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Waking Lions 25

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Well. Here we are, folks. The last chapter. The end of the fic. To anyone who's come along on this journey with me, thank you. Every comment has been squirreled away into a corner of my heart. This is my longest CoD fic, both in terms of length and time I've worked on it.

Whew. Okay. I'm gonna drop this and go have a beer.

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, allusions to sex, mentions of canon typical violence, morally gray characters, honestly if you've made it this far this is far from the worst chapter.

Word count: 1.2k

You pounded on the door in front of you, heart racing, unwilling to wait longer than you needed to. It had already taken hours longer than you liked just to get here, hours spent in airports and on planes.

You'd run out of patience somewhere over the ocean.

You banged on the door again, two heavy knocks, before you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

The door yanked open, revealing a slightly disheveled and grumpy looking John. That look swiftly turned to surprise at seeing you.

“Ace?”

You didn't let him ask, just surged forward, hands cupping his jaw as you kissed him. The two of you stumbled over the threshold, and you freed one hand to shut the door behind you. You gasped into John's mouth as he promptly pushed your back into the door, hands grasping your hips.

“Not that I'm not happy to see you,” John started, voice already lower and raspy with want, “what are you doing here, love?”

“You killed him.” You breathed the words into the scant space between the two of you, one hand smoothing down his neck to his chest, heart strong and steady under your fingers.

John froze, looking at you, obviously inspecting you to see how you were taking the news. You gave him a moment or two to look before you kissed him again, fingers twisting into his shirt to keep him where you wanted him. The soft noise he made against your lips was just a bonus.

After a kiss (or two or three, they all blended together), John pulled back, one hand on your shoulder to keep you from following. He licked his lips, still shiny and red from kissing, and swallowed.

“Slow down, love. Need to talk about this first.”

You thought about protesting, about worming your way closer to kiss him again, about distracting him. But you gave in to him, nodding. “Alright.”

John breathed in slowly, wrestling his control back. He released you and stepped back, giving you room to finally look around, even as he moved down the short hallway to a living room. You noted and dismissed the signs of life - pairs of running shoes that weren't John's, extra jackets.

You already knew the rest of the team was here. Somewhere.

John sat, and you followed suit, although you resisted the temptation to sit in his lap. Instead you chose a perch in another chair near his.

“You killed him,” you repeated, watching John more closely this time.

“I did.” John tipped his head, watching you right back.

You smiled. “For me.”

“For a lot of reasons.” John paused a moment. “But, yes. For you. Knew you'd know.”

“As soon as Kate told me how.” You shrugged. “Hopped on the first flight I could.”

“To see me.”

“Yes.” You leaned back in your chair, unashamed.

John nodded once, letting the silence settle between you. As much as you wanted to move, to sit in his lap and continue kissing him, you knew he still had more on his mind. Otherwise he wouldn't have insisted on this distance.

“Where does this leave us?”

The question took you by surprise, and you blinked at him. He sat, still and steady but for the clenching of his jaw.

“I suppose that depends,” you answered slowly, feeling through the words as you spoke. “You're still working, and unless you're looking at retiring any time soon…”

“Not yet,” John answered, softly but with conviction. “Still too much to do.”

You nodded, accepting that easily. “So, settling down isn't in the cards yet. You'll keep working. I can figure out what my work is going to look like now.” You paused for a moment to breathe in, steadying your nerves. You weren't used to being this open. With anyone.

But for John, you'd learn. You'd deal with the discomfort.

“Obviously I won't be able to go everywhere with you. But I'll follow where I can. We'll figure it out as we go.”

John was silent for long enough that you worried he was going to back out, push you away. Then he stood, stalking slowly towards you, every moment intentional.

Rather than make you afraid, this excited you. You tipped your head back to look up at him, swallowing.

“No more running,” he rasped, stopping in front of you. Big hands landed on the armrests of your chair as he leaned over you, boxing you in.

“No more running,” you agreed in a murmur, thighs clenching together. “No throwing myself in unnecessary danger.”

John leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips. “If you agree, if you want this, you're mine.”

You smiled slowly, showing teeth. “I'm already yours,” you told him easily. “And I will be whether you want me or not.”

John kissed you, a low groan rumbling from his chest to yours. This one felt different. Like belonging.

The warmth in your chest hadn't faded, even when you followed John down to breakfast the next morning. Gaz didn't even blink at you, while Soap did a quick double take.

But none of them said a word, not after John glowered at them. You grinned.

You stayed there with them for a few more days, until they had to move on. You couldn't follow this time, so you went back to California to figure out your own work.

It wasn't easy, exactly. But you had enough contacts still to begin rebuilding. You carefully skirted some things, dropped a few people entirely, and ended up running more information.

This time, you played mostly Kate's side. Having no loyalties hadn't worked for you last time, so, this time would be different.

Besides, you wouldn't knowingly put out any information that could hurt John.

You ran across Gaz in Austria and seamlessly stepped in to help him. Really, that just meant flirting with a couple people, drinking, and helping to loosen lips. Not a hard assignment.

By the way Gaz restrained his laughter, you could tell John was not pleased.

But the two of you got what you needed, and Gaz gallantly offered you his arm when it was time to go.

You didn't resist, just tucking your hand into his arm for the walk.

“How'd you know?” Gaz asked, seemingly in no huge hurry.

“I didn't,” you answered honestly. “Spotted you in the bar. It was just coincidence.”

Gaz huffed soft laughter. “You have a way of making the world feel small,” he murmured. “Should see about keeping you around for info.”

You laughed quietly. “I wouldn't be surprised if they talk about it,” you agreed. “I'm not opposed.”

Gaz hummed softly. After a moment, he fiddled with something at his lower back. Ignoring your curious look, he turned down a street, taking a quick look around.

“I'll clear out for the night once we've debriefed,” he told you quietly with a wink. “Let you two have some time.”

You just laughed, shaking your head. “You're a good man, Gaz.”

He just smiled and pulled open the door to the safehouse for you, ushering you in first.

This wasn't how you'd expected things to go. This night, this week. The rest of your life.

But you wouldn't trade it for anything, now.

You stepped into the safehouse, buoyant with excitement and joy, not even a little bit afraid of what John would say.

No, you rather thought you'd just found your newest hobby.

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 2 months

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Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Part 6

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Sinker, Comet, Boost

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, reader is not the spouse, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: Sorry about no fic last week. I had surgery on Friday and didn't get a chance to post the fic I wanted to post, so to stay on schedule, I'm forgoing that fic for another update of this one! Yay! This part is going to be tough, but it was absolutely necessary for Cara and Wolffe to have this moment together just as much as the bath time moment. Let's just say, breakfast doesn't go as planned. (oops it got longer) As always, please enjoy 💚

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

After bath time is done, and they've both dried off and changed into new clothes, it's time for breakfast. Wolffe really hopes his pack brothers came through and made a decent breakfast for all of them. He's starving, and he knows Cara must be hungry too. He is a little worried since he didn't give Boost any directions, but there's foodstuff in the conservator, he thinks, or, well, he hopes. Knowing his wife, she would've stocked up when she found out he was coming home.

Wolffe walks into the kitchen with Cara following behind, but stops in his tracks at what he sees.

"What in the…" Wolffe says as his eyes grow wide. It's a mess. A complete and utter mess. He's not even sure if this is still a kitchen. "I said make breakfast, not fight breakfast!"

"We did!" Boost grins.

"Sweetie," Wolffe says as he looks down at Cara. "Do you know what that is?" He points at Boost.

Cara shakes her head.

"I'm gonna teach you a new word," Wolffe smiles. "That is a di'kut."

"Dee… koot," she repeats.

"Hey!" Boost exclaims, clearly offended by the remark.

Wolffe snorts. "You're the one who said it's never too late to start."

Boost opens his mouth to argue, but then closes it because Wolffe is right.

"Anyway," Comet chimes in. "Breakfast is served!"

Wolffe sighs for what feels like the hundredth time this morning, and walks Cara over to the table to eat whatever breakfast his pack brothers created. She climbs up onto her chair next to him and he makes sure she gets seated properly so she doesn't fall off. Sinker then walks around the table and puts the plates down with their homemade pancakes on them. Wolffe eyes the oddly shaped and multi-colored pancakes suspiciously and raises a brow up at his brother.

"What?" Sinker asks.

"Is it edible?" Wolffe asks.

"I made them," Comet adds. "So, yes, they're edible."

Wolffe snorts. Of course Boost and Sinker couldn't be left alone to make breakfast. It's a good thing they picked up Comet when they did or they'd all have starved by now.

Cara tugs on Wolffe's pants and he lowers his head so he can hear her.

"Where's mommy?" she asks.

The room goes silent and Wolffe sighs. Not this again. "She's not here, sweetie," he answers, then pulls her plate a little closer to the edge of the table. "Now, eat your breakfast for me."

"We can't eat without mommy," Cara says, then pushes the plate back.

Wolffe bites back his frustration and pulls the plate towards her again. "You have to eat."

"Not without mommy!" she yells and pushes the plate with more force, knocking the fork on the floor.

"Cara," Wolffe warns, his patience wearing thin. "This isn't a debate."

"I don't want it!" she screams.

Cara climbs down from her chair, sits on the floor, and cries loudly. She's in a full-blown tantrum and Wolffe doesn't know what to do. He looks over at Comet, Boost, and Sinker with pleading eyes, but the three of them only shrug. Her screaming gets louder and pierces Wolffe straight through the head, making it throb and ache like earlier. Somehow she's reached a frequency that makes him want to scream too. He tries to keep himself under control and calm her down.

"Sweetie," Wolffe says as he rubs his temples. "I need you to stop screaming, please."

She continues to wail from her seat on the floor, tears streaming down her face as her cheeks turn red. Wolffe can feel the tension in his head rising as it threatens to boil over and explode. Why can't she just stop crying? Why can't she just understand? Why does he have to keep explaining it to her? He tries to think of his best options, but her incessant screaming is grating on his nerves. If she doesn't be quiet soon, the neighbors are going to think he's hurting her.

"Cara!" Wolffe barks. "I said stop!"

Cara stops crying and, for a moment, Wolffe thinks it's finally over.

"I want mommy!" she starts screaming again. "I want mommy! I want mommy! I want mommy!"

The tension snaps and Wolffe's chair scrapes across the floor as he violently pushes it back. He takes a few steps towards Cara, drops to his knees, and grabs her little shoulders so she'll look him in the eye. "She's not coming back!" he yells. "Do you understand me? She's never coming back! She's dead! She's gone! So, just stop it already!"

Wolffe pants and hangs his head between his arms, the anger and frustration slowly dissipating. The words he spoke so ferociously, not only to his daughter but also to himself, echo in his mind. He picks his head up and looks at his wide-eyed daughter, then feels a pain shoot through his heart. She looks confused. She looks helpless. She looks scared. She looks scared… of him. Remorse washes over him like a tidal wave and the panic of what he did floods his brain.

"Oh, kriff," Wolffe breathes as he releases his grip on her tiny shoulders. Cara backs away from him until she bumps into Comet's leg. Wolffe's breath hitches. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Baby–"

Wolffe reaches out his hand, but Cara turns and grabs onto Comet's leg.

Comet looks at Wolffe with a pained expression, then down at Cara, and sighs. "Come here, ad'ika," he soothes. "I've got you." He picks Cara up into his arms and she grabs onto his shirt with tight little fists while burying her face in his chest. He readjusts her on his hip, then locks eyes with Wolffe in a silent word. Wolffe hangs his head and Comet leaves the room with Cara. Once Cara is out of the kitchen, Wolffe pounds his fists onto the floor and yells in frustration.

Sinker kneels beside him and places his hand on Wolffe's shoulder.

"What have I done?" Wolffe chokes. He wants to vomit. "I grabbed her and I yelled at her. I've never… I wouldn't… How could I…"

Sinker looks up at Boost and gestures for him to go do something else. Boost nods and leaves the kitchen.

"Maker forgive me," Wolffe's voice quivers. "She's just a child, and I… I treated her like a cadet. Like a kriffing shiny!"

"Wolffe–"

"No!" Wolffe yells and smacks Sinker's hand away. "There's no excuse."

Sinker sighs and sits back on his haunches. "Give yourself a break, will ya? Your wife's dead."

Wolffe flinches at the bluntness of the comment, but maybe that's what he needs right now.

"Maker, Wolffe," Sinker continues. "It's only been what? Twelve standard hours? And in that time you've lost your wife, your home, your belongings, and you almost lost Cara too. You really thought you could get through this without losing your temper a little?"

"I'm a commander–"

"Kriff being a commander," Sinker says with an eye roll. He moves around the floor to face Wolffe. "You're still human, commander or not, and Cara doesn't need Commander Wolffe right now, she just needs her dad. You know, the one who loves her?"

"But I scared her…" Wolffe laments, the words burning in the back of his throat. "She was scared of me."

"She'll be fine," Sinker says with a wave of his hand. "Just apologize and move on. She's a tough kid. Tougher than you might think." Sinker smirks. "You are her dad after all."

A small smile forms at the corner of Wolffe's mouth. Sinker is right about one thing. She is the daughter of a clone commander, not just some random natborn off the streets. His genetics, and his wife's, run through her veins. She's sensitive like her mother, but she's got his resilience and also his attitude. Plo's words ring true. He needs to take each moment as it comes and do what's needed, even if that means messing it up once and a while. She'll forgive him one day.

Wolffe takes a deep breath to compose himself before Sinker offers a hand to help him up. He accepts it without complaint. Looking back at the table of untouched food, now getting cold, another sigh escapes his lips. Cara still hasn't eaten and he's not sure if they have any more time for delays since they have to leave soon. He decides to pack some of the pancakes in a container and hopes that Cara will eat them like that. It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing.

After putting the food away, Wolffe takes another deep breath, then releases it slowly before walking out of the kitchen and towards the living room. He steps to the threshold, and just as he thought, Comet is sitting on the couch with Cara on his lap. He'll never understand how Comet got so good with kids, but he's thankful. With slow and soft steps, Wolffe approaches them. He sits on the ground and fiddles with a piece of the carpet while he gets up the nerve to speak.

"Cara," Wolffe says softly.

Cara lifts her head from resting against Comet's chest to look at Wolffe.

"I'm sorry I got upset and yelled at you," he says. "It was wrong."

"It's okay…" she mumbles into Comet's shirt.

"No, baby, it's not," he continues. "I know… I know this is scary. Daddy is scared too, but that doesn't make it okay for either of us to get upset at each other." He pauses, gauging her expression and understanding of what he's saying. "So, how about less screaming and more listening, for both of us?"

"Okay," she says. "I'm sorry, daddy."

Wolffe smiles weakly and releases another shaky breath. He opens his arms. "Can I have a hug?"

Cara nods and squirms out of Comet's arms and into Wolffe's. He holds her tight against his chest, careful not to hurt her, and kisses the side of her head. He starts rocking her in place and looks up at Comet, who has a warm smile on his face. Wolffe mouths a simple thank you to him and Comet nods. Wolffe doesn't know what he would do without his pack brothers, and it pains his heart that it took a tragedy such as this for him to realize just how much they mean to him.

"Daddy," Cara mumbles into his chest.

Wolffe leans her back so he can see her face. "Yes, baby?"

"Is mommy ever gonna come home?" she asks.

Wolffe bites back his emotions. "No baby, she's not."

"I'm gonna miss mommy," she sniffles and her eyes turn watery.

Wolffe touches his forehead to Cara's and lets his own emotions show. "Me too, baby. Me too."

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roxygobyebye · 1 year

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📓

RIGHT so

Y'all gonna learn about my house of flowers whether you want to or not bsndnd

House of Flowers (the order of the flowering lady)

Keskrasyks, a baroness of the House of Dancers, breaks away from her house with some captains and their crews, unhappy with how things are playing out now that they've arrived on Earth after the Long Drift. It's the Dark Ages, shortly after the Collapse, and there's much turmoil and fighting to survive.

She does not stay in the Cosmodrome, she takes her crews far away from their old House, eventually settling them in Yorkshire, England. There isn't much around besides rolling hills, the occasional smoking ruin, and lots of sheep, and in their search for a place to permanently stay, they come across the remains of a small farming village.

While scavenging the village for any possible supplies, some young Dregs find the body of a dead Exo woman—who, most presumably, was killed in the initial phases of the Collapse. Having never seen an Exo before and not really knowing anything about her besides that she resembles the native residents of the planet and that she appears to be a machine, they assume that she must have been of great importance—as within their culture machines are worshipped, so, naturally, this machine must be worshipped too, yes? A machine of such intricate and detailed build? It m u s t have been special

So they go and tell Keskrasyks! and they show her the body

And she's like... yknow when you put it that way it COULD be important. We really need something mystical for morale that ISN'T the Great Machine that abandoned us. Hey servitor come over here. We could make a religion outta this

So she goes and tells the rest of her crews that hey, since the Great Machine abandoned us, let's worship this fuckin thing instead! and for some reason (idk I need to think about it more) they're all like yeah!! for sure!!

so they set her up in a barn or a church or something, decorate it all nice, clean her and clothe her in old-style Riis priestess robes and jewelery as best they can, and sit her on a chair/ at an alter to make her look important, and have the Prime Servitor live there as well as it is their main place of worship. it takes a while but eventually she gains the title "Lady of Flowers", as there are a lot of flowers in the area and people keep putting flower crowns on her.

Keskrasyks, despite setting the whole thing up and knowing that it's just a way to keep everyone happy, sort of truly begins to worship her even though she was only really doing it for show. She's a hard woman, she's a warrior, and yet she's trying to adjust herself to leading this mostly peaceful little commune because she couldn't stand to see how her House went down the drain. There's not much food, and not much scrap, and the days are getting colder and greyer—she doesn't know how much longer they can last, if winter is setting in. She's not used to being terribly kind, and she's afraid. She tells her worries to the Lady as she worships, and she feels better for it.

Everything is fine, apart from the threat of the encroaching winter, until a Ghost wanders into their little camp. And revives their Lady.

Understandably, the place is in an uproar! The Great Machine didn't abandon them, it sent a little emissary to awaken their Lady of Flowers to guide them! It's all real!! Keskrasyks is having her Captains doing damage control like CRAZY as she shields the Lady's body with her own and takes her back to her quarters for some privacy, the Lady is about five minutes old and has No Fucking Clue what's going on, and her Ghost is freaking the fuck out

anyway. anyway. eventually they fall in love. big grumpy battle-axe lesbian and her tiny priestess wife who can nuke you with Light if you're that much of a horrible person. Keskrasyks learns kindness and patience from Lady and Lady learns "Murder is Okay Sometimes" from Keskrasyks

So, in short: lesbiansssss 💕

Thanks for the ask!!

#ask roxy #roxy talks #vivifrage #fanfic #destiny 2 #destiny eliksni #destiny exo

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This is… weird, humiliating, embarrassing, but also rather… thrilling? The hemline of the dress tickles where it reaches halfway down his thighs, the fabric stretches ever so slightly across his chest, and the slim straps actually makes his shoulders look both broader and soft at the same time.

He looks good, pretty even. Billy's gonna have a field day with this.

"I bet I can score from further away than you," was what Billy had boasted with during basketball practice.

And Steve couldn't resist even the slightest of chance that he would triumph over Billy's bloated ego.

Which is the unfortunate excuse for this situation.

"Can you even fit in it?" he shouts from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yes, shut up, go away, just… give me a moment." Steve stands flustered in front of the mirror, staring at how wide his hips look in these horizontal stripes. The pink actually rather suits his pale skin, and with moles scattered across his body like stardust, he would even consider himself beautiful.

"Ha! I'm not going anywhere, so come on out and show me."

If Billy is standing out there with a camera ready, well, Steve can't make any promises that this airy little thing won't see blood.

He twists and turns in the mirror. A picture is out of the question, but wearing this dress again isn't. Even his ass looks bigger and more inviting, to a point where he's not too shy to admit he'd turn his head if someone walked by looking this appetizing.

Which only raises the question of what will Billy say? What will he think? What will he do?

They're not unfamiliar with each other's bodies by now, fooled around some, experimented like horny hormonal teens tend to do. Tested boundaries. And it wouldn't shock Steve now to find out that this was Billy's plan with the bet all along; to somehow get Steve into a dress and perhaps have his way with him in it.

"Fuck," Steve sighs at that thought, as it excites him perhaps a bit too much, and he'd rather not introduce Billy to this sight whilst sporting a boner.

"Come on, Stevie, you can't stay in there forever!"

Technically he's right, but theoretically? Steve's torn about whether or not to at least try and see if he can't wait out Billy's patience, which shouldn't be much longer now. At least the door is locked so Billy doesn't just burst in. Then he starts not knocking but beating the door till it shudders with the force of it.

"Okay okay! Just… promise you won't laugh!" Steve's voice wavers with the worry of being ridiculed. He should trust Billy, the two of them having been through what they have, but it's hard to trust anyone with the heartbreak he’s been through.

"I won't lie to you, pretty boy, I can make no such promise," Billy chuckles, and even with a door in the way Steve knows what that smug grin looks like.

Deep breath. Hands shaking with how hard his heart beats, sweaty palms as he reaches out for the door, unlocks it and…

Billy's sitting on Steve's bed, leaning back with his hands behind on the duvet for support. His leg is bouncing with impatience, and he opens his mouth, barely saying, "Finally, what took you so long-" before his eyes land on Steve.

Or rather, on Steve's legs. Staring hard at where the dress ends just mid-thigh, exposing far too much of his long legs, fleshy thighs, dark hair that grows everywhere. Slowly his gaze drifts up past Steve's accentuated hips, his waist, broad chest where hair spreads across his pecs, and the low cut of the sun dress that would expose plenty of cleavage if he had the breasts for it.

He gapes, speechless.

And it's weirdly… empowering. To know that nothing more than a dress is what gives Steve the ability to shut Billy up immediately. That some simple fabric and exposed flesh is enough to baffle men. Do all women feel this way when wearing dresses? It's almost addicting to be this… admired.

"Like what you see?" he manages without a single stutter, despite how fast his heart is pounding in his chest, so eager to hear what thoughts Billy might hold.

"Holy shit, Steve, I…" Billy hasn't blinked in almost a minute now.

"You, what?" It's Steve's turn to huff a light laugh at how dumbfounded the other seem to be.

His confidence is soaring, pulsing through his veins, perhaps even getting him more excited than thought. What elation to be felt in the potential of a dress.

"I thought it'd be funny to see you in a dress, but…" Billy stands up. "Babe…"

And he moves closer, finding actions more fitting than words, as he reaches out to run a heavy and burning hand down Steve's side, feeling the curve from his ribs, past his waist and down over his hip. All the way to the hemline, his fingers just barely grazing against the skin beneath, causing goosebumps to rise like ripples in water.

Steve can count on one hand how many times Billy has called him any form of babe, and he might have to start using two hands if the way Billy is humming in delight is anything to go off of.

Slowly the skirt gets lifted higher and higher as Billy's hand wanders, and he leans back just slightly to peek underneath the fabric and catch a glimpse of dark green briefs that couldn't possibly be in a starker contrast to the girly-style of the dress. But his eyes darken all the same as pupils blow up with lust.

He leans in, lips just ghosting across Steve's as he whispers, "You look stunning in this."

There's a hopeful rhythm to Steve's heartbeat just then. Of what exactly he's unsure of, but it blooms nevertheless.

"Yeah?" is the best he can breathlessly respond with - all the blood in his body quickly draining down south to throb with anticipation.

"Yeah," Billy chuckles, "Gorgeous. Pink really suits you like this."

While the confidence remains, Steve's head swims with euphoria of the attention as now two hands find their way to his hips. He waits with the patience of a saint for a kiss, when those lips never touch his, instead finding their way down his neck, urging forth a delightful moan.

"Ah, Billy…" he sighs with pleasure and tips his head to the side as to allow the other better access.

Kisses soft like summer rain skim down his heated, sensitive skin; every single little touch like flourishing ecstasy beneath the surface from the foreign gentleness.

The thing they do is usually so heated and rough and fast, leaving both of them sore and bruised but oh so satisfied, so the pacing of this is… new. Different. Better?

Hands continue to wander as they slip behind to softly massage Steve's ass, squeezing tenderly before pulling his cheeks apart to allow fingers between as deep as the fabric of his briefs will allow.

He lets himself be guided by the hips to his bed, backwards until he falls onto the mattress where his legs hit the edge, landing in such a manner that the dress exposes far more than what is decent, and the way he blushes is almost bashful.

Billy follows right along, landing on his knees by the edge of the bed as he kisses and nibbles the inside of a thigh, agonizingly slow till he's met with the leg of Steve's underwear, and the sight of just how affected Steve has become by Billy's own touch.

“So hard already for me, baby,” Billy practically purrs.

And the response from Steve comes in a manner of keening as Billy runs his hot, fat tongue along the clear outline of the brunette’s cock, from base to tip where he dares suck at the growing spot of pre-cum and he moans at the salty taste. There’s soon a hand in his curls, encouraging him to continue licking and sucking up and down Steve’s throbbing shaft.

“Wanna fuck you so bad in this dress, princess,” he says with a hand down to stroke himself through his jeans. “Give it to you gently… listen to the way you’ll be singing my name.”

“Billy…” Truth be told there’s nothing Steve wants more in this exact moment than for Billy to be with him like that. Soft and gentle and dear. “Please.”

The way Billy chuckles at that little plea vibrates through Steve’s entire being, and he moans louder at it, gripping a bit harder with that fistful of hair he’s got as he grinds against that spirited tongue that tortures him through cotton. And Billy doesn’t stop anytime soon; going up and down the length of Steve’s dick till the fabric is soaked and his thighs tremble at the edge of cumming all too soon.

Then there’s nothing but cold air against his trapped erection, and Steve’s quick to get up on his elbows to glare dissatisfied down at Billy, only to catch him taking off his white tee; pulling it over his head and exposing those glorious abs that guide the eye down, down, down to where his steely cock tents something vividly. Steve barely has time to think before tearing off his own briefs and runs a hand across his aching flesh with a sigh of relief.

“Hey now,” Billy coos and grabs Steve’s wrist. “Let me take care of you. You just lay down and enjoy.”

His tone is so soft the butterflies in Steve’s chest burst with unexpected joy at the thought of someone taking care of him. It’s dangerous for the two of them to be like this. At least for Steve. At least for his heart. When did someone last take care of him with such loving hand?

So with only slight worry what this might mean, he does as suggested and lays back down, bringing a pillow along to keep him elevated just enough to get a good look at everything.

Billy’s so used to where everything is here that he without asking finds the lube in the bedside drawer, and pops the cap open with a smile, pouring a generous amount out onto his fingers. Fingers that find their way to where Steve is most needy of all; between soft cheeks and-

“Oh,” he gasps as one finger gently enters him, diving deeper and deeper as Steve’s own fingers strangle the covers.

When a second digit joins the other his toes curl, mouth open wide to breathe just right, like he’s done so many times in the recent past.

“Doing so good for me, Stevie boy,” Billy murmurs between kisses to his thigh, eyes trained on where he slowly thrusts his two fingers in and out, muscles clenching with thirst.

“Please, Billy,” Steve whines, “M-more…”

“As you wish.”

A third finger stretches him till there’s that familiar, delicious burn, and Steve feels how his prick leaks onto his stomach with pre. Billy bites gently into one thigh and it sends sparks up the other’s spine.

“-Ah!” He fights the urge to writhe in pleasure, choking on it as he attempts to lay still and patient for the golden boy.

“You think you’re ready for me, pretty boy?”

“Yes, God, please, I need you so bad, Billy,” Steve mumbles near incoherently through the haze of lascivious intent. His whole body is on fire.

And there’s a dissatisfied sigh when Billy removes himself, no matter for how short a moment it truly is, it takes too long before he’s back.

Jeans become unbuttoned, revealing to Steve that the other guy has dared go commando today, almost as if he expected something from him. Something that he’s far more than willing to give. Eager, even, but don’t tell Billy that.

Don’t tell Billy how this is all Steve dreams of at night. Them. Together in bed, in the backseat of their cars, on the hood, the living room couch, the school showers, hell even the kitchen island. He can’t sleep without either having been fucked well and done, or having jerked off to the memories of it.

“You make such a pretty girl, Harrington,” Billy admits with a lick of his lips, looking like a dog with a bone.

“Really?” Steve agrees, but he still wants the praise.

“Really. Beautiful, even.” Billy kneels between Steve’s quivering thighs. He leans in so close Steve can smell the cigarettes on his breath, and he aches to taste it, too. “Will you be the Queen to my Kingdom?”

Those words hit like a hammer to the chest.

“Y-yes.” Steve can only hope it wasn’t rhetorical, that it might mean what he thinks- no, what he dreams it means.

“Yeah?” Billy starts pushing into Steve’s hole, agonizingly slow, dragging on the seconds till they last minutes with every inch.

“Yeah,” a most pathetic whine that runs long into a moan as Billy sinks deeper and deeper. “Oh fuck Billy.”

Strong, warm hands land on Steve’s hips, holding him in place as he meets with the base of Billy’s cock, and he gasps as the head rubs against that golden spot buried inside. He listens to how wonderfully Billy groans and grunts as he clenches around him, taking careful note of every single inch of hot flesh in him.

“You feel so good,” Billy’s almost breathless as he speaks. “So fucking fantastic, baby. No other hole in all of Hawkins fits me this well.”

Each word of praise is more magnificent than the other, and Steve’s heart soars in his chest, beating to the rhythm of “More, more, more.”

But all he can muster is his name, “Billy…”

“Every second I’m not inside of you is agony.” He’s saying exactly what Steve wants to hear. “Pussy ain’t got nothing on this peach of an ass.”

He pulls out, slow and tantalizing, before sliding in again at the same pace, then out.

“Tell me no one fucks you like I do.”

Happily. “No one fucks me like you do, King Billy.”

There’s a delighted grunt at that and a wide, self-satisfied smirk. “King Billy, I like hearing that from your pretty lips.”

The thrusts grow faster and Steve’s moans follow suit.

“Tell me this is my hole,” he demands.

“This is your hole,” Steve keens, and his heart beats like a drum as he dares try, “I’m yours.”

“Fuck right you are.” And finally there’s the kiss Steve’s been yearning for for too long now.

It’s… kind, almost… loving. His words are curses but his kiss is praise. Neither of them can formulate their thoughts past, “Shit,” and, “Fuck,” but it’s not needed, for there’s a union between them, a common understanding that this is special. Steve doesn’t care if Billy fucks girls as long as he only fucks him.

“So good,” Billy growls between kisses and moans. “Want me to touch you?”

“Please- ahh-”

His hand closes around Steve’s leaking dick and starts jerking him off to the same pace as he fucks him, but it’s too much of the goodness all at once.

“Yes, yes! Oh- haah- Billy.”

It all comes together beautifully as their bodies harmonize, moving as one to the rhythm of their astounding desire for the other, like a dance that they know every step to.

Steve has never had a more fulfilling orgasm than this one, eyes rolling back as he practically screams out Billy’s name, who laughs victoriously as he picks up the pace to fuck Steve thoroughly as he empties out onto the dress, untouched and lonesome, but every pound against his ass makes it last all that more longer.

Billy isn’t far behind himself, the tightness of the other’s body as he tenses every muscle he has helps a lot, but man if the sight of how he cums all over that pretty little dress isn’t the one thing that does him in. It comes out of him as more of a howl than anything as he gives the final fast thrusts that he can muster, going hard at it on Steve’s poor, overstimulated ass, till there’s no more commotion and he stills himself, pressing in as completely as he physically can.

Then in the silent aftermath he falls to the side, landing with his golden curls spread across a pillow next to Steve. For a moment there neither says a thing, till Billy huffs a laugh.

“Was that… the best sex we’ve ever had?”

“I… I think so,” Steve smiles broadly, breathless, blissful.

“... wanna see if we can do better?”

He turns to see how Billy grins from ear to ear in a most endearing way.

“Absolutely.”

#Harringrove #lemon

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stayevildarling · 3 years

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Wilhemina Venable x Reader- When the time is right - Pt 1

Part 2, Part 3

word count: 3.8k

warnings: mention of scoliosis, angst + fluff at the end

A/N: This story is kind of an AU. Reader meets Venable when Wilhemina is light Mina (orange hair, adorable, cute, friendly) and they get together. One day Wilhemina breaks it off suddenly and they only reunite years later but Reader is met with a much darker version (dark Mina).

Also, this used to be on my Wattpad but I decided to completely rewrite it and add multiple parts

Taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker, @rainbow-hedgehog, @mrsdeanhoward, @alexajbitar, @in-cordelias-coven, @kenzbro, @loverofallthingssarah, @twistedpoeticjustice, @billiebeanhoward, @minaslittleone, @lilypadscoven, @vintagepaulson, @ninaahs, @whitelotus00, @httpfiftyshadesofgay

-Flashback-

''Are you serious right now after all we have been through?'' you try hard not to scream but it feels like your body is on fire, your lungs are burning, heart racing and your eyes watering. You cannot believe you are having this conversation with your girlfriend Wilhemina right now. After a whole year of knowing each other and eventually giving the relationship a go she is talking about moving on.

'It's for the best'' is all she said in return and then she walked out, cane in her hand hitting the floor hard and not once did she look back, she ignored your cries, you begging her to stay and please turn back around. You keep repeating this is a nightmare and you are gonna wake up any minute to her holding you in her arms. But it was no nightmare and she did walk out of your shared apartment and ever since that day you have tried to move on. But no matter what you did working, moving out of the apartment, meeting friends, getting to know new people it didn't work, Wilhemina was always on your mind, when you are asleep she would visit in your dreams, when you are driving or outside and a song plays, she is there in your memory as if she never left in the first place.

-End of Flashback-

Even right now as you are walking through the streets on your lunch break, coffee in your hand and earphones in your ears listening to music she is here again.

''I never needed you like I do right now....I never hated you like I do right now'' as you hear those lyrics your heart skips a beat and it feels like it is breaking all over again. You tried everything you could think of, start a new job in a new field, you moved to a new city but nothing seems to be able to take your mind off the redhead, clouding your mind, her touch still so present lingering on your skin, her voice still ringing through your ears and the smell of lavender following you wherever you go.

Currently, you are working for a company in California, in the social media department and to promote the brand and their work. It's mostly boring but you do enjoy social media and advertisement so you gladly took the job considering it comes with a higher paycheck and a brand new apartment. There was nothing left in your old city, no friends anymore because you drove them all away as they always talked badly about your ex-girlfriend and the feelings you still have for her. No family because you were kind of always on your own and after quitting your job there, there was nothing holding you back. The woman with red-orange hair and a purple obsession is currently on your mind again and no matter what you do she is stuck in your head, like a catchy record and it hurts. As you think about her a wave of flashbacks hit you, with no way of putting a stop to it and keeping the storm at bay.

''Wilhemina Venable, nice to meet you'' was the first few words that you ever heard her say and for a moment you were so struck that you couldn't even say anything. ''Cat got your tongue hmm?'' was what she said afterward and what got you to snap out of it, introduce yourself, and shake her hand. And when you touched her for the first time you knew you would never ever get tired of feeling her soft hands.

You would also never grow tired of looking into her beautiful brown eyes or the soft smile she would give you whenever she would see you. Back then you just finished college and you took your first job and she was your co-worker. Starting a relationship with a co-worker is sometimes frowned upon and there probably are good reasons for that but you didn't listen, not to your friends telling you not to do it and not to the other co-workers after they noticed the glances you and Wilhemina exchanged at work. But you both never let that stop you and you fell for her and you fell hard.

Although you had some crushes before, mostly on teachers in college or celebrities, you never had been in a relationship before. Every morning before work you would get up so early and make sure to put your best clothes on, you would improve your makeup skills and try different hairstyles to impress Wilhemina and you did. She would notice how often you would come around to her desk and ask her silly questions you both knew the answers to but you pretend you didn't. And eventually, she took all of her confidence and asked you out and that night was the most magical night of your life.

You went to an expensive restaurant and after she took you home and she gave you something that night that was precious and you held onto it till today. Patience. She was your first love and she made sure to not rush, to not hurt you, to be there for you and hold you whenever you needed her. After your first date, you went on some more magical nights together, before you were ready to allow her to love you and to love her in return and she made you feel things you never felt before. She would make your whole body feel beautiful and worthy, all your insecurities left whenever you were around the woman who had many insecurities herself due to her back. And that's probably what you admire most about her, the way she made you feel whenever you were with her.

Thinking about all this, you think back to the many dates you both went on, to restaurants, shopping, the movies, car dates, attending work parties together, going to get drunk together. Life felt so easy with Wilhemina around, although she was a few years older than you she was pure, she was funny, soft, kind, precious and she was innocent. She would always treat people with respect and offer help and you loved her beautiful and kind personality. You never thought that one night after being with each other for almost a year she would randomly walk out of your life and not once turn back around or try and talk about it.

Hearing the lyrics repeat, you sigh and shake your head because it is true, one part of you needed Wilhemina back in your life because no matter what you do you can not get her out of your head or heart for that matter. Part of you does hate her for leaving and walking out, you never cried harder in your life than the night she left and you couldn't function for days. All you did was cry, toss and turn in the bed or curl up on the floor in a little ball until you couldn't cry anymore but the pain never stopped. It took days and in the end, your friends who picked you up again, taught you how to take care of yourself again by eating, showering, getting dressed, and going to work and you hoped that moving and changing jobs would change something.

As you are sitting in a park, only a few blocks away from your new workplace, watching people having picnics, playing with their kids, walking their dogs, or doing exercise you realize that all this wasn't worth it. Moving away, leaving your job, apartment and friends did nothing, you still miss her and she still haunts you. You miss her gentle side, the soft Mina as you used to call her, who would hold you in her arms, who would say soothing words until you would fall asleep, and who would make you feel better after a hard day at work, hold you after a nightmare or would let you ramble about another one of the co-workers annoying you. You miss telling her about your days and how you feel because you could be free with her and be who you are and you haven't been that way in a very long time.

Checking your phone you notice your lunch break is over in five minutes so you toss your empty coffee cup in a nearby trash can and walk back to your office. Today has been particularly boring because all you have to do is answer people's dm's and requests on social media because currently there is no campaign going on. As you walk back to your desk you put your coat and bag away and start logging onto your laptop. That's when you hear your boss on his way to your desk and you can't help but internally roll your eyes. He isn't a bad guy or anything, he is in his fifties, grey hair, always wearing a suit and he treats you with respect and you appreciate him but whenever he would approach you it means a problem, like an advertisement going wrong or a complaint or a new major client and that means longer hours and staying in the office till midnight. Not that you mind considering there is nothing or no one to come back home to.

''Y/N'' he says as he finally reaches your desk. Looking up from your desk, you force a smile and reply ''Yes Mr. Odell what can I do for you?''. By his posture, you can tell he is in some kind of distress.

''Listen we have a potential new client and I want you to come to our first meeting with them'' he says excitedly and you question why he can't just bring his assistant. ''I can't bring Janet she is sick so I need you to get your things'' he explains and you log off your computer, take your coat and bag and follow him outside the building. It is quite chilly, so you are glad that you put a jacket over your blazer.

As the familiar buildings and streets fade into the distance, you try not to zone out like you usually would but these days your mind would often be preoccupied with daydreams or memories as if someone else was entirely in control of your thoughts.

''I have a meeting with a Mr. Pfister and Mr. Nutter'' he says absent-mindedly while looking into his calendar and talking about the company you are headed to. Snapping out of your thoughts, you nod and mumble ''Of course Mr. Odell'' before averting your gaze back to the window looking at the hectic city and people going on about their days. Your thoughts wander back to work and you try to think of a few possibilities to advertise their products, as that might not be as easy as you originally thought when agreeing on accompanying your boss.

The first thing you see as you walk into a large unfamiliar building, following your boss's steps, is a front desk with some employees sitting there, it seems that this building is home to a few companies and different departments as they guide people into different parts of the building. You watch as your boss approaches the front desk, ''Hello may I help you?'' a woman with blonde hair asks politely.

''Yes I have a meeting with Kineros Robotics'' he says and she looks at you, then him again, and points towards a sign. ''It's to your right just follow the signs'' she says and you notice how her facial expression changed from nice and friendly to cold and possibly scared? after your boss mentioned the company name. Reading people's expressions and understanding their underlying feelings, has always been something you are good at but you quickly shake the thought away and follow your boss.

As you walk down the corridor you see a young woman with long brown curled hair wearing a blouse with flower prints and a skirt run down the hall with a box in her hand, her heels echoing through the building. ''I'm sorry'' she mumbles hectic and nervous as she zooms past you and you give Mr. Odell a questioning expression before reaching the department.

''I'm so sorry there was a bad accident on the 101'' you hear the woman say and then you hear a sound that sounds both so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The cane tapping. For a moment you freeze, knowing this isn't just any cane tap as you are so used to a certain redhead woman expressing her emotions partly through the very device that helps her keep her balance. Despite not having heard the sound in over a year, you know exactly who must be on the other end of the hallway.

Temporarily you freeze, thinking maybe her leaving you and breaking things off with you, has ultimately clouded your senses and affected your brain and maybe you are imagining everything. After all the rational part of yourself, is trying to remind you that there is no explanation right now as to why she would be here of all places.

However, the next thing you hear is a clear confirmation that your brain is not tricking you, it's not your mind so clouded by her absence, she is here, the only thing keeping you from seeing each other is a wall and a few steps apart. As you hear a familiar voice your heart stops beating and your throat goes dry.

''Not as bad as the accident that brought you into the world'' that is all you heard and although her voice sounds more cold, harsh and raspy you are fully aware that Wilhemina is sitting at the end of that corridor. For a moment your body goes into a state of shock, your ears ringing, vision blurring, and your heart beating out of your chest.

Shortly after the girl what you assume now to be an assistant comes running back towards the corridor with tears in her eyes and her heels making the same clicking sound. She zooms past you and Mr. Odell again and all he says is ''Damn she seems feisty'' and you know it's aimed at Wilhemina and for a moment you debate whether to just turn around and pretend to be sick or needing to answer a phone call but you know you can't back out now, after all, you have missed seeing her for too long now.

All you wanna do is see her adorable orange hair, that you used to run your fingers through and untangle some knots after she had a long day, the dorky glasses that you sometimes made fun of, and beautiful pastel purple probably everywhere if this truly was her workplace after all. ''Come on'' your boss says, pulling you out of your thoughts yet again and you walk into the large room.

Eyes instantly wander to the source of purple in the room and the source of darkness in your heart and emptiness ever since she left but not only does your heart stop for a moment as you take a look at her, you blink a few times, now actually sure whether this is real or some kind of nightmare.

Wilhemina's hair is a much darker shape of red now and styled into a tall sharp quiff, no sign of her usual high ponytails anymore or the lighter and orange shape it used to be. You notice she doesn't wear glasses anymore and you are convinced her eyes look an even darker shape than before too. She is wearing a dress and it's also a very dark shade of purple with matching earrings. Even her makeup is darker, and as you see her sitting by her desk you can't deny how intimidating she seems, looking at some files, her cane resting on the desk right beside her. Even the cane is different now, it has a snake shape at the top and it's not the old plain one she used to have.

For a moment you believe you just walked right into your own personal nightmare, the funny, sometimes sassy, and beautiful girl you used to love now seems like a completely different and somewhat evil person. The Wilhemina you once loved and still have feelings for, as they never truly changed, seems gone and it seems like she was replaced by a new one, a colder version.

She would have never spoken to anyone like that or treated someone the way she just treated that girl that seems to be her assistant, by the looks of it. All the staring and observing Wilhemina happened in a matter of seconds although it feels like an eternity, everything is silent for a moment, all that is to be heard is your own heartbeat and the typing on Wilhemina's keyboard.

You watch as your boss approaches her and you follow him and finally, Wilhemina looks up noticing the presence of someone else in the room and her gaze is focused on him, so she hasn't seen you yet. He tries to shake her hand and says ''My name is Mr. Odell I have an appointment with Mr. Nutter and Mr. Pfister'' and she just looks at him and his hand with a slightly disgusted expression but she doesn't bother shaking his hand.

''Very well'' she says and takes a glance at you for a split second, noticing a second person in the room and her eyes wander back to her laptop thinking you are just some assistant but when she realizes who you are she immediately looks back over to you and she doesn't avert her gaze at first.

Wilhemina takes in your features for a moment, the sense of fashion, dressing smartly and formally but at the same time stunning as she always said, your hair, the improved makeup skills, and still the same details she always loved about you. She doesn't look into your eyes yet and you are interrupted when two men walk over.

One of them has brown hair and the other blonde hair and you try hard not to chuckle when you see them because they look hideous. ''Mr. Odell, nice to meet you'' they say and shake hands. ''This is Y/L/N maybe someone could show her around while we finalize the details?'' your boss suggests, taking you by surprise, and one of the two turns to Wilhemina and says ''Miss Venable would you give this beautiful lady a tour please''.

For a split second, you are convinced, she is about to kill him but you aren't sure if it's about the tour or compliment. ''Of course'' she mumbles and your boss and the two men leave and you are left there with your ex-girlfriend and awkward silence filling the room. You haven't looked up or into her eyes yet and it terrifies you, she terrifies you.

Wilhemina has no idea what to do or how to react after not seeing you for two years and the last time she did she walked out of your life and your relationship. The redhead looks at you and without looking into your eyes yet she knows the pain, she can see it and she can tell this is killing you inside, the last thing she ever wanted was to cause you pain.

You take a deep breath with your eyes closed and turn to Wilhemina and your eyes instantly lock and you look into her dark brown eyes and not leave her gaze for one moment. She takes a few slow steps towards you, her cane hitting the floor, and with every tap and echo in the room, it feels like your heart is ripped into more pieces and your past is here confronting you right at this moment.

''Mina'' is everything you can say but it comes out as a whisper while your voice cracks. Your ex-girlfriend's eyes close right away because she has missed hearing you call her that for the past two years but as she opens her eyes she reminds herself internally, who she is and that she is currently at her workplace.

''Follow me'' she instructs and you follow her while she walks down a corridor and into a room with big machines. While you follow her you can't understand what would have happened to her to turn into this cold-hearted person. She used to be the sweetest and kindest person you knew but clearly, something has changed. You cannot take your eyes off her and as she walks you into the room with machines, she explains about the work they do here and how they do it and as much as you try to focus and look at the things she shows you, you can't and Wilhemina notices.

''Do I bore you?'' she suddenly snaps in that cold voice again, her nostrils flaring and your heart feels like a knife was just thrown right into it. ''I'm sorr- sorry I-'' but you can't even think of a good enough excuse so you just look at the floor and try hard to keep your emotions at bay.

''Anyways, these are the machines and devices we use, whenever someone places a custom order we make sure to fulfill that order as efficient and quick as possible'' Wilhemina explains her voice still stern, sounding like she has given this tour so many times, she has memorized every single word.

However, you do notice her looking at you the entire time she explains and it seems like she wants you to say something but there are too many things that you want and wanted to say to her for years but you never imagined one day you would run into her like this. For several minutes the two of you stand in the rooms with machines, Wilhemina explaining and you trying hard to focus on her words intently.

''Y/N'' you hear the voice of your boss coming from the door, the two strange-looking men behind him, and you look at him, noticing the satisfied looks on their faces, indicating the deal worked well, and he says ''I'm finished, thank you, Miss, for giving her the tour'' he adds now focused on Wilhemina. ''Let's go'' he says and you walk in his direction without looking back at her and just as you are about to walk out of the door you look at her and say ''Thank you'' and then you walk out.

As you walk out of the large office building, back through the same long corridor, and past the front desk, you can't hear anything your boss is trying to say and the entire car ride back to the office you try and wrap your head around what just happened, abandoning every single word Mr. Odell is saying.

''This didn't happen wake up Y/N wake-up Y/N'' you keep repeating in your head but it's no use this is no nightmare this is reality.

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miyuhpapayuh · 3 years

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Where You Belong.

It'd been two weeks since their breakup— if you can even classify it, as one.

Their relationship wasn't always rocky. Y'lan did everything to make sure that she was happy and taken care of and she did the same for him, but Cici began to feel neglected as time went on.

His job started to become his main focus and petty arguments became an everyday occurrence, until she got tired and moved out of his apartment, and into one of her own.

As of late, she's been enjoying being single, cumming and going as she pleases.

"So... when do I get the pleasure of seeing you, again?" Standing at the bottom of the steps, Cici and her new favorite man candy stand centimeters away from each other's lips, underneath the orange hued sun.

"Hm, you might be luckier than you think." The smitten man peers down at her, placing wet kisses on her lips.

"Mm., yo pretty ass better call me."

"Maybe I will....," she steps away from him and towards the door, her hand placed on the handle. "Maybe I won't."

"It's like that?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Always. Goodnight.," she sing-songs, unlocking the door and disappearing behind it.

Kicking her furry slides off, she sighs as the fluffy rug aides to her aching feet. Her phone starts ringing as she makes her way down the hall.

"Hello?," she answers, not even caring to look at the caller ID.

"So, you movin' on and ain't think to tell me?," Y'lan's irritated voice sounds through, causing her to roll her eyes.

"We gotta do this, tonight? I just had a great day and you're ruining it."

"Well, excuse me for being a fucking inconvenience.—"

"Yes., excuse you. You know, you got a lot of fucking nerve, calling me just to fuss at me about some shit that don't even fucking concern you.—"

"Since when does this not concern me?”

"Since your job became your whole fucking like, Y'lan!, are you kidding me?!" The huff that sounds on his end, further pisses her off.

"You just stopped caring. You were always working and always tired and I tried my hardest to be present, while you just sat there. You weren't the man that I feel in love with, anymore."

"Cici, I've been trying to apologize for the longest time, now. I know I wasn't there, like I should've been."

"Well, it's too late for that."

"Why?"

"Cause, I've been doin' this song and dance with you for too fucking long!," she leans against the wall by her bedroom. "I'm sure you out there fucking 'who knows what', so stop worrying about what I'm doing."

She hangs up and heads into her room, face planting onto the sheets and instantly knocking out.

Somewhere around midnight, Cici’s awaken by incessant banging on her front door.

"Ugh!", as she saunters down the hall, the banging grows louder, instantly annoying her. "Okay... either shut the fuck up or wait for me to open the door."

"Open it up, then." Rolling her eyes, she unlocks it and snatches it open, watching him walk in like he owns the place. Closing and locking the door back behind herself, she turns and leans against it, crossing her arms over her chest, her cleavage damn near spilling over.

Y'lan stands a few feet away from her, giving her a hard glare. "Can I help you?" She asks.

"You wanna help me understand why you hung up on me? You know I hate that shit."

"You're such a fucking baby. I didn't give enough of a shit to hear you explain whatever it is that made you act like I was no longer your girlfriend. I moved on and you should too, quit—"

"What?!," he cuts her off. She holds up her pointer finger in his direction.

"—quit!, calling me and harassing me about what and who I'm doing." His brow raises.

"Oh, so that's why you been hangin' up on me and shit. You got a new man in them walls and forgot, huh?" He strides over to her, now just a few inches from her face.

"I'm not a woman that waits. You know that. I've got needs and you weren't fulfilling them. Where's your roster of hoes at?"

"You really think I'm just out here fucking? That's all I'm about?" He questions, a crease in his left brow.

"That's how you used to be, who's to say that it still isn't?"

"Me!," he yells, pointing to his chest. "What's wrong with you?"

"You're what's wrong with me. I hate you.," she snarls, pushing him back. He grips her wrist, beaming back, this time closer to her face.

"You need that attitude fixed."

"Fix it, then."

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A thick, sticky air shrouds the two bodies inside their bedroom. Pants, moans and grunts compete against the incessant slapping of their skin.

"Fuuuckk.... you feel so damn good, baby," she moans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, again.

"Wet ass pussy.... I should fuckin' kill you." He grunts, before wrapping his large hand around her neck, thrusting deeper into her.

"Ahn! I'm sorry!"

"Shut the fuck up." Her hand reaches out for his thigh, as he begins to hit her spot.

"Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum on this dick." Her body jerks twice, while her pouty and swollen lips allow her foul praises, through.

"Come're." Pulling her up by her hair, his thrusts pick up speed, leaving her mouth to hang ajar.

"He gave it to you like this?"

"Nooooo.... fuck!" She quietly answers, making him move his hand back around her neck, tightly.

"I can't hear you, baby.... say it again." He grunts, dipping his hips into hers.

"No, baby!"

"He make you cum like I do?"

"No— unh!" Her toes curl, feeling him slow down some to dig into her.

"Then, why you keep fuckin' playin' with me, baby?" Moving his hand up to grab her chin, he speeds back up, the clapping of their skin refills the room.

"I'm n-not playiiiiinnng!— unh!, unh!, unh!,..." her fingers grip onto the foot board for dear life.

"I'm sorry!," she cries, feeling another orgasm brewing.

"You sorry, huh?!"

"Yes!"

"You sorry for givin' Daddy's pussy away?" Her eyes roll back as every thrust begins to hit her spot.

"Fuck— yesssss,"

"For tellin' Daddy how much you hate him?" He emphasizes his pained question with a rough stroke, sending a scream through her.

"I didn't mean it, Daddy! Fuck, I love this dick!" Her head hangs forward.

"Ohh fuuccck.... aah! I love this dick, babyyy— I love you!"

"I love yo bratty ass, too. Throw that shit back on Daddy." She bounces back on his lap, feeling him throb against her.

"Feels so good, Daddy!" One hand grips his forearm and the other searches for something to latch onto.

"You boutta cum again, baby?" He taunts in her ear, slowly dragging his girth in and out of her tightening cove.

"Ffff—" her eyes roll back as her peak begins to rear its head.

"Talk to me, babygirl."

"Yes! I'm gonna cum!" Her body hunches forward as her essence drips down her leg. She reaches back for his thigh, pulling him closer.

"Don't st-stop," her top half goes limp on the bed, giving him more leverage to demolish her without a fight.

"Fuck!, I'm gonna cum, again!" Her legs begin to tremble as he third orgasm rushes through, just as quick, making way for another. She presses a hand over her clit, hissing at the overstimulation.

"–—shhhiiiiiit!" Her quaking frame almost hits the ground as she cums again. His big hands hold her up, continuing to dig into her.

"Okay, baby!..... I can't take it— fuck!, ooh!, ooh!, ooh!...." replaying like a broken record, she squeezes against him. He moans in response, stilling for a second.

"You can't handle it, huh?"

"You're killing me, baby... I need a break—" pulling her up from the bed, he presses her against the wall and wraps his hand around the front of her throat.

"You don't deserve a fuckin' break.," the venom in his speech makes her thighs clench around him. "You gon' take all this dick, you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy,." The lust in her eyes doubles for him. She grabs the back of his head and smashes their lips together, moaning as he grips her fat ass with both hands.

Reaching between them with her free hand, she guides the head of his dick back between her slit, her mouth dropping open as he slides back inside.

"All that shit,..." he reminds her, digging as deep as possible.

"Oh shit...,—it feels so good, baby!" She wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face.

"Shit... you test my patience... all the fucking time.," he growls in her ear, causing a smile to break out on her lips.

"Only, because you let me." Laying her head back on the wall, she stares at him, biting down on her lip at the way his muscles flex.

"I got you that spoiled, huh?" He asks. She nods, closing her eyes as the pleasure begins to slowly build.

"Yes, baby." Pulling her away from the wall, he lays her back on the bed, beginning to move against her, like a serpent. Her hands latch onto his back.

"Oh!," her lips part, her moans swallowed in his many kisses. "Fuck, baby!"

"You feel me, girl?" He grunts against her lips.

"Yes... I feel youuuu!"

"You want this nut, babygirl?"

"Yesss, gimme that nut....," lifting her legs up, she grips the back of her thighs, giving him the leverage he needs.

"Unh,.... such a fucking brat." His hands fall above hers, gripping her flesh as he drives into her, madly.

"Fuck meeee!," she moans, digging her nails into his thighs.

His deep moans multiply as he gets closer, the muscles is his back working overtime, flexing underneath the streetlights outside her window.

"Shit!, I'ma bust all in this shit, you hear me?"

"Yes baby!," she screeches, clenching around him.

"Ah shit... uh! Fuck.... mmmm!," his pounding comes to an abrupt stop as his orgasm rushes through him. His head lolls back at the feeling.

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spencerspecifics · 3 years

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HI HI HI PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE MOREID AT PRIDE AND SOME PINING AND SPENCER THINKS DEREK IS STRAIGHT BUT HE ISN'T AND THEY KIIIITTTTTHHHHH

I absolutely love your energy fuck yes!! I’m so sorry this took forever, ive got school, work and some other personal things happening so I appreciate your patience!

No TW, B u t, a creep hits on Spencer at pride, so if that is upsetting please note that! Thanks :)

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Pride

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Garcia had been pestering Spencer about going to pride for the past week now, and it was slowly driving him insane.

He used almost every excuse he could think of. When he first turned her down, he had simply said, “Sorry, I’m going to be busy that week.” And of course, Garcia being Garcia, she stole his calendar to see what he was busy with (spoiler alert: he had nothing. Except a reminder to go grocery shopping, and email some professors and research scientists back).

So, she persisted, and he came up with a dozen more excuses; “I was considering flying out to see my mom”, “The local museum has a new interactive archeology exhibit for adults, and I want to learn more about ancient structures”, “I have to do a presentation on thermodynamics”.

None of those excuses work, as she sniffed out every lie, “Spencer, you hate flying to Vegas last minute, that archaeology exhibit has been open for months, and your calendar is empty!”

So with her persistence, and legitimate bullying, Spencer found himself finally agreeing. “Fine, but come over to my apartment before we leave so you can help me.” After all, he wasn’t really familiar with pride parades, and what the scene was like there. He was going to be a fish out of water, he already knew that for certain.

True to her word, Garcia showed up an hour before the pride parade was set to start, carrying a coffee in each hand- how she possibly knocked on his apartment door, Spencer didn’t know.

“I brought you a pick me up, that way you have no excuse to be in a bad mood!” She spoke in her signature sing song voice as Spencer let her inside, she barreled in like a hurricane. God, Spencer wasn’t ready for this.

“Thanks..” Spencer decided to reply with that lame response, and not with what he was actually thinking. He took the coffee from her wordlessly as she stepped in further, going to sit down on his couch.

“You excited?” Garcia asked as she set her cup down on his cluttered coffee table. Reid just shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t do great with crowds.”

“But you do great with disarming murderers?” “You know that’s different-” Spencer said, doing his best to argue, “Reid it is literally not. Both are anxiety inducing, but one is life or death, and it’s not pride. So you can do this.”

Spencer sighed, resigning himself to not arguing with Garcia. Because she was right, though at times her arguments sounded wild. He just had to get over this anxiety and show up at pride, he could do this, right?

Wrong. So, very, wrong. They had left his apartment with thirty minutes to spare, deciding to walk over to where pride was being held- as it was only a few blocks away in a public park.

And as soon as they got there, Spencer wanted out. There were so many people, more than he estimated (and his estimations were usually spot on.), and there was just chaos everywhere. Music, dancing, shouting, singing, drag queens running around happily. Spencer wasn’t sure what to do. He was out of his element.

Garcia seemed to sense that, though, as she dragged Spencer over to some stalls that sold pride flags, pins, and other miscellaneous pride related things.

“C’mon Reid, why don’t you look around and find something you like?” She offered up, something for him to do- something for him to stay busy with. He could do that. Spencer nodded simply, Garcia stayed by his side- looking at pride related wear for herself.

Spencer ended up deciding on a small pin that simply said; “love all”, planning to stick it on his messenger bag strap. Garcia bought a pin as well, but hers just had her pronouns on them; “she/her/hers”.

Looking at all the pride apparel was a good distraction for Spencer, he felt a lot more calmer now- though that didn’t stop him from feeling like he stuck out like a sore thumb. He’s just not familiar with this world, and it’s awkward to suddenly be in the middle of it.

Spencer was in the middle of looking at another booth that sold flags, possibly considering buying himself a small one to stick in his pencil cup at work, because Garcia left him to go compliment a drag queen- when a voice broke through.

“Hey, pretty boy!”

That was a voice all too familiar, what on earth was Morgan doing here? Spencer looked up at him as he made his way towards him. “Hey,” Spencer spoke awkwardly. Not sure what to say.

Spencer was gay. He was fine with admitting he was gay, but he hadn’t really told the team. He thought they figured it out on their own. And they probably had, but still, having his coworker see him at a pride event- it was anxiety inducing.

“What’re- what’re you doing here?” Spencer asked, stumbling over his words as he dropped the small flag he was holding back onto the vendors table.

“Oh, well I’m on the local PFLAG committee. I’m just here to hand out flyers and stuff. But I’m glad to see you’re here, I’m guessing Garcia’s here too?” He asked Spencer casually, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on Spencer.

He was on the PFLAG committee? Why? To help queer people, obviously, but that had to mean he was gay or something- Spencer couldn’t stop his mind from coming up with every possible answer to why Derek was on the committee.

Spencer just nodded in response, he moved himself back from the vendors table to get out of the way, so other customers could look at the flags being sold.

“Yeah, she’s- there.” Reid pointed her out, as if on cue she came out of the thick crowd that had started to gather back up, the parade portion of pride had concluded by now, and people were coming over to the vendors section.

“Hey, Babygirl!” Derek called over to her, and Garcia somehow lit up with a smile brighter than the one she was wearing before, “Well, hey!” She responded enthusiastically, walking up swiftly to give Derek a quick embrace, which he happily returned.

“I wasn’t sure how long you were staying for, but I’m glad I caught you!” Garcia started rambling to Derek, about how the drag queen she met was so nice; “Her name was Mysteria Hysteria. Isn’t that genius?”.

Spencer just stepped back from them both, not sure what to do, not sure if he fully belonged. Pride was a nice event, it was. But the longer he stood around, the more he felt like he should be leaving. Everyone was laughing and smiling, everyone was just happy. And Spencer couldn’t stop racking his brain. In the beginning, he couldn’t stop thinking because of his anxiety, but now he was searching his brain for a reason why Derek was here and what it meant.

Of course, a stupid large portion of Spencer’s mind went to “maybe Morgan likes men”, and then an even larger and stupider portion of his mind had the absurdity to think; “maybe he’s interested in me”. Which Spencer did not even want to remotely entertain, because if he fell down that rabbit hole, he’d never climb back out.

Because yes, he did like Derek. He liked him a lot, the start for his liking towards the man was innocuous enough- which is why it was a problem for Spencer. He didn’t realized he liked Morgan until it was too late. And now he had been battling these feelings for years. Spencer wasn’t ever going to act on them, he just had to live with them- which he had been doing, which he has been content with. But this new information, about Morgan being here, being part of PFLAG- it was going to make Reid’s mind implode in on itself.

Reid decided the best thing was to say; “I’m gonna get some water, I’ll be back.” To which Derek and Garcia both nodded to, and Spencer was off, away from the vendors stand and the only two people he knew at pride.

And while that was a good thing, it was simultaneously not so good. Because now he was alone, overwhelmed, and thinking too much. And now he had a task to do, find himself some water.

That task seemed to be more difficult than anticipated, as the prides layout was a confusing maze, spencer had to pass in front of a group of drag queens in order to get to the food trucks that were on site- but he eventually got there.

He walked up to the first food truck he saw, it didn’t matter what they sold, he wasn’t getting it.

“What can I get for you?” The cashier asked him, “Just a water, please.” He ordered, the cashier nodded and pulled a bottle out from a cooler that was nearby within the truck, handing it over to spencer as they told him his total, a dollar twenty five. Spencer paid quickly, stepping back and away from the food truck, as he wasn’t sure where else to go now. He didn’t want to go back towards Derek or Garcia, he honestly wanted to go home.

He just needed a minute, some space and time to breathe and relax. He was stressing himself out. And about what? Nothing of goddamn importance, just a stupid crush he had been living with for a while now.

Spencer had been leaning against the back the food truck for not long, only a couple of minutes as he was absorbed in thought as he fiddled with the cap on the water bottle.

He was doing his best to follow the grounding techniques he had learned, something to help him calm down, when suddenly- a stranger emerged out of the crowd.

“Hey there, handsome.” The man said confidently as he strode up to introduce himself Spencer. Spencer looked up to meet his eyes, the man in question was a fine looking guy, chiseled jawline, long shoulder length hair, a bit of facial stubble. He was handsome. “Hello,” Spencer answered hollowly in response. In an ordinary situation, he would try and seem more lively- but he wasn’t in a normal situation, not at all.

The anxiety of attending pride was stress enough on its own, but now knowing the guy he had been drooling over for years was here- and worked as a PFLAG volunteer? It was enough to make him lose his mind.

The man didn’t seem to notice Spencer’s empty response, however, as he answered suavely in response; “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the way. I’m Fabian,” Thankfully, the man- Fabian, didn’t stick his hand out for a handshake, instead casually pushing his hair back a bit.

“I’m Spencer,” Reid replied simply, knowing it was best to ride this odd social interaction out, rather than try and fight it. “That’s a lovely name,” Fabian complimented, “Is this your first time at pride, Spencer?” He asked him casually, taking a step forward, closer to Spencer. He was all too confident for Spencer, he too comfortable with invading Spencer’s space. If Spencer could’ve, he would’ve stepped back.

“Uh, yeah. My friend dragged me along.” Reid explained, twisting the bottle cap back onto his half empty water bottle. Fabian nodded, “Your boyfriend didn’t take you?” Fabian asked him. That was a leading question, Spencer had alarm bells ringing in his head the second he heard it. “No. He- um- he met up with us here.” Spencer replied unconvincingly, Fabian obviously did not believe a word he said.

“Well,” Fabian took another step forward, practically blocking Reid in against the back of the food truck, leaning in farther to whisper in Spencer’s ear; “I don’t see him around. So, why don’t you and I get out of here? Hm?”

Spencer wasn’t sure of what to do. He wanted to kick this guy in the crotch and just book it, but he wasn’t sure if his FBI status would protect him in this scenario. He wasn’t sure what could protect him in this scenario.

“Pretty boy! There you are!” A saving grace broke through, and suddenly Fabian was stepping back, and Morgan was walking up.

Thank god, thank fucking god, that’s all Spencer could manage to think as Derek came to stand beside him. “Hey, babe.” Spencer said, cringing at his voice, at what he just said. But that feeling only lasted for a moment as Fabian was still standing right there, staring them both down now.

Spencer could only throw his wish in the sky and hope Derek caught it coming down, ‘please catch along to why I’m calling you babe’ Reid was trying to say.

And Derek caught it, “Hey, baby, was worried about you. Who’s your friend?” He said in his smooth voice, a voice Spencer couldn’t forget. He especially couldn’t forget now, being called ‘baby’ was something Spencer especially could not forget.

“I’m Fabian, you’re Spencer’s boyfriend?” Fabian asked, as if them both calling each other ‘babe’ counted for nothing. “Yeah, I’m Derek.” Morgan responded simply, sliding his hand around Spencer’s waist as if to prove a point. Fabian just nodded, looking between Spencer and Derek one last time before talking; “Well, it was nice to meet you, I’ve gotta get going. See you.”

And then, he was off, fast walking away from Derek and Reid, escaping the terrible situation he had created. Fabian quickly disappeared into the thick crowd, and by then Spencer had his hand squeezing his water bottle all too tightly- as evident by the terrible crunch sound it made. He was too anxious to let go.

“Hey, are you okay?” Derek asked him softly, pulling his hand away from Spencer’s waist. “Can we find somewhere else- can we go sit down?” Spencer asked him quickly. Reid didn’t want to talk about it right this second, right where it had happened. He wanted to leave, he wanted to leave pride and never come back.

Derek didn’t ask a single follow up question as he led Reid away from the food trucks, taking him back towards the vendors stands, and then a bit further back, into the normal-not-so-pride-parade-filled park area. Somewhere less stressful, less scary.

“What did that guy want?” Derek asked Spencer casually as they made their way towards a bench that was sat under a large oak tree. Spencer didn’t speak right away, instead he waited until they were seated to start talking.

“He was trying to flirt, but then he wanted me to leave with him.” Spencer explained as he took a deep breath in, just being away from all the loud sounds and sights was helping him calm down. Derek rubbed Spencer’s back in slow, circular motions as Spencer kept talking.

“He was a classic example of a narcissistic personality, it just made me so uncomfortable- he invaded my space.”

“He was a creep, Reid. Simple as that,” Derek kept rubbing Spencer’s back slowly, Spencer nodded. “I know. Sorry, it shook me up.” Spencer attempted to apologized, and Derek was immediately having none of that.

“Reid, no. Don’t apologize for that, don’t you dare. He was a creep, I’m sorry you got caught up with him. It’s okay if you’re shaken up. We can stay here until you feel up to going back, or we can leave. But I’m not leaving you.”

And so they sat for a good amount of time on that park bench, at one point Derek stopped rubbing Spencer’s back, instead just keeping his arm stretched out against the back of the bench and against Spencer’s back. Spencer loved it, but he knew if he thought about it for too long he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking. That was his biggest problem, he couldn’t stop thinking.

He had to know, he decided, he couldn’t just wonder why Derek was on the committee for PFLAG. He wanted to know, he had to.

“Derek?” He spoke up softly, sounds of laughing and shouting and music were still heard in the distance, but they were safe from the sounds under the tree. “Mhm?” Derek hummed in response, looking up at the aforementioned tree that was providing shade for them.

His eyes were tracing the way the branches curved and bent around each other, it was something he did to pass the time. Spencer thought he was extraordinary for it, Derek loved to see where things went; he was curious- after all these years, and all the bad they had seen together, Derek still loved to search and find the beauty.

“Why are you on the PFLAG committee ?” Spencer asked him, it was thankfully an innocuous enough ask to not draw too much of Derek profilings side out to pry apart his question. Derek shrugged, and was quiet for a second before responding, “I know what it’s like to be a scared kid, unsure of his identity. If I can help someone through that, that’s all that matters. Same reason I’m in the BAU, to help people.”

Spencer stayed quiet, Derek’s reason was so sincere and so sweet and kind- and only driving him to think further. Was Derek still unsure of his identity? Was he an ally? Why did he have to make Spencer swoon so hard without even trying?

“So, you’re just an ally?” Spencer approached Derek carefully with that question, not wanting to impose or be rude- but just feign simple curiosity, praying Derek wasn’t using his profiling skills right now to decode Spencer’s fake motive.

Derek didn’t notice, thankfully, as he chuckled lowly in response; “No, pretty boy, I’m bisexual. I don’t really tell the team, but it’s not confidential information. Plus, Garcia found Grindr on my phone. Can’t hide anything from that girl.”

Spencer nodded, mumbling something in response about how Garcia had hacked his email to make sure he was free for pride. And then, the two fell into silence again. But it didn’t last for long, because Derek wanted to know just as much, why was Spencer here?

“What about you, Reid?” Derek asked him cautiously, the way you approach a puppy you find on the side of the road. Calm and slow, trying to get him to trust him bit by bit. “What about me?” Spencer asked, not wanting to answer anything about himself unless Derek was specific.

“Are you an ally?” Morgan asked him, leaving the question open ended. Spencer could say as little or as much as he wanted. This is how you get him to open up, Derek knew that for a fact. “Um.. yeah, I mean- who isn’t? I just- I have to be. I’m.. gay.” Spencer admitted all too awkwardly, not at all in a normal fashion. But nothing about Spencer was in normal fashion.

Derek nodded slowly, not responding as he stared back up, tracing his eyes over the tree branches yet again.

A few hours had passed, Spencer and Derek eventually left their peaceful bench under the large oak tree, and instead moved back towards the parking lot.

“Garcia’s got a ride home already- I think she got that drag queen to get her home.” Derek explained as they approached his truck, Spencer nodded as he followed Derek. “Anyways,” Derek continued speaking, “I can give you a ride home. Let’s get going.”

“You don’t have to-“ Spencer started, Derek immediately shut him down. “I want to, c’mon. It’s late, you’re tired. I know you are. Let me take you home.” Spencer just nodded in agreement, he couldn’t argue with Derek, even if he did try. Morgan was a stubborn man.

So, Spencer followed Derek into his truck, and they sat in comfortable silence as they started on their journey back to Spencer’s safe space, his apartment.

By the time Derek pulled his truck into the apartments parking lot, Spencer knew something was just the slightest bit wrong. Derek had barely spoken for the entire ride, and usually he loves to say something, to make Spencer smile or laugh, or even just nod and mumble in agreement. But he had done none of that on the way to Spencers.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked, turning to face Derek as he put the vehicle in park. Derek didn’t meet his eyes, staring at the steering wheel instead as he spoke; “Yeah. Sorry. I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” Spencer pried, absentmindedly unbuckling his seatbelt as he spoke, “About today.” Derek said, not explaining further. “Was today bad?”

Derek shook his head, “No. It started weird, it’s ending pretty good, though. But I’m gonna regret today forever if I don’t do something right now.”

Now, Spencer was confused. Not sure at all what Derek could be talking about, “What do you mean?” He asked, voice quieter than before.

Derek said nothing as he unbuckled his own seatbelt, turning to face Spencer as well, and then he leaned in- closer than they had ever been before. Their noses were almost touching, and Spencer didn’t move. Instead, he watched Derek’s eyes expectantly.

Then, Derek broke through, they were no longer intersecting each other’s personal space- now they were fully destroying each other’s atmospheres. Derek’s lips were on Spencer’s, a chaste, soft, quick kiss- something Spencer would have wanted to go for a lot longer. But then, he pulled away just as fast.

“...That’s what I meant..” He mumbled after a second, looking back towards the steering wheel, looking away from Spencer- and more importantly, not seeing the smile on Spencer’s face.

Spencer couldn’t help it. He knew it was terrible to be smiling right now- he should jump and say something to fix what was happening. But he had to smile, he couldn’t believe that had actually just happened, his brain was still computing and re-circuiting, trying to savor the memory and not forget how Derek’s lips felt against his.

Spencer dragged himself out of his own head quickly, though. He did all he could think of to do in the moment, get Derek back. “Morgan.” Spencer said, tugging on Derek’s sleeve as he did so, forcing him to look back at Spencer and meet his eyes again.

But Spencer didn’t say anything, and he didn’t give Derek the chance to speak, either. Instead, he leant forward, pressing his lips against Derek’s. This is all he had wanted to know for the longest time, and now he had it.

Maybe pride wasn’t so bad after all, you just have to be with the right people for it to work out.

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kim-ruzek · 2 years

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I like Pelham and the actor, but I'm disappointed that Fire decided to add another straight white male character (I will note that I'm just assuming he's straight, so you never know) after they had already added Hawkins.

I don't understand why they wouldn't have gotten a POC, WOC or anyone from an underrepresented community. It would have been nice to see a woman leading 51 in Stella's absence. And now it seems they have put Pelham and Hawkins at the forefront whilst neglecting their minority characters like Cruz (honestly, where has he gone; where has the PTSD storyline gone), Ritter and even Gallo with his lack of growth.

Out of all the OC shows and even some Dick Wolf shows in general, Fire does a decent job at diversity, but they need to realise that having one or two characters from each underrepresented community isn't enough.

First, I thank you for your patience about me getting around to this! I've put a lot of it under a cut because it got a lil long (which is like sxghjkkl bc I have so much more that I could say!) and I hope it makes you feel less alone in your disappointment ❤️

I agree with all of this, it's exactly the kind of things I've been thinking about myself. Like I adore Brett Dalton and I mean adore. When I heard he was gonna be playing Pelham I'm not ashamed to admit I immediately hoped SO much that he'd be sticking around-- and as a good character-- because I love him that much.

So while them choosing to cast *this* white actor takes the edge off my annoyance a little bit because at least it's a talented actor, but honestly it still pisses me off that jfc they didn't even appear to think about hiring a POC/WOC???!! I think especially on the heels of adding Hawkins.

Like Hawkins himself-- why is he white? Like okay I love him and adore his storyline with Violet-- especially bc it's giving Violet a much better love interest!-- so I'm not exactly annoyed by *his* presence but I am so, so disappointed that fire didn't chose to hire a poc.

And honestly I'm disappointed in fire in general; there's now three new characters that are getting introduced this season (the third being the paramedic rumoured to be stepping in for Sylvie) and they've *ALL* been fucking white??? Because apparently there's no way there's gonna be any poc who will be in those jobs right? 🙄 I could excuse one, but three? That's dropping the ball.

I agree that Fire (especially in the past) has done a decent job at diversity. Honestly it's while that technically pd is my favourite, because burzek are my otp, objectively fire was too. Because their diversity, the way they care about the community, their family interactions... It was so good. I mean obviously not perfect and it had Issues but depending it's created and ran largely by white men, it was good.

But, as a post in my drafts say but I'll make the point here instead, Fire is going the same way pd has already years ago. Objectively, pd is so shitty and literally so fucking terrible at diversity and racial issues (not to mention queer issues 🙄) but fire's always had that edge of being good. Except they've really gone downhill.

A big issue is-- and this actually goes for pd, too-- that they lost their poc and non American characters. So already when you look at the cast all lined up, it no longer looks like an incredibly diverse firehouse. I mean yes, it's not all white, but they lost Mills, Gabby, Emily and Otis. And what's more, they didn't exactly aim to replace them with more minorities. (To a degree, I know, I'm not going to get into a debate about the technicality of who replaced who!)

So they start with a nice diverse main cast (even if their secondary characters were all white), and what's more is they had that mix of cultures threaded in throughout the house-- even down to who's the best cooks and what they cook. This, even if there was only a handful of minorities, helped to bring that atmosphere of Diversity and togetherness.

The best places I've ever been in are ones where there is a lovely mix of cultures. I mean obviously I'm not white so I just feel more comfortable around other minorities, and I'm from a very diverse city. Which is why I like Chicago, and one Chicago, because a lot of the things can be similar to home (just with the caveat that I don't have a big latino population). And I liked that feel that early CF had.

A mix of cultures in one pot, it's truly one of the best things ever, especially bc us minorities are so much more likely to be accepting of one another. And while this wasn't really ever as at the forefront of the show like I'd say do, it was so good depending the white creators and white leads.

But when they lost their actors, they not only physically, from how the cast looks, lost a lot of their diversity, but they lost that vibe. And that's a big factor in how this feels even more disappointing, because they already only have a few poc and just keeps adding white characters, but they've rid us of that feeling. And because they're not really making sure to keep that vibe, they're not thinking about it in the casting room-- which means they don't remember that hey, we should hire people who aren't, y'know, white.

It's the opportunities they could take and ignores that creates this disappointment. As you've said, why couldn't we have a woc to lead the 51, especially after last season with them talking about how incredible it is to have woc in charge. And I mean, okay, I get it to a degree-- they want the first black woman lieutenant in charge to be Stella. (And by get it I mean I get that white men feel that it's more special that way bc they see two black women as two black women first, not two individuals whereas we don't). So... Make the lieutenant latina. Chicago has such a big latino as well as black so if they don't want to use a black actor bc of Stella... There's still a non white option!!! But instead they choose... A white man, who's presumed straight.

And honestly, these things I might be able to get pass if, as you put, they didn't neglect their pre-existing poc over Pelham and Hawkins!! Like Ritter is nothing but a plot device in gallo's immaturity, and Cruz... I'm so mad about them fading out his storyline. Honestly the way before these seasons aired the productions amped up Kim's and Cruz's respective storylines only to drop them has already pissed me off, but to have them choose to ignore a moc's struggles, even more as he approaches fatherhood which can be a trigger to bring up deep repressed issues? It's like why did they even bother!!!

And idek what's up with Gallo. Like why bring in more white characters when you're doing nothing with this one? And that's another thing that annoyed me about the Pelham thing-- so it was shown early on that Stella took a kinda mentoring role to Gallo, and they could've had her leave some notes for who came to fill in (although yes technically he filled in for Matt) and like we could see Pelham doing things recommended-- and getting to see what amazing work Stella does despite her not being on our screen- getting them to keep shining a light on their woc even when the actress was taking a break.

And it just pisses me off even more that they reintroduced seager and she's nothing but a useless flirt. Like way to demonise, writers!

All these points can kinda link into pd, too, and I'm just gonna talk about that for a moment although I will be making a separate post about it. I was going to include these points in the paragraphs talking about it in fire but I thought I'd just add it on here on the end in case people just wanted to focus on CF.

The loosing of poc: honestly this is an even bigger problem in pd then it is in fire. Because one) fire has more than one, and two) they have done somewhat more of loosing a poc and swapping them with another (although there's inherent problems with that too). But pd, we always had basically none, and then whenever they lost characters, they just... Didn't replace them.

Kevin is literally the only poc and his storyline is only ever about being black-- and it's not even done well!!! Yes points are poignant, but overall it's just so exhausting and honestly overdue. And they wrote off Antonio, got rid of Rojas with no mention, and now... The Latino community apparently doesn't exist, and the black community only exists when they remember about Kevin.

And fun fact writers, just because we (poc) disappear from your minds as soon as you think you've done your quota, doesn't mean we actually disappear in real life! We're still here, watching your show, seeing our issues get made a mockery of. Like no, things don't stop just because the focus is on this character today. It's an ongoing thing, and it's a thing that white people-- no matter how hard they try-- will never ever know how it feels. You can't, not unless you have the skin we have, not unless you grow up feeling the way people look at you from day fucking one. The closest white people will ever get is when they're parents to non-white kids, but even that will never quite be the same.

And obviously a lot of this is Eid's fault. I mean pd was still a fucking disaster pre-eid, but it was better. But Eid came in, killed characters and did nothing to hire others after or discuss racial issues until, y'know, George Floyd happened.

And it's not just about poc, and our communities that's been overlooked and ignored. It's the potential about other underrepresented communities. Like Hailey. She's Greek, her grandparents or great grandparents were probably immigrants, or if not, her family grew up around Greek immigrants and in that culture. And when she's introduced, there's literally another Greek character in the show but do they jump on the chance to use that to integrate her and the multi-cultural life in Chicago? Nope! She brings Greek donuts once and then it's like Greek? Me? Oh no way.

And it's even more important because Hailey is "American passing". You look at her, and you look at her name, and the average person won't see the enriching Greek culture. (I'm not saying btw that Greeks have to look a certain way, they don't, but I'm just pointing out that the average white person who's not knowledgeable in cultures will not associate all the uniqueness Hailey could bring, the opinions she'd have).

I'm not even gonna touch upon Makayla in this post, mostly because I've got others I'm gonna dedicate to just her because it's complicated, but the whole fucking way they've handled that is just so so bad and I can't even understand the people who said that the writing from Eid taking over to him stepping down being good.

I'm gonna stop this here now, especially before I go into ranting about Jay and Voight and even more before I start ranting about some areas of this fandom!

Anyway!!! Sorry (again) that this took so long to get around too, and I'm sorry most of what I've answered isn't insights but just me ranting but thank you so much for sending this. It's everything I think, and it makes me feel less alone, especially because it can feel like I'm a little bit crazy in this fandom bc of things like this and getting sent this by another poc makes me feel better (By the way, this whole time I've been assuming you're also a poc but if you're not, I'm guessing you're from an underrepresented community yourself bc your wording just shows that!)

Feel free to come into my inbox whenever, and I can promise I'll try and answer you sooner 🤣

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doubleshotofsomething · 3 years

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To Hell & Back

Part Three: “I don’t scare you and I guess that’s why”

Summary: You attempts at payback keep getting ruined. Somehow, you keep needing the same idiot you hate.

Prompt: “I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.”

Warnings: Swearing. [Also typos, probably. Which shall be repaired by tomorrow]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Series Masterlist [in case you missed the other ones]

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"Good morning-" your customer service smile widens just a smidge, "-what can I get ya?"

Bucky narrows his eyes, lips tightening into a thin line as he looks over you. Even with the counter between you and the little fluff in his hand, he still manages to look intimidating.

You're trying your best to not show how much the sight of him, angry and inconvenienced, pleases you. It's a mission, but you keep your professional façade intact.

"I'm going to throw you off the roof." He growls, adjusting his arm as he glares at you. "Then I'm gonna dance on your grave."

"That doesn't sound familiar," you say coyly, tilting your head to the side. "Is that some kind of latte?"

There is a line forming behind him and your co-workers are you giving the both of you side-eyes. Bucky doesn't seem to care, his blue eyes flashing with what you can only hope is anger. You don't care either, you warned him and he didn't listen.

"You took my parking space-" he dumps the white fluff onto the counter between you. "-my fucking parking space."

You shrug. "You made me drink filter coffee."

He glowers. "That justifies your actions?"

"Filter," you emphasize, gently nudging the little fur ball towards him. "Filter fucking coffee, Barnes. Do you know what that shit does to a person?"

You can hear one of your co-workers mumble an "oh, here we go" and you shoot them a glare. Turning back to the mammoth in front of you, you nudge his gift back to him.

"Excuse me-" Bucky turns around, giving you a clear view of the old man behind him. "-some of us have things to do. Can you two hurry the fuck up?"

You both blink at the man, completely unfazed, then turn back to each other. He shoves the cat back to you and it lets out a disgruntled out.

"Take your cat and go home," you gently push it back to him.

"I don't have a cat." He pushes it back.

"Your parking space disagrees." You pick it up and put it in his arms.

He narrows his eyes, holding the cat. "That was just cruel, even for you, doll."

"Not a doll."

"I will be taking your parking space."

"I don't have one-" you grin. "-no car, no space. Also, you can't prove I took your parking space."

His nostrils flare. "Who else would put this-" he gestures to the furball clinging onto him, "-in a box and put it where my bike is supposed to be?!"

You blink at him. Once. Twice. Then frown. "Wait, why do you have a car and a bike?"

"Seriously?"

You nod. "Yeah, I keep forgetting to ask you about that-"

"Sweetheart, I'm going to drop you off in Australia after this-" your heart nearly plummets at the thought and you glare at him. "-and that's your concern, right now? The car and the bike?"

You don't question why or how he knows Australia is on your list of murder sites. You also don't question why the way he just called you sweetheart makes you want things you shouldn't.

You're about to respond, something snarky that will piss him off even more, when the same guy interrupts again.

"Hey!" He rounds and stands next to Bucky, glaring you both down. "Listen, I didn't beat morning traffic for some coffee only to have some gym buff flirt up the cashier."

Bucky's eyebrows shoot up. He tries to blink back the shock, but he can't.

Flirt? With you? He could never disrespect you like that. Not at your job. Never like this.

You have worked with, and for, people like that for the longest of time. So you're not surprised by the tantrum the man throws.

However, you're running low on patience at the moment.

"Sir-"you glare at the man, "-this man, right here, is a war hero. A veteran. The reason half the world is back. You owe your life to him. So if you're gonna be an asshole-"

Bucky cuts in. "Doll, it's oka-"

"Shut your trap, Barnes!" You hiss at him, before turning back to the man. "If you're gonna be an asshole and accuse him of flirting with me, then call him Sergeant - not gym buff. Now, get the fuck out of my shop before I have him throw you out!"

The man sputters, random words flying out of his mouth as he scrambles to form a sentence. Bucky grimaces at the sight and turns back to you.

"That wasn't necessary-"

"He called me a cashier."

He pauses, then nods. You were a barista first, manager second - you worked far too hard on that promotion to be demoted publicly by an asshole - and spiteful third.

You would rather let your neighbour call you Doll, than let a stranger assume your job title.

"Fair point. I'll take a coffee while I wait for you-"

You slit your eyes. "What kind of coffee, Barnes?" You grit the words out.

It's not a question, it's a warning. One he blatantly ignores as he adjusts the kitten in his arm.

He gives you a smile, the most innocent smile you've ever seen on that face of his. And that's saying a lot, you've seen all his smile and none of them are this deceiving.

A pit forms in your stomach at the glint in his eyes. Utter betrayal.

"I swear to god, if you say filter-"

"Decaf." He cuts you off, a sweet smile on his face. "I'll take decaf."

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You had wiped down the counter three times, before finishing with your queue. Then took over making the drinks, while everyone else worked the registers.

If Bucky wasn't sure that you were making him wait on purpose, the fact that you let everyone else take their breaks first was confirmation enough.

Once you were sure he had been stewing for long enough, you took your fifteen minutes.

With a bottle of water and an empty ice cream cup, you move to the little corner booth in the back. Bucky leans back, eyeing your hands, as you approach.

"That's all you're gonna eat?" Is his question as you sit down.

"Not for me," you pour water into the cup and nudge it towards him. "It's for your new friend. Or roommate. Or whatever it is you called 'em back in the day."

He rolls his eyes, gently picking up the cat from his lap and placing it on the table. He nudges the water closer to cat.

"Now," you fold your arms on the table and rest your chin on them, watching the little thing make it's way to the water. "Tell me more about this fuzzball."

Bucky frowns and shifts slightly in his chair, slowly analysing you. You don't notice, too busy focused on the cat that shouldn't be in the shop.

For a moment, you have this wondrous look in your eye as you watch. It's there for a short moment, then it's gone. He wants it back. In your eyes, where it should always be.

You chance a look at him. "The cat?"

"Why aren't you eating?" He counters. "Isn't it your break?"

"No, it's not for another three hours." You straighten in your seat. "This is just a breather, so use it wisely."

"Okay, then what will you be eating in three hours?"

You sigh, folding your arms and leaning in your seat. "Are you asking me out for lunch, Barnes?"

He bristles. Not because of the question, but the use of his last name. He prefers Bucky, you know he does, but he's gotten so accustomed to you calling him anything other than Bucky that it worries him.

"No," he states.

Not lunch. That's not enough time, it's never enough time.

Dinner. That's a definite. Nights are longer, and you don't have to rush back to work after. It's not enough time either, but it's a gateway to breakfast. So, not lunch. Never lunch.

"Then?" You raise an eyebrow.

He retaliates by raising his. "Will you be eating lunch or working through it?"

You stare at him, eyes flicking between both blues. He stares back, something you've noticed he's good at. And knowing that stirs something inside you, something you wish you could drown.

"Yes, Barnes-" you sigh. "-I will be eating lunch."

"Good."

"I always figured Blondilocks was the mom friend of your death squad. Guess I was wrong."

Blondilocks is a nickname you reserved for Steve. It used to piss him off, but now he realises how fitting it is.

He chooses to ignore your remark. "Now, let's talk about the parking space and the cat."

"I'm innocent."

"No, you're not." He glares. "You threatened to take my parking space and now you took it."

"I plead the fifth."

"And you involved a cat. What am I supposed to do with a cat?"

"I want a lawy–" you pause, his words seeming to echo in your head. You sit up and place your hands on the table. "–wait a minute. What did I do with what cat?"

Bucky points at the kitten laying on the table. You're not seated by a window, but the rays of sunlight still reach your table – much to the furball's delight.

"The cat in my parking space." He says it like you're supposed to know what he's talking about.

Which is both amusing and upsetting, because you don't.

You blink at him. "I didn't put a cat in your parking space."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't. I put something else in the parking space–" you claim, your mind flashing with the images of plates of tampon-stuffed jelly that you placed on his parking space. "–but not a living creature. I'd never abandon a living, breathing thing in a basement parking lot for payback. I'm pretty sure that's illegal."

It's Bucky's turn to be confused. The only reason he was there, at your work, was because he tried to park his car – only to find a large box in the middle of his parking spot. Inside the box, was a small pillow and bowl of milk, next to what looked like a small, white fluffy tennis ball.

He thought it was you. It made sense. The thing inconvenienced him, like something you would make sure to do. And it was added responsibility that you knew he never wanted. So, of course he thought it was you. It had to be.

"Wait, so all you found was a cat?" You frown, clearly annoyed at that little fact.

Bucky nods slowly, confused that it wasn't you. Who else could it be, if not you?

You huff. "So... You didn't get my surprise gift to you? At all?"

"There was a cat," he explains again. "In a box. That's it."

"Now that's just fucking disrespectful!" You're beyond pissed now. "I spent the entire night on those dishes."

"No need to be dramati–"

"Barnes–" you flash your eyes at him, picking up the table's salt shaker and pointing it at him. "I will use this."

His eyes narrow. "I'm not a demon–"

"I," your eyes narrow further, "will use this."

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There's banging on your door. Loud and insistent. You don't need to ask, to know who it is.

You're also very, very aware of the fact that your mother somehow got a copy of your keys. You called her out on it, one Saturday Session, gross invasion of privacy was the term you used.

Somehow, those words twisted into something far more sinister and you left your childhood home feeling worse than you did when you walked in.

You hated those five years. Watching your mother mourn both your sister and father did things to you, things no one should ever have to go through. But watching your sister's husband – a man you used to respect – turn into everything you hate, that had to have been the worst of it all.

You hated those five years, you hated the Avengers for not winning too. But now, with everyone back, you wish they'd lost again.

"Psst," you're on your balcony, hoping your neighbour's super serum gave him superhearing. "Barnes."

You slipped out the glass door the moment you heard a key being slipped into your front door locks. You guess your mother is either with your sister, or she gave her a copy of your keys. You made sure to close it on your way out, and hid out of sight.

"Barnes," you whisper again, "Barnes, open up. I will freeze to death out here."

A soft click sounds, followed by your neighbour's glass door opening a fraction. He sticks his head out, a frown on his face as he eyes you.

"Wha–" he inspects your attire, the only light coming from a street pole a few blocks away. "–why aren't you wearing pants?"

You stick your hand out, wiggling your fingers at him. "I will cat sit for you, if you can hide me."

The barrier, a makeshift fence, between your balconies reaches his waist in height. But you have no upper body strength so pulling yourself over it will lead to a disaster, and the amount of noise that will expose your hiding place.

Sighing, he steps out onto the balcony and gently shuts the door behind him. It takes you moment to realise he's shirtless, and in sweatpants, then another to realise you've never seen him shirtless and in sweatpants.

You're staring. Gawking. And it's shameful, but you can't seem to pull yourself together.

It's unsettling for him, the way you're looking at him. He clears his throat but you don't seem to hear it, too far in your own mind apparently.

Your hand, the one you'd held out for him, slowly lowers to the railing and you blink. The cold air nips at your skin and you have to force yourself to look up at his eyes.

Big mistake. You think as your breath hitches, he looks like he wants to throw you off the roof, but your heart flutters a bit at the sight of his little pout.

The corner of your lips twitch. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," you begin, "you just... You do look like a gym buff in those pants."

He glares. "You gonna stare all night or what?"

You wish you could find that little part of you that wants to say yes, just so you could throw her off that balcony.

This time, you lift both your arms up and pout. "Or what."

Gentle hands grip your waist, warm and cold, and hoist you over the railing. Bucky gently sets you down, your mismatched socks barely warming your feet against the cold metal.

"This is the weirdest booty call I've ever had," you muse, trying to keep your mind off of his hands on you.

He scoffs, taking a step back. "Pretty sure that's my line, Doll–"

"–not a Doll."

"–and I'm pretty sure this is more of a home invasion, than a booty call."

"You would know."

Sighing, he squeezed passed you to open the door. "Ladies first."

You curtsey and practically leap inside when you catch a glimpse of your glass door opening. A sharp pain slices through your arm as you land on your side.

Bucky is about to rush in, to ask if you're alright, to see if you've actually lost the remainder of your mind. Because you must have.

"Oh."

He shivers, in the worst way, at the sound of your sister's voice and is forced to abandon all thoughts of checking on you. Schooling his face takes priority now.

He turns around, grimacing slightly at her shocked expression. "Hey."

"Uh-uh–" she stammers, eyes that match yours scanning every inch of him as she does. "–uh-uh-"

Nodding, he sighs. "Yeah, sorry–" she's not the first to react like this. He's just glad that your staring didn't result in that. "–I came out for some fresh air. I should've known someone would think to do the same."

Your sister's gaping only seizes when her husband's voice echoes from your apartment. Of course she'd bring her husband.

"Oh," the asshole repeats, stepping out onto the balcony. "Hey, man. What's up?"

Bucky shrugs, forcing a smile. "I didn't know you guys were over. Woulda stopped by and said hi, if I knew."

"Oh," your sister lets a nervous laugh, waving the thought away. "No, no. We were just in the area and wanted to stop by. Ya know, check on her."

Bullshit.

They came because of the poisoned muffins.

Bucky doesn't need to force the smile anymore. "Oh, that's great. How is she?"

This is probably the first time they've managed to leave their place. Or else they would have been there earlier in the week.

The asshole shrugs. "I hope we didn't make dinner uncomfortable for you on Saturday," he adds instead. "We really enjoyed your company."

"Hmm." Bucky nods, still smiling. Near grinning now. By the third twitch of lips, he knows he has to get back inside before it's too late. "Well, goodnight."

He thought the torture was when he had to walk back, slowly, into his own place without breaking down. Then closing the door at a slow pace, as not to give anything away.

But as soon as he turned around, as soon as he saw you sitting on the floor, on his impromptu bed. Legs criss-cross, kitten by your feet, and cup of coffee in your hands. Everything changed.

"Helped myself to some coffee," you whisper, cradling the cup closer to your lips.

Torture would be the following night, and the nights after that. Where he would walk into his apartment, and not find you there – like this.

"Fuck."

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Shigiraki x reader- Are they among us?

Fluff

Dabi scowled at you and shigaraki curled up on the couch, your public affection made him uncomfortable and it didn't help he didn't trust you one bit. No way would he trust you so quickly.

"We need to have a meeting" shigaraki called into the front of the bar in his scratchy voice and dabi looked him up and down "with her here?" he pointed a skinny finger to you, blissfully running your hands through shigiraki's powder blue locks ignoring Dabi's typical attitude towards you. Shigaraki clenched his jaw and tapped his fingers together to keep his patience "why wouldn't she be there. She's one of us now" the croaky villain patted your thigh and you glanced between the 2 males deciding to keep your focus on your boyfriend. "Oh yeah you trust her because she's like your little puppy dog or some shit" the patchwork villain rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Explain why I shouldn't trust her?" shigaraki scoffed. His meeting was now going to run late wasn't it, ugh that meant working for longer when all he wanted was a nap or to have his head resting on your chest while he slept keeping you trapped on his uncomfortable mattress. You brought him the missing comfort. "She "secretly" dropped her alliance with all might for us. Seems shady to me" dabi squinted his eyes at you scrutinizingly and you chewed the inside of your cheek. "What if she's some sort of double agent" dabi theorised and shigaraki laughed at the ridiculous conspiracy. "She's already a double agent for us. (y/n) "works" for all might for us remember" shigaraki mocked and dabi rolled his eyes "whatever. What if she isn't even working for us, why would she just abandon all might for the league of VILLAINS?" he rolled a flame over his knuckles and shrugged as a sign of not caring despite how he really cared.

"Because I saved her from that nomu attack" shigaraki answered simply, and simple was never enough for the black haired villain. "And she just fell for you then and there?" he questioned sarcastically and you glanced at him from the side and smiled brightly "yes! He saved me quicker than I've ever seen all might move and shigi was so handsome coming to save me" you gushed, emphasising your sickly sweetness to get dabi off your back. It was annoying having him question your relationship constantly. "Sure you did. Whatever, start the meeting" dabi stopped his argument and shigaraki stood up making you fall backwards onto the couch and stretched his arms to the sky. "I need to organise my stuff first. I'll be 5 minutes" he grunted stomping up the stairs like a child being grounded.

You stretched and wandered behind the bar pouring yourself a pomegranate champagne spritzer in a fancy crystal glass bevelled at the sides. Dabi watched you in suspicion and bounced his leg "(y/n). Bring me a beer would ya" he grunted. You looked up from pouring your drink and raised your eyebrows "I thought you didn't trust me?" you answered back grabbing a beer for him regardless and pulled the cap off with the bottle opener. "Don't, doesn't mean I don't want a beer though" he said holding his hot hands out for the glass, the condensation turning to steam instantly. He grabbed your arm with his other seering hand and pulled you so you were sitting on his knees.

He kept his grip strong against your arm and leaned next to your ear whispering "I don't trust you for a second. So I'm going to give you a reason to leave, or more, a reason for shigaraki to kick you out." toga on the other couch panicked waving her hands out in front of her frantically. "Dabi what are you doing! You're gonna get fired or something" she shouted at the competitive man and you cycled your legs under his to try and propel you out his lap but to no avail.

Shigiraki's sloppy footsteps echoed louder as he neared the bottom of the stairs and dabi continued to whisper in your ear, lurching forward every time you moved too far and pulled you back keeping you trapped on his knee. You huffed and stuck your bottom lip out swirling the ice cubes in your cocktail that clinked against the side of the glass being washed over by alcohol. "I never did anything to you. I don't get why you hate me so much" you rolled your eyes and the stairs eagerly for your boyfriends shoes to step into the light. "I don't like it when someone threatens my family. And you feel like a threat" he explained, taking a swig of his beer and pressing the cold bottle against the small of your back making you jump and arch your back.

Shigiraki made it to the bottom of the stairs with scraps of paper and a pencil tucked behind his ear. He took note of your scowling expression on dabi's lap and his smirking face and growled angrily pulling you harshly off of dabi and kicking the man in the shins. "Get your hands off of her" he snarled pushing the paper he brought against your chest and tapped his foot impatiently waiting for a comeback but dabi wasn't willing to use his voice for shigaraki (KINKY- No pebble!). "Get up. I think i need to have a word with you outside" shigaraki smiled fakely scrunching up his nose and screwing his eyes shut while forcing dabi to the other side of the door.

You and toga looked at each other while listening to the argument outside and made light conversation. "Oh wait, here try some of my drink!" you exclaimed jumping up and squatting down beside her letting her take a sip from the side of your glass leaving a pink smudge on the side of the glass. She nodded approvingly after a sip and clapped her hands "you're so good at making yummy drinks (y/n)!" she complimented sucking on an ice cube she captured while sipping. "Thank you! It's a good distraction when there's 2 boys constantly arguing over my existence" you pouted gesturing flamboyantly to the door where the boys were still arguing. "Hm i'm sorry (n/n) (Nickname). If you get bored you could always go out with me!" she cheered and you laughed honestly weighing your options for a second. But no. shigaraki was your one and only "I'll keep that in mind!"

Dabi stormed out the base leaving the door wide open and you watched silently as shigaraki came through sighing. "No point in holding the fucking meeting now" he scoffed and pointed at you curling his finger for you to follow him. "Guess i gotta go. I'll talk to you later toga!" you cheered following shigaraki to your shared room. "I want a nap" he muttered and you nodded jumping into the room before him and hopping on the bed holding your arms out for him to rest between them. "Tired" he sighed, falling into you and you wrapped your arms around him. "Thank you for saving me shigi" you whispered and he nodded slowly.

Alternative ending

You silently slipped out of bed squeezing through the window and bounced from rooftop to rooftop to meet the red white and blue hero patiently waiting for you under the pier at the beach to trade information. "They don't get along easily but it seems that dabi guy thinks he's found some sort of family. Toga just seems like a lost kid who doesn't belong there, cast out of society and shigaraki, a whiny brat who can't take being talked down too or argued with" you told all might who wrote everything down on a pad of paper to be given to the police. "I've yet to see bubaigawara or that compress figure today. Most of the league trust me but Dabi has his doubts" you explain.

All might nodded and handed you a salted caramel "thank you (y/n), I appreciate this, you'll be greatly rewarded after this" he says crouching under the pier and saying his goodbyes leaping into the other direction.

Bonus!

Dabi watched from on top of the ferris wheel set up for the carnival and smirked. "I fucking knew it you bitch"

#bnha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #wattpad #mha #boku no hero fanfic #tomura shigiraki x reader #shigiraki x reader #tomura shiragaki #shigiraki tomura #tomura x reader

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slurp-imagines · 3 years

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Usopp: Intimacy prompt list

Touching #3: hiding face in neck

content: nsfw, pwp, 2nd person, reader's sex is unspecified words: 841

Usopp nudges your legs a little further apart, and you oblige him readily, knees pressing once again into the cushions of the couch, hands gripping the top of the backrest.

His own hands grip the curves of your ass, squeezing briefly before running up your back; you shiver in anticipation of what's to come as they trail around your body to your chest.

"Usopp," you whine as he tweaks both your nipples, a light sigh of pleasure escaping through your nose. "Hurry up..."

"Patience, Y/N, patience," he chuckles behind you, obviously pleased with your eagerness. "Good things come to those who wait," he sing-songs next, even though both of you know he doesn't have the heart to leave you hanging for much longer.

"Right," you respond with a giggle of your own, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

"I am right. I'm gonna blow your mind in, like, a minute. Don't worry," he promises with a grin, and as always you suspect he's puffing out his chest and putting on a bit of a show for you. Still, this certainly isn't the time or place to call him out, especially not once you hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, so you decide to stop hassling him.

A moment later, one of Usopp's hands fixes itself at your hip while the other guides himself to your supple core. When you feel the first bit of stretching from the tip of his cock, you push your hips back to meet him. You're already slick from his previous work, already warm and welcoming for him, and both of you groan once he finally bottoms out inside you.

He shifts back slightly and then presses in again– tentative, waiting to gauge your enjoyment– and it's sweet, the way he thinks about you like this. The sexual part of your relationship is far from new at this point, and his gentle concern for you hasn't faded in the slightest.

But even with that in mind, the pace he's setting for your sake isn't nearly enough at the moment. Not with the way you've been craving him all day long, not with the way he's worked you up so patiently until now, his touch and kisses diligently seeking out every part of your body, eager to please.

When you take initiative by rocking yourself back and forth on his cock, he lets you, watching with rapt attention as you take his length again and again. Your breath shortens and pitches into soft moans, loving the depth and the stretch that his girth provides you.

But you need more, still, and luckily for you, he takes the reigns once your efforts show signs of slowing.

"Fuck yes," you moan out when Usopp finally snaps his hips forward and falls into a steady pace, pumping in and out of your hole.

"You like that?" he breathes out, and you can hear the slight smirk in his voice.

"Yeah! So good, so– ah!" You interrupt yourself when you arch your back just so, his cock sliding perfectly over that sensitive spot inside you. "Right there," you urge, "Right there, Usopp..."

He rolls his hips, searching for it again, and finds reward when you sigh and fall forward, forehead pressing against your now-folded arms on the backrest.

He presents you with a few slow, torturous drags along your sweet spot. Usopp feels pride swelling in his chest when he sees the way your fingers twitch and press into the skin of your arms, hears the way your breathing hitches, feels the way your body clenches around him.

"You feel so good," he mutters mindlessly.

"Y-You too," you say, the pleasure bringing a small stutter into your voice. You crane your neck a little so you can smile over your shoulder at him, and he lets out a flustered, breathy laugh.

He takes this pause as an opportunity to adjust his position– a knee presses into the cushions, the opposite hand joins yours on the backrest. His body now leans over you, and you gasp when he drives his cock back into you.

Usopp presses wet kisses against your neck, the slapping of his hips against your ass unrelenting. His grunts near your ear only make you want it harder, faster, deeper– you beg for it, and he gives it to you generously, until heat starts coiling low in your stomach and you can't control the moans slipping out of your mouth.

You feel everything. The way his body covers yours, his hot breath where he presses his face into your neck, his teeth on your skin, his hand snaking around your hip. You're already close, already approaching just from the delicious pounding of his cock, but when Usopp's wandering touch finally finds it destination, it's only a matter of time before you finish.

"Yes, oh, please," you sob, and he rubs you once, twice, three times before you're pulled to the edge, his name tumbling from your lips as you reach your peak. You tremble underneath him, and his hips stutter, falling out of rhythm before he drives into you, hard– groaning loudly as he spills his seed.

#usopp #one piece #god usopp #one piece imagines #slurp #ns.fw #was this prompt an excuse to write a specific scenario i had in my mind? yeah #the prompt is barely even there lmfao 💀💀

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mayo3600 · 3 years

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ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴜs シ ~ ғᴇᴍ!ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ

~ shopping spree ~

pov change! and longer chapter!

here it is!!!!!! thank you for your patience :)

information

prologue

chapters: one two three four five

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now playing➪

fantasy ~ bazzi

you should know

you can go where

you wanna go

i can take you there

wildest dreams, put some faith in me

take my hand to your fantasy

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delilah woke up in an even better mood than yesterday.

today was the day her and marinette were going shopping. something she never really did. she yawned, stretching.

delilah decided to look through instagram because she woke up a little earlier than normal.

the first person she saw on her feed was marinette from last sunday.

mars.bars | mari

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mars.bars ootd!! did i get the another set shorts because of the cactus....? maybe 🌝🌚 but who's saying that?

delilah laughed remembering how exited when she found those shorts, she sent her a full paragraph of saying how great the shorts were.

speaking of the angel, she got a text message just as she was thinking about her.

'she is totally reading my mind, that's why she's just messing with my feelings.' delilah grinned.

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mousy🐭: get ready, sunshine, i'm gonna be there in 30 👹

sunshine☀️: firstly, what is that emoji, and secondly, okay.

mousy🐭: don't ask. and get ready!! or i'm going to go in your room and pick out your outfit!

mousy🐭: skirt or pants? wink wonk.

sunshine☀️: anything is fine. i- okay. see you soon mousy. you can still pick my outfit if you really want to.

mousy🐭: yay!

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delilah jumped when she heard knocking. she must've been to distracted by marinette to hear alfred.

"breakfast is in 30." he smiled, looking at his blushing granddaughter.

"marinette is coming pick me up to go shopping to decorate my room. is that okay? and she's going to be here in 30 minutes so can she eat breakfast? and-" delilah asked, scared he would say no.

"of course, ms. delilah. i'm sure the boys would love to see her again." he said with a smiled, turning around going to the door, "she is welcome anytime, even if she wants to sleep." he winked.

"alfred!" she whisper yelled, turning redder than a ladybug.

"okay, okay." alfred left the room with a smirk.

'that evil butler!' delilah cursed, 'i should text her."

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sunshine☀️: alfred said you can eat breakfast, if you want?

mousy🐭: hell yeah i'll eat alfred's breakfast! his cooking was so good last night his breakfast must be amazing!

sunshine☀️: it is. it truly is.

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delilah went take a shower, doing her normal routine. putting on a robe, the then hurd a knock, knowing it wasn't alfred because it wasn't his three, short sharp knocks.

so it could only be one person.

marinette.

sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ⌨︎︎

ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴘᴏᴠ!

marinette wook up bursting with energy.

she gets to not only help delilah in picking room decor!

delilah, the girl that made marinette feel something she never felt before.

she knew she had a crush on the girl, i mean, it wasn't the same admired crush she had like adrien, but a simple 'i like you' and 'i want to get to know you more' crush.

'but she probably doesn't like me.' marinette sighed.

"mari! you obvious pice of cheese!" mullo squeaked, not only because she could tell that delilah had a crush on her, but because she was oblivious in general, "you need to get it out of your head! you can always be friends!"

marientte looked at the mouse kwami, "yeah! she can be my sister from another mister! isn't that the saying here?" she asked the last part to herself.

"you should text her about going," they said, flying over to get the cheese.

"yeah! great thinking mullo!"

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mousy🐭: get ready, sunshine, i'm gonna be there in 30 👹

sunshine☀️: firstly, what is that emoji, and secondly, okay.

mousy🐭: don't ask. and get ready!! or i'm going to go in your room and pick out your outfit!

mousy🐭: skirt or pants? wink wonk.

sunshine☀️: anything is fine. i- okay. see you soon mousy. you can still pick my outfit if you really want to.

mousy🐭: yay!

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marinette cackled like a mad woman, she was going to make herself match.

"i know that look!" mullo shouted across the room.

"we're going to match!" marinette said gleefully, squealing.

'hmmmm! ahah!'

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right before she was about to step into the shower, her phone went off.

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sunshine☀️: alfred said you can eat breakfast, if you want?

mousy🐭: hell yeah i'll eat alfred's breakfast! his cooking was so good last night his breakfast must be amazing!

sunshine☀️: it is. it truly is.

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"mullo! we're eating alfred's food again! go tell aunt harley and aunt pam!" marinette called, turning in the water.

"aye aye, captain!" mullo left the room, smile on their face.

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marinette pulled into the wayne driveway. walking up to the door.

"hello mr. alfred!" marientte waved to the older man, smiling happily, "i brought more croissants! it seemed the others liked them! and these are fresh!" she giggled.

"yes, they very much did. thank you, ms. marinette, we can have these at our breakfast." alfred took the box in gratitude, for he, too, enjoyed them.

"okay! i need to go to deliah's room! thanks mr. alfred!" she waved with a goofy grin and skipped of to delilah's room.

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she took the directions delilah gave her yesterday to get to her room.

"come in." she heard as she knocked on the door to delilah's room.

"okay! i brought some clothes! i may or may not have made them yesterday! but here!" marientte said, handing the bag over.

"thanks. i bet it's going to be amazing." delilah smiled, holding the bag.

once she went in and changed, she came out with a big smile on her face, not only because they were matching, but because it was comfortable, "it's amazing, mousy, i can see why it's high quality. him much is it?"

"it's on the house! after all, i wanted to do it!" marinette smiled at the taller girl.

"okay..." delilah was totally going to pay her back.

"go go go!" marinette cheered.

"okay, mousy." delilah smirked.

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delilah looked at the outfit with a blush. she didn't realize that she was going to be matching marinette, but, she wasn't mad.

"i look kinda... cute." she twirled in the mirror, "it's perfect."

"are you done yet?" marinette called, bouncing in excitement.

"yeah, i'm coming." she heard from the bathroom.

when delilah stepped out of the room.

it was almost as if nothing else in the world mattered. only delilah.

"you look good." marinette managed to breath out.

"thank you." delilah said, blushing a bit.

"anyway, i hear alfred's food calling my name!" marinette laughed, tugging delilah along.

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the food was amazing, as always, and marinette's fresh croissants were a big hit.

"bye! thanks for having me!" marinette waved goodbye to the wayne's, while dragging delilah.

delilah has gotten use to marinette pulling her around, if anything she kinda enjoy it.

"here, pick another song." marinette said, handing the phone over to her.

"okay." delilah didn't know what song to put on. then she remembered the song jason was playing the night before.

fantasy ~ bazzi

"you have good taste." marinette complemented delilah, who smiled in response, "wait! delilah, do you want to be in my outfit of the day post! becasue we match! if you want, of course."

delilah smiled over to the girl who was driving, "sure, angel, i would love to."

"yay!" she cheered, smiling at delilah, we can take it at target.

sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ⌨︎︎

ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ ᴘᴏᴠ!

"okay! ready?" marinette said, making her phone somehow stand in the car.

"yeah, i'm ready when you are."

"get ready!" the camera flashed and marinette ran to see the picture, "aww! it looks amazing!"

"yeah. it does." she smiled.

"it's posted! let's go." marinette gave a determined nod and laughed, delilah following behind.

she heard a ding from her phone and saw the poses she was @ in.

mars.bars | mari

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mars.bars look at my matching outfit with @d.wayne. thank you for posing in this! :)

delilah liked the post with a smile on her face.

"hey in the cart." marinette said seriously, looking delilah dead as she got into her eyes.

"why...?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

marinette sighed, walking over to her with, "just do it, love, we are going to have fun!" she jumped up and down.

"yes ma'am." delilah got into the cart, smiling in confusion.

"ready? yeah? let's go!" she raced to the decoration section, laughing joyfully as she saw delilah smile.

"let's go on a shopping spree!" marinette yelled, only softly enough for delilah could here.

"yeah!" delilah cheered.

yeah, she could get use to this.

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chapter five: closed

next: chapter six

you wouldn't believe the shity day i had.

i'm sorry this didn't come sooner! i'm going to be gone for a few days so if i don't update, that's why!

do you guys like the longer chapters?

love you guys and stay happy! 😌

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