Prologue
✿ Ken x Fem. Reader x Barbie ✿
SUPER SHY
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𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 떨리는 지금도, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘺
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It was a beautiful morning in Barbie Land. The weather was perfect, sunny with no clouds in sight. Barbie, woke up joyful as always, jumping right into a shower she never skipped, and leaped to her closet readying herself for this perfect eventful day.
The blonde quickly dressed herself in a pink, white polka-dotted dress, with pink heels and a pink flower in her hair. It was perfect. Barbie's morning consisted of a quick breakfast of a cup of milk and a waffle with a dollop of whip cream, the perfect way to have breakfast! Finishing up her breakfast, she floated down to her car, like anyone else would.
"Hi, Barbie!" Barbie waved seeing another Barbie walking along the sidewalk, "Hi Barbie!" She replied. Oh, it was so perfect. As Barbie drove her pretty pink convertible, she greeted the Barbies on her way to the beach. It was another beach day with all the wonderful Barbies and Kens. Yet as Barbie was expecting a lovely morning sitting with other Barbies, chatting about how everything is just so perfect in Barbie Land but as she traveled closer to the beach, Barbie noticed a certain Barbie making a lot of noise.
"You don't understand." Weird Barbie spoke, clutching her overwhelming weird dress, with mismatched colors and stitches, "What don't we understand?" Doctor Barbie questioned, crossing her arms.
"Yeah! You're being a lot weirder than normal, Weird Barbie!" Lawyer Barbie said, "Yea!" Another Barbie chimed in. Weird Barbie frowned, gazing up at the sky, "It's gonna get a whole lot weirder sooner or later..." She muttered, confusing the Barbies but most of them barely paid any mind to her...as she was just off-putting. Then like a flip of a switch, Weird Barbie did the splits and rolled off the beach.
The rest of the Barbies watched as she tumbled away but their eyes instantly met with Stereotypical Barbie, her bright diamond eyes.
"Hi Barbie!" they all yelled in unison, "Hi Barbie!" she waved back, skipping down the sandy hill to the Barbies. "What's going on?" Barbie questioned, looking back at Weird Barbie exiting the beach, "Oh you know, just Weird Barbie being...Weird."
"So, everything is good?" "Everything is amazing!"
Soon after the music started and everyone, including the Kens, began their beach day, some played volleyball, and others had some kind of dance battle or swam in the beautiful blue sea. "Hey Barbie, do you know why Weird Barbie was being so much weirder than normal" throwing back a beach ball, "She said something about another doll joining us." Barbie said, Stereotypical Barbie gasped, "What are we doing!?" she yelled, missing the beach ball being thrown passed her, hitting a Ken in the back of his head.
"What do you mean?" Stereotypical Barbie rushed to sit down on the bleachers, other Barbies following after her, "If another Barbie is joining Barbie Land, we have to host an amazing party for her!" other Barbies murmured between themselves and suddenly getting excited, "Oh em gee! You're so right Barbie!" Author Barbie exclaimed, "How could we not!"
Stereotypical Barbie and Author Barbie began jotting down some ideas for the party which totally had a giant sleepover after.
The Ken's stood far, far away admiring the Barbies as always, "What are they talking about?" Stereotypical Barbie's Ken asked, pouting, "Something about a party." Ken replied, "I bet she's making an invite list, and I doubt you're on it." Ken's rival, Ken said.
Ken grumbled, looking away from the Barbies, "Barbie always invites me." yet Ken's eyes roamed back to Barbie, his Barbie. The way her perfect smile warmed his heart, and how even the slightest eye contact could put him in Ken heaven.
It was always a fact; Ken was undoubtedly in love with Barbie.
"Hey what's that?" someone asked, Ken turned around to face the ocean, and suddenly his face paled, the sky began getting darker, "Is it bedtime already?" His best friend, Allen asked.
"She's here."
"Ahh!" Ken looked next to him and there stood Weird Barbie, absolutely scaring him, "When did you get here?" but Weird Barbie ignored him staring intensely at the sky, "What's going on?" he questioned her, worriedly looking back and forth at the woman and the sky.
"She is arriving." as the words left her mouth, all the Kens gasped, making the group of Barbies look up, their eyes instantly going to the darkened sky, "Where's the sky...?" Stereotypical Barbie whispered, standing up from the bleachers and walking towards the ocean, "Hey Ken...What's happening...?" she asked worriedly, her blonde counterpart immediately did a 180, "Oh hi Barbie." Ken uttered as he fixed his hair making sure he looked really attractive to her.
The storm grew closer and closer to them, "We have to go." Weird Barbie said, backing away and rushing off the beach. Ken furrowed his eyebrows, fighting with himself in his own dilemma: leave for safety or be here with Barbie.
"Maybe we should follow her..." Ken frowned looking behind him and seeing other Barbies and Ken's leave all in fear of what is going on.
"Barbie?" Ken looked back at her, his blue eyes gazing at her full of concern. She was quiet, the giant blue sky she loved so much was a dark grey, large clouds forming together as they crept closer and closer to Barbie Land.
What happened to the sky?
Ken's face paled again, looking back and forth between Barbie and the sky, Ken frowned, "Barbie we have to go to the Dream House." Barbie blinked out of the random headspace and turned to look at Ken.
"Y-Yeah." they both ran away from the beach, hoping in Barbie's convertible, and making a quick getaway to Barbie's Dream House.
That night there was no dance, sleepover, party, or even Ken trying his hardest to impress Barbie.
It was bleak, it was nothing.
Barbie sat on the floor of her Dream House, her legs dangling off the ledge, as she gazed outside. Her blue eyes witnessed the darker clouds surrounding the beach more and more.
Barbie sighed, what was this feeling? Disappointment? Was this a sign about the new Barbie? No. All Barbies were perfect, smart, and happy.
But Barbie Land has never had a storm.
And then it started to rain. A crack of thunder made Barbie flinch, and then came a downpour of rain, coating the beach.
"It's okay..." Barbie whispered, her hands tightening around each other for comfort, "Tomorrow there will be another beautiful perfect day..."
With nothing left to do on this overwhelming day, she sat on her couch and waited till she couldn't hear the storms no more.
"She's here!" a loud yell awoke Barbie, jolting her up from the couch, a familiar voice yelled out again, and the sound of clapping, "She's here!! Hahah!" It was Weird Barbie who seemed to be crazy about this new Barbie. But anyway, Barbie lifted herself off the couch and floated down to the street, looking back up at the sky. Good, it was back to being blue and the sun was setting.
"Are you sure the new Barbie is here?" Diplomat Barbie asked, walking closer to her.
"Yep! I'm 1000% sure!" Weird Barbie smirked, her marked-up face scrunching. Stereotypical Barbie smiled, "Well, we shouldn't keep her waiting now should we."
Just a few minutes later, many Barbies and Kens huddled around the beach all staring at specific women. The woman, had her back turned to them, she was not what they were expecting...
"Welcome Barbie! This is Barbie Land!" Stereotypical Barbie beamed while she welcomed the new Barbie, excited to finally introduce her to everyone. She stepped closer to the woman, standing right behind her.
Barbie blinked, waiting for her new friend to turn and begin her new life here as a Barbie but she stood still watching the (plastic) ocean. Barbie frowned, shuffling to the girl's side and finally seeing her face.
[E/c] eyes, the new Barbie had glossy [e/c] eyes, she had eyes that seemed the sparkle as she gazed out admiring the sun, "Hello?" Barbie asked, finally the woman turned her head towards Barbie, startling her a bit.
"Hello..." she spoke, so soft that Barbie almost missed it, "Hi Barbie, welcome to Barbie Land."
The woman blinked, pouting, "I'm not Barbie, I'm [Y/n]."
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cleats and kisses II a.russo ~
23★ ~ a.russo
"any new love interests, y/n?" caitlin teased mercilessly, playfully knocking you out of your lunge position. "yeah, got your eye on any defenders?" steph chimed in, her mischievous grin a perfect compliment, following her australian teammates teasing.
katie, with an unimpressed scoff, threw her head back against her locker, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend’s foolish comments. "oh, absolutely. y/n's just so, so good at finding love." she retorted before you could respond, her voice laced with sarcasm, sending a pointed look your way from across the changing room.
katie’s sisterly overprotectiveness, always a source of amusement amongst your friends, even though it was extremely infuriating at times. an exasperated sigh fell from your lips, lifting your tired limbs off the floor and moving to sit with your sister, desperately trying to block out the girls’ relentless banter. resting your head on her shoulder, you let your eyelids gently fall, seeking comfort in your sister’s familiar presence.
across the room stood the english captain. leah who was always the most observant in a crowded room, who sensed your unease at the comments and shot you a comforting glance. she had known you for years, one of your closest friends from your early footballing days and instrumental in finally getting you signed to Arsenal. it was safe to say she could read you like an open book.
in your previous relationship, katie had managed to intimidate your then-girlfriend after finding you both having a nice early morning breakfast, in town before training. you could not understand at all why the incident had caused such a stir; you were fully clothed and what you were doing was completely innocent.
katie’s protectiveness, something she had picked up from your older siblings. it was as if she didn't want to see you grow up, reluctantly clinging to the image of her smaller, younger sister. yet, you knew the possessiveness stemmed from a place of only love.
"i think i'll turn in for the night, busy day tomorrow," you announced, referring to the game and press conference you had been warned about at this morning's meeting. offering a tired smile to your teammates and sister, you bid your farewell. "see you at breakfast, katie," you added before slipping quietly out of the door. “7 am sharp, don't be late," you heard your sister’s loud accent barrel through the door. you shook your head, making your way up the elevator and towards your room.
however, instead of heading to your room, shared with lia and her girlfriend, you found yourself walking down the corridor to somebody else's room, ‘better than third-wheeling’, you thought. you gently knocked a secret pattern on the wooden door, hoping not to reveal your location to roaming players and staff members. lord knows the amount of times you have almost been caught sneaking into the blonde's room when traveling.
the lock clicked noisily, and the door flowed open, revealing your exhausted looking girlfriend, still dressed in her training kit. "why haven't you showered missy?” you teased the blonde, stepping inside the doorway, making sure to quickly peck her soft lips. the blonde placed her hand behind your ear, desperately trying to deepen the kiss. her lips moved hungrily against your own.
you tapped her waist, finding it difficult to breathe, before pulling away completely. "i was waiting for you to show up, figured that with your smell you would need a second shower,” alessia teased, a cheeky grin adorning her soft face. "well aren't you a pleasure.” she chuckled back at your remark, tugging you close into her larger frame.
"are you feeling alright?" the blonde asked, noticing the unmissable tenseness on your face. you quickly nodded, making sure to look the girl in the eyes. "mhmm, the girls were just prying on my love life in the changing room."
she kissed into your shoulder comfortingly, placing open mouthed kisses wherever she could. letting go of your waist, she made her way to the bathroom. your lips turning upwards, as you watched her clumsily trip over a pair of loose football boots and turn to check if you had seen, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
while she showered, you picked up a book on her bedside table, carefully placing your finger by the girl's last page. page 10. the book helped pass time until she returned, her short, damp hair falling onto her cream coloured robe, smelling of lavender and rosemary. "what are you up to, love?" she asked, putting an old ireland jersey she had stolen from you, catching you engrossed in the book she had abandoned a couple nights ago.
you looked up from your book and grinned, turning it so she could see. "trying to understand why on earth you thought you would enjoy this book," you replied. “trying to impress you with my reading skills”. she said, in a serious manner. “clearly.” you responded.
alessia chuckled, moving on top of you and tossing the book out of your hands. “i. love. you.” she admitted, each word accented with a short, but sweet kiss on your lips. you blushed, embarrassed at how 3 common words could make your stomach flip. “i love you too, less.” you responded, with a small yawn into her chest. you snuggled closer, burying your head into her neck. letting the world fade, as you drifted off to the blondes soft snores.
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but the peace didn't last too long. the next morning, you were both jolted out of your peaceful rest by an alarming pounding on the hotel door. "open the door!" an angry shout from outside the hotel door. "fuck, its katie," you cursed, recognising an identical accent to your own, jumping out of the soft sheets, whilst alessia answered her clearly fuming teammate.
"katie?" alessia greeted your angry sister, her mind racing rapidly for some kind of excuse. "breakfast finished a long time ago. your alarm must’ve not gone off.” “my sister wasn't at breakfast either, and she isn't in her room. got somethin to do with it?" katie questioned, with an irritated look.
"no clue," alessia replied as soon as the girl finished, possibly a little too quick to be innocent. "sorry, katie. i'll be down in a minute, i don't know what happened, i must have forgotten to set my alarm.” alessia answered frantically, shutting the door in the irish girl’s face.
you both let out a sign of relief, looking at each other in disbelief at the narrow call. "that was close. you shouldn't have fallen asleep with me last night," alessia stated, concern etched in her features as she saw a moody katie conversing outside with a tired vic from the small doorhole.
"i know, i'm sorry, i should have been more careful," you confessed, the disappointment carved heavily in your voice. "i'll catch up with you before the interviews, less." with a quick hug you attempted to escape her room unnoticed.
however, your effort to slip away was foiled almost immediately. as you left alessia’s room, trying to blend in with the morning crowd, you encountered katie in the hallway, her gaze sharpening as she observed the room you had exited. "why the fuck are you coming out of alessia’s room?" she questioned, her tone a mix of confusion, anger and concern.
"katie, please let me explain," you pleaded, quickly moving to grab her before she could walk away. “you better start explaining, now!” she yelled, and if you thought katie couldn’t get angrier than a game against manchester city, you were certainly eating your words now.
“she’s my girlfriend”, a soft voice behind you spoke. turning around you were faced with the very blonde you had spent your night with. “oh really?” katie challenged. “yes, we’ve been together for 6 months.” alessia spoke timidly, barely above a whisper. “how could you two keep this a secret?” feeling the weight of the situation, you took a shaky breath, trying to find the right words to explain that you had been secretly dating her teammate.
"katie, i didn't mean for you to find out like this," you began, your voice cracking between words. "alessia and i, we met before i signed here. it was before we even started talking about a possible transfer. i never thought we would keep it a secret, but things got complicated, and i didn't know how to tell anyone."
katie's expression softened slightly, taking a short breath before she spoke. "but why keep it a secret from me?" she asked, her voice now more composed, eyes still glossy. "i was afraid," you admitted, looking into her soft eyes, hoping she could see the sincerity in yours. "i was afraid of losing you. i know it's not an excuse, and i should have been honest with you about alessia from the beginning. i've messed everything up, and i'm really sorry."
alessia stepped forward from behind you, her eyes pleading with katie to forgive you. "i'm sorry too," she said, her voice quivering. "between my transfer, australia and all the drama with me leaving united, i didn't give y/n the space to tell you about us." katie sighed, her anger slowly settling down, as she processed both your confessions.
after a brief silence, katie's expression softened, and a small grin tugged at the corners of her lips. "well," she said, her tone lighter now, "i can't say i expected you two to get together, but i’m glad it’s less and not somebody else. if you're happy together," she continued, her smile growing bigger, "then i'm happy for you." it was a moment of relief for both you and alessia.
“whoo!” “they finally broke it to katie!” voices could be heard celebrating. from around the corner in the hallway, steph, caitlin, leah, and lia appeared, cheekiness displayed on all their faces, giggling that they’d successfully stayed hidden whilst you revealed the truth to your older sister. “how long have you been standing there?” you questioned your friends.
“long enough to hear your beautiful love confession.” lia answered dramatically, throwing her hands in the air for emphasis. her blondie - leah shaking her head at her girlfriends usual antics. “at least we don’t have to go through the awkwardness of telling you all now”, alessia answered before you could. everyone muttered in agreement.
“i guess i can do this now then,” you walked up to the blonde, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning in. you gently pressed your lips against her own, her arms coming to wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. her lips lingered on yours, a warm feeling arising in your heart. alessia gently unwraps her arms and releases you from her tight hold, smiling down at you sweetly.
“gross, next time you're going to swap saliva with each other, give us heads up.” your sister fake gags. “i guess I can do this now, lessibaby!” said caitlin pulling in steph to mock you, imitating your earlier kiss with her aussie teammate. “hey! kisses are reserved for me only.” katie yells, pulling her playful girlfriend into a bruisingly passionate kiss.
“on the pitch please girls, simple field runs.” jonas interrupts the couple, looking down at the floor, face red, obviously embarrassed at the walk in. a couple “yes jonas’.” and “yes coach'." floated around the changing room, jonas nodding and leaving in a hurry. the girls quickly got ready and headed out to the pitch. your sister wraps an arm around your blonde, pulling her along.
“c'mon less, we have lots to talk about.” your sister says intimidatingly. your girlfriend sending you a ‘help me’ look as she was dragged out of the room.
you finished tying your laces, shaking your head, knowing katie was going to absolutely grill the girl until she gave up trying to scare her off. “let's go, cait.” you spoke, picking up your ‘basically’ sister off the floor, her mouth still wide open in shock, bewildered at the unexpected kiss from your sister. shaking her until she focussed you began to make your way out of the changing room, caitlin using your body as a walking stick.
suddenly your phone rang. ‘chatterbox’, your phone read. it was your youngest (and favourite) sister - lauryn. “hey, what's wrong, sweetheart, I'm in training?” you asked, picking up the call. “are you actually dating Alessia? i know you’ve been there for a couple months, but jeez.” she blurted out.
“katie alison mccabe, get your arse over here right now, or so help me i swear- ”.
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I ADORE your writing it is so so so amazing. Could i request poly!marauders x fem!reader who works in a store (maybe like a supermarket or something) and they keep coming because they "need" stuff but they actually just wanna see her and its all cute and flully and stuff?? If you don't wanna do it, no worries at all<3
Thanks lovely! Hope you enjoy it :)
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words
You’ve barely flipped the sign in the front to open and begun restocking the tomatoes when the door opens. “Good morning,” you say automatically, a Pavlovian response to the chime of the bell.
“G’morning, lovely,” a familiar voice replies, the curly-haired boy flashing a smile at you as he stops below your ladder. “How’s your day going?”
“Well, it’s—” you look at the clock behind the counter “—quarter past seven, so…so far so good.”
“Happy to hear it.” His dark-haired, sharp-edged friend appears, startling you, and the curly-haired one holds up his hands, ready to steady you if you need it.
“Shit, Pads,” he says once it’s clear you’re not going to fall, “you don’t sneak up on someone on a ladder like that. You scared her.”
You give them both a tense smile. “It’s fine,” you say, mustering your best customer service voice (not an easy task with two of your best-looking customers standing so close to you). “I’m alright.”
“Sorry, dollface,” Pads says, sending you a half-sheepish grin in return. You don’t really understand these nicknames they have for each other, but embarrassingly, they’re the only names you know them by. The same group of three boys has been coming by your store for months, almost every day, and it’s reached a point where it’d be too awkward to ask for their names. They’re by far your favorite customers, but you only know them as what they call each other. There’s Pads, Prongs, and…
“Moony, weren’t you saying we’re out of eggs?” Prongs asks.
The tall one comes into view, already holding three cartons of eggs. “Yeah, but I can’t pick. What’s better, free-range or organic?”
“Free-range,” you say, feeling your face heat when they all look up at you. “I mean, it depends on your preference, but that’s what I’d get.”
There’s a beat of silence wherein you suspect the boys are exchanging silent communication and have to force yourself to keep your gaze on the tomatoes, and then, “Dove, I hate to trouble you, but would you mind helping us choose?” Moony’s voice is soft, unobtrusive but compelling. Of the three boys, you find him the easiest to talk to. Prongs oozes charm and Pads flirts like it’s breathing, but something about Moony’s calm demeanor is disarming. “You seem like you know a lot more than any of us.”
“I don’t know about a lot.” You shake your head dismissively, but you’re already starting down the ladder. You miss the last step, and warm hands grab your waist, lowering you cautiously to the floor.
“Easy,” Prongs murmurs.
Your heart’s in your throat, more from embarrassment than from the alarm at your near fall, and you understand why you’re blushing, but you don’t get why he is.
Your “thanks” comes out as more of a breath than a word, but he gifts you one of those dazzling smiles anyway. You turn to the egg cartons like they’re your lifeline, trying to steady your breathing while you read the labels.
“Um, yeah, so.” You clear your throat. “It’s pretty self-explanatory, but organic just means they give the chickens food without chemicals or anything, and free-range means they get a certain amount of space to roam in. I don’t think it changes how the eggs taste or anything, it just depends on what you think is most ethical.”
Moony nods, looking like he’s mulling this over, but you can’t stand to stay under his gaze any longer than that.
“Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with!” you squeak, abandoning your ladder to go tidy behind the counter.
You’d think after months of these guys coming in you’d be used to them, but you’re not. They wind you every time. They’re obviously close, and you like to imagine them as housemates, maybe even lovers, with the way they seem to interact with such casual intimacy. So many of your customers barely look at you as they go about their business, and you don’t blame them for that, but these boys always have something to say to you. They’ll ask how your day is going, or whether you’ve tried the coffee shop down the road, or what you think of a new jacket. The way they talk amongst each other is so easy, and they talk with you like it should be easy too, but somehow you always manage to make it difficult for them. You’re too quiet, too nervous, too awkward. And yet they keep coming back.
You’re not allowed much reprieve before Pads is sauntering up to the counter, free-range eggs in hand. He sets them on the counter. “Thanks for the advice, sweetheart.”
“It’s no problem,” you say, distracting yourself with the manageable, routine tasks of your job. Scan the item, open the cash register, ask “Would you like a bag for that?”
“No,” he replies just as cordially, “but thank you.”
Before he goes, he tucks a bill into the tip jar on the edge of the counter, just like always, and just like always, you don’t really know what to do with yourself. It’s not like it’s ever a massive amount of money, but still. They’re only your age. Unless they’re all heirs to separate fortunes or something, they probably have about as much money to spare as you do. And it’s so, so unnecessary, especially considering they come here every day to buy one or two items, and then leave you a tip—for what? For ringing them up? For having limited knowledge of chicken ethics?
“You really don’t have to do that,” you blurt, shrinking in on yourself sheepishly when all three boys turn to look at you, nearly out the door. “I just mean, you guys come here all the time. You only ever get a couple of items, it’s really not necessary to leave a tip every time.”
The three boys look at you with varying degrees of bemusement, and Moony gives you a small smile. “We don’t mind,” he replies, at the same time as Pads says, “We like coming here.”
“I just…you shouldn’t feel obligated to leave a tip just because you need something from the corner store. I’m sure you live nearby, right? It’s not like you have a bunch of options in this area.”
The ensuing pause stretches a moment too long, and you tilt your head curiously as both Moony and Prongs begin to blush faintly. “Well,” the latter says, looking about the store with forced casualness, “actually…”
Pads isn’t so tactful. “We don’t live nearby,” he says, gray eyes frank and unflinching.
You blink. “No?”
Moony shrugs, looking alarmingly shamefaced. “No.”
“We used to live around here,” Prongs supplies. “We just don’t anymore. Haven’t bothered to find a new store.”
“Oh.” You hadn’t taken them for creatures of habit, but what all do you know about them really? “Um, where do you live now?” you ask, then want to hit yourself. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that, I don’t mean to intrude—”
“No, it’s okay,” Moony says, in his usual kind way. “We moved down onto twenty second street.”
Your mouth actually drops open. A giant O, and you can hear your mom telling you you’ll catch flies. Pads snickers at your reaction. But fuck, that’s nearly across town. It has to take them at least a half hour to get to your store from there, and that’s if they have a car. “I, um.” You shake your head, collecting yourself. “Sorry, that’s just so far. I used to live around there, actually.”
Prongs perks up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, there’s a Tesco just a couple blocks down, on twenty third? And a Sainsbury’s and—oh! There’s a great local corner store not far from there, you should definitely check it out. They make their own bread.”
“Neat,” Moony says, nodding. “Thank you.”
You smile, happy to help even though you’ll be sad to see them go. “Of course, anytime.”
“Yeah, thanks gorgeous.” Pads grins at you, tucking another bill into your tip jar and ignoring your squawk of protest. “See you tomorrow.”
You blink, wondering if you’d just invented the previous conversation, but they’re all starting for the door, acting as though nothing is amiss.
Perhaps you’re feeling extra bold today, because you halt them for a second time. “But don’t you want to go somewhere more convenient?”
Prongs turns around, walking backwards towards the door. “Really appreciate the advice,” he says, “but we like this store just fine.” Moony shoots you a bashful sort of grin, and Pads winks—actually winks—over his shoulder. “So we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
And, well, if they want to keep crossing town to come in every morning, far be it for you to stop them. You’d hate to drive off your best customers. “Yeah,” you echo. “See you tomorrow.”
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Chapter 2:
It was nearing dusk (and curfew) and you were sweeping the floor, finishing up for the evening whenever the doorbell chimed, indicating that somebody has walked in. Without even looking up to see who it was, you said, “Shop's closed, if you need anything you can reach Doula Ada at her apartment upstairs.”
“I’m not here for Doula Ada, darling. I'm here for you.” A baritone, you only just heard earlier in the day, told you as the sound of heavy bootsteps echoed against the hardwood floor you were sweeping up.
You lifted your head up, only to see Coryo. A warm, but small, smile crossed your lips as you took in his appearance. He was still in his light grey uniform, but was no longer wearing the helmet. Said helmet was hooked onto the rifle that was slung across his shoulder. You discovered that his buzzcut was blonde. A natural platinum blonde that border lined white.
His hair was so pure, like snow.
Like his name.
Was he too pure as snow?
No, Private Coriolanus Snow was as pure as snow once a dog lifts it's leg and pisses on it. He's yellow, dirty, defiled Snow. Not pure white snow.
But you'll never find that out.
No, he'll always put on a manipulative face for you because you're the girl he's madly in love (more like obsessed) with.
“Why?” You simply asked, sweeping up your dirt pile into a dustpan.
“To walk you home since curfew’s about to go into effect.”
“Oh.” You said, feeling silly for even asking, as you dumped the contents of the dust pan into the trash. Of course he wanted to make sure you got home without breaking the weekday curfew. He was your new friend; was looking out for you. “That's really sweet of you. Thanks.”
“No need to thank me, Y/N. After all, what are friends for?” Coryo told you with a closed lip smile. His words sounded so sincere to you.
But what you didn't know was that he viewed you as more than a friend. As his girlfriend, well actually his future wife, and just wanted to walk you home to show off that you're his girl. That you belong to him.
And now that he knows your boss, Doula Ada, lived in the apartment above the shop and answers her door at all hours in case someone needs aid, well… Looks like he's getting you fired after walking you home tonight.
“I'll only be a minute; then we can go.” You told your peacekeeper friend while going to put the broom and dustpan away in the small storage closet.
“Do you live nearby?” You heard him ask while closing the closet after tucking away the broom.
“No.” You shook your head, going over to the counter where your apothecary book was. Grabbing the old leather bound book and tucking it under your arm, you explained, “I live in the Seam, on the other side of the district.”
“That’s quite a walk, darling.” Coryo pointed out what you knew first hand as you crossed the shop, heading over to him. “Maybe I should look out for you; walk you home every night I have patrol duty.” The light blonde peacekeeper suggested, placing a hand on the small of your back once you reached him. Ushering you out the door, he added in, “Just to make sure you're safe.”
And by keep you safe, what Coriolanus really meant was keep you from interacting with anyone that wasn't him. Because he can't have you talking to another man. Especially that one who seemed so concerned about you this morning, the dirty blonde man.
Hell, if he could he'd lock you up to keep you away from men’s roaming eyes. To keep you from talking to strange men. Just the thought of men approaching you makes him sick to his stomach with jealousy.
None of these pigs in this dirty coal district deserve to look at you. You don't belong to them. You belong to him. You're his girl.
And since you're his, he's taking you back to the Capitol with him. In the Capitol, he'll be able to lock you up in a pretty golden gilded cage. A cage that wouldn't consist of metal bars, but of his family's Corso apartment.
Coryo knows you'll love the Snow penthouse; will make it into a true home again with your warmth and kindness. Warmth and kindness that reminds him of his mother. She was the light in the Snow family and when she died, along with Coriolanus' baby sister, nothing but darkness remained.
Perhaps once Coriolanus brings you home to the Capitol, you'll give him a baby girl to dote on? Yes, that's exactly what you'll do. You'll fill his penthouse with love and will provide him with a daughter to brighten his life. A daughter the two of you can name after his mother. To honor the woman that you remind him of.
But the problem is, despite how nice (let's face it, the Snow's 12th floor Corso penthouse is falling apart; is such a dump that rats use it as a hotel) his family's penthouse is in the Capitol, its not your home. No, your home’s a wooden house (that could be called a glorified shack) that's couple of rows up from the Covey house at the edge of the Seam.
Your home’s with your older brother, Rein, and his girlfriend, Ashlie. Rein works and as a coalminer to put a roof over your head and food in your belly. And Ashlie works late every weekend serving rowdy dunks and peacekeepers at the Hobb’s bar. Poor Ashlie’s even put her dreams of having children of her own on hold to help your brother take care of you; raise you.
They've done and sacrificed so much to take care of you. To raise you. And no matter what, home's always with them.
Which is a big problem for your new friend, Peacekeeper Coryo since he's determined to rip you away from the only home you've ever known to bring you back to the Capitol with him. He's not leaving you behind. In his mind, Coriolanus is getting the both of you out of 12- To never return.
And he'll lie, cheat, and kill to do it.
But that's something you don't need to worry about, cause he'll do all the worrying for you.
After some time of walking, the brick buildings and cobblestone streets of the merchants sector faded away, morphing into dirt roads and wooden houses. Houses that were different variations of shacks, in Coriolanus' opinion. The lack of street lamps was also prevalent in the Seam. Instead, houses would have oil lanterns lit and hanging on the wooden beams of front porches or by the front door to light the way for miners that worked the graveyard shift.
Coriolanus doesn't (repeat he does not) like the idea of you walking alone along the dark, muddy, scum infested streets of the Seam during dusk. In his opinion it's unsafe. Despite the fact that you've grown up in the Seam around the people he views as dangerous district scum, the area in the grunt's mind is dangerous.
Just the thought of some street rat dragging you in an alley behind some wooden buildings and having their way with you in the dark, as you innocently walk home from a hard day's work at the apothecary, makes him want to empty the contents of his stomach. Just the thought of some coal dust covered bastard pig trying to take advantage of you makes his blood boil. And it's all the more reason why he has to protect you from harm by walking you to and from places while he's on patrol in the district.
It's also another reason why he needs to bring you home with him to the Capitol.
“How much further is it, little dove?” Coriolanus asked, hoping that your house was close because he didn't want to walk the entire mud filled Seam to reach it.
Maybe he could arrange for you to live in one of the apartments in the Merchant Sector, closer to the path that leads to the barracks? He could only send half of his pay home to Tigris and Grandma'am; keep the other half to pay your rent and buy you groceries. Yea, he'd do that for you.
Because you're Private Coriolanus Snow's girl now and he has to keep you close; protect you from your neighbors, acquaintances, and the district scum.
“Not much.” You told him, passing by the house that your friend Lil shared with her brother Spruce and her boyfriend, a miner named Arlo Chance.
Arlo worked with your brother, Rein, in the mines. They weren't friends, but they were kosher with each other when they crossed paths.
You noticed how the lantern was lit on Lil and Spruce's porch, meaning that Arlo was working the graveyard shift at the mines tonight. You knew that when you got home that the only one their to greet you would be Ashlie since Rein always worked the same shift that Arlo did.
You didn’t remember your brother remarking that he was working the night shift tonight. But maybe it slipped your mind, maybe he forgot to tell you?
What you didn't see while passing by Lil’s house, with Coryo's hand firmly taking a possessive residence on the small of your back, was Spruce peeking out of the window, using the moth eaten drapes to shield most of his face, as he looked for his sister's boyfriend to come home after completing a risky mission for the rebel cause.
“That's my house right there.” You pointed to a wooden shack with a porch. The roof had a few patches and the wooden porch had steps that looked half rotten.
The platinum blonde at your side wrinkled his nose in disgust. Your house was no better than a chicken coop, in his opinion. Oh, that just wouldn't do for his girl.
No.
His darling rose deserves the very best. And he plans on giving it to you.
Just like how his cold hearted father had given his warm hearted mother everything money could buy once he united them in love and marriage.
Pulling his attention off of the house, which had a dim light glowing out from underneath the front door, and turning to you, Coryo asked, “Do you live alone?”
He wanted you to say yes, so that he could come inside and properly give you the love that you deserved. Cover your body in open mouth kisses, touch you til you shook with desire, and fuck you til you moaned his name in pleasure.
By how sweet you seemed, he just knows that you’re a virgin. He wants to take your virginity, claim you as his while ruining you for any and all other men in this lifetime.
Coriolanus lost his virginity, as a bet, with a stranger while drunk in the alley behind a club when he was in the Academy. He didn't regret it. In fact, it gave him some much needed experience.
But you on the other hand…
Well, you’ll be fucking only him. And he's going to make sure of that.
“No.” You shook your head, only to explain your answer with, “I live with my older brother, Rein, and his girlfriend, Ashlie.”
“Can I meet them?” Your new friend asked with a smile. A smile that was sickeningly sweet, too wide, and showed way too much of his pearly white teeth. Barred teeth, much like a wolf’s.
You thought that he was genuinely interested in meeting your family because he wanted to make a good impression- being your new friend and all. But the cold, hard truth was that Private Snow wanted to meet your family in order to size up the people he has to separate you from. Coriolanus doesn't give a shit about your family. In his opinion they're district scum; don't deserve having an angel like you living amongst them.
No.
Only he deserves to have you living with him.
But…
One could say that he's an angel himself.
A fallen angel.
The fallen angel that was the most beautiful of them all.
Lucifer himself.
So if you're his angel then he's your devil.
Can't have one without the other, after all.
Even tho darkness was taking over the sky, the way you worried your lip didn't go unnoticed by Coryo. Giving you a look full of tenderness (Was it real or was it fake? Who knows, who cares.) he softly asked, “What's wrong, Y/N?”
Letting out a heavy sigh, you told him, “Coryo, they're leery of peacekeepers. Maybe we should wait a while before we do introductions, okay?”
The platinum blonde, Capitol born and bred peacekeeper didn't like that answer. Didn't like it one bit. You want to hide your relationship with him because you're afraid of your family's reaction.
Yea…
He can't have that. He needs everyone-
EVERYONE-
Including your scummy miner brother and his district whore to know that you're with him.
He's got nothing to hide. And your Coryo's not going to let you hide him like some dirty little secret.
No, he’s going to meet your family and let them know that you belong to him.
But he'll pacify you; won't go pass your threshold tonight once he walks you to the door.
“Okay, but let's not wait too long. I don't want to be almost done with my 20 years of Peacekeeper service when we do the introductions.” Coriolanus told you, his smile teasing, as he walked you to your door.
“It won't be that long.” You assured your new friend.
“I know it won't be, darling.” Coryo confidently told you. But what he didn't tell you was that within the week he plans on striding inside of your house, staring down your family and telling them who you belong to.
And you belong to him, not them, now.
“Lil’s lantern's on, I thought you'd be working the graveyard shift with Arlo.” You told your brother upon seeing him sitting on a ratty armchair, smoking while watching Ashlie drain a pot full of boiling potatoes in the kitchen sink (which was more or less a glorified basin with metal rust spotted legs, whenever you walked thru the door.
Your older brother shook his head. “The fool took on an extra shift.” He said around a lungful of smoke that he blew out of his mouth.
“Supper's almost ready.” Ashlie announced, placing the pot on the counter only to start mashing the potatoes with a wooden spoon that was splintered and had seen better days. “How was your day at the apothecary shop?” Your brother's girlfriend asked as you walked by the kitchen on your way to your bedroom, so that you could put your book away on your bedside table (like you do every night when you get home).
“It was fine.” You answered, entering the hall.
It was more then fine, since you made a new friend. But you weren't ready to tell anyone about Coryo just yet.
Only if you knew how great of a friend Coryo really was. Would you still be mesmerized by his crystal blue eyes, platinum buzz cut, and strong jaw that makes him look more like a god then a man, if you knew how black his soul was? Would you want him around you if you knew how he was destroying your livelihood?
The wooden stairs lightly creaked underneath the weight of Coriolanus’ boots as he made his way to Doula Ada’s apartment above the apothecary shop. The street lamps made his shadow look long, dark, and lean. Like an ominous horror creature of sorts.
Except a horror creature would probably be more friendlier then Coriolanus Snow.
When he reached the door of the flat, he balled his hand into a fist and furiously banged on it. “Peacekeeper, open up!” Coriolanus loudly ordered, knowing that tossing his weight around (despite just being a grunt) would get him the results he wanted.
Everyone in the districts bow down to peacekeepers. Listen to them, even if they don't respect them.
Except for you. His girl. You doesn't cower when you see him in his full uniform. No, you locked eyes with him and gave him the warmest, kindest smile that made love bloom and blossom between the two of you immediately.
You’re proud to be on his arm because you fell in love with him at first sight, just like he did with you. Cupid’s arrow struck at the right moment, when you and Coriolanus laid eyes on each other and shared smiles. And you can't tell him otherwise.
When the door opened, an older woman stood in the doorway. She didn't look him in the eye as she addressed him. “What's the matter, Sir? I've paid the rent for my shop and have a permit to allow me travel after curfew to tend to my patients.”
Coriolanus pushed past Doula Ada, causing her to stumble- she would've fallen if she didn't grab the door to keep her upright, and darkly chuckled. “For owning the only apothecary in the district, your apartment's poorly furnished.”
“Is there a reason you're here, Sir?” The doula asked, clutching her chest. It was painted all over her face that she was afraid.
Good, she should be afraid. Coriolanus could destroy her entire bloodline if he wanted with a snap of his finger and the simple word of rebel.
Ignoring the older woman, Coriolanus walked over to a small table that had a couple of pictures neatly arranged on it. The picture that caught his eye was one that had the dirty blonde man and flaxen haired girl he saw exit the shop earlier that day. So, they were the doula’s family.
Good. Very good. That means they can be used for leverage to get what he wants.
Picking up the framed photograph, he looked at it for a second or so before flashing it at Doula Ada. “This your family?”
“Yes.” Doula Ada nodded. “That's my daughter and her fiance. Why do you ask?”
Placing the picture back where he found it, Coriolanus turned to the woman and calmly, but coldly, ordered, “Fire Y/N Halvir or else I'll make sure you see your family hang for treason.”
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Jack Harlow “I can tell you’ve been working out.” 🥵
Work Out
Warning: smut, language
A/N: this has not been edited lol
Jack had the day off, so you weren't the least bit surprised to see him come down for breakfast in nothing but a tank and his boxer shorts. You always liked to let him sleep in on the days he wasn't going a million miles a minute, so you were up early to make his favorite breakfast and get the girls ready for school.
"Daddy!" Aaliyah ran to Jack, and you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he swept her into his arms, his biceps and triceps flexing as he held her on his hip. "Oof- Good Morning, snuggle bug. Did you sleep well?" You couldn't hear a word either of them said, your eyes were fixated on the contours of his muscles that were very visible underneath the his clingy tank top.
Jack always looked good, but lately you'd noticed a change in his physique as he spent more time with his personal trainer. You let out a tiniest squeak as your mind ran wild with fantasies, but it was loud enough for Jack to notice, his head snapping towards you, a smirk turning up the corners of his mouth as he noticed you checking him out. Jack had been so busy the last couple of days, you two barely got a moment to yourself, let alone enough time for more than a quickie in the shower, and it was easy for your brain to think the filthiest of thoughts.
"Babe." The pet name and firm hand on the small of your back ripped you from your daydream, making you drop the knife in your hand, covered in peanut butter, on the ground. "Everything okay?" His breath tickled your ear as he leaned in close, sending a shiver down your spine. You could hear the smile in his voice as his hand trailed down to grab a handful of your ass, forceful enough to make you jump- he was enjoying every second of this.
"Jack, the girls." You snapped out of it and stepped away from him, Jack watching you intently as you picked up the now dirty knife and cleaned up your mess. "Girls, go get your shoes on and pack your backpacks, okay?" Brooklyn and Aaliyah ran out of the kitchen, and as soon as they were out of sight, Jack jumped you, his hands on your hips, digging into your flesh. "Didn't you just wake up?", you joked, even though you both knew he better not dare take his hands off of you. Your ran a hand through his messy curls, pushing them out of his face.
"I'm not the one with the staring problem", he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips. You didn't bite back, trying your best to resist him. You had so much to do today, taking the girls to school, grocery shopping, oil cha- your never ending to-do list slipped your mind when he deepened the kiss, taking your breath away as he pulled your bottom lip in between his teeth, his tongue taking creative liberties as it roamed your mouth.
"Mom!", you pushed him off of you at the sound of Brooklyn's voice. Jack rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the muscle before letting out a frustrated sigh. "Yes, baby?", you yelled back with huff. "Where are my pink sneakers?"
"I don't know Brookie? Can't you wear your green and white ones?"
"No! It doesn't match my outfit!", she shouted back. "Check the hall closet, B", Jack chimed in. You heard her rifle through the closet for a few seconds before letting out a squeal. "I found them!"
"Great", Jack mumbled as he placed a hand at the base of your neck, pulling you into him, your lips crashing together. "Jack, I need to get the girls to school", you breathed out when he gave you a reprieve, his gaze trapped on your swollen lips. He felt a warm buzzing over his entire body, as it was taking everything in him not to have his way with you right where the two of you stood.
"Come home right after you take the girls to school, okay?" His voice was that perfect mixture of groggy and husk after a long night's sleep. You didn't need to hear anything else to know what he had planned for you, the smile on his face, and his hand dangerously close to the waistband of your panties underneath your jeans was enough of a hint.
****
The house was a peaceful quiet when you returned. You took a minute to clean up the kitchen and the trail of items the girls left in their wake before heading upstairs.
"Jack?" You pushed your bedroom door open to find Jack passed out on the edge of the bed, his lips slightly pursed as he let sharp breaths out of his nostrils. You carefully settled down by his side, studying his face as his nose scrunched and his lashed fluttered. You stifled a giggle as you ran a finger down the bridge of his nose, stirring him awake. He hummed with a smile as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. "Five more minutes."
You gingerly pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger against his skin. "What happened to your plans for me?"
"That's why I need the sleep. I'm preserving my energy." He looked at you with lustful eyes, his lids heavy with exhaustion. "Go back to sleep baby, I know you're tired." You barely got propped on an arm to get up before he pulled you back down.
"Nah ah." You squealed as he flipped you on your back, his chest pressing your body into the mattress. "I'll sleep better once I know I've fucked you senseless."
You let out a sharp gasp as he latched onto your neck, his hands roaming down to your waist to unbutton your jeans. You grabbed onto his bicep to steady yourself as he pushed your pants past your hips. The moan you let out as you felt his muscles contract in your hand made Jack stop and sit up, straddling your hips. "I haven't even done anything yet", he chuckled as he worked to pull your shirt over your head.
"Sorry", you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He was your husband of many years, and still he had you giddy like a school girl. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. What's up?"
You almost passed out at the sight of his toned chest as he stripped his tank top off. "Um, does EJ have you doing something different?" Jack cocked his head at you. "What'd you mean?"
“I can tell you’ve been working out. Like you always look good, but lately-”. You couldn't even finish your sentence, biting your bottom lip as you grazed your fingers over the ripples of his abs. You toyed with the band of his boxers before pushing the fabric past his erection, springing his cock free to lay against his lower stomach. Jack let out a guttural groan, every muscle in his body tightening as he watched you begin to stroke the head of his cock, precum leaking from the tip and pooling in your palm. He was just as desperate for sex as you were, and he wasn't gonna last long at the speed you were moving your hand.
"That's enough", he huffed out, moving your arm, and hastily pushing your knees to your chest. He had run out of patience, electing to push your panties to the side instead of taking them off, his fingers playing with the wetness on your glistening pussy, and pressing a finger into your entrance just enough to make you feel the stretch before pulling out.
"Damn, if I knew you were this desperate for me, I would have taken care of you as soon as I came home last night." He was beaming with pride, cocky even, that only he could make you come undone like this. You let out a pitiful whimper, letting him know you were at your wits end, your fingers and toes tingling in anticipation. "I know, I know", he cooed over you as he pushed himself inside of you, slowly pushing past your cushiony walls till he was at the hilt, his pelvis pressing against your ass.
You were overcome with pleasure, your back arching as he began to rock his hips back and forth, giving you a chance to adjust to his size. You pulled his body weight on top of you by the chain around his neck, messily kissing him as he quickened his pace, his hips faltering as he struggled to focus on both tasks. You just needed every part of his body on yours, desperate for his touch as much as you were for him to fill you up.
Jack could feel your sense of urgency, breaking apart to look down at you. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere", he assured you, peppering kisses against your jawline. He moved his arms to frame your face as he quickened his pace, the sounds of your wetness filling the room as he continued to fuck you. You could feel the coil in your core tightened, every press of his pelvis against your pussy pressing against your sensitive clit. "Fuck, don't stop. Fu-faster please."
Jack was fighting against his internal clock, the warmth pooling in his stomach as he set a grueling pace, quickly sending you both hurdling towards your orgasms. You hooked your heels around his waist, pulling him in deeper with each stroke. "Fuck you feel so good", Jack panted in your ear, his face burrowing in the crook of your neck.
I'm coming", you moaned out, your head knocking back as he continued to thrust in and out of your squelching pussy. You felt the sweat on his scalp as you grabbed at the curls at the back of his neck, your orgasm washing over you as you came hard around his dick, your muscles clenching, dragging his orgasm out of him only seconds after yours. He took his time, pulling himself all the way out before pushing himself agonizingly slow into your pussy, pushing his release back into you and extending your orgasm, every single nerve ending in your body firing off with pleasure.
He pushed himself off of you and disappeared into the bathroom, emerging from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. You shivered as he wiped your inner thighs off, chuckling to himself at the sight of how sensitive you still were to his touch. "What?", you asked, draping an arm over your face to hide your bashfulness.
"Don't hide from me, babe. You know better than that." He climbed back into the bed next to you, pulling your leg to drape your thigh over his own, your cheek resting on his chest. You made him as equally giddy, and he knew you always would. "We can't go more than three days without doing that." His gesture made you giggle. "Sounds good to me."
He sat up quickly to grab his phone from the nightstand before laying back down. "What're you doing?", you knitted your brow together while you watched him send off a text. "I'm seeing if my mom can pick up the girls after school and watch them for the night."
"Why?", you asked. It was a school night, a typical Wednesday.
"We have a lot of catching up to do. I'm taking a nap, and then we're going for round two." Jack's face was dead serious, making your stomach flip. He tossed his phone to the side, before grabbing a blanket and draping it over your naked forms. "You better get some sleep too, I'm expecting a repeat performance."
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Kinktober 2023 day 3
Bath/shower sex and mommy kink with....
Fem! reader. Also contains some edging and roleplay. This is pre Stellaron Cocolia, she is still the Supreme Guardian btw
Your best friend Bronya's mother was your long-time crush, you had met her countless times and she always treated you so kindly and lovingly, like a true mother. You never once thought she'd agree to date you but she did, and she seemed quite eager about it as if she had the same thoughts for a while. But still, you decided to keep your relationship a secret from others, especially Bronya.
"Oh my, Y/n~ Have you come to meet Bronya?" Cocolia chimed as you stood on her doorway early morning, a small smirk on her face.
"Ah- not really, I was just...." you trailed off with a blush making her chuckle and grab your wrist.
"She already went out for training but you came at a perfect time. Come in, there is some help I require~"
You nodded and she swiftly pulled you inside her house then you followed her as she went to her room followed by opening the door to the bathroom.
"I was going to take a bath, would you help me wash my back?"
"S-Sure!" you agreed almost instantly and she smiled then instructed you to wait inside the bathroom while she fetched her clothes and other bathing things. Your mind rushed through various scenarios at the sudden turn of events, but you were more than glad to indulge in them. Cocolia came in soon after with just a towel wrapped around her body and her soft blonde hair tied into a bun.
"Hmm...." she hummed and approached you before pressing her body against you, "Why don't you take off your own clothes too? They might get wet otherwise. And I'll wash you as well as a way to return the favor." She leaned near your ear to whisper, "You'll let your mommy take care of you, right?~"
You shuddered at her husky voice and warm breath brushing your ear, clealry getting aroused from her ministrations. But you found yourself removing your clothes with haste and standing in front of her with a reddened face. She grinned then suddenly pushed you against the wall of the shower booth, the movement making her towel drop from her body and her beautiful breasts on display for you.
"Wait, Cocolia— mhm!~"
She instantly pressed her lips on yours, preventing you from speaking anything. This wasn't how you thought things would go when she proposed for you to help her bath, but now you realize it couldn't be more obvious.
"Your timing to come here was too perfect....I wonder if you were already aware of Bronya's morning training today?~"
"....She told me last night when we were chatting."
"My~ Such an opportunistic girl, your Supreme Guardian is impressed. Now, as promised, I'll wash you up~"
"I thought I was supposed to wash you first?"
"Now now, don't care of the details too much~"
She turned on the shower and started kissing you feverishly, her hands softly cupped your face while yours were wrapped around her waist and slowly moving down to cup her ass. She felt your hands roaming on her body and smirked before releasing the kiss.
"How impatient you are....so eager early in the morning~"
"I believe you are the eager one here, mommy~"
Ah, you shouldn't have said that. A switch flipped in Cocolia now. She harshly turned you around pressed you into the wall while snaking her arm around your waist and placing kisses on your back. Your back arched then her hand travelled down between your thighs and touched your slit, you let out a low moan feeling her fingers play with your clit while her lips sucked on your shoulder to leave marks.
"Being a bad girl so early in the morning. Do you want your mommy to discipline you?~"
"Mhm....y-yes....aahn~"
"Hehe, there there~ Leave everything to your mommy~"
She bit down on your neck and sucked hard, drawing a surprised gasp from you as her teeth sunk in your skin. Her fingers were already rubbing your folds now and you felt them prod at your hole before being pushed inside. You moaned and arched forward more, trying to support yourself on the wall but the slipperiness from the shower made it difficult.
"So wet....even with the water, I can tell these are your own juices dripping down. My girl is so eager for me~"
"Yes, mommy! Please, I want you inside!"
"Shh shh~ No need to be so restless, your mommy knows when you want it~"
Your mind was becoming hazy now, her fingers scissored inside your spongy walls and thrusted with ease. She hit all your sensitive spots easily, as if she knew your insides like the back of her hand. Her tongue lapped up your ear before gently nibbling on the edge while her other hand pulled you closer to herself.
"I-I'm cumming, mommy! Please let me!~"
Your moans resounded in the bathroom and Cocolia relished every single noise you let out. She suddenly flipped you once again to make you face her and immediately kissed you while thrusting her fingers in quick successions now.
"What a good girl I have. Come on, release for your mommy now~"
That's all you wanted to hear. You threw your head back as you finally orgasmed, coating her hand with your slick. She pulled it out and licked off every single drop before smiling and softly kissing you.
"You'll do your mommy too, right?~"
Your eyes widened but you quickly nodded making her chuckle, "Come with me, I prepared something extra~"
She lead you out of the shower booth and made you stand beside the bath tub that was already filled with water, rose petals and a fragrant body wash. You climbed in together and she straddled your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and lovingly gazing at you.
"This....did you already know I'd come?"
"Hehe~ No, I prepared this for myself earlier. But I get to share it with you now~"
You smiled at her and pulled her in to crash your lips on lips, engaging in a passionate and heated make out. Your lips glided over each other's with ease, your tongues intertwining in ecstasy. You felt her grind against your thigh, seeking her own release impatiently now.
"Come on, don't keep your mommy waiting~"
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Mudwood Manor
Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader
Word count: 3.1k
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mention, TW Blood, CW injury.
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You lay awake alone on the plush mattress that's not your own. Morning light filtering through the curtains, shining warmth right on your cheek. Your hand roaming around the soft fur of the blanket as the clock ticks slowly to eight. Eyes above the detailed swirling patterns on the bed's canopy, mind drifting back to the home you've left just a few days ago.
Tick.
Taking the ad for this house-sitting gig went better than you thought it would be. Thinking the house you would be watching over will just be a regular house in an urban subdivision. Not an estate full of ancient history situated in the middle of nowhere with only an elderly dog as a companion.
Tock.
At least it's better than your dead end job that makes you feel your soul is getting sucked with every hour you stay on the eighties musky carpeted floors, tapping away your entire life on the grainy screen of the corporate issued computer. The pay's good, better than what you were getting before anyway, even though it's only five months of house sitting it's way above your salary grade. You thank whatever entity out there that blew over the newspaper that literally landed on your lap while waiting for the bus stop, the 'help wanted' page open and glaring right at you. You only wish the job's longer though.
Tick.
The house being nice is an understatement, all oak and narra floors, fixtures and furniture made of the same wood. No sign of modernity in the entire estate. Even the kitchen is in an old style, well except for the coffee maker and microwave. Every hall and wall is covered in oil paintings, portraits of people dressed in old garb keep watch of your every move. The house creaks and shrieks during the late hours of the cold autumn night, always prompting you to keep your eyes tightly closed in an attempt to tamp down your curiosity.
Tock.
It's secluded enough that the air here feels crisp and cleaner than in the city. Trees whisper in the wind, moss clinging to its trunks. You suspect the house is as old as the woods that surround it. With vines curled and looped around the house's exterior and curved stained glass windows decorate its walls. Mudwood Manor they call it for every time it rains, mud gathers around the estate, threatening to swallow you like quick sand.
Chime!
The old grandfather clock's hand reaches eight, the sound echoes around the large room you've settled in. With an exhale, you reluctantly sit up, feet cold from the icy floor. Yawning, you wipe the sleep off your face, bones crying out in protest.
Lumbering your way through the usual morning routine, you change out of your pajamas even though no one else would see you in it, you still wear your usual day clothes, always feeling like you have to dress appropriately in this opulent house. If jeans and a jumper is considered appropriate in the massive estate.
The bathroom is no different than the rest of the house. With the large stark white bathtub in the middle of its tiled floors, twin sinks covered in dark marble, golden faucets squeak open as you turn the knob to brush your teeth. The entire bathroom is as big as your flat back in the city, you scoff at the extravagance of it all.
You like to think the owner of the place fits well with the manor, as eccentric and elegant as their home– all pearls and gold rings, silk and cashmere on their body. But alas you've never met him or them personally, only talking details on the telephone, his gruff voice vibrating against the receiver. They leave the key under the large mat after you've driven three hours to get there. The only clue you have of them actually existing is the instructions they've left you. The note now pinned on the fridge stocked full of food that could last you the entire five months, not to mention the large pantry that could feed an entire village.
You've got everything you'll ever need to survive five months alone. The thought scares you for a bit, but with the silence, fresh air and an entire library of books that you've never thought you could read in your lifetime, the loneliness isn't all bad, the place calms you down; if not for the bouts of sadness, you could see this place as your home for the time being.
The old border collie waits for you in the kitchen, mismatched eyes staring at your form, her tongue lolling on the side, greeting you with what you see as a smile.
"Morning, old Nellie" you greet back with a quick pet on her fluffy head, taking the time to scratch behind her ears. She wags her tail happily, while her eyes are closed in content. You've decided to talk from time to time so that you don't lose your voice, which Nellie appreciates the chatter.
You feed Nellie her breakfast first before fixing one yourself. She eats it in glee. The instructions written in neat cursive jumps at you every morning before opening the fridge.
You can't help but read it again.
1. Do not let anyone in.
You thought that was reasonable enough, it's not your place to invite people in here anyway.
2. Do not wipe the salt line on the doors and windows.
Now that's weird, you've always thought, but to each their own. The salt probably helps with keeping out the smell or rodents. Right?
3. The house is old, the sounds at night are from the metal pipes and scaffolding. Nothing to worry about.
Creepy, it's not like the place needs an extra creep factor added in it.
4. Feed Nellie three times a day without fail. Take her on walks around the estate every morning and before the sun sets.
That's alright, taking care of pets was part of the deal anyway. And it doesn't hurt that Nellie's a good dog to hang around with.
5. Do not in any circumstance go to the woods.
6. Wear the necklace at all times.
Your eyes drift over to the simple circular metal necklace sitting on the counter top, scoffing, you chose not to wear it just because an eccentric millionaire tells you to.
7. Only eat and drink the food I have provided.
You don't think you want to meet the owners now with how creepy they are just based on his instructions. Possessive much?
8. Be wary.
A shiver runs down your spine by just reading those two words.
You shake it off, opening the fridge, nothing piques
your interest this morning. Huffing, you have a hankering for fresh bread, alas you've eaten the last loaf yesterday. The strawberry jam inside the fridge mocks you. You recall on your drive to the manor you've passed by a small village, you're sure the place has a bakery or even a café in it. You crave a different scenery, and to use your voice other than for talking to Nellie.
Turning around, you put your hands on your hips, smiling at your companion who licks at the last bit of food in her bowl.
"What do you say for a stroll, Nellie?" She tilts her head in question, ears perking up, tail wagging excitedly.
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You've never felt more isolated from civilization while walking towards the village, no houses run along the bumpy road, just miles and miles of trees with its aging wood, wild violets swaying around its trunks. The tall grass makes it hard to see the path. Mist blanketing and moistening the soil.
The walk was a lot longer than you thought it would be, now you're absolutely starving after walking for almost an hour. Nellie wasn't complaining though, for an older dog she seems to have so much energy in her. The village has clearly seen history, with its cobblestone streets, iron lampposts and ancient bricks. The fog thickens, blanketing the roofs of the village like marshmallow fluff.
You tie her leash around a lamp post, petting her fluffy head, you instruct her to sit and stay. She obliges, staring happily at you through her blue and brown eyes.
"Good girl, I'll be back in a flash" you make a mental note of buying her a treat for being such a good sport while you drag her from the manor.
Entering the shop, the bells chime signaling your arrival. Freshly baked bread wafts your senses as various meat is on display over at the counter, waiting for your perusal. You smell the soup of the day, judging by the aroma, you deduce it being butter squash soup, your stomach rumbles at the thought.
The modest shop has quite a few people in it. They chatter amongst their friends whilst eating breakfast and drinking their morning tea. Another patron enters behind you, she greets everyone by name, while the others immediately greet her the same. Well, except for a group of strangers sitting at the far end, they pay her no mind at all. It's a small village, you never doubted for a second that everyone would know every person that lives here. You've anticipated it actually, so used to being alienated from the crowd, you haven't noticed the old woman beckoning you over with a smile.
"Bonnie?" She calls for the third time.
"Oh! Sorry, I was thinking what to order" you move closer to the counter, the chill from the cold cuts display seeps through your jumper.
"You're the new caretaker at the old manor I presume?" She grins sweetly, showing her smile lines around her lips.
"House-sitter, I'm only here for five months" you're wary about telling her vital information, but she's an old woman. What's the harm in telling her that?
"Oh, I see he's going for a quick business trip this time. He would usually take an entire year away, y'know" her thick accent makes it hard for you to understand some of her words. Nonetheless, you don't miss the vital information about your mysterious employer. "But I don't gossip" she chuckles, "what will it be, deary?"
"You know Mr. O'hara, the owner?"
"Aye, known him since he was a lad. Good kid he was." She shakes her head. "There I go gossiping again, what are you havin'?"
You want more answers to feed your curiosity, but you don't want to pester the poor woman. "A BLT with cheese if you have them, lightly toasted and some of the soup, please." she nods, heading over to her station to prepare your sandwich when an older man chides in your conversation.
"Oh please, Orla y'know stopping yourself from gossiping just hurts you more" he laughs from his belly, white beard bouncing as he guffaws with his friends sitting him with.
"This" Orla, gestures from you to her. "Was a private conversation, where's your manners?"
"Don't know where I last put it!" He laughs again, shaking the wooden table in front of him. "Miss, let me guess, O'hara gave you those crazy rules?"
You perk up at the mention of the list. "Yeah, he did. How'd you know?"
He shrugs while the other patrons listen in, "he does the same thing to his other caretakers, there's a 'be wary' one, right?"
"Yes, it's really creepy"
The old woman pipes up, talking over her shoulder as she slices your sandwich. "It's a necessary evil after what happened to his daughter"
"What happened to his daughter?" You ask with trepidation.
"Don't tell me you actually believe that, old woman?" The older man argues back.
"Believe what?" You feel like there's an inside joke you keep missing.
"She was taken by them." Orla, turns around with your soup packed in a tupperware. You look at her questioningly.
"Bullshit if you ask me" the old man mumbles behind his mug. He sees your confused look, "she's talking about the fae" you thank him with a nod.
"It's true!" She wraps your sandwich inside foil, carefully putting it inside the paper bag. "There's no logical answer on where she is! Now it's just O'Hara in that massive estate."
"Kid just ran away, that's all!" Another older man argues back.
"Pssh," Orla swats him away with her hand, he turns away with a scoff. She turns back towards you, ringing your order up in the cashier. "Just do what his list says and you'll be fine" she says it like a warning to never stray far from the rules.
"Why do you think it's the fae?" You give her the payment she needs.
Humming, she clicks her tongue. "Just know it's them."
"Okay, um thank you" drifting away, she holds your arm back, taking your attention again.
Orla looks at you with wide eyes. "You know about them, yes?"
"Yes, like don't eat their food or you'll get stuck or don't give them your name or say thank you. I've heard the folk stories"
"Not just a story. The wood sings and they crave an audience." she lets go of your arm, your breath hitching, goosebumps appear on your skin.
You shake the thought, or try to at least.
The door chimes as you leave. Nellie lays on the pavement, tail wagging as she sees you come back to her side.
"Hi, got you something" she stands up, barking at you in excitement. "Okay, okay, here" Chuckling, you take a slice of bacon from your sandwich, giving it to her.
Nellie carefully takes it from your hand without biting your fingers, she chews happily.
"Good?" You scratch behind her fluffy ear. "Let's go back" untying her leash, you juggle the sandwich and her lead with your hands. The horror stories you've been told in your youth echoes in your mind, as your soft footfalls on the moist pavement. Wind rushes past you, pushing you back towards the manor.
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Arriving inside the gates of Mudwood Manor, you gaze at the large brick building. It casts a shadow over you, its stature imposing. Fading bricks and trellises crawling with overgrown vines that's starting to wither and turn dark with bits of oranges and red still clinging to its last life. The large red door of the main entrance adds to your uneasiness. You attribute the fear from what the deli owner told you, the woods don't look much better. Tall trees with leaves so thick it blocks sunlight from hitting the undergrowth. From where you're standing, darkness seems to prevail inside. The thick fog added to the eeriness of the scene. It drapes over the treeline like curtains, swirling smoke falling down to the tips of your shoes, hiding something behind you can't quite see.
Just staring from the woodland edge gives you a sense of belonging with every second you stand idle. You have no idea why this feeling encapsulates you. The wind tries to push you towards the dark, flashes of autumn colored leaves swirl past. Eyelashes fluttering in the wind, your lips part as you listen to the flora dancing in the wind, as if it beckons you over. Daring you to cross the edge.
You wake up from the trance as Nellie growls at a squirrel taunting her from the ground. She pulls at her leash, the rope taut, your hand aches at the burn. You let go of the paper bag, half eaten soup spills over the grass, now holding the leash with both hands, you struggle to control the border collie.
"Nellie, calm down!" You yelp in pain when Nellie lunges, escaping your hold. The rope leaves angry marks on your palms, skin aching from the piercing pain. Nellie runs, following the grey squirrel into the woods. You can hear her barks fading in the distance. "Nellie! Come back!" You yell but it's futile as the old dog disappears from view.
"Fuck!" Without thinking, you run after her, legs carrying you further into the thick trees. The fog parts, opening the way. Eyes roaming the moss covered soil for her footprints. "Nellie!"
You're gonna lose your job, the thought makes you run faster. Tripping on a rock, you land on your already injured hand, dirt and grime sticking to the angry gashes, blood mixing with soil. Ignoring the pain, you push through the thicket.
Running, muscles aching, there's a stitch on your side as you stop to catch your breath. Hands on your thighs, you inhale and exhale. Nellie's footprints are barely visible under all the green and orange. Standing to your full height, your heart thumping like a drum under your ribcage. Eyes widening at the darkness that envelopes you, whirling around, fear overtakes your entire being.
You're lost.
Everywhere you look, identical trees fill your vision, cold seeping into your bones, smoke escapes your parted lips. Fingers turning stiff, you turn around when you hear Nellie's familiar bark.
"Nellie! Come here, girl!" You clap your hands to get her attention. "Nellie!"
Another bark echoes out in the dark, with only bits of sunlight filtering through the thicket, you let your other senses guide you to the sound. Speed walking, dry leaves crunch under your shoes, you call out to Nellie again. Narrowly avoiding a tree root protruding from the ground, you step over it so you don't land face first into the moist soil.
You stop when silence permeates the woods again. Standing still, a ring of mushrooms at your feet, you breathe heavily. "Nellie!" Frustrated, you yell again.
Instinctively stepping past a mushroom, you move your neck around, eyes roaming, looking for her white and black fur. Your palms land to your clammy forehead, wincing when you graze your injury.
"Fuck!" You stop circling around when the woods seem to expand right in front of your eyes, moving, flinging away, adding to the acres of wooded land. Vision focusing and unfocusing as the expanse extends further away. Fear once again blankets your nerves. Your mind claws at you to keep running.
"Lost?" A deep voice asks behind you. Alluring, tempting you to answer back.
Your blood suddenly runs cold. Primal fear makes your heart leap out of your chest.
Light suddenly appears behind you, your shadow gets taller and taller until it finally leaves you. Alone, you don't dare look behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stands up despite the warmth radiating from behind. Trepidation howls inside you.
Blood rushes in your ears, knuckles tighten, nails digging into skin as crimson drips on the tall grass below.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, curiosity wins over you.
You dare look behind.
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What are some ways to describe summer ?
Summer is not just a season; it’s a vibrant setting that can add life and color to your writing. Whether you’re crafting a sun-soaked romance or a beach thriller, the way you describe summer can immerse readers in your story. Let’s dive into how you can capture the essence of summer, focusing on the various senses and elements that make this season unique.
Sights
Sunsets that paint the sky in hues of orange, pink, and purple.
Children chasing ice cream trucks down suburban lanes.
Sunbathers dotting the coastline.
Sprinklers casting rainbows across freshly mowed lawns.
Flower gardens in full bloom, a riot of colours.
Sunglasses showing reflections of the bright world.
Sun hats and flip-flops scattered around pool decks.
Fireflies illuminating the night.
Street markets bustling with locals buying fresh produce.
Hikers on forest trails.
Sounds
The cacophony of cicadas in the late afternoon.
Waves crashing against the shore in a constant rhythm.
The sizzle and pop of barbecues in backyards.
Children’s laughter as they play outside.
Ice clinking in glasses of lemonade or cocktails.
The distant whirr of lawn mowers.
Splashes and shouts from swimming pools.
Chirping songbirds greeting the morning.
The crackle of bonfires during cool summer nights.
The melodic chimes of ice cream trucks roaming the streets.
Smells
The salty tang of sea air at the beach.
The overpowering scent of chlorinated pools.
Freshly cut grass after morning lawn care.
The scent of sunscreen and tanning oils on warm skin.
The smoky aroma of grills at a neighborhood cookout or family barbeque.
Fragrant blossoms like jasmine and roses in full bloom.
The earthy smell of rain on hot pavement.
The mix of fruits, vegetables, fried food, and flowers at an open-air market.
Melting tar with an accompanying heat shimmer on hot roads.
Campfire smoke clinging to clothes and hair during outdoor adventures.
Activities
Beach volleyball games, sand flying as players dive for the ball.
Leisurely picnics in the shade of ancient trees.
Hiking trips taking advantage of the long daylight hours.
Sailing and boating, the wind filling sails on sunlit waters.
Outdoor concerts, where music floats on the warm night air.
Road trips with car windows down, hair whipping in the wind.
Fruit picking in orchards and berry farms.
Camping under the stars, a tent and a sleeping bag for a home.
Water fights with hoses, water guns, and balloons.
Attending summer festivals full of food, music, and dance.
Character body language
Wiping sweat from the brow or fanning themselves to cool down.
Squinting against the harsh sunlight or seeking out spots of shade.
Sipping cold drinks, or gulping down water.
Lounging lazily, limbs relaxed and sprawled out.
Applying sunscreen meticulously.
Adjusting sunglasses or hats for better protection.
Dipping toes tentatively into the sea or a pool.
Tugging at clothes sticking to sweat-dampened skin.
Laughing with carefree abandon, a reflection of summer’s ease.
Turning pages of a paperback with fingers damp from pool water.
Positive descriptions
The liberating feeling of diving into cool water on a scorching day.
The tranquil peace of a sunrise beach yoga session.
The simple pleasure of ice cream melting on the tongue.
The bliss of a hammock nap swayed by a gentle breeze.
The joy of endless blue skies promising adventure.
The warmth of sun-kissed skin after a day outdoors.
The satisfaction of a well-tended garden coming to life.
The contentment of sharing a sunset with loved ones.
The thrill of catching the perfect wave while surfing.
The comfort of balmy evenings spent on porch swings.
Negative descriptions
The oppressive heat making the air feel thick and suffocating.
The relentless buzzing of mosquitoes on a muggy night.
The sting of sunburn after a day of neglecting sunscreen.
The frustration of packed tourist spots and overcrowded beaches.
The exhaustion induced by long days and sweltering heat.
The discomfort of air thick with humidity.
The annoyance of sand finding its way into every nook and cranny.
The disappointment of a rained-out picnic or canceled event.
The lethargy of a heatwave, energy sapped by the relentless sun.
The discomfort of trying to sleep in an overheated, uncooled room.
Helpful Adjectives
Scorching
Balmy
Sultry
Languid
Radiant
Dazzling
Parched
Breezy
Rippling
Sweltering
Sunny
Lush
Blistering
Tropical
Vibrant
Humid
Verdant
Golden
Glowing
Fragrant
Torrid
Tranquil
Crisp
Sizzling
Flaming
Steamy
Refreshing
Shimmering
Lazy
Stifling
Invigorating
Sparkling
Zesty
Fervent
Stuffy
Arid
Saturated
Juicy
Sunbaked
Fetid
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As YOU Wish
pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
wc: 1.1k
summary: on the search for a particular book, you have a brief encounter with the owner of a local bookstore. But perhaps the ex-FBI agent also finds himself in search of something more after meeting you
cw: based on the netflix show You so Spencer is a red flag here
an: my cousin wrote the summary and it sounds so cute i had half a mind to rewrite this to just be an innocent meet cute
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The bell above the door chimed, signaling to Spencer that a customer had arrived—the first of the day, actually. He glanced up from the register to see a young woman about his age enter. Beautiful, he thought. He was taking in every aspect of your appearance as quickly as he could. The way you styled your hair, the color of your eyes, the worn-out pair of Converse that rivaled his own pair. He shook his head once to clear his thoughts, not wanting to embarrass himself before he even had the chance to ask for your name.
He plastered a smile on his face and greeted you with a “good morning”.
“Good morning,” you said, returning the smile.
Spencer watched you roam around the store, seemingly browsing more than looking for anything in particular. He noticed the way you gently ran your fingers over the spines of some of the books before pulling them from the shelves to read their summaries. Definitely cherishes her books. But no matter what book you pulled, it was always returned to its place. Spencer began taking notice of the way your eyes roved the many titles available, a small frown becoming more and more prominent the more you looked. Maybe you are looking for something. He voiced his thoughts aloud and called out, “Can I help you find anything?”
You turned to face the admittedly very handsome employee. The smile you gave him this time was one of embarrassment, feeling unreasonably foolish that he’d noticed you struggling to find what you were looking for. From Spencer’s point of view though, that embarrassment looked an awful lot like shyness, which was easily interpreted as interest. Hopefully as much as he had in you.
“Yes, please. I’m trying to find The Princess Bride,” you answered.
Spencer thought about it for a moment, trying to remember if it was in the fantasy, adventure, or romance section. “It is . . .” he started, dragging out the last syllable as he walked farther into the shelves with you following close behind. “right here,” he finished, gesturing to the book in question.
“Thank you!” you exclaimed excitedly. Just before you were going to reach for it, an idea struck you. You hoped and prayed that he’d understand, otherwise you’d just be embarrassing yourself again. Should that happen, you'd simply never come back to this store and would probably dwell on it for the rest of your life. You decided to take the chance anyway. “Fetch me that book?” you asked him.
Spencer looked at you incredulously. Is she serious? The shelf is barely above her head, she could reach it with no pro—
He chuckled as he realized what you were referencing. He grinned down at you as he pulled the book from the shelf. “As you wish.”
You giggled as he handed it to you. “So happy you understood that. I think I would have died of shame if you didn’t.”
That got a true laugh out of the handsome man. “I’ll admit it took me a second to get it, but that was perfect. Have you read it before or just watched the movie?”
“I’ve read it before, but my copy has up and vanished. It’s one of my favorites, so it was imperative that I get another one.”
He nods as if in understanding but his expression is one of confusion. “If it’s one of your favorites, then how did you lose it?”
“I just moved here recently. Went through all of my boxes but still can’t find it, so I’ve chalked it up to it getting lost in the move.”
“Well then, I’m glad to have been of assistance. Is that all you were looking for today?”
“For today, yes, but I’ll definitely be back. I don't think I’ve ever been in a bookstore as cozy as this one.”
Spencer beamed at you, pleased with your praise of the shop he’d worked so hard to establish. “Thank you. I worked very hard to make it that way.”
You looked at him quizzically. “You designed the shop?”
“No, I own it,” he said humorously. “Spencer Reid, owner of Reid’s Reads. It’s nice to meet you,” he introduced himself, even going as far as to offer you his hand, which ordinarily he’d never do. But the thought of initiating any kind of skin-to-skin contact was too thrilling to pass up.
“I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you, too,” you said, shaking the hand he’d offered.
“If that’s all you need then I can go ahead and get you checked out?” His eyes were wide and expressive as he looked to you for confirmation.
“Oh. Right.” Heat rose to your cheeks unbidden and you tried your best to keep your emotions in check. But unbeknownst to you, Spencer was a former FBI agent that specialized in such things, not to mention a certified genius. How cute. She’s blushing again. He also took note of the poorly hidden upturn of your lips. Why so shy? Just smile at me, sweetheart.
He gestured for you to walk ahead of him. “Ladies first.”
He followed behind you to the register, glad for the opportunity to check you out in more ways than one.
You placed the book on the counter, and Spencer resumed his position behind the register. He scanned the book and read out the price to you. Pay with a card. Pay with a card. Pay with a card. he chanted mentally.
Bingo. You pulled the piece of plastic from your wallet and handed it to him. He read the name as subtly as he could. You’d given him your first name, but a first name wouldn't be enough to find you online. He swiped your card and bagged your book, making sure to let his hand brush against yours as he handed the items to you.
“It was nice meeting you, Y/n. Do come again.”
“Oh, I will. Have a good day!” you said as you were leaving, giving him a small wave. The bell chimed as the door was opened again, and his eyes remained on your figure as he watched you through the large windows at the front of the store until you were out of sight.
With your full name now committed to memory, he planned on finding every trace of you online that he could as soon as he was home from work. He was no Penelope Garcia, but this wasn't something he particularly wanted the FBI involved in.
And so, for the rest of the day, his thoughts were consumed with only one thing: you.
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Deny the truth,set my world on fire (Part 4)
Bucky Barnes x Reader
(Winter Soldier x Reader)
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Part 3 ⋆*・゚:⋆*
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He knew that she was having an affair...she denies,
but the love marks on her body are still there.
She can't tell him the truth, it will break him - the Winter Soldier
is indeed inside of him, fucking her at night and Bucky doesn't remember.
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Quotes - Pushkin, Fyodor Tyutchev, Dostoyevsky
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Warnings - heavy ANGST, some fluff
Words - 3000
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Song ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆Eventually
Did i cry from my own fic? Yes?
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4 years ago
Bucky’s triggers words were present more than anything, anyone else in his life. Beneath the sheet of gleaming snow, his human-self slept for decades, frozen in time. And everywhere he goes, it follows him; the past is always spreading ashes of memories : all of Winter’s footprints are effaced by her love, the waves of fury are at peace – she is his homeland shores, grounding his soul like an anchor.
„Ah, my last love! Thou art both bliss and pain. And joy - and hopelessness-“
Bucky moves to sit next to her on the couch, putting an arm around her and pulls her in close until his head rests on her shoulder.
„Doll, what are you quoting?“ he squints his eyes, quotes always brush against the edge of his curiosity, before taking a peek at her book.
„My last love; Fyodor Tyutchev“ she proclaims, hardly attempting to hide her growing smirk.
„Am I your last love?“
He drawls, a bit of sarcasm touching his tone, but he feels the seed of doubt embed in his heart at his own words echoes in his head. She just giggles, looking at him with glittering eyes, not moving from her comfortable repose.
„Of course, Bucky“ She smiles and nods, before turning her gaze to the book once again, rolling the paper sheet between her fingers and gazing at it thoughtfully.
„Read me more, I want to hear more“ he mumbles after completing an impressive yawn. He adjusts his position to get more comfortable on the couch as she continues to read, with his head on her lap.
His soul is a wounded dove, it has a painful, longing call. A flying bird about to fall, that was poisoned, festered with the past…and now Bucky is surrendering in her embrace, and quietly drinks the healing rays of poem; of poetry - drinking mouthfuls from this healing light, her light – finally seeing the world bright and complete.
"It is amazing what one ray of sunshine can do for a man!”
― Dostoyevsky
3 years ago
„Snow, frost and sunshine ... Lovely morning! Yet you, dear love, its magic scorning, Are still abed ... Awake my sweet!“
Suddenly her voice sounds in the nothing of the night. Though no louder than falling snow, it cuts across the emptiness, so shocking in the endless silence that the words seem craved into his mind, crackle of emotions infuses the void of his soul after the nightmare.
„Winter morning, Pushkin. Why do you always read me that when I have nightmares, doll?“ he feels an oppressive weight settling over him.
„Because after a raging snowstorm, a lovely morning always follows, Bucky“
„Yeah, because you are the sunshine in my mornings“ He burbles out a delirious giggle as sweat streams down his face. Having her in his life is a kiss-inspired dream, he needs to touch her to make sure she is real.
With his shoulders squared and his body tenses from the unknown reality, his hand gently outstretches to her face. She responds by inching impossibly closer into his palm with sliver of softness in her eyes.
She is real.
2 years ago
Nature is an artist as it strokes swiftly a winter wonderland. But now, wretches, every drop of blood — don't stain the innocent snow. The scene is set, exquisitely divine — snow always pluck the vibrating strings of Bucky's mind, but her voice is enough to make his worries melt away. Sometimes they talk of the past where еre any roamed or died. They talk of old times when Winter only meant death and not Christmas chimes.
There is no wind to speak of, more an icy winter chill outside; because If he wants to overcome the whole world, he needs to overcome himself so they go for a walk to the park, snow crunching beneath their feet.
Their hearts are not connected to each other through mutual understanding alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through the wounds of his past — hanging by a string, loosely holding him from collapsing. And she knows when thoughts are tossing him around, bathing in his blood — so she chooses to speak.
„I still remember that amazing moment. When you appeared before my sight. As though a brief and fleeting omen, Pure phantom in enchanting light.“
„Doll, I really think that you love Pushkin more than me“
„I remember reading him for the first time, it was so romantic“
„You are telling me that meeting me was not romantic?“
„Sometimes I just imagine meeting you in a café, far away from here - I imagine that nothing bad has happened to you, Bucky. Sometimes I wish you didn’t remember the past.“
And this is what Bucky learns now: that her love is an antidote to his worries, always, that stands within this otherness of the world, of nature — the beauty and the mystery of the Winter season, out in the fields or deep inside their favorite books at home — both those activities, her ideas; are re-dignifying his worst-stung soul. He doesn’t need to fight darkness. Bring the light, and darkness will disappear, she is his light.
She uses his moment of distraction to move away and makes a small ball of snow and throws it right at his nose.
„I was thinki-“ Bucky shouts as he wipes the snow from his face.
She has the audacity to laugh as he removes the snow, and he decides to chase her. Bucky easily tackles her into the snow, putting his arm around her to make sure she wouldn't get hurt in the fall, faces very close together.
„Now, this is romantic, Bucky“
He nodes his head, speechless still. To heal is to touch with love that which was previously touched by Hydra.
Present
„How are you holding, Buck?“
„I’ve lived too long with the pain, I won’t know who am I without it“
„You still quote stuff just like you did with her, Buck. Why don’t you talk to her, she is still recovering I talked with her today“
„She doesn’t remember anything, I want her to move on“ his inquisitiveness nearly outweighed his reluctance to talking to Sam about it, attempting to simmer the flames of the protective nature over her.
„She might remember, she needs time, Buck-“ Sam pressures him with a challenging look that he more than gladly returns.
Bucky considers the proposal and the fact that Sam is giving him a guarded expression that seems so hopeful, followed by a slight nod of his head before speaking.
„The time I spend at Wakanda, with Shiru- I’ve decided to go with the procedure. I can’t trust my mind unless they restart my bra-“
„You can’t-“
Bucky rises from the chair and is halfway to the door of Sam’s house when he turns and says
„Enough, Sam, please“
Bucky has fond a peace in nature which was irreplaceable once; he steps outside looking at the colorful sunset. The sun is out, but he is cold, eyes are wild, but the mind is asleep, the world is alive, but Bucky has dead.
Nature is love, nature reminds him of her, but he is aloof of everything that screams live for today — he died the moment he woke up to her laying in the white sheets.
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Flowers will grow back after he stepped on then and maybe in a less miserable times they may see each other again — all his grief says the same things „this is not how it’s supposed to be“ and the world laughs and holds at his hope by the throat „but this is how it is“
The final turn is that. Oh, how strongly grabs them, the secret plot of fate and everywhere he goes, it follows him; the past is always spreading ashes of memories: all of Bucky’s footprints of love are effaced by Winter, the waves of fury are not at peace – no longer is there a homeland shore, no longer someone grounds his lost soul like an anchor.
The sadness won’t last forever, he won’t be able to remember it and for the last time Bucky goes to sleep so he could see her in his dreams for the last time – she taught him everything except to how to live without her – the present feels like the past.
It’s a fitting punishment for a monster to want something so much, to hold it in his arms and know beyond a doubt that he never deserved it, that he ruined it – his soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly shallows him whole – Bucky is too gone to be healed – he almost robbed her of her life. Now, she will carry the scars forever, but he selfishly remembers their love, there was love and it was theirs.
Bucky was too deeply afraid to face her, that the moment their eyes meet and she finds herself staring at a stranger and he will realize that he has become a person she no longer recognizes – he stares at the poem she left for him, it makes him smile, because it reminded him of him and her; of what they used to do – James doesn’t want this to be the end of the chapter but it is – it’s the end of the line for love – nothing ever ends poetically he realizes end and his trust to poetry, it was not beautiful – it was just pain.
He performs autopsies on their conversations long ago – he can to lie Sam, but he can’t lie to the hole deep inside – he lets himself cry, it’s better than feeling nothing at – wearing her shirt, because it’s still smells like her, but it will soon fade like his memories of her, of everything, erased forever.
How can he live with a conscience that suffers whilst acknowledging his sin; with the memory of knowing she left this poem behind, thinking she would die from his own hands?
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I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly, I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.
Your sincerely, your Doll
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„Excuse me for interrupting, but I just saw that you are reading `The Brothers Karamazov` and couldn’t resist coming to talk to you“ a calm voice cut through the silence.
„Oh, I just wanted to reread it- you can sit with me“
She has a thoughtful look on her face, heart shattering into so many tiny fragments that it is hard to speak, it leaves her incredulously blinking when she sees his blue eyes eerily crystalline. She only heard about him in periodic whispers over the mouths, hearing about his recovery and adjustment to life all over again.
She never intended to stay long, but she does because it is peaceful and she is not in a rush to leave, but his presence is overwhelming, feeling the presence of eternal harmony, fully achieved just like before.
„I need to go for work, it was nice meeting you“
She senses that she should be following a different path, a path where their lines don’t cross. It is too much, she can barely breathes. There is a furious discontent from a moment, which verged on loathing; for her to have all of her memories and for him to be just a stranger taking interest in her book.
This inexhaustible fantasy of them meeting again, of them reading books again – she needs to get out here of here, but then Bucky speaks and it’s impossible to smash the idea of them being together into splinters and turn it to dust – his eyes are the ocean, all flows and connects when their eyes meet.
„Wait, can I get your number?“ he whispers from beside her, worry clear on his face at her sudden urge to go. He continues to stare intently into her eyes, waiting for their gazes to meet again and he feels his heartbeat speeding up.
„Oh?“ Bucky almost chokes on the air as she turns around to face him, not responding with any words. She just furrows her eyebrows slightly.
And it hurts so good that its Bucky’s own free unfettered choice to ask her, to come speak with her.
„I want to buy you a book“ his blue eyes trail from her eyes, to her lips thinking about how gorgeous this girl is.
She is not sure which is worse – the intense feeling of him being here, or the absence of his previous love for her. Maybe it will be worse if she doesn’t let herself be part of his new life. She is too afraid of giving herself to someone she might lose again, she is too afraid that Winter might come again. Her loyalty to his past, to keeping it a secret its want cost her the most and she needs to bare all of her sins all over again, to keep a secret.
„You don’t want to take me on a date?“ she questions while watching him with an amused gaze.
„Yeah, yeah – I want to do that, too“ he responses with uncertainty laced in his voice, trying to hide a nervous laugh between closed lips.
“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again”
„Is that a quote?“ he shrugged, looking startled.
„Yeah, it’s from the book, James“
„How do you know my name?“ it is a tormenting thought that refuses to take shape, not even sure if he wants to know the explanation behind this.
“I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer” Her eyes get a little teary, but she's quick to put a lid on her emotions, it is overwhelming that he doesn’t remember any of her favorite quotes, of the quotes she used to tell him.
„Where is that from?“
„Idiot“
„Excuse me?“
„The Idiot, Fyodor Dostoevsky“ she hesitatingly looks at him, he is already looking at her with those ocean blue orbits that hold so much kindness, curiosity, just as they used to.
„Oh…that was clever, I will give you that“ he laughs to himself, shoulders shaking with humor.
„And I will give you my number“
„Really?“
„No“
“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken”
„That is from Crime and Punishment“ she purposely tries to add amusement to her voice, trying to appear as this has never happened before. She is frozen, words caught in her throat.
„Yeah.“ He licks his bottom nervously.
"O-okay, I will give you my number"
An invisible thread ties them together – the pull the drag deep inside beneath her skin, the heavy gravity of him. She loved him enough to spend forever waiting, no amount of time is ever enough and even one day if forever runs out, she will be fine, because it’s her decision waiting for Bucky, getting to love him all over again.
To exist with him is her greatest privilege and pain – but he has settled into the depth of her soul because, she has found what she loves and it almost killed her – the thought of him forgetting her terrified her before, but it probably terrified him too before his mind was fully reset – she searches for quotes which remind her of them, but he probably did too.
This time she is learning him slowly, taking her time; in no rush with her love – there are oceans in James’ eyes and when she looks at them, both emotions and memories hit me waves. Sometimes she wants to scream so loud that the ground trembles, there is so much fear and grief within her that she is decaying from the inside out and there is no one to help me but herself.
She needs to stay silent, need to be here for him once again – she loved him and will love parts of him that are not easy to love, turning the pages gently and helping him re-write a happy ending to his narrative.
She has loved none, but him and it cuts her soul a million times just to form a constellation to light his way home – angry and half in love with the new him and tremendously sorry for how it turned out for them – it’s not a metaphor, this ache, this fear of Winter all over – but all Bucky’s life was grey before meeting her one day at the café. He brushes up against pink and the barest touch and - the rest of his life is green again, green like Spring.
He doesn’t know who he is and the cycle begins again – he pierces her soul ,she is half agony and half love – Bucky is too tangled there, finding his way back to her unknowingly.
And that’s how Bucky imagines it, meeting her all over again after his procedure - in a café, far away from here - he imagines that nothing bad has happened to her.
Sometimes he wishes he was just Bucky, sometimes he wishes that the past has never happens - sorrow compresses his heart. His grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy of that daydream.
Her memories never returned.
Bucky’s memories were deleted successfully.
They never met again.
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“The most monstrous monster is the monster with noble feelings”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Eternal Husband
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had to write a Steve-centric Mother's Day thingy too. this one is sad like my Eddie one yesterday, but at least my boys are smiling by the end???
Mother's Day, 1998
Eddie tries not to watch from his prime position on the couch as Steve paces back and forward in the kitchen. He stops every now and then to linger by the phone mounted on the wall near the table.
Okay so maybe Eddie peers above his notebook once or twice and follows swiftly by looking down at Joanie, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of crayons as she colours at the coffee table. Steve sighs loud enough that the sound travels into the living room. Eddie listens as he punches in a number and walks off, presumably stretching the cord as far from earshot as possible.
"Shit," he curses.
"You swore," Joanie chimes, not looking up from her colouring book.
"I expect a freebie today, munchkin," he peeks out from his notebook to find Joanie glaring.
"...Fine," she agrees after a long pause.
He grumbles and scribbles out the most recent lines of his poem, the rhyming couplet suddenly feeling too saccharine for the general mood of today.
He should have known better, considering Steve emerged from the bedroom relatively late (for him) cradling his favourite sickly little furball Meatloaf like a baby - which he continued to do all morning. The poor thing is now teetering on the kitchen island, abandoned and desperate to get down.
Eddie hops up, rushing to the cat before he can get into too much trouble. Meatloaf whimpers, his meow more like a cry, regardless of whether his keeper has left him on his lonesome or not. He cringes at the sound. It's just so goddamn sad and certainly, a noise he could do without today especially.
He releases Meatloaf, now free to roam the apartment. But the scamp follows the phone cord stretching to the bedroom, his wobbly back legs catching and slipping every few steps as he hurries along, presumably on his way to get stuck under a piece of furniture.
Eddie makes a beeline back to the couch, not wanting to eavesdrop on Steve's phone call. He can hear murmuring, which he convinces himself is a good sign. At least Steve's mother actually picked up the phone this time.
Eddie tosses his notebook to the side, now uninterested in his tradition of writing a Mother's Day poem for his own mother. He chews at his nails, a fidgeting tactic to stop himself from twirling his hair. At least if he chews his nails, the worrying technique will be lost on Steve who won't be able to fixate on Eddie's feelings to distract himself.
"What going on?" Joanie wonders suspiciously, craning her neck to look down the hall.
"Uh…" he hums.
He really doesn't know how to answer. Mrs Harrington isn't exactly a frequent topic of conversation - if at all, for that matter.
"Is Dad calling Ganma?" Joanie's eyes light up at the enquiry.
If Eddie was feeling mean enough, he'd blame all of this on Dustin and Suzie. Traditionally they all spend Mother's Day doting over Claudia, aka, Joanie's precious Ganma (a toddler mispronunciation turned official familial title). But this year Dustin was far too busy with work to take time off, let alone a weekend plus a few days, so Claudia took it upon herself to travel to them. And, with Nancy and Robin back in Hawkins visiting Karen Wheeler, Eddie was left with Steve and Joanie in the city for Mother's Day weekend.
In hindsight, he should have called up Wayne to come for a fun-filled Pa-centric weekend instead.
Joanie walks over to the couch expecting an answer.
"Oh, uh. No, honey," he splutters, "Dad is calling his mom."
His daughter frowns, "Oh."
Yeah, kid. 'Oh' is an understatement.
Eddie pats the empty space next to him and Joanie reaches up with grabby hands, wanting uppies. He obliges.
Joanie fiddles with the buttons on the front of her unicorn-patterned onesie, lost in thought for a long while before cutting the silence with a heartbreaking, "He'll be happier when we call Ganma."
Eddie reaches for his notebook, deciding on writing his mom a verse about this blessing of a kid.
Steve soon comes back, hanging up the phone without a word and sets about making lunch. Eddie quickly scoops up Joanie and plops her on the floor to resume her colouring.
"Steve?" he asks tentatively as he practically tiptoes to the kitchen.
"What?" Steve snaps, tone biting.
He fusses with the twist tie at the top of their loaf of bread, not really committing to any of the sandwich-making efficiency he typically possesses.
"We could go out for lunch?" Eddie suggests, immediately regretting it.
"What, so we can see everyone celebrating Mother's Day? Even though my mom hates me? I shouldn't have done that... Idiot... Stupid."
Steve shakes his head.
"Sweetheart."
"I'm sorry," he whispers, voice throaty and strained, "Today is worse for you. I just set myself up to be upset."
He looks up, teary-eyed.
Eddie chops his hand through the air between them, insistent, "Completely difference circumstances, Stevie," he takes his hand and tugs, "Come sit down, I'll make us some lunch in a bit, yeah?"
They turn to exit the kitchen and are faced with Joanie, clutching her colouring book to her chest while Blondie and a surprisingly not lost Meatloaf circle her feet.
"Can we call Ganma now?"
Okay, so this kid is absolutely a precious little bean, a blessing who is the light of Eddie and Steve's lives in ways they can barely articulate sometimes.
But she often lacks the ability to read the room as she escorts her battalion of cats around the apartment.
Eddie could blame the sheer amount of time Joanie spends with Robin 'I Don't Have A Strong Grasp of Social Cues' Buckley, but he knows he is the exact goddamn same.
Steve pinches his nose before removing his glasses to rub at his eyes, "Yeah, baby, we can call Ganma."
He recovers enough to check his watch, needing to extend his arm almost fully to see it. Meanwhile, Eddie quickly shoos Joanie back to the living room as he picks up the phone.
They let Joanie take the reins, watching on from the couch as she excitedly recounts her week at preschool to Claudia (and she spoils the gift they had bought that is currently in transit while she's at it).
Eddie feels Steve sinks down in his seat and lean into his side.
"You wanna talk about it?" Eddie asks, trying to remain casual by doodling in the margins of his now-finished poem.
"Maybe later," Steve breathes heavily.
"We aren't doing this again, staying here. We'll at least see Wayne for the weekend."
Before Steve can argue, Joanie is waving the phone in Steve's face. He takes it and sniffles.
"Happy Mother's Day, Claudia," he says, clearing his throat, "I love you."
Whatever Claudia says in return, it's enough to make Steve smile.
more of this informal au HERE
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He can be beautiful
Lie's of P fanfiction/ Pinocchio x fem!Reader
Notes: little fluff and yeah it's spicy🔥♥️
It is already late at Hotel Krat. The evening is your favourite time, when everyone comes to rest. Soft tones chime from the gramophone. As you stand in front of it, admiring the beautiful music, you notice a presence behind you.It is Pino, short for Pinocchio.
His hand lifts slightly, blue-grey orbs shifting over you form, you notice how he lingers. Almost hesitantly as if he wants to ask you something? You grab his hand with a little smile on your lips. Will you ask him for a dance?
Reader: Will you dance with me Dear?
Pino: shyly Sure... It would be my pleasure.
The music changes, now a waltz. Pino begins to move, taking you, his hand, as your own. His movements are slow... Yet so certain. He holds you close, eyes focused on your face.
You notice he's looking at you. You blushed so much and looked away.
Pino: a bit more boldly Hey... I.. I was wondering if I could kiss you?
Reader: Yes
Pino: Thank you
He gives you a warm smile, before leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on your lips.You kiss him back. Deepening the kiss between the two of you.
Pino wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his hand resting on the small of your back. You didn't want to stop. But you had to.
Pino: a bit more passionately Please don't stop...
He presses the kiss even harder, letting his free hand slide along your cheek.Not letting him go, you place your hand on his cheeks too. Kissing him more passionately.
Pino's hands start to roam, caressing your thighs and pulling you close again. Soon enough, he is whispering.
Pino: I have to tell you something...
Reader: Tell me
he leans in closer
Pino: I want to go to my room with you~
Pinocchio whispers teasingly.
Reader: Then please take me with you~
Pino takes your hand. He gently leads the way to his room, closing the door behind him. After he closed the door and turned around, you immediately kissed him. With more passion.Pino smiles as he kisses you back. There was no denying that tonight was a night full of passion, you could both feel it.
The next morning you two were laying beside each other cuddling.
Reader: For a puppet like you this was very passionate.
Pino: smirks Oh, is that right? And why is that? Do puppets not feel love like human beings do?
He chuckled, pulling you close to him once more.
Reader: Of course, they can feel love just like humans. I just really enjoyed last night with you.
Pino: he smiled As did I. To be completely honest, I was hoping for a night like this. Your lips were the sweetest things I've ever felt. And your warmth...
He kisses your forehead, smiling even wider.
Reader: I love you Pinocchio💕
Pino: he sighed in relief I... I love you too.. Y/n~
He laid his head on your chest and closed his eyes. The smile on his face said it all.
A/n: I hope you all like it💕
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A Place in this World - Steve Harrington
Book A - Part Two: You're Not Sorry
Part One
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Steve Harrington was always there, you just didn't want him to be.
Word count: 1.59k
Warnings: swearing, co-worker robin
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The bells chiming above the door had you looking up from the accounts book in front of you.
“Hello, stranger,” Robin said, breezing on into the store. She was smiling and it brought a grin to your own face.
“Hey, Robby. I thought your shift didn’t start until 2:30?” The clock on the wall read 2:03pm.
She ran her hand along the counter as she stood on the opposite side of it. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, fringe sticking out in all different directions. You reached out and fussed with it, managing to somewhat tame it. “I know,” she said. “I just wanted to see you. You haven’t been at school this week.” Her tone was soft, sympathetic, and it made your heart drop.
It was true. You had been avoiding going back to school after the whole incident. Eddie had come by every morning to offer you a ride, but you declined. On Friday, three days after the cafeteria incident, he’d stood in your door and pursed his lips. You thought that he would say something, but he didn’t, he just sighed and turned around.
Your parents had left you alone after you faked a stomach bug, but you knew that tomorrow, you would have to show face at Hawkins High, as much as it pained you.
“I just…” you started, and Robin reached out and placed her hand on your own, squeezing it.
“It’s OK. I know. I just missed you is all.”
You slumped against the counter. “Yeah, me too. I’m hardly going to see you once this place shuts for good.”
The tiny electronics store on the main street had been on the verge of closing for years, but with the new mall under construction, closure was imminent. You had worked there for a little over a year and Robin for about five months. The owner never came in anymore, so it was usually just the two of you roaming the shelves and finding something to do. It was an easy job, but a job nonetheless. One you needed desperately. You had no idea where you were going to work after it closed.
“You thought about applying somewhere else?” Robin asked.
Sighing you said, “No. I don’t even know anywhere hiring.”
“I’ll probably apply at the mall.” She shrugged. “I’m sure they’ll be looking for staff somewhere. I have time though.”
You nodded and drew your eyes back down the accounts book. Somewhere along the line you and Robin had fumbled and messed up meaning it had to be reconciled alongside the stock. It would take you hours. “Wanna help get this started?” you offered.
“Absolutely not, but I suppose I have to.”
You smiled. “You absolutely do.”
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Two hours later and the store was about three quarters done. Your shoulders ached and your eyes hurt. You picked up an ugly orange radio and flipped it over, comparing the serial number to the one in the book. Another one that was supposedly already sold. How the hell did this happen?
A crash on the other side of the aisle made you raise your brows. “You good?”
“Yeah,” came Robin’s strangled reply, “just dropped a toaster.”
Rolling your eyes, you continued your work in silence. Well, it was silent, until Robin decided to start talking.
“You know,” she began, and you could hear the hesitancy in her voice. “I saw Steve at school.”
You paused.
She waited a moment for you to reply, and when you didn’t, she continued. “He was standing by your locker before school. I was there to see Mr Hauser early and he was just…standing there. When he saw me, he took off, but he was there.”
The image of Steve at your locker instantly had your heart squeezing painfully in your chest. He’d never met you at your locker. That was something reserved for Nancy Wheeler. But of course, if he did, it would be before school when no one could see him associate with you. God forbid someone see him talking to a freak.
You squeezed your eyes closed. “I don’t care.”
Robin shuffled and you braced yourself for whatever it was she was going to say. “I think he wanted to apologise.”
You kept quiet. You doubted it. If anything, he would probably torment you more. You had no desire to talk to Steve Harrington at any point in the future.
Robin called your name and you let out an exasperated sigh. “What do you want me to say to that, Robin?” You threw your hands up. “I very much doubt he wanted to apologise. And I don’t care, not anymore.”
She was silent and you checked the clock. “We only have an hour to finish this.”
Her head popped up from over the shelf. “Why don’t you clock out?”
You furrowed your brows. “Why?”
She shrugged. “Because you’ve been working all day. Plus, this is almost finished. I can get it done and lock up.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” She smiled and you mirrored it.
“Thanks, Robby. I’ll catch you next week?”
She nodded. “Unless I see you at school.”
You opened your mouth, but closed it, choosing to nod instead. You would be at school by the force of your parents. And you were already behind at school now. You couldn’t afford to miss any more classes. And, Eddie would crack it if you abandoned him again for a fourth day.
By the time you got back to your trailer, you were freezing. The winter had come in quicker than normal, leaving you shivering on your walk home, and you found yourself pulling on another jacket when you got home. Eddie’s van wasn’t parked in front of his trailer. He was no doubt out and about with other members of the Hellfire Club.
You greeted your mother as you entered the living room, picking up the remote and flicking to a random channel. Pulling a blanket over your legs, you settled in to watch a cop show that had just started. Anything to get your mind off the fact that you had to be at school tomorrow.
Your mother inquired about work and Robin, and you gave her the cliched answers of ‘good’ and ‘she’s good’. When you complained about the heating being off, she said that there was something wrong with it and that your father was going to look at it when he got back.
You groaned and stood. Surely that was something you could do yourself. You worked at an electrical store. You got this.
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You did not ‘got’ this, as it turned out.
The cupboard in the hallway that housed the A/C and heating unit was full of all sorts of shit that spilled out when you opened it.
When you go to the unit itself, you noted how old the thing was. It was a miracle that it had worked up until now. Your eyes flicked over it trying to locate the problem, but nothing stuck out. You reached down and unplugged it and plugged it back in, only to be met with sweet fuck all. You reached around it and tried to find a button or anything, but nada. You pressed all the surface buttons that beeped like they were doing something although they neither reset it nor turned it on.
You were feeling along the bottom of the unit when the phone rang out through the kitchen. You heard your mother get up from the couch and answer it, not really paying attention.
“Hello?...Oh, yes, of course I remember you, Steve.”
That had you head springing up, fast enough that you smashed your head against a shelf.
“She just got back from work. Let me see if she can talk to you.”
The phone was placed on the counter and your mother was in the hallway before you could tell her otherwise. “Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is on the phone. I didn’t know you were still friends.”
“We’re not,” you grumbled. Why in the world was he calling you? “I don’t want to talk to him.”
Your mother frowned. “Why? I thought—”
“I don’t want to talk to him. Please. Just tell him I’m not here. And not to call again.”
Her moth dropped open, and she stared at you for a moment before swallowing and saying, “Right. OK. No more Steve Harrington then.” It was less fight than she normally put up and you were grateful.
She was gone a second later and you heard her telling him your message—minus the last part, much to your disappointment.
Your frustration with the unit peaked and your mind flashed with the humiliation of last week. You screeched and kicked the unit, which only resulted in hurting your foot and denting the metal panel.
The phone was hung up and the tears started again. “Fuck,” you whispered. The image of Steve and Carol and Tommy H. kept blazing behind your eyes as if it were burned into the back of your eyelids.
Why would Steve even think that you would want to talk to him ever again?
You didn’t even want to see him ever again.
You furiously wiped at the tears running down your cheeks. You needed a distraction. Something to calm yourself down enough to sleep and deal with tomorrow. And luckily, you knew the perfect one.
One that came as a benefit of having a drug dealer best friend.
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Kyne's Priestess
Not really a microfic so much as a snippet from the longfic I'm writing, but I really enjoyed how I wrote Kyne/Kynareth and wanted to show it off here
Basic Summary: a priestess of Kynareth (and unknowing Dragonborn) gets scolded by her patron for being a shut in. 907 words.
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An autumn wind channeled through the woods of the West Weald, causing fallen leaves to dance and the river to run faster than its usual flow. Tatia emerged like an angry nymphe rising from her stream, silently cursing the wave that almost sent her drifting down the bend. She didn’t need a word of discipline to know that her patron felt scorned. The woods themselves would punish her, and with their own innate cruelty: a reminder that what sustains her can just as easily consume her if taken for granted. The priestess closed her eyes, took in a breath, then started towards camp.
As she padded along the grass, the shadow of a bird cast itself above her head. It held in the air, capturing the morning sun on its back, then settled on a nearby branch where her clothes hung dry. The creature bore the resemblance of an eagle, with sharp talons and brown-speckled wings that stretched the length of its perch - but that was where the similarities ended. Its face had no eyes, no golden beak, but was flattened instead by a clay mask which mirrored the visage of man. The creature craned its neck to an unnatural degree and spoke to her in hushed whispers, like a whistle in the breeze.
“Teach you to forget your morning hymns, my little flightless thing.”
“You’ll forgive me if I’m not in a singing mood.” Tatia muttered, her voice lacking in warmth or sincerity. She paid no mind to it as she stood by the campfire and started wringing the water from her soot-painted curls. “I hardly slept last night with all the noise coming from the road.”
The creature laughed, and it sounded like chimes beating against the wind. “Ah, yes! The men in the painted wagons! I was drawn to them in the night after I fell out of a breeze. They had built a fire that burned large and bright, and around that fire they sang and danced and played little pipes until morning dewdrops freshened in the new day. So drunk they were on wine and mirth that they collapsed right there in the grass and made a bed of it!”
“I’m sure you kept their fire burning long after its time.” Tatia remarked.
“I did.” the creature mused. She could hear the smile in its voice. “I kept it low and steady - strong enough to keep them warm but not scorching, and I watched over their sleeping bodies like a mother guards her young. Before long they crawled into their little wagons and cracked the reins, and the hooved beasts carried them off into the horizon.” it then remarked, “I might have been more generous with you this morning, had you half a mind to join them!”
The priestess scoffed at that. “I hate large gatherings. You know that.”
“Hate!” the creature made a hissing noise and beat its wings against the air in a huff. “Oh, and how well you keep it! Your heart is surely made of stone. It holds no joy, no sorrow, nor anything that breathes life into your fellow man. How often I’ve brought you sweet smells and pleasant melodies only for you to turn your head. You’ve never once delighted in them - not one! And there is no greater offense to me than that.”
“Then find some other priest to sing your praises at the crack of dawn.” Tatia whipped around to glare at the beast, her thick brows furrowed with contempt. “The things that live in these woods are protected so long as I’m here to keep it that way. That is the promise I made to you.”
“Yes.” the creature replied, speaking softly and with immeasurable patience. “I know very well the promise that you made, just as I know the company you keep with the larks and the roaming bear, and the willows longing for their wild youth in the days of old Cyrod. It is through their eyes that I have watched you crawl upon the green like a low and humble beast, spitting at anything that may disturb the peace.” The creature paused and beat its wings against the air once more. It dug its talons into the linen folds hanging on the branch, then took to the air with them - only to drop them on the priestess’ head.
Tatia cursed, her voice muffled the fabric. “Hey-!”
“But you are neither lowly nor humble.” the creature continued. “And I did not make you so you could spend your days frolicing among daisies. For seven years you have stood as vigil as the hare, witnessing the world from the safety of your den - but you will not lay sleeping forever.” a strong gust of wind flung the creature higher into the air, and it sang in tongues unknown to the priestess below.
“Ahrk fin zul, rok drey kod, nau tol morokei frod. Rul lot Taazokaan motaad voth kein.” it circled above her, chanting. “Nuz aan sul, fent alok, fod fin vul dovah nok. Fen kos nahlot mahfaeraak ahrk ruz!”
The priestess pulled the linen from her face and watched on in stubborn silence. She expected the creature to leave her with that, as it always does. It talks and talks, and by the time she thinks to question it, it takes to the sky without a word.
Serves me right for thinking I could have a quiet morning to myself, she thought.
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Written by: Quiet Whispers of Affection
Edited by: Quiet Whispers of Affection
Date: 9/16/2022
Words: 547
Status: GREEN
Warnings: really none. There is slight mention of obsessive and unhealthy behavior in the synopsis and a little farther into the fic but nothing that is graphic or extreme.
Synopsis
Tendou Satori is the right hand man to Ushijima Wakatoshi, the powerful, yet relatively underground mafia lord. After seeing the head maid at work, caring, feeding, and schooling Ushijima’s children, he decides that he has to have her for himself, dark urges he suppressed his whole life becoming more and more evident the longer he lives without her. He is convinced he loves her, but can she feel the same way when his actions become stifling and intrusive? Probably not, but it wouldn’t matter anyway.
Prologue:
What A Mess
Satori Tendou
She was one of his favorite members that occupied the Shiratorizawa grounds. As the head maid, she took care of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s children, the children who had almost everything at their small fingertips. She was sweet and gentle, a stark contrast to the woman that he saw laughing and spitting vulgar jokes with the rest of the staff that she was housed with. Tendou couldn’t lie, he was smitten for both of the sides that he witnessed every day, always attempting his best to get a glimpse of her before he had to do the important tasks set out for him. This maid had captured his soul, devouring it whole and leaving none for himself.
“Good afternoon Mr. Tendou,” a soft smile graced her lips, bowing respectfully to the man in front while readjusting her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose. Oh how cute he found that nose to be. “How are you on this fine morning sir?”
“You can drop the formalities with me, darling,” Tendou smiled, positively basking in the shock that washed across her face when the name fell from his lips. “Just call me Satori.”
She squeaked a little in surprise, a slight blush dusting her sweet, plump cheeks. Tendou smirked watching her stutter over her words like a love struck idiot. “O-of course Mr.-”
Before she could finish, a pointed look was directed her way, his eyebrows rising yet his amusement written plain as day in his intriguing, yet rather peculiar, eyes. She chuckled lightly, glancing away from him for a moment. “Of course, Satori.”
“There we go,” Tendou grinned, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Much better if ya ask me. Say, I see you round here a lot. You take care of Ushiwaka’s kids?” Tendou asked this as a formality as if he didn’t know what job she did on the grounds, where she lived, her sleeping habits and social security number. He couldn’t reveal all that, not yet.
“Ah, yes I do,” she smiled, nodding along as she spoke, staring up at him. “They are very well behaved kids. Stoic like their father. There’s hardly anything I need to do except keep them well educated and fed.”
“Mm yes, they are very well behaved,” Tendou agreed nonchalantly, mind wandering as he began to stare rather intensely into her eyes. Whilst doing so, the conversation seemed to fall flat, only reigniting when the tower clock chimed. Eight clear bells resonated through the grounds, knocking them out of their inner thoughts.
“That my que,” she laughed awkwardly, glancing away from him for a moment. “I should get back to the children. It was nice speaking with you Satori.”
Tendou smiled, feeling delirious that his name sounded so heavenly falling from her mouth. “Yea, it was great talking to you too. See you around!”
She smiled and nodded awkwardly, eyes roaming across the floor before walking away, the small blush he had caused earlier still evident on her face. Tendou watched her leave, his heart bursting in his chest when she looked back waving goodbye with a small giggle. She disappeared around the corner and Tendou turned, feigning pain as he clutched his chest with a goofy smile plastered across his face. She was so perfect it hurt him, and he was determined to have her.
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I do not own any of the characters created by the Mangaka of Haikyuu!! but I do not condone rewrites or copies of my work. Reblogs are fine as long as I receive the credit.
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my dear partner
not sure if villain!heizou is a thing, but it is now!
(god sometimes i wish hoyoverse used this model, but i guess it can now serve as villain!heizou au)
warnings: implications of of violence, deception, possible yandere themes. gn!reader
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villain heizou, who secretly works for the fatui, helping fuel the war in inazuma by “harmlessly” visiting watatsumi island in the midst of the conflict on a “vacation”. in actuality, he’s been scouting out the area for reconnaissance, casually leaving delusions to be found by the watatsumi forces. sure it’s a little underhanded, but he’s never minded using such tactics on cases before.
villain heizou, who is quite the character in inazuma, cracking cold cases and bringing wanted criminals to justice, but no one knows the truth behind his methods. to keep his cover, he turns in the occasional turncoat or low life scum, manipulating the evidence in his favor. with no partner, other than his own intuition, there’s no one left to oppose him. that is until you come into play.
you were a new addition to the detective agency, filled with the grand notion of bringing justice to inazuma and making it a safe place for everyone. you took case after case, roaming all of inazuma in search of justice, but your potential suspects and key witnesses would mysteriously go missing before you could question them, and the locals would only shudder in fear when you went searching for a reason for their disappearance. it was clear something, or someone was keeping you from finding the answers you needed, but they always seemed to be one step ahead of you.
frustrated with chasing countless cold leads, you decided to go to your senpai, heizou. surely he would have some wistful insight he’d be willing to share. in all honesty, you had only spoken to the detective maybe two or three times in passing, but he’d offered to help if you ever found yourself in a bind so surely he’d be willing to help you out with this case.
heizou already knew you’d be looking for him when he reached the agency. after all, it was only a matter of time until you had exhausted all of your leads and resources and came to your genius senpai for assistance. he was counting on it.
surely enough, he found you asking around the agency for him. it was adorable, the way you thanked each of your dull coworkers with a respectful bow, something heizou would have laughed at had it been anyone else. when your eyes finally met his, they shone bright like the stars above teyvat as your lips lifted into a relieved smile. the sight made his own smile he returned that much more genuine.
“good morning, my dear kouhai. what brings you to the agency today? i was sure you’d be out hunting for clues.” he chimed enthusiastically.
you sighed softly, “usually i would be, but i’m a little…” you knew you needed his help, but that didn’t make it any easier to have to admit it aloud. “i’m a little stumped by a case. if you’re not too busy, would you mind helping me out?”
he chuckled, his softened green eyes reflecting his clear amusement, “why sure! i’ve got a bit of a break since i just dropped off my last case file, so i’ve got plenty of time to help you.”
you explained the case, walking him through each piece of evidence and the mysterious disappearance of your prime suspect and potential witnesses. apparently, the suspect wielded an electro vision that allowed them to escape every time you were able to corner them. if you didn’t know better, you would have thought they might even be enjoying the thrill of the chase.
heizou glanced at the file you’d put together, impressed by each of your deductions and inferences neatly organized into a nearly perfect profile. it would have been perfect if only you were slightly more observant. for example, the electro vision seen on the suspect was nothing more than a delusion at play, and the suspect wasn’t just enjoying the chase, but pulling you into it yourself. it was clear that the suspect was toying with you, but you hadn’t seem to catch on, which meant he had a little more time with you yet.
“this case sure looks like a doozy,” he said, finishing up the last paragraph of your notes, “it has me lost for words at the moment, but don’t worry, my dear partner.” he closed the file and tucked it underneath his arm, “i’m sure we can crack this one together.”
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send me your villain! heizou thoughts! id love to hear them!
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