#in the 10 and up range they start getting mean towards him for being small

[chelseypprimrose]

Cheerleading Practice / Negan x Reader / Pre-Apocalypse

Warnings: daddy kink, oral (female receiving), soft!dom Negan, stepdaughter/stepdad relationship, use of one degrading name (slut), shower sex, masturbation(female), facial.

think that’s all of them, let me know if I missed any.

I wrote something similar to this many moons ago but I just can’t get enough of shower sex with Negan lol 🤍

“And five, six, seven, eight!” You called out to the rest of the girls, them following your routine down to a T. With the big game right around the corner, you’d scheduled more practice sessions with everyone, wanting to make sure you nailed this performance as the final was always the most important and had the biggest attendance numbers of all the games during the season. Your squad was made up of 10 girls including yourself, being elected the cheer captain at the start of the year. You were lucky to have such a lovely group of friends that you had made through cheer squad and they always gave you 100%.

You watched as the girls ran through the routine for about the 50th time, giving pointers on some of the moves that were a little harder to master. You gave a demonstration of a harder move that required all the girls to execute, the pyramid. Your friends, Kate and Leigh, had a hold of your legs as your feet were situated on their hands as you raised your arms, beaming smile on your face.

The music rang in your ears as you were thrown in the air being caught by your girls when you gracefully came back down. “Yes! Brilliant girls, you were all amazing! I think we are ready, next session will be on Thursday, please remember to practice at home in the mean time, get home safe!” You told everyone as they all gave each other a round of applause and grabbed their bags to head home. You grabbed your own belongings and headed towards the girls bathroom in the corner of the school hall.

Opening your locker up, you placed your gym bag inside, grabbing your white towel and toiletries bag to head towards the showers, turning the dial on as the water started to heat up. Taking off your cheer uniform, a small red tank top with the schools logo on the front and short matching skirt, you chucked them to the side, now fully naked.

Stepping into the shower, you took your hair out of ponytail you’d put it in before practice, letting your fingers run through to get out any kinks and tangles out.

With the water spraying on you, your mind wandered to your activities with Negan a few short weeks ago. You knew it was wrong, lusting over a man who not only was around 10 years your senior, but also with your mother. You let out a deep sigh, you couldn’t help but want him even more. You couldn’t deny how handsome he was, how charming he was, how he lit your body on fire just being around him. You felt your body getting hot, just replaying the way he’d made you cum all over his fingers, the feeling of nirvana when he kissed your neck, hitting that sweet spot at the base. You closed your eyes, leaning on the back of the wall in the shower, your hands running down your body until you got to your slick heat between your legs, you needed release, your fingers coming down onto your clit, moving in slow circles. Your other hand squeezing your erect nipples as you pictured Negan above you as he had been those weeks ago.

You let out a soft moan, your fingers quickening, wanting to avoid being caught in such an embarrassing predicament.

“Shit doll, is this a post training ritual?” You gasped as you opened your eyes at lightening speed, the very man that had caused you to be doing this, the one you’d been thinking about, right in front of you with a massive grin covering his features. “Negan?! What the fuck, this is the girls bathroom? What if someone saw you come in?” You shouted, trying to push past him to grab your towel that was on the top of the cubical that surrounded the shower.

“Calm down, I made sure that I was extra fucking careful. I had to come find you after watching that performance.” Your eyebrows raised in a confused look. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice me watching you? Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you in that tight little outfit, got me hard as a rock that shit did, doll face.” He pushed back your wet hair, exposing your breasts to him in full view. “Want to give me a little one on one performance right now?” He asked, his hands going from your hair to your breasts, playing with your nipples, your heat getting slicker than it already was, his eyes meeting yours.

You went against every better judgement in your head as you pulled him closer, your hands grabbing the bottom of his tight fit black T-shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid movement. His hands placed on your neck, capturing your mouth with his as you helped him step out of his gym shorts, hitting the ground with a wet slap.

“God, this is all I’ve been thinking about for days, I need you Negan.” You mumbled against his lips, you couldn’t get enough of him. “I know doll, you haven’t made it easy on me. All I wanted to do at breakfast was pull down your little shorts and take you right there on the table. Shit doll, you are like a drug I just can’t quit.” He replied, picking you up by your thighs and slamming you against the shower wall, his cock now full erect, leaking with pre cum.

He slid down to his knees, you on your tippy toes focusing on not slipping over on the wet floor, the water raining down on you both. Negan’s face between your legs, he gave small kisses to the inside of your thighs, the anticipation building up right in the middle of your core. You whimpered, trying to grind your pussy into his tongue, him resisting by gripping your thighs. “Now, now sweetheart, good things come to good girls who wait.” He let out a small chuckle, turning his focus back to your clit, every stroke with his tongue feeling like heaven.

You pulled him up from his position on the floor, your mouth connecting to his, tasting yourself on his lips. “Fuck, daddy! I need you inside me now. Please.” You moaned out, as he turned you around, the front of your body smashed against the cold wall of the shower. He lined himself up at your hole, his swollen tip teasing you by running across your opening. “You always look so fucking sexy like this doll, begging me to fuck you raw.” He whispered in your ear, finally filling you up with his hard cock. You whimpered at the feeling, pleasure already taking over you before he’d even started moving.

His hips started to rotate, thrusts starting off slowly, stretching you out like no one else had been able to, like maybe no one ever would be able to do. Negan picked up the place, your hands coming out to steady yourself against the wall, his hands grabbing in your hair and yanking it back, so you were looking up to the ceiling. You tried to move one of your hands down to your clit, Negan grabbing your arm and holding it in place behind your back. “No touching yourself doll, I want your pleasure to come only from me.” He growled out, his breathing quickening, little groans and moans leaving his lips as he slammed into you. His other hand leaving your hair to come down hard on your ass, the slapping sound filling the room along with the beautiful sound of your skin slapping together as your bodies came together.

You clenched around his cock inside you, your vision becoming blurred as you let the pleasure build up inside your core. “Daddy I’m so fucking close, please!” You could feel your heart beating faster, a small sheen of sweat coating your forehead, washed away by the water still running down both your bodies. “That’s it my dirty girl, cum around daddy’s cock for me.”

That was the only permission you needed as you let your body go, the waves of pleasure hitting you like a ton of bricks. You let out moans that would make a porn star blush, just feeling euphoric as your orgasm faded just as quickly as it had come. You gave a small push of Negan, his dick leaving you, making you feel empty. You turned to face him, willingly getting on your knees as he started to jerk his cock at a quick pace, the white, hot spurts of cum coating your face with a dozy smile on your face as you licked off the remanence off your lips, the salty taste satisfying you.

��Goddamn, that’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen. You dirty little slut.”

Negan throwing his head back, closing his eyes, letting his body shake and his hands resting on the sides of your cheeks. Both your breathing came to a slower rate, your hands gripped on the outers of his thighs, standing up back to your feet, Negan looked back at you with a deep smile on his face.

“Shit doll, you! You are going to be a fucking problem for me.” He laughed, pecking you on the side of your face.

#imagine #imagines #negan #the walking dead #negan imagine #twd negan #imagine blog #negan twd #Negan smut #negan fanfiction #negan x you #the walking dead negan #negan the walking dead #negan x reader #negan's thirst squad #negan imagines #softdom!negan #stepdad!negan

[carmendeiact2whenplz]

Things we don’t know about Old Mondstadt (that Hoyoverse refuses to tell us)

Aka things that haunt me (and probably many other old mondstadt fans)

(keep in mind- not all of these may be entirely unanswerable as of now, some have partial/vague canon answers, while some may have completely canon yet relatively obscure answers)

(for the sake of making things easier to write, i will refer to venti’s dead friend/the nameless bard as “nb” and the red haired warrior as “rhw”, and specifically wisp venti as “wispti”, and i will be referring to the group of wispti, nb, rhw, gunnhildr, and amos (and maybe decarabian too if he’s relevant in that context) as the “old mond gang”)

Note- lots of paragraphs ahead

1- why is nb nameless? does he just… not have a name? does he have a name that he either intentionally or unintentionally kept secret? did he have a name that he used openly and oftenly, but it was forgotten by history as time went on? if anything, did he at least have some sort of nickname people used for him (so we can stop calling him “some nameless guy or smth idk”)?

2- While nb being, well, nameless, may be a bit more justified, what about rhw? did he also have some sort of name? would calling him “ragnvindr” (or similar) be entirely un-canon? did he at the very least have some sort of code name/nickname?

3- what is the timescale of the rebellion? did it take weeks, months, years? decades? how long ago did thoughts of revolution start in old mondstadt? were the people always unhappy, or did old mond use to be a better place?

4- what is nb’s role in the rebellion? did he start it? is he just a leader in general? or is he just there for the moral support? was he on the front lines or in the distance, playing his lyre to rally the troops? is he a strategist? has he ever directly fought anyone on the opposing side?

5- actually, how old is nb anyway? pretty sure most people agree that the rest of the old mond gang are adults (not wispti but like. i’ll touch more on that later), but i’ve seen stories/theories/headcanons about how old nb was (at the time of death) ranging from around 14 to 23 years old- that is not a small range by any means. (according to a poll i made a while ago, 16 was the most common answer on what people thought their age was (my headcanon too), but there was definitely a lot of range in the answers)

6- If Amos and Decarabian’s romantic relationship is so toxic (for lack of a better word), how any why did they get together in the first place? Did amos enter the relationship aware decarabian was against some of the things she wanted most in life? did she enter the relationship purely to try to “fix” him? was he abusive towards her, or was it just a lack of attention/affection/caring about other things more than her? or was it that he never loved her/was attracted to her romantically at all? were they still in a relationship even until the very end, or did they eventually split up when they both knew they would have to fight eachother and that things wouldn’t work out between them?

7- according to the “biography of gunnhildr” book (i think that’s the name), it says they worshipped the wind spirit barbatos and treated it like a deity, while other sources say wispti was nameless and was like. just kinda there. is one of them the truth, or both, or neither?

8- does wispti have arms and/or legs of any kind? can he talk/communicate with people? if so, how does he go about doing so?

9- it’s implied in “a drunkard’s tale” (an ingame book) that the wind spirit that transformed into a fox and helped create wine is the same wind spirit as well. wispti. if that means wispti can shapeshift, to what extent can he do it? can he even become a human/humanoid (not to the same detail and/or time extent that modern venti/barbatos can do so but still)? if so, how does that impact his relationship with nb and/or the rest of the old mond gang?

10- how long did the members of the old mond gang know eachother? did most of them meet in relation to the rebellion, or did some of them know eachother before they got to that point?

11- what is the order of events between amos dying, nb dying, decarabian dying, barbatos getting the gnosis, barbatos taking nb’s form, the end of the fighting, and rhw leaving/abandoning (for lack of better words) everyone? how much time took place between all those happening?

12- what exactly are the purposes of the tower? is it just a living space/government building for decarabian and amos, or is there more to it? did other people live in the tower too? if the circular ruins/symbols seen in the tower present-day were also there back then, why and how are they there? are the light actuators in the tower related to anything involving decarabian’s power/immortality and/or the storm wall?

13- how impenetrable is the storm wall, really? is everything restricted from going in or out, or are some people able to move freely? what is the immigration/emigration rate of the city? how often are things imported and exported? does the wall have any intended purpose other than for keeping the blizzard out?

14- how did amos get her bow? why is it so (hypothetically) powerful? where did she get it and how did it “retain its power” to this day?

15- how “old” is wispti? he could theoretically be any “age” between “manifesting into existence shortly before his first interaction with nb” and 14 billion years old/as old as time itself(and you thought nb’s theoretical age range was large.) how much did wispti truly know before getting involved with the rebellion? was he technically a toddler (in terms of knowledge/mentality), or does he actually have thousands of years of knowledge?

16- to what extent did the imunlaukr (i probably spelled that wrong) and lawrence clans participate in the old mondstadt rebellion? were they involved at all? should the old mond gang be eventually expanded to include more people? (lawrence, venerare, etc)

17- HOW DID DECARABIAN LOOK LIKE? HOYOVERSE PLEASE. IF YOU WONT GIVE US HIS FULLBODY DESIGN WITH MULTIPLE POSES AND FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AT LEAST GIVE US SOME CRUMBS ABOUT HIS APPEARANCE (how tall he was, hair color, outfit style, special accessories he wore, weapons he used, etc)

18- what is the relationship of the old mond game to eachother? were they friends? found family? or were things far more complicated than that? (and what was their reaction to knowing amos, one of their biggest allies, was also the lover/partner of their (the old mond gang’s) enemy?

19- did some of the genshin weapons with lore relations to old mondstadt actually get used during old mondstadt? (aka did nb get to use freedom-sworn as an actual combat weapon)

I probably left out a lot of things so i may go back later to edit, but there are just. SO many things hoyoverse keeps behind the lore basement. If anyone would like to add onto this list, or provide personal headcanons and/or canon answers to the things mentioned here, i highly reccomend doing so.

@honorary-fool @amarisrosalette @gierosajie @lanternlightss @arson-n-quwubilder @littleblueberryartist @lilyandthegenshinbrainrot @elysianheresy

@goyayato @lordofthetower @nellfe-the-feral-creature @thatonenerdinyourclassroom

@yume-shirokuro

(if anyone tagged would not like to be tagged, please let me know)

#old mondstadt #genshin impact #genshin theories #nameless bard #venti #wispti #wisp venti #redhaired warrior #amos #amos genshin impact #gunnhildr #decarabian #writing prompts

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Everybody Hurts

Chapter 7

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 10/11

Word Count: 5.7K

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Posting today because my daughter's birthday is tomorrow. We have family coming over right after work and I don't want to forget.

“Hey Lance, can you wait just a moment? I’d like to have a word with you,” you called out as the dismissal bell rang and your class leapt from their seats, backpacks on, ready and eager to get out the door and seize what was left of this beautiful day. 

Lance, sandy haired, blue eyed bully that he was trudged toward your desk with clear annoyance on his face. In your eight years of teaching, you had never met a child you didn’t like. Sure, some of them were tougher than others but a lot of times it was simply because they needed some love and attention or they were struggling due to a learning disability and their frustration came out as misbehavior. Sometimes it was a struggle to control their big emotions and they would have to work through various coping strategies, learning the proper way to handle those big feelings raging in their small bodies. 

You’d always been good at building relationships with kids, letting them know how much you cared about them, that you were on their side, and you wanted them to do well. You were skilled at getting to the bottom of the behavior so they could be successful whether that meant lunches with you so the kid could talk things out or tutoring after school so they could become proficient with the skills they were missing. It was something you took pride in, the thing you felt was most important about the job you’d chosen.

No. You had never not liked a student before but Lance, he was pushing it. He was so damn hard to like and that made you feel uneasy. It gave you that sick, twisted feeling in your stomach. What kind of teacher didn’t like all of their students? What kind of human didn’t like a child? Because that was what he was at the end of the day. Yes, he was mean. He was a bully. But he was still just a boy and you couldn’t stop trying to reach him no matter if it felt like slamming your head against a wall.

“Yeah Ms. Campbell?” he asked, his tone meant to convey to you that he was bored with this conversation already and would like nothing more than to be done with it so he could leave. “Whatever it is, you better hurry. My dad is going to be waiting for me outside and he’s going to be mad if I’m not out there.”

“I am sure Mr. Johnson will understand that I needed a minute to talk to you,” you assured him, but you weren’t actually sure of that. 

Mr. Johnson seemed to think his time was far more valuable than anyone else’s as evidenced by the way he kept glancing at his watch last month when you’d met about Lance’s behavior that hadn’t yet changed. It was apparent in the way he’d dismissed his behavior as just ‘boys will be boys.’ The very reminder of that conversation made you cringe. There was nothing worse than a father who wanted to perpetuate the stereotype that cruelty and violence were okay, that being a boy was a valid excuse for being a bully.

“You know, we have talked multiple times about the way you speak to and treat Charlie. It’s unacceptable, Lance. This classroom is a safe space for every child who walks through that door and you’re not making this a safe space for him.”

“Why should I?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. “Charlie’s nothing but a freak and everyone knows it.”

As soon as he said that word, you felt your face flush hot with anger. It was like a volcano buried in the depths of your soul was suddenly brought to the surface, threatening to erupt all over this child. Eddie’s face as he spat that word, as he stated that was how the whole town saw him, flashed before your eyes and you had to remind yourself that you were speaking to a nine year old. This kid was not speaking about Eddie but you refused to allow another child to grow up with the same tormented look in their eyes, the same armor coating them to keep them safe from the hateful words spat by ignorant people.

You closed your eyes, inhaling slowly while mentally counting to ten. You had never raised your voice at a student before and you had no intention of starting now, no matter how frustrating Lance was. You were the adult here and you were going to act like it. You were not going to lose your temper no matter how badly you wanted to. Opening your eyes, you plastered a smile on your face, folded your hands on your desk, and decided to try again. 

“Lance, that is not a kind word and it is not one that I want to hear in my classroom ever again. Just because someone is different from you does not make them a freak. Charlie has the right to feel comfortable in his learning space and I will not have you making him uncomfortable anymore. If you continue to do so, then I am afraid that I will have to…”

“Then maybe he shouldn’t dress like that and maybe he should cut his hair if he doesn’t want people calling him a freak. He brings it on himself,” snorted Lance, cutting you off. “My dad says freaks are asking for it. He says we have to put them in their place or they can hurt people like that freak did when he was in high school.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, completely baffled by this abrupt shift in conversation. Mr. Johnson had to have been in high school at least ten years ago. What did that have to do with the conversation you were having today?

“Eddie Munson,” the boy spat, his eyes flashing with a rage he shouldn’t even be capable of at only nine years old. Rage for a man he couldn’t possibly even know. Rage that made your blood run cold. You’d never seen such hatred in a child’s eyes before.

You were stunned, struggling to process the name this child had just spat out. Eddie hurt people? Sure, he could be a jerk. He could be angry and surly and unpleasant to be around but you couldn’t see him hurting people. It didn’t make any sense and why would a student in your class even know about something like that? Your heart gave a painful tug at the very idea that Eddie was capable of harming another person because it couldn’t be true. What was this kid talking about?

“How do you know Eddie?”

“Everybody in Hawkins knows Eddie. He’s the psycho freak killer who got off without being punished because the chief likes him. He killed my dad’s friends and he never went to jail,” Lance hissed at you, his small fists clenched at his sides, making you feel uneasy in a way you never had before. “Charlie has long hair, he wears shirts with all those satanic bands on them, and he plays that evil game just like Eddie. I’m just making sure he knows that I know exactly what he is and I won’t let him hurt anybody like Eddie did.”

“Killed…no…that can’t be right. Lance, I think you’re confused. You’ve heard things and you twisted them. I don’t think you know what you’re talking about,” you insisted. 

“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” Lance shot back confidently. “You can ask anyone in this town. Everyone knows what he did. Everyone knows he’s a murderer.” 

He snatched up his backpack from the floor and began heading out of the classroom. You couldn’t just let him go but your brain was struggling to form words, to rationalize what you should say, to grasp the enormity of what this kid had just dumped on you. You scrambled, trying to come up with something to turn this around, to make him see that he couldn’t possibly be correct because this couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t.

“Lance, we’re not done talking,” you called out finally but he was already gone. 

Eddie? Eddie killed people? No. There was no way. Lance had seemed absolutely convinced but could you believe some nine year old who had clearly inherited his dad’s high school grudges? Perhaps he’d just overheard a conversation and misinterpreted the information. Kids did that all the time but the rage and hatred that was on that little boy’s face had been positively terrifying. You were definitely going to need to keep a really close eye on the situation with Charlie.  

You’d thought it had been simple childhood antics, a boy who was pushing the limits to see how far he could go or a misunderstood hatred based on lack of personal connection, but this was something far deeper. This was something that had been spurred on by his father who was holding onto an ugly hatred that ran deep. Lance seemed to think he was on a mission to keep the town safe from someone dangerous. He was determined and absolutely convinced that Charlie could become a monster of some kind. It could turn nasty really fast if you weren't careful. You would have to sit down with the principal and let him know what was going on, maybe get the boys to see the counselor together to see if they could work out their issues before something happened that couldn’t be taken back, couldn’t be fixed. 

Poor little Charlie. You knew that his dad was in a band. He loved to tell you about sitting in on their practices. He was even learning how to play the drums just like his dad. Music was vital in their home. It was life. That was why he was always wearing heavy metal shirts. He was emulating his dad, like most boys his age, because he adored his dad, idolized him. 

His dad also played DnD. You knew this because Charlie loved to talk about his dad and his friends teaching him, about how he was developing his own character and soon they were going to let him sit in on campaigns. It was all he’d talked about at recess earlier, choosing to sit with you instead of running around the playground after Lance had embarrassed him yet again. You’d sent Lance into the office but the damage had been done and Charlie didn’t have the heart to keep on playing like a carefree kid when he was anything but. You were determined to stop this from continuing. You would not watch this sweet child have his spirit shattered by some mean bully.

You despised people who judge others based on how they looked or the things that brought them joy. Jesus, it was just a game, some silly, nerdy game that hurt no one. And who cared what kind of music anyone listened to? Would Mr. Johnson tell his son to put you in your place if he knew you enjoyed listening to heavy metal on occasion? There was nothing that felt better when you were angry than cranking up some head banging riffs and losing yourself in the fury and passion of a metal song. Maybe you should show up to work in your Black Sabbath shirt and see if Lance had anything to say to you, see what Mr. Johnson thought, if he had the guts to bully you.

But this revelation about Eddie had your stomach twisted in knots, nervous you were going to lose the apple and cashews you’d had for afternoon snack. You’d been alone with him twice now. If he was some monster wouldn’t he have tried something? He’d had the perfect opportunity. He’d had you in his van, alone. And yeah, the group knew you were with him after the bonfire but no one had known you were with him a couple days ago when you had gone to look at his uncle’s car. He could have driven you anywhere, done anything he’d wanted to you. He was strong. You hadn’t been able to push him away from your bike. He could have overpowered you easily and played innocent when you were proclaimed missing. If he’d gotten away with it once, why wouldn’t he do it again?

Brown eyes, dark with anger, appeared in your mind, an icy shiver trailing along your spine. But they were quickly replaced with the way they melted when the two of them were talking about music, the way they looked wounded when you’d insisted he hated you, the way they crinkled in the corners when you got that rare smile out of him. You just couldn’t picture that man doing something so awful. 

But you didn’t know him, not really. You’d only met him a few days ago so how could you be so sure? And why the hell did it bother you so much to think he wasn’t a good guy? He was just a guy, a guy you’d met through other people, a guy who’d been rude and condescending to you. But he was also a guy who’d driven you home from the lake and waited to make sure you’d gotten in okay, who’d reached out to help you find a car knowing you needed one, who offered to fix it for you. The two sides of him were so contradictory. 

The simple answer, the smart solution to all of this, would be to just stay away from him, avoid him completely. No point in taking chances if he could be dangerous. It was what you should be doing anyway but you didn’t want to. And yes, it would make hanging out with the rest of his friends hard, people you’d come to adore already if you refused to be around him, but you also couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing him again. Those dark messy waves, those big doe eyes, those lips that were as plush as a pillow. You couldn’t bear the thought of never making him laugh again, never making that smile break through the storm that was hovering just behind it. 

Shit. You had to know what the hell was going on in this damn town. You were so tired of all this cryptic bullshit. You shoved your stuff into your backpack quickly, locked up your classroom, and raced out to your bike. There was some kind of dark secret in this town, skeletons in the closet that haunted this place and your new friends and you were going to figure out what it was. 

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You stuffed your bike into the rack and raced up the steps of the Hawkins Library, determined to find answers to the questions that had been bubbling within you since the bonfire. A nagging sensation, like something was just beyond your reach, something you could grab if you could just stretch your arm a bit further consumed you. You felt driven to chase it, to pursue it, to look under every single rock if you had to. Like if you could just find this answer, you could make it all make sense, you could crack the enigma that was Eddie. You could understand what was going on with your new friends, possibly even help them somehow.

“Back again?” asked Marissa, the librarian, glancing up from her desk over those horn rimmed glasses. “Did you already read your books? If you liked them, I would be more than happy to recommend some other reads for you.”

“No, actually, I was wondering if I could have the key to the archives?” you asked carefully, not wanting to make her suspicious. You didn’t know why. You had every right to look in the public archives. That’s what they were there for. “You know, I’m new here and I’m curious about the town. I just wanted to do some research about the local history of this place, have a look at old news articles and stuff? If that’s okay?”

Marissa’s lips pressed together, her eyes glancing down quickly as she removed her glasses, allowing them to rest against her chest as they hung from the chain, “Ahh, so I am guessing you’ve started to hear all the stories, huh?”

“Stories?”

“Well, most people don’t want to comb through the archives of some small, boring town so I assume you have a reason. I am guessing you’ve heard about the murders ten years ago? It was awful. This whole place lost its mind, bunch of vigilantes out in the streets ready to hang that poor Munson kid.” Marissa sighed, shaking her head. “Chief Powell had a difficult time trying to keep everyone in line. There are still people around here who think that kid did it. You know, he was different, not what people in Hawkins could understand so they condemned him immediately, guilty without a trial. But I never believed it. His uncle used to bring him in here when he was younger and he was always sweet as pie to me. He would just devour books. I was always trying to find new things for him. He was hard to resist with those big old brown eyes. He loved fantasy books, anything with dragons and magic and far off places. I think he just needed an escape. Poor thing had a hard time of it, growing up with his dad going to jail and his mom ODing.”

You gasped, the sound far louder than you’d meant it to be, echoing throughout the library. A sudden pain tore at your heart, crushed by those words, every breath feeling like a struggle to fill your lungs completely. That was why he lived with his uncle. No wonder it had been such a sore topic for him. No wonder he’d gotten so angry when you’d asked about it. You ached for that sweet little boy who had been through more pain and trauma at such a young age than most experienced in their entire lifetime but had it made him into a killer?

“So, if you don’t think it was Eddie, who do you think did it?” you asked, your voice wavering on each syllable as you struggled to gain control of your faculties. 

Marissa shrugged, “I don’t know for sure. Nobody does. Chief Hopper came back and saved the day. We all thought he’d died in a mall fire the year before but he’d been concussed from the blast when the propane from the gas grills in the restaurants exploded inside. He didn’t know who he was and wandered around, winding up in some other town or something until his memory came back? That’s what we were told anyway. I don’t know. None of it really made sense to me but everyone was so relieved to see him, it didn’t really matter. So anyway, he came back, took back his place as chief, and he cleared the Munson kid within a week. Made a lot of enemies that day, let me tell you. The town is fairly split where Eddie’s concerned. But if you’re asking my opinion, I think it was that Carver kid. He died in the earthquake but he had a gun and threatened poor Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield. I think he lost his damn mind and went on a killing spree. I mean his girlfriend was the first victim which is pretty fishy. And she was found in Eddie’s trailer. I’ve always wondered if her and Eddie had something going on that they were keeping secret and that kid found out about it and just snapped. I’m telling you something was up with that boy but that’s just my opinion. Some people turned that boy into a martyr but I never did like him. He was always a bully, thinking he was so much better than everyone else around here and he made that Munson boy’s life a living hell from the time Eddie moved to Hawkins. Never passed up a chance to throw a cheap shot his way if he could or have that awful Andy hold him down so he could get in a few punches.”

A mall fire? An earthquake in Indiana? A police chief who died but came back with a story of memory loss? A young boy who disappeared, they had a funeral for because they found some other unidentified boy in the quarry, but he came back too? A girl dying from exposure to toxic chemicals? A bunch of unexplained murders? A group of raccoons going rabid enough to attack and leave a man scarred? This was all completely unbelievable, like some movie plot for a government conspiracy story or some teenage dystopian novel about an apocalypse. You needed to get into those archives because none of this was adding up to anything that made any sense. 

“But if you want to read about it for yourself, here you go,” Marissa told you, pulling a key off a hook in front of her and holding it out. “Just a bit of warning, the murders were pretty gruesome. The pictures are hard to look at. It was…” She shuddered, closing her eyes against the images she’d brought up for herself. “It was like something out of a horror movie. I don’t know how a human being could do something like that.”

You swallowed hard, squeaking out a small thank you as you took the keys from Marissa. As you made your way down into the basement you began to second guess yourself. Was this really a good idea? Maybe ignorance would be better. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. What if what you found was awful? What if what you found gave you no choice but to leave Hawkins and start all over again? To leave the new friends you’d found, the new job you loved, to leave Eddie? 

You knew it shouldn’t matter. You barely knew any of these people but you already felt a gaping hole where they should be at the thought of losing any of them. You felt a gnawing ache, a dull pain that stretched across your chest at the idea that you might never actually get through those defenses of Eddie’s because everything in you told you that underneath all of that armor was a guy worth knowing. There was no way all of those people would still hang with him, be loyal, stand by him if he wasn’t. That was why these allegations seemed insane to you. 

You looked through the small cards, relieved to find you were alone. You didn’t need anyone else seeing what you were doing and asking questions. You were going to need to use the microfiche. A small town like Hawkins hadn’t quite jumped on the internet bandwagon yet. Big city libraries had them but the internet hadn’t quite made its way everywhere just yet. You and Cam had just gotten a computer before the divorce and having access to all that information had been intoxicating. You’d lost yourself for hours just exploring the world wide web. 

Marissa had said the murders happened ten years ago so that would have been 1986. You figured you would start in January and work your way forward. You grabbed all the cards from that year, placed the first one in, and began scrolling through articles, not finding much at first. It was all the normal small town news. Lots of articles about the Hawkins Tigers basketball team having a stellar season. Clearly high school sports were a big deal in this town. There was a headline about a llama loose in the town and how no one seemed to know where it had come from. There was an article about town speed limit signs going missing. Nothing that screamed murder town. 

Then you hit the end of March and there it was, Local girl found dead in Forest Hills trailer park. Your eyes moved left to right, devouring the entire article as quickly as you could, hungry and anxious to make some sense out of any of this.

In tragic news, Hawkins High student and beloved cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham, was found dead at Forest Hills Trailer Park last night. The police are not releasing any details at this time, saying only that they are investigating and interviewing those close to her. We spoke to Chrissy’s close friend, Becky Jenkins, who was grief stricken at the news.

“Chrissy is, like, the kindest person ever. Everyone loved her. I don’t know who would want to hurt her. Who would do something like this to Chrissy? She’d never hurt anyone. And it doesn’t make sense. Why would she be at that trailer park? She doesn’t hang out with anyone who lives there, none of us do.”

As to why Chrissy was at Forest Hills the night of her murder, that answer remains unclear. A source within the coroner’s office informed us that her murder was quite gruesome. He has never seen anything like this in his career. Her limbs were snapped, her jaw broken, and her eyes had been cut out of her head. With this disturbing news, Hawkins is sounding more like Haddonfield. Could we have our own bogeyman wandering our streets?

You sat back, swallowing down the bile that had collected in your mouth. Limbs snapped? Eyes cut out? Jesus Christ, the person who did this was absolutely sadistic. There was a picture of Chrissy in her cheerleading uniform at a basketball game, a huge smile on her face. She was so pretty. She looked so sweet. Who could possibly do something like that to this girl? Your heart broke at the thought of the life this girl would never get to live, a life cut short, far too short in such a violent way. There was no mention of Eddie. You scrolled through until you came across another headline, another murder. 

Another horrifying murder has hit our quiet town. Fred Benson, another Hawkins High student who worked on the school paper, has been brutally slaughtered. Him and another school reporter, Nancy Wheeler, were at Forest Hills trailer park. They informed an officer that they were checking on their friend who lived there, which was why officers let them through the barricade. 

At some point later that night, Nancy noticed that Fred had gone missing and informed the officers who had been under the impression that the two teens had already vacated the premises. They began to search for him, finding his body in the middle of the road just outside of the woods. His injuries were identical to those of Chrissy Cunningham’s, limbs snapped, jaw broken, eyes gone. Is it possible our town is becoming the victim of a serial killer who is just beginning their spree of violence?

Nancy’s name jumped out at you from the sea of words on the screen. So Nancy knew one of the victims and had been with him right before he was murdered. Could the friend they were visiting in Forest Hills be Eddie? Still no mention of him in the article. If the police suspected him at this point, they were keeping it close to the vest. You didn’t have to scroll very far to find more. The very next headline was another murder. 

Lock your doors and don’t venture out after dark Hawkins residents. It’s official. We have a serial killer loose in Hawkins. The murder of Patrick McKinney makes three in just three days. Police received a frantic call from the home of Rick Lipton, which has been abandoned since the drug dealer was sentenced to time in prison. 

Upon their arrival, they found Jason Carver kneeling in the sand, cradling the body of his friend whose injuries were horrifyingly identical to the two previous murders. Mr. Carver told an outlandish story about demon possession, saying his friend floated in the air before his bones snapped and his eyes burst. It leaves this reporter to wonder if the trauma he has experienced with murder of his girlfriend and one of his best friends has caused him to lose touch with reality.

The police are currently looking for Eddie Munson who Jason Carver told them was present at the scene of the crime. He is considered a person of interest and wanted for questioning. It has now been revealed that the body of Chrissy Cunningham was found in his trailer only lending to the suspicion of his involvement in these horrific deaths. 

As this town already knows, this would not be Eddie Munson’s first run-in with the law. It has also been brought to our attention that he currently leads a cult, called Hellfire, that he has been initiating young freshmen into. Could he be murdering these victims in some twisted satanic ritual? Chief Powell will be holding a meeting at town hall tonight to answer questions and hopefully shed some light onto this very dark situation.

The chair skid across the floor as you jumped back and up, as if you could distance yourself from this information you wished you didn’t know. Why had you gone digging? Why hadn’t you left it alone? The cheerleader was found in his trailer? Was it the same one you’d sat in, just yesterday, with him and his uncle? Had you been sitting in the same place where a girl had been brutally tortured and murdered? Had you been sitting across from the guy who’d done it?

And what was with this Jason guy saying his friend floated up in the air? Like he just hung up there and his bones broke and his eyes disintegrated without anyone touching him? Was the guy disassociating, losing his mind like the journalist thought? It was possible. That was a lot of loss to process in such a short amount of time, his girlfriend and one of his best friends within days of each other. And not just a death, the most gruesome and horrific death imaginable? Could his mind have twisted what he saw, trying to make it more tolerable? But Marissa had thought Jason was the killer? Was that possible? Was he fabricating stories, planting seeds, to get people’s eyes off him? And what better scapegoat than the guy the town already saw as the outsider?

You inhaled slowly and sat back down. There were more articles and you read every single one, searching for anything that would show Eddie’s innocence. One focused entirely on Eddie, but it wasn’t a positive one, all about the Hellfire Club that he was apparently the leader of. The town appeared to think it was some kind of cult that worshiped Satan and did rituals sacrificing virgins or something. 

You flashed back to the eighties, the height of the Satanic Panic that you remembered all too well. Headline after headline about these demon worshiping freaks who played a game that promoted ritual sacrifice, murder, and, gasp, homosexuality. Those poor kids that got accused of that young girl’s murder, just like Eddie. Presumed guilty with no actual proof. People would come up with any kind of bullshit to demonize what they didn’t like or understand. Heaven forbid they actually educate themselves or try to have an ounce of tolerance for anyone who was different from them, who didn’t fit in their little Stepford Wives neighborhoods. 

Another article talked about the earthquake that rocked the town shortly after the murders. Massive fissures straight down the middle of the road, the library destroyed, over twenty people dead. It had been believed that Eddie had died in the earthquake but then a month later, there was another article about Chief Hopper’s miraculous return. Quickly following was Eddie’s return from the grave as the Chief cleared his name, claiming Eddie had solid alibis for each of the murders. A lot of people rose from the dead in this place.

There was also an article about Max Mayfield’s miraculous recovery, waking from a coma, after a close call with the Hawkins serial killer. Her broken bones healed after multiple surgeries. She had regained most of her sight but her eyes were forever scarred from the trauma of her close call with a violent madman. That definitely explained the sunglasses that she wore all the time. However, there was no explanation as to how she had escaped this crazed murderer or who it was.

It was like being inside of a tornado, the thoughts swirling violently through your head. Everything was spinning, moving, filing in, but none of it was making any sense. This did not add up. Your brain was working overtime to make all of this information fit into a logical picture but you couldn’t. Had the town of Hawkins really bought this crock of shit? These explanations were weak, full of holes. How had this town just gone on with their lives and accepted these flimsy explanations? You felt like you had more questions than answers. 

You knew where she was going to start to find some answers though. Nancy’s name had been right there in bold, black print. She’d been at one of the murder sites. She’d personally known one of the victims. Your new friend knew a lot more than what she was sharing and you intended to find out exactly what that was. 

You knew you couldn’t call her tonight. They were all at Eddie’s weekly gig with his band at The Hideout. Max had tried to call you last night to invite you but you’d politely declined, needing a break from him and his constant mood swings. Needing a break from your intensifying feelings for him too. Besides, you were pretty sure he wouldn’t be amused if you showed up. If he’d wanted you there, he would have invited you himself and you weren't holding your breath for that invitation.

But tomorrow after work, you were going to get to the bottom of this. You would show up on Nancy’s doorstep and demand that she tell you what in the hell was going on. You needed answers. You weren't going to rest until you found out exactly what had happened in this town a decade ago. Because one thing was obvious, the events of the past were still haunting this place and the people who lived here today. 

Chapter 8

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[nogenderbee]

Hi bee, may I rqs oneshot Reo with childhood friends to lover trope?

So reader and Reo are childhood bestie but they both separate for years because reader's parents have a job or something to do that make reader need to follow their parents and leave Reo behind but they made promise that they will meet each other again eventhough they don't know when. Until few years later, they both meet again and surprisingly reader in the same school as Reo

Absolutely! I may or may've not had a bit too much fun with this... but hopefully you'll still like it as much as I enjoyed writing this! ^^

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You finally came back to your native city after almost 10 years. You knew there was absolutely no chance for any of your old friends remembering you so you decided to start a new life here.

You were just going through corridors of your new school as you tried finding your class. You brough the paper a bit closer to your face trying to read small letters, you didn't even noticed person coming from the opposite direction which of course lead to you two bumping into each other and loosing your balance a bit.

When you looked up you saw a boy with short purple hair and purple eyes, you were almost 100% sure it was one of your childhood friends, Reo Mikage. You wanted to ask him if it's really him right here and now but you just had to make sure he was alright first.

"Are you okey? Sorry for bumping into you..."

"Y/N? When did you came back?"

But it looks like boy you bumped into wasn't so patient, maybe he was even more excited to see you than you were to see him!

"Just three days ago... Reo? Right? You go to this school?"

"That's me. And yes, I do but looking at your plan, I don't think we're in the same clas... I can walk you to your class tho?"

He said as he handed you your plan after having quick look at it. At least you don't need to worry about finding your next class anymore!

"That'd be great! Thanks a lot!"

"Absolutely no problem."

He answered with small smile before he showed you your next class. On your way he also exchanged phone numbers with you and shared his plan with you so you two can meet whenever you'd like.

"How about I walk you home after classes? I'd be nice to catch up, wouldn't it?"

"Oh totally! Where should we meet?"

"Just wait for me in front of your last class, I will find you."

You nodded at his small suggestion. It was nice way of him saying he doesn't want you to get lost... but it's still nice to see him caring for you like it used to be!

Once final bell rang, you excitedly packed yourself. Not only because you were finally reunited with your best friend but also because you were getting reunited with your crush! You still remember your cute little crush you had when you were children. Some might think you got over it by the years but it wasn't your case... if anything it grew a lot stronger!

"Hello Y/N! Are you ready to go?"

Familiar voice woke you up from your thoughts and catched you off guard as well, leading to you being a bit more nervous. Not necessarily because you were the shy type but because the person you were daydreaming off just now woke you up fromm your exact daydreams.

"Y-Yeah! Let's go!"

But luckily for you, he didn't seemed to notice and slowly walked with you towards your place. Basically it was him guiding you to school gate but from there, you took the lead! But of course, it wasn't a quite walk as the two of you had a lot to catch up!

"I still find it impossible we met so easily you know? I mean... what are the chances I ended up in the same school as you after so many years!?"

"Heh~ Well I'm not really complaining. I know it may seem childish but I think it may be our promise doing it's thing..."

"Huh? What promise?"

Your question made small smile of Reo's turn into one of embarrassment and shyness as his cheeks became slightly more pink.

"Oh... it's fine if you don't remember. It was quite a lot of time that passed..."

He finally looked back at you, back with that small smile of his.

"I remember us promising we'll meet again, no matter how long it takes. Heh~ I even promised I'll fly over whole world just to find you."

That explanation finally hit you, you weren't even watching over your words anymore. You just enjoyed those childhood memories coming back to your head.

"Ah right, now I remember! It was around that time when I barely confessed to you about my crush! Hehe~ I can't believe you remembered it."

"C-Crush?"

When you looked back at Reo you noticed him blushing and with slighly wide eyes. That sight caused you to realize what you just said... and your cheeks also became a bit more red as you thought of possible ways of getting out of this situation.

"W-Well... uhh... hehe... we... we were kids! You know how kids are... uh... silly ideas and all! Heh..."

"Heh, yes... you're right..."

The two of you walked in silence for a little while. You were just about to break it by starting some new topic but it looks like your friend was faster than you.

"Do you still... feel the same?"

He was looking away, his cheeks were burning right now! Could it be that he... felt something for you as well?

You ran away from your crush once, when you were a child. And now world decided to give you another chance and if he's not giving you hints he likes you, then you may as well change school because there's no way you're keeping it in again! Someone needs to be the brave one here!

You collected all your courage and looked straigh at him as you said your next words.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

It was easy to say your sudden eye contact made the boy next to you more flustered but he tried his best to also collect his courage. He didn't wanted you to get the wrong idea after all!

"Would you believe me if I said I do too? Since we were children actually..."

His sudden confession got you a bit surprised. Not only because he loved you as well right now but because he had a crush on you as children and you didn't notice anything!!

"Seriously!? So we both were oblivious of each others feelings for this long...?"

"I-It looks like so..."

In that moment you arrived at your place, as if world wanted to ruin this beatiful moment for both of you. Boy knew where this will go so he gently grabbed your hand, also making you look at him.

"In that case... would you let me take you to cafe? Tomorrow? After school?"

You just nodded excitedly. Both of you were blushing messes in that moment but it was obvious none of you mind, after all that was the moment when you and your crush finally got together! You thought it'll only happen in you dreams and yet here you are!

He soon let go of your hand but just after he placed a soft kiss on it's back. Before walking away he said few last words...

"I can't wait for tomorrow then~"

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[ghostlykeyes]

Hello! I absolutely LOVE your heartsteel Kayn headcanons, you capture his character so well. What kinds of headcanons would you have for Kayn going for a night out (esp. with the heartsteel boys)?

Ty!! <3

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: NIGHT OUT HEADCANONS ♡ TW's: Alcohol usage ♡ SFW ♡ Thank you!!! This one's not for Kayn/reader, just single Kayn (if Kayn's in a relationship with u imagine this all as the exact same except he's calling you 3,000 times at random points during the excursions)

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KAYN

Kayn will often flake on plans if they're made in advance, so it's best to blindside him with a night out. He's much more likely to attend if someone texts him, "Party at 10, u in?" than if they let him know a week prior. That being said, he usually goes out with his bandmates either way. He's trying to be a team player, at least a little bit, and he knows that means he can't bail on guys' night out. (Plus, he has enough fun with Heartsteel to make it worth going—not that he'd ever admit he actually likes partying with them.)

Even though he pretends he 'woke up like this', Kayn spends waaaaay too much time in front of the mirror before a night out. Gotta make sure his nail polish isn't chipped and his hair's swept back in that perfect 'I don't give a fuck' type way, you know?

Kayn stashes extra jewelry in his pockets before heading out to a party—he knows he's probably about to lose a hand of rings and a bracelet within two hours. Best to keep stocked up so he can maintain his carefully-curated look.

Dressed to kill. Kayn likes to play with textures, silhouette, and bursts of neon color. His going-out fits lean towards techwear and the tamer side of cybergoth.

You already know Kayn pregames like a motherfucker. Expect him to be a few shots deep before the night even starts. And, once he's buzzed, he's not about to let himself get even halfway to sober. Doesn't matter what, he drinks whatever Ezreal puts in front of him. He also keeps a flask tucked in a side pocket, and he's surprisingly willing to pass it around. If they promise to buy him a drink at the next bar, he lets any of his bandmates take a generous gulp.

After getting a little tipsy, the guys like to scribble graffiti tags all over everything, so Kayn keeps a handful of paint markers on him in everyone's preferred colors. Of course, he won't hand them out for free. Often, Ezreal and Sett can be convinced to split Kayn's chores for the next two weeks in exchange for the Poscas.

Starting out at a bar or club is just fine but Kayn's surprisingly opposed to bar-hopping. There's way too many people in way too small of a space. A few hours in, Kayn prefers to duck out of the sweaty bodies and pounding music. At this point, he just wants to wander around and get in trouble with his boys. City streets, grocery stores, empty parking garages—anywhere is fine, though Kayn gets extremely annoyed (and slightly more inclined to property destruction) whenever they're asked to leave somewhere. For this reason K'sante and Yone try to make sure wherever they end up is relatively isolated. Less of a chance of getting kicked out that way. An abandoned building where they can bring a huge speaker and chill out is a prime place to close an evening out.

If you're a fan, this is probably the worst time to approach Kayn for an autograph. When he's trying to let loose the LAST thing he wants is to get bugged by groupies. He won't even give you a second look, scoffing: "I don't do autographs." If Sett notices him being mean, he'll offer to sign two things for you to make up for his friend's rudeness. It helps, of course, but still. Don't approach Kayn in public unless you want your dreams shattered.

Of the group Kayn's the most likely to break something. This ranges from everything like accidentally shattering a shot glass to absolutely intentionally wrecking one of those public-use electric scooters. (How was he supposed to know you're not supposed to do quint whips on those, he asks. He ignores Ezreal when he points out that crashing full speed into a dumpster has nothing to do with pulling off tricks.)

As everyone's winding down for the night, Kayn's been known to smoke a cigarette or two on the apartment stairs or balcony. He never smokes otherwise, but it's a bit of a ritual at this point. When Kayn ducks out for a smoke, then the rest of the guys know not to bother him anymore. He's done.

Kayn refuses to drink water or change into pajamas after returning from a night out. Best you're gonna get from him is him taking his clothes off before passing out. No teeth-brushing, no shower, nothing. All routines are abandoned and he falls straight into a thirteen hour coma.

It doesn't matter how much he did, or didn't drink, Kayn's an absolute zombie the morning after a night out. Don't expect him to leave his room until three pm, and even then, he's probably only getting up so he can go on a McDonald's run (his signature hangover order: two fish filets, fries, and a large Sprite).

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel kayn #kayn #sheida kayn #kayn headcanons #kayn lol #kayn league of legends

[alastors-sthuff]

Okay so, this is my second original post but my first every writing on here. I've done my best and I hope whoever comes across this will like it!

Where?: Mortal Kombat 11

Who?: Shang Tsung, Fujin, Noob Saibot, Nightwolf.

Bonus!: Koushi Sugawara

Where?: Haikyuu!

Request?: No

Summary: Mentioned characters with a Goth reader; the reader is male and is a crush for the characters.

If anyone wants to see this type of post with any other types of reader just send it in the requests and I will gladly do it.

Shang Tsung

The first time he saw you was when he assisted your training against Kitana; there were people watching and cheering either you or Kitana on, although it was just a practice match, everyone that was there wanted to see this go down.

You immediately caught Shang Tsung's eye; your heavy chained choker, your sharp finger rings, your platform shoes and your hairstyle. You had it all! He caught himself smirking and eyeing you up and down as you got in your stance. He admired those broad shoulders and chest as well with your arm accessorized with jewelry from your forearms to your wrists.

"Finish her!" It rang in everyone's ears as they watched you heavily breath, trying to catch your breath while you wiped your brow; Shang Tsung took a beep breath in as he took one step forward, placing his arms behind his back as he lowered his head, yet his eyes still stared at you. The fighters watched as your fatality went down, Kitana just lying in a pool of her own blood as you finished in your starting stance.

You were just too perfect, perfect for him, perfect beside him, perfect in his throne room; he knew he had to ask you to be his king before anyone else did.

Fujin

He saw you talking to his brother one evening as he was passing by, but immediately stopped in his tracks when he noticed how you were dressed... choker with chains, a lot of rings around your fingers, platform boots and a no sleeved shirt with a huge red skull on it. Least to say he was suspicious, in his world villains usually dress in dark colors, but maybe it was a common human thing? In his time on earth he rarely encountered humans dresses like yourself; I mean if he did he would surely remember, right? Right!

But his suspicions grew small as he saw you and Raiden shaking hands with a thank you as you both parted ways but he rose a brow when you eyed him up and down with question; he completely forgot that he was just standing and staring at you! He felt like such an idiot!

You slowly start walking toward the man but get stopped by Kung Lao saying your name "Hey (y/n)! I was wondering if you wanted to train together if you have some time. I've asked Jade but she declined" He says sheepishly with a chuckle as he looks at you, crossing his arms. You chuckle and roll your eyes, placing you thumbs in your pockets "Surprise surprise, 'course she did" You answer with a chuckle "Sure, I'm down, get going and I'll be there in a minute" You continue in a delighted tone "Listen uh- You see that guy with the white long hair?" You whisper to Kung Lao, stopping him in his tracks. He glances at Fujin and smirks, clearly recognizing that look "Oh, you mean Fujin? What about him?" He questions in a sly tone as he wraps an arm around your shoulder "Why is he just staring at me? It's been over 10 minutes and he's creeping me out" You shiver; you've never met that man and he could be one someone who has it out for you, you just didn't want anyone to get hurt "I recognize that look anywhere" He teases as he lets you go "Don't do anything stupid!" You shout at. He just laughs "Ok!"

You roll your eyes as he see Kung Lao dragging Fujin toward you. Man, poor guy... Oh well.

Noob Saibot: Bi-Han

The firts time he saw you was with Grandmaster Hasashi and his brother in the temple; you were send with them because you insisted Hanzo for it, reason being you knew you could be of assistance because of your abilities, although you assured them that you wouldn't be an obstacle, just a backup.

You got into action quite fast when Noob Saibot appeared, looking for a battle when he demanded you stepped up; he claimed he'd never seen you before and wanted to see if you were a soul worth his future time. You agreed to the battle, saying that all these chains and leather around your arms and neck was not just for show and that if he was curious he could grow some balls and step up. Noob Saibot merely just chuckled and got in his stance, impressed by your sharp tongue.

After a lot of spilled blood and bloody clothes & everything else you wear, you ended up winning, preforming your fatality to finish him off and to buy the other two men some time. You chuckled and flexed your body, showing off your broad shoulders and built back to Noob as your victory pose, mocking him as a finish. He lightly laughed; he had to snach you away from his brother and killer to make you his king in his promised realm, and he knew he will. But not today, not now. Another time, soon.

Nightwolf

The first time he saw you he caught a glimpse of you battling with Kitana, her bladed fans pointing at your neck as you played on the floor with a pissed expression "You lost again (y/n), you're getting soft" She chuckles as she sits her fans down next to her, getting out of the stance. You laugh "You see that's not fair; you just won because I was injured. I got the cast off last month" You remind her as you grab her hand and get up, stumbling on your leg as you do "You need to get back to training if you want to be 100% next time. Raiden is waiting for you along with Fujin, start heading to them. I will be right there" She tells you as she helps you walk to a smooth ground. You nob as you hide your pain; you accidentally twisted your ankle and it was starting to hurt, but you said nothing to her because you refused to worry her; she alredy has so much on her plate, but as you walked it just became harder and harder, the pain packed tears to your eyes but did not spill "Augh, fuck that hurts. Shit" You whisper to yourself as you find a surface to lean on, gripping your arms around your leg, but it was getting way to hot to focus. You swat so much and your attire was not helping; leather bracelets accompanied by a huge choker with rings and chains, 5 chains of different sizes on your cargo pants.

Nightwolf passed by and hid behind the nearest corner; oh no, it's you! His crush! Oh god was is he gonna do?! Your attire always made him blush and sweaty, always finding you hot as hell, but way to proud to admit it. His head was taken out of his thoughts about you as he heard you hiss, followed by the noise of you taking your thick choker off your neck and throwing it in the dust. Something you really hate your style...

He took a deep breath in and came our of his closet- I mean corner, to help you walk "Greetings (y/n), do you need help?" He asked as I mentally composed himself. You look up at him as you take your hands off your ankle "Please. My leg is acting up and I can't walk. I'm suppost to go to Raiden and Fujin for training but, I can barely walk..." You explain in a dejected and sad tone "H-hop on my back, I'll give you a ride to your room" He proposes as he kneels down to you. You smile at him "You'd do that?" You ask in a hushed tone, but shake your head and cough "I mean, I can get there on my own Nightwolf, thanks" You say. He always made you forget your Goth tough guy act that you keep for your reputation "You don't need to pretend around me (y/n), I would love to get to get to know you" He says with an honest tone as he takes your hand in his.

His eyes widen as you blush a deep shade of red "UHHH-"

Koushi Sugawara!:

"If you're just gonna eyeball him, might as well I ask him out, no?" Daichi tells his friend as Asahi chuckles with a smile and closed eyes "N-no! Look at him, he way out of my league. There's no way I can ask a guy like that out and then get a yes- theres no way I can ask a guy like that out!" He says as he points as from across the gym, admiring your figure and form dressed in dark attire like a God, in his mind.

Nishinoya laughs and jumps on his shoulders "Aww, is the mighty 'upperclassman Sugawara' getting shy over a little crush?" He teases his older teammate "Hey, get off me! Nishinoya!" Sugawara laughs as he attempts to reach his head.

"What are you doing Noya?" Your voice rings as the duo stops "(y-y/n)! We're ju- uh- He's- ya see- uhh-" The gray haired male stutters as he blushes "Hey don't turn this on my bro! He did nothing, you blushing mess!" Tanaka shouts as he pulls Noya back on the ground "B-blushing?! I'm not blushing! At all!!" He retorts back at the younger teen "Not to break this, shitfest up. But I'm gonna head to change and meet you guys here. Boss said he organized a bbq?" You inquire as you take your black bag and put its strap on your shoulder "Oh, we don't have to change if you're wondering" Yamaguchi informs you, stopping you in your tracks toward the changing room "Come on Yams, you know I got my style" You say with a chuckle at the end, walking backward facing him as you open the door with your back.

Some minutes later, you come out the changing rooms dresses as you always dress so no one gave much though to it. Apart from Sugawara; he blushed deeply as he looked at you up and down, taking in your style "A-ah, that's a new choker?" He asks you as you walk toward him "Yeah, it is. Like it? I thought it suited me when I tried it on at the store" You tell him as you lift your head up a bit higher to show it off to the gray haired male, turning around, showing him tha buckle to give him a full taste. You stop as you hear Daichi's voice "Omay lovebirds, the teams are waiting for us" He says as he opens the gym door "Teams? As in it's not only us?" You ask him curiously "Nekoma and Fukorodani is going to be there!" Hinata tells you in his cheerful tone "Wow! Is that a new collar?!" He asks you as he touches it "Okay it's a choker. Choker, got it? And yes, its new" You emphasise.

Sugawara puts his hands on his mouth as he blushes deeply. Oh Hinata...

There we go! My first post done, and it only took me one week! Oops...

A second part will be out when I have more ideas on how to issue them.

#shang tsung x reader #fujin x reader #noob saibot x reader #bi han x reader #nightwolf x reader #Mortal Kombat 11 x reader #mk11 x reader #character x reader #male reader #goth reader #crushes #koushi sugawara x reader #haikyuu!! x reader

[devythebaddie]

Give 'Em Hell (a Hangman x reader story) - Chapter 1: Reminiscing and Reconnecting

PROMPT:

Timeline: Pre-TGM to TGM

Reader: Victoria "Stony" Kazansky (Iceman's daughter)

Background:

Tori is 4 years younger than Rooster (her BFF), and due to the whole paper-pulling incident, the two went to flight school together and graduated from Top Gun together. Tori ended up getting engaged to another pilot, Jeffrey "Phantom" Hart, but he was killed in combat a month or two before the events of TGM.

Story:

Upon being called back for the special mission (she was supposed to have 4 months leave due to the tragedy but as she is an incredible pilot with 2 confirmed air combat kills - suck it Hangman - her dad informed her of the mission and she decided to go), Rooster is there to comfort her after the whole death thing. Let's just say Hangman takes it the wrong way and thinks the two are a thing jealous Jake alert but when Tori explains the real story to him after being injured during a training session, he confesses his love, cheesy as ever.

*I aim to have 10 chapters of this story eventually, hope you like it!*

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Flashbacks. Victoria Kazansky was no stranger to them. She’d had them every night since the accident. Usually they’d wake her up with a start around two or three in the morning, then she’d get up, drink a bit of warm milk, and go back to sleep, but this time it wouldn’t work. She tried everything, but she couldn’t go back to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his plane shot down by enemy aircraft while she just sat there in her F-18 with a horrified look on her face, she heard his screams and promises of eternal love as the plane fell towards the water below, she lost her fiancé over and over and over. 

It wasn’t a coincidence that her nightmares were worse than usual. It was the day of Jeffrey’s funeral. She was just supposed to stand there in that black dress, let a few tears flow down her cheeks, and accept the condolences of the naval aviators around her. But all Tori felt like doing was rolling up into a ball on her bed - one that now felt too big - and crying herself to sleep. She couldn’t even fathom standing in front of two, let alone two hundred, people in only twelve hours. So Tori did the one thing she thought had a chance of working. She called Rooster.

Being Iceman’s daughter, Tori’s whole childhood was spent playing with Bradley Bradshaw. He may have been four years older than her, but the two were inseparable. As the two got older, and Maverick pulled Rooster’s papers from the naval academy, they grew apart a bit. It was only when Bradley and Victoria ended up in the same class at flight school (and later Top Gun) that they really became best friends again. The two called each other for everything - Rooster called Tori when he set it off with a girl, Tori called Rooster when she and Jeffrey got engaged, and normal, non-relationship-related things. They spent so much time together that people even assumed the two would end up together, but they truly had no feelings for one another except for brotherly and sisterly ones. Rooster was actually supposed to be Jeffrey’s best man at the wedding, as the two had been close at Top Gun, but now that was all ruined. He’d tried to call Tori countless times since the incident, but she’d only picked up once, saying, “I’m so sorry. I know you and Jeffrey were so close” and hanging up. This made her extremely nervous to call him this time, especially since it was extremely early in the morning.

She clicked on his contact on her phone and hesitantly hit the call button. It rang twice, and then he picked up. Tori let out a small gasp. 

“Tori? Victoria? Um, did you call me on purpose?” He asked. She didn’t know what to do, but somehow she found her voice and answered.

“Brad! Yes, uh, yeah, I did mean to call you. I…I need someone to talk to. I can’t sleep, and I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through the funeral.” Victoria admitted. She didn’t get a reply right away, hearing rustling, walking, door-slamming, and the sound of a car turning on before Bradley responded.

“I’m so sorry, Tor. I honestly couldn’t sleep either. I know this is really hard for you. But hey, I’m here. I’m always gonna be here. I got you, Stony.” It was the first time Tori had heard her call sign in a while, and it was surprising.

“Thank you, Bradley.” She sat there in silence for a minute, but the absence of sound wasn’t awkward at all. 

“So, what did you end up doing?” Bradley broke the silence. Tori almost asked, “In regards to what?”, but then realized what he was referring to. Her eyes immediately found her left ring finger. 

*timeskip: two weeks before*

“Lieutenant Kazansky. Thank you for coming in. I know you’ve had a really hard few days, but we have an important question to ask you.” Vice Admiral Simpson, aka Cyclone, gave her a solemn smile as he spoke. Rear Admiral Solomon "Warlock" Bates sat beside him.

“Of course, sir.” Tori responded, sitting down in the chair before her.

“The funeral for Lieutenant Hart - Jeffrey - is to be in two weeks. We have preparations all set up, so you don’t have to worry about anything, especially funding, but the people who are taking care of Lieutenant Hart’s…person…would like to know one thing. Would you like to bury anything with him?”

Tori sat there for a second in shock. The question was simple, and one she should’ve expected, but it seemed to be coming out of nowhere. 

“You don’t have to answer right now.” Warlock added. “You can set up another meeting with us in a week’s time, or even send your correspondence - with any potential items you’d like to bury - so it will arrive by then.”

“Okay. I’m not quite sure at the moment, but is there a time next week that I can meet with you?” She asked hesitantly. 

“Yes, of course. How about next Tuesday at 1600 hours?” Cyclone asked.

“Sure. That sounds good. Thank you both.” Tori replied, then saluted the two men. She received two nods and sad smiles as she left the room.

*back to original timeline*

Tori looked at her now-bare finger, where the small but beautiful diamond sat for many months.

“I’m having them bury it with him. My ring. It seems too soon to even be talking about this, but I know Jeffrey would’ve wanted me to move on, and if I do, it’s a bit weird to be wearing my engagement ring from my late fiancé.” She let a lone tear slip down her cheek as she spoke.

“That’s very brave of you, Tori.” She could hear the smile in Rooster’s voice. “You’re right. Phantom would’ve wanted you to move on.”

There was a knock at the door. 

“I’m proud of you.” Rooster said to her face and through the phone. Tori immediately put her phone in her pocket and flung her arms around him.

“Oh, Bradley, you didn’t have to come all the way here!” Tears came to her eyes, and they were finally happy ones.

“All the way here? My apartment’s five minutes away, Tor!” Bradley laughed.

“Let me make you something. What do you want? Toast? Tea?” 

“You sound like my mother,” Rooster smiled, a touch of sadness in his eyes. “It’s three in the morning, Stony, I’m good on food. Sleep sounds great, though.”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s not like you haven’t slept in my bed before.” Tori blurted out. “Okay, that sounded way too suggestive, you know what I mean!”

“Of course I know what you mean, Vic. You’re fine.” 

Bradley and Victoria slept through the morning, waking up around eleven - giving them plenty of time before the funeral. She was extremely thankful for his presence, as it took her mind off things and allowed her to feel normal again as they went out for breakfast, went grocery shopping, and watched TV, as best friends do. When Tori got a call from her dad at one, she especially needed Bradley, as she nearly fainted upon hearing the news.

“Tori. I know this isn’t the right time, but I wanted to get to you before Bradley gets the official call.” The older man said. “You might have to go back to Top Gun.”

#hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin #top gun: maverick #hangman x reader #hangman x y/n #top gun maverick #jake seresin #hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun

[over-the-time-flow]

The Hows & Whys of Super Robot Wars

Machine Specs

As Char Aznable once said, a difference in pilot skill can make up for a gap in machine performance… but he lost the fight in which he said that quote anyway, so why listen to him? Let’s talk about machine performance in SRW R! As our example, we'll use the Argent Fighter jet!

At the very top, we can see the unit’s Size (サイズ) rank, which for the AF, is S (for Small!). This may seem like a simple cosmetic touch, but don’t be mistaken! Size matters in SRW!

In SRW R,  Size accuracy multipliers (pictured above) only take into account the defending unit’s size; since it’s a Size S unit, regardless of whether our little jet friend here is attacked by another jet or by a gigantic mothership, the attacker’s accuracy will only be 80% of its usual performance. Simply put, the smaller a unit is, the harder it is to hit.

Damage multipliers (pictured above), however, work differently! They take into the account both the attacker and the defender’s sizes. On the graph above, the vertical axis is for the attacker, and the horizontal is for the defender. Therefore, if our little jet friend were to attack a Mobile Suit (traditionally all Size M), it’d have to contend with a 0.95 damage multiplier, making it deal 5% less damage than it would if it attacked another S-sized unit. In short, the larger a unit is in comparison to its target, the more damage it'll deal, and vice-versa.

To the right of the Size, we have the Repair Cost for this unit. If this Fighter were to get deployed and then shot down on the same stage, we wouldn’t lose it permanently like a Fire Emblem character (after all, you wouldn’t want your favorite little guys from your favorite show to be permanently gone all because an enemy lucked out on a 12% hit rate), but in turn, at the end of the stage we’d have to fork over 6k of our hard-earned funds that could have gone towards upgrades.

To the top left of its little sprite, we have the unit’s name, and below it its Max HP and EN. Below those, we have its Movement Range, Mobility, and Armor. HP, EN, Mobility and Armor are arguably the most important stats to keep in mind, as these are upgradeable with funds in between missions.

From my experiences with R, 6 is basically the bare minimum for a mech’s Movement Range to be considered convenient, and even then, if it doesn’t have something to smooth things over (like flight capability, the ability to transform into a more mobile form, or a spirit command that improves its movement range), it’ll still feel glacial. Movement Ranges of 5 and below are outright torturous. What i'd consider to be standard base Mobility for a Real Robot in SRW R is usually 90, with 85 being the bare minimum to be at all workable as a dodgy machine, and 100 being exceptional. For Super Robots' armor values, the standard would probably be 1100, with the bare minimum being 1000 and an exceptional amount being 1200 or more.

Below the machine’s sprite, you have its Terrain Aptitude ranks. 空 is sky, 陸 is ground, 海 is water, and 宇 is space. Don’t be fooled, B is absolutely not a passing grade. With a B or lower rank in a terrain, you’ll get debuffs to just about everything; lower damage dealt, higher damage received, worse hit/evade rates… the effect can catch you by surprise if you're not paying attention to it!

On page 2, we can see the machine’s abilities under the HP and EN. The Argent Fighter has “EN Recovery (Small)”, which means at the start of each player turn it regains 10% of its max EN. If it was (somehow) equipped with a sword, gun or shield, those would be displayed as little icons at the top of the machine abilities box. More on the significance of swords, guns and shields at a later date!

To the top right, we can see its Parts slots; as the game progresses, we will gain various types of optional Parts we can equip on our machines for various benefits. Generally speaking, the worse a unit is, the more parts slots it has, perhaps so that it can attempt to make up for its shortcomings. Battleships go against this rule, however, and tend to gain more parts slots as they upgrade to better versions of themselves.

Finally, the weapons! This machine has three attacks, all of which are Ranged-attribute, as denoted by the little crosshair icon to the left of their names. Were one of them Melee-attribute, it’d have a tiny fist icon in its place. To the right of their names, all three of them have little icons. The P icon means an attack is Post-Movement, meaning you can use it even after you've moved the unit for the turn; in a perfect world, you’ll want your mecha to have at least one decently strong P attack with no Will requirements and ideally at least 4 range. The second attack here, Grenade Attacker, is post-movement with 5 range, which is pretty handy (though not super impressive or anything). The B icon on Beam Shot, the third attack, represents that it’s a Beam weapon. This means that certain mech abilities can mitigate or outright avoid its damage, and that it can’t be used underwater.

To the right of their names and icons, we have the attack’s base Power. I tend to judge weapons' base Power more by their values after upgrading (coupled with how expensive they are to upgrade) rather than before, as early units tend to have a better upgrade curve so that they’re both balanced early on and usable later. For the early game of SRW R, post-movement weapons for getting rid of generic enemies are okay at around the 1800-2200 Power mark, and by the end-game, you’ll want them at around the 2500-3000 mark (obviously you’ll need to upgrade them to get to that point). Finishing moves are usually around the 3000-3600 Power mark at the beginning of the game, and by the end you’ll want them above the 4k mark, though with a properly leveled up character with good stats, the 3600-4000 range can still put in work thanks to various ways to boost your damage besides weapon upgrades. 

To the right of the base Power we have the move's Range. Ideally, you want your robot to have at least one move with a range of 6 or higher, even if it’s not post-movement, so that you can counterattack particularly long-range enemies during the enemy phase instead of being forced to defend or avoid. To the right of that is the move’s Accuracy modifier.

At the bottom, you can see various other information about the move: if it uses Ammo, how many shots it has (the AF’s Solid Vulcans, for example, have 20 shots); to the right of it, its Terrain Adaptation ranks. (separate from the machine’s Terrain Adaptation, this takes into account the target enemy’s current terrain, and only affects damage dealt and not accuracy), and to the bottom of both, you have the required Willpower (if applicable) and required EN (if applicable). Moves that require Willpower don’t consume any, and are merely gated behind having your pilot’s Willpower that high, but moves that require EN will consume it as usual.

Finally, at the very bottom right is the Critical rate modifier, and above it, when applicable, is miscellaneous information about the move (for example, if it requires a specific Pilot Skill to function).

Aaaaaand that covers just about everything, I think! These two posts were really intensive to write out, but also very fun, since I love explaining stuff like this. It will also definitely come in handy for anyone trying to play along at home, and serve as quick reference for anyone who doesn’t know the ins and outs of SRW’s systems.

As my sources, i used the japanese SRW wiki, the Akurasu wiki, and my own experiences and testing with the game!

#mechanics #lets-play #srw r #super robot wars #super robot wars R

[xxblackballoonxx]

Electric: Chapter 9

Modern John Shelby AU

This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. Classy smut warning beginning with Chapter 5.

J&Gem Chats 8 Chapter 8 J&Gem Chats 9 Chapter 10

Electric

Chapter 9: Smitten

A few weeks later on a Monday morning, Gemma sat on her couch listening to a new record she was reviewing. John was heading down to London for a few days with Finn for their monthly trip and Gemma had spent the previous night at the Shelby house. John had walked her home, buying her breakfast on the way, and walking her up to her flat door.

“I don’t want to go.” John said as he held her waist, distracting her from unlocking the door.

Gemma dropped her bag just inside the door and set her takeaway and a large iced tea on a small entry table. She turned back and John kissed her, backing her against the doorframe, she gave in to how much she wanted it. He held her face with both hands, and she hooked her fingers in his belt loops, needing to be as close as possible.

John finally pulled back, smiling with satisfaction at the look on her face.  

“I know you don’t want to go, but it’s just a few days, then you’ll be back home, with Charlie to visit.” Gemma said as she felt her legs steady underneath her.

“Call me if you need anything?” John replied, suddenly feeling unsure.

“How about we just call each other every night?” Gemma responded, touching his face.

John nodded and took her hand in his, putting her fingers to his lips, and then hugged her tightly. She held the back of his neck and closed her eyes. His cologne was already burned into her memory.

“Let me know when you get in, ok? And I’ll see you when you get back, J.” Gemma said as she looked up at John.

“I will. Talk to you soon, love.” John replied.

He touched her face once more and smiled at her before heading back down the stairs. Gemma felt light headed for a few minutes. Every moment with John seemed to deepen what was between them, and it felt like there was no limit to what could be.

Gemma came back to the present and was making a few notes about the record when her phone rang. 

“In London already?” Gemma joked as she answered the call.

“Finn’s running behind. Come say goodbye again?” John asked.

Gemma had felt his anxiety come on a few days before, he was nervous about leaving her behind. Not because he was attached (which, he was, and she was), but because of the accident and all the anxiety that came with it. He worried that something would happen to Gemma, that something would become between them, that he would lose her. She understood why he was nervous, and she had tried to subtly address his fears.  

“I can do that, babe. Be there soon.” Gemma said gently and hung up.

15 minutes later she entered the back door of The Garrison with the key John had given her over the weekend, along with a key to the Shelby house. An “in case” moment in which the gravity of their relationship started to become really real. They had been spending every night together, alternating between his house and her flat.

She always knew that when the truly right guy came along, she’d know it and go with it. This was that situation, John was that guy. And she felt like she understood him more than any other person she’d ever met. She could read every look, every thought, every mood.  

Gemma found John stacking together printed pages on his desk, sliding them into a folder and then into his backpack. He looked up and smiled. He knew his request had been ridiculous, he’d just seen her a few hours before, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t anxious about leaving her behind. And it meant everything to him that she knew that, and was there to take some of that anxiety away.

“Come here.” John said quietly, sitting back in his chair and turning towards her.

Gemma walked over and he ran his hands up her legs, settling at her waist. She held his gaze as she reached out to run a hand through his hair and then trailed her fingers down his neck.

“It’s going to be ok, John.” She stated, her voice calm and gentle.

He nodded and leaned his head into her chest, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. It had been so long since he’d cared this much for someone, outside his family. It was scary to him.  

“We’ll talk tonight, and every day while you’re there. Think of what it will be like when you’re back, all that foreplay.” Gemma joked and she felt him laugh against her.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, John wrapping his arms around her waist, Gemma rubbing the back of his head, whispering to him.  

Neither of them noticed Finn pause at the office door. He knew John had been nervous this morning, pacing as he packed his bag. He realized now that Gemma knew exactly why his brother was feeling that way, and the way she addressed it was kind of beautiful to see. Finn snuck his phone out of his pocket and took a photo of the two of them, lost in their own world.

He quietly walked back to the back door, opening it and then closing it loudly.

“That must be Finn.” John mumbled, his head still against Gemma’s chest.

“Drive safe, ok? I’ll talk to you later, J.” Gemma said upbeat as he lifted his head and stood up.

“Miss you already, love.” John replied and kissed her quickly.

“Gemma! Came to say goodbye to me? Missed ya this morning.” Finn joked.

“I was hoping you’d stay behind and cook for me, Finny. I guess I’ll just have to do takeaways till you come back.” Gemma said dramatically as she hugged Finn.

She watched both brothers smile back at her and knew her life was in exactly the right place and the right time. 

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The Eden club was getting closer to opening day, and John was, quite frankly, looking forward to the project being done. It had dragged on for a year longer than anyone expected, and he could only listen to Tommy drone on about the endless details for so long. John preferred action, which is why owning The Garrison suited him. It was established, he ran it well, and it was a known local spot. Opening a new club in London, and one with longevity, was not easy under any circumstances. But as their first major venue in the city, it would be even harder.

By Tuesday afternoon, John was bored out of his mind. Finn had managed to escape somehow, probably using the youngest sibling charm he had, while the rest of them were stuck at Shelby Company Limited headquarters. After Ada insisted on a break, John found himself sitting outside on the terrace, trying to clear his mind. Which kept lingering back to Birmingham and Gemma.

John grinned at his phone screen and then groaned at the thought of how long it would be until they could actually do said things together. He’d have Charlie from Thursday to Sunday, and knowing how kids were, he didn’t want to mess around with having Charlie find them in a compromising position. Gemma had already mentioned it and how horrified she’d be, to which he laughed at the expression on her face and agreed. Any sleepovers with kids in the house meant literally sleeping. And maybe a few make out sessions.

“That Gemma?” Ada asked, noticing her brother’s smile.

“It is. She’s going to come by Friday night for dinner, meet Charlie, see how it goes.” John replied.

“Well, I’m sure they’ll get along. When are you going to bring her down here? I’m quite jealous that even Tommy’s met her.” 

“That wasn’t planned and you know it. I was thinking the week the Eden opens, I’d like to invite her.”

“You sure you’re ok with the date of the launch and how it falls?” Ada asked in concern.

Tommy and Lizzie had set a soft launch date the Saturday before the official opening. Tommy had carefully pointed out that the soft launch date fell just two days after Will’s due date, which the entire family knew was not only a sacred and rough day for John, but a tough week altogether.

“I appreciate that Tommy thought about it and left it up to me. I’m hoping this year it’ll be different. Gemma offered to do whatever I want that day, and I’m thinking it would be nice to spend it quietly with her and then drive down Friday afternoon or something. I just can’t believe it’s been ten years already.” John replied, lost in his thoughts.

Ada reached out and took her brother’s hand, squeezing it gently. While Tommy, Arthur, and Freddie had seen the worst that John had gone through, they had been reeling with their own grief and guilt. Ada was the one who saw just how dark John had gone in the early days, and between taking care of Freddie, holding John together, and her university classes, she’d given less time to Arthur, but especially Tommy. She knew it wasn’t really her fault, but she had long felt partially responsible for how much Tommy had changed in the years since.  

“I think that you should do whatever you want, John. And if that’s to come to the opening, great. If you don’t feel up to it, don’t do it. Either way, you and Gemma have a place in my home whenever you want to visit, whether that’s for work or not. Tommy will get over it.” Ada stated.

John nodded and squeezed her hand back. For all of their bickering, especially as kids, they’d always had each other’s backs.

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Later that night, John settled himself in bed and picked up his phone, calling Gemma. 

“Hey, you.” Gemma greeted him.

“Hi, love. How was your day?” 

“It was good. How about yours?” 

“Some things to fill you in on when I’m back. Right now, I just want to listen to your voice. Are you in bed?”

“I am.” Gemma replied, grinning to herself.

“Tell me what you’re wearing.” John joked, but was also totally serious.

“Your shirt that you left here.”

“Just that?” 

“Just your shirt. Absolutely nothing else.” 

John closed his eyes at the thought, and imagined that he was next to her. He felt himself harden at the idea, his shirt covering her otherwise naked body.  

“What are you thinking about, John?”

“About you, wearing my shirt, alone in bed. Touching your bare skin, sliding my hand up your hip. Kissing you.” John breathed out, eyes still closed. 

“Touch yourself.” Gemma said quietly over the phone, her own hand moving down.

“Fuck, Gem.” John whispered back as he pushed his boxers down and wrapped his hand around his hard shaft.

“I thought about you all day, J. Especially that night in my living room chair, and how I want to do that again, soon.”

John moaned quietly and listened to Gemma, imagining she was touching him. He heard her breath speed up on the other side of the line and moved his hand faster, thinking about her doing the same.  Wanting each other too much to wait. 

Smitten.

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By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, John was beyond ready to see Gemma. Finn was at band practice and John had been playing with Charlie, waiting on Gemma’s arrival. The doorbell rang and John had stop himself from sprinting to the door.

Gemma grinned as John opened the door with a huge smile to match. Without speaking, she threw her arms around his neck as he picked her up and kissed her, laughing as she shrieked with surprise. 

“I missed you, darlin’.” John whispered into her hair as he hugged her again.

“I missed you, too. I missed your hugs the most.” Gemma replied, and John hugged her tighter.

“Just my hugs? Nothing else?” John said back, smirking.

“Please. You know I missed all of you.” Gemma replied, glancing down and looking back up into his shocked face.

Gemma laughed and walked into the house, John closing the door behind her.  He led her into the living room, where Charlie sat on the floor with an old train set.

“Charlie, this is my good friend, Gemma.” John said.

“Hi, Gemma.  Uncle Johnny, is Gemma your girlfriend?” Charlie asked, in the honest way that only kids do.

“Yes, Charlie, Gemma is my girlfriend.” John replied, laughing.

“Hi, Charlie. I heard you like Legos. I brought you something.” Gemma replied.

She pulled out a Lego set and Charlie jumped with excitement. 

“That’s a brand new one! Can we open it now?” He yelled.

John nodded and the three of them sat on the floor, Gemma and John watching as Charlie carefully opened the box and started pulling out the instructions and bagged pieces.  John reached over and squeezed Gemma’s hand and smiled at her. Her gesture meant a lot to him.

The trio worked on the set for awhile and then John excused him to start dinner. He was making one of Charlie’s favorites when he visited, homemade mac and cheese and fish fingers. John could hear the conversation from the living room as he worked.

“How’s school going?” Gemma asked Charlie, helping him build a figure.

“It’s ok, I guess. I like my classes but I only have one friend, Sean.” Charlie replied, his voice a little sad.

“School can be tough sometimes, you’ll find your way though. I have an idea. You could have your mom or dad ask your teacher if you could set up a Lego club. Then you’ll meet a whole group of your classmates who like the same thing, you know? That would be fun, right?” Gemma suggested.

“That would be fun! Thanks, Gemma! Could we have a Lego club at home, too? Karl could join, and you and Uncle Johnny, and Uncle Finn, and maybe Uncle Freddie and Aunt Ada and Uncle Arthur. Maybe Daddy would join, too.” Charlie said, his voice trailing off as he mentioned his dad.

“I bet your dad would be the first to join, buddy. You should ask him tonight when you call home.” Gemma responded and Charlie smiled at her happily.

John had moved towards the living room to listen to the conversation and watched as Gemma guided Charlie through the next part of the instructions. John felt himself fall even harder for her in that moment. 

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Later that night, after John had put Charlie to bed in the spare room next to Finn’s, he locked up the house and went up to find Gemma.  She was sitting in his bed, reading, with the TV on. He kissed the top of her head and changed into pajamas, knowing she was watching him and not reading anymore at all. He laid down sideways on his bed and put his head in her lap.

“He finally fell asleep?” Gemma asked, as she ran her hand through his hair.

“Finally. I haven’t see him hyped up that much since he ate an entire carton of ice cream last year. You really got him going with the Legos.” John replied, laughing.

“He’s a sweet kid, I really like him. And he loves you so much. You and Finn.” Gemma commented, she had enjoyed watching both brothers dote on their nephew.

“He likes you, too. I guess you just have a hold over Shelby men.” John mused, pulling her other hand into his.

They sat in contented silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. 

“Do you want to watch a movie? Since this is a PG night and all?” John said, silently kicking himself for his own rule.

“Sure, though I’m hoping the movie doesn’t have to be PG.” Gemma responded and John laughed again.

“Nah, love. We can watch whatever you want. I just want to be here with you.” 

John turned his head to look up at Gemma and she traced her finger down his cheek and across his lips. Her eyes locked with his, and he felt a flash of something, like this could be the rest of his life. In this room, in this house, with his girl, forever. Gemma picked up on the same feeling in his gaze, smiled softly, and then reached for the remote.

Forever.

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By Sunday, Gemma and Charlie were the best of friends. They held hands on the way to The Yard, where they were meeting Arthur and Uncle Charlie for lunch before John drove Charlie back home. Finn and John walked behind, listening to the two in front chatter about the animated movie they’d watched the night before. 

“I’m glad Gemma’s sharing some of the chatter box burden.” Finn commented quietly as John snorted trying to hold in laughter.

There was no doubt that when Charlie was around close family, he opened up. Which is why they all worried about him a bit in the school he attended, he didn’t seem to be making many friends or really enjoying it. But, then, not all kids did enjoy school, though John knew Charlie was incredibly smart and did like his classes.

All during lunch, Charlie begged Gemma to drive back with them to London. She agreed, as long as his uncles thought it was ok. This would be stepping into Tommy Shelby’s territory, and she deferred to his brothers on that. They all looked at each other, contemplating.

“Clearly, with Gemma being vice president of the Lego club, she should be going on this trip to meet their first member, Tommy Shelby.” Arthur finally proclaimed, which made them all laugh.

A few hours later, John strapped Charlie into his seat in the back, with Gemma next to him. Finn had privately begged Gemma to take the backseat role on the way down, needing a break from the non-stop chatter he’d gotten on the way up. 

Halfway through the drive, Charlie fell asleep, Gemma carefully wrapping her arm around his shoulder so he could lean his head against her. John caught her eye in the rearview mirror, smiling at her. She could feel something shift, like a piece of her settled into place, as he watched her a moment more.

John carried a still sleeping Charlie into the apartment building, Finn and Gemma close behind with Charlie’s belongings. Finn was reminded of himself as a young boy, with John taking care of him every day, his own son lost forever. Sometimes that realization would hit Finn so hard it would make his breath catch.

Charlie woke up in the elevator but clung to John, who held him tightly and rubbed his back. Every moment Gemma had spent with the two of them only reminded her of how John would be an amazing father, he practically already had been to Finn. He was kind and caring, affectionate and observant. He seemed to genuinely understand children, and Gemma had caught herself daydreaming more than once about what it would be like, to have kids with John. And that wasn’t even something she had thought she wanted. Until now.

“Charlie, my darling! You’re home!” Grace said happily as she opened the penthouse door.

Charlie smiled at her as John transferred him to her arms and the two hugged. John, Finn, and Gemma followed them into the living room, where Tommy stood near a large corner sofa.

“Hi, son.” Tommy greeted Charlie, rubbing his head.

“Hi, Daddy. I had the best time, can I go back soon?” Charlie replied, his energy picking up again.

“You can go back whenever your uncles say you can, maybe next month, yeah?” Tommy replied, taking Charlie from Grace and hugging him.

It was the first sign of gentleness in Tommy that Gemma had seen, and she could see why Charlie both loved and revered his father.  He knew that he held a special place in Tommy’s heart.

“We haven’t officially met yet, Gemma. I’m obviously Grace, Charlie’s mum and Tommy’s wife.” Grace said, holding out her hand to Gemma.

“It’s nice to meet you, Grace. We had a great time with Charlie. You have a beautiful home.” Gemma replied, taking in the floor to ceiling view of London on two sides of the living room.

“Will you stay for dinner?” Grace asked.

“Frances always makes enough for an army.” Tommy chimed in, referring to their longtime housekeeper.

John looked at Gemma who shrugged slightly and took his hand. She was in if he was in.

“Sure, that’d be great.” John replied and Charlie beamed with happiness.

Charlie dragged Finn off to his room and Tommy pulled out some papers that he needed John to sign. Grace watched curiously as John sat down, but held Gemma’s hand over his shoulder. They seemed so in sync already.

“Gemma, why don’t I give you a tour while these two talk business? Make it quick, please, Tommy? It is Sunday after all.” Grace said airily, and Tommy smiled at her.

Gemma rubbed John’s shoulder and he squeezed her hand before she walked towards Grace, letting her hand linger on John’s back for a moment. Grace showed her the full penthouse, talking design decisions and future plans, before they settled in the kitchen.

“John seems quite smitten with you.” Grace commented with a smile as she poured Gemma a glass of champagne.

“Well, the feeling is mutual.” Gemma replied, smiling back shyly.

She understood John’s wariness around Grace. She seemed trustworthy and honest, but there was something about her that wasn’t quite right. Something that seemed slightly off. But, she was Charlie’s mother, and Gemma had to respect the way she had raised her son to be such a lovely little boy.

Both Grace and Tommy noticed throughout dinner how close John and Gemma had become, they had their own language. John watched Gemma speak with every part of his body turned towards her, and Gemma would gently touch his hand or arm whenever she said his name. 

Finn noticed Grace and Tommy watching John and Gemma, and tried to clock whatever was being passed between his second oldest brother and his wife. When it came down to it, he had never totally trusted Grace either.

Later, as they drove home through the setting sun, John reached over to take Gemma’s hand, almost as a reflex. Finn sat in the back, watching as the two of them smiled at each other before John turned his focus once again to the road. Finn casually took out his phone and snapped a photo of their hands linked, resting against the middle console of John’s Audi. He knew he was witnessing the beginning of something epic. 

#john shelby fanfic #john shelby #john shelby imagine #joe cole #modern john shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #john shelby fanfiction #electric #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders #modern peaky blinders #Tommy shelby #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #arthur shelby fanfic #arthur shelby #ada shelby #ada shelby fanfic

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Chapter 44c - Late Night Dinner.

Episode 2.

Dalton: It was around 10 pm when he finally made it home, stressed, exhausted, anxious, tense… frozen

Malou: Hey she smiled warmly as she walked towards him let me take your jacket she reached a hand towards him

Dalton: He was breathing heavy from the cold air, his nose tip red and frozen It fucking started snowing!

Malou: She chuckled soft Yeah I noticed, let me take your jacket.

Dalton: I'm so sorry I'm home so late! I didn't mean to make you wait! He fumbled lightly nervously to unbutton his jacket, realising he didn't have much feeling left in his frozen fingers

Malou: It's perfectly okay, Dalton…. I already reheated the food…

Dalton: It's not okay, you cooked this, I'm sure, delicious meal for us and we were supposed to he gasped strongly for air, feeling frozen to the bone, a light shiver running through his whole body, making him tremble we were supposed to

Malou: Dalton: she spoke with warmth and love, grabbing onto his frozen hands, rubbing them gently in her own, warm hands It's alright… I know you're a busy man…. the food is still good to eat…. and we can still have a perfectly cozy evening, as long as we get you out of this cold clothes and get some heat into you…. she smiled lovingly I missed you… and now that you're here, I just want to enjoy the evening and not hang in small details of time… the most important is you made it, a bit later than hoped, but you made it none the less. So let's get the most out of it.

Dalton: He sighed deep and relieved. His last girlfriend hadn't exactly been the most understanding when it came to Dalton often being late due to his sporatic work schedule. It was a relief not to get yelled at, or frozen out. He chuckled a bit nervously I'm not used to such a warm welcome after being late…

Malou: She shrugged lightly and slowly started unbuttoning his jacket Welcome home

Dalton: He smiled warmly a tickle in his stomach by her comforting words, and it was as if he slowly started defrosting I'm starving! And it smells absolutely delicious!

Malou: She smiled warmly and pulled off his jacket, quickly hanging it on a hook, then squad down, quickly untying his shoes, pulling them off one by one Gawd your feet are frozen! You need some better boots!

Dalton: I have better boots! he grinned cheekily I just didn't know a fucking snowstorm would break out, or that I would be out so fucking late! he chuckled lightly

Malou: Maybe you should take a shower first to-

Dalton: He gave her a quick kiss, then passed her heading towards the kitchen I'm not going anywhere beside out here to get some of whatever it is that smells so fucking good!

Malou: She couldn't help but chuckle as she quickly followed him

Dalton: He blew out a large amount of air as he 30 minutes later were done stuffing himself

Malou: So you're full? She asked, chuckling impressed by how much he had eaten

Dalton: Yeah… I think it finally reached the bottom he chuckled cheekily

Malou: She chuckled amused How are you feeling now? Did you get warm, I mean?

Dalton: Mmhh he lifted his glass, sipping it slowly The wine's definitely helping with that he smirked

Malou: Yeah? she slowly leaned closer, planting a soft sensual kiss on his jawline

Dalton: mmhhh he closed his eyes, leaning into the warm feeling of her kiss, immediatedly wanting so much more, then his phone rang. He groaned irritated I'm sorry!

Malou: It's fine she smiled softly I'll clear off the table

Dalton: NO! It's not fine! he stood up, quickly grabbing the phone, declining the call and turning it off I've been fucking out all day! Im stressed out my fucking mind! Works not been great! Everyone suddenly changing their mind last minute, no one's fucking satisfied! I feel like I'm fucking losing my mind!!! I just want to be off work for now, finally!

Malou: She slowly put down the plate she had already picked up and smiled compassionate at him Tell me what you need… please

Dalton: …… he sighed soft ….. honestly…. most of all… can we just cuddle up with a movie for now? I need to gear down…

Malou: she nodded eagerly grab your wine and go sit by the tv, find something you wanna watch… I'll clear up here and be with you in a moment

Dalton: Are you sure?

Malou: 100% she smiled warmly and placed a loving kiss on his lips go relax, I'll join you soon.

Dalton: He sighed soft and smiled You're always so kind and understanding… thank you, Malou.

Malou: *She couldn't help but smile, but didn't know what to answer, so she just quick and elegantly started clearing off the table.

Dalton: He was sitting on the couch with his feet up as she joined him less than 10 minutes later what's that? he chuckled surprised as he noticed her coming carrying a large plastic tub

Malou: She smiled secretive as she made the last few steps towards him and slowly placed the tub in front of him I made you a relaxing foot bath…. I thought if your feet were still a bit cold it could help on that too… otherwise just be relaxing. My grand dad used to make baths like this for me, and it is one of the most cozy, warm and relaxing sensations I know… so I wanted to pass that onto you… you sounded like you could need something like this she shrugged lightly and sat down next to him

Dalton: He chuckled happy and surprised you never sease to impress and surprise me… thank you… it means a lot… specially cause I know how precious your grand dad was to you.

Malou: She smiled almost shyly You're welcome.

Dalton: He quickly got his socks off, and stuck his feet into the bucket

Malou: I hope it's not to hot? she asked a little worried

Dalton: Mmhh no… it's perfect he smiled and leaned closer you're perfect he leaned in, kissing her tenderly thank you

Malou: Mmh… you're very welcome she stroke his cheek gently what movie did you pick?

#unicorntales #Malou Jensen #Dalton Red

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one of the many difficulties of growing up half-giant :( cam struggles to get proper socialization as a kid bc his peers are Intimidating

#art #g/t #giant tiny #anya and felipe #i'm Pondering how i should tag these tbh... bc technically this is mercenary au #but i feel like when it's cam as a babby it could qualify as a standalone thing? #i will just put #mercenary au #on this as well but not the Main tag #the thing is like... when they're in the 2 - 8 range they're not as likely to tease or bully him #but any hangouts do require very careful supervision bc he's much much smaller than them and could get hurt really easily #in the 10 and up range they start getting mean towards him for being small #when cam hits like... 14 his ma starts sending him to the market on his own so she can get more done around the house and farm #but then some older teens start bullying him real bad so she's like 'okay. self defense lessons start now.' #then at about 16 he comes home one day beat all to hell with his knuckles busted open and the biggest grin on his face #three older boys jumped him but he gave nearly as good as he got before an adult broke it up #felipe FLIPS out but anya's like 'hey. good job. next lesson: block your head ya dummy'

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Promise: Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki reader

This is a side story takes place in the YRHR series, after part 1, when the reader returns home, blind.

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"Y/n... Come on, wake up. Its 9 already." You heard him say, feeling the bed dip as he sat on it, gently touching the back of your shoulder. "Aren't you hungry? Mom's making your favourite."

When you gave no response, Shotou pulled the covers away from your face, his brows furrowing at the bandages around your eyes that had loosened up. You had did that, clawing at the meticulously tight knot Natsuo had done; you didn't like how it settled on your eyes.

"You're awake, right?" The only answer he got was you turning your cheek further away from him when he tried to caress it. Shotou didn't like your silence and he missed it when you used to ramble about almost anything to him. He missed when you were happy.

The door bell rang.

Shotou looked at his watch confused. Wasn't Natsuo supposed to come around at 11? He could hear Enji walking to the main door, and after a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps coming towards your room. But then he heard some scuffling, and people talking- he recognised Enji's and Dabi's voices, his brother's getting louder by the second.

"I'll check who's there. Stay."

Stay? You would've rolled your eyes if, you know, you still had them.

A few more minutes passed and you could hear Dabi arguing with someone, and you think that Shotou is trying to calm him down. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you got up from the bed. For the past whole month, Shotou would come to wake you up everyday, carrying you in his arms to the bathroom, never letting you walk on your own, claiming "you'll get hurt".

Idiot.

Taking one small step at a time, you stretched your arms out trying to reach the wall. Once you felt the cold, smooth surface, you used it to guide you towards the door.

No matter what you did, or how many times you told them to back off, that you can do this on your own, they wouldn't let you. Hell, you were pretty sure that if they could, they would breathe for you too. As if trying to instil in your mind that you're helpless without them, incapable of making your own decisions.

I'll show them how fucking capable I am.

After stubbing your toe only once, you finally reached the door, your hand gripping the metal knob. You placed your ear on the door, trying to figure out who and where everyone is standing. The corridor seemed empty and you think everyone is downstairs.

Opening the door, you used another wall to guide you towards the stairs. You hoped Shotou doesn't see you; he'd throw a hissy fit at you attempting to walk down the stairs.

As you took one careful step at a time, you heard the commotion grow louder. You could hear Dabi yelling profanities at the other person, certainly not Enji because Rei or Fuyumi would've stepped in by now to stop him. You used to stop him too, but ever since what happened, you don't really care anymore.

"Why the fuck are you even here?! She doesn't fucking want to see you!"

"Dabi-!"

"And who is gonna stop me? You? I'd be happy to knock you down on your ass- its about goddamn time!"

"Hawks!"

Hawks?

Hawks.

Hawks!

You almost stumbled down the last few steps, but you needed to know- was he, was he really here?

"K-Keigo?"

You heard his wings flap before you felt him, the wind gushed at your body strongly, making you lose your balance. But muscular arms wrapped around you before you could fall, and the winged hero lifted you up and spun you around, making you burst into laughter.

Rei was the first one to cry.

You laughed.

Not a bitter, sarcastic one.

A genuinely happy laugh.

And she missed her baby's laugh so much.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. His heart clenching up a bit as he realised how he missed that beaming look on your face. He realised how fucking naive you were, how you were his little sister that he needed to protect.

Shotou felt envy. Why- why didn't you laugh like that with him? Why didn't you laugh for him? Was he... not a good brother?

Fuyumi actually rushed out of the kitchen when she heard you, her hands coming up to her mouth to suppress the sob that was building up. Too long. It had been too long since you were happy.

Natsuo smiled. He smiled as he saw you chortle when the hero's feathers tickled your cheek. He wished you would smile more often.

Enji's breath hitched as he saw you chuckle into Hawk's shoulder. It was so natural, so lively, so radiant. He had been dying to hear that sweet sound again.

Your heart was beating fast and your stomach was doing somersaults as you felt the air rushing through your hair and cooling on to your neck, the soft feathers brushing across your skin.

He really was here.

But so were they.

And you could feel their eyes on you.

Keigo frowned when he saw you curl yourself into him, as if trying to bury yourself into his chest. When he looked around, he saw them glaring and that's when he puffed out his wings before curling them around you; shielding you.

"I'll be spending time with my goddaughter. Do not disturb us." And with that, Hawks flew you up to your room, locking the door before they could sat anything. He could hear Dabi arguing, but he trusted Enji to handle him.

He set you on your bed, chuckling as you didn't let go of his collar.

"Its okay, dove. I'm here, now- ow!" You cut him off by punching his arm.

"Where were you?!"

"In your heart- ow! Stop hitting me!" He caught your wrists.

"You said you were gonna visit me at home! Its been a whole month-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but believe me, I really was busy!" Sighing, he continued. "The hero commission sent me to Europe for a mission and things got a bit messy, so I got caught up."

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you scowled. "Would it have killed you to call?"

"I mean I wouldn't say kill, but I probably could've lost a limb or two-" He started laughing when when you began getting up to walk to the door.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you, smiling cheekily"Y/n- I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. Come back-"

"No, let go! I don't have time for your bullshit" He continued laughing, easily picking you up and dropping you back on your bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come on, now. Stop being mad." You heard him shuffling. "Besides, I've got something for you!"

He dropped something in your lap. You picked an item, your hands feeling around it, trying to figure out what the rectangular shaped box was.

"Whats this?"

"Oh, here. Let me help you." He lifted the lid of the box and you were immediately hit by a familiar smell.

"Chocolate?"

He hummed in confirmation"Your favourite ones too! They were always sold out! Luckily, I was able to use my charm on the owner."

"Charm? Oh, you mean where you pull that ugly smirk and do that half lidded look with your eyes, and you think that you look hot but you actually just look creepy?"

"Yeah- hey!"

And then the next 3 hours were spent like that, Hawks telling you about Europe and the bad guys he caught, you telling him about the way your family had been treating you.

"They don't let me do anything, they don't give me any privacy! Its like- its like they want me to be a doll!" You gave an exasperated sigh. "They- they act like they are being so generous. Like it was somehow my fault that my eyes got fried!"

"Oh come on. They can't be that bad-"

"They are! So much worse than before. Look, I'm a grown up- I need my space too! You know what Shotou said when I asked him to get me a walking stick? He said I don't need one since he can carry me everywhere. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get carried to the toilet every single day? Do you?!"

"Well, no-"

"And then Fuyumi cuts up my food and spoon feeds me herself! I know I'm blind but its not like I'm gonna stuff the food up my nose or something!"

The hero snickered at that.

"And then Enji reads me these novels or the newspaper and he skips over the parts he thinks I'm too "young" or "immature" to understand! They even monitor what I listen to! Fuyumi or Shotou would be quick to change the channel if something above pg 10 comes on!" You ran a hand through your hair frustratedly. "I asked Enji to get me a Braille and the first few time he pretended like he didn't hear me, before finally saying that I don't need one!"

"Don't worry, I'll sneak in a Braille for dummies the next time I visit."

"Hey-! Wait... what do you mean "next time"?"

"Oh come on! I promise I'll come earlier next time. Maybe in like 2 weeks-"

"No."

"What-"

"No. I want to leave this place today. You promised."

"Y/n-"Keigo reached to place a hand on your shoulder but you pushed him off.

"You. Promised. You said you'll get me out of here when I leave the hospital" You inhaled deeply. "Well, guess what, Hawks? Its been a whole month."

"I know but you're not well enough-"

"I AM! If anything, staying here is harming me more!" Your tone was getting angrier. "You said- you said you would take me away from them."

"I can't do it right now. The hero commission needs me-"

"I need you! Or am I just not worth your time?"

"Please, dove- try to understand. How will I take care of you if I'm out at the agency?"He tried to pet your head but you smacked his hand away, snarling at him.

"You're a liar. A big fucking liar! Was this the plan all along? To give me hope that you'll save me, only to fucking crush it?!" The hero managed to dodge the box of chocolates you threw at him. "I don't need fucking chocolate or your stupid presents. I need to get out of this goddamn house!"

The hero began walking towards the door. "You're not thinking rationally- I'll- I'll leave." But before the hero could manage to take another step, you were leaping towards him, but since you couldn't see, you only managed to fall near his feet. When he grabbed your shoulders to help you up, you were quick to latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

"No- no! Don't go. Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please, don't be mad. I swear I'll behave, just don't leave me here!" Your hold onto him was becoming painfully tight.

Keigo felt like someone was breaking his heart piece by piece as he looked at you. The way your body shook from your pitiful sobs, the way you held onto his jacket as if your life depended on it- he was forced to remember how vulnerable you looked the night he brought you back to the this house. The same night when you begged and begged him to fly you away, that you'll do anything as long as he didn't dropped you back at the Todoroki estate.

"Y/n- darling, love, listen to me. I promised you that I'll keep you save, didn't I? I promise I'll come back soon-"

"YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME! SHE BURNED MY FUCKING EYES HAWKS! I'M FUCKING BLIND! DO I NEED TO LOSE A LIMB FOR YOU TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?! DO I HAVE TO SUFFER FROM ANOTHER "ACCIDENT"?!"

Hawks knew that bitch Rei did this on purpose, he knew and it killed him that he couldn't save you from her. He wanted to tell you that he believed you, and he was preparing a place for you. But the hero knows your siblings were eavesdropping, right on the other side of the door.

He had to be careful and play the fool if he wanted to get you out of this hell hole.

"Y/n please-"

You shook your head repeatedly, pulling him closer to you as you shrieked at him. "No. NO! I wont let you go! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME! Keigo, I'm begging you! Take me with you, please! I'll die! I'll die! I'LL FUCKING DIE, KEIGO! PLEASE!"

Your loud screams had your siblings bursting through the door, obviously using a spare key. "Y/n, whats wrong-" You jumped away when they touched your shoulder, giving Hawks chance to slip away.

You instantly reached out for him, flailing your arms around to get a hold of him again. But the hero was already out the door and your siblings quickly pulled you back into their arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

But you were inconsolable. Thrashing around in Shotou's arms, you kept begging for Hawks to come back. "HAWKS COME BACK! LET ME GO! HAWKS, PLEASE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE!" It pained them to see you like this, so hysterical; Shotou and Fuyumi whispered sweet nothings but you payed them no mind. Natsuo knew you were going to hyperventilate soon, but he was more worried about you bursting a vessel in your head.

Thinking fast, he quickly brought up a tranquilliser- and the moment the sharp smell of the alcohol swab hit your nose, you were wrestling harder to get out Shotou's and Fuyumi's arms.

"Y/n, please calm down-"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! KEIGO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! COME BACK- STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP!" You screamed louder than before when you felt her cold hands gripping your arm, holding it still so that your brother could administer the dose.

As the drug began taking effect, your thrashing slowed down before you finally slumped into Shotou's arms. The tranquilliser numbed the headache that was forming, and you felt Fuyumi use a tissue to wipe the snot and the spit off your face.

"I'll die... I'll die... And you won't be there. And I'll die..."

Hawks was in a trance like state as he watched Shotou tuck you under the covers. He wanted to use his sharp feathers to slice off that cold bitch's hand that brushed the hair out of your face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your daunting screams rang through his ears; his chest felt like some was shoving a knife through it slowly as he played back the image of you trying to wring yourself free from their arms, one hand still reaching out for him. It took everything in him not to grab it and pull you away from those monsters, but he had to remind himself of the bigger picture.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the pyromaniac standing next to him until he spoke.

"This is all your fault."

Hawks looked at Dabi. His fault?

"You shouldn't have come here."

"She's my goddaughter-"

"Shut the fuck up." Dabi narrowed his eyes at the hero. "She's like this because you gave her false hope. Hope, that one day she'll get away from us. You and I both know that's not gonna happen." He sighed before continuing. "You call yourself a hero, but in reality, you're no better than us."

As Hawks turned to leave, not willing to let the villian get on his nerves, Dabi spoke again.

"Dont bother coming back. She won't forgive you. She'll never forget this betrayal."

Hurtful as they were, he knew the words he said were true.

Hawks was almost out the gates when he saw Enji sitting in the garden, looking at the koi pond. He should've left, should've flown away but there was something in Enji's eyes that had the winged hero walking towards him. He recognised the emotion as soon as he got close.

Sorrow.

Or was it guilt?

Perhaps a mixture of both.

"Endeavour, are you... alright?"

The number 1 hero looked away from the fish and blinked at him.

"Hawks? What are you still doing here?"

The blonde chuckled nervously. "I was just on my way out." He gazed at him. "Are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought."

Enji only stared at him. Taking his silence as the answer, Hawks turned to leave.

"Why did you come here today, Keigo?"

Keigo.

He suppressed the urge to shudder the way his name rolled off his tongue.

"She's my goddaughter too. Why? Do you think it was a bad decision to come?"

"No." Enji sighed. "I just- she hadn't laughed like that in a long time."

Hawks stood beside him. "She's still traumatised from the kitchen accident. Its understable-"

"No. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time, even before this happened." Enji's eyes moved towards the night sky. The stars were twinkling extra bright tonight. How he wished you could see it. "Before she lost her sight, she used to look out the window, her eyes searching sky." He gulped. "She was looking for you, Keigo. You- you made her happy, you make her laugh. I don't."

Hawks placed his hand on Enji's shoulder. "That's not true, Enji. You do make her happy. She loves you. She feels safe with you. She sees you as her protector."

"She does?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want things to return to normal, you need to treat her normally too. Just- just talk to her. Sort out the issues and wash away whatever fears she has." Hawks wanted Enji to listen to you, to really listen to you and protect you from Rei. He could only hope that Enji understood what he meant.

Hawks was right, Enji realised. Whatever delusions you have of Rei wanting to hurt you on purpose, of being the "bad person", they can all be cleared up if he just talked to you. Ever since the incident, the family avoided talking to you about Rei or the events that had occurred that day.

If he just talked to you, things will return to normal. You'll become happy again.

"Thank you, Keigo."

Hawks only smiled in return. "I'll be leaving now."

"Okay. When will you visit again?"

"I'll be gone for longer now. The hero commission is sending me on another mission again."

"Oh. Safe travels, then."

As Hawks flew away, he began thinking about the house.

The house where he was going to take you to soon. He just needs to add a few finishing touches before he sets his plan in motion. The plan to rescue you, and eventually Enji, from those sadist that call themselves your family.

He will not let his dove get hurt again.

He'll save you this time.

He promises.

Thoughts?

Idk how this turned out, angst wasn't the plan initially. Guess I'll write godfather Hawks fluff for another day.

Anyways, now that this is done, I'll start working on RE 8 fic now.

#yandere hawks #yandere godfather hawks #yandere hawks x reader #yandere keigo takami #yandere enji todoroki #yandere todoroki clan #yandere todoroki family #yandere endeavor #yandere dabi #yandere bnha #yandere dabi x reader #yandere rei todoroki #yandere natsuo todoroki #yandere fuyumi todoroki #yandere shotou todoroki #yandere shoto todoroki #enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #endeavour x reader #keigo tamaki #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #platonic yandere #yandere #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere platonic #yandere enji x reader #shotou todoroki #rei todoroki

[proserpina-magnus]

Marauders + Regulus Reactions to you Being Bratty

Word Count: 1892

[ Warning: Female reader, oral (male receiving + female receiving mentioned briefly), heavy dom/sub dynamics, hard doms mentioned, punishment, spanking, pet names such as “pretty/dirty girl” “love” “baby” and “whore”, praise kink, degrading kink, choking ]

!! Safe Words are in place !!

I wrote this on zero brain cells, so please read with caution.

James Potter:

- he gives you a small look, telling you to quiet your actions.

- when you keep acting up, he places his hand on your thigh and just sort of squeezes it.

- since you're both in the common room, he can only murmur a meek: "what's wrong baby? Why are you acting like this?"

- His hand grips your thigh a bit too roughly when you only roll your eyes at his words.

- He tries his best to get you in private so he can speak to you alone, but he keeps getting interrupted by people.

- Finally, Sirius catches on and distracts most of the people so James can slip you upstairs to his dorm.

- "Why are you acting like that?"

- He loses some of his patience's when he hears you mumble an "I'm not acting like anything, you're overreacting,"

- "I ain't overreacting, if you keep running your mouth off I'm gonna stuff you full of my cock,"

- His words are looser when he gets angry, he loses some of his mannerisms.

- James is true to his word, after a few more minutes of you back talking him, he gets you on your knees.

- "don't have anything to say do ya? Full of my cock, come on, suck it like a good girl now,"

- James swats your hands away when you try and hold his thighs.

- "keep them on your knees, I only want your mouth on me."

- you give a shitty blow job for a few moments, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of taming you over.

- Jame grabs a fist full of your hair, not pulling to hard but enough to give you a small warning.

- After a few minutes of you not complying, He takes it into his account to just fuck your mouth.

- You're gurgling as drool slips past your lips, tears pricking at your eyes. You're looking up at him, hoping for some sympathy.

- "I gave you warnings, you wanted to be a brat so I'll fuck you like one, don't act all innocent now,"

- James cums against your throat, almost making you choke. He pulls back, his hand pushes your hair back gently.

- "let me see you swallow,"

- he tilts your head up, giving a proud smile when he sees you swallow his cum.

- "I'm sorry, I don't want to be a brat anymore," you say, feeling his thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

- he's praising you greatly for your words, glad he has his good girl back.

- "that's much better, exactly what I like to hear. Come on, let's go back to the common room,"

Peter Pettigrew:

- his hands had been on your skin, his fingers ghosting over your clothed cunt.

- Before you could find release, Remus had walked into the dorm looking for his books.

- you both pull away, embarrassed. Remus only rolls his eyes and tells Peter to hurry up before he misses breakfast.

- "I'm sorry love, let's go get some breakfast?"

- when you whine and try and pull him back, he only kisses your cheek. "Please Peter, you've got me excited,"

- "I'm sorry baby, but not right now,"

- You can only respect his decision, getting up as you both go to the dining hall.

- you had been fine all morning, staying as close to Peter as possible.

- When the last class of the day rolled around, you had begun to get fussy.

- you snapped at Remus, a bit angry that he had interrupted Peter and you this morning.

- Peter gave you a stare, confused because you had been fine all day. His hand comes to your back, rubbing it to try and soothe you.

- You pull away from his hands, slapping his hand away from your body.

- Peter gives a long look, clueing in why you had begun to act up.

- After the class has ended, he pulls you up the stairs to his dorm and makes sure to lock the door this time.

- He soothes your bratty behaviour, shushing you as he lays you down on the bed.

- you push his hands away, upset that you had to wait all day for him.

- After a few praises, Peter had been hilt deep inside of you. You completely crumpled under the pleasure, relaxing into the feeling.

- "I know baby, is this what you wanted? Should've filled you with my cock this morning, maybe you wouldn't have been so fussy huh?"

- your whimpering and pulling him closer, your bratty behavior completely dissolving at his words.

- "Shh pretty girl, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here,"

Remus Lupin:

- he had given you many warnings throughout the day, so when it came to dinner and you still haven't given him respect, he was absolutely livid.

- Remus hand came onto your thigh roughly, a slight slapping sound following it. You try and pull his hand away, but he only keeps it firmly on your upper thigh.

- he continues to eat dinner, not sparing you a glance because of your behaviour.

- his non-reaction makes you act up more, wanting his attention.

- Remus makes a deep 'ahem' sound from the back of his throat, his eyes glaring down at you.

- after dinner, he pulls you along to the dorm.

- "Alright, you've been a fucking brat all day. Think it's time  for your punishment yeah?"

- you protest, but he only pulls you over his lap, your ass in the air.

- his hands move your skirt, slipping your panties down to your ankles.

- "why do I have to punish you?"

- "because I've been bad," you rolled your eyes at him, earning a hard smack to your arse.

- "I was being a brat," you muttered.

- "okay, each time I slap you, your gonna count them then your gonna thank me,"

- "whatever,"

- another hard slap came onto your other cheek, making you yelp.

- "keep talking back and I'm gonna make your punishment longer. I'm gonna slap you 10 times, this is a punishment but you're always allowed to use your safeword, understood?"

- "yes sir,"

- Remus hand comes down on your arse, each time you respond with the number and a thank you.

- Another hard smack makes your skin jump, your eyes tearing up. "5, thank you, sir," your voice shakes, your arse red and raw.

- Remus rubs your ass, messaging it briefly from his hard smacks.

- he continues until he reaches ten, at this point your crying and sobbing out apologizes.

- "you're done bunny, took the punishment like a good girl, let me rub some cream on you hm? Get you all cleaned up,"

Regulus Black:

- Regulus is either a soft dom or a really hard dom, there isn't an in between.

- he gives you a stern look, mouthing a small "cut it out"

- when you don't cut it out, his hand is clenched under the dinner table.

- You can tell just by his aura that he's pissed, everyone else can too.

- "Watch yourself," He says when you make a comment back to him, the people sitting near you go quiet.

- "you watch yourself,"

- his jaw tightened, his knuckles are white from holding the fork so hard.

- you go quiet for a bit, understanding from his demeanour that he isn't happy.

- after dinner, he grabs your arm and leads you to his dorm.

- the second your alone, his hand comes to your throat. He pushes you against the door, making you whine at the lack of air.

- "you're going to strip and get on the bed then I'm gonna fucking ruin you,"

- when his hand leaves your throat, you only stay where you are and look up at him with a small conceding smile.

- Your attitude makes him lose it, he yanks you towards the bed and rips off your clothes quickly.

- when you whine at your ripped shirt, he only grabs your throat and presses against it with an overpowering force.

- he teases your tits, pulling and pinching your nipples. You whined, fussing against his hands.

- "stop fucking whining you brat, you fucking love it,"

- Regulus bonds your hand to his bed frame tightly, the fabric giving you a small burn whenever you twitch or move around.

- His cock teases your cunt, pushing the tip in before sliding it back out. He rubs it against your clit, making you hold back a whimper.

- His hand never leaves your throat, grasping it tighter until you see black spots. At this point, he had been handling you with rough caresses.

- "fucking whore, what makes you think you can speak to me like that? Hm? Where're your fucking manners?"

Sirius Black:

- you both had been hanging out at the library, talking with friends and such.

- when you began to get fussy and talkback with an obvious attitude, Sirius was quick to react.

- Sirius chuckles to himself, rubbing his thighs as he gives you a small smirk.

- he doesn't give you mean looks, he just stares at you with a daring look.

- his eyes tell you everything, you can tell just by his expression how he's going to react.

- somehow, you quiet down at his expression, knowing you had messed up.

- Sirius brings you to his dorm, kicking out Peter so you both could be alone.

- his hand is on your ass, sitting on his desk chair as he pulls you onto his lap.

- "I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean it!"

- Sirius only laughs and pulls you into his chest, his hands in your hair. You thought you had been forgiven, but you let out a loud gasp when he yanks your head back.

- "you knew exactly what you were doing, you know the rules baby, or maybe you wanted a punishment hm? You dirty girl,"

- he only smirks at your whimper and whines, trying to get him to know your apologetic.

- Sirius strips you, picking you up as he lays you down on the bed.

- he positions you on your hands and knee, holding your face down against the mattress.

- you whine loudly as his hand comes down on your ass harshly.

- he continues to tease you, his fingers slipping inside of your cunt quickly.

- He pushes you over the edge for hours, never even getting bored. He had ranged from using his fingers, mouth, and cock. He keeps denying your orgasm, laughing as you become a crying mess.

- "you can cry all you want, it doesn't bother me any. I haven't even gotten started yet,"

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[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 13

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 13

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3000 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9  

Part 10   Part 11   Part 12

gif credit: @bilyrusso

Part 13

It was 8 in the evening and you were still in the office. You hadn’t accomplished much work today, your mind mostly focused on Billy. You were surprised by how quickly he’d been able to make the funeral arrangements for his mother. Yesterday you had driven over to the nursing home and by the time you reached there, Carla Russo’s body had already been picked up. You’d signed a few papers for Billy and picked up the remainder of Carla’s things before you returned home. Everything of hers was packed into a small suitcase and sitting in your living room. You wanted to call him, ask him how he was and offer your support, but he seemed determined to do everything on his own when you’d talked to him last and you didn’t want to intrude.

You gave yourself a mental shake, reminding yourself to concentrate. This workday had been a wash. When you weren’t distracted by thoughts of Billy, you were putting out fires in your team. At least the personnel conflicts have been temporarily resolved, but now you needed to work on a slide deck that you’d been tasked with presenting to the executive leadership committee later in the week.

An hour later you were halfway done with your presentation when your phone rang. You glanced down at your screen to find Billy’s name on the screen. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He sounded exhausted. “You still at work?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

There was a pause. “You give off the workaholic vibe.”

You smiled to yourself; at least he was okay enough to crack jokes. “How are you?”

“You mean am I grieving over a goddamn dead woman who preferred meth to her own fucking son?” He sighed. “No big loss. I’m fine.”

Anger and hurt saturated his voice despite his attempts to sound unaffected. Your heart hurt for him, you wished there was something you could do. “Do you need anything?”

“The funeral service is tomorrow.” A beat of silence followed. “Do you want to come?”

“Sure. What time?”

“2pm.”

“I’ll take the day off. Do you need my help with anything? Maybe I can call some of her friends?”

“When I found her she was living on the streets, barely alive but still hooked on meth. I doubt she’s got any friends.”

“What about the people in the nursing home? Maybe they want to come?”

“No, I don’t want anyone else there. Just you.”

Not liking the warmth that spread through you upon hearing his words, you reminded yourself he was probably feeling unusually vulnerable. This wasn’t typical of him.

“Do you want to come over?” he asked.

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “I would but I have so much work to do. I’ll be here for another hour at least.”

“Come over after you’re done.”

“It’ll be really late.”

“That’s fine. I can wait.”

“I can stop by my place to pick up your mom’s-.”

“No, it’s okay.”

You realized he wasn’t quite ready to go through Carla’s belongings yet.

“Bring your stuff with you.”

“Stuff?”

“Overnight bag, clothes for tomorrow, whatever.”

“Oh. You want me to stay over?”

“Yeah, might as well. We can drive over together for the service tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Despite the conversation coming to a natural end, he wasn’t hanging up. It seemed as if he was reluctant to be alone, probably because that meant dealing with the complicated emotions for his mother. You knew exactly how that felt. “If you want, I can leave now. I can work from your apartment instead of the office.”

“You’re not worried I’ll be tempted to spy on Valiant stuff?” he teased.

You smiled. “As if I’d let you see what I’m working on.”

“Guess no corporate espionage for me tonight.”

“Still going to keep you away from my laptop.”

He chuckled. “Just get here. I promise not to bug you while you work.”

“Okay. I’m leaving now.”

“See you soon.”

After you hung up, you started gathering your things together.

***

An hour later, you were at his place. When he opened the door, you immediately grew concerned at how tired he looked. Traveling back and forth from Vegas plus dealing with the news about Carla’s death within the last few hours meant he was absolutely exhausted.

“Hey,” he greeted you, smiling as he took the overnight bag from your hands.

You removed your heels while he took your bag inside his room and then made your way to his living room. While his penthouse suite was much bigger than yours, you actually didn’t like it very much. Despite the high-end finishes and the beautiful interiors - Billy had obviously hired a designer to make the place look good - it always felt very cool and inhospitable to you. It was too perfect and you always felt out of place inside the suite.

“You hungry?” he asked, coming up behind you. “I ordered dinner for you.” Arms encircling your waist, he dropped a kiss on the back of your head as he maneuvered you to the kitchen. He’d laid out the food for you on the dining table, and from the take-out containers you knew it was from one of your favourite Indian restaurants. The thoughtful gesture surprised you, you weren’t used to that from him. Noting that he’d only set the table for one, you turned around to look at him. “You’re not going to eat with me?”

“I ate already. I was starving. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You cradled his face with one hand, your eyes roving over his beautiful face as he placed a kiss on the fleshy part of your palm. “You look exhausted. Did you even sleep?”

“No” He leaned back against the kitchen counter, weary. For a moment he closed his eyes, simply holding still, and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him in a hug. You didn’t understand why you’d even initiated the embrace – hugs were never your thing – but seeing him so beaten-down you were desperate to comfort him. He leaned into you, his body flushed against yours, and you held him tight. Stroking the nape of his neck, you placed a soft kiss on the center of his forehead. “Why don’t you take a nap while I work?”

“You don’t mind?”

You smiled up at him, running your fingers through his hair. “At least I don’t have to worry about you stealing my company secrets while you sleep.”

He smirked. “You’ll be here when I wake up?”

“Yup. Probably still working away.”

Billy grazed your temple softly before dropping a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. “Okay, but eat first.”

You nodded your head, watching after him as he sauntered out of the kitchen and disappeared down the hallway.

Sighing, you went to the sink to wash your hands before eating.

***

It was after midnight and you were still working on your slide deck when you heard Billy puttering around in the bathroom. Soon he slowly made his way towards you, dressed in a t-shirt and black boxers, his hair all messy. He yawned lazily, falling onto the other end of the couch.

“I thought you’d sleep through the night,” you remarked.

“Are you still working?” he asked.

“Almost done.” You saved the file and shut off the laptop before slipping it back inside your bag.

Suddenly he pulled you closer and you found yourself tucked underneath him on the couch as he glanced down at you from above. “You work too hard.”

You smiled up at him. “They don’t pay me the big bucks to sit there and look pretty.”

A slow, incandescent smile curved his lips. “I would. If I ran Valiant, you’d be my personal stress relief. You’d be in my office the entire time and do nothing but look pretty and service me.”

“That’s sexual harassment.”

Billy shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever. I’d make it worth your while.”

You laughed, angling up to kiss him. “Your breath is all minty fresh.”

“I brushed my teeth for you.”

“Wow. Be still my heart.”

A warm grin covered his face as he shifted down your body to nuzzle your neck. His weight was heavy as he rested atop you, but you liked the solid feel of him on you, the way you felt all safe and warm. You stroked his hair while he drew lazy circles on your chest, the silence between you two comforting.

“No one knows about her. Not Frank, not Curtis, no one.”

Those names were familiar to you because Billy had mentioned them in passing a few times. Of course he’d never shared any other info, but you being you, you’d dug around and found out more about them. You knew they’d served with Billy and he considered them his closest friends.

“When I found her three years ago, I put her in that home and forgot all about her.”

“You visited her every week,” you reminded him.

“Because I wanted her to regret abandoning me. I wanted her to see how far I’d come, I wanted to throw her mistakes in her face. But I don’t think she regretted safe-havening me, not even a bit.”

The bitter pain in his voice made your heart hurt for him.

“Maybe I should be happy she’s finally dead, or maybe I’m supposed to be sad or something.”

“How do you actually feel?”

“Nothing. I feel nothing.”

“Billy, I think that’s normal. There’s no right or wrong in this. All of your feelings are valid.”

“Even if her dying made me absolutely ecstatic? You wouldn’t think I was a fucking psychopath?”

“You are a psychopath but not because you have conflicting emotions about your terrible mother dying. You have the right to feel how you feel about her, whatever that might be.”

Eyes blazing with emotion, he hovered about you to meet your gaze. “Then what makes me a psychopath?”

You quirked your eyebrow. “The fact you want to torture my dates.”

“Not just torture, I want to kill them.” Eyes darkened, voice velvety-smooth, he covered your mouth with his and ravaged you with a kiss that left you thrumming and breathless.

“Only you’re allowed to touch me?” you asked through labored breaths.

“Yes.” His voice was a lustful rasp, his mouth leaving a heated trail as he sucked on the oh-so-sensitive corner of where your neck and shoulder intersected. Sparks of electricity ran down your spine. “Only me.”

You took his hand and guided it down your body, parting your thighs for him.

Like always, you were soon completely lost in the erotic pleasure of his mouth on you. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, your hands grabbed the back of the couch for support as he fucked you with his hands and mouth, sucking you, licking you, his tongue flicking over your clit until you were keening under him. Body arching off the couch, you moaned his name louder and louder until he drove you completely over the edge.

Then you felt a light slap on your cunt which immediately brought you back to reality. Opening your eyes, you found Billy perched between your legs, gracing you with the most wicked smile. “That’s one.” He slapped your pussy again, this time his long, lean fingers ever so slightly grazing your clit and your hips bucked, wanting more. “As promised.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Punishment.”

“Not fair,” you protested. “I’ll date who I want.”

He slapped you again, a little harder this time, but then he leaned down to place comforting kisses on the very spots he assaulted and you moaned with pleasure.

“All of you.” His tongue lapped over your clit, eyes locked with yours. “Belongs to me. I own you.”

“You don’t!” You squealed when he flipped you over unexpectedly, grabbing you by the hips so your ass was lifted of the couch. And then he squeezed your butt cheeks, biting them lightly before he started rimming you.

***

After sharing a shower the two of you were laying in his bed, your back pressed against his chest as you both stared up at the ceiling. His one hand was intertwined with yours, the other arm circled around your hips. The two of you didn’t have sex but you didn’t mind. You were both fatigued.

“I smell like you now,” you murmured, realizing the soap in his shower had left its scent on you.

“I know. I like it.” He squeezed your fingers. “I have a present for you.”

“I hope it’s not earrings again.”

He chuckled. “No, not earrings.”

“What is it then?”

“Jewelry.”

You turned back to look at him. “What? Like a necklace?”

“Something like that. Except I’m the only one who’ll see you wearing it.”

“Ah. And where is this gift?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Not here yet.”

You smiled to yourself. “People usually wait until they have the gift in hand before telling others about it.”

“I couldn’t wait. I’m excited to see you wear it.”

He stroked your hair, and your eyes grew heavy. Soon you started falling into deep slumber, feeling calm, comforted by Billy’s arms around you.

“What happened with your family?”

Your eyes flew open. Like always, any mention of your family unfurled anxiety within you. You didn’t like thinking about them letting alone discussing them. “They passed away.”

“They’re dead?”

“Yes.”

“Both of them?”

“Yes.”

He pulled you up so you were facing him now, his intoxicating gaze completely focused on you. “That day when I asked you about the pictures, you said you weren’t close to your family.”

“I meant my extended family. I don’t keep in touch with them,” you replied smoothly.

“What were your parents like?”

Irritation surged through you at his obtrusive questions but you had to remind yourself he just lost his mother. He was feeling out-of-sorts, working through his grief – even if he didn’t think so – and he was reaching out to the only person in his life that knew about his mother. “Normal.”

He simply stared at you for a long time, studying you, saying nothing. “Normal,” he repeated, finally breaking the strained silence.

You shrugged your shoulders, dropping your gaze to the base of his throat so you didn’t have to hold his piercing stare. “Yup.”

“How did they die?”

“Car accident.”

“You miss them?”

“Of course,” you lied.

He reached out to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “So you grew up with great parents, white picket fence and all that bullshit? Sounds like you had a fairytale childhood.”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m really tired.”

“Sure. I’ll add this to the list of all the other shit we’ll talk about someday.”

He sounded almost angry with you and you weren’t sure why. Before you could question him, however, he pulled you close so you were snuggled against his chest and the warmth of his body was enough to silence your brain and lull you to sleep.

***

It was a cold, crisp autumn day in New York. The outdoor service, attended by only you and Billy, was short and quick. Throughout it, he’d gripped your hand even though he’d been outwardly calm and collected. Even now as he stood a few feet away from you, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his dark eyes hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses as he stared out at the pond, you sensed he was a complete mess inside. You didn’t know what to say to him so you simply sat on the bench, both of you in an isolated corner of the garden. Eventually he came to sit beside you, taking your hand in his.

“I’d have given her the whole world.” His voice was filled with pain and longing as he removed his sunglasses and tucked them in the upper pocket of his suit. “I would have given her anything she ever wanted.” Billy’s eyes met yours. “If she’d just wanted me.”

You scooted closer to wrap your arms around him, breathing him in as he sunk into you. His hands caressed your back, his grip on you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. After a while he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes holding you prisoner in front of him.

“Swear to me you’ll never leave.”

“Billy-”

“Promise me!”

“I can’t.”

“It wasn’t a fucking request, Y/N.”

You tried to pull away from him but he fisted the back of your hair, holding you in place.

The raw urgency in his voice played havoc with your emotions. If you closed your eyes, just for a moment, you could shut out all the doubts in your head and simply believe him - but you could only live the fantasy for a short moment before reality forced its way back in. “You don’t mean those words, Billy.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you don’t feel that strongly about me.”

His eyes narrowed, glaring at you with hostility. “You’re gonna tell me how I feel?”

“I’m not what you want.”

“And what do you think I want?”

You gave him a sad smile. “The best of everything. Best car, best clothes, the most beautiful women in your arms. You want all that because you need others to want what you have.”

“Is that so wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, there’s nothing wrong with that – except I don’t fit into any of those categories. You want a woman like Dinah Madani. I’m not her. So eventually this thing between us will end.”

His jaw was set in a grim line, eyes burning bright with rage. “So you have me all figured out, huh?”

“Don’t get mad. You know it’s the truth.”

He yanked you closer, crushing you against him. “It’s been me against the world for as long as I can remember. But when I look at you.” His eyes softened, mouth parting as his dark gaze roamed over your face. “I don’t feel alone anymore.”

Your heart melted. The tenuous handle you had on your self-control disintegrated completely. You closed your mouth over his, kissing him frantically as he picked you up and straddled you across his lap.

He pulled back to look at you. “You’re my home. You’re all I need.”

Part 14

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You’re not going to work (Bucky x Reader)

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1612

Summary: Bucky comes back from a long mission so excited to see you. Little does he know, you have a full schedule that day. At least, you planned to. No way is he going to wait any longer. 

Warnings: no explicit anything this is mainly just fluff. The ending hints at a few things but really, Bucky just wants cuddles. 

A/N: This is just a fun one I had an idea for. One night right before I fell asleep I was like ‘Bucky would be cute begging for cuddles’ and voila. It’s a bit of a change of pace for me but I hope you enjoy it!

A/N 2 : This is my first time writing something like this so I apologize if it’s not fantastic. 

Tags: @abitgryffindorky @buckys2thicc @buckfics @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes

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Bucky nearly collapsed back into his seat on the quinjet after boarding. He might have had the serum, but that didn’t mean he was immune from exhaustion and soreness. He’d be fine by tomorrow but for right now, all he can do is lean back and close his eyes.

He was fine with going on missions. It was a part of the job, and he enjoyed helping people. Beating HYDRA’s ass was also a nice plus. He was also able to plan for it: he knew when a mission would be and approximately how long it would be. He knew what to expect. 

For the most part, mission briefings were pretty accurate. Some are overestimated.

Some are gravely underestimated. 

They expected to be home later the night they left. Bucky scoffed now at the idea of that. They had been fighting for a few days, with roughly a few hours scattered throughout to regroup. He had prepared himself to not see you for 12 hours at most. 

It had been 4 days. He was exhausted, he was sore, but more painful than that, he missed you. 

He wanted nothing more than to come back to the compound, ignore all traffic laws on the way to your shared apartment, and spend the entire day with you in his arms.

He sighed contently. He couldn’t wait. So when he arrived back and saw that you were dressed for work, his heart stuttered. 

He was meant to get back Friday night. It was now Tuesday morning, and you had a day full of meetings. 

You still had your back to him as he entered. When you heard the door close, you turned around, a smile spreading wide on your face.

“You’re back!” you said excitedly, staying in your place. You were so happy to see him, but your smile faltered slightly when you saw how worn out he looked. He smiled back at you, but you could tell the mission had been brutal on him.

Still he walked toward you and moved to hug you and you stepped back. Bucky looked like you had kicked him. 

“Sorry, I just… I have work.” you said, looking down at your white blouse. 

“Too bad,” he said, pulling you in for a hug. 

“Bucky!” you exclaimed, trying to pull back. Bucky wouldn’t budge though, and you were no match for the grip of his bear hug. He held you tightly and closed his eyes, despite your squirming.

“Bucky, please, I have to go. I’m gonna be late.”

“I don’t care. I was 4 days late coming home, you can be a day late to work,” he said.

You laughed a little, trapped in his embrace. It was a nice place to be, but not when you had a meeting starting in 30 minutes. “Bucky, I want nothing more than to stay with you, but it doesn’t work that way.”

“Doesn’t it?” he asked, pulling back to look at you while still holding you tightly. “Call in, tell them you have a personal emergency.”

“And what would that emergency be?”

“You have to take care of your sick boyfriend,” he said innocently.

You bit back a smile and a laugh. “And what’s the diagnosis?”

His eyes darted away for a second before he shook his head slightly. “Irrelevant. All I know is that you’re the cure. There’s no way to tell how sick I’ll get if you leave.”

“Ah, I see,” you said, playing along with it. He was giving you his puppy eyes. The ones you never used to be able to say no to. Damn those eyes - they could kill or get you to fold to anything. You had gotten better at standing your ground though, saying “Well, I am all yours tonight, but right now, I need to go to work,” as you finally wrestled out of his embrace.

You were used to puppy eyes, but that didn’t mean you were used to his kicked-puppy eyes. 

You sighed. 106 year old ex-assassin in full tactical gear, covered in mud and a few scrapes looked like he was about to cry because you wouldn’t call in sick to give him cuddles. It was cute, and you felt bad. But at some point you had to stand your ground.

“Please?” he asked, borderline whining but he didn’t care. All he cared about was keeping you from walking out of the door.

“Bucky I -”

“Fine,” he said, dropping the puppy eyes and walking towards you. You looked at him confused. “Bucky what are you -” you yelped in surprise as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “You’ve been kidnapped. Your boss can’t blame you for missing work due to being kidnapped.” 

He brought you into your shared bedroom and sat down, positioning you so you were on his lap, his arms not allowing you to move. You down at him, sighing. “You’re not going to let me go are you?”

He shook his head giving you a slight smirk. “Not a chance doll.”

You looked at him for a few seconds and shook your head smiling a little, biting your lip slightly. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss, you wrapping your arms around your neck.

“I missed you,” you breathed out.

“You have no idea,” he responded before kissing you again.

You pulled back much too soon for Bucky’s liking, and stood, saying “Let me call my boss really quick, okay?”

“Nope,” he responded, pulling you back on his lap. “You’ll call her later and apologize for the delay, and that your boyfriend was violently ill and you called at the first moment you could. But right now, we are going to go shower.”

“You can shower alone, and I’ll go call her”

“No,” he pouted.

“You are an adult Bucky,” you said, laughing slightly at his ridiculousness.

“Exactly, I’m too old to be showering alone.”

“Oh my god,” you said, breaking out in giggles. “Bucky, it’s going to take me 10 seconds. I’ll be in by the time the water’s warmed up and then we can shower together, okay?”

He studied you for a moment. Then he stood up, carrying you bridal style with him back out to the main room where you had left your phone. “Call her,” he said, still holding you.

You bit back a smile at how clingy he was being. You grabbed your phone and dialed your boss’ number holding your breath as it rang. 

“Hello?”

“Hi Valerie. I’m sorry for the late notice but my boyfriend is really sick and I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it into work today.”

There was a moment of silence before your boss responded with “He got back this morning didn’t he?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, looking down. You had been worried at work yesterday because he hadn’t gotten back yet. She must have overheard “Yes.”

She sighed but on the other end she was also smiling a little. “Alright. Just be here tomorrow.”

You let out a small breath of relief. “Thank you.”

“Yep. Tell him I hope his separation anxiety improves,” she said, hanging up the phone. You tried your best not to burst out laughing. When Bucky looked at you questioningly, you shook your head. “Work joke,” you said, still trying to hide your smile. 

Bucky nodded, walking back towards the bedroom and into the attached bathroom. He set you down on the counter before turning on the water. He walked back over to you and stood between your legs, wrapping his arms behind your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return, and the two of you rested your foreheads against each other. 

It was a nice quiet moment of peace, before you felt the warmth of Bucky’s hands leave their spot on your back, and travel lower to your -

“Bucky,” you laughed a little, “Did you miss me, or my ass?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly. 

You laughed some more and Bucky loved it. God he missed that sound. He laughed a little with you.

“Really, I missed everything about you,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “I love your voice, your laugh, your ass,” he kissed you before adding “the amazing neck massage you’re about to give me.”

You looked up at him. “Oh really, yeah? That’s how this is gonna be?”

Bucky looked down at you innocently. “Mhm”

“I hate giving you massages”

“You love it”

“It hurts my thumbs”

“It helps my neck”

“Your muscles are too hard”

“Your hands are too soft.”

You looked up at him and smiled, laughing a little as you asked “You really want a massage?”

“Yes I very much would like one.” He said nodding enthusiastically and smiling. 

“Ok, fine.” you said, still laughing. “The hot water will help. But we should probably take our clothes off first.”

He stepped back and gave you a smirk. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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[mindofharry]

In which mafia!bucky had a hard day and you know just the thing to help.

mafia!bucky is here!! ahh!! i’m so obsessed with the mafia!bucky concept, i think it fits his character so well. smut, bucky having a hard day (and penis) and you being an absolute sweetheart! happy reading, loves <3

James buchanan barnes is having a hard day.

He’s having a hard day without you. You both met in high school when james, known to you as bucky, was just starting out and taking over his fathers ‘business’. You started off as the best of friends, but everyone knew that you were buckys, and buckys was yours. What you knew of the barnes family business, was that it was a restaurant and the oldest child in the family would take over. What you didn’t know until you and bucky started dating was that it was all a front. The restaurant is real, people in the family are employed as chefs and waiters. But bucky isn’t just the boss of the restaurant, he’s all the boss of a gang. The biggest gang in brooklyn.

Of course you were shocked, you had met just about every person in buckys family and none of them gave you a bad vibe. Looking back, you probably should’ve noticed. It was a shock, it did take you a couple of weeks to digest and get over. But you understood why bucky couldn’t tell you. Maybe you were too naive, but you loved bucky, and you were going to let him go over this. He was trained for this and you know he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You trust him with your life.

From then, you’ve both been inseparable. Everyone knew that you would be married in couple years, so you knowing about the family business didn’t bother them. And buckys parents had known you since you were a little girl, they trust you just as much as you trust them.

Bucky was in a meeting with his right hand man, steve rodgers. They had met a couple years back on a job and had basically been brothers ever since. Steve was in the business with his dad, but he wasn’t too interested in the drugs side of things. He liked business, he liked numbers and helping out, so when bucky found out he wanted out of his dads gang, he immediately offered him a job as manger of the restaurant. Steve would still have to take care of some seriously, illegal shit, but it was better than what he used to be doing.

The meeting was on opening another restaurant in another state, but bucky wasn’t too sold on the idea. Not only did he grow up here, you grew up here too. If he was moving locations, he’d have to move everything. And the only normalcy you have is your family.

And there’s way too many memories here. Bucky likes how close the two families are, and moving to a new state and having to start from scratch would make the restaurant lose its momentum.

Bucky and Steve both looked at each other, knowing the answer was no. But they had to sit in on the meeting as bucky didn’t want to start anything.

Although these men have a lot of respect for the brooklyn gang, they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

So bucky will sit here all day if it means both him and steve can leave alive and in one piece.

Buckys phone went off with a small ding, the other men didn’t seem to nice - even if they did, bucky still would’ve checked it. It was a text from you, he softly smiled seeing your name pop up on his screen. God, it had only been three hours but he missed you so much. You’re both each other’s soulmates, that’s what everyone says when they meet or see you both. Can’t keep your hands off each other, know everything about one and another, it’s a fresh of breath air for your side of the family as everyone you know is divorced or separated.

angel; missing you 🥺.

That simple text made bucky want to get up and leave the office and go back home to you. You both live in an apartment, just 15 minutes away from the restaurant and 20 minutes away from both of your parents. Your mother wouldn’t have it any other way. But even with a short 15 minute drive home, bucky would still get a ticket. He just can’t go long without seeing his baby. Usually you drop into the restaurant before and after work, there’s some new members, wives and husbands. You like to make them comfortable, like other people in the family treated you. You know how overwhelming everything can be, so you want everyone to know you’re there and ready to listen. And bucky likes having you around in the restaurants and offices. He likes having something nice to look at while working.

Steve hit his leg, making bucky clear his throat. The men had stopped talking and were waiting on answer. Bucky leaned back in his chair, dropping his phone back on the table.

“Steve and I will get back to on this. Great presentation fellas” Bucky said standing shaking their hands. Steve shook their hands too, just as eager as bucky to get out of this god for saken office and home to his partner.

They quickly rushed out of the office, body guards following them as they walked to the car. The drivers were in there already, bucky sighed remembering he hadn’t told the drivers they wouldn’t be needed.

“Lance, you can drive yourself home in the porsche. You’re not needed for the rest of the day” Bucky said waving him off and throwing the keys and the driver, lance. Lance nearly choked on air, but didn’t hesitate quickly walking off to the porsche.

Steve chuckled to himself getting in his car. “See you tomorrow, buck” Steve said waving as he drove off in his car.

Finally, peace and quiet. This day had been so hard and hectic. A busy day, was not unusual but usually bucky could handle it. Maybe everything was finally catching up with him. This morning started off great, morning sex and breakfast in bed. Then the phone rang and before you knew it bucky was out of the bed dressed and out the door. Traffic was exceptionally bad and he had ran out of gas just 10 minutes into the drive. So bucky got gas and had to stand outside as there was huge line coming out of the gas station, he didn’t know why and he was not going to ask. It’s started to pour rain so when he got into the office he was soaked and had to change. Then that boring, presentation had begun.

Bucky could feel the headache coming on already.

It was like you could sense bucky was having a hard day. You ordered some chinese and opened up a bottle of wine for dinner, then you opened up your victoria’s secret bag. You had bought this when you were out with one of your friends from work, wanda. She had recently just had twins, and needed to get out and have a girls day. You had offered to go out as you needed some new bits, so you made a day out of it. Went for lunch and shopped till you dropped. You had bought some lingerie, red buckys favourite colour on you. It was lacy and tight in just the right places. You felt amazing in it, so you thought today would be the best day to break it out and surprise your husband.

The drive home was the worst. The music was bad, buckys phone had died and the rain was really pouring down again. He needed you so badly.

Bucky just needed a taste of you and he’d been all good again.

You showered, shaved and did all the bits you wanted and needed to do. After putting the lingerie on, you changed into a black dress and then got the plates out for the chinese. It hadn’t arrived yet, but you didn’t want to be rushing around when know bucky is properly very hungry and tired.

Bucky was home soon enough and almost whimpered at the sight of the apartment complex. He parked in the garage, and ran to the elevator putting in the number to the floor of your shared apartment.

“Baby, i’m home” Bucky called out after opening up the front door. He could smell the take out and his stomach grumbled at the most devine smell. His favourite. He married the right woman. You always knew how to cheer him up.

He walked into the kitchen, putting his keys, phone and wallet on the counter. The dinner table was all done up, candles, special plates the whole nine. He grinned as heard you running down the hall. He looked over towards the kitchen door and there you were, his honey. You stood tall, in red heels and a short tight black dress that made your curves shine. Fuck, you looked so good. Bucky wanted to push everything off the table and fuck you right then and there. Bucky brought a hand to cover his mouth as he looked you up and down. You blushed and giggled placing you hands on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful” Bucky said, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips. Bucky couldn’t get over you. Everything about you is beautiful, gorgeous even. He got so lucky. Gorgeous, smart, kind.

“James” You whined as he kissed down your lips. “Want to eat first, ok?” You said and bucky nodded with a smirk.

“Wanted to eat too” He murmured kissing behind your ear. You laughed pushing him away, and walking over to your seat at the dinner table. “Eat. Then we can do whatever you want” You said biting your lip and bucky sighed fixing himself, you were teasing. He kind of liked it though.

“How was your day?” You asked picking up your fork. Bucky sighed placing some food in his mouth.

“Better now i’m with you”

Dinner was slow, but good. Just what bucky needed, you, some food and a nice chat. But by the end of it he was getting antsy. He needed you, no he needed to be in you. You could tell because he was giving you those eyes. You smirked and brought the dishes over to the sink and placed them in there getting ready to clean up, bucky jumped out his seat and stood behind you, his hands on your hips and his boner pressing into you. You whimpered as buckys cheek made contact with the top of your head.

“Thought we could do whatever i wanted?” He asked, and you nodded turning around. “I did say that, didn’t i?” You said, your hands running up and down his chest.

“Well, i want you down on your knees. Naked”

You raised an eyebrow, before unbuttoning your dress, keeping eye contact with bucky. Bucky stepped back, watching the dress fall to the ground. His eyes widened as he saw the lingerie, your breasts pushed together and your curves extenuated. You’re so perfect, so beautiful. You blushed as buckys eyes ran over you, he bit his lip and placed a hand on your cheek softly caressing it. He didn’t speak, but you knew. You took off your heels and got to the ground, kneeling down. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants quickly, seeing the outline of his boner.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful” Bucky muttered taking you hair into his hand, and putting it into a make shift pony tail.

Bucky looks down at you and moans at the sight, gripping your hair tighter as you grip the base of his cock. A throat moan escapes him as you wrap your hand around his member.

“Want my mouth?” You asked and he nodded quickly. “Please, baby. Need it so bad” He whimpered, pulling at your hair. You smiled, leaning in and placing your lips over the tip of his cock. Bucky moaned loudly, pushing into your mouth and gripping your hair tighter. He tasted so good and you never wanted to stop making him feel good. You grip his hips as bucky pushes more of his cock into your mouth, you moan as you feel him in the back of your throat. Your moan sends vibrations through buckys body, he moans in pleasure.

Bucky is a complete and utter mess looking down at you. You looked up, your eyes wide and full of tears as bucky fucked your mouth with no mercy.

You grip the base of his cock, knowing how that gets bucky worked up. Bucky pulled at your hair making you choke on his cock. If you needed to stop, you would tap his thigh twice, but you would never. His cock felt too good in your mouth.

“So good to me” He whimpered, making you speed your pace up a little more, edging him closer to his climax. This might be the quickest he’s ever cum. Your mouth is a like a gift from god, you could definitely say the same thing about his cock that’s for sure.

Buckys moans get louder and his pace gets slower and sloppier. You know he’s getting very close. You make eye contact with him one more time and that’s when he loses it, he wants to pull out and cum all over your face, but you grip his penis hard swallowing every last bit of his cum.

“Fuck me” He moaned his head rolling back. You licked your lips and kissed up his torso pecking his lips.

“My turn!”

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