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[barcaatthemoon]

familia ii || alexia putellas x reader ||

a couple of the struggles of your first child with alexia.

part i

alexia brushed her hand against the back of your knuckles. she hadn't taken her eyes off of you for the past hour. out of the corner of your eyes, you could see the way that her body sagged and threatened to fall forward. still, alexia sat dilligently watching over you in the hospital room.

"ale, come here please," you said weakly. alexia's head snapped over to the hospital bed. you had moved over a little, just enough to make room for her to lay with you. alexia knew what you wanted, and she wasn't in any sort of mood to deny you. not after what you had just put yourself through to make her happy.

"are you having trouble sleeping?" alexia's voice was full of concern. she knew that you hated sleeping in new places. that wasn't what was keeping you away, however. alexia's staring and occasional knee-bouncing right next to your bed was the cause of your restlessness.

"cuddle me, please." you pouted as you stared up at alexia. she was more than happy to crawl into the bed with you. almost immediately, both of you fell right asleep in the hospital bed. you don't know how, but you managed to get a good night's sleep all cramped up in alexia's arms.

when the morning came, you had your fair share of visitors in the form of alexia's friends and family. a few friends that you had made stopped by, but your family was too far away to make it on such short notice, not that you expected them to. alexia's family doubled as your family now, especially since you had fallen pregnant.

most of the visitors were just passing through, but mapi, ingrid, alba, and eli stayed all day. they helped alexia move you and the newborn baby home. you had never thought that you'd have such a good support system in your life. they did everything for you except for feed the baby. you noticed that ingrid in particular stayed very close to you and the baby.

"have you ever thought of having a baby with maria?" you asked. ingrid bit her lip as she gave you a small nod. you knew that she was nervous to bring it up again, but you had been watching the way that maria melted whenever ingrid held your daughter. "you should. the two of you are in a good place, and there might be an opening for the apartment across the hall."

"do you really want those two together even more?" ingrid asked as she motioned towards where alexia, mapi, and alba were standing. alexia and mapi had joined up to shove alba back and forth. it was probably more than annoying for alba, but you loved the look on alexia's face as she laughed.

"i don't mind it most of the time. besides, we wouldn't have to be in the same place as them constantly," you reminded ingrid. she did seem to like the sound of that and agreed to look into the apartment across the hallway. they were large apartments, so you wouldn't have any more neighbors on the floor.

…

loud wails seemingly echoed through the hallway of your apartment. it was pitch black outside, the kind that it only ever was in the odd hours of the morning. alexia had gone back to training and her usual duties, so you were taking on a bit more with the baby. that meant you tried to get every late-night feeding or diaper change that came up. tonight wasn't going to be an exception, not with alexia going in for an important meeting in a few hours.

"jaime, baby, what's wrong?" you cooed as you stepped into the nursery. your daughter wouldn't answer, but you hoped that the sound of your voice would work. of course, it hadn't, not even as you said all the things you'd heard alexia say before.

you had carried jaime for nine months, but that girl was obsessed with alexia. at times, you felt like a failure for almost never being able to comfort your baby. in almost all of the books, it had warned about the other parent struggling to make a connection. the thought had never occured to you that it could be the other way around.

"shh, please don't cry," you begged and pleaded with jaime. however, it was too late. you heard alexia's footsteps, and once she had entered the room, jaime seemed to calm down. "i'm so sorry. i-i-," "it's okay, just go lay down. i've got this," alexia said. she took jaime from you and managed to get her down before you had gotten back to the bedroom. alexia wasn't sure what to expect when she got back, but it wasn't for you to be nearly sobbing into your pillow.

alexia got into bed with you and pulled you away from the pillows. her arms felt nice, but you didn't feel like you deserved it. you had one job, one agreed-upon job. you were supposed to take care of the baby, and it felt like you couldn't even do that. alexia was being patient with you, but even her patience had its limits.

"talk to me," alexia ordered. she had been worried about you for the past month and a half. alexia had stayed by your side for the entire offseason, and things should have clicked for you by now, but they hadn't.

"i'm a failure. jaime hates me, i don't get it." this time, you openly sobbed into her shirt. alexia was afraid for a moment that you'd wake the baby with how intense your crying was. she had a meeting that day, but it was going to be pushed back. there was no way she could leave you to do anything on your own when you were so obviously burnt out.

…

"alexia!" you groaned as eli yelled at her daughter. jaime was supposed to be down for tummy time, but alexia had continuously been picking the baby up instead. the doctors said that jaime was healthy, just a bit behind developmentally. you had been a bit beside yourself at the news, and alexia wasn't making it any better. "put her down!"

"mami, she was whining. she hates being down there by herself," alexia tried, but it was no use.

"then go down there with her, but do not pick her up," eli ordered. you hadn't expected eli to play the bad cop with alexia when it came to jaime, but you were grateful for it. alexia had warned you before jaime was even born that eli had been waiting for years to be a grandmother. there was no way she wasn't babying and spoiling her first grandchild, but alexia's mother had surprised you in putting her foot down when alexia wouldn't.

it wasn't surprising to you when alexia got down onto the floor. jaime barely ever seemed to crawl around when the doctors had told you she should be starting to stand up. you had been fighting with alexia about keeping jaime on the floor longer, but alexia always picked her up whenever you weren't looking. she didn't have the chance with eli there watching her like a hawk.

"mami, look at her. she wants to be held." alexia looked genuinely distraught as jaime began to whine a little.

"then you check on her to see if she needs something. there will be trouble if you coddle her for too long," eli warned. alexia brushed the warning off and took jaime into the kitchen to see if she wanted a bottle. "you need to put your foot down with alexia better."

"i don't want to start a fight." you were careful in choosing your words. eli didn't know about the arguments between you and alexia about coddling jaime. alexia had crossed a few lines resulting in you staying over with ingrid while mapi knocked some sense into your wife. "ale just hates to see her upset, that's all."

"how are the two of you doing? alba mentioned that she can't seem to get the two of you to brunch at the same time," eli was gentle with her prodding, but it was still prodding nonetheless.

"we have had some arguments, but nothing too permanent," you told her. eli didn't quite believe you, or at least she didn't believe that you were relaxed about this. she had seen how you and alexia were, how terrified you got whenever alexia seemed a bit annoyed. eli knew that one of your biggest fears was that alexia would leave you.

"if you need help with the big baby, let me know," eli told you. you chuckled a little and nodded. there had been times when you wished that you had eli's help while arguing with alexia. the woman could be acting like an asshole all week, but would immediately be on her best behavior if her mother was there.

…

"mummy!" jaime squealed as she reached for you from alexia's arms. lately, you had been jaime's favorite person, which was making alexia jealous. you could see the way that her jaw clenched as jaime began to scream and wail until you took her out of alexia's arms. "mummy."

"yes, mummy's here," you cooed softly. jaime rested her head against your shoulder as you walked her around. alexia watched from the couch as you got jaime settled down enough to rest in her playpen. once she was down and asleep, you joined alexia on the couch.

"she hates me," alexia grumbled. "i left for a tournament, and now she fucking hates me."

"alexia, she doesn't hate you. she just isn't used to you being back all the time. when you left, she was in shambles, it took a lot to get her to stop crying all the time. you weren't here, so you didn't see how we got to this point," you told her. it was a second too late when you realized that you had said the wrong thing as alexia's face fell.

"yeah, i wasn't here. that's the point," alexia raised her voice at you, something that hadn't happened since she came back. "you told me to leave, and then i had the euros camps. is this what you wanted all along?"

"ale, why would i want jaime to hate you?" you asked her. you hoped that it would help her realize how ridiculous she sounded, but it seemed to do the opposite instead.

"because you were so torn up about before. you and mi madre plotting behind my back. how many times did you go running to her before she told me that i had to go back home with her for a bit?" alexia asked you. she was slowly getting louder and louder. you didn't want to leave jaime in the living room all by herself, but you had to get alexia out of there. you knew she'd follow you to keep the fight going, so you got up and walked to the bedroom. "now you're walking away from me, ridiculous! we aren't done here."

"did you only come back to fight with me and see jaime?" you asked her. alexia paused, not having expected you to bite back. normally, you just sort of took whatever she threw at you until you had a chance to text or call eli or alba. you didn't have the energy to fight and make up with alexia in the same night. "because i can't do that, alexia. i'll go stay with ingrid or something and we'll work out a schedule, but if you are going to act like this, i'm not staying here anymore."

alexia seemed to realize that she had really fucked up because she immediately began to apologize and plead with you. "that's not what i want, (y/n), i swear. when i left, that was my little girl. she adored me, but now she cries when i'm in her arms. it's like she can tell that i've been bad. i'm sorry for snapping at you, i don't know what's wrong with me."

"you're stressed ale. jaime is picking up on the stress. there's nothing wrong with you to make our daughter hate you. she's still your little girl. do you think you can handle staying here while i go to ingrid's for a little while? i just want to calm down," you told her. alexia nodded. you could see that she wanted to hug or kiss you, but knew that you were mad at her. "i love you, ale."

"i love you too. i'll be better, i swear," alexia promised you. you pressed a kiss to her cheek on your way out. alexia ran a hand through her hair, let you leave the apartment, and then went back to watch jaime as she slept.

…

you laid curled up in alexia's arms as mapi laid on the grass with jaime. they were playing some game together, one that they had been playing inside originally. ingrid had shooed them outside at alejandro and manuel's naptime. you smiled as you watched the scene in front of you as mapi and jaime played together with ingrid watching from the porch.

"she's getting so big," alexia whispered in your ear. she ducked her head down a bit to press a kiss to the side of your jaw.

"yes, she is. i think it's the putellas genes. she's got your height," you told her. alexia hummed in agreement. jaime was nearly half a head taller than the other kids her age. she was also the spitting image of alexia, despite having your more reserved nature. next year, she'd be old enough to start with soccer, and alexia was so excited.

"if we start the treatments again soon and they go well, we could have a baby by my next birthday," alexia mentioned casually.

"i don't remember asking you what you wanted for your birthday," you teased. alexia scoffed as she gave you a little nudge. "i think that i'd like that too, but you would be playing for a lot of the pregnancy. are you okay with missing appointments?"

"back and forth. i'd like to retire with my girls on the pitch with me," alexia told you. you smiled at the thought of alexia giving her speech with you, jaime, and a second baby by her side.

"how do you know that we'll have another girl?" you asked her. to be fair, alexia had been pretty accurate in telling you beforehand how jaime would be.

"i don't for sure, but i've got a feeling. so, what do you say?" alexia asked you.

"i'd like that. the plan was three, wasn't it?"

"it was, but i'd like to carry the last one. i want to give you something as special as what you've given me." alexia pulled you in for a kiss, one that was only broken at the exaggerated gags of mapi and jaime.

"ew, gross mami!" jaime squealed. her squeals mixed with laughter as alexia got up and scooped jaime into her arms. alexia alternated between tossing jaime up and peppering the little girl's face in kisses. "te amo, mami."

"te amo mucho, jaime. your spanish getting much better," alexia said. jaime beamed at the praise. jaime had taken to english, but struggled with her spanish to the point where alexia wondered if they'd ever get around to catalan."

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[hemmingsleclerc]

One last time┃charles leclerc

summary: What do singers usually do when they are in a complicated love situation? They write songs, but what happens when you write a love song for your best friend who turns out to be Charles?

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Y/N was backstage, her heart beating hard and irregularly. The crowd outside screamed with excitement, eager to see her. She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen out of her hair as she tried to calm down by taking deep breaths.

Y/N and Charles had been best friends since they were children. Growing up together in Monaco, they shared dreams, secrets and countless memories. While Y/N once dreamed of becoming a great singer, Charles dreamed of being a Formula 1 driver and they both achieved it, becoming successful people in their respective careers. Despite their busy lives, they always made time for each other no matter what.

Charles had been Y/N's rock during her great and fast rise to fame. He was the one who kept her feets on the ground, reminded her of who she was before the fame, the cameras, and the anxiety. Y/N, in turn, was his person, cheering for him in every victory and comforting him in difficult moments. Fans adored their friendship and often believed there was something more between them. But for Y/N it was a bittersweet reality. She loved Charles deeply, but he only saw her as her best friend or at least that's what she thought.

Recently, Charles was rumored to be dating a new girl, Alex. Y/N was happy for him, really, but every photo of them together felt like a dagger in her heart and a deep part of her was jealous of that girl, ¿What did Alex had that she didn't? Charles used to speak wonderfully about Alex in interviews when he was asked about her, but it was the way he talked about Y/N that made fans believe she was his true and only love. His words were filled with warmth and affection that left the fans wondering if Charles himself realized what he truly felt.

Y/N sighed, putting those thoughts aside. Tonight wasn't about her heartache. It was about her music and her fans. She took a deep breath and took the stage, being greeted with a sea of ​​applause and shouts. She smiled, waved and began her set. The night was intense but she enjoyed every second of it.

As the concert neared its end, Y/N took a moment to speak to the crowd. “The next song is very special to me and it's brand new,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. "It's called 'One Last Time.'" Fans screamed out of excitement, not knowing the meaning of the song and the inspiration behind it.

The music began to play and Y/N closed her eyes, gathering the courage to sing the song without her voice breaking.

''I was a liar, I gave into the fire, I know I shoulda fought it, At least I’m being honest''

The fans quickly took out their phones and turned on their flashlights, making the atmosphere more nostalgic.

''So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home, One more time I promise after that I’ll let you go, Baby I don’t care if you got her in your heart, All I really care is you wake up in my arms, One last time I need to be the one who takes you home''

That night she sang about unrequited love, about wanting one last moment with someone who didn't see her the way she saw him,no matter how much she longed for it.

''And I know, and I know, and I know she gives you everything but boy, I couldn’t give it to ya. And I know, and I know, and I know that you got everything but I got nothing here without you, baby''

When she reached the last verse, tears flowed from her eyes and her voice broke without being able to contain it.

When the song ended, Y/N stood there, tears streaming down her face trying to wipe them away. The silence was deafening and then erupted into a wave of applause mixed with screams from the crowd.

''Thank you LA, I love you, see you next time!'' and with that she left the stage

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ynln tonight in LA was 🤯💓✨🌙⚡!!!! I love you all in that crazy crowd tonight, got a little emotional over there but anyways 🤣🤣 -see you soon I love u

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Backstage, Y/N wiped away her tears completely, trying to compose herself. She knew the Internet would be full of speculation. While she was on Twitter that same night after making her Instagram post, she saw fans discussing her set. #OneLastTime and #Y/NCRIED trended, with thousands of tweets expressing concern and love for her. Many fans speculated about the meaning of the song and some even guessed the truth: that it was about Charles.

A tweet caught her attention. It was a video clip of her singing her last lines, with tears streaming down her face, with the caption: “Her heart is broken and we all know why. Charles, my boy, pls open your eyes.”

Y/N's breathing hitched as she read the answers. Fans overwhelmingly supported her and expressed their belief that Charles was the one for her. As she put her phone down, a message notification appeared. It was from charles.

''y/n we need to talk. I saw your concert. Call me when you can pls. – C.”

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[cherriesformatt]

boston || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt takes reader home to meet his parents and he takes her ice skating for the first time where he used to play hockey

warnings: pure fluff

word count: 1,6k

a/n: Hi!! I combined two requests I hope you're okay with that! I tried my best! Ily <3 I will read proof after work!

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"Hey...do you want some?" Matt asked me when he opened some kind of cookies.

We were on the plane with his brothers right behind us. It was my first time flying to Boston with them and I am going to meet his family. I was shitting my pants and felt like throwing up because we were hour from landing.

"No, thanks" I smiled at him and went back to my book.

We were flying first class and it was nice and quiet here. I am glad because I was able to read and it kept my mind from stressing out.

"You don't have to be scared, they going to love you I told you that already" Matt said and put his hand on my thigh and stroked it.

"You can't possibly know that" I closed my book and looked at him with my worried eyes.

Matt smiled at me and tucked some of my hair behind my ear. He kissed my nose which made me giggle.

"Yes, I do. Justin is chill and our parents even more. Please Marylou probably already has our picture on the wall and Jimmy will want to take you fishing and hope you will say yes because we always say no" He laughed.

I laughed too.

"Please say no because if you say yes we all will need to go" Nick's head popped out of nowhere in the middle of our seats.

It calmed me down just a little bit. But as we landed it all came back. My palms were sweaty and I was fixing my hair and hoodie every three seconds as we waited for our bags in the baggage claim. Chris made me and Matt to take a picture with "Welcome to Boston" sign. And I probably looked like I saw a ghost.

"Justin just landed too and Mom is going to be here in 20 minutes" Nick said looking at his phone.

We collected our luggage and waited on the chairs for their brother.

"It was not hard to find you...Nick you look ridiculous it is so warm outside snd you wearing fucking Uggs" I heard and my eyes followed the voice.

Justin walked up to us. He was a little shorter than his little brothers and had very similar style to Chris. I wouldn't say he looked similar to them but they only shared a mom and also I knew how Justin looked like from the pictures and videos.

They said hi to their brother and he brought so much energy and made everyone laugh. I could see how boys missed their brother a lot.

"And you must be y/n, it is nice to finally meet you. This one does not shut up about you" He embrace me with a warm hug and I smiled hugging him back.

"That would be me. Its nice to meet you too Justin" I said.

"Smart choice, this one can drive and doesn't talk too much" He joked and I laughed.

"Okay let's go...mom is here" Nick said and we went outside to look for their van.

When we found the car I tried to keep my cool. But it was just so normal to be stressed about it. I never did that before. Meet my partners parents. I never felt about anyone as I felt about Matt. He was so important to me that I just needed for his family to accept me because I knew how much his family was important to him.

We all were friends for almost two years now. Me and Matt started dating like 7 months ago but it was going on for longer than that. We were both just too scared to confess our feelings but one day our friends just couldn't stand us and they set us up with a date. And we talked and talked about feelings for hours and there we are now. I am meeting his parents.

"Hi kids! I missed you so much!" Their mom gave them a hug and a kiss and I stand next to them smiling at how adorable it was.

"Hi honey, you're even more pretty in real life... welcome! I hope the flight wasn't bad for you. Matt told me you do not like flying that much" She gave me a warm smile and hugged me too.

"Thank you Ms. Sturniolo... No, it was all great I am so happy to be here" I said and her aura just made me not stress at all anymore.

"Oh please, call me Marylou, get in, choose the best seat before they all start to fight" She laughed.

Boys put all our stuff in the trunk and got in the back so I did seat in the front with their mom. She was asking me about myself and everything else. The conversation was very easy with her. All the way home we were just talking and catching up.

When we got to their house all the brothers just walked in and straight away were met with their dog. Trev was so happy to see them. He was wiggling his tail.

"Oh.. brothers are back Trevor...look at that happy boy" Their mom smiled.

"And Matty brought you new best friend" She aded happily and I smiled and kneeled to give Trevor my hand to sniff.

"Hi buddy I heard so much about you...you're so cute...oh yes you are" I smiled when he let me pet him.

"Probably more than about me, huh?" Their dad walked out from the living room and smiled.

"Hi everyone!" He said and each of his boys hugged their dad hello.

"Good Morning.." I smiled standing up from the floor.

"Hi y/n, I'm Jimmy" He smiled at me and I shook his hand gently and he stroked my arm warmly.

"It is so nice to see you... We were waiting to meet you I am so glad you could visit with boys. " He said and I smiled even more.

"Me too..." I truly said.

"Okay... we are going to put the stuff away and rest a little bit" Matt said.

"Yes.. You guys go, sweetheart if you would ever need anything let me know... I put extra stuff in their bathroom for you and please feel like it is your house" Marylou said and I smiled.

"Thank you..." I said.

We went to Matt's room and I smiled.

"Your parents and brother are just as you said... I am sorry I was stressing out so much. And your house is just so warm and feels like family and love" I said looking at him.

"I told you... Yes, I love coming back home...nowhere feels like here and now that you are here. I have all I need" He kissed me gently and I wrapped my arms around him.

"I love you.."He said when he moved away and I smiled.

"I love you too" I said back and he smiled and kissed my nose.

He always did that and I loved it. He was so cute for that.

"Okay... I will show you whole house later, you go to the bathroom first and than we can have a nap if you want or whatever. Mom said we can eat dinner together" He said and I nodded.

I loved being in Boston. First few days we all spend together. They were showing me around but also we had family movie nights and game nights. I felt very welcomed and part of the family. Their family was everything I ever wanted for my future family.

"Where are we going?" I asked one evening when Matt told me to dress warmer and take a hat.

"Oh.. remember how you told us you never ice skated before?" Chris smiled at me.

"No way...."I said.

"Oh yes way! We kinda booked our old ice ring for the evening" Nick said and I looked at them.

"Thats so cool! I cant wait to see you guys on ice" I said.

"Thats what they said about you" Nate laughed from the back.

He was also going with us.

Once we were there boys collected all the stuff they needed from the trunk and we went in.

"Here I bought this for you. I will help you put them on" Matt said handing me a box with a smile.

"You bought me ice skates? Matt..."I said and pouted my lips.

He kissed my lips and smiled.

"I always wanted to take you and I do not who actually wanted to see you on ice more me or my brothers" He laughed.

We sat on the bench and he helped be put on the skates after he put his own.

"Ready?" He asked and I looked at rest of the group already skating on ice. They were fast. Matt reached for me with his arms.

"Okay.. but do not let them run me over” I said standing up and not letting go of Matt's arms.

"I would never" He laughed and we slowly entered the ice.

"Yes!! Go y/n!" Nick clapped his hands for me and I smiled but concentrated on keeping myself up. He was filming me.

"Slowly...move your legs like you would roller-skate, you did that before so it should be easier" Matt said.

I did as he asked me and I was able to move myself. He let go of one of my arms.

"I think I got it!" I said happily but it caused me to lose my balance and I somehow fell on my bum.

"Ah..baby are you okay?" Matt helped me up and all of them gathered around me.

"Yes... guys I like fell skating 1 mile per hour and you gathered here like I was gonna die here” I laughed.

We spent all evening on ice and I got okay to the point where Matt wasn't scared that I am going to kill myself. They were also filming for a video. I helped them with the camera and was cheering from the bleachers.

I had so much fun. Here and in general. I already knew Boston had a special place in my heart. Seeing boys how they were here with their family and friends. I knew I would always want to be back here with Matt.

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[multiversefanfics]

Girl Of My Dreams (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warning: maybe some cussing? angst, then fluff again Summary: Summary: You work at a small diner down the street from the compound which Bucky visits often, so often that you remembered his order, but things got a little shaken up when Sharon puts her unwanted opinions in it.

You haven’t talked to Bucky in months, every time he comes into the diner you serve him and that’s it. He tries to talk to you, but you tell him you’re busy even if he’s the only one in the diner. It’s not his fault that Sharon said what she said, he can’t control what comes out of other peoples’ mouths, but the whole “75 girlfriends” comment really got to you, he was a very attractive man, so does he actually go out and pick up girls all the time? Is he a player? A lot is going on and you have enough to worry about. Bucky on the other hand, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He’s never felt like this about anyone before, he doesn’t want to lose you, but he knows giving you space may be the right thing to do he doesn’t listen to himself, he keeps trying although you two didn’t know each other for that long Bucky knew that you were the one for him. When he first showed you his arm you were intrigued, you asked many questions about it, and he had no problem answering them.

Bucky has never experienced that type of reaction when he told people about his arm, you didn’t make him feel like a robot or that he didn’t belong you made him happy and Steve and Sam saw that, but of course, Sharon had to go and fuck that up. Bucky stays in his room and only leaves to get food and go to the gym and every time Sharon comes around, he leaves even if he’s in the middle of a conversation and everyone understands they even warn him when she’s about to arrive, so he’s not caught off guard, which Bucky rarely is. There was a soft knock at Bucky’s door “Hey, Buck we were gonna go get some food do you want to come?” No answer, Sam and Steve shared a look and continued on their way, Bucky knew where they were going and after the last time, he was at the diner it was probably best he didn’t go with them.

A short time has passed, and Steve and Sam are at the diner and of course, they are in your section, you walk over and exchange greetings, you’re at work you have to pretend you’re happy. “Y/N please talk to Bucky; he doesn’t leave his room and he feels bad about what Sharon said.” You sighed slightly and rolled your eyes a bit “Why doesn’t he contact his 74 other girlfriends” Sam chuckled and looked you dead in your face “There are no 74 other girlfriends, Bucky isn’t the type to do that, hell I’m surprised at how good he was with you. Bucky is a loner, he’s over 100 years old with no practice when it comes to women, trust us.” Sam’s eyes went from super serious to pleading “Why should I trust you guys, you’re his best friends you could be covering for him.” You crossed your arms over your chest and stared "You don't have to but think about it. Would we really be okay with that type of behavior?" You shrugged your shoulders "I don't know what men think, but I'll think about it. I have to get back to work can you guys stay a bit and give me a ride?" They both nodded and you went to continue your shift, you had plans to talk to Bucky about what was said you just didn't know what you were going to say, and you didn't know what he was going to say.

Finally, your shift was over, and you met up with the guys. "Okay, I'm ready to talk to him." The three of you walked over to Sam's car, Steve opened the front passenger door for you and shut it after you were comfortably in the car, he got in the back and Sam drove to the compound. A short drive later you're outside the compound you take a deep breath and follow them inside, Steve showed you to Bucky's door, and you take another deep breath and knock on the door. "Go away, Steve!" You could hear his voice cracked from the other side of the door which made your heart break in half "It's not, Steve." You heard rapid movement and the door opened to reveal a very tired and sad Bucky. Your heart is now shattered. You did this to him, you hurt him. Well, Sharon did but you felt somewhat to blame. "Hi, Bucky." He blinked a few times and just stared "Y/N..." You rubbed your arm "Can we talk?" He nodded and moved to the side so you can walk in.

His room was dark and a mess. You didn't know Bucky that well, but you knew he wasn't a messy person at all. You sat on the edge of his bed and watched him walk over and sit next to you "Listen Bucky, I am very sorry for ignoring you, that comment really messed me up I like you a lot and I know I shouldn't have let her get in my head but that was the first time we hung out and to hear that I didn't know who to believe, I've been hurt before." You fiddled with your fingers while you tried to figure out what to say next, he saw your hands and gently took them into his. "I have never felt like this in my life, you bring out the best in me even if we only hung out once, the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one for me, and you confirmed it when I showed you my arm most people look at me and treat me differently, you don't and I appreciate that so much I cannot lose you."

You looked over at Bucky and smiled softly "You're not going to lose me, I'm here." He brought your hands up and kissed both of them "By the way I don't have 74 other girlfriends, I'm really hoping to have 1 that is if you want to." You smiled again and nodded "Of course I would love to." He pulled you into a hug sighing with relief "You already make me so happy" You pulled back softly pecking his nose "Now, why don't we clean up this room and go downstairs and I make us some food" He smiled and nodded his head. You walked over to the windows opening the curtains to finally let some light in the room. After cleaning Bucky's room for about an hour, you both go downstairs and into the kitchen. “Alright, what do you want to eat?” Bucky sat at the island and watched you look around the kitchen “What can you make?” You leaned against the counter and started naming things you could make “Ooh chicken alfredo sounds good” You smiled and started getting all the ingredients out, you looked back at Bucky who was just admiring you “Wanna help?” He nodded excitedly and stood up to come help “Okay, so what do you need me to do?” You looked around for the easiest task you reached over and handed him a pot "Fill this up with some water, maybe about halfway maybe a little more." Bucky can't mess up filling a pot with water, can he? "Is this good enough?" You nodded and instructed him to put it on the stove.

While you were cutting up the chicken you figured the water would be boiling but nope, he never turned the stove on, you giggled to yourself and turned the stove on when he wasn't paying attention. The two of you laughed and cooked. Finally, you were done and ready to eat, you both sat down, and Bucky looked down at his plate in amazement "This looks amazing" The two of you sat there in silence, enjoying the wonderful meal that you two prepared together, when in walks Sharon. You look up in disgust as she walks into the kitchen "Hey, one of Bucky's girlfriends is here, do the others know not to come by?" You could feel your blood boiling again and just as you were about to speak, Bucky spoke up instead "What the fuck is your problem?" Sharon looked at Bucky shocked by what he said but she stood firm "I just want her to know how much of a player you are." You rolled your eyes and continued eating, it seemed like Bucky had this handled, so you sat back and watched. "Y/N is my one and only girlfriend, and it's about time you respect her and me and everyone else in this compound." At this point, Bucky is now standing and staring straight into Sharon's eyes.

Sharon takes a step closer to the island. "Do you really want to go there with me Bucky?" Bucky walked around the island and stood firmly in front of Sharon, now it was time for you to step in you walked up behind Bucky and gently grabbed his right arm "It's not worth it, baby." You felt Bucky's arm relax and he slowly turned his head to look at you "You're right, Doll. Let's go continue our dinner in the living room." Bucky picks up your plates and walks into the living room, he sets them down on the coffee table and stands there with his hands on his hips. "Actually, you know what I have one more thing to say then I'm done." He turned around to face Sharon and took a deep breath "Ever since Steve stopped fucking you, you've been the biggest bitch imaginable, but one thing you are absolutely not going to do is, disrespect Y/N. You don't even know her and honestly, I would love to keep it that way so pack your shit and get out." Both you and Sharon stood there shocked. You never expected Bucky to say anything like that, that was the moment you realized you found the one for you.

Main Masterlist - Bucky Barnes Masterlist - Part 1

A/N: I really hope you guys like it; I tried my best to make it good for you guys. feedback is definitely appreciated along with constructed criticism, please the more the better. Tell me how I can make it better for you guys to read. :)

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Picture not so perfect memory — Kimi Raikkonen x reader

Angst and Hurt

Word count 4k

I feel like this is missing something but oh well 😭🔪🔪

A couple of months ago

"I can't understand why you're having such a hard time opening up, Kimi," you said, feeling puzzled. Kimi scoffed and rolled his eyes in response. "I don't need to share everything with you, Y/n. Just drop it," he replied, taking a sip of his drink. “Please, don't tell me to drop it. It's obvious that something is bothering you, and I genuinely want to know what it is. Please, just tell me," y/n pleaded.

Kimi slammed his drink on the table and stood up facing y/n” You want to know what’s bothering me y/n? It’s you. You're the one who's bothering me and I don’t want to hear your voice anymore. I'm sick of you talking” Kimi yelled.

Y/n's eyes widened in horror as she gazed at Kimi. The words that had just escaped Kimi's lips left Y/n in disbelief. How could Kimi say something like that to her?

“Fine if you're so sick of my…” voice then I’ll leave,” Y/n said with tears streaming down her cheeks as she walked to their bedroom and began packing a bag. Kimi didn’t follow her, he just sat back down and continued to drink his drink.

As y/n walked away, tears streaming down her cheeks, Kimi sat silently, feeling guilty and remorseful for his words. He tried to ignore the emotions creeping in, taking another sip of his drink. The silence in the room was deafening, and he couldn't shake the heaviness in his heart.

After a few minutes, he got up and walked into the bedroom. He saw y/n packing her bags, her suitcase open on the bed, clothes stuffed in hastily. He leaned against the doorway, watching her silently. “I didn't mean it. Don't leave, please,” Kimi said softly.

Y/n froze, her hands pausing over the clothes in her hands. She turned to face Kimi, tears still streaming down her face.

“You said you're sick of me, sick of my voice,” y/n choked out, her voice tinged with anguish.

Kimi took a step closer, his gaze locked on y/n's.

“Y/n, ”he said, his voice a husky whisper. He cupped her face gently, wiping away her tears with his thumb. “I was afraid, I pushed you away. I'm sorry.”

Y/n hesitated, her heart conflicted. She wanted to believe his apology, but the memory of his cold words still stung. “I’m leaving and that’s final Kimi,” y/n said sniffling and pulling back away from him.

Kimi's face fell, his eyes pleading.

“Please, y/n. I need you,” he said, his voice trembling. He reached out for her hand, but y/n pulled away.

“You don't. You made it very clear that you’re sick of me,” she said, her voice choking. She turned back to her packing, determined to leave. Kimi watched her, his heart aching. He wanted to say more, to apologize, but the words felt inadequate. He stood there, feeling helpless as he watched her walk away. He knew he had hurt her deeply, and there was nothing he could say to undo it.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Kimi was miserable. He missed y/n, but he had been too stubborn to reach out to her. Every day, he thought about her, wondering if she was happy without him. One night, after a particularly tough race, Kimi sat alone in his hotel room, nursing a glass of Scotch. He couldn't stop thinking about what he had lost. He missed y/n's laughter, her smile, her soft, comforting touch. He realized then, how much he truly loved her.

In a moment of desperation, he picked up his phone and dialed y/n's number. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for her to answer. The phone rang once, twice, three times, and then it went to voicemail. He hung up, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over him. He took a deep breath and tried her number again, this time leaving a message. “Y/n, it's me. Please, please call me back. I need to talk to you. I miss you. I love you. Please.”

"Hey, sorry I missed your call, just leave a message after the beep"

"Hey, yeah, it's me, just been thinking about everything tonight

And I don't know, I just miss you so much

Give me a call back if you can?"

y/n's pov

Picture-perfect memories

Scattered all around the floor

Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore

Y/n's heart sank as she heard Kimi's voicemail. She clutched her phone tightly, her heart aching. How could he say he loved her now after he'd hurt her so deeply? Memories of their time together flooded her mind, the laughter, the joy, the love. And now it was all shattered. She couldn't deny that she still loved him, even now. The urge to call him back was strong, but y/n resisted. She needed time to heal, to understand why Kimi had pushed her away. Despite her anger and heartbreak, she couldn't stop thinking about him. His words, his touch, his smile. She missed him terribly. Instead, she continued sipping on her wine and looked at the pictures that now lay scattered across the floor.

As y/n looked at the pictures, tears welled up in her eyes. Each photo captured a moment of happiness, a memory of their love. She picked up the photos one by one, looking at their smiling faces. She remembered how her heart had fluttered when he first kissed her, how they had laughed together during long drives, how safe she had felt in his embrace. The weight of her grief became too much to bear. She let out a choked sob, covering her mouth with her hand. She missed Kimi, more than she cared to admit. Why had he hurt her so badly? Why hadn't he just talked to her instead of pushing her away?

For a moment, she considered giving in and calling him back, but then she shook her head firmly. She needed more time. She needed to heal, to figure out what she wanted. She couldn't let her heart make the decisions for her, not when it was so clouded with love and pain.

In separate rooms in separate homes, both Kimi and y/n wonder if they crossed each other’s minds. Kimi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The memory of y/n’s voice on her voicemail message replayed in his mind. The sound of her voice, which once brought him comfort, now only brought pain. He couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking of him if she missed him too. Y/n, on the other hand, was struggling with the same thoughts. She lay in her bed, her sheets rumpled from tossing and turning. She thought of the way Kimi's eyes crinkled when he smiled, the warmth of his hands, the sound of his laughter. Was he thinking about her, too? Her heart ached for him, despite everything.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me, it happens all the time

But both y/n and Kimi were too stubborn to reach out to each other again, at least not yet. They needed more time to process their feelings and to understand what they wanted. The silence between them was deafening, but under that silence, their hearts still yearned for each other. Time passed slowly for both Kimi and y/n, their days filled with longing and regret. They tried to keep themselves occupied, to distract themselves from the ache in their hearts, but nothing could fully dull the pain. They often thought about reaching out, picking up the phone, and calling each other, but fear held them back. They became experts at hiding their pain, putting on brave faces, and pretending everything was fine. Kimi threw himself into his racing, channeling his emotions into his performance. Y/n threw herself into her work, trying to drown out her thoughts with tasks and deadlines.

But no matter how hard they tried to bury their feelings, they couldn’t help the occasional glance at each other’s social media profiles. They saw the updates, the smiles, the life continuing without them. It was a bittersweet reminder of what they had once had and lost. As the months went by, the pain didn't fade, not really. It became bearable, yes, but it was still there, a constant presence in their lives. They wondered if they would ever truly move on if they would ever find love again, or if they were destined to be stuck in this limbo, forever longing for each other but unable to reach out.

Despite their efforts to keep their feelings hidden, Kimi's friends and family noticed the change in him. They saw the sadness in his eyes, the way he would drift off mid-conversation, lost in thought. They knew he was hurting, but he refused to talk about y/n, to acknowledge the void in his heart that she had left behind. Similarly, y/n's friends noticed her changed moods and silent moments. They knew something had happened, but y/n wouldn't open up either. She kept her pain locked inside, refusing to talk about the man who still held her heart captive. As they silently struggled, both y/n and Kimi wondered if they would ever find forgiveness within themselves, if they would ever be able to let go of the hurt and find a way back to each other. They missed each other immensely, but their pride and fear of being hurt again kept them from reaching out.

They continued living their lives, going through the motions, but deep down, they knew something was missing. They missed the comfort of each other's presence, the familiarity of their shared life. The memories haunted them, a bittersweet reminder of what once was and what could have been.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

Y/n sat alone in her living room, the loneliness of the night weighing heavily on her shoulders. It was one of those nights when the silence felt overwhelming and the absence of his presence was keenly felt. The clock struck a quarter past one, and her thoughts turned to Kimi, as they often did during these solitary hours. She had vowed not to call him, not to give in to the longing that consumed her soul. But tonight, the desire to hear his voice was too strong to resist. She picked up her phone, her fingers shaking slightly as she dialed his number. As the phone rang, she held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. With each ring, y/n felt a nervous anticipation. What if he didn't answer? Would he hang up as soon as he heard her voice? The dial tone seemed to stretch endlessly, and she almost regretted dialing his number. Just as she was about to hang up, she heard a click and a familiar voice answered.

"Hello?" Kimi's voice, gravelly and low, sent a shiver down y/n's spine. The sound of his voice was both a comfort and a torment, filling her with a bittersweet mix of relief and longing.

"Kimi," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't know what to say, or how to explain the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. All she knew was that she needed him, now more than ever.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and y/n wondered if he would hang up if he was as conflicted as she was. But then he spoke, his voice softer than before, tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"Y/n," he said, his breath catching. "I didn't expect you to call."

Y/n swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. She wanted to say so much, to apologize and explain, but all she could manage was a choked "I miss you."

Kimi sighed, and y/n could almost picture him running a hand through his hair, the way he did when he was frustrated or uncertain. His voice was husky when he responded, "I miss you too."

They both fell silent again, the weight of their longing and regret hanging heavily in the air. Y/n wanted to say more, to express the depth of her feelings, but she couldn't find the words. Kimi's breathing was the only sound on the line, a constant reminder that he was there, listening to her, feeling the same conflicted emotions. As the minutes ticked by, y/n's mind raced with questions. Would this phone call change anything? Would it bring them back together? Or would it just make

the pain worse? She didn't know, but she couldn't bring herself to end the call, not when just the sound of his breath made her heart ache with longing.

They talked for hours, their conversation a delicate dance, filled with unspoken apologies and unspoken confessions. They reminisced about the good times, the laughter, and the joy they had shared. They acknowledged the mistakes they had made, the hurts they had inflicted on each other. They skirted around the topic of reconciling, neither of them brave enough to broach the subject. But in the space between the words, they found a fragile peace, a glimpse of hope for a possible future.

Another shot of whiskey

Can't stop looking at the door

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

Kimi sat alone in his hotel room, nursing a glass of whiskey. He couldn't help but glance towards the door, expecting y/n to walk in any minute. The memories of her laughter, her smile, and her touch were like a bittersweet melody, playing on a loop in his mind. He knew he had messed up, that he had pushed her away with his cold, distant demeanor. But in the silence of the night, he realized how much he truly missed her. He missed the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her dreams. He missed the way she made him laugh, even when he didn't want to. The whiskey burned his throat as he downed it in one gulp, trying to drown out the ache in his heart. But the pain persisted, a constant reminder of what he had lost. He longed to reach out to y/n, to apologize and tell her how much he missed her. But his pride and fear held him back, creating a barrier between them.

The clock ticked on as he sat in his loneliness, each second feeling like an eternity. He longed for their shared laughter, the warmth of her touch, the intimacy of their whispered secrets. The absence of her presence felt like a gaping wound, raw and throbbing with pain.

"Hello?" Kimi's voice carried a hint of hope and trepidation as he picked up the phone, hoping it would be y/n on the other end.

"Hey," y/n's voice came through the phone, soft and hesitant. The sound of her voice sent a jolt of surprise through him, followed by a rush of conflicting emotions. He was happy she had called, relieved that she hadn't forgotten about him entirely. But he also felt a twinge of guilt, remembering how his distance had hurt her.

"Y/n," he said, his voice filled with longing. He wanted to say so many things, to apologize and beg for forgiveness. But the words caught in his throat, his pride holding him back. He didn't want to reveal too much, to show how deeply her absence had affected him. There was a pause as y/n seemed to struggle with her own emotions, unsure of how to start the conversation. The silence felt heavy, laden with unspoken apologies and unspoken forgiveness. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice wavering slightly.

"I don't know what to say," she admitted, her honesty piercing his heart. "I just... I miss you, Kimi. I know I shouldn't, after everything that happened. But I can't stop thinking about you."

Kimi's heart ached at her words, a mixture of guilt and hope flooding his soul. He reached for the right words, the ones that would convey the depth of his longing, but all he could manage was a shaky, "I miss you too."

Y/n sighed softly, the sound filled with both sadness and relief. They were both dancing around the truth, both afraid to address the real reason behind their longing. But the connection between them felt like a lifeline, pulling them closer despite the hurt they had caused each other. They talked for hours, their conversation a delicate dance between longing and caution. They spoke about their lives, their work, their friends, anything but the pain they had inflicted on each other. But in the spaces between the words, they communicated their regrets, their hopes, and their continued love for each other. They didn't discuss reconciling yet, but the possibility lingered in the air like a whispered prayer.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind For me, it happens all the time

As the night wore on, the phone call between Kimi and y/n slowly came to an end. They hung up, their hearts heavy with a mix of regret and longing. The days that followed were filled with a strange sort of emptiness as if something was missing from their lives.

Despite their attempts to move on, both Kimi and y/n found themselves thinking about each other constantly. The memories of their time together haunted them, whispering what-ifs and might-have-been.

They tried to distract themselves with work, socialization, and hobbies, yet the thoughts of each other would slip in when they were least expecting it. In the silence of their solitary moments, they wondered if they were going insane, caught in a loop of longing that seemed never-ending.

Nights were the hardest, as their minds replayed the moments they had shared, the laughter, the touch, the love. They yearned for that connection once again, but the fear of being hurt held them back. The lingering questions of what might have been gnawed at their hearts, refusing to let go. Despite the passage of time, the memories of their love stayed fresh, like a wound that refused to heal. They found themselves looking at old photographs, listening to songs that held hidden meanings, and visiting places that once held significance. The reminders of their shared past were everywhere, mocking them with what they had once had.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and still, Kimi and y/n remained apart. Their pride and stubbornness, combined with their fear of being hurt again, prevented them from reaching out to each other, even though their hearts yearned for reconciliation. The distance between them seemed insurmountable at times, the longing turning into a constant background hum in their lives.

They watched from afar, secretly following each other's social media updates. Kimi would see pictures of y/n living her life, smiling and happy, and a pang of jealousy would strike his heart. Y/n, too, would see photos of Kimi hanging out with friends, his laughter echoing through the images, and a pang of longing would fill her chest. They would hear stories through the grapevine, about the dates y/n was going on or the girls Kimi was spotted with. These updates would fill them with conflicting emotions - a mixture of jealousy, hurt, and even a flicker of hope that maybe they were both trying to move on.

But amidst the longing and the pain, there was a part of them that couldn't let go completely, a part that still held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, one day they would find their way back to each other. Until then, they remained in this limbo, caught between the past they yearned for and the future that felt uncertain and distant. They knew they were being stubborn and illogical, holding onto their pride at the expense of their happiness and potential for reconciliation. But the fear of heartache and the pain of the past kept them locked in a cycle of resistance. As the days passed by, the chances of reconciliation seemed to grow smaller with each ticking second.

Despite the emotional turmoil they found themselves in, life had to go on. They continued to live their lives, going through the motions, but always feeling a lingering emptiness that not even success could fill. It was as if a part of their hearts were waiting for the other piece to come back, making every moment bittersweet with the loss of a love they both dearly missed.

They tried to move on, date other people, and find new happiness, but the ghost of their relationship always haunted them. Every touch, every laugh with someone else was a cruel reminder of what they had lost and what they still desired.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

And I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

It was hard but eventually, they moved on. Time has this magical way of healing wounds and reshaping perspectives. After months of heartbreak and solitude, Kimi and y/n eventually managed to move on. The pain of their breakup gradually faded into a distant memory, replaced by a quiet acceptance of their separate paths. They found solace in their own lives, embracing new adventures, new love, and new beginnings.

Despite the distance and the passage of time, memories of their passionate love and heartfelt connection remain etched in their minds. They carried with them the lessons learned and the growth gained from their tumultuous relationship. Though no longer together, the impact they had on each other lived on, reminding them of the fleeting but powerful love they once shared.

As fate often has it, their lives occasionally crossed again, at shared events or casual encounters. The old feelings of longing and love would resurface, stirring a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and regret. However, with the wisdom gained from their past, they chose to keep a respectful distance, cherishing the brief moments while remaining steadfast on their separate paths.

The years passed, and they built their own families. Kimi found love again and started a family with a new partner. Y/n, too, found contentment with someone else, building a life filled with love and happiness. Though their hearts still held a tiny corner for each other, they finally found a sense of closure and acceptance, knowing that they had indeed moved on.

They occasionally caught glimpses of each other's lives, witnessing each other's growth and contentment from afar. A small part of them whispered what-ifs, but they knew that their paths had diverged, and their chapter had closed. They both cherished the memories they had created together, knowing that their love, although now history, would forever remain a beautiful and significant part of their lives.

They realized that love, in its essence, carried an inherent risk of pain and hurt. Their relationship reminded them that love was not just about the euphoric highs but also about the potential for painful lows. The beauty of their love lay not only in the happiness they had shared but also in the lessons they had learned from each other. Though their relationship ended in hurt, it served as a reminder of the delicate balance between love and pain, growth and sacrifice.

As they navigated their separate lives, they found strength in the knowledge that even in the depths of hurt, they had loved fiercely and deeply. Their relationship had left an indelible mark on their hearts, forever intertwining them in a shared history that shaped who they were and who they would become. Through it all, they held onto the belief that true love, whether it ended in triumph or tragedy, was always worth the risk.

I just need you now

Oh baby, I need you now

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Saw a fun little conversation on Threads but I don't have a Threads account, so I couldn't reply directly, but I sure can talk about it here!

I've been wanting to get into this for awhile, so here we go! First and foremost, I wanna say that "Emmaskies" here is really hitting the nail on the head despite having "no insider info". I don't want this post to be read as me shitting on trad pub editors or authors because that is fundamentally not what's happening.

Second, I want to say that this reply from Aaron Aceves is also spot on:

There are a lot of reviewers who think "I didn't enjoy this" means "no one edited this because if someone edited it, they would have made it something I like". As I talk about nonstop on this account, that is not a legitimate critique. However, as Aaron also mentions, rushed books are a thing that also happens.

As an author with 2 trad pub novels and 2 trad pub anthologies (all with HarperCollins, the 2nd largest trad publisher in the country), let me tell you that if you think books seem less edited lately, you are not making that up! It's true! Obviously, there are still a sizeable number of books that are being edited well, but something I was talking about before is that you can't really know that from picking it up. Unlike where you can generally tell an indie book will be poorly edited if the cover art is unprofessional or there are typoes all over the cover copy, trad is broken up into different departments, so even if editorial was too overworked to get a decent edit letter churned out, that doesn't mean marketing will be weak.

One person said that some publishers put more money into marketing than editorial and that's why this is happening, but I fundamentally disagree because many of these books that are getting rushed out are not getting a whole lot by way of marketing either! And I will say that I think most authors are afraid to admit if their book was rushed out or poorly edited because they don't want to sabotage their books, but guess what? I'm fucking shameless. Café Con Lychee was a rush job! That book was poorly edited! And it shows! Where Meet Cute Diary got 3 drafts from me and my beta readers, another 2 drafts with me and my agent, and then another 2 drafts with me and my editor, Café Con Lychee got a *single* concrete edit round with my editor after I turned in what was essentially a first draft. I had *three weeks* to rewrite the book before we went to copy edits. And the thing is, this wasn't my fault. I knew the book needed more work, but I wasn't allowed more time with it. My editor was so overworked, she was emailing me my edit letter at 1am. The publisher didn't care if the book was good, and then they were upset that its sales weren't as high at MCD's, but bffr. A book that doesn't live up to its potential is not going to sell at the same rate as one that does!

And this may sound like a fluke, but it's not. I'm not naming names because this is a deeply personal thing to share, but I have heard from *many* authors who were not happy with their second books. Not because they didn't love the story but because they felt so rushed either with their initial drafts or their edits that they didn't feel like it lived up to their potential. I also know of authors who demanded extra time because they knew their books weren't there yet only to face big backlash from their publisher or agent.

I literally cannot stress to you enough that publisher's *do not give a fuck* about how good their products are. If they can trick you into buying a poorly edited book with an AI cover that they undercut the author for, that is *better* than wasting time and money paying authors and editors to put together a quality product. And that's before we get into the blatant abuse that happens at these publishers and why there have been mass exoduses from Big 5 publishers lately.

There's also a problem where publishers do not value their experienced staff. They're laying off so many skilled, dedicated, long-term committed editors like their work never meant anything. And as someone who did freelance sensitivity reading for the Big 5, I can tell you that the way they treat freelancers is *also* abysmal. I was almost always given half the time I asked for and paid at less than *half* of my general going rate. Authors publishing out of their own pockets could afford my rate, but apparently multi-billion dollar corporations couldn't. Copy edits and proofreads are often handled by freelancers, meaning these are people who aren't familiar with the author's voice and often give feedback that doesn't account for that, plus they're not people who are gonna be as invested in the book, even before the bad payment and ridiculous timelines.

So, anyway, 1. go easy on authors and editors when you can. Most of us have 0 say in being in this position and authors who are in breech of their contract by refusing to turn in a book on time can face major legal and financial ramifications. 2. Know that this isn't in your head. If you disagree with the choices a book makes, that's probably just a disagreement, but if you feel like it had so much potential but just *didn't reach it*, that's likely because the author didn't have time to revise it or the editor didn't have time to give the sort of thorough edits it needed. 3. READ INDIE!!! Find the indie authors putting in the work the Big 5's won't do and support them! Stop counting on exploitative mega-corporations to do work they have no intention of doing.

Finally, to all my readers who read Café Con Lychee and loved it, thank you. I love y'all, and I appreciate y'all, and I really wish I'd been given the chance to give y'all the book you deserved. I hope I can make it up to you in 2025.

#publishing #writing #author #trad pub #traditional publishing #café con lychee #books

[holymusicalmothman]

Happy Birthday, Pretty Girl

Spencer Agnew x Hecox!Reader

Word Count: 2.6 (good lord, that’s a lot for me)

TWs: Five year age gap, female reader, I gave reader my own bday cause why not it’s my bday today, reader is under 5’5”, coworker relationship (idk man like I said in my lil sneak peek, I was stoned for most of writing this),

Main Masterlist

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Friday Night -INT: Buca di Beppo

Birthdays are important. It’s a day to gather with loved ones and celebrate. Or just be glad you made it another year.

You loved any chance to spend with your friends. Granted, you worked with most, if not all, of your friends. And your job was fun. But still! It was always made you happy to get together outside of work.

And what a get together it was. Your brother, Ian, had helped you with getting as many of your coworkers as possible to meet up at Buca after work on the Friday before your actual birthday.

You were sandwiched into a seat between Angela and Chanse at the moment, taking a selfie with your birthday buddy. Your birthday and Chanse’s were only a few days apart and you had no problem sharing the spotlight.

Angela smacked you in the arm suddenly. “He’s here.”

You and Chanse looked at her. Her stare only grew more insistent. As if she was implying something that should have been obvious.

“He’s here.” She repeated.

“Girl, who’s here?” Chanse questioned.

Angela threw a quick glance over her shoulder before leaning closer and lowering her voice. “Spencer.”

You glanced from your friend to the aforementioned man as he approached the table. Only to whip your head back around to Chanse as you heard a gasp leave him.

“You told Angela but you didn’t tell me?” Faux offence was written all over his face.

“No. I told Tommy, who accidentally told Ang.” You jerked your head towards Tommy, who had sat across from the three of you with a glass of wine while you had been distracted by Spencer.

“And you didn’t even mean to tell me.” Tommy admitted. “It just slipped out behind the scenes during Smosh Under the Influence.

The moment flashed quickly through your head as you felt Angela stand suddenly. You gave her another curious look as she moved to the other side of Chanse.

She leaned across him to quietly whisper at you, “This way he sits by you.”

“Oh my god.” Chanse muttered.

Your felt your cheeks and ears grow warm as the recently vacated chair next to you was soon occupied by none other than Spencer Agnew.

You and Spencer had known each other for years. You were 20 to his 25 when you met, you having not officially joined your brother’s Youtube Channel until then. You had bonded with him over a shared love of video games, Morrowind being a shared favorite.

You were friends. Close friends. But you, just like you had said in your drunken confession to Tommy, had fallen hard.

It wasn’t weird for you to hang out with Spencer. You’d carpooled with him to various off site filming locations (granted there was other people in the car but still! It counted!), you also often escaped to the editors hub to hide when you were tired or you’d have Sunday afternoons spent over discord with a shared cozy game of Minecraft.

But oh how you wanted more.

Heck, you had seen the fan edits of you and him online. There were several Reddit threads that were trying to figure out if you both were pulling a Shayne and Courtney. The fans’ reaction to the idea was about 80% positive. There will always be someone who doesn’t approve. But the overall reaction had you hoping that maybe one day there would be something.

“Hey there, birthday girl.” Spencer gave you that smile of his and you felt yourself smiling back before you even thought about it.

“Hi, Spence. Glad you could come.”

“I wasn’t gonna miss your Birthday Dinner,” he said, deep blue eyes looking directly into yours. “In fact, I was wondering…”

He trailed off sounding nervous and you felt Tommy gently press the outside of his foot to the outside of your own as well as a Chanse grab your (shirt/dress) from your right as they both pretended to listen to something Amanda was saying. Both unseen gestures, but you knew they were listening to your conversation and you were grateful for their support and excitement.

Unfortunately. Ian happened. Your wonderful, kind, not at all going to be strangled later brother.

“Hey, do you wanna do gifts while we’re waiting for our meals or after?” He had walked over and leaned right between the two of you, forcing you to break eye contact.

Tommy sighed and threw back the rest of his wine and Chanse groaned. The moment was gone. Whatever feeling had been lingering in the air had evaporated.

“After, Ian.” Was all you said. As he retreated, he glanced between you and Spencer and you could almost see the lightbulb go off as he figured it out.

Conversation continued. You spent the rest of the night with your friends, making sure to talk with everyone, but always drifting back to Spencer’s side. You had caught a thumbs up from Anthony at one point and you rolled your eyes. Of course Ian had told him.

It was almost 11 pm and most of the Smosh family was filtering out into the parking lot. You were still inside, making sure nothing was left behind and were just about to turn to leave when someone caught you by the hand.

It felt like a movie scene in your mind as you turned back to Spencer.

“Hi.” Your voice sounded soft in your ears and there was a twinkle in his eyes.

He didn’t release your hand as you turned to face him fully, taking a step closer.

He looked down at your conjoined limbs. “I was wondering…”

“Yes?” You took another step, choosing to make a bold move and lace your fingers through with his.

A moment passed.

“Your birthday. Not today, the actual day. Can I take you out to dinner?” He said quietly, a nervous energy running through him as he continued to stare at your hands.

He finally looked back up at you. “As a date.”

The air left your lungs and your smile turned into a full blown grin.

“Yes! Yes, absolutely!”

The nervous undertone vanished and a grin took its place. “I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Yes, I’d love that.” Your heart was through the roof with excitement.

“Cool.” He said trying to sound cool, but the excited grin gave him away. “Can I walk you to your car?”

A light giggle left your lips. “I came with Ian, but yes.”

As you walked out of the restaurant, you kept Spencer’s hand in yours, the warmth in your cheeks cooling as the outside air greeted you.

You spotted Ian leaning up against his car talking to Anthony and you headed over. Spencer released your hand as you reached the car.

Ian turned from Anthony, both of them saying bye to each other, not having noticed the two of you until then. Anthony gave you and Spencer a wave before leaving.

“Ready?” Ian asked. You nodded and he hopped in the car.

“I’ll see you soon, Spence.” In a bold move, you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before getting into the car, too.

When you peeked at his receding figure in the rear view, him cheeks were red and he had a giddy grin. He shook his head, looking at the car driving away before he headed to his own.

***

Friday Night INT: Hecox Sibling Home

As soon as you were home you took off for your room. Ian had barely taken the keys from the ignition and you were gone.

You were usually pretty grateful for the fact you shared the house with your brother. Added a sense of safety, saved money, and it definitely helped that you both worked at Smosh.

But in that moment as you shut your bedroom door and whipped out your phone all you wanted to do was scream.

There was a new group chat that was formed. Chanse, Tommy, and Angela were in it and Tommy had simply said, “Well?” Angela and Chanse had each sent a “👀”.

A laugh escaped you as you went through your nightly routine and got in bed. Chanse had added “Storytime miss maam.”

You: He asked me out.

Angela: TEV BUCKS TOMMY.

Angela: *ten

Tommy: 😳😳🫡🫡

Chanse: Andddd?!??

You laughed to yourself again as you quickly relayed the details to your friends.

You heard a knock and Ian stuck his head in. “Got a sec?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You said, sitting up as he took a seat in your desk chair.

“You okay? You vanished as soon as we got home, I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” He confessed.

You smiled. You had such a great older brother. Granted, he was definitely still a brother. But he looked out for you and you appreciated it.

“It was honestly the best night, Ian. Thank you for helping me round up everyone.”

“Of course. I know you just had a whole dinner, but do you want to do something on your actual birthday? Just the coolest Smosh siblings?”

“We’re the only Smosh siblings,” you laughed. “And I’m ok. I actually have a date that night.” The last part was admitted a little more softly than the rest.

Ian’s eyebrows shot up. “Who is it? Is it Spencer?”

While you were sorta surprised that he got it on the first guess, it made telling Ian that you have a date with a coworker less nauseating. You nodded at his question.

Leaning back in the chair, Ian continued, “You’ve liked him for a while, huh?”

You nodded again, a slight smile on your face.

Ian looked as if he were in deep thought for a moment before nodding. “That’ll be good. He’s a good guy.” He stood and stretched, ready to head off to bed. “Night, dude. I’m proud of you.”

“Night, Ian.”

Monday, Almost 7 pm -INT Hecox Sibling Home

“Ian! He’s gonna be here any minute!” You said as your brother had you cornered in the kitchen.

“Exactly! You’re gonna stay in here and I’ll get the door.”

You rolled your eyes. Were all older brothers like Ian? Both oblivious and caring and annoying all in the same go.

After a few more moments, there was a knock at the door and Ian was dust in the wind. All you could do was shake your head and follow after him.

Ian had a giant smirk on his face as he leaned against the wall by the door.

“You can answer it yourself, I know you want to. Have a good night. Shoot me a text if you’ll be home after 11, that way I don’t think you’re a robber.” And with that, he left you alone at the front door.

You took a deep breath before pulling it open.

Spencer had spiffied up just for you, you could tell. The jeans were dark and paired with a well-fitted button down that brought out the blue in his eyes.

A single red rose was held in his hand, which he offered to you.

“You look incredible.” He said softly.

Your face warmed. “You too.” You reached out for the rose, your fingers brushing against his as you accepted the flower. “Thank you.”

The tips of his ears turned red as he glanced away smiling. He offered you his arm. “May I?”

You laughed. “You may.”

The playful energy carried into Spencer’s car, the conversation casual and light.

“Am I allowed to know where we’re going?” You asked him.

He smiled. “I hope you won’t mind me taking you to two different stops? I have something planned.”

“I trust you.”

If possible, his smile seemed to get bigger and as he drove, he offered his upturned palm to you in a silent invitation.

You couldn’t even imagine refusing.

Spencer parked in front of a small pizza joint and looked at you. “Stop Number One.”

It was a simple, serve-by-the-slice kind of place. But it smelled better than any chain pizza shop you’d ever been in.

“I take it you’re about to tell me that this is the best pizza you’ve ever had?” You asked him as the two of you got in line to order.

“Yup.” Spencer drew the word out so that the ‘p’ made a pop sound. “And this is gonna sound basic, but their pepperoni pizza is my favorite.”

“I think I’ll take your reccommendation then.”

You both stepped to the counter and Spencer ordered. As you reached for your purse, intending for paying half at the very least, he gently stopped your arm by snagging your hand and quickly paying.

“Nice try, pretty girl. You’re not paying for a thing.”

Your face heated for what felt like the millionth time that night. You wondered briefly how someone could sound so casual and confident but their hands felt so clammy. But you knew that you were in the same boat.

As the two of you found a seat with your food, you told him the joke you had found online the other day.

“Hey, did you hear the weather forecast in Tamriel this week?”

“No, what is it?” There was that smile again.

“Today, rain. Tomorrow, wind.” You finished off your lame joke and anxiously took a bite of your pizza (it was really good).

“What do you call a khajiit that has lycanthropy?” Spencer fired back, taking a bite of his own pizza.

“I dunno, what?”

“An Elsweyrwolf,”

You both laughed. It was easy to be around Spencer. Yes, you were nervous as all get out, but it was a first date and he was probably feeling the same. But as the two of you sat and chatted over your pizza slices, you realized just how easy it really was.

Eventually it was time for Stop Number Two.

A Retro Arcade.

Spencer bought the two of you passes to play and you both roamed the 80s and 90s arcade games.

“Play Galaga with me?” You asked.

“Game on, birthday girl.”

***

Friday, almost 11 pm EXT Hecox Sibling House

Spencer pulled up to the curb and parked.

“Can I walk you to your door?” The tender tone was back.

You nodded and the both of you walked in comfortable silence to the front door.

“I had a great time tonight, Spence. Best birthday ever. Thank you.” You said to him.

“I also had a fantastic time tonight and wouldn’t be opposed to having many more of them, if you’d like?” His dark blue twinkled with hope.

“Are you saying you want to keep going on dates with me?” Your voice grew soft, almost a whisper but not quite.

“Amongst other things,” He stepped closer.

“What kind of things?” Your eyes flickered down to his lips and then back up.

“Well, I want to call you my girlfriend, but I don’t want you to think we’re moving too fast.” He paused, your noses brushing gently as you slowly gravitated towards each other.

“You can call me that.” Now you were whispering.

He grinned and let out a quick huff of air, almost a happy laugh. “I also really wanna kiss you.”

“Okay.”

His hands reached instantly to cup your face and pull you that final inch to him. It was tender and sweet and you had faint memories of dreaming of storybook kisses as a child. This was one of those fairytale sort of kisses. The first kiss that everyone wants. When you parted, you didn’t go far, choosing instead to press your face into his shoulder and laugh breathlessly as he wrapped his arms around you.

You both stood in that cozy, comfortable silence for a moment.

“I was serious.” Spencer said. “I want to call you my girlfriend.”

“And I was serious too. I want you to call me that. I’d like to call you my boyfriend. It doesn’t feel too fast, Spence. If anything it sort of feels like it should have happened forever ago. It feels right.”

His arms tightened and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m gonna let you head inside, I’ll see you first thing in the morning, yeah?”

“Bright and early.” You smiled at him, making your way inside. “Night, Spence.”

“Happy Birthday, pretty girl.”

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh #smosh x reader #thismothwrites

[kamii-2]

can i req a angst? kk arnold x reader. reader was having a tiring and stressful day! so she was angry, very angry and bored. kk tried to approach her to annoy her a bit (as always) just jokingly, but reader unintentionally ends taking out everything in kk, she yelled at her, cursed... and kk becomes sad 🥺🥺

hi anon,i hope you enjoy the story!

warning(s): cussing, angst

genre: angst & fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x reader

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today was one of those days where everyone was making you mad. you woke up mad and as the day went on you got more mad, nobody really talked to you today and you were glad. after all of your classes you went to your apartment, kk was already there waiting on you. when you walked in you put everything up then went to sit on the couch. “hey baby.” kk said as she walks out from your room, sitting next to you, you muttered a hi back and started to work on homework and other things on your computer.

kk started to poke you over and over again even if you said what, and you were starting to get mad and should’ve said stop but you weren’t thinking straight and instead of saying stop you yelled at her. “kk stop, i’m not in the fucking mood, leave me the hell alone for once!” yoi realized what you said and immediately shut the laptop and set it down on the coffee table, “kk i’m so sorry.” you said as kk moved to the other side of the couch, visibly upset. “please kk im sorry, i didn’t mean to yell at you.” kk kept ignoring you. “kk.” you said as she got up and put her shoes on and walked out of your apartment.

the moment kk left you started to write a paragraph to her about how sorry you were and you told her the reason you yelled at her in the first place. she replied fast and it was not what you were expecting at all

“why are you texting me? i thought you wanted me to leave you alone for once” reading the text made your heart break and you started crying so hard. you had no response to the message so you left her on read and went to bed, the sweetest and happiest person you know is now mad at you and won’t speak to you. the only person who can cheer you up no matter what was now the reason you’re crying. you were thinking of all of the things she might do, will she break up with you? will she stop talking to you? you weren’t sure and you didn’t want to find out.

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it had been a week since you accidentally yelled at kk and she left your apartment. you guys haven’t talked since, she’s been ignoring you, you didn’t know what to do. even though kk has every right to be mad, you mad at her for being mad. you were mad that she wouldn’t hear you out and listen to what you had to say. you were getting sick and tired of her ignoring you over an accident.

you were so sick of it you literally went to her dorm. you knew she most likely wouldn’t answer because it’s her shared dorm with her team, but you didn’t care. it was 7:12 pm and you were at her dorm, knocking and waiting for someone to answer. after a few minutes her teammate caroline answered, “kk doesn’t want to speak.” she said while attempting the shut the door. you slide in as she was shutting the door, getting smashed but still getting in, “i don’t care.” you replied and you ran to kk’s room before someone could grab you.

when you walked in kk was in her bed, looking sad while scrolling on her phone. she looked up and seemed happy before immediately looking mad, “how did you get in?” she asked rudely, “doesn’t matter, anyway i came here to apologize for everything. i said the things i did brii was in a really bad mood, which doesn’t excuse my behavior, but still im really sporty and ill do anything to make you forgive me. im really sorry.” you quickly but sincerely apologized. kk just stared at you for a second before getting up and hugging you, “im sorry to over reacting and not talking to you for a week but what you said really hurt me.” she whispered into your neck, still hugging you.

you weren’t sure how but this simple hug felt like it fixed everything. she hugged you so tight, not loosening her grip once. everything felt like normal, it wasn’t awkward and silent like how it had been for the past week. this hug was everything but awkward, it may have been silent but it wasn’t a bad one, a comforting one.

you two stood there hugging for a while, you were surprised nobody walked in or tried to. when your long hug ended, kk led you to the bed and showered you with kisses and praises. “i love you so much, i never want to lose you.” she smiled and she continued to kiss all over your face, you giggled and wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her closer into you. everything was back to normal.

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so sorry this took 4 million years to get out but i really hope you liked it, i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

#uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #kk arnold #kk arnold x reader #wlw post #wlw #angst #fluff #angst with a happy ending

[lovesuhng]

favorite place

w.c: 1.2 fluff, friends to lovers

You were on the bus on your way to the university. You had studied all night for a very important exam you were about to take. The journey was long; you managed to doze off at times, but you were startled by the bus's movements and ended up waking up.

Arriving at the university, you thought about looking for Johnny, your best friend, but since you were late, you preferred to go directly to the classroom. The exam was about to start, and the professor asked everyone to turn off and put away their cell phones. You were about to do what was asked when you saw a message from Johnny.

"I know you're nervous, but try not to be too much! You did your best studying and, regardless of the result, don't be sad. Good luck :)"

You smiled and felt a warm feeling in your heart as you read the message. It was amazing how he could calm you in any situation, and that was one of the reasons you were even more in love with him. Yes, you had fallen into the cliché of falling in love with your best friend. You composed yourself to take the exam.

After leaving the exam, you were in the university courtyard, upset because the test hadn't gone so well, when you saw Johnny walking towards you. It was incredible how handsome he was. You just gave him a weak smile.

"Looks like the exam didn't go so well."

"My face says it all, doesn't it?" You couldn't hide very well when you were upset about something.

"A little bit." You gave an awkward laugh and at that moment, Johnny had an idea. He couldn't let his best friend be so sad. "Follow me."

"What? Don't you have more classes today?"

"I only have one more, but I won't leave you like this. I'm going to take you to a place I really like."

Some time later, you were already in Johnny's car. He hadn't told you where you were going, but he was the person you trusted the most and you were happy that your friend was doing something to distract you.

You could already see the beach and just turned to Johnny, who was smiling. "I told you I'd take you to a place I really like."

As you got out of the car, Johnny was already running across the sand with his arms open. As soon as you saw him running, you pulled out your phone and started recording some videos of him and then took a few photos. Noticing this, Johnny started posing for the photos, making you laugh sincerely. It was amazing how he had this power to make you happier without even realizing it.

After a while, Johnny helped you climb the rocks on the beach. It was a perfect place to watch the sun beginning to set.

"This is amazing!" you said, marveling at the scenery in front of you.

"Yeah. I always wanted to bring you here, but I think this is the right time. This is the place I come to when I want to think, cheer up or just do nothing. This place calms me down." You gave a small smile, happy that Johnny was sharing that with you. "Don't you have a place that calms you?"

You made a thoughtful face. You were still looking at the setting sun and just responded with what came to your mind. "Well, I don't have a place. The only thing that really calms me down is you." Johnny wasn't expecting that answer; he just looked at you, who were still gazing at the horizon. "You always find a way to make me smile or feel comfortable. It seems like you always know when I'm a bit messed up and say something that makes my day a thousand times better. Sometimes, you don't even need to say or do anything; just your eyes bring me an inexplicable peace. They are my favorite thing in the world." After a shy laugh, you looked to the side. You didn't imagine Johnny would be looking at you so intently and so closely. He took off his sunglasses to look into your eyes, reminding you how much you were in love with them and the man in front of you. In all those years of friendship, Johnny had never heard such beautiful things and that only confirmed what he had felt for a long time. You were about to look away and try to change the subject when you felt Johnny's lips on yours. It was a quick peck but enough for both of you to feel a pleasant warmth in your hearts.

Johnny pulled away to look at you and saw that you were still looking at him without showing any reaction. I shouldn't have done that! She will hate me. That was all he thought.

"I shouldn't have done that! It's just that... I don't know, I'm sorry-" This time, Johnny was the one surprised by your lips. And it wasn't a simple peck; it was a kiss full of complicity and with the feeling that it should have happened a long time ago. Everything fit and made sense for both of you, who were surprised by the chemistry you had.

The kiss ended, you still kept your eyes closed and your forehead touching Johnny's. You were afraid to open your eyes and find that it was all a dream and just said "Please, don't apologize or regret what just happened."

Johnny pulled away a little and your heart tightened for a second. "Please, look at me." Even with fear, you opened your eyes and saw Johnny smiling. He caressed your cheek. "How could I regret something I liked and wanted to do for so long?"

Night had fallen and you were already in the car heading home. You were looking out the window when you felt Johnny hold and caress your hand while driving. You smiled, which Johnny noticed, making him even happier. Finally, you arrived at the building where you lived. You didn't really know what to do or how to say goodbye. "Thank you for today. It was wonderful."

"It was the least I could do."

"So... I better go inside. Bye, John." When you made a move to get out of the car, Johnny held your hand and gave you a confused look.

"After everything that happened today, do you think you're just going to leave like that?"

You just smiled, understanding what he meant and simply joined your lips to his. As you kissed, Johnny smiled. He could swear he would burst with happiness for kissing the woman he loved so much. The air began to run out and you both separated.

"Will we get used to this?" you commented.

"Well... if you like me as much as I like you, I'm sure we will. But I think I need another kiss to confirm that."

You laughed, throwing your head back at what he had just said. "Here's the deal: let's go to my apartment, order something to eat, and if you finally agree to watch High School Musical with me, then I'll think about whether you deserve another kiss... maybe two or even three."

"High School Musical? I think I can make that effort for you." Johnny stole a quick kiss from you and got out of the car, leaving you with a goofy smile on your face and thinking about how happy you were to finally discover that your first love was reciprocated.

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[honeygrahambitch]

"One day you will have to tell me how your adversity towards lamb meat has commenced." Hannibal said as he watched Will washing the dishes. He grabbed a towel to dry them.

"We had this lamb." The response came unexpectedly. Hannibal believed Will would just make a snarky remark and change the subject, just like he always did when it came to things that were actually deeply rooted. "When I was a kid, I mean. I named him Popcorn."

Hannibal realized the story wouldn't have a happy ending. "Because of what he looked like or did he actually have a preference for popcorn?"

"Both." Will said and even though Hannibal could not see his expression, he could tell there was a bittersweet smile on his lips. "His mother died soon after he was born. And we became very attached to each other. My mom was very much alive but it's not like it made a difference."

Hannibal felt a note of resentment in Will's tone.

"So you and Popcorn were both lonely. You had that in common."

"Indeed. I learnt to sneak him into my bedroom. He even learnt to be quiet when we were inside. He was quite smart now that I think about it." Will took a break for a few seconds and Hannibal noticed the way his fingers tightened their grip on the dish he was holding, his knuckles turning white. "My dad would often get drunk. I learned that hiding into the barn through the sheep was my only escape."

Hannibal frowned at the image of a young Will have to run away from a drunk violent father. He put down the dish he was drying and opened one of the kitchen cabinets. He grabbed a whiskey bottle and two glasses.

"Your mother was distant and your dad was violent."

"My relationship with my dad improved after my mother left one day. He was more sober. Anyway, doctor, this is not about my relationship with my parents, as much as you would love to hear that." Will said and imagined the way Hannibal was smiling, guilty in charge behind him.

"I love to listen to everything you say, Will. I am not only hearing." Hannibal said. "And then?"

"And then what? Ah, right." Will said and cleared his throat. "Popcorn grew at some point so sneaking him indoors became impossible. His horns were showing and he learnt that he could try them on me. Got a lot of bruises cause I never saw him coming."

"Sounds like you ruined a lot of trousers."

"Oh, trust me, I did. I got into a lot of trouble because of that." Will replied and remembered how many times he had tried to make up excuses about why his pants were so messed up. They were poor, but for as kid it didn't make sense why his parents would get so angry.

"One day I came from school and I wanted to go see Popcorn, just like I usually did. It was raining so my dad insisted that I get inside and see Popcorn after dinner."

Hannibal listened in silence as he felt like the story was approaching its end. "We had dinner and then I sneaked out to go look for Popcorn. And I couldn't find him anywhere. So I asked my dad."

"No." Hannibal heard himself whisper.

Will let out a deep sigh.

"He wasn't sober. He laughed and told me that Popcorn was in my stomach by now."

"Oh, dearest."

"So to answer your question, that is why I don't eat lamb. And to answer your unasked question, yes, I would like a glass of whiskey."

When Hannibal said nothing, Will turned to face him. He hadn't moved an inch since Will had finished his story.

"Are you okay?"

"I imagined this would be the way it would end." Hannibal said. "I am sorry you had to go through all of that. Can I ask you something."

"Yeah?"

"Why did you decide to tell me now about it? You always brush it off."

"I just felt like sharing it. And I knew you wouldn't find it stupid."

"Darling, of course not." Hannibal said as he welcomed Will into his arms. "And it also answers my other curiosity."

"Which is that?" Will said as he buried himself into Hannibal's shoulder.

"I now understand why you don't eat popcorn either."

"Did you make a list of everything I don't eat?"

"Mentally, yes. I pay lots of attention to your preferences."

"I am not even surprised."

#i feel like putting a trigger warning #cause this gets pretty sad at some point #hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series #hannibal fanfiction

[bucked-it-up]

BuckTommy Fluff & Angst 764 words

Buck got home in the late evening, tired after a long shift of back-to-back calls with seemingly no break. He was dead on his feet, ready to maybe eat and then get straight into bed. His mind was spinning, thinking about anything and everything that he could stress about, no matter how small. Did he say something wrong to a patient? Maybe the facial expression from another firefighter meant he had done wrong? So many trivial things that he couldn't quiet.

As he stepped through the door fiddling with his keys, he realised that someone else was in the loft. He could smell food, hear movement. He looked up and saw Tommy in the kitchen, humming to himself, moving around to different pots on the stove. He looked happy. Comfy. Like he belonged.

"Evan!" Buck was startled out of his daze. "Come sit, dinner will be soon."

Buck finished taking his coat off and put his bag aside. Walking over to the table he still had thoughts spiralling through his head but maybe they were quieter. He pulled out a chair and sat down. Tommy had already laid the table and Buck was just sort of staring at it. So often he had cooked for someone else to come home, he had set the table, greeted them. It was odd to be on the other side. Why had he never been on this side? Was it something he had done? What was different now that allowed this?

His thought process was interrupted with a plate being put down in front of him and a soft "Evan?"

He looked up and saw Tommy's face painted in concern, he could see all the layers to it. Nerves. Sadness. Anger. Disappointment? Why was there disappointment? What had he done? Before he could spiral again, he felt a hand on his arm, he felt like he had been pulled back into the present.

"Evan, I'm worried." There was that concern again. "You've barely said anything, since you came in. What's going on?"

Buck could feel his heartbeat faster, his chest gets tighter, breathing felt like a chore. His words didn't want to come out. What if he ruined this? What if telling Tommy scared him away? What- Oh.

Arms had wrapped around him, his face pressed into something warm. "You don’t have to say anything now, Evan but I am here. I am not going anywhere."

Buck felt a release. It was like everything that had happened that and before came crashing through him, fighting to find a way out. The way that it found was tears, tears that never felt like they would end. Tears that also felt freeing. He felt like his mind was pushing itself through the fog, away from the spiral down.

He pulled back away from Tommy, looking at his face wanting to see what he would fine. Maybe a part of it was the spiral looming wanting to reach out, call to him, bring him back into its slippery slope. All Buck could see was Love, made with layers of concern, nerves, sadness, anger, disappointment.

"Today was hard." He finally got out. It was small and quiet but also so loud. It felt so powerful to admit that. It was another step away from the panicked questions, from the alluring spiral. "I'm so grateful for you."

Tommy's face softened; his arms moved so that one was on Buck's face. He leaned down and caught Buck's lips in a soft kiss. "Let's eat, you need it."

Tommy moved from where he was crouching at Bucks chair, to opposite him and sat. Buck lifted his fork, filled with food, to his mouth and when he had a taste all he could think was how it felt like home. Like warmth. Like comfort.

Buck and Tommy while a rocky start to the evening were able to then have a peaceful time. They ate food, watched TV pressed against each other, sharing kisses and love. They made it to bed, under the covers, skin against skin.

"Today was hard." Buck began, loud in the quietness. "I couldn't rest, all I could think were these questions that kept making me second guess everything. I couldn't stop. It felt relentless."

Tommy brought an arm over Buck's waist, pressing small kisses against Buck's neck and shoulders. "But you helped. You helped me step away, helped me stop. I love you."

There was another small kiss to his neck before Tommy replied, "I love you too, Evan. Anytime, I will be here for you anytime. Like you are for me."

#brain decided to project my anxiety onto buck #hope you like #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #911 abc #winnie rambles

[orangecarton]

Nordic Bunny x Reader pt4 W.I.P.

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Two weeks.

Two whole weeks had passed.

To be fair your stay in space with the megalomaniac guitar hadn't been that bad. You had food, water, company, and you were spoiled rotten. Every 5 minutes you were practically showered in presents. Mostly Nordic Bunny merch (how the hell he was able to make marketable plushies of himself was beyond your understanding), but he also gave you little trinkets that came from Earth (you also had no idea how he got these).

You had made up a nice routine for yourself as well. After Nordic gave you a phone, which you had figured out was an outdated Iphone, you were able to tell the time and set a nice schedule for yourself. For being such an energetic guy, Nordic Bunny slept in till noon. You had also learned very quickly not to go into his room before he had loudly announced that he was awake, after an incident where you caught him having a tea party with a bright pink stuffed rabbit. That day you had vowed yourself to secrecy and to just wait for Nordic to get out of his room to start the day.

Before noon came along you usually just wandered about, got food, and occasionally helped out with any tasks the minions had around the headquarters. Getting familiarized with the place you learned that you were straight up on a completely different planet. You weren’t really interested in exploring the rest of the planet, not really knowing if it was safe or not.

When Nordic did wake up, he would go looking for you. He wouldn’t act like it or ever admit that he was, but you could tell. And whenever he thought you weren’t paying attention, his eyes would follow you. No matter where you were, across the room or just straight up right next to him.

From that point in the day he would drag you around the factory, talking about his evil plans, how production was going for the “ranch robots”, and so on. Your conversations also started feeling a little less one sided, he would ask for you input sometimes and listen. After “work” (you didn’t really do anything), you shared some down time with Nordic. You introduced him to some stuff that you could do with your phone, like angry birds, prank calling (he was really fond of that one), and reluctantly some social media. Not wanting to see anyone you used to know on the internet, you stuck strictly to cat videos, epic fails, and pranks. Y̶o̶u̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ w̶a̶n̶t̶ t̶o̶ s̶e̶e̶ h̶o̶w̶ w̶e̶l̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶.

Towards the end of the day Nordic would walk you to your room to sleep. Crawling onto your bed and throwing any of Nordic’s gifts gently to the floor, you cozied up in the scarlet sheets you have grown fond of and recounted the events of the day. Right before you drifted off to sleep, to dream about penguins or talking waffles, you heard a conversation right outside your door. Time to eavesdrop!

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Nordic Bunny stood outside your door for a bit after you went inside. You had certainly made your place on his planet, and in his head. You intrigued him so much. You were kind, you were fun, you felt… safe? He felt like no matter what you wouldn’t ridicule him or make him feel like a loser. You made him feel happy.

He would do anything to keep that feeling around. To keep you around.

“Lord Nordic Bunny, sir!”

“AHHHHHH”, Nordic Bunny startled, letting out a shrill scream.

“Apologies, sir! I didn’t intend to scare you, Lord Nordic Bunny, Ruler of the Galaxy and Nightmare to humanity!”, the minion saluted.

“Y-You didn’t scare me!!! Just!- What do you want, moron?!”

“I am here to report to you that the ‘Radical Ranch Eels’ army is complete!”

Nordic Bunny smiles at that. The army was done! Soon he could invade Earth, with you by his side! He can’t wait to tell y-

“Awaiting orders to dispose of the human prisoner, sir!”

… what?

“What did you just say?” Nordic Bunny startles, then scowls at his minion.

“W-well, the plan was to just get intel from the human. We did that, so why would we keep them around?”

Nordic falters. They were technically right, the goal was to get information out of you. But… things are different, you were his friend! He couldn’t just get rid of you like that! But then everyone would think he was soft, a loser, weak. He couldn’t have that. He was the STRONG and FEARED Lord Nordic Bunny, RULER OF THE GALAXY and NIGHTMARE TO HUMANITY! He needed to find a way to keep his reputation and his friend.

“Are you questioning MY leadership?”

“N-no, I-”

“Questioning MY plans?! Trying to tell ME what to do?! We are keeping the human around!-”

Phew

“- BUT, we will get rid of them AFTER the success of the invasion!”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

“Now GET OUT OF HERE!” Nordic Bunny zaps the minion and storms away.

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“We will get rid of them AFTER the success of the invasion!”

Oh. Oh damn. He's going to get rid of you. You feel cold, your lungs feel heavy, as do your limbs. You knew from the beginning that Nordic was trying to get information from you, but you thought that changed. Or at the very least you meant a little more to him than a human informant.

You shuffle back to the bed and fall. You feel heavy, tired, and fucking stupid. You always seem to get ahead of yourself, getting super attached to anyone who gives you the slightest bit of attention. Seeing someone as a close friend when they only really see you as an annoyance or an obstacle.

Turning over, you sigh. Mentally preparing yourself for being thrown away by someone you care about and for a restless night of sleep.

In the morning you were woken up by Nordic Bunny. Announcing proudly that the eel robots were done and that a ship will be prepared and set on course to invade Earth. You groggily sit up and acknowledge him with a grunt, grabbing your things (which is just your phone). Nordic Bunny looks you up and down skeptically, probably because you look like shit.

“Are you… Feeling ok?” He asks, uncharacteristically quiet.

“Mhm, awesome. Never been better.” You snap back. Stretching a “smile” across your face, it turns out looking more like a grimace.

Nordic waits for a bit, possibly for a real response. You don’t say anything to him. He moves to walk down the hall, to the invading ship. You both pass the dining hall on the way and Nordic stops, perking up and turning to you with a smile.

“Does my loyal companion need something to eat, before wreaking HAVOC on humanity?!”

“Mmmmmm, not hungry.” You mumble. You feel nauseous, “loyal companion” my ass.

He frowns slightly and continues on. Finally, you both make it to the ship boarding area. You can see many of Nordic’s minions, carrying cargo and serpent-like robots. Following Nordic Bunny onto the ship, you look back, then board the ship

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(SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! it is one of the longer parts. It was originally going to be bigger, but I didn't want to wait any longer)

(TYSM FOR THE POSTIVE FEEDBACK AND FOR READING... Here are some doodles)

#nordic bunny #shred force #nordic bunny shred force #nordic bunny x reader #shred force nordic bunny

[sapphicmsmarvel]

beginning of how to ball and aristotle

first chapter of my new series you know how to ball, i know aristotle which is hockey player!cassian and book girly!reader

this is general headcanons and how their love story began <3

-At first, you were a puck bunny. 

-And you had zero shame. Hockey players knew how to fuck. And you needed to blow off some steam. You also weren’t a fan of relationships in the slightest. 

-You were Cassian’s most trusted hook up, he didn’t show an interest in anyone really until you. To be honest, he was the only one you hooked up with. It felt weird to fuck his teammates too. 

-When you realized you were in love with him, you panicked quite a bit. You didn’t fall in love with people. You refused. 

-You freaked out enough that you just stopped answering his calls. His texts. He showed up at the house you shared with Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Morrigan, Amren, Viviene, Nuala and Cerridwen. The girls had to keep covering for you. 

-Eventually, Rhys and Feyre both confronted you. Rhys had said, “Y/N, he’s so miserable. His team keeps losing because he’s thinking about you constantly. Just hear him out.” 

-You knew you were being shitty so you apologized to Rhys for putting him in that position, but then you went to go to Cassian at the apartment he shared with Azriel and Rhys. 

-You kind of wanted to die but, you’d do it for him. 

-When you knocked, Cassian answered. 

-He looked like shit, but he got so happy when he saw you. 

“I’m so sorry.” Was what you started with. 

“Wanna come in?” He angled the door more open. 

You nodded, barely being able to keep your tears at bay. 

Once the door shut, you let the first tear fall down.

“Nobody else is home.” Was all Cassian said. “It’s safe to cry now, unless….you don’t want me to see. I can walk away.” 

That made you start crying harder. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” You hiccuped, “I was so scared and I just, I didn’t know what to do.” 

“Could’ve talked to me.” 

“I know.” You wiped your cheeks. “But, I was a coward and I ran. Because that’s what I do. Whenever someone shows genuine interest in me, I run because I can predict love stories in books, and I know whatever happens with them, I can still walk away and things won’t affect me.” 

You took the tissues he was offering you, “and I’m not used to people actually liking me, like that-” “Love.” 

“What?” You sniffed. 

“I love you. I want you to know I’m all in.” He shrugged, as if this conversation was easy. As if it was easy confessing your love to someone. 

“You shouldn’t.” “And why is that?” 

“If this past week is anything to go by.” You gestured to the air. “I wouldn’t want to be with me either.” 

“I’m willing to work on communication skills. Are you?” He asked, stepping even closer to you. 

“You still wanna give me a shot?” 

“Would you let me?” 

You nodded, more tears falling down. He smiled, “can I hug you? I’m dying here.” 

You nodded again, your voice failing you and just letting out a cry. He quickly took you into his arms. God, you missed this. His strong arms wrapping around you, his scent enveloping you. 

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered. “I’m going to love you so hard. I’ll communicate everything.” 

He let out his own soft chuckle, but you heard the tears in his voice. You two pulled away and rested your foreheads together. “I know it’ll be hard. All I ask is that you work with me.” His own tears fell down. 

You nodded, some more tears falling down your face, you wiped his away with your sleeve as gently as possible. 

“I still hate it when you cry.” He said, wiping your tears away. 

You sniffed, it sounded very gross and snotty. But he still looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world. 

-After that, and a lot of talking, you two began officially going out. 

-You had sent a text to your shared group chat and that was the announcement. Just to let folks know. 

“Hey we worked shit out. We’re together. Don't be weird about it.” Was what you sent. 

Meanwhile, Cassian sent a reaction image of someone giggling and kicking their feet. 

You heart reacted each others messages.  

Rhys responded with, “screenshotting this and displaying it at your wedding.” 

Azriel: “she said don’t be weird.” Feyre: “cuties!! also dw about rhys, he’s a lover of love”

Rhys: “easy to be when you’re my love, Feyre darling. 😘”

Nesta: “🤮. Im too ace for this shit. Congrats y/n and cass. Die rhys.” 

After laugh-reacting Nesta’s message, you both turned your phones on mute. Rhys and Nesta loved each other, they just had weird ass ways of showing it. 

-Anyway back to the headcanons. 

-This man went feral seeing you in his jersey. 

-Like after the game, fucked you in the car, with the jersey on. 

-His good luck charm is one of your hair ties on his wrist. If he doesn't have it, it’s a bad game. It’s to the point where the coach will contact you if Cassian doesn’t have a hair tie on his wrist. 

-He bench-presses you, he says he wants to keep up his strength so he can always pick you up and toss you around 

To which you responded with, “you calling me fat?” 

He smirked, “I like a woman with thighs babe.” 

The audacity of this man. 

-He got a penalty for launching at an opposing team member who was making a derogatory comment about your figure. 

(Cassian did indeed fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk the next day after that). 

-You accidentally became a meme when you went to his practice and just read in the bleachers for the entirety of it. 

-But you never missed a game. If it was a home game you were in the audience, if it was an away game you’d text him all your thoughts and watch it live. 

-He always went book shopping with you. He even had his own favorite bookstores to go with you too. He wasn’t much of a reader, but you got him on some audiobooks. He did enjoy history so he liked listening to those. 

-He’d carry your books around for you, pick out ones he’d like you like. He offers commentary. He loves opening smutty books and reading random passages. Sometimes you’d buy them off of that alone. 

-He would always take time off to attend book signings or festivals with you. He loved seeing how excited you got and nervous in the presence of your favorite author. 

-You two adored each other with your whole hearts, and one day, Rhys did get to showcase that text screenshot to the guests at your wedding during his best man speech. 

#acotar #acofas #acomaf #acowar #acotar x reader #cassian x reader #cassian imagine #cassian acotar #cassian

[mustainegf]

Kirk Hammett with a breeding kink. And when he succeeds in getting his lady pregnant, he gets extra horny and needs to fuck her all the time about it, especially as her belly gets bigger and bigger with his baby.

Kirk totally has a breeding kink, u cant change my mind

So sorry if it’s kinda short !! :(

Kirk and I had always shared a deep, passionate connection, but that night took it to another level.

We were in his apartment, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The air was thick with lust, and every touch, every kiss, sent electric shivers down my spine.

“I can’t wait to fill you up,” Kirk murmured against my ear, his voice husky and filled with desire. I felt a rush of heat flood my body at his words.

Kirk had always been vocal about his breeding kink, but hearing him say it in such a raw, intimate moment was different. It stirred something deep within me.

His hands roamed over my body, his touch both tender and possessive. As he kissed me deeply, I could feel the intensity of his need. “You’re going to take all of me, every last drop,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck.

The words sent a wave of arousal through me, and I clung to him, needing him as much as he needed me.

Kirk’s eyes burned with a primal desire, and I found myself melting under his gaze.

When he finally entered me, it felt like the world stopped. Each thrust was harsh, filled with purpose, as he whispered filthy promises about filling me with his cum.

“I’m going to breed you, fill you up so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. The raw passion in his voice sent me over the edge, and I lost myself in the overwhelming pleasure.

After we finished, we lay there, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied limbs.

Kirk kissed my forehead tenderly, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling more connected to him than ever.

A month later, I stood in the bathroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I knew how much Kirk wanted this, and part of me had secretly hoped for it too.

“Kirk,” I called out, my voice trembling slightly. He appeared in the doorway, concern flashing across his face until he saw the test in my hand.

“Is that…?” he trailed off, his eyes widening in realization.

“I’m pregnant,” I confirmed, my voice barely a whisper. A wide grin spread across his face, and he pulled me into a tight embrace.

“We’re having a baby,” he murmured against my hair, his voice filled with wonder and joy. “I’m so happy, holy shit...”

As my pregnancy progressed, I noticed a change in Kirk. He was more attentive, more loving, but there was also a new intensity in his desire. He couldn’t seem to get enough of my growing body.

One evening, as I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the slight swell of my belly, Kirk came up behind me. His hands slid over my growing curves, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Seeing you pregnant with our child turns me on so much.”

I blushed, feeling a surge of desire at his words. Kirk’s hands roamed over my belly, then higher to my swollen breasts. “I can’t help it,” he admitted, his breath hot against my ear. “I just want you so bad.”

Before I could respond, he turned me around, his lips capturing mine in a deep, hungry kiss. He guided me to the bed, his touch gentle yet insistent.

As he made love to me, his hands caressed my growing belly, and he whispered how much he loved seeing me like this, how much he wanted to fill me up again and again.

Each time we were together, his desire for my pregnant body seemed to grow stronger. He loved the way my belly swelled, the way my breasts grew fuller, it’s like he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands were always on me, his lips worshiping every new curve.

One night, as we lay in bed after yet another intense session of lovemaking, Kirk rested his hand on my belly, feeling the slight movements of our baby. “I can’t believe we made this,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “You’re so beautiful, carrying our child.”

His words made my heart swell with love and desire. “I love you,” I whispered, my hand covering his.

“I love you too,” he replied, leaning down to kiss me softly. “And I love our baby.”

And as I felt our baby move inside me, I knew that we were building something beautiful together, a family built on love, passion, and unbreakable bonds.

#kirk hammett x reader smut #kirk hammett x you #kirk hammett fluff #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett imagines #kirk hammett smut #reqs open #request #metallica #smut #fanfic #smutshot #fanfiction #metallica x reader #metallica fluff #metallica smut #metallica imagines #metallica fanfiction #oneshot #mustainegf

[barleyo]

Prom Queen.

Real Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: Look at me with the consistent posts!!! Anyways, you know the drill. Read the tags and skip right past this fic if it's not your jam. This is a work of fiction with dark themes, so use the tags to guide yourself and choose to read it (or not) based on your comfort level. Thanks!

Tags: incest (daddy-daughter), p in v, unprotected sex, misogyny, references to bullying, sexual abuse mentions, grooming, light plot, lowkey insecure Leon, possibly triggering and disturbing content in general

Word count: 1.6k

!!! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT !!!

You had always dreamed about your senior prom. Even as a young girl, you thought exhaustively about how the night would go. You would wear a gorgeous gown, drink spiked punch, dance and laugh with friends, and most importantly, you would go with a cute boy. 

Those dreams fell flat when your strict father outlawed prom for you. He said that prom was just an opportunity for hyped up, hormonal teens to gyrate on each other on school property. Prom was a night where girls opened their legs for their subpar dates who barely made the effort to scrounge up a corsage for them. Prom was the chance for unwanted, "happy accident" babies to be made by teenaged fuck-ups. 

In short, prom was for whores. Leon would be damned if he would have a nasty whore of a daughter. It made him sick to even think of you wasting your sweet, nearly virginal body on a shit-for-brains boy whose only sexual experience no doubt came from his own right hand. 

So, yeah. Prom was a nonstarter. 

Of course, this angered you to no end. You could be heard sobbing each night after Leon's declaration of war on you having any fun was drawn up, but a small part of you thought it was the best. 

You knew that prom wasn't like how it was shown in the movies. You wouldn't get an invitation from the hottest boy in school, you wouldn't get there in a decked out limo, and the punch would be lukewarm and watered down at best. 

You wouldn't dance: you would have no one to dance with. You would sit alone at one of the tables eating fun sized candy bars aimlessly scattered on the repurposed lunch room tables in your school's gymnasium, while a horde of your peers would dance nasty on each other, being free and young. 

The whole time, nobody would look at you, aside from the sly glance paired with a snicker shared between two gossiping teens, indulging in the rumors that floated around about you. 

Nobody would want to dance with the girl who had an overprotective daddy that fucked her. Especially when that girl liked it. 

The more you thought about it, the more you came to peace with the idea of staying in with Leon. Technically, being demanded to stay at home with him meant that you were sort of, kind of asked on a "date" with a hot guy, even if you shared DNA with said hot guy. 

On the day of the dance, Leon had the decency to let you skip school. You sulked in bed the entire day, thinking about what could have been, rather than what was. He did not bother you, having enough sense to let a sleeping dog lay, but at exactly 10:00 PM , you felt your phone ding under your pillow.

'Come downstairs. Wear a dress. Not one of your church ones.'

His texts were always sharp and to the point, just like he was. Commanding. Strict. 

You, as always, obliged. You put on one of his favorites, the one that always left his eyes lingering on your body a little too long. As you made your way down the stairs, you heard the faint sound of romantic music playing in the living room, which you naturally followed like a trail of breadcrumbs. 

"Dad, what's all this?" 

Your living room looked like a scene stripped from a cheesy romance movie. Rose petals scattered on the floor, lights dimmed low, and a tall, hot stud in the midst of it all. Your father's face was stern, but past that you could see the inkling of excitement in him. 

"Your prom. I know it meant a lot to you," he said gruffly, adjusting the collar of the nice shirt he wore, "so I did what I could. Hope this'll make you forgive me." 

Your feet pattered softly against the cool flooring, bringing your body along with them. You took a final look around the room and let your eyes lock onto your dad. 

"I do. S'okay, I'm not mad at you, daddy." 

How could you ever be mad at him? Your perfectly stubborn, grouchy, yet sexy father? Your father who—

"You know I just want the best for you, right peach?" Leon grasped you in his arms, snaking both arms around your lower waist while he rested his chin on your head. "Just wanna keep you safe."

"I know." 

You both stood like that for a moment, neither speaking. The soft sound of the music slowly playing in the background was the only noise filling your sense. Well, that and the husky sound of your father's breathing. And his manly, leathery scent. His strong hands placed on your body, too. 

You heard him clear his throat briefly and snapped to give him your attention, something you found yourself doing often. He liked when you listened to him quickly, made him feel respected. 

"May I have this dance?" Leon asked, giving you a rare smirk when you nodded. 

One of his hands stayed on your waist, while the other took your hand gently and clasped it in the air, leading you into a sweet waltz. With each step, he guided you with rigid, calculated movements. His movements were neat, as if he had been planning every moment of your shared dance. 

The longer you danced with him, the closer your bodies pressed together, creating a faint friction between the two of you. In that moment, any negative emotion you had felt before faded away, leaving only the image of him in your mind.

Leon knew your signs. He'd spent a long time decoding them, and the look on your face was one he read easily. With a tilt of his head, he leaned in, a soft chuckle escaping his lips when he felt your increased heartbeat against his chest. 

You made the first real move, pushing your tongue deeper into his mouth. Kisses were the only time he let you take on a dominant role. He thought it was cute, feeling your smaller tongue fuck into his mouth like you were in charge. Not wanting to spoil your fun, he softly guided you backwards to the wall, giving him a surface to work with. 

"You're a bold one, I'll give you that," he said, breaking the kiss. "Can't ever actually ask for what you want, but you go wild once you get it, don't you?"

You hummed, letting him pull you up and wrap your legs around his waist. His hand slid under your dress and pushed it up, giving him a view of your panties. 

"God, you're soaked. So wet f'me." Leon stuck his fingers in his mouth, slurping on them and covering them with spit before he forced them past the band of your underwear. Tight, quick circles were made around your clit, denying you of any time to think. "Nobody else can play with this, you hear me? This is all mine, you don' let anybody else have you," his voice was a warm whisper that fanned across your ear. 

"I promise, 'm all yours. Don't want anyone else, only you, daddy," you swore desperately, meaning every word even if it sounded like you were just babbling on. 

"Fuckin' slut." He spit a fat glob onto his fingers and spread it around your cunt, lubing you up. "Thought I raised a sweet girl. Bet you act like this for the boys at school too, huh?" Your panties were slid to the side. 

His teeth clenched together jaggedly as he prodded the tip of his cock at you entrance, drawing in a deep breath when he pushed it fully in. 

"No, never! I don't want any of them, just want you. They aren't good enough."

"Yeah? Greedy little cunt only wants her daddy, is that right?" The ego boost he was getting from this ran through him immediately. He wound your clit up with his thumb, quickly zigzagging on the little bud to match his thrusts. "Good. They don't deserve to feel you—"

You cunt fluttered around his length at his words, leaving him biting down on his lip.

"Just like that. Gonna make me cum if you keep that up, baby."

Your mouth hung open, pathetic mewls leaking from it. Each sound he drew out of you was nearly pornographic. He bullied your guts and hit deep, far deeper than your fingers ever could, and left you far more needy than your digits did. 

"Inside this time?" You had wanted it so bad for the longest time, and instead he would pull out of you and coat your soft tummy or the fat of your ass with his ropes. "I need to feel it, please. I don't wanna be empty again, jus' fill me up," you slurred, drool spilling from the corner of your plush mouth. 

"Yeah," he huffed, nodding along with you words, ready to finally jump at the opportunity, "yeah, inside. I need it to baby, you have no idea. Daddy wants to spoil you real bad, he wants to give you all the babies you want." 

Your lower body tensed, squeezing him tightly as the familiar rhythmic pattern of your orgasm set in. It felt so right in that moment, like your body was made for this exact purpose: being a warm hole for your dad to fill with his hot cum. 

"Ready?" He said it more like a demand than a question, and within seconds he was creaming into you, still pounding your cunt like he hated you. "Take it, don't spill."

He kept his dick sheathed away inside of you, hoping that if he kept most of his cum in you, it would take. His brow was slick with sweat and his face was flushed. He had never looked so attractive before. 

You ran your hand through his hair to get his attention. When he darted his eyes up to you, you mumbled something about wanting to go again. 

"Anything for you baby. Night's still young, isn't it? We got time."

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[cry4tzu]

Someone like her

Kim dahyun x reader; angst,fluff

Synopsis- you can’t help it but be a fool for someone like her.

Song: someone like me by twice

A/n- happy dahyun day everyone. Hopefully I’m not late( kinda forgot to write one for her bday).

-

Having a crush on your best friend is the worst feeling ever:

1.) because its your best friend

2.) bc it would maybe end badly

3.)there is no third answer

I mean just one look from them and you already a blushing mess. They can just smile and it already brighten up your whole day.

That's how you feel about dahyun. Every time you see her, your heart skips a beat. You can't help but stare at her, even when she's not looking. Her smile, her laugh, her voice - everything about her is just so captivating.

You've known her since you were kids, and you've always been attached to the hip. You've shared countless memories together, from playing in the park to watching movies at her place. But as you gotten older, you realized that your feelings for her are no longer just those of a friend. They've grown into something more, something you can't quite explain.

You find yourself daydreaming about her during class, imagining what it would be like to kiss her, to hold her hand. Sometimes, when you walk past her in the hallway, you can feel the heat radiating off of her body, and it takes all your willpower not to reach out and touch her.

After school, you often stay behind to help her with her homework. You don't mind, really; you just enjoy spending time with her.

-

"I can't figure this out," you said, sighing for the million time today. You had been stuck on this last problem for about thirty minutes. Dahyun walked over to you, her eyes are fixed on the page, her brow furrowed in concentration. She's so cute when she's focused, you thought .

"Let me take a look," she offers, sliding into the chair beside you. Her body is inches away from yours, and you can feel the warmth radiating off of her. She leans over, peering at the problem you're stuck on, and her hair falls forward, brushing against your cheek. catching a whiff of the new shampoo she used.

As she works through the problem, her fingers trail across the page, pointing out where she thinks you might have gone wrong. You couldn’t help but watch her movements, fascinated by the way her hands move with such confidence and grace. You feel a pang of envy when she effortlessly solves the problem, wishing you could be more like her.

"There you go," she says, grinning at you. "See? It wasn't so bad."

smiling back at her, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Dahyun. You're the best."

She blushes slightly at your compliment and looks down at her desk, playing with a strand of her hair. You can't help but notice how soft her skin looks, how perfect her features are. You wish you could tell her how you really feel, but you're too scared.

-

Dahyun was really known in college. With her being the class president and all. Not to mention an excellent pianist, she was always surrounded by her peers .

You, on the other hand, were more of a loner. You preferred to keep to yourself and study, not really socializing much. But when you were around Dahyun, it felt different. She made you feel comfortable, like you belonged. Even when she was busy with her own friends, she always made time for you.

You would always be there for her when she needs someone to pick her up from late piano lessons. Sometimes, you would even go inside. and watch her practice without her knowing.

Seeing her fingers danced gracefully across the keys, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was lost in the music, and it was like watching a beautiful dance. You couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration every time you watch her play.

It is something you would never be tired of watching. The way she plays the piano, the way she engages with the music, it was as if she was transported to another world. Sometimes, you would find yourself holding your breath, afraid that if you made even the slightest sound, you might break the spell and she'd stop playing.

-

“Seriously y/n, grow some damn balls and confess to her” yeri said as she watches you pace back and forth.

You had force yeri to listen to you rant about dahyun. About how she made you feel, how you wanted to be with her but were too scared. And how much you hated yourself for it.

“It’s not that easy, Yeri. You know that." You sigh, running a hand through your hair.

She rolls her eyes. "Oh come on, y/n. You've been mooning over her since you had met me. Which let me remind you, for two fucking years .”

"It's not like that, Yeri." You sigh, running a hand through your hair. "It's just... she's so beautiful, and talented, and-"

“ you're in love with her," Yeri finishes for you with a knowing smile. You can't help but feel a bit annoyed at how easily she's figured it out, but at the same time, it's kind of comforting to have someone who understands how you feel.

You stop pacing and turn to face her, leaning against the wall. " even if I do confess to her. How would I do it”

Yeri smirks. "Well, you can make her a basket of all her favorite things. You know, chocolates, flowers, that book she's been dying to read. Then go to her dorm and confess.”

“Yeri, that the smartest thing you ever said all year.” You say with a small laugh.

Yeri rolled her eyes. “If you are going to confess, you better hurry to the store now. It’s going to close in less than an hour .”

“Shit.” You said as you ran out of the room, not before quickly waving yeri goodbye.

-

You was going to do it. You had finally mustered up the courage to tell Dahyun how you felt. (With the help of yeri ofc). You was practicing it all night in your mirror. Making sure it was perfect.

You double check if everything was in the small basket. Before making your way out of your dorm.

As you walk out your dorm to go to dahyun dorm. You stop in the middle of hallway . What you saw made your heart torn into a million pieces. you saw a guy with chocolate and flowers standing at dahyun door.

Fucking cha eunwoo.

Of course you knew who he was. Who wouldn’t ? He was very known for his charming demeanor and acting skills. He is also dahyun crush since first year of college . She had be gushing about him to you every time she had a chance . “He’s so cute.” “Y/n, you should saw what he did today.” Blah blah .

You were not impressed. You could care less about eunwoo. You didn't understand why Dahyun was so into him. He was nice and all, but there was something about him that just didn't click with you.

And now here he was, confessing to dahyun.

“Dahyun, I like you. A lot. I was hoping you could be my girlfriend” he said, holding out the flowers and chocolate. Dahyun's face turned beet red and she looked down at the floor. She bit her bottom lip and you could see her shoulders shake slightly.

You couldn’t stand there. Not when the love of your life was going to be taken from you. You felt like you were being punched in the gut, like all the air had been sucked out of here . Before you could even hear dahyun's response, you left that hallway.

You stormed into your dorm room, slamming the door behind you. Your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest. You drop the basket, not caring if everything had spilled out.

You collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow to muffle your sobs.

Fuck eunwoo. with his stupid haircut and his stupid smile. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. You kept repeating that mantra to yourself like a prayer, hoping it would help ease the ache in your chest. But it didn't. Nothing could.

-

Three days since you last saw and spoke to dahyun. You pretty much had been ignoring her.

Her calls . Her texts. Even at school, you would simply say you got to study and quickly leave.

You were still heartbroken. You didn't know how to move on. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was her beautiful face and the way she smiled. It was like a knife in your chest, making you want to feel that pain over and over again.

You didn’t want to see her today.

So you had decided to skip class today. You needed some time alone. To clear your head. To figure out what to do. You had been laying on your bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Dahyun, on the other hand, doesn’t know why you had been ignoring her. Did she did something that made you mad? She didn't remember doing anything wrong.

She had tried calling you and texting you, but you didn't reply. Even when she saw you in the hallway at school, you just looked away and quickly walked past her. It was like you didn't even know her.

It hurts her. It hurts to see you acting like that towards her. She doesn't understand what she did wrong. Did you not like her anymore? Her heart aches at the thought of losing you.

She tries to call you again but it when straight to voicemail. Fuck it. She’s going to talk to you whether you like it or not .

-

You heard knocking at your door. You didn't bother to get up, figuring it was just yeri again . But when they didn't go away, you sighed and rolled over, rubbing your eyes.

“ fucking hell yeri I already told you th-“ you began, before you opened the door. but suddenly paused , when you came face to face with dahyun.

You was going to shut the door in her face, but she quickly pushed it open before you could. You were taken aback for a moment. As Dahyun stepped inside, angrily.

“Why the actual fuck are you ignoring me?!" dahyun demanded, her voice shaking with anger and hurt.

You didn’t know what to say cause for one, this the first time you had ever heard dahyun curse and two, you felt ashamed.

“So, now you ain’t going to fucking answer me . What am I ? A ghost.”

You swallowed hard, looking at the ground. You didn't want to answer her. You were afraid of what she would do if you told her the truth. But she didn't seem like she was going anywhere anytime soon.

"I-I'm sorry," you finally managed to say, your voice barely a whisper.

Dahyun's eyes widened. "You're sorry? Sorry for what? For ignoring me? For acting like you don't care about me?" Hitting you lightly on the chest as you slightly stumble back.

“I like you dahyun “ you said, you voice barely louder than a whisper.

“What” dahyun asked, not believing her ears.

“I like you dahyun. I like you since freshman year of college. I was going to confess to you three days ago but eunwoo beat me to it. I was fucking hurt. And yes I know I shouldn’t have ignored you. I just couldn't help myself. Especially when I fucking lov-“you got cut off by dahyun kissing you. It was a soft kiss at first, her lips gentle and tentative against yours.

But as you began to respond, she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding past your lips to tangled with yours. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling her body press against yours.

Dahyun pulled back slightly, looking at you with a mixture of emotions. "I like you too”

“ But what about eunwoo. He ask you to be his girlfriend. ”

“Y/n, honey he’s gay. I found that out a year after I liked him. And plus he was just using me as a test dummy to ask out Lucas.”

You blinked, feeling a little stupid now. All that jealousy was for nothing. You felt your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. Dahyun smiled at you gently.

“Oh” you mumble, feeling even more embarrassed as you tried to hide yourself with a pillow.

“You are so cute”she said seeing you so embarrassed. “My cute y/n” she adds as she bring you into another kiss.

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