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povlnfour · 4 months
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ TALES OF CANDOR (LN4)
pairing: lando norris x f!author!reader
summary: lando’s girlfriend has a secret identity. she’s not quite the girl next door everyone assumed, and he might just be the inspiration for more than just her instagram captions.
warnings: some hate comments
* faceclaim: mélanie, aka wailcester on ig (please imagine her as you see fit)
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landonorris some days @ home
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user i hope ur enjoying ur time off!
user no hate but like what does his gf actually do?
user literally nothing she’s jobless💀
user it’s giving🏅👷‍♀️
user lando i love u but half naked pics of ur girl isn’t helping how much we dislike her…
user what’s she reading!!!
yourusername a thousand splendid suns by khaled hosseini!!
user ofc u are. i totally believe u acc read well written books. u probably just read gossip columns but want to seem interesting🙄
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musingsofcandor biscuit approves of the final draft🤍
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user HELLO??? CANDOR DOES THIS MEAN WE R GETTING A NEW BOOK
user i love that we know more abt candy’s cat than we do her…
user can’t wait to read it🥹🥹
rickriordan has to be my favorite thing you’ve written!
user RICK’S READ IT??? OH YOU KNOW ITS GOOD
user lando norris in the likes he’s just like all of us fr
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yourusername ‘when she finally got the camera film developed, seeing his face made it all come rushing back’🦋🫧🧚🏻
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user im sorry i know we r meant to be supportive but she annoys me sm. is she just living off of lando’s money?
user omg the caption!!!
user i recognise it, where’s it from?
user it’s from ‘tales of peter rourke’ by candor!!!
user 🤢
user we get it… ur dating someone rich. now get a job!
ੈ✩‧₊˚ mclaren interview
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interviewer: what have you been up to in your break?
lando: a lot of lounging around with my girlfriend. read a few books too!
interviewer: anything good?
lando: i’m really into magical reality at the moment! that kind of it’s all normal till it’s not stuff, you know?
interviewer: any good recommendations?
lando: if you like that same genre, i recommend ‘the right side of upside’ by candor! it’s pretty recent, i finished it last week.]
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user he likes candor??? he’s so real for that
user KNEW I COULD TRUST HIM
user bad taste in women good taste in books
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musingsofcandor thank you for all the love lately on ‘the right side of upside’. insane seeing so many of you recommend it, biscuit and i are eternally grateful. love, candy🤍
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user QUEEN DID YOU SEE LANDO RECOMMENDED IT
user CANDY HAS A MAN???
user love u forever ur so talented
user CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU DO NEXT. CANT BELIEVE WE HAVE TO WAIT NOW
musingsofcandor it might be sooner than you think ;)
user UM. candor is this a soft launch?????
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landonorris got some super helpful race advice today
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user OH MY GOD MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING
user LANDO WE NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING IS SHE CUTE I FEEL LIKE SHES CUTE
user break up w ur gf and date candor when
musingsofcandor biscuit says he can’t be held responsible for the outcome🐾
landonorris can i hold you responsible instead, candy?
user UHHHH WHATS GOING ON HERE
user i just know y/n is feeling THREATENED
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yourusername all mine
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user LMAOOO U STARTED SWEATING HUH
user candor could steal ur man if she really wanted to
user GIRL YOU’RE SO OBVIOUS
landonorris yours🖤
user STOP LYINGGGG
ੈ✩‧₊˚ an exclusive interview with candor : entertainment weekly
interviewer: so candor! tell us how it really feels having the world at your feet!
candor: [laughing] honestly quite normal! it’s a blessing and a curse, really, not having my identity revealed. i get to live my life without those pressures, but i don’t get to see anyone and thank them for reading!
interviewer: do you ever get the urge to approach someone reading one of your books?
candor: all the time! whenever i go browsing in book stores and see someone looking at or buying mine, i have such a temptation to scream THANK YOU at them!
interviewer: do you see a future in which you reveal your identity?
candor: maybe! there are a few of my fans who know who i am, those who attend the secret events and signings, but i’m very lucky that they all respect my privacy and haven’t shared anything further. perhaps one day soon i’ll finally let everyone in on the secret.
interviewer: and we can’t talk to you and not bring up your cat — or rather, who your cat met the other day…?
candor: oh! i’m assuming you mean lando norris? yes! he’s a pretty good friend of mine, he’s been a big support over the last few years and we found some time in our schedules last week to meet up.
interviewer: so you’re a formula 1 fan?
candor: huge fan! i’m a big mclaren girl so lando and i met through their events!
interviewer: oh fantastic! see folks reading this, she really is just like us!
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yourusername cars going vroom vroom makes my heart go boom boom
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user lmao posting before and after candor’s interview. girl ur not subtle.
user im so sorry but ur clearly so threatened it’s hilarious
user i don’t get all the hate in here??? she’s just in love n happy?
user shes a gold digger
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musingsofcandor told you it wouldn’t be long🫧 ‘thomasin jeffe, the cat, and the diplomat’ will be with you next friday. a lot of love poured into this one over the past few years, i just couldn’t wait any longer to give it to you🤍
already a member on my website? check your emails🦋
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user WHDHSJSJSJSJS
user OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING
user THE EMAILLLLL🥹
user candy omg where do you live that looks so pretty!!!!
musingsofcandor monaco !!
landonorris 🖤
user lando using the black heart and candor using the white… i’m sorry to his gf (not really) but they’re meant to be
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user the best day of my life!!! thank you so much candor for being the absolute sweetest human and taking time to talk to each and every one of us! i cannot wait to read thomasin jeffe, the cat, and the diplomat🥹🤍
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user YOU MET HERRRRE???
user WHO IS SHE TELL TELL TELL
user candor asks us not to share her identity so i’m gonna respect that but LET ME TELL YOU I WAS SHOCKED
user i recognise her from just that inch of her face but i can’t tell whERE FROM
musingsofcandor it was WONDERFUL to meet you! i hope you enjoy the story🤍
user wish people on twitter were as kind as this,,, there’s photos of her going around :/
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f1wags the internet has been in PIECES after famous author candor’s recent book signing. photos have emerged of the popular anonymous author from the event, revealing her to be none other than LANDO NORRIS’ GIRLFRIEND, Y/N! turns out, she has a job after all👀 (pictures taken from y/n’s instagram!)
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user i… cannot believe this
user see. when y’all were hating on her you were secretly worshipping her
user @ everyone who was an arse to y/n… KARMA IS A BITCH!
user WHAT????
user HOLY SHIT LANDO HAS BEEN DATING MY FAV AUTHOR THIS WHOLE TIME????
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yourusername well. the secrets out. it’s been a long few years, but it’s nice to not have to hold it in any more.
both my accounts will remain active for separate purposes, but i’m excited to be able to introduce you to candor as she is in her whole truth — just like her name suggests🤍
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user ironically this is exactly how i picture marian elsie from thomasine jeffe looking. full fairy
user i am. so sorry. so so so sorry. i know nothing can ever compare for the things we said but i really am
yourusername thank you. no hard feelings on my end🤍
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landonorris my candy. it may not have been how you intended, but i’m glad i get to show off how proud of you i am.
i’ve watched you as both candor and y/n for a while now, and i love both versions of you entirely. i cannot wait to see what you do now you have the freedom to be whoever you want to.
and hey, pretty cool to be able to say i’m the inspiration behind some of your characters, huh?🖤
ps. so glad i can finally share photos of mY CAT. even if he does hate me biscuit is MINE as well
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user love the clarification that the most important thing to lando is sharing photos of his cat😭😭
user MORE PICS OF BISCUIT PLEASE
user i’ve always been in love with her i can say that confidently
user oh so you’re a successful fanboy
yourusername biscuit told me to tell u ur smelly for using him for likes
landonorris you literally said to me omg i can post about biscuit now YOU FEEL THE SAME DONT LIE
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musingsofcandor i’ve had a bit of inspiration for some time🤍
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user MOM AND DAD
user i can’t believe this. my worlds are colliding
user I KNEW CAPTAIN ROURKE FELT FAMILIAR IN THE TALES OF PETER ROURKE
user i can’t believe my fav ever love interest is based on lando….
landonorris i love you. thanks for immortalising me🖤
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a/n: hello hello! another one whilst i recover!
so this was based on an anon request and i have had so much fUN writing it!!!! whilst i don’t normally do requests generally due to being overwhelmed easily, this one stood out to me as i Love books so i was inspired. to the anon who requested, i hope this is what you imagined🤍
in terms of further requests! whilst i can’t promise i’ll do them, if you have any pressing ideas you think would work with my style , do feel free to send them in ! i always love to hear your ideas (and any thoughts on my works!! please send feedback as well!!) and will try gradually to get through some🤍
fun fact: all the book titles are based on actual books i have written hehe
fun fact pt2: yes her pseudonym is chosen bc i watched divergent last night
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infrunamie · 8 months
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THE AWAITED PART 2.
tags: smitten aki and denji, jealous denji, reader has a new addition to their collection, not proof read.
akis dick twitched in the puddle of cum in his hand. “shit, what should i do?” aki murmured. the cloud lust still swimming around his body. burning, yearning, for your embrace. denjis loud moans could be heard outside the door followed with your grunts. aki shook his cum off his hand and tucked his hard cock back in his pants. as aki was about to walk away and forget his disgraceful jerk off, the door swang open.
“top knot? stop disturbing me and [name].” denji hissed with laboured breath, naked, sweaty body shining with sweat. aki whipped his head around, “h-how did you know i was here?” aki questioned face reddening by the second, hiding his cum stained hand behind his back. “[name] sensed your aura behind the door and told me to check. now get the hell outta her-“ a hand was placed on denjis shoulder. “now now denji, is that how we treat guests?” you smiled gazing into akis eyes. the look in your eyes made him shudder.
“an unwanted guest.” denji grumbled arms folding. “where’d your manners go? you know this isn’t how i trained you.” you said low. “w-wait [name], ‘m sorry i-“
“go. wait on the bed till i come back.” you pointed to the mattress. “yes master,” denji said dejectedly, dragging his feet to the mattress. you stepped outside and closed the door behind you. “so, what are you doing here, aki?” you smirked, picking up the musk in the air along with cum splatters decorating the lower walls. “i-i was just walking by, sir, ill be on my way now.” the man fumbled. “no. i didn’t give you permission to leave, did i? and i know you’re lying to me. i hate liars. so tell me, what were you really doing here.” you demanded, smirk growing ever wider on your face. you grabbed the shaking mans hands as he replied,
“i was j-jerking off to you, the way you treat denji makes me envious of him.” he breathed out, holding your hands tighter. his cock was already leaking in his pants from something simple as you holding his hands. “do you want me to treat you that way, kitty?” you dragged your hands up to his shoulders then sliding down to fondle his chest. “ye-yes! please god, i-ive been dreaming off this, ‘need you so badly sir.” he mumbled, body shaking vigorously.
you chuckled, “drop the formalities baby. its master to you.”
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aki whined around his gag in his place tied up, naked, watching you destroy denji. “w-woof, thank you master, mmm— ‘m so full of your cum.” denji cried out you as you filled him up again for the umpteenth time. “of course baby, you deserve it after being such a good boy for master.” you kissed his cheek. denjis stomach bulged as you pull out, watching your cum pool out of denjis gaped ass. denjis eyes fluttered shut as he tried to catch his breath, “i can g-go again sir, j-just for you i can cum again.” denji babbled but you shut him up with a peck on his red lips. “it’s okay puppy, you’ve been so good for me, you deserve a break, hm?”
by the time you finished speaking the boy already dozed off. you chuckled and kissed him on the cheek then turning your attention to the tied up man. you surveyed him, noticing the way his cock leaked and made a puddle on the floor, the way tears flooding down his face, and his eyes glazing at you with such raw need, begging you to destroy him.
you walked over to him, your body making his dick leak harder. “what do you want, kitty? gotta use your words or i can’t understand.” you said sitting on his lap, cradling his hips. “mmm! mmph mm-“
“what was that?” you said leaning over him to untie his gag. as the gag fell he took an intake of air. “i want you so badly it hurts. need your body, need your t-touch on me!” aki confessed more tears sliding down his face. “shh shh, i get it baby.” you caressed his cheek, kissing him passionately on the lips.
your hands skillfully undid his bindings while your tongue licked and tasted his sweet saliva. once his arms were freed they immediately flew to your body, feeling up the muscles and scars. his hands when to your head, pushing you farther in his mouth. the kiss was sloppy, teeth clashing together but all the more full of filthy, hot, passion burning the both of your cocks.
your hands moved to eachothers dicks, grabbing both lengths with your two hands and started to stroke them. aki gasped into the kiss nails digging into your back. you pulled back from the kiss to lean your head in the crook of his shoulder, licking and sucking. aki struggled for breath at the tingling sensation coursing through his body. “mmm [name], ‘m close. gonna cum soon.” aki heaved as you sped up your pace, moving your head up to get to his ear.
“you hear how wet you are, kitty? how much you’re leaking all over my hands? god, i shoulda fucked you a while ago.” you growled in his ear. an overload of lust shot up akis spine causing his cum to burst on the both of your chests. akis head fell onto your shoulder, short of breath. “‘m so tired, master.” aki murmured. you stroked his hair.
“oh we still have a long way to go, kitten.” you laughed as you picked him up and placed him on the bed next to an awaking denji.
PART THREE⁉️⁉️⁉️
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anyamaris · 4 months
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Purrfect Company
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Pairing- Boss!Lee Know x Employee!F!Reader
Trope/AU- Coworkers to lovers AU
Summary- Working at a cat cafe has a variety of perks, though you’re not sure if your crush on the handsome shop owner, Minho, counts as one.  Despite it being the holidays, you have no one to spend it with so you’ve volunteered to take the shift at the cafe on Christmas eve. A power outage and a surprise visit from your seemingly rigid employer has you discovering things you might never have known otherwise.  Maybe Minho has a warmer, softer side than you’d realized.  
Warnings-Vulgar language, sexual language, unprotected sex, forbidden relationship dynamic (boss x employee), lots of pussy (ha!), MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
This is one of my two entries in our 16 Days of Smutmas 2023 Collab! Check out the other writers as well!!!!
A/N: Firstly, definitely an enormous thanks to @kwanisms for this collab, listening to me flail my way through it AND creating the BEAUTIFUL BANNER HEADER-ISNT IT GORGEOUS? ISNT SHE AMAZING?
A huge huge huge thank you to @sanjoongie for helping me through the many hurdles of writing this and reading snippets to ease my anxiety. It means more to me than you'll ever know. @millennial-fangirl as well for reading part of my smut and giving me helpful criticism, I love it so much!
Thank you to everyone who listens to me whine about everything always, I love you all.
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“Goodnight! Happy Holidays!” You wave, closing and locking the door behind the sweet couple who had come in last minute to pick out a cat for their daughter.  You can’t help but smile at the thought of the beautiful kitty who will get to wake up with a new family to love and accept her. 
Turning, you smile at the few cats left in the living room/play area the owner had set up for them.  The three left were napping, one on  the couch and the two others curled up together on a cat tree.  Humming happily, you turn to finish the few closing duties you have left.  You’d closed down the cafe area after the couple had gone in to play with the cats and now you just had to make sure the till was put in the safe.  You planned on spending some time with the last few cats before you made your way home for the evening.
It was Christmas Eve and as you turn to look out the window once more, you frown at the heavy snow coming down.  “Figures, going to be hell going home,” you breathe out as you lock the safe, then the office door.  You stretch and yawn, taking off your apron to hang as you make your way into the kitty area. 
 “Peanut, are you comfy?” you ask the lone orange tabby curled up on the sofa.  Minho, the owner of the cafe, had furnished this area nicely for the comfort of the cats and the people who came to play with and possibly adopt them.  If you took away the cafe portion, this could be the cozy living room in the home of any family.  
Peanut peeks an eye out at you from under his tail to let out a soft trill as you sit beside him, running a hand over his velvety fur.  “Merry Christmas to you, too.  I wish I could take you home with me but I’m afraid I can’t have pets at my tiny apartment.” He purrs softly, leaning into your hand as you scritch his ear.  He gets up and stretches then immediately climbs into your lap, curling up and making you beam proudly.  You’ve always gotten along well with most of the cats here, and it always brought you joy to have them accept you.  
Letting yourself relax, you close your eyes as you pet your comfy companion.  The soft overhead christmas music lulls you into a half sleep and you don’t even realize you’ve drifted off until something draws you back to consciousness.  Blinking yourself awake, you freeze as you suddenly hear a rattling noise from the other room, as if someone is trying at the doorknob.  Peanut perks his ears up and lets out a soft growl at the disturbance, but you soothe him quietly as you lift him from your lap, placing him down so you can go to see what the noise is.  
You’d accepted the shift for Christmas Eve without hesitation because everyone else had plans.  You had only a studio apartment and the prospect of take out at home, so you’d volunteered so no one else had to work.  Minho had entrusted you with the closing duties, and now here you were, faced with a possible break in.  
Your heart pounding in your chest, you creep into the hallway leading to the back employee area, as well as the door to the back of the building.  It feels as if your chest is going to explode from fear and anxiety as you watch the door creak open with wide eyes.  Your thoughts on the cats you are there to protect, you reach out and grab the nearby broom handle, holding it out as you yell, “Stop, or you’ll regret it!” 
The figure opening the door stops, their arms laden with something but you don’t process much else than a harsh sigh, then the lights are being flicked on.  “Really, what are you going to do with that? Sweep me to death?” The male voice greets you and it takes you a brief moment before you realize the voice and face belong to your boss, the owner of this cafe.   
Lee Minho.
Letting out a relieved sigh, you fall against the wall and clutch your chest.  “I wasn’t aware that you’d be here this late, did something go wrong with closing?” Minho asks, then his eyes widen.  “Are the cats alright?” His severe frown as he shoots a look behind you has you immediately responding.  “No, no everything is fine, I just checked on them a moment ago and was going to head home.”  you tell him, rubbing your eyes.
His eyes meet yours again and his eyebrows furrow.  “At one in the morning?” he asks and you just blink at him.  “Excuse me?”  shaking your head, “No…I didn’t-”  you turn around to dash back into the cat room, grabbing your phone.  “Shit.” you say and you hear a soft laugh behind you.  “Lose track of time?” He asks, coming in behind you and setting down the bags he had been holding.  Peanut immediately runs to him, purring around his legs as the other two sleepy cats peek out to see what’s going on.  
“I closed a little after 9pm, and everything was done.  I sat down to pet Peanut and I guess I just….” you shrug, frowning.  “I’m sorry, I promise I did everything for closing before I nodded off.  Don’t worry, I will mark my time slip as off at 9pm.”  you tell him, embarrassed, cheeks heating from having fallen asleep in your workplace.  
“Nonsense, you were keeping the cats company on Christmas Eve.  Peanut needed company, right buddy?” he asks, kneeling down to scratch his ears.  You smile softly, noticing how much your boss seemed to go from the gruff, teasing, sarcastic man to this warm, caring soul when faced with feline company.  Relaxing a bit, you remember your last part of the evening. 
“Sylvie was adopted at the last minute, the couple said that they will let us know if their daughter changes her name when she gets her.  Sylvie really loved them, they were here for a while with her before they took her home. They were very pleased.” you smile, watching Minho look up at you, his eyes widening in excitement as you speak.  You have to stop your heart from thumping as he beams happily at the news.  He was far too handsome for your health.  
You definitely didn’t have a crush on your boss, definitely not.  
“I’m so glad, she deserves a little girl to play with.  How old is the daughter?” he asks, his eyes sparkling.  “Twelve. They said that’s all she wants for a gift is a kitty to love.  So I’m hoping it’s a good fit.”  He smiles and nods, looking back down at Peanut, who is now sniffing at the bags he’d brought.  “You’re stuck with me, pal.  You, Luke and Leia. Christmas with Uncle Lino.” he coos at him, looking over at the pair napping.  You can’t help but smile at the names of the two, one of Minho’s friends having named them when he stopped by.
Blinking at yourself just lingering and ogling your boss, you shake yourself out of it. “I’ll get out of your way.” you say, glancing at your phone again, finally noticing the missed messages.  Frowning, you open a text from your neighbor.  “It’s pretty nasty out-” you hear before your mind is processing the text sent hours ago.  “Well, damn.” you mutter at your phone.
‘Hey-just fyi, power is out in the building. You might want to find somewhere else to stay if you have one!’  it reads and you just deflate from the news.
 Of all things, especially on Christmas Eve when everyone was out of town or busy, you think.
“What’s wrong?” you hear from beside you, Minho’s voice concerned.  Rubbing a hand over your face, you look out the window at the heavy snowfall.  “I guess my building’s power is out.” Looking over at him, you can only smile and shrug, then lean down to pet Peanut as he winds around both of your legs.  “Going to be a terrible Christmas Eve alone with no electricity, huh bud?” you whisper to him.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Help me put this stuff away and then you can come upstairs and sleep on the couch.” When you open your mouth to protest he just turns his back and starts unloading the bags.  “If you don’t feel comfortable, you can sleep down here with Peanut.  Either way, there’s no point in going back to a place with no power.  Unless you have someone who you can go to?” he asks, tossing you a look over his shoulder.  Shaking your head, you glance one last time out the large window at the cold, white sheet obscuring any view and just sigh.  
“If it’s really alright, I’ll take you up on it.  I’ll stay.” 
After helping put away the cat food and litter he’d brought in, you smile as he takes another bag of toys and opens each, letting Peanut sniff at them.  Luke and Leia are finally stirring, peeking out to see what’s going on.  You can’t help but smile as they just yawn and curl back around each other.  Lucky kitties, you think.  Am I jealous of the cats? You ask yourself, suppressing a small laugh. 
Minho stands, noticing your look and he clears his throat.  “Come on, I bet you haven't even eaten anything since before your shift started.” He says harshly, but when you look over at him, he’s smiling softly.  “I-” you start, then wince, shaking your head.  “Are you spying on me?” you ask him with a laugh and he just stares at you for a moment, then nods once.  “Of course I am.” 
You can’t help but chuckle at his deadpan expression as he turns to go to the door leading upstairs.  “I hadn’t thought to ask but…what’s upstairs?” Without looking back, he starts up the stairs leaving you to follow behind.  “I live up here, leave the door cracked, please.  The cats like to come upstairs if they get bored down here.” he says and you smile as he leads you into a big open space apartment.  
“Oh wow….I had no idea you actually lived here.” You say, looking around.  He smiles as he turns on some lights and takes off his shoes, and you do the same. You make sure to leave the upstairs door cracked as well, noticing his approving nod.  “Mmm…I bought it years ago, when I first moved here.  The downstairs was being leased out to a bakery.  Once they left when their lease was up…” he just shrugs, shooting you a look over his shoulder as he makes his way into the living area.  
“Wow, what made you want to turn it into a cat cafe?” You ask him as he gestures for you to sit.  “Make yourself at home.  Do you want something to drink?” he asks, heading into the kitchen.  “Sure, whatever you have is fine.” He hums as he goes into the fridge, pulling out some water bottles.  “I’ll make some tea.” He says, turning on the electric kettle, then he comes to sit next to you, handing you the water.  “Thank you.” you say and he smiles, leaning back to look around.
“It’s not a very … interesting story.” he finally answers, his lip twitching.  “You’re likely to think I’m weird.”  he says, eyes darting over to you.  Twisting off the cap to drink, you recap it as you set it down and try not to grin.  “And if I already do?” You say, surprising yourself at your boldness.  Before you can regret your remark, he throws his head back, letting out a laugh and it makes you smile as he looks back at you with a smile to echo your own.  “Well, then I have nothing to worry about.” He quips and you blush, looking away.  
He really was far too attractive and here you were with him, alone, on Christmas Eve.  Ignoring the pleasant warmth in your stomach, as well as the fluttering, you turn your attention back to his words as he answers.
“When I moved here, I really missed my cats back home.” he is saying, smiling as Peanut slips through the opening of the door.  “I have three at my parents house.” he says, watching the big orange cat wander off to explore.  “Aww, I bet that was really tough.” you respond, frowning, remembering your own cats you left behind to move here.  He just nods, continuing.  “Well, one day I found two kittens outside in a box, and I couldn’t leave them.  So I brought them home.  Then another followed me home a few weeks later after I fed it.  The next thing I know, I had seven cats and a space downstairs to lease out.” 
“Wow! Seven cats?” you exclaim, blinking in disbelief at him.  “And counting.” He laughs, shaking his head.  “I couldn’t leave them out in the streets.  I was trying to figure out how to keep gathering all these stray cats and figure out how to rehome them, all while trying to work.” You just look around, taking in the apartment.  While it was spacious for more than one person, you couldn’t imagine having seven plus cats roaming around without the downstairs.
“So you just thought, ‘Oh I'll open a cat cafe’?” you can’t help but smile at him.  He shrugs, tilting his head as he hums softly.  “Pretty much.  I had some help from friends and family, thankfully.” His gaze feels suddenly intimate for some reason as you relax into the conversation, his deep brown eyes warm and soft.  Finding yourself leaning towards him more as you listen, you both are startled when the kettle starts to beep and he clears his throat, standing to go to the kitchen.
“Actually….” he stops halfway there, looking out at the fat snowflakes falling down, then turning to look at you.  “Would you like some hot chocolate?” he asks and you smile at him, nodding happily.  “That sounds amazing actually.”  You lean your head on your hand, watching over the back of the couch as he busies himself in the kitchen, inhaling blissfully as the scent of chocolate slowly permeates the open space.  
Your earlier embarrassment has faded into almost happiness at falling asleep with Peanut, grateful that you’re not in a cold, lonely apartment tonight.  The scent of the cocoa mixed with the euphoria of having an actual conversation with Minho has you in an odd headspace.  In the months you’ve worked for him, you can’t remember having many conversations with him.  He was always on the go, in and out of the shop, most of his time being spent with the cats. 
That’s what started this silly crush, you think. 
Watching him talk to the cats, cooing at them, playing with them when he had any free time.  Admiring the way all of the felines would flock to him, noticing him immediately when he came in bearing food and treats, as well as a variety of toys and new furniture for their temporary living space.  
The way he checked in on all of the cats that got adopted, treating them like each one was his child.  How he cared for them, expression lighting up when he comes through the door to see the beautiful furry creatures; playing, fed and happy.  He truly was dedicated to their well being and watching it over the months you’ve spent working for him, it had definitely interested you in finding out who he truly was.  
You can’t lie to yourself as you listen to him hum a soft tune, smiling as he turns to mix the drink in a saucepan. It was pointless to deny that that simple crush on a handsome man was turning into a little bit more. 
Not that you’d expect anything from it, of course.  He was your boss, you were his employee. That’s not even accounting for his own personal feelings.  You didn’t have any illusions about anything happening, but you just couldn’t deny it any longer.  You’d just keep it to yourself, enjoying that sense of being young and silly, pining over the unobtainable.  Sometimes that’s all you need, just something to look forward to, for yourself. 
“Are you alright?” you hear him say, snapping you out of your thoughts as he walks over, carrying two steaming mugs.  “It’s hot, be careful.” he says, an almost worried look on his face as he hands you one of the drinks.  You can’t help but smile and blush at his concern, feeling suddenly like you’re getting an inside view of what the cats must feel like under his care.  
He raises an eyebrow at you as he blows on his own drink, sipping at it carefully.  “I’m fine, just ….” you look down at the cocoa, the smell making you feel more nostalgic for the holidays than you’ve felt for a long time.  “Just?” he asks, frowning as he blinks at you with those beautiful eyes.  Letting out a sigh, you take a tentative sip, your eyes widening at the flavor.  “Wow…this is…amazing!” you say, taking another sip of the warm, rich beverage.  His eyes light up at your words and he smiles proudly.  “It’s homemade, not the powder, it’s quite different from the packets you get.” He tells you and you nod, savoring each sip.  “Well, it’s delicious.  I don’t think I’ve had cocoa in ages, let alone something this good….ever.” His eyes crinkle at the sides as he looks down and you swear you can see him blush a bit.  You might have to compliment him more if he was going to react like this, you think.  
“It’s fairly easy, I just happened to have the ingredients.  I thought for Christmas Eve it was a bit more festive.” he says, and you nod as you watch him talk.  “Speaking of….” he says, brow furrowing suddenly, “Why did you decide to work tonight?” He asks, settling back as he turns to you, his gaze curious.  
You hum as you raise a shoulder to shrug, “I don’t have family in the area, and we don’t really celebrate together much, as everyone gets really busy this time of year. All the friends I have here all had plans, and honestly, it’s really just another day to me most of the time.  I figured I’d give everyone else the night to spend with people since they all seem more interested in that.”  His hum and pursed lips as he nods has you suddenly realizing he’s alone as well.  
“What about you? You mentioned your parents and cats at home, why are you here?”  you ask and he smiles, rocking his head back and forth as he thinks.  “This year, I decided to send my parents on a vacation since they’ve worked so long and hard all their lives.  I gave them the gift early and they are currently on a beach somewhere nice and warm.  As they should be.” he says, smiling softly. 
 Your heart thumps at his expression, your throat closing at how very caring he was for the people he loved.  Suddenly, you feel overwhelmed with some feeling you can’t define, almost as if the idea of being loved that much made you feel happy and extremely lonely all at once. You almost laugh as tears spring to your eyes and he blanches, looking shocked.  
“Hey, are you alright?” he asks as you wipe at a stray tear and you let out a soft chuckle at your foolish emotions.  “Oh yes, sorry.  Just thinking of how proud they must be of you, to have raised such a caring, lovely son.” Your words take him off guard and he looks down into his drink, blinking rapidly.  “I don’t know if I’d say all that…” he says, his cheeks flushing red.  You bite your lip, having to look away from how adorable he looks being shy.  
“Really, I don’t know many people who think like you do.  How you are with the cats as well as your family…” you shake your head.  “Most people tend to think of the holidays as a time for getting things, I’ve found.”  He hums softly, the silence between you slightly tense but far from awkward as you both enjoy your drinks.  “I’ve been meaning to ask…” he says, clearing his throat as he sets down his mug on the coffee table.  “Hm?” you say, curious.  “I thought you’d be spending the holiday with someone special.  I figured you’d have someone waiting for you at home.” He says, studying you.  “Someone special?” you ask, then realize what he’s asking. 
“Ah…no, I don’t have anyone.  I broke up with my last boyfriend shortly after starting work here.” you gesture around you. “Ah yes, that’s why I thought….” he trails off, looking away. “I noticed a man coming in when you started so I just figured.” He shrugs and you sigh, frowning as you set your mug next to his.  “No, we broke up…he…it’s a stupid story.” you laugh without any amusement, waving it off.  “Oh?” he says, leaning forward a bit.  “If you don’t want to-” You shake your head, making a sour face.  “Long story short, I found out I wasn’t his only girlfriend.  So, I broke it off.”  
The look on his face has you bursting into laughter.  The sheer disgust is so adorably cute, his lip curling as he lets out a ridiculous noise of revulsion that you just can’t help but snort as you giggle loudly.  It only seems to encourage him as he repeats the noise, adding, “Is he stupid?”  You just nod as you wipe your eyes, this time the tears are from your laughter and you can feel your stomach hurting from it.  “Yes, that was my thought, honestly.” you tell him, his sudden smile bringing butterflies to dance in the pit of your stomach. 
“He must be, I wouldn’t-” he stops, shaking his head.  “Any man like that isn’t worth your time.  Better off without him!” he says, throwing his hand up into the air.  You laugh again and this time he joins you, the shared moment has you relaxing back into the cushions as you turn to settle more comfortably on the couch, facing him fully. 
“Yeah, definitely.” you sigh, “Still lonely around this time of year though.” His smile slips and you decide to not ruin the mood.  “What about you? I didn’t even know you lived up here, I thought you’d have some big house with a wife somewhere.” you say and he winces, looking away.  “No, it’s been a while since I’ve dated.  Between the cats and running the cafe, I’ve kept myself from being too lonely.  I have everything I need right here.” he says, eyeing you.  “Besides, being alone doesn’t always mean being lonely,” he says, giving you a look. 
“That’s entirely true.  I do enjoy my time to myself, plus it’s easy to just crush on someone to keep myself from thinking too much about a relationship.  Sometimes it’s better to live in my own head and create my own narrative than to deal with another person.” you say with a smirk and he raises his eyebrows in response.  “A crush?” he asks and you freeze, realizing you’ve likely said too much.  “Sure, why not? Everyone has crushes throughout their lives.” you say nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder.  
“Who’s this crush?” He asks teasingly, but you swear his eyes darken a bit, almost dangerously.  Swallowing, your cheeks heat up as you look away.  “Nobody it would ever work with, so it’s not really important.”  you respond and sneak a peek at him.  He’s studying you intently, not smiling and the room is suddenly oddly tense.  “Don’t tell me it’s some idol-” he starts but you wave your hand, laughing softly.  “No, nothing like that. I mean, of course I have those as well but that’s not what I meant.”  
“What about you? Or is raising kitten children your only passion?” You tease and he raises an eyebrow, smirking.  “Hm…” he hums, “Strangely enough, my answer is much like yours.  Nothing that would ever work.” It’s your turn to be curious, leaning forward towards him.  “Why wouldn’t it?” you ask him, wondering what would stop this man from pursuing anyone lucky enough to catch his interest.  His lip twitches and he suddenly leans forward with a sly grin.  “It’s one of those taboo things.” he says cryptically, his wicked grin drawing your attention.  “Taboo?” you say, scooching forward and widening your eyes dramatically.  “Well now that sounds interesting.  What’s so forbidden about this person?” you ask softly, trying not to grin.  You’d never seen or heard of him being involved, that’s why you assumed he must be married, or voluntarily single.   
“Well, aren’t you the gossip.” he shoots back and you laugh.  “I mean, yes.  Just wondering what would keep a man like you from doing anything he wanted.”   His eyes widen as his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up and he clears his throat.  “A man like me?” he asks, and you can feel the tension again building at the softness of his voice, the nearness of him.  You take a moment to collect your thoughts, not wanting to sound ridiculous.  
“You’re successful from what I know, of course I don’t know everything about you. Just from the outside looking in.  You’re handsome, caring, you have your own place, run a business. You’re funny, you make amazing hot chocolate-” You stop at his look, at how his adam's apple dips as he swallows thickly.  “Do you plan on pursuing your interest…your…crush?” He asks you in a whisper and your cheeks flush, heating up at the very idea.  What he’s asking...how easy it would be to just lean a bit more forward….
“No…I can’t.” you shake your head, looking down.  “Why not?” he asks softly, and your whole body feels like it’s vibrating from his nearness.  “It would be unprofessional and I doubt he’d even look at me like that.” you say without thinking.  His eyebrows raise then draw together at the comment, confusion on his face for a moment as you feel embarrassment wash over you. 
“But the only guy-” he says, shock registering on his face.  “He’s married!” he gasps and you blink at him as you realize he’s thinking of your other male coworker.  “No! Oh my god, do you think I’m that horrible?” you ask, stunned.  “Of course it’s not him it’s y-” your words catch in your throat as you stop yourself too late, his goading making you thoughtless.  “Forget about it, it’s nothing, really.” you say, turning to stand, to go somewhere-anywhere but here.  
Before you can though, he’s grabbing your arm, tugging you back down, his eyes large, dark and serious as he pulls you towards him.  “Me?” he asks, and there is no way you can read the look on his face.  Your stomach bottoms out as you realize just how badly you just fucked up.  Here you were, in your boss’s apartment, with nowhere to go and a snow storm outside.  
You were going to lose your job, you just knew it.  You know how inappropriate it is to-
“Is it me?” he asks, this time a bit more forcefully, his words snapped out.  Slumping back, you close your eyes and sigh out softly, unwilling to look at him.  “I know it’s not right, you're my boss.  it’s unprofessional and I-” 
“You’re fired.” he says harshly.
Despite knowing it was coming, your eyes snap open to protest just in time for him to close the distance between you; any words that were about to leave your lips dissipates as he slips a hand behind your neck, pulling your mouth into his. Your body stiffens for the briefest of seconds before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, combing your fingers into his hair as his tongue slips along the seam of your lips.  You shiver at the growl that escapes from deep in his throat when your tongues meet, his arm sliding around your back to yank you closer to him.  
Giving in completely to the moment, you shift with him as he guides you into his lap. Pure instinct takes over as you move together, his fingers prying at your clothing, yours threading through his hair.  As your thighs settle on either side of his and you press down into his lap, he moans into your mouth.  You gasp between kisses as his hand settles on your lower back, pressing you down against his stiff length through your clothing.  
“I want you.” He purrs out as his mouth parts from yours, looking up at you with those rich, lustrous eyes.  You can barely catch your breath as you take in his gorgeous swollen lips, parted as he gazes up at you with desire.  “You can have me,” you declare, your body almost humming for him and without another thought, his hands are traveling up your back, his hips lifting as you grind against him.  “Take me, Minho~” you utter, tugging at his hair.  “Fucking christ-” he hisses, burying his face into your neck.  
As his lips brush the skin of your neck, you tilt your head for him, rocking your hips against his hardness.  You should be ashamed at how your panties are already soaked from his touch but you can’t feel anything but need, pure carnal lust for him right now. 
 Consequences be damned, the way you needed him was the only thing on your mind.  
“Take this off.” You manage to say as you shudder under his mouth.  It takes him a moment to register that you’re tugging on his shirt and his tongue darts out to lick your neck where he was kissing before he leans back and helps you remove the garment, his hands immediately yanking your shirt over your head as well.  
Tossing it to the side, he takes a moment to lean back and admire you, his dark gaze hungry as he runs his hands up your sides.  “Fucking gorgeous, just like I always imagined you would be.” Your breath catches at his words, at the look in his eyes for you.  He leans forward to press his face between the valley of your breasts and you let out a long moan.  “Smell so fucking good, too.”
 Everything he’s doing is causing you to clench like crazy, small mewling noises escaping from your throat as his hands work at the clasp of your bra.  “Minho-” you shiver as you feel him free you from it, sliding the straps down your arms.  “God, keep saying my name.” He groans, his cock twitching against you as he pulls your bra down to reveal your bare tits.  
“So beautiful,” he whispers as his lips close around your nipple.  Your fingers dig into his scalp, your other hand gripping his shoulder as he sucks harshly at the sensitive bud.  “Please…” you whimper as his hands slip up to cup the flesh of your breasts, kneading them as he lets your nipple go with a popping sound, immediately moving to the other to do the same.  Your breathing is ragged as you reach between you to tug at the button of his pants.  
“Not here.” he rasps out, then he’s sliding you off his lap, standing you both up.  Before you can protest, his hands are around your waist, his mouth back on yours, his tongue urgently seeking your own.  You return your hands to the front of his jeans, unbuttoning, then unzipping as he backs you up towards the hallway.  
“Door-” he says between kisses as you are pushed against it.  He reaches behind you to twist the knob and then he’s walking you into the room, the back of your knees hitting the bed.  He stops as you slide your hand into his now open pants, slipping your palm along him through his boxers.  He lets out a low groan as you touch him, his hands cupping your ass before he’s shoving your pants down as well.  
“Tell me you want this-” he gasps out as his hands run over your bare skin, his lips tracing your collarbone.  “I do, more than anything-” you respond, tugging off his remaining clothing as well.  “I need to make sure, I don’t want to make you feel pressured-” he says as he pulls you close, brushing his lips against yours.  “I swear, Minho, there’s nothing I want more than this.” You tell him as he pauses to study your eyes, the concern ebbing away as he watches you, his fingers skimming your lower back.  
“I’ve been dying to hear you say that to me.” he whispers, and the urgency seems to fade as he leans in to kiss you deeply.  For a moment you both stand there lips connected, your arms around his neck, his hands roaming your back.  Then his hands cup your bare ass, yanking you firmly against his stiff cock as he moans your name.  You pull him down with you onto the bed, your mouth never leaving his as he settles between your legs, the underside of his cock pressing along your wet core.  
He growls softly as he moves his hips against you, and you arch your back as the length of him parts your folds.  Breath hitching as the ridge of his head brushes against your clit, you look up into his half lidded eyes as his lips part.  “Tell me again.” he whispers, his hand dropping down to clutch behind your thigh and raise it around his hip.  “Tell me you want me.” he hums as he watches your eyes roll back from the ache of clenching around nothing.  
You reach up to comb your fingers through his hair, digging your nails into his shoulder as he rolls his hips again.  “I need you so much-Minho-please I want you so fucking much-” you manage to gasp out.  His eyes darken as he reaches down between you, pulling back to cup you, his fingers sliding through your drenched lips to part them.  “For me?” he asks, his voice low as he dips down to brush his lips to yours.  He swallows your moan with a kiss as he pushes his finger into you, tasting your panting as you tighten around it.  “All for you-” you cry as his tongue plunges into your mouth.  
He deepens the kiss as he pulls his finger from you, suppressing any protests.  Any dismay at the loss is replaced with pleasure as he guides the tip against your slit, slipping along your folds, teasing at your clit.  There are no thoughts in your mind, only overwhelming need as he rubs his head along you, finally, finally giving in to your wordless pleas as he presses it against your tight hole.  As he thrusts forward suddenly, he breaks the kiss with a cry of his own, your walls giving as he stretches you.  
“Minho….. Minho-,” his name echoes through the room to mix with his moans as he draws back to snap his hips forward again.  “So fucking….tight!” he bites out, his breathing heavy as he drops his head into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.  As he starts to plunge in and out of you, your legs wrap around his waist as you tilt your hips for him.  
Your nails run down his back as he fucks you, making his motions stutter as he moans loudly for you.  “So good, oh fuck-Minho!” your cries have him propping himself up to look down at your face.  “Yeah?” he asks, his nose wrinkling as he puts more force behind his thrusts.  “Yeah? Like that?” he asks and you have to clutch his hair as your body jerks, your tits shaking the harder he moves.  “Yes! YES! I - LOVE IT-” you scream, words devolving into loud, animalistic moans.   
“Your-cunt- is so-fucking-divine-” he gasps out, each word punctuated by his cock delving deep and hard into you.  You can feel the familiar tight burning sensation building deep within you as your legs shake, as he slips a hand under your back, as he lunges forward to wrap his lips around your nipple to suck and nip at it.  The friction of his pelvis rubbing against your clit, and his mouth on you has your entire being vibrating and you start wailing his name over and over as you begin to clench.  
“OH FUCK-” his voice grates out as he releases your nipple, his breath hitching as your climax hits you like a boulder, blindly intense as you arch beneath him.  “Fuck fuck fuck I can’t-” he cries out as his hips falter, his pace becoming erratic.  “COME!” you scream out desperately, clinging to him as you shudder and his mouth crashes into yours as he lets go, bursting in a hot flood deep within you.  Your kiss is frenzied, crying wordlessly into each other as you come together.  His thrusts slow, lazily emptying himself into you finally as he gasps with every clench of your pussy around him.  
As you finally come down, he collapses onto you, nuzzling his face into your now sweaty neck, his chest pressing firmly against yours.  You can feel the fast beat of his heart as he places small kisses along your damp skin, along your collarbone and you slowly comb your fingers through the strands of his hair.  “Fuck.” he whispers, kissing his way up to your lips, his own fingers smoothing back your hair.  “Fuck.” you echo and he smiles softly, drawing back to study your eyes.  You can only smile dreamily at him, completely exhausted from the entire experience.  
He slowly rolls you both on your sides, facing one another as he pets your hair, placing kisses to your lips.  “I…” he starts, gasping as you clench around him again and he laughs softly.  Then his face registers a sudden shock as you adjust and he slips out of you.  Your thighs are damp from your combined releases and he blinks rapidly, worry on his features.  “Oh fucking hell-I didn’t even think about-” he cups your face but you shake your head, silencing him.  “I’m on the pill.  Sorry, I ….wasn’t even thinking about that.” he relaxes slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he closes his eyes.  
“Don’t be sorry, this wasn’t exactly what I expected to happen.” he murmurs, his gaze studying your face.  “Unexpected but not unwanted.” you reassure him, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear.  You can’t help but blush as he smiles at you softly, pulling you closer to him to hold onto you.  “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one…” he whispers against your mouth as he kisses you again.  
He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him to settle your head on his chest, playing with your hair as you wrap around him.  The silence settles around you as you savor the moment with him, both of you just touching and kissing each other, exploring one another deep into the night.  
Finally as exhaustion begins to overwhelm you, you look up at him with sleepy eyes and he smiles down at you.  “Tomorrow…we can talk about everything.” You nod against him and then suddenly you remember, snapping your head up.  
“You fired me!”
His laughter makes you frown, and he just kisses your nose.  “Just for now, kitten.  Don’t worry.”  
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The cat cafe is humming with excitement, and it’s just another day that you get to watch families take home the much deserving animals to become their family.  Peanut keeps you company, of course.  He was now a permanent fixture at the cafe as Minho had decided to keep him.  As the day winds down and you lock the door, you feel the familiar arms of your boss wrap around you from behind, placing a kiss on your neck.  
“Lee Minho! How dare you do that with an employee!” You berate him, unable to stop yourself from laughing as he spins you around.  “Ah yes, I forgot.  I’m horrible.” he purrs out, touching his forehead to yours.  
“You’re fired.  Now kiss me.”
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thejudiciousneurotic · 4 months
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Oooooh I'm so excited that your requests are open! Can you do a Bayverse Raph x reader in which Raph is having a hard time feeling like he's not good enough and she just gives him the physical affection he craves, leading to a confession and then they kiss a whole bunch? I'm in my Raph feels again
my sweet sweet friend... thank you so much for giving me an excuse to write this <3 :')
Mirror, Mirror - Bayverse!Raph x F!reader 
Summary: Anyone who’s ever had the pleasure of meeting Raphael knows that he is arguably the biggest and the strongest out of all of his brothers. He’s the muscle; he’s the one whose willpower is clad in iron. So, why does he react so adamantly when you try to tell him this?
Tags: Bayverse Raphael, Fem!Reader but i dont think i used pronouns so could be read as GN, Raphael has body dysmorphia, mentions of self-destructive behaviour (over-exercising), confession, kissing, angst, fluff/comfort, some body worship, turtle anatomy, MATURE content
Word count: 4178
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Raphael grunts as he pushes against the tatami mats, his sweat beading as it rolls down the sides of his face before dripping onto the Dojo floor. He can feel your eyes bearing into him from the side of the room, staring intently as he reps out each push-up. His muscles stretch and snap as they work against both his bodyweight and the stack of plates he had asked you to pile on the back of his shell.
“Raphael…” you say sceptically, “don’t you think that’s enough? You’ve been working out for hours now. Don’t you want to drop the plates at least?”
“It’s not enough,” Raphael grunts as he pushes up once more, feeling his major muscles have already gone numb from the pain and tension he was subjecting them to, the smaller ones now screaming out at him to stop, “not till I hit failure.”
Despite his protest and bravado, Raphael can feel his arms beginning to shake from exhaustion. His core, pectorals, biceps, triceps, and everything in between and around them, were all aching from the intensity he was putting himself through. This was the new normal for Raphael as of late. He didn’t always train and push himself till failure during his workouts, but something inside him was pushing him to train harder each day, and before he knew it, this had become the expectation. If he still had the energy to push out more reps, he believed he hadn’t done enough.
“Raphhhh,” you sigh and roll your eyes, “c’mon already, I’m bored. You’ve been at this for hours! Besides, you’re already insanely strong. If you keep pushing yourself like this you’re gonna get hurt!”
Raphael holds himself at the top of the movement and glances towards you, arms quivering from the weight. You’re sitting with your back up against the wall and your face slumped against your fist as your elbow rests on one knee. He clicks his tongue in response to the worried look on your face.
“Fine,” he says shakily, “get these plates off me. If I let them drop on the tatami mats again, Leo will have a hissy fit.”
You jump up and approach the gigantic turtle. Bracing with both hands, you manoeuvre the two twenty-five-kilo plates out of his harness, lifting them one-by-one off the back of his shell and lowering them to the floor. They rest on the narrow side, leaning against your leg as you stand. Raphael's knees drop to the floor as he pushes himself up, looking down at you as he straightens. His gaze then shifts to the plates leaning against your leg. Leaning down to grip the tops of the plates, he carries one in each hand.
“Thanks,” he says before walking towards the exit to return the plates to his make-shift gym. He senses you following close behind.
“Don’t get me wrong, Raph,” you say, “I really admire your discipline; but don’t you think you should ease up on your training? I mean… your arms are literally as thick as my head. How much bigger do you want to be?”
Raphael slides the plate back onto the rack with the many others he had collected over the years. 
“Ah… thanks,” he says awkwardly, “but this isn't really that extreme. Trust me. I’ve got a lot of room for improvement.”
“No, Raph,” you continue, “I don’t think you appreciate how incredibly big you already are. I mean - you're huge, dude! It’s like you were made in a lab! I reckon you could press a truck off your body - easy!”
“I mean… I was made in a lab.”
“See what I mean!”
“Listen,” he says, stopping to raise a hand towards you, “I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But I don’t need the compliments. I need to go wash up.” He turns and heads towards the bathroom before waving and calling back, “thanks again for the spot!”
The door to the bathroom slides open and closes behind Raphael with a tap. He sighs before unbuckling his harness and letting it slide off his body, the metal parts hitting the floor loudly and echoing off the concrete walls. Approaching the large tub in the middle of the room, he begins to undress. First, he removes his shoulder armour, then the leather arm guards, gloves, and woven belt. Finally, his pants fall from his body onto the tiled floor. Leaning over the side of the tub, he turns on the water, placing a hand under the stream to check the temperature. While waiting for the tub to fill a bit more, he bends down to remove the wrapping from his legs and feet. He stands there, almost fully naked, watching the steam rise from the water. Once the tub is almost half full, he removes his mask, letting it flutter to the floor before stepping into the bath.
The hot water washes over his aching muscles, soothing the pain he willingly subjected himself to. Raphael releases a satisfied sigh, closing his eyes as he sinks into the water, relishing the feeling as it flows over his rough scales and over the chips in his shell. For most reptiles, their scales were surprisingly soft, but for Raphael, the years of harsh training and battle scars had given him what he saw as a second shell, covering any soft part of him that might have once existed. Eventually, he washes away the sweat with his body wash and gives his shell a good scrub with the long wooden brush hanging on the nearby rack.
After bathing, Raphael dries off with a clean towel from the cupboard in the corner of the room. Feeling mostly dry, he wraps the towel around his waist and saunters out of the room, leaving his clothes and gear strewn about on the floor in the bathroom. Leo could scold him later. He feels far too fatigued to be bothered with picking them up and taking them to the wash. Besides, he’s still keenly aware of you being somewhere in the Lair.
Taking only his mask and the towel, Raphael hastily heads for his room, ensuring to close the bedroom door behind him.
On one side of the room stands a dresser, and atop it rests a large mirror. Raphael stares into the glass, pulling apart his reflection as he fixates on it. He watches as the face in the mirror frowns back at him, brow knit tightly together in disgust. Raising his mask back up to his face, he wraps the red band tightly around the top half of his head. His gaze falls to his shoulders and then lingers on his arms; the outline of each muscle group is clear and sharp as if cut from stone. Flexing an arm in the mirror, he watches the muscles gather and ripple under his scales. Raising both arms, he flexes his biceps and pushes out the muscles in his sides to appear even bigger. Dissatisfied, he drops his arms and sighs, the face in the mirror reflecting a grimacing expression back at him.
Still not enough.
A sudden knock at the door has Raphael jump reactively, his eyes snapping away from the mirror to look at the door as a loud ‘FUCK!’ leaps from his throat.
“Raph?” You ask, “it’s me! Can you open up?”
Eyes darting around the room and then down at the towel wrapped around his waist, Raphael realises he hasn’t gotten dressed yet.
“J-just a sec!” Raphael calls back. He begins opening drawers in search of something to wear. Grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants, Raphael hastily discards the towel and replaces it with the pants. You knock once more. His voice comes out rushed and agitated, “alright already!”
He opens the door, breathing a little heavy from having to rush to get dressed. You look up at him sceptically, arms crossed over your waist as you shift to one side.
“What took you so long?” You ask quizzically. 
“Nothin’,” he feigns, “just getting dressed.”
Your eyes drift down at the grey pants covering his legs. They linger before looking back up at his exposed plastron, shifting slowly from one arm to the next. Raphael tenses, feeling uncomfortable as your eyes trace over him.
“How is your body?” You ask, giving a thoughtful look as you meet his eyes again.
“Uhh… fine…a bit sore I guess,” Raphael says bashfully, looking away.
“I brought you something,” you say, holding out a small metal tin adorned with a picture of a tiger. Raphael looks down to inspect the gift, recognizing a similar item Leo had used before. The thought crosses his mind that you might have taken it from his older brother.
Proudly, you add, “It’s a special ointment to help with muscle soreness!”
“Oh… thanks?” 
Raphael watches as you glance away and tense under his gaze.
“I could… help you put it on if you want?”
“Uh…” Raphael's gaze flicks around the room before returning back to you. He swallows, a hint of uncertainty colouring his voice, “yeah… sure.”
He steps aside, making space in the doorway for you to enter his room. He watches nervously as you look around the room, a dazed look in your eyes.
“You okay?” He asks, concerned.
“Huh? O-oh… yeah,” you say, snapping out of the trance. “How ‘bout you sit on the end of the bed and I can apply it that way?”
With a silent nod, Raphael takes a seat on the edge of the bed. He sinks down into the mattress, now at a more accessible height for you to apply the ointment. You unscrew the lid and place it down on the surface of his drawers where the mirror stands. Noticing the reflection, you look to yourself and then to Raphael behind you.
Raphael wonders if he’s imagined it, but he could have sworn he saw your face change colour slightly.
“Right,” you say, standing back in front of him. With two fingers, you scoop out a blob of the cream and survey his shoulders. You press the ends of your fingers to one shoulder and smooth the cream over the curve and down the front of his arm. Raphael hisses under your touch, the cream penetrating his muscles with a cool and sharp sting.
“Ah- Sorry,” you say, panicking and pulling back your hand, “do you want me to stop?”
“Ah,” Raphael exhales, taking his opposite hand to rub the area where you had applied the cream, “nah…  s’okay. It hurts. But it kind of feels good too somehow.”
He glances from his shoulder up to you. Your mouth is pulled tight at the sides and your face appears flushed.
“You okay?” He asks, feeling a sense of Deja Vu, “it’s not too hot in here, is it?”
“N-no,” you say, “just… you’re hot…”
“What?”
“NOTHING!” You yell, the sudden volume causing Raphael to sit up straighter and blink, confused. You dip your fingers back into the ointment and pull out another glob before placing it swiftly against his other shoulder, smearing the white ointment over the surface of his arm once more.
Raphael watches in wonder as you work, noticing your eyes pinned to the task at hand, deliberately avoiding his gaze. You take out another heap of the cream and apply it to his bicep, only this time he winces at the touch and cries out painfully.
“Oh my God!” You say, panicked once more, “Raph, I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”
“Ahh,” Raphael hisses through his teeth and places a hand over his bicep, “nah… s’okay. Just… be gentle. I think maybe… maybe I did overdo it a bit.”
Your panicked expression morphs into a knowing frown.
“See! I told you that you were doing too much!” You scold.
“Well, that was a quick change of attitude,” he jests, “ran out of sympathy that quick, did’ja?”
“Raphael…” you chide, “you can’t keep doing this to yourself… What if you really get hurt? There’s no doctor you can go to if you pull a muscle or tear something!”
“Ah, relax will ya’,” he rolls his eyes. “I’ll be fine. Swear. Besides, diamonds are made under pressure. I can take it.”
“Raphael,” you say, both your voice and your brow low, “please stop doing this to yourself. What could you possibly be trying to prove by hurting yourself like this?”
“I’m,” he stutters as he tries to find the words, “I’m not hurting myself. I’m building mass. I train hard, eat plenty, and recover properly. And I’m not trying to prove anything, okay?”
With a deep breath, you scoop out another lot of cream and move quickly to press into the other bicep. Sensing your lack of restraint, Raphaels hand is quick and firm as he grabs your wrist before you can make contact. Your eyes meet; his tightening as he looks up at you.
Despite his threat, Raphael himself knows he’s telling a lie. He could never hurt you, not intentionally anyway. His conscience wouldn’t allow it. But he prays internally that you don’t call his bluff.
“Not tryin’ to hurt me on purpose now, are you?” He taunts, giving a slight squeeze to the hold he has on you, “if it’s a fight you want, I won’t go easy on you just ‘cause you’re a girl.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Raphael,” you say, tugging slightly against his grip, attempting to push through to apply the cream on his sore bicep. However, your efforts prove futile against his inhuman strength. “I just don’t like seeing you go through with these self-destructive behaviours.”
“It’s not self-destructive if it means I’ll get stronger,” Raphael retorts.
“Stronger? Raph, you’re already insanely strong!”
His brow twitches from the statement.
“How many times do I gotta tell ya’?” Raphael growls, “mind your business! Why do you care so much, anyways?”
You grit your teeth, giving another tug to the hold he has on you.
“Because…”
“Because?” Raphael questions, making use of your hesitation.
“Because… you’re my friend, Raph,” you contend, “it’s normal to care about your friends!”
“Psh,” Raphael releases his hold on you and rolls his eyes, looking away.
You must have sensed the opportunity, because the next thing Raphael knows, you’ve grabbed his arm tightly, barely spreading the ointment as you maliciously squeeze the overworked muscle, trying to prove your point.
“AH, FUCK,” Raphael cries out painfully. Frustrated, he seizes your wrist and hanks it across to the other side. Using the momentum, he pulls your arm back onto the bed and pins you in place as he gets on top. His other hand swiftly secures your opposite hand above your head, causing the tin of ointment to slip from your grasp and crash to the floor. The sound of metal hitting the concrete echoes sharply, followed by a faint scraping as it rolls off somewhere to the side before coming to a stop.
Raphael grits his teeth, baring his canines as if ready to snap. He sees you wince, tensing under his hold. Realising what he’s done, both his expression and grip soften slightly. Still, he's annoyed by the choice you've made, and he isn't about to let it slide.
“The fuck was that for, huh?” He asks, staring down at you. You writhe under his hold and peek through one eye.
“Well… you weren't gonna admit you were wrong,” you say, your tone challenging him despite the vulnerable position he has you in, “so that's what you get.”
“Why you little…” but the insult falls short as he stares down into your eyes, the fire behind them burning bright and ready to fight back. It's a stupid thing, but he can't help but admire your bravery to face off against someone who could so easily overpower you. He exhales slowly, letting the anger go.
“I don't see what the problem is,” Raphael states, “why is it so wrong for me to want to get stronger, huh?”
“I never said it was wrong, Raph,” you say in turn, “but the way you're going about it is like it's life or death- and at this rate you're going to kill yourself in the process.”
Raphael is silent in response.
“Raph,” you say, “why is it so important for you to get stronger so quickly? Aren't you strong enough as it is? Can't you slow down a bit?”
Raphael's eyes fall towards your feeble wrists where he's holding you. So easily, he could overpower you and pin you down like this. The size of your arms under his grip are so small compared to his own. To you, someone so much weaker and more fragile than himself, he could see how you would come to such a conclusion.
But to Raphael, this wasn't about comparing himself to anyone else. It was about comparing himself to the person he believed he could become. Even after all of his years training, and growing, Raphael still didn't think it was enough.
That he was enough.
“I'm still not strong enough,” Raphael says softly, letting go of your wrists and sitting up on his heels, his knees still resting on either side of you and digging into the mattress below. “I'm… still not enough.”
“Raph…”
Raphael feels strangely exposed to you now, like he's laid forth his deepest, darkest secret for you to hear and judge him on. He had never told anyone else that same secret. If anyone knew that he, the supposedly strong and impenetrable Raphael, harboured such weak-minded thoughts, it would ruin the whole facade he wanted the world to believe was the truth—that he was the strongest. When, in reality, now you know that he is far weaker than you could imagine.
Raphael feels your legs shift between his as you try to get out from under him and sit yourself up. You move to sit on your knees, mirroring him, and meet him almost at eye level. A warm smile crosses your face, a flicker of understanding and reassurance that plays across your eyes. In that moment, Raphael feels this genuine connection—like a bridge forming between the vulnerable part of himself he just shared and the understanding in your eyes. Your acceptance brings an unexpected comfort, soothing a part of him he hadn't thought anyone could touch.
“Even if you don't believe you are enough, Raphael,” you say, reaching up to take hold of his face, “you will always be more than enough in my eyes. I think you're perfect, Raph. And I really mean that. Even if you don't.”
“You… you do?” Raphael asks, his words faltering at the awareness of your touch.
You nod in response.
“I do. I think you're the strongest,” you say, both your eyes and hand falling to his chest to caress the top of his plastron.
“I think you're the bravest,” you add, trailing your fingers towards his shoulders and down his arm. Your eyes follow their path. Raphael shudders under the light touch.
“...And I think you're the kindest out of anyone I know,” you say, punctuating it as you let your fingers slide over the palm of his hand and attempt to entwine with his. Raphael’s breath hitches as he feels you take his hand. It's awkward, given the size and difference in number of fingers, but something about it has him feeling hot; his heart beating faster as your eyes reconnect with his.
He swallows hard, glancing down at your lips and half-lidded eyes. 
Licking his lips, Raphael can't help but wonder what yours would taste like against his. No one had ever spoken so fondly about him, much less touched him so sensually. Yet here you were, the girl he saw as a cherished friend, holding his hand and offering all the praise he had longed to hear.
“You…” He says, breath caught in his throat, “how long have you…”
Without care to finish his question, Raphael leans down slowly, closing the space between you both. When he's just a few inches from your face, he sees your eyes fall shut as you tilt your head up towards him. Sensing he needs to do the same, he closes his eyes, and awaits the touch of your lips.
They're soft. And warm.
Your lips linger against his for a moment and pull away with a subtle smack. Raphael’s head is spinning, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through him as his eyes lock with yours. His heart pounds heavy in his chest, and the world seems to stop for what feels like an eternal yet fleeting moment. Your gaze holds his, resonating with the feeling of your hands still touching him, leaving Raphael feeling breathless.
“This is how I feel about you, Raph,” you say softly, “how I’ve… always felt about you.”
Raphael's stomach drops at the words. Was this real? Were you really here? On his bed? Confessing your ‘more-than-platonic’ feelings towards him?
He prays to God he didn't just faint in the Dojo from exhaustion.
“I… I never knew…” He manages to say in response. “Does this mean… you love me?”
“Woah, there cowboy,” you say, “love is a pretty strong word to start. I have feelings for you if that's what you're asking.”
“Feelings…” He echoes.
“Feelings. For you.”
“Feelings… as in…?”
“As in…” you say, leaning closer once more, “I want to keep… doing things… like this…”
Closing your eyes, you press a kiss to Raphaels cheek. Through your hands, he can feel your blood pumping hard, sensing your nervousness through your rapid heartbeat and coloured cheeks.
Oh… he thinks, feelings as in ‘this’.
Fuck it. 
Dream or not. Raphael was enjoying this too much to care.
“Then… is it okay if I…” Raphael says, leaning down towards your face again and whispering, “...do this?”
His eyes close as he plants a soft kiss against your lower lip. Every nerve in his body is on high alert, and he’s now unsure whose heartbeat it is he can feel through his palms.
“You can…” you whisper, “...if I can do this.”
Leaning back up towards him, Raphael senses your bodies mirroring each other as eyes close and heads tilt, anticipating the connection. Your lips meet his, only this time there's greater confidence between you both. It starts off tender, and soon builds in intensity as both hunger and arousal burns in Raphael’s lower body; he's sure you feel it too. 
Your mouth parts as your tongue slides out to glide across his lips, coercing them open. He lets them part, giving way as his tongue meets yours. Savouring every taste, feeling every breath of hot air as you each part only for a second to breathe, he thinks of nothing but you and this feeling.
Raphael feels himself slipping from reason, the urge to push you back down onto the mattress is made a reality before it can even filter through his thoughts. Your back hits the bed as he moves on top of you, lips parting only for a moment before he dips down to rekindle the kiss. It's music to his ears when you moan heatedly against his mouth from the feeling of his hand combing through your hair. Wanting to touch you - to feel you more - Raphael snakes a hand down to your waist, feeling your back arch upwards in response as if your body were crying out more, more, more.
Just then, a new sensation hits him as his tail pulls between his legs, brushing against the inside of his sweatpants.
Raphael pulls back, his eyes blown wide from the feeling. In that same moment, there's a loud BANG BANG BANG against his closed door, causing his heart to stop and his whole body to freeze.
“Damnit, Raph!” Leo yells angrily from the other side of the door. It's followed by the sound of metal and fabric hitting the floor out in the hallway. “Pick up your damn clothes for God sake! I'm not your freaking maid!”
Raphael waits as still as a statue as he listens for the sound of Leo storming back off down the hallway towards the bathroom from where he assumes he had found his discarded clothes and gear. He blinks, refocusing on the image of you beneath him, lips wet and slightly swollen, face flushed, and pupils wide with desire.
He swallows hard.
“I… uh… I should probably get those clothes before Leo comes back and actually opens the door to tell me off,” Raphael says.
“Right…” you whisper breathily, “I… should probably get going home now too…”
Raphael watches as your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, sketching the curves of your body into the very depths of his mind as best as he can. While tonight may not have been the night for you both to take this further, if you were to leave him like this, tail tucked and ready to go, he would at least burn the image of you into his brain - the feeling, the smell, the look on your face right now - all of it… for later.
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Till death do us part (Wooyoung)
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He was Obsessed No- infatuated and needed to remind you that you belong to him & him only.
Pairings; Yandere!Wooyoung x Fem!Reader
Genre; smut
Notes; rough Sex, spanking, choking, possessive Wooyoung, Size kink, knife play, dirty talk, jealous Wooyoung, he’s got a big dick, aggressive woo, blood warning too, a threat is thrown, face fucking.
Please do not read if this stuff is triggering, you’ve been warned. MINORS DNI ‼️🚫
TAGS: @abby-grace @skzvcr @sugarnspice630 @soobiverse @dizmo
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“I’ll kill him, and when I’m done with him he’ll be begging to be put out of his misery”
He came into your life like a warm sunny day, one that would completely change into a storm later on. Wooyoung was absolutely lovesick, infatuated and completely obsessed with you, not once did you even know that he knew more about you than anyone ever did. The two of you met during winter, he was being bothered by a bunch of men trying to be hard asses and you couldn’t help but get in the middle of it to help. Wooyoung could handle himself, he knew that but when you- a stranger, went out of your way to defend him, his heart skipped a beat. Wind running through your hair, his cold body instantly heating up like a hot pack, it was love at first sight though for him and not for you. If anything you were just being a polite civilian, it was meant as that and nothing more but Wooyoung deluded himself into thinking that you two had crossed paths because it was fate. “Thank you.” Although his lips were curled into a smile, his eyes said much more “oh, it’s really no problem. Next time I’d be careful walking in this neighborhood it can get pretty rough.” Your words bounced around his ears, the sound making him shiver in absolute bliss, you got him good and didn’t even realize it.
From there things took a change, it went from a small crush to something completely obsessive and dangerous. He followed you home everyday, learned your schedule, eating habits, your likes and dislikes, everything but you could never understand that him ‘casually’ bumping into you wasn’t a coincidence but something entirely on purpose. His life was empty before you came along, and since then you two grew closer and closer, eventually getting together for a committed relationship. Now what exactly caused you to get in the situation you’re in now? The answer is simple, you let someone flirt with you instead of putting it to a stop. Wooyoung had pushed you onto the bed, before you even had time to react your hands were already tied and pinned above your head “woo, why are you so upset?” Expecting an answer but instead all you got was an enraged groan, woo’s teeth clenching so hard that if it were any tighter they’d break “did you like his attention?” He slipped your skirt right off of you and pushed your legs apart, not giving you ample time to cover yourself out of embarrassment “I don’t understand..” he smiled “well then let me refresh your memory.” He Holds his knife between his mouth and pushes your panties aside, with the knife now back in his hands he softly drags it across your folds without actually cutting you. It made you suck in a breath, legs starting to tremble “The guy at the ice skating rink, the one who tried to hold your waist numerous times, even with me around.”
It had all came back, hours ago when you and Wooyoung were out on your weekly date a guy kept interrupting the two of you and attempting to separate you from Woo, he flirted non stop but you did nothing to stop it. Even if you did try that would count as some form of attention so if anything it was you trying to ignore him. Still you should’ve walked away because standing there was only pissing off Wooyoung and you could tell he was trying to act very relaxed despite the fact that he was probably seething on the inside. “Woo, I was ignoring him..” well you did sort of like the attention, you’d never admit it though. “Yeah? Laughing was ignoring him? Patting his back was ignoring him too I’ll bet?” He continued to drag the knife into various parts of your body, dick hard and pressed against his boxers, eyebrows furrowed in anger. You were shivering with fear, and embarrassingly enough your pussy had started to get wet, god why the hell were you getting any sort of enjoyment from this. “Don’t i treat you like a princess? No a queen? Don’t you love being with me? I give you everything and this is how you want to behave?” He growls, ripping your underwear clean off which made you gasp, it was definitely going to leave a slight bruise later “I have no other choice but to remind you that you belong to no one else but me, no one else can make you happy like I can.”
Placing the knife on the nightstand his tall frame towered over your small frame, lips immediately moving in to taste yours. While you moaned into his mouth, his hands made their way down your leg and stopped at your inner thighs. You whined but that only caused him to grab a fistful of your hair and yank it slightly “I don’t think I remember asking you to speak.” You winced in pain, teeth clenching and eyebrows furrowing, this was the aggressive side that you didn’t often see because usually you never did anything to get into this situation, but the possessive side was a common occurrence, one that could either be cute or completely deranged. He sucks and bites at your bottom lip, fingernails digging into your thighs so much that it drew blood. You should say something but the pain was actually really euphoric and you never exactly expected yourself to enjoy it. You opened your legs wider and Wooyoung licked his lips “fuck, are you enjoying this? It’s supposed to be a punishment.” He couldn’t help but smirk, of course you’d enjoy it, he had you wrapped around his finger and if he didn’t the two of you wouldn’t be in this position right now. He slides his finger across your slit and uses your juices as lubricant, stuffing your pussy full with three fingers. He shoved his fingers in and out, his pace getting much faster and aggressive, finger rubbing circles on your clit. Whenever you’d try to close your legs he would pin them back open, watching as your mouth sat agape, pretty moans bouncing off the walls, it’s a shame if he wasn’t so pissed off he’d love for you to come all over his fingers.
Just when your stomach became tight, it seemed like your orgasm was going to crash against you but it never came, well you never did. His fingers that were once going at a relentless pace had stopped and he pulled them right out. You tried to claw at him but you were given a cruel reminder that your hands were tied together and that only frustrated you. Just then his face was hovering over yours, eyes burning holes into your skin, a smile that most normal people couldn’t see as anything more than. His eyes Had no depth but all you could see was your reflection in them, which said a whole lot “if you ever let someone put themselves between us again I’ll..I’ll get rid of us both. would be a shame having to paint this pretty skin in blood but I swear if I can’t have you, no one can.” That last part came out as a whisper and it made your heart pound rapidly in your chest. He rolls you onto your stomach and sits down on the bed, pulling the upper half of your body onto his lap. Your chest was resting on his knees whilst he rubbed a hand on your bare ass, you knew where this was headed but there was no way to prepare for it. You didn’t know when his hand would come in contact with your ass and how hard it would be, his bigger frame meant he was able to manhandle you and he was heavy handed. “Need you to count every slap and if you stutter even once we’re starting back from one, alright?” You nodded as an answer but he only gave you an open palm slap right on your ass which makes you cry out in surprise. “I need to hear you say it baby.” “Ok I’m sorry..” Fuck the worst part was that he didn’t even list how many slaps he’d do, this was going to feel endless. You sucked in a breath and after just a few seconds you felt another Slap which counted as the first. “One!” You tightly shut your eyes and bit your lip “oh good, good that one was clear let’s see if you can keep that momentum.” Another slap “two!..” by now you were sure that despite it being two your ass was probably red and if he kept going which he most likely will, it was sure to be bruised too.
Too caught up in your thoughts he surprised you with another slap but this time you did stutter which had you whining. “Oh, that’s a shame you didn’t even make it past two.” Tears rolled down your eyes as he rubbed your butt, for that moment it felt nice, but was very short lived as his hand slapped your ass again “one!” You said through clenched teeth to prevent yourself from stuttering “tsk, I would prefer for it to be a bit more clear but at least you didn’t stutter.” Another slap “two!” Another “three!” That continued 7 more times until you were practically sobbing and he flipped you around with a look of sympathy, it was crazy how good he was at mimicking other people’s emotions he was so quick to match how someone else was feeling. “I know baby, but you did well yeah?” He nodded as praise but Your cheeks were sore, any small gust of wind from movement had it stinging and right now being flipped onto your back wasn’t helping. Your pussy was aching, begging to be full and fucked out, but he wasn’t giving you what you wanted at all. “Fuck, need to be in your throat.” Without even a second thought he slipped out of his boxers and you watched as his cock bounced out and slapped against his lower abdomen, twitching and leaking with precum. He was big, not even normal or average, we’re talking so big that the first time the two of you had sex he had to stretch you out for awhile and even that didn’t help much. Though now your body is used to him, your pussy couldn’t get enough of his size and sucked him in every single time.
He untied your hands and with your newfound freedom you took that time to rub your cheeks to soothe them before he ultimately took control again. “Get on your back and let your head hang off the bed.” Despite the pain you were all Too eager to please and did what you were told to do, head hanging off the bed and staring up at him. He looked at you for only a second before adding a pillow for neck support and for elevation, still that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have to go onto his knees for this. Knees hitting the floor, he grabbed your pretty neck and held it, cock sliding on and off your face as he rutted his hips up “shit.” Any sort of stimulation was getting him off right now but he needed more. He tapped your lips with the tip of his cock which signaled for you to open up, which you did, letting him slide his cock in until it hit the back of your throat, it was so thick that you could see it form a slight outline on your pretty little throat. Realizing that this position wasn’t good enough he sat up slowly and placed his knees bent and against the bed for support. Holding your neck a bit tightly as he began fucking into your throat, he didn’t even start off slow he went in relentlessly, using you to get off without a care in the world.
His lips parted, grunts and groans coming out, it was kind of hard to breath which had you attempting to breath out of your nose, eyes tearing up and spit gathering at the sides of your mouth. “Look at this pretty mouth, all mines, only I can use it like this no one else.” All that came out was a throaty moan, before he pulled out and came all over your face. He grabbed a rag and cleaned you off, “woo, please.” “Please what?” “I won’t let someone flirt with me again, I promise please just touch me..” your words came out much more desperate than you wanted but you got the point across. He loved hearing you call him by nicknames, calling him by his full name when it wasn’t necessary made him feel like there was no more closeness and all he wanted was for you to have eyes for him only, to love him until the day both of you inevitably die. Little did you know he was plotting, he let that guy get to him so much that while he was removing your shirt and sucking, biting on your nipples caressing each part of your body he was planning different ways to make that man disappear. To him it’d be very easy, after all he’s gotten rid of every single love rival in the past, wether it be by death or simply just changing things around in their lives which gave them no choice but to move away forever. He knew he had you down on lock “Ok Baby, if that’s what you want.”placing you down onto your back near the bedpost, he strips you completely discarding your clothing onto the floor and pins your legs to your stomach giving him wide access to everything. If there’s one thing Wooyoung loved it was to see your face, never did he do positions where he couldn’t see your flushed face contorting, unless it was something you requested. He did like the occasional doggy style but really that’s only if the two of you happen to be in tight corners or a space where you could potentially be caught.
“Do you love me?” The question took you off guard as you weren’t exactly in the right read space to process any coherent conversation, but you leaned up a bit and made eye contact with him. “Of course I do, what would make you ask that?” He had this look on his face, a look that meant he knew what the answer would be it’s just that he wanted to hear it. “Good,” he stuffs two fingers inside of you, scissoring and brushing against your g-spot just to be sure he’s loosened you up enough, but also because he enjoyed watching you squirm under his touch. You wanted him to just quit the foreplay and get a move on but you weren’t the demanding type, especially not with him. Lips parted you moaned and he seemed to be entranced, eyebrows furrowing, eyes never leaving yours. He leaned forward and marked every part of your neck, even down to your chest because he was fully aware of the fact that you liked to show a bit of cleavage when you dressed up. These marks will let the whole world know that you were off the market and that’s exactly what he wanted. “Gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember him. I’ll make sure you don’t remember a single bit of your interactions.” You had no doubt that he meant every single word that came out of his mouth, he never lied. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed all the way in without warning. It’s a good thing you were prepped beforehand because like you said he was huge and filled up every single crevice. You loved it, the feeling of being so stuffed with every inch of his cock, loved the way it twitched and the way his precum would slightly paint the inside of your walls. Loved the way his cock would somehow get bigger and there wasn’t even much room for you to clench around him. He had completely bottomed out, his cock reaching as far as it could go, the outline could even be seen in your stomach every time he slowly thrusted into you. Lips parted, he’d basically whimpered and pushed his face into your neck-you’d completely forgotten that he could get like this, just clingy and whiny, you’d forgotten because he was always so dominating in bed. “Fuck, Y/n your pussy is fucking amazing.” He moaned praises into your ear and when he felt like there wasn’t enough eye contact he would grab your chin and force you to look at him. You couldn’t be much of a shy person because woo wouldn’t give you the opportunity, you had to look at him and he had to watch you break.
By now his slow thrusts had become much more faster and harder as he pounded into you, hand still gripping your chin so that you couldn’t look away. His other hand pinching and pulling at your nipples and just feeling up your tits. To him you were basically a fucking work of art, he adored every single thing about you and never once had any complaints. He made it a point to compliment every part of your body and really just made you feel wanted and appreciated. That alone had your swollen cunt begging for him to breed you full. God you needed it, you wanted it, never did a man fuck you this well-sure he’s absolutely insane but when you’re getting fucked this good and being treated like you’re the only thing that matters in his life it’s easy to look past it. “Ah woo, right there please keep going.” The nickname had him grunting, cock damn near about to burst “say it again, god please call me woo again. Please.” “Woo, please I’m so close.” He let’s go of your chin and holds both of your legs together, cock slamming past your walls, he’s so close all he needs is a few more thrusts. He would’ve loved to drag this out but hearing your pretty voice call out for him has his head spinning. You’re 100% sure that if these walls around you could talk they’d tell you to keep it down because right now you were being so loud, though not on purpose. You felt your lower stomach start to cramp up and eventually your orgasm crashed over you, Wooyoung completely losing it because he could feel you clenching so tightly around him. “Fuck,” “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He opens your legs in order to interlock his hands with yours, pinning your hands to the bed, thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic. You whispered praises in his ear and encouraged him and soon enough his seed was spilling inside of you, a desperate whine managing to slip out of his throat. Almost immediately he slowly pulls out and pulls you closer to him, needing to feel every inch of your body even after sex.
Still even though he was feeling absolute bliss he still felt some sort of anger but not towards you. “I’ll kill him, and when I’m done with him he’ll be begging to be put out of his misery” you looked back at him and rubbed his head in order to soothe him “you said you wanted me to forget him right? I think you should do the same.”
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timidpumpkin · 9 months
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Little Light (Stucky x reader)
Part 4: Retribution
Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader
Word count: 5.8k
Summary: While you're left feeling hopelessly confused, it's clear to Steve and Bucky that you have a lot to learn about being their good little girl.
Warnings for this part: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Forced age regression, DDLG themes, Female reader, Manipulation, Violence against reader, Being tied up, Hints to sexual themes, This one's dark folks, Mean Steve and Bucky, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI
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Warm. 
The cozy temperature surrounding you beckons you to sink further into its comfortable drowsy feeling. It feels nice–good. It’s comfortable as you pull at the blanket wrapped around you to cover the cold tip of your nose. 
When you do though, adjusting as you move, adrenaline rushes through you. 
All sense of tranquility leaps out of your body to be replaced by standing hairs and cold blood as you realize you’re not napping in your bed. 
No–you’re napping on your capture’s lap. 
Hazy memories from just a bit ago replay in your mind. The picture they paint is fogged up by an overcast of intense emotion. 
Worry. Fear. Shock.
The panic you felt is now an almost disembodied ghost, content with hiding in the closet as it knows you can’t handle its presence anymore. 
Not right now. 
It would be too much. Your body and mind having already fought till every single cell within you is doused with exhaustion. 
The wispy wave of relief you felt–feel–now molds into another feeling. It rips the comfort your body so desperately clings to at this moment of peril and unkindly reminds you that you shouldn’t have let your guard down. 
But you did. 
You–as you see it–involuntarily allowed the very person, no, the very people who have snatched you, took you from your, albeit, unexcitingly ordinary–but otherwise stable–life, to soothe the very predicament they have forced you in.
As you recall their hushed voices anchoring you, steady hands smoothing your trembling ones, and sweet comfort that you somehow found in their pacifying of you, the one emotion you painfully feel now is…embarrassment. It aligns with disgrace you feel within yourself for giving into…this. 
You stiffen, body frozen in place as you become acutely aware of your situation again. Both the larger reality of being held hostage, and the other–ever so slightly smaller issue–that currently places your head nestled right in your captor’s lap. Bucky’s lap.
This is what you found so comforting in your sleep state? 
Head wedged exactly between his legs, resting heavily against his lower half. Your hands curled up. You stare at them. They lay right in front of your view. Almost too close to your vision where you watch them resting, palms nestled down between his thighs.
But it’s not just your position. It’s his too. One of his arms is resting against you, draped over your side, his hand sprawled just at your navel, adding to the welcoming warmth you felt upon waking up. The other, languidly stroking your head with his thumb. 
It’s an intimate position–close–in more ways than one. It’s not one you should be in, it’s not one you’re in voluntarily–despite what your last memories torturously remind you.
“You get enough sleep there, princess?” Bucky’s voice calls. You haven’t spoken a word but he must be able to tell you’re awake. Whether it’s from how your muscles have tensed, or the way you’ve been holding your breath since, is unknown to you.
You can’t see him. Your eyes are too intensely focused on how your hands rest with faux intimacy at his thighs and the realization of how long you’ve been in this position makes your lungs feel as if they don’t work anymore.
“You really scared Dada you know,” he moves his hand from your navel to caress your arm as he lends forward a bit to get a better view of your face. Still, frozen in place, you don't meet his gaze. Your self-preservation response only knows how to freeze now as you don’t move, but keep looking forward, completely unsure of how to tackle the situation you’re in. 
Waves of memory come back to you. It’s blurry as you remember how scared you were. You remember how Steve calmed you. How his voice led you to placidity. How could that be? It’s what led you to the position you're in now.
Vulnerable. Again. And yet, you let it happen. 
But you didn’t, no–you couldn’t–you don't remember exactly with anxiety fogging up your memory. 
You knew one thing for sure; you couldn’t give in. 
“Not going to ignore Daddy now, are you?” Bucky questions, taking his hand to your chin and facing it upwards so you’re looking up to him. Somehow, it’s still shocking how large he looks. You feel as though you've somehow been shrunk down a third of your size when looking at him. His hand is mostly just ghosting your face, guiding it up as he looms over you, one cheek smooshed against his navel now as his hand remains on the other.
“Hmm?” he questions, his pointer finger tapping methodically on your cheek, prompting you to answer. “Don’t tell me you forgot your manners already now, doll.”
“I-I wanna go home,” You try to sit up, not exactly sure why you said that, as recent events have told you already it’s not what he wants to hear. But you’re just not sure about anything at the moment. He looks at you with a displeased look, face dropping into an unkind frown.
His hold on you tightens; his forearm presses down on your chest lightly, silently reminding you that trying to move would be a bad idea. You don’t fight it, knowing you wouldn’t be able to succeed in getting up even if your life depended on it.
“You are home.” he declares curtly, before swiftly picking you up, dizzying you as he turns you around. You feel as though you’ve barely blinked before you’re in the new position. Your back is to his stomach as he situates you on his lap. His right arm wraps snugly around your waist, firmly securing you against his body. His left hand reaches in front and clasps around your cheeks, the cool metal instantly raising goosebumps on your once warm face as he slowly tilts your head back and forth for you, forcing you to look around the room. 
“You see all this?” he lilts with a scolding undertone. “This is your home. All of it.” he pauses before–somehow–squeezing you closer to him. He brings his head to the side of your ear. His chest flush against your back, engulfing your body, and encapsulating your very being with how he maintains his grip on your face. His breath dances lightly against your ear as he speaks, adding to the chilling feeling overtaking your insides.
“Now what would you call a house where two Daddies take care of their little baby?” He speaks in a low, hushed tone. Not a sweet one–like the hushed subdued one Steve used on you just hours ago–No, Bucky’s tone is polar to that. It’s mocking, and sardonic as you can almost feel the smirk gracing his face without even looking at him. It’s as if he’s asking the most rhetorical question known to man. “Hmm?” 
You feel your own breathing pick up. It becomes evident with how every millimeter your chest moves, your lungs have to fight against the pressure of Bucky’s heavy arms around you. Your mind is blank as fright starts to fill it instead. How were you supposed to answer that? 
When you take too long to respond, Bucky promptly pinches at your side and simultaneously squeezes your cheeks harder, causing a retaliatory yelp out of you. 
“Ah! I-I don’t know!” you squirm around at the pain that certainly doesn’t help you think. 
He promptly covers your mouth with a shush, his sizable metallic hand swallowing up your face as you squeak dully now into his solid palm. 
“No yelling now, doll.” He turns your face towards him so he can look at you as he speaks. He glances quickly at the closed bedroom door before looking back at you. “Answer Daddy’s question.” He directs, “I know you’re a smart girl.” he grins at you, and though–in most contexts–that would sound like a compliment, his tone is decidedly condescending as he continues. “But I’ll repeat my question, just in case my silly little girl forgot.” he smiles snidely at you for a brief moment before continuing. “What do you call a house where two Daddies take care of their little girl?” He says the question more slowly this time, eerily calm but just as patronizing as he goes.
You stare at him with wide eyes as he carefully removes his hand from your mouth. He doesn’t have to speak the words as his eyes alone tell you not to yell again. His fingers remain on your face, retaking their previous position of gripping your chin as he looks at you expectantly.
“...home…” you breathe meekly, voice almost cracking as you do, hoping that was the right answer. 
“Good girl,” he roughly pats at your cheek with a slightly more authentic smile. “that’s exactly right.” he praises. You then hear some movement coming from the bedroom. Bucky glances that way before speaking to you again with a stern glare in his eye. “Now when Dada comes in here, you won't say any of those silly little thoughts, will you?” he asks presumptuously. You shake your head agreeably, and when Bucky’s head tilts with a clench of his jaw, you answer promptly out loud.
“Yes, Daddy” you quiver. He smiles at you, and as if on cue, Steve emerges from the door. There's a towel around his neck and he ruffles it around his hair before spotting you, his face lighting up when he does.
“Hi there angel,” he beams and leans down to you, instantly taking in the sight in front of him. 
Your adorable frame sitting atop his partner's lap. You looked so perfect right there. As if you were the last puzzle piece missing his entire life, now fitting together so seamlessly that it just looks like a painting. A beautiful one. Steve isn’t sure how they went without you before. Your soft face still holds a frayed look. His poor girl. He was hoping a little bit of rest would ease your frazzled little mind.
“You feeling a bit better after your nap?” Steve asks with a loving tone as he carefully picks you up from Bucky’s lap. He situates you so that you are on his hip, one arm supporting your bottom with legs wrapped around his side as he guides your arms around his neck. You fit so nicely around him like this. He almost wishes he could stop time and freeze this moment forever. Being able to hold you like this, he’s never felt so whole, so complete. You feel tense in his arms, but he knows one day…that won’t be the case. You’ll lean fully in, wholly relying on and giving yourself to them both. He’s eager for every moment leading to it and each subsequent instant after. 
Steve’s cold and wet hair tickles your arms. Being so close, you can’t help but notice the crisp comforting aroma that emits from his warm skin. 
For some reason, you look to Bucky as if he holds the answer to Steve’s question. He just glares at you with a slight scowl that dares you to misbehave before standing up after too long of silence on your part. 
“She’s still feeling a bit confused.” Bucky caresses you, palm enveloping the side of your face. “Huh, doll?” 
“Awh…” Steve joins in on stroking your face by soothing the back of your head. “well that’s okay angel. Babies get confused so easily.” he says with that underlying patronizing but sweet tone he uses. “Why don’t you let Dada check you, huh?” he asks while looking you up and down. You then feel all blood draining from your face as your eyes go wide, having no idea what he means by that. 
You look between him and Bucky frantically as Steve gently grabs one of your hands from behind his neck. You instinctively try pulling away but his grip tightens before you’re able to. 
“Now now, don’t be scared,” Steve assures sweetly, a stark contrast to the death grip on your hand. “Dada just needs to look at those pesky little marks we had to leave on you last night,” he explains while unraveling you from him and setting you back down on the couch where he kneels in front of you. Your body trembles in anticipation–for what exactly, doesn’t matter. 
You can’t control it as he diligently peels your socks off and rolls your leggings up to look underneath. He takes his time tracing the deformed marks with his fingertips, lifting up your ankles as he goes before making his way to your arms. He tugs on them gently in front of you and repeats his previous examination as if he’s mapping out every little laceration. “You don’t want any more of these…do you, babygirl?” Steve lilts, an ever so slightly threatening tone lacing his otherwise calm voice as he presses his fingers down, digging just harshly enough into where a bruise must be forming and causing you to jolt at the pain.
“Ah!-n-no!” you yelp pitifully quick at the discomfort.
“No…what?” Steve prods with false grace before pressing harder into your skin.
“N-no Dada!…ah!...please.” you shakily breathe the last word with a plea, pathetically pulling on your arms that don’t move an inch under his hold.
“Good girl,” he praises with a mischievous smile, and unclenches his painful grip, but doesn’t let go completely, instead, keeping a firm hold on you. 
He steadily lifts your wrists up…to his lips. They ghost your skin as he glints at you with a soft smirk before placing slow…slow kisses along the marked-up lines. 
Warm lips meet the welts that are painted all across and up your arms from where you were bound–corporal reminders of what disobeying meant–he trails each one of them, dragging his lips and dousing each inch of burning skin with tender kisses, his grip remaining its powerful hold so you remain immobile. 
When he makes his way to your upper arm, you physically resist from full-on screaming. A quick glance to Bucky with your sorrowful eyes reveals no mercy from him. He just glares at you, a deadpan look on his face but a teasing smirk in his eyes that dares you to make a noise. 
Steve lifts his head up to face you after planting his last kiss on your upper arm, just a hair's breadth from your face. Your head has already pushed itself back as far as it’ll go as the rest of your body is ensnared by his that hovers atop yours. Thick air surrounds you as your trembles turn to full-on shaking, watching him as his eyes don’t even meet yours. His blown pupils are intensively fixated on your lips now.
They look so soft.
Time itself seems frozen, all except a slow-motion icy droplet that falls from the tips of his hair. It lands atop soft cotton, dampening the fabric on your chest that ripples chills throughout you. He follows it, dark eyes lowering to where sensitive skin is hidden by the dainty onesie Bucky dressed you in earlier. You feel heat taking over the arctic sensation within you as he looks at your body with what you can only prescribe as desire–want.
But to your–very minuscule–relief he looks back up to your eyes, and gives you a quick smile, before leaning back on his knees again in front of you with a satisfied smile adorning his face.
“Might take a while for those to heal up,” he remarks, “but don’t worry, Daddy and I will give them lots of kisses to help them heal.” he smiles at you. 
“What do you say, doll?” Bucky speaks up, crossing his arms. 
A confused and worried look that causes your eyebrows to furrow comes over your face, unsure of what he wants when you’ve barely gotten your heart to stop pounding from the previous predicament.
Bucky decides–for now–he’ll key you in. Mostly because he doesn’t like seeing his Stevie all upset when you don’t do as you were told. 
He mouths a “thank you” with a cock of his head motioning towards Steve below him. 
“Th-thank you…D-dada” you squeak, voice uncontrollably shaky. 
“Oh, such a good girl. My good little girl,” Steve beams at you before standing up. “Oh…poor thing,” he remarks while looking down at your trembling form. “You must be freezing,” he states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Dada will go get you a sweater. Stay right here,” he instructs before trailing off. 
When he comes back, there's more than just an extra garment in his hand. 
“Now later you can play upstairs all you want, but right now,” he speaks while setting down a few colorful-looking books and a box of crayons on the coffee table. “Daddy and I need to watch you and make sure you stay safe,” He then motions for you to move your arms up so he can put the sweatshirt he brought for you on. He carefully moves your arms and head through the holes and then leads you to the coffee table. “You can color as long as you like, angel, just make sure to tell us if you need anything, like water…or juice, okay?”
You nod your head complacently at him while he holds your hand looking down at you.
“Okay-I mean-I-yes…Dada” you fumble before kneeling down on the carpet yourself in front of the variety of coloring books. 
You don’t want to color. But–genuinely–what choice do you have? You could protest, but it wouldn’t lead anywhere beneficial. 
You scan the playful books in front of you, trying to find some solace in the fact that maybe focusing on this would at least mean less nerve-wracking interactions with…them. 
It shouldn't matter–which picture you settle on–with your brain still rattled from before, only you can’t help but feel choosy about the drawing you pick. You flip through the books, dog-earing the ones that pique your interest before settling on a foresty scene that depicts two large sleeping wolves and a little rabbit nestled right in the middle. 
For some perplexing reason, the crayon box decides it doesn’t want to be opened by your frail fingers. Steve quickly notices your frustrated struggle with it and instructs you to hand it to him so he can open it for you. You groan at the box and mutter something about how you ‘got it.’ 
You don’t see his eye squint and eyebrow raise as he watches you fumble with it for a moment longer, but you do feel him taking the box from your hands. 
“I don’t want you hurting those precious little fingers of yours now,” He smoothly opens the box and hands it back to you with a pet to your head. 
At some point, Bucky notices your tired posture and offers you a pillow to sit on before moving the coffee table closer to the couch so you can rest your back on the cushiony sofa. He moves it effortlessly as if the table wouldn’t break your back if you tried to move it. 
You mumble an assenting “thank you daddy” to which Bucky responds. “You’re welcome, sweet girl” with a wink and you withhold from sticking your tongue out at him.
Either one or both of them remain in the room with you for the rest of the evening, checking on you every so often. You attempt to keep your attention on remaining within the lines when you color, but you can’t help the way your unnerved hands still shake, causing you–to your annoyance–to occasionally strike outside the lines. 
By the time the sun has long set, and the only thing illuminating the paper in front of you is warm artificial light, you find yourself yawning with your head sideways on the table as you color. Whiffs of savory smells dance through your nose as Bucky has been in the kitchen for the last little bit preparing dinner.
“Getting sleepy babygirl?” Steve asks, peering down at you and your drawings. You shrug your shoulders, unsure of which answer would allow you the most leniency. 
“Oh, that one is just perfect,” he remarks while bending over and picking up the forest scene you colored first. It was hidden amongst other drawings that you had shuffled to the side. He holds it up and takes a good look at it. “You did such a good job,” he compliments. “I think this one deserves a place on the fridge” he boasts.
You turn your head back and watch in curiosity as he really does make his way to the kitchen and secures it with a little magnet. He stands back and smiles in satisfaction while you go back to coloring, feigning that you never even noticed the proud expression radiating off his body, and positively pretending that your insides didn’t go soft for a brief moment watching him. 
Steve and Bucky chatter while setting the table. You try to tunnel in on their voices but you can’t exactly make out what they’re saying as they speak quite lowly to each other. 
Steve makes his way to you and takes your hand to guide you to the table. He sets you in the seat furthest away from the door as they both sit rather closely to you–practically trapping you in. You poke at your otherwise appetizing plate as you have little desire to eat with your stomach still turned in tangled knots. 
They both encourage you to eat throughout, but you only manage to get a few bites down. Neither of them look particularly happy with you and your full plate. Nevertheless, they stop pushing after a bit and share a knowing look that you can’t make out the meaning of. 
You huff a quiet sigh of relief when they take your plate and start cleaning the kitchen, silently feeling as though you won this trivial round of control.
Bucky catches you from the corner of his eye as you take it upon yourself to get out of your chair. He tenses, preparing to snatch you before you can move until he realizes you’re only going to the living room, opposite of where the front door is. He decides to just watch you for a few moments as you go back to coloring with criss-crossed legs.   
Innocent little thing. His naive little doll shading away, having not a clue in your pretty little head of how erroneous it was to make your own decisions like that. It really was much too soon for you to truly understand what consequences will come when trying to think for yourself. He can’t exactly blame you though. His poor little baby had to do it for so long before they found you. It’s probably why you’re benignly coloring away with not an idea in your head of what’s really in store for your life here. Such a sweet, sweet little girl they had. All to themselves. Forever now.
He observes how you ferociously analyze and juxtapose the colors before you, even testing them on other miscellaneous paper before choosing the right one for the job. 
He already knows you better than you can even comprehend. He knows you’ve likely already thought you’ve gotten away with it.
“What do you think you’re doing little girl?” Bucky’s scolding voice startles you, causing you to jump a little in your spot. After just a second, he roughly yanks you up by your arm, spinning you around to face him as he holds you. “Did Daddy tell you you could leave the table? Hmm? Did Dada?” he fumes, the sudden escalation in action and tone making you want to just cry. 
“I-I-” you fumble, squirming uncomfortably below him. “I thought-”
“Oh I don’t think you were thinking anything in that silly little head of yours,” he chastises while pinching one of your cheeks harshly with his free hand. “And did you really think you could get away with not eating?”
“Ah!-” you fight, struggling against him, confused and disoriented on why he’s suddenly being so harsh when you thought you were off the hook. 
“Hey-hey, it’s okay,” you hear Steve speaking up behind him. “Let me talk to her Buck,” he says, allowing Bucky to let go of your arm and cheek. You tearfully rub at your hurt cheek while Steve kneels down to your level. “Sweet girl…remember yesterday when daddy gave you apple juice?” he asks, circling his hand behind your ear and gently cupping the cheek that Bucky previously inflicted harshly. You nod smally, glancing away around the room as you recall the unfond memory of being bottle-fed against your will. “Good, then you should know that little girls need their nutrients. And that means no skipping dinner,” he explains with a kind voice that makes you feel as if he's quite literally talking to a child.
“I-okay…Dada” you add, grateful for Steve at least being gracious enough as to not yell at and pinch you like Bucky just was. 
“Good girl,” he smiles at you before telling you to sit tight on the couch while he goes to get your dinner. You sit there, a bit perplexed on how he planned on giving you a meal when you’re pretty sure you saw Bucky scrape the remnants of your food into the trashcan. 
Steve returns with no plate in hand and sits a bit away from you, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion until you see it. 
You watch in horror as he reveals a milky white bottle that he shakes in his hand while speaking to you.
“Come here,” he beckons, patting his spacious thigh. You grimace at the granule liquid that swirls around in the bottle, not unlike the one Bucky used on you yesterday. If you didn't know better–which you don’t–you’d say it quite literally looks like baby formula.
“Uhm…I just…” you trail off, trying to come up with a reason, any reason not to be literally bottle-fed like you were yesterday. “I’m-I’m really not hungry-my-my stomach hurts,” you reason clumsily, but truthfully as well since the only thing filling your stomach right now is queasiness. Most of it coming from your situation, but the grainy texture swirling around in the bottle certainly doesn’t help your appetite either. “And-and I can just eat the other stuff,” you add frantically while looking back to the kitchen and wringing your hands.
“Now this is going to help my sweet girl feel a lot better and sleep real tight,” Steve remarks, completely ignoring your words and requests. 
“I-I said I'm not hungry.” you say a bit louder, but with a mild tone as to not sound too combative. 
“And I said this will help you sleep,” he asserts while dabbing the tip of the bottle on his wrist. “Now come sit on Dada’s lap,” he demands while patting his thigh again. You shake your head while subtly scooting away from him. 
“Mmm-mmm” you hum a no while sliding back even further. “Please, I don’t wan-”
“Did Dada ask what you wanted?” he cuts you off with a cock to his head at you. “No,” he shakes his head, answering his own question patronizingly. “I didn’t. You don’t get to decide what’s good for you. Only Daddy and I know that. Now I won’t ask again. Come here. Now.” he insists sternly. You debate quickly in your head, weighing out your limited options. When you still sit there not moving an inch, Steve sighs and reaches for you. He grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.
“No!” you say in response to the action. He’s not necessarily yanking or being particularly rough, but without thinking, you push back at him, your free hand overshooting and accidentally hitting his shoulder. Of course, it’s like you’ve hit a brick wall, the small action hurting your wrist much more than it likely hurt him at all. But something about it felt…cathartic. And something inside you just…snaps. 
You had played nice all day, letting them hold you, touch you, kiss you. Hell–you even sat on the floor for hours and colored while wearing a onesie. And now he wanted to bottle feed you actual formula. You had to draw the line. 
You couldn’t give in. The silent promise you made to yourself earlier rings in your head. You weren’t going to drink this stupid bottle.
Steve still has you in his grasp and is pulling you closer to him so that you can be in his lap. Only, you take this opportunity to fight. Hard. 
With all the strength you have, you wrench yourself back. Steve quickly encapsulates both your hands, making you feel as though you’ll sooner break your own wrists before you ever successfully free yourself from his grip. You take it upon yourself to switch strategies, maneuvering yourself into a position where you just start kicking at him feverishly. It felt childish. It looked childish. But you didn’t care right now. You weren’t going to play along any longer. 
You realize halfway through your nonsensical thrashing fit that Steve is likely just letting you play this out before he decides he’s had enough. He decisively stands up, dragging your combative form with him as he roughly swings you up to throw you over his shoulder. You still fight him, your flailing is joined with nonsensical shrieks as you lash out on him physically and verbally. Steve holds you down atop him firmly while hauling you upstairs. Before you realize it, you’re roughly tossed down into a mattress. The otherwise compliant spread hurts you on impact from the height you fall from. Your swirling vision from being upside down and lack of oxygen in your lungs from screaming leaves you disoriented until your dazed eyes focus on structured parallel bars. 
Steve’s thrown you into the very crib he showed you just hours ago. 
“That’s just for when you’re feeling extra little,”
You instantly try to stand up only for Steve to effortlessly push you back down, sending you to roughly bounce on your bottom. You clumsily try to regain your balance and breath while Steve reaches for something besides the crib. Before you know it, Steve’s grabbed both your hands and starts heatedly tying them together. Tightly. He ensnares your fingers together and weaves the rope around every inch of your digits up to the middle of your forearm, completely restraining the hands that fought him. 
You try getting up again only to find it’s surprisingly hard to move with your hands bound in front of you. 
He mutters to you something about ‘not moving’ while making his way to the end of the crib. He abrasively yanks both of your legs down to the edge of the caged mattress and begins tying those together too. You flail hopelessly, hurling unkind words at him while he secures your ankles to the bars, completely immobilizing the legs that were just unabashedly kicking at him.
When you finally catch a glimpse of Steve’s face, his expression is unforgiving. Furrowed eyebrows highlight his intense dark focus as veined arms secure you to the crib.
Steve straightens himself up and towers over you from beside the crib. He just watches you until you decide to give up on fighting, realizing you can’t free yourself from your binds. Your anger slowly turns to just pure sorrow, as you find yourself crying hot tears into your already burning face. You murmur pointless cries asking over and over again to just be let go…
“Angel…” Steve says softly, his features appearing less angered now, but still unhappy nonetheless. “I’m going to give you one more chance,” he kneels down, leveling himself with you from outside your confines. He reaches through the bars and caresses your rope-covered hands. “If you do what Dada says, then I might go easy on your punishment,” he slides his hands up, open-palmed, slowly inching his way to your face. He lingers on your throat for a moment too long before laying his hand across your cheek. “But that’s only if you stop being a bad girl…is that what you want?” he asks patronizingly, with a cock to his head, faux sympathy lining his tone. “You want Dada to treat you like a bad girl?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, heavy tears pitifully falling as Steve watches you. He doesn’t catch them as he awaits your answer that doesn’t come. 
He then tries to give you the bottle from before again but you only resist. Shaking your head and crying profusely while mumbling sorrowful nonsense.
Steve sighs, and hangs his head. He doesn’t enjoy seeing you like this. He wants to hear you laugh. The same laugh he heard over anything else the first night he found you. He wants to see you smile. The same way you beamed at him that night he helped you find your way back. He wants to draw you close when you fall asleep next to him. The same way he’s watched you fall asleep all by yourself for months. He wants to replace the teeny little thumb you always stick in your mouth when you think no one is watching with his. He knows you want this. He knows you need this. 
But it’s obvious his poor girl just doesn’t understand that yet. 
Steve knows babies have a hard time listening when throwing tantrums anyway...  
For now, if you won’t listen, he’ll just have to show you. 
“My sweet girl…” Steve grabs your face, turning it towards him. “You just won’t learn unless Dada shows you, huh?” he releases your face dismissively and stands up. 
“If you want to act out…” he speaks while reaching across the crib above you, 
“and think you’re a big girl…” he lifts something weighty that’s attached to the top of the crib, 
“that’s fine,” parallel bars intrude your vision of Steve from above you, 
“But this is what happens when you act like a bad girl.” Steve’s voice turns more ireful with every word he speaks, as he works his way around the crib, latching multiple locks together that you hadn't noticed before with increasingly aggressive force. 
“You get treated like one. Bad girls get left all alone by themselves without Dada. If you really want Dada to let you go. Fine. You’ll stay right here until you understand what it means to listen.” he slams the last latch shut.
You barely have time to process his words while your wobbly vision interprets what’s happening above you. By the time you comprehend that there’s a top to this ‘crib’ that Steve has locked you in, he’s already left the room, truly isolating you.
Anguished sobs that were falling on deaf ears during Steve’s spiel to you now meet the equally deaf silence of the room itself. 
The only sound that accompanies you now is your own cries, echoing back pitifully to you from the horizontal bars above…
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# synopsis ; sfw and nsfw headcanons pt 2 yippee 🎉
# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader
# word count ; 646
# tags ; nsfw further down “keep reading” (mdni)
a/n ; i’ve had hiccups throughout writing this entire thing and i’ve been miserable
sfw
he has a specific look for you. every picture you’d ever see of him and a fan that he was guaranteed to have flirted with, he never looked at those fans the way he did at you
the way he looks at you like you hung up every star in the sky regardless of the situation, “absolutely enchanted by your beauty,” he’d say when you asked him why you kept catching him staring
y’all look like this religously: 👁️👁️ 👀
he always goes over the top for getting you gifts for events but he never understands what is “too much” and maybe for valentines’ day or something he bought you a fucking mercedes and dior like it was nothing
my gut feeling is telling me that he genuinely loves traveling so much, and for him to be able to travel and sightsee with you is extremely intimate to him
horror movie marathons where he puts on the most gruesome, gut wrenching movies not only cause he likes them but because he gets to be gripped on by you when you get scared
even if that means you nearly dislocate his arm
he’s a lana del rey and norman fucking rockwell girlie (now i’m just projecting my bad)
group conversations with the band, you, and him might be the brightest you’ve ever had cause it’s every single time that you barely even start talking, within minutes it gets difficult to breath cause you’re laughing stupidly hard at tom’s jokes
the type of guy that sits on your bed in your room and just lovingly stares at you as you go on with your life, but the way he looks at you when you’re getting dressed up a little for an event is SOOO🧎🏻‍♀️
domesticity looks so good on him. the few times that tom has woken up before you have (which is very few because he’ll stare at you till you wake up), you’d walk into the kitchen to see him making you a small and simple breakfast just to get your day started
branching off of food, he pays EXTREME attention to everything about you, to the point where he’s memorized an elaborate coffee order and when would be a good time to order it just for you
nsfw
you two fuck like bunnies, the walls vibrate every time you’re both in the building and you both have definitely caused an earthquake
he got jealous when he found your vibrator and swore that he hated it knowing that it got to touch you before he did, but him and the vibrator became great friends when he was using it on you while you two fucked 😇
i’d say usually till you’re both crying but that takes like 5-7 rounds average. every single time.
he has this thing where he’s entirely willing to get off just by grinding on you which comes very handy when you’re on the tour bus (assuming bill didn’t make you get another way of transportation just to make sure you two wouldn’t raw dog on the bus)
do you understand how many quickies you get on a regular basis. in the venue bathroom, their dorm living room while everyone is away doing something, i really meant it when i said like bunnies
he’s so fucking loud?? moaning and groaning into the air and he’s not even inside of you yet
say hypothetically those dick piercings he constantly mentions were, i don’t know… authentic…. he takes great pride in the pleasure it gives not only him but you, especially you
omg he’s DOWN BAD for marking like he loves constantly giving you hickeys or biting you but when you give him hickeys or bites he goes into cardiac arrest
it makes him feel closer to you somehow, probably cause he sees the marks as personal and reinforces your guys’ relationship to him
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a/n ; multiple things, 1) thank you so much for 110 followers??? i swear to you i was at 13 5 days ago thank you so much wth 2) working on a request from my inbox next, stay put for that 👍
© ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO VICKYZANGELS. do not steal, repost, plagiarize, or use my work for anything.
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rosekiller microfic band au pt3
heyyy pt3 is here yayyy
I haven’t rlly read it thru again and I’m feeling pretty tired today so if there’s a quality dip that’s why but also we have some nice Barty POV which I find easier to write sooo balances out ig
also we have some Marlene in this one (u can thank @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl because I wasn’t gonna put her in but she loves Marls [not that I don’t] to and yk she’s the boss so 🫡🫡🫡 Marlene is in the fic and I’m actually glad bc I love her part in this)
oh also Reg is autistic in this [in my mind] so when I mention him wearing headphones it’s bc he wears headphones on public transport/often in public/during gigs to help block noise <3
oh also all the skittles have matching nail polish and little tattoos on their wrists (idk if I actually mention it here but just so u have it in ur mind)
Tags for ppl that (I think?) wanted to be tagged <3 : @depressedtheatrekiddo @blu3stars @picklerab23 @lady-stardust-incarnate @always-reading @no-names-work @y0url0verb0y @2bluetwo85 @idk-what-to-put-here-123 @weirdtinkerbellversion @lulublack90 @nikholascrow (please please do tell me if you don’t want to be tagged bc idm and obviously won’t be upset but I just don’t want to tag ppl that don’t actually want to be tagged so I’m just sort of guessing by who commented last time so um yeah)
Link to previous part
link to part one
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(Cw: lil bit of homophobia in here sorry)
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By the time the train arrived at their station both Barty and Evan had dozed off. Arms wrapping around each other, bodies curled into one another like a jigsaw puzzle. Evan didn’t wake up as gently as he fell asleep though because he was woken by Regulus kicking his seat aggressively. Once he finally opened his eyes he turned to face him. He was wearing his headphones, big and black originally but covered in splodges of spray paint from when Barty had offered to ‘customise‘ them for Regulus. He’d pushed them back though, now that the majority of people has filtered out of the little compartment.
“Hurry up and get your stuff.”
Regulus ordered before following Pandora and Dorcas who had already left.
Evan turned and tapped Barty gently to wake him up. Then when that didn’t work he shook him till he opened his eyes with a start. 
It took Barty a moment to realise where he was but even once he did he just grumbled.
“Ev don’t make me get up, please.”
He pouted, eyes wide and dilated in some kind of cheap attempt at cuteness.
“Come on you know you have to get up baby- Barty!”
Evan gaped, realising his mistake just too late. A slip of the tongue and he’d gone and fucked everything up.
“D’you just call me baby?”
A grin spread on Barty’s face and he poked Evan gently and laughed.
“You’ve been single too long Rosier.”
“You- you’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad, baby?”
Barty winked, clicking his tongue as he got up and shuffled past Evan with a wicked smirk.
•••
Barty was going insane. 
Evan had called him baby. Baby. And fuck his reaction had been visceral. But like…in a good way? It made him want to bite down on something hard but that thing was the muscles on Evan’s arms. Or bruise something but that thing was Evan’s neck…with a hickey or two. 
Something about the way it had slipped out so naturally, so warmly. It just made Barty’s heart flutter. Made him want to grab Evan and shake the sense out of him enough to like Barty. Something along the lines of ‘kiss me, ruin me, dear God I’m begging you.’ Ah well, nothing you can’t really do about these kinds of situations except get on with it. Lying was something Barty had gotten very good at from a young age and not stopped since. Some might call it acting but those were the types of people who were just trying to convince themselves they were good and moral. Barty didn’t really care enough about that kind of stuff to bother. White lies this and how it contrasts with malicious lies that, like someone trying to section off a gradient in two. You can’t, it’s all the same monochrome blur in the end. 
Barty was lost in this little daydream when he heard Pandora roar.
“WHAT?!”
Now Pandora didn’t often roar, maybe laugh maniacally every now and then yes, but yell? Scream? That was never her type of thing. Save for some rare occasions that Barty could probably count on one hand. Pandora yelling meant it was time to stop daydreaming about Evan’s curls or Evan’s hands with their chipped green nail polish or Evan’s fucking tight t shirts. Yeah time to stop thinking about that and listen up. So he did.
“I do not intend to offend anyone by it.”
Riddle raised his hands up defensively with a cheap sleazy smile that immediately made Barty dislike him.
“I’m just saying that this venue prides itself on a distinct lack of…untoward behaviour. It’s not a massive deal, I think your lead and backup singers can use separate microphones for two nights of a six month tour. 
“What the fuck man?”
Barty stepped forward immediately hands curling into fists, Riddle was pretty short, he could definitely take him if that’s what it came to.
“Barty stop, that isn’t the right way to solve things. Come on let’s just- let’s come back later ok? See if we can talk to someone else, not this piece of shit.”
Dorcas spat out the last three words as she pulled Barty back to the group.
He was going to argue till he felt Evan put a hand on his shoulder, instead he just left Evan guide him away after the rest of the group.
“We’ll figure it out ok?”
“Fucking- Ev we can’t play there. They’re fucking homophobic.”
“Barty the O2 has been your dream since-“
“I DONT BLOODY CARE!”
“Barty shut the fuck up. I said we’ll talk about it and we will, we will figure it out but stop acting like a goddamn CHILD.”
Barty looked over at Evan who had his teeth bared, slightly wild look in his eyes. He was seething too, clearly. Just more mature than Barty.
“Ok, yeah.”
He breathed in.
“I’m sorry Ev.”
“Hey it’s alright. It’s just important the band shows a united front against this you know? We can’t split up or in fight because then, well then we all lose.”
“Yeah. Yeah you’re right Rosie. But we will do something.”
“I promise you they’re not getting away with this.”
Evan nodded. He tossed a hand over Barty’s shoulder, pulling him in just a little bit closer as they walked. Barty wasn’t complaining. 
•••
“You don’t get it Marls, we can’t just not play the O2. We’d lose way too much money off it, probably too much to be able to continue with the rest of the tour. Plus venues will think we’re unreliable and might cancel or pull out. Riddle is such a fucking dick, he only told us when we went there for a tech practice literally today.”
“Fuck yeah that’s shitty.”
Marlene was sat next to Barty on the floor of his hotel room, helping him repaint his nails. The entire band had them matching, a bright toxic green, his had started to fade though. 
“What if you just…ignore them? Do it anyway?”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like they can drag us off stage mid performance.”
“Not without exposing their homophobia.”
“Still…I wanna make a statement. Something big you know? Show them they can’t straight wash us.”
Marlene looked up at Barty, eyes twinkling mischievously.
“I might have an idea then.”
•••
Evan was sat in an alcove in the hotel corridor watching Regulus patiently braid and unbraid Pandora’s hair on the sofa opposite him. It calmed them both down whenever they were stressed. And Barty and Marlene, locked up together in Barty’s hotel room. Both raging homosexuals dead set on never following rules talking amongst themselves just before the biggest gig of the band’s history? Yeah that was a reason to be stressed. That’s when he heard the tell tale clump of Barty’s docs down the corridor. And he was walking with purpose.
As soon as he came into view Evan noticed the way his eyebrows were knotted together yet his eyes were glimmering with excitement. Evan had no clue what Barty was going to say next but it wasn’t that.
“Marlene thinks I should kiss you.”
Barty announced and Evan dropped his jaw, staring at him agape.
“What?”
“And I agree with her.”
“What?”
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pt4 probs gonna come soon bc I swear this fic has a life of its own
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Henry Blake in 'The Interview'
In 2006, Larry Gelbart wrote dialogue imagining Trapper, Henry Blake, and Colonel Flagg had featured in the M*A*S*H episode 'The Interview'. Here is Henry's, with the original available to read here via Google Groups.
REPORTER: How does it feel, having the responsibility for saving such a great number of lives? HENRY: We just take ’em one or two, sometimes maybe twenty at a time. The big trick is not to start thinking of ’em as numbers – as just so many stats that go into a report that winds up in somebody’s filing cabinet under “out of sight, out of mind.” You’ve gotta always remember that what you’re dealing with is hurt people, people that have been run over by a war. REPORTER: And not just – HENRY: You gotta remember to take a peek at the odd dog tag now and then and remind yourself that that dangling leg or busted gut you’re going to try and put back together again is somebody’s dad or son or boyfriend – that all that blood and guts soiling your linen belongs to somebody that’s got a name attached to him.
REPORTER: You can’t afford to lose your sense of humanity. HENRY: There’s just so many senses you can lose over here. REPORTER: Humor not being one of them, obviously. HENRY: Around here laughter’s just crying without the tears. REPORTER: You have a family back home, sir? HENRY: In Bloomington. The one in Illinois, not in Indiana – unless things have changed since I went away. REPORTER: You keep in touch with them, of course, your family. HENRY: We write, we phone. Far apart as we are, I don’t think we’ve ever been closer. REPORTER: Would you like to say hello to them on television? HENRY: Be better if this was kissovision, but, yeah, can I? REPORTER: Go right ahead. HENRY: Lorraine? Hi, honey. Hi, kids. I got your report cards this morning and I had Radar go out post ’em on the bulletin board here so everybody can see why I’m so darn proud of you. Especially how you’re doing in math. You must get those brains from your mom. Got to be. Old as I am, I still don’t know how many tens to give someone for a five-dollar bill. (TO REPORTER) Thanks. REPORTER: That it? HENRY: That’s it. (TO CAMERA) Except I’m counting the days till we’re back together again. REPORTER: You have any idea when that will be? HENRY: I try not to have too many ideas. There’s always someone who ranks you who’s sure you’ll agree he’s got a better one. REPORTER: When you do finally get home, what are you going to tell your children is the biggest lesson being over here has taught you? HENRY: To always try to work things out, I guess. Whatever those things might happen to be. You don’t make your point killing the other guy. Even if you do it’s kind of wasted if the other guys not around to get the message. REPORTER: You seem – if all may so, Colonel – you seem near exhaustion. HENRY: What I am mostly is tired of being tired. We’re supposed to be a hospital but it’s more like a chop shop around here. We’re up to our elbows in people that other people are doing their best to chop down. REPORTER: That doesn’t lead to a lot of sleep, I would imagine. HENRY: I used to think of sleeping in terms of hours. How many did I get last night, how many will I get to steal tonight. I’m down to minutes now. It’s like somebody broke one hand off the clock. REPORTER: Does that ever affect your performance? HENRY: I fell asleep a few weeks ago in the middle of resecting a patient’s bowel. How’s that for exhausted? REPORTER: Does that fishing hat mean there are those times when you do get to get away from it all? HENRY: What it means is that I have to fish for those times. And let me say, the biting’s pretty poor. REPORTER: Business is too good around here. HENRY: Let’s just say it takes a whole lot longer to take a bullet out of a belly than it does putting one into one. REPORTER: Thank you, sir. HENRY: Can I say one more thing? REPORTER: Of course. HENRY: I just want you to know we all here are grateful for this visit you’ve paid us, this attention you’re paying to the job we’re doing. You get the feeling sometimes, being over here that, aside from our families, we’ve kind of dropped off the planet, that we’ve been kind of disinvited to the party – like everyone back home is busy living their real lives and for us to give them a call when we get back to town. (TO REPORTER) That sound too preachy? REPORTER: It sounded just fine, Colonel. HENRY: Henry. I’m a lot more a Henry than I’ll ever be colonel. REPORTER: Thank you, Henry. HENRY: Tell me the truth: didn’t that feel better? REPORTER: You’re an excellent doctor. HENRY: Hey – that’s why I’m over here getting 300 hundred dollars a month.
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Once Upon a Time 1
Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: Andy Barber
Part of the Bookstore AU
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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You don’t mind working evenings during the week. In the hour before closing time, it’s pretty slow. There isn’t much for you to do much follow the tune of the instrumental jazz and lean on the counter behind your till. Management is hidden in the back office so you don’t even need to pretend to work.
So it is that you’re startled at the unexpected figure strutting around the table of stationary and novelties across from the checkout. You stand straight as you smile at the man, not letting it falter as you recognise him. You brace yourself and swallow as your mouth runs dry. He’s been here almost every day this week; at least, when you’ve been in.
“Oh, uh,” you don’t notice anything in his hands aside from his cell phone, “Mr. Pine isn’t here, sir. I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t reply until he’s at the counter. His blue eyes bore into you as he rests his hand against the edge, gripping his phone tight. A small furrow scrunches between his brows.
“I didn’t ask,” he smiles.
“Well, er, sorry, I thought…” you chew your lip nervously. Each time he’s been in, he’s asked for the store owner. You assume he knows him. And he’s of the demographic who likes to make a fuss when he doesn’t get what he wants. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“You shouldn’t have,” he agrees, still grinning.
You squirm and run your fingertips over the keyboard. “Well, is there anything I can help you find? We’re closing up soon–”
“You’re trying to get me to leave?” He challenges.
“Not at all,” you croak. “Sorry, sir.”
“Andy,” he pulls his hand away, instead crossing his arms and leaning his elbows on the counter. He reads your name tag, “it’s fine. I was just looking around. Figure a book might help keep me busy.” 
He has a very intense way of watching you. Very on the point. He speaks directly to you, but you’re more the type to focus above someone or past them.
“Do you have a favourite genre?” You prompt. It’s easiest to talk about work and you have a dozen suggestions.
“Not really. You know, I work a lot and I never really had a chance to read much outside of deposition records,” he shrugs and raises his eyebrows, “don’t make my mistakes. Don’t waste your life working overtime. Enjoy the small things. Like books, you’re never gonna find a fairytale in real life.”
You feel a bit bad for him but try not to show it. You don’t want to insult it and he seems to pendulum between amiable and unapproachable. You nod and put on your customer service smile.
“Oh, thanks, I guess you’re probably right,” you eke out, “do you like thrillers? They’re pretty popular and we’re having a special.”
“Hm, I suppose that’s somewhere to start,” he rubs his beard, the hand clutching his phone against the counter as he leans on the same elbow, “what do you read?”
You give your usual answer, vague and not entirely false, “fantasy, mostly.”
“Like The Hobbit or whatever?” He wonders.
“Sure, I’ve read that,” you say.
“My wife– ex, now, she was a Tolkien fan,” his lips slant, “twenty years, no kids. Got nothing to show for it.” He pushes himself straight, “I’m sorry, you caught me on a bad night. I, whatever you suggest, I’ll take it. I need something to get my mind off of… everything.”
“Oh, sure, well, we have our best sellers down here,” you point over the counter and the racks between each till, “Conrad’s always a good choice.”
He hums and backs up. He peruses the books silently as you twiddle your fingers impatiently. You’ve had awkward encounters with customers before, almost daily, but something about him is a bit too cringe for you. You hate to even think like that. You feel mean. He’s just going through some things. And who isn't?
He plucks up a book and comes back to your till. He lays it down and slides his phone into his pants pocket, then reaches under his jacket. He takes out his wallet and pauses as he unfolds it, “wait, do you get commission? I could grab a few more.”
“Um, no,” you login and scan the barcode on the book, “but there’s a survey on you receipt. If you fill that out, I get credit for that.”
“Oh, sure, a survey,” he agrees as he slides out a card.
“And did you have our rewards card?” You ask.
He shakes his head, “what’s that?”
Great. You peek at the time in the corner of the till screen. It’s getting close to closing.
“So, for purchases you collect points. Kinda like air miles. When you buy items that are part of a promotion, you receive double, and for prestige members, there are triple point days. You can collect points to earn store credit.”
He nods and considers it. He tilts his head as his cheek dimples, “so, that costs money?”
“Yes, twenty-five dollars for paperback level and forty for prestige.”
He weighs the options. You expect the amounts to deter him like most customers. He taps his card on the counter, “you know what, I’ll do the forty. I’m looking to get into reading so I’ll be back for sure.”
“Oh, uh, right, okay,” you say with surprise, “I’ll just get you registered.”
You reach past the till and grab one of the cards displayed behind it. You scan it and go through the whole routine; name, phone number, email. You get all his info in and offer him a bag before you turn the debit machine towards him. He taps his card and the approval chirps loudly.
“Great, so, if you wanna do the survey,” you say as his receipt prints out, “you can scan this QR code and it will direct you straight to the survey.” You tear off the receipt and circle at the bottom, “my employee number is here, you’ll have to enter that and the transaction ID.”
You fold the receipt and hand it over. He takes it and looks it over with a squint. He raises his chin and gives a half-smile, “um, this QR thing? How do I… I’m sorry, I’m a bit slow. Could you show me?”
You want to say no. You want to point to the clock and tell him to have a good day but he’s actually going to do the survey. You need a good review.
“Sure, um, I’ll show you. Just on your phone,” you step closer as he digs his hand in his pants pocket, “let me see the receipt.”
“Thank you so much,” he says, “you’re so patient with me.”
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parkersbliss · 2 years
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Hi I request a five x reader were the reader has a mix of black canary’s powers and Wanda maximoff powers love you
i love this character with all my heart now and I love you for requesting this <3333
Good Use | F. Hargreeves
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pairing: five hargreeves x reader
wc; 1K
warnings: violence? hate love relationship lmao, sexual innuendo
synopsis: five is just so incredibly insufferable all. the. damn. time.
a/n: I refuse to believe any relationship with five isn’t like this; five is “aged up” in like 16ish cause 13 is weird 👍
requests: CLOSED
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“The kid wants coffee, black,” Five said with a smug smirk.
You roll your eyes as Five soaks in his pride.
“And you?” The lady asks.
You wave her off. “I’m okay, thanks.”
She just nods, turning to the man beside Five. “Cute kids.”
Five smiles, and you elbow his side when her eyes widen and she backs off. “Cut it out with the smiling. It’s creepy.”
“You think me smiling is creepy?” Five deadpans.
“Terrifying.”
It’s Five’s turn to roll his eyes before he stares down at the counter. “I don’t remember this place being such a shithole. I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sister and eat donuts till we puked. Simpler times, huh?”
You want to smack him upside the head. He looks sixteen for god sake.
The man hesitates with an answer. “I suppose.”
The lady comes back, her name tag reading Agnes, and hands the coffee to Five and the pastry to the man.
“I got his,” The man offers, paying Agnes.
Five blinked in surprise. “Thanks.” His eyes drift towards the man's shirt, “You must know your way around the city.”
The man chuckles. “Hope so. I’ve been driving this for twenty years.”
“Good. I need an address.”
You raise your eyebrows in suspicion before grabbing Five’s coffee and drinking some of it for yourself. The hot liquid runs down your throat, bitter. You can feel Five’s glare at you, but you only shrug before setting the cup down.
The man gives Five the address he was looking for before walking out.
Five takes back his coffee, staring into it and taking another sip.
“Did you want more?” He offers.
“What?” You asked. “Did you poison it in the five seconds you’ve had it?”
Five just scoffs. “You probably poisoned it first.”
“Oh, please,” You sigh. “If I wanted to kill you — and I do — that’s hardly how I’d do it.”
“Let me guess,” Five hums. “You’d slam me up against the wall without even moving a hand.”
You grin. “One of many different ways.”
“I’m starting to see how this whole smile thing is creepy.”
You open your mouth to reply when the door to the shop opens. You and Five remain still as he looks to the bell for the reflection.
“Get ready,” He whispers under his breath.
Four gunmen approach the two of you, the barrels all pointed at your heads.
“Hmm, that was fast. Thought I had more time before they found us,” Five said, facing you.
“Okay, so let’s all be professional about this, yeah?” One of them speaks up. The one on Five’s side. “Both of you, on your feet and come with us. They want to talk.”
“I’ve got nothing to say," Five said as you asked.
“Why don’t you deliver a message for us?”
“It doesn’t have to go this way. Think I want to shoot two kids? Go home with that on my conscience?” He replies.
“Well, I wouldn’t worry about that,” You said absentmindedly, finishing off Five’s coffee, earning a kick from under the table that has you biting your lip.
“You won’t be going home,” Five finishes for you. He grabs a butter knife, disappears into thin air, and reappears by the gunman closest to him, stabbing him in the neck.
The gunman next to you is about to pull his trigger, and you just tilt your head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
You blink, sending him flying across the room.
“Hey, assholes!” Five calls out, following with a whoosh.
You take that as your cue and crack your neck as gunfire explodes. A ball of energy forms in your hands, and you send it directly at the person to your right before propelling yourself up and grabbing their head, dropping to the ground, and hearing a sickening crack. More bullets fire your way, and you easily block them and send them elsewhere. Out of the corner of your eye, Five salutes behind a glass window and vanishes.
He reappears inside, grabbing the leg of a broken chair and piercing a man as your eyes glow red and you throw another man over the counter and into the donuts. One of the gunmen grabs Five, and you easily deflect a ball of energy his way, and he falls on the table. Five, undoes his tie and wraps it around their neck, yanking hard.
Two more guys come in, and Five shouts at you over the chaos.
“Hey, (Y/N), wanna make some noise?”
You quirk an eyebrow at him, kneeing the guy in front of you and slamming him down on the table.
“Preferably now!” Five shouts, ducking.
“Cover your ears,” You said.
You open your mouth just as Five vanishes. You scream, watching in slow motion as the last of the men fall to the ground. Blood pools from their ears and noses, all the glass in the room shattering.
Five reappears next to you with a smirk. “Putting that mouth to use, huh?”
In one quick motion, you thrust out your hand, and he’s pinned to the wall. He coughs, clawing at nothing as you cross your arms in front of him.
“You are absolutely insufferable,” You seethe.
Five kicks his legs out, choking out a few words. “Same goes for you.”
You wait a few more seconds before releasing your hold, and he falls to the ground, gasping in breaths.
“Next time, I’ll blow your mind,” You whisper down next to him. “I’ll show you putting my mouth to good use.”
Someone groans next to you, and in a few seconds, your boot finds home on their neck after crushing it.
You grab the tie left after Five’s attack, returning in front of him.
Five, now on his feet, raises a questioning eyebrow, and you don’t say anything, just fix it back around him.
He smirks as you step back. “Putting those hands to good use, huh?”
“Shut up.”
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f!reader is the goddess of love (aphrodite) and kakashi is a mortal. reader is obviously very old (godcore) and kakashi is in his canon age in naruto (27). im tagging @zorosdimples bc this is also partially another birthday present for her LMFAO. love u!!!!!!! wc 1.7k
divider thanks to @/saradika 🩷
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You kneel near a red rose bush, delicate petals fluttering around on one of the last warm breezes of the summer and brushing over your exposed arms. It isn’t much longer that you’ll be able to visit the realm of the mortals in your lightest robes, the ones that hang off of your shoulders in a way that makes you most comfortable. 
The unencumbered feeling of the warmest time of the year still flows through you despite the fact that the sun dips earlier and earlier every single day and verdant green slowly turns to russet and yellow, leaves swaying overhead even in the garden you’re visiting. You glance up from the bush in front of you, red petals dancing and settling across your skirt, and witness them wave to you, as if they’re saying goodbye to you themselves. 
Shaking your head, you laugh and look back down, plucking one of the petals from your skirt and rubbing it between your thumb and index finger. It’s as velvety as you pictured it would be, soft as your skin, and it makes you wonder when the purveyor of these fine roses in tribute to you will arrive to make himself known.
Kakashi Hatake, a man whose likeness lingers in your psyche. You’ve been watching him for years, his offerings growing in both size and intimacy since he was a young man and it would be a struggle to remember the last time you wished to meet a mortal as badly as you find yourself wishing to meet him. You desire to see the man who cultivated such fine roses in the flesh, petting another petal between your fingertips. It’s the least you can grace him with, despite your true intentions being wanting to see this man who has won your affection through nothing more than devotion.
Affection, you think. You are the goddess of the very emotion and this is deeper than simple affection. 
You’re infatuated with him. When you lay with your husband, captor you’re more likely to call him, you think of him. When you wander through the veil of the mortals and gods, which you are, you think of him. His scarred eye that he believes makes him unworthy of worshiping you, the way his gray hair sticks up at all angles on top of his head. 
A sigh as gentle as the breeze escapes you as you sit back and think of the first time you remember seeing him.
It started years ago at the local temple erected in your honor, Kakashi paying tribute with prayer and apples daily after his hunts had finished. He’d leave his bloodied bow and boots at the entrance, propping them against pristine gray marble to stick out like the red of the very roses he now grows in your honor, and enter the temple to kneel at your feet. 
“Goddess,” he asked, his voice carrying the deep timbre of a man.  “I’ve come to request your blessing.”
You granted it without a second thought that day and have since, enamored with the young man asking for you. The man who, over the years, would visit your shrine to read poetry and love stories. The man covered in blood whose heart has always been deceptively tender beneath a scarred and hardened outside, years of hunting beneath the blistering sun for his family, his village, his friends.
It’s time to offer him yourself as tribute to him given all that he has offered to you.
“I was beginning to worry that you’d never arrive,” you finally speak over your shoulder, turning your head enough to watch him approaching where you sit. You hear his footsteps stop, standing in the grassy clearing with his mouth agape. He tilled, planted, and pruned this garden himself - his own devotional paradise to his favorite goddess and here you sit, sundrenched skin and hair and lips. 
Did he die? Is this the afterlife he always longed for, a chance to live without burdensome responsibilities? To be the man he has always been beneath the tarnish of his life?
“Come, don’t keep me waiting.”
You pat the grass next to you, still coyly gazing from above your shoulder blade, and his footsteps pick up once again though slowly. Taking a moment before speaking, he wiggles his hands and fingers to make sure he still has feeling in them. He wonders if he shouldn’t run and hurl himself against the trunk of the trees surrounding you just to ensure he is alive and this is not a dream.
“Was I gored?” He speaks aloud and you laugh, musical and dancing on the wind. Just as he always imagined he’d heard while he spent his time in your tribute. Immediately he notices his gaffe and his face reddens, still walking toward you with his nose pointed toward the ground. He doesn’t notice when you stand, turning to face him while the petals that accumulated in the folds of your robes flutter at your feet.
Oh he has to be dead, he’s just grateful that this is the paradise he has come to live his afterlife in.
“You are alive and well, Kakashi.”
He nods, ignorant of what else to do, and you giggle. Dropping your skirts out of one of your balled fists, you produce a small parchment that you’ve been holding onto for a very long time, the edges worn and bent with the weight of your fingers tracing around the edges. You offer it in his direction and he blanches, noticing the handwriting on the paper belongs to him.
“Do you remember this?” You ask knowing that he does, given the way his eyes drift from the paper in your hand to your face and back several times. It sends a chill through you to see the color of them in person - deep like a stormcloud yet light like the marble of that temple he used to frequent years ago. He’s beautiful and who knows beauty better than you, the goddess of the very concept itself?
“I do, goddess,” he nods and reaches for the parchment, fully unrolling it and letting his eyes rove over his own words. He wrote this 8 birthdays ago, a young man full of love so thick he lived in fear it would erupt out and ruin him like that of a volcano. Hot and searing, melting all left in its path. He sighs, scanning over the poem he knows is less impressive than any you’ve probably ever had written in your honor and wonders why this is the one you’ve kept.
Have you come to punish him for his tributes and their lack in comparison to the others that love you?
“How did you come into possession of this?”
You smile at his question, approaching him with soft footsteps. He’s a hunter, after all, trained to notice the footsteps of prey and predators alike. You want to present yourself as neither as you offer no threat to him. Even if he were to decline your affections, you’d let him live. It would sear through you and you’d imagine his face in place of that of your beastly husband daily for the rest of your days, but you’d understand. A dalliance between a mortal and a Goddess often leads to trouble and this is a man who has always tried very hard to stay out of such affairs.
“I plucked it from the temple myself all those years ago,” you explain, offering your hand to him. His eyes dart nervously again and you reach down to take his hand, rubbing your soft thumb across his calloused palms. 
“Surely this is an illusion,” he whispers, heart beating so rapidly he worries you’ll be able to see it through his worn linen shirt. This man is a hunter, a warrior, a teacher of the youth in his village in the same techniques that have kept them alive for decades and he has been rendered nothing more than an uncertain mess at the sight of you. “This…this cannot be happening.”
“And why do you say that, mortal?”
He straightens his back at the reminder of your place over his own, a goddess in the flesh, holding his hand and tenderly caressing the wound he received while teaching one of the village children to care for his spear.
“Because you are you and I am myself,” he mutters. “This cannot be.”
He watches your lips curve into a smile, hair swaying as you shake your head at his mortal sensibilities to believe he knows better than the goddess he has been paying tribute to for nearly his entire life.
“If you wish it not to be then it shall not be but please consider that I’ve been waiting for you as well before you turn me away.”
Kakashi raises his brow, curious as to what you mean. He says nothing and you take his silence as permission to continue speaking, still smoothing over the creases in his palm with your thumb.
“Consorting with mortals always has a potential cost but I’m willing to pay that to even speak to you,” you purport and his jaw drops again, brows knitting together in confusion.
“To…me?”
You nod, lacing your fingers between his. You do not bristle when he doesn’t immediately grasp you back, willing to allow him his comfort.
“You, who has left me poetry that makes all others pale in comparison. Who planted this rose bush and the dozens of others dotting this garden, felling the thorns as they bloom.”
For a moment he allows himself to embrace the fantasy you’re painting for him. The Goddess of Beauty and Love, pining for him just as he’s pined for you. He has spent many lonely nights in his life dreaming of a blessing from you but never imagined this would be the one.
Your delicate fingers wrapped around his knuckles, your sun warmed cheeks upturned in a smile.
“Come, let’s talk,” you offer, keeping your grip on his hand as the two of you walk toward the rose bush. 
You’re willing to do some convincing if you need it but given the red tips of his ears, you don’t believe it’ll take much.
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hearts aligned
PART TWO
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Summary: He keeps pretending he doesn’t know you and it’s starting to get on your nerves. 
Tags: soldier!fem!reader (call sign “hound”) x ghost (2010 version), childhood friends, grief, smoking, lowkey reader x konig, canon divergence, hurt/comfort(?), barely edited, suicidal implications
Word count: 1.4k
Note: this is kind of the continuation of the konig fic i made with that reader, though not really? like these oneshots r connected but u can still read this without reading the other, but i recommend reading that one first
He was pretending not to know you. 
He avoided your gaze, full of ire and judgement, favoring the sight of the wall behind you. 
“You’re Captain Price?” You’d asked gruffly, trying to stave away the flame that licked at your nerves. “An honor. Didn’t think KorTac would be able to contact you guys.” 
“Could say the same for you, Hound.” Price responded, lighting a fat cigar. “Though I’m more surprised about how yer still alive.” 
Price’s men—all talking among themselves in the KorTac lounge—didn’t avoid your prying stare, nodding to you before turning back to their comrades. 
Ghost hadn’t. He’s not looked at you once. 
Instead, he’s still staring at the damn wall.
“What can I say? I have the devil’s luck. I’ll share my secrets if you ask nicely.” 
Price chuckled. “Keep ‘em to yourself—in any case, how long’re you plannin’ to stay?” 
You were staring fully at Ghost now. 
He’s turned his head, now talking to the Scotsman—Soap, was it? 
“Dunno. Just gonna stick around till I feel like I’ve done my part.” 
“You always been a vagrant? Why not settle down with KorTac—or, perhaps, with the 141? I wouldn’t mind the extra set of hands.” 
“I wouldn’t mind prying my molars out with my own hands, either.” 
He sighed. “I can’t help but wonder what crawled up your ass and died. Even if you’re opposed to the 141, why not KorTac? You even have your own right-hand man trailin’ after you like a lost pup.” 
It was your turn to sigh. “You’ve noticed König?” 
Price leaned against the wall, taking in a quick puff before snorting. “Hard not to when he’s a fuckin’ giant—you don’t seem to mind, though. Didn’t think you were that type.” 
“What type?” You smiled, extending a hand.
He passed you the cigar. His voice lowered despite the fact no one was listening. “The heartless type. You’re humoring the man when we both know you’d sooner die than settle down like that.” 
You took a long suck. It’s expensive—aromatic with clear punches of spice and earth. 
Too expensive.
You handed the cigar back. “I don’t mind the shadow, the sun’s pretty harsh here and I don’t wanna age like a pig.”
“Wrong thing to worry about,” he hummed, lifting the cigar to his mouth once more.
“Let me be a little vain, Price,” you stretched your arms. “In any case, I’m gonna go ‘hit the hay’. Have fun spending the night slaving away at papers.”
“Don’t remind me...” 
You laughed at that. You shot one last glance at Ghost—whose back was turned to you, prick—before heading out of the lounge. 
It was just after a few seconds of walking you heard footsteps behind you. You recognized the light steps immediately. 
Without bothering to turn, you spoke. “Not tonight, König. I’m busy.”
“...Tomorrow?” 
You hated the power his voice had over you—how fucking soft it was. It made you feel bad. Guilty.
You turned around then, offering him an apologetic smile. Under the dim, flickering lights of the hallway, he looked monstrous, but his eyes were warm. “How about the morning, then? We can shoot at the range on the crack of dawn.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled, just enough for you to know he was smiling. “That sounds good, thank you.”
“Now, go to sleep. It’s late.” 
“Yes, ma’am.” 
“I thought I told you before not to call me—”
He’d turned around already, walking off in the opposite direction, back to his barracks. 
I’ll talk to him about that tomorrow. You continued walking, making your way through the twisting hallways until you finally found it.
His room. 
It was an invasion of privacy in many ways, this could get you in trouble in an instant, but you didn’t give a shit. Not now.
Simon’s gonna answer to you, and he’s not gonna hide behind that shitty mask of his. Not now. Not after the past you’ve shared. 
You opened his door with ease, and inside, it was just as you expected: empty, save for the raggedy cot and personal equipment. 
There was a deep shadow cast in one of the shadows just along the wall where the door was. 
Shutting the door, you went to the corner, back pressed against the hard concrete as you just stared at where the door was. 
You were going to stay here till he comes, and you were only going to leave till he answered you. 
Until he finally looked at you. 
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You didn’t know how much time has passed, your brain had been filled with nothing but static and air, but when you finally heard footsteps draw close to the door, you snapped out of your stupor. 
Standing tall, you crossed your arms, staring at the door as it swung open. 
He didn’t notice you—not right away, his peripheral gaze not aimed at the side where you were lurking. 
It was only when he shut the door and looked around the room that he finally noticed you. 
He froze, tired eyes sharpening with ice. 
But he wasn’t looking at you, no, he looked at your face, not your eyes. 
“What’re you doing here?” His voice was cold, callous.
“You know why I’m here, you piece of shit.” You took a step forward, lifting your chin. “Why have you been avoiding me?” 
He snorted. “Didn’t know we were in middle school again—”
“We might as well be with how much of a fucking idiot you are.” You took another step forward. 
He narrowed his eyes but remained as still as a stone. Still, not looking at you. “Well, now I’m here. Happy? Leave.”
“You—fuck, Simon—“
“Ghost.” He corrected coldly. 
“Oh, shut up, you’re Simon and you’ll always be Simon.” 
“You haven’t earned the right to say my name—“
“I earned that fuckin’ right the moment I took in your sorry ass back when we were kids.” Now you were right in front of him, looking up, trying to meet his gaze. 
And he did—fuck, he finally did, and what reflected was an incomprehensible mix of emotions you couldn’t decode—you couldn’t care to. 
Because that wasn’t enough, you realize. You didn’t just want his eyes, you wanted him. 
In hindsight, it was obvious, but at that moment, your rage was numbed by confusion. 
You stumbled back. 
Again, he was unmoving, but his hand had twitched forward.
The movement made you scoff. Your heart was on fire. 
You laughed. It was loud, harsh, grating. “You can’t just—you can’t just spend an eternity with me then run off and pretend I don’t exist—” 
“Then imagine how I felt when I found out the girl who’d been up my ass was not only a goddamn soldier, but one that ran around throwing her life away without even bothering to find me.” 
You froze. 
“You act like I’ve wronged you when it’s the other way around—I knew you, you and your little feats on the battlefield, flaunts of strength as though you had no value. As though I wasn’t a thought in your mind.” 
“I—“
“No, don’t ‘I’, shut up. Selfish little shit—so eager to toss your life, because what?—hadn’t you heard me when I said ‘I want you alive’? Back in your room when you were obsessed with video games and art? When you told me that secret, and I told you mine?” His words were straining, as though he were struggling to spit them out—to piece them together and coherently present them.
As if he, too, had been alight with anger. 
“...”
"You told me to cut off frayed links, and I did just that... so don’t be angry. I just did what you told me to—”
Your arms wrapped around him in an instant. 
Your chest was tight. Ragged. You squeezed the words out, though. “I’m... sorry.” 
Ghost—Simon—whoever this version of this man just stood, still and quiet, even when a part of you broke.
Just as when you were kids, except this time, there was no silent hope for the future, no yearning for a better past, but the cold and unyielding weight of reality slowly encompassing the two of you. 
That weight lightened the slightest bit when he reciprocated, arms around you too.
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vodika-vibes · 3 months
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so first of all, I wish you a very happy anniversary 😊😊💐
secondly, I absolutely adored your last alpha fic, it’s probably the first time a miscommunication didn’t make me want to scream, it was really sweet!
the line „Did you not believe me the dozens of times that I told you that the other night?”really gave me butterflies, so I was wondering if you maybe would write something similar to that with alpha just having a romantic/sappy moment during the night telling the reader his feelings for them….it doesn’t have to be spicy but if it would end up to be spicy I wouldn’t object either because it’s alpha….
so this was really long 😅 if you’ve read till here have a piece of cake 🍰
and thank you 🤗🤗
Sweet Nothings
Summary: You get to spend a lazy evening with Alpha.
Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader
Word Count: 932
Warnings: Spicy right up to smutty, though there's no actual sex
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: Thank you! We went and had a breakfast date the day before so we didn't have to do anything yesterday. Also, Alpha took control of this story and decided that he wanted spice, so here you go.
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The best thing about being in a relationship with a man like Alpha, is that you never have to worry about where you stand with him. Oh sure, he can hide his emotions like a champ, but not with you, never with you.
And on days like this, when neither of you have anything to do, you can spend the whole day lounging in sleepwear and just being you and Alpha, rather than the Doctor and the Captain…well, these days are so few and far between that you’re both softer than you might normally be.
Which is how you find yourself laying on top of Alpha, his hand pressed firmly against the small of your back, as his free hand trails, lightly, across the back of your neck and into your hair. 
You’re dressed down. Very down. In fact, you’re only wearing a thin tank top and a pair of panties, while he’s only wearing his most comfortable pair of sweatpants. You rest your chin on your folded arms and gaze adoringly up at him. 
His gaze is locked on the holo, watching something. You’re not sure what, though by the sounds of it, it’s a documentary about some planet that you’ve never heard of.
“You’re staring, cyare.”
“I can’t help it, you’re just so handsome.”
He glances at you, an amused look on his face, “You’d be the only one who thinks that.”
“Everyone else is blind,” You declare, “And also, good.” You add.
He laughs, “My possessive little kitten,” Alpha coos.
You pout, and then slide up his body slightly so you’re able to look him in the eye, “I can’t help the fact that I love you.”
He hums in return, the hand on the small of your back slides your shirt up, as he strokes your back, “Well, I suppose it’s only fair since I’m just as possessive over you.”
“Yes, you are.” You say with a grin.
Alpha tugs you down into a kiss. It’s soft and chaste, at first, but it never stays that way. And you wouldn’t want it to. 
He uses his lips and teeth and tongue to coax you into submitting to him, and at this point in your relationship you don’t even pretend to deny him. Well, you might sometimes, but not right now.
By the time he breaks his kiss, you’re soft and pliable in his arms, practically purring from the attention he’s giving you. 
“I love you,” Alpha murmurs, as his lips move to your neck and he finds the mark he left there the night before, and he kisses it gently, before moving onto the mark right next to it, “Stars, I love you.”
He finds a spot on your neck that hasn’t been marked, and he takes the time to kiss and suck a mark into your skin, murmuring his adoration of you the whole time. 
You whine, low in your throat, at the sensation, “Alpha-” His name falls from your lips in a breathy moan, and he chuckles.
“Perfect,” He murmurs, “I love the way you moan my name. Should keep you in bed and make you moan like that forever.”
You smile at him prettily, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” A slow grin lifts his lips, and he lightly nudges you so you’re sitting up, and he tugs your top off, flinging it to the side, “How would you like to be tied up tonight, cyare?” He asks, desire heavy in his voice.
Desire shoots through you, “Yes, please.”
“My good girl, remembering her manners.” Alpha murmurs, he sits up, his grip firm around you as you tumble back into his lap, and you gasp when you feel his erection hard against you. He holds you tight against him, lazily grinding up against your core.
You moan and try to grind down against him, you’re not at the right angle for this to be any more than just teasing you, but the way he tightens his grip around you makes you realize that it’s intentionally done, “Alpha-” You whine his name. 
He laughs softly, “Needy little thing aren’t you?”
“Yes!” You pout at him, “Please?”
He lightly pats your ass, “On the bed, sweet girl. And then I’ll decide what you deserve.”
You pout a little more, but obediently you climb off his lap, and walk over to your bed. You pause before you get to the bed, and slide your soaked panties down your legs, and kick them to the side.
“Hm…Good girl, remembering my orders.” Alpha is right behind you, and you lean back against him, another purr slipping from you as he presses a light kiss to your shoulder.
“I can be good,” You say eagerly, “I can be very good.”
He chuckles, and drags his hand down the front of your body, to press the palm of his hand over your cunt, and he applies just enough pressure that you release a mewling noise. “I know you can, cyare. It’s one of the many reasons I love you so much.” He rains light kisses over your shoulder and the back of your neck.
Another mewling moan falls from you, and he chuckles again.
“In bed, cyar’ika. I’ll go and get the binders…and some of your favorite toys.”
You whine, “but I want you-”
“And you’ll have me. Later. First I’m going to spend the next couple of hours remaking you.” He kisses you then, slow and deep, “Unless my good girl has a complaint?”
You shake your head, “No sir.”
He smiles and kisses your cheek, “Let me show you how much I love you.”
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Misc. Tag Game! ✨
thank you for the tags @ronald-speirs @panzershrike-pretz and @sharkboyandlavalieb !!!
Made by the amazing @ronald-speirs 💖
Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?
Hmmm I’m gonna have to go with when my mom, sister, and I all went to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday! It was so much fun and just an incredible experience 💕
Something you’re proud of yourself for?
Probably continuing my therapy journey! I’ve been in therapy continuously since I graduated in 2020 and I feel like I’ve made some good progress! I’m proud of myself for not giving up when things felt impassable
Favorite books?
Soooo i’m not too big on reading but something I will read over and over again is the fruits basket series!!!! That’s the only book series I’ve read in its entirety and I love every bit of it!!!
Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?
It’s not the dart scene at the start of replacements idk what you’re talking about
Favorite thing about your culture?
About being American? I guess just the fact that BoB is American 🤣
When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?
Umm i think in April ‘23?? @dontirrigateme and I had just watched the x-men first class movies and wanted to watch more James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender, so of course we watched BoB… the world has never been the same
Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?
I’m trying to read Ambrose’s book right now, but I have Winters’ Beyond Band of Brothers, Guarnere and Babe’s book, and a couple others on my shelf!! (if anyone finds Webster’s shark book i promise you my first born for a copy of that)
Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?
Oh goodness there’re so many!!! Ummm well right now I’m going thru a Liebgott phase oml the man makes me FOAM AT THE MOUTH so I’m gonna go with when he tends to Talbert on the Night of the Bayonet, like Liebgott is known for his temper and fighting but here (and with Tipper) you can see he’s an absolute SWEETHEART AAAA I WOULD DIE FOR JOSEPH DAVID LIEBGOTT
Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?
I’ve just recently started writing for BoB!! I also have some Pokemon x BoB collages that I’ve made 🥰
Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?
Johnny Depp hands down, and absolutely pirates of the caribbean, it’s just all-around lovely and whimsical and amazing (fun fact till like middle school i had no idea what Johnny Depp actually looked like because my only references for him were Captain Jack Sparrow and Willy Wonka and they just did not look the same to me 🤣)
Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?
I think I’ve said this before, but it’s a quote from my blorbo Vincent Van Gogh, “I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”
Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?
My dad’s retired Navy, so I grew up moving around until he retired when I was about 8!
If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?
ASDFDL I WOULDN'T MIND HAVING A BETA READER
Three things that make you smile? (I’m watching BoB rn so this is about to be BoB momes)
“CURRAHEEEEEEE!”
“We salute the rank not the man”
“I’m John Wayne! The costume department set me up with these nice navy whites, what do ya think!?”
Any nicknames you like?
Honestly I just feel warm and fuzzy when given any nickname, I’ve been called Em, Emmy, Ems, my favorite might be “Yellow,” I’ve had three separate best friends give me this nickname just cuz they associate me with the color yellow and sunshine vibes ✨
List some people you love to see around on tumblr!
ASDJ:LKF THERE ARE SO MANY @dontirrigateme @panzershrike-pretz @ithinkabouttzu @executethyself35 @ronsparky @love--persevering @ronald-speirs @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @xxluckystrike @venus-haze @thicccqueyoongimin @joetoyesbrassknuckles101 @neptunes-blue @ewipandora @hanniewinnix @sharkboyandlavalieb @footprintsinthesxnd @mutantmanifesto @jump-wings @malarkgirlypop @mads-nixon @blueberry-ovaries @coco-bean-1218 @b00ks1ut AND SO SO MANY MORE I'M SORRY IF I DIDNT TAG YOU I PROMISE I LOVE YOU
What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?
Cry and die probably
Favorite movie?
Bohemian Rhapsody, the Mummy, and Pirates of the Carribean, and the Blair Witch Project!
Do you like horror movies? YES!! Especially found footage movies!!
No pressure tags!! @dontirrigateme , @ithinkabouttzu , @executethyself35 , @neptunes-blue , @thicccqueyoongimin , @love--persevering , @jump-wings , @blueberry-ovaries and anyone else who wants to do this!!! 💖
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Such a Softer Sin (Part 27)
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
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Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.
A/N: Guys, how the fuck is this it already? Well, almost it, I’m posting the epilogue right after this. 
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“A shepherd's dog had a master who took no care of him, but often let him suffer the greatest hunger. At last he could bear it no longer; so he took to his heels, and off he ran in a very sad and sorrowful mood. On the road he met a sparrow that said to him, "Why are you so sad, my friend?" - "Because," said the dog, "I am very very hungry, and have nothing to eat." - "If that be all," answered the sparrow, "come with me into the next town, and I will soon find you plenty of food." So on they went together into the town: and as they passed by a butcher's shop, the sparrow said to the dog, "Stand there a little while till I peck you down a piece of meat." So the sparrow perched upon the shelf: and having first looked carefully about her to see if anyone was watching her, she pecked and scratched at a steak that lay upon the edge of the shelf, till at last down it fell,” Billy read softly, book in front of him near your bump where you lay on your side and he had a hand on your bump. The baby was due any day now and the nursery was complete, painted blue and gold. You were excited but a part of you wasn’t ready for your pregnancy to be over. It was exhausting on your body and your emotions had taken quite a beating, but you knew deep down you’d miss it too. You’d miss feeling Kosmos move around or kick you, miss feeling him when he had the hiccups. You’d miss the special bond you felt at carrying him around for all these months but you were definitely ready to meet him finally. You really couldn't wrap your head around the fact you’d created a life. You lay there feeling peaceful and calm, listening to Billy’s soothing and quiet voice as he read to his son, something he did every night. It was making you sleepy. When he finally finished the chapter, he shut the book and it woke you up a little.
“Daddy can’t wait to meet you, little one. I’ll see you real soon,” he murmured adoringly, moving to place a sweet kiss to your bump that had you smiling as you melted. He sat up, setting the book on the nightstand before he looked at you with a smile. He lay down facing you, a hand stroking your cheek and you gave him a sleepy smile. 
“I love you,” he said softly and you didn’t think you’d ever tire of him saying it.
“I love you too,” you replied, rubbing your cheek against his hand. 
“I… I was alone for the longest time but I can’t remember what it felt like anymore, what it was like before you. I know I must have been miserable,” he admitted and his words felt like they seized up your heart.
“I can’t believe you're finally here. You're here and you’re havin’ my baby. I’ve lived a long time but I feel like my life is only just really beginning… I’m just really happy you’re here,” he murmured and you smiled at him, turning your face in his hand and kissing it. 
“I’m happy I’m here too. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you whispered and a blinding smile overtook his face. He leaned in, kissing your lips softly before he wrapped his arms around you and you snuggled into him, slipping off into a peaceful sleep with his scent and warmth surrounding you. 
The next day, you were in the Royal Gardens with Karen and Azalea. One of the little girls here, Zoe, was turning six in a few days and Billy loved to throw the kids a huge birthday party every time it was their birthday, something you found adorable. The three of you were busy making crowns from the flowers in the garden for all of the children to wear as you all chatted. 
“I just can't believe he’s here, he’s so amazing,” Azalea gushed with a dreamy look on her face. She’d recently found her mate, someone who came in from another pack and he worked at the hospital. 
“Well, you deserve it. You’ve waited long enough,” Karen smiled warmly at her and Azalea smiled. You winced as you pricked your finger on a thorn as you tried to get a pink rose off a bush, and you stuck your finger in your mouth, turning to Azalea.  
“I’m really happy for you,” you murmured sincerely with a smile. She looked more radiant than you’d ever seen her before and you were glad she finally found her mate. 
“I really think that-” your words were cut short as a pained gasp left your lips, your hand flying to your stomach as you felt a blinding pain. You felt a weird sensation and as you glanced down, you noticed liquid soaking your pants and dripping onto the floor and into your boots.
“What is it?! What happened?!” Azalea asked quickly as she rushed over.
“Oh my gods, I think her water just broke,” Karen cried out, hovering over you. The shock and panic set in then as you realized it was time.
“I’m gonna have a baby,” you muttered, turning your wide eyes to the girls, looking like a deer in the headlights. 
“I’m not ready! I’m not… I don’t know the first thing about babies! I’m gonna drop him, he’s gonna crack like an egg,” you rambled, in a state of shock as Karen cupped your cheeks and made you turn your unfocused eyes to her. 
“You're going to do fine, Y/N. You’ve read a bunch of books and it’s going to come naturally to you,” she soothed, glancing at Azalea who nodded frantically. 
“We need to get her to Curtis,” she said quickly, the pair of them guiding you to the medical facility.
You cried out again as you stepped foot in there, everyone rushing around you as the pain ripped through you. You knew it would hurt but nothing prepared you for just how much. Everything was a blur around you and you found yourself suddenly in a hospital gown in a room with Curtis and some nurses and you stood next to the bed, gripping hold of it as the pain tore through you again. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to breathe through it like the books told you, but you couldn't. 
“I want Billy,” you wept, hunching over the bed as you struggled to breathe.
“He’s coming, don’t worry,” Curtis soothed, moving over to rub your back.
“I want… I need Billy,” you repeated, shaking your head as the tears rolled down your face. The door burst open and you looked over, seeing Billy standing there with eyes wider than your own as he just stared at you for a long moment like he too couldn't quite believe it was time. 
“Are you okay?” he asked shakily and you clutched hold of the bed, glaring at him from over your shoulder.
“I’m in labor, Billy, so no, I’m not okay,” you bit out and he looked completely floored by the hostility in your voice. You’d feel bad about it later. The pain gripped you tight again and you cried out, making Billy rush to your side. He helped you to lay on the bed and it suddenly dawned on you that Curtis was about to see more of you than you’d ever thought. If you weren't in so much pain, you might have been embarrassed. 
“I’m just going to check you over, okay?” he asked you and you nodded tearfully, taking in large heaving breaths of air while you could before the pain happened again. Billy stroked your hair, trying to soothe you and you willed his touch to work like it normally did. 
“Alright… you're fully dilated, you're ready to push,” Curtis informed you.
“What? Already?” you asked, looking panicked at how fast everything was moving. 
“It’s okay, sweetheart, you can do this. It’s time to meet our son,” Billy murmured to you and you nodded, sniffling a little. 
“Every time you feel a contraction, I want you to push for me,” Curtis instructed. Billy clasped one of your hands between both of his, holding it tightly as you let out a pained moan and started to push. 
“Come on, you can do this, Y/N. You’re strong, one of the strongest people I know,” Billy implored and you shook your head, crying from the pain. When it eased off, you stopped pushing, sagging into the bed as you wept pitifully and Billy used one of his hands to smooth your hair from your sweaty face. 
“I can’t do this, I can’t. I’m strong in battle, not here. I'd rather be hacking off limbs right now,” you whined and Billy pressed a kiss to your hand. 
“You can do this,” Billy argued firmly and you shook your head. Another pained noise left your lips as you started to push, feeling the contraction wracking your body and you felt like you were going to pass out. You pushed for a few more contractions but nothing seemed to be happening. You were exhausted and in so much pain, it made you miserable.
“Please make it stop… it hurts so much, Billy, I want it to be over,” you lamented through your tears. He moved your face to look at him and he looked like he was in pain to be seeing you this way. Or maybe he could feel it, you didn't know. 
“I know, sweetheart, I know. It’ll be over soon, alright? You just gotta push him out. Think of little Kos, think of holdin' him, meetin’ him. You can do this. He’s ready to meet his mom,” he insisted and you nodded as your chest heaved. 
When the pain hit again, you let out a yell as you tried to push as hard as you could and you suddenly felt the relief at the same time you heard the sounds of a baby crying. Your body fell limp, relieved for it to finally be over and you were in shock as a smiling Curtis came over and placed the baby on your chest. Your whole body trembled, eyes wide as you stared down at the little baby you helped to create. He was perfect. You were so overwhelmed by happiness that you were sobbing again as you blinked down at him. Billy’s hand came to stroke the baby’s tiny head and when you tore your eyes away to look at him, tears were coming down in rivulets on his face.
“Hey there, little man,” he murmured through his tears with a face splitting smile. You looked back to the small baby in your arms, overtaken by how beautiful he was. He looked just like his dad and you could hardly beehive he was really here.
“Welcome to the world, little Kosmos,” you whispered, placing a delicate kiss to his small head. 
A little bit later, you were sitting up in the bed, watching intently as Billy held Kosmos, staring down at him like he’d just found a rare gem. It was a sight to behold, watching the pair of them together like this and you couldn't look away. You felt a lot calmer now after the pain was over but you were beyond tired. You refused to sleep though, not yet. You didn't want to sleep and miss anything. The door knocked and both you and Billy looked over at it as it opened. Frank and Karen came in with smiles on their faces. Karen was holding a bunch of flowers and Frank held a little blue balloon. You weren't quite sure where he’d gotten it since you knew that there were no balloons on the castle grounds. The idea of him going out to find one touched you. Their eyes immediately went to the baby in Billy’s arms and Karen's hand went to her mouth, her eyes welling with tears as she quickly set the flowers down on the over bed table at the end of the bed. 
“He’s so small,” she murmured in awe and Billy stood with a wide smile. You watched as Frank approached and Billy moved to put the baby in his arms. Frank’s lower lip wobbled a little, his mouth opening and closing a few times like head so much to say, yet couldn't find the words. He tried to choke back a sob and Billy rested a hand on his back as he watched his best friend admire little Kos. 
“He’s perfect,” Frank whispered, a finger stroking the baby’s little cheek. 
“I know,” Billy smirked, wiping at his own tears as he struggled to reign in his own emotions. 
“How are you feeling?” Karen asked softly as she turned her eyes to you as Frank held the baby.
“I’m okay, just a little sore,” you replied wryly and she moved over to hug you.
“I’m so happy for you,” she smiled and you smiled back. Frank came over then, sniffling a little as he handed the baby carefully to Karen who grinned down at him. Billy engulfed Frank in a hug and they held each other tightly for a moment. 
“This is all I ever wanted for you, man,” Frank murmured.
“I know,” Billy replied in a whisper. They moved away, each wiping their eyes with a chuckle before Frank made his way over to you. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug and you smiled as you hugged him back.
“You did real good, I’m proud of you,” he said softly and the words filled you with warmth, so similar to what you know Kos would have said if he was here. 
“Thanks, Frank,” you smiled tearfully. 
They stayed for a little while, each taking turns to hold little Kos like they couldn't get enough of him. They left after a bit though to give you some peace and not long after, Curtis told you that you were clear to go home. As you got back to your room, baby in your arms, you really couldn't believe it was over with. He was finally here with you. While the nursery was finished, he’d be staying with you and Billy for a bit first and a bassinet was next to the bed on your side. It was a little overwhelming to think you had a whole person to take care of now, but Karen had been right, it had been coming naturally to you. You moved over to the bassinet and set the sleeping baby inside of it carefully.
“You want me to help you change?” Billy asked softly and you nodded. You were still in the hospital gown and you wanted to be more comfortable. You’d had some nightgowns made, despite your preference of sleeping in a men's sleeping tunic, to make breastfeeding more easy for you. Billy was gentle as he helped you out of your hospital gown and into one of the new ones and you shot him a grateful smile.  You moved to sit on the bed carefully, wincing at the ache between your legs as you did and Billy hovered, watching you with worried eyes. Before you even sat back against the headboard, he was fluffing up the pillows and setting them behind you to make you more comfortable and your lips twitched into a smile. Just as he was about to sit down, Kos started to cry softly and you were so in tune with him that you knew he needed to feed. 
“I’ve got him,” Billy said with an amused smile, going over and scooping him up. He gently handed him to you and you pulled the night gown down, feeding him as Billy moved to sit beside of you. He stroked his head softly, moving over to kiss your cheek sweetly and you smiled. He was so happy and you could feel it. You felt like your heart might burst. 
“He’s the luckiest kid alive to have you as a mom,” he murmured, gazing down at the baby. 
“I’ve been a mom for like a few hours,” you snorted and he moved his eyes back to you then, amusement shining behind them.
“Nah, you’ve been a mom for nine goddamn months and you love him more than anything. I can feel it. I feel blessed to have you as my mate, to get to have a kid with you,” he admitted fervently and you felt your chest expand as you smiled shyly. 
“I love you,” you murmured and he smiled at you.
“I love you too,” he replied easily before he looked down at his son.
“And I love you too, little man,” he grinned, leaning down and kissing his small head. You didn't think it was possible to feel this happy and it left you dumbstruck. Never in your life had you thought you’d achieve this kind of completeness you felt right now. 
You were sitting in your old pack house the day after, Kos in Leanna’s arms as she cooed down at him, the same awe and wonder on her face that everyone seemed to have when they held him. You had little Orion on your lap and he was babbling away, flailing his little arms and legs. He was a little over one now and you couldn't believe how much he’d grown. He was so sweet and adorable, you loved him. 
“How’s motherhood treating you?” Leanna asked, finally looking up at you as she rocked Kos slowly. 
“It’s going good other than the sore nipples and wincing everytime I sit down,” you snorted and she laughed, shaking her head fondly.
“Yeah… I don’t miss that. You get used to it all though,” she grinned.
“I hope so,” you smiled wryly.
“I have to admit… I never really saw you as the type to have a child, but it suits you,” she said softly and you smiled, heat nipping at your cheeks.
“I’ve changed quite a bit since back then, I guess,” you mused and she smiled at you.
“I know a lot of bad things had to happen to get to this point, but maybe it was worth all of the pain. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy before,” she admitted. It hurt to think of all you’d lost but you’d gained a hell of a lot too. None of it would ever replace the ones you’d lost but you knew everything happened for a reason. If none of that happened, you might not be sitting here with Kos right now and the thought made your chest feel like it might cave in. A lot had changed since you first got here and not all of it good, but you did feel happy now. Fate had a funny way of working things out and despite it all, you were glad to be here, to have Billy and to have Kos. You felt more whole than you ever had in your entire life. 
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