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andy-clutterbuck · 9 months
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𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝟔/𝟐𝟗/𝟐𝟑) | 📸: 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐓𝐖𝐃𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
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nights-legacy · 10 months
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Hi, so rn I'm in absolute pain, my legs absolutely tort me up from mosquitoe bites like there, the sizes of welts, as if someone had burned me and it's absolute hell. SO I was wondering how Aizawa and Hawks would take care of an S/O and how they would react seeing their legs full of golf ball sized inflammation. Would they try to kill someone thinking that their dear s/o was hurt? And what type of remedies would they try once they found out the nature of them? Also, would they tease them about being a magnet for blood suckers?
I hate mosquito bites! I've got some right now, too, and they're driving me bonkers. I hope you like this and here's a link to where I found mosquito bite remedies-- Remedies
Remedies for Pesky Bites - Aizawa & Hawks
Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2
1612 words
+ You get bitten badly by mosquitoes, and your man has a couple of remedies up his sleeve to help.
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Aizawa
I groaned as the burning, iching. sensation in my legs grew worse. I fought hard to not scratch at the welts lining my legs. I had gone to help my parents at their countryside home. It was a nice, hot summer day and the bugs were out in drones. I didn't even notice the mosquito bites until I was on the train home.
"Dammit." I exclaimed as a couple bites won and I scratched at them. I had to rip my hands away and get up from the bed. I had already taken a shower and it helped for a little bit. I went to the bathroom to grab some anti-itch Ointment. I hopped up on the counter and examined my legs.
The welts on my legs were huge. Ranging from tiny bites to golf ball size welts. I noticed there was some blood and blood rash from the scratching.
"Great..." I rubbed in the ointment, careful not to cause more irritation. All I wanted was to go to bed and be held by Shota. Unforchunately, he wasn't home. He had let me know that he would be out late due to a stake out bust of a gang.
I sighed before hopping down and walking back to the bed. I stood there for a minute, wondering if it was worth it to get under the blanket. I decided against it and laid on my stomach lounging on my pillow. I distracted myself with my phone until it was too hard to fight sleep.
"Babe... darling, Wake up." I groaned as I woke to someone shaking my shoulder.
"Nooo..." I whined, gripping my pillow tighter and curling up.
"I know, I know. Sleep is wonderful but I need to talk to you." His voice was urgent and I shot up in near panic. I found him sitting to my left.
"What's wrong? Did something happen on the bust?" I began to look him over.
"No, no. It went fine. But what happened to you? It looks like you were attacked. Who did this to you?" He looked down at my legs and began to trace his fingers around the welts.
"Ah! No, no." I pulled my legs away. His eyes widened in worry. "No one did this to me. It's all mosquito bites. I went to my parents remember?"
"Yes?"
"Well, I helped my dad outside for most of the day. I got bitten a lot and I didn't notice until the train ride home." I saw him visibly relax and he dropped his head. I sat there
"Thank god. I thought you were attacked Or something."
"Nope. Well, yes by bugs." We laughed. I sighed before reaching down towards my legs.
"Nope. No scratching." He grabbed my hands.
"But it's so irritating evel the ointment isn't working well." He hummed before getting up and pulling off his capture weapon and jacket.
"I think I know just the thing." He walked towards the door. "No scratching."
"Okay." I giggled. I heard him moving around in the kitchen before coming back in with some wet towels.
"For now, We'll put these on. I've got something else prepping in the kitchen." He wrapped the towels around my calves. and I jumped at the cold sensation. It instantly gave me some relief. I sat there patiently for about half an hour, and he came back in with a bowl.
"What is that?"
"Chamomile."
"Tea?" I was surprised. He nodded with a chuckle.
"Trust me." He gave me a smirk. He pulled out a large, thin cheese cloth bag full of damp tea. He pulled off the rag and gently placed it on my bites. He did the same to the others. "Now we leave it on for ten minutes. Sit still and let it work while I go take a shower."
"Okay." He got up and began to strip his clothes. Before he went to the bedroom and stopped him. "Can I have my book?"
"Which one?" I pointed to the (color) book. (You choose the book! Lol) he handed it to me and went. He was done and back within the 10 minutes.
"Now let's see..." He took the wrappings off slowly.
"I never pegged you for a home remedy guy." I said while tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear.
"Well, I'm full of surprises, Love." He set the bags in the bowl again before wiping the skin off. "There we go. Not even that red anymore."
"Wow." I ran my hand over the welts and was surprised to feel no irritation from my touch. "How?"
"It is a natural anti-inflammatory and anti-itch." He said, standing up. "We'll do another treatment in the morning."
"Thank you." I stood and gave him a kiss.
"No problem. I suggest you put on those soft, cuffed sleep pants for the night." He said while leaving the room.
"Ooo, good idea."
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Hawks
"Come on, pick up Keigo." I muttered into the phone. I have been trying to call him for about 10 minutes. He has yet to pick up obviously. "Damn." I groaned as the call went to voicemail again.
I was trying to get a hold of him to pick up some anti-itch stuff. We were out and I had an ungodly amount of mosquito bites on my legs. I had accompanied my sister to the farmers market and I apparently attracted all the bugs in the place. Large, angry, itchy welts were left behind.
"This sucks." I was sitting at the table with no pants on so there was no rubbing. I was wearing one of Keigo's shirts and it stopped about mid thigh. The bites were burning so bad that I was nearly in tears. I jumped when the balcony doors opened.
"I'm home, lovebird." Keigo yelled. He quickly found me at the table and gave me a big smile.
"I've been trying to call you." I whined.
"Aww. I'm sorry, Babe. I lost my phone earlier." He pulled off his jacket and kicked off his boots. He walked closer to me. "What did you need?"
"Too late now." I said getting up. He paused when it got closer.
"What's wrong?" I saw him examine me and his eyes widened. Rushing over, he knelt before me. "What happened?"
"Careful. They're bites." Taking a step back.
"Bites?" He asked frantically. I saw him looking at the large welts With worry. Some were scuffed from scratching while others had some blood rash.
"Bug bites." I clarified. He gave a heavy sigh of relief and his wings sagged to the floor. He muttered some words of relief before looking up at me.
"What happened?" He stood up.
"I went to a farmers market today and I think I attracted all the mosquitoes. They hurt and itch Keigo. So bad." I grabbed onto his shirt, sniffling and set my head on his chest.
"Why didn't you put anything on them?"
"That's Why I was calling you. We're out of anti-itch stuff." I set my chin on his chest and looked up at him. He hummed and rubbed his hands up and down my arms.
"Come on." He wrapped an arm around my waist and led me to the kitchen. He softly lifted me up and set me on the counter next to the stove. He moved through the kitchen looking at different things.
"Keigo?"
"Bear with me, Love bird." He found my bag of herbs and spices I got today. He sifted through it before pulling out the thyme. I was confused but didn't say anything. He pulled out a pot and filled it with water. He put it on to boil before taking the thyme sprigs and broke them into single strands.
He dropped the springs into the water as it came to a boil. He wrapped a wing around my legs and I could feel the heat begin to rise under the feathers, giving me some temporary relief. I stayed silent as he worked until after letting it cool, dipped a couple of rags in the thyme water.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Thyme is an antibacterial plant that can reduce irritation in the skin." He explained. I was dumbfounded.
"And how do you know that?" I asked. He chuckled as he wrapped the rags around my legs.
"I grew up having to fend for myself and not have any helpful amenities." He used a bag clip to hold the rags on.
"Oh, right."
"It's alright." He cupped my face and gave me a kiss. I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. This was the perfect distraction. He pulled away after a few minutes. "Feeling any better?"
"Yes actually." I noticed that the burning was gone and the urge to itch was almost gone. I looked at my legs astonished.
"Thyme? Really?"
"Yes!" He laughed, wings flapping in amusement. He removed the rags and examined the bites. "They look better."
"Amazing." I hopped down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed my fingers through his feathers. Shivers went up his spine. "Thank you, Pretty boy."
"It's my pleasure, My Love." He nuzzled his nose against mine.
"You know..." I trailed off. "You now owe me some more Thyme. Especially if you want some fried chicken."
"Haha! Of course!" He said. I smiled before stepping back. "You know..." I heard the teasing tone in his voice. "I really hope there are no vampires nearby because you seem to be a blood suckers buffet."
"Keigo Takami!" I scolded him while laughing. I grabbed a dry dish towel and threw it at him. He dodged and took off for the bedroom. "Get back here!"
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thefreakymunson · 2 years
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Hannah babe ♥️ how are you. Can I request an Eddie proposal? You guys have been planning a beach trip just the two of you and then the gang learns about it and they all show up the day you're leaving and it just makes him even more anxious?
Hii!! Sorry for the wait! <3 hope you enjoy!!
It was supposed to be a day just spent between you and Eddie. You had been planning this little getaway for about two weeks now. Life had been exhausting between your jobs and college classes. You needed a break and you desperately needed him. The car was packed and you were sliding your shoes on when there was a knock at the door.
With a long groan, Eddie walked over to the door and opened, a slew of cheers and Eddie’s curses falling from the doorway.
“Why are you all here?” Eddie asked, stepping back as the three other people walked through the door.
You couldn’t help but notice they were all wearing swim suits. Robin, Steve, and Nancy.
“We’re going to the beach!” Steve said enthusiastically, “Right, guys?”
“Uh…” your eyes went towards Eddie who was facepalming behind them, “Sure...I guess?”
You watched as Steve turned to Eddie and slapped him on the shoulder, earning a death glare from the latter.
“Fine,” Eddie said, “But you’re driving yourselves.”
“Beamers packed and ready to go.” Steve grinned.
Robin and Nancy followed you back to your bedroom as Eddie and Steve stayed out in the living room.
“Does she have any clue?” Steve asked.
“No,” Eddie sighed as he bounced his leg nervously, “She doesn’t. And I’d like to keep it that way. I’m already nervous enough as it is.”
“Nervous? Why are you nervous?”
“Because she can very well say no, Steve.”
“Why would she say no?” Steve shook his head.
“Because what if she doesn’t like me?” Eddie shrugged.
Steve looked around at the trailer and threw his arms up in the air, “I don’t think you have to worry about that, man.”
“This could all be a facade and she secretly hates me and is just waiting to break up with me and I think I’m making it better by as-” Steve cut him off by abruptly slapping his arm and nodding back towards the hallway.
“Girls.” He said quietly.
“Y’all ready?” Nancy gave the men a knowing glance.
The drive to the beach was was quiet. Your legs resting over onto Eddie’s from the passenger seat, you arm sticking out the window, moving your fingers into the wind.
“I didn’t invite them,” Eddie broke the comfortable silence.
“Me either,” you snorted, “Guess they heard us talking about it and wanted to tag along. I kinda wanted you all to myself this weekend but...I guess I can share with them for a few hours.”
“Maybe they’ll get distracted,” Eddie snorted, his fingers ghosting up your calves, moving to rest on your bare knee.
The rest of the day went by smoothly. You arrived at the beach and got situated in your hotel. Thankfully, the other three were able to find accommodations fairly easily in the same hotel. You all took a moment to unwind from the ride there before going to dinner at a small seafood place by the pier. You kept noticing how fidgety Eddie was at dinner, as if he couldn’t keep his hands and his feet still. He kept moving around in his seat. Something was bothering him. You had caught a few shared looked between Steve and him as well. They were in on something you had no clue about.
You were looking out at the water line, watching as the waves crashed against the rocks and met the sand. The cool night breeze had set in and you were in the middle of finishing off your glass of wine when Eddie reached over and took your hand, drawing you out of your thoughts.
“You wanna go get a closer look at it?” Eddie nodded down towards the sand, “Take a walk with me?”
“Yeah,” you gave him a small smile and allowed him to guide you by the hand off of the pier. The clapped hand on Eddie’s shoulder and the giddy look shared between the girls wasn’t lost on you. What did he have planned?
You followed him down along the lighted path, your arms linked together as you strolled. It was nice to have him all to yourself for once. The moon was huge in the sky as the two of you stopped maybe fifty feet away from the pier where your friends were sitting. He turned to face you, taking your hands into his.
“Y/N?” He asked softly, sounding a bit unsure of himself.
“Yeah?”
“I need to ask you something,” he cleared his throat, “Well maybe I need to tell you something first...you make me happy. Happier than anyone ever. But it’s not just...happy. You make me feel everything – every emotion all at once. I didn’t know that was possible. I never…I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you. I didn’t think this type of love was...real.”
His voice cracked as his eyes met with yours and saw your tears welling up. A burst of confidence he needed. You watched in shock as he got down on one knee, his brown eyes staring up at you as he blinked his own tears away.
“I love you, Y/N...god, I love you. And I can’t take another day of us not taking this a step further. You’re...you’re perfect to me. I can’t find the right words to describe you. Safety...warmth...my home.” He pulled out a ring box and opened it, revealing a beautiful small diamond, “I know this isn’t the biggest rock in existence bu-”
“Yes!” You couldn’t stop the smile plastered across your face, jumping back and forth from each leg quickly, “Yes. A million times yes, Eddie.”
“-will you marry me?” Eddie smirked as he finished his sentence, pushing the band onto your ring finger.
He stood up and you immediately jumped into his arms, wrapping yourself around him as he laughed. You could hear the cheers coming from the group on the pier, more than likely annoying the other patrons, but truly not giving a damn.
“I love you,” you said, pressing kisses all over Eddie’s face as your feet touched the ground again, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He cupped your chin in his hands, pressing his lips against yours as his free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tightly into him. Your fingers threaded through his hair as your kiss deepened, mouth parted. He breathed a sigh of relief as he pressed his forehead against yours, the kiss breaking for just a moment as you wiped his tears away.
“I think we need to go tell them the good news, huh?” You laughed as you looked back at your three friends on the pier.
When you got back to the pier and to your table, the three others were staring at you inquisitively. When you held your hand up, Nancy and Robin rushed over to you from their seats, wrapping you tightly in a hug as Eddie and Steve shared a fist bump.
“Finally!” Robin squealed, “We’ve known about it for three weeks now.”
“It was so hard not to let it slip,” Nancy snorted.
“Three weeks?” You laughed, glancing over at Eddie, “You had this planned out all along?”
“Well..not them coming along but, ya know.” Eddie laughed.
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greypetrel · 1 year
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Taking way too long in the shower for Aisling/Cullen c:
Hello, thanks for asking! 💜
So, something new for today, I hope you’ll like it!
Since I already delved into canon hair routines (here’s the last one, we have horrified Cullen fighting poor haircare and a girlfriend who doesn’t give two cents over it)… I’ll indulge myself a little in a Modern AU.
You remember this drawing of the DadWolf with the twinsies on a leash? Well, Aisling and Dorian are under the joint custody of Solas and Varric, Varric is a novelist and Solas teaches Theoretical Magic (aka Physics) at university. It’s years later, twinsies are grown to be less destructive but still rebellious teens (Varric: “I thought you liked rebels, Chuckles. Should I remind you what you were up to, at 18?), Cullen has been the kindergarden friend they grew up together with. We’ll return into good old ship dynamic totally oblivious + internally screaming. And a thank to @ndostairlyrium for giving me ideas and bainstorming with me.
(I haven't decided on the nature of the relationship between Varric and Solas, you're free to speculate, that one comic panel wasn't that clear so why should I.)
Bonus doodle at the end! Tis the prompt list.
Either way, it ends (.)
They were getting late, and Aisling was still closed in the bathroom. And judging by the noise of running water and of her humming not so quietly a song from the wall behind him, she still was well in her shower. She had said it would have been quick, she would have been in and out before anyone realised. In truth, Cullen was slouched on her bed, head propped against the poster-covered wall, a full collage of metal bands with unreadable names and polaroid pictures she took in the years with one of her dads’ old machine, portraying a wide set of subjects from family, friends, places she visited, people she knew caught in weird and funny faces or positions, and a set of totally random subjects -apparently, he knew very well that if he asked, she would have come out with a perfectly reasonable, if out of the box, explanation for them. Legs spread wide in front of him and calves dwindling down the side. He grew almost too tall for that position, long gone were the days when they sat like that and just listened to music, switching between her and his preferred songs.
High school was over, they were bound to go to a big party that Hawke organised for the whole class to celebrate the well-earned summer rest. He didn’t want to go, he hated parties and frankly speaking he still wasn’t sure, after years, whether Hawke liked him or hated him. But Aisling has insisted, asked him nicely if he wanted to come with her.
“Come on Cul, you know my dad and his stupid rules, he won’t let me go if you and Dorian aren’t there! It will be fun, I promise, the minute you get bored we’ll go!” She had told him, pouting just a little, and he had said yes and she had beamed and hugged him with a thank you, in a well-reharsed routine of theirs.
In the years, he had become the “responsible, reliable friends” in their rag-tag family, the one that meant the siblings would have got back home all in one piece… Or not, but in that case it would have been all their own doing. They had become a well-established trio, from back at kindergarden when Aisling suddenly took an interest in his books and, after informing him very solemnly that now they were friends, started to defend him from bullies, up to every single stage of school and growth. She and Dorian were now part of his family, welcomed and expected to meals whenever their dads were together outside town or busy, and he was welcomed there in tow, even unannounced, they always made space for him too, and made him feel welcome. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t have only the 3 siblings that shared his blood, but two more, gained through years and years, and now painfully long waiting for the elf to get out of the shower.
Except, he didn’t want to be her brother, he hadn’t wanted to be her brother too since… Well, since years, now. He still hadn’t told her, but she never seemed interested in anything more, didn’t treat him any differently than Dorian, and well… He wasn’t going to stay there for much longer, so what was the point? Not that he told her that as well…
So, right now, looking at the hour on his cellphone yet again, he sighed and slouched a little more, not caring if his shirt got wrinkled. Mia and his mother would have scolded him to no end, but he couldn’t care less. He didn’t care about Hawke’s party or being pretty, and sure as sunrise, Aisling never cared much about looks alone.
“Still inside?” Came with a knock on the door. Cullen opened his eyes, not bothering to rise up. It was long since he gained the level of confidence to slouch freely in that house - even if Solas still put him in awe, no matter how much the professor treated him amicably. Dorian peeked in the door, half-ready himself and looking at him with a knowing look.
“Yeah. We’re gonna be late even if she comes out now.”
“Got it, Romeo, I’ll fix it.”
“Ro-? What?”
“Come on, Cullen. She could tell you she wants to dig people up from the cemetery to try to play Frankenstein and you would answer by picking the spade up.” He sighed, staring at him. “It’s ok with me, you’d be cute together. You picked the less handsome sibling, but tastes are tastes.” He teased, rushing away with a laugh as Cullen playfully tossed him a pillow.
Ten seconds later, there was Dorian slamming over the bathroom door, yelling at Aisling to just quit it and leave the bathroom, or he would have told Solas she was planning on more tattoos.
… More? What did it mean more?
It wasn’t long, thankfully, since he knew. Aisling, long hair still damp swinging against her back and grumpy, marched in her room rolled in a towel and… And her whole left arm red and angry under and totally covered from shoulder to elbow in twirly vines and ivy leaves and a couple of bees, all in teal lines and shading. It wasn’t there yesterday, so…? The tattoo was thankfully a good excuse for her to not mind terribly much that he was definitely gaping at her for the wrong reasons – but she had a towel and nothing on, even if she was covered from chest to knees.
“Oh, hi! Thought you were with Dorian, sorry.”
“I- Ah, n-no, I… I waited for you here.” He fumbled, fixing his eyes on her arm and not on… Well, anywhere else.
She just shrugged and padded behind the wooden screen right beside her wardrobe, avoiding to step on random books and notes and scattered clothes that littered her floor. She never learnt to be tidy, but could find anything in her chaos incredibly easily.
“Do you have the car? I can’t drive today.” Noise of drawers being opened and closed.
“Yes, I borrowed mom’s… What happened?” He was thankful for the change of topic, and cleared his throat, blushing as he saw her tossing the towel on top of the screen, trying to focus on not imagining her naked by turning his head towards the door.
“I solved the Vallaslin crisis, but Solas wasn’t appreciative. I’m technically grounded from tomorrow morning, and just because Dorian complained that it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t go to the party without me, as per his stupid rule.” She grumbled, with a sigh.
The “Vallaslin crisis” happened all but last week: she had decided to get a Vallaslin. She never knew her biological parents or remember much, but knew they were Dalish… And had decided she wanted to honour her roots by getting a Vallaslin. She had plans, contacted a Keeper that provided the service, spoke with her and had her ok, they agreed on a design for her -Cullen had seen it, it wasn’t as intrusive on her face as some were. But still, when she told her dad about it, he got incredibly angry. As she communicated him right away, writing her anger in caps lock. He thought of the tattoo and chuckled.
“You got a tattoo that isn’t a Vallaslin?” He asked, knowing the answer.
“Yes!” She exclaimed, peeking from the screen with a big smile on her face, expression all lit up as every time she was happy about something. “Do you like it? I wanted to do the whole sleeve, but we ran out of time and money…”
She explained, the left arm peeking out from the screen as she rolled it around, proudly, for him to look. It really was pretty and it suited her, the teal always looked good on her, even if her skin was angry and red.
“So, that’s why it took you so painfully long in the shower?” He asked, teasing.
“As if you didn’t take half an hour just for your hair!”
“My hair needs half an hour and a lot of products to look decent, you are just a klutz.”
“I am not a klutz! But it hurt like hell under hot water, I had to take more care!”
“So, you had a huge tattoo without knowing any better about its aftercare and needed to figure out things on your own?” He snorted. “Sounds like a klutz, klutz.”
In all reply, there was a tube flying in a parable from behind the screen towards Cullen, which he caught mid-air, snorting a laughter. Bepanthol cream, it said. He turned it around in his hands, with no better to do than fidgeting a little.
“You’re just envious that I am in a rebellious phase that listening to so much Ed Sheeran tuned totally down from you, mr Perfect.” She rebuked. Never one to leave the last word to another person, she was, and he smiled at it.
“Sure, I’m very envious that your rebellious phase forces you to ask me to drive you around, and almost electrocuted you in an experiment the other-”
“Fuck, SSSHT!” She peeked from the screen again, a finger on her lips and eyes wide, nodding towards the open door. “If Solas knew that, he’d lock me in this room until First Day.” She whispered, emphatically.
“It would be a better excuse than being late because you did a reckless thing and hurt yourself in the shower, still.”
“Well, at least now you have to wait for me sitting all comfy, and not helping me climb out the window and down the back porch. You’re very welcome.”
They bantered, again in an old-formed habit without a hint of animosity between them, until she finally stepped out of the screen in a green tartan print dress, a square-cut skirt barely reaching her knees at the shortest and puffing up a little around her waist, thin straps holding a straight bodice up to her shoulders, and left close by her hand clamping on the back opening.
“Can you help me, please? I can't get the zip up…”
Cullen swallowed, as she turned towards him and deftly swept her hair over her shoulder, revealing too much back than he was comfortable with, included the hooks of her bra. They grew up together, she was very touchy, it would have been impossible not to had physical contact with her, and he saw her in her highest and lowest, saw her puking her guts out the first time they all three got drunk and did turns for the bathroom in a -futile- hope their parents won’t have caught on them. And yet…
“S-sure.”
He kicked back up, sitting straight on the edge of the bed, hands shaking a little with nerves as he took hold of the fabric to keep it down with a hand, the other bringing the zipper up, maybe a little slower than it would be necessary. But so close, her hair smelled like peaches and her skin was soft and smooth and warm, where his knuckle brushed against her spine. As he had imagined it would be. He prayed it didn’t feel as awkward to her as he felt it was, fumbling in the new sense of intimacy of the gesture, and that her utter obliviousness whenever anyone flirted with her saved him yet again. He grunted, when he was done, and patted her shoulder, awkwardly.
“Well, don-”
“OUCH!” She hissed in pain, and Cullen realised he was so up in his head that he had, mistakenly, patted her left. Freshly tattooed.
Aisling retreated one step, right hand coming to clutch hard at her left arm and hissing in pain yet again as she did it.
“FUCK!” She exclaimed, before groaning.
“Language, young miss!” Came yelling from below, in a tired voice.
Cullen chuckled, turning to retrieve the tube of pomade she had tossed to him before and gesturing to her to come closer. He had to tell her. He really did. But she would have been sad, and he wanted to drag this a little further. Just another evening of their normality, bantering just because about taking too much time in the shower, about music tastes, about food, about experiments or what to do Saturday night until words were exhausted and they could rest and not speak together for a while. Just one evening more, drag the softness of childhood again for some more time, let problems be easy for still a little more.
And indeed she sat beside him, offering her left arm with a huff, as if it was the most normal things to do. He uncapped the tube, and started spreading a film of cream over her upper arm, delicately as he could. He realised he had used too much of it, but she didn’t seem to mind the contact, and if she felt like this was more intimate than their usual, she was apparently better then him at hiding.
Dorian reached them after a minute, groaning because Aisling still was not ready, and causing a whole new banter that now involved all three of them. Again, it was normal, it was trivial and something that surprised no one -certainly not Solas that hopped up the stairs and peeked inside to check what they were up to, still at home, reminding them they were running late with a chorus of “It’s Aisling’s fault!” from the two boys, and an outraged protest from the elf.
They finally made their way down and out, with a last recommendation from Solas to be careful, always stick together and for the love of Noam Chomsky, do him a small favour for once and remember that the curfew was at 1am and they were all expected back by then by both him and the Rutherfords.
The party was nice, as far as party went. Aisling’s new tattoo was enough to make everyone forget that they were 45 minutes late, and caused lots of cheers -and a very envious Raina Hawke yelling she wanted one as well. And it went as parties always went for them. Aisling dividing herself in dancing and keeping Cullen -the wallflower who didn’t like to dance- some company, sitting with him.
She was very pretty this evening, even with half an arm covered in plastic foil and glistening from cream. They toasted to the end of prisony -aka high school- and to the future ahead. Toasted again to pray for universities to reply with positive answers. Not that for Aisling and Dorian there were ever many doubts, both being on top of their classes and related to a renowned professor, but still they really did care to enter to the Physics program for merit and not connections, and entering together as they always did things.
Cullen changed the topic when she asked which university and program he applied to, if he in the end decided to apply for History as he sometimes hinted the rare times he spoke about his plans.
He didn’t tell her that he applied and received a scholarship for the Royal Military Academy. That he applied and was accepted for officer training, and was bound to leave come September. No. He would have told her, of course, but… He didn’t want to spend these last weeks with her sad because seeing each other would be difficult in the autumn, as he knew she would be. Let them be filled with friendly banter, with going to a last Ed Sheeran concert he already bought tickets for, even if she hated it - but loved having pizza afterwards and chatting about music. He would have followed in exchange to some club where an unknown metal band that didn't sing but screamed played, just them three and the other 5 people that actually knew who played. He loved having pizza afterwards as well.
As for his feelings, making his heart beat faster and plastering a smile on his face as she was sitting there and talking loudly to be heard over the music, gesticulating with a bottle of beer in her hand… Well. Those he could keep for himself.
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I Hate You (Affectionately) Part 19
A/N: The journey is coming to an end. This won't be the last part, there will be an epiloge. Thank you for reading, liking, rebloging and commenting. This is my first long fic I ever finished and I am very proud of myself. I hope you enjoyed it and will stay after I finished this fic.
Summary: Once you were friends. But everything changed one day…
Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x fem!reader
Warnings: childhood friends to enemies to adult lovers, slow burn, Santi is an idiot, angst, pragnancy, fluff
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After You let Santi into your apartment you talked. There was screaming and crying involved. You may have woken your neighbour but you didn’t care. After you both calmed down you actually spoke about the elephant in the room. You never found common ground except that you wanted to keep it. Santi was relieved to hear the news. He would have supported you if you would abort it. After hours of talking you were too tired to let the subject consume your thoughts.
You sat on your uncomfortable sofa in your living room, your feet in Santi’s lap while he carefully rubbed your calves. “I think I need to move?” Santi looked over to you. “Why did you ask me. Do you need to move?” You nodded. Then shook your head. “I don’t know. Santi help me!” The man next to you snorted. “I would say yes. The neighbourhood isn’t the best for the little miracle. The apartment is too small. And it’s too far away from me.” You smiled at the last part.
“If you let me, I will search for a good spot for you to live.” He didn’t want to step on your toes yet again. He wanted to say that both of you could move in there. You sensed what he actually meant. You looked over at him with a tired yet soft smile on your lips, “Santi? Let’s make a pinkie promise.” Santi raised his eyebrow at you. “Don’t look at me like that. We always did that! Why should I change tradition. Anyway, I don’t want to rush things. We build this relationship. Even if the kid is fifteen and we still haven’t found common ground. I will not enter a relationship solely on the fact that I am pregnant and you helped with that.” Santi nodded along to your conditions.
“You can look for that spot and I will give you my okay. No scratch that, I will give you a list of things the apartment has to include. I trust you to find me anything.” Santi nodded along. “If you want you can move in there too. So you won’t miss anything.” He shook his head, “I will stay at my flat. I have to earn my place in your home.” You nodded slowly. “I have nothing to add to my conditions. Only that you have to be there for every appointment. Or if you can’t, Benny should be with me. You are the father after all. And I want Frankie and Benny to be the godfathers.” Santi squinted his eyes, “Trust me, Santi. He is so good with kids. He will be the super fun uncle. The kid will run to him if we say no. And he can be responsible. Sif made sure he learned it.” Santi snorted again as you joined him with your own cute giggles.
The next few months flew by. You had your first check ups Santi attended. He nearly fainted as he heard the strong heartbeat of his child. The funniest one was the gender reveal. You wanted to know, Santi not. You glared at him till he gave in. A little girl. Santi’s eyes lit up. His smile had 1000 megawatt. After every appointment Santi would treat you to a strawberry cheesecake at your favourite bakery. Yor cravings established fast. Strawberries, in every variation. Cheese, peanut butter, and potatoes in every variation. Mostly fries and with rosemary. Santi joked about naming your daughter after the herb. You glared at him as you shoved your freshy made baked potatoes with rosemary into your mouth. The man through up his hands in surrender.
Your relationship improved too. It started small. You would meet for lunch dates and talk about everything and nothing. Then were dates at a nice restaurant and movie nights. Before you knew it nearly all your things were at his place. It was spacious and in a nicer area as your apartment. But still too small for three people. Santi was a little hesitated about finding a new place for you. But your relationship grew, like your child. His apartment wasn’t fit for a family, more for two people at best.
After a long, tedious period of time Santi found the perfect house for you. He still insisted he would live at his own flat. “Querida, you may have forgiven me for hurting you all those times. But I am still in your dept and don't deserve your forgiveness. So I punish myself by staying away from you and the little nene. And I see it in your eyes and I know I am selfish and you get most of the brunt.” Every time you asked if he was sure he didn’t want to move into the house too, he would decline and you would pout.
The day came and everyone packed your stuff into cardboard boxes. Your furniture was disassembled and moved to Frankie’s truck. You were in your bedroom with Sif sorting through your clothing. Sif held up a dress you would have sworn you never saw, “Throw it in the nope-box.” Sif nodded. You heard the heavy steps of Santi. He peaked inside your old bedroom. You sat on a camping stool in front of boxes of your stuff. “We will drive to the house. Assemble the kitchen and come back and do the living room next.” You nodded before blowing a kiss in Santi’s direction. He ‘caught’ it and held is hand to his heart.
After Santi left the room you looked to Sif. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Just skip the dating part and elope.” You spit out the sip of water and coughed. “I will even be your eyewitness.” You laughed before holding out your hand. Your best friend came running to your side and helped you up. “Thank you, Sif. Now I have to pee. Again.”
You never saw the house in real life. Santi only showed you pictures of it and how it looked without furniture. You sat in Santi’s car while he drove. He was nervous and his nervousness radiated off of him making you antsy too. You started to fidget in your seat and pouncing your foot up and down as best as you could while six months pregnant.
The car came to a stop. Santi looked over to you before laying a hand on your thigh. “Stop it!” “I can’t. Your nervousness is making me nervous. Why are you nervous?” Santi sighted. The traffic light switched to green. Santi didn’t want to resume the drive to your future home. “I-I,” He sighted. His brain short circuit. “What if you don’t like the house.” He lured his fear out into the open. His hands griped the stirring wheel with a steely grip. Bracing himself for your answer.
He drove into the street where your house stood. Before he was even at the right end he stopped the car. “Mi vida, close your eyes.” You did as you were told and closed your eyes. The car stopped and the engine was killed off. Then you heard the driver’s door open and close before your door was opened and Santi helped you out of his car. You huffed, “We need another car if I’m gonna do that again. A much higher one.” Santi’s heart skipped a beat. You would go through another pregnancy with his child. “Keep your eyes closed, querida.” You nodded.
You felt Santi’s rough hands on your soft shoulders. “Santi my arms feel like they are gonna fall off. When can I put them down?” His hands flew over yours so you could put yours down. He guided you in front of the house. “Open your eyes.” You chuckled, “Santi, baby. I can’t. Your hands are still on my eyes.” The man behind you kissed your cheek and chuckled in embarrassment, “Sorry, mi vida.” Gently he put his hands away and you opened your eyes. First you had to squint but slowly they adjusted to the sun. “I know it’s not much but it has five bedrooms, two bathrooms, a spacious kitchen and the thing you always dreamed of; a huge garden.” Your eyes were wide. Santi was worried about you. He couldn’t see your reaction just your posture and it looked very tense. “Mi vida? Everything okay? You look tense. Don’t you like the house? I didn’t fully buy it. I can put it back on the market. We can-“ You let out a wet giggle, “It’s perfect, Santi. Don’t worry.” You felt a sharp kick and winced, “The bean is approving too.”
Santi put his hand on your stomach. You guided him to the kicking of your daughter. He smiled before kissing you behind the ear and closing his eyes. He was content, he was at ease, he was home.
You stood there for a while and it felt nice but you wanted to see the rest. “Santi?” The man in question hummed. “Can I see the inside or am I only allowed to see the outside.” Santi eyes snapped open and widened. “Yes of course. How bad are your feet. Do you think you can make it up some stairs?” You nodded confidently.
Santi showed you the house. With every room his eyes got brighter. You walked up the stairs with the help of him. “And this will be your bathroom. The door can be unlocked from the inside and has a second entry right in the bedroom.” He opened the door and showed you your new room. It had more space. Right in the corner stood a mobile crib. "Frankie brought it over. Said it was a life saver. It can be disassembled and put together anywhere. So our little Chiquita can sleep anywhere and no one has to buy a crib for her.”
You walked over and looked at it. You felt your floodgates slowly opening. Santi showed you around the upper floor. Some rooms weren’t finished yet, other where empty. He opened a door with a lot of light due to a huge window, “How about a home office in here?” You could only nod along. Too overwhelmed with your new home. Santi took your hand and brought you in front of a still closed door. “It was the second room I wanted to be finished. I hope you like it. Sif helped with the colours and decor. You know I am hopeless.” You giggled softly.
You opened it and gasped softly. The room had grey walls with drawings of Winnie Pooh and his friends. You loved the honey lover with all your heart and read the book every night to your bump and Santi. There were all the friends of the Hundred-Acre-Wood. Pooh sat in the crib. You walked in and looked around before looking at Santi. “This is beautiful. Santi, please don’t punish yourself and come home to us.
Your phone rang next to you on the coffee table. You tried to grab it but had to try free times before you could pick up. “Sorry, honey. Our daughter was in the way. So, date night." There was a short pause on the other end. "Date night?" You giggled, "Date night." "Ah, right. Tonight?" "Yep."
There was a short pause again. "Your place or mine?" You huffed out a laugh, “There is no me or your place. You moved into our house last week.” Santi sighted. You could see him standing in his office with his hand on his forehead and leaning on his desk. “I forgot. Sorry, mi amore. I will be there at six thirty or seven. I have a few things to clean up at work. Shouldn't take too long, sound good?" You smiled giddily, "Alright, see you at seven sharp." You could hear the smile from the other end of the phone. "See you then, I'll bring flowers." Your smile got bigger, “I restocked your beer supply.” “I love you even more. How did I get so lucky?” “You knocked me up.” Santi huffed while you chuckled. “Come home soon, love. We miss you.” He hung up with the promise of leaving the office now and coming home soon.
Santi walked through the door craving a hug from you. He slipped out of his office oxfords before walking down the hall to the spacious living room. He searched for you before seeing you behind the kitchen island. His frown turned to a smile before switching back into a frown. You looked like you were in a lot more pain then any other time your daughter kicked.
You looked up and tried to smile, “Hey honey! I have to postpone date night. Our daughter is crashing it. She wants out. Now!” Santi freaked out.
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drades-lair · 2 years
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Mates
The club was just what Blitz wanted right now, loud music, smell of smoke and good drinks. Work had been literal hell this week, so Blitz needed just a few hours of distraction before going back to reality. Wearing his leather jacket, black wash jeans and crimson button-down Blitz was strutting his stuff right to the bar. The bar tender slid a bottle of beer to Blitz that he caught single handed, taking a swig. "Well, well, if it isn't Blitzo!" Came an all too familiar voice that caused Blitz to spew his beer. "Fizz? What the fuck are you doing here?" Blitz exclaimed, spinning around to face the other imp. "I should be asking you that. Looking for someone else’s life to ruin?" Fizz taunted Blitz took note of how Fizz wasn't wearing his usual jester get up instead dressed in a long-sleeved yellow sweater and blue jeans leaving his partial horns exposed without the hat. Blitz felt the white patch on his face ache a little at seeing Fizz's damaged horns. "Of course, not and as I recall it wasn't me who ruined your life!" Blitz shot back bitterly "Oh really! Says the fuck up who couldn't even tell the simplest jokes!" Fizz spat back "Whatever can you just fuck off all ready! I’m trying to enjoy myself," Blitz growled irritably "Oh no! You don't get to just walk away this time! You fucking screw up! You can't do anything right ever! You fucked up my life and everyone that followed! Begs the question when are you going to fuck up the lives of your 'employees'? Hmm?" Fizz berated Blitz making him grimace as Fizz's words burrowed their way into his brain. "N-no! I'm...I wouldn't..." Blitz tried to defend himself but those words were the exact things he'd said to himself on more then a few occasions. "Sure, you will Blitzo! You ruin everyone and thing you come in contact with!" Fizz's words carried so much venom Blitz felt it penetrating his very soul. "Sounds like Yer speakin' from experience," Blitz damn near gave himself whiplash with the speed he spun his neck around towards the second familiar voice of the evening. Leaning against the bar with a leg crooked, cowboy hat tipped over his face and a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand was Striker. A single yellow eye peered from under that hat straight at Fizz and there was a very distinct rattle sounding from his direction. "Who the fuck are you?" Fizz asked indignantly "Me? I'm the fucking mate of the one you're belittling," Striker growled low as he pushed off the bar to come stand next to Blitz. "Mate!? There's no fucking way you've got a mate!" Fizz exclaimed in true shocked surprise "Aw, what's the matter bitch? Jealous Blitz was able to get a hot piece of ass like me?" Striker taunted flashing his fangs "Striker, you don't need to do this! I had this handled!" Blitz interjected irritability "I know you did Darlin' but as a source of pride I can't let this bitch get away with sayin' those things to Ya," Striker retorted with a wink Blitz could appreciate what Striker was trying to do but at the same time he couldn't shake what Fizz had just said. Striker's tail snaked around Blitz's calve as he reached up to not so subtly adjust his bandanna revealing the mating mark on his nape. "You're a fucking cocky bastard! Its absolutely disgusting!" Fizz sloppily insulted as he flushed red. "Sure am, also a better lay then you ever were," Striker shot back with a hiss Blitz by this point felt like he should say something but found himself tongue tied, it was a very unusual feeling to have someone stand up for him. Everyone hated him or at least that’s what Blitz thought most of his life proven when not even Moxxie or Millie would stand up for him when he got into shit however watching Striker right now tell Fizz to go get fucked…it was nice to have someone in his corner for once.
 “You fucker! How dare you!” Fizz growled, raising a hand to slap Striker only to have his hand snatched mid air.
“Now, now, no need for that,” Striker hissed again, his tail rattling furiously now from where it still sat coiled around Blitz’s calve. Suddenly a low growl erupted from Blitz drawing both Fizz and Striker’s attention to him.
“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Blitz snarled, pushing himself between Striker and Fizz now much to the surprise of both parties. Striker released Fizz’s hand as Blitz firmly planted himself between them, teeth bared and eyes flashing red with anger. Fizz took a step backwards at the sudden display of dominance from Blitz, a side he’d not seen before. Blitz’s spines were flared on his back as his tail coiled tightly around Striker’s waist in a possessive manner, but Striker didn’t mind in fact he gave a smug smirk in Fizz’s direction.
  “What the fuck? What’s wrong with you?” Fizz asked hesitantly
“You can say or do whatever you want to me but if you touch him, I will tare your fucking throat out!” Blitz snarled
Fizz was so taken aback by this display he lost all the gumption he once had instantly backing up before huffing a scoff as he headed for the nearest exit door. Blitz waited till Fizz was out of sight then he turned to face Striker who still had that smug smile plastered on his features. Striker was just about to say something when Blitz roughly used his tail to yank the pale imp into a heated kiss, a claiming kiss which Striker happily returned.
“Fuck Blitz! Never knew how possessive you could get,” Striker chuckled upon pulling from the kiss.
“No one but me is aloud to touch you!” Blitz growled against Striker’s nape where the mating mark he placed there was.
“Hmm, love when Ya talk dirty sugar. How’s about we blow this place before Ya start fuckin’ me right on the bar top?” Striker suggested with a hum of approval
“Yes,” Blitz simply breathed out
The two of them quickly paid their way then took off out of the club, Blitz hopping on bombproof behind Striker, tail still coiled tightly around the other imp’s waist. On the ride back to Blitz’s apartment Striker could feel Blitz caressing along his sides and hips.
“You know, standing up for me was pretty hot cowboy,” Blitz purred seductively into Striker’s ear.
“That’s my job Darlin’, You might be my dominant but, in the end, we’re mates which means we protect one another,” Striker responded so nonchalantly and perhaps for him it was just how things were but for Blitz this was a new concept, something he’d never experienced.
“I…I’ve never…had someone do that for me…” Blitz hesitantly stammered out, pressing his face to the back of Striker’s neck to breath in his scent.
“I know…but that’s no longer the case, I will always defend Ya Blitz,” Striker promised glancing over his shoulder.
“And that just makes you hotter,” Blitz smirked gripping Striker’s hips a little harder
Striker released a deep chuckled at that, clicked his heels to get bombproof to go a little faster so they could get back to the apartment as soon as possible in order to show his mate exactly how much he loved him. 
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tobiramamonmari29 · 1 year
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Tajima point of view:
I never really liked sports, or even classes, in fact I rather hate school. And strangely, I found myself after class again in this place that I hated so much. but there's a logical reason I did this, it wasn't for yet another hour of glue. Nah it was for a boy, yeah I'm the horny little high school girl in the shojo who crushes on a member of the basketball team. almost too good of a romance, I know, but you know who doesn't know? It's Butsuma Senju, he's in his last year and what he doesn't know is that I've been in a crush on him for 2 years. We are friends, let's say where my presence comes from, even if we weren't, I was never far to tell the truth.
To say that I stay to contemplate my crush is a bit strong, I had never done it before for my old crushes. Nan Butsuma doesn't know it yet but we are soul mates, that's obvious. It's obvious, in all the dreams and scenarios I do to sleep tall that we are.
suddenly I find myself badly sitting on a bleacher watching idiots running with an orange ball in their hands a whole field. I don't know anything about basketball, and I don't intend to make an effort to understand. all i see is butsuma running with the help of his super muscular calves and when he puts the ball in the basket his tee shirt shows off a gorgeous caramel toned chest.
I have no idea who won, I only shout when it's my senju, I mean senju scores. the others are streetlights in my eyes, so much so that I didn't bother to remember their names.
while I fantasized about the senju's tight and sweaty complementing tee, which showed more than enough but still not enough for me, that I hadn't noticed that the match was in its last innings. And I still haven't figured out who won, way Butsuma will tell me.
I started to look at the face of the Senju, I forgot to say it was the captain of the team. So it's very sexy to see him shouted at people. Just his angry face is like being whipped, not everyone likes it, but he loved it.
the match was over, I didn't take a second longer to stay in the stands. As much as my ass is fucked, I prefer it to be Butsuma. My god I was badly seated, it's stiff as a picket that I heard the other man against a wall.
butsuma didn't take long knowing that I must surely be waiting for him like a big psychopath. It was with a sigh that he greeted me the asshole, the worst part is that I love it. Something must surely be wrong with me, who likes his crush to sigh on him?
butsuma: Tajima, I'm sure you didn't understand anything? I growl at his question as he chuckles. We won.
Tajima: Is it thanks to this shot from afar?
Butsuma: Yeah thanks to my three point.
Tajima: It was a nice shot.
Butsuma: Thank you very much.
I just held her, because I had the right to see her pelvis, and her blue boxers, and the beginning of her magnificent chocolate bars, if I don't care.
Butsuma: you know Tajima, if you had been a basketball I would never have made the pass.
Tajima: what? But why is that? I thought it was forbidden to keep it too long.
Butsuma: I know, it's just that I always want you near me.
Tajima: Shit, it was so bad and hot at the same time I don't know what was going on.
butsuma: do you want to meet tomorrow after my basketball training?
Tajima: Damn, I want this.
Butsuma: Cool.
Tajima: as you say.
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etherealsomething · 1 year
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3/8/23
The profundities of existence 
God, how I hate the complexities of life. I hate how the value of modern human existence is reduced to the amount of work and productivity one can produce. I feel like my body is aching for the moment when I can speak out and bask in the beauty of the world, free of any capitalistic desires. I probably sound like some pretentious leftist liberal arts student right now. I could honestly care less about politics. As a trans woman, I probably should. But I struggle enough with remembering what clothes I have in my closet—working memory and ADHD or what chronically online people call ‘object permanence’–let alone what people are signing into law in Washington DC. But that's really not what I want to talk about right now…
I wish my body could just melt away. I feel so stressed all the time and I don't even know why. I carry an invisible weight on my shoulders. My neck strains and yearns for release. My back aches from lurching over a computer screen, flashing with the lights of pseudo-educational nothingness. My calves are sore at the end of every day from holding a tension I didn't even know existed. 
Im constantly looking for a way out. A way to fall away into the void of relaxation. 
I want to run away and fall into a field of pink and blue flowers. I want honeybees to brush my cheek as I lie there. Basking in it. Taking in the complete lack of stimulus. 
Maybe that's what this is all about. 
Forced overstimulation. The modern world–fucking society–is built upon this desire for stimulation in all forms. Everything is moving faster. Social media is full of horrific examples of this. Like explosive cows locked in a cattle car, the internet has become this effective mental sabotage of stimulation. Tik tok, youtube, instagram, snapchat, twitter. They're all littered with videos meant only to ensnare you, draw you in, and trap you with their pretty colors and empty promises of entertainment. And it ruined my brain. Fried it. 
I like to say that the internet casts spells. 
You open up an app like running your finger against an inscribed glyph and you bear witness to tongues spoken only in these electronic tomes. And they trap you. Influencers are witches. The internet is a coven. 
God, I sound schizophrenic. C’est la vie. 
I think I believe in a god. Call it the universe. Call it a higher power. I don't care. I like the term ‘God’. It feels good to give it a name. And ‘God’ has such power behind it. It's riddled with over two thousand years of history. People have died for ‘God’. People have devoted their life to ‘God’. I don't think that proves its existence but it sure as hell proves its power. 
People seem to have an issue with this God. People seem to take issue when I say I believe in God. I think it’s because they think it's tied to the Judeo-Christian God; this “holy father” who created the universe and gave life to the first humans. To be fair, the God of the Old Testament is fucked up. That guy was crazy. Ruthless even. He sent fires and floods and angels that melted the minds of powerful men. He asked Abraham to sacrifice his son. He wanted to test his creation. Punish humanity for their power. But New Testament God is a little bit nicer. He got Mary pregnant (not necessarily very nice) with the messiah. Jesus was born to take the brunt of all of humanity's sins. He was sacrificed in place of all of mankind. So that was nice I guess. But I don't know how much I believe in this god. This antithetical, all-powerful being. I think my God is much smaller than that. It's more intertwined in existence. I see it in how snowflakes fall so peacefully. I see it in the roots of trees when they pop out of the ground. I see it in my friend’s smile. I see it in myself. I think my idea of god is more connected to the beautifully chaotic randomness of the universe. I believe in beauty. That is my god.  
I've been wearing a rosary as of late. The last couple of months I think–since the start of this year at least (it’s the beginning of March as I write this). I think it's tied me more to this idea of divinity. It consumes me. I feel it in my heart. When I get anxious or when I don’t know what to do with my hands ill grab the crucifix hanging from my neck. I already stated that I don't really believe in the Judeo-Christian god but I find the imagery compelling. I see Jesus as this iconographic figure of divinity in humanity. Proof that my idea of God is part of every human being. Jesus acts almost as this symbol, not for the repentance of my sins, but for the little piece of divinity found in each and every one of us. The idea of the crucifix fascinates me. It draws me near. This idea that one's belief in divinity could lead to such torturous violence and that Christianity worships this sacrifice. I'm not saying I don't find his martyrdom honorable, I just think it’s a bizarre figure to make the poignant logo of your belief. 
I feel the need to explain my relationship with god to its fullest extent. My beliefs. My doctrine. 
I believe in God. A god of beauty. A god of humanity. An energy so powerful that it penetrates everything. God is the detail you find when you look at something–anything. Not just see it but look at it. God is the emotion you feel deep in your stomach whenever you bear witness to something beautiful. I think this God rules everything, embuing it with divinity. It's what makes life worthwhile: searching for the divine. It's there, I promise you. And once you look for it, you'll start to feel it. This godly energy, the holy being that embodies the world around you. The beauty of it all must be purposeful and that’s why I think God exists. The universe needs this ‘higher power’ to imbue itself into the fibers of existence. 
This idea of God comes out in everything I do. A divine purpose that makes my life meaningful. This god has given me the ability to see the beauty of the world, to make beautiful things, and to bask in it all. When I sit and read my tarot cards I feel its power, not in the divination of the cards or in the magic of it, but in the very act of doing anything. Because what is divinity if not the power to experience existence? I charge my crystals at night because it's a beautiful thing to do. I sage my room because it gives it a beautiful scent. I walk in the rain because it’s a beautiful experience. I bask in academia and study because that knowledge is beautiful. Everything I do is an act of god. Because it’s beautiful.
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schlongus-journey · 1 year
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Surgery - day 1
Before surgery, I had to get medical clearance (requiring bloodwork and an EKG) from my primary care doctor. As well, I had to get a COVID test 72 hours beforehand since it would be 6 days of in-patient stay at the hospital.
I was not allowed to take NSAIDs like ibuprofen for 2 weeks before surgery. No eating or drinking after midnight the night before, no lotion or deodorant after my last shower, and no jewelry.. I was also supposed to stick a scopolamine patch behind my right ear to help with nausea after surgery.
I woke up at 4 AM on Nov 14th, unfortunately dizzy as fuck because of the scopolamine (and what I presume were the interactions with my other meds). I arrived at the hospital at 5:15 AM for the 7:30 AM surgery as directed. After checking in, they took me to a pre-op room for me and my husband (we'll call him J) to wait in. I kept saying "Are you excited?" to him over and over. "Not as excited as you are," he replied. I wiped myself down with disposable sponges, brushed my teeth with mouthwash, cleaned my nose with disinfectant, then put my hospital gown and little grippy socks on. They stuck an IV in me (I hate IVs). The nurse saw fit to tell me it was a "huge needle" before sticking it in, which I was not very happy about.
After much waiting and being introduced to the surgical team one-by-one, I said goodbye to J and my gurney was wheeled to the operating room (whee!). The operating room was full of people, who all were very excited to see me. There was a very positive energy in the room, and they were making quips and jokes. I remember Dr. Keith laughing and saying something about how warmth helps stave off infection while I slid over to the actual operating table and they draped a heated blanket over me. The anaesthesia started flowing, and the last thing I recall is Dr. Keith drawing some sort of symbol on my right knee in green marker (at the time it looked like "Hi :)" which confused the heck out of me, but post-op it just looked like some sort of asterisk). Then I took a nice 20 minute (read: 7 hour) nap.
Around 2 PM or 3, I woke up in a different room, where I would stay until Saturday. Everything hurt. Everything hurt a goddamn lot. My groin hurt. My legs hurt - especially the right one. My head hurt from the scopolamine, my stomach hurt from hunger and thirst. My mouth and throat hurt from the (aforementioned) warmth because the heater was on blast and I was covered in what they called a "bear hugger" blanket, a puffy thing inflated with hot air. I told the nurses that my pain was around a 6, but looking back and using the described pain scale as reference, I was really around a 9. I was exhausted, but it was hard to sleep because of the pain.
There was a huge black thing on my right thigh attached to a tube and giving my leg a very tight, prickly, suction hug. That was my wound vac, which sucked away the goop from my flayed thigh - I could see the viscera peeking out from around the foam's edges. I had three drains attached to little pumps - two on the right, one on the left. There were two pulse oximeter patches leading to a monitor, one from my left middle finger and one from my penis. Two massage wraps were hooked up and wrapped around my calves that took turns squeezing them to keep blood circulating (this was not as nice as it sounds). I still had my IV in. And of course, I had my fucking foley catheter stuck in my urethra. That totalled to 10 wires and tubes tangling me up (if I'm not forgetting any). My friend called me spaghetti.
Other things:
I was not permitted to sit up, or even recline. My head was only allowed to incline 10 degrees. Dr. Keith told me all this in the consult, but I was not anticipating how hellish it would feel to be flat on my back with no ability to even sleep on my side for 6 straight days.
When I looked down, my new phallus was hilariously huge and swollen, looking less like a penis and more like a tube of flesh (which, to be fair, Dr. Keith did warn me about). My brain couldn't decide if this was euphoric or dysphoric and decided to settle on "alien".
I called J and told him my surgery was over. He drove over and brought me snacks. I ate two chocolate chip cookies and then was chastised by the nurses for eating, because I wasn't supposed to eat or drink (not even water) in case I needed to go back to the OR. I was so frustrated that I cried.
I knew from my hysterectomy earlier this year that 5 mg of oxycodone does not affect my pain levels in a significant way, but they had a stronger opiate called dilaudid that was administered through my IV, which helped a bunch. However I had to wait 4 hours between doses, and it definitely wore off before 4 hours.
The visiting hours were 10 AM to 8 PM. J lingered until 8:30 PM since no one kicked him out, but then he had to go home to feed our cat. I had anticipated I'd be sad without him at night, but I felt so lonely and isolated that it was overwhelming with him gone.
I hadn't known this because I had never been inpatient before, but I could barely manage to sleep because nurses came in literally every hour to check my vitals or empty my drains or listen to the pulse in my dick with a stick covered in goo.
I had to beg multiple times for the hospital to bring me my personal belongings, which I'd packed in a small suitcase. Mainly I wanted my cervical pillow and my stuffed bunny to comfort me. It took an interminably long time for the staff to find and bring it, which was another frustration.
Sometime in the night, my bladder felt so much backed up pressure that I used the call button to ask if I was actually urinating or if something was wrong. Someone who clearly didn't know what she was doing informed me that I was indeed peeing and that I just had to think about peeing and it would happen. I used the call button again. A nurse came in and realized my catheter was basically blocked up with urine and not flowing into the piss jug properly because the tube itself was way too long. The urine just. Stopped at some point along the way. She manipulated it to flow into the tube and I felt a lot better, but this problem would plague me throughout my hospital stay.
My feet kept poking past my blankets, which was sensory hell for my adhd, but the wires also tangled me up when I tried to fix it using only my feet, and of course I couldn't sit up. That, and everything else, made my sleep very restless and miserable.
I knew I was having post-op depression, but that didn't help me feel any better.
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This Life + 10 ❮2006❯
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How Do You Do
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Genre: smut
Summary: Chan is the thottie life guard at your beach that’s been trying to het into your pants since forever but hasn’t exactly earned it. 
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“It’s the big event today.” Chan’s voice rings out from over the counter, and you get up from trying to look for a certain bottle of liquor to look at him. ”Will you cheer me on, babe?”
“Depends.” You smirk, pushing your arms against the counter, the action emphasizing your breasts in the bikini top you are wearing and drawing Chan’s attention to your cleavage.  “Only if you put on a good show for me.”
You know he will. He’s always trying to impress you. It’s kinda adorable. And despite his bravado, he blushes at your words and mumbles, “I always put on a show for you.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing!” He yelps, and thrusts a bottle of sunscreen in your hands. You look at him quizzically and he regains his cocky facade. “Help me put the sunscreen on. I don’t want to get sun burned while I’m rocking your world.”
You roll your eyes, “Alright, come back here, handsome.”
Chan obeys, dimples on full display. You stand behind him, squeezing some sunscreen on your hand before smearing it on his shoulder blades. Running your hands along his shoulders and down his bulging arms, you have to admit, the boy is ripped.
As if he can hear what you’re thinking, he says, “You’re focusing so much on my arms, baby. You like my muscles?”
“I do.” You don’t miss a beat, massaging said arms. “Hmm, what a big boy.”
You can’t see his face but you can see the way his ears turn red and you know you’ve successfully flustered him. Satisfied, you let your arms drop to his pecs where you “accidentally” brush your fingers over his nipples and get rewarded with the whimper he clearly tries to hold in. 
For good measure, you sweep over his nipples again, this time eliciting a weak moan from him, before your hands move to his lower abdomen, rubbing the cream in circles and feeling his abs clench under you. 
You know he’s getting turned on, and just for fun, you breathe against his ear as you swirl your fingers just over the waistband of his shorts. Chan shivers and tries to pull away. 
“Okay, t-thank you.” He stutters, moving away but you pull him back against your chest. “I haven’t done your legs yet, baby.” 
“That’s okay. I’ll do them myself.” He struggles to say, but you immediately shut him down. 
“Nonsense.” You say firmly, “Turn around, Channie.” 
He hesitates before obeying, a grimace on his face as he turns around, flustered and taking sneaky glances at you. You don’t even acknowledge the tent in his shorts. Instead, you squirt more sunscreen onto your palm and get on your knees. 
“W-what are you doing?!” Chan yelps, but you just wrap your hands around his calves and work the sunscreen into his skin, making your way up his legs silently, focused. By the time you reach his thighs, he’s panting and his dick is straining against his shorts, almost as if it’s trying to reach your mouth that was just in front of it. Slipping your hands just under the legs of his shorts, you look up at him. His breath hitches as he holds your gaze for a second before you break it and stand up. 
“There. All done.” 
Chan’s knees almost give way and he stares at you in shock. “But---”
“The competition is going to start soon.  Run along now, baby boy. You have some impressing to do.” 
You laugh to yourself as you watch Chan limp to the men’s room.
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And boy did he impress. He won all the competitions he participated in. 
Naturally, he was strutting towards you by the end of the day, confident and waiting for you to fawn over him. 
“Look, baby girl. I won.” He puffs his chest out, displaying his trophies for you. 
“You sure did.” You smirk, and he frowns at your lack of fawning. “Don’t I get a reward?”
"What about all those trophies?"
He pouts, setting them on the bar and coming around to you even though he wasn't allowed to do that. "I meant a reward from you."
You cock your head to the side and move close to him, pressing your body against his. “Yeah, like what?”
He pauses for a second, flushing at your closeness, before saying, “A kiss would be nice.” 
You laugh, brushing his hair back. “You’re cute.” 
Chan frowns. “I’m not cute. I’m sexy.” He complains, voice slurring. “When will you take me seriously?”
“Maybe when you stop ordering tons of drinks from me just so you’d have the chance to talk to me.” You say and he whines. “So you know I like you! Why are you playing so hard to get then?”
“Because baby,” You purr, brushing your nose against his. You push him against the counter and place your knee between his legs, pressing your thigh against his dick. “You don’t impress me the slightest bit. I eat boys like you for breakfast.” 
“What do I have to do?” He whimpers, using the chance to grind against your thigh. “I’ll do anything for you.” 
“I know you will.” You kiss along his jaw and down his neck, making him buck harder against your thigh. “I could suck you so good, you wouldn’t have anything else to give another woman. I could edge you so long you’d cum on command. I could fuck you so good, you won’t be able to get your pretty dick off without my pussy again.” 
You bite down on his neck, making him groan and throw his head back in ecstasy. 
“But I won’t. You wanna know why?”
He lets out a weak sad moan, shaking his head at your question and desperately waiting for you to explain. 
“Because you haven’t earned it.”
“How do I earn it?” He says right away, breathless and needy. 
“Prove that you’re more than just a pretty face and show me that you can handle what I have to give.” You explain, running your fingers around his nipple oh-so-slow. “Start by giving yourself a ruined orgasm. If you can handle doing that without trying to save it, then maybe I’ll touch you.” 
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He tries. He tries so much but he always fails, jerking himself off just as he pushes himself over the edge, unable to take the pain that comes with cumming untouched. 
Weeks pass by, and you feel disappointed. You really thought Chan could do it. But maybe he figured it would be easier to get a girl that would let him fuck her without any ifs or buts, and he had no shortage of that. He’s gorgeous for fuck’s sake. So yeah, you’re disappointed. You shouldn’t have put so much faith in a fuckboy like him. 
But then he surprises you. 
You had just participated in a wet t-shirt contest, not really taking into consideration if Chan will watch you or not. You figured he had already given up on you. But he shows up, standing in the audience and never taking his eyes off of you, not even sparing a glance to the other girls. You can feel his gaze eat your body up as the water turns your white shirt transparent and makes it stick to your braless tits, highlighting your nipples that pebble in the cold and seem to be the focus of Chan's transfixation.
By the time you step off the stage, he had dissapeared from the audience. But you don't have to wait long to know where he went as you promptly receive a message from him. It’s a video of him in what you recognize to be the lifeguard changing rooms. You can see him wearing the navy blue swim shorts he was wearing this morning, and right in the middle is his outlined and very hard dick straining against the material. You see his veiny hands twist around the top of it, giving him stimulation that nearly pushes him over the edge as it is. But he stops before it gets anywhere. 
Placing his hands on either side of his shorts, he alternatively tugs on them, moving the material over his hard dick. "Ah hurts baby…” He cries out as if you could hear him, “So sensitive… ahh AHHH…" 
You rub your thighs together at the scene in front of you. Watching Chan squirm and try to not touch his dick is hotter than you ever imagined. 
"Am I doing good?” He breathes out wantonly, and you can see his dick twitching behind his shorts. “Is this making you wet baby? Please tell me this is making you wet because I'm going crazy. Need you to like this."
You do like it. You like it so much. 
“You looked so good up there. Wanted to push you down and cum all over your tits so everyone will know that you’re mine. Hated how they were all gawking at my girl…”
It doesn’t take Chan long to cum, he was already so riled up by watching the white shirt you were wearing do nothing to conceal your hard, perked nipples under it. He wanted to so bad to fuck your tits and cum on your face, but he knew he had to earn it. So that’s what he was doing, putting on a good show for you so you’d let him fuck you.
You see his dick twitch before the white cum seeps through his shorts, making a mess and making you wish he was there so you could jump on him and ride his dick until he cries from overstimulation. 
You know he’ll take it well too. He’s been waiting so long for it. 
Opening up the chat, you type in a message. 
“Stay where you are, pup.”
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johnsamericano · 3 years
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𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •3•
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I hope this ain't getting shitty. Thank you for reading, sexy people. Send me a message or an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list.
warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.
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taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato @painted-hills
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Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.
Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.
“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”
His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.
“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.
“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”
You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.
“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.
“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.
“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”
You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.
“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.
You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.
“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.
“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.
“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.
“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”
“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”
“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.
His house was most definitely not what you expected.
It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.
“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.
“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.
“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”
“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.
“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.
I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”
He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.
“My...ribs...”
“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”
“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”
“I like you.”
The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.
“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”
Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.
“I’m not good with words.”
“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”
“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.
“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.
“I don't know yet.”
(...)
The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.
“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.
“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”
Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.
“He will wake up, y/n.”
“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”
The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.
“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”
“I know we will.”
He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.
“Do you wanna go?”
“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.
He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.
“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.
“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”
“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”
“Wow, so cool.”
“I know.”
(...)
“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely
“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.
“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”
“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.
“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.
“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.
“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.
“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.
“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”
Why am I so dumb?
“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.
“I guess.”
“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.
“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.
“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”
“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”
Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?
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Day 71: Return
Draco had never enjoyed sleeping alone.
When he was young, he'd often crawled into bed with his mother at night. He slept better with another heart beating near his own, with arms around him, with someone's calves to warm his perpetually cold feet.
The day Draco had gotten married, one of his first thoughts was how nice it would be to never have to sleep alone again.
He was wrong.
Harry had been away on a mission for 19 day, 13 hours, and 53 minutes and Draco had hated every single moment of it, but he especially hated going to bed alone, waking up in the middle of the night alone, and waking up in the morning alone. It didn't help that he had no idea where Harry was, when he was coming back, or if he was safe.
Eventually, he managed to fall into a restless sleep out of sheer exhaustion and when he woke up again, it was still dark outside and Draco found himself in that strange hazy place between sleeping and awake.
He felt a pair of arms wrap around him and pull him back until he was pressed against the hard planes of another body, and he would recognize those arms and that body anywhere. "Harry," he managed through a slurred murmur.
"Shh," the other man whispered, "Go back to sleep. darling."
"S'this a dream?"
Lips brushed over the back of his neck and Draco's body went completely boneless. "Sleep," he whispered again and Draco wasn't sure if it was a dream or reality but he accepted the comfort either way and drifted back off.
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When he woke again, the sun was streaming through the curtains and he felt better rested than he had in ages. He rolled over and couldn't help the swell of disappointment when he found the other side of the bed empty.
He was about to get up when he heard the toilet flushing in the bathroom and his heart beat a touch faster.
A moment later the door from the bathroom opened and he watched as Harry very carefully slipped past the door and closed it without a sound. He turned and gingerly started to walk back across the room and Draco said, "You're actually back?"
Harry startled and looked up at him. He looked exhausted, dark bags under his eyes, his beard longer than he usually kept it, curls even more untamed than usual. "Yeah, love," he murmured as he crawled up from the bottom of the bed and collapsed half on top of Draco.
Draco's eyes stung and his jaw tensed, "I-" he started before his throat closed up entirely.
"I missed you," Harry whispered into his neck where his face was buried. "Godric, I missed you every second, Draco."
His breath hitched on a sob and Harry pushed up onto his forearms so he could look at him. "Sorry," he managed. "Sorry," he repeated as Harry kissed his cheeks, catching his tears with his lips. "I just-" he broke off again and tried to calm himself down, "I really missed you."
"Oh, love," Harry murmured, pulling him closer and Draco buried his face in Harry's neck, breathing in his comforting, familiar scent. "You've hardly slept at all, have you?"
Draco shook his head, "Couldn't," he replied.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, cuddling Draco closer still. "I've got you, I'm here."
"Don't leave," Draco begged, knowing it was entirely irrational but his brain was stressed and exhausted. "I was so worried about you."
"I know," Harry replied, pressing a kiss to Draco's head. "I'm sorry it was so long. It won't happen again."
"You always say that." And he knew it was pathetic and toxic, knew that it would probably lead to another fight about Harry's work, but he just couldn't seem to stop the words from slipping out.
"I know," Harry said after another heartbeat. "I know," he sighed, resigned. "And I'm done."
Draco wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, "Done with what?"
"The ministry," Harry replied. "Done with all of it," he added softly. "I spent so long running and fighting, or attending bogus functions that being their guard dog is all I've known."
Draco hummed against his chest.
"But I don't want to do it anymore, Draco."
"Do you mean it?"
Harry nodded, his beard catching on Draco's wispy hair, "Yeah. I handed in my letter of resignation before I came home, shoved everything in my office into a box."
"Harry," he whispered in disbelief.
"I know," he said, "I can hardly believe it myself but I tripped over my box on the way to the bathroom."
"What will we do now?" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged, "Anything we want. I thought maybe we could start with a vacation."
"Could we start with the rest of the day in bed?" Draco said through a yawn. "A couple more hours of sleep first?"
"Yes," he murmured, kissing Draco's forehead, "Yes, I would like that very much."
"You'll be here when I wake up?" Draco asked.
Harry stroked his fingers over Draco's side, "Yes. For the rest of our lives."
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Day 70: Patronus | Day 72: Mirrors
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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years
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If it’s not too much to ask but 🥺 can we get (y/n) sinking her nails into Harry’s back, leaving deep marks and scratches from his shoulder down to his mid back during sex. So the next day, she notices Harry is winces a bit and when she goes to lift up his shirt. She shocked to see so many bruises so now she feels terrible and offer to give him a soothing massage with some cream to make up for hurting him please 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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A/N: I was clearing out my inbox when i stumbled across this concept. I thought that this was so cute and a lil bit spicy. So I decided to do something with it...Enjoy🙃
Things got a little bit crazy last night. After a long day for both you and Harry, a night of being tangled up in each other was extremely welcomed. The two of you just went back and forth all night long, taking each other in just about every position imaginable. The only break in between you two going at it was to eat dinner. And even in the process of making it, Harry took you right against the counter. To put it simply, it was a great night for the two of you. And despite the fact that you both were exerting energy moving your bodies against each other’s, you and Harry had no complaints whatsoever. Especially you. Throughout the night you made countless offers to take control and focus in on Harry and pleasuring him. Now he did give in, but that was only once. The other offers you made were met with really sharp and deep thrusts, along grunts from him telling you to shush. Which you did in fact do, just with your offers to focus on him a bit; not your moans. Those, you simply could not control. 
There was literally no way that you could possibly hold back the screams, whimpers, and moans that left your mouth as a result of Harry’s relentless thrusts into you. It didn’t matter what position you were in either. You could’ve been on your back or on your front, you never failed to scream your lungs out, squirm, and claw at whatever was in your reach from the pleasure Harry was slamming into you. The only difference between the two would be what you dug your nails into. When you were lying on your front, taking Harry’s cock from behind, you always clung to the sheets around you if your arms weren’t pinned to your lower back and used as leverage to sharpen his thrusts even more. But when you’re on your back, you cling to Harry. Unless your arms are pinned above your head, your arms are around him and your nails are subconsciously digging into his shoulders and back. You didn’t mean to, it just happened. 
Harry was on top of you giving you one of the best (even though every time made that list) poundings you’d ever received from him. Not only was it deep rough and fast, it was also hard. As he shoved his cock down into you, he was quick with the movements and he made sure to push himself as deep as possible with every thrust. When doing so, Harry was lifting as much of his body as possible up just to slam all the way back down into you. This meant that he was pounding his cock into your stomach and his lower body, particularly his thighs, down into yours. He was also doing this while you were positioned in a way below him that had your legs pushed up towards your chest, resulting in your cunt being lifted a bit from the bed, which allowed him to slam down to you even better.
As he did this you were losing any shred of composure you had left in your body. You loved the incredibly balanced mixture of pain and pleasure Harry was giving to you. Your thighs were practically being torn apart as he slammed himself down into you and tore your walls apart with his cock. To make it even better, while he was showing zero mercy to your cunt and entire body for that matter, Harry was simultaneously moaning into your ear about how good it felt to pound into your perfect walls, and he even went on and on about how much he loved you (and your pussy of course). And believe it or not, it was really nice to know that he loved you to pieces while he was actively fucking you like he hated you and tearing the area below your waist to pieces. 
Fast forward to this morning and you were unsurprisingly sore from you guys’ late night activities. But before you can even recognize or acknowledge your soreness, Harry wakes up before you do. When he does, he also feels a level of soreness in his thighs and his back. But instead of fretting about it, a pretty smug smirk spreads across his face and his mind begins to wander back to everything that transpired last night. And judging by the little bit of soreness he’s feeling, he could only imagine how sore you were feeling. He did go pretty hard if he had to assess the the entire night.
After about 10 more minuets of in your words “being a stalker” (he considers it admiring) and watching you sleep while recalling the bits and pieces of last night, Harry finally decides to wake you up. It starts off with little kisses and coos into your ear, but seeing as you were knocked out, he was going to have to amp up his tactics. His gentle strokes to your back through your t-shirt turn into shakes and his voice gets a little louder. Eventually you do wake up with a couple grumbles of course before directing your attention to Harry.
“Good morning beautiful.” Harry hums, reaching his hand out to cradle the side of your head that wasn’t nestled into the pillow below.
“I’m not the one who looks like a literal god first thing in the morning but good morning to you too babe.” You reply, sending him a wide close lipped smile. 
“I strongly beg to differ on that one. But in other news, last night was fun.” Harry hums, sending a wide and smug grin your way. 
“Yeah, so much fun that i’ll be slowly regaining feeling from the waist down for the rest of the day.” You reply matter of factly. Even though you were trying to be smart, you did have an amazing time with Harry last night. It was so good that you could guarantee that it would be imprinted in your brain for a very long time, like forever. But even though you were still on cloud nine a little bit, you were also coming to grips with the soreness down there. Harry really did a number on you. 
“Want a painkiller?” Harry pouts towards you. 
“Please?” You whisper back softly. You’d take just about anything right now. Once you respond, Harry stokes your cheek one last time before moving to sit up and grab your painkillers. When he does this though, you notice that a wince leaves his mouth. Your mind instantly leaves your impending pain killers and goes right to Harry, you needed to figure out what was going on. When you see him reach towards his back, your first instinct is to lift up his shirt. And when you do, you’re met with red scratches littering his skin. “Oh my goodness babe!” You gasp, taking in all of the red scratches you’d left. Apparently you did a number on Harry too. “M’so sorry, I didn’t mean to scratch you up. It just felt so good I couldn’t help myself.” You apologize sorrowful behind him. 
“S’fine babe, at least I know that m’doing my job.” Harry chuckles, shuffling around the edge of the bed to face you. 
“I feel so bad though.” You sigh softly back to him. You liked a little bit of pain, but you didn’t want Harry to go through it if he didn’t ask. 
“Consider us even now. I always leave bruises and marks whenever we go at it and I always leave you a bit sore down there, even more so now.” Harry tries to reassure you, bringing his hand below the covers to softly wrap his hand around one of your thighs. 
“But you didn’t ask for it.” You reiterate. “At least let me give you a little massage.” You offer.
“Well I’m telling you now that I don’t mind you scratching and biting one bit. I actually like it.” He continues to reassure, giving you a light squeeze in the process. But that wasn’t going to cut it. “But if you wanna make it up to me, I guess you can rub me down with some of the soothing lotion we have in the bathroom.” Harry concedes before getting up and heading to the bathroom to grab the painkillers and the tube of soothing cream. When he comes back with the items, you promptly begin to sit up and get yourself ready to take care of him.
“Alright, how do you want me?” Harry asks, sitting the pill bottle on the bedside table and handing you the ointment. 
“On your front please. And take off your shirt too” You instruct as you slowly maneuver yourself around on the bed. Per your instruction, Harry tugs his shirt up and off of his body, leaving him completely naked before getting back onto the bed and lying flat on his front with his head burrowed into the pillows. After he’s all situated, you scoot in closer to him before lifting yourself to sit back on your calves. Normally you would straddle his waist but you were just too sore for that.
You then pick the tube of ointment from the bed, twisting the cap off before squeezing a good amount into your hand and placing the ointment back down. Now before you bring your hands down to Harry’s skin, you move the cream back and forth between your hands to warm it up a little bit. You wanted Harry to be as comfortable as possible. Once your palms are completely covered, you bring your hands to his shoulders and you begin working the product into his skin. As soon as your hands begin moving around on his shoulders, Harry instantly relaxes. Whenever you gave him little massages like this, he always felt good. Your hands were like magic when it came to his body. You knew exactly how much pressure to put on him and where to apply it. Like right now, you were expertly digging your palms into his shoulders and neck as you spread the ointment out.
“Feel good baby?” You coo down to him, continuing to spread the ointment across his skin. 
“So good.” Harry mumbles incoherently, being too engrossed in how good your hands felt on him to give you an understandable answer. As your hands continue on their journey down and across his back, Harry can feel himself awakening in other parts of his body. As if he didn’t get enough action the previous night, Harry’s cock begins to stir a bit against the bed. He wasn’t trying to get Hard, it’s just that your hands felt beyond amazing against him. After a couple more minuets of working your way down, your hands get closer to the dip in his back.
“Are there any other places where you’re sore?” You ask, stopping your movements to wait for an answer. 
“Can you get the backs of my thighs a little?” He asks, his tone a little on the timid side. He knew that you were sore as well, so he didn’t want to ask for much because of that. 
“Of course!” You reply, continuing to squeeze and dig your hands into his skin. You do this all the way down, paying attention to everything. You even spend a little time on his backside, which inevitably causes a few moans to fall from his mouth. When you get to his thighs, you really focus in on easing some of the tension in that area and relaxing him. And you did just that. Harry was on fire…but in a relaxed way. You were driving his cock crazy with the way your worked those hands of yours into him, but he was also very relaxed and ready to fall back asleep.
“Feels so good.” Harry slurs, enjoying every last drop of your massage.
“M’glad baby. Now flip over so I can get the front.” You instruct, softly tapping his backside to get him going.
“You don’t have to baby, we can just cuddle now. Know you’re sore too.” He offers. Harry was perfectly fine with what you gave him, which was way more than what he needed right now considering the fact that you were sorer than him. 
“Just let me get your chest then.” You bargain. You just wanted to make him feel good. When he turns over to face you, your eyes are immediately drawn to his cock that was swelling in his lap.
“S’just that your hands feel so good.” Harry explains once he sees you staring down towards his cock.
“M’just glad you’re enjoying it babe.” You hum. You liked seeing the good results of your work. “How about I suck you off after we take a nap.” You suggest, bringing your hands up to his shoulders to massage them a bit. 
“Only if you let me massage you once we wake up.” He barters back.
“You have a deal.” You agree.
“Good, now c’mere.” Harry says, lifting the sides of your face to pull you down to his. 
How could you not love a little pain mixed with pleasure?!
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echos-newlegs · 3 years
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Alright so this is a little different from what I have been doing, but it has been on my MIND. I swear I am working on requests too, writing a spicy Tech fic rn.
But anyways.
Due to this post by @spaceydragons I have come up with a series of headcanons for my beloved Echo, but as a country boy because as a country-ish girl myself I love them. (Was fr late to work the other day because of a farmer and his flock of geese on the road and had to help him chase them back into their pin. It had just rained so they were running to the ditch when he didn't get the gate shut all the way 😭)
But enough stories, have this series of headcanons because I feel no one would like a story over it LMAO
If you want me to do a differentcharacter for this au, just shoot me a message, ask, or a comment!! I have ideas for the rest of TBB and some other clone boys and even some Generals 😌
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Sorry this is LONG
Echo would be the type that would take you out fishing your first date.
He is a bit shy and awkward, but fishing is something that doesn't need a lot of talking, but you can.
It is something that is peaceful and relaxing, plus he can help you if need be.
Or you can even help him.
I feel like he would absolutely love hunting with you too!
Not hunting with guns, but hunting for different herbs or foods.
He wouldn't be opposed to hunting animals, but it isn't always his cup of tea.
I headcanon that maybe he and all the rest of TBB were in a war, but they made it out.
Echo lost his arm and legs to it.
Which fives told you when you first met them. "Yep, the war cost my buddy an arm and TWO legs."
Echo was not amused and wanted to beat up Fives for embarrassing him in front of a pretty lady.
He is very insecure about his prosthetics at first, but after you assure him that you think they're unique and what makes him, him. He thinks he absolutely wants to die for you.
Plus you admire the fact that he can still do the things he loves even with a fake arm. Which he doesn't always put on around you after you reassure him a few times that it's fine.
He would definitely brag you up if you caught a big ass fish.
"Oh, you caught that? That ain't NOTHIN' compared to what my girl caught down at the lake the other night. 'Bout the size of her arm!"
This may be me being biased, but he would love night fishing too.
He would put his pole up sometimes just to hold you in his lap while you let your line set in the water.
Just admiring the feel of you pressed against his chest and the way the moon light reflected off your features.
He would also love sleeping with you in a hammock.
Unless it's hotter than all get out.
Then he'd stick to two separate hammocks while the two of you talked and slowly dozed off for an afternoon nap.
He also seems like the gardener of the group along with Wrecker.
He would have a mad green thumb with his gentle giant brother.
Though Wrecker would prefer the flowers, while Echo would be more for the fruits and veggies.
Echo would be in close contact with the 501st still, as well.
Taking you over to meet his other brothers. Meet their families and friends as well.
You and Fives would click with the 501st just as well as you do the Bad Batch, and Echo would love you even more for it.
Tbh in this hc I feel TBB would be more the hillbillies and the other clone units. Especially the 501st would be the farming/rancher types.
So Echo would have traits from both.
He would take you for a ride in the tractor, too 😏
He would let you feed the animals and play with the dogs.
Rex would absolutely love you as well. For the fact you're so nice to them and help them out even when Echo isn't around, AND the fact that you are taking care of his brother.
"I haven't seen him this happy since I upped his and Fives' rank."
You would feel absolutely amazing about yourself.
Until Hardcase and Jesse demanded you cook them all a meal.
To which you would, but you'd deep down hate it only for the fact they could all eat a fucking horse, each.
You would be cooking most the night when all the boys got together.
Echo would help out, along with some of his other brothers you trusted in the kitchen.
Like Kix, Tup, and especially Fives.
No one knew how Fives was such a damned good cook, but he was.
Echo would watch you braid Tups hair and make a mental not to let his hair grow out longer.
He loves it when you run your fingers over his shorter hair, but the way Tup seemed to be nearly falling asleep against your thing as he sat on the floor in between your legs while you sat in the chair and braided his hair? He knew he'd love it.
So this actually happened to my uncle 💀. But I feel like Echo would lose his prosthetics as least once. Say he has an old truck, but he loves it? Yeah there's a hole in the floor and "PULL OVER THERE GOES MY FUCKING LEG-" "AGAIN?? ECHO-"
Okay, okay. But imagine- you, Echo, and TBB all going for drives to the lake???
I feel like everyone but Echo and Crosshair would fully submerge themselves underwater on hot days.
Cross seems like he wouldn't enjoy it much. Maybe a little? But I deadass feel like he can't swim.
This may be me projecting my own fears onto Echo(I do that sometimes.) But I really feel like he would be scared of deep waters. Even before he lost his limbs.
He only sits near the water and occasionally goes in with you, but you have to be right next to him at all times while holding his hand
Plus he won't let it go past his mid calve.
Echo would most definitely make you stuff too!
You want a new coffee table?
Bam, him and Tech made you a new one.
It's your anniversary?
Well lookie there, you have a necklace he made just for you!
He would also spoil you.
Even if he doesn't have the most money, he would do little things that meant the world to you.
OKAY OKAY- BUT PROPER DATE NIGHTS-
THey would be little picnics outdoors on a blanket with you favorite sandwiches and drink 🥺🥺
He would wear a buttoned up flannel and blue jeans with cowboy boots because they are easy to slip over his prosthetics.
You unbutton his flannel to find nothing underneath 😏
Oh, and I do feel he would have scarring from the explosion. Which I always hc him with.
He would also have a mega bad farmers tan, because same.
He'd melt each time you trace his scars and nearly malfunction when you kiss them 😩
In conclusion, he would be the best country boyfriend.
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sunflowersteves · 3 years
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bloody & bruised || a night for galas
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mob!bucky barnes x boxer!reader
𝒄𝒉. 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : Bucky had finally asked you to attend an event regarding his mob life, but nothing is as joyous as everything seems. 
author’s note : it’s been while since i posted for this series and i suddenly had some inspiration. i hope you all enjoy. **not my photo
warnings : fluff, kidnapping, rich snobs, smut!!, public sex, teasing, afab!fic, [18+ only], minors do not interact
previous ch. // series m.list // m.list 
Bucky Barnes was not a man to be trifled with. 
Bucky Barnes was a hard-headed upright murderer that held an entire underground criminal system. The NYPD and the FBI had been trying to capture him for years on end, investigation after investigation to always end up falling short. 
He was dangerous, cynical, and deadly. 
He was a man that would send people running in the opposite direction of him. He was a man that controlled the depths of the city with fear; no one dared to trifle with him.
But, James Buchanan Barnes was also a man in love. He was totally and utterly smitten. He would give you tender kisses in the morning and trace patterns on your back as you slept. Steve liked to tease the hell out of him for being able to snatch someone as astonishing as you. He didn’t want to admit it, but Steve was right. 
You had come into his life so fast, and the sweet breath of fresh air you were had surprised him. You were stubborn and took no shit from anyone—even the mobster himself. You were kind and soft. Your laughter was the purest sound he had ever heard. But you were also tough; your fists bloodied and bruised more times than he could count. 
Before you came along, Bucky placed himself deep within his work. He never really had time for anything, so he normally only had one-night stands. The transaction of a quick fuck and then leaving was the best option. There were no strings attached, no grievances, no troubles, just a quick exchange. 
But you, you were so much more. You were absolutely everything. You were the summer breeze that floated through his hair. You were fresh berries that tasted pungent yet sweet as they burst in his mouth. 
You were it for him. His partner that would rest by his side no matter what, if that’s what you wanted anyway. And a part of him hated it. He wanted to push you away, so you would not be exposed to the dangerous life that he lived. But you were worth it. You were worth the risk, always. 
And you had been absolutely stunned by the man. You were an unstoppable force that had your opponents beaten down so easily. You were strong-willed and passionate about the world around you. 
So, to find yourself slowly falling for a man who has most likely done unspeakable things came as a surprise. But, he wasn’t the scary person that everyone deemed him to be, at least not to you. He was sweet, charming, and amazing in bed—too amazing in bed.
What you found interesting, though, is that ever since that night after your match, Bucky hadn’t left your side. For eight months, he’s been high alert. As though at any minute or any second, something would jump out at the two of you. He was always looking back when you’re walking around at night. He would always insist on two bodyguards at your side constantly, even when you were in the boxing ring. 
He knew you were capable. He always tried to reassure you. However, you knew that something was suspicious. He never told you what had tormented him so badly, but he would always refuse when you would ask him what was wrong. 
You had always thought he was just embarrassed by you. You were a girl from the Bronx who knew how to fight, and it always had been an antithesis in your relationships. However, Bucky had always shut your insecurities down and made it up to you in the best way possible. 
You let out a small yawn, “what time is it?”
He smiles slightly at your gruff morning voice before turning to look at the clock. “It’s almost noon.” 
You just hummed and snuggled into his chest even further. He traced small circular patterns up and down your spine, his mind drifting off to think about work. He didn’t want to leave your warm embrace, his heart dreading the idea of leaving the silky sheets and your cold feet resting on his calves. 
“Doll?”
Your eyes flicker up to his before reaching up to give him a sweet yet somber kiss. His arms tightened around you for just a second before a finger rested on your cheek, wiping gently from side to side. 
“Yes?” You mumbled against his lips. 
“Will you accompany me to the gala tonight?”
Your eyes shot up at his question, completely catching you off guard. During your relationship, he never asked you to attend anything that regarded work. He had always said it was too dangerous, even for an infamous boxer. He always said that he just wanted to keep you safe, but still, you knew there was something else at play. 
Your eyes lit up in excitement, “really?”
He nodded, lips curling up into a smile. “Yes, really.” You giggled against his skin and relished in the warmth of it all. “Nothing would make me happier.”
“But Steve and Sam will be there the whole time and—” You groaned, interrupting his sentence as he just gave you a knowing look. You shift your arm and rest it on his cheek, his eye fluttering closed and leaning into your touch.
“What’s going on, baby?”
He let out a large sigh and opened his eyes to lock with yours. He knew he couldn’t lie to you, not anymore. You looked at him with puffy cheeks and fluttering eyelashes, knowing that he was done for. 
“Remember that night I took you to my place, and we danced to jazz?” You grin up at him at the memory, your mind becoming fuzzy with adoration from that very long night. “I remember that night very well, love.”
Your smile flattened slightly as you caught the look on his face. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes clouded with something you couldn’t quite figure out. Worry? Fear? “I got texts that night threatening you.” 
Your eyes widened at the profession he gave, not expecting it in the slightest. “From who?” He shakes his head. He shifts in the bed slightly, moving his face, so it practically ghosts yours.
“I don’t know. That’s why I’ve had guards around you this whole time. I’m sorry.”
Your lips curl into a smile, giving him a small peck to tell him you accept his apology. “They’ll have to get through my fists first.”
He chuckled. “Damn right, doll.”
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You walked in with Bucky’s arms locked with yours, the stoic nature of the man you were with proceeded to lock onto his face. As you entered the crowd, they had immediately disappeared. They were almost afraid to touch you in fear of Bucky. A little proud smirk rested on your face at the thought of being untouchable. It felt enlightening—it felt addicting.   
The room was crowded with what looked like some of the most elite people you had seen in New York. The ballroom was large; white and gold splashed against the towering columns and swirled together. The chandeliers gleamed the brightest and sparkled throughout the room, creating little stars across the ground. Famous paintings were scattered across the walls, pairing nicely with the poised elegant furniture.
They wore lavish suits and dresses; your attire and Bucky's were matched perfectly. While in the car, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had you pressed up the limo door and devoured your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh. You just giggled and tried to shove him off of you, you took way too long to get ready, and he wasn’t going to ruin your hair. “Sorry, doll. Jus’ can’t help myself.” And that cocky grin made you want to kiss him even more. 
You took a champagne glass off of a tray and took a sip. Bucky was currently talking to one of his donors, and you were beyond bored. All it was, was a bunch of rich snobs gathered in one room. You knew Bucky hated it as well; he knew how they really thought of him. They always thought that he and his men were just a bunch of criminals that took over the city. But they never mentioned how much he helped people too. 
“So, dear, what do you think? Why should we give to the homeless when it’s their fault they’re there in the first place?”
Your hand immediately tightened around Bucky’s arm. You look over at the old man and the urge to plummet him into the next century was suddenly very tempting. You then purse your lips, your voice loud and boisterous. “People need help, whether it’s their fault or not. If you think otherwise, then you’re a piece of shit person. Simple as that.” The old man and his wife gasped. “Plus, most of the time, it isn’t their fault.”
“Tame your woman, Mr. Barnes.”
Your eyes flicker over towards Bucky to find his eyes already locked onto you. His eyes were full of lust, and his once sparkling eyes were dark and swirling as though an ocean would. He smirks quickly, “Couldn’t even if I tried.” Swirling butterflies burst against your chest; he looked proud. He looked like he could devour you right then and there, but the pride radiated off of him. 
Before you know it, you find yourself backed up against a wall that’s far away from the crowd, and no one would bother you. Sam had shaken his head when he finally found the two of you, and Steve just sighed before saying he needed a drink. 
Bucky’s lips found yours in a heated dance, his mouth swallowing each and every sound you make. His hands gripped your hips tightly. The gruff sounds leaving his throat were heavenly to your ears. “I need you, Bucky. Please,” he didn’t waste a single moment as he shoved your dress up to your hips. 
He let out a string of curses as he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear. “Fuckin’ killing me, doll.” His lips meet yours again, his hand reaching down to feel your slick between his fingers. You were absolutely drenched, and he moaned, the sound vibrating against your lips. 
“Barely even touched you, and you’re already this wet? Fuck, baby girl.” You reach down to feel his hard cock in the confined restraints of his pants suit. He was big. Your hand then rubbed the outline of his member, and you felt him twitch in your hand. 
“God, your cock is so big, Buck.” He pants, eyes closing at the sensation of your fingers dipping into his trousers. “I wanna put my mouth on it, swirl my tongue ‘round those good spots.”
His hands jerked forward and pinned you against the wall, lifting you up becoming flushed against him. “Think you can tease me, hmm? Hasn’t anyone told you not to mess with the big, bad mobster?” You open your mouth to respond but are quickly cut off by him pounding into you. His muscular arm still hung above you, keeping you in just the right place. You were warm and soft; Bucky couldn't get enough. The two of you groaned with each thrust as he filled you fuller than ever. 
“So tight,” he mutters into your ear. You bite your lip to keep you from screaming, his cock twisting and pulling every heavenly sensation. “You’re mine, yeah? You’re fucking mine.” The way he growled, the feral sound leaving his lips was intoxicating. 
“Say it. Say you’re mine.” His tone was firm and feral. Your mind could barely process what he was saying. His other hand grabs your jaw to make you look at him, “I’m yours! I’ll always be yours.”
He pounded even harder into you, the smacking sounds of your body meeting his hips were loud. Your hands clutch his shoulders, your lips repeating his name over and over. “Fuck, Bucky!” He coaxed that spongy spot over and over, his eyes trailing down to watch his cock disappear into your lips. Your walls clench around him. “That’s it, doll. Take my cock.” 
His words alone make you tip over the edge, your body seizing before releasing all of its pleasure. You don’t even care at this point, your screams escaping your mouth as he continues to pound into you. He goes to pull out of you to come, but you stop him. “No. Come in me, please. Wanna feel you for days.” 
The way you sound, so desperate and pleading for him to come, to fill you full. He groans a low sound, his teeth coming down to bite your shoulder. He empties inside you there, coaxing your sweet walls with him. A small content sigh leaves you as you feel some of his cum drip out of your lips. 
You both clean up as best as you can. You were trying to fix your hair while Bucky was trying to get the pre-cum out of his pants. You looked almost as good as new besides the post-sex glow radiating off of the two of you. 
He kisses you, this one sweet and savory like you would vanish if he hadn’t put his lips on yours. You grin, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in a bit more. 
“C’mon. Let’s go back and greet more assh—” Darkness surrounded the whole ballroom as shrieks filled the air. His head whipped around as he tried to make his way through the crowd. “What’s going on?” Bucky shook his head at you, even though you couldn’t see a single thing. He didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t like it. 
“Baby, follow me, okay?” He’s holding your hand as he finally finds Sam and Steve. Steve had told them that the whole grid is out, affecting most of Brooklyn. But something didn’t feel right. 
“Something feels off.” Sam agreed, prompting a suggestion to try and fix the power. Something rippled throughout his body and left a pang right in his chest.
“What’s going on?!” Steve tries to calm Bucky down. They knew something wasn’t right,  something felt suspicious. They didn’t know what or how, but it was. Bucky could practically feel it in the air. 
With a sigh of relief, the lights flickered back on. The sweet, soft music started playing again and everyone started to mingle. Bucky felt his shoulders relax as he turned towards you. But then he halted. You weren’t next to him. But you were just there, weren’t you? He had just been tugging you on the arm. He knew you were right there. 
“Doll?” He whipped around, Steve and Sam trying to find you as well. They walked through the whole crowd yelling to make some room. Bucky checks everywhere; the supply closets, the kitchen, and the entire crowd. You were nowhere to be found. You were just… gone. 
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