.

You feel your heart thrumming against your chest the more the information sinks in.  You’re not even sure where you and Sasuke are in this whole baby chapter.  You two haven’t discussed it yet.  You’re not even sure if Sasuke is all aboard in the whole family thing.  He’s always not home.  You are also not even sure if you are ready.

It took you a while to even pull yourself together.  It probably took a visit from Naruto before you finally got to pull yourself together.  You manage to tell Naruto about it and Sakura as well. Though, that’s not exactly where the journey ends.

You never so much yearned for your husband to come back at any moment.  Truth be told, you are scared. You are scared that you won’t be able to do all of this alone.  You try to do what you can to make sure that the baby is healthy.  However, that simple news after your regular check up just had you feeling like you don’t know what to do.

“You’re having twin boys. Congratulations!” The doctor said.

After hearing that news, you can’t even bother to walk home at all.  You just end up sitting on a bench at the small park in front of the hospital.

“So, two babies, huh,” you muttered to yourself as you put a hand over your bump.

You’re not blaming your babies ever. You will never do that.  You are excited to see them, but you can’t help but just worry.  You do not know how you can handle taking care of two babies all alone. You know for sure how difficult it is to take care of a baby. How much more difficult it’ll be if it’s two babies? You’ll get through it.  You are sure of that. You just really hope that you have your husband to help you.

“So, two babies, isn’t it?” You hear a familiar voice.  You look up and you gasp at who is in front of you.

“Hello, my love,” he says with a soft smile.  You on the other hand can’t help but just tear up.  You eventually just broke down.

He immediately sits beside you and wraps his arms around you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he gives you a light pat on your back as you cry on his chest.

“We’ll do this together.  I won’t leave your side,” he said and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“But..your work,” you managed to say.

“Don’t worry.  I’ll figure something out.  Let’s first just focus on Itsuki and Hiroshi,” he replied.

You then pulled back and frowned at him. “You already named my sons?”

“My sons?  The last time I remembered, it takes two to make a baby,” he smirks.

You poke his side. “Fine,” you huffed.  You then stand up.

“Since my lovely husband is back, we should go shopping for some cribs for the boys,” you smiled.

“For Itsuki and Hiroshi?” he chuckled and stood up.

“I’ll think about the name,” you said and link your arms with his.

The fear that’s been lingering on you is finally gone.  You’ll get through this better as long as you have him.  Even if he leaves from time to time, as long as you see the effort in him in trying his best to take care of your twins, you know you’ll be able to get through it.

NIA’S MASTERLIST 

#tahonet #naruto #sasuke x reader #sasuke x you #fluff

[its-kall-the-clown]

7 or 33 with wukong and mk because i need that angst juice to fill me up

*Pours your a cup of dark bitter angst* don't worry fam. You came to the right place. ☕🤡

I went with number 7. Enjoy!

Could be read as an unofficially part two to THIS or could be read as a stand-alone.

prompt list

What Lies in the shadows

Rating: PG

Warnings: vomit mentioned and panic attacks but it's all mild.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

MK is shoved to the floor landing on his but. His mentor stood over him, a dark expression cast across his face like a shadow across the sidewalk. Hard and unyielding.

"I asked if you could handle this!" They bellow descending on them like a tiger. Rage and claws and disapproving snarls that shred MK'd heart and stick to his ribcage.

"I c-can!!" MK backs away scooting back in his butt as the monkey king prowls forward a cruel laugh on his lips.

"Liar! Don't lie to me!" He barks out another scoff.

"You can't handle this, you can't even train with me without messing up!" He growls fangs showing and making MK's stomach curl.

“How can I expect you to become my successor when you can get the simplest things right?” he rips the staff out of Mk’s hand, taking away his last defence against the raging Monkey King.

“You are unworthy!” he hissed out between gnashed teeth and MK felt the tears pool at his eyes, cascading down his cheeks plopping onto the training grounds uselessly. They turn on MK, casting him in his long shadow.

“I made a mistake picking you as my successor.”

No….please no.

The final blow of words was worse than any pain MK had ever endured. He reaches forward trying to catch the fading light that was slipping through his fingers. He was being abandoned again, and this time it was his fault.

He wasn’t enough. He was never going to be enough.

The shadows wrap around him, bind him to his fate of being nothing but a disappointment and failure. He's swaddled in it and it drags him under.

He tosses and turns as the shadows become hands, gripping and pulling him apart under their uncaring touch. They grab his clothes, muffle his voice and pursue him till he's overtaken by the shadows' hands.

He sits up with a gasp.

His nightmare fresh in his mind and the phantom hands still grabbing at his wrist and throat. He's dashing to the bathroom. He's gonna puke up all the shadows that forced their way down his throat and into his stomach.

Hes correct when he throws up, but instead of shadows and swirling doubt its just regular puke.

Exhausted MK leans against the side of the toilet and let's out a groan. He's so tired. He's burning up and just...so tired.

He had been having nightmares like this all week. It's why he insisted he train even while it was raining, he wanted to be stronger. Better.

Less likely to be abandoned...

"MK? Baby? You alright?"

The door to the bathroom opens and Tang enters slowly. Mk looks up at them and his lip wobbles.

He burst into tears as soon as he's embraced. Shattering like snowfall under a warm touch.

"Shhh it's okay. It's okay. Oh goodness, you're burning up." Tang pressed a hand to MKs forehead and frowns. MK leans into it the cool touch so refreshing against his skin. A little whimper escapes his throat when Tang pulls away.

"Your fever got worse….stay here. I'm gonna get Pigsy and see what he says." Tang tried to stand up but MK grabs the front of his sleep shirt tightly.

"Don't go! Don't leave me!!" He begs between shaking sobs. Tnag gives him a pitiful look.

"I'm just going to get-"

"No!!" Mk claws more desperately against his dad's chest. He couldn't be abandoned not like this. His brain slowly cooking under his fever making it impossible to tell what was real and what wasn't

"Okay, o-okay I'm not leaving you." Tang shifts so MK can crawl into his lap like a lost puppy. Tang runs his fingers through MKs sweaty hair soothing him for a bit before calling out.

"Pigsy! Bathroom, please. Now!" He calls and MK can't even be bothered at how his ears ring from the echoing against the tile.

Pigsy is there he's not sure how he got there but a hand is pressed to his forehead again.

"Hospital?"

"Hospital." The demon grunts with an affirming nod. Even though it's not outwardly displayed MK can see the worry swirling in his eyes. Hushed whispers are exchanged from his parents, something about keys and coats.

"Come here" Pigsy's it holding MK now and MK whimpers into their neck. He's big now, he must have shifted into his larger form to make it easier to carry him.

MK liked when Pigsy was big. There was just so much more of him and more Pigsy was always better. It meant bigger hugs, it meant his dadsy could hold him again like when he was younger.

And it meant he could protect him.

"Dadsy!!" He cries clinging to them, his body easily supported by the larger demon.

"It's okay, I got you. You're okay buddy." He hears Pigsy snuff into his hair and he is being lifted and moved now.

A constant hand rubs the back of his head and MK leans into it. His body is supported by thick stocky arms.

He's safe now. He's not being left behind.

He closes his eyes and rests his head against his dadsy's chest.

He's confident that if he has dreams again they won't be of disappointed glares but of warm embraces of his dad's.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #MK #Tang #Pigsy #Wukong #oops its angsty #writing prompts #prompt ask #Tang and Pigsy are still best dads #probably the only prompt I will get to today gonna be busy

[bnhamixjuice-sfw]

ANON REQUEST: Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa: spot an ex he had a bad break up with, he sees her walking around struggling to hold on to a bag of groceries while pushing a stroller with a toddler in it that looks awful lot like them, and the he awkwardly confronts them when the bag falls out of her hands.

Tags: Manga Spoiler, Mention of cheating, Angst to Fluff.

Hawks

“I’m so sorry Dove, I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean what? to deny that I’m your girlfriend in front of the media ‘cause you had a job agreement with the commission not to reveal me! okay Keigo you’re doing this for what reason exactly? Hero Reputation? More women you can use to cheat behind my back again and expect me to forgive you? I–I don’t want this kind of life anymore!”, you wailed in pure anguish roughly wriggling your wrist away from his firm clutch.

He felt suffocated when he needed to let you go for all the things that he did to hurt you, holding back the urge to chase you outside when you frantically closed the door, not looking back anymore on him. Leaving the top pro hero falling on his knees, lonely between these four walls of his house.

After all this time he can’t forget you, longing to see your face everywhere he goes even on pro hero awarding events or his usual patrol work with Endeavor looking for you through the crowds, praying to see your smile again that he misses the most.

His life was crumbling apart without you, but luck was on his side today when he spotted you not too far from where he was signing autographs for his fans while stealing some glances. As always, you’re still beautiful standing there.

Trying to fix your grocery bags while clasping the baby-carriage’s handle. He hesitated at first to approach you thinking you’re probably waiting for your husband to pick you up and your child. And that’s when a tuft of yellow hair popped out.

“Mommy look it’s Hawks, Awtoglaph pweasee awtoglapph”, his excited pleas reached Hawks’ ears. pointing his fingers towards your ex-boyfriend who waved a hand on both of you.

Soon red feathers clumped together on the ground, preventing your bag to fall.

“Wow what do we have here, a kid full of energy today, so where do you want me to sign your autograph?”, stooping down beaming a smile with his eyes crinkling behind his yellow visor making your child gasp in awe.

He knew instantly that his suspicion was right seemingly looking at his own reflection with those golden honey orbs and black lines on those eyelids and small bump protruding behind the kid’s shirt, red feathers similar to his, messily cramped inside.

“Ke–Hawks here… ”, almost calling out his first name when you handed him a notebook and a pen.

Slightly feeling his gloved hand against your palm.

“Hawks look I hab wings too–”

“Honey we need to go home now or else you’ll miss your favorite show again, now say bye bye to Mr. Hawks”, you interrupted, sneaking a warning glare on him not to tell him anything before gently freeing your child’s wings out from his shirt’s makeshift holes.

“Little fledgling I guess your wings were moulting, so did your Daddy tell you about it”

“Hab no Dawdy but Oh you see… Mommy Lov’ Dawdy so much that she booboo cries” you were shock-stricken softly hushing your child out of embarassment.

“Well kid make sure to tell your Mommy not to cry okay cause Daddy loves her so much, yes don’t forget to tell that to her every day I–”, he stammered with his voice started cracking, overwhelming him with emotions too easily, swallowing the lump forming on his throat.

“Your father loves you too kid trust me, and surely there’s not a single day he’s not thinking of your Mommy, his only Dove–Ah I think I’m taking too much of your time Miss I-I’m so sorry”, halting it immediately, muffling a few sniffles before finally signing his signature.

Your heart began thumping so loud, not expecting him shamelessly grabbing your hand, burying you into a warm embrace in public.

“Wait Keigo stop this, everyone’s taking so many pictures of you”

“No I don’t care anymore, listen Dove I’m so sorry and I still love you, come back to me please I promise I won’t hurt you again, I’ll do better this time just let me make up for it, and for our son”

You can’t blame yourself for giving in, accepting him wholeheartedly knowing this is what you promised to him once.

To never let your future child experience the same heartache he suffered from his past.

Dabi

He regret those cruel words that came out from his mouth the first time he was too fed up of your constant admonishment of putting a rest on his revenge against his family forever since you cannot bear to see him exhausting his body anymore, starting this heated discourse again between you.

“You always bring this up y/n every single day and it’s too annoying already, why are you siding on Enji too much Babydoll… come on just say it you really want us to have a perfect family, so cool to have a child with this debilitating quirk too right?”

Sucking your inner lips anxiously avoiding to tell him something about that last one, you felt his grip on your sholders constricting furiously waiting for you to answer him back, but your tears spilling from those precious eyes made his stomach churn in guilt realizing what he had done when you began screaming on his face that everything’s over, shoving him away and locking the door of your house shut.

He knew how much of a dick he was, the worst break up that’s been haunting him everyday with your terrified face forever etched on his mind

It’s been a long time since the last time he saw you after you moved from your old house and he cannot find you everywhere until today.

He saw you pushing a stroller on the side of the road and having a hard time balancing the bag of groceries on your other hand.

Perhaps you found someone better than him and additionally having a child; a normal child considering he’s not the father. that’s what he thought until something caught his attention.

Squinting his eyes, he was slack-jawed to find a familiar cerulean orbs and red hair on that young boy giddily calling you Mommy.

He took this rare chance of talking to you again by catching your bag of groceries that you clumsily dropped, your eyes met recognizing your ex-boyfriend instantly when he removed his mask. piercing eyes gazing down below observing your child’s similar features.

“Babydoll why didn’t you tell me about him, our son?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dabi and refrain from calling me that nickname anymore, also stay away from MY son before I call the police”

You breathed heavily snatching back your grocery bag from his grasp, clutching the stroller’s handle in pure anger.

“Daddy you meanie, go home”, tugging his pants with those tiny hands.

It hurts you to see your own child begging for his father to go home, when you can’t even tell him how you often show his own picture to your child that’s why he recognized his own father easily, keeping him close to his heart and memory forever.

You can’t hate your only child’s father.

He was expecting him to cry on his intimidating face when he bent his knees down to look at his child closely, ignoring your earlier threat by patting his son’s head seemingly accepting this foreign fatherly instinct.

“Kid look I’m obviously a bad guy, I don’t want you to get in trouble so maybe next time when your Mommy allows me, don’t worry I’ll probably see you again next time pepperoni haired kid”, chuckling when he saw his son’s childish pout, letting him pinch his stapled cheeks annoyed at his nickname.

“Y/n this is goodbye then”, flashing you that thin smile noticing his lips quivering a bit as he stood.

Shoving both of his hands inside his pockets before turning around to walk slowly away from both of you ignoring your child’s tantrum cries calling for him to go back.

“Ssh… sweetie don’t cry okay–Wait Touya!”

He stopped on his tracks when you yelled his real name again, like how you used to call him that before out of endearment.

“We’re going to stay here from now on so same address, the usual okay knock thrice and use our anniversary day on pressing the doorbell and don’t forget our password, listen I’m doing this for our child only so you better show up tonight or I won’t ever give you a chance”

He disappeared quickly after that, and tonight he never failed to show up incessantly ringing the doorbell many times even greeting you that typical password; a kiss.

A yearning kiss, hands intertwining the moment you opened your heart once again.

Aizawa

“Shouta you keep missing my calls these past few weeks when I needed you the most, you barely have enough time to visit me when I was sick the whole week and now you’re late, fine I don’t wanna hear your excuses anymore”

Those bitter words pierced him like thorns, seeing you slip out that engagement ring from your finger and placing it on a table whispering those bitter words he doesn’t want to hear from you.

“It’s better if we end this relationship now before we regret something, I–I can’t imagine my future being married with you or even having a child with you who pathetically seek for time and attention from his workaholic father, sorry Shouta”, you covered your mouth trying to bite back your tongue from spilling about your unborn child.

Running outside the restaurant leaving him heartbroken that he can’t further speak out his words anymore because everything that you just told him was painfully true.

He doesn’t deserve you, blaming himself for not appreciating you enough despite of your effort of enduring the hardships of having a pro hero fiance who often risk his life for his students. A man who can’t even spend a time to take care of you.

Nevertheless, he wanted to mend back those strings that binds you to his heart, always pouring out his loneliness on visiting that Cat Cafe on his day off every week reminding him of memories you two share.

You often take him there to spend a date knowing he’s fond of cats and snapping lots of photos of him every time he ends up sleeping on the corner with cats huddling close to his face nearly suffocating him.

Keeping your engagement ring to him all the time was the only thing that calms him down whenever he’s in dire situation on his job, thinking how much he wish to meet you here again.

Unbelievably seeing you again one time, rubbing his weary eyes once and twice to know if it’s truly you. Indeed, he can’t forget that familiar caring smile of his beloved, finding you outside the cat cafe currently having a problem of organizing your bag of groceries.

“Mawmmy, neko pweasee I wanna touch it!”, your daughter began whinning clapping his hands to get your attention.

He can’t believe his own eyes when your child resembles him too much with that obsidian dull eyes and sleek black hair minus for that pigtail hairstyle but that scowl seems a carbon copy of his own.

“Wait Baby I–”

“I think you need help Y/n”

You were flabbergasted to find your ex-fiance taking a hold of your bag of groceries with his whip that was about to hit the ground and voluntarily offering his Neko tote bag for you which you persuaded him not to.

“Mawmmy pwease I want that too, Neko”, her tiny hands reaching out determined to get it no matter what.

“Baby no–”

“Well your daughter love cats so much, you can give this to her, please just a friendly gift”, taking out something from his pocket leaning down a bit to his side to rummage on that keychain, letting you see his necklace around his neck with that old engagement ring of yours dangling.

“Found it, here kid I’m not sure if you’ll like this”

“Aww Mawmmy have that too um…right Mawmmy, so no thanks Mister”

There’s no way you were married that’s what Shouta suspected when he saw you not wearing any ring, and obviously that cat keychain was closely similar to his anniversary keychain that you two bought for each other.

“Y/n I can drive you two back to your house if its okay–”

“Mawmmy please say yes”

You sighed in defeat not having a choice in the first place and also giving freedom to your child to spend time with her father who doesn’t know about this.

His car was still the same, sitting beside him and your child now sleeping behind after getting so tired ogling on his car’s cat accesories.

You chuckled upon seeing your daughter’s face on the mirror messily drooling, leaning slightly on your side to wipe the corner of her mouth.

“Darling is she our daughter”

“Eyes on the road Shouta, and yes so what will you do about it. Do you expect me to ask for any financial support from you oh maybe spending your precious time for our daughter that I can’t even get from you years ago”, you sarcastically uttered, stabbing him rudely with those truthful words he was unprepared to hear from you.

“I understand if you’re still mad at me y/n, but I just want you to let you know that I want to set things right first before asking you to forgive me. Because I don’t want to miss this opportunity again to tell you how much I wanted to talk to you or maybe to see you in your white wedding dress”

You can’t resist how determined he was to get close to you again, feeling his hand slowly making its way on you.

Giving back that engagement ring to whom it truly belongs, and that was you, a dream he wanted to come true despite it being too impossible.

Turning your head away to wipe your own tears, proposing for the second time that you have been waiting to hear from him all along.

“She’s your daughter Shouta and don’t you dare make her cry of I’ll scratch your face harder than what your cat does”

“That’s too kind of you, I mean my cat misses your deadly belly rub too, you named him Mr. Pickles right, well I’m sure he’d be thrilled to see his Mom again and his new sibling soon”,

You both exchanged soft giggling catching up on one another by starting the conversation about your lives and so on and so forth, and apparently your child was eavesdropping on both of you.

Your daughter muffled a “Pro hero mission success” after accomplishing her goal, peeking a bit to see you wearing that shiny ring.

She knew it the first time she saw that stranger recognizing him from one of the picture you often place under your pillow, her daddy.

Well she did inherit Shouta’s intellectual skills after all.

Do not repost this fic/headcanon.

Disclaimer: I don't own My hero academia nor its characters and plot.

#hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #dabi x reader #shouta x y/n #shouta x reader #shouta x you #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #Reposted my old fic/hc here cause I forgot to remove keep reading before deactivating

[marauderundercover]

The Strings that Bind Us: Chapter One

AO3

Marinette Dupain Cheng was tired. She’d fought the same villain for fifteen years. She’d been a hero longer than she’d been just Marinette. It was exhausting. And she was ready for a break. Two years after unmasking Hawkmoth, Paris was finally healed enough for her to move on. To leave.

Which was why she was currently putting fairy lights and pumpkins on the balcony of her new apartment in Gotham. It was quiet, and lonely, but at least she didn’t have the weight of a city on her back anymore. She hums as she places the last pumpkin. Perfect. Glancing across the city, she lets out a sigh. Here she was, in an entirely new city, no connections and no one to talk to when she needed to just talk. But it was worth it, the memories of everything in Paris still too fresh. It still hurt too much. Deciding it’s not too early to go to sleep, she walks back inside. She’s just closed the door when a loud crash from outside has her tensing. She peeks behind the curtain, frowning at the figure on her balcony. She opens the door.

“Uh, hello.” She greets the strangely dressed man. If what she’d read had been correct, this was Batman. Gotham’s resident hero, or vigilante as the papers called him. He probably wasn’t here to fight her, but you can never be too careful.

“My apologies.” He says, his voice gruff. Her eyes narrow at the way he favors his left side.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” She asks suddenly, her face instantly heating up as the words tumble out without her permission.

“I’m not-” He starts, but she shakes her head.

“I insist. You are out trying to protect citizens, are you not? The least I can do is offer you a coffee.” She says, turning and walking back inside. She doesn’t turn to see if he follows, but she does hear footsteps behind her. She figures he could walk silently, if he really wanted to. After all, even though he’d been around for eight or so years, few had ever seen Batman. She hums, moving around the kitchen and starting up her small coffee pot and grabbing a few of the leftover pastries from earlier. Placing the pastries on a plate, she pulls down two cups before turning to the vigilante in her kitchen.

“How do you take your coffee?” She asks, and she swears his lips twitch slightly.

“Just black.” He says, and she grins.

“Thank goodness. One of my friends in Paris refuses to drink coffee unless it’s half cream and sugar.” She says, trying to keep the conversation light. After all, what do you say to a random vigilante? It was different when Chat Noir, or Adrien, visited her back in collège. He didn’t start doing that until after she’d helped with Evillustrator, which helped it to not be awkward. Like it currently was with her and Batman. God, why did she even invite him in? She turns and almost sighs in relief when she sees the coffee is done. Quickly filling up both cups, she passes one to Batman and then pushes the plate of pastries towards him.

“I own the cafe downstairs.” She says as an explanation when she sees his lips purse. He nods and grabs a croissant, taking a hesitant bite out of it.

“Thank you.” He says, and she just smiles. She may not want to be a hero again, but maybe it would be okay to be friends with a hero again.

---

The bell over the door notifying her of another customer makes Marinette stick her head out from the back.

“Hello! Welcome to La Petite Tasse, I’ll be with you in just a minute.” She calls, not catching the response before she’s back in the kitchen, pulling a fresh batch of croissants out of the oven. She slides the tray onto the cooling rack before tugging off the oven mitts and rushing out to the front.

“I am so sorry about that, most of my workers are also students so they have class right now. What can I get you?” She rambles, freezing when she looks up into the most attractive blue eyes she’s ever seen. The man just smiles at her, and she swears her knees go weak.

“That’s fine. Could I have... a large black coffee and a croissant?” The man asks, glancing up at the menu before looking back at her. She nods and smiles, cursing the way her cheeks heat up. Sure, this was quite literally the most attractive man she’d ever seen in person, but she was not going to fall for a pretty face. Nope. Totally not. She turns and grabs a cup, filling it up before rushing to the back to grab one of the fresh croissants. After all, they were better warm.

“That’ll be three dollars and twenty seven cents.” She says, passing the man his order. He grins and passes her a twenty.

“Keep the change.” He says with a grin before he turns and walks out. She blinks, slightly confused, but takes the change and puts it into the tip jar. That was weird, she thinks, but she doesn’t think too much into it. It’s not like she’d ever see him again.

---

She had been wrong, and she was completely okay with it. The man came in almost every day for two weeks before she worked up the courage to introduce herself and ask his name. He’d seemed shocked, but had introduced himself as Bruce. And after two weeks, she was happy to say that Gotham had started to feel a little lighter, that she was a little happier in this dark city. The bell above the door chimes, but she keeps working on filling the macarons since Mack was manning the counter.

“Listen kid, open the register and I won’t shoot your fucking brains out.” A voice says. Oh hell no. She drops the piping back and picks up her rolling pin. Peeking out, she breathes a sigh of relief when she sees it’s only one guy, not an entire group. She tosses her rolling pin lightly before catching it, familiarizing herself with it as a projectile before she actually uses it. She watches as Mack’s hands shake, obviously panicked. Letting out a steadying breath, Marinette aims and manages to hit the man in the head with the rolling pin. He drops instantly, the gun clattering to the floor. She rushes out and grabs a couple zip ties from under the counter, walking over and cuffing the man’s hands behind his back before dragging him towards the handrail and attaching him to it. She glares at the man before she remembers Mack and gasps. She rushes over, frantically checking over the girl to make sure she’s okay.

“Mama M, I’m fine. I promise.” She says, though her voice shakes. Marinette breathes a sigh of relief before crushing the girl in a hug.

“I am so sorry, Mack, so, so sorry.” She apologizes, holding the girl close. She can feel the girl shake slightly, her shirt getting wet as the girl cries. Marinette just coos softly, whispering reassuring words to her. She barely hears the bell signaling a customer ring.

“What the hell happened?” A familiar voice asks. She glances over at Bruce and grimaces.

“Attempted robbery. Would you mind calling the police?” She asks, nodding towards the landline. He blinks, standing frozen as he stares at the tied up man in the corner. “Bruce!” She calls, his attention snapping to her. She nods towards the phone again and he nods, walking over to make the call.

---

After the police take their statements, Marinette sends Mack home with the tips from the day, despite the girl’s protests.

“Sweetheart, you were just held at gunpoint. I’m not gonna let you stay here. Go home, eat some junk food and watch something funny. I’ll see you on Monday.” Marinette says, giving the girl another quick hug before watching her leave. She turns to Bruce, who had been kind enough to stay, and winces. “You’re not gonna get in trouble with your boss, are you?” She asks. He just grins.

“I was actually off today, don’t worry about me.” He says, his smile falling as he looks her over. “Are you okay?” He asks. She lets out a shaky breath before nodding.

“Yeah, yeah. I was more worried about Mack, honestly. I was in the back, but I couldn’t just stay there. Not knowing she was in danger.” She says, her arms wrapped around herself as she tries to stay calm. It was the first time she’d had an actual gun aimed at someone she cares about.

“You were quite the hero today.” He says softly, and she snorts, shaking her head.

“No, Bruce, I wasn’t. I did what anyone else would’ve done.” She says, waving him off dismissively.

“Only you would actually believe that there are still people good enough to act like that.” He says softly. She blushes and clears her throat.

“Well, did you want your regular?” She asks, moving to go back behind the counter. He frowns.

“Mari, you aren’t seriously going to open the cafe back up today, are you?” He asks and she frowns.

“Why wouldn’t I?” She asks.

“Because your store was just attacked!” He exclaims, and she snorts.

“If my parent’s bakery in Paris closed every time there was an attack, they would’ve gone out of business.” She says flippantly. He frowns, and she worries she’s said something wrong, when his face suddenly twists back up into a smile.

“Spend the day with me.” He says and she blinks in surprise.

“What?”

“I had set out to ask you on a date when I came in today, but the whole attempted robbery stopped me. I know you want to just get back to work, but what if you spent the day with me instead?” He offers. She stares at him, wide eyed, before a wide smile forms on her face.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She says. It’d be fine to have the cafe closed for a day.

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Sunrise (5)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) pairings: bucky x reader chapter word count: 4.3k warnings: really flippin sweet fluff, more book recs a/n: to avoid confusion - the manner in which Bucky lost his arm is different in this series than in canon  🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

For the first time since Bucky was discharged from active duty, he had a routine again.  

The curtains were open before he took a shower in the morning; sunlight streaming in through the windows and casting a gentle glow over the apartment. It touched over books piled high on the coffee table, pillows neatly lined on the sofa, and blankets folded over the arm rest. Steve had nearly done a double take the first time he made his usual beeline to whip open the curtains to expose a dusty and unkempt apartment, only to find Bucky making coffee in the kitchen, freshly showered, and the sun shining high in the sky.  

It had been almost a month since his first attendance at book club and he’d gone through nearly a book a week just to have the excuse to visit you at the library again for another. You’d given him your number after his first trip to the library with a binding promise to text you if he was held up in his apartment in pain again. You’d sworn to bring books straight to him and read them aloud if you had to.  

You had laughed as you said it, like it was only a joke. Bucky had nodded along, but if he were honest, he would have liked that very much.  

He’d arrange for times to meet you at the library at the end of your shift where you’d always have a book waiting for him. There’d be a few sitting on the shelf you’d set aside, but without fail, he always opted for the first one you presented to him. You hadn’t led him wrong so far.  

After, though neither of you directly proposed it, you’d often find yourselves back at Luciana’s. It was like your feet simply carried you there, a silent agreement to spend as much time together as you could, even if you were both too afraid to admit it out loud.  

He came to understand why Sunday was your favorite day of the week. Bucky started to take it upon himself to meet you at the library to walk you to the VA where he fulfilled his word to help move the couches before the usual members arrived. The look of surprise on your face when you bounced down the library steps and caught sight of him leaning on the pillar a few steps away from the busy sidewalk had been enough to convince him to never leave your side again. 

Your smile was one he’d learned to memorize. He conjured it when the strangers bumped into him on the sidewalk threatened to collapse his racing heart entirely and it pushed him further. It was enough to convince him to keep going beyond the safety of his apartment walls and it was worth it every time. Just to see you smile at him like that.  

***

“Have you started it yet?”

Bucky blinked a few times, reminding himself of his surroundings. You stood on his right side in line at Luciana’s behind a couple of tourists who were having a hard time discerning the difference between a cappuccino and an americano. He raised an eyebrow, confused, and you gestured to the book in his bag.  

“Oh, I just flipped through the pages so far,” Bucky said, pulling the book from his bag; thick black cover with a small white illustrated creature staring up at the stars. Everyone's a Aliebn When Ur a Aliebn Too written by an author that seemed to go by a name as misspelled as the title, Jomny Sun. “It looks like a children’s book?”

You grinned and your shoulders lifted in a shrug. “It’s somewhere in between. You have to trust me on this one. It may seem young on the surface but it’ll tug at your heart strings. Hold your judgement until you’ve actually read it, Barnes.”

Bucky chuckled, nodding. “Hey, I never said I didn’t trust you. Just curious where you’re leading me on this one.”

“Be blind, Bucky,” you sang, teasing him. “I won’t guide you into a creepy forest or the bottom of the ocean, I promise.”

“Oh good. I was starting to worry.”  

It was strange to feel so light again, but there was something about your presence that allowed him to let go of all the weight he carried. He could set down his baggage at his feet for just a minute to give his back a break, to stretch out his muscles and find relief in the solace. You would have offered to carry some of it yourself if he’d asked— of that he was certain. But it was a heavy load, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for you to see what was inside just yet.

The bell to the café rang behind him and a mother and her young son walked inside. The little boy held the woman’s hand as he scrunched his nose at the smell of the coffee, pouting up at her. A bright red backpack hung off his shoulders, Velcro ties over his tiny sneakers. The soles lit up as he walked.  

“Mommy, I want to go to the playground,” the kid whined and Bucky watched you laugh to yourself from the corner of his eye.  

“We will, sweetness,” the mother replied calmly. She bent down to brush the hair from the boy’s eyes. “Mommy just needs a bit of caffeine before we—”

“Whoa! What happened to that guy’s arm?” the kid gasped, a mixture of shock and amazement in his tiny little voice.  

Bucky tensed up immediately, every muscle in his body turning to stone. When strangers noticed his arm, he was usually met with unwanted stares and hushed whispered, but children were a whole different story. They had no filter, no sense of the unspoken rules garnered by society; they were driven by their own curiosity and something as trivial as politeness did not get in the way of that.  

“Oh, honey,” the mother gripped tight to the boy’s arm, lowing her voice in hopes Bucky hadn’t heard him, “you can’t ask things like that.”

“Why not?” the boy replied innocently. “Where’d it go?”

Bucky could feel your eyes on him, studying for his reaction, but he couldn’t offer one. He was stone, after all. A frown tugged at your lips to see the sudden distress wash over him and he felt an aching puncture of embarrassment deep into his stomach. It only took the mere mention of his arm to wipe him to a blank slate, to throw him back to the battlefield where it was torn from his body. Any unexpected reminder of it usually did.  

You nodded at him, offered a small smile, like you were trying to tell him it would be alright. Then slowly, you turned around and knelt in front of the boy.  

“Hi,” you said sweetly, catching the mother off guard.  

“Do you know what happened to his arm?” the boy asked, must to the dismay of his mother.

“Mason! Oh God, I am so very sorry,” the mother quickly apologized, flustered as she desperately tried to hush the boy. He pressed his face into his mother’s arm.  

Bucky stole a glance over his shoulder to find you kneeling on the floor beside the boy, smiling at him as he clutched a plush triceratops to his chest. You tilted your head at him, trying to get a better look at the boy.  

“You want to know what happened?” you asked softly. He nodded, arms wrapped tight around his stuffed toy. You glanced up at Bucky and his eyes narrowed on you, heart beating a little faster, stomach twisting, before you turned back to the boy. “He did something really brave.”

Fuck. 

Did you know? 

Did Sam tell you? 

Bucky’s legs started to feel weak.  

“You like superheroes, huh?” you continued, pointing at the image of a man in a red cape flying on the boy’s t-shirt. The boy nodded shyly. “They swoop in and save the day with their super strength or magic powers, right?”

The boy started laughing, he was smiling again, standing free from his mother’s hold. She was staring at you like you were akin to one of the characters on the boy’s shirt. Bucky felt the stones cracking around his body, freeing him from their grip.  

“Is he Super Man?” Mason whispered, glancing up at Bucky with such wonder, it took him by surprise. The boy was so small, no older than four years old. Bucky didn’t know the last time he’d even talked to a kid that young and yet here you were, at the boy’s level, making him laugh and smile and easing the concerns of his mother.  

“No, he’s not,” you laughed for a moment. Then, you softened, gathering the boy’s attention again. “My friend here doesn’t have super powers. So, when he saved someone, he got hurt. But I think that makes him very brave, don’t you?”

The boy nodded enthusiastically, grinning so wide Bucky wondered how it was possible your smile could be so infectious. The mother mouthed a soft ‘thank you’ in your direction as the boy quickly changed subjects to the sprinkled donut he was going to eat for snack. She caught Bucky’s eye for a minute and nodded at him, almost in appreciation. He pressed his lips to a thin line. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to say anything back.  

You ordered his usual coffee and one of the freshly baked muffins, then a drink and a pastry for yourself. In Bucky’s distraction with the kid, he hadn’t noticed you pay before he had a chance. He felt like he was in a bit of a trance as you led him back to a table in the far corner of the shop, away from the windows and the customers.  

“You alright?” you asked as you slid into your chair opposite him.  

“Did Sam tell you?” Bucky blurted out before he had a chance to bite his tongue. It was the last thing he wanted you to know about and he had half a mind to storm up to the VA just to rip Sam a new one before he shut himself off in his apartment for a few weeks.  

It was the reason for the reoccurring nightmares that hadn’t let up in the last month, even when he’d started to have more good days than bad. They’d celebrated him for what he’d done, given him a medal, and thanked him for his service. The very thought of it made him want to vomit.  

“Hey, hey, Bucky look at me,” you called gently, your voice at the end of a dark tunnel. He blinked, adjusting to the light. “Sam didn’t say a word about what happened. I had a theory and I made a guess. You’re clearly a good man. It didn’t feel like much of a stretch. That’s all.”

Bucky clenched his jaw, staring down at the muffin as he picked at the paper cup. He heard you sigh, surprised that he couldn’t find a single sliver of impatience in your voice. When he looked up again, you smiled sweetly at him and asked him about Alien – Aliebn? – book; quickly lost in tangent of your favorite pages and moments you were excited for him to read.  

He was grateful for the change in subject, but more than that, it gave him a chance to just admire you. There was nothing strange about watching a woman, studying the intricacies on her face and the passion in her voice, when she was speaking right to him. He nodded along, doing his best to actually take in what you were saying, but he was so easily distracted by the brush of steam touching your nose, the press of your lips into your cheeks, the lines on your forehead, and the way your eyes seemed to light up the entire city block.  

The kid, his arm, and nearly six years of combat were quickly forgotten when he had the chance to watch you like that. You hardly let him get a word on, too caught up in your own excitement for the novels you placed in his hand, but he didn’t mind. He preferred to listen to you anyway. Your voice had a calming presence about it; soothing and gentle, loving and joyous. If it weren’t for the clock hanging on the wall above your head, he might have sat there all night with you.

“We should probably head over,” he pointed out reluctantly, gesturing to the clock as it approached six.  

You frowned, following his gaze to see the time had slipped by quicker than you realized. As you began to clear off the table, throwing the scraps in the garbage and setting the mugs on the counter for Luciana, Bucky began to wonder if maybe you would have sat there all night with him, too. If only he could find the courage to ask.

***

Bucky removed the clip from the book, closed the back binding, and slumped back into the cushions. The room was still pretty quiet, everyone’s noses still down in their books as the soft strum of Simon & Garfunkel played from the speaker by the coffee table. He glanced over at you as you sat beside him, a little closer than usual, though he didn’t mind. Your hip brushed his every so often when you adjusted position. It was a kind of closeness that left him wanting more.  

You were only halfway through your own book, but you could clearly sense him watching you because you slowly looked up in his direction, a pointed smile on your face.  

“You were right,” he admitted, his voice a hushed whisper in effort not to disturb the other members. “Surprisingly deep considering it’s a children’s book for adults.”  

“Hey maybe we need pictures on our pages, too,” you whispered back, teasing him with a nudged to his right shoulder. He laughed, leaning back comfortably against the couch as Tony’s eyes glared over in his direction from the top of his book. He pressed his lips together to keep quiet.

You snickered into Bucky’s shoulder, lips pressing against the sleeve of his jacket and he had never wanted to remove that layer more in his life; to actually feel the imprint of your mouth instead of just the press of your face, to feel the heat in your breath breathe through the thin layer of his t-shirt. He shivered.  

“Alright kids,” you said aloud, setting your book on the table. “Times up for today.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n! I’ve only got one chapter left!” Clint whined, stretching out dramatically along the table he was laying across.  

“Glad to hear it, Clint,” you smirked, hands planted firm on your hips. “Finish on your own time.”

A couple of ‘ooo’s rang out and it reminded Bucky of his days sitting behind a desk in class in grade school and a kid would get called up to the principal's office. Clint took it in stride though and seemed to bask in it, throwing up a pose in face of the chorus.  

The crowd quickly dispersed after that, though a few of the older members lingered behind to update you on how far they’d gotten in their books. Bucky watched you from a distance as he started to move the couches back into place, mesmerized by the glimmer in your eye as you spoke to them, a soft hand resting on the crook of their arm, nodding along with a smile on your face – always so genuine in every interaction, in every bone in your body.  

Bucky had practically finished arranging the entire room by the time you walked back inside. Your jaw dropped, wide eyes meeting his.  

“You didn’t have to do all that by yourself!”  

Bucky shrugged. “How long were you doing it on your own before I came along? Take the help when it’s offered, Y/n.”

You smiled at that. “Still. I appreciate it.”

“It’s really nothing,” Bucky said simply.

He hadn’t felt a drive like this is years. Not even before his final tour and the destruction that came with it. He hadn’t remembered what it felt like to want to lift even the smallest of burdens for someone else just to see the weight slip from their shoulders, just to see them smile. He found himself wanting to carry everything you had, even if it started with arranging the heavy furniture of the empty VA library.  

You chewed on the edge of your lip as you watched him approach the door, your jacket in his hand. He had wanted to hold it open for you, to let you turn your back and slip your arms through the sleeves, but it just wasn’t something he could do with one hand, and instead, he placed it to hang over your forearm. 

A longing for a world in which you met him before his body had been put through the shredder ached deep into his gut. It started to push a frown onto his lips, but then your voice broke through and he shook it away.  

“Ready?” you asked, gesturing to the door and he nodded, following closely behind.  

There was a sudden nervous energy in the air he didn’t expect, and for once, it wasn’t coming from him. He glanced over at you as you walked in line with him to find you fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket, hands wringing into the fabric, and hair falling out of place and down into your eyes. You exhaled a few tense breaths as Bucky opened the main door for you, following behind as you stepped out onto the side walk.  

The two of you stood there for a minute, neither one making a move to leave. You kept glancing back at the VA, then to your watch, barely able to look in Bucky’s direction and he started to feel that familiar twist of anxiety in his stomach.  

“Hey, are you oka—”

“Do you want to go for a walk?” you blurted out before he could finish, biting down quickly on your lip as if to stop yourself from saying more.  

Bucky froze, confused. He glanced down at his watch. It would be dark soon. “Now?”  

A flash of embarrassment quickly passed over your features and Bucky’s stomach dropped. 

Was it possible that you just wanted to spend more time with him? That maybe you could crave his presence the same way he did yours?  

“N-No, no, you’re right. It’s late. I’m sorry,” you muttered quickly, arms folding protectively over your chest. You kicked at a stone on the sidewalk, watching as it rolled over on its side. “I should, uh, I should head home then. I’ll see you later, Bucky.”

“There’s a park nearby,” Bucky offered before you could turn away. You lifted your head.  

“Yeah?” A cautious smile hung on your lips as you stepped closer to him.  

Bucky nodded, trying to push away the shaking in his hand. “Yeah, come on.”

A couple minutes passed by in silence as you walked along his side. Every so often, your knuckles would brush up against his hand, a nervous laughter between you as you pulled away. It happened so quickly each time, he never had a chance to respond. Even if he did, he wasn’t sure he would have had the courage to twist his fingers into yours, hold your hand tight to his own, feel the warmth of your palm and guide you along the cobblestones to the small space of greenery amongst brick and steel and concrete.  

“I hope you don’t mind me keeping you out late,” you said slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you waited at the intersection to cross the street.  

“Not at all,” Bucky replied sincerely, offering you a small smile in hopes to ease your nervousness. Part of him wished he said more, maybe told you that spending time with you was the best part of his day or that you were the reason he was getting out of bed most mornings, but it was too big of an admission. It could scare you away and that was the last thing he wanted. Before he had a chance to decide, the light turned and you stepped out onto the street. Bucky followed closely behind.  

The entrance to the park was bordered with a dark metal fence, an arch way carrying over the brick walkway decorated with flowers and vines. You crossed underneath, pausing to stare up the twisting of the leaved through the pattern in the arch, a delicate finger reaching out to touch the tip of a petal. You looked back at Bucky with a smile twice as wide on your face and he hung his head, a breath of a laugh in his chest.  

The park was mostly empty for a Sunday evening. The last remaining streams of sunlight lit up the greenery, touching over the flowers and the reflecting into the pond at the center where a family of ducks were waddling along the edge. You seemed to like that, watching how the babies followed the mama along the rim of the water. Bucky turned to his right to find you imitating their walk, chasing after them until they stepped into the water.  

Meanwhile, Bucky found a bench sitting under an old oak tree. Its branches hung draped over the bench enough to provide a shadow from the closing sun. It faced the west side of the park, where the sun was setting just over the tops of the buildings and illuminating the sky in brilliant shades of golden orange and vibrant reds.  

“You want to sit for a bit?” Bucky asked, gesturing to the bench. His feet were a little tired from walking through Brooklyn all day with the library, the VA, and now this. It was more than he usually did these days – not that he minded. He’d happily allow his legs to be a little sore if it meant more time with you. He’d walk through busy streets for miles if it was you he was walking towards.  

You plopped down on the bench on his right, sinking into the old wood. You glanced over at him, hiding behind a strand of hair that had fallen down into your face.  

“Thanks for amusing me.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, chuckling to himself. “You act like I don’t want to be here.”

“I know, I know,” you laughed, swinging your feet off the side of the bench. “It’s just... and I hope this isn’t a strange thing to say but... I just like spending time with you. Wanted a little more of it today, I suppose.”

Bucky swallowed, his throat feeling suddenly very dry. His heart stammered a bit inside his chest, butterflies causing chaos in his stomach, but it didn’t make him want to run. He felt no drive to escape, to push those sensations so far out of reach he turned back to the numbed and empty version of himself he’d been occupied by for months before he met you. They were frightening feelings, yes, but they were pleasant ones, ones he welcomed and invited inside.  

“You can have as much of my time as you want,” Bucky said as the words fell off his tongue. No filter, no second guessing. No chance to bite his tongue. You looked up at him with a kind of hope in your eyes that made his cheeks start to hurt from how much he was smiling.  

You settled back in on the bench, gazing up at the sunset as it lowered behind the buildings. Brush strokes of softer tones blended into the fading blues in the sky, giving way to the moon and stars as they emerged beyond the clouds.  

He glanced down at your hand as it rested on the bench by your thigh. There was hardly even a breath of air between his pinky to yours. You were so close; it would only take one instant of courage to bar the space between you.  

Be brave, Barnes.

Testing the waters, Bucky allowed the very edge of his fingers to brush over your knuckles. Your skin was softer than he’d remembered from that first handshake in the VA nearly a month earlier. He felt your breath hitch like a jolt of electricity had rushed though you, though you didn’t tear your eyes away from the sunset. Your thumb ran a tender line along his hand as you turned your palm up. Bucky swallowed.  

He slipped his hand into yours, curling his fingers to the space between your own, and for a moment he just let himself feel.

He felt for the slight give in your hand, the twitch in your movements as you settled in against him. He felt the gentle sway of your thumb as it painted a line along his, comforting sweeps like you were reminding him you were there. He felt the chill in your skin – cold hands, like he remembered from before – and the heat of his own.  

Then, your head on his shoulder. Your legs crossed towards him as you leaned in closer and he made no efforts to move. A gesture like that would have thrown him in a tailspin before he met you; to be this close to someone, to anyone, to sit in the vulnerability of allowing someone to know and feel him.  

He looked back up at the sunset. It had nearly dipped below the horizon now; only a few glimpses of color remaining in the sky and the shine of the lamppost just a few feet away.  

You sighed in a contented hum, circling your free hand to rest on the inside of his bicep, hooked around his arm. You held him against you like a teddy bear, just wanting to feel more of him. 

It was a strange sensation, he thought; this new urge to want to give you as much as his body could offer.  

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Nessian Week Day 2: Gifts

Summary: Nesta finds the present Cassian threw in the Sidra. 

Look I can only write prompts in Cassian’s POV for some reason and he’s always a simp. I can’t make him less of a simp. I think I’m projecting my own love for Nesta Archeron, but it is what it is.

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Cassian’s sitting in the living room, and the windows are open as well as the doors, and Nesta chooses to be outside. She wants fresh air, she says. It’s a beautiful day and Cassian can’t blame her, but he tries not to grumble in her absence. He’s stuck inside, waiting on Rhys who conveniently forgets they have a meeting today. 

It seems, Rhys would rather be with someone else... and Cassian would rather be with her. He jostles his leg impatiently, sighing every few minutes, thinking of all the ways he could be spending his time. 

At least, they’re going to a new restaurant in the city after. Cassian can’t wait and he looks to the clock as if his glare might make it tick faster. 

He’s sure after the restaurant, they’ll inevitably find themselves in bookshops. Cassian smiles at the thought. It seems they have a routine. 

One after another, they’ll peruse until he’s carrying a tower of romances. Nesta will make a game of it, he’s sure. How many can he carry before he drops them or she can’t reach the top even as he leans down? How many can she get away with before he starts complaining that his arms hurt? 

Cassian will do no such thing. Nesta should have as many books as she wants. Mother knows they have a house big enough for three hundred libraries. They can stand to have three hundred more. It will feel like three hundred books anyway, but Cassian won’t say a word. In fact, he’ll tell her she forgot to look in this aisle and jut his chin to the colorful bindings and some title that’s laughingly  scandalizing. 

Nesta will feel guilty about it later that evening though, as she always does, and so she’ll smile fondly. Gift it to him. That small, tilt of her lips, the mirth reaching her eyes. For holding all those books. Nesta will hold him closer too, because when she’s happy, she stops thinking about the city lights and the people and the noise. She keeps looking to him, tucking her hand into his, leaning her head on his arm. They’ll listen to the music as they walk, and all of it will sound sweet, and soft, but really he’ll be too distracted by her. All of her. 

Cassian sighs. He’d rather be outside with Nesta--whatever she’s doing. Anywhere but here waiting for Rhys who’s taking his damn time. 

He hears the sound of footsteps and sends a thank you to the Mother. Finally. Cassian gets up thinking it’s Rhys. He might just punch his brother for taking so long. Where have you been? He’ll screech. 

But it’s Nesta who comes trampling through one of the sliding doors. 

Better option, he thinks, and he’s about to say so, but Cassian notices the light blue fabric, the lacy edges trailed in dirt. 

Her dress is caked in mud, the bottom drenched. She has a spot of dirt on her cheek, and Cassian brushes it off as she nears, as he pulls her close. Nesta pays no mind; she only grins. A big, happy expression that he’s already named. 

Nesta only smiles like that when she’s over the moon, when the sun seemingly sinks into her chest and wants to shine from her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. Sunset hues. Peaches and blush and bright skies. Cassian feels warm to his toes, and he smiles unconsciously for she brings out the sun. 

Nesta holds up a little box and Cassian eyes it curiously. 

“I found a book!” She explains, “It’s the smallest book I’ve ever seen.” 

Cassian looks to the box again not recognizing the color. He’s sure it can't be--

But it is. She opens the box, not torn at all, and inside lays a perfectly small book. Made my tiny, fairy hands. All the pages are intact, no water or mud in sight as if it’s never seen the Sidra at all. 

Cassian holds his breath, but Nesta grins so fondly, he feels his chest start to squeeze. 

“I was just walking along the river and I saw something on the side, and... I was curious,” She says sheepishly. 

Nesta never can keep her curiosity down, and it explains her dress coated in the banks of the Sidra. He half wants to chastise for not getting him to help her. She must have climbed all the way down and he could have flown. She could have gotten hurt or carried away by the rapid tide. It’s at least a good couple of feet... but he shakes away his worry as she holds up the gift. 

He just can’t believe it. 

“So I climbed down a bit and I dug out the box! It’s perfect, isn’t it? I’m surprised the water didn’t ruin it. It must have come in with the storm last week.” 

“Where do you think it came from?” He asks, because he doesn’t know what else to say as Nesta looks at the book, flipping through the pages carefully. “Does it belong to anyone, you think?” 

It’s yours, he wants to blurt. I got it for you. It was yours all along. Just like I was. 

But Cassian doesn’t say that, he can’t make words form... and he knows where it came from. He doesn’t know what the words mean, but he know who made it. What type of material it is. How many exist in the world? Not many, but one is in her hand when it had only ever met his pocket and the sea. 

It must be some work of fae magic. A blessing from the Mother who know Nesta deserves the world... or he deserves some peace. Whatever power calls forth the tide or preserves paper in a flimsy box, he’s grateful for it. For the way, Nesta smiles like that. 

Nesta holds up her chin as if she’ll fight any person who claims it’s theirs, who tries to take it from her. A ferocious sort of gleam in her eyes. “I don’t know... but it’s mine now. I’m the one who climbed down for it. I’m caked in mud.”

Cassian’s lips raise as he wraps his arms around her waist, “I think it was definitely meant to be yours.” 

“It feels like mine,” she says softly. Nesta looks at the tiny book. It’s purple cover a sheen of old leather, stamped with unrecognizable words. She clasps it to her chest like she’s trying to burrow it away in her heart. Somewhere precious and protected behind a ribcage and a will of iron. 

All she loves is stored there. 

Cassian is there, too, he knows, because of that look she makes. That softness in her eyes, the sun in her smile. It’s reserved for him. For him and this tiny book. 

I’m yours, he thinks. 

Cassian grips her hand, pulling her towards the door. “Let’s see if we can go find a magnifying glass. Maybe we can try and read the words.” 

Nesta frowns, “I thought you had a meeting.” 

Cassian shakes his head, forgetting all about this room and Rhys and meetings. All that matters is her. “It’s not important,” he says. 

That joy, he thinks, is more important than anything. A blessing. A gift. He wonders how many times he can make her smile like that. 

Cassian doesn’t know, but he’s sure he’ll make a game of it. 

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The only reason I wrote this is because I was tagged on nessian week and therefore felt obligated to post something. Apparently you can get me to write anything if you give me the obligation. 

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