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kaelaheartsyou · 14 days

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Dont Get Caught

paige bueckers x (female) reader

down bad reader + even more down bad paige

warnings:

pure smut (sorry in advance) mdni !!!

use of bad language

kinda public sex

i watched from the stands as my girlfriend scored the game winning 3 pointer. it was an extremely close game. she immediately locks eyes with me before smiling and running to her teammates and celebrating together. she was definitely getting it tonight.

i made my way from my seat to the sidelines where i congratulated everyone on the team making sure to give azzi and molly a hug. by now the whole team knew me and paige were dating, considering we’ve been together for almost 7 months, it was kind of hard to hide. but imagine how hard it is to keep it from the media. with reporter after reporter trying to get a chance to talk to all the girls, i couldn’t just go up to her and kiss her without someone taking a picture. i didn’t mind the media knowing and i know she didn’t either, but to be fair we did agree to wait.

i just sat down in a chair on the sidelines scrolling through tiktok liking pretty much every post that had to do with paige in some way. she was still getting interviewed while the rest of the girls had already made their way out of the locker room.

as she finished up, she finally walked into the locker room, clearly not noticing i was right behind her. i managed to get past anyone trying to take pictures as i walked in after her. i dont know how she was so oblivious to my presence.

“hi baby, you played so good” i said while smiling, still behind her.

“holy shit” she said practically jumping as she turned around to look at me. “how did you get in here without anyone noticing” she laughed

“they were all focused on azzi, just wanted to congratulate you” i beamed happily

“well thank you, im so glad you were able to come i know how behind you are on school shit”

she walked towards me wrapping her arms around my waist. i instinctively put mine around her neck. the eye contact we held could make anyone fold, and i was trying so hard not to. i wanted her to kiss me first, i don’t give in that easy even when it comes to paige fucking bueckers.

after what literally felt like hours she finally kissed me, my hands going straight to her hair that was still in a ponytail. i pulled off the hair tie making her groan into my mouth at the feeling of relief.

she lightly tapped my thigh to signal for me to jump. and of course i did because id do anything for this girl. she lifted me up making me wrap my legs around her waist. still not breaking the kiss, paige carried me to the counter where the sinks were and set me down before pulling at my shirt for me to remove it.

“paige not here we’re gonna get caught.” i mumbled before pulling away

“cmon baby everyone already grabbed their stuff out of here, no ones coming back.” she reassured me with her infamous smirk

i reluctantly nodded my head accepting the fact that if we get caught its on her. i pulled of my shirt and watched her immediately unclip my bra. she stared at me for a minute before speaking, “you’re so fucking beautiful im so damn lucky.”

i blushed, usually i was the one praising her and giving her compliments. must be the post-win feeling getting to her. nonetheless i appreciated her words even though they made me practically melt.

we reconnected our lips, her hand playing with my nipple sent a wave of ecstasy through my entire body. she pulled away again this time to remove my sweatpants, leaving them at my ankles because deep down i think she knew there was a good chance someone might walk in. she marveled at how soaked my red laced underwear was and i felt my self sheepishly covering my face. her hands were quick to pull mine away.

“this wet for me hm? and i haven’t even done anything yet.” she smirked again and pulled down my underwear. i was now fully exposed and she still had her uniform on.

“paige come on take it off.” i said motioning to her uniform and feeling quite embarrassed knowing i was the only one with out a single piece of clothing on.

she complied without a complaint and stripped down to her sports bra and boxers. i see her like this almost every night and it still amazes me how gorgeous she is. running my hand down her toned stomach i start spewing out compliment after compliment before she starts kissing my neck, making me shut up and throw my head back.

her hand thats not on my waist is touching everywhere but wear i need her. im sitting at the edge of the counter at this point, our bodies are flushed together skin to skin.

“please p.. i need you” i murmured quietly when her kisses started getting lower and lower. i just know that there were going to be bruises from where she was sucking in the morning.

“yeah? where do you need me baby use your words.” she said softly against my skin making me shiver. her long fingers finally touching my clit as she moved her fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. “here?”

“mhm- oh shit.. paige please just fuck me already ” i stuttered through my sentence and she laughed

“you want my mouth or my fingers ma?” she said as she made eye contact with me. the nickname repeated in my head, usually i wouldn’t let any girl call me that but it just felt so different when my girlfriend said it.

i debated between the two when i finally settled on an answer and said “both” she just laughed and told me to let her know if it gets to be too much. always so full of herself..

she sat in front of me on her knees spreading my legs apart. she didn’t even break the eye contact before her tongue started circling my clit.

“fuck p, you always know how to make me feel good.” i moaned leaning my head back on to the wall behind me.

i could feel her fucking smirking.

that just encouraged her to move her tongue faster and harder against my clit. she quickly got me to my climax and i grabbed at the back of her head pulling her closer and letting out a string of curses and moans to signal that i was close. she didn’t slow down though, she continued until i begged her to stop when the pleasure got so intense. she pulled away and stood up and kissed me, making me taste myself on her mouth.

“you did so good baby, can you do one more for me?” she cooed against my mouth and i quickly nodded my head, desperate to feel her again.

she brought to fingers to my mouth urging me to suck, to which i complied. her eyes were glued to my mouth as i took her fingers into my mouth. when she pulled them out she brought them right back to my entrance.

“oh fuck.” i moaned at the feeling of her fingers moving in me, immediately hitting my g-spot. she knew my body so well.

my moans encouraged her to speed up “can you take another one?” she challenged and i was so incoherent from the pleasure i could only mumble an “mhm” and nod my head while gripping at her shoulder.

she added another finger and i knew i couldn’t last much longer. my legs started shaking and my hand flew to my mouth to cover any screams that threatened to slip. she immediately tore my hand away.

“no i wanna hear you and know exactly how i make you feel.” she said cockily with a smirk plastered on her face. using her free hand she grabbed my leg and put it over her shoulder, increasing how deep her fingers went in me. i couldn’t take it any longer and i came all over her fingers. she slowed down her pace and removed her fingers before praising me for how good i did for her.

she put her clothes back on because there wasn’t enough time for me to make her “feel good.” i tried to jump down from the counter but i immediately felt my knees buckle from beneath me, luckily page grabbed my arms. she helped me put my shirt and sweatpants back on.

“hey paige?! have you seen my water bottle?” kk said as we heard to door to the locker room open. i quickly fixed my hair to look more presentable and paige walked around the corner and over to kk.

“yeah its out by the bench on the sidelines.” paige replied quickly ushering her out.

“oh um okay.. thanks?” kk didnt further question paiges weird behavior and instead walked away.

paige came back over to me and i put my shoes on before giving her a kiss. not a sexual one, i was just so proud of her.

“we could’ve gotten caught p, we gotta be more careful.” i said jokingly as we left the locker room, being careful to avoid any cameras.

“yeah that could’ve been really bad.. good thing you finish fast.” she said the last part as a whisper and that shut me up immediately. yeah she was gonna get it the second we get back to our apartment.

author speaks- guys im nervous this is my first post. constructive criticism is welcome!!

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roronoaism · 4 months

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♥︎ IN THE DARK ♥︎

+ warnings: established relationships (not mentioned, js for ref), semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving) (sanji), kitchen sex (sanji), sanji calls you pet names (love, princess, doll, baby, mon amour), fingering (both), sex on the deck (zoro), zoro calls you baby, ooc zoro (hes so sweet in this but we NEED sweet tender zoro)

+ ft: sanji and zoro (separate)

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ note: i love sanji and zoro so much mmmm <3 so late night sex w them hehe

also for sanji's part, you're referred to as '-swan', just because thats how it sounds when he pronounces san (Im assuming?? unless hes genuinly saying swan idk) so yea

♥︎ vinsmoke sanji

it was late at night, and you couldn't sleep due to you're throbbing headache. you didnt want to wake up the crew, so you carefully snuck out into the kitchen. you got a pot ready to make yourself some tea, hoping it would at least help to ease the ache.

little did you know, you woke up sanji.

"y/n-swan, what has you up at this hour?? you should be sleeping, love." the blonde looked at you, concerned. he comes over, applying a hand to your forehead, as if checking for a fever. "is everything alright?"

"yea, just couldn't sleep. my head's just bothering me a bit, nothing huge." you respond, looking at the tea pot, deciding if you wanted to have tea or something else to soothe your headache. "sorry 'bout waking ya up."

"no, no, never be sorry, i was already up." he reassures you, holding your hand.

you nod, dumping out the water. tea didn't sound good right now, you needed something faster.

"looking for something to ease it?" sanji ask, a small smirk creeping across his face.

"yea, do we have anything?" you ask, rummaging the cabinets.

"no, not really, but i do know some things that could help, doll~" he replies, the words falling from his mouth like sugar. you had an idea of what he was entailing, yet you wanted to hear him say it directly.

"yea? 'nd what would that be?"

"well- uh- i could, and its completely hypothetical, like only if you're okay with it, but uhhh-" he stutters, clearly flustered. you cross your arms, waiting for him to spit it out.

"i could eat ya out? ill treat you so good, y/n-swan, just your pleasure. trust me?" he practically pleaded, and how could you say no to such a sweetie?

and thats how you ended up propped on the counter, legs spread as sanji laps at your pussy. he enjoyed, loved it so much, it felt like a drug to him. his lips suck at your sensitive bud, two of his slender fingers curling up into your soaked hole.

you never had a man as talented or pleased as him. he moaned every time you tightened your grip on his hair, his voice vibrating against your cunt.

"baby, please, cum for me." he mumbles against your lips, before fucking you with his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit.

"sanji, fuck, im close" you mutter, your legs trying to close, but being restricted by his arms holding you down.

sanji takes it as an invitation to get closer, his whole face practically in between your legs as he draws an orgasm from you. he drinks up every drop, before wiping his mouth on his sleeve and glancing up at you.

"you taste divine, mon amour~" sanji states, before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

"now please, go rest up, y/n-swan. you need some rest." he replies, helping you up. "i love you" he whispers, kissing your head, before walking you to your room after dressing you.

♥︎ roronoa zoro

fuck. you rise out of your bed after what felt like endless hours of tossing and turning. you couldn't sleep. not with the dull headache keeping you wide awake.

it was zoro's turn to keep watch, so you figured you would go visit him. and pray he wasn't drunk.

you walked out to the deck, and noticed zoro leaned against the railing. approaching him, you tap his shoulder, causing him to suddenly turn around. "oh, its just you. hey."

"hi."

"what's up?" he ask, before taking in your figure. the shorts and bra combo seemed to shock him, as he turned back towards the sea.

"i just have a headache, and couldn't sleep." you reply, hugging his waist. "can i just sit here with you?"

zoro nods, before turning to face you again. "anythin' i can do to help?"

"mmm, not really. unless you have something stress relieving."

"well, its quite vacant here. and it's been a while since it's just been you and me."

"are you suggesting sex?"

zoro nods, before planting a kiss to your lips gently. "whatcha say?"

your nod was all the confirmation he needed. he gently laid you down on the deck, before removing your shorts and undergarments.

"already wet, baby? i didnt know you were thinking of this" he teases softly.

"it was an idea" you mumble, before his fingers find their way to your clit and trace it once. you moan softly, groaning as he slowly inserts a digit and curls it in you.

he slides another finger in, curling it in unison with the other.

"fuckkk, zoro" you groan, as he presses a kiss to your head. his other hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing in time with his curls and thrust.

he feels you tighten around him, before inserting a third finger. you moan a soft string of incomprehensible nonsese, before cumming onto his thick fingers.

"you did so good, baby." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "feelin better?"

you nod, cuddling up to him. "can i stay here for the night?"

"sure" he replies, holding you against his chest as you let sleep claim you.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro smut #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa #zoro roronoa x reader #sanji smut #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader smut #sanji vinsmoke #sanji one piece #zoro one piece #one piece smut #♥ - vinnies corner

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ruewrote · 4 months

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𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡.

PAIRING: rafe cameron x gn!reader WARNINGS: rude customer, fighting & strong language GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: wash by bon iver WORD COUNT: 756

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today was certainly not your day.

starting it off by being late for work was of course not ideal, silently hating your boss for making you come in so early after opening.

the catching up wasn't even the worst part of it since you were used to rush hour, but having a new hire fumbling every five minutes didn't really help your patience.

so on top of being late, doing the usual morning rush, having to practically retrain your co-worker everything. your boss decides to be a dick and rush you on your lunch break, not being able to eat half of your sandwich then you were back at it again.

right now you were on your last straw. trying to keep up with some stuck up kooks long ass coffee order.

the sigh of relief you let out after finishing it almost wiped you out, taking so much of your time and concentration. you turned around putting on your best fake smile.

"tiffany!" you announced, eyes scanning the room landing on the short blonde whose nails were aggressively tapping against her phone screen.

"oh that's me!" she giggled as she wobbled forward in her tall heels, grabbing the drink off of the counter and taking a sip of it.

"oh my god who made this is disgusting! this isn't what i asked for."

"excuse me ma'am that was me and i made it exactly how you ordered it." you spoke to her, clenching your teeth praying to the gods that she wouldn't test you.

"hm no it isn't, you wanna try?" she said whilst taking off the lid off the drink to then throw the contents inside in your face, going to leave after doing that.

leaving you stood there in the middle of the jammed shop, everyone silent and looking at you.

you just laughed, tongue pressed to your cheek, tilting your head back as you ripped your apron off, running out of the shop after her.

tiffany clearly didn't hear the hurried footsteps behind her, but she definitely felt you turning and pushing her to the ground. her phone breaking against the concrete.

you dropped to your knees, straddling her hips getting a few punches in. her crying grew louder when you stopped and got off of her.

"i don't give a fuck who you are. respect your retail workers!" you pointed down at her then ran off to your car trying to ignore the fact that everyone had been staring at you.

tears welled up in your eyes as you banged on the door of your boyfriends house, hoping that he'd be in.

you heard the muffled talking getting closer and louder to the door before it opened. revealing an angry rafe on the phone, seeing you made it turn into worry, him ending the call grabbing your hands helping you into his home.

"sweetheart, what happened?" he questioned, but you just fell into his embrace, sobbing so hard against the material of his shirt.

even with you being a sticky mess, he wrapped his arms around you bringing you even closer to him not caring about his clothes, only you.

"shh it's alright, you're okay. i'm here."

after a little while of him holding you rafe brought you to the bathroom, your crying now subsided. he convinced you to stay the night with him as he ran you a bath.

helping you strip yourself of your clothing, holding your hand helping you into the water. leaving you so it could soak off the majority of the dry splotches.

"you wanna tell me what went down, love?" his words soft as he sat himself beside you on the floor of the bathroom.

"i... i don't even know. it all happened so quickly..." you told him everything about your day from the beginning to now. he grabbed a soft sponge and soap, gently grasping one of your arms getting to work on making them clean as he listened.

"so...it sounds like she deserved it." you laughed at that, feeling an invisible weight be lifted off of your shoulders.

"i guess so."

he then moved onto washing your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp making you physically melt into him.

for the rest of your bath you laughed and joked, talking about everything you were gonna do after you were out of the bathroom. almost forgetting what happened.

you were so glad that you had someone as amazing as rafe, knowing that you never had to struggle as long as he was around.

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veeluvss · 6 months

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hii!!! hope your ok? could you write something about mom!emily and daughter!reader where reader gets pregnant(like teen pregnancy) and emily is just comforting her and helping her through it? - feel free to ignore if your not comfortable writing this!! ◡̈

hii!! i loved this request, thank you so so much! here’s the story - let me know what you think /nf

i hope you liked it !!

her smile

tw: teen pregnancy

fluff, family

2.5k words

The test in your hand shook. What the fuck were you meant to do now? This wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t part of the plan. It was a silly one time thing, the condom broke, the chances - and you’d defied them all. You were seventeen, far too young for a child. You couldn’t raise a child. And god, what would your mum think?

You spent the night curled up in bed, holding your stuffed bear to your chest. Your legs were pulled up too, hiding your stomach from the world. You had a baby in there- you had to protect it at all costs. You were going to tell the dad first, thankfully you knew who it was. It wasn’t a serious thing but it wasn’t exactly a toxic thing either and you were thankful about that. You wanted to make sure he knew and he was involved every step of the way. The one thing, even only hours after finding out, you were sure of - is that you’d never get rid of your baby.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh waffles being cooked. Mum was home. Jumping out of bed, you pulled on shorts and your mums FBI jumper and headed downstairs. She’d been on a case and you’d missed her. She heard you run down the stairs and opened her arms in preparation for the hug. You wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her hips. She laughed, her deep belly laugh and help you tight.

“Hi my darling,” she said.

“Hi mum, I missed you,” you replied, dropping your feet but staying in her arms.

“I missed you too.” She replied. You stayed like that for a few moments, soaking it up. You don’t really know what happened, or why but you began to cry. She held you tighter, not saying a word.

“One second baby,” she whispered, as you began to smell the burning waffles. She tapped your back and you let go. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes on your sleeve.

Emily turned around with burnt waffles on a plate but still put ice cream on them. You laughed.

“Mum, you can’t eat them if they’re burnt,” you said.

“I’m not wasting them,” she replied. “These are special waffles I got from the city.”

You smiled, at her smile, and lifted yourself up onto the counter. You asked her about the case and she told you what she could. You loved hearing about her work. It was something you really wanted to do.

Your hand rubbed at your stomach, thinking of the peanut in there. You looked at your mum and thought about how you wanted the baby to be just like her - to have her smile, her laugh, her light hearted attitude. She paused, looking at you with a whimsical smile.

“What are you looking at?” she asked softly.

“Just you,” you smiled back. “I love you, mum.”

“I love you too baby,” she whispered, leaning over and kissing your cheek. “Now come eat these New York waffles.”

You spent the entire day watching movies with your mum. Curled up in her bed with her blankets and hoodie. You cuddled into her closely.

“Oh babe,” she whispered, picking up her phone.

“A case?” you sighed, looking up at her with puppy eyes.

“Yeah, love,” she hugged you tight and let you go. You blinked back the tears, trying not to show how disappointed you were.

Hours later, your mum was gone and the dad to your new baby was sitting in your kitchen. You were stalling.

“Y/n, just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been here forty five minutes now and you still haven’t got to the point-”

You sighed and slid into the seat next to him.

“I don’t want you to freaak out. No one else knows but I want you to know that I’ve made a decision and you can either decide to be here for me or not-” you began. His face twisted, almost as if he knew already. His eyes jumped down to your stomach and then back up again. Your hand moved to rest there, protecting your baby already.

“You’re not-”

“I found out yesterday,” you replied, eyes down.

“Have you confirmed it with doctors?” His voice was surprisingly calm, almost as if he was prepared.

“Not yet. I’ve only done one test,” you said. You carried on before he could speak, “but, the signs are all there. That’s why I did a test in the first place.”

“Let’s go to the store and double check and then we can book you a doctors appointment,” he said. He stood up from the chair and went to grab his jacket but you grabbed his wrist.

“Wait,” you whispered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

He sat back down quietly and cleared his throat. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t with this guy, not seriously and this could end so badly. You knew it. He turned in his chair and took hold of your shaking, clammy hands.

“Y/N,” he began. Tears welled in your eyes. “Whatever happens, pregnant or not- I’ve had feelings for a while. It began when we started that project together and then the sex and - look I’ve been meaning to tell you. I won’t lie I hoped that was why you called me over,” he said softly. You were shocked. You didn’t know he was attached.

“What about the other girls?” you asked, referring to the other girls you thought he was sleeping with.

“There aren’t any other girls. Not anymore. I know the lads joke about it - it’s funny to them. But since I realised how much I like you… I dropped them all.”

“All of them?” you were skeptical. His lads did joke, a lot. This guy was the man slag of the school - the one who slept with everyone and he had feelings for you??

“All of them. I promise. I even deleted their numbers, the lot. I only speak to my friends and the occasional girl in my class when needed. I’m serious about you,” he paused and looked at your belly. “And the baby.”

“You want to keep it?” You questioned, almost choking on the question. His eyes went wide – assuming you didn’t from your response.

“I’ll respect anything you chose-” He spluttered. “I just, it’s mine too and that’s important to me.”

“We’re still so young,” you sighed, lowering your eyes.

“We are.” he grabbed your chin and lifted up your head gently so you were looking at him. “But let’s triple confirm the pregnancy and then we can worry then, okay?”

You nodded in agreement and slowly leaned in to kiss him. His soft tone, his gentle eyes and entire person was so comforting to you. You couldn’t help it.

It was triple confirmed. As a pair, working on making things official, you had decided to keep the baby. You knew it would break you trying to abort and with a dad who was interested, genuinely invested even, you knew the baby would be okay. You just had to tell Emily.

She’d texted you to tell you she was about an hour away from home and you began making her dinner. It was her favourite. Deep down, you knew your mum would support you no matter what but the anxiety of the reaction was insane. Your palms were sweaty, you struggled to catch your breath and you couldn’t focus on the cooking at all.

Somehow, you still managed to patch something together in time for her arrival home. She walked through the front door, replaced her heels with slippers and entered the kitchen with a wide smile on her face.

“Oh this is lovely!” she praised, seeing her favourite on the side.

“Sit down mum, I’ll get you some wine,” you replied, unable to make eyecontact. As a profiler, that gave it all away. She smiled and held up her wine glass regardless then set it down, clearing her throat.

“So my angel cake,” she said softly, addressing you in a way that made you more worried - “you’ve either been suspended, done drugs or get pregnant. What’s going on?”

You knew she was joking. She said it as a joke - a common joke parents make: ‘Oh, you’ve come to tell me your pregnant’. But it wasn’t a joke, suddenly it was real life and you were ready to throw up.

Exiting the kitchen at high speed, you crashed into the downstairs bathroom. Emily was quick to drop behind you. She held back your hair and rubbed your back and then sighed. She sat behind you, flushed the toilet and then closed the seat. She stayed close to you and your head rested on the toilet in shame. She knew, no doubt about it, she knew.

“It’s ironic when a mother’s joke becomes truth, isn’t it?” she sighed quietly. Her head rested on the door frame and her eyes ran over you. She rubbed yoru back, sighing a little more and then grabbed your hand.

“Talk to me,” she encouraged. “Tell me.”

“The condom broke,” you suddenly sobbed. “I didn’t do it on purpose and I swear it was an accident-” Emily moved and took you into her arms completely. YOu clung to your mum as if you were four years old again, letting every emotion come out. The anxiety about telling her, the anxiety about the baby. The idea of even having a baby. A new relationship you didn’t know if you were ready for. The fact you were going to be a mum. The way you were only seventeen. The tears ripped through your body but Emily held you the entire time. She didn’t let go, not once.

“I was 15 when I first got pregnant,” Emily said softly, handing you a cup of tea. “

“What?” You replied, eyes wide. Your jaw dropped. Emily smiled at the reaction. “Fifteen?”

“Fifteen.” She took a deep breath before explaining. “I lived in Rome at the time, with my mum who was working hard. I had sex with boys to fit in, being a teenager is hard, I understand that more than you know. Anyway, church and religion was a big thing. My priest said that if I abort the baby, I’m not welcome back into the church. Obviously, I was fifteen, still at school - my mum couldn’t know. I had no other choice. I ended up aborting the baby but my friends helped me back into the church-” she explained. You listened intently.

“Does it make you sad?” you asked.

“What?”

“That you didn’t keep the baby?”

“All the time. I’ll grieve for the baby for as long as I’m alive but I know I made the right choice. My body was still so young, I don’t think it would have even managed to keep a baby safe, as well as me. And then the external factors - plus,” she smiled and grabbed your hand. “If I had kept the baby, I probably never would have had you.” You blushed and lowered your head.

“Are you ashamed?” You whispered.

“I’ll never be ashamed of what I did to fit -”

“No mum,” you interrupted. “Are you ashamed of me?” You saw her heart break through her eyes and she shook her head so adamantly.

“I would never, ever be ashamed of you. Y/N I am so proud of you.”

“Proud for getting knocked up at 17?” you scoffed.

“Hey, no.” she shook her head again. “You don’t talk about yourself or my grandchild like that. Ever. What happened, happened. As you said, it was an accident. Sweetheaart, you’re seventeen. You’re exploring your body and naturally boys too. These things are bound to happen. Perhaps if you were drugged up and on alcohol and got with about five men and we didn’t know who the dad was then I’d probably be a little disappointed but never ashamed.” you began to cry again and she pulled you into a hug.

It was baby shopping day. You had a bump, a cute one that everyone found adorable. Everyone had been so supportive. The entire team adored you evern more, buying you gifts, checking up on you, helping you decorate. JJ, a mum herself, had been lovely and so supportive. Giving you remedies, tips, massages - it had been amazing. Not only had your family stepped up but your boyfriends had too. Hsi family have loved you through it all. You agreed to stay living at home with your mum. Your boyfriend planned on moving in just before the baby arrived - after his exams - so he could help. Your mum wasn’t too bothered about you finishing school this time round as she knew she had more than enough money to send you back when you were ready, even if it was from home.

Garcia and JJ turned up in the car together as you and your boyfriend stood outside the house, waiting for Emily.

“She’s meeting us there, she got a bit caught up with work,” JJ said, opening the door for you.

“She’ll definitely meet us there?” You asked, sad she wouldn’t be able to shop with you. Her opinion was the most important.

“Defiently honey, now hop in,” Garcia said. You got into the car and put on your belt. Your boyfriend sat beside you and held your hand the entire drive, knowing about your new found travel sickness.

Shopping was so succesful. You were pretty sure that between the lot of you, you’d spent over a grand but you didn’t even care. Uncle Rossi had sent money, your grandparents had sent money, everyone you knew had sent you money to put towards baby Prentiss and you were so happy. It had been one of the most amazing days in the pregnancy journey. Whilst you were exhausted from being on your feet, you were even more excited for the little one to arrive.

The baby nursery was ready a few weeks before baby was due. It was under the sea themed, perfect for you and you’re little kicker. Your boyfriend’s exams were over too and he was in the process of moving his things in. Derek had helped build the nursery and Emily hadn’t left your side.

With such a supportive group, you knew the birth of the baby was going to be easy sailing. And it was.

Emily stood on one side, your boyfriend on the other. JJ and Garcia were in the room too, as well as your boyfriend’s mum.

“So go on, tell us the name you chose,” JJ smiled - she’d been in on it since the start. Holding the bundle of pink blankets and tiny baby in your arms, you looked up at your mum with tears in your eyes.

“Mum, you’ve been there every step of the way. From the moment you adopted me at five to this very second you haven’t left my side and I’m so grateful. I’m so proud of you for putting your life of the line everyday to serve the country and bring down the bad guys. I’m so proud of how unbelievably strong you are no matter what you’ve been through. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how incredible you are. Everyone can see that. I want my baby to have your strength, determination, huge heart and the most beautiful smile.” Tears were streaming down Emily’s face as she caressed your hair. “We decided to call her Emily Hope Prentiss.”

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wandanatss · 8 months

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heart in hand - chapter one;

things haven't been the same since you came into my life

summary: Summer of 1995 finds you in a cafe with a new-to-town Natasha Romanov. Little do you know, this day is going to change your life.

warning(s): swearing, slight mentions of guns & bullying.

word count: 1,087 words

author's note: i don't have access to the app i use to make covers/headers/dividers for my fics, so this canva one i threw together literally five minutes ago looks good enough. the dividers i used are by @cafekitsune. reblogs would help <3 i'm open to constructive criticism! i especially hope that one anon who helped a lot earlier likes it!

It all began in the summer of ‘95, in a little shop north of town. You sat there every day for want of something to do, someone to talk to. Being the friendless nerd was fine during the school year, but in the summer you always shifted from being alone to lonely.

Your fingers tapped out an errant beat on the countertop, and you hummed a mindless tune. Your eyes droved over the menu as though your were trying to find something you wanted; as though you hadn’t already memorized it in your countless trips to the shop. In the end, though, you picked your usual - a sandwich, a doughnut, and a Coke. Picking the items up off of the counter once you got them, you sat at the only empty table there - a two-seater near the very back, where no one could see you. Figures. Invisible everywhere in the world, it seemed.

As you started to munch on the sandwich, interspersed with sips of your drink, your eyes watched the windows. Maybe you’d have your ‘movie moment’, where someone walked in that you fell in love with. Maybe it would be the person of your dreams. You looked down for a moment to pick up the cup, and within those few seconds, the door opened and a bell jingled. You looked up.

Y/n: I don’t know, it was fate or something. This absolute bombshell of a girl walked in. Her coppery-red hair tumbled over her shoulders, her eyes were bright, and she had the perfect red lip. She wore a thin white shirt, clinging to her with sweat. Her shorts were blue, and truly made her look like she had legs for days. When she ordered and got her food, she just wandered around for a minute before she saw me. Saw the seat in front of me. She smiled, asking if she could sit. Of course, I agreed. Neither of us knew it yet, but it was the start of something truly iconic. The girl, of course, was Natasha Romanov. We were both seventeen at the time.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

You introduced yourself, and started to make small talk about the weather – sweat-soaked Natasha’s body was a sight to see, and under the A/C breeze, her hair fluttered around her face. You were flushed, but you could pass it off to the heat, too. As Natasha waved over a waitress and placed her own order (a strawberry milkshake and a sandwich), you took the time to observe her.

She had her bicycle keys in her pocket, and two bracelets hanging from her arm. One was beaded, with the little alphabet charms reading N A T in different colours. The other was a few simple strings wound together and tied, giving the effect of a young child having made it. Now that you were closer to her, you could see the bottom of her hair bleached and cool-toned, showing her having dyed it blue a while back.

“Y/n? Do you want something too?” asked Natasha, a silent smirk in her eyes. She knew what you were doing.

Eventually, once the waitress was gone, you and Natasha struck up an easy flowing conversation. She confessed that she had biked here in the heat to get out of town, have her own ‘summer experience’. She was new. That explained why she hadn’t been in high school with you. You smiled and told her all about the high school she’d likely be joining, and joked about how she should make it a point to stay away from you. It would be social suicide, you explained.

Natasha turned slightly away at the comment, something catching her eyes, but looked back with a frown on her face.

“I think people should be lucky to know you, Y/n. You’re a good – a good friend.”

Through the chat you have with her, you discover that not only can she play the guitar, but also the drums. She can also sing, insanely well if the competition awards aren’t a lie, and she’s just a fucking dream. She gave you her home-phone number, and her address. Call me, she wrote on the paper napkin, like she was some kind of rogueish flirt and not a schoolgirl still in her teens.

You took the napkin home with you and pinned it onto a little board, fingers moving over the bumps in the paper where she had pressed too hard with the pen. Call me. Come over sometime. You smiled, idling near the telephone. Maybe you would call her later, you thought.

Natasha Romanov: Y/n, they were an interesting person. My first friend who wasn’t my sister. We’d both been adopted, and been the town freaks for a while. Yelena, she was all spite and rage packed into a little spitfire of a ten-year-old child. It didn’t help that she wanted to give her opinions freely. It was my job to protect her, and when that backfired, we had to move. This far into the story, you already know I wouldn’t be too cut up about it. I had my sister and my adoptive parents. End of fuckin’ story, right? And then the chapter turned. After I met Y/n that day, everything changed. I finally had a reason to stay in the new town. I had made a friend.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

As you lay in bed that night, all hot and bothered about the day you’ve had, words start to form in your mind. Fragments; not enough to be worth writing, but you can see where you’ve started to... well, you’ve started thinking up a song.

The next morning, you wake up from a rather pleasant dream to hammering on your bedroom door.

“Wake up, kid! It’s time to go!”

Oh. It was your mother, a staunch stickler for early-birds-get-the-worm. You would’ve far preferred to sleep in, especially in the summer, but the thoughts from the previous night – the song you thought of – had finally almost fully formed in your mind. You were eager to pen it down in case you forgot, but first, to appease your mother, you showered and had some cereal. Then you were back in your room, ready to write.

She’s got blue hair and a pretty pink smile

Looks that can kill and hands in mine

She’s a girl she’s a gun she’s the newest chapter

She’s a dream and what my heart’s been chasin’ after…

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Two Selfies

Male Reader x Naoi Rei

Length: 1000 words

Tags: quickie, couple sex, pussy eating, clit play, ass eating, ass fingering, hard sex, doggystyle, cumshot, pre/post sex pic, basically pornography, making people envy perhaps, girlfriend!Rei

TW: QUICKIE; UNEDITED

Inspiration: that Rei picture and random thought kekw

(A/N: I am back, with a quickie I wrote in 35 mins or so. Some bigger things will come soon, promise. @pfxhk I hope you don’t hate me uwu.)

"Vacation Selfie~ Miss you all" Posted by Rei.

In a matter of seconds, dozens of people double tap on the picture Rei posted on Instagram. Her cute pose in the hotel room is admired by her family, friends from work, girls that look up to her and slimy guys that simp for her relentlessly. No matter who, no matter where, they all raise Rei's like counter, while you raise an eyebrow.

Your girlfriend sits beside you on the white cushion. The two of you enjoyed a lazy morning with music on your phones, when she suddenly decides to do this. Not that you are against it, but the lack of anticipation makes you question if Rei really thought it through.

It is an agreement the two of you have decided on, sort of like a code or game. It was Reis idea and it's for her amusement:

Whenever she posts a cute picture to lure in all her desperate male admirers, you have to stimulate her while she chats with them. After that, you are allowed to have your way with her. A lot of things are fair game with Rei, so it's one of your most exciting times of the week.

And now, she triggered it again.

Immediately, you pull down her loose dungaree along with her panties as she gets onto all fours. Rei's hair is always trimmed perfectly, and you relish in playing with her pussy and the beauty surrounding it. As always, she gives her most beautiful, shy giggle while not-so-shly pressing her ass onto your face.

"You taste needy, dear."

"Hihi, not as needy as these guys."

This is the part where you eat her out, play with her highly sensitive clit or rim her gorgeous ass, while she plays with the hopes of some poor losers. It's an evil game and you should be ashamed of doing this—but you feel no shame. There is only room for pride in your head, because Rei is yours.

"You're so pretty. I'd looooooove to go out for ice with you. Terrible. In the trash, hm."

The first comment. The tip of your tongue rests at her hard nub, your fingers gently spread her labia open. Then you move over the slick, juice folds and collect nectar. A sudden suck makes Rei giggle and mewl into her next comment.

"I would literally—hihi, huuuu—die for you, my Queen. Take my humble heart, please. Aww, he tried~."

Your journey continues. You arrive at the valley Rei's full ass cheeks form. Her puckered hole twitches delicately, and you waste no time looking at it any longer. Eagerly you eat out Rei's ass, sucking, licking, dragging your tongue over it. A kiss to her left to start the finale.

"Feels so good~. Are you a door? Cuz I'd smash you. This one is funny, babe—oh God!"

The knuckles of your middle finger disappear in Rei's asshole. Gently you thrust and curl it. Your girlfriend drops the phone and takes her first look backwards. She might still look incredible, wonderful even, but her innocent cuteness is replaced by fluttery eyes and a wide open mouth. Moans and curses fly from it.

"My turn, babe."

"Yes, of course."

"Stay like this. I know how to make your pussy even tighter."

Before she can respond, you fish out your cock and push it against her entrance, finger still firmly in her ass. Then you glide in easily and press your digit down onto the entering cock. Rei gasps and you lean next to her ear.

"So? You want me to leave and let some of these fuckers take your holes?"

"N-no."

"Really? They sounded convincing. Maybe they are good in bed."

"No! Th-their cocks are small and they could never fuck me l-like you."

"Exactly."

Press Rei's head down and fuck away. Her screams shoot into the mattress, the same soaks up her drool. Sadly, not every bit of her spotless back is visible, because she didn't remove her blue top, but with a yank her tits are freed. They are always bigger than in your head and flap around as you pound into Rei's cunt.

Your ass-fucking finger isn't idle either. It moves up and down rapidly, making Rei's incredible tight pussy tighter in crazy intervals. Rarely have you felt this close this early. However, a final extreme is yet to come.

A companion. A second finger. It penetrates Rei and she shrieks, her legs shivering, mouth gaping.

"B-babe."

"Relax. God, why is your ass so fucking amazing?"

"Babe, ahh!"

This is your favorite Rei: ass up, face visible from the side still, drool all over. Her brown locks stick to her sweaty skin, her ass ripples, but her fat thighs ripple more. And her insane pussy doesn't stop to squeeze out your baby batter. Spurt after spurt is fucked out of your balls, leaving them dry, but satisfied. Rei is perfect.

Give her thighs a slap, then it's time to pull out. Your dizzy head comes up with a satisfying finish on the fly, as you force her head back up. God, in this state it’s almost a waist not to kiss her lubricated lips that ruin the blanket with drool.

"Strike the pose from before, quick!"

Rei does as told and you jerk yourself off in front of her. Streaks of white, gooey cum adorn Rei, from her hairline to her bosom. She is perfect, even for painting and as she is still panting and winking with her left eye, you take a picture with your phone.

"Hey!"

"Nice. They all see you like this—"

You show her the original Instagram picture. Rei, adorable, innocent, excited with squeezable cheeks. The Rei everyone has in mind all the time.

"—but I get to see this."

Then you flip to the new pic. Rei, messy, lusty, exhausted with cum-glazed cheeks. The Rei only you have in mind and only you will continue to paint her.

Next time, you’ll fill her cheeks though.

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znerac · 11 months

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Hey (I never know how to start asking stuff)

Could I have a fic base on this cover version I think it make a great Pedro pascal fic (or one of his characters)(I think the cover sound more heartbreaking)

https://youtu.be/aQ-vU28uPb0

(King of Leon-dancing on my own)

Thank u

From abby

Got a good angst idea from this!! Hope it was what you were going for!

No pronouns except they/them were used for a reader-friendly Experience :)

Song cover

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader. Warning: heavy angst, abandoning, abandonment issues, crying, hurt/comfort, mutual pining. Summary: Pedro invites his best friend to a bar, who has had a thing for him for years. Pedro inevitably forgets about the readers existance as he talk to a girl on the other side of the club. Where the reader gets feels and breaks down. A/N: i LOVE me some good angst! Hopefully the little spark of romance at the end fits nicely :) I've been conjuring up this idea since the ping!

Dancing On My Own

You and Pedro have been friends for ages, early in your teen years you guys had met. Secretly, you had always had a bit of a crush on your guy-friend. But in fear of rejection, you had kept those feelings for over twenty years. And he never made a move on you so you assumed he didn't feel like you did.

You sat on the island stool as Pedro shrugged on a jacket, smiling over at you. "Excited? We haven't been out in a few weeks." he chimed, planting his palms on the island counter. You gave him a warm smile, nodding. "Oh, yeah. I've been looking forward to some Pedrito time" you hummed, hopping off the stool. He snickered at the name, brushing his hands on his jeans before heading to the door. "Think we'll need to get an uber tonight?" you ask, and he shook his head. "Nahh, I'm not plannin on getting that drunk. Just loose and dancy" he said with a grin. Those beautiful brown eyes staring into yours. You were glad to have such an opportunity to have him look at you so often.

Walking to his car, you called dibs on the aux. Knowing he would of handed it to you anyways, but you liked the spunk in your step. Hopping into the passenger seat, and snatching the aux. Giddily changing it to your favorite playlist and looking over at Pedro with a smile as he did with you. Sinking his foot on the pedal and getting out of the driveway.

"Jesus, you've been playing this song since we were teenagers" Pedro said, chuckling softly. "Oh please, says the man who puts on the same chilean song on repeat for hours" you teased, making him bat his hand at you playfully. "Its a good song!!" he defended, ultimately accepting the defeat and stopping at a red light. "Wanna grab a bite to eat before we hit the club?" he asks, and you nod. "I could definitely eat some five guys right now" you said with a knowing glare, Pedro let out a fake moan, "God you know me so welll.." he said with a smile, the thought of his favorite fast food restaurant filling his senses. "Alright. Five guys and then the club. On it" you say with a tap to the dash.

Dinner was great, you laughed as Pedro took his sweet time eating his burger and drinking that strawberry milkshake of his. While you were done and snacking on the complimentary peanuts. You didn't mind though, soaking up every second with your best friend. After all, his work is busy and you were missing having time with him.

Once you both were happy and full, Pedro drove the two of you to the bar he had in mind. One that was usually not so crowded, but tonight was apparently different, there was a good crowd.

You and pedro sat at the bar and ordered a couple drinks, sipping at them and chatting, like the good old days when you first turned 20. The memories planting a sweet smile on your face. Pedro furrowed his brows, "what are you smiling about?" he teases, nudging your shoulder. Snapping from your trance, you hummed "thinkin about when we first turned twenty and came to a bar like this" you said, sipping on the bitter drink you had. Pedro nodded "reminicing? Jesus your old" he joked, making you roll your eyes and sip on your drink.

There was a good hour where you two sat, chatted and drank. Occasionally speaking with the occasional stranger. Until a song that came on that made you both spring up to your feet. "Shit, Pedro, this is our song!!" you yipped, dragging him to the dance floor. He laughs, "Our song? You mean the song that-" you interrupted "-That was playing when i crashed into you during the valentines day dance! Yes! The day we met" you said with a playful wink, taking his hands and twirling the man in front of you. "Right, the night you ultimately ruined my life with your presence" he joked back, shaking his hips and pulling from your grip.

You laughed, "oh shut up! I made your life better you little ass" you yelled, the music and chatter making it hard to hear each other. Pedro chuckled, "sure you did" he retorts, then looks over as a pretty woman taps his shoulder. "Hey, can i dance with ya?" she asks, Pedro looking over at you to make sure you were alright with it. You gave him a simple nod, "I'll grab another drink, check in when your done dancing" you said, giving Pedro an honest smile before walking off the dance floor and getting to the bar. It was nice seeing Pedro get along with people, and he was good with checking in on you. So you weren't worried. Ordering another drink as you sat on a stool and chatted up the bar tender.

Well, Half an hour went on and Pedro hadn't come to say anything. But you brushed it off, ordering another drink. And then another when he didn't show an hour later. You bit your lip, anxious that he'd maybe gotton kidnapped or something. But with a simple turn of your stool you saw the opposite. Pedro was in the corner with the same chick, Talking her up with a grand smile, even gently touching her arm in an attempt to flirt. You held your breath, you weren't against him meeting some new girl or whatever. But it just itched at you that maybe he forgot about you.

You glanced at the bartender, asking for a few shots to loosen yourself up more. And when you glanced back at pedro, your stomach dropped seeing him all over her. Kissing and touching one another like they were the only ones in the room. Your gut made your voice crack as you asked for a few more shots. Downing them all at once. Sure, it was dumb to drink your feelings out. But it just hurt seeing him so interested in somebody like that. Especially after hiding your feelings for him for so long. You sat on your stool, fighting back the burning of tears threatening to fall. And you looked at the bartender, sliding your card over to pay for your drinks. Pedro wasn't going to come back, you knew that.

It felt like a sharp object impaled your stomach, taking your card back and getting to your feet, feeling your stomach twist as you saw pedro in the corner booth with that woman. You swallowed the lump in your throat and left the bar, unsure of where you were exactly going, but you couldn't be in there. Knowing that he forgot about you, knowing he wouldn't come back and likely take that chick to bed. You felt like throwing up. Holding your stomach as you walked down the sidewalk, tears streaming down your cheeks and falling to the cement.

The alcohol quickly rutted into your system, making you dizzy. You needed to sit somewhere, finding a bench and sitting as you held your stomach. You felt alone, sad, and heartbroken. A sob catching in your throat, erupting as tears fell out of your eyes. Eventually you saw a cop car pull up, and a male officer stepped out. Anxiety crept through your throat as you wiped your tears away and looked up at the officer now standing above you. "You alright there bud?" he asked, full well knowing you weren't. You shook your head. "I'm drunk, sad, and i just, i don't know what i want" you shuddered. The officer nodded, putting a hand out. "I'll give you a ride home. Its dangerous bein out this late." he said, and you deliberately took his hand, uncaring if this was unsafe. Stepping into a cops car. It was likely to turn out fine, but you still had to play the 'what if' game.

Sliding into the passenger seat, you sniffed as you buckled yourself in. The officer taking the drivers seat. "Alright, where do ya live? I'll take you home nice and safe" he said, looking over at you. For some reason the officers caring eyes made you break a small smile, telling him your address. Thanking the universe for an easy way home.

"Whats got you all upset?" he asked, eyes keen on the road, "boy problems?" he joked softly, trying to up the mood. You frowned and let out a small sob, to which he frowned at. "Sorry." he mumbled out. The rest of the ride silent, but comfortable. You sincerely thanked him before stumbling inside of your house, kicking your shoes off and heading upstairs. Falling into your bed and letting your tears take over. Sobbing as you felt broken, being forgotton was a fear of yours. And when it came to life, with your best friend.. You couldn't help but feel worse.

At some point you fell asleep, but woke up around three in the morning to hear your phone dinging and vibrating. Deliriously picking it up and answering the phone call. Humming to indicate you were there.

"Fuck, finally! Where did you go? I've been trying to call you for ages!"

You knew that voice. Pedro's concerned tone made you choke out a sob, remembering how he left you alone for hours. "I- are you okay? Whats wrong?" he asked, but you couldn't get yourself to answer, croaking out an 'im sorry' before hanging up.

Around half an hour went by before you heard your front door swing open. You didn't care to get up, laying helplessly in bed as your thoughts took over you. But moments later, Pedro stood in your doorframe, soft eyes looking over at you. "Oh honey-" he said softly, walking to your side and sitting on the bed, hand coming to rest on your leg. "What happened? Did some guy hurt ya? Whats wrong-"

"Pedro" you mumbled out, not even bothering to wipe your tears this time. "You left me for hours.. Didn't say anything to me" you said weakly, "then you were all over that chick.. Obviously you wanted nothing to do with me.. So i left" you whispered, catching a sob in your throat. Pedro looked down at you, his eyes saddening. "I'm sorry.. I- just got distracted-" he said, noticing how his excused meant nothing. "I.. Really am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel forgotten. Please forgive me" he said, feeling his own gut drop and swirl around.

You whimpered, covering yourself more with the blanket you had covering yourself. "Pedro.. Have you ever.. Like, Liked me?" you asked, avoiding his gaze. When he said nothing, you let out a shaky sigh. "I-i've been in love with you for years.. Pedro.. But you never seemed interested so i didn't say anything" you started, "but you always made sure i was there, made sure you had time for me. Maybe thats why i stuck to you"

You bit your lip, looking over at his soft face. Pedro sighed, "look i.. I didn't know. I should of though about you." he says, "if I'm being completely honest i thought you were never interested in me, so i never tried to say something.. But your on my mind every single day. I promise." he admitted, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. "I love you, so much. And i.. Want to make it up to you. What i did was shitty. I don't know why i was so blind." he stated, running his fingers through your hair.

You sobbed quietly, "do you really mean it?" you croaked, looking up at him. Pedro nodded, hand caressing and resting on your cheek. "I love you. I have been in love with you for so long.. Hearing you say how you feel just makes me realize how dumb i was for not taking my chances with such an amazing and gorgeous person like you" he said with a soft smile.

You couldn't help but crack a smile, "i-i love you to" you said softly, then eyes shifting to his lips. He chuckled, "I'm not going to make another mistake like that. I'm gonna treat you right.." he said, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. "Starting now.." he mumbles, leaning down and connecting your lips in a soft and loving kiss.

*****

A/N: okay i might of been half asleep writing this but i hope you enjoyed at least! I know i enjoyed writing this! Not proofread because im tired and want this out ××

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blueparadis · 2 years

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❝ WEEKENDS ❞ + NANAMI KENTO

+. CWs —» gn-reader, domestic fluff, non-explicit smut; word count — 0.66k

+. NOTES — » this piece is based on this request. hope you like it <3

+. SYNOPSIS —» a simple habit when done regularly becomes a part of routine. Nanami just wanted to make sure it stays that way.

⌗ tags —» @mrskodzuken @jotatetsuken @nanamis-wifey-reye + ( tap here to view my works )

Weekends were not always like these, especially after moving out to a new apartment. A place closer to your new job as well as afar from Kento’s warm embrace.

It’s been a month since you shifted and he has visited almost every weekend. On some Saturdays, he would wait for you outside the office while on others you’d find him waiting for you at the said spot. Naturally weekend dates became regular.

Yesterday was no exception but if his habit of dropping by every weekend goes on, the next step might be sooner than you’d expect.

It’s not like you didn’t want to, it’s just that you don’t want it to be impulsive, a mere heat of the moment.

And Nanami was everything but impulsive. But with you, it’s different. He is impulsive, pampered, and even childish.

Today, he was standing outside your office with an extremely bored look on his face under the umbrella.

“Did ‘toru bail on you again?”, you asked with a hint of amusement carefully jumping over the puddles. It’s still lightly raining. He exhaled a breath giving you a nod. Unlike other days, he is not chatty today.

“Here”, you extended your hand as he rolled his eyes taking the ice cream and exclaiming, “Thank you. Your Highness, how kind of you to remember my taste”

You scoffed in surprise thinking what must have gojo done to piss him off at the edge.

Even though you two were standing on the pavement of a cross-road the street felt lonely probably because everyone was busy with their own lives and no one would bother a glance at you two lovebirds.

Still, the moment his fingers brushed against yours, a wave of warmth washed over you. It’s embarrassing how you still get so flustered even after being in a relationship for almost a year.

The signal turns red, and each and every car has come to halt, few people are crossing the secluded street. The only sound you could here were of the splattering raindrops and his soft breath as lips dashed on yours.

He hates these types of actions and so do you, but for you, he is willing to bend his morals along with yours.

“Could you give me a heads-up next time? you protested as soon as he pulled away yet still so close to your face.

“Now you’re finally looking at me. he glances at the signal. It’s red to green again.

You seemed distracted.”

“That doesn’t mean you can kiss me in the middle of the street ”, your pitch was higher than usual but he didn’t falter a bit.

“You did seem to like it.”, he quipped and at the next red signal, you stomped across the street without bothering about getting wet in rain and totally walking opposite to your home. You were that furious.

But like always, he always seemed to get through to you and after a while, you were in his apartment pressed against the wall, too absorbed in him to get rid of your soaked clothes. He always knew how to tame you every time you threw a tantrum.

The next morning when you woke up, an awful headache buzzed your senses. Nanami wasn’t in bed. You looked around and noticed a used condom peeking through the hole-dustbin. You groaned in annoyance getting out of bed.

“I thought you left... for jogging...”, you uttered sitting on the counter having his only shirt on you.

“Nope, just making pancakes”

And just like that, you were back at his apartment. You looked around remembering how he dried your hair while you sat on that sofa, how he always had the geyser on since you catch a cold easily, and how he never forgot to leave messages , to put sticky notes on the fridge. Those are still there.

You walked up to the fridge and murmured, “I love your apartment” as you brushed your fingers on them.

“Our apartment”, he corrected kissing your nape. Weekends were not always like these.

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Steady ~ Tommy Shelby x male!Reader (Fluff)

Summary: When (Y/N) can't figure out a mistake in the accounts, his stress and fatigue get the better of him. He didn't expect any help, least of all from Tommy Shelby.

Note: My first male!reader. Here is my [Masterlist].

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: Blood. Expect canon confirming tone, language and depiction of violence. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Request: yes ("Thomas Shelby with a reader who bleed from his nose due to fatigue.")

Wordcount: 1832 words

The light began to flicker for the fourth, no fifth time in the last ten minutes alone, sending shadows over the lines of writing that seemed to shrink in size the longer (Y/N) looked at them.

He had done so for at least an hour now, maybe two, stuck on one and the same problem.

I can't possibly be so stupid. The mistake has to be here somewhere.

That much he knew.

But beyond this page, he hadn't managed to narrow it down and the more often he repeated the calculations on the sheet next to him, the less sense it all made.

There is a mistake and I can find it. I can fix it.

He couldn't possibly go home without finding it. It would be capitulation, it would be failure.

Pathetic.

Especially since he had gotten so much done so far.

The lamp flickered again, as if it was mocking him.

Rubbing his tremble, he pressed the cold pen against it to relieve some of the throbbing.

It was only a small help but he could cling to that as if it was a lifeline, a tiny bit more sanity, a little less agony.

And right now, he was desperate for every last bit that would steady his breathing and soothe the pounding in his head.

He heard it before he felt it, his eyes still forced shut in a pitiful last stand against the headache.

Drip. Drip.

(Y/N)'s eyes shot open and saw the round circles of crimson, slowly spreading out on the pristine white page, like a flower spreading out its petals.

Drip.

No, no, no.

He couldn't get it dirty, that would ruin it. One of his arms shot up, blocking the flow with his sleeve as he fidgeted with the folder to remove the paper before the blood could soak through and stain the other pages.

He came too late for the next two pages, but the one after that had remained untouched.

But that still left him with three pages of earnings that were ruined- that would have to be retyped before anyone found out.

I can do it before anyone notices. I'll have to do it.

But before he could do that, he'd have to ensure that he didn't cause an even bigger mess at his desk.

By now he could smell nothing but iron, and felt the spreading dampness of the soaked shirt reach his lips.

When he stood, his head spun. His other hand braced itself against the desk, the next against Lizzie's, then the door and finally he reached the small kitchen.

For a second, he allowed himself to just stand, both hands clutching the sink until his knuckles turned white as the blood dripped down into the sink.

There was no use now, reaching for a handkerchief. He needed something bigger, something that would be able to soak up enough to prevent a mess.

Searching around he found one of the discarded tea towels and grabbed it with one hand while pinching his nose with the other, in a desperate attempt to stop the flow.

He threw it in the sink and turned on the tap, while the pounding in his head only grew stronger.

This was the last thing he needed, the last thing any one of them needed.

"The hell is going on here?", A sharp voice asked, making (Y/N) realise that it was the second to last thing he had needed.

Still covering his face with his hands, he turned to face his boss- the boss of all Birmingham.

"Nothing to worry about, Mr. Shelby.", He said quickly, his hip hitting the counter.

"I'll put the papers in order, don't worry. Please."

Tommy Shelby's brow furrowed as he closed the distance between them.

"Why the hell are you bleeding? Did anyone try to take the earnings?"

(Y/N) shook his head, only to feel a stabbing pain at the side of it.

A curse slipped from his lips, allowing blood to enter his mouth

He already tasted nothing but, so it made little difference and yet it made him cough.

"Fucking hell.", Tommy hissed as he pulled his hands away as if they belonged to a child and not a grown man.

Whatever he saw made his icy blue eyes widen.

"You look like you've taken a proper beating.", He said through clenched teeth.

"I didn't, though."

He hadn't taken a beating or stood his ground in a fight. He hadn't been strong or brave, but weak. Weak enough to let his nerves get the better of him again.

Tommy Shelby looked at him confused.

"Why are you bleeding?", He demanded to know, repeating the question from before but with less haste and more suspicion lacing his words.

If it were any other man, he would have waved it off, had shrugged and refused to answer, but one didn't do that with Tommy Shelby. Not in this and not ever.

"This happens sometimes.", He mumbled into his already dark sleeve, but that didn't do much good. So he reached for the towel and balled it up in his hands before pressing his face into it, leaning forward.

It made his whole body sway.

"Steady on!", Tommy warned, one hand finding his back and the other clasping itself over the towel.

"Can you still breath like this?", He wanted to know.

(Y/N) muttered a faint affirmation and heard his boss inhale deeply.

He expected him to move back, to walk away and leave him to his nosebleed and worries. And perhaps a part of him would even have preferred it.

Instead, he kept standing right there, one hand on his back and the other holding the towel, so close that he could listen to the sound of his heartbeat.

Even as the minutes passed, he stayed.

(Y/N) didn't know for how long they had stood there, but his own arm was getting weak. If Tommy Shelby felt a similar strain, he didn't let it show.

"'s better now.", He finally assured him when the ache in his arm became too much.

When he removed the towel he took a deep breath. Even if his nose wasn't bleeding anymore, it would soon be crusted with blood.

Wrinkling it in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the itch, he turned away, only to be pulled back around by his hand. The grip was determined but not forceful.

"You look like a pig after being slaughtered.", Tommy said.

Glancing down at himself, he knew he must have a point. His one sleeve was completely soaked, having caught most of his blood, but a decent portion had dripped down to his shirt, staining it beyond salvation.

With one hand he held him in place, as the other pulled forth a handkerchief and held it under running water.

"It'll get ruined.", (Y/N) argued, but Tommy only scoffed as he began to clean the blood off of him with almost military diligence, one hand under his chin.

"When does this happen, eh?", He wanted to know as he dabbed around his nose gently.

"When there's a lot going on.", (Y/N) mumbled. "When there's a lot to do and little time to do it."

He crooked one eyebrow once again, which proved to be a better inquisition technique than the Spanish ever thought of.

"I wanted to get the numbers finished, the one John brought in."

"We don't need them for another week.", Tommy reminded him, twisting the handkerchief around his finger to gain more control in an attempt to get every last bit of blood.

"I wanted to get it done. There was an inconsistency and I couldn't figure it out. I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby."

That man only needed to snap his fingers and he'd be out on his back, or worse. His words carried more power here than any other, but he also didn't need to get others to do his dirty work. Tommy Shelby was perfectly capable of doing that by himself.

And yet the very same hands that cut and beat and killed and blinded were now strangely gentle as they removed any trace of the blood.

"I'll tell you why,", he scoffed. "It's a Friday night and you've been here since what? Eight am? Six? Still trying to do numbers. No wonder you can't find anything."

His mouth ran dry with shame, as the other man shook his head.

A thin line of thought formed between his brows and it stayed there as he continued to work at his face with cold water, his own handkerchief and dedication, until he was pleased with his handiwork.

Once finished, he tossed the handkerchief and the towel into a corner.

"Right, here's what we will do.", He said, clearing his throat. "You won't come in tomorrow. Or the day after. Take the weekend off and rest, you hear me?"

So I'm not fired?

"Monday you arrive no earlier than eight and you bring the books to my office and we'll figure it out together, yes?"

"I can do them tomorrow, Mr. Shelby.", He offered quickly.

"I'm not asking, (Y/N).", Tommy hissed. "Take a day to rest and a day to enjoy yourself. Take some girl dancing or whatever you young people do these days. Think of something other than numbers."

To another, this offer might seem tempting. Not to him though.

"I don't go dancing.", He told the tips of his shoes.

"You don't like dancing?", His boss wanted to know.

He spoke without thinking and regretted the words as soon as they left his lips, like arrows shot before proper aim was taken.

"Don't like the expectations that come after."

To his surprise, Tommy Shelby snorted on amusement.

"Well, you've got all of Saturday to figure out what you're doing on Sunday."

For a moment he hesitated, unsure if his next words would fall on sympathetic ears.

"And if you can't come up with anything, be here at eight. But don't bring your briefcase, 'cause you won't be doing numbers."

Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to look at him confused.

"What then?"

The faintest hint of a smile played on his lips as he tilted his head to one side.

"I'm going to look at how my race horse is doing and some country air would do you good."

Before he could voice his doubt or his concern, or assure him that while he was grateful for the offer, he couldn't possibly accept, he felt Tommy's hand on his shoulder.

"Come on.", He insisted, urging him forward.

(Y/N) glanced back at the crumpled towels, and the light that yet flickered on his desk- remembering the stained papers.

"But the mess. I have to-"

"Someone else'll fix it.", He insisted sharply undermining any chance he would have at an argument. But then his tone softened.

"Now come, I'll drive you home."

End.

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pedroschka · 1 year

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Glasses

Joseph Quinn x reader

Summary: Joe being an annoying little shit and keeps stealing your glasses (affectionately)

A/n: just a short something today fluff

Soaking in the heated water, feeling it hug every inch of your skin and washing away every worry that had lashed onto you throughout the day, Reading glasses perched onto your nose and kindle in a tight grip you let yourself drift away from reality. The big three-wick scented candle on the edge of the tub illuminated the otherwise dark bathroom and rounded up the whole ' romantic me time' atmosphere.

The alone time didn't last long though, interrupted by the sound of keys jingling and shoes shuffling through the hallway. You looked over your glasses at the bathroom door and only a few seconds later your boyfriend's head peaked inside and looked eyes with yours, a welcoming smile warming up his whole face.

"hey beautiful, how was your day" he greated you and walked into the bathroom

"good until you disturbed my peaceful after-work bath" you teased but told him of your day and some dumb stuff your colleagues did at work. Meanwhile, he's undressing himself to join you inside the tub, a familiar routine for you both already. You skid forward a bit to make more room, the water sloshing as he got inside, arranging himself behind you with his legs on each side of you, having to bend them a bit in the small tub. When he seems comfortable enough you lean back again with his hands instantly folded together in front of your stomach while you focused again on your reading.

But Not shortly after you felt distracted by Joe's breathing down your neck, creeping unnecessarily close and squinting his eyes at the display.

"babe, where are your glasses again?"

"somewhere in the living room I think" he mumbled and shortly after grabbed yours, pushing it onto his nose and snatching the kindle right out of your hands too, humming satisfied as he clearly could make out the small words now without straining his eyes. Tapping his chest as an invitation for you to lay down, you sighed but turned your head a bit so your cheek hits his chest and closed your eyes, enjoying his deep voice reading to you out loud.

---

You could've sworn you put down your glasses behind you on the counter, just a minute ago to rub your teary eyes after cutting some onions like the recipe told you to do for the first step. But now they're just gone. Checking your head for the third time to really make sure you didn't just push them up your hair again, but no

Gone.

"Babe! Have you seen my glasses?" you shouted into the living room behind you where you know Joe just went as he passed you. After a short pause, a small "no?" was replied to you. Sounding way too unsure for you to not check out yourself.

"I swear if I'm already getting dementia in my twenty's I'm gonna... JOSEPH!"

his head snapped up to you, shocked brown eyes blown wide, not expecting to hear his full name from you. He made himself comfortable on the sofa with his laptop in his lap and there on his nose. Your glasses.

You instantly snatched them off his nose and he actually pouted at you "you have your own, stop stealing mine!"

"I can't find them anymore"

You raised your eyebrow at him unimpressed, wordlessly walking into the bedroom and coming back with his glasses case and pushing it into his hand. He frowned down at the case and then glared at you as he reluctantly pushed his glasses onto his nose. Not faced at all by that you walked back into the kitchen to continue with the recipe.

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Christmas comes and you and joe sat crisscrossed under the Christmas tree like little kids happily exchanging your presents. You could successfully pursue him into wearing a fluffy Christmas sweater as well, rocking the cliché Christmas partner look.

"alright last one!" you exclaimed excitedly and grabbed behind you for the little rectangle-shaped present and passed it to Joe.

After the wrapping paper is gone Joe gives you a questioning look when he holds another glasses case in his hand and you signal him to just open it already.

in his hands now the same model of reading glasses as yours

"look! now you don't have to steal mine anymore! " you explained with a triumphant smile on your face but as you saw his pouty expression again you frowned at him "I swear I will clue them on your face the next time I see you wearing mine again."

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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🧸 for alpha steve lol

So this turned ridiculously fluffy and yeah, I might have got in the feels for these two. Thank you!

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Rebuilding The Nest

Steve's old truck shuddered to a stop in the garage, making Steve tilt his head back and breathe in deeply. The Alpha was rumbling far in his conscious, letting Steve know that neither of them was happy.

Yeah, it was a shit day. Steve growled at the wolf pacing in his mind.

<This human bullshit of working makes no sense. We could be running with our pack, taking care of our mate, making pups, denning...> The Alpha kept going, making Steve groan at how the wolf made it sound so simple.

If only it could be that simple. No need to make cash to upkeep the pack's lives, run a business, take orders from customers, keep up connections with other nearby packs, all the stuff his very human side needed to keep up with. I don't have an answer for you.

<Well you could bring us inside, and see our Little One after a whole day.> The Wolf snorted, making Steve smile at his outrage at being kept away from you. He had to agree though, you were so close and he got to spend the rest of the time with you.

Making his way into his cabin, he soaked in that feeling of coming home after a long day. Inside smelled like freshly baked cookies where you had a stack waiting on the kitchen counter, along with several loaves of bread cooling. The back deck doors were wide open, letting a cool breeze off the lake come inside. On the couch was a pile of laundry that he would tackle later since it was mostly his garage clothes.

"Little One?" Steve called out, his senses stretching to locate you, in the bond he could feel you were content, happy in what you were doing. Nearby. The Alpha howled for his mate and Steve felt the all too familiar brush of your wolf in his mind as she joined her Alpha.

"Back here, Steve." You called from the back of the cabin where the bedrooms were. Steve was sure to grab a cookie before making his way down the hallway, bypassing his old guestroom and heading straight for the master bedroom. The door was ajar, so he tapped the toe of his boot against it to swing the door open while munching on his cookie to take in the scene before him.

You were in the middle of the bed, redoing the entire nest. You had new fairy lights strung around and the pillows were scattered all over the floor while you were stretching to the corner of the bed to push the fitted sheet over and secure it. Steve hurriedly swallowed the last of the cookie as your ass swung up in the air, huffing in an effort to get the corner to stay in place.

What a tempting sight for the man, some of his worries from earlier forgotten. "Do you need help?" He questioned as he pushed off his boots.

You glanced over your shoulder, smirking at him. "If you want to sleep here tonight, yes."

"Sleep in a freshly made nest with my Little One?" Steve growled as he crawled up on the bed, stalking through the mountain of blankets you still had to spread out and he tackled you till he had his arms wrapped around you and flipped to your back, the fitted sheet having sprung loose from where he moved you. "Every day for the rest of my life."

"ALPHA! you made me lose the corner." You growled up at him with narrow eyes while you pushed your fingers through his beard, chirping happily underneath him even though you were trying your best to scold him.

"I will redo it for you Little One. All the work, you can just watch me." Steve promised with a nuzzle to your bonding mark, kissing and nipping on it till you arched under him, sighing happily at the affection.

Your nails scraped against his scalp gently, making him rumble happily at the sensation. "I felt you earlier when you came home. You felt tired Steve."

He lifted his head away from your neck, nodding a bit to confirm. "It was a long day. The hardware store in the village sent an order for supplies our way and this client is an asap order. Doubling his usual amount. And you know when that happens, half the logging equipment acts up."

"Mmhhh, that does sound rough. I know that you will make it happen." You said softly, still running your hands on him, now traveling down his tense back and pulling up his flannel shirt enough to be able to reach underneath and scratch lightly.

"Ah, thank you for the confidence Little One." Steve grinned, nuzzling against you. You pushed against him, making him roll to his back and you loomed over him.

"How about you go lay down on the couch so I can finish this." You pressed a kiss to his mouth, keeping it affectionate although you did tease him a bit with a little nip to his bottom lip. "And then we can have dinner, shower, and come back to the nest. I will make you feel really good in our fresh nest."

"But I feel really good right now Little One." Steve went to steal another kiss, but you pulled away before he could let it get carried away.

"I know, but I want to take care of my Alpha proper. Please?" You cupped his face, letting your touch be soft so he could turn into it, nuzzling gently against your palm.

"I can't even help finish this with you?"

"Nope." You popped your lips with a grin. "Let me do it. You know I gotta have it a certain way." You moved off him, invading his hands making a grab for you.

"Come back here, you felt so good right where you were." Steve growled, moving to follow you off the messy bed and you dodged around the bed, out of his reach.

"We can cuddle in a bit, cuddling with you leads to other things and distracts me." Steve couldn't keep the wolfish grin off his face, no matter how innocent he attempted to look. You were bound and determined to finish your project regardless. With a glance around the room, you grabbed at a stuffie you had floating around the bedroom that Sara had bought you. A little soft wolf stuffie that you liked keeping tucked in the nest. A bit of an incentive for both of you. "Cuddle him for now." You tossed it at Steve who snatched it from midair, glancing at the toy and then at you.

"Fine, I can see I can't change your mind Little One." He fell right into the chair in the corner of the room, crossing one long leg over another and setting the wolf stuffie in his lap. "But you are not getting rid of me that easily. Why would I pass up an opportunity to watch you make our nest and maybe get lucky enough to help."

"You are so stubborn." You sighed as you whipped the fitted sheet up to restart from the beginning.

"Mmmh, you should know that by now Little One." Steve chuckled, his fingers finding the stuffies head and running the soft fur through his touch while watching you. His mind drifted to the day they actually would have your own pup to keep both of them busier than your two already were.

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zablife · 2 years

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Bringing Michael Something at Work

Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Request: Going into work to bring them something they forgot. Requested by a lovely anon.

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, false imprisonment, mention of murder, Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution.

You woke to find Michael gone. Rolling to his side of the bed, you ran a hand over the crisp linens and found they were still warm. He obviously hadn’t been gone very long, but you missed him anyway. You missed Michael terribly when he had to leave you. However, you knew he had a job to do and couldn’t always take care of you.

Some days he wasn’t able to go to work at all because of your nightmares, but he didn’t seem to mind. On those occasions, he allowed you to burrow down into the soft blankets next to him, finding comfort under one of his sturdy arms. Then he would pull you impossibly close so your cheek rested over his heart. Hushing you gently as he carded his fingers through your hair, you were lulled by his heartbeat and the pleasant warmth that radiated from his skin. He was the only person who had this calming effect over you.

Today you decided to pass the time by soaking in the bath. However, you didn’t get far before you noticed Michael’s wedding ring sitting atop the bathroom counter. You looked down at your own matching golden band and felt a pang of sadness. The familiar feeling of melancholy was setting in once again and you needed Michael’s reassurances. You turned off the hot tap and went to dress yourself as quickly as possible. The only thing you could think of to make your day better would be to visit him, with the excuse of returning his ring.

When you arrived at Shelby Co. Limited, Lizzie looked up at you surprised. It was rare to see you on company premises unless you were escorted by Michael. You gave her a shy smile before asking to see your husband. Hearing voices, Michael opened his office door and greeted you briefly before escorting you inside and closing the door.

You rushed to him and began peppering his face with kisses, finding it impossible to contain your excitement. His reaction was quite different. He grasped your shoulders, holding you away from him as he studied you. Then he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger as his voice lowered an octave. “Y/n, you know you’re not allowed to interrupt my work,” he scolded harshly. Your eyes immediately welled with tears, scared that you had displeased him.

Your hands began to shake nervously as you fished his ring from your purse and held it up to him. “I just came to bring you this. You forgot it…” you said forlornly. You hoped your explanation would save you from any punishment, but you couldn’t be certain. The only way to tell would be to look in his eyes and watch for the minute change in the color of his irises. It was like a small storm that overtook them, signaling an impending unleashing of his carefully controlled rage. It was usually contained so well no one knew it was lurking beneath the surface.

There were many things people didn’t know about your husband. For instance, no one in the family knew the real story of how you’d met or why you were such an obedient wife to him. There were days you struggled to comprehend the chain of events yourself.

You’d had an independent life once with a job and a flat in London, but that was in the past ever since the morning you arrived early for work and witnessed Michael kill your boss. He’d taken you away that day as you tried to scream for help and threatened your life if you didn’t comply. After that, you’d spent months locked in the house trying to find a way back home, but Michael was relentless. He told you every day that you would be his.

In time you’d forgotten what you were fighting against. Michael had become your whole world and you couldn’t help but get excited when you saw his handsome face. He was suddenly so kind to you, bringing flowers and small gifts. You began having long conversations and he confessed his ambitions for the future. By the time he asked you to marry him, you were eager to say yes. As you looked down at the band he was slipping onto his finger now, you gave Michael a weak smile and wondered if things hadn’t worked out for the best after all.

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demonpoxballad · 2 years

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The Last Name - oneshot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: There’s one more name from the past bouncing around Bucky’s head. One more scribble ripped from the pages of Steve’s old book. Another person to make amends with. Except this one is different: he can’t remember doing anything wrong. No murdering or enabling of evil plans. No threats or political conquests. In fact, Bucky can’t remember much of her at all.

Warnings: swearing, description of panic attacks, angst, fluff

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Hey! Omg we're back! I guess this is the start of r moving in with Bucky after their time in Finland hehe. If anyone has anymore ideas for oneshots please let me know because I love writing this story so much <3

(really hoping this gets into the tags but my posts haven't been recently so please reblog if you liked this!)

New York, present-day:

Brooklyn loomed over her, on all sides. There were moments of respite: ivy winding up ornate stairs, handbag dogs with their jolly trots, the odd break from crowds. But it was overwhelming, she had to admit. At every alleyway punctuating their walk, she would tug Bucky away into the damp darkness. Her breath would heave, and her back would get soaked through from leaning on the wall, and he would just hold her face until she could go again.

“Nearly there,” he promised her. “We’re nearly there.”

“Okay,” she nodded, standing up straight and hoisting her bag back onto her shoulder. “I’m ready.”

“We can get a cab, y/n. This is too much, we should get a cab.”

“No, no. I can do this,” she protested. “I need to do it at some point, so it might as well be now.”

She pulled Bucky back onto the sidewalk, not paying any attention to his exasperated headshaking. If she would be living here from now on, she had to get used to the crowds. Her body still remembered the ebb and flow of them, though; Bucky trailed behind the whole way as she ducked and weaved like a local on a tight schedule. And she enjoyed the anonymity of cities, as well. She told herself that no one she encountered would ever see her again, let alone remember her well enough to describe. She was safe here. A nobody.

“I’m warning you,” Bucky told her as they approached his apartment block. “My place is a very sad affair.”

“It can’t be any worse than my fucking homemade shack, Bucky.”

He chuckled. “Okay. Fair enough.”

He led the way up the stairs, checking over his shoulder frequently to see that she was still right behind. She had to glance up quickly from his butt each time. He unlocked the door and dumped his stuff on the floor, watching as she ventured inside. She disappeared into the bedroom, taking in the empty bedframe and dry wet-room. Bucky was still embarrassed, she could tell, as she flopped down onto the grey loveseat. She resigned herself to looking as comfy as possible, spreading her knees and letting her head fall back, until he learnt to relax as well. It didn’t take long; he soon wandered over from his hiding space behind the kitchen counter to collapse beside her.

“Worlds colliding?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“Does this feel weird? Like worlds colliding?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he said. “More than that, though, you know?” He turned towards her and smiled. She instantly felt like a giggling teenager. “You make this place feel a lot better.”

She smiled back. “I’m glad.”

“How are you doing?” he asked.

She found herself jolting internally, her eyebrows jumping. Perhaps it would take a while for her to get used to this. To being looked after.

She reached for Bucky’s hand on his thigh. “I’m good. Tired. This is a lot.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

She shook her head in refusal.

“We just have one more thing to do today, though,” he said.

“Buy a mattress?” she teased.

“Hah. Other than that.”

She tapped a finger against her chin in mock thought. Then a grin and a cheer: “Sam!”

“Sam,” Bucky affirmed.

***

“Last time I came here to see him,” Bucky said in her ear, his hand on her elbow. “They tried to arrest me, so just - ”

“Oh, shit,” she moaned.

“ – it’ll be fine, I promise.”

She stopped in the middle of the parking lot, eyes pleading with him. She really didn’t need any trouble.

He couldn’t argue with her. “Okay, it’s fine, I’ll call Sam,” he rummaged in his jean pocket for his phone, and she handed it to him from her own back pocket, “and he can come down to get us.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey!” a voice boomed across from the entrance. It was the man himself. “Here they are!”

“You should cancel the call,” she murmured in Bucky’s ear, meanwhile smiling and waving enthusiastically over at Sam.

Bucky fumbled with his phone, pressing buttons at random.

Sam held his phone out as he walked over. “Buck,” he shouted. “Why’re you calling me?”

“Shit,” Bucky murmured. She couldn’t help but snicker at him. “I – uh,” he called back at Sam, “we were just – never mind.”

Sam walked straight towards her, and she took hold of his outstretched hands gladly. “It’s good to see you,” he told her.

She found herself a little speechless. Sure, she knew Bucky, and he was a superhero too, no matter the tortured past. But Sam was well-adjusted, and kind, and handsome, and Captain America . . .

“How’s it going?” she managed to say.

The men hugged in that specific macho way, and she couldn’t help but grin at them. It was nice to see Bucky as a functioning member of society.

They walked inside together, Bucky’s arm tucking her into his shoulder. She reached over to pat his chest, holding up an innocent peace sign when he stared incredulously at her. “Bro,” she teased. He shook his head, chuckling. Getting past reception was blissfully uneventful with Sam as their chaperone.

“I’ve gotta say,” Sam said as they entered the elevator. “I can see how you managed to seduce this robotic mope into a European cottage romance.”

“Yeah?” she said.

“Yeah. You’re pretty.” He grinned. His smile was so dreamy. “Bucky never told me that, and the KIA pics don’t do you justice.”

“I’m right here,” Bucky complained.

Sam held his hands up. “I’m just saying what I see.”

“Um. Thanks, Sam,” she said, trying to catch Bucky’s eyes to smile at him. He was glaring studiously at Sam.

“Okay. I’ll stop now. It won’t happen again,” Sam said.

“Yeah,” Bucky replied. “You do that.”

They sat down in Sam’s office together, him on one side, and her and Bucky on the other. She took in the full-length windows, the plushness of the seat beneath her, the monochrome palette. It suited Sam well, and at the same time, not at all.

“Sorry about the set up,” Sam said. “I promise this isn’t an interview.”

“That’s okay,” she said. Bucky shuffled his seat closer to her and put his hand on her arm rest. She kept her own cradled in her lap.

“It’s more of a job offer,” Sam said.

“What?” She glanced over at Bucky but he was no help, only offering a nonchalant shrug. She’d have to have a stern talk with him later about surprises, and how much she really didn’t appreciate them.

“Bucky’s told me a lot about how you work,” Sam carried on. “And I’ve done my own research as well.” He leaned forward onto his desk, fiddling with a pen sat there. “You’re not just skilled, y/n, you’re empathy personified, a guardian. I need that kind of compassion around.”

She shook her head. “I know Bucky has probably told you his version of events, but it’s a sugar-coated - ”

“Stop it,” Bucky interrupted.

“What? I’m telling the truth.”

“No. Stop it. I’m serious.” His expression was resolute, eyes piercing her own.

“Bastard,” she whispered.

Bucky leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. She tried not to ogle at the way his biceps swelled. “Let’s just listen to what Sam has to say,” he said.

Sam was trying his best and failing not to smile. She didn’t feel like she knew him well enough yet to tell him off for enjoying their squabbling.

“Um. Okay,” he began again. “I do have a specific mission for you, to start off. How about I brief you next Monday, and you decide if you want it? I think it will suit you well, even with your time off. But no hard feelings if you’re not interested.”

She wasn’t worried about hard feelings. She was worried about soft, caring, disappointed-not-angry ones. Could she say no to Captain America? More importantly, could she say no to Bucky?

“I’ll think about it,” she told them.

“Working with Sam really helped me,” Bucky said, tapping her hand. “I had forgotten that could do good things, given a proper choice. Help people, even.”

Bucky and Sam smiled at each other, a distinct sense of understanding floating across the room. She felt sick to her stomach.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s fine,” Sam said. “That’s great, thank you.”

A long silence ensued. The men looked sheepish, their body language all twiddling thumbs and shifty eyes.

“Is there something else?” she asked.

“Fury,” Bucky said. “He’d like to talk to you.”

“Oh.”

They didn’t give her time to process.

Sam spun in his chair, pressing the button on a comically small remote. NFJ flared up as a hologram icon, hovering in the corner of the room. Standing up, Sam laid the remote down on the desk in front of her.

“Just press this twice,” he pointed.

They both left the room. She barely registered Bucky standing up next to her, nor the gentle kiss on her forehead before he walked away. She sat still, in front of the remote, for a period of time that felt just like falling.

And she still hadn’t moved an inch when Fury appeared himself, grainy but real before her.

She raised a finger to her mouth, biting down and trying to hold back tears.

“They told me to wait until you connected, but I didn’t want to,” he said.

“Right,” she replied. “Hi.”

“Hello.”

“You didn’t fancy taking a short vacation to good old C-53?”

He laughed. Her own face remained sullen. “How are you?”

“I’d like to hate you,” she told him. It had been a long day already, and she didn’t have the energy for niceties.

“Okay,” he agreed. “But?”

“I don’t think I can. Not anymore than I hate myself, anyway.”

Fury shifted around on his feet. “That’s good to know.”

She strained to listen for background noise from his end, maybe for some foreign languages or strange dialects, but there were none to be heard.

“I’m sorry I fucked the mission,” she said.

“No, no,” he consoled. She’d never seen him look so remorseful. So out of control. “I’m sorry for leaving you on your own.”

“Did you hear about the widows? And all the super soldiers?”

“Yes.”

She nodded. Fury knew who she was. And she knew him. It was a relief to share this guilt with somebody.

“I’ve thought about you every day since,” he said.

“Same.” They shared a smile.

“I wish I could be there,” he said. “I might have even hugged you.”

She chuckled. “You’re a busy man. I understand.”

“You’re important to me,” he stressed.

She thought about Bucky. She imagined his eyes as he smiled, the crinkles at the edges, the luminous quality to his irises. His head on her lap on the day that he found her. And the peace they had carried between them ever since. She didn’t want to be angry, or sad; she’d already had a lifetime of that. No more.

“I understand,” she repeated.

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spaceorphan18 · 1 year

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Scenes from December (9/24)

Klaine Advent Day Nine : Value

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December, 2014

Kurt sat at the end of the kitchen table in his dad’s house, coffee mug in his hands as he read the web browser on his laptop. A plate of half eaten scrambled eggs and turkey sausage sat to his side. It was late enough in the morning that the sun was finally up, and fully shining in the window behind him. It had snowed about a foot the previous night and now the snow lay snug against the window outside. Despite the cold outside, Kurt felt rather comfortable and relaxed in his blue, plaid pajama bottoms and Blaine’s old Dalton t-shirt. Normally, he’d have something playing in the background - a musical soundtrack or the top forty on the radio, but it was nice to take a moment to soak in the peacefulness before his day became crazy.

“Hey, didn’t hear you guys come in last night,” Burt came into the kitchen, and went straight for the coffee maker.

“It was just me,” Kurt said, closing the laptop. “Blaine stayed at the apartment. I just cannot with that place. It looks like a gay unicorn threw up all over it.”

Burt let out a laugh as he leaned against the counter. “You guys been married, what, a month - and you already need time apart?”

“Actually, no,” Kurt said. He tapped his fingers on the mug, his wedding ring making a clanking sound against the ceramic. The whole thing was a bit surreal still, but honestly, he loved being married. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss his own personal space heater that was Blaine in his bed last night. “He and Cooper are getting the last of the boxes out of the apartment so they can turn in the keys, and then they’re headed to Kentucky.”

“Kentucky?”

“Yeah…” Kurt leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee. “Some holiday family reunion that happens once every ten years.”

His dad gave him a confused look. “And you didn’t wanna go or he didn’t want you to go?”

Kurt smirked. “Oh, it was his parents who insisted I didn’t go. Blaine said he wouldn’t go without me, but they wanted to break the news to his grandma that he’s married to a man gently. She’s only got a little bit of time left, and they’re afraid that a grandson married to another man might actually kill her.”

“Well…” Burt shook his head, sipping his coffee with a disgusted look on his face. “I say, let the old bag die then.”

He appreciated his dad saying that, even if he found it absolutely laughable that his sheer existence would be fatal to anyone. “It’s fine. We talked about it - and I’m going to use the next few days to see if I can find us somewhere to live so that when we get back to New York we aren’t homeless. Right now, our only options of value are the NYU dorms and a place not bigger than my closet here where you have to use a community bathroom, in an area that probably makes the NYU dorms seem like the more sanitary option.”

“Probably wouldn’t hurt you to have a more traditional college experience,” Burt said, coming to the table to sit down. “You know - back when we were dating, I would often stay with your mom at her dorm. It sucked. Her roommate liked to play the mandolin at 3am. But I wouldn’t trade those years for anything.” Burt shook his head, deep in thought.

“What?” Kurt asked, curiously.

“Just thinking about you - all grown up and everything.” There was a tinge of wistfulness in Burt’s voice. “Wish your mom would be able to see you. Going to college. Being married to someone who loves you. The whole thing would have made her proud.”

Kurt felt a warmth spread across him. His memories of his mother may be faded, just vague images and spotty remembrances. But she was always there with him. Every day. “I’d like to think she knows. I’m sure she would be.”

“You know - if she had been around, and the two of you had a wedding of your own, your mom would have let Blaine’s grandma have it,” Burt said. “She had a fire in her, she did. And she didn’t often hold things back. She would have loved Blaine. Would have loved that the two of you found each other.”

Burt put his hand on Kurt’s shoulder - the two of them sharing a knowing look. His dad wasn’t always good with telling Kurt he loved him. But he always knew.

“Okay, so show me these dorms,” Burt said, pulling his chair around. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”

“Or… I could show you the really cute one-bedroom I found in Manhattan. It’s on the sixteenth floor but it’s only three-thousand a month.”

Burt gave him a hard look. “No.”

#klaine advent 2022 #s.o. writes things #klaine fic #glee fic #okay time is going to pick back up again #i feel like a lot of these will be expanded upon in other fics

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pinkhairedlily · 1 year

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day 1/12 of maligAYAng pasko (christmas snippets) prompt: coffeehouse, sasusaku by @nabissante

“Iced americano, grande, for here.”

Her name’s Sakura, one of their cafe’s afternoon regulars. She’s easy to spot and remember with her pink hair and emerald eyes and her books that change cover every week. Other staff would have fought for this shift; these are the dead hours after all, when students are stuck in classes and office employees are in their cubicles. Silent, patient service for people with no time commitments.

That leaves him the indulgence of soaking in her presence on the corner table by the window. Too preoccupied in following the worlds in the pages to notice that her coffee has gone cold so he always offers to make them iced. They are nothing more than nods and gestures and good-afternoons and please-come-again.

She arrives between 1 and 2 PM and leaves exactly at 5 before the evening crowd drowns the line.

On this certain summer when the heat wave reached a new peak, she was late.

2:30 PM. No walking cherry blossom on sight.

2:48 PM. Maybe she’s sick.

3:01 PM. She might have other important appointments.

3:27. She enters the cafe looking like summer itself with her yellow sundress and espadrilles, but her usually calm face contorts in thinly veiled annoyance from the person trailing behind her.

They look like a mismatched couple of all sorts. Sakura heads to her designated spot but the businessman with his fancy envelope bag prefers to sit near the counter.

Sasuke doesn’t know what kind of urge comes over him, but he heads beside the source of Sakura’s affliction and places a ‘reserved’ sign on the surface he tapped a while ago. “This is taken, Sir. May I suggest the corner table by the window? The views of Hanami Park around this time are still beautiful.”

Behind the struggling businessman, Sakura peaks out and directs a smile at him. ‘Thank you.’

The meeting — or whatever that is — finishes in 10 minutes. Relief is plainly visible on her face when the stiff businessman exits the door.

“May I get your order?”

“I already ordered one.” She points to the still-full, now-lukewarm americano in front of her and grimaces.

“So?”

“An affogato. I need something sweet.”

“Coming right up.”

“Thanks, Sasuke-kun.”

Maybe it’s the way she calls his name that makes him turn on his feels, his mouth agape. She is ready for the question he is yet to ask; her hand gestures to an invisible nametag on the upper left side of her chest.

“Ah.” It’s foolish to think there’s any other reason.

The following week, it’s someone more gentlemanly, could have easily passed off as noble or royalty, and Sakura feigns interest until the point where he starts caressing her hands. Hot cappuccino injures him, but it’s the dark stain on his crisp suit that angers him.

This is Sasuke’s first customer complaint, but it never gets written when you have a charming Sakura appeasing the pseudo-gentleman’s ego.

She couldn’t stop laughing when she finally had the table alone.

Sasuke deftly replaces her americano with affogato. “Just the way you like it.”

The week after that, an avid car racer. Not hard to identify when he sports an F1 jacket while it’s almost 30 degrees outside. The facade breaks when Sasuke brings over a coffee table book on vintage cars (sure it’s just lying around somewhere), and the racer fails to read the captions.

“So you like vintage cars?” she asks over the dollop of ice cream on top of her lips.

“I don’t know a thing.” He crosses his arms and straightens his posture. “But I can read.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

“Oh shush. Scarlett is only human.”

Thirty minutes or more of mundane conversations of anything from books to customers to weirdest orders bookmarked Sasuke’s afternoon encounters with her. They border seamlessly on casual talk, never drifting on the personal, and this, he thinks, is the line that will forever bind them as strangers.

But that’s all right.

He likes talking to her. This much is good.

It becomes clear to Sasuke that it’s a ploy of Sakura’s machinations. Bad customer service drives away bad marriage prospects. The string of dates finally ends right before autumn with a four-eyed gamer who is more intent on convincing Sakura to shift to kindle and abandon paperbacks.

Of course, it’s a no. On both fronts.

“Do you like your work?”

Clients normally ask this, right? “Inasmuch as the pay lets me live.” Sasuke wonders if she’ll follow it up with a deeper probe, but she shifts, and so he buries the news.

Why would he even tell her something so life-altering?

xxx

Her sundresses give way to knitted wear, and affogatos turn to hot lattes with a dash of cinnamon. It would surprise her, but Sasuke departs the counter to another staff. Since then, coffee has never tasted the same.

As the branches bare their leaves for snow, the cafe gets fuller. Sakura considers leaving early to give way for new customers. Her time spent inside drastically shortened right after his absence. Somehow, reading books on that quaint corner of the building isn’t enough.

She’s bookmarking the same page she is in two hours earlier when someone sits in front of her.

“Oh sorry, I’ll be leaving in a jiff,” she says without looking.

“Sakura.”

It’s her favorite barista. Dark hair tucked inside a bonnet. An affogato and hot americano in both hands. Tomato nose from the cold. And a book trapped in his chin.

“Sasuke-kun?”

“You’re on your way?”

Sakura settles back in, confused for a moment, but definitely torn between misplaced anger and …yearning. “No, not really. If you don’t mind.”

“How are you?” He slides the affogato to her side as he takes in his first sip.

“Where were you?” She doubles and then quickly recovers, “How are you, I mean?”

“I was busy opening a new cafe.” He looks fulfilled at his declaration.

“Oh wow. That’s big news. Congratulations!” She attempts an enthusiastic clap, but it sounds flat even to her own ears. His sudden appearance is overwhelming for her who got so used to it in the past few months to the point that she falls asleep to the rewind of their conversations in her head.

“I also wanted to prepare before dating someone.”

Did she hear that right?

Dating.

Could he even see how that affects her? Gut punch after gut punch for a thing she couldn’t quite name yet — didn’t want to name yet.

Sakura was so intent on not getting married. Even had him looped in her plans to foil every blind date and in turn she was rewarded with this irrational fixation towards him.

“Oh, look at you. I hope it goes well.”

“I hope it does, but I don’t think it will.” He takes another sip, calm in his composure. “You see, I just gave her an affogato I brewed myself, but she’s not interested in drinking it.”

“That’s a pity —” She stands up in realization. “Huh?”

“I’m asking you on a date, Sakura.”

She slumps back to her seat in surrender. “You ghosted me.” Now it’s his turn to look equally dumbfounded.

“What? You weren’t interested.”

“Why would I endure long conversations with you when I cannot even stand 10-minute ones with those guys?”

“Because I’m your server?”

“Shut up.” Sakura laughs. “So are you taking me to dinner?”

“Yeah. I had to drink two americanos, but I think they only made me more nervous.”

#sasusaku #sssnippetaday #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #modern au #sasuke #sakura #ss fic #fic!pinkhairedlily

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