#starting at 5am she came back to the bedroom and started drinking again

[latitudesunknown]

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#alright #after throwing up one last time at 10.15pm yesterday #kitty seems not to have thrown up since then #(i finally managed to fall asleep a little after midnight but i always wake up when she throws up and can't find any fresh stains anywhere) #starting at 5am she came back to the bedroom and started drinking again #at 8 she scarfed down the tuna she hadn't touched yesterday so fast I was sure she was going to puke it all up #but it's been two hours and no puking so far #called the vet's assistant to get reassurance #she said to give her food in small quantities and monitor her #but if she doesn't start throwing up again there's no reason to bring her in #she advised me to stop letting her eat catnip altogether #(she started vomiting after eating some yesterday) #it's sad coz kitty loves it so but i agree sth that makes you throw up doesn't seem like a great idea #especially since she's never had pbs with fur balls #anyway #keeping my fingers crossed but i'm hopeful #i am a mess though lol #sleep deprived and starving but with no appetite #and a big meeting in 20mn 😅 #but ah well #small price to pay if my darling's alright

[inkycherie]

I have had the most amazing summer. In July, my best friend came to visit. I brought her to Paris (her first time), showed her around my town and other neighbouring cities around Geneva, and we drove to the south of France. I made different meals for everyone to enjoy, danced to the loveliest music, and drank the best wine(s).

The third week of August, I went back to the Philippines. We had a long overdue family reunion. Our uncle from Canada also came to visit with his family, and my cousin who works for months at a cruise ship extended his vacation.

We all flew to Zamboanga del Sur to surprise my grandma and our extended family whom we haven't seen in 13 years ! We spent a week there living the simple life, eating pandesal for breakfast, and singing karaoke kahit brownout.

The first few days of September, I spent back in my hometown. I saw Bowie again. I didn't let any minute pass without cuddling him. Whenever I'm in the PH and everyone else is back home, my sisters and I stay in one bedroom with our parents (and Bowie), chatting away until we all fall asleep. These nights were even more special because we were all cooped up in one room while there was a storm outside. Felt just like the good old days when my sisters and I would spend nights holed up in our parents room trying to pass the time until electricity was back on.

I was also sooo happy to walk around the malls with Christmas music already playing in the background ! We bought surprise presents for our parents. My sisters and I chipped in to buy papa his dream TV, and mama a new iPhone. The rest of my money I spent on groceries, more presents for the fam, pasalubongs for Jon, books, Cheetos, Spicy Century Tuna, Vienna sausages, and Spam. lol

We spent my last week in Manila. Took mama, my sisters, and our aunt on a date - brunch in Wildflour and shopping at Rockwell, and then continued to shop in MOA. I wanted to make dinner for everyone, so I made sinigang na baboy which was perfect for the stormy weather. We had drinks with our cousins before bed (red horse, spicy Oishi, and isaw at bbq).

The next day, I brought my parents to IKEA so I can buy them stuff for the house. I could tell mama was so excited to drive back home so she can start using everything we got. Uncle flew back from Zamboanga later than everyone else so the day after he arrived, he went straight to the condo so we can spend more time with him. We asked him to make lola's bistek Tagalog as he is the only one who can make it exactly the way lola does. I am glad to report that I watched him closely as he was making it - even volunteered to be the sous chef - so I will make it for dinner tomorrow.

The day before my flight, the entire family celebrated my aunt and cousin's birthdays. I made some of my specialty meals, and we ordered a bunch of other food. Of course, there was cake.

I flew back to Switzerland on the 7th. I arrived on Friday at 8 in the morning, unpacked my stuff, ate pancit canton, and fell asleep at 16hr. I woke up at 3am still tired, but I managed to clean up and do all the laundry. I was hanging clothes at the balcony even before the sun was out. I found it hilarious. The rest of the day, I spent on the couch still feeling quite sluggish and brushing off the fact that I was having chills, and my nose wouldn't stop running.

Jon and I went on a quick café date and I couldn't taste the coffee nor the pastry I ordered which I found strange but thought nothing of. We did errands and bought groceries but I started feeling sicker as the hours passed. As soon as we got home, I checked to see if I had covid. The test came out positive. Dinner wasn't much fun. I was much sicker so I couldn't enjoy the food Jon prepared for me - he made me the perfect steak which I couldn't taste hahaha and some soup to make me feel better.

This morning, I woke up at 5am and called my family right away. The symptoms are getting worse, and now I have chills, body pains, and constant headache. I will rest more so I can feel better by tomorrow. I just find this to be a silly end to an incredible summer.

#personal #home #homesick

[misspearly1]

Real Life Glitch in The Matrix? Or is My Deceased Nana Reaching Out?

Holy shit. I've been bamboozled peeps and I'm officially freaked tf out. Help me out here, because I can't make sense of this. 🤯 Two important details to remember: Coffee Mug and Dressing Gown.

Two years ago, my nana passed away and she was the only nana I had growing up. It was a terrible loss to the family, especially my dad, and she was loved by each and every one of us. After her passing, my dad and my uncles went through her belongings then asked everyone in the family if they would like to keep something.

This is how I came to have my nanas coffee mug and her dressing gown.

Today however, at around 5am in the morning (I woke up because it was freezing), I throw her dressing gown on and head downstairs to make a coffee. I had a brief thought, a thought that I always think about when putting the dressing gown on: my nana, of course, and about how I lost the belt robe for her dressing gown, which always confused me because I don't remember ever having it to begin with.

I reach the kitchen, grab her mug off the rack and make my coffee, but when I start pouring the hot water into the mug, I see that water begins to pool around the bottom of the mug on the outside. There's a crack! Great, just great! My Nana's mug is broken!

I quickly tip the contents into cup then inspect my nana's coffee mug, feeling sad and pissed off that it's broke. I always use her mug, simply because it was hers. I drink coffee, tea, water, whatever, and think back fondly of the days where my little nana would be sitting in her recliner chair with a pot of tea with that mug.

After some time feeling sad about it, I get over myself and move on. These things happen, you know?

So, I go about my day like usual, doing a little bit of writing, some gaming and whatnot, but just twenty minutes ago, I decide to go in a shower. I take the dressing gown off, leave it on my bed and go in a shower, nothing out of the ordinary. I come out of the shower, wrap a towel around myself and enter my bedroom, reaching for her dressing gown again.

Someone please tell me why the belt robe was just lying there under the dressing gown? The belt robe that I lost and couldn't find for two years, the very same belt robe that I was almost certain I never had to begin with because I couldn't, for the life of me I couldn't, figure out where I misplaced it.

I've got chills and I'm telling you, I'm freaked out, but at the same time, I'm smiling with tears in my eyes at the thought of my nana doing that for me.

#has anyone ever experienced something like this before? #I've always been a believer but to have something like this actually happen to me is just amazing and scary at the same time.

[poisoned-peppermint]

Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids. 

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons 

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out 

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Quackity: If I were dating you?  Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

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Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

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Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings. 

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

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Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

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Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

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Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

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Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

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Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

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Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

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Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

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Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

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Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

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*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Bad: Frick-

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let me know if ya’ll want more <3

#dream smp #incorrect quotes #mcyt incorrect quotes #pummel party saturday #gumi my beloved #skephalo #badboyhalo #skeppy #dnf #dream team #georgenotfound #sapnap #quackity #karl jacobs #ant and velvet #happy duo incorrect quotes #captain puffy #purpled and foolish have an interaction #dsmp tommy #sbi #dsmp techno #philza #very gay undertones in this #beeduo #tubbo my beloved #ranboo my beloved #also a smidge of ponk and sam

[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 39

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: boy, did i take a lot of time to post this but it’s the last one and i am on the ground crying. thank you so much for supporting this work. i am so lucky for having all of you xx

Bucky woke up with an odd cold feeling in the spot where Y/N usually used to lie. He rubbed the sleep of his eyes, hand roaming around the bed to find her hot body but nothing; he was alone in bed. He groaned, moving out of the bed as he kicked into protective mode. She shouldn’t be up this early at least not after he’d kept her up all night and if she was awake, it could be for no good reason. His hand blindly found the door as the other looked for something to wear so he wouldn’t walk full on commando in the living room and scare the neighbour who lived in the building next to his. Opening the door, he found her surrounded by papers, her laptop laying on top of her legs, glasses slightly and slowly sliding down the bridge of her nose. Bucky leaned against the door ledge, a stupid lovesick smirk on his lips as he examined her. Somehow, she had managed to find her underwear, the cutest little white, blue and pink corset and matching panties covered by a white dressing gown which just looked delightfully sinful with his hickeys and bite marks spread across her tender skin. He shouldn’t feel so cocky about marking her, yet the mere sight of it woke up an ego like pride which made him want to show her around to everyone who’d bother look. Yet, another part of him wanted to keep her all to himself. Obviously he knew he couldn’t, she was more of the world than she was of him and he would always be madly in love with her no matter what.

    - Mrs. Barnes, you are interrupting our honeymoon period. - he joked, walking behind the couch to kiss her temple. - What are you doing up at 5AM? Are you gonna go on a run with me? 

    - I’m just looking at my contract. - she closed her laptop with a sigh. - Iron clad contract, can’t believe I signed it. 

    - Princess, it was your first agency. You couldn’t have possibly known.

    - My dad is a lawyer, my siblings are lawyers, my grandparents were lawyers. How did I let this happen? Why didn’t I haggle? Why don’t we have a prenup?

   - Your mum is a chef, maybe you took after her. - he joked more to himself than to her. - Also what does a prenup has to do with it? Are you planning on divorcing me already?

   - When I sent the contract over to my dad he asked if I had gotten a prenup when I got married and I know he likes you but he kept yapping about a prenup and how smart women get prenups and I can’t believe I don’t have a prenup and that I signed this contract. - she spoke as fast as a freight train, not even taking a slight break. Bucky noticed the tea cup by her side which, judging by her quick speak, probably wasn’t filled with tea.

   - Princess, did you have some of my coffee?

   - I did, I needed to be awake. 

   - It’s extra strong coffee, doll. You barely drink coffee, it can’t possibly be ... uhm ...

   - I am jittery. - she interrupted him. - I’ve read this a thousand times and unless another agency fights my agency for a contract with me, I am stuck on ensemble for the rest of my life and it’s not like agencies are fighting for good old me.

   - Okay ... - he took her laptop away from her placing it somewhere on the ground before wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her on top of his lap. She leaned her head against his chest, cuddling against his still warm torso from the heat int he bedroom. - Listen princess, you need to take your mind out of that. It’s no use re-reading that contract over and over again.

   - My career is over and I’m not good at anything else.

   - Your career is not over. - his hand caressed her shoulder, pulling her hair away from it before placing a small kiss to her shoulder. She merely cuddled against him, those contract words tattooed on her mind. - There’s no way that contract is legal after he’s charged with harassing you, princess. You just need to relax now. 

   - I don’t know.

   - Let’s go to Florence. - he bite her shoulder playfully. - Let’s go. What’s stopping us?

   - I don’t know ... we can’t go.

   - Don’t make me use the husband card. - he pointed at her playfully. - You’re not gonna want to be here during his trial anyway, precious. 

   - Maybe you’re right. - she leaned onto him, her arms wrapping against his torso. - You really think I’m not over?

   - I would never let that happen, would I? 

10 years later

Bucky felt the sun kiss his skin, the early yet soft wind of March passing by the quiet streets of London as he walked down the street in dark jeans and a equally dark blue henley. He stood by the little white building, sunglasses on as the bell rang and suddenly the boast of laughter erupted from inside the building followed by thousands of little legs running outside. He remained stoic until his smile pulled slightly up as between so many children, he spotted the thick brown curls of his daughter who rushed down the stairs in her little uniform and ladybug bag. She stopped at the bottom off the stairs, looking around until she spotted her dad. A smile, identical to her father’s, formed in her face as she rushed towards Bucky with open arms. He pretended to step back as she collided against him, before pulling her up and kissing her cheek. The 4 year old giggled, her arms wrapping around her dad’s neck as he walked away from her nursery. 

    - We learned about the letters in our names today, daddy! - she started to relate what she had happened during her day immediately after they were far away from the crowd.

    - No way, ladybug. 

    - Yeah. My name has a B, just like yours, daddy. - Bucky knew he should tell his daughter at some point that his name was not Bucky and that it was merely a nickname but he couldn’t bear tell her. She just looked so happy. 

    - Thank god we match, right ladybug?

She nodded her head, cuddling against her dad as he continued to walk in the affluent area of London. The weather was nice, a good omen for the big event of the evening. He was so proud as he saw the theatre walls with a photo of his wife, her name printed with the label Tony Award Winner under it. She deserved it, she deserved it so much and he could not even express in words how proud he was of her. The move back to her hometown had been a difficult one but seeing everything going right, seeing how happy she was ... god, he could swell up with pride. 

He went around the theatre, finding the backstage door and entering it. His daughter jumped off, little eyes looking around with so much wonder. He was almost sure she’d end up like his mother, a little star. The orchestra tuning could be heard from the walls, people and cast were running around preparing for the opening night. Blair held up his hand, pushing him through the crowd and up the stairs where the dressing rooms were.

  - Mumma! - she walked into her mother’s opened dressing room. Y/N dropped whatever she was doing to go hug her daughter, immediately preparing her with lipstick stained kisses. - Mumma, my name has a B like daddy.

  - No way. - she smiled, leaning her forehead against hers. - Ain’t daddy a lucky man?

  - Daddy is a lucky man, alright. - he chuckled, walking up to his two girls. - You look precious, princess.

  - I’m nervous. - he muttered towards her husband, who merely smiled before kissing her. - I’m serious.

  - Well, every time you tell me you’re nervous, something great happens, doesn’t it? - he looked at his daughter; the last time she had told him she was nervous was before Blair was born. - Me and Blair are gonna be there, watching you be splendid. 

  - I wanna go see Chuck. - Blair jumped away from his mother too, running to the next door dressing room and leaving the two lovers alone in the dressing room covered in red flowers, all curtesy of Bucky. The minute he had the theatre address, he started sending roses, lilies and even more every single day. 

  - Wish me luck? - she put her hands on top of his shoulders, almost slowly dancing with him.

  - You don’t need any luck. You’re always perfect.

  - You’re extremely biased, Mr. Barnes. 

  - No, I just have an extremely talented wife, Mrs. Barnes. 

  - 5 minute call. - the voice came through the voice on the speaker.

  - Love me even if I fail? 

  - Love you ‘til the end of time. 

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[petersasteria]

Pride And Joy - Peter Parker

Parker || Main || Taglist

Stark!Peter x Reader - both aged up Requested? Nah. 3,621 words W: curse words, a bit of smut (omg and it's a no for minors), cheating, pregnancy, virginity loss, just Peter being a rich kid that's all, character death

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“It’s literally a big deal, Peter! You know this award means so much to me and you didn’t even attend the opening!” Gwen yelled in anger. Peter was supposed to be Gwen’s plus one at an awarding ceremony for doctors. She won the AMA Foundation Award for Health Education and it meant so much to her. It was understandable that she was royally pissed at Peter.

Peter scoffed as he sat down on the couch with his feet on top of the coffee table. The small table next to the couch had his scotch on top of it. The glass had droplets of water running down it because of condensation. Peter grabbed the glass and took a sip from it as Gwen, his long time girlfriend, kept yelling at him. Peter kept making faces as Gwen yelled. She finally took notice of this and shouted, “Are you even listening, Peter?! God! You’re so out of touch lately! I don’t even talk to you anymore!”

“Oh, shut up, Gwen!” Peter rolled his eyes. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?!” Peter stood up from the couch and walked to the door.

“Where are you going?? We’re not done here, Peter! I’m still talking to you!”

Peter turned his head to look at her and said, “Yeah? Well, I’m done talking to you! Without me, you wouldn’t even have your award and you wouldn’t even attend medical school because you couldn’t afford it! Let’s not forget that I paid for your tuition fee and for everything else related to your studies. You don’t see me bragging about it, now do you?!”

Gwen shook her head as tears streamed down her face, “You’re such an asshole.”

“I’ve been called worse by better.” Peter said sassily before leaving the house. The door shook as he slammed it, making Gwen jump back in surprise. She retreated to hers and Peter’s shared bedroom and cried herself to sleep.

Meanwhile, Peter went to his favorite bar and drank the night away there. That’s where he met you. You were the new singer in the club and it was your first night on the job. It wasn’t your ideal job, but it pays the bills. Besides, you were thankful that you got a decent voice. Otherwise, you’d be waitressing and you didn’t have the patience to deal with people in general.

Peter loved your voice. It made him sober despite drinking copious amounts of alcohol. He just sat there and listened and hummed along to the songs he knew. When it was your break, he approached you.

You and the band were talking, getting to know each other when Peter tapped your shoulder. You turned around and smiled at him. Plus, he was cute. “Hi!” You greeted.

“Hey.” He smirked. “You’re a really good singer. I’m Peter.” He offered his hand for you to shake and you gladly took it. “I know. You’re, like, everywhere.” You giggled. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Peter said before carefully letting go of your hand. He smiled to himself as he thought of your name rolling off on his tongue. It sounded right.

“Would you like to grab a drink with me?” Peter asked politely. “I’d love to get to know you.”

“I’d love to, but I’m about to sing in a minute.” You said. “But my shift ends in an hour, if you’re still up by then.”

“I’ll wait.” Peter winked as he walked to a new table, closer to where you were performing. He called for a waiter and ordered a drink as he watched you get ready.

You took a sip of water and turned on your mic. You slightly leaned forward and spoke through it, “Hi, everybody! I’m now back for my second set. This next song is for the people who recently got cheated on by their man-”

A man shouted “GO OFF, SIS” somewhere in the back and it made you chuckle. Your chuckle was music to Peter’s ears. He has never heard an angel chuckling before, but he was convinced that it sounded like yours.

“Anyway, this song is called ‘Irreplaceable’ by Beyonce.” You smiled before turning to your bandmates and nodding at them to start playing.

You sang a few more songs and before you knew it, your shift was over. “That’s my last song for tonight. My name is Y/N and you can catch me here every night from 9PM to 2AM. Thank you and have a good night!” You said before turning off your mic and thanking your bandmates. You walked towards Peter and asked, “Is this seat taken?”

He grinned and shook his head. You sat down in front of him and said, “It’s been a long time since I last drank.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I can’t really handle it well and I do crazy shit. That’s why I moved here. I want to start fresh and all that.” You told him before calling your new friend, Amy, to order your drink. Amy’s a waitress and she’s really kind to you. She showed you how things went and everything.

Amy walked towards you and you told her, “You know my favorite drink already.” Amy grinned and said, “You got it, Y/N/N.” She left and immediately got you your drink.

You and Peter stayed there until 5AM just talking and laughing and drinking. It wasn’t until you looked at your watch that you noticed the time. “Oh, shit. It’s already 5AM.” You giggled before downing the last drop of your drink. “I have to leave and get some sleep.”

“I’ll take you home.” Peter offered, downing his last drink as well.

“You don’t have to do that. I live just around the corner.” You smiled at him. “Thank you, though.”

“Nonsense! It’s my day off, anyway. I’d also be really happy to know that you’re safe.” Peter said and you shrugged. “Alright.”

You went to the back and grabbed your bag as Peter waited for you outside the front of the bar. You finally walked out and Peter grinned at you. You two walked together and true enough, your apartment was really near. He offered to walk you upstairs and you allowed him to.

When you got there, you stood in front of your door and said, “Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me home.”

“No problem.” Peter smiled. You looked at each other for a while and Peter couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and kissed you. You were in shock for a second, but you immediately kissed back. His arms wrapped around your waist and your arms were around his neck. It was getting heated and you decided to pull away for air.

“Oh my god. I’m so sor-”

“Don’t apologize.” Peter panted. “Don’t be sorry. We both know we want it. Why should we stop?”

You looked at him before quickly turning around to unlock your door. You and Peter quickly went inside and you locked the door as soon as you got in. He took your hand in his and pulled you towards him to kiss you once more.

You pulled away and said, “Wait, not here.” You brought him to your room and he pushed you on your bed as he got on top of you and leaned in to kiss you. Before you knew it, yours and his clothes were on the floor and as he lined himself in your entranced, you stopped him.

“I’ve never done this before.” You blurted out.

“What?” Peter said.

“I’ve never… done it… before.” You said and you were embarrassed that you had to tell him that. In fact, you wished you kept your mouth shut. He looked at you and shrugged, “That’s okay. I’ll be gentle, I swear.”

He smiled at you softly before pecking your lips sweetly and lining himself in your entrance again. You relaxed a bit as he slowly entered you. It hurt a bit and once he was fully in, he lets you adjust to him before slowly thrusting. Once you got used to it, you begged him to go faster until you felt something forming in you.

“I think I’m gonna-” You moaned.

“Just let it out.” Peter grunted. You did as you were told and Peter released in you too. He rode out your highs and pulled out before laying next to you. Both of you were gasping for air and you didn’t say anything for a while.

“Oh my god.” You said as soon as you caught your breath. “I can’t believe I lost my virginity to a Stark.”

“You’re welcome.” Peter said with a smirk.

Your little rendezvous with Peter happened every day since you met. It always happened at your small apartment and you felt sorry for your neighbors who got to hear you moaning through the thin walls. Peter didn’t care, though. He loved hearing you. He’s got you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even notice that. You were innocent and fresh and he loved it.

He still went home and he still went on a few dates with Gwen, his long time girlfriend. Peter knew what he was doing and he knew it was wrong, but there was something about you that he really liked that he couldn’t put his finger on. He never told you about Gwen and he never told Gwen about you. It was meant to be that way until everything changed.

You were pregnant.

After all the wild sex that you and Peter did, you realized that he never wore protection. You quickly texted Peter about it and Peter quickly went to see you.

“What the fuck?!” Peter said as soon as you opened the door. You rolled your eyes and allowed him to come in before closing it.

“Yes. I’m pregnant and you’re the father.”

“I can’t be the father.” Peter shook his head.

“Well, too bad. You’re the father of this baby that I’m carrying. Besides, how can anyone else be the father? You’re the only man I’ve been sexual with. Why are you so upset?” You told him with a frown and somehow seeing you frown made Peter sad. He walked up to you and gave you a hug which you gladly returned.

“We’ll get through this.” Peter said even though he knew he was screwed. What would his father, Tony Stark, say? Tony would be disappointed, that’s for sure. He’d be yelled at.

A month later, Gwen found out. She saw Peter’s phone laying around which made her roll her eyes. She grabbed it and when she did, the screen lit up as a notification came in. Gwen knew that she wasn’t supposed to look, but her guts told her otherwise. She looked at it and gasped.

It was a text from you saying that the baby is okay and that you were excited to become a mom and that you already loved the baby.

Peter got out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw Gwen holding his phone and said, “What are you doing with my phone?”

“Who’s Y/N?” Gwen asked with a frown and a disappointed look on her face. “And why is she telling you all about her pregnancy? I would believe you if you told me that she’s just a friend, but she has a heart emoji next to her contact name. Who is she, Pete?”

“I cheated on you.” Peter said. It was so straightforward. He didn’t give Gwen a time to react as he just kept talking about what happened since the night of their argument. He told Gwen about how you two met, where you worked, where you lived, everything. After all, he could give Gwen was honesty. He didn’t have a reason to lie when everything’s out there.

“We’re done, Peter.” Gwen said as she tried not to cry. Peter nodded in understanding. “Peter, I love you and I always will, but that kid needs a father and I don’t want to get in the way of that. The kid is more important now.”

Gwen looked at the man she loved more than anything in the world and smiled sadly, “It wasn’t working out anymore, anyway. I wish you nothing but good luck and happiness. Since this is your house, I’ll move out. Don’t worry about me.”

Gwen walked up to him and kissed his cheek before grabbing a bag to pack her things. Peter gave Gwen a few days to move out before asking you to come live with him. You didn’t want to leave your apartment, but you figured the baby needed a decent home.

Once you moved in, Peter came clean to you about Gwen and everything. It hurt to know that you were just a side chick, but you knew it wasn’t your fault. He never told you in the beginning. Because of this, you decided not to agree to be his girlfriend when he asked.

“But why? We’re having a baby together.” Peter asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“I just- I can’t, alright?” You frowned. “I’m still so upset to find out that I’m the side chick. Just give me some time to get over it.”

After that, you were surprised that Peter still welcomed you to stay. You were always taken care of and Peter made sure that the maids made sure you were comfortable whenever he’s at work. He pampered you and he spoiled the unborn baby inside of you as well. He bought a crib, a baby monitor and all things that a baby needs.

“Peter, I’m not even close to my due date yet.” You chuckled. At this point, you were already two months pregnant. Peter smiled and said, “I don’t mind. It’s better to be early because knowing me, I forget things.”

Time passed by quickly and it wasn’t long until you were seven months pregnant. A few months back, you and Peter found out that you were having a boy and that excited both of you. Now, it’s like you’re the only one who’s excited. You noticed that Peter wasn’t happy anymore.

One night when he came home from work, you confronted him about his behavior. “Peter, are you okay? You seem really sad lately.” You said softly.

Peter stared at the wall and heavily sighed, “I made a mistake, Y/N. I’m so sorry that I have to do this to you.” The fact that he can’t even look at you says everything. You knew that what he was about to say, will ruin you. You felt it.

“I think I still love Gwen.” Peter mumbled. “What happened to us was a mistake and I’m so sorry that I gave you false hope of becoming a family. I’m really sorry.” He felt so bad. He genuinely did. It wasn’t some sick joke and he cried. You cried too, but you refused to let Peter see your tears. Instead, you sat next to him and patted his back as he sobbed with his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He cried. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You hugged him and rubbed his back with your palm in a circular motion. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s fine, Peter. We all make mistakes.” You said, your voice trembling. You gulped and held your composure. You didn’t want to cry because you knew it would make him feel even more bad. You didn’t want that.

“It’s okay, Peter. Really, it’s fine.” You said sadly. You couldn’t help it, though. Your tears streamed down your face as you silently cried while you held Peter in your arms. “We’ll be okay.”

You quickly wiped your tears before letting go of Peter. He looked at you straight in the eyes and opened his mouth to apologize. You brought your index finger to his mouth and shook your head.

“Don’t.” You said. “I’ll move out.” You got up and started packing your things. Peter left the room because he couldn’t take it. You were an innocent person who got dragged into this mess and you didn’t deserve it. He hated hurting you, but what’s done is done.

You packed what you can and exited the room that you and Peter shared. You dragged your suitcase downstairs and Peter cringed as he heard every step you took. Peter got up from the couch when he saw you reaching for the door.

“Y/N, please promise me something.” Peter pleaded. You looked in the eyes that you’ve grown to love. You nodded and said, “Anything.”

“Promise me that you’ll give me updates about the baby. Send me pictures and videos and just tell me everything about him, okay? I want to feel close to him somehow. If Gwen takes me back, I know she won’t allow me to see you and him.” Peter explained.

“Of course. Anything for you, Pete.” You gave him a small smile before leaving.

That was the last time Peter saw you. Surprisingly, Gwen took him back and he was right; Gwen didn’t want him to see you or the kid despite what she said before about not wanting the kid to grow up without a father. In Gwen’s thoughts, Peter went back to her for a reason and that reason is to be with her. Therefore, Peter should start fresh and pretend everything related to you never happened.

You never texted Peter for a while and that scared him. You promised to update him and not getting any texts from you sent shivers down his spine.

Two months later, you texted him again. It was midnight and Peter was still awake. He was working on his laptop when he got your message. He quickly looked at it and it was a picture of you in the hospital bed with a baby in your arms; his son.

Your text read: Meet Maxim. He’s healthy and he’s fine.

Peter was so happy that he finally heard from you again. He was extremely happy. He was sad that he had no trace of you in his house because the day after you left, Peter sent yours and all the baby’s things to your apartment. It left nothing behind.

Knowing he couldn’t be physically present, Peter sent you a bouquet of flowers and a note that said: ‘Congratulations, darling. Like his name, Maxim is the greatest little boy I’ve ever seen.’

This turned into a tradition for years. Every year, Peter would send gifts for Maxim on his birthday and it would make him happy. Maxim loved his father despite not meeting him yet. He saw pictures of Peter, though. He kept his favorites in his room.

Peter and Gwen got married and even though that happened, he longed to see your updates. It felt wrong, but he just wanted to know you were okay.

One day texts from you just stopped. Peter became paranoid not knowing about yours and Maxim’s condition. He was extremely sad when a week passed by and he still hasn’t heard from you.

“Dad, can you just calm down? I’m trying here, alright!” Peter raised his voice as he spoke to Tony through the phone. “I’ll handle the M.I.T scholarships, dad. You know that I’ll handle it. What makes you think that you can’t trust me?”

“Well, you cheated on Gwen and I lost my trust in you too.” Tony sassed.

“For god’s sake, that was like eight years ago! Get over it!” Peter hissed. “Anyway, I-”

Peter got cut off upon hearing a knock on the door. “Linda, can you get that please?” He shouted from the kitchen before continuing his talk with Tony. The person behind the door knocked again and Peter sighed.

“Dad, hold on a sec.” Peter grumbled. “Linda! Can you get the door, please?!” He stayed quiet for a while and waited for Linda’s footsteps, but they never came. Peter shook his head and spoke to Tony again.

“I’ll just open the door. Linda’s probably watching TV in the maid’s quarters. She likes the volume super loud.”

“Jesus, kid. Just fire her.” Tony said and Peter imagined his father rolling his eyes and disappointingly shaking his head.

“Linda needs the job. Anyway, I’ll get the door.” Peter said as he heard knocking again. He puts his phone on the countertop. He quickly jogged to the front door and opened it.

“Hi, dad.”

Peter wanted to faint. He looked around and you were nowhere in sight. “M-Maxim?”

“That’s me!” Maxim grinned. The 8-year-old boy had the features of Peter and it was so obvious that Peter’s his father. Peter stared at him for a long time and Maxim cleared his throat, “May I come in?”

Peter could only nod as he opened the door wider for Maxim. He closed the door and quickly went to the kitchen. He grabbed his phone and said, “Dad, I’ll call you back.”

“Why? What ha-”

Peter hung up the phone and turned his attention to his son who was standing behind him. “Was that grandpa?” Maxim asked with an innocent look on his face.

“Yeah.” Peter smiled softly. “Where’s your mom?”

Maxim frowned, “She’s dead.”

Peter’s heart stopped. Maxim told him about how you met your demise and Peter couldn’t function anymore. The mother of his child was now dead and he didn’t even get to say goodbye. It broke him and his heart broke even more for his son because he was motherless at the tender age of eight. He looked at his precious son with sad eyes as Maxim explained everything.

Peter hugged him tightly and swore to himself that he’d protect Maxim at all cost. He just couldn’t believe that you were gone.

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[upthenorthmountain]

The One That Got Away

Konmari-ing my Google Drive and found a few things that are a lot more written than I remembered - this one only actually needed a paragraph or two, which I managed to do, so here we go.

This is Flatmates nonsense, but it’s Flatmates that took a trip down a different leg of the Trousers of Time - after chapter 9 or so, say. So if you haven’t read that one then you should probably read that first, but if you have, you’re good to go.

Enjoy!

The One That Got Away

Two weeks before Sven and Jessica’s wedding

Sunday morning, 5am

“Kris? Kris.”

“Hmm?” 

Kristoff woke, blinking. Anna was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning over him. “What’s up?” he said, peering at his alarm clock.

“I have to go to Japan.”

“...right now?” She was fully dressed, and now he could see her wheeled suitcase in the doorway.

“Yes, Elsa’s not well - she’s in the hospital - her boss rang me, I have a flight at nine -”

“Right now, you’re going to Japan?”

“Yes. I’m sorry to wake you, but my cab will be here in a minute, and I thought I’d better say -”

“It’s fine.” He sat up and rubbed at his eyes. “The hospital? What happened?”

“I don’t know, I think - sometimes she thinks she’s fine and she stops taking her medication. She doesn’t like taking it, but she needs to….I have to go. I’ll call you, okay?”

“Okay…”

The doorbell rang. “That’ll be the minicab,” Anna said. She hopped up and went over to her case. 

“Take care,” he said. “If there’s anything I can do, just say.”

“I will. Goodbye,” and she left, shutting his bedroom door behind her.

-----

And just like that, it was over.

Anna stayed in Japan for nearly two weeks. When she came back she brought her sister with her, and they shared Anna’s room until Kristoff found somewhere else. They didn’t kick him out, exactly, but he’d been saving up for a deposit anyway, and when he found an end-of-terrace a couple of miles away in his budget that just needed some TLC there seemed no reason to wait. Anna made him a housewarming cake.

She was always with her sister, following her around anxiously. If he invited Anna over, Elsa would come too; or, more often, Elsa wouldn’t feel like it, so they would both stay at home. When they were all invited to Sven and Jessica’s for dinner, Anna and Elsa came, and Elsa sat in the corner for half an hour, and then she was tired and wanted to go to bed, so both sisters went home. 

And when Elsa got a new job, in New York, Anna went with her.

-----

Three years later

The rain started just as Kristoff was heading out of the town centre. Just a drizzle, but the clouds told him it would be a lot more soon, and he hadn’t brought an umbrella, or the car for that matter. He turned up his collar and increased his pace.

“Kris! Kristoff! KRISTOFF!” He turned, just in time to duck and avoid being stabbed in the eye by a bright yellow umbrella. And Anna - Anna was here, and she was flinging her arms around him, her umbrella in his face and her shopping bags swinging round to smack him on his back. “It’s you!”

“It’s you,” he replied, stepping back. “I didn’t know you were back in the country.”

“I am, well, obviously I am -” She peered up at the sky. “Ugh, the rain - do you have a minute? Come on,” and she was leading him through the door of a nearby cafe.

-----

Kristoff had a minute. He had all the minutes, with Anna sitting opposite him in the warm fug of the cafe, humming while she stirred marshmallows into her hot chocolate.

They talked. It was as easy to talk to her as always, and that seemed both amazing and obvious. She was clearly happy to be back; she kept saying things like ‘Now I’m home I need to see if I can find my library card,’ and ‘It’s so nice to be home and to be able to get all my favourite snacks.’

“How long have you been back in the UK?” he asked.

“A month or so. I only just moved back to Arundel, though. It took me a while to find somewhere, and it’s a tiny little bedsit but it’ll do to get me started. I start my new job on Monday. And I was thinking about how to get back in touch with everyone, and here you are!”

“Here I am - and I still have the same phone number, you know.”

“I don’t, I got a new contract when I came back home, let me ring you and you’ll have it - there you go. How’re Sven and Jessica?”

“Really good. Ben’s nearly eight months now.”

“I know, I can’t believe they have a BABY - I need to meet this baby, I love babies, you have to hook me up.”

“I expect I can manage that, they’d love to see you. How’s your sister?”

“She’s fine, she’s really great. Really settled. She likes America. Or at least, she likes where she works, she likes the people. I’d be surprised if she ever comes back home, if I’m honest.”

“But you didn’t? I mean, you didn’t like America?”

Anna shrugged. “I liked it well enough…well, Elsa had this job with her company sponsoring her and everything, I had problems with visas and stuff...and I missed the UK. And.” She fiddled with her spoon. “I realised that - I saw a therapist for a while and I realised that I needed to get back to my own life. It’s not my job to follow Elsa around and make sure she’s alright. It’s Elsa’s job to make sure she’s alright. She’s my sister and I love her but she’s a grown up.”

Kristoff hesitated for a moment, not sure what to say.

“I mean, I left my whole life behind, my job, my friends - with and without benefits,” Anna said, and grinned at him. 

He smiled back, trying not to blush. “That seems like a long time ago, somehow.”

“That was good, though, wasn’t it?” Anna said. “That summer. So much fun. I hope you realise you ruined me for other men.”

He laughed. 

“No, I’m serious. I slept with - not like a lot of people, but a couple - like I’d go out with someone a few times, they’d seem nice, then we’d do it and I’d be like - it was better with Kristoff, so why am I even bothering? I know it can be better than this, why settle? You ruined it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

“I’m sorry I’m so good in bed that I ruined your dating life forever.”

“You should be. This is the part where you return the compliment.”

“I haven’t really been out with anyone since you left. Not that we were going out. You know what I mean.”

“Really? Not anyone?”

He shrugged. “Maybe you did ruin me. It wouldn’t be as good as with Anna, so what’s the point.”

“Huh.”

Their drinks were finished. Anna scraped the last dregs of hot chocolate out of her mug and said “The rain’s stopped. I should get back, I have things to do, all my stuff is still in boxes...”

“Oh, sure. Well, it was lovely to -”

“Walk me back? It’s just around the corner.”

-----

It was actually about half a mile, but Kristoff didn’t mind. Anna kept turning and grinning up at him, and then he would smile back, and it felt like being bathed in sunshine. He’d missed her so much.

Anna’s bedsit was on the second floor above a newsagents, up a narrow flight of stairs stacked with bound newspapers. 

“Home sweet home,” she said brightly as she unlocked the door. “Well, it’ll do for now.” 

She smiled at him again. “I bet your house is looking pretty good after three years.”

“It’s alright, yeah. You’ll have to come over and see it some time.”

“Try and stop me.”

Kristoff wasn’t sure, afterwards, who kissed who. He just knew that her lips were on his, and he was pulling her into his arms, and it was so familiar that he didn’t even need to think about it, just revel in the warmth of her skin and the taste of her mouth, her little gasping moan as she pressed herself against him. She pulled away to say his name, and he kissed her neck, in just the spot that he knew she liked; and she sighed and said his name again, more firmly. “Kristoff.”

“Yeah?”

“Kris, I don’t want…”

Shit. He’d misread that. He pulled all the way back, letting her go, embarrassed.

“No, it’s okay,” she said. “I just don’t want - it to be like it was before. I don’t want - just that.” She tugged on his hand until he met her gaze. “I thought about it a lot, and - I think, if I hadn’t gone away, we would have been together, properly. That’s what I wanted, then, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know if you felt the same way.”

Kristoff couldn’t help it. He started laughing. “I’m sorry - I’m sorry. But. I didn’t say anything. Because I didn’t know if you felt the same way.”

“Really?” Anna started laughing, and buried her head in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her. “Really.”

“What a pair of idiots,” she said.

Anna rested her cheek on his chest and he stroked her hair. She sighed, then murmured something to herself; and he couldn’t quite make it out, but he was pretty sure she said ‘...it’s good to be home.’

#flatmates #fanfic #fanfiction #kristanna #modern au

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Mission of Mercy: Thirty-Six

“Sam,” you call, as he walked through the house from the bathroom, “Make sure none of those knuckle heads throw their back out trying to set up that tripod.”

“On it,” he said, glancing out the Cabin’s screen door to see Joe and Cooksy having a very animated argument about how to set up the aforementioned piece of equipment.

Natasha and Sharon watched him go and Natasha turned back towards you, “Jesus Christ.” You were sweating and Natasha was fairly certain you’d started cooking some time around 5am and hadn’t stopped since. “How?”

You shrug and wipe the sweat out of your eyes with a towel slung over your shoulder, “It used to be my mom, my grandma and I. Then Grandma died and mom stopped coming so…Here we are.”

You’d like to cry. You’re tired and your back hurts and you can feel the muscle cramps from standing in one spot for so long trying to get everything done. But you don’t, you just resume chopping to try and get things on the stove so you can finish things over the fire. Camping is work. Something no one else really seemed to understand.

Sharon drifted out to go be with Sam and you take a deep breath, tossing your knife into the sink with more force than was probably strictly necessary before adding the onions, tomato, and garlic into your waiting, perfectly seasoned cast iron pot.

Natasha squeezed behind you to get to the sink and started washing. She wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted help but. She didn’t blame you for being irritated by the male voices outside bellowing laughter while you were stuck inside trying to feed everyone you’d planned to feed AND the people that had decided to come along.

She couldn’t feel the tension in the air but she’d worked with you long enough to see it ratcheting down on you. It was like someone was twisting a corkscrew down your neck. And she’d be lying if she said it didn’t break her heart a little. She wondered, in the back of her mind, how long it had been like this on these little excursions. And if it was always like this or just the added pressure of having to also feed gods, supersoldiers, and other sundry heros.

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You stood on the porch watching the goings on for a minute and sighed. There was still cornbread to be made but at least that you could do outside. It was hotter than hell in the kitchen and the breeze off the lake felt like heaven as it cooled the sweat on your forehead. You hefted the pot slightly closer to your body and started down the steps carefully.

“Move,” you snap. You’re hot and this pot is heavy and you really don’t have the patience to be polite and wait for someone to listen to you.

Sam started and pulled Sharon out of your way quickly to let you through and you sigh, starting across the grass to adjust your fire and get the chili on properly. You can feel people watching you and it rankles. Honestly with all the strong ass men that have been drinking and laying around all day, you’d appreciate it if someone would have at least ASKED if you wanted the extra set of hands.

You wrestle the cauldron sized pot into place and wipe your forehead on your forearm, swaying slightly on your feet. “Can someone-” you start the sentence but. You can’t really seem to find the rest of the words. No one’s looking at you. They’ve all gone back to doing… whatever. And all you want to do is cry. There’s still so much left to do. And you realize that if you wanted to work this hard all weekend you could have just stayed home holed up in your office.

But. Your boys like corn bread. And it isn’t their fault that Tony rented out what feels like half the lake. So. You turn and go to get the things you need to make it. Just the way your grandma did. Because she learned from her mom. And so on and so forth. It was the only thing Joe ever asked for and you were going to make sure he got it.

Bucky watched you disappear back into the house and frowned. He’d not seen you all day. Not since you slipped out of bed to make sure Cooksy got his pancakes and there was breakfast waiting on everyone else. But even from a distance, you looked wrecked. And he didn’t miss that you were limping just a little. He wasn’t sure if it was your old injuries or a new one. But he whistled to Lucy all the same and started back up the beach.

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He stopped at the kitchen door and watched you for a minute, watching you mix batter and talk to the dog who was sitting very patiently to have her ears rubbed just like she liked.

“Are you having fun?” you ask, kneeling for just a minute to lavish attention on her, “Out there exploring? I’m gonna have to check you for ticks tonight before bed.”

“You okay?” Bucky watched you look up and his stomach twists. You look hot and tired. And even Lucy seems to know that all is not right. Her tail, which usually wags nonstop when you talk to her is still and she’s frantically burrowing into your chest like she can will you into feeling better if she wipes enough eye boogers on your shirt.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, catching yourself on the counter as you waver on your feet trying to stand up straight.

“Now say that and don’t fall over,” he said folding his arms.

“I’m not arguing with you, I’ve got too much to do,” you tell him, pouring batter very carefully into your freshly greased pan.

“Sweetheart,” he started.

He wanted to put an arm around you and make you sit down but when you brush past him, pan in hand, he had no choice but to follow you. And watch as you knelt by your fire to make sure everything was exactly how you wanted it to be.

“Something smells good, kid,” Joe said, lowering himself into a camp chair with a groan

You make a soft sound but otherwise, you don’t answer. It’s still hot, this close to the fire but at least you can feel some of the breeze of the lake at your back. And you’re not standing up. That’s good. Standing hurts. Kneeling like this hurts too but at least it hurts new muscles.

“Cornbread is an art,” you explain to Lucy, scritching her neck.

“Damn straight,” Joe agreed, chuckling when the little dog waddled her way over to investigate her pop up dish for treats.

Bucky came and took a spot on your other side and leaned over to kiss your head. Your hair is damp with sweat and he can see the tremors in your hands when you reach out to carefully adjust pans. “Thirsty?” he asked softly.

“And hot. And hungry. And tired.” you answer.

“Baby-” Bucky starts. But he stops when you shake your head. You don’t want to talk about it. You don’t want anything. You just want to be done. And you want to go home. Bucky gets to his feet and kisses your head again, going to get dishes and find an ice pack to put on your back when you decide to stop being grumpy and let him help you.

By the time the corn bread is all done and the chili has simmered into it’s perfect state, fireflies are drifting over the grass. You straighten up slowly and set the last pan on the wooden table with a clang.

And that’s the last thing you remember.

At least until you roll over and dry heave into the grass for about a minute.

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Bucky saw you waver for a second and he’d never been more thankful to be fast in his life. He didn’t quite manage to catch you, but he did manage to keep you from smacking your head on the concrete right behind you.

He isn’t sure who handed him a cold cloth and he honestly doesn’t really care. All he knows is that he’s kicking himself for not sticking closer to the house. And that there are several team mates he’d personally like to strangle.

“Easy,” he cautioned, wiping tears and snot off your face with a clean handkerchief and putting an arm behind your back to help you sit up.

“ ‘m okay,” you protest weakly.

“Get her inside,” Nat said quietly, nudging Bucky. Most of the party hadn’t really seen what happened. And Nat figured you’d probably like it to stay that way.

“Put your arms around my neck,” Bucky murmured, nodding.

You did. Too disoriented and tired to do anything else. And Bucky carried you carefully into the bedroom that you were sharing, laying you on the cot. You whimper just slightly and Bucky takes a second to run practiced hands over your limbs feeling for anything broken.

“Easy,” he repeated, putting a hand on your chest to keep you still. “Someone bring me some cold water. And rags.”

Your skin was the wrong temperature. You were too hot and too cold all at the same time. Heat exhaustion then, not heat stroke, he decided and pressed a kiss against your forehead. “You gotta take it easy,” he scolded gently, taking the ice water and a stack of wash cloths from Joe and Natasha before shooing them out.

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Bucky sat on the floor by the bed and watched you sleep, stroking your hair. He was afraid to sleep next to you, worried that you’d get too hot. He hadn’t even wanted to let Lucy sleep with you but the poor puppy had cried like someone was killing her when he shut the bedroom door.

“You’re not doing anything tomorrow,” he muttered. “All you’re gonna do is lay in the shade and watch those chuckle fucks figure out how to feed everyone.”

#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #natasha romanoff #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort

[purplehannie]

Hot Cocoa

gif from here

‘Chan.’ You whined as he filled you to the brim. You gripped his shoulders tightly. ‘Yeah? You okay sweetheart?’

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 2,7k

You walked out of the back door of the giant building, peering around to see how crowded it was. Barely anyone was walking around, it was a Thursday morning and most people hadn’t even got to work yet. But your day started at 5am, when you saw that Chan was online. You’d sent him a message asking if he was okay, and he replied that while he was a little hungry, he was perfectly fine, and had just so happened to wake up an hour earlier than usual, probably due to him falling asleep on the chair at his desk, you thought. You’d been a junior manager for Stray Kids since their debut, and you’d bonded with Chan since you were the same age, so he considered you more of a friend than a manager, and you thought the same of him.

The cold morning breeze caressed your skin as you cautiously stepped out into the street. You walked briskly around the corner to the café, which was slightly more crowded than usual, especially since it was so early. Fans often came to this place in the hopes of bumping into their idols, so you assumed someone was there. You hoped it was one of the boys, but you were definitely not disappointed when you saw who was at the counter.

‘Mina!’ You called timidly.

Mina turned around and peered over the people who were gathered around her, motioning for her manager to let you through after you flashed your ID. You walked through and hugged her quickly, before asking the barista for two hot chocolates and a croissant.

‘How are you?’ She asked.

‘I’m okay! Just picking up a drink for Chan.’

‘Ah, cool.’ She raised her eyebrow suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, and she laughed.

‘I’m one of his managers, it’s not like that. I’ve never said anything about you and your manager!’

You simultaneously glanced over at her manager, a stout, bald man, in his 50s. She frowned at you.

‘That’s because I don’t have an attractive manager. I can’t say the same for Chan though.’ She winked, before grabbing her latte and turning to leave.

‘See you later.’ She called.

‘See you…’ You replied, before being handed your order in a bag by the barista.

You pushed your way through the dispersing crowd and out of the door, clutching the bag with one arm and fishing your phone out of your pocket with the other. You checked it.

One new message from: Chan

You unlocked your phone and read the message.

‘Could you pick up a croissant?’

You typed out your response.

‘Already did 😘’

Your phone pinged a second later, and you smiled at the reponse.

‘You know me too well…I’ll see you in a sec 😉’

The emoji threw you off and you giggled nervously. You put your phone in your bag and hurried across the street to Chan’s appartment, eager for a break from the work before your midday meeting. 

*****

You knocked on the door and tapped your foot on the floor as you waited. You heard footsteps, and Chan opened the door, wearing worn out jeans and a hoodie.

‘Hey!’ He said, smiling.

‘Hey!’ You lifted the bag to show him.

‘Ah yeah, come in!’

You stepped into his living room and set the bag down on his kitchen table. Chan placed his hand on your back as he leaned over to peer inside, and you melted into his touch. He noticed and quickly removed it, reaching over to take his drink. He sipped it cautiously, avoiding your eyes. You stood fiddling with your phone, reading through your messages with Mina, thinking about what she’d said earlier. You heard Chan eating his croissant behind you, and you turned around, leaning on the table, staring at him as he grinned and shoved a section of the pastry in his mouth.

‘You want some?’ He waved the rest of the croissant in front of your face, and you turned away shyly. He moved towards you and placed his hand on your back again, slowly pulling you closer.

‘Chan!’ You laughed as he tried to shove the croissant into your mouth, while you tried to wriggle free from his arms, but you gave in and let him feed you.

You both giggled as you walked to the kitchen sink to wash your hands. You shared a soft, small towel as you both dried off. 

‘Wait.’ Chan said.

‘What?’ You looked up.

‘You have something on your lip.’

You reached up to brush your mouth, but he gently blocked your hand with his.

‘I got it.’ He leaned his head closer and brushed the edge of your lips with the back of his fingers, you tried not to breathe in the intoxicating scent of his cologne, but you did, and a small whine escaped your lips.

Fuck, just kiss me. You thought.

‘Thanks.’ You exhaled, hoping he hadn’t noticed. He stepped back, and nodded in return.

You both moved to the lounge area to sit and chat while you finished your drinks, and the conversation turned to a mark on your shoulder.

‘Is that a hickey?’ Chan asked.

Your hand jumped up to cover the purple mark on your shoulder, exposed by your shirt, which had come slightly undone. You hurriedly buttoned it up.

‘It’s not a hickey.’ You snapped.

‘It looked very much like it to me.’ Chan raised an eyebrow.

You didn’t want to explain but you knew he wasn’t going to let it go.

‘Fine, it is a hickey, but I did it to myself.’ You hugged your knees and looked at the floor. 

‘How come? Isn’t the whole point of hickeys that you get marked up by someone else?’

Feeling a slight heat begin to pool in your stomach at his suggestive comment, your heart started to beat faster.

‘I was alone, and It was to keep myself quiet.’ You hissed.

‘Ah.’ Chan murmured, flicking his eyes down to the floor. He shifted slightly in his seat.

‘Yep.’

‘Still single?’ He teased. Your eyes shot up and you glared at him.

‘What do you think?’

‘I mean. It must be pretty easy for you to find people to hook up with, right?’ He suggested.

‘What makes you think that?’

‘You’re attractive.’ He shrugged. Your stomach flipped and your cheeks grew hot.

Stop. You thought. I can’t be dealing with this right now. You shifted down and crossed one leg over the other in an attempt to stop yourself from getting too turned on.

‘You’re more attractive.’ You protested. ‘And I haven’t heard anything about you hooking up with anyone.’ It was a weak but daring response, but it was all you could think of.

‘You could say something mildly suggestive,’ You continued, ‘and have everyone on their knees for you.’

Shit, that was too far.

You glanced up, shocked at yourself and your choice of words, expecting to see Chan angry, but instead you were greeted by that stupid, cocky smirk.

‘Everyone?’ He questioned. ‘Hmm?’

You didn’t answer, your eyes fixed on him, working out how the fuck you were going to dig yourself out of this hole.

‘Even you?’ He smirked.

Your stomach flipped again and you felt yourself start to get wet as you involuntarily imagined getting on your knees for him. You swallowed hard, and he sighed heavily.

‘I’d have thought you’d have everyone lining up outside your door to get a taste of you.’

Your eyes shot up, and met with his.

What was he suggesting?

He seemingly read your mind, and nodded.

‘Even me.’ He added. He looked back down and toyed with the edge of a cushion.

You took a deep breath, before looking up at him.

‘Why haven’t you hooked up with anyone recently, then?’ You attempted to change the subject.

‘You know very well why.’ He answered, and indeed you did. Being an idol, it was too risky for him to try and find some relief, so he had almost definitely been limited to himself for at least a year.

‘I’ve seen guys looking at you, checking you out. You could have any one of them that you wanted. You just choose not to.’

He was right. People had asked you for your number, tried to go home with you, or tried to bring you back to their place. But you never did. You’d punish yourself everytime you denied yourself a chance to get fucked. You wanted to get fucked, and you wanted it bad. You started to feel guilty for bringing it up.

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered.

‘It’s okay, babe.’ He reassured. Heat grew in between your legs in response to the pet name, and you whined again slightly. You made eye contact with him again, and that’s when you noticed the growing bulge in his jeans. You shifted anxiously, desperately trying to stop the mental images of Chan fucking you. You involuntarily bit your lip to suppress a groan.

‘I should probably get going.’ You began to stand up, but Chan stood up and blocked your exit.

‘Nope. I know your meeting doesn’t start for another 4 hours. Don’t try to avoid me, hm?’

Defeated, you stood back and slumped down on the couch, only for him to sit beside you, throwing an arm over the back of the seat. You rubbed your thighs together and buried your head in a cushion. You felt a warm hand graze your leg.

‘Hey.’

You let the cushion fall from your face as Chan got your attention.

‘Yeah?’ You answered flatly.

‘If you ever really wanted to let some steam off, I’m sure we could help each other out.’

You were shocked at his words, but couldn’t help your enthusiasm.

‘Really?’ You piped.

‘Yeah.’ He bit his lip. You glanced at his obvious erection, and he noticed, and smirked again.

‘Please.’ You begged, ‘are you busy now?’

’I was hoping you’d ask that.’

Just like that, the both of you succumed to your instincts and lunged at each other, desperate for some relief. He leapt up and immediately undid his belt, opened the zip on his jeans, and kicked them off, motioning for you to do the same. You stood facing each other, him admiring your now-soaked underwear, you taking in the sight of his erection straining against his boxers. You felt your legs give way and you fell to your knees, grabbing the hem of his boxer shorts and gently pulling them down, letting his cock spring free and taking some of the pressure off of him. He groaned loudly, and put his hands on your waist as he pulled you up. In one motion, he swept an arm underneath you and perched you around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom. He pulled the door behind him and lay you down on your back on top of his bed covers, standing back to admire the mess you’d made. He slowly dragged your soaked underwear down your legs and onto the floor, before lifting his shirt over his head, revealing his toned stomach. He straddled you and pulled you up, breathing hard before taking your lips in his. He moved to your shoulder, softly stroking the hickey you’d given yourself. He placed his mouth over it and sucked hard, replacing it with his own marks. He kissed you hungrily, his hands scoping out your body, running down your back, your stomach, dragging his fingers along your thighs, pinching your hips and rocking them against his.

You sat up and gently sucked his tip, cleaning it of precum before he slipped a condom over his throbbing length. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, and you took his cock and locked your thumb and finger around it, squeezing and sliding it down, earning another soft moan from him.

He pushed you down into the bed and wrapped his arms around you as he pushed apart your legs and entered you. He was perfectly proportioned and fit you like a glove.

‘Fuck…’ He moaned loudly as he bottomed out, and he lowered himself and pressed his lower body into you.

‘Chan.’ You whined as he filled you to the brim. You gripped his shoulders tightly.

‘Yeah? You okay sweetheart?’

You moaned at the feeling of him adjusting his position while making you feel weak with his petnames.

‘Move.’ You choked.

‘Move what?’

‘Please…move please…’

With that, tightened his grip on your shoulders and dragged his hips upward gently, before slamming them back down. You cried out at the sudden movement, and he sucked your neck lightly. He moved his hips again, slowly pushing himself in and out of you, keeping his lips glued to the top of the side of your neck.

‘You’re doing so well…so good for me, honey.’ He reassured.

All you could do to respond was moan his name loudly, using up all the air in your lungs by calling out for him. He lifted your neck and cradled your head with his hand, slipping his other arm underneath your shoulders to support your upper body. After whining and giving him a longing gaze, he took the hint, and started to thrust into you more quickly. He rolled his hips smoothly into yours, gently grazing your hipbones but roughly pumping against your insides, stretching your opening more than you thought it could be stretched. He filled you up perfectly, and you felt the base of his cock slap into your perineum.

You coudln’t stop crying out for him as he fucked into you neatly and with perfect rhythm, but just as you felt yourself start to reach your high, Chan pulled out and hoisted you up with his arms, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He strode with you around him to the lounge, where he suddenly lay you on your back over the sofa, on top of a large pile of cushions. He repositioned himself at your entrance and slipped into you again, holding both of your legs apart and bending down to kiss you. He started to fuck you again, your legs thrown over his shoulders, and your head thrown back against the cushions. You moaned loudly.

‘Chan…’

‘You okay baby?’

‘P-please let me ride you-‘

He lifted you up once more and seated himself on the edge of the sofa, laying back and grabbing your hips. You knelt up and sunk onto his length, both of you groaning and throwing your heads back. You panted as you started to grind on his lap, leaning forward to bury your head in the crook of his neck. He placed both hands on your bare back, guiding you as you took him. He cried out for you softly, and subconsciously started to buck his hips up into you, bouncing you up and down on his cock. You moved with him, slamming down on him with force, moving to kiss him to try and shush him.

He removed a hand from your back, and gently pushed two fingers into your mouth, before moving them down to your clit and tracing around it. You cried out for him, and he started to fuck you faster.

‘Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum-‘ Chan hissed.

His words sent you into overdrive, and you shifted slightly, letting him hit your sweet spot. You cried again as you felt your orgasm approaching, and he moaned helplessly as he began to let go. You let him move your legs so that you were straddling him, and you grabbed his hand from beneath you as you made eye contact.

He gazed at you intensely, moving his mouth to give you orders.

‘Cum for me.’ He mouthed, staring darkly at you.

You felt him thrust into you once more, and instantly came undone. You writhed on top of him, feeling yourself spill onto him, coating his legs in your juices. The pleasure was so intense that you shook violently, and you couldn’t stop your hips from rocking against him. The feeling of your throbbing pussy clenching around him was the last straw for Chan, and his eyes rolled back as he came. You felt his cock twitch as he shot his load into you, filling you up with his seed until you were completely stuffed. You collapsed, exhausted, onto his chest, and he moved his hands to your back again to steady you.

You both gasped for air, trying to catch your breath for what seemed like ages, before Chan tilted your chin up and kissed you hungrily. You both fell back into the cushions and laughed as you tried to catch your breath again. You moved your head to the side to face him.

‘You wanna go clean up together?’

He nodded in agreement, and started to get up, before stopping and moving to whisper in your ear.

‘Hey, we fucked in every room except the bathroom. You wanna try that next time?’

#skz smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagine #bang chan smut #skz imagines #skz imagine #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids smut

[ciggylungz]

Summer Bummer

y/n x harry pairing

summary- y/n and Harry are part of a cast of a reality show called ‘summer bummer’ that’s a uk version of the jersey shore and things are chaotic

(hoping if it’s received well it can become a series, tbh I’ve been rewatching jersey shore and I stan snooki and pauly’s friendship)

2.8k words

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  The first thing that Y/n was hit with when she walked into the large mansion was booze, a giant whiff of it as she entered the doors trying not to react too much since the cameras were already following her around and she didn’t want to risk any horrid screenshots on twitter when the episode aired.

“woah, swear I could get wasted just smelling this place…” she giggled to herself as she made her way to the kitchen where she heard people who she assumed were her new roommates chatting.

“Oi! Hey love! Welcome.” The first person to welcome her was a tall tanned guy with a pretty strong posh-ish accent, big muscles and obvious over grooming, he seemed a bit full of himself just by how he looked. Y/n internally laughed as the guy hugged her calling him a ‘wanker’ in her brain.

“Hi! I’m Y/n, what’s your name?”

“Tommy, here I’ll take your bags. Take a load off sweetheart, everyone’s cool don’t look so nervous.”

Y/n was in physical pain from how badly she wanted to roll her eyes at this kids cocky and terribly flirty aggression, he wasn’t her type at-fucking-all. He looked like a guy who would cat call her when she’s out buying groceries, a hard pass on that one.

But- she managed to hold back and focus her energy on the other people all mingling in the kitchen. She counted 7, seemed like 4 girls- herself included- and 3 guys which means there was one person left to show up since she was told by producers ahead of time there were 8 cast members in total.

She introduced herself to her fellow cast mates who she learned were named Mandy, Kaitlyn, Selena, Ryan, Casey and of course the dreaded Tommy who was now looming over her again, topping off her basically full cup of vodka and red bull without asking her, and giving her a wink that made her want to vomit from cringing so hard.

Finally, the door opened again revealing the final person, who had all eyes on him as he closed the door behind him and set his luggage down, giving everyone a smile and making his way over.

Y/n let herself slyly size the man up. He looked to be about 22, long hair with a nice body to it with some curls, green eyes, dimples- he was cute. Plus he was at least a foot taller than her which was always a plus, she has always had a thing for tall guys.

The man greeted everyone, introducing himself as ‘Harry’ and Y/n smiled as he ducked down to hug her and politely kiss her on the cheek as he greeted her, asking for her name making polite conversation with everyone while they tried their best to ignore the-what seemed to be- millions of cameras surrounding them. The crew had left the house for the time being but the house was covered in cameras in pretty much every corner, on every wall- even outside.

It was a bit unnerving to the girl, she wasn’t used to being on camera and she was a bit worried about if she looked alright. She was one of the youngest in the house, freshly 19- a year over legal drinking age in England and when she saw the ad for casting of a summer reality show, she thought ‘fuck it, im young and hot and I wanna get wasted. If someone wants to pay me to do it, all the better!’ and she took the risk, auditioning and thankfully getting her spot on the new show.

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 It was around 8 in the evening when everyone sat down for their first dinner together, opting to make a simple meal of pasta and some nice finger foods as well since they were going out to a club tonight and the last thing she wanted was to get sloppy drunk her first night and puke all over herself in front of her new roommates. She wanted to at least have a chance to make a good impression.

They all seemed to get along great, besides Tommy who was still creeping on Y/n trying to flirt and being a total tool even when she was just trying to enjoy her dinner, making conversation with everyone. She of course gave him nothing in return making it pretty obvious she wasn’t interested and seeing as this kid was such a cocky little bastard he seemed to get butthurt over her cold shoulder. He was used to getting any girl he wanted back home, since ‘apparently there they have no taste or standards’ is what she thought to herself as she finished off her food and helped the rest of the group wash up the dishes leaving the pouting man child to sulk at the table while everyone else ignored him.

 “alright guys, I think we should all chill for a while then start getting ready to go to Headliners and we should leave at like 12 since clubs usually busiest from 1-5am and I’m not trying to have a lame night. Sound like a plan?” Selena cupped her hands around her mouth as she spoke to everyone making sure they all could hear her, getting approval from everyone before smiling and making her way to her room.

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 Y/n was sitting on her bedroom floor using the full-length mirror to do her hair and makeup as she sat in her robe, her dress and heels already picked out and laid on her twin sized bed. All the girls were chatting among themselves as they groomed themselves and glammed themselves up. They were fucking hot and they knew it, making sure to highlight their beauty with the clothes that would probably burst into flames if they were worn in a church and heels as high as they could handle.

The girls went into a frenzy rushing around when they heard Ryan yell up the stairs that they were leaving in 30 minutes, all of them scrambling to get the skin tight dresses onto their bodies making sure they sprayed themselves with some deodorant and perfume since they fully planned to fool around tonight and BO from dancing your ass off in a club isn’t exactly an aphrodisiac.

All of the guys heads turned towards the stairs as the girls rushed down them, their heels loud on the wooden steps making it sound like a heard of elephants was rushing through the house but they didn’t care.

“Christ…look fucking good girls.” Casey smiled at them as he looked each one from head to toe, licking over his lips a bit as he took them in. They looked like sin personified and what’s better than that?

“Right?” Selena laughed and turned towards Y/n and Kait “Kait looks fucking hot and Y/n looks so fucking good I’m questioning if I’m bisexual now” Selena was their hype woman, even on the first day of meeting she was ready with a mouthful of compliment word vomit to spew into their ears.

Everyone laughed at her comment, Y/n smiling and smacking her roomates ass as she walked towards the door , “Sel, if I don’t find a cute guy tonight you can bring me home instead” Y/n giggled a bit as she watched all the guys eyes blow up wide at the comment, getting a few ‘can I watch’ comments from some of them which just got them an eye roll and groan from the girls.

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Everyone piled into the cabs that were waiting for them, all excited and already a little buzzed from the pre-gaming they did before and during dinner anxious to get to the club, all of them just wanting to dance and enjoy their first night of summer. And of course, get absolutely trashed,

And so the team of young adults did just that. They made a b-line to the bar as soon as they got let in all taking a round of shots together before moving to the dance floor sipping the cups of liquor they held in their hands as they grinded and danced on whoever was near them.

Y/n was pretty wasted as she stumbled towards her group of roommates again, making a grossed out noise when she saw Kaitlyn kissing Tommy, hearing a laugh from next to her as she turned to see Harry. “poor girl, I guess being drunk does make people seem more attractive.” He commented while eyeing the younger girl getting a slight disgusted shiver from her as she thought about the guy. “he’s such a tool, I almost wanna stop her. He’s a total wanker, wouldn’t leave me alone and then pouted like a child when I wouldn’t flirt back at him. He’s got no chance, doesn’t matter how many of these I’ve had. I promise you that one.” She held her now empty cup in the air as she said it, giggling like crazy at her own words getting a lazy drunk smile from the man who joined her in the laughter.

He went to the bar with her to get both of them another refill on their drinks of choice, Y/n’s being a screwdriver and his being a rum and coke. They were both pretty wasted, but they were having fun and that’s what it was all about, plus she was almost chest to chest with the hottest guy she’s seen in a long time, in the middle of the club as they both are crammed into a corner trying to talk to each other a bit.

“Where you from love?” Harry asked her as he took another swig of his drink, looking down at the girl that he swears he’s torn between scooping her up like a baby and cuddling like a teddy bear and fucking her hard against the wall till she’s begging him to stop. She’s adorable, yet she’s just so goddamn sexy.

“Up in North London, how about you?”

“originally Holmes Chapel but live in Central London now.” He gave a smile to the girl and she returned it

“ahh London, maybe if I decide I like ya’ enough we can meet up after summer since we’re not too far from each other.” She offered with a playful poke to his stomach getting a smirk in return as he leaned down a bit to be a little closer to the girls face

“maybe we can, cmon wanna dance with me?” he held his hand out to the girl who took it, following him into the sea of people all grinding against each other to the blaring music, and Y/n wasted no time in doing the same.

Her back was to his chest as she danced on him, her heels putting her at perfect level for her ass to grind right on his crotch. They were like horny kids dirty dancing on each other, Y/n was having the fun she came here for and well, Harry was too.

When Y/n spun around in his arms she was pushed chest to chest with him by another couple who were dancing, nudging into her a bit seeing as the floor was packed with people. Harry of course took the opportunity to smoothly wrap his arm around her waist leaning down to look into her dilated pupils giving her a smirk that she gave right back to him before he leaned down to talk in her ear

“you got no idea how badly I wanna fuck your brains out right now darlin’, but I’m a gentlemen. Can’t do anything like that with a drunk girl, at least till I talk to the sober version about it first.” Harry talked in a deep voice right into her ear getting a shutter from her as her body tingled at the tone. When he pulled back he was met with a adorable pout on her pretty lips letting out a chuckle himself at her rather dramatic expression.

“that’s not fairrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, you’re so hot! And you wanna fuck me but now you’re being a tease!” she gave him her best puppy dog eyes but he just shook his head with a smile tugging on his lips, he was firm on his rule. He never wanted to hurt a girl, well unless they liked it but right now Y/n was in no state to truly decide that. Her body was swaying from how wasted she was, and he could tell by the slow speech she wouldn’t pass a basic sobriety test let alone be able to fully consent to having sex with him.

“Not tonight, maybe next time sweetheart.”

“Can we at least kiss? Snuggle?” she tugged on the collar of his shirt a little giving him her best pouty face and he couldn’t help but smile down at her giving her a nod.

“I’ll go for snuggles and kisses, but that’s all for tonight little girl.” He pointed his finger in her face jokingly scolding her getting a gentle bite on the tip of that finger before she pulled him down to kiss her.

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It was 25 past 4 in the morning when the group of housemates stumbled their way out of the club, all completely wasted and some even having a plus one this cab ride, and Harry didn’t mind one bit as Y/n held onto him like a little lost puppy keeping a hold on his shirt sleeve the entire way home stealing kisses from him every so often.

“I’m taking the extra room tonight guys, me and my girl need some privacy.” Casey managed to slur out as the random girl-who was equally as wasted as him- tugged him towards the extra bedroom with the only full sized bed in it. Everyone besides Harry was completely fine hooking up with randoms while completely wasted, but he didn’t wanna do that to Y/n and he knew it would be wrong of him when she’s a bit drunker than he is. She was a smiley mess as she held onto the wall for support looking back at Harry who kept his hand on her lower back to keep her from falling.

“Both my roommates are getting dick right now and yours is in the guest room, and what am I getting? No penis, not even a little bit! How rude mister Harry!” she put her hands on her hips and he laughed

“ ‘m sorry, can’t offer my services up when you couldn’t even remember how to spell your own name back in the taxi love. I promised snuggles and kisses as a compromise though, did I not?” he tilted his head a bit and looked down at her raising an eyebrow as he reminded her, which didn’t help her libido since first he called her ‘little girl’ and now he’s being all stern, the guy was killing her here!

“yea yea, both my roommates are in there though, who do you share a room with?”

“just Casey, so it’ll just be us in there its only a two bed one, Ryan and Tommy share the other one.”

“Yuck, I feel bad for whatever girl Tommy is about to bang. I can tell by his attitude he has a small dick and he finishes first. I bet he even has cooties!”

She was a babbling mess as he walked her down the hall to his room, sitting her on his twin bed that’s against the farthest wall right under the window.

“He probably does have cooties, here put these on I’m gonna go take a leak and change myself.”

The older man handed Y/n one of his shirts and a pair of his boxer before grabbing his own change of clothes, helping her tug her heels off before he left her to change while he relieved himself and got ready for bed himself.

When he came back she was putting her hair into a messy bun, mumbling to herself about how bad the knots are gonna be tomorrow.

“bed time, ironically the suns about to come up but lets pretend it’s still night time.” His voice was deep and slow from his sleepiness and the booze as he spoke, getting her to scoot over so she’s on the inside of the bed, back against the pillow he had leaning against the wall so she’s more comfortable and he slid in next to her laying on his side to give her the last few kisses of the night, nibbling on her bottom lip a bit before pulling away laying on his back letting her tuck herself into his side.

‘yea’- he thinks- ‘this summers gonna be fun’

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[tkstrrand]

✨Tarlos fic✨

Written for the amazing @howtosingit for the @911giftexchange😌

I hope you enjoy! This fic is tarlos enjoying all things Christmas and each other with lots of fluff! Hope you had a wonderful holiday week and enjoy this holiday gift!💗

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Title: Do all things with love.

Summary: TK is looking forward to his first Christmas with Carlos but work threatens to ruin their plans. 

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TK stirred in the bed, his arm running under the silk pillow. He could hear the faint beeping of his alarm clock from his bedside. TK flung his arm over, rapidly tapping his screen to make the noise stop. TK peeled his eyes open, squinting at the time on his phone.

5am.

He groaned, twisting in the bed as if not looking at the time would change it. TK reached his arm hoping to find the warm body he had grown used to sleeping with next to him, but the bed was empty. TK pulled himself up, looking around the room. TK frowned as he noticed Carlos wasn't there, the man had the day off so didn't need to be up early like TK.

The door to the room open and Carlos stepped in wearing grey sweats and one of TK's work hoodies, two steaming cups of coffee in his hand. "Merry Christmas," He smiled, coming to a stop by TK's side of the bed, holding out the coffee for TK to take. TK smiled back, catching Carlos's lips in his as he took the warm drink.

"Merry Christmas," TK hummed as Carlos got back in the bed, both men sat next to each other. TK wrapped his hand around the mug, the steam rising on his face. "Do I have to go to work," He groaned, wanting nothing more than to spend Christmas morning in bed with Carlos. TK sunk further into the pillow behind him, looking at Carlos with a pleading look.

Carlos gave a small laugh, reaching out to brush the bed hair from TK's forehead, "I'm afraid so tiger," He smiled, earning another groan from TK, "But hey just think, when you're finished you can come back here for dinner," Normally on Christmas, either TK or his dad would be working and by the time they got home they were too tired to do anything. This year was different, they had seen his dad Christmas Eve and were going to see Carlos's parents on Boxing day. This meant the boys got to spend Christmas day together, Carlos had the day off and TK finished at six, giving them the whole evening to have dinner and open presents.

TK gave a pleased hum, "That does sound good," TK beamed as he thought about his Christmas plans.

Carlos reached over, placing a kiss on TK's lips, TK reached up and smoothed his fingers over Carlos's cheek, "You're going to be late for work," Carlos teased, TK rolling his eyes as he pulled back, willing himself to leave the comfort of the bed.

TK got ready in record time, his logic being that quicker he got to work the quicker he would be able to get home. He stood in the living room, looking around at the Christmas decorations they had put up during the week. TK walked over to the tree, brushing his hand over one of the ball balls.

TK sat crossed-legged on the floor, holding the ball ball in his hand. He titled his head from side to side. TK held it against one tree branch, before changing it to another. Carlos laughed from behind him, "It doesn't have to be perfect you know?" He said, coming to sit next to him.

TK scrunched his brows together, scanning the tree for the perfect spot. "I'm just...taking me time," TK said while concentrating.

Carlos laughed, "I can see that." He teased.

TK felt his own smile grow as he finally placed the ball ball on a branch, leaning back on his hands to admire his work, "Hey, I haven't decorated a tree in years," TK said, looking up at the deep green tree, the dazzling tinsel wrapped around it. "I want to make sure it's perfect," TK said, even quieter. Christmas wasn't bad in New York, but it never felt...right. Someone was working or TK was struggling or sometimes both. TK wanted this to be different, they still had another week till Christmas and TK just wanted everything to be perfect.

Carlos wrapped his arm around TK's shoulder, placing a kiss on his cheek, "It is," He hummed. "Now," Carlos said, "You wanna put the star on?" He smiled.

TK laughed, taking the star from the box, standing up on this tiptoes. TK carefully the star on the large branch sticking up. He stepped back, beaming over at Carlos, "Now, its perfect," TK smiled. Carlos came to stand behind TK his chin resting on his shoulder as his hands wrapped around his body. TK turned his head to place a kiss on Carlos's cheek as the boys looked up at the tree.  

"Now you're definitely going to be late," Carlos said as he stepped into the living room, pulling TK out of the memory. TK looked over at Carlos, he had shed the jumper and was just wearing a nicely fitted grey vest and the boxers.

"This," TK said, nodding to Carlos's outfit, "Does not make it any easier to leave," Carlos laughed, coming over to where TK stood, taking his coffee and having a sip. TK too distracted by his boyfriend's gorgeous look to protest him stealing TK's coffee.

"I'll see you tonight," Carlos said, handing the coffee back to TK, giving him a final kiss before he headed back to the bedroom, "Be safe," He called. TK grabbed his jacket off the table, wrapping it around himself, before downing the still-warm coffee. TK shoved his phone and keys into his pocket for heading out the door.

TK strolled into the station, some decorations hanging from the roof. He could hear the crew talking in the kitchen, walking over to join them, "Morning everyone," TK grinned, "Merry Christmas!" He said, pouring himself another cup of coffee.

"Merry Christmas brother," Paul said, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Looking forward to your first Christmas in Texa's," Marjan asked while leaning against the counter.

"Absolutely," TK declared, turning around to lean against the counter with her.

"What you got planned?" Mateo asked.

"Well after my shift Carlos and I having dinner," He said, sipping his coffee.

"Christmas dinner with the boyfriend, things must be getting serious," Paul teased, raising his eyebrow at TK.

"Getting?" Judd laughed, "I'm surprised they ain't already married with kids," He said giving TK a playful wink. Judd walked past, TK reaching out to give him a playful shove.

"What about you guys?" TK asked.

The team stood there exchanging their plans for Christmas, most the crew had plans for the next day or had already had dinner on Christmas Eve. Being a firefighter meant plans were never easy or normal, the crew had had their Christmas dinner a week before when all of their days off managed to sync up, Owen hosting it at his house. The siren blared across the lot, the crew heading out for their first call of the day.

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TK washed his face, cleaning the shoot and ash off it. After their first call, the calls had just kept coming. Christmas was always busy, TK had lost count of the number of oven fires he had put out. He grabbed a towel wiping the water from his face, "Hey," Owen called as he walked into the bathroom, "You looking forward to your Christmas dinner tonight?" Owen asked.

TK smiled like he did every time he thought about their Christmas dinner. "Yeah, Carlos is cooking so we don't have to worry about me burning the place down," TK laughed. TK had offered to help cook but Carlos had ensured him he didn't need help. Carlos and TK brought many different skills to the relationship, cooking was not one of TK's. Carlos had been teaching TK and when they had gotten back from Owen's the night before TK had even helped Carlos prepare some of their food for the next day. TK could feel eyes on him, he glanced over at his dad who was smiling at him, "What?" He asked.

"Nothing it's just," Owen smiled again, placing his hand on TK's shoulder, "It's nice to see you so excited," Owen said. His dad gave his shoulder a squeeze before heading out of the room.

TK's phone hummed in his pocket, he brought it to his face, smiling as he saw the name flash up. "Hey," TK said, leaning against the counter, "Merry Christmas again," TK grinned.

"Merry Christmas to you too,"  Carlos said and TK could just picture the smile on his face,  "How's work been,"  He asked.

TK sighed, "Not bad, normal Christmas calls as usual," he said. "How's cooking going,"

" Very well thank you, hope you enjoy it, " Carlos said and TK could hear the man shuffling on the other end.  "You staying safe?"  Carlos asked.

TK playfully rolled his eyes, "Aren't I always?" He said, the laugh from Carlos giving him his answer.

"I need you back here in once piece,"  Carlos said.

"Did you just call to check on me?" TK sighed, causing another laugh from Carlos.

" Is that a crime? " He asked,

"Well, that depends do you get to use your handcuffs on me if it is?" TK teased, his brow raised. He heard Carlos laugh from the other end and before the cold answer the bell rang out in the station, "Saved by the bell," TK joked, starting to run towards the main lot.

"I'll speak to you later, be safe," Carlos called as TK hung up the phone.

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TK sat in the break room, glancing down at his watch, 5:00pm. He sighed, running his hand through his hair as his body ached from his last call. He just needed the next hour to go by without a call and he could get home, see Carlos.  

The door opened and Marjan walked in, coffee in hand and an icepack in the other. "Hey," She smiled, sitting opposite him, "You alright?" She asked, sliding the coffee and icepack across.

"Yeah yeah, just tired," He smiled, reaching for the icepack, "Thanks," he said, holding it to his ribs for a moment.

She nodded at him smiling. "Not long till your home with Carlos," She said, wrapping her hands around her own mug.

"If I ever finish my shift," TK said, raising his brows, "It will be a Christmas miracle if I do," He forced a smile on his face.

Marjan gave a sympathetic smile, "Perils of being a firefighter," She said.

"I never normally minded working on Christmas but," TK trailed off, thinking of Carlos at his apartment, Christmas dinner and decorations around him, TK gave shy smile, "I guess after this year I was looking forward to a quiet, normal, Christmas," After the year they had all had, TK could use a quiet Christmas with the man he loved.

"Sometimes things don't go the way we want them to," Marjan started, a soft smile on her lips, "But I'm sure whatever you guys do, as long as you're together, it will be good," She consoled.

It was true, TK should be thankful that he was getting to see Carlos at all today, "Thank you Marjan," TK said with sincerity. The bell sounded around them and TK groaned, "Like I said Christmas miracle," Marjan and TK sprang from their seats to another call

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TK slumped back into the seat of the truck, his eyes staring up at the truck roof. He couldn't bare to look down at his watch, he knew it was hours past six o'clock, there had been a several car pile-up on the highway and the crew had spent hours pulling people from cars, putting out fires and moving debris. When he had arrived at the scene he had texted Carlos that he might be little late, he just didn't predict how late that would be. The truck pulled into the lot and the crew jumped out. Tk rolled his neck, finally bringing himself to look at his watch.

11:15pm. TK cursed, shaking his head. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his dad stood there, his brows pulled together.

"I know you were looking forward to Christmas dinner son, I'm sorry," He comforted.

"It's alright,"  It wasn't  but he knew his dad felt bad even though it wasn't his fault and TK didn't want to make him feel worse. TK forced a smile on his face, pulling his gear off and placing it on the side, "Wanna get outta here, could grab a take away," he asked. Carlos would be asleep by now, he had a 5am start the next day and TK had told him if he was super late, to just go to sleep.

The falling smile and ducked head gave TK his answer before his father spoke, "I gotta finish these reports, I'm sorry," TK just nodded, heading upstairs to grab a shower.

After his shower, he threw on one of Carlos police jumpers he kept in his locker and a comfy pair of joggers. TK began to head out of the lot, pulling his phone out to leave a voicemail for Carlos. After a few rings, Carlos picked up, "Hey, I thought you'd be asleep," TK said sounding surprised.

"Wanted to speak to you after your shift," He said, it didn't sound like TK had just woken him, so why was Carlos still awake? "I heard about the accident," Carlos softly spoke.

TK slipped into his car, shaking his head again, "I'm sorry-"

"Hey, you don't need to apologise," Carlos sternly said, his voice still soft. "Comes with the job right," Carlos said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah," TK muttered, the mood around him still feeling heavy.

"Why don't you come over," Carlos said.

"I don't wanna keep you up, you've got an early shift tomorrow," TK said, knowing how important it was to get rest before a long shift, "And I've still gotta grab something to eat," He said, his stomach reminding him of how little he had eaten today. In theory, TK could eat what was supposed to be their Christmas dinner but TK wasn't sure he could handle that, the whole experience feeling like salt in the wound.

"it's fine, I've got food here," Carlos said. TK bite his lip, he didn't want to keep Carlos awake, plus TK could already tell he was going to be in a less than happy mood this evening and he didn't want to upset Carlos, "I just want to see you," Carlos said, clearly sensing TK's apprehension.

TK thought about what Marjan said, it wasn't there plan, but at least they could see each other for the 30 minutes left of Christmas day, "I'm on my way," TK smiled.

He pulled up outside the apartment, stepping out of the car and walking up to the door, knocking on it. A minute later Carlos opened it, dressed in a dark blue shirt and jeans, positioning himself in a way that blocked TK's view of inside.

"Hey," Carlos smiled.

"Hey," TK breathed. Carlos moved to the side and let TK into the house. TK stepped inside, leaning over to kiss Carlos, lingering for a moment before turning to walk further into the house.

TK froze.

The table was trimmed and set, crackers and candles in the centre. In the middle sat rows and dished of food. He felt Carlos come to stand next to him, "I know how much you were looking forward to dinner," Carlos started, "I dropped by the station earlier so see you and they said you were on a call, I asked them to let me know when you were on your way back," He said. TK blinked away the tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes, "It's still technically Christmas for another 20 minutes," He said. TK walked forward his eyes still scanning the table.

"Carlos this is..." TK gasped, dropping his bag next to him, trying to find the words that would encompass how grateful he was. He turned around to see Carlos smiling at him, "Amazing," TK said, still lost for words. Carlos walked towards the table, pulling a chair out. TK walked over taking a seat, Carlos walked over and sat across from him.

TK reached over, placing his hand on Carlos causing the man to look up at him, TK squeezed his hand, "Thank you, this means...a lot to me" he said in earnest. Carlos turned his hand over and squeezed TK's back. Both men then pulled their hands back, looking down at their food and beginning their dinner.

TK placed his napkin down, leaning back in his chair, "That was incredible," TK breathed, positive he couldn't eat another thing even though he wanted to.

"My mom's recipe," Carlos smiled.

TK leaned forward in his chair, his brow raised, "So does that mean I get to eat this again tomorrow," He asked, earning a nod from Carlos, "This really is the best Christmas," TK said, Carlos laughing from across the table. TK pushed his chair back, standing up and walking over to the Christmas tree, pulling out a wrapped present he had hidden under there, "I know it's not the 25th anymore but I thought we could still do presents," TK said. Carlos smiled, standing up from the table coming to join TK who was now sat on the sofa next to the tree. Carlos came to sit next to TK, who was holding out the present.

Carlos placed a kiss on TK's lips before taking the present and unwrapping it. TK watched as Carlos stared down at the photo frame in his hand.

TK bite his lip, fidgeting with his hands, "I remember when we went to your moms last month you said you loved that photo of you and your family," TK glanced his eyes down to the photo of a young Carlos surrounded by his family, an oak frame around the photo him, "I spoke to her and managed to get a copy," TK said, realising that he was beginning to ramble a little as he noticed Carlos's silence, "Do you like it," He tentatively asked.

Carlos looked over at TK, taking his hand in his, "TK I love it," He beamed. Carlos used his other hand to brush his thumb over his families face, that sweet soft smile on his face, "Thank you," he said, raising TK's hand to his lips to press a light kiss on them. Carlos stood up and walked over to the side table, placing the photo on there, smiling back at TK. He walked back over to the tree, leaning down to pick up a small box, coming to sit next to TK, "This is yours," He said, holding the box in his hand for a while before he held it out to TK.

TK took it, noticing that Carlos was holding his lower lip between his teeth, "You seem nervous," TK joked, holding the box in his hand. Carlos gave a small laugh, only confirming TK's suspicions, "You cooked the best Christmas dinner ever and stayed up for me, whatever this is it will be amazing," TK assured, sure that Carlos himself was the only gift TK needed. He pulled the ribbon off the top of the wrapping paper, tearing into it to reveal a small silver box, TK opened the top to reveal a key inside. TK cocked his head to the side, it looked like the key to Carlos, “A key to your place?” TK asked, he looked up to see Carlos nodding. “Don't I already have one?” TK said, not sure what he was missing.

“No you have the spare key,” Carlos clarified. He had given TK his spare key a few months ago so TK could come over late after work while Carlos was asleep. “I was thinking…” Carlos said, before stopping, running his tongue over his lips. “I was thinking you could put that one back, and have your own actual key to…" Carlos paused taking a deep breath, "Our place,” He finished.

TK looked down at the key again, then back at Carlos, his eye’s narrowed, “Our place?” TK started, his brain jumping to the conclusion he wanted it to be but not wanting to assume anything. “Are you,” TK said, clearing his throat before he continued, “Are you asking me to move in with you?” He said, his voice breathy.

Carlos smiled, biting his lip for a second before giving a simple nod, “Yeah, if you want to,” He said, trying to sound casual. TK picked the key up from the box, turning it over in his hand, before squeezing tight around it. He turned to Carlos, finding he looked blurrier, TK blinked a few times trying to clear his vision.

"Yes," He laughed, his voice full of emotion, "Yes I wanna move in with you," He grinned. TK launched forward, pulling Carlos in for a kiss, one hand on his check the other still wrapped around the key. Carlos moved his hands forward and wrapped them around TK's hips, almost pulling him into Carlos's lap. TK pulled back, his breathing heavy and his forehead resting on Carlos, "I love you so much," TK said, emotion flooding his voice.

Carlos reached out and placed his own hand on TK's cheek, "I love you too," Carlos breathed, "Merry Christmas TK," He said, lowering his hand to entwine it with TK's free one.

"Merry Christmas Carlos," TK smiled, giving Carlos another kiss. After a moment of pure contentment, the boys pulled back. Carlos shifted on the sofa, and TK moved to snuggle into his side, his head resting on his chest as Carlos's arm wrapped around his shoulder. TK looked down at the silver key on his hand, the candlelight reflecting off it. It was no longer just a silver key, it was their future, and everything they had to look forward to. TK curled tighter into Carlos side. Today had not been what he had thought it would be, in his mind the plans he had this morning would lead to the perfect Christmas, but as TK glanced down at the key in his hand and the photo on their side table TK was sure, beyond any doubt that this was the perfect Christmas.

#911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #911giftexchange

[jawabear]

Flowers (Javier Pena x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: Here is some soft Javi for you. I was inspired by a question on a game show, it was “how many florists would say that a woman should buy her man flowers” or something along those lines, and I though it would be cute to write something like that for Javi. Do you think a woman can buy her man flowers? I would 100% buy flowers for my man if I had one. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe :)

Genre: Fluff, angst

Warnings: fem!reader, Soft!Javi, departure, sad!Javi, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning 

Summary: Javi opens up about his secret love of flowers

Part 2

Javi sat at his desk, a lit cigarette smoking between his lips. He hadn’t breathed in a puff of smoke for god knows how long. He had become distracted. He had never been one for art or drawing but for some reason, he found him self sketching numerous drawings of flowers onto a scrap piece of paper. It made him feel calm, almost making him feel forgetful of everything going on.

He was taken back home to Laredo. Sitting in his back garden, watching his mother tend to her numerous flower beds. He was always amazed by the vast array of colours she had grown, like a constant rainbow right outside his bedroom window. Sometimes he would sit with her, she would explain to him each type and what makes them special. Of course, liking flowers was not seen as the most masculine thing to do, but he didn’t really care at the time. 

“Here are the files you asked for” Javi jumped when a voice floated through his office. He quickly grabbed the paper and held it under his desk. He looked up as saw it was (Y/N). A good friend of his. But, even so, maybe she wasn’t just a friend. Maybe he did feel something more for her. Not that he would ever admit that to her. He hasn’t even admitted it to himself.

She placed down the small stack of files on his desk “th-“ he cleared his throat and nodded “thanks” he said.

“What were you doing?” She asked him tilting her head cutely to the side. She leaned over his desk slightly to try and catch a glimpse of what he had been so desperate to hide.

“O-Oh, nothing” he shook his head.

“It can’t be nothing if you were so quick to hide it” she giggled making his heart flutter.

“Honestly, it’s nothing” he dismissed her words with his hands and threw the paper into the top draw of his desk before standing. He stubbed out his cigarette “want to get a drink?” He asked her.

“Uh, Yeah” she nodded with a gentle smile “sure”

“Great” he pulled his jacket off his chair and slipped it over his shoulders.

-

After a short stop at the bar, Javi decided that it would be nicer to take her to an over look ridge. It was something he had found in his first year or so down in Colombia, he was just driving and came across it by chance, it had a clear voice of the entire city, and was perfect for watching the sunset.

The sat on the surprisingly flat ground in front of his car, drinks in hand. She had complimented his choice of scenery, saying it was beautiful and calm. Looking over the city from where they were, it was hard to believe there was a horrendous drug war going on.

The conversation was here and there, mainly they were enjoying the view and each other’s company. He would occasionally look over to her, just to see the golden light of the setting sun shine over her beautiful face. She was glowing. Like an angel. He was going to miss her. He was going miss seeing her face, seeing her smile, seeing her eyes, hearing her voice. He had made a mistake in not bringing her to this overlook before. This was the first and last time.

“So now that we are really alone, what were you doing earlier?” She asked him pulling him out of his trance. He took a sip of his beer and placed it beside him.

“I was uh...” he paused for a moment, looking over to her, she was staring right back at him with those beautiful eyes “drawing...” he muttered.

“Drawing?” She asked softly, a small smile forming on her lips “you like to draw?”

“Not...not particularly. It’s just something I’ve started to do...as a way of stress relief I guess”

“What do you like to draw?” She asked as she twisted her body to face him.

“F-Flowers..”

“Flowers?” She repeated

“I know...pretty uh...”

“Adorable” She finished for him “Why flowers?”

“It was uh...when I was little, my mum used to have flowers. We would often sit and talk about them. I kind of forgot about it for the longest time. I guess just all this shit happening, I just wanted a sort of comfort. The flowers are really the only thing I have left of her...”

“What was her favourite flower?”

“She never really had one. She loved all of them. Or at least, all the ones she knew of. There was one though that she wished she could see. The Miltoniopsis vexillaria orchid. She loved orchids, but that was one she didn’t have. I’m surprised I even remember the name” he chuckled softly as he stared to the floor “They grow a lot in Colombia. Maybe that’s why I was so desperate to come down here. So I could find it. But I’ve never found one, to be honest I haven’t ever looked. I promised her I would find one for her, take it back and show her, but I never got round to it”

“There’s still time Javi” she told him gently “don’t give up yet”

“This job doesn’t allow for flower picking (Y/N)” he chuckled taking another sip of his beer, a longer sip. “God, that got fucking depressing. I’m sorry”

“No, don’t be” she shook her head to him “it’s...nice. To talk about things like that. And it’s nice to see a softer side of you” she smiled.

He looked over to her again and his heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to kiss her so bad. He could’ve. He could’ve kiss her. They were close, so close and the moment was just right. No one was around, no one could stop him.

Except himself.

He cleared his throat and looked away from him. “What time do you leave tomorrow?” He asked her. He had to remind himself of the cruel reality that it would never work between them. She was only a temporary in Colombia. She was going back to the States, he would most likely never see her again. So why try and start a relationship? He could barely hold one when he was in the same place as someone, there was no way he would last in a long distance relationship.

Her smile fell when he asked that. She had almost forgotten about that. She was so wrapped up in being with him that she couldn’t think of anything else. Her heart shattered too. She got the impression that he didn’t want her around anymore. He was distancing himself from her, trying to get rid of her. “O-Oh, early” she said quietly “my flight is at 5am. They um...wanted me back early so I could restart as soon as possible over there”

“It’s going to be strange not having you around. It’s going to be a lot more boring without you”

“Tell me about it” she chuckled “It’s fun listening to you and Steve bicker all the time. Like an old married couple”

He managed a stiff laugh and shook his head finishing off the last little bit of his beer “it’s getting pretty late” he mumbled to her “you want me to drive you home?”

“In a second” she nodded turning to look over the city from where they were sat “I just want to...remember this” she sighed happily gesturing to the sunsetting over the city below them “it’s beautiful...” As the sun set, it filled the sky with the most beautiful shades of orange, red and pink, fading effortlessly into each other. It could’ve been a painting.

Javi’s eyes were on her as he nodded “Yeah...it is” he whispered.

The drive back to her apartment was peaceful. It was only a short drive, the final time he would ever make the journey. He did the gentlemanly thing and walked her too her door, partly because he wanted to draw out the time he spent with her, making it last for as long he could.

“Have a safe journey back, okay?” He said to her.

“Yeah” she nodded “I will. Thank you Javi. For everything. For just being there for me throughout my time here”

“Of course. Thank you for making my life a little more bearable” he laughed “I’m going to miss you”

“I’m going to miss you too, Javi” she stepped forward and threw her arms around his neck. He slipped his arms around her waist holding her close to him. One of his hands snaked it’s way up her back to press lightly against the back of her head. Her nose was buried in his neck, breathing in his scent for the last time. A distinct smell of whiskey, cigarette smoke and something should could only described as him.

After a few more moments she pulled back and smiled up at him. He shifted his weight between his feet for a second before thinking “fuck it” and leaning down to press his lips against hers. It wasn’t like he was going to see her against anyway, so if it didn’t work he wouldn’t have to worry. But he knew he would.

But he didn’t have to. She lifted his hands to rest on his cheeks, he could feel her smiling against his lips which made his heart flutter. A fire erupted in his belly at how good it felt. He had never felt like that when he ever kissed someone. And sadly, it would be the first and last time he ever felt it.

She slowly pulled away from him and flicker her eyes up to his. Her teeth ran over her bottom lip to savour the taste of his lips, he did the same and pulled his arms away from her as her hands dropped from his cheeks.

It was a mistake. Maybe? She didn’t seem hurt by it, and she had smiled. That had to be a good sign. But she was leaving! How could he have been so stupid to kiss her right before she left knowing he could never do it again?

“Idiot” he thought to himself.

“If-If you’re ever back in the states or back at the DEA HQ, feel free to...to do that again” she said quietly as she fiddled with her fingers.

He nodded slowly, not really believing the series of events that had happened and were happening. “I-I will” he said “I um...I should probably go. Let you get some rest”

“Y-Yeah” she nodded “Yeah. Right. Um...w-well. Goodbye Javi”

“Bye (Y/N)” he pulled her into another hug. This one tighter and longer than the last. Now he really didn’t want her to leave.

“Take care of yourself” she whispered to him “you’re a good man Javier, even if you choose not to believe it”

He didn’t trust his words so just gave her a tight squeeze before pulling away. They exchange another soft smile before they inevitably parted ways, maybe forever.

Javi sat in his car, his forehead resting on the steering wheel as he drew in deep and shaky breaths trying to stop himself from crying. No, he wouldn’t cry. He was stronger than that. But he couldn’t deny the sadness that was swelling within him. That wonderful fire being diminished by it. It seemed the moment had too soon past. He wished he had dwelled on it longer.

He lifted his head and looked out his window, up to her apartment just in time to see she had switched the lights off. She was going to sleep. And he thought he should too. Maybe she would appear to him in his dreams. That’s what he would have to live with for now.

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The next morning, Javier didn’t feel that much better. If anything, he felt worse. She was gone. Most likely back in the states by the time he decided to pull himself out of bed and drag himself into work. But he wouldn’t enjoy it anymore. Not that he ever did. Without her there, what was the point of even trying to pretend to enjoy it? Sure, he had Steve, but in all fairness he hated the job just as much as Javi. (Y/N) was the one who kept them sane, kept things going, kept everyone happy, especially Javi. And now he had lost her.

Javi sighed as he stepped into his office. Another day of hell officially started. But he seemed to freeze when his eyes fell on his desk. There stood a tall flower. It was white and a light shade of lilac. It stood there in a pretty white pot.

He took cautious steps towards it, looking for a label or some kind of note to say who it was from, although, he already had an idea. He saw the tag that went with the flower, he read over the name and his heart fluttered Miltoniopsis vexillaria orchid it read in think black letters. He let out a sharp breath.

Javi slipped into his chair, admiring the flower from the new angle. He flipped over the label and saw her handwriting “it’s never too late” it read.

A smile crept up to his lips. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t care if anyone came in and saw. He was fucking happy. Happier then he had been in a very very long time.

Who says you can’t buy a man flowers? 

Masterlist

18/06/20

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña fanfic #narcos #fluff #angst #perdo pascal #fanfic

[briefololtragedy]

A small light in the darkness

Oneshot that popped into my head.

Pairing: Sakura x Shisui

Rating T, mentions of war and PTSD

Summary: Shisui couldn’t recognize himself anymore. What was the point anymore. After a night of poor sleep Shisui decides to go to a local coffee shop, meeting a certain pink haired student for the first time.

Word count: 1971

His heart started to race, flashes crossing his mind, he could feel the sweat starting to cover his body. Shisui shot straight up from his slumber.

“It was just a dream. Not real. I’m back home. I’m safe. My family is safe.” Shisui kept repeating to himself. He was no longer deployed, he had come back home a few months ago. Shisui was supposed to be deployed for 6 more months, but he ended up taking shrapnel to his eyes in an explosion.  Thankfully he didn’t loose his eyesight, he was told he was lucky. Shisui didn’t feel lucky, like his sight his life was blurry. Shisui had spent almost a month in the hospital following multiple surgeries. Even there some of the noises triggered memories that were not pleasant. Dr. Tsunade had seen the signs he was exhibiting and placed him into therapy.

He felt like a shell of what he used to be. Shisui couldn’t bring himself to joke, when he did he would remember the faces of the men who didn’t survive the explosion. They were all gathered around one of the fire pits they set up outside, the men had gotten letters from home. One of them was showing off pictures of his new daughter, a bright smile on his face. The solider was due to go back home in a few weeks. Instead of being hugged by his adoring wife and getting to hold his daughter for the first time, he went home in a body bag instead. No cute video to be taken of him seeing his family. Instead she would stand on the tarmac with the other wives. Dark thoughts were overtaking Shisui. He would have traded places with …Asuma, that was his name, in a heart beat.

What did Shisui have to go home to? An empty one bedroom apartment. His cousin Itachi was preparing to get married to his high school sweetheart. Shisui felt his hands begin to shake. Venturing out to his balcony he reached inside the potted plant to grab his pack of cigarettes. It was a bad habit he picked up during one of his deployments. It was still dark out, around 2am. The lighter providing a hypnotic glow as he went to light the cigarette. It burned as he inhaled the first drag, but it reminded him he was alive. As he looked around it was blurry, he forgot his fucking glasses. The blurriness of his surroundings started to take him back. The yelling, the smell of everything burning, how he couldn’t see. It was a surprise attack, no warning.

He let out a yell. Hopelessness overcame him. Before he knew it he was on the floor rocking back and forth. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Why couldn’t he do anything right. Why couldn’t he protect his men. All he wanted was to make sure his family remained safe. That his cousin didn’t have to worry, he deserved to live a life with his loving sweetheart as his younger brother tried to best him. He didn’t want anyone to suffer, he would take all the suffering if it meant others could be happy.

Shisui had to take calming breaths. His heart rate was slowing down. The shaking slowing down. He still could feel the unexplained worry. Was Itachi alright? Shisui grabbed his phone looking at the last message Itachi sent.

‘Just got home from the office. Izumi is making dinner. She says I can’t have any more sweets before the wedding. Stay safe and don’t forget your therapy appointment in the morning.’

Itachi was safe. He was where he is supposed to be. Shisui looked at the time, it was almost 5am. His attack took 3 hours from him. It wasn’t the longest attack, but also not the shortest he has had. Shisui decided to change into sweatpants, a simple T-shirt, and his running shoes. He hoped a run would help clear his mind.

10 miles. Shisui had run 10 miles. His legs ached, his chest was tight, but it was a good feeling. The tingling of his muscles was a welcome feel. He felt more in control of his body. Jumping into the shower to get ready for the day it was like washing some of the memories away. He knew he couldn’t wash them away for good, but even a few moments would suffice. Brushing his teeth he cleaned the mirror and looked at his reflection. He could barely recognize the person staring back at him. He felt older than 33, he could see his scares around his eyes, so faint, but a reminder of his failures. ‘Don’t go there Shisui, don’t ruin your work this morning.’

After getting dressed Shisui looked at the time it was almost 8. He had plenty of time to get some coffee before his therapy session. It had been a while since he last sat in a coffee shop drinking a cup of coffee, watching people hustle and bustle with the start of their day. Mind made up he grabbed his keys and headed out.

Leaf Coffee and Tea was a local shop Downtown, close to his apartment and his therapist’s office wasn’t too far either. Ordering a simple black coffee Shisui settled down into the worn leather chairs by the large windows. He was able to see the pedestrians walking down the street along with everyone in the shop. Men and women in suits came in ordered their drinks and then looked impatient as they waited for their orders. Feet tapping on the floor and occasionally glancing at their watches. He heard a bunch of giggling high school students at one of the large tables in the center of the coffee shop. It was hilarious to see some of the college students glare at the group as they studied.

Shisui reclined his head back, taking a moment to close his eyes and take everything in. The noises around him were almost comforting. He could hear odd bits of conversations. Then he felt it. A pressure on his shoulder. He jolted up, on high alert.

“Excuse me sir. I didn’t mean to startle you. Is there anyone sitting in this chair?” The voice was soft. He looked to his right and paused. The sight before him was familiar for some reason. He had gotten use to the desert that surrounded him, the lack of color. However, it seemed there was no lack of color with the person standing before him. She had navy stockings on, a grey skirt that came mid thigh, her blouse was a dark forest green. But it wasn’t her outfit that packed the color punch, but the girl herself. Her eyes could put a forest to shame with how green they were. Did trees weep, jealous of the emerald color. Her hair was gathered in a braid it looked like, but he had no clue what type, small pieces framed her face, he wondered if she dyed it that pink. When he went to look at her face again and noticed the pink eyebrows and eyelashes he had no doubt her color was natural. She looked like a nature spirt walking around disguised as a person.

“Uh… sorry I didn’t catch that.” Shisui felt like he wanted to kick himself.

“I wanted to know if this seat was taken. There are no more open places to sit. Are you waiting for anyone?” She didn’t look annoyed. She had removed her hand from his shoulder. He then noticed that she carried her own cup of coffee, but also a really heavy looking book.

“No. I’m not saving the seat, please sit down.” She moved like a ballerina, so graceful. Graceful until she flopped herself in the seat.

“Thanks! I got here later than I expected and my usual seat was gone. This coffee shop tends to get pretty busy. I blame my idiot roommate, she silenced my alarm, said I needed to stop studying for a moment. I adore her like a sister, but we have different priorities….” She kept talking and then trialed off.

 “I’m so sorry! I started to ramble, don’t mind me sir.” A blush spread across her cheeks. Good she looked so young, maybe late teens early twenties. He felt like a perv.

 “No problem, it’s nice to have some company. “ Smooth, very smooth. She relaxed at his words. Shisui hadn’t felt this relaxed in…well he couldn’t remember when.

 “Did you just move to the area? I haven’t seen you here before.” She didn’t look up from her textbook as she spoke.

 “No I’ve lived here for some time. This coffee place is new to me. I haven’t been here before. “ his coffee was almost gone as he looked into his cup. He wanted to savor these last few sips and the company he was with. Here he was just a man, talking to a woman (hoping she was closer to the early twenties mark).  

 Before she could ask more questions he spoke. “What are you studying for? That is quite the book you got.” Man could he sound more like an old man.

 “Oh this is just a review book. I’m in my last year of medical school and have to take test before applying to residency. I like to come here and study for a change of scenery.”  She started to pull out a bag full of highlighters, pens, and post its. How could one person need so many pens.

 He didn’t know how to respond. His people skills were getting to almost Sasuke level bad it seemed. He could hear a ringing and then realized it was his phone.

 “Hey Itachi. Yes I’m fine, I went to get coffee this morning. Yes I won’t forget. I have 30 minutes before I have to be there. Who died and made you my mother?” God why was Itachi such a mother hen! Well Shisui knew why and appreciated it most of the time. In all honesty he almost forgot he had a therapy session soon.

 “Yes I can come over for dinner tonight. Do you need me to bring anything? Got it. “ Shisui realized that the woman’s eyes were on him.

 “Sorry about that. That was my cousin. I should probably get going soon.” He looked at his coffee, it was empty. Disappointment filling his cup instead of coffee.

 “Your cousin Itachi, he wouldn’t happen to have a brother named Sasuke would he? “ Don’t freak out Shisui, don’t freak out. She doesn’t look like a stalker.

 “Yes he has a younger brother named Sasuke.” His voice was full of apprehension.

 “Oh my! You must be Shisui! I have been friends with Sasuke since college, well more like Naruto initially dragged him to all of our group gatherings. “ She knew Sasuke and was friends with him, yep he felt like a pervert. However, that meant she was more around 25 and not as young as she appeared.

 “I should let you go to your meeting. I’m Sakura by the way.” She held her hand out. His heart started to race again, but this time it wasn’t surrounding unpleasant flashbacks, but nerves. God his hands were sweaty. The moment their hands touched, everything melted away.

 “ I guess that means I’ll be seeing you around.” Shisui had hope for the first time surfacing. A small light was starting to break through all of the darkness.

 As Shisui walked out of the shop he couldn’t help but look back. She was sitting with her legs folded under her engrossed in her studies. The way to his therapists office wasn’t the heavy march it has been in the past. Maybe he could see if Itachi and Izumi would have Sasuke and his friends join for one of their dinners.

#shisui uchiha #shisui x sakura #Sakura Haruno #medstudentSakura #PTSD #onsehot #naruto #fanfic

[ffxv-chocoheadcanons]

Happy Birthday Love

PolyChocobros x Reader

Reader: Genderless (i think i did well keeping it vauge)

Words: 1,562

this is kinda small i know, but im not in the best mood, not to mention this was kinda something personal that i needed a pick me up for my own birthday today. hopefully you guys enjoy and its not a train wreck.

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Everything hurt, from head to toe. Sitting in your car in the parking garage you didn't want to move as you stared at the grey bricks of the building. Today just sucked ass, today was your birthday, just wanted to have a day off to stay at home in bed with your lovers. You tried to request the vacation day you have been saving up for months for this one day but your boss rejected it saying they needed you no matter what.

That morning you had to wake up much more early than normal as your coworker took a sick day and someone was needed in the office. Waking up curled in the arms of your lovers in the bed was so warm and welcoming you just wanted to skip and risk being fired. Yet you needed to make some money and do a job. Forcing yourself to leave the bed you almost fell as Prompto moved his leg trapping your foot nearly falling face first off the bed. With an annoyed huff you took your shower. The world wanted you to suffer this morning as the hot water seemed to not be working at all in the middle of your shower. It was nice and steamy before the icy grip of Shiva hit your back made you yelp out in shock almost slipping and falling. 

Getting out early you got dressed ignoring the voices of the others asking what happened as the sound you made woke them up. “y/n” a softer voice said pausing you in getting your clothes on as they placed a hand on your shoulder brushing hair out of our face as the wet strands clung to your face. “What are you doing with this early love?” Ignis asked in a more groggy deeper tone then normal as he was still very tired himself. Ignis woke early but not this early in the morning around 5am he normally was up around 6:30 am drinking coffee watching reading the news with soft music. Looking at him you sighed. “I need to get to work, they needed me early today” “I thought you took the day off” another much more deeper voice asked. Gladio sat up in bed, his hair a mess as he pushed some of it back with his large hand giving a yawn. “I..i tried but they need me, Jane took a sick day so.. They needed me to fill in her spot” Gladio made an annoyed sound as he shifted in the bed as Prompto and Noctis curled up into him as they lost the warmth of you and Ignis in the bed sleeping like rocks. 

Ignis moved to place a kiss on your cheek before pulling away placing his hands on your jawline. “Love, why are you cold?” “ah, right almost forgot about that. I think the water heater is broken. The water was freezing cold” ''Going to have to call in to get it fixed then” Gladio mumbled as he was slowly drifting back asleep. The room had the soft glow from the lamp in the corner. You noticed Gladios head drip down. “Gladio, go back to sleep, Ignis you too” you said as you reached for your shift slipping it over your head. “Let me make you some coffee before you go, something to eat” Ignis insisted. Looking at the clock on the side of the bed you noticed the time and shook your head. “I can’t i need to get going, but when I come home I would love a cup” with a warm smile you placed a kiss on his lips before telling them you love them with a mumble from Ignis and gladio telling you happy birthday and they love you as well. Heading out of the room to get your shoes on. You had to hunt for your keys before rushing out the door to the parking garage to get your car. 

Normally this early in the morning not many people would be out and about but traffic was annoying as everyone seemed to be taking their time. Stopping at a small place to get something to eat and a coffee you didn't touch it till you got towork clocking in and getting to work. The world just wanted you to suffer, your drink was the wrong one and the food was as hard as a rock making you groan at your desk. 

The whole day was filled with annoying complaining consumers and your boss being irritated that day. Fellow employees as well seemed to throw more work on you that day as well. Around lunch you sat there and reached for your wallet to head out to buy something just to make sure you had the cash for it. You noticed that you left it on the dresser in the bedroom making you groan and thud your head into the desk. 

The day seemed to drag on more and more. You hoped for a text from Prompto or Noctis, but nothing came up even when you sent them a few more messages. Frowning at your phone you felt tears starting to well up in your eyes. Thinking back on all the years of life you never had a good birthday till you got in a relationship with the four of them. You were always forgotten, or ignored, everyone just never remembered it till you mentioned it or reminded people. Your father seemed to forget about it even doing other things on that day seeming to cast you out. Your mother would try to remember but she was ill. 

Family never talked to you anymore maybe from fear of you, or maybe just forgetting about you existing. Scrolling on social media you didn't find anything other than good pictures of food making your stomach growl out in anger. Sending a text message to Gladio and Ignis to ask them to bring your wallet none of them replied as well making the frown on your face deepen more. The tears did start to spill wondering if they were too busy in the citadel.

Turning off your phone you put it away going back to work. It was a long and annoying workday, not to mention having to stay a few extra hours longer. When you were finally able to leave for the night you turned your phone back on for the time. The phone came to life with a few messages from Ignis asking if you are coming home soon. With a quick reply you felt exhausted, your eyes sore from having to mute yourself on the phone with people yelling at you and breaking down because of it. You left heading back home in the traffic. 

Still sitting in the car you considered just driving around and maybe just zoning out, but your wallet was still upstairs in the bedroom. With a huff you got out heading up, opening the door you walked in but yelped in surprise as someone crashed into you.

Confused, you locked up letting whoever it was hug you, not fully registering everything as the house was filled with noise and more people. Standing stiff and still you looked around. Balloons taped to the wall and on the ground with a happy birthday banner on the wall. Ignis stood there with a smile on his face and an apron on with Gladio next to him. Looking down at who was hugging you, your face held a warm smile placing a hand on Iris' head. In The room stood Prompto and Noctis, even his father was there and Clarus and Cor. blinking you took it all in as they smiled at you before it all hit at once. 

For one birthday people actually remembered it making you start to break down and cry moving a hand over your face trying to hide it some. “y/n?” Prompto questioned moving closer before he noticed the tears and pulled you close for a hug asking if you are alright. It took you a moment of crying before you calmed down. They moved you to the couch to sit down everyone having a worried look before you were finally able to even form a word. 

Your voice was shaky as you used it. “S-sorry… i um… never had this happen” you admitted looking around the room at the decoration, the smell of food in the house. “What do you mean never had this happen?” Regis asked from his spot leaning forward. It was weird to see him outside of his normal clothing in the citadel and in casual citizen clothing. “My birthday.. Never really had anyone kinda, remember or well celebrate it” 

The room was quiet as everyone shared small glances as tears started to fall again. Gladio reached over pulling you into a strong hug. “Well… you have us and we are going to every year no matter what y/n” Gladio said kissing the top of your head. You couldn't help but break down into a mess again but this time it was with a laugh rubbing your eyes trying to be happy. For once this was a happy birthday with everyone close to you and with love. For once… it wasn't forgotten, it was remembered. For once, you didn't dread this day, for once you looked forward to it excited for once.

#xreader #ffxv #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #Noctis Lucis Caelum #regis lucis caelum #clarus amicitia #prompto argentum #iris amicitia #reader #birthday #feels #this was something i need cause i am a mess

[darknessisafriend]

Please don’t leave me

@wtfanny requested Hiiii you are such a great writer!! Could you please do one where Arthur and Reader have a heated argument and Arthur is in is Joker persona so he acts like the asshole he can be sometimes and they break up. Back to himself Arthur the sweet boy, goes after her. Some angst, fluff and smut if you feel like it, thankkk youuuuuuuuuu :)

Thank you so much for your request I hope you’ll like it ^^

Please don’t leave me

You had been pacing back and forth the whole night, drinking cups of coffees to keep you awake. He was supposed to be back a long time ago, you had no way to contact him; so you kept the TV on in case they would be talking about him but nothing. At some point you curved into a ball in the sofa, wrapped in one of Arthur’s cardigan, crying; out of emotional exhaustion you started to doze off, struggling not to fall asleep, until you finally heard the familiar click of the door lock, you jumped out of the sofa, all exhaustion gone.

As your eyes landed on him, you realized he wasn’t hurt or anything, why was he so late then? what he just took a little trip through the city while you were dead worried for him!?

“Arthur where were you!? I was dead worried for you!” you scolded, resisting the need to hug him you crossed your arms over your chest, it was 5am now, you thought something bad had happened to him.  

“Calm down, I’m here, now am I?” he replied annoyed, making a calming gesture with his hands. You frowned, that’s all he had to say!?

“What?! No that’s not what we agreed for, you promised me you’d always be back before 2am…”

“Well, if I wanted a mom, I wouldn’t have killed her!” he cut you off harshly, he was he being such a dick today!? You wondered starting to get really angry.

“I was worried for you Arthur! I waited for you all night! I thought that you got arrested or even killed!” you replied furiously; he chuckled, taking a cigarette.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not stupid…” he muttered almost mockingly lightning his cigarette.

“That’s all you have to say? Arthur you told me you’d be back ! we’re supposed to have some time together! I miss you…” you pleaded, sad that he didn’t his promise.

“Just shut it ok!? I didn’t come back here to hear you complain!” he shouted at you not letting you finish your sentence. Your mouth opened, shocked by his attitude towards you.

“Yeah cause you’re just coming back to have someone taking care of you, wait…or is it just to fuck when YOU decide it!” you yelled on the same tone, there was few seconds of silence.

“Maybe…” he confessed in a low voice, finally making eye contact with you. You blink away tears that threaten to come out, you didn’t mean what you said, you had wanted him to finally react or even apologize but no had agreed.

“Then, there’s no reason for me to stay here.” You don’t want to listen to him anymore, you walk away taking your backpack, to pack up your things.

“Leave I don’t care I can have all the girls I want.” You clenched your jaw, no you will not reply to this; you take the minimal, you’ll come back to take the rest when he’s not there. As you come out of the bedroom, he’s still at the entrance he didn’t move, he’s smoking like nothing is happening, this makes your blood boil. You stop right in front of him, taking off Arthur’s cardigan,

“You can give it to your girls.” You sneered, your voice trembling, throwing the clothe at him, he catches it with one hand not even glancing at it or at you.

You get out, slamming the door shut, letting tears run freely, once the doors of the elevator shut, you collapsed on the floor, you sobbed, hugging your knees close to your chest. You never thought this would happen, he had always been so different as Joker but never he had been this rude to you. You guessed he was completely embracing his Joker persona now and Arthur was becoming an old memory for him.

As you got out in the streets you looked around, you didn’t know where to go, you had nowhere to go, no family or friends anymore.

Joker’s side

As if his night hadn’t been shitty enough, he had to deal with your emotional outbursts or whatever. He sighed in annoyance, taking a long drag of his cigarette, he went to lay down on the sofa, he was tired, he was going to have some sleep first; and within a few seconds he was sleeping.

He woke up several hours later, the sun was already high in sky, it was maybe 2 or 3 in the afternoon; he passed a hand on his face and looked around. He suddenly realized how everything was silent, the place felt empty for some reason. He needed to clear his head, so he went to take off his makeup, he took off his shirt and jacket, shirtless as he started to wipe off his face the paint.

“Why was she so pissed off? I don’t get it.” He started to mutter, talking to himself. His hand movements becoming harsher with frustration.

“I have things to do, I can’t just leave and say, ‘sorry my girl told me to come home before 2’…right?” he continued, then paused as he thought deeply.

“Or maybe I should have sent a message or someone to tell her?” he continued his makeup now completely off, he went over the sink and splashed cold water on his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, why couldn’t he stop thinking about it!? He goes to the closet to change clothes.

“Now where’s my card…” he froze and remember you had thrown it at his face, so he goes to the living room, it lies on the floor, he bends to take it, the clothe is still warm; he remembers when he had entered the flat you were wearing it, he buried his face in it, closing his eyes, smelling your scent mixed with his, a happy smile formed on his lips, he could feel your arms wrapped around his body, your warm lips on his cool forehead.

“It’s nice…” he hummed, opening his eyes to look at you. But you weren’t there, the place felt suddenly dark and cold. So you really left? He wondered worry growing in his chest. The harsh words he had told you came back to his mind.

“Oh no what have I done?!” he exclaimed, taking his head in his hands, realization hitting him hard, he had lost you and it was his fault.

“I’m so stupid!” he started to hit his forehead with his fist “My fault! Why can’t you just…!” he collapsed on the floor crying, a laughter quickly coming, it hurt but he deserved it, he thought, he finally had someone who loved him, but he pushed you away, no it couldn’t happen, he had to get you back! Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on calming his erratic breathing. When it had finally calmed, he stood up, putting his cardigan on, taking his coat and shoes.

“I’m going to find you, even if I have to burn down the whole city.”

Your POV

You aimlessly stirred your spoon into your hot chocolate. You had stopped at the coffee near Pogo’s where you and Arthur often ended up after his show. You had stayed there the whole afternoon, still not knowing where to go, and it was getting dark outside, maybe you could find some cheap hotel, otherwise you’ll sleep in the streets and you were pretty sure this option wouldn’t end well. You swallowed down, not wanting to cry again. You heard the bell of the café loudly ring, the door hitting a table, you didn’t bother looking up probably someone in the hurry.

“Y/N thank god you’re here!” you instantly recognized Arthur’s voice, you turned your head in the opposite direction, you didn’t have the strength to look at him right now. From the corner of your eyes you saw him sit in front of you.

“Y/N I’m sorry, I…” he started, posing his hand on yours, at the contact you quickly moved yours away as if it had burned you, he retracted his hands, fidgeting his fingers, he looked down. You recognized this was Arthur’s behavior.

“I don’t want your apology” you shot, taking a deep breath, as you glanced at him. He was bouncing his legs, he quickly passed a hand through his hair.

“I let you down…Y/N I fucked up…” he started to explain, in a low voice, you laughed.

“You fucked up? You insulted me back there Arthur! I always accepted who you were, and even when you…changed I supported you, I was there for you! Accepting that you spend the evening and part of the night out, doing whatever you wanted to do! For once I tell you that I was worried for you, that I missed your presence and all I get back is a ‘shut it and be a nice girl’! Do you have any idea how much you hurt me?” you exploded, angrily wiping tears that had started to fall.

Arthur had listened to you, his heart was racing, you were right, how could you ever forgive him? He felt tears coming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N, for everything thing I did…you don’t deserve it…” he was crying now, but he had to continue and tell you the truth “I don’t deserve you…you’ve…always been so kind to me…you…you could have let me down when….when I became J…” he started to laugh, his laughter attack hitting hard, people turning their heads to look at him, he tried to breath, there was so many things he wanted to tell you “I…I am…nothing witho…you! I…I always…come back…alive…for you…” he articulated between his ragged breath and laughs.

You furrowed, touched by his words, how he was trying to explain himself even during his laughter attack, you want to close the gap, between the two of you so you can soothe him, but you don’t want to get hurt, what if he started again tomorrow? He suddenly got up to collapse on his knees in front of you, grabbing the fabric of your pants.

“I’m so…sorry! Please…please…for…forgive me!” his forehead was on your thigh, his tears soaking your pants “I’m…so…sorry…please…ple..please…don’t…don’t leave me” he was being sincere, you could feel it, how could you stay mad at Arthur? he needed you and it seems Joker too…

You reached out for him cradling his head, caressing the back of his head, kissing his hair.

“I’m here Artie, I’m here now…” you soothed him, resting your forehead against the top of his head, whispering calming words to him. After a few minutes, his laugh had disappeared, his breathing and tears calmed. You cupped his face to meet his eyes, wiping away a tear rolling on his cheek with your thumb. He looked at you with hope.

“I forgive you Arthur…but it will take time for me heal this.” You told him softly, he nodded eagerly and kissed your palm.

“I’m going to make it up to you Y/N, I promise, every day until you want me in your arms again.” He vowed looking at you in the eyes “For the coming week I’ll stay by your side, I won’t leave and…and after this, I will respect our agreement, and contact you if I can’t make it! I promise if I fail you again then it’s because I don’t deserve you!” he added with determination, you couldn’t help the release a smile, moved by his words.

“Then let’s go home” you answered softly, tenderly kissing his lips, he closed his eyes and his hands encircled your waist, relieved that you still wanted him.

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Hopefully you are still taking requests, I've been too scared to send one in. I'm sorry if this is a bit vague. I love your work💞 Can I request a smutty imagine where y/n teases dewdrop by flirting with the other ghouls just to see how angry she can get him and she ends up in deep trouble with him?

Hello, sweetheart! Firstly - thank you so much for the kind words! And secondly - im so glad you got the "courage" to ask, haha. Filth is on the way! I hope you like it 🖤

Jealous Dew x Reader one-shot (WARNING!!! HELLA NSFW, 18+)

Dew's POV 

"Oh, darn it!" Rain scoffed as he saw how one of his striped balls hit the corner of the pocket, but not getting in. "Hell yeah!" I jumped happily, going near the pool table and looking at the balls' position. We loved playing pool, especially after big rituals like tonight's. That was like a routine for us. Well the ghouls mostly - The ghoulettes had their own way of relaxing, and Cardinal always prefered binge-watching "Friends" instead of having fun with us. Sometimes it fel like he was Nihil's lost son - I can't say Copia was boring, but he was quite introverted at times.

"Don't get too upset, Rain. Maybe Mr. "Pay back time" will fail. You have luck you're not playing with me" Aether teased me as I smirked, pointing with the pool stick at him "I can take all of you!". "Everyone knows that, slut!" Swiss called out from the back as he drank his beer. I rolled my eyes, due to their laughter, and tried to ignore it. After that I bent over the table, position myself to hit the white ball in front of me when I heard the door opening... Just before I was about to hit it, my eyes focused on a very particular feminine figure... Y/N. What the fuck was she doing here?!

Y/N POV

It was the night after a ritual, which automatically meant no sleeping for any of us! Well, at least Papa's witches. Why? Because our rooms were one wall apart from the Ghoul's playroom. All of us hated that - including Cumuls and Cirrus, who prefered a ladies night with us and the Sisters of sin. The Ghouls were just too loud. Especially when there was alcohol in the whole picture and tonight... Tonight there was a lot!

I looked around the sleeping girls, tossing myself again and sighed. I couldn't fall asleep, Swiss' voice was keeping me awake as well Dew's loud banging on the pool table, so I just decided to get up, put on my black lacy dress and go see what the boys were doing. Maybe even asking them to keep it a little bit more quiet. Some of us had a morning praise at 5am! And besides... I wouldn't mind seeing them. Since all of us were friends and there was no "I'm superior" barreier between us.

I walked out of the room, feeling how the slight wind was touching my skin as I grabbed the playroom's lock. Before I pushed it, I heard Swiss' voice calling someone "slut". My mind automatically connected that with Dewdrop as I smirked and let my filthy thoughts invade my brain.

As I entered the room, all of the boys turned to me. They looked shocked. Especially Rain who I could tell even felt emberassed by my look. The lacy black dress was thin enough to cover my whole body, but it was also a little bit transparent. "Weren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Mountain asked, before taking a sip from his drink and then offering me some. I refused of course and responded sarcastically "Well we all were, but some smartass decided to put your playroom next to our bedroom. Do the math". "I told you guys" Aether pointed out as I felt Dew's eyes scanning every bit of my body. He was in the middle of a shot I can tell, by his position, but he obviously gave up doing it. He stood up, leaning against the stick and growled "So what? It's not like you listen to it every night". I chuckled at his response and sat next to Swiss, who was half-laying on the red couch next to the pool table. His hand was put on the backrest as he looked over me and raised an eyebrow "So noise brings you here? It's not something or someone else?" I heard the boys' "oohs" as I smirked at him, bitting my lip and shrugged. "You never know" - I said seductively before turning my head towards Dew. His eyes were burning with... Anger? Also I wouldn’t want to be the stick he was holding. The ghoul's grip around it was almost enough to break it in half. I could tell my his knuckles, turning white. 'Or maybe I'd like to be' my mind whispered to myself. "Won't you finish the shot?" I asked, raising my eyebrow as Aether laughed "Yeah, man. I'm getting sleepy". Dewdrop rolled his eyes, positioning himself again. His swift body movements were enchanting. 

Finally the white ball hit the red one in front of it, but no luck. "Ooh, so close dude!" Mountain pointed out as Dew sighed. 'Do it! Come on!' my mind encoureged me to do the thing I've been thinking about since the moment I entered the room. I knew that it wouldn't end well, one way or another, but I couldn't care less at this point. I got up from my seat, looking at Rain who was obviously confused on how to move on with the position of the balls on the table. Before becoming part of the Church actually, I really enjoyed gaming nights with my friends - doesnt matter what type of game we'd play. I always enjoyed them. "Need help?" I smirked at the Water ghoul who shurgged his arms and gave me the stick. "That's not by the rules!" Dew's voice filled the room. I could feel he was getting angry. I raised my eyebrow and asked seductivly, before taking Rain's stick  - "And since when do YOU play by the rules?". After those words I heard another set of "oohs" before, bending over in front of Rain. I could deffinitely tell he wasn't feeling the most comfortable in that position, since my butt was touching his front, for which I felt kinda bad, but I was enjoying every bit of it since Dewdrop's anger was growing. "Have you been working out lately?" Swiss joked as I turned to him chuckling and winked back at him, answering his joke with my own "Wanna find out?".

We actually stayed in the room for almost another hour of jokes and laughter, before Aether got in charge and as being the most responisble one of the group asked us all to go to bed. I wouldn't have refused anyway, I was tired. "Yeah, I'll see you guys tomorrow" I whispered yawning, as we all started walking out of the room, before feeling someone's hand gripping my waist and preventing me from escaping. I quickly turned around before hearing the door closing behind me, as Dew stared into my eyes. " 'Wanna find out!?' Seriously!?" he hissed against my lips before crushing his onto mine. His fingers found their way into my hair as he gripped it, which caused my head to tilt back slightly, exposing my neck to him. "Are you jealous?" I teased. "Am I jealous?! I'm fucking furious, Y/N! Do you not remember the time backstage? Or the 'please don't tell Imperator about this' situation in her office?! I'm gonna make you pay, girly!" Dewdrop whispered against my ear as I felt my kneese getting weaker, with every touch he made over my body. Next to the other ghouls, he was indeed shorter, but I wasn't them. Dew was almost a head above me. His teeth found his way to my most senstive part on my neck and bit it gently, before sucking it harder. I gasped by his action, before whimpering "Fuck yes...". He wasn't even trying to be gentle at this point and every part of my body loved that! His fingers made their way to my lady parts, feeling the wetness over them as he whispered "So you'd let Swiss try this out, but not me? Wrong...". After those words I felt how his index entered me, followed by his middle finger. I didn't even have time to react i just grabbed his shoulders and moaned, as he moved them faster and faster. "Did you like bending over Rain?" he groaned against my neck, before sucking on the same spot as before. This time i felt a small wave of pain, which made me whimper. "Answer me! Did.. You... Like it?!" Dew's voice was filled with sexual rage. "Yes!" I cried out as I opened my eyes and saw him smirking, before saying "Let's see how you'd like this then". His fingers quickly escaped my body as I sealed my lips with his own, as I felt himleading me towards the pool table. His tongue was fighting for dominance in my mouth and I gladly gave him what it wanted.

After that breathtaking kiss Dew spun me around, so I was in the same position as with Rain. My heart was going to explode in my chest, my pulse was pumping so hard I felt like fainting from all the adrenaline. Before I could make up my mind I heard a belt, being unbuckled, and soon after that a firm smack on my bare butt. Dew came once again next to my ear and whispered "I'll make you regret every single thing you did that night". After those words I felt a sweet pain rushing through my body, causing me to moan loudly. He made a few thrust inside as i grabbed the wooden side of the pool table. His hand found its way in my hair once again, before gripping it tightly and pulling my body next to his. "Dew..." I moaned louder as his other hand grabbed my neck and squeezed it gently. "Yes, Y/N?" he whispered breathless into my ear, before bitting my neck again. His movements were becoming even faster as I felt that the end of both of us was close. "Tell me how much you love this... Say it!" his voice filled the room as I shouted, panting "I love it how you fuck me! Dew... Im... Please...". Few more thrust were made into me, as I felt the pleasure building inside my lower stomach. Dew then kissed my lips roughly before bitting the lower one and whispered "Come... Now!". I was more than happy to release the pleasurable tension inside me as my voice filled the room. His grip also let go of me as I heard my name escaping his mouth before feeling one final thrust. After that there was just mine and his unstable, deep breathing... Nothing more, nothing less. We were both a sweaty, aroused mess at this point and it never felt better!

Soon after I was able to come back to reality I felt his lips brushing against my bare shoulder. This time it was tender, gentle and sensual. It had nothing to do with what just happened. "Y/N... Stop driving me crazy like this. Not that I don't like it, but... I was about to beat the shit out of both Rain and Swiss" he whispered as I chuckled and turned my head to him, kissing him gently, before whispering back "My dorky firecracker..."  

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