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writtenfangirl · 11 months

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The Light: Epilogue

I wanted to see if it was possible for me to write the sweetest, most tooth-rotting fic I could ever write and I did.

Also, can I just say, I genuinely love reading people’s comments and reblogs on my fics. I write my fics as a hobby and it honestly astounds me that there are people out there who enjoy reading the things I write. It’s a privilege, seriously.

Part 1

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a large fortune, must be in want of a wife. However—“

“That is how you truly know this novel is fiction,” Benedict remarked, interrupting Y/N as she read from the book. She was laying on his lap, her back against the grass as the tree they leaned against shielded her eyes from the harsh rays of the sun. It was a beautiful day in the countryside, the breeze cool despite the heat of summer. Aubrey Hall sat below them, a towering figure despite their place on the crest of a hill. She could almost see the other Bridgertons out in the lawn, lazing about and spending the day together. Benedict had strictly forbade them from approaching them today and though she loved the other Bridgertons, the quiet was a welcome respite.

They’d taken a day together, just the two of them, after Y/N’s mother had written to her about her father’s current temperament. He still refuses to acknowledge Y/N’s existence after she refused to marry the Duke of Albany and chose to marry Benedict instead and Y/N’s father had told her mother that any child borne of their marriage will not be his grandchild. The letter had brought Y/N great pain and Benedict, in an effort to make Y/N feel better, had prepared a picnic for them and a whole day without responsibilities or talks of grandchildren and babies.

Because children was something at the forefront of every person’s mind when they came upon a childless wedded couple and Y/N’s and Benedict’s lack of a child had begun to worry Violet, especially as they had been married for a year. Despite repeatedly telling Violet not to worry too much about it as they were both very young and wanted to spend the early days of their marriage child-free, she did worry.

Y/N loved the Bridgertons like they were her own family but she missed the time she spent alone with her husband. Hence, Benedict’s idea of a picnic, just the two of them.

“And why is that?” She asked as she brought the book down and quirked a brow.

“I have met a great many men who have large fortunes, most of whom do not wish to marry.”

“What an astute observation, my love.“

“Do you mean to treat me with sarcasm, Mrs. Bridgerton?” Benedict’s brow was raised high but there was no denying the amused grin pulling at his lips.

“I treat you only with the best of my affections.” But her teasing smirk betrayed her true intentions. “Now, am I allowed to continue my reading or do you intend to interrupt me once again?”

Benedict leaned his head back, before tapping a finger against his chin. “Hmm. As much as I enjoy the sound of your voice, I do believe there are other activities better suited to it than reading. Although, if I were to interrupt you again, what, perhaps, would be the consequences of such an action?”

“Separate bedrooms.” Y/N’s grin could only be called devilish. She knew how much Benedict detested sleeping in separate rooms. They tried it the first two nights of their marriage before he declared that such an action was more akin to torture than rest. Ever since then, they occupied a single bedroom and it will remain that way until one of them perishes.

“What a grave consequence to such a small infraction. Very well then, my love. Continue your reading. I’d hate to have to learn to tolerate separate bedrooms.” Benedict’s face scrunched up in distaste.

“If we manage to read through the first three chapters, I will sit for you for an hour.”

Benedict’s face lightened, an almost giddy expression on his face. “Really?”

Y/N nodded, a smile gracing her lips. He’d been begging her for the past three days to once again sit for a painting as he thought the backdrop of Aubrey Hall would be beautiful, and though Y/N loved Benedict, sitting for a painting was always painful for her back. It took almost all of her concentration to sit still for the hours necessary to complete the painting and by the end of it, Y/N needed a very long and warm bath.

“Why you always choose me to be your subject is beyond me,” she said with a sniffle, “especially since my face now stands in the National Art Museum because of you. Is one painting of me not enough?”

“You have a very beautiful face. It should be shared with all of England.”

“You know how I hate myself in paintings.”

“How unfortunate for you to have married an artist enraptured by your looks.” This time, it was Benedict who’d let sarcasm run his tone, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“I adore art and so a painter for a husband was the natural choice. I simply do not like myself in paintings. I love your landscapes and your portraits of others but not of me.”

Benedict frowned, a serious tone creeping on his voice. “You, my love, are a thing of beauty. The paintings I make of you will always be my favorite. When I one day perish, it is my fervent hope that my paintings of you will be the ones that live on. That it is my paintings of you that the art students of tomorrow will study, that they may learn how passion and love can heighten the beauty of one’s art. Anyone can paint a sunset or draw a landscape but no one else can paint my wife but me.”

She will never ever be used to Benedict’s sudden declarations of love. She had married an artist, that much was true but sometimes, she imagined Benedict could be a poet with the way he articulated orated his love for her.

“You are incorrigible, Benedict Bridgerton.” But her words couldn’t hide the rising blush of her cheeks nor could it hide the bashful smile creeping at her lips.

“For you, my love? Always.” Benedict said with that crooked grin before bending down and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Now make haste and finish your chapters before the sun disappears on us. When I paint you, I want it captured by the light. Such beauty should never be kept in the dark.”

She didn’t pretend to act irate anymore. Instead she kept reading until she ended at chapter three. And when she was done, the sun was still high in the sky yet her husband’s face had turned contemplative.

“I have finished. Shell we go inside that you may now paint?”

But Benedict only frowned, his dark brows meeting together at the center of his face, his bottom lip pushed into a pout.

“Whatever is the matter, my love? The sun is still high in the sky and you still have time to paint. And as I don’t expect you to finish your painting all too soon, you can expect me to sit for you tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that one as well until your painting is complete.”

He smiled at her, the little grin she loved so much. “Sorry, my love, my mind wandered but not towards the painting.”

Now it was her turn to frown. “Speak of what ails you, Mr. Bridgerton, that I may find its remedy.”

“I was only thinking—“

“Oh, did it hurt terribly? There, there, my love. Let me kiss your head to make it better,” Y/N teased as she reached for Benedict’s forehead in an attempt to soothe it. If there was one way to ease the mind of any Bridgerton, it was through humor.

Benedict rolled his eyes but he still had that smile on his face. “Stop it. I am being serious.” But he bowed nonetheless, pressing a kiss on his wife’s hands.

“Alright then, go on. What were you thinking of?”

“In all the years humans have existed, there have been hundreds upon thousands of ways we have told each other how much we love one another. Shakespeare measured his love with sonnets while Bach composed music and Da Vinci made art.”

Y/N frowned once again. “Where are you going with this?”

“I make my art as a form of telling you how much I love you but I realize now that, it is not enough.”

“Darling—“

“Art is not a good enough medium nor is poetry or music. There are not enough words or notes or paint in this world that could show, truly, how much I love you. I do not think I love any differently than Shakespeare or Bach or Da Vinci but I do think you make all the difference in the world. If they loved you too, they would have struggled just as much as I do.”

Y/N was at a loss for words. Her heart soared, giddiness spreading all across her body.

She and Benedict had only been married for a year. A full year of bliss and happiness. She’d heard it said by other ladies that marriages normally went stale after six months and she herself had seen how little regard her parents had for each other. In fact, her own mother refused to speak to her father when he refused to come to Y/N’s wedding with Benedict after Y/N refused to be wed to the Duke of Albany. And even now, after a year, he refused to speak to her.

She knew she was lucky. She married the man she loved, a man who loved her just as much as she loved him. It was a fate most women of the ton could only dream of yet to her, it was reality.

“Benedict, I don’t even know what to say,” Y/N said, her voice filled with the same amount of love as her husband’s declaration.

“Say nothing. I can read your eyes clearly enough,” Benedict said with a smile before he leaned down and planted another kiss, this time on her lips.

His lips were soft like butter and tasted like summer, like the sweetness of the cool breeze and the light of the sun. He tasted like home.

There were still many things wrong in Y/N’s world.

Her father had still disowned her and they hadn’t spoken since she last saw him that fateful day in the drawing room at Aubrey Hall. There was still the manner of Violet Bridgerton probing for a grandchild. But she knew one thing and that thing brought her peace like no other. Everything could go wrong in this world but so long as Benedict Bridgerton was at her side, then everything would be all right.

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odiesbun · 1 year

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...♡Your birthday with them♡...

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

genre: fluff

warning: mention of food, gifts, love. Jake is a little rude with members? Sunghoon the cook.

w.c: 1.9k

a/n: today(20.02.XX) is my birthday, so why not if I do that part? Especially since I promised that I would post this part.

♡Heeseung♡

•In fact, I don't think Heeseung would have been someone who liked to throw grand celebrations... He preferred to spend the evening alone with you rather than in the company of people whose conversation could be heard as if a swarm of bees had settled over you.

It is for this reason that you are now sitting with Heeseung in a rooftop restaurant in the city, admiring the view, your boyfriend's handsome face, and enjoying your food.

- „By the way, I was thinking that we could continue the feast tomorrow... But I think we should rest somewhere outdoors...“ - Heeseung gives out thoughtfully, putting the cutlery aside.

- „But you've already given me so many gifts today!“ - You exclaim, indignant at Heeseung's sudden idea. Lee laughs, squinting.

- „I know, I know. But it'll be like compensation for forgetting about our date the other day, okay?“ - He covers your hand affectionately with his, smiling again.

(whoever understood the reference to my part did a great job and will personally get a kiss on the forehead from the author ;))) ).

•By the way, about the gift... Heeseung won't really bother with it. You know what he's going to give you this time? A marriage proposal.

- „Honey, I'm not a romantic for this kind of action, and I sometimes still don't understand why you fell in love with me, but...“ - Heeseung's eyes sparkle and he kneels down on one knee in front of you, wrapping his free hand affectionately around your arm and holding out the engagement ring box to you with the other.

- „But will you marry me?“

♡Jay♡

•This man has the most beautiful and romantic gifts, you won't argue with me. Besides the beautiful and expensive jewelry he's 100 percent sure to give you, his second gift will be less beautiful, but 99.9 percent likely to be useful to you in your home. Do you have a power outage at home? Jay's battery-powered lamp is the answer. Your vacuum cleaner stopped working? Jay's robot vacuum cleaner is on its way!

- „Wow, is that a lighted mirror?“ - You exclaim in surprise as you watch your boyfriend haul that thing into the corridor.

- „Yeah, that's it“ - Jay puffs, almost folding in half from the weight of the box, but when you ask him if he needs help, he denies it.

- „How did you know I wanted a lighted mirror?“ - You smirk, stopping in the doorway and crossing your arms over your chest.

- „You've been turning on more bulbs in our chandelier and constantly squinting at the lack of light. All the more reason, I thought a full-length mirror might come in handy for other things~“

•I honestly think that if Jay throws any kind of holiday party for you at your house, all the dishes on the table will be his own making.

- „Wow, you made all this yourself?“ - You raise your eyebrows, surprised at the amount of food on the tables and convinced that you'll be finishing this for at least another week or so.

- „Yeah. I figured buying cooked food at the supermarket would be pretty expensive, caloric, and there's a chance you'd either get poisoned or the food wouldn't taste good.“ - Jay smirks, hugging you affectionately by the shoulders from behind and kissing your neck.

♡Jake♡

•Jake is a big golden retriever puppy, so he will literally wake you up at five in the morning with cheerful shouts of congratulations, gifts and more.

- „Happy birthday, my prettiest, kindest and sweetest princess!“ - Jake jumps happily around the bed as you reluctantly open your eyes, your boyfriend standing in front of you and Layla, who instantly takes to licking you.

- „What time is it?“ - You ask sleepily, reaching out to the phone screen. The screen shows the time: 5:11 a.m. You fall back onto the bed with an exasperated groan. - „It's too early for me!“

- „Rise and shine, beautiful! I have grand plans for you! I have a whole evening planned just for you!“ - Laughs Sim, pulling the blanket off you with Layla.

•He'll probably only invite you and his family to the party, since he thinks it's the kind of party you'd want to spend with the people you grew up with. But at some point, things go awry and six hungry guys, led by Jungwon as leader, gifts and joyful squeals, rush into your apartment.

- „I really didn't want them to come! Honestly, I swear!“ - Jake rambles incoherently, flailing his arms and pointing at the awkwardly standing band memebers in the hallway.

- „I don't mind them being here. I'm glad to see them.“ - You smile, accepting the happy congratulations with gifts and, most importantly, the cake they all made together.

- „Thank you so much. Wow, you made the cake for me?“ - You nod appreciatively, inviting the new guests to come into the kitchen.

- „Yes. But I hope we don't all get poisoned by this cake, because Ni-ki and Sunghoon baked the cakes.“ - Jay looks incredulously at the younger ones, nodding to your boyfriend in your direction.

- „If any of us here get poisoned, you'll be eating this cake yourselves😊“ - Jake giggles, but his words don't sound as cheerful as he does. 💀

♡Sunghoon♡

•We all know Sunghoon's pranks very well, so I wouldn't be surprised if he pranks you again. And by banter, I mean he'll pretend to forget your birthday at least until the middle of the day.

You giggle as you meet Sunghoon in the kitchen. He hides something behind his back, nervously taking a few steps back and looking around, but you don't notice it, too engrossed in your joy and anticipation.

- „Do you know what day it is?“ - You giggle merrily, sitting down in your chair and dangling your feet.

- „Uh... Monday?“ - Sunghoon replies thoughtfully, watching your face change. - „What!? Did I forget something again? Why aren't you answering me? Baby!“

But as soon as your mood is ruined and you don't want to go out, wrapped in blankets and your nose tucked into your pillow, Sunghoon brings a cake of his own making into your bedroom and presents just for you.

- „What is this?“ - Your eyes widen in surprise, you look awkwardly at Sunghoon, a smile spreading across your lips. Sunghoon places the sweet on the bedside table, then holds out to you several colorful wrapped boxes of different sizes, some with an indication of who the gift is from.

- „Open it. Here are some gifts from band members, they asked me to give them to you since they couldn't make it to your birthday party this year due to our busy training schedules.“

•In fact, Sunghoon is going to give you the grandest birthday party of all. He will invite not only your immediate family, distant relatives or friends, but also close people from his side. You may not even know these people, wondering who they even are, but they will be holding out your gift with a happy smile on their face.

- „What is your mother doing here? She's gone on vacation, isn't she?“ - You raise your eyebrows in surprise, turning to Sunghoon. He takes on a playful look, smiling.

- „Yes, you're right, she really did. But once I casually told her about your birthday, she insisted on coming.“ - He shrugged, making you smile.

- „I don't know a lot of people here because they're your relatives... But thank you for giving me such a massive celebration.“ - At your words, Sunghoon gives you an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

- „Anything for you, baby.“

♡Sunoo♡

•Sunoo is the kind of person who prepares for your day in advance, talking to you about all the plans he has in mind and asking you about your gift wishes. And if you refuse a gift, arguing that it's too expensive for the two of you, Sunoo will still get you something. But he'll have to think hard and research all your interests, combining it all into one gift.

- „Wow, what's that?“ - You smile happily, accepting the gift from Sunoo. You retreat to a cozier place, for there were too many guests in the hall and kitchen as Sunoo had organized a grand celebration for you.

- „A gift from me. I'm not sure if you'll like it because you didn't say exactly what kind of gift you want, but open it soon!“ - Sunoo next to you looks like a sly, happy fox, bouncing merrily beside you. You open the gift, looking at the expensive necklace and earrings you saw in the store last week and said they were beautiful, go too expensive.

- „SUNOO, BUT THEY COST LIKE YOUR ENTIRE PAYCHECK!“

- „I know~ But your birthday only happens once a year!“ - He exclaimed, chuckling.

•Sunoo has always been a sweet and sweet boy to you, but on this day he was OWNLY sweet to you because you were his princess that day. He was ready to carry you in his arms, you know? So don't be surprised if he suddenly walks up to you and picks you up in his arms.

- „Wah, Sunoo! Let go, high!“ - You squeal terrified, grabbing onto the limbs of your giggling boyfriend. From the outside, it was like the scene from The Lion King when the monkey was holding the little lion cub.

- „I can't! You're so cute today!“ - Sunoo laughs, finally putting you down and hugging you.

♡Jungwon♡

•The most frustrating thing about this situation is that Jungwon couldn't make it to your birthday party due to a new world tour. Even so, he was able to send you a gift to the other side of the world and call you even though it was deep night on his side.

- „Cutie, hi, happy birthday!“ - Jungwon exclaimed cheerfully, waving to you on camera. The only thing that saved you in this situation was a video call. - „Did you get my present? Did you like it?“

You nod cheerfully, showing the camera the weighty box of sweets, souvenirs and gifts.

- „Yes! The delivery guy just delivered the order, I just opened it to me. Literally a minute before you called.“ - You nod happily, smiling. Jungwon's heart melts at this sight, for he wanted very much to sit next to you right now, but his career has decided otherwise.

- „I'll try to bring you something else beautiful and interesting, something you love as soon as I get home.“ - He puts his thumb up, just like «👍🏻», smiling and sending you an air kiss across the screen. - „Love you, doll.“

•Jungwon isn't too fond of grand celebrations, for that noise specifically can bore him. So don't even expect him to let you invite more than ten people to your birthday party, including you. And if you do break this rule, he will congratulate you and quickly run off somewhere far away.

- „Hey, Yang Jungwon! Let's go, your girlfriend's already opening a present!“ - Jay and the entire cast of Enhypen, who have also been invited, crowd around the door to your bedroom, behind which Jungwon was sitting, wrapped in blankets.

- „I don't want to!“ - Pulls on Yang's vowels, sighing and rolling his eyes. - „You guys are buzzing like bees in there, I'm not going anywhere!“

♡Ni-ki♡

•...Ni-ki will either sleep half the day before congratulating you, or he'll get up at four in the morning and start waking you up screaming „WAKE UP, it's YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY, WE MUST RUN TO FIVE TIMES TODAY!“

- „What the hell are you doing?“ - You look at your boyfriend unhappily as he pulls the blanket off you, causing the cold to quickly envelope you.

- „We have to stop by the boys' dorm today, then hit the mall, the restaurant and then I have plans to take a walk in the park with you! So if you fall asleep now, you'll miss all the fun! Well, or I'll throw cold water on you.“ - Ni-ki exclaims enthusiastically as he watches you pick yourself up off the bed, making him giggle.

•You've already seen the outcome of the first situation, here's the second, as Ni-ki slept through most of the day.

You were already spinning around the mirror with your makeup and pretty clothes on, anticipating your celebration. Ni-ki was sprawled out on the bed in a star pose, but when your lipstick accidentally rolled under the dressing table with a distinctive sound, he opened his eyes.

- „Ah, you're already awake...“ - He yawned, then turned on his side and stared at you with a smirk.

- „Why are you looking at me like that?“ - You looked confused, smiling awkwardly.

- „I wanted to tell you something...“ - He sighs, coming closer and hugging you. - „Happy birthday, my flower.“

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ficthots · 2 years

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The Way I Loved You

A/N: “The Way I Loved You” by Taylor Swift...that’s all. That’s the note. Okay and angst, break-ups, the whole thing. As always enjoy and let me know what you guys think!

Word Count: 6k+

He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better

“Okay, I need all the details from this date,” You sipped your drink as your friends begged to hear the details of your latest fling. You had been seeing Alias for the last few weeks and it had been going well. Really well, actually.

He was a young tech hot shot that was one of the sweetest men you had ever known. Your best friend, Riley, had set you up on a date together, begging you to get back out on the dating scene. She claimed that four months was more than enough time to get over a complete heartbreak from the person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

Riley had shown up at your door one night, seeing you curled up on your couch, telling her you were not in the mood to go out on the town like she swore would fix you.

“Honey, I am so tired of seeing you like this. I have a guy that I work with that I think you would be great with. I’m setting you up on a date with him,” you tried to argue back, but she took your hands in hers and broke the news in the gentlest way she possibly could. “Macy and I saw him out on a date,” you felt like you had swallowed a sandwich made entirely out of nails.

Of course he had gone out. You and Peter had been broken up for four months. You remembered how the girls in his classes looked at him and when he took that job at Oscorpe, how his coworkers eyed him. Peter had shifted into a guy of total confidence during college, letting some of his alter ego seep into him and it made him catnip for girls. You agreed to a date. One date.

Alias was a total gentleman and incredibly handsome. Your first date had been to dinner and a movie, totally cliche, but it was a lot of fun. He had taken you to one of his favorite places in Chinatown and you had one of the best meals of your life. The two of you were constantly laughing and he had picked out a great movie to see that resulted in you two holding hands for the entire second half of the screening. He walked you home, kissed you on the cheek, and said he had a wonderful time with you.

You agreed. It had been a great time and your thoughts only wandered to him two times. That was serious progress for you. Riley had called you that night and pleaded with you to tell her all about it, and you did. Your other close friend, Macy, had been conferenced in just a few minutes into the call, wanting to hear all about the night.

Only two days later he had shown up at your doorstep with flowers asking for another date. I mean, how could you say no to a personal flower delivery? Every date since has been great. He loved to shower you with compliments, he took you to places you had never seen in New York, and you were comfortable with him. Comfortable was good, right? You couldn’t ask for better because Alias was what every girl dreamt of.

On the fourth date you two slept together. It was lovely. Nothing spectacular or mind blowing, but it was good. You stayed the night at his place and woke up to him making you breakfast in bed, flower on the tray and all. Alias was great. He was great.

A month had flown by in the blink of an eye and you and your friends sat at the bar you loved to frequent together, all crammed into a tiny booth as they wanted to hear about the work event Alias had taken you to where he had introduced you to all of his coworkers and bosses.

You chewed on your straw, your face starting to warm as the attention fully settled on you. “It was great. Open bar, we got all dressed up, danced a bit. It was a sit down dinner so we were at a table with his bosses. Alias is up for a big promotion right now so it was more about good impressions. I didn’t really do a lot,” you shrugged, taking a long swig from your drink.

Riley’s eyes narrowed at you about to urge you to continue when Macy’s widened, shooting a worried glance to Riley. They quickly gathered their things, telling you it was time to go as you laughed at their sudden want to leave. “C’mon, we can go back to my place and continue this talk. It’s so crowded here and I can hardly hear you. I’m getting a headache, let’s go,” they started dragging you from the booth and when you looked to where you saw Macy shoot another brief look, you almost dropped your glass.

He looked as good as ever. He had thrown his head back, a loud laugh bellowing from him as he and a small group stood at the bar. His hair was messy, maybe he had just gotten off of patrol and met some friends for drinks. You saw Harry on his other side along with some friends from his classes that you used to hang out with.

You recalled the many nights spent in his apartment, everyone cramming for midterms, music playing, shared snacks and jokes about whatever you were all studying for. You hadn’t seen anyone since the breakup. Not because they didn’t try to reach out because they did, but because it was too much of a reminder of him. Too close for comfort as you took the time to get over it, but you felt a twinge of guilt at the fact that you had closed off to almost everyone you knew.

Harry caught sight of you first, his mouth falling slack. It quickly turned into a large smile as he pushed through the groups that crowded the space between you two. He called your name, snapping your attention to him as he approached you with his arms open. You smiled brightly at him. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen you in forever,” his arms wrapped around you, you returning the hug and laughing together as he pulled back, hands still on you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls or texts? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for months,” a quick look of sadness took over his features and you shook your head, looking away from the blonde that you had been friends with since before high school, deciding that your shoes were of much more interest.

“Y’know. Just been busy,” Riley stepped in, lightly pushing Harry away. “We were just leaving,” you nodded your head as Harry’s face fell even more. “Wait, can you stay for just one more? He’d love to see you,” your eyes flew to Macy as she shook her head, pulling you back a bit.

“That’s not a good idea. Our Uber’s here, let’s go,” you quickly hugged Harry again, telling him that you’d call him this week to meet for dinner or something. As you walked out of the bar, Peter caught sight of you and his face morphed into one of shock and disbelief as your eyes met.

You quickly ducked your head down, letting your friends run you out as you heard Peter’s voice yelling your name out over the music and crowds. He was pushing through people, still shouting your name as you exited the building. He followed your group out of the bar and yelled out, asking you to just stop for a second to talk. You didn’t look back.

He respects my space And never makes me wait And he calls exactly when he says he will

You had been waiting for over two hours at the restaurant. It was yours and Peter’s anniversary and he was nowhere to be found. The waiter came back to the table with a small smile on her face as she poured more water into your glass, your meal finished long ago. “You know, I think I’ll just take the check, thanks,” she shook her head and leaned on the table. “It’s on me tonight. I am so sorry,” you shrugged her off. This was Peter’s thing. You knew what to expect, but even on important nights like this you still got your hopes up. You don’t know why you did it to yourself. It was a let down each time.

You even knew that when Peter said dates start at five you knew you didn’t have to be ready until 6:30 at the earliest and even then most nights you were going to be early. It still didn’t take the sting away.

“All I’m saying is he must be a complete asshole if he stood you up,” you offered a small smile back, thanking her and sighed, checking your phone again. No missed calls or texts. The wind was whipping outside as you pulled your coat tighter around you, your leather gloves barely keeping your hands warm.

When you got back to your tiny apartment, you stepped in, glad to be welcomed by the warm embrace of the cozy space. You shrugged your coat off and glanced into your bedroom at the partially opened fire escape window.

You battled within yourself for a few seconds, trying to determine if you wanted to close it. It would send a message to Peter letting him know how hurt you were. That even on such important nights like this that you were still such a low priority to him that you sat at your favorite restaurant, completely embarrassed as you were stood up. Again. That he couldn’t carve out forty-five minutes for you. You weren’t as important to him as all his other responsibilities.

Moving to the window, you pulled it shut. A shaky breath of air released from you and you went to the living room, turning the tv on and putting on your comfort show, snuggling into a blanket. You must have dozed off because you woke up to knocking on your front door and you checked the clock on the stove.

It was just past midnight. You knew exactly who was at the door. You sighed, getting up and going to it, barely pulling it open. Peter held a bunch of crumpled flowers and a mangled card that looked like it had a tire track across the envelope. You didn’t smile back at him as he stared at you.

“Happy Anniversary, babe. I am so sorry about dinner, but I will make it up to you I promise. I know I normally come in through the window, but it was closed tonight,” you didn’t move to open the door any further to allow him to come in. Peter could see that you weren’t going to move and he sighed, dropping the flowers to his side.

“You’re mad at me and you have every right to be. It’s just that I had a work thing I had to do and then I needed to do a Spider thing and time got away from me,” your eyes narrowed at him, arms crossing over your chest.

“Peter, it’s our two year anniversary. You couldn’t even call me? Hell, I would’ve even sufficed with a text, but you couldn’t even do that,” his large doe eyes peered down at you, he was nervous. You could tell he was.

You pushed the heels of your palms into your eyes and sighed. “You can’t keep treating me like this, Peter. Like I am not a priority to you. It’s not fair to me. I sat at that damn restaurant for two and half hours like a fool. The waitress felt so bad for me that she comped my meal,” you leaned away from the door and grabbed his present off the entryway table.

You shoved it into his arms and you could feel the tears welling up, your throat going tight. “You couldn’t even get me a card that wasn’t dropped in the street. The flowers looked like you grabbed them from the garbage. Happy anniversary, Peter,” you could see that he was getting ready to say something, to jump to his own aid when you closed the door, locking it behind you.

Tears made their way down your face as you hiccuped. You turned the tv off and for the first time since you and Peter had started dating, closed the blinds to the window on your fire escape.

After your anniversary things only soured more. Peter had all but stopped responding to texts when he was busy, stood you up on more nights often than not, and when you were together you were only arguing.

You two stood on opposite ends of the living room as you tried to catch your breath, your throat hurting from the yelling you two had been doing for the last half an hour. Peter’s hands rubbed over his face and shrugged at you after a beat, a bitter laugh leaving him. “I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t know what else I can do. I feel like you’re asking so much of me. I am stretched so thin and I am exhausted. This relationship feels like a chore more than anything,” your eyes snapped to his, as your breathing all but evened out.

As soon as the words left his mouth regret seeped through him. His eyes slipped shut and he was going to try and rethink what he spoke to you, but you beat him to it.

“Then it’s time for you to go,” you whispered out into the room. It hung between you both as you watched him. His eyes met yours and he shook his head, trying to backtrack what he had said. “No, that’s not what I meant,” you stepped back from him and held your hand up to keep him from coming forward anymore.

“You said it because you feel it, Peter. For the last few months I have felt like such a burden to you. When I ask you to call me, when I ask you to go to dinner with me, fuck even when I just want to see you. I hardly even get that anymore, Peter. You think I’m a chore to you and that’s fine, but I am not going to continue to be that for you. I will lighten your load and make your life much easier. I will make both our lives easier because I am tired of being hurt every single damn day with you. I do not deserve that,” you had tears running down your face, but you had spoken so evenly and calmly, it frightened him.

Peter ran his hands through his hair and hunched over, his hands going to his thighs. You looked at the door and back at the boy that you were madly in love with, but who didn’t feel the same way about you anymore. Your heart was shattering and he didn’t put up much of a fight. Like always.

“I need you to go,” he looked at you and nodded his head, tears rimming his eyes, a loud sniffle escaping from his throat as he moved to the door. He didn’t say anything else as he left. Even if he had put up even just the slightest fight to keep you, you more than likely would’ve given it another go. But he didn’t look back at you.

On the dot at 6:02 your phone rang, a large smile crossing your face as you saw Alias’ name pop up on the screen. “Hey, cutie,” his deep laugh came through the speaker at your pet name for him. “Hello, dear. I am on my way to your place right now and we will head out to get dinner, yeah?”

Your smile grew as you stood, already dressed and anxiously awaiting his arrival. “Yes, absolutely,” as you two hung up you knew he would only be a few minutes away from your apartment.

Alias was always on time. You don’t think there had ever been a time when you had waited for him. He called everyday when he was off work at 6:02. It was a nice routine that you had settled into. You weren’t sure why you felt off by it. Maybe even bored.

After another fantastic meal, you and Alias walked side by side, your hands melded together, laughing at a story he was sharing from his meeting he had earlier that day when you heard your name echoed out into the night. Your head turned, trying to place the voice.

It was Harry and Peter. You had met with Harry the following week after the bar run in and had sat and chatted. You told Harry that he was completely off limits for a chat topic and he followed through with that. You two had caught up and it had been great to see him. It was like old times again.

Harry and Peter crossed the street to get you two, your hand holding Alias’ suddenly felt like it was profusely sweating. Alias had a large smile, showcasing his perfect teeth as he saw the two men before him. “Hey Harry,” he took you into a side hug and you didn’t know what to say as Peter had a scowl taking over his normally soft features.

Alias cleared his throat and you jumped at the sound, an awkward laugh bubbling from you. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Harry, this is Alias, my boyfriend. Alias this is a close friend of mine, Harry,” they both shook hands, saying how it was nice to meet each other and Harry glanced at Peter.

You didn’t take the time to introduce them, offering an excuse saying you needed to get home, that you had an early morning for work the next day, but that you’d text Harry later. Peter stayed rooted to his spot, watching as you and Alias walked away, the angry look only going deeper.

The last thing you heard as you two walked away was his voice, dripping with pure agony that you had only heard a couple other times since you had known him. “She has a boyfriend, Harry,” you chewed the inside of your cheek as Alias picked up his story again, but you weren’t listening. You turned and looked to see Harry patting Peter’s shoulder as he spoke softly to him.

Yours and Peter’s eyes locked, the look of pure anguish taking over him as he saw Alias place his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, getting your attention away from the two boys.

You didn’t look back again.

He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

The glass was sweating in the summer heat. Your gaze was focused on the two beads of water racing down the side of the glass, seeing who would reach the white tablecloth first. You could feel your own sweat drip down your neck.

It was almost a hundred degrees out and you and Alias were out for brunch on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. When he cleared his throat, gathering your attention back to him, you plastered a smile on your face.

“Are you feeling okay? It’s really warm and I want to make sure you don’t have heat exhaustion or anything,” that dazzling smile that showcased his picture perfect teeth had you laughing, shaking yourself out of the haze you had put yourself in. “Oh me? I’m totally fine. I just zoned out for a second, sorry. What were you saying?”

His smile softened as he leaned back in his chair and sighed. “You’re bored, aren’t you?” Your brows furrowed and you were about to protest, claiming his story was interesting, but you had just eaten a big meal and were feeling sleepy, but he chuckled and grabbed your hand from across the table.

“I mean with us. You don’t feel a spark with us, do you?” You were taken aback, fumbling to find the words to claim otherwise, but as you stumbled over your thoughts you knew he was right.

You were bored. You didn’t feel anything extraordinary with him. He was the sweetest man you had ever been with. He cared about you tremendously and treated you like a queen, but you had fallen into a pattern so quickly and you found yourself wanting more. Missing more.

You squinted at him, guilt taking over your entire being. “Alias, you are wonderful. Honestly, everyone is so jealous that I even got a date with you. I just-I don’t know. I feel like there’s something missing, y’know?” His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand, squeezing gently and nodding his head.

“I do. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that something more for you,” you shook your head and laughed, leaning forward and making eye contact with him. “God, please don’t apologize. You will be that something for someone. I’m sorry that it wasn’t me,” he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

Alias walked you home that morning, giving you a long hug before saying his goodbyes. When you stepped back into your apartment, you groaned, shrinking against the door and moving to sit on the floor.

“Riley’s gonna kill me.”

And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating Intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now

Your arms and legs were wrapped around him as he propelled you both through the air, laughs bouncing off the surrounding buildings as you clung to him for dear life, eyes squeezed shut.

“Open your eyes, babe!” You could feel his grip on you was as tight as ever, but when you opened your eyes and realized you were on the top of a massive skyscraper, your breath caught in your throat.

You were piggybacking on Peter, he had webbed your hands and feet together, just in case he said, but he kept one hand wrapped under your thigh, a comforting touch to ensure he was there and he wouldn’t let anything happen to you two. He undid the webs, gently setting you down as you overlooked all of New York from where you two were perched.

“You do this every night?” You whispered out to him, almost afraid that if you spoke louder it would carry through the entire city and everyone would hear. He pulled you into him, the material of his suit rubbed against your skin as you looked at the buildings that stretched out as far as the eye could see.

You sat between his legs as you looked around in awe. You weren’t sure when he had pulled the mask off, but you felt his lips gently land on your cheek and your face warmed. You two sat like that for over an hour, watching as lights turned on and off, cars went by, people watching together and Peter’s embrace keeping you warm.

After a while he reluctantly sighed and checked your phone to see the time. “I need to get you home. You have an early class,” your eyes closed, leaning back against him, just wanting to savor the moment, but you gave in, standing with him as he crouched in front of you.

You hopped onto his back, he webbed you to him again, and he let out a low laugh. “Oh you’re so gonna hate me after this,” your eyes widened, repeatedly asking him why as he took a running start off the building, your screams carried through the air as he dove face first, your grip on him somehow getting tighter like that was at all possible at the free falling motion, your stomach going into your throat.

Within a split second, he pulled you two back up, letting you catch your breath before flipping you both through the New York air. After a beat, you weren’t scared anymore, letting your laughter mix with his as he swung you home, even asking him to flip you again, getting more comfortable with the movements. Peter Parker fell in love with you that night.

You weren’t too far behind, falling head over heels for him on a random Thursday night. In fact, it was only two weeks later when it hit you. It had been a particularly shitty day and all you wanted to do was get home and curl into bed and let the world continue on as you slept for the next fourteen hours straight.

Instead, when you got home there was music shaking the walls, the smell of cooking wafting through your house, and the sound of something sizzling in a pan in your kitchen. As you peeked around the corner, Peter stood at the stove with your apron tied around his waist and he was dancing along to the song blaring through the speakers.

Your first smile of the day took shape as you watched him as his voice called out to you in between him belting the lyrics. “You know I heard you come in, bug,” his entire being looked as relaxed as possible as he made his way over to you. His hands pulled you to him, planting a huge kiss on you.

He moved to take your coat off, seeing you were wearing one of his cardigans underneath. “I’m sorry, I borrowed it this morning. It was freezing and I just grabbed it-” he cut you off, placing a kiss on your forehead, a shrug rolling off of him. “It looks much better on you, honey. All my clothes do,” he pointed to the barstool and you took a seat, a sigh releasing from you as you were finally off your feet for the first time since you had woken up that morning, kicking off your shoes with a groan.

You peered around the boy, catching sight of what had been cooking in the pan and when you spotted your favorite meal you could have bursted into tears right then and there. Peter picked back up with his song, singing it horribly off key as he set a full glass of wine in front of you, turning back to the pan and continuing with his task.

The worries of your day and of what tomorrow would hold melted away as you and Peter talked about your respective days at work and why your day had been as horrible as it had. “And then he yelled at me, Peter. In front of everyone at the meeting. All because I had sat in the wrong seat at the conference table. It was so embarrassing,” you shoved a forkful of food into your mouth after finishing, Peter leaned on the counter next to you, eyebrows furrowed. “I can have a very close friend of mine pay him a visit. The not-so-friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” you smirked as you sipped more from your glass.

“He doesn’t come out often, but I bet he would be more than glad to do that for you,” he winked as he finished his food, moving his plate into the sink. You shook your head, finishing what was left on your plate and downing your wine. “Well, tell him I said thank you, but I need to keep this job and I have a feeling that he would most likely get me fired,” Peter grabbed your plate and chuckled.

He moved around the counter and wrapped his arms around you from behind, letting you swivel the stool to face him, miming his movements and burying your head into his chest. “Thank you for dinner, Petey. I really needed this,” his hands rubbed up and down your back, placing a quick peck to the crown of your head.

“Anything for you, bug. Let’s go lay in bed and watch tv, yeah?” You nodded and monitored his movements as he crouched down in front of you. You snickered as you hopped onto his back, feeling his hands land under your thighs as he stood up. He lightly adjusted you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs tightly around his waist as he ran around your apartment, jumping onto the walls and crawling around as your laughter mixed with his, tears streaming down your face.

You two had settled down, laying in bed together, Peter completely underneath you as you laid flush on him. You glanced at the boy who was quickly dozing off and felt an unfamiliar feeling worm its way inside you. The realization dawned on you as his breathing evened out, hands going still on your back, that you were in love with him. Completely and hopelessly in love with him.

You weren’t sure that the feeling ever went away, even after everything.

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain It's 2AM and I'm cursing your name I'm so in love that I acted insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you

It had been miserable in New York the last few days, reaching incredibly high temperatures, but to your sweet relief a storm had blown in earlier that evening, putting a chill in the air as the rain poured down.

You sat on your couch, watching The Devil Wears Prada for the millionth time when you heard knocking at your door. Checking your phone you noticed it was almost two in the morning. You hesitantly looked at the door and scanned your surroundings, trying to figure out what you could use as a weapon.

With your candle holder in hand, you slowly made your way to your door, moving as quietly as you could. You peered out the peephole and saw no one there. Contemplating if you should open it, you decided that it would be okay. You had a hefty weapon that you could do some real damage with if need be.

You slowly opened the door and saw that it was totally empty, but heard the entrance door to the building close, signaling someone had in fact been knocking. You rushed over to the window and saw him walking away from your building, being drenched by the rain.

You opened the window, yelling out to be heard over the storm. “Peter!” He immediately stopped and turned, looking up at the window. “Hold on!”

Slamming it shut, you slipped your shoes on and ran down to where he stood in the street. When you came face to face with him, you could see that he was battling within himself as you stood in front of him, alone, for the first time in almost six months.

“You don’t have a jacket on. Here,” he removed his, putting it over your shoulders as you let your arms go into the sopping wet fabric. He instantly got soaked, his hair falling into his face as he used a hand to push it back, water falling off the slope of his nose.

His smell encompassed you and it felt like everything you knew, making your stomach erupt with butterflies as he filled your senses. Neither of you said anything as he held his gaze on you, scanning your figure.

“Peter, why are you here? Is everything okay?” His stare was intense, eyes dark and swimming with his thoughts and you saw how his jaw clenched at the question. “You won’t see me or talk to me,” you eyed him, only offering a shrug. “We broke up. When that happens people typically stop talking. I needed time to get over us. You. If I kept-” he cut you off, looking borderline distraught as he spoke over you.

“You broke up with him,” you stood rooted to your spot, getting pissed off at his words. “How do you know that?” He didn’t falter or hesitate as he answered.

“I saw it,” you took a step towards him, arms folding over your chest as your voice raised. “You’ve been watching me? Are you shitting me, Peter? Who was stalking me? You or Spider-Boy?” His nostrils flared at the nickname that he utterly despised.

“Doesn’t matter,” you scoffed, breaking your gaze from his, laughing as you grew more agitated. “It absolutely fucking does. What gives you the right, Peter?” Your voice raised even more, almost to the point of screaming at him.

“I love you, damn it! I fucking love you!” His tone matched yours, levels of anger and irritation matching each other. Your eyes widened, shaking your head, your wet hair slapping your cheeks at the movement. “I fucked up letting you go. I said the stupidest fucking things I could have ever said to you that night and it absolutely wrecked me. I have been a goddamn mess. I feel like I’ve been losing my mind!” His hands ran through his soaked locks, pulling at the strands as he continued yelling.

Your head didn’t stop shaking, a chorus of no’s mingling with his words as you watched him, tears stinging your eyes. He moved closer, almost flush with you.

“I treated you like shit. I hadn’t slept in two days, I was stressed and I know that isn’t an excuse and I will never be able to apologize enough for it. I can’t forgive myself for what I said to you, but I didn’t mean a single fucking word. I love you. Bug, I love you so much. I am so sorry. I will never be able to apologize enough to you,” you took a step back from him as his tone grew more desperate, pain seeping into each syllable, fighting tears as he talked.

“I just need to know if you love me. If you tell me that you hate me and that you want me to leave you alone, I swear I will. I’ll leave you alone and you won’t deal with me again. But I need to know if you love me. Do you love me?” He was crying at the end, stumbling over his words.

Your eyes snapped up to his as his breathing grew more labored as each word left his mouth, stabbing you the more he said. You couldn’t believe what he was telling you and you didn’t want to hold anything in anymore, knowing this was your chance to get it all off your chest.

“You fucked everything up, Peter! Alias was amazing. He-he called me every single day. He never missed a date. Everyone was jealous of me for landing him! But you know what the worst fucking part is?” You were yelling through the tears, trying to catch your breath as pain flashed across Peter’s face.

“He wasn’t you. Every time I was with him all I could think of was you. I felt absolutely nothing with him because he wasn’t you. He was everything you were supposed to be that you weren’t, but it didn’t fucking matter because he isn’t half of what you are and I fucking hate you for that,” Peter’s hands landed on either side of your jaw as he pulled you to him, lips crashing together.

It was ugly and filled with hatred as your teeth clashed, trying to taste everything you had missed. When you pulled away first, his grip didn’t loosen. Your breath mingled together, stuttering as his forehead rested on yours.

“One more chance. Please? I need one more chance,” you fought within yourself, trying to decide as quickly as possible, sort out all the feelings you had been saddled with during the aftermath of the worst time of your life. It all came down to the fact that you missed him. You so desperately missed him.

Your eyes opened, seeing his cedar, impenetrable look dance over your face, trying to determine your answer before you did. You sucked in a deep breath as you nodded your head, feeling the rain drip down your nose as you met his look.

“One more chance.”

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hotchfiles · 3 months

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Hi!! Happy 100th follower bash! I wanted to request Seth Cohen with the prompt “what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?” If you decide to write it, I can’t wait to read whatever you come up with. Thank you!!

lari's 100th follower bash + send me a prompt and one of my boys for a blurb

seth + “what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?”

three times seth let you go and the one he didn't

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you were his best friend, two little kids watching cartoons and drawing around while your parents drank wine and talked about things you both didn't understand.

as days and weeks and months went by, the more the drinking wine encounters became something only your mother would do, frequently going to the cohens to talk to seth's mom.

"your mommy looks sad."

"she cries a lot too, more than me."

divorce is the word that has been making your mother cry apparently, and soon it makes you and seth cry as well. divorce means you're going away to a new city with your mom.

seth can't do anything about it but hug you tight and hand you the collection of not really great drawings he made of you, for you.

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you come back for high school, thank god, your mother's job is much more demanding now and she feels your dad can be more present than she is.

it's like you never left, you feel. seth instantly clings to you like he did when you were children, except this time his mind is going a thousand miles per hour. he wasn't exactly expecting you to come back and now his mind is completely torn into summer obsessive thoughts and you.

you spend hours and hours watching terrible sci-fi tv shows, he's drawing (more often than not, you're the muse), while you read or write on your journal. it's silent and comfortable and people often tease you about how you're the only one to keep him quiet for so long. seth doesn't understand it much either, but he enjoys watching you, the way you furrow your brows when you forget a word, or how you take a deep breath following a surprised sound when something happens in the book you're reading.

he's been thinking about how at peace you make him feel and he has plans to ask you to homecoming, but some sophomore beats him to it. and he could ask you to go with him instead, drop the other guy. but your eyes close while you're smiling telling him about it, so he just lets it go.

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2.027 miles. 31 hours drive. 4 hour flight.

writing came to you as drawing came to him, you both had collab comic books even. he should've known you wouldn't go for irvine or berkley. or any goddamned college in california with a creative writing program. no.

northwestern university. illinois. he heard you gush about it all senior year, and doubting yourself, saying you wouldn't get in anyway. but you did, obviously, you had everything they required and everything any university could hope for in a student. he knew you would get in and he obviously couldn't ask you to stay for him.

you were just friends.

and even if you weren't, he would never stop you from going after your passions, what made you happy.

he visits you when he can. you both kiss and make out and tell each other the sweetest things in whispers only you can hear in those times. nothing more comes of it though, you're busy and two thousand miles away. he accepts it, he lets go of the idea of having you just yet.

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enough is enough though. and when you tell him about the internship opportunity outside of the country you don't smile with your eyes like prom. your tone uncertain, your whole body weight being held by his arms as you both laid down on your terrible dorm bed.

and as always he wants you. he wants you so bad. he wants you to stay. to ask him to go with you. like he wanted you to stay with your dad after the divorce. like he wanted to be your date for homecoming. like he's been wanting to call you his girlfriend, his partner, his lover, his wife even.

"is it bad to want something so badly?" he says more to himself than to you, really, but still you turn your head to him, using his chest as a support for your chin.

"i mean... it's just an internship i don't want it that bad—"

"that's not—i want to ask you to stay. with me. don't go. and that's selfish." he keeps his eyes glued to the ceiling as if he hadn't just made your heart skip a thousand beats.

"then just ask me, funny boy." his grip to you tightens, if that's even possible, and he's finally able to not let it go, to not let you go.

#lari's 100th #IM BACK #thx for requesting omg especially seth #seth cohen imagine #seth cohen scenario #seth cohen fanfiction #seth cohen fanfic #seth cohen x reader #seth cohen x you #seth cohen x y/n #lari writes sometimes

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year

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HII!! How are you :) hope you wouldn’t care if I make this request BUT… could I maybe request Any of The Creepypastas (PLATONICALLY) with a Child! Creep! Reader who has a Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche Personality?? Basically like dress like them as well and the same story ^^ So Riliane is a very Wealthy Princess who’s very selfish, whimsical, and egotistical? feel free to have fun with this!! just do whatever you’d like :) thanks!

Hello! I do not have much knowledge on this character, but I did some research and I hope this is to your liking! <333 I also tried to use some of the more popular creeps and some I've never wrote for before

Thank you so much for requesting!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Creeps with a Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche Child!reader

Eyeless Jack

When you arrived at the mansion almost everyone knew immediately

Even Jack, who spends his time locked away either in the medical wing or in his room

You have a very....loud personality to say the least

The first time he ever meets you, it's after you tripped in the garden and scraped your knee

With the way you were screaming one could've sworn you had your leg chopped off

Oh and don't get him started on when he tried to clean the wound

Once you had calmed down enough to actually sit still and let him fix you up, that's when you got started about how "horrid" the medical bed you were sitting on was

A princess like you deserves better than some hard, cold table with thin paper carelessly spread over the surface

Jack doesn't indulge in your snarky comments, and instead focuses on carefully placing a band aid on your knee ("It has to have unicorns!")

Whenever Jack sees you around the mansion, it is typically when he's getting some extra food

You tend to enjoy commenting on how "greasy" he looks

And occasionally he'll allow you to at least file his claws down to silence your constant begging to make him "look like a proper gentleman"

You certainly humble him, that's for sure

Ticci toby

When Toby first hears about you, he assumes it will be another situation like Sally's

Just a small child, so sad and confused as to where they are, what's happening and why it's all happening to them

Boy, was he wrong

The second you arrived you made it known that you weren't going to take nothing from nobody

He kind of respects you for that tbh, you go kid!

He tries his best to make a good impression, offering to play dolls or bake sweets

You, of course, are not up for it

"Those dolls look as if they've been burnt in a house fire and baking is servant's work."

A small piece of you is pleased that someone is actually making an effort to make you happy

Then again, everyone should be trying to make you happy

Toby tends to be the one you hang around the most

Only because he'll do practically anything if you ask nicely enough

"Tobias, go get me a blanket for my afternoon nap, pretty please"

"Well, since you said please...."

Jason the Toymaker

Jason thinks you are the sweetest little thing

He doesn't seem to see that selfish, egotistical side of you like the others do

You are a perfect little angel in his eyes

And a wonderful model

To go with your lavish lifestyle, you need new dresses quite often

And since Jason is so good at sewing, and is great with children, you tend to gravitate towards him

He senses your style so well too!

You give him a messy sketch and he executes it so perfectly

Even his suggestions are up to your standards

"I was simply loving this pattern you wanted, but instead of maroon how would you feel about gold trimmings?"

You have such a wonderful array of choices thanks to him

Of course, there are moments where you can't wear your fancy dresses (For example when you are working)

The day you got your uniform you downright refused to wear such a hideous outfit

But Jason managed to fix it up so that you at least managed to wear it

#creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #slender mansion #creepypasta x female reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x y/n #eyeless jack x reader #jason the toymaker x reader #jason the toymaker #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby

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osirisiii-bc · 7 months

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Dinner time [Kids temp part II - Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader -OS]

Following the suggestion of a reader, here it is a second part where we witness the after-encounter commentary of the Sisters… and so much more.

This had been sitting in my drafts for literal months, but there were some details I really couldn’t work until inspiration hit back again.

I know I often make parallels between cunnilingus and food, but girl, if they gotta eat, they gotta eat.

This story in particular was written mostly for fun and to give a little bit of love to the Sisters, with little glimpse of their everyday life at the Ministry. Enjoy ;)

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Title: Dinner time [Kids Temp part II]

Genre: PWP, smut, explicit, oral sex, sex, nsfw

Pairing: Papa Emertitus IV x F!Reader (Sister of Sin)

Rating: Nc17

Summary: After the first encounter in his office, thanks to a cup of kids temp coffee, Papa requests you to serve dinner in his chambers. You obviously do not neglect the task… and the new bet with your Sister-best friend. Wattpad | AO3 or down here 👇🏻

Fors those who haven’t read the first part: Kids Temp >>> Wattpad | AO3

You run straight to your group of Sister friends, jumping with your brightest grin.

They are grouped in the cloister, enjoying each other’s company between chores.

You hug the Sister you had made the bet with, your best friend, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her on the lips. “Do you feel it? That’s the taste of victory!” you chirp with your high-pitched voice.

“Nooo way!” she screams in response, just as happy as you. “My little hoe!”

“Ah, great, you did it…” you hear Sister Lucy, visibly irritated, "but you know what? I fucked Terzo so many times that you can go fuck yourself.”

“All pre-Copia sisters here fucked Terzo, there's really nothing to brag about.” another sister comments.

"Oh, come on, don't be sad... maybe he was just in a bad mood that day," you try to comfort her. You know she's not really mad at you, only let down because she didn't make it with Copia. You're soon interrupted by the other Sisters.

“Come on, tell us about his cock!”

"And his perfume! Does he really smell that good?"

"He smells like he bathes in Armani every morning..." you confirm, rolling your eyes all dreamy.

"I knew it was Armani!"

"How did you persuade him? He looks so unreachable lately..."

"It was pretty easy, actually. I don't know what worked… I just acted annoying as usual." You shrug. "You just have to insist a bit more, I guess. It's all about keeping the connection."

Another Sister interrupts you again. “But back to the most important thing: the dick.”

“Is he big?”

“Yes! He IS big! And he is soooo good… And he likes deepthroat…”

“All men like deepthroat.”

“Yes but the way he pushes you down is…” again you roll your eyes as you were telling them of a dream “…so demanding.”

"Did you only blow him?"

"Yeah," you say with a little bit of disappointment. "But it was great anyway."

"Well, you made it anyway. Maybe he likes you..." Sister Ania tenderly caresses your hair with the sweetest smile. "Maybe he'll make you his new chosen partner."

You really wish… you feel so in love.

You decided to join the Clergy after watching the band at a concert, after Copia was proclaimed new Papa. In the dimly lit concert hall, hidden from your oppressive family who had no knowledge of your attendance, you watched in awe Papa Emeritus IV magnifically honoring Lucifer and decided you wanted to spend the rest of your days kneeling before that man. It was your call to escape, to run away from your family, finding a new, loving one in the other Sisters with a similar background as yours.

To everybody you are still “The little one”, everyone’s child. Much like the other girls who joined the order at a tender age, you sought refuge among the Sisters, forging bonds with those who shared backgrounds akin to your own, supporting each other and sharing fantasies of your favorite Papas, fueled by the tales of the older sisters, who were much more experienced than you but always ready to guide and protect you through their teachings.

You found in sex liberation and power, when you felt ready to experiment with it, and in the Sisters of Sins a new, loving family.

Days are dedicated to the rigors of the Ministry, toiling away at chores and immersing yourself in rituals, masses and daily life of the order. But as the sun dips below the horizon, nights come alive. The dormitories echo with the sound of celebration – parties, orgies, and whispers that stretch into the morning. Here, you all share the common bond of sisterhood, stories from the older ones, and the simple joys of being together.

Among the many sisters, one name reigns supreme: Serena, The Legend. She holds a unique distinction, having been with all the Papas throughout her time. Contrary to common belief, having sex with a Papa wasn't something to be taken for granted.

Even before the formal inception of the Sisters of Sin order during Secondo's papacy, Serena was already a devout fan. She had followed the band from its humble beginnings in small clubs, led by Primo. During that period, she had been engaged to an insufferable man who only succeeded in making her feel insecure.

Yet, as she found herself chanting those unholy lyrics alongside Primo and a handful of early fans, it was like a clarion call to reclaim her independence. Serena had been one of the earliest to join the Sisters of Sin order. Breaking up with her useless fiancé, she embarked on a personal mission: to find Primo and complete the to-do list of Papas. She tracked him down in the Ministry and managed to sneak into his room one night.

When asking her how did she manage to fuck with him, given his age, she just responded “Dick didn't work well anymore, but damn me if the man can still use fingers and tongue!”

She had a personal chart of the Papas, which looked like this:

Primo: definitely too old to have a proper fuck, but the best with tongue and fingers.

Secondo: the biggest dick of all. Dominant, strong, perverted. The drawback was that he was often too drunk; a few times, he even drifted off mid-action.

Terzo: a pretty average dick, but totally compensated by his twisted kinks and his romantic ways. He definitely knew how to treat a woman, while he was a total whore with boys and Ghouls. Funniest sex, especially in group, but better not to trust whatever he said during it. He just forgot the moment he came.

Copia: she fucked with him both as a Cardinal and as a Papa; even though she had been one of his selected partners for a bit, she first got the impression he preferred boys, to the point she thought he was just gay. Big dick, a shame he was so shy now. A wasted potential.

Needless to say, Papa Nihil is definitely off-limits for everyone.

You spend nights awake in her dormitory listening, along with the other girls, to her stories and hoping to reach her success and confidence.

Copia is only the first Papa you had been with.

You love your friends.

“Have you seen my panties?” One of them is now calling you while you have your hand busy into Cardinal Anthony’s pants.

“No, honey...”

“A ghoul wants to smell them while we fuck.”

“I haven't seen ‘em, but here, take mine.” you grab the panties on the floor near you and hand them to her, keeping the rhythm of your hand on the cardinal. You know the Ghouls can easily smell the difference but you’re sure that will not be important on that occasion.

“Thank you, love.” and she leans to kiss your temple before leaving with your panties.

The orgies are an integral part of your daily routine. They serve not only to celebrate Satan’s - and yours - lust, but also to strengthen your bonds with your siblings and hierarchy figures, as well as to explore yourselves and your boundaries.

Although some might say that is a mere exploitation of the Sister’s body, to all of you it is an empowering expression of freedom. Every participant holds absolute autonomy over their bodies and choices. You have the freedom to accept or decline an invitation, to select your partners, and determine the duration of your participation. In this environment, all forms of unions are not only allowed but encouraged. You never felt so safe, and you are grateful you had your first sexual experience there, in a safe and controlled environment.

No longer after, another voice distracts you in the middle of the encounter.

“Once you’re finished here, take a shower and come to the kitchen.” An older Sister instructs, standing beside you as you ride the cardinal with moderate emphasis.

“Why?” You ask breathkessly.

“He wants you to serve his dinner in his room.”

“Who?”

“The Papa, sweetheart.”

“Papa?!” you burst into the biggest grin.“Yes!” you scream while riding even harder the cardinal under you, “yes!” and the thought of him fills your mind while you lose yourself in the overwhelming orgasm.

Not long later, you stand in the kitchen, fully prepared, patiently awaiting the moment to deliver the tray to his room.

You look down the tray: a salad, some fruits, a yogurt and a juice brick. All cold food. You smirk, your mind already awash with enticing fantasies.

Once more, you find yourself standing before a wooden door, tray in hand. It feels like a déjà vu, but this time, the wooden door leads to his chambers.

Less than an hour before, you had quickly cleaned yourself after the intercourse with cardinal Anthony and had run, still naked, to your best friend, who was blowing a ghoul.

“Papa wants me to serve his dinner!”

She had gestured you to wait one second, her mouth obviously full. Once done, she had just said “What?”.

And you had set another bet.

This time you needed to come both to win it. Full sex. You couldn’t wait.

Once more, you present the tray to the Ghoul and knock on the door, glad to hear his voice again after months, allowing you to enter.

"Your Unholiness," you greet him, a touch more confident than your last visit but still carrying a hint of insecurity from the time apart. "I've brought your dinner."

"Thank you, dear," he utters, his attention momentarily absorbed by his work at the writing desk. After a few moments, he shifts his gaze toward you. He's donned a pair of reading glasses, which he removes before rising and moving to the grand dining table at the center of the room. The place exudes opulence, adorned with a lavish predominance of gold that glistens with every source of light.

Everything within it seems so precious, and you can't help but imagine yourself surrendering to Papa's expert hands while leaning on that table, surrounded by all that opulent gold.

He appeared to be busy but you really can't tell with what. He gestures to the table, "Leave it here," he calmly instructs. There's a perpetual aura of solemnity that surrounds him, making you feel small and fortunate if he merely spares a glance in your direction.

You do as instructed, carefully leaving the tray where he indicated. You're now close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne. Today, he's dressed in a somewhat more "casual" manner, wearing a decorated black cassock.

"It's good to have you here again," you express, allowing yourself to inquire, "How was the tour, if I may ask?"

"Very thorough, but successful indeed. We had a very positive response," he replies.

"Me and the other sisters watched some videos… you've been amazing," you share, with a certain admiration.

“Oh, you have? How nice.” you feel relieved to see his little smile again every time he says something. “How is it going here? Did you girls behave well?”

"We had a couple of LaVeyan's rituals, I’ve done the altar once!" you exclaim with excitement.

"Ah, really?" He seems pleased to hear that. "I know Secondo loved LaVeyan's rituals. I'm glad you're carrying on the old traditions."

He then glances at you standing beside the table. "But please, have a seat," he invites. "I don't want you to stand there like that."

Now, you're feeling noticeably more confident. He appears much more approachable than the first time you were alone with him. As you sit at his table, you gather the courage to ask, "How are you, Papa?" but almost immediately wonder if "Papa" might be too informal of a name to use.

However, he doesn't seem to mind. "Content, but tired... hopefully I'll have a little break from my duties now that the first part of the tour is over."

"Time to relax a bit..."

"Yeah... time to relax."

For a moment you stare at each other with complicity, and then you add, "I've known you specifically requested me to bring you dinner..."

“I may have.” he confirms. He rubs his fingers before continuing “You seem like a… colorful distraction to have around.”

You smile, surprised by his tender words. "I'm happy to know you still remember me,"

He smiles briefly and glances away, seemingly a bit embarrassed by his own thoughts. "Sometimes... you came back to my mind during the lonely nights after gigs..."

You can already see where this conversation will lead. "I hope there were good memories."

"You left me with a good memory, indeed."

"You too..." your smile transforms into a smirk. It seems like the time for small talk has come to an end. "...and with a good taste."

“Actually…” and he pauses, as you slowly pull up the skirt on your thighs, progressively folding the fabric in your palms to expose yourself before his eyes, legs slightly apart. He looks down on you, interested, looking away after a few seconds, moving his tongue inside his mouth before continuing, “Well… You really don’t like to wait, little girl.”

You can only smile and bite your lower lip with joyful anticipation. “Why wait when time is already so little…”

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow as if hit by those words. “As I was trying to say, I thought that last time we met, we only focused on me… maybe it wasn’t really kind of me to send you away without some… proper care.”

“That’s very nice of you…” you say. Leaning forward, you add, "May I come closer? This table is so large, it's hard to hear you."

As you stand up, your skirt gracefully falls to your legs. You move to his side, circling the table. Now standing in front of him, you create a smaller space between his chair and the table. He looks up at you, and you continue, "I was impressed by your stage performance, especially with your… fingers… and the thrusts…”

Copia chuckles, recalling the scenes he did during the heatwave of the shows.

"I wonder if you could show me in person..." You take one of his hands from the armrest and guide it lightly to your chest.

“Yes, I like… to use fingers…” and he timidly opens his glove covered hand to caress your breast, softly and hesitant. “I must say… you know how to start a fire.” he considers, pushing his hand on you a bit more, feeling your nipples wake up when he squeezes it, once again letting himself ignite by the growing excitement.

You smirk, looking down at him. You take off his glove, then slide his hand down your torso, until you reach your groin. He massages it through the fabric of your habit, but again you lift up the skirt, and his fingers finally get in contact with your bare skin. He starts by timidly caressing your inner thigh with the back of his index finger, while you start to breath heavily already.

He must find it so easy to casually slide his thumb up and down your clitoris, already wet. The other fingers lightly touching the area of your well lubed entrance. He’s still timid, looking distractly away, but when he looks at what his hand is doing he can’t help but release a heavy breath, his eyes darkening in desire.

You moan, your head rolls back with a step backwards, stopped by the edge of the table. Your hands grab the wood at your sides while you move to sit on it.

He then pulls the chair closer, and you have a silly realization of what he really meant by having you serving his dinner.

“Can I, sister…?” He asks, looking up at you, his hands already on your thighs.

“I bet you must be hungry…”

A smirk, and he disappears under your skirt to finally start enjoying his meal. You don’t see it but you feel what he is doing. You really feel it, and you remember why you like older men, thinking how many girls they have licked to gain their experience. He really seems the type who doesn’t really know how to start, but once in action he doesn’t hold back at all.

He’s patient, precise, moves his tongue with experienced technique; not in that fast, fidgety way the young priests and Brothers, and even other Sisters, do; his laps are soft, long and warm, just like he was eating a melting ice cream, licking all directions to prevent the cream to slide down… he licks you like he really loves doing it.

And he loves to delve his tongue deep between your labias and hear you panting while you move your hip towards his face, immersed in the warmth of your thighs.

All of a sudden, he speeds up, and that warm stimulation of his tongue moving quickly on your clitoris makes you almost jump.

You instinctually raise a leg and put your foot on the chair armrest, guided by his hand, gently pushing it to open you up a bit more.

You need to hold on something so you reach to his head, running your fingers through his now partially silver hair, gently guiding him when you need him to push more against you. The only thing you hear is wet sounds mixed with yours and his soft moans, which makes your whole body pulse and tremble.

At the end, when you start to run out of breath and your leg vibrate for the pleasure, he decides to stop, leaving you breathless and slightly disappointed.

Copia stands up, and that move alone is enough for you to flinch and gasp with anticipation. Despite not being exceptionally tall, he still towers over you, even as you sit on the table, and you look up to him, lips parted, impatient to feel his big hands on your waist and his mouth on you again. That’s what he does, grabbing your waist to pull you closer. In his face now, you catch a glimpse of the fierceness he shows on stage. You are his audience now, and he knows the power he got on you. If he were to ask you to bark, you'd already be on all fours, ready to give him your best performance.

You hope for it a little.

But instead you moan to the sensation of his covered erection against your nude, sensitive skin, while he takes advantage of your open lips to surprise you with a deep, passionate kiss, pushing between your legs even more. You taste yourself on his tongue and lips.

He hesitates for a moment, as if struck by a sudden thought.

"I don't want you to think I'm only using you…," he whispers against your lips, a hint of reconsideration showing on his face.

"You can use me any way you desire," you respond.

"Don't say that," he says softly before kissing you, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

Before you can even expect it, you find yourself heavily panting to the sudden sensation of fulfillment that his two fingers pushed deep inside you provide. His head is hidden on the curve between your neck and shoulder, easily deepening inside you, curving his fingers in search of your point, then going out and in again, faster and faster.

“Please, Papa... I need more…” You manage to whisper with broken voice, following his rhythm with your hips. “Please…” and you remove your cap, finally freeing your hair. He grabs it, pulling you to him for a greedy, wet kiss while his expert fingers keep pushing inside you with no mercy.

Time to take the lead, so you reach his cassock to unbutton it under his curious eyes.

“Oh, Sister…”

You hear him grunting in your ear, muffling his moans through your hair, never daring looking at you while thrusting between your legs, with his cock in your hand.

With a little help he finally slides in, one hand on the table and the other on your hip, gasping and pushing in with all his strength.

The thrusts you had seen him do on stage are now pushing him as deep as he can in you, proving that’s not only stage acting. In a crescendo of your voices, him grunting quietly and you panting like a dying maiden, with high pitches whenever a well assessed thrust mercilessly hits your spot.

In the meantime, you frantically touch yourself on the clit, feeling him reaching his limit. His last pushes, the hips rotation and the crack in his voice give you the adrenaline rush you needed to reach your pick too, and as he greedily slides his tongue between your lips at the end, it is enough to come, resting your head on his shoulder, panting heavily in his ear as the orgasm shakes you for a few moments.

He holds you even tighter in his last spasms, feeling his desperate grip on your back, his hips tiredly moving for the last time before climax shakes his entire body, exhaling one last, exhausted grunt, leaning his neck over your shoulder.

“Wow…” you can only say, trying to catch your breath again. “You should spend more time with us… you’d make all us Sisters so happy.”

He shooks his head, chuckling “I’m not Terzo or Secondo…” he says with a tired smile “And you Sisters certainly have way more productive ways to spend time…” he finally falls on the chair, relaxing his limbs on the armrests while you fix yourself up.

If you could see his cheeks tinged with a light pink beneath the paint, you might notice how he appears even more tender, regardless of his role and age. “I’m not what I used to be anymore, I’m afraid you girls are way out of my league now, eheh.” and that little jiggle while he brushes his hair back with his hands reminds you how much you love him.

He takes the plate of salad and positions it in front of him on the table once you get down. Some leaves have fallen onto the tray, and the juice box now rests on the side. He doesn't even look at you as he distractedly asks, “So, did you win this bet too...?”

Voices really run fast through the Clergy.

#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost fanfiction #smut #copia x reader #sister of sin #Now and forever seduce the old man

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‘The Road Goes Ever On and On’ - part 7

summary: everything with bucky is fantastic, and the two of you finally make it official by going out for dinner.

a/n: i decided to come back to this series for my own pleasure lol, i missed writing it and i decided that all y’all in my inbox asking about this fic deserved to get an update, although it’s very untimely lol.

warnings: singlemom!reader, domestic!bucky, alpine barnes, dinner date, nonalcoholic wine consumption, awkward cutesy bucky, talk of sex/intimacy, extreme sexual tension between bucky and reader :))))

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The rest of the weekend at Sam’s simply flies by. You’re genuinely surprised with just how quickly time goes when you’re spending it with Bucky. It actually makes it hard for you to leave on Sunday afternoon, knowing this little retreat can’t last forever, but Jasper has an even harder time with leaving.

Although he can be the sweetest at times, your son sure does know how to throw a fit. Luckily, Bucky now knows how to calm him down. It was miraculous, really, the way Bucky talked Jasper out of his tantrum. You don’t even know what he said to get the toddler to stop crying, but whatever it was, you’ll need to know for the future.

Maybe it was because Bucky brought up the fact that Jasper needs to get back to his little betta fish who probably misses him. Maybe it was just because of Bucky’s calming demeanor and his gentle approach that Jasper felt content and calm again. Any way it happened, it’s a good thing you don’t plan on getting rid of Bucky any time soon.

The three of you fall back into the week resuming your usual, mundane routines. Jasper goes back to school, Bucky’s hours at the coffee shop are mostly the same, and yours at the office are back to normal, too.

But everything with Bucky feels better now.

It was already fantastic, but now that you’ve confessed your attraction to each other, it’s just become more comfortable and less awkward. There’s no more tip-toeing around the sweet gestures, no more excuses for needing to cuddle or talk, no more avoiding physical contact, and all the more reason to share little moments of affection.

Every morning, you drop off Jasper at school on the way to work; every afternoon, Bucky picks up Jasper from school on his way home from work; and every evening when you get home, he has dinner waiting for you. He goes out of his way to ensure you feel supported by him, whether it’s making your favorite meal, a long hug after a hard day, or the simplicity of telling you, “You’re doing great,” or “I’m here for you.” It feels like your own perfect, little, family.

You do try to limit your PDA in front of Jasper, though, just because you want to avoid any more big changes he will have to adapt to. You try to keep your affection contained to when he’s not around, which is pretty rare. Most of your time spent just one on one is after Jasper has gone to bed, giving the two of you the opportunity to exchange soft kisses or cuddle on the couch in private. But any time the toddler does catch the two of you sharing a hug or a dainty kiss, like when one of you leaves for work or just to be silly, Jasper squeals in excitement.

Other than the newfound comfort in showing affection and more romantic words of affirmation between you and Bucky, things are pretty much all the same in the Barnes-(Y/LN) household. You never realized just how many things the two of you did that were couple-like even before you admitted your feelings for each other.

You’re so happy with Bucky, and you know Jasper is, too.

~~~

“So y’know James, right? Bucky?” you ask Natasha over FaceTime one afternoon at your lunch break.

“That’s a random change of topic,” Nat laughs, but nods all the same. “Yeah, of course I know Bucky! He’s easily one of our customers’ favorite workers. ”

“What do you mean?” you ask, feeling a little surge of innocent jealousy that maybe someone else has a crush on your beloved, beefy barista.

“Well, apparently he does art in the foam of the coffees from time to time and he helps old ladies out to their cars on snowy days and things like that. Regulars ask about him on his days off, so I guess he’s a fan favorite.”

“That’s adorable,” you giggle, just thinking about how stinking cute Bucky must look doing his job. “But how the heck did I not know about the coffee art thing?”

“Well, he’s pretty on the down-low about it. He likes to think no one knows it’s him, but Yelena almost always works the same shift as him now and she fills me in on all his little antics,” Nat explains with a knowing glance. “He’s so shy at work, but everyone loves him. I mean everyone. And he’s super talented with the designs in the coffee, honestly.”

“He’s never made art in my coffees before!” you playfully pout, but genuinely wonder why he hasn’t shared this with you.

You haven’t gone to the coffee shop in a while, but you just might have to sometime soon, just to see Bucky in action.

“Oh, you’re still living with him, right?” Nat then asks.

It’s been a while since the two of you had time to really catch up, and there sure is a lot of new news you have to share with her.

“Yeah…” you start slowly, then take a deep breath to start your next statement. “And… well, you know how you thought we were dating when I first moved in with him?”

“(Y/N)!” the red head practically yells through the screen with excitement. She knows where this is going. “Are you guys actually together now?”

“Well…” you giggle nervously, feeling your heart begin to race. “Kind of, I guess.”

“(Y/n), I’m so happy for you!” she exclaims, and you’re almost sad that you’re not with her in person to share this big news. “When did you guys make it official?”

“Uh… I don’t know that we did… I mean, make it official. I think we just admitted we like each other. And a kiss or two has been shared,” you throw in, just because.

“You’re adorable,” Nat giggles at your bashfulness. “(Y/n), if you need me to watch Jasper for a night so that you guys can go out and get dinner or go do something to make it official on an actual date, please let me know,” she offers happily.

“I think we may just take things slow, y’know. But that would definitely be helpful, so I will certainly take you up on your offer,” you smile.

“Good! This is so good for you, (Y/n). I’m so, so proud of you and so happy you have this bond with him. He seems like such a sweet guy.”

“He really is. And you should see the way he is with Jasper. I’m so grateful he has both you and Bucky as role models. You guys have been the best for both of us.”

“Well, you deserve the best, babe. Even if you won’t admit it,” she gives you a sassy smile, to which you roll your eyes in response.

“I love you,” you giggle.

“I love you, too,” she smiles right back.

“Well, I have a meeting in a few minutes so I’m gonna let you go. But I’ll definitely talk to Bucky tonight so we can maybe plan to go out for dinner or something,” you tell her.

“Please do!” she nods. “Good luck with your meeting!”

“Thank you! See you later!” you wave.

She waves back, then blows you a kiss, and then the call ends.

You giggle again, just to yourself.

Life is pretty good.

~~~

That afternoon, you get to sneak out of work a little earlier than usual. Glancing at the clock in your car, you see that Jasper and Bucky should have just gotten home about an hour before. There’s a longing in your heart to get back to your boys to relax a little for the rest of the evening as you make a direct trip home from your office.

After parking your car in the driveway, you grab your things and rush to the front door as quickly as you possibly can as the desire to be wrapped in Bucky’s strong arms starts to take over you.

When you enter the house, you close the door gently behind you upon hearing the faint sound of some soft, old song playing from the kitchen. You hang your coat and bag on the hooks in the entryway, then kick off your shoes before slinking into the kitchen.

The sight you come across as you enter is quite possibly the cutest. Once you get close enough, you can hear that the song is one by Elton John, and Bucky is humming quietly and swaying along to it as stands at the counter, cutting up some vegetables.

Sneakily, you approach him from behind, hoping he doesn’t hear you.

“Buckyyy,” you greet him in a quiet, sing-song manner, wrapping your arms around his front to surprise him.

“Hi, Sweetheart!” he answers happily and quietly, instantly dropping the knife to the counter and turning around in your arms to pull you close to him. “You’re home early!” he whisper-exclaims, and with a kiss to your temple, then asks, “How was your day?”

“Pretty good,” you sigh, letting your body fall limp in his tight grasp, running your hands up and down his strong back. “How was yours?”

“Better now that you’re here,” he murmurs into your ear. “Mmm, I missed you so much.”

This feeling of safety, security… this feeling of love… you’ve never experienced it in this capacity before. To come home to someone telling you they missed you, coming home to unconditional support - it’s something you didn’t know you needed.

You’re so in love with Bucky.

You’re so in love with him, it’s impossible to even describe.

Your only fear is that he doesn’t feel as strongly as you do.

“Missed you, too,” you tilt your head up, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

With a bashful grin, Bucky tightens his grasp around your body and pulls you in closer to him, leaning down to meet you for a sweet, delicate kiss on your lips.

“Mm,” you realize it’s a tad too calm as you break away from his lips. “It is far too quiet in this house. Where’s my son?” you laugh lightly.

“He’s napping on the couch,” Bucky chuckles along with you.

“Napping? At four in the afternoon? He gets naptime at school after lunch,” you furrow your eyebrows, wondering how he could still be tired.

“Actually, he seemed a little out of it when I picked him up from school and he kept nodding off in the car ride home. And when we got home, before I could even offer to make him a snack, he had already climbed onto the couch and cuddled up with Alpine,” Bucky explains. “I’ll send you the picture I took.”

“Gosh, this growth spurt. You know, maybe I should start giving him those multivitamins again,” you say, more to yourself than to Bucky. “I wonder if he’s got a deficiency or if he’s coming down with something. Shoot. Do you think I should get him checked out?” you start to worry yourself.

“Sweets, I’m no pediatrician, but if he has no other symptoms, I think you’re right about it being just a growth spurt,” Bucky nods, using his flesh hand to caress your shoulder. “He’s as playful and happy as he normally is. Just a little extra sleepy,” Bucky assures you.

“I guess you’re right,” you chew on your bottom lip.

“Hey, but Sarah was a pediatric nurse for a while,” Bucky brings up, gently rubbing his hands up and down your shoulders.

He wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t want to invalidate your feelings. You have every right to be worried as a mother, and Bucky just wants you to know he’s there for you.

“Sarah…” you trail off, trying to recall where you know that name from.

“Wilson. Sam’s sister. She’s worked in a children’s hospital for at least five years. Maybe we could plan a time to see Sam and Sarah and the two of you could talk, if it will ease your mind,” he suggests meekly.

“It would. Thank you, Bucky,” you nod and smile, feeling your heart swell at his thoughtfulness.

“Of course, Sweetheart,” he coos, pulling you back into his arms, placing a kiss atop your head.

“Hey, so…” you murmur into his chest. ”Nat knows about us now.”

“Nat… Natasha?” he asks to clarify, running his hands over your back. “Miss Romanoff?”

You pull your head up to face him, nodding hesitantly as you try to read his face. Maybe it was a mistake to open up to Nat so quickly about this. Maybe you crossed a boundary.

Great, (Y/n). It hasn’t even been a week since you’ve admitted your feelings and you’ve already jeopardized the relationship.

“Is that okay?” you wonder.

“Of course it’s okay,” Bucky assures you, reaching up to hold your face. “I just know that she’s going to be that much more protective over you now,” he chuckles, and you feel relieved once you see his smile.

“Oh, I bet,” you giggle along with him. ”But she also did offer to watch Jasper for a night if we wanted to go out and… y’know, just do couple-y things,” you trail off into a mutter by the end of your statement.

“What things?” he smiles, directing you to look back at him.

“Couple-y things,” you half frown and half smile, feigning anger that he’s teasing you.

“Oh. And would you wanna go out and do… couple-y things?” he then asks with a smirk.

“Maybe,” you purse your lips, casting your gaze downwards. “Only if you wanted to, too.”

And a switch in him flips; he goes from playful and silly to passionate and serious. He holds your face in his hands and catches your eyes once again.

“I would love to,” he says genuinely, but sees that you’re still pondering something. “What else is on your mind, Sweets?”

“Well… well we kiss and stuff,” you start again shyly.

“Yeah, and I do like kissing you,” he teases softly, punctuating his point with a dainty kiss to your lips.

“But like… what about other stuff?” you trail off, trying to find a more tactful way to talk about sex.

“Other stuff?” he asks, running his flesh thumb over your cheek, not picking up on what you mean..

“Like, just other… uh, intimate stuff,” you answer bashfully.

“Oh,” he nods. “What about it?”

“I just mean that… Well, I promise I’ll try to be comfortable with it, you know… if you need that kinda stuff,” you avert your eyes from his gaze.

“Oh, Sweetheart, absolutely not,” he coos while shaking his head.

“What?” you wonder nervously, turning your head back up to look at him.

“(Y/n),” he sighs, moving his hands from your face to press them flat against your back, keeping you close to him, but at enough of a distance that he can hold your eye contact. “When you’re ready, you’re ready. I’m not going to make you go any quicker than the pace you need, alright?”

“But, Bucky, if you need that—“ you start again, but when you see Bucky shaking his head, you stop talking.

“I don’t,” he states plainly. “(Y/n), I promise I am never going to force you to do anything you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with. We are going to move at your pace. And when you feel you’re ready to take that next step, however long you need to wait and prepare, I will be here. I promise I’m not going anywhere, so please do not feel like you have to rush,” he assures you, running his thumb over your cheek.

“I am ready,” you blurt out, though you’re not sure you mean it.

“When the time is right, it will happen,” he assures you, seeing right through you.

“Alright,” you sigh and give him a timid smile. “Ugh. You’re so nice to me.”

“Well you’re really cute so it’s pretty easy,” he returns, pushing a loose section of your hair behind your ear before kissing your cheek, making your ears burn in embarrassment. “Too cute for your own good,” he then whispers, moving down to press a quick kiss just below your jawline.

Then, he pulls away, letting go of you and turning away to continue cooking.

“Mm, come back,” you groan quietly.

“Dinner,” he whisper-shouts, shooting you a wink before he goes about his business, seasoning the food and tossing it all together in a pan on the stove.

You sigh playfully-dramatically, rolling your eyes before he rolls his eyes back at you as you prance out of the kitchen. Heading into the living room, your eyes fall on the cutest sight: Jasper nuzzled up with Alpine.

You almost don’t want to wake him, but you know that if he sleeps any longer, he won’t go to sleep tonight. And maybe it’s selfish, but you need him to start sleeping better so that you can spend more interrupted time with Bucky.

“Bubba,” you murmur to him, running your hand over his soft cheek, watching as he slowly stirs awake.

“Mama,” he mumbles sleepily, lifting his head from Alpine’s tummy to glance up at you.

“It’s dinner time,” you say gently, lifting him off the couch, so he curls his little legs around your waist and rests his sleepy head on your shoulder.

“What’s for dinner?” he asks, lifting his head to watch as you walk back into the kitchen.

“Why don’t you ask Bucky,” you say, and the man’s ears perk up at the sound of his name from your lips.

“Hiya, Sport,” Bucky greets gently, wiping his hands on a towel before taking the toddler from your arms as you take over his duty at the stove.

“Bucky,” Jasper says in a sleepy, sing-song voice, resting his head back down on Bucky’s shoulder. “What’s f’dinner?”

“Spaghetti,” Bucky coos, placing a protective hand over the back of Jasper’s head and then bouncing him in his arms a little. “That alright with you?”

Good god. Every time you see Jasper in Bucky’s arms, your stomach flutters. The whole scene you’re in - coming home from work to Bucky, trading off the kid, and cooking together - it makes you so happy.

You can’t explain it: it’s so basic, so normal… traditional. But it’s everything you could ever ask for.

“Mhm,” Jasper hums back with a giggle as he lifts his head to look up at the man. “Tummy so hungry.”

“Well, good,” Bucky nods, pulling his own head back to gaze at the little boy. “Wanna taste it and tell me if it’s yummy enough?”

“Yeah!” he perks up, and Bucky sets him down on the kitchen counter before spooning some of the spaghetti out of the pot for Jasper to blow on and then taste.

“How is it? Yum?” Bucky asks, and Jasper just smiles and hums contently, making Bucky chuckle. “Well as long as you approve, Sport.”

You love your two boys.

~~~

The next day, you decide to work from home to be with Jasper, since he doesn’t have school. Bucky leaves early in the morning for his opening shift at the coffee shop, and you don’t expect him to be home until at least past two.

You miss him terribly, since both you and Jasper slept through him leaving, but you know this one on one time with your son is just what he needs, especially after all the change that’s been happening for him. Thankfully, he seems to have adapted well to it all, and it helps that you’re still sleeping in the same room, although you hope to change that. And soon.

You love your son more than words can say, but you have an inclination that Bucky may just be a better roommate. But of course, you don’t know how he’d feel about sharing a bed, even though the two of you are - kind of - together now. So you settle for now, and figure that when the right time comes, you’ll know.

After lunch, Jasper takes to playing with some blocks. You’re down on the floor playing with him for a while, but eventually cuddle up on the couch with Alpine. She seems to be your cuddle buddy in place of Bucky when he’s away.

“Mama, look’it!” your son says excitedly.

“Very cool, Bubba,” you giggle and nod, watching as he places yet another Jenga block on top of the other three, stacking them long ways up.

You’re actually impressed with the stillness of hand he has to balance them on the small ends. His motor skills are developing pretty quickly the more and more he grows curious and explores new things. But his calmness comes to an abrupt interruption when he hears the front door click open.

“Bucky!” he calls, letting his blocks clatter to the floor as his little legs take him over to the entryway as quickly as they can.

“Hey, Sport!” you hear Bucky greet with a laugh and a grunt as Jasper makes contact with him.

“What’s this for?” Jasper’s little voice wonders, piquing your interest in what he’s asking about.

“For your Mama,” you hear him answer quietly. “Shh, it’s a surprise, though.”

And now, you’re really curious.

But your curiosity is quickly satiated when Bucky comes into your line of vision carrying Jasper on his hip and a stunning bouquet of pink, peach, white, and purple flowers in his opposite hand.

A brawny, six foot four, bearded man with a little boy in one arm and colourful flowers in the other. What a sight.

“Hey,” you greet nonchalantly, praying it’s not selfish of you to hope the flowers are for you.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he smiles back bashfully, and as you stand up to meet him, Jasper wiggles out of his arm to continue building with his blocks.

Your eyes dart down to the bundle of beautiful flowers, and although you try not to make it obvious, Bucky sees.

“Uh, these… They’re for you,” the man says, then leans in to kiss your cheek. And you can almost feel the shake in his hands as he gives you the flowers.

“Oh, Bucky,” you fawn, gazing down at the flowers. “They’re so lovely. Thank you. But, what are they for?” your question, accompanied by a giggle, mimics your son’s as you turn your attention back up to Bucky.

“Uh, well,” Bucky starts, and his cheeks go pink as he grows nervous. “I wouldn’t dare ask you out without flowers.”

“Bucky,” you smile and hum. You cannot believe how precious he is.

“Ugh, wait… That’s no way to ask you out,” he scolds himself, internally cringing at the lack of suaveness that he’d even practiced on the drive home.

You think back to when the two of you first met at the park all those months ago. His staggered invitation of asking you out right now is almost exactly the same as that.

“Bucky,” you say again, reaching one arm around his neck and bringing your body close to his, positioning the flowers outwards so that you don’t crush them, and you watch as he composes himself.

He grabs your hand from around him and instead holds it with the utmost gentleness against his chest, gazing longingly into your eyes as he takes in a deep breath, then exhales.

“(Y/n), would you like to go out to dinner sometime?” he finally asks softly, yet with the confidence you know he holds deep down.

“Just the two of us?” you ask bashfully, wondering if he means this to be like a date.

“Just the two of us,” he confirms.

“Like… a couple?” your question comes with a small giggle, nodding to the conversation that you two shared the other day.

“Like a couple, pretty girl,” his head quirks to the side, knowing exactly what you’re referencing. With another small laugh, you press yourself up into your tiptoes to leave a dainty kiss on his lips.

“I would absolutely love to go out to dinner with you, James,” you whisper after pulling away.

“Phew,” he exhales, letting the tension drop from his shoulders. “I really thought I biffed my chances there.”

“You could never,” you shake your head and chuckle as he leans down to kiss you again. “Let me get these in some water.” you whisper, gesturing with the flowers as you break away from him.

“Do you like them?” he asks timidly, watching as you make your way into the kitchen.

“Bucky, I love them. Thank you so much. They’re so gorgeous,” you tell him.

“Not as gorgeous as you,” he winks, and you playfully roll your eyes at him.

“So…” you start, struggling to reach the vase off the top shelf of the pantry as Bucky walks over into the kitchen to meet you. “Did you have a night in mind?”

“For dinner, you mean?” he asks, barely reaching up and easily grabbing the vase for you.

“Thank you,” you giggle as he hands it to you, then you make your way to the kitchen sink to fill it with water. “Yeah, for dinner. Did you have a specific night you wanted to go out?”

“How about Saturday? Think Nat will be willing and able to watch the little guy for the evening?” Bucky wonders.

“I can almost guarantee it,” you smile, turning off the faucet and slipping the flowers into their new home. “I’ll shoot her a text tonight to ask. But in the meantime…” you hum, placing the vase on the dining room table while pulling Bucky with you back into the living room. “I’m in desperate need of some cuddles.”

Bucky laughs quietly but obliges, pulling you down onto the couch to lay on top of him, immediately taking you into his protective embrace.

“That makes two of us, Sweets,” he murmurs as he kisses the top of your head, and the two of you are perfectly content to lay there watching as Jasper continues with his Jenga block architecture.

~~~

Eventually, you text Nat, and the conversation, as always, goes absolutely perfect. She is so supportive of you and you seriously don’t know what you’d do without her.

You and Bucky end up deciding to go out to dinner on Saturday around seven. Bucky made reservations for some fancy place and told you it would be a surprise. But what he doesn’t know is that you hope to surprise him, too, by letting him know that you’re ready to take the next step in your relationship, and taking advantage of having the house to yourselves.

Even though Bucky said he’d wait as long as you need to for you to be ready, you know he has to be longing for more. You know that the lingering touches and the heated kisses aren’t enough to fulfill his desires. You notice how uncomfortably he walks away after a heated makeout session, and you no longer think it’s a coincidence that his showers just so happen to be a little longer after those makeouts.

You can’t blame him, though. He is a man, after all.

And although you want to let him know that you’re grateful for his patience, you’re also just as desperate. You want to have a deeper, physical connection with Bucky, and you don’t want him to feel like he has to tiptoe around you. You need him just as bad. If not, worse.

~~~

When Saturday night rolls around, both of you are buzzing in anticipation for your very first ‘date’. It may not seem like much to an outsider, but if they only knew what the both of you had gone through to get to this point, they’d understand how meaningful this night is.

A little earlier in the evening, you drop off a bubbling Jasper off at Nat’s with the promise to pick him up the next day, somewhere around noon. But you don’t know how you’re going to spend the time alone with Bucky after dinner, so you can’t exactly plan for the morning after.

By the time you return from dropping off Jasper so that you and Bucky have time alone to prepare for your date, your nerves have only amplified. So you try to channel your nerves in a different way, attempting to push forward the confidence that’s been shoved deep down inside of you.

In passing, you see Bucky fresh out of the shower and getting ready in his room. The smell of his body wash and shampoo fills your lungs and pulls you in, unable to resist him. He’s staring at himself in the mirror: practicing smiling, puffing his chest forward, then rolling his eyes and scoffing at himself.

“Do I get to know where we’re going to eat yet,” you wonder, popping your head into the bedroom just enough to catch a glimpse of Bucky standing in front of the mirror, clearly checking himself out.

“Gosh, Honey—“ is all he says, along with a startled gasp as he turns around to face you, clearly a tad embarrassed, and unintentionally showing off just a peek of his rigid abs under the white dress shirt he has yet to button up.

“Or is it still a surprise?” you smile, unable to keep your eyes from drifting down to his midsection.

“It’s a surprise,” he winks, buttoning up his shirt, then tucking it into his fitted, navy slacks before reaching his arms out for you to come to him.

“You look really handsome,” you ogle up at him.

“Thank you,” he blushes, then kisses your forehead.

“I still gotta change, but I’ll be quick, I promise,” you tell him, breaking away from his hold.

“Take all the time you need, Sweetheart. Reservations aren’t for another hour and a half. We’re in no rush,” he assures you.

“Easy for you to say. You always look that good,” you roll your eyes.

“Stop,” he blushes a deeper red. “You do, too. Always look perfect,” he affectionately scolds you.

“We’ll see,” you hum, stepping out of his room and instead going down the hall to the room you and Jasper have been staying in.

Once you get to your closet, you grab the dress you’d mentally picked out ever since Bucky first asked you to dinner, along with a new lingerie set you’re still debating whether or not to wear.

You don’t want to assume anything about tonight, but you feel like it may end with some more intimate activities, considering you and Bucky will have the entire evening and morning to yourselves. At least, you hope that’s how it will go.

And, you’ve let Bucky know that you’re ready to take the next step, although he still doesn’t want to rush you. You really, really appreciate that about him, but you also just need him in a deeper way.

As you get yourself dressed and ready, though, you find that your nerves only heighten.

What if things don’t go as smoothly as you hope? What if Bucky doesn’t want to take the next step with you? What if he does, but you choke and can’t go through with it and ruin the night?

You shake your head, trying to rid your mind of these thoughts to focus on finishing getting ready.

After staring way too long at your lace-clad body in the mirror, you finally slip into your dress. Then, you sneak to the bathroom down the hall to finish your look by applying just a tiny bit of makeup so as to not go overboard with changing your look entirely.

This dress isn’t something you’re normally used to wearing, but Nat assured you that you’re drop dead gorgeous in it when you asked for her opinion over facetime. It covers your body in the most flattering way: accentuating the parts you love and staying modest with the parts you don’t.

You’re not sure how Bucky will react, since you’re pretty sure the only things he’s seen you wear are casual clothes, sweats, or your work clothes - which aren’t too fancy, either - so you’re anxious to see his reaction. You assume he’s also dressing up a little more than normal for the occasion, and although you didn’t want to go overboard, you tried to do the same in choosing this dress.

“I’ll be downstairs whenever you’re ready, Sweets,” Bucky’s voice comes from the other side of the bathroom door along with a gentle set of knocks, startling you.

“Almost done!” you let him know, hoping you’re not taking too long.

“No worries, Honey,” he chuckles. “Take your time.”

And you’re just dying to see him again, wondering how he’s chosen to complete his outfit. He’s so insanely handsome, sometimes it’s hard to convince yourself that he’s actually attracted to you.

But tonight, you try to shuck those doubts to the side. He obviously is attracted to you, and you need to feel confident in that.

After one last dabble of makeup, you take one more glance at yourself in the mirror, making sure you like the way you look. Then, you grab your shoes from the bedroom before you make your way down to find Bucky.

From the top of the stairs, you hear his voice. He’s talking to someone, but you’re not sure who, until you hear the context of the one-sided conversation.

As you carefully pad down the stairs, the two cuties come into your line of vision. Bucky’s hunched over the back of the couch while Alpine lounges on the top, happily getting some scratches.

“Can’t cuddle right now, girlie. M’sorry,” Bucky coos to the cat. “Your white fur’ll get all over my clothes. Gotta stay lookin’ nice for my date.”

Alpine lets out a little mewl, as if to respond to her human father.

“Yeah,” Bucky hums. “Gonna take her out to dinner. Hope she likes where I take her.”

Alpine meows again.

“I know, I know. Can I tell you a secret, though?” Bucky asks, then lowers his voice to a whisper, as if he’s actually sharing a secret with the furry friend. “I’m a little nervous,” he admits, stroking her soft back, and Alpine gives her opinion one last time before you finally interject.

“Don’t worry, Alpine,” you make your presence known to the man. “I’m nervous, too.”

And in a second, Bucky’s gaze shifts from the white cat over to you, just stepping down off the last stair. His jaw drops, his eyes nearly pop out of his head, and he swears he may be sent straight into cardiac arrest.

“(Y/n),” he gasps, standing up straight from the couch, staring at you so intensely that it makes you worry if there’s a tear or a stain on your clothes or something wrong with how you look.

“What? Do I look alright?” you ask nervously, casting your vision down to yourself, smoothing out the fabric of your dress.

“Oh my god, (Y/n),” he says, walking towards you and gazing at you as if you’re the only source of light in the middle of darkness.

“What?” you ask again, only growing more anxious under his unfaltering stare.

“(Y/n), you’re so…“ he trails off, unable to form a proper sentence. But when you bring your eyes back up to meet his, giving him a timid, worried smile, he swallows thickly, then finds his words. “You… you’re breathtaking,” he whispers.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you shakily exhale the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, then look him up and down.

He, too, is truly a sight to behold: dark, curly hair styled just right atop his head, lush beard freshly trimmed and dabbed with some insanely good scented after-shave, and his complete outfit of a navy blue sport coat with a crisp white dress shirt underneath, the top few buttons left undone, matching navy pants, and some black, recently shined shoes. He looks insanely good.

“Weird to see me dressed up, right?” he jokes after catching the way you check him out.

But you shake your head and take a step closer, placing your hands on his shoulders to press yourself up and connect your lips to his, thankful you opted for a lip balm instead of a staining lipstick.

“James, you look really handsome,” you murmur just inches from his lips.

“You think so?” he asks insecurely, wrapping his hands around you to link them together behind your back.

“Uh, yeah!” you whisper-shout, squeezing his shoulders. “Did you mean what you said? About being nervous, I mean?” you then ask sympathetically, rubbing where you just squeezed.

“Of course,” he shrugs. “I mean, look’t you. You make my knees weak,” he chuckles bashfully, then grows shy again. “Are you… actually nervous too?” he asks, wondering if you were just saying it because he said it first.

“Very,” you nod and exhale shakily, and his grip around you only tightens when he hears your confession.

“Oh, Sweets. You don’t need to be,” he coos, reaching his flesh hand up to hold your face. “We’re gonna have a great time,” he assures you.

“No, I know,” you nod and smile, then swallow thickly. “I‘ve just never… I’ve never been on a date before.”

“Never?” he asks, almost in disbelief.

You shake your head to confirm your statement and avert your eyes from his, slightly embarrassed at the confession. But you know he’s not judging you; instead, he’s just glad you trust him enough, especially considering all you’ve been through.

“Well,” he starts, ever so softly adjusting your chin so that you’re looking directly at him again. “If this is your very first date, then I’m absolutely honored that you’ve chosen for it to be with me, Sweetheart.”

“I couldn’t ever want anyone else,” you whisper back, letting him leave another soft kiss to your lips.

“Shall we go?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“Please,” you hum. “Wanna show you off.”

“Oh yeah?” he raises his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling at your statement. “Could say the same about you, pretty girl. Gosh, you’re so beautiful. Can't believe you’re mine.”

“Better believe it, Barnes,” you smile, letting him guide you to the front door.

He helps you into your jacket, and the two of you bid your goodbyes to Alpine - she’s already settled into the couch cushions - before heading out to the car.

Ever the gentleman, Bucky opens the car door for you, then shuts it gently once you’re in.

Not more than a few moments pass before Bucky’s pulling out of the driveway and the two of you are heading to your very first date.

~~~

Dinner goes wonderfully.

Bucky takes you to the fancy Italian restaurant you’d offhandedly mentioned you wanted to try, one time, weeks ago, even before the two of you were ‘official’. You’re surprised he even remembered it, but you’ve grown to understand that Bucky makes a note of all your favorite things.

This, along with countless other instances, simply proves to you just how much Bucky cares for you. You’re not used to being cared for in this way, but it feels so good. Bucky makes you feel other worldly.

Picking up on the romantic mood, the waiter offers you and Bucky the spirits menu. But in alignment with your personal vow of sobriety, you politely decline. Bucky does, too, even though you tell him that he can get something if he wants. You don’t want him to decline just because you do. But he insists he doesn’t mind.

Instead, the waiter shares about the restaurant’s non-alcoholic wines, and asks if you’d like to try any of that. You’ve never had wine of any kind, even alcohol free, simply because you intended to stay away from it all. However, one sticks out to you from the list; it sounds really good, and you think you want to try it.

Bucky insists that you get whatever you want, and after some playful banter, once the waiter comes back you do order some. Not long after, the waiter returns with a bottle and two wine glasses. He pours you each a glass, then leaves the bottle at the table for the two of you to self serve when needed.

“To first dates,” Bucky raises his glass to initiate a ‘cheers’.

“And to plenty more in the future,” you smile, clinking your glass to his. “Hopefully,” you then tack on.

“Oh you can bet on it, Sweetheart,” he shoots you a suave smile and wink.

The attentive waiter takes your food orders shortly after, and the time in between his stops at your table is filled with nothing but giddy conversation between you and Bucky.

By the time the food comes, both of you think that the other’s looks better, so you end up switching plates.

Everything feels so right. Like you’ve been doing this forever. In fact, you wish you could have been doing it forever. But you trust the universe’s timing of bringing Bucky into this point of your life. Everything happens for a reason, and maybe Bucky’s your reason.

When the two of you have finished off your meals, the waiter comes around to offer the dessert menu. And even despite the fact that both you and Bucky say you’re full, you give in an order a serving of cannoli to share.

And as if straight out of a cheesy romance film, Bucky forks off a piece of the dessert and offers it to your lips. You can’t help but giggle bashfully at the gesture, but accept it all the same, and when the flavor hits your tongue, you let out a sound of delight.

“Any good?” Bucky asks.

“It’s fantastic,” you tell him, watching as he then takes a bite for himself.

And just as you had, he lets out a noise of pleasure at the dessert’s delicious taste.

It takes no more than five minutes before the two of you have finished up, and the very attentive waiter has returned with the bill.

Immediately, Bucky reaches for the small paper, picking up on the fact that you’d been eyeing it, too. But he doesn’t let you even entertain the thought of paying. He takes out his wallet from his jacket and promptly hands the waiter his card.

“Bucky, what do I owe you?” you ask, but he shakes his head in refusal.

“Nothing. No way. It’s our first date. Call me traditional, but I believe that it’s my job to pay,” he teases, although you can sense some genuinity in his tone, too.

“It’s the twenty-first century, Barnes. Women can pay on first dates, too,” you tease right back.

“I know. But I asked you out. So I should be the one paying,” he finishes the last of the wine in his glass.

“I guess that makes sense,” you reason, admiring the way he makes even the simplest of actions seem so attractive. “But that just means I’m gonna be the one to ask you out next,” you smile at him.

“Not if I ask you out first,” Bucky smirks, thanking the waiter when he returns with the card and two receipts, one of which he signs his name on, then slips his card back into his wallet, and his wallet back into his pocket.

“You’re gonna make this hard for me, aren’t you?” you giggle, your eyes following as Bucky stands up, then walks over to you. He holds out his arm and you accept, holding onto him as you stand up and walk towards the door together.

“It’s a possibility,” he smirks, parting from you only to hold open the door to the restaurant for you. Then, he grabs your hand again, and leads you to the car.

~~~

The ride home is pretty quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. The radio plays softly as background noise, and about halfway through the ride, Bucky’s hand lazily wanders to rest on your thigh, just above your knee.

Your heart and tummy both flutter when he makes the move at a red light; he looks over at you unsurely at first, but when you smile and place your hand over his, interlocking your fingers atop his, he squeezes your knee gently.

No words are exchanged in this interaction, but the two of you know what you want to communicate: both of you are touch starved for the other. And you know it can’t from the wine you consumed since it was nonalcoholic, but something inside you is buzzing.

Something inside you is yearning for Bucky. And something inside Bucky is longing for you, too.

Both of you just need to admit it.

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 7 months

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Your writing is amazing!!! I’m so sorry to ask but I must, How would the RO’s or other characters react to the MC sacrificing themselves to protect them?

Hello,

Thank you for your kind words. 💙😊

Ooh, a rare ask with other characters besides the Ro's. I mean which is fair, since a lot of the other characters haven't really been thoroughly introduced yet.

Also, since it wasn't specified; I am assuming relationship stage with the RO's?

Cassandra: Would have survivors guilt and feel as if she should have been the one to die. She would not do anything stupid and live a more careful life because while she would like to be reunited with MC in death, she would never want their sacrifice to have been for nothing. Would close herself off from love for a very long time, would only maybe find love again in her old age with another person who also knows the pain of losing a lover when they were young.

Valeria: Would obviously be distraught, she would ask God a lot "why did MC have to die?". She would spend a lot of time in church and honestly, I could either see her becoming a sort of nun figure or meeting someone new at church years later and falling in love. She would name her first child after MC and never forget them.

Tomás: Ouch. Just ouch. He would never love again, he would grow old and bitter, towards everyone and everything. He would dwell on the memory of MC and wish he had died instead, I see him going through 'A Man Called Otto' type of journey. (Great movie btw, I highly recommend it.) He would want to end himself to be reunited by MC and while he is so mean to everyone around him, he constantly thinks back to all his time spent with MC. From the most mundane moments from the sweetest memories, he remembers everything and keeps all of MC's things. Would never remarry or even consider thinking about anyone romantically ever again.

Ludovica: Uh.... I feel so bad that I only see one outcome for my sweet baby. UNLESS you guys had a kid, Vica is following after MC very soon after they pass. She would only go on living if you guys had a kid because they would give her a reason to live, she couldn't leave them behind and knows they need her now more than ever. But she would almost never smile, all light is gone from her and while she loves her child with all her heart; very little happiness could ever reach her now.

Aurelio: Would mourn and become rather reclusive for a few years. He wouldn't be the playful flirtatious fool anymore, he has matured and grown rather melancholic. He would keep on, living on for MC's sake but he would be forever changed. No more parties, no more crazy stupid antics. He will become regular old gentleman and maybe marry again some day but he knows deep down in his heart that the love he had for MC will always be stronger than what he could possible ever feel for anybody else.

Elio: I said this in a previous ask but... MC's death would definitely start his villain arc. He finally feels so strongly towards someone and they go and die on him? Screw humanity, everything can burn for all he cares.

Bonus!

Mother: Guilt would eat her up inside, she was supposed to protect MC; they were supposed to be safe when they were with her. That's what she promised them all those years ago, how could she let then down this way? Her poor, sweet little one; she is so sorry. So, so very sorry.

(Traveler's is sort of written in her pov)

Traveler: Damn it. Damn it! This wasn't supposed to happen, I guess this is what happens when you take a chance and try to help out a inexperienced kid. You end up getting them killed. You should have known, known better. This is your fault. You are the reason they are dead, this poor kids blood is forever on your hands. I hope they haunt me for the rest on my life... they can join the party and at least never feel lonely.

#omwat #OMWAT #ask #ludovica #cassandra #elio #aurelio #valeria #tomas #mother #the traveler

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bigdsgirl · 2 months

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fluff city and spoiler screams below

read with ear plugs, i can't afford to pay for hearing damage that may occur

wait BABY NAMES???? OMFG???

WAIT KISSES??

HE PICKED HER UP GET OUT

"Dad I am so happy now" -- yeah this is fine, so great

oh my god he brought BEER TO WORK LOOOL

I will say, those snacks look fire.

I will never be over Kang Ji won's outfits. god they amazing.

aw wait he's apologizing??? did not expect this!! I love it.

..... and he's monologuing lol.

every time I see my kitty, I just get so happy.

wait! he made her dinner (bought dinner?). bahahaha the bit with the greens.

HIS SMUG SMILE AJGKLFDGJALDKFGJALDKFJGAD.

oh my god she's so happy. he must be on cloud 9.

they. opened. a branch. in Seoul. Lord, I have seen what you have done for others....

wait!!! aw she wants to go somewhere this weekend!!!

god they look soooooooo good.

WAIT. WHERE ARE WE??? Oh my fucking god. we are back at where they met. oh my god it's happening.

"I'm the best allowance your dad picked for you" SIR!!!

"I want to start our new start here too" -- SHE IS NOT!! OMG. WAIT SHE IS PROPOSING???????????????????? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. this man is shookth. to his core.

"i can't believe you" sir where are you going. SIR. GET BACK HERE. loool shes so funny.

"You can do whatever you want but not a proposal" -- I can't. I am mush. HES BEEN CARRYING IT FOR SO LONG AND WANTS TO PROPOSE ALL THE TIME.

oh of course, she is unchanged. this girl. seriously.

wait a visitor?? who??

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK. WAIT WHAT. WHAT?????? IS THIS REAL??? HAHAHAH WAIT NVM!!! LOOL.

oh this girl crazy, crazy.

oh wait they beeeee gettting marrried!!! the sweetest revenge is happiness (PMR taught us this 🤭🤌)

wait stop. stop it. she is beyond beautiful in that dress. omg. the photos!!!! oh my god. I can't form thoughts. the sparkles!!! the detail?? the CROWN?? the TOP OF THE DRESS??

holy fudge, love love the flowers. the details of this wedding are gorgeous!?!?!?

wait my bean is at the family table!!!

rings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love RINGS!!! and HANDS!!!

my babies are so happy!!! they deserve everything!!! oh my god. their smiles, I am kicking and squealing.

see! this is how you repent!

PHOTO MONTAGE???

Dad are you watching? this is fine, i'm fine. it's all cool.

HEHEHEH GIVE HER THE BOUQUET!!!

ok so we jumped forward a bit. okay okay. aw, she is opening a foundation! I love this for her! the concept of a second chance, beautiful!!

October 2017??? WAIT WAIT WAIT CHILDRENS THINGS??? WAIT! WAIT TWO CRIBS???????????????????????

lol he just pooped. i feel you bestie.

oh they haven't done this before 🥹😭

the tree!!! the tree!! their memories!!! <3 omg THREE BABIES???

"I want to be land" - I am going to sob. gtfo. my babies.

"once and only anniversary" omg today is the day.

oh my god they are spending the day together because, "today is the day all the seasons I have spent have ended" -- get the fuck out. I'm sorry, I am not coherent, this is so lovely.

"I'm living properly dad"

seriously, please. I am on my last leg. the way they thank each other during this moment. I am not okay.

"I'm so happy". 🥹😭💗✨

what a beautiful ending!!!!!

#marry my husband #heidi watches marry my husband #its unhinged but I couldn't help myself #kdrama #i love this drama so much!!!#I dont want it to end!!#yu jihyuk #kang jiwon

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wheresthefunindoingwhatyouretold · 2 years

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Forbidden fruit part 2

Paring Reader x Pierre Reader x Charles

Raed part 1 here

You fell asleep thinking of Charles what was going on in your head. You woke up in the morning thinking it was all just a dream and if not a one time thing you had been drinking nothing could happen

The rest of the trip was amazing swimming in the ocean, amazing dinners. It was the most perfect time.By day you had Pierre being the sweetest person ever and every night you and Charles would do the same thing you had done on your first night. On the third night he facetimes you and you thought it would be awkward but it started off just talking about your trip and then by the end you were both playing with yourself until you came while still on the call.

"I need this to happen in real life (Y/N) I need to see you when you're home"

It was one thing to be doing this over facetime but did you really want to go there with him. You didn't have any romantic feelings for Charles you knew that and you seemed to still be getting on as friends so what would one time charge

"Okay when I get back on saturday I can go and meet you or you can come to mine"

The trip came to an end and when you walked into your house and Pierre hugged and kissed you goodbye why did you feel so lost without him. There was no way you had feelings for Pierre he was your old and dearest friend but why did you always feel this way when he was not around. You thought back to all the times he was away from you over the years had it always felt this way. Did you just district yourself with something else so you wouldn't figure out how you felt about him. Is this what you were doing with Charles? sure you had Pierre in the form of a boyfriend going on dinner dates cuddling watching movies but without the physical side of things. If you couldn't have Pierre that way would you make do with being in love with him silently and getting to spend as much time with him as you could and while he was away flirting with Charles.

Your head was all over the place no you didn't love him that way you just had a perfect holiday with him and just were missing him nothing more. You pushed the feelings you had to the back of your mind like you had done before without even thinking about it all those other times.

After a few more kisses you tell him how badly you need him in you. Not yet he whispers he sets you on top of your island. You lie your back down as he kisses up and down your legs he gets in between your thighs kissing you slowly and tracing his fingers over your legs. He could see through your underwear how wet you were "hmm so wet for me" as he kissed you on top of your underwear. He took your underwear off with his teeth, seeing him standing there you never wanted someone more. Please Charles, I need you right now. He smirked at you "in time sweetheart I want you to feel good first" the second his mouth touched you you felt sparks fly all over you. The way he used his tongue was like nothing else you had ever felt. The waves of pleasure kept coming. How could just his tongue be making you feel this way. You told him you were getting close to cuming. He kept licking your clit with the perfect amount of pressure and all of a sudden he took 2 fingers and stuck them in. "omg " you cried out just when you thought it couldn't get any better this was it you were gonna cum. "cum for me baby" he had his other hand grabbing at your breast. All of this was helping build up the pressure it was growing you finally let go, as the pleasure rolled over you you had to catch your breath. "that was amazing you said in between catching your breath my turn to help you"

You went to walk out of the room to go to your bedroom you looked round and seen Charles was still standing there, "you coming" where to he said "well as great as that was id rather you fuck me in my bed" he smiled so much and ran behind you up the stairs. When you got to your room he stops and tells you "you know this is just fun there's no feelings in this were just friends" this didn't bother you you didn't have those feelings for him right now all you wanted was him to fuck you. "Charles were best friends I love you but not in that way this is just two single people having fun" well if it's fun you're looking im up for that,

As soon as you got into your room he lifted you up and thew you on to your bed. he kissed you all over and starting taking off the ripped dress. He was sitting up right and you got on top of him you could feel how hard he was againt you. You placed his rock solid dick in you and eased back down on it taking it all in "fuck you're so big" Charles loved that you kept saying that. You started off moving up and down slow to ease yourself as it really was that big, as you started getting more and more into it Charles lifted your face to look at you and kissed you deep moaning as he kissed you. Your clit was hitting off his rock solid abbs. You started getting faster and faster the closer you go to cuming, as you got closer to cuming Charles took very and started thrusting up into you as soon as you came you pressed your forehead on his. "I love feeling you cum" Charles said as he kissed you.

You spent the next few hours in bed with Charles the sex was amazing he knew what he was doing and was amazing at it. Once you couldn't cum any more you two ordered food "worked up a bit of an appetite then" he asked laughing you went and grabbed a shower. When you were about to get in to the shower you got a message from Pierre

Pierre xx : missing you already.. xx

you felt yourself smile and you sent him a kiss face back and told him you missed him too and would see him soon

How could you have just spent all afternoon fucking Charles but one message like that from Pierre and your smiling like this.

Before you got into the shower you took a mirror selfie without anything on and sent it to Charles something for you to look at when i'm not around.

Charles xx : careful I might have to follow you into the shower

The winter break came and went and in no time at all it was winter testing. You had spent Christmas with your parents and the rest of the time you spent it with Charles and Pierre. Amy was there for a week. It was good to see Pierre so happy, and of course any time you and Charles got a minute alone you were all over each other. You were in Pierres house and he was making you both dinner. you got a message from Charles

Charles xx : you look so good today, don't know if I can wait until we are alone. I need you now.

(Y/N) : Pierre is right there... okay meet me up in the bathroom in 5 mins

"Pierre im gonna go grab a shower before dinner" sounds good he replied and gave you a hug before you went up the stairs. This was normal for you to do any time you were at his you ended up getting a shower and somehow ended up in his pjs and a Alpha Tauri top of his. You could never bring yourself to wear any of Charles top you were a Red bull give after all.

After about 5 mins of Charles hearing the water running he told Pierre he had to take a call from Arthur so would be down in a minute. He knew you two were best friends so he never would have thought you were together in his bathroom fucking,

Charles came into the bathroom smiling at you you just had a towel wrapped around you. He ran over to you and lifted you up onto the sink, Right at the edge. He kissed you and started moving down your body. He was rock solid, he started rubbing it up and down you getting the tip all wet. "stop teasing and fuck me we don’t have much time" as you wish Charles smiled as he filled you up, your legs were wrapped round him and he went deeper and faster you started to moan which made Charles fuck you harder he got his hand down and started playing with your clit you came one seconds after this Charles could feel you tighten round him which made him get to the point of cuming. He lifted you up and spun you round bent over the sink this time looking in the mirror your tits were swining back and forth slapping the faster he entered you. He pulled your hair and as you moaned Charles exploded inside you and then fell on top of you kissing your back. That was nice, he said.

6 months had now passed from you and Charles had started you arrangement. It was great you both knew how each other's bodies worked and every time seemed to get better and better. But you knew it had to end, not that you had caught feelings far from it but Charles had started to get really into this girl and you knew he liked her you didn't want him to not go for it becasue of what you two were doing and he didn't want to be the one to stop it why would he he was getting sex any time he wanted it.

(Y/N) : Charles can you come to my room when you can x

Pierre saw this message on Charles' phone; He didn't think anything of it until he saw the picture that Charles had saved as your contact. It was you with nothing on, in your bathroom. Why did he have this picture of you? Were you together why didn't you tell him, why was he so angry it was Charles who had this sort of picture of you and not him. Wait why was he thinking like this you were his best friend he had Amy why did his heart hurt at the thought of you being with someone else, not just someone else but charles you were all best friends if you were okay with destroying a friendship for someone why wasn't it him. Pierre had started to relaise his replationship with Amy was going nowhere but he had not ended things yet he was having fun with her. He felt like if he was single again the thoughts and feelings he had for you would be harder to ignore and if you were now with Charles he didn't know how he would cope. It was on thing you being with some other guy it was hard enough but if you were together his two best friends he didn't know if he could be around you two he didn't think you could see them together without wanting it to be him with you.

Pierre believed you were his soulmate if he couldn't be loved by you the way he felt he would settle for always being there for you. From when he was 16 to he was 19 he thought everyday about telling you how he felt but he didn't want to lose you. At his 18th Birthday you had both got really really drunk and he though this is it I'm going to tell her he pulled you aside in the club and he told you "I love you (Y/N)" I love you too Pierre and he kissed you this was the best kiss he had ever had looking back he is sure it is was he was really drunk. They all after this decided to take the party back to Pierres family home in Monaco. There was a guy with (Y/N) all over her. You came over to Pierre and told him you thought you kissed that guy in the club and was going to see how things go. at this moment Pierre realised she didn't know they had kissed so to help with the pain he got really drunk and the house got wrecked. He never told you how he felt or thought about it after that he couldn't take that pain anymore.

After free practice Charles went to your room, he had done really well so of course you had to celebrate before you told him this couldn't happen again he started off pleasing you that was something you did like about Charles no matter what he made sure you came over and over and would always start with you. You let out such a loud moan which made Chalres even harder. What you didn't know was Pierre had decided to go to your room to talk to you to see if the picture meant anything. When he heard that he knew he had lost you to Charles.

You talk to Charles and tell him how much his friendship meant to you and you only ever wanted to see him happy he said the same you were lying in his arms you knew that even though this was coming to an end you knew you two would both be okay. He told you he had started to have feelings for Charlotte but he liked the time you two spent together and was worried incase he lost you. "Charles I have been your best friend from we were 13 I love you but not in that way this has just been fun a lot of fun but what I want more then anything is to see you happy with someone" he smiled at you and told you that you'll always be the best at sucking his dick and grabbed you in for a hug when he pulled away he had a tear in his eye. "how lucky am I to have you as a friend I want you to be happy in life" are you going to tell Pierre "what we keep this a secret for 6 months i'm not going to tell him now

Read part 3 here

#pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly #charles x reader #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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