#last Christmas I gave you my heart and the very next day your brain was eaten by dream crabs

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Part 10 Last Christmas

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Zipper Extra VI

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@jhughesangel for you :)

Some cavity inducing sweetness (hopefully)

P.S. Sorry I'm writing about the holiday season. Again. I'm sure that's tiring but fall/winter is my favorite time of year and it makes for the most romance in my brain.

~2.2k words

The moment she opened her eyes she was greeted with Harry’s gorgeous green eyes gazing at her. “God you’re pretty,” he murmured, and she felt a bit dizzy hearing it from his lips—Harry was pretty, too.

On the first of the month, she began baking. Harry had seen her in action at her place, but now it was their place and coming home some nights after she did to an apartment that smelled like cookies, cinnamon, and apples. It was heavenly and more than ever he wished with everything in him that he hadn’t waited so long to have this moment.

Every space of the apartment was decorated with red berries and greenery and other Christmas décor. The tree stood in the window of the living room overlooking the town. It was beautiful and magical. Harry didn’t even have a tree, the last few years which pained her to no end. He didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t have one prior to them dating either. The only Christmas tree he saw was the one at his mum’s house. Or at her place.

But they were living together, now. So, every holiday was warm and inviting. It felt like home when he was there. She made it make sense. “S’not our anniversary, right?” He asked, coming to stand behind her. His hands pressed onto the counter on either side of her as he pressed his lips to the curve of her neck as a gentle hello. The rest of his body was warm against her back, his body encasing her between the bowl of chocolate and Harry.

Turning her head as much as she could to get a peripheral look at him, she licked the excess frosting off her thumb, she shook her head. “No, baby. Wrong month,” she giggled.

Harry wrinkled his nose “M’sorry,” he murmured. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he admitted.

“It’s okay. I’ve never really been one for anniversaries,” she shrugged. Yet she always has a present for me. He thought to himself with a frown. “I mean...” she noted the way his body deflated with a sigh. “I think I love you pretty well every day...I think there are worse things in life than forgetting a card or a day where you finally came to your senses,” she twisted in his embrace, and she brought the tip of her finger to his lips so he could have a tasted of the frosting. It was silly and romantic all at once. He gave her finger a gentle bite inciting the most beautiful, little giggle from her. “Does that make sense?” She asked.

“So I should be giving y’a gift every day because m’in love with you all the time,” he nodded with a half grin.

“No,” she laughed and rested her forehead on his chest. “No way. Your gifts? We’d be broke.”

“It would be worth it,” he murmured. “I’d spend every penny I had on you.”

“Absolutely not what I want.”

He chuckled rubbing his hand up and down her spine. “Did you have a good day?”

She nodded. “I won my case,” she murmured into his chest.

“Y’don’t sound very excited over the good news, kitten,” he kissed the top of her head.

“It didn’t feel like winning,” she mumbled. “Sometimes fighting for the top dog doesn’t feel very good.”

Her poor sweet soul. “S’never made any sense t’me that someone as sweet as you would be a corporate lawyer.”

“M’good at it,” she said defensively and pouted as she looked up at him.

“I know you’re good at it, angel,” he nodded. “S’not a question. But morally, your heart is jus’ so much nicer,” he kissed the top of her head. “M’surprised y’don’t cry in court sometimes.”

“S’really hard sometimes,” she admitted.

“Y’don’t have t’be a corporate lawyer if y’don’t want.”

“Yeah...but then I wouldn’t have an office next to yours. We wouldn’t have lunch together..." Harry felt a pang of adoration shoot through him. Like she had personally squeezed the veins of his heart just as a reminder that he adored her so much. "And you’d make way more money than me and I wouldn’t be able to afford living here.”

“Y’could live here for free,” he rolled his eyes--as if money would keep him from her. “Jus’ make y’pay me in kisses...and other things.”

She tilted her head up to look at his face while he gazed down at her. “I love you,” she smiled.

He grinned and shook his head. “Thank goodness,” he murmured and attached his lips to hers. They tasted of chocolate, love, sweetness, and happiness. Perfectly her.

*

She didn’t like having a blindfold on—especially in public and without a clue of where they were headed. It was chilly but her coat was warm, and Harry had his arm firmly around her waist. One thing she trusted was that Harry would never let her fall. “I am already surprised Harry. Please let me take it off. I must look insane, and people are probably thinking you’re going to kidnap me.”

“I would love t’see someone try and kidnap you,” he chuckled. “Watch y’step, kitten,” he hummed and squeezed her tighter as he brought her up two steps. She had no sense of where they were—not by sight of course—but he had taken her around three different blocks in order to disorient her. The smells didn’t help either because it was a Saturday night. It was Christmas time, and everywhere in the little city smelled and sounded the same. “Think y’would argue with them about how they didn’t tie the blindfold tight enough.”

“The same cannot be said for you,” she wrinkled her nose trying to get the fabric to move around her face. “Is it weird? You’re not going to embarrass me are you?” She asked.

“What on earth d’you think m’going t’do, kitten?” He laughed. “We’re almost there, just a few more steps.”

“I don’t know. Maybe me accidentally taking your towel every morning has finally done you in and you’re going to murder me and hide my body.”

“Kitten, we’re around other people. Please don’t give them ideas.”

“I don’t think you would murder me. But statistically, you’re the one most likely to.”

“M’ignoring you,” he murmured. The people around them gave sympathetic and awkward smiles. “Okay, two steps,” he pressed his hand on her lower back. The back of her calf touched something solid but she hadn’t a clue where she was. It could have been anywhere. But they were still outside. Maybe it was just a bench? Or a wall by the fountain? She had no way of knowing.

“Am I going to be in a blindfold the entire night?”

“No, m’love. M’gonna take it off as soon as y’sit,” he said gently touching her hips to guide her to sitting on the seat behind her. She was quiet as Harry reached behind her head, the palms of his hands sliding softly against her cheeks as he reached. Before he undid the knot, he gently massaged his fingertips into her hair and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. It made her stomach flutter and she felt like she would explode from the way he made her feel.

The moment she opened her eyes she was greeted with Harry’s gorgeous green eyes gazing at her. “God you’re pretty,” he murmured, and she felt a bit dizzy hearing it from his lips—Harry was pretty, too. It took every bit of willpower to tear her eyes away from his gaze. His hand slid into her lap, and he twisted their fingers together while she took in the surroundings. There was a man directing a horse on a perched seat above them an older top hat on his head. The carriage they sat in was white, with red leather seats. Green garland with red berries and Christmas bows draped around them. A set of twinkly lights was hung around the little awning of the carriage as well. Her lips parted as the horse quietly pulled them around the park. There was a dusting of snow, Harry couldn’t have dreamed of a better day to do this. But it was perfect, exactly what he wanted.

Speechless. She was completely and totally speechless.

Harry watched her expression change about a thousand times in one minute trying to make sense of what was happening. “Y’okay, in there?” He asked cupping the side of her face and brushing his thumb on her cheek. “S’this...not what you wanted?” He asked feeling the nerves creep up.

Did she forget their anniversary? No... it wasn’t that. Did he do something wrong? Why was...how did he know?

Maybe this was just something she wanted to do with her ex-boyfriend and not Harry. Maybe this wasn’t something she wanted anymore. “Er...we can...stop, if y’want, kitten. I thought y’would want this...but...maybe I got it wrong, naturally. Thought y’would want to—”

She shook her head trying to shake some sense into her mind and get her brain cells to put together a coherent thought rather than just staring at the scene before her. “No...” she shook her head quickly. “No...this is...Harry this is perfect,” she whispered breathlessly.

He smiled and a relieved sigh left his lungs in the form of a nervous chuckle. “Oh...good,” he pressed his lips against her temple and watched her eyes scanning the park around her. They had been to the park about a thousand times on foot, but seated in a horse drawn carriage, it was as if she had never seen the trees and paths. The light displays and the children milling in front of their parents were completely new to her.

“How...how did you...did you ask my sister about this?” She asked.

He shook his head. “No...”

“Did I tell you about this?” But she was certain she didn’t. She hadn’t thought about a carriage ride in years.

“Uh...no,” he smiled awkwardly giving her hand a squeeze. “When we were studying one time...y’were all upset ‘bout your ex not planning dates or whatever. You were on the phone with your sister and y’said y’wanted a Christmas carriage ride.”

Her heart felt like it was melting. “You...heard that?” She sounded so stunned. Harry was a bit worried about her well-being. She seemed completely out of sorts. To him, this was the only thing that made sense. In fact, he should have planned this when they first started dating. In his mind, this was nearly three years too late. Lord, knew it was over a decade too late for her sweet self. “You...remember that?”

He smiled, squeezing her hand in her lap again. With his freehand he brought it to her face again and brushed his thumb across her face. “I know...I know y’have forgiven me for...how mean I was—”

“You weren’t mean.”

“Well, I wasn’t nice t’you, kitten. S’well as being mean. Y’deserve nothing but kindness. You’re the sweetest soul I know.” She wanted to respond but she felt like there was more he wanted to say, and her throat was closing around the warm emotion she felt the longer he spoke. “M’sorry, again. For all that I put you through.”

It wasn’t that bad. She couldn’t tell him enough. She knew it ate at him like nothing else, so she simply nodded. “I know you’re sorry. But really...it’s alright, baby. I know—”

“Shh,” he hushed pressing a finger to her lips. “M’not done.” She felt like the blindfold was placed around her lips at his words. It was so perfect. The right temperature, the right scene, the perfect guy.

“Okay,” she murmured.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever fully forgive myself,” he admitted. “But m’so glad I figured out how I felt. M’so sorry it took me s’long. More than being mean t’you...I don’t know if I’ll forgive myself for taking s’long. Wasting all that time we could have been together. But I don’t want t’waste time ever again,” he promised.

He kept hold of her hand as he shifted from the seat to the floor of the carriage balancing on one knee and digging into his coat pocket as if he did this all the time. He pinched the small box in his grip with his free hand. She couldn’t even see inside the box, but she knew that her heart was going to explode when she did. So, it was for the best that she didn’t get to see it. “Y’make me so happy. You’re m’favorite person t’wake up to. T’come home to. Before you, I never even thought ‘bout marriage. It only makes sense when I think ‘bout you,” he was rushing his words a bit. Like when he first told her how much he liked her and how he would be a shitty boyfriend.

He was anything but.

“I don’t know if I’ll get better at remembering anniversaries and birthdays but God, kitten. I want t’try with you. Because y’deserve the best and m’not sure if s’me that’s best for you but I want to be. I want t’take you on carriage rides and make sugar cookies with our little babies that will look jus’ like you and take them t’soccer practice on weekends. I know s’not anyone half s’beautiful as you, kitten. Inside or out,” he never made sense when he was spilling all the emotions directly from his heart, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She thought she might cry if he spoke any longer.

“Please, marry me,” he said finally, slowly at last.

They stared at each other silently for several moments.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Thank you.”

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Can't stop thinking about Neuvillette not liking christmas at first and you finally warming him up to it & realizing whats important :(

A/N: next day update lmao as soon as i posted it i saw official Christmas fontaine art skull emoji there might be some mistakes bc i was very focused on writing the original idea i had in my mind. i really hope it makes sense in the end bc at this point i kinda fried my brain. merry Christmas!

Christmas time is surely a time that is treasured by many people. For Neuvillette though? A time when people pass him by so many times and greet him so much, that the judge has a hard time keeping track of how many heard him saying them back.

Green, red, blue, orange - the bright colors used to give the poor, young dragon a headache, when he first appeared on this world. The jarring sound of bells rang in his head many hours later, in the dead of night. Furina’s Christmas-loving attitude certainly made it more challenging, as „the Christmas spirit,” like she always called it, had to be present every year.

The young dragon yelped slightly when his hair got tangled in some Christmas ornament; Neuvillette can’t say how much time has passed until he finally got that damned thing out of his long hair. Once stepping past the familiar door of his home, the judge plopped on his bed heavily, letting out a defeated sigh. The moonlight from the tall window kissed his face gently, making him stare at the mountains far, far away.

„Just what is this holiday about?” Little did Neuvillette know, but this question was about to remain unanswered for a very long time.

Years, if not centuries have passed, having now the chief of justice has fully accustomed to the human tradition. He passes shop windows and stalls decorated with colorful Christmas lights, and now they don’t seem that hurtful to his eyes. „It is simply a human tradition,” is what occupied his mind every year during the gift-giving period.

Neuvillette sat by his desk, his orchid eyes concentrated on the paper in front of him; the pen in his hand danced between his index and middle finger.

Christmas lights - check. Ornaments - check. Christmas carols that lady Furina loves singing - check. Christmas gifts - check. Sweet pastries for lady Furina (decorated accordingly to the holiday) - check. Additional clothing provided for the patrolling melusines - check.

For Neuvillette, this is what holidays were for a long time. Nothing changed, nothing appeared new or grew old. And for some reason, despite everything staying the same, gave people the same amount of joy every year.

Neuvillette expected it to go the same way as before. Well, mostly - because now, he’s spending his holidays with you, therefore making the tradition a little bit easier to understand. The smell of the finest Fontaine dishes was the most distinctive for his nose whenever he entered his home, the blinking lights could be seen from the other side of the street. He knew you wanted to decorate the house like you always used to, but this year kept you extraordinarily busy compared to the last one, so Neuvillette offered his help with the matter; your joy was more than convincing, giving the dragon’s heart a lovely squeeze in his chest.

He didn’t know that he owned so many ornaments until that day. He examined various pieces with caution, the way they glittered in different angles, and truly experienced how much of it stayed on his hands later on instead. He more than often paid attention to you rather than decorating, noting to himself that your eyes shine even more vividly than any other plastic sprinkled with glitter. He discovered how much your smile grew even more heavenly whenever you found a good spot for your wooden reindeer.

It would be a lie if Neuvillette said he didn’t enjoy preparing for this year’s upcoming celebration.

Now that he was the one ruling the nation of Fontaine, it was going to be his first Christmas without Furina and Focalors’ active presence.

And the day has finally come.

The fireplace kept crackling gently, hugging you two with comforting warmth. Neuvillette watches you rummage through your gifts, smiling to himself when you gasp blissfully, exclaiming that none of it was necessary, but it’s clear you’re enjoying it more than he ever could... except it's a lie.

Your eyes are absolutely mesmerizing with the shining lights around the room. Green, red, blue, orange - every color accents something else, that he yearns to watch over and over again. The bells that hung on most of his doors ring every time you move, causing his head to turn to the direction the sound came from - it means you’re nearby. Although he got better at avoiding his hair getting tangled in wintery trinkets, nowadays a laugh can be heard, before your hands swiftly take it out and place it on a table nearby. An unwise thought appeared in his mind, to clutter his hair with some other accessories, if it meant to hear you laugh once again. Instead, his hand travelled to one of his gifts - a thematically accurate hair clips - that held his hair nicely and allowed him to come home with fewer unwanted bibelots.

Earlier that day, Neuvillette’s eyes softened at the sight of melusines’ fluffy clothes embracing their tiny bodies. Some of them waved their gloved hands at the Chief of Justice during his walk to provide Furina with her favorite cakes, some of them scolded him for not wearing a scarf, while offering their woolen hats - to which Neuvillette politely declined. He kept thinking of Furina possibly overdoing her sweet tooth - so made a mental note to remind her to eat sensibly and not to open her gifts right after he leaves.

It takes him a while to truly realize in what state he’s in.

He did not need to have any list this year, no - it seemed to come naturally.

And it no longer felt like a chore.

„What’s got you smiling so much, hmm?” Your playful tone is evident in your voice, and the feeling of your elbow nudging his side is present right after. Neuvillette embraces you tightly, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, and lets out a relieving sigh.

„I suppose this is what the holidays are truly about. Merry Christmas, ma chérie.”

As simple as it sounds, the kindness and small things matter more than anything when you have someone’s best interest at heart.

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didn't see you there | peter parker

late christmas fic cuz why not

summary: what's a little cafe meet-cute?

the walls were coated with green, red, and white. christmas decor hung from corner to corner, draped against the walls.

there was a small christmas tree in the back, wrapped with tinsel and ribbon. small, shiny ornaments perched themselves upon the prickly branches.

holiday music rang from the speakers, and you twirled around, broom in hand. it was closing time and you were cleaning up before heading out.

"last christmas, i gave you my heart... and the very next day...

"you gave it away... this year..."

brushing pieces of trash and clumps of dirt into pile, you sang loudly, not concerned since you were the only one there.

the music was turned all they way up, and you weren't conscious of what was going on around you.

that's probably why you didn't here the chime of the doorbell, indicating that someone had entered.

at this point, you were doing less working and more... whatever was that you were doing.

"um— miss? i was just— i was popping in for a drink?"

you yelped, hopping backwards and jabbing the broom towards him. once you realized that he was not in fact a potential robber or bad guy, you lowered the weapon. weapon?

there wasn't much to work with in a cafe.

your cheeks were flaming hot, and you were just about ready to die.

the worst part?

he was 100% the cutest guy you'd ever seen. i mean, that had to make everything worse.

because now you couldn't even hit on him. poor guy probably thought you were crazy.

"...we're closed."

"oh, sorry. i didn't think you closed until 10:00. that— that's what the sign said outside, anyways."

"uh, yeah it's..."

9:51.

"oh. oh, i'm so sorry. i g-guess i lost track of time. i can take you right now, if you'd like."

strike two.

"yes, please."

you cleared your throat, face still flushed. "what can i get you... at 9:52, good sir?"

the boy (man?) cracked a grin, and your insides squeezed. he was just so damn pretty.

"one large black coffee. um, extra caffeine."

you raised an eyebrow, and he took it upon himself to further elaborate, "college student," he chucked, and that was enough for you to understand.

"well, that'll do it."

he laughed, "yep!"

"can i have a name for the order?" you didn't need it, but it was a good excuse to get his name.

"yes, yeah," then he paused, like he was trying to remember said name. "parker peter. wait, no— that's not what i meant. i-i don't know why it came out like that. peter. it's peter. parker, that's my last name... if you're wondering where that came from."

"okay... peter. cute."

you didn't ignore the blush that made it's way onto his face. maybe he didn't get flirted with often, you thought.

but then again, how could he not? peter was literally a greek god... like, what?

"so..." you started, wanting to break the silence, "what're you majoring in?"

"biotech."

"ooh, you're a science guy, huh?"

"yeah." peter was blushing again, you noted. why, though? did he think that was weird? or nerdy? well, it was nerdy, but in the best way possible.

"that's really cool!"

"you think?"

"of course!"

"um, yeah, i intern for mr. stark."

"mr. stark?" you racked your brain, trying to figure out whether or not you were supposed to know him. "...wait. oh my god, tony stark? like- like- stark industries? that tony stark?"

you were speechless. you knew that he had to be smart, considering he was in biotech. but this level? wow.

"mhm."

and, man, he seemed so modest about it.

"jeez, pete. that's insane!"

"thanks..." he glanced at your name tag, "y/n. that's a pretty name. what about you?"

"me? what about me?" you asked, banging on the side of the coffee machine. "damnit. this stupid piece of— ah-ha!" smiling as it started to work, you started filling up the large cup.

"major. wha-what are you majoring in?"

"huh— oh! i'm still in high school. i turn eighteen in a couple weeks. i'm a senior. y'know, at midtown."

peter's eyebrows shot up, "midtown?"

"hmm," you clipped on the top. glancing at the sharpie, you inhaled. you picked it up and scribbled down his name. and then, after a moment, you number.

"i used to go there. i knew you looked familiar. i'm a sophomore at college. you were... what, like freshman when i was there?"

"uh... yeah. something like that. that's so weird. i've never seen you around before."

peter winced, "um, yeah, i wasn't the most well known..."

you bit your lip, not wanting the conversation to drop.  "well, here's your disgustingly bland coffee, parker. sure you don't want any sugar or anything? a cookie, maybe?"

"no, i'm okay," he laughed, taking the cup from you. peter took out his wallet and handed you his card, which you took.

"sorry, again. for... you know."

"nothing to apologize for. you're good." pete furrowed his brows. "are- are you closing up yourself?"

you shrugged. "yeah. why?"

"no... it's just, it's really late."

"meh. i live, like, 5 minutes away from here."

"then i can drop you off? just so— just to make sure you get home safe."

"it's okay. besides, i still haven't finished," you gestured vaguely, "all this."

"i can wait. it's okay."

"pete—"

"it'd make me feel a lot better knowing you get home." he tilted his head at you.

everything about him felt so safe; you didn't even know him, but you already trusted him. he had that feeling that resonated off him.

"i—" you blushed, your insides squirming at the fact that he cared about your well-being. he was a stranger, and yet he still wanted to do this, so who were you to refuse? besides, it would be nice you stay and talk to him longer. "okay."

peter grinned, "cool!"

"just give me a minute." you cleaned up, wiping down the tables and pushing in chairs. "you know what'd be crazy?"

peter looked at you.

actually, you weren't sure if he'd ever looked away, because when you glanced up, his eyes were locked on you. "huh?"

"if you were, like, some kidnapper. and i just wouldn't know, because you'd be trying to seem nice, and then bam, you're dragging me to the trunk of your car. kinda like reverse psychology, but not."

he laughed, shaking his head. "how'd you know? man, you just blew my cover."

"don't even try it. i got a fancy red panic button on the underside of this counter."

"do you really?"

"yep... no. we don't. well, technically, we do. but it doesn't work."

"huh. okay."

the two of you went back and forth with little quips, making each other laugh, until finally, you were done. taking of your apron, you tossed it in the bin and hung up the cap. peter held the door open for you as you flipped over the "open" sign to "closed".

"you know, i normally don't let pretty boys walk me back home from work."

"well, i don't normally walk pretty girls home from work. so you should be flattered."

"i'll have you know that i am."

"how come you work so late anyways?"

you sighed, "we don't have... the greatest supply of money. my mom tries her best, but i like to put in the hours whenever i can to help. i do a bunch of extracurriculars because it looks good on resumes, and i only have time for anything else later in the day."

"i see. it's cool of you to help out like that. i'm sure your mom really appreciates that."

wincing, "she doesn't know i work this late. my mom doesn't get back from the office until 1 or 2am. it's nice i have a full scholarship. at least i don't have to pay for college. that crap is crazy expensive. or at least too expensive for us."?

"scholarship? that's awesome. where to?"

you shrugged, "midtown college. not as prestigious as their high school, but it's still something. majoring in graphic design."

"so you, like, draw?" his eyes lit up, "oh, is all that chalk art or the windows and board yours?"

"yep. you like?"

"yeah! are you kidding? that stuff's crazy. i could never."

you laughed, "thanks, pete. oh— well, this is my place. don't leak my address."

"no promises."

"and thanks, again. this was really sweet of you. it's nice knowing that there are still good people out there." and with a sudden burst of confidence, you kissed his cheek. "good night," you murmured.

you were too giddy and happy to look back at him, and you barely caught the farewell that rolled off his lips.

well, at least he had your number.

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REMEMBER THIS IS NOT A COMPLETED WORK!

Hey hi loves! Keep in mind this is another discarded draft. 🖤✨

Here lies a rough draft of a Sugar!Daddy Joker fic I was working on until my mind stopped mid production (I got distracted with Just One Check) and went a different path due to them having similar plots. Funny how my brain works. Anyhoo! I'm starting complete over so its safe to post this. I think. 🤔

Joker was late. 

And not just a few minutes, it was going on two hours and nineteen minutes that Joker stood you up. Not that you were counting or anything. He gave you a monthly allowance and one half was quickly deposited into your savings, the other you wanted to use to get a head start on Christmas gifts. J promised he would take you shopping despite his hectic schedule today yet he was nowhere to be found. 

You were burning daylight waiting for him. He gave you no choice but to go solo in order to get everything done today. Joker never broke a promise and the fact that he did made your lower lip wobble as you left your apartment. 

Just to get back at him, you decided to take one of his coveted sports cars as your set of wheels for the day. 

You hated driving– you were a certified Passenger Princess!– but you sucked it up and fumbled in your high heels to find the gas pedal. Thank goodness everything was push start and buttons, you would be so confused. But nothing would ever come between you and a shopping trip. You smirked every time you made a sharp turn into a curb or braked too hard in J’s fancy car. 

Every wear and tear you made was proof of your disappointment for Joker standing you up. 

Across town, Joker was very aware he was late. 

He attended the quarterly meeting with the expectation it wouldn’t last longer than thirty minutes. Time was on his side, that is, until the focus shifted to finances and then someone chimed in expansion ideas for the next quarter. With each new input made, Joker saw the clock tick closer and closer to the time he promised to pick you up.

He never made a promise he couldn’t keep so when he said he’d take you Christmas shopping today, he meant it. 

Yet time had gotten away from him and despite his desire to spend time with his Princess, business was important. You knew that, however it didn’t mean it was fair to you. 

You weren’t a girl who simply settled being second place to anything. You deserved an explanation for his absence. 

Joker tried to send off a quick text to reschedule with you but one of his goons spoke up about a rival gang that was harming profits and his attention was promptly stolen. Joker tossed his phone aside to focus on work– not noticing the entire morning passed by in the process. 

The mall was as crowded as you expected it to be and a part of you was glad that Joker wasn’t here. His low tolerance with mundane people and his social anxiety in general would’ve provoked him to kill everyone in the vicinity. 

You did not have the time nor the energy to pacify a cranky Joker. You were almost done with your shopping list if not for the man of the hour making things difficult.

You did not know what to get Joker. 

You could get him another knife set but that would be predictable along with any lingerie you bought to ‘surprise him’ with. It honestly didn’t matter what you got him. J would either be impatient and open the present early or check his bank statement to see what you got him. 

He was impossible to surprise yet you knew he enjoyed receiving gifts. Your Sugar Daddy was secretly a kid at heart. He loved the glowing lights and all the boxes under your glamorous tree. 

That’s why trying to buy him something was virtually impossible. The man had everything and you wanted to give him something sentimental that he would remember for years to come. You spent another hour walking around the mall, trying to find the perfect gift for J despite knowing it was a fool’s errand.

The blaring seasonal music, screaming children, and the overall traffic that came with one of Gotham’s biggest malls during the holidays, was the perfect cover for the two men trailing behind you to blend in. 

It was impossible to lose you in the crowd with your monochromatic outfit. You were a burst of pink amongst the holiday reds and greens. 

If your handbag wasn’t shaped like a candy cane, (or if the diamond ornament earrings you wore weren’t flashy enough) they would’ve assumed you didn’t care for the holidays. 

You did– however the bright multicolor lights and stark red decorations weren't your style. You preferred an all White Christmas with endless amounts of pink and gallons of glitter. 

There was a dress shirt that caught your eye with a geometric plum pattern against black. You picked it up to inspect it further but it floated to the floor when a pair of hands slapped over your mouth and dragged you into an employee’s only service door. 

You were gone in a blink of an eye. 

Sorry I missed your call but leave me a cute lil message and I’ll hit you back! Have a great day sprinkled with glitter!

Joker grimaced hearing your voicemail for the third time in a row. You were a phone addict and never missed a call nor would you ignore the multiple texts that he sent you. J knew you were mad at him for not taking you shopping but this radio silence had gone on way too long. 

He was getting antsy so on the fourth call, he left a message. 

“Hey doll, uhh I know you’re mad at me buuuuuut let Daddy make it up to ya! I’ll err come by n’ scoop ya up. Anywhere you wanna go for lunch, my treaT. Just ah.. lemme know you’re okay, Y/n. S’all I’m askin’ Princess.” 

Joker ended the call and spun around to face Frost when he spoke up. “Her phone’s probably dead, Boss.” He tossed out. 

Mac was seated nearby and verbally disagreed. “Unlikely. B carries a power bank with her everywhere.”

Neo scoffed, “Of course you’d know that. The both of you are phone addicts.” He eyed the blond fiddling his smartphone before facing their boss. 

Everyone was tense given the radio silence you put J on. An upset Princess made for a testy Prince of Crime. It was best to walk on eggshells until the two of you made up. 

“What’s the move, Boss?” Neo asked. 

J made a noise and leaned back in his chair. He honestly didn’t know. 

It was lunchtime and he and the top three had some time to kill before going out tonight. Joker wanted to see you and get back in your good graces beforehand. He hated when his Princess was upset with him and if you were still cross with him it would only distract him tonight. Your cold shoulder was the worst feeling in the world. 

Green eyes darted over to Frost when he spoke up again.

“We can drop you off at her place before we rendezvous for tonight’s plans. Sitting here is a waste of time and we all know how Y/n gets when hers is wasted.”

Everyone silently agreed but right as Joker was gonna take Frost up on his offer, his phone rang. Glamorous by Fergie, the ringtone Joker begrudgingly programmed for you, began to play.  

“See! You still got a chance, Boss!” Mac laughed. “It was that voicemail that got her!” Neo added before gesturing for Joker to answer the phone. They were hyping up Joker until Frost shushed them both with slaps upside their heads. 

Joker simply rolled his eyes at their theatrics. They were all idiots but they had his best interests in heart. He hit the green accept button and raised the phone to his ear. “Have ya decided what you want for–”

An unknown voice cut Joker’s sentence short. 

“Are you missing something, Joker? Perhaps a pretty little thing dressed head to toe in pink with a body I’d bang all days of the week if I could?” He whistled loudly, “D__n, I just might.”

Joker’s blood ran cold the second the stranger described you. Without a doubt, he knew you were kidnapped. 

It was a scenario he staunchly tried to prevent but unfortunately failed in. You knew it was a risk being Joker’s sugar baby. You were Joker’s weakness, walking bait to use as blackmail and his enemies knew it. Yet the pros of being with Joker outweighed the cons. 

Most knew better not to cross Joker but there was always that one individual who thought they were better than the rest. As if anyone could steal from The Joker and get away with it. This stranger would have to learn the hard way why that was a bad idea. 

Joker still panicked knowing you were in danger. 

He didn’t think anyone would be bold enough to try to take you but his carelessness landed you in trouble. Joker feared the worst but he couldn’t let it show in his voice. First, he needed to learn your whereabouts and go from there. 

He tapped his fingers on the table in Morse code. ‘Track Y/n, now!’ 

Frost, Mac, and Neo all saw Joker’s entire demeanor change and knew something was up. J’s back was stiff like a board and his green eyes darkened to lumps of coal. They instantly deciphered the non-verbal message and got to work finding you but their ears were focused on their boss still talking on the phone. 

“Whaddya want?” Joker growled into the cell. The caller sighed in a displeased fashion. 

“Straight to business I see. I admire that, but you of all people know the rules when it comes to these things. I say I kidnapped your girl, I tell you my demands, blah blah, you threaten me, I laugh bladdy blah. You ask me why I’m doing this. Well actually? Lemme tell ya that part. It’s all about the money and lots of it! Let’s see. How about.. five million and I’ll try my best to keep my hands to myself. Can’t guarantee anything, I like pretty things and I’m very greedy. Oh! Speaking of pretty things— she wants to talk to you.”

There was movement on the end of the phone and Joker barely heard the warning that was spoken before he heard your shaky breath through the receiver.

“J?” 

He could hear your fear in just one syllable. 

You never experienced the dark side of Joker’s work, you simply reaped the monetary benefits. Someone as sweet and innocent like you should never have to experience being kidnapped much less by his rivals. They were ruthless animals that wouldn’t play by the rules. 

Joker had to find you fast before they began laying their hands on you. If they did, he would cut them off. 

Time was of the essence but J had all the time in the world to calm you down when he heard you hiccup. “Ohh my pretty girl. Did they hurt ya?” 

It was a rhetorical question; one that you didn’t have the energy to respond to. The fact that you changed the subject was telling enough. 

“I dropped my purse at the mall! The shiny sugar cane one you got me for being a good girl last month. Oh and your ca—”

J called your name when you yelped mid sentence. It was too quiet and Joker became antsy while waiting to hear your voice again. 

Your kidnapper returned to the phone after a long moment of silence with another arrogant sigh. 

“Is that all she ever thinks about? Purses, clothes, and those slutty heels of hers? Don’t get me wrong, they look hot! Even better off.. Man! It's great to finally have someone to use against you. Now about the money. I want it delivered to…”

Joker drowned out their demands and glanced over at Mac.

The blond spun a laptop around to show J the custom pink dot blinking on the screen. Granted if your kidnappers didn’t remove the tennis bracelet he gifted you, then you weren’t too far from his current location. Thirty minutes if traffic allowed. He nodded at his crew for a job well done and returned to the phone call.

“I’m not making deals with dead men. I’m gonna get my Princess back and you’ll be uhh float-ting in the Gotham River by dinner time. Nice chat errr.. what’s your name again?” Joker asked. 

He knew his words would anger the person on the phone and they didn’t disappoint. “We’re The Tirad, you cocky son of a—“

Joker ended the call and locked eyes with Frost, Neo, and Mac. “Let’s go.”

“That f__king clown hung up on me!” He pointed right in your face, making you jump in place. 

“Your ransom just doubled! Ten mill will show him we mean business. I know he has it.” He began to pace and nod to himself. “Yeah.. he has it.” 

You tried not to break down in hysterics but you were just so overwhelmed. One minute you were shopping for Christmas gifts at the mall, the next you woke up in some run down room tied to a chair. The decent thing they could do was explain what was going on but you didn’t get that common courtesy. 

Their only concern was money and using you as bait to get it. You rolled your eyes at the steep ransom they set on you. They’d never see a penny of it with the way they were treating you. 

You turned your nose at the smell and the dingy surroundings they kept you in. There was no color whatsoever in the room and even worse, the rope they had binded you with was an ugly tan hue. 

Nothing went with your shimmering turtleneck or your pink suspender skirt dress. You shifted but winced as the raw rope dug into your skin and sullied your clothes. 

You voiced your disgust, it went ignored. They didn’t even take you seriously! You hated everything about this and you hated J for putting you in this situation. 

If he didn’t stand you up this morning you wouldn’t have been kidnapped in the first place! 

Then to make matters worse, he answers the phone for them and not you, only to hang up and jeopardize your life as if it was all some sort of game. It was insane to believe that Joker would pay anyone ten million dollars and especially to save you. 

There was nothing deeply serious about you and Joker’s relationship. He was a Sugar daddy spoiling you rotten and the second he moved passed this phase, he’d toss you out like trash– or worse. You had the impression Joker didn’t let his exes remain alive. 

You tried to stay optimistic but after two years together, Joker’s affection for you was starting to decay. It was only a matter of time before you had to find another Daddy to take care of you. 

You were used to the game. You’d been living this lifestyle since you left home at the ripe age of nineteen. Nothing was ever permanent and contracts between daddies and babies were meant to be flexible in order to terminate at any given time. 

You knew the signs all too well that your Daddy was moving on. 

Joker was creating distance lately, not keeping his promises from yesterday, and today he didn’t care about saving you. The ball was no longer in your court.  You were expired goods not even worth ten dollars let alone ten million. 

The two guys in the room glanced at you when you suddenly blurted out your thoughts. “Ten million?! He’s not g-gonna pay that much for me! I’m just his—” You jumped again when they spoke over you. 

“Awww his what? His dumb little whore? His f__k toy for the month? Or does Sugar baby make you feel like you’re special to him? Like that’s something to be proud of!” 

They both began to laugh at your crestfallen face. “Stop laughin’ Tom! She actually thinks she’s important!!” 

When they worded it that way it made all the sweet connotations that Joker created evaporate into thin air. You are something special to J. Why else would he buy you the world and call you his Princess? 

They were just jealous, that’s the lie you told yourself to keep from crying. They wished you were their baby to love and spoil. 

You weren’t just a pretty toy to pass the time with. Joker wouldn’t abandon you at your darkest hour. 

You couldn’t let these hurtful comments and your own self doubt break you down into nothing. Joker provided for you and in return, you loved him unconditionally. Just because he didn’t verbally return your feelings for him, didn’t mean he didn’t feel the same. 

Come to think of it. Joker never said the words, I love you before to you. You lost how many times you said it to him. 

It couldn’t be true. You refused to believe them. You are special to Joker. Yet their continuous howls of laughter finally made a tear slip from your eye. 

“Oh man, that's funny! As if you mean something to a man like him, but I don’t blame em.’ I’d pay top dollar to keep a naïve, sexy little thing like you on my arm too. ” The ringleader walked forward to wipe your tears away. 

You recoiled as far back as the rope allowed. He noticed and sneered.

“Tch. Oh I’m sorry! Am I not crazy enough for your standards? You only f__k psychos?” He traced your lips and you didn't hesitate in biting his thumb hard. It wasn’t the best idea but it was the only reaction you had at the time. 

“Agh! You stupid b__h!” He jerked his finger back and hit you across the face in the same motion. 

You cried out in pain but spat in his face to get even. You never been hit before and you grimaced at the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. 

Then it dawned on you, your spit was red from biting him. You saw anger boiling in his eyes and knew you went too far. 

Before he could try anything his partner rushed over and pushed him away. “ Tom! Hey! Don’t damage the merchandise you dickhead! You think he’ll pay ten mill if you hurt her?” He jabbed a finger at you sniffing in your chair. 

Tom shrugged him off, “Come off it, E. He’ll pay twice that for his used up Barbie doll. Her pussy gotta be insane to go through all this trouble that or f__king crazy. Kinda wanna find out for myself. Matter of fact, I will.”

He was smirking and stalking his way back to you when his partner in crime grabbed him by the shoulder to whisper in his ear. 

Obviously this wasn’t something they wanted you to hear.  

“What part of, don’t damage the merchandise, you not getting? Let’s wait till they drop the money then you can have all the fun you want. But until then, keep ya hands to yourself! Don’t screw this up!” E clapped him on the shoulder to get his point across. 

He walked out leaving the hot headed ‘Tom’ alone with you. He nodded to himself but glanced at you out of the corner of his eye the second the door closed. You rolled yours with a huff, “Dick.” you said under your breath.

“Keep that attitude and guarantee you’ll be choking on mines pretty soon. I can’t wait to tame you brat.” He grinned before settling in a chair off to the side. 

You could care less what he was up to as long as he listened to his partner, E or whatever their fake names were. You didn’t want anyone but Joker touching you. 

And thankfully you didn’t have to wait for long. 

#discarded wip graveyard #what could have been #his lighthouse

[faejilly]

jilly's week in review?

I guess or something. Idek y'all, I was gonna try and do reviews but then I just rambled about what I did instead, so this is clearly gonna need a format revamp next week

anyway

READING

Finished Daughter of Witches

and also St. Peter's Fair, which I had started AGES ago and sort of lost track of, but I'm doing the January Challenge on TheStoryGraph and couldn't decide what to read next but needed to get my pages in, so I went digging for random shit and I have read it before and watched all the Cadfael mysteries so it's not like it was hard to get into to finish it so I could save my streak.😅

Read A House with Good Bones (on purpose from start to finish in one day!) because T. Kingfisher/Ursula Vernon is absofuckinglutely one of my favorites. (There's a thought here about my occasional forays into the horror genre, and how some horror is almost kind of cozy because it's about protecting what we love from what we fear, and that is very much a Kingfisher kind of thing, but that might need a new post and a more functional brain to figure out where I'm going with that.)

Listened to a little bit more of IT while doing housework; I'm not great at audio books except when I'm driving, but sometimes I can manage a little (and I didn't want to distract myself from dishes by picking up a new book instead). Stephen Weber is an excellent narrator btw, for anyone who's curious.

WATCHING

The husband was sick last week, and I was only sort of doing shit either, so he kind of just put the TV on and let it go and I definitely will not manage a nice list with links like I did with books. There was some M*A*S*H, (oh, I did finally watch the special that recently came out on Hulu), and RoboCop (largely because Thing 1 gave the husband the new game for Christmas) and several different Predator movies of various quality, and a bunch of other stuff I am not thinking of at the moment. I know I picked a couple and watched them myself but with everything else I can't remember what?

Also some Mythbusters when Thing 2 picked something to watch for awhile, which is pretty much always entertaining even when we're like: your sample size is nonexistent and just because you can't do it doesn't mean someone who knows what they're doing couldn't have done it so are you SURE you should have busted that? 😅

PLAYING

I got Garden Story for Christmas and got through the quest-lines and realized I was quite far away from all the upgrades, so I've been periodically poking at it and trying to get my villages/tools better before trying the Final Boss. I have had a good time with Concord though, it's fun, I'm just not sure the leveling functions, such as they are, are paced/balanced quite right? 😅 (Or perhaps I'm just Bad At Fighting In Cozy Games? This does seem to be a bit of a trend tbqh, probably why I liked Wylde Flowers' lack of combat so much.) I also have found VERY FEW of the memories/weird achievements so that's a thing I'm probably going to have to look up hints for soon-ish...

(I did finish Potion Permit last year, which is great, I recommend it whole-heartedly: the potion building mechanic is usually pretty solid, it has good characters, a nice aesthetic, I did actually mostly have fun rolling around and fighting things/gathering stuff, but I did reach the end of the main quest and then go... huh, is that it? just because it, yk, kept going after the finale but there didn't seem to be anything there beyond like, a couple personal quests that needed materials I couldn't unlock until the end.)

MORE ENTERTAININGLY I THINK, we did also play some board games

Paint The Roses is QUITE HARD with only two people even if you stick to the medium level whims; or maybe I'm just not that smart?!? We did in fact survive without getting our heads' chopped off by the Queen of Hearts, but we legit guessed the last two puzzles so. Dumb Luck™️ is not nearly as reliable as actually figuring out how to plot your plants better.

We did Escape the Dark Sector (with more people this time, tbf) on our first try though! That was pretty delightful. It is atmospheric and potentially almost deadly without feeling too awful at any point! Also I got to punch a tentacle monster!

Mice & Mystics can go dramatically bad if your dice aren't on your side and you do like, one stupid thing to compound that, and then if you're invested enough to start over you can suddenly realize you've been moving tiny plastic mice and bugs around the table for like four hours and still only got through the first chapter... but not regret it at all because you like your mice and are very proud of them for finally making it!

Can you tell we like co-op games? 🤣🤣🤣

(I did also do some rearranging so the game room was comfier, so like, win/win I adulted and played!)

THERE WAS NO WRITING OR CROSS-STITCHING OR PAINTING OR ANYTHING ELSE THIS WEEK, so uh. Clearly my balance of activities is bonkers and I should maybe get off the couch/game chair(s) a bit more often.

#jilly spam #jilly reads #jilly has a gaming problem #favorite shows #I guess for the brief MASH mention? #I can definitely recommend #a house with good bones #for feels and family dysfunction and weird/terrible magic shit and a Vulture and terrifying roses! #plus some interesting tangents on how batshit people can get #including historical examples! #(not that historical) #that makes no sense sorry I'll stop now #tag spam #week in review #will probably need a better tag for that too #but that is a problem #for tomorrow!jilly

[a-little-awkward-simp]

MIDORIYA x GN! READER -- Dating headcanons

It's been too long since I last wrote anything ;--; but I finally got something done and the result is this

Midoriya Izuku "Deku" x gender neutral reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

warnings: smut later down below, nothing very graphic

let me know if I missed any!

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SFW

-you met in a classic way

-met at U.A. and he was absolutely dumbstruck by your looks

-poor thing became a blushing mess and couldn’t speak coherently whenever you were around

-he was embarrassed by this

-you thought it was cute

-as time went on you became good friends

-you spent most of your time hanging out with him, Ochako and Iida

-when he learns you’re nerdy as well, his eyes start shining like a thousand stars

-he falls for you right then and there

-you both talk about your favourite pro-heroes and show eachother your merch collections

-buying birthday and christmas presents is quite easy

-every night Midoriya planned on asking you out on ang he was filled with determination

-but he never went through with it the next day

-at some point he became desperate and asked help from both his mom and adoptive dad (toshinori)

-they both found it adorable and were happy that he asked

-he was slightly embarrassed though

-but THE DEDICATION

-he took notes and wrote down all the tips those two gave him

-it didn’t take long ‘til one notebook was full of notes on how he would ask you out

-he even wrote down scenarios on how it would go

-he kept practising every day and wanted the whole thing to be perfected and romantic

-but a year went by and he never went through with it

-he was too nervous and scared

-he was scared that he would ruin your friendship

-he wasn’t even sure you liked him like that

-but little did he know…

-the moment your eyes landed on Midoriya on the first day of academy your heart skipped a beat

-he was the cutest guy you had ever seen

-he was also the kindest and the sweetest person ever

-so yeah you’ve had a big fat crush on him since day one

-you’ve been thinking about asking him out

-so far, no luck

-you haven’t gone through with it

-you talked about this with Jiro once

-she was really supportive, but she didn’t have any advice for you

-you were too scared to ask him since you didn’t want to ruin your relationship

-and you were quite convinced there was someone occupying his mind

-so you never went through with it

-one day though, just a regular day

-your dream came true

-i just said it was a regular day, which it was, but it was also a bit weird

-Midoriya was super fidgety the whole day and kept blushing whenever you said his name or talked to him, which hadn’t happened for a while

-the day went by and you were hanging out with the regular gang (iida and ochako and some others came by every now and then) -so your whole day had been quite chatty

-while Midoriya had been usually quiet

-he had only one thing to say, but he couldn’t get it out

-it was only one sentence, but to him it felt like it was terribly much to say

-you weren’t the only one who was a bit worried of his behaviour, others also kept asking if he’s okay

-the answer was always the same; “yeah I’m fine” *smile*

-he said this meanwhile looking like he’s going to explode

-which he did eventually

-you were walking outside, leaving school together and he was silent for very long

-you tried to talk to him, but he didn’t say much

-he just mumbled answer or just went “mh” or something

-eventually he just couldn’t take it anymore

-he exploded when you were in the middle of a sentence, saying something about the homework

-he just screamed

-he literally screamed out “WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME???!!”

-sounds aggressive, but it was just that, you know, good ol’ Midoriya scream

-you were SHOCKED

-you just froze

-so did he

-so for about solid 30 seconds neither of you said anything

-you just stared at each other, trying to find words

-your eyes were as big as plates

-once your brain had finally processed what had just happened, you smiled the widest and the brightest, the absolute cutest smile ever

-”yes” you breathed out

-Midoriya let out a relieved breath and looked super happy

-you hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek

-”how could i ever say no to such a question?” you whispered to his ear

-he was the happiest person in the whole universe at that moment

-you too

-you two have the cutest dates

-sometimes you two go out and have fun

-sometimes you just stay at home/on campus and just cuddle and eat snacks

-Toshinori is your number 1 shipper

-present mic is number 2

-Midoriya’s mom absolutely LOVES you

-she always asks him when you’re going to come over again

-okay but she asks you that as well when you’re leaving their place

-you help her cook when you’re at their place

-the first time you visit she shows you Midoriya’s baby pictures

(-the cutest baby)

-he finds this super embarrassing though

-Midoriya really appreciates that you get along with her mom so well

-Midoriya isn’t into PDA, but he isn’t fully against it either

-he loves to hold your hand in public

-and no matter where you two are he will give you a quick kiss on your cheek before class starts, without exception

-sometimes he gives you a quick peck on the lips

-if he’s feeling really sneaky and cheeky, he might squeeze your butt when he passes you (ONLY IF YOU’RE OKAY WITH THAT)

-you guys have lunch together often

-you help each other with homeworks and assignments and studying for exams

-you guys also train together

-you guys don’t fight too often

-MIdoriya doesn’t like that

-if you two disagree on something, he likes to talk it out and make up, rather than yell at you and hear you yell back at him

-you almost never end up yelling at each other

-but when that does happen, it doesn’t go unnoticed

-your classmates and friends get worried when that happens and they’re always there for you if either one of you need someone to talk to

-you always make up very quickly and apologise to each other and talk it out

-Midoriya loves you way too much to have you being angry at him for too long

-he just wants to make you happy, and he feels bad whenever you guys fight

-thus he wants to talk about things as quickly as possible

-but he won’t impose

-if you need time to think, he will give you time to think

-he won’t force you talk

-once you’ve made up and done with your fight, everything seems to fall back into place 

NSFW

-okay so

-Midoriya is a real simp for you, and he shows that, not just in bedroom, but he especially shows it in bedroom

-the couple first times he’s really nervous

-during your first time he was absolutely mesmerised by the sight of you

-and thus also really nervous

-he’s not that loud in bed, but he whimpers and moans

-also likes expressing how much he loves you during the deed

-and good GOD it’s hot

-you almost come down just because of the noises that he makes

-most of the time he likes to be gentle with you

-but sometimes

-hoo boy

-when he’s really turned on he’s rougher with you and he talks more

-he isn’t too into dirty talking and he isn’t too good at it

-but during these rougher moments he’s very vocal

-”you’re so good for me baby” “you like that, hm?”

-he’s definitely in control during these times

-sometimes he likes to be under you, but mostly he wants to be on top

-he’s not too kinky, but he’s willing to try whatever interests you

-he really wants to know what you like and he wants to satisfy you the best he can

-he definitely worships your body during intimate moments

(-not just then though, he worships you all the time and everything about you, but anyway)

-he loves running his hands across your body, shoulders, hands, thighs, chest

-loves holding your face with one hand when he’s on top and kissing you

-plants kisses all over you

-when he’s rough he might leave some marks too

-the next day he’s a bit embarrassed and apologises

-also plants gentle kisses on the marks c’:

-the BEST aftercare

-he’ll help you clean yourself and cuddle you right after that

-sometimes he’ll be extra prepared and have snacks to share with you

-you guys also watch movies sometimes and end up falling asleep halfway through

-he will hold you for the whole time you sleep

-overall you and Midoriya are absolutely the cutest couple in the whole wide world

-and he is the most adorable smolbean to ever walk this earth and he is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for

#mha #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #mha fluff #mha smut #mha x reader #bnha

[lfc21]

Gingerbread house - Day 8

TW : Fluff

Summary : you and kostas try and get into the Christmasy spirit by making a gingerbread house! Not one of you are the baking type so mess and broken gingerbread is the only answer right?

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart," you heard being sung from the kitchen door. You weren't sure how, and you weren't sure why kostas had decided to take up a karaoke session, but whatever the reason you loved. "But the very next day you gave it away!" He added with even louder words and even more effort in his dance moves. You stared at him from the door in admiration, you didn't understand. You knew kostas loved Christmas, but this much was slightly concerning as it was still two weeks to go.

"This year," you added as you made yourself known in the doorway.

"To save me from tears!" Kostas shouted back as he used his spatula for a mic. You shimmyed yourself over to him.

"I'll give it to someone special!" You replied back with as you couldn't help but let the laughs fall from your mouth.

"Abit of George Michael," kostas said as he turned the volume down at your presence. You smiled to yourself at how happy and cheery kostas had recently been. With the break of the World Cup, he had found fondness in doing everything he could to bring positivity and perfection back into his life. "How are you?" He asked as he dried his hands off with the teatowel and finished washing up.

"I'm very good! I just finished that meeting online then" you explained with a smile as you picked up your puppy due to her begging attention. "It was so boring," you added with a laugh as you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"I bet it was," kostas agreed as he kissed your forehead and your puppy's small wrinkley fair. Kostas had a suspicious smile plastered on his face as he looked down at you both.

"What?" You asked as you couldn't understand what his suspicions where.

"I have an idea for us," he explains with a smile as he pushes himself onto the kitchen work tops and guides you to stand in between his legs.

"Elaborate, please," you politely instruct as you looked up at his dark brown orbs. Every inch of his face was something so magical and addicting. The way his smile crept on his face and caused his cheekbones to become more prominent was something so secret to you, something so niche and unique.

"I want to make a gingerbread house with you," he answered with a slight giggle as his hands played with your curled hair. Your heart stopped slightly at his words as neither one of you ever excelled in your cookery skills or even creativity.

"Erm, are you sure that's a good idea?" You asked with a smile as he reached over to grab a small box. "Awww, kostas, you bought one," you cooed as you realised what he was holding. Normally, kostas was filled with plenty of strange and random ideas, but this idea was something he truly meant. This is what he wanted.

"Knowledge," kostas said as he pointed to his brain. He was a sarcastic king.

"Strange," you said back to him as you pointed in the very same spot he did. He rolled his eyes at your cheeky joke and jumped off the hard white marble. This wasn't your fortey, but you were sure you could give it a good go. Well, you hoped and prayed. "What do we start with?" You asked as you leaned across the kitchen counter with your cheek pressed against your hand as you waited for Chef Kostas to fix you with orders.

"All we need to do is stick it together and make windows and doors and stuff like that" he dryly explained as he read the box again as carefully as possible as his tongue stuck out slightly in concentration.

"Well, that should be easy, shouldn't it?" You asked with a laugh as he started pulling the contents of the box out.

"I hope," he simply said back with a roll of his Greek accent coming off his tongue. There was something about kostas being so domestic that made you want to kiss him till the end of time. His arms were so prominent in his thin grey jumper, and his hair was so slick that you could see every pattern and structure in his face. He was heaven, he was perfect, he was art. "Oi where supposed to be a team," kostas pointed out as he clicked his fingers in front of your distracted eyes.

"Alright, moody," you snapped back to him as his face turned up into a smile he was reluctant to show. He never wanted you to win in jokes. Everything was about winning to him, but he was so sure that he had already won everything in life. That was you. "I'll hold these two pieces," you mumbled under your breath as you tried to concentrate on the two slabs of gingerbread. Kostas's hands gently went across yours to lightly place the icing between them both. His wedding band was cold against your fingers as you felt every last detail in his hands.

"Done that one," kostas proudly said as he stood back and took a look at his piece. As his words left his mouth, you took it as a free invite to let go. As your hands released the two slabs, they came falling back down onto the white cold marble. "Babe," kostas warned as his eyes went wide. "What did you think was going to happen then?" He sarcastically asked as he shook his head with a laugh.

"I'm sorry" you apologised with a laugh as you kissed his cheek. Your hand swiped the piece of white icing from the ginger bread and wiped it onto the tip of his nose. "Ooops" you dumbly said with no sense for the words you spoke.

"Y/n," kostas warned again with that smirk you became so familiar with. "You little shit," he joked before picking you up and spinning you around the kitchen. You knew it wouldn't end well, but you did also know that it would make some of the best memories. Yours and his laughs filled the large kitchen as well as the dog barks and huge smiles from all.

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Don't Blame Me | John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!OC

Chapter 9: Run

Ao3 | Masterpost

John 'Soap' Mactavish wasn't thrilled to be given an escort mission to bring a young woman halfway across the world to a secret safe house especially when he has to pretend to be her husband. At least she's pretty.

General Tags: Fake Marriage, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Slow Build, Canon-Typical Violence

Words: 2k

CW: Mentions of Domestic Abuse

He taped a piece of tarp to the broken window. He thought about stealing another car and decided against it. He felt bad enough about this one. He couldn’t steal someone’s car just before Christmas. He’d stopped believing in God a long time ago but he knew if he was real that would get him sent to hell for sure. 

It would take almost twenty-four hours to get to British Columbia from here. They decided to stay stateside till Washington. 

They’d get new clothes, toiletries, and anything else before they crossed over. He just wanted to put as much distance between them and Chicago as possible. 

They hadn’t talked much since the restaurant. They’d both dug into each other a bit and it still stung. It wasn’t out of cruelty, just genuine curiosity. Maybe he should have opened up a bit more to her. It’s not like she would know who Hassan was. 

He couldn’t stand the silence in the car and turned on the radio. Most of it was Christmas music. He flipped through till he found one he liked.

“Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away!” He sang along, nudging her with his elbow to get her to join in “This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special. Come on, Nina!”

“I remember this song.” She pushed his arm away but there was a smile tugging at her face. 

“Trust me, by the time we get there you’ll know all the Christmas songs.” He wanted to see her smile fully break through. “You celebrated Christmas when you were younger, right?”

“Younger, keyword.”

“I can fix that. We have to make it up for all that lost time.” 

“We don’t.” She was shaking her head.

“Listen, if we’re gonna be stuck together for it we’re celebrating. Cook up something nice and drink ourselves stupid. Pure blootered.” 

He was running through plans in his head. Most trees would be sold out but he was sure he could find a good bottle of scotch and a couple of steaks to cook. She didn’t seem entirely convinced. 

“It’ll be fun, Neen.” He turned up the music and tugged on her coat sleeve to get her to sway along with him.

The driving was easy. Just long stretches of straight highways cutting through the plains and farmland. Everything was covered in a layer of snow, it made him feel like he was driving through a snow globe. 

“Why did Price call you Soap?” She asked a little after they crossed into North Dakota. They’d broken into a bag of crisps. 

“It’s a nickname. Lots of people get them.” 

“I know what a nickname is. Why is yours Soap?” 

“Can’t tell you.” He said, reaching into her lap to grab a handful. 

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Classified,” He smirked, before eating. 

“You’re so boring sometimes,” She rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Because I won’t tell you classified information?” He chuckled.

“Who am I going to tell? Price? I’m sure he knows already.”

“You could tell your future friends.”

“I’m not going to live that long,” She laughed. 

“Don’t say that, Neen.” He stopped laughing, his mouth forming a thin line. 

“It’s just a joke.” She was getting defensive now. He didn’t want a fight.

“It’s not funny.” His knuckles turned white around the steering wheel. He didn’t know how to tell her that the past twenty-four hours had been his most terrifying. That he kept his hand on her knee to know that she was still alive next to him, afraid her brain would bleed out of her head. That when he woke up and saw his knife missing he wanted to throw up. He’d never failed a mission, come close but always won over in the end. Trying to keep her safe felt like holding water in his hands. “I kill anyone who tries to hurt you.”

“I think I killed the last guy who hurt me, actually,” She smirked.

“Aye, ye did. Absolute weapon you are.” He was smiling again too. “I could have handled it though.”

“He was going to stab you in the face.”

“Would’ve gotten a nice new scar if it wasn’t for ya.” He ran his thumb over the scar on his chin. “I think one by my eye would have looked cool.”

“What happened here?” She asked, dragging a finger over her own chin. “Or is that also classified?”

“Cheeky.” He playfully pushed against her arm, “Just a fight when I was kid.”

“What was the fight about?”

“Couldn’t tell ya. Got punched in the back of the head, fell, and cut my chin open. My mates had to drag me to hospital. My maw was pissed.” He laughed. “So, you got any cool scars?”

“I don’t know if it’s cool but I have this.” She rolled up the edge of her shirt, and on her left side was a divet. A gunshot wound, small probably from long range. It was years old judging from how healed it was. 

“Who fucking shot you?”

“It was a hunting accident.” She said, pulling her shirt back down. “My dad and I were unknowingly going for the same deer. I hit the deer, he hit me.”

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus. How old were you?”

“Fourteen,” She shrugged. “It wasn’t on purpose, I know that. The first and only time I ever saw him cry was when he had to dig it out. It’s not as bad as it sounds.”

“I’ve been shot before it’s pretty fucking bad.” He was always surprised at how casually she could talk about her life. It made him wince hearing her treat getting shot like it was a skinned knee you get from falling off a bike. 

“Maybe you were just a baby about it then,” she giggled. She fucking giggled and that made him grin. 

It was getting dark by the time he decided they needed to make a full stop. He pulled into a larger truck stop. There were a couple fast food restaurants inside as well as a convenience store and gift shop. He slipped her a hundred.

“Get whatever you want. I’ll fill up the car.” He kept his eye on her from outside, using any window to keep track as she walked around filling up a basket. Even over some of the shelves, he could see the top of her head. He only lost sight of her as he put the pump back. 

He grabbed his own basket and immediately went to the fridges, grabbing multiple energy and sports drinks. He would sleep when he got her there. He hadn’t found her again but he could hear the slap of her slippers on the linoleum. He could hear her voice, she sounded irritated. Someone was talking back but he couldn’t make out the words. 

“Don’t touch me!” It was Nina. He dropped the basket, rushing down the main way till he saw her. An older man was hovering over her, a hand still outstretched towards her face. A red hand print blooming on his cheek. He moved faster than he could think. He pushed himself between them, placing an arm across Nina’s chest to move her behind him. 

“This is your wonderful husband, I assume?” He was English; London accent. He was older, in his later forties probably. He wasn’t dressed for the weather, oxfords, black pants, and an older-looking green jacket. 

“Do we have a problem?” John growled. His fingers wrapped around her arm protectively, and her muscles were tense. 

“You’re lovely wife seems a little worse for wear. Doing the civil thing and making sure she’s okay. Isn’t that right, love?” He craned his neck to look at Nina. She was holding onto the back of his coat. Her soft tugs pleading to let them leave. 

“You touch er’?” He couldn’t hide his rage. The man was the same height as him but John was bigger, stronger. ‘Give me a reason, fucker’ he thought. 

“George, we should go. It’s not a big deal.” She hadn’t called him that since New York. He could hear in her voice she was scared, he tightened his grip on her arm reassuringly. 

“I should ask you the same thing. Poor thing’s bruised like an apple.” He knew he didn’t need to defend himself to this stranger but did people think he did that to Nina? It made his stomach flip just at the idea. “Got a bit upset about the world cup, did you?”

“Did you touch my wife?” He barked it like an order. He grabbed the front of the man’s jacket, letting go of Nina. His other hand was clenched tightly. He would have taken all his anger and fear out on this man, beaten him bloody into the floor. He would have if he didn’t feel Nina’s hand wrap around his fist. Her mouth was against his shoulder, he could feel her warm breath on his ear. 

“Let’s just get our stuff and leave.” He let go of the man and let Nina pull him to the front register. He kept his arm around her, anyone who wanted to get close to her would have to go through him. 

“Enjoy your honeymoon, lovebirds,” the man called from across the parking lot as he helped Nina into the car. 

He slammed the door as he got in the car, it took him longer to get it started than usual. Nina was watching the man in the rearview for him. As soon as the engine started he pulled out as fast as he could.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hand on her knee again. She was still looking in the rearview, not listening. He shook her leg a little. “Nina, are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh…yeah… I’m okay. I just…I don’t know.”

“Nina, did he touch you? I need you to tell me what happened.”

“Just my face.” She said, her own hand glossing over her bruised cheeks. “He sounded familiar.”

His stomach dropped.

“What do you mean? Do you know him?”

“I don’t know. I just felt like I’ve heard his voice before.” She was drifting away from him, gazing out the window. He shook her out of her head. 

“What did he say to you?”

“He was asking about my face and what happened and he saw the ring so he was asking if my husband did it. I told him I didn't want to talk and he touched my face and then you were there and you were yelling and I thought you were going to kill him and I didn’t know what to do.” She was blazing through her words, breathing hard. 

“Nina, you’re okay. I’m right here.” He rubbed circles on her knee, wishing he could do more. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, Nina. You’re safe though. He won’t follow us, he won’t find us. If he does, it’ll be the last thing he ever fucking does.”

All his promises were followed with threats. Violence had become his greatest love language. He didn’t know how to show he cared besides that. He’d kill that man for her but he wouldn’t touch her, not more than this. He’d call her his wife but he wouldn’t kiss her. He’d clean her wounds but would fight about sleeping in the same bed. 

Her hand rested on his. It was warm and he could feel every muscle and tendon twitch beneath her skin. The involuntary movements, just her being alive next to him. Her hand fitted perfectly with his and it made him sweat. He thought about the train and how that seemed like half a lifetime ago. The warmth of her fingers against his skin in the dark. 

He flipped his hand over so their palms were against each other. He was slow as he took the band of her hand and pressed his lips against it. He didn’t know how else to tell her he cared. 

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Go home yourself.

But-

No but.

You never let me so the fun at hunting after bed time.

Go before i call your parent to get you back.

Okay okay.

You just outed yourself, idiot.

Dammit.

I don’t know how to say, and i don’t want to think about it.

Then don’t, it’s okay.

Unfortunately I’m not on the phone right now.

Or i’m just annoying you outright.

Leave a voicemail, and I’ll hear them when i’m in the mood.

What do you call two witches sharing a room?

Broom-mates!

Lesbians.

I’m fascinated by how your brain works.

Are you?

I am really amazed at how stupid you are.

Preferentially discharged.

So they discharged first.

Get in! 

In your car?!

Accept the inevitable death in a horrific car accident sooner or later.

Before take off, check the small things are secured.

You should feel safe.

I’m still growing!

Why didn’t you tell me this trouble?

Well you’d be mad and i’ll only get in more trouble.

What did we just see?

No idea and I’m not sure if I wanna find out.

I know you don’t like it but we have to runaway.

Sounds pretty good at this situation actually.

It’s more efficient to think we can’t get out of here without risk than denying the fact that we are very much outnumbered.

So just accept the fate that we are gonna get some beating while getting out here.

It’s a nun on a run!

In the name of the holy spirit, you go, sister!

Amen!

Fro God’s sake. I’m on a case! I’m undercover!

No, you’re not.

WELL I’M NOT NOW!!!

We’re taking off.

Take what off?

Our ship.

You wanna break up?!

Apologies for my thing.

I’m not yours, i don’t belong to anyone! Except my parent.

Listen here you inefficient illogical mortal.

Last Christmas i gave you my heart.

But the very next day ~

YOU THREW IT AGAINST THE WALL LIKE A WET PAPER TOWEL.

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Still Friends | Chapter 17: Specially Gifted

Summary: After a chance encounter at a party, Wanda and Bucky find they have more in common than they realized.

This fic is heavily inspired by 'Friends' by my lovely friend Poppy. She is aware of this fic and I've been given permission for this marvel-version retelling! If you haven't read her dramione fic 'Friends', I HIGHLY suggest it. I fell in love with the story and couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Wanda and Bucky instead of Hermione and Draco? Thus "Still Friends" was born. Enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky X Wanda

Word Count: 33,068

Warning: smut, drug use, depression

A/N: Find the rest of the chapters here; Chapter 1: Greetings | Chapter 2: Unloading | Chapter 3: Cherries | Chapter 4: Worth the Wait | Chapter 5: Books | Chapter 6: Grief | Chapter 7: Unlikely | Chapter 8: Happy Birthday, Solider | Chapter 9: A Christmas Moment | Chapter 10: The Best Holiday | Chapter 11: Permission | Chapter 12: Revitalize | Chapter 13: Backstabber | Chapter 14: Luck of the Dead | Chapter 15: Pain Reliever | Chapter 16: Apologize | Chapter 18: New Day

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April 21st, 2028

He’s already buzzed when he walks into the gym, nearly tripping over his undone laces. Sif is nowhere to be seen, and he huffs.

Good. He didn’t feel like sharing his bottle today.

He drops his bag, turns on the treadmill. His brain tingles with a faint excitement. There’s nothing that makes him this exuberant, this numb. As he begins a light jog, he takes a gulp, the liquor no longer burning as harshly as it did, but the taste is oh so sweet.

The only sound echoing around the gym is the machine, his burps, and the light buzz of a wall tv hooked up in the corner.

Its isolated perfection.

When Sif arrives, he’s nearly passed out on the barbell rack. She laughs, kicks his thigh with the tip of her shoe, takes a drag from his bottle.

“Don’t fuckin’ - fuckin’ gimme,” He slurs, attempting to grab it. She holds it out of reach, takes another swig. “You goddamn bitch.”

“Watch how you speak to your supplier,” she warns, but her eyes are glossy and he knows she doesn’t actually care. “You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me.”

Bucky groans, sits up. His head is pounding, heart lightly stuttering in his chest as he leans against the rack. “You better get your act together, wouldn’t want the security guards seeing you like this.”

“I’m here because of her, not you.” Bucky spits, and Sif frowns. She waves his words off, looking away as she undos her bag. “Don't act like you’re-you’re better than me or somethin.”

Sif clicks her tongue. “Yeah yeah.”

Bucky eyes her as he raises the neck to his lips, dragging his tongue over the opening. Careful, has to ensure non of this liquid gold goes to waste.

They workout in silence, and when Bruce Banner walks on the screen, a recording from last night’s press conference, Bucky doesn’t have any choice but to listen.

“We know SHIELD and SWORD are liable for every damage they’ve caused,” the doctor says, his glasses perched on his nose. “But they’re also responsible for multitudes of goods. Take for instance, our android here.”

Bucky whips his head around to the tv, his full attention suddenly settled on the corner of the room.

Vision is dressed in a fucking vest, his skin now returned to its red and green state. He looks nervous, unsure, but very much alive. He stands next to Bruce, hands clasped in front of him, and when Bruce gestures to the podium, he taps the mike lightly before he speaks.

“Thank you all, for your attendance. It's my understanding that I have caused…a bit of a problem for the population.” He begins, his voice steady and flowing easily. “I hope to right those wrongs. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for my darling wife, who never gave up on me.” He gestures to somewhere off camera, and Bucky feels his throat tighten.

Wanda walks onto the stage, stopping right beside him, a gleaming smile stretched on her face. She’s gorgeous, her hair curled and cheeks pink. Reaching out, she slips her hand into Vision's. He smiles at her, presses his mouth to her temple, then turns his attention back to the crowd.

“It was Wanda's idea, but we hope to begin giving back to a world that has granted us this one gift; each other. In accordance with SWORD and Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, we will be opening an orphanage for the specially gifted.”

Wanda is practically radiating with joy, and Bucky has to tear his eyes away before it maims him. He lifts the bottle to his mouth, takes deep long drags before coughing harshly. Sif laughs, and Bucky thinks he can feel something break inside. Dropping the bottle, he grabs her arm, dragging her to him, his mouth on hers in a harsh kiss.

There’s nothing sweet or good about his movements. They’re a mess of ripped clothing and spit, his teeth sinking into her skin hard enough to draw blood. Sif treats him the same, knows what he wants and is more than willing to give it; she wants the same.

His hips are erratic, his head dizzy as he moves. Sif is gripping his hair tightly, pulling, and he latches to her neck. The tv sound is low, but he picks up words and phrases in-between his grunts and slaps of skin.

So happy,

grateful,

school for the gifted,

our family.

Bucky sobs into Sifs neck, his tears mixing with their sweat, and she hums softly.

“Just pretend,” she mummers, bites his lip and drags it painfully. “That's what I do.”

Dread sets in now, his gut twisting around his muscles and tendons, and he wishes it would stop his heart.

He finishes inside her, pulling out the second he does and drags his clothes back on. Sif stares at him sadly as he moves, leaning against the wall and catching her breath.

“You’re going to have to let her go one day.” Sif murmurs, lifts a bottle to her mouth. “It might kill you if you don’t.”

“Don’t,” he warns, grabbing his bag. He’s still drunk, and his mind isn’t right at all. “Don’t tell me how to get over you. You fucking lost that privilege.”

Sif stays silent, doesn't bother informing him that she isn’t the her he’s referring to. They’re both well aware they’re using one another, they both enjoy the game. Sif wonders if his heart would ever move on. If it would ever stop breaking.

He wished it would.

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[suguruswife]

Slashers reacting to their future S/O trying to cheer them up.

includes: Bo and Vicent Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers and Billy Lenz X GN S/O.

Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism and violence. Nothing explicit. Maybe ooc.

Well, I literally saw Black Christmas two days ago and it was entertaining. I liked Billy and Jess was hot as hellllllll

The best way to get to a man's heart is to cook him something delicious, or so people say.

Anyway I hope you like this :)

Vicent Sinclair.

You haven't heard from Vicent since today's fight he had with Bo.

Clearly it was a very one-sided fight, Vicent would never go against Bo but that didn't mean he didn't get angry.

It had started when Bo had gotten out of control with one of the victims to the point where they were unrecognizable. It was practically impossible to fix them and Vincent was disappointed that yet another victim was wasted in that way.

Thus began Bo's screams, blaming everyone, exclaiming that you were all a bunch of useless and that he was the only one who contributed things to the house.

Once again, the elder twin's fury caused great tension in the house.

So after not having seen Vicent all day, you decided to bring him something to snack and do, maybe that would cheer him up.

"Hey, Vin, can I come in?" you heard a hum of affirmation and walked in, a tray in one hand and a notebook in the other.

Your eyes saw a concentrated and visibly frustrated Vicent, he seemed to be making a small sculpture. Taking a deep breath, you slowly approached him.

"I heard what happened today, Vin. I figured maybe you were a little down so I brought you cookies with some tea." You laughed when you saw how he turned abruptly at the mention of the cookie. "In my family we always ate something sweet when we felt bad or wanted to activate our brain."

You put the plate next to him and saw how his gaze fell on the notebook you were holding.

"Oh, this? I thought we could draw something together to, you know, distract ourselves," You couldn't see his face but you felt the curious look from him, so you continued, "You don't have to force yourself to do anything with me, it just seemed like we could do an entertaining activity just the two of us." The words came out calmer than ever, fearing to provoke him even more.

But it was Vincent, he wouldn't be mad at you even if he wanted to.

Suddenly, you heard the creaking noise of the chair, you saw how the man got up and went to grab another chair. Another chair for you.

"So, can I stay?" The only answer he gave you was a slight nod.

Feeling bold, you rested your hand on his and saw how now his head turned towards you.

"It's okay to feel frustrated when things don't go well. It's not a bad thing to feel angry at yourself or others, that makes you human, Honey. And that's what you are, a human." Giving one last strong squeeze to his hand, you withdrew your hand and began to pull out the colored pencils, without noticing that the man next to you had become too nervous.

Shaking hands from your touch and a heart full of happiness at your beautiful gesture.

He already knew who he'd draw in this activity.

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Bo Sinclair.

Tense atmosphere? You and the occupants of the house knew a lot about it when Bo was angry.

The routine was always the same, the older brother would arrive at noon to have something made by you or Vicent for lunch, and as soon as he finished, he would go back to doing his 'job'. Simple and easy.

Until everything wasn't simple and easy. 

There were times when the victims would put up a rude fight, causing the moody and violent Bo to emerge. Who, in turn, took it out on others.

You heard him enter and just by the speed and noise of his footsteps, you'd deduced that today he came with his underpants crossed. So you decided to do what you thought was the most logical. Cook something for him.

"Hey Bo," you greeted as you watched him stiffen in anger.

"The hell ya wan'," he barked as he tossed his shotgun on the chair.

You sighed at his pitiful state, "I have some food for you, I made it about about twenty minutes ago but it's still edible and hot."

"Just wanna rest my ass on this chair for a bit, I don't need your little shit, got it?"

You slowly retreated from there without making any noise, leaving a frustrated Bo who was kind of glad to drive you away. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone.

The silence of the house did not last that long, it was only present until the noise of your footsteps echoed through the room. Bo sneaked a glance your way, seeing how you were holding an appetizing plate of Omelette. He could also deduce that you did it because it looked just how he likes it.

"Here ya go, brought you an omelette, just how you like it," you said while placing the plate in front of him.

Bo frowned at the food. Enough shit he had today with visitors, if you were trying to tease him...

"Seeing you so down made me kinda sad, eating is gonna be good for you, you know." You smiled mischievously while resting your hands on your hips.

"I told ya i don't wan' your shit, give it to Vincent or throw it away."

"You told me you didn't need my little shit, not that you didn't want it," you paused, analyzing his reaction before continuing, "I think I'm not being clear enough, you have to eat," you insisted, resting your hand on his chair.

"According to whom?"

"Nature, Bo-bo. Your only food today was oxygen and the smell of dirt. Try something healthy, you'll like it." You started marching towards the kitchen again until you heard a strong knock behind you.

"You're so fuckin' weird." Bo's words came not with malice but with confusion. It hurt you to see how he thought he didn't deserve kindness, but you dismissed it and kept listening to him. "You ain't required to do these things, behave normal," he muttered as he cleaned his shotgun with a handkerchief.

You stood still before simply answering what you said before.

"I explained myself a moment ago, it made me kinda sad to see you down, Bo. Now, you have to eat something and calm down, I can do you a favor and prepare your bath too."

The fact that you worried and even made the omelette just the way he likes it… just warmed his heart. It seemed like he was finally going to get some peace and quiet on this day.

"Yeah, maybe that wouldn't be so bad," Bo simply replied without giving you a second glance, and if you had been paying close attention, you would have noticed the slight blush on his ears.

While taking a bite, Bo thought about what he could give you or prepare to thank you for your… decent act. He had seen you look at a cute necklace from one of the victims a few days ago, maybe he could do something about it.

The way you would react already appeared in his mind, causing him to smirk in anticipation. Yeah, it would be a nice thank you gift.

-

Thomas Hewitt.

Thomas hadn't been doing well for the past few days.

Starting with the fact that a victim almost escaped, almost.

Then the poor man had to endure Hoyt's screams, which got worse day by day. From the use of the word retarded to animal.

As a consequence, Thomas stormed off to the basement. He didn't even go out to eat, just to kill.

All of this caused your stomach to churn with guilt, even if you knew Charlie was a bastard, you hoped he didn't mistreat Thomas in this way, since practically thanks to him there was 'food' on the table.

Thomas Hewitt was not a killing machine, and you were willing to prove it to him.

You approached the basement with clean clothes and some food made by you -clearly having normal ingredients- you had decided to make a salad with potatoes for Thomas. It wasn't much but it was the most elegant and healthy thing the Hewitt house had.

You knocked three times on the door and asked, "Hey, Tommy, are you there? I brought you something to eat."

You heard absolutely nothing, not a reply or a wood creak. Your first thought was that that was Thomas's response, his silence said more than a thousand words and even though maybe he wanted to be alone, you couldn't do that to him, it was clear as daylight that he wasn't at his best and was carrying a lot of stress and pressure.

So almost hesitating, you started to open the basement door slowly. The worst you could see would be a mangled corpse but it's not like you haven't seen one before, after all, the main menu was human meat.

"Thomas, are you there?" your voice echoed all over the place, due to the low light you could hardly see anything, so all you had to do was call the big man.

A heavy noise ahead caught your attention and you began to hear footsteps heading quickly towards you. Fear and terror filled your body and you couldn't help but let out a yell, thinking it was someone else.

After seeing Thomas in all his glory, with a bit of blood here and there, you calmed down and walked over to where he was to pat him on the arm.

"Oh god, you almost scared me to death." You let out a laugh at his confused face, he seemed taken aback with the whole act from before.

"Sorry for the intrusion, I wanted to know how you were doing after these... intense days. I know things can get a little heavier with the hot weather and stuff, but I want to tell you that you're not alone, okay?" You smiled as you gave him a little squeeze on his shoulder, you weren't sure if he felt it or not but you just wanted to convey your support.

After seeing a nod from him, you decided to continue, "You... You are nothing of what he said, you know that right? You aren't an animal or an idiot, I see you as a person, as a man." You could see how he shuddered at your touch, his reaction made you feel a bit sorry for him, you had heard from Luda Mae about what Thomas had been through and it certainly wasn't a good thing.

As you looked him straight in the eye, you didn't notice how his hand slowly went up to caress your cheek. You accidentally stepped back and regretted your careless movement which consequently caused the salad in your hand to fall.

"Oh," you said slowly as you and Thomas lowered your gazes to the ground and then up to look at each other.

You let out a chuckle at the situation, and you were absolutely sure that the man in front of you did the same.

"You should laugh more, that's good for us." You smiled at him one last time before going upstairs.

"Ah, I'll be back quick to clean up this mess and make you another salad. Good luck in the meantime."

And so you left, leaving behind a man grateful for your nice words, he certainly felt better now. Though now also felt something in his stomach, dismissing it as hunger, he decided to go back to his work.

-

Michael Myers.

Impossible to detect when The Shape was angry. At least his anger was not physically noticeable.

He still doesn't have enough confidence in you to show the man under the mask, which kind of frustrated you because that meant you couldn't analyze his expressions (if he had them).

So you got a big surprise when you returned home and the first thing you saw was blood stains. Bloody footprints, to be more specific.

Michael had started to be very clean about his 'activities' since you asked begged him to stop bringing dead things home. So the fact that there was a disaster in the house alarmed you, the worst went through your head and you searched all the places until you reached your room.

There was the man, lying on your bed, with a visible wound on his shoulder. You didn't even bother to tell him anything, you went straight to get the first aid kit.

After grabbing everything you needed to heal a wound, you went back to your room to help Michael.

"Mikey, I'm here now, I came to help you," you mumbled quietly so as not to scare him -it's not like you could either- you saw how he turned his head towards your direction, waiting to see your next move.

you put the materials on the floor next to your bed and directed your hand to his shoulder to check how bad the wound was, just for his hand to hold you tight. So tight and strong that even a groan of pain escaped from you.

"What's wrong with you? You usually let me take care of this. You know it'll get worse, Michael."

Ignoring your pleas for him to stay and let you attend to him, he left. You knew something was wrong as soon as you heard a door slam. To say that Michael was angry was an understatement, he was furious and you weren't sure you wanted to know the reason behind it.

It had been many days before you heard from Michael again, when he came back he was the same as before but visibly calmer. You didn't want to challenge the killer but it certainly bothered you that he used your house as a hotel.

"Coming back so fast? Did you realize that you had a deep wound on your shoulder and decided that now I can take care of it?" Knowing that he was not going to answer you, you got down to work and brought the materials along with something to snack on.

Settling down next to him, you began to grasp the bandages, without taking your eyes off your task. Although the gaze of the man next to you was heavy, you no longer felt insecure, on the contrary, you felt more comfortable with him than with any other man you've ever met.

"Mikey, I have no idea what happened to you that you behaved so weird but I want you to know that you don't bother me, not anymore. If it was for a victim, I bet they got what they deserved and you don't have to keep worrying about them." You kept doing his bandage while you wiped the dried blood off him, silently admiring the new part of his body you were seeing.

"There you go, you look like new." Getting up from your awkward position, you turned your gaze towards Michael and decided to ask him, "Do you want something for dinner?"

He surprised you when he shook his head indicating that he didn't want to. Has he eaten something strange? Oh for god's sake, the smell he must have.

and then, a lamp was lit in your head, Michael must associate dinner with real and healthy food. Maybe...

"How about... eating cookies and cake with milk?"

You saw how he got up from the couch while nodding. Perhaps the best thing wasn't to pamper this man but it was that or possibly get stabbed.

You just laughed before speaking, "Michael, you're gonna be the death of me." You kept laughing until you saw his head lean left, almost curious. You froze.

"No, Michael. It was just an expression. If I die, no one will be able to make you cookies with just the right amount of sugar." You smiled to yourself as you headed into the kitchen.

"Come on, we have a lot to eat."

Michael wanted to keep you, he really did, and he would make sure to have you all to himself anyway.

In the meantime, he may take a break from his work and sit down to eat delicious things with a cute person.

-

Billy Lenz.

Billy and his mood were always unpredictable.

There were times when he was a cuddly bear and other times when he was a dirty bastard. No offense but that's what he just was.

You've heard him yell a lot of things, obscenities to be clear. But you've never seen him genuinely angry.

That was until now. Now you're watching him throw everything in his path into the attic, from the ugly old dolls to the rocking chair.

You weren't going to lie, that gave you a chill, you didn't know what Billy was capable of and he seemed to be quite impulsive.

So you remembered what you once saw in a movie, one thing about cooking a man something and it'll make him happy. So, should you follow that advice?

"Oh shit, this recipe is so difficult. We are talking about cookies, how difficult could it be?" you cursed the cookbook you had in your hands, at this point it would be better to give up and buy the sweets. Saving yourself two hours of stress at least.

You heard a noise behind you that made you jump instead, you would never finish getting used to the sensitive wood of the house.

"Billy! What are you doing here?" you asked looking at the man in front of you, this time it wasn't the overwhelming darkness of the attic, so you could see him clearly.

"Cookies for Billy?" You saw how he was pointing and staring at the bowl behind you with hungry eyes. Big fan of sweet things.

"Yes, I'm making them for— BILLY NO," you exclaimed in horror as you watched him eat the raw dough. He simply dipped his finger in and brought it to his mouth.

"Billy, they are not finished yet, you have to wait." You slowly approached him and patted his shoulder. "I'm making them for you, I saw you quite angry today and wanted to cheer you up."

He hummed slowly as he turned to you. Looking at you with an indecipherable gaze.

"Billy likes sweet things but he would prefer something sweeter," he said with a look that you knew very well. That was probably the look he had when he called home and blurted out over the phone.

You let out a little laugh and replied, "If you are good and wait for the cookies, I may give something else to you." The words seemed to finally cheer the man up, you hoped he didn't take the promise too seriously.

With a nod, he went to sit next to you, carefully watching your every move around the kitchen.

Surely he took the promise seriously but didn't keep it. As soon as the baked goods came out, he was already eating like five. You had to chase him a couple of times and he kept ignoring the fact that he was burning from the cookies.

With tears in his eyes, Billy walked over to you and hugged you, swinging you from side to side. Almost like a dance between two lovers.

"Beautiful, beautiful partner," he mumbled over and over again, causing you to blush at his compliment.

You returned his hug and whispered, "You're beautiful too, Billy."

The man could feel happiness radiating from himself, and he didn't know if what he felt in his stomach were butterflies or the hot cookies that were possibly melting his organs, but it didn't matter because you looked beautiful in his eyes anyway and he wouldn't trade this moment for anything. He wouldn't think of letting go of you until you ask him nicely.

Good luck, you'll have to bribe him with more of your baked goods.

#michael myers x reader #billy lenz x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #michael myers #bo sinclair #thomas hewitt #billy lenz #michael myers x you #bo sinclair x you #thomas hewitt x you #billy lenz x you #slasher community #slasher fic #black christmas #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you

[bukojuiice]

— genshin boys as your late night study buddy

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao and albedo x gn! reader

ೃ 200-299 words per character!  (they are your bfs in this! bc MAN do i desperately want one of the genshin boys to cram school works with and shower me with luv and affection.) ♡

ೃ tags: college au, modern au, and lots of fluff. 

ೃ thank you so so much for 1k notes on my very first batch of genshin hcs! i appreciate all the luv it received and i can never thank all of you enough 🥺 i’ll be making a genshin masterlist soon to compile all of my current and future works so pls stay tuned for that!

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ZHONGLI:

– Zhongli would be a very chill study partner. He will always keep his cool and focus, never letting his attention stray away from less trivial things. If he can focus, he’ll focus. There’s always this sense of comfort surrounding him that brightens up your mood and productivity. The both of you are sat in this long table, papers, books, and cute matching pencils are sprawled about. You lean your head on his shoulder, as he serenades you with his deep and butter voice, explaining all the formulas to you. Being able to study in peace and quiet with him is always a blissful experience. He never fails to brew you green tea (as it helps the brain function) even if that meant going down to the kitchen at 2 in the morning. He always brings a small humidifier and some essential oils with him that can help brighten up the study mood and that emits a wafting vanilla pinecone scent to keep you happy. (He’s just fancy like that.) When he doesn’t understand the concepts right away, he’d turn to you, his sharp amber eyes gazing at yours with nothing but innocent and love, and asks: “(Y/N)... what reference is this supposed to be? pepe the frog? kermit the frog? here come dat boi? aren’t they all just amphibians? what are the differences between them? I am very intrigued.”

CHILDE:

  – Childe loves a challenge. An academic challenge. He loves the thrill of finishing school works the night before the deadline, he loves studying for a pop quiz twenty minutes before the bell rings, and most importantly, he loves to pretend he doesn’t know how to solve point a to point b if that means getting to spend time with you as you tutor him on how to do so. He’s at the top of the class, He’s popular and friendly, He’s the captain of the Archery Team, and one of the vice council members of the Fatui Club. But, no other title will ever come close to being your study buddy. You and Childe always chill on the bed whenever you study. Especially when the both of you have the sudden urge to just laze around. Well, it is the wee hours of the night, so just lounging around and trying to resist the urge of sleep is pretty understandable. Sometimes, the two of you would take power naps in between study sessions. This meant cuddle times! Childe will always cuddle with you, (he’s the big spoon and you are the smol spoon) and often times you would be immersed into your textbook while he’s scrolling through his phone and looking for some of the current and popular memes. He’d poke you on the cheek and show you what he’s found. It was quite annoying sometimes and you would reprimand him for it, but it never fails to make you laugh. You jokingly suggested one time that the two of you sneak in the library after closing hours, and your chaotic boyfriend turns to you with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s do it baby. I know the law.”

DILUC:

–You and Diluc are the cutest pair of night owls. So, studying late at night is never a problem with him because with the help of each other, the both of you are unstoppable. An actual power couple. Batman and his love interest who? I only know (Y/N) and Diluc. Mondstadt University should be giving you the title of #NoSleepGang for the “Campus Cuties” awards because the two of you are able to ace every test still despite lack of sleep.  You and Diluc are very very organized. The both of you own matching couple planners (that the both of you had gifted to each for Christmas) and have your entire study schedule planned out already. Since the two of you prefer to study at night, your dates are usually done during the day. Which meant never having to worry about the upcoming finals whilst you’re at a cute little café with him. The both of you have respective desks whenever you study together, but you never fail to gaze at your crimson-haired boyfriend with the cutest pout and biggest puppy eyes. He always gives in and next thing you know, your swivel chairs are practically glued next to each other and the both of you are cuddling in your seats. One thing that Diluc never fails to do is pamper you with comfort food or little gifts that you love after a long and tiring week of hell (aka exams) It’s such a sweet gesture and the blissful relationship that you have can’t get any better than this.

“I got you some boba and that necklace from Pandora that you’ve always wanted. I-I’m so proud of you (Y/N). You did great, my love.”

KAEYA:

- You are the Lawful Good to Kaeya’s Chaotic Evil. Kaeya is always tempted to ask for answers from your professors. He’s quite the teacher’s pet, but with good intentions. That’s just how he rolls. Every time he jokes about going to the faculty to help out and the answer sheets are just out in the open, waiting to be snatched, you always glare at at him and punch him softly on the arm, every time he tries to bring up the idea. To which he would always reply with, “I’m kidding. Just kidding my love.” You and Kaeya have amazing study hacks. He is always able to find a movie that is somewhat related to the topics that the both of you are currently studying about. For example, when the topic was an introduction to different branches of science, Kaeya chose Big Hero 6  as the “Educational Movie Of the Day.” He is always able to find something fun and informative for the both of you to watch. Well, Kaeya does find fun and interest in everything. Another effective strategy that both of you do is every time you or him get an answer right, you reward each other with either a kiss on the cheek or a bear hug. Both of these affectionate gestures give you butterflies in your stomach anyway, so it doesn’t matter which is which. With the ideas that Kaeya constantly makes up every single day of your study sessions, there’s a high chance that you’ll never fluke a test ever again.

“Oh. That’s pretty cool of you (Y/N). You got 30 correct answers! If we count everything, so I basically gave you 15 forehead kisses and 15 bear hugs. Congrats! I know we’re going to ace our finals!”

XIAO:

– Xiao is extremely intelligent and talented in a myriad of things. However, he lacks self-confidence. You’ve sworn to your boyfriend that you’d help him gain confidence in his academic abilities. Which is why you became study buddies in the first place. It served as dates with him too! Although he stubbornly refused at first, his reasons being that he can do things by himself and he doesn’t need any help. You continued to encourage him that this was going to help the both of you and it was a way for the two of you to bond, and Xiao hesistantly agreed right after. As the captain of the soccer team, “The Liyue Adepti”, The only free time that Xiao has was during the evening which is the reason for your scheduled late night studies with him. This brought so much more intimate and sweet moments with him though! It meant sleepovers with him, midnight snack runs, and casual early morning strolls in the park. It became sort of a routine. Your hand interlaced with his, the crisp morning air, the little chirpings birds, and the tranquil swaying of the trees brought so much comfort to the both of you. Xiao would be the type of student to not speak up unless he’s called. Even if he knows the answer. The both of you sit on some floor pillows whenever you would study. So, whilst you read aloud, Xiao always hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t deserve the patience and love you give me, (Y/N). I am eternally grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you know, that I’ll always be here for you.”

ALBEDO:

- Being the university’s library assistant has it’s perks. Access to infinite knowledge, quiet solitude within the library walls, and being able to hang out with your boyfriend. It was truly a perfect deal. After classes, Albedo would be heading straight over to the library to do his work. You’d meet him there and wait until he gets his work done, and then the two of you head home together or have dinner. Albedo likes to plan things in advance. He’s quite busy, being a part of university’s alchemist group and as a library assistant, but, he will always study with you. He even brings Klee with him at times too! She’s always an energetic and cute addition, + she tattles on and on about how in love Albedo is with you and how he would never shut up about you at home. Albedo puts a lot of effort into creating review materials for the both of you. He makes very intricate drawings of modules, dioramas of certain science models, and has all the formulas memorized for him to list down. He’s a genius after all, and although you’ve constantly told him time and time again that he doesn’t have to make a review paper specifically catered to you, he still insists. He always gifts you one whenever it’s exam week (he adds extra detail to them during your finals) The cutest thing about these papers are scribbled about in all of the pages. The cutest doodles of the two of you with hearts and flowers drawn all over. Albedo + (Y/N) is even written in the last page, along with a heartfelt message: 

“I put all my faith and belief in you, (Y/N). I know you can do this. I’m proud of everything you’ve reached so far, my beloved. and I know you’ll reach greater heights. Let’s continue to excel and thrive together. I can’t wait to spend the rest of this journey with you.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #albedo x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact x y/n #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact imagines #diluc #kaeya #xiao #childe #albedo #zhongli #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #albedo headcanons #diluc headcanons #kaeya headcanons #childe headcanons #zhongli headcanons #xiao headcanons

[the-chicken-or-the-banana]

andreil and goodbye kisses (pt. 8) ft. wymack (+ a bonus)

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 || i'm actually feeling kinda sad that this is the last part but also my brain can't come up with more ideas lmao

wymack stands by the fact that he doesn't get paid enough to deal with andrew and neil's shit (both as separate idiots and together)

but he does care for all his foxes, despite all the... difficulties that surround them

and honestly? one of the biggest struggles he faces is how absolutely thick-headed and oblivious the foxes can be regarding andrew and neil's relationship

truly, the heart-eyes neil constantly gave andrew were so obvious, he's not sure how everyone missed them before

but because he's so observant, he doesn't fail to notice how the older foxes keep giving strange looks to neil whenever he leaves andrew's side now

wymack doesn't get in the way of his foxes' personal lives. but if they start causing disturbances on the court, it's his job as coach to get to the bottom of these issues

(okay, maybe he and dan catch up on the so-called "drama" in the team every few weeks but it's for completely exy-related business. ahem. of course)

one day, wymack corners neil and lets him know that he and dan were to meet in his office after practice to talk through some logistics for the winter banquet

neil agrees, and practice goes smoothly (or, as smoothly as it can go with the foxes)

but after practice is... interesting

wymack swears he had no ulterior motives planned with the meeting; it really was supposed to be a genuine discussion

but the outcome of it was certainly unexpected

he and dan both know to wait for neil, that he doesn't like changing in front of anyone

so they wait. and wait. and wait.

it gets to the point where it's nearly 45 minutes after practice and surely neil should be done at this point, no?

wymack gets up, fully prepared to break down the door to make sure neil is okay when suddenly it slams open

neil tumbles out hand-in-hand with andrew, with matching flushed faces and ruffled hair

wymack sighs

dan outright snorts, and neil's head jerks up and his eyes widen when he notices dan and wymack

but before he can say anything, dan stands up and grins at andrew

"fucking neil again, huh?"

neil chokes on a cough and wymack turns to dan with a groan when he notices the mischievous glint in her eye, almost like that was an... inside joke?

with minyard?

wymack is very confused

andrew just scowls at dan. "i will knife you and make it look like an accident"

neil is still recovering from his coughing bout, so wymack turns back to the stabby midget ready to reprimand him

"i'm not scared of you anymore, remember andrew?" dan's eyes are still bright as she tries not to laugh

"shut up, both of you" wymack interrupts their weird jokes conversation whatever gruffly. "neil, do you remember why we're here?"

"huh? OH. oh shit. drew, i'm supposed to be talking with them about some winter banquet stuff"

andrew considers this. "how long?" wymack tells him about an hour, and andrew nods and turns to neil. "i'll stay"

neil just rolls his eyes. "you have a paper due tomorrow that you haven't even started yet. go do that, i'll be fine"

wymack sighs. he's been doing a lot of that lately. "minyard, go finish your homework or i swear to god, i'll make you run three marathons next week"

andrew glares but mutters out a "fine." he goes to leave but neil tugs him back by the wrist

neil then proceeds to kiss andrew on the nose and gives him the most bashful smile wymack has ever seen on the kid's face

neil's happy. it's a christmas miracle! and it's not even christmas yet!

and that kiss... really, it was the last thing he expected out of neil and andrew but he's happy at how comfortable they've grown around each other

and okay, it was a little adorable

(not that he'd ever say that to their faces, of course)

andrew ends up stumbling out of the court with the reddest face wymack's seen as neil turns back to him and dan

"right" he says sheepishly. "banquet?"

BONUS:

abby doesn't believe it when david tells her about the nose kiss

she knows that neil has a heart of gold, she knows that andrew has so much capacity to feel

but a nose kiss? she doesn't think andrew would agree to that

so when her older foxes come over one night after a tiring, but successful, game, she decides she needs to see this for herself

after a hearty dinner, all the kids are sitting in the living room, with andrew and neil talking quietly in the back corner of the room.

perfect.

"neil!" abby calls, and everyone in the room quiets to look at her. "sweetheart, could you help me bring out the dessert?"

nicky immediately jumps up from beside her, saying how he could help if she needed it

"no no, it's alright, i was hoping to talk to neil, if that's okay? it might take a little while"

neil looks extremely worried at this and abby almost feels guilty.

almost

he glances at andrew and then he leans down so quickly that abby nearly misses it

neil kisses andrew on the nose.

abby barely notices andrew's bright blush, nor does she register neil moving towards her

she just feels so proud of her foxes for coming so far in a world that keeps trying to beat them down

it's a sentimental moment, which is completely ruined by kevin's woop and nicky's yell of glee

"YES BITCH THEY DID IT THEY DID THE KISS GIVE ME YOUR MONEY ALLISON"

"fuck you hemmick. fuck you"

neil looks at them wildly. "you guys were betting on us? i didn't think you would..."

matt sighs and slings an arm around his friend. "oh neil, do you still really think that low of us? we bet on everything"

JSKHKKSJ OK IT'S FINALLY DONE i already miss this series but it has been a fun time :) my asks are always open if y'all have anything specific you want me to write !

#wymack is my dad #abby is my mom #neil is my son #there we go #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #aftg #all for the game #aftg headcanon #aftg hc #tfc #the foxhole court #david wymack #abby winfield #dan wilds #matt boyd #allison reynolds #kevin day #nicky hemmick #palmetto state foxes #palmetto state university #andreil headcanon #andreil hc #tkm #the king's men #andreil bullet fic

[sserpente]

A/N: Requests from three anons. Naughty, naughtier, naughtiest. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2426 Warnings: shameless Christmas smut

Additional NSFW warnings: dom!Loki, usage of anal sex toy, orgasm control, forced orgasm(s)

-

Feeling all warm and fuzzy, you snuggled in closer to your mischievous boyfriend. After three weeks of persistent persuasion, you had finally talked Loki into watching Christmas movies with you and to be quite frank, you were convinced he secretly enjoyed them.

A comedy was on tonight, of a young couple suffering from the usual pre-Christmas stress including eccentric in-laws and turkeys burnt to a cinder. You had been giggling throughout, knowing very well it was a rather accurate representation of how chaotic Christmas could be. In fact, you could hardly wait for this year, given it would be Loki’s and your first time celebrating it together as a couple.

“I recall you telling me that those sex scenes in films are staged unless you watch a… what was it?”

“Porn movie?”

“Yes. I must admit, she is terrible at staging it.” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“She is doing it on purpose. She is faking her orgasm.” You explained, staring at the screen. The male protagonist was wearing a Santa hat and a fake white beard—nothing else. He had surprised his girlfriend who had just gotten home from a long and exhausting day at work and even though she appreciated it, she was just too tired for sex.

“Why in the nine would she do that? That is rather pathetic for the male part.”

You blushed. You too had faked your orgasms sometimes when you were in bed with Loki.

“Um… well… she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. You know women take longer to get there and sometimes… they’re just too tired or not in the right mind set.” You yawned. “Much like today.” You added.

Loki paused the movie with but a wave of his hand and turned to face, looking you dead in the eye. “Are you implying something?” Oh, shit… you had a feeling this would bruise his godly ego.

“I… I-I only did it a few times. Once or twice. Okay, maybe a little bit more often than that. B-but that doesn’t mean I don’t ever—“

“You are what?” He bellowed. There we go.

“Loki! Listen to me, you are the most mind-blowing lover I’ve ever had. It’s like I just said, sometimes I’m too tired or have so much going on at work that I can’t let go… it’s got nothing to do with you!” You insisted.

“That is unacceptable.” He said after an uncomfortable break.

“W-what does that mean?”

Loki gave you a meaningful look. His tone was downright spiteful when he spoke again. “Let’s just finish the movie, shall we?”

You were a little surprised he let you cuddle with him again but you couldn’t focus on the film anymore anyway.

“Are you… mad at me?” You chirped after a while, your cheek against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.

“No. I am not.” You were not convinced. He was up to something.

-

The next morning started all but merry. You woke Loki with a few wet kisses, quietly singing O Christmas Tree to elicit a response.

Loki groaned, a smile playing on his lips. He didn’t need a lot of sleep but he truly didn’t like being woken up by anyone but his own body when it deemed him rested enough.

You giggled, his raven hair tickling your skin. You barely made it out of bed to open the very last door of your advent calendar and then moved to get dressed. As usual, Loki was a lot faster, simply magicking clothes onto his body without so much as blinking.

You were late. The Avengers were probably already waiting for you in the living room where Tony had put up a massive Christmas tree. And massive it was—it stood almost twenty feet high, about six metres, as far as you were concerned, and the billionaire had had to use his suit to hang up all the baubles and ornaments as well as the shining star on top. And before you had gone to sleep last night, you had sneaked your presents for everyone under the tree.

You bit your lower lip, hoping that Loki wasn’t still taken aback by your involuntary confession last night. You had meant what you had said. He was an amazing lover but sometimes… you just weren’t feeling it but still didn’t want to disappoint him or let him down. A sigh escaped your lips.

“Come on, Trickster, let’s see what Santa brought.”

“Hold up.” Loki said. “Turn around for me.”

You raised your eyebrows, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. So you did as you were told and gasped when he forced you to bend over so your upper body came to rest on the bed again, your backside in plain view for him to admire.

“Hey! Loki!” You giggled during your weak protest, then bit your lower lip. Did he want to… now? Hmm… Christmas morning sex. Your heartbeat sped up as you wiggled your behind a bit, arousal already pooling between your legs.

You heard him chuckle behind you but instead of his hard cock at your wet entrance, you suddenly felt something hard and cold press against your back entrance.

“L-Loki…” You had tried toys of the like before, especially right before sex and you had enjoyed it very much but now was definitely not the time. You were about to head downstairs to the Christmas tree, exchanging presents and having a hearty breakfast with the Avengers, there was no way you were going to…

You gasped when he slid the clearly lubed plug into your rear, and it went in with little resistance. Loki knew your body so well it almost scared you. That, and you were already soaking wet and responsive to your butthole being pampered in such a way.

“Hmm… are we enjoying ourselves?” Loki mused, smirking as he led you over to the mirror to let you admire his work. The plug was a little bigger than what you were using for sex but still oddly comfortable to wear. What stood out the most to you, however, was the fact it was golden, with a green jewel attached to it and decorating your buttocks. “You are positively dripping, my dear.”

You bit your lower lip once more, mouth all of a sudden completely dry.

“It looks hot and beautiful at the same time.” You admitted, meeting his blue eyes in the mirror.

“Consider it a Christmas gift.” He said with a wink. Your eyes widened when he slid your comfy trousers back on and turned to leave the room.

“Hang on there. What are you doing?”

Loki tilted his head, playing innocent. “I am meeting my brother and his silly friends for Christmas.”

“W-what… oh my goodness. This is about last night, isn’t it? You want revenge, is that right?”

Loki smirked. “I have no idea what you are talking about, my love. Now… let us head downstairs, shall we?” You only glared at him in response, tensing up when his hand wrapped around your arm and stopped you in the threshold. “You will regret it dearly if you secretly try to take this out before I allow you to do so.” He hissed into your ear. Your walls clenched. This was certainly going to be your most interesting Christmas yet.

-

You had been right indeed. Crouching down to get the presents out from under the tree proved extremely difficult wearing a butt plug—at least, it proved extremely difficult to not moan in front of everyone.

Loki’s smirk never faltered, not even when he received your present and thanked you with a passionate kiss right in front of the Avengers. If only they knew… you had no idea what else Loki had in store for you once the two of you were alone again.

Christmas dinner posed as equally difficult. Sitting calmly at the table, enjoying the delicious turkey and treats and conversing without wiggling around like a child was nearly impossible. For the first time ever, you were glad when the festivities were over and you could finally retreat to bed, hoping that Loki would fuck your brains out before you fell asleep tonight.

You stood in front of him, arms akimbo when his clothes melted off of his body and he threw back the covers of the bed to get comfortable when you returned from the bathroom.

“Are you serious? Loki!”

“Oh dear… I almost forgot.” He lied, once again smirking like a cat that got the cream. “Lie down, little minx. Tell me, are you aching?” He teased, chuckling darkly.

“No!” You spat sarcastically, unable to hide your amusement. “I have been horny all day, you tease!”

“Have you now?” He was grinning now. Your heart skipped a beat when he snapped his fingers and then pointed at the bed for you to lie down. At this point, you did not even want to pretend to resist and be bratty for a bit.

Eager for your release (and knowing fully well this was his vengeance) you climbed on the mattress and gaped up at him with anticipation. But Loki took his time. Slowly and while eyeing you like a wild predator he joined in bed, tugging at your clothes in the process.

“Take them off.” He growled. You were panting when you did as you were told, all until you were completely naked except for the butt plug still snugly inside of your rear. A squeal escaped your lips when he lunged at you with a start, grabbing your hips and pulling you into a lying position. His scrutinising and downright lustful gaze never left yours as he sneaked his hand between your legs, right where you wanted him the most and dipped a finger in your folds.

“My… you are gushing.” You bucked your hips up against him, too impatient to listen to him talk dirty like that but his hand was already travelling upwards again, fingertips ghosting over your skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. You gasped when he circled your left breast and played with your already hardening nipple until you were whimpering for him.

“Loki, please…” You begged, biting your lower lip to appear innocent. The God of Mischief chuckled.

“So desperate?” He uttered, fingers returning to your cunt. You shivered when his thumb ghosted over your clit, giving it a gentle stroke. You had been on edge all day it would not at all take you long to finally be granted your long-awaited relief, even less so when Loki buried two of his long fingers inside you without any forewarning, curling them to massage your g-spot and circling your impatient clit with his thumb. His fingers were magic. No, he was magic. If only the world knew what a skilled lover Loki was they would change their mind about him being a megalomaniac villain and shower him with affection and fanmerch instead.

Moaning, you threw your head back, meeting the thrusts of his digits by bucking your hips hungrily. Loki could tell you were close already. You were tightening around his fingers, your breathing so fast he feared you might lose consciousness.

A satisfied growl escaped his lips when you came, milking his fingers as endless waves of pleasure rolled over your body, making you moan his name. Only Loki did not stop once all the bliss slowly started to fade away, your clit complaining about the ongoing stimulation.

“Again. Now.” Loki growled.

“W-what?”

“I want another. How can I be sure you truly came, after all?” He mused. You groaned. So it was revenge after all. He knew exactly you had come.

“I d-did… w-what… I can’t… Loki… oh, fuck…” He knew you could. He knew your body could. Still fingering you relentlessly, he tossed you straight into another hot orgasm as his thumb returned to your clit. Your back arched, fingers digging into the bed sheets as you clenched rhythmically around his long digits. Heavens, it felt even more intense with the butt plug still snugly inside of you.

“L-Loki… stop… s-stop, please…” You breathed, unable to form a proper sentence.

“Oh no, my dear… you can give me one more. Just so I can be completely sure.” He replied hoarsely, knowing that you could take it and would react differently if you truly had enough. It was the mix of pleasure and your strong feelings for him that made your mind turn like a spinning wheel, unable to stop or escape the tornado of emotions and relentless bliss. So he kept going, tormenting your already overstimulated bundle of nerves until your toes curled.

“Don’t you ever dare fake an orgasm with me again.” He growled into your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin. Pleasant shivers ran up and down your spine, yet you were unable to answer him. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and dug your nails into his back, pulling his upper body closer to yours to urge him on, his name leaving your lips like a prayer as he brought you to a third orgasm making you see stars.

Panting, it took you quite a while to come down from your high again as Loki helped you ride out your climax before finally removing his now slick fingers and licking them clean with relish. When he made no move to position himself between your legs and get some relief himself, you let your head fall back into the soft pillows, making Loki chuckle.

“No falling asleep just yet, my love. Let me remove the jewel from that lovely behind of yours first.” Your eyes fell shut nonetheless, an acknowledging sound the only form of communication you could still muster as you let Loki gently take out the plug. You would have drifted off to sleep there and then, without a blanket, if Loki didn’t scoop you up like a cherished bride and wrapped you under the covers before cradling you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Loki.” You muttered, eyes still shut tiredly.

“Whatever for?”

“I never meant to offend you when I faked, I just wanted you to have your fun even when I wasn’t in the mood.”

“I know. Don’t lie to me again. Ever. There is no point for me to take pleasure from you if I am unable to return the favour.”

You smiled. You really had the most amazing boyfriend in the world. Well… which was probably because he was in fact, not from this world. No Christmas present could ever compete.

-

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[buckystarlight]

A Blessing, Beautiful And True

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: use of she/her pronouns; swearing if you squint; mentions of death; mentions of food

a/n: this is a rewrite of one of my old fics that i absolutely hated with my entire being. i hate this a little bit less djaksjsjs also pls ignore how i literally cannot write a good ending to save my life.

dedicated to @xsamsharons for lending me her name. i hope i did it justice mi amor ily <3

Bucky learnt to value things.

Not the great, terribly material things people around him seemed to rush after. Not money, not even when he was barely getting by.

No, for Bucky, it was the small, seemingly insignificant things.

The tiny toy WWII soldier figurine he found at a yard sale one Tuesday afternoon, the one with the missing arm. The near-exact model of the car his father used to drive—rusted around the tiny steel axel, the rubber wheels worn from use. That yellow screwdriver set that sat at the very back of the tool cabinet in the garage, unusable because of the cracked plastic handles and rusted steel, that looked exactly like the kit he had once used to fix up the plumbing in his first apartment.

Bucky was used to valuing the broken little things.

He never truly understood what loving something whole, something complete felt like—not until he met you.

You, in your white sweater and blue jeans, hair tossed up in a braid. You, your eyes that dancing with unbroken light, like the rays of the sun on the ocean on a bright summer’s day. You, with the sort of kindness he never truly thought he would ever be worthy of, not until you showed him that he was.

You, the girl he fell in love with before he could ever truly know what love was.

Steve might’ve been the first to notice. He was with him that day, the day he first saw you. They had been hunting for a Christmas present for Tony, and even though Bucky wasn’t exactly thrilled to have to attend, he wasn’t about to show up empty handed.  

Steve didn’t even realize that the sly-footed assassin wasn’t by his side until he had walked the two blocks from the mall to his car. Hands ghosting over the gun tucked into the holster hooked into his waistband, Steve retraced his steps, his heart thundering in his throat.

Until he heard Bucky’s laugh.

Not the obviously fake chuckles he used to placate those around him. No, this was the laugh he remembered, the laugh he thought Bucky had lost.

This was Bucky’s laugh—his Bucky’s laugh, before the world stole him away. Pure and innocent.

Happy—so undeniably, inexplicably happy.

The tension eased from his shoulders when he saw you. Steve knew who you were, of course. Everyone did—or at least, everyone who had been around after the Battle of New York. Everyone who had seen you walk among the rubble, bleeding through your jeans, helping dig survivors out of the rubble, guiding them to shelters. Everyone who had seen you do everything you could help those who needed it more than you did, until your legs finally gave way and the only reason you didn’t collapse to the floor was because Steve caught you.

But Steve also happened to know why you’d done it. Because you were kind. Because you were selfless. Because you knew what it was like to lose everyone you loved, and to garner the strength to build yourself up anyway.

You’d lost people too—everyone you loved, killed during the Battle. Your family. Your friends. It might’ve seemed cruel to be spared. Might’ve seemed like a cold, dark twist of fate—and for a time, it did.

Steve had never known anyone to be resilient the way you were.

And maybe, just maybe, he thought to himself, as he watched his friend from through the glass, maybe you would teach him to hold on to the tiniest sliver of hope too.

—

Bucky didn’t even like books.

The only book he’d read—aside from the coursework assigned to him in his school days—was The Hobbit. And even that had taken him an ungodly amount of time to finish.

So yeah, Bucky didn’t exactly like books.

But he still visited the tiny bookstore on the corner every day.

He didn’t even buy anything. He just looked around, running his fingertips over the spines of the books that jutted out of the wooden shelves, the sunlight turning his eyes into uncharted waters of the oceans, swimming with undiscovered secrets and untold lies.

You would talk to him. All the time, and with no trace of the usual pity or sympathy that he heard when he spoke to people. You talked to him in a way that made him feel like himself, in a way that made him feel like he just might rediscover the man he used to be.

That first time he’d seen you was burned into the back of his brain, the image of you standing there with a hip braced against a bookshelf, dressed in a white sweater and jeans, your hair pulled into a braid over your shoulder. He had watched as a strand escaped, falling into your face.

And him—he'd stood there, watching you talk to another woman he couldn't recall because really, how could he look at anything else but you? Bucky was certain he looked like a gaping idiot, both wanting your attention to turn to him, and dreading the fact that he would surely make a fool of himself if you so much as looked at him.

Back in the 40s, things would've been so much easier. He would already have said something witty to make you laugh, he would already have been telling you about the carnival down at the beach and asking if you wanted to go with him.

But when your friend left, and you asked him if there was anything you could help him with, his voice sounded strange to his own ears as he croaked, "Books?"

You had laughed—and he found himself laughing along. A true laugh—for the first time in a long time, the sound didn’t sound fake to his own ears. For the first time in a long time, he felt like himself.

Bucky had taught himself to value that which wasn’t whole—because he wasn’t, either. Love was give and take. Love was equal.

If he was to deserve your love, he would have to be whole again. If he was to deserve your love, he would make himself whole again.

—

There was a sudden shift in the way Bucky viewed the world.

It had been three days since he last saw you, but he walked in through those doors anyway. He had no cause, no reason—he just couldn’t go any longer without seeing you.

You were sitting by the bay window at the very back, reading a book. He took a second just to take you in, to get used to the fact that you weren’t just a figment of his imagination.

The second you looked up, your face split into a grin, like you were truly, genuinely happy to see him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had smiled at him that way. “Hey, you’re back! It’s Bucky, right?”

He nodded. He couldn't trust himself to speak, not when he was sure he would stumble over his words, not when he couldn't bring himself to string together a coherent sentence in your presence. 

"What can I help you with today?" you asked, snapping your book shut and placing it on the table. 

"Uh... What're you reading?"

You glanced down at your book before looking up to meet his eyes again. Blue, you thought, supressing a smile. Icy blue, but warm nonetheless—familiar in the way most things aren’t. "Wuthering Heights. You've never read it?"

He shook his head no. "Never been much of a reader, no. Is it any good?"

"It's one of my favourites," was your answer, watching as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The light caught the steel of the chain around his neck—the chain of one of those military-issue dog tags.

And maybe that was how it started—on that dreary cold Wednesday, when you'd stood next to the bookshelf by the window, telling him about your favourite book, but really all he could focus on was the late afternoon sun rendering the hue of your eyes several shades lighter, the soft slope of your nose, the fullness of your mouth. Every little detail about you was etched permanently into his mind—and he wanted to learn more.

He wanted to know everything there was to know about you. 

It was about closing time when he decided he had to go. Not because he wanted to, but because he had promised he would have dinner with Sam and Steve. And as much as Bucky wanted to stay, he was a man of his word.

Which is why when he promised you he would come see you as soon as he finished reading the book, you knew he meant it.

—

And you were right.

Two days later, he was back. 

It was raining that day, early in the morning when you were just about to open up. And there, standing under the awning in the freezing rain, was Bucky, the collar of his coat turned up against the wind, drenched to the bone.

"What're you doing here?" you asked, eyes wide.

"I just... I don't know," he said. Because he didn't. Bucky didn't even like books—but he did like being around you. There was a strange sort of calm about you, a sense of peace he'd only known in Wakanda. Around you, he was just Bucky—not Sargent Barnes, not the Winter Soldier—just Bucky. 

He liked being just Bucky.

You shook your head, but he could've sworn he saw the corner of your mouth tilt upwards as you fished your keys out of your pocket and unlocked the door. "Well, come on inside. I'll turn up the heat and get you something warm to drink. Christ, Buck, you could get pneumonia or something.”

He only nodded once. It didn't matter that he wouldn't get sick—not when the serum in his veins healed his body faster than normal. It didn’t matter that even if he could sick, he wouldn’t have cared, not when you were looking at him like that, with concern in your eyes for something other than your own safety.

You had a coffee machine in the back room, you told him. He followed you, lingering in the doorway as you bustled about, humming a tune under your breath. He recognized it as a song from that one Marvin Gaye album Sam couldn’t stop talking about. He recognized it as a song he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life, if only you were the one singing it.

He recognized that, for better or for worse, you would be his undoing.

—

After that, he came to see you every day.

When the weather got colder still, he brought you steaming cups of hot chocolate from your friend Bella’s café down the street. And on the days when he didn’t, he would head into the back room and make you coffee. You’d never had to tell him how you took it—after that in the rain, he’d somehow remembered what you liked.

You weren’t about to tell him, but you remembered what he liked too.

It started out simple—plum cider that you found on your weekly trip to the farmer’s market. An old vintage copy of The Hobbit from the forties. Rubber silencers for his dog tags that he never used but carried around in his pocket anyway—until eventually, you had something new for him every week, some insignificant thing that he looked at with the kind of childlike awe that made your heart twist into knots in your chest.

He walked you home too. Every evening, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, slowing his stride so that he could walk alongside you. He would stand outside, across the street, hands in his pockets, waiting for you to walk into the apartment you shared with Bella. Only leaving when the lights came on and he knew you were safe.

Bucky wasn’t much of a talker—you learnt that about him. He would spend all day sitting quietly in a corner of your store, reading one of the books he found on the shelf of used copies you kept in the back of the room.

He seemed to love those used books more than the new ones—books someone had already read, books that had already been loved.

He felt a little that way sometimes, too. A little too used for love, not loved enough for use.

But never when he was with you.

And you—you were falling for Bucky Barnes. A little by little, day by day, without even realizing it—not until it all came rushing to you one afternoon, like a dam breaking, like the ocean of his eyes pulling you under, especially when you felt his gaze on you from time to time, watching you as you worked.

That afternoon, a new shipment of books came in. You didn’t even have to ask him for help—he was already on his feet, snapping his copy of Anna Karenina shut, mumbling a soft, “I’ve got it,” as you signed for the order. Hefted the two cartons of books like they weighed nothing at all, and carried them inside.

There was a strange tightness in your stomach as you watched him, standing in the middle of your store—the only thing the Battle of New York hadn’t taken away from you—and you wondered just how it took so damn long to realize that the feeling of familiarity didn’t lie among these books, but rather, in Bucky himself.

—

It was a slow day, so the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon restocking the shelves. He asked you about each of the books, watching your eyes light up as you talked about your favourite ones, until conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence, the two of you basking in each other’s company as you worked.

You didn't even realize how much time had passed until you heard the door open and your friend Bella breezed in. She'd been here the first day Bucky had walked in, had noticed the way your eyes shifted to him mid-conversation like you couldn’t focus on much else when he was around. “Ready for lunch, y/n?”

You looked at Bucky, opening your mouth to ask if he wanted to come along. Not because you didn’t trust him to be alone at the store, but because you wanted his company. Because being around him felt like coming home.

He only waved you off. "Go ahead. I've got plans with Stevie. I'll be here when you're back though."

You believed him. You believed that he would always be around, for as long as you wanted. And you wanted forever.

"Was that the guy from before?" Bella asked, looping an arm through yours as you left the store, walking down the street. She brushed her fiery hair out of her eyes, turning her head slightly to look at you, yellow-green eyes filled with curiosity. “What’s his name?”

"Bucky. He... He's a friend," you said. 

"Well," Bella said. "He sure doesn't feel the same way."

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused.

"Y/n, he looks at you like you put the stars in his sky. Are you sure he's just a friend?"

"I... I don't know, Bella."

Because you didn't know what else to call him. Because you and him weren't friends in the way people usually are—you had always been more.

Bucky was always more.

—

"I've barely seen you," Steve said, picking up his can of Diet Pepsi and taking a sip. "Where have you been?"

"Around," Bucky mumbled. Because how could he explain why he was spending so much time at the bookstore with someone he'd only just met? How could he explain the magnetic pull he felt toward you, the inexplicable desire to just be around you?

How could he explain the way you made him feel like himself again?

But Steve knew. Steve always knew. He saw the growing stack of novels on his friend's bedside table, saw him reading at the kitchen table, book propped up against the jug of milk.

He also knew that all this was because of y/n. Because Bucky mumbled that name when he was too exhausted to even know what he was saying. Because Bucky talked in his sleep—and Steve could hear him calling that name through the thin walls that separated their rooms. "You've been at the bookstore?"

Bucky set his drink down. There was so use denying it—his friend would see right through him. Steve had known him for too damn long to believe in his lies. "She's so... I can't even put it into words. She makes me believe that there's good in this world. That all the things I did wrong don't even matter—not when I'm with her. It’s the way she looks at things, the way she’s capable of finding a little bit of good in everything. Like she found something good in me, Steve."

Steve knew it was true. Because he hadn’t seen Bucky this way for a very long time. Because he hadn’t seen that light in his friend’s eyes in a very long time, and ever since he met you, it hadn’t gone away.

—

Bucky had to leave for a couple of days.

He didn't tell you why—just that it was a work thing. How long would he be gone? He didn't know.

"I'll be back soon," he said. "I promise."

And he was. Five days later.

But Bucky was quiet—quieter than usual. 

It was a Sunday, and you’d somehow managed to drag him along to the farmer’s market with you. He walked alongside you, hands in his pockets, like he was aching to reach out and touch you but desperately holding himself back.

He’d almost gotten himself killed on that mission.

You took up too many thoughts in his head, too much space in his heart. And when the bullet narrowly missed him, grazing his ribs, his only thought was whether or not you’d miss him if he was gone.

You deserved better than someone who’s life was tied to the death of others. Someone who didn’t have so much blood on his hands.

A few paces ahead of you, Bella walked hand-in-hand with Bucky’s friend Sam. You were glad that Bucky had introduced them, glad that Sam made Bella happy in ways you’d never really known or understood before.

“Look at them,” you said, watching with a smile on your face as Sam quietly slipped a couple of oranges into Bella’s bag. “They look real happy.”

Then, turning to look at him, you smiled, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Because you might deserve better, but he was selfish and stubborn, and the only thing he had wanted in so goddamn long was you you you.

“Go out with me,” he blurted, every thread of self-control he had so carefully cultivated to keep his head in your presence snapping. He felt like he was taken back to that December evening he saw you for the first time, when the words refused to leave his mouth, when you’d rendered him tongue-tied and helpless. Only this time, he couldn’t stop the words from coming out, not as he said, “One date, y/n. One date, and if you don’t have a good time, we can just forget it ever happened and move on.”

His heart shuttered when he saw the small frown creasing your brow, your voice soft as you asked, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want to do this for the rest of my life with you, y/n,” he said quietly. “But for now, I’ll take that date.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding slowly. “Okay, Bucky, I’ll go out with you.”

He couldn’t help it. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you to him, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around until you were both laughing, childlike and breathless, blissfully unconscious of the knowing look on Sam and Bella’s faces.

Because really, how could he see anything but you? You had been it from the first day he saw, and you were it now—a blessing, beautiful and true.

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