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nochukoo97 · 5 months

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new beginnings

pairing: ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc

warnings/summary: oc takes up a new job as a cashier, and she gets a CAT, jk is a little grumpy but he gets better, he’s also annoying by calling oc’s cat a cottonbud LOL, he calls her sweetheart, and oc has a little crushy crush on this hot neighbour, they bump into each other three times, basically they’re destined to meet each other even when they barely know each other

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“Goddamn, how many pieces of clothing do you own?” Yeji grunts as she helps to pull along two of your suitcases into her apartment’s lift.

“It’s all costumes for my competitions, my coach keeps insisting to keep them in case we need it in the future,” You internally sigh at the thought of your coach, she wasn’t bad by all means, but she constantly pushed you to your limits with countless competitions she enrolled you in. But after all, you didn’t come to Seoul and join the national team expecting a smooth and comfortable journey.

“Anyways, you’ve gotta tap the card right here,” She explains the whole crazy security system here, then passes you the access card to the apartment. One week ago you would’ve probably not expected to be in this situation, now moving in with your best friend, as well as her boyfriend who has begun to sleepover at her place more often than necessary. But right now if it meant that less money would fall out of your bank account, putting up with whatever third-wheeling you were about to go through would make it all worth it.

You pull your other two suitcases into the lift, noticing a man shuffling into the corner to make space for the two of you and your four huge suitcases. The lift door closes and there’s this deafening silence that fills the lift, with the way Yeji widens her eyes at you but says nothing, you assume it might be about the latter standing in the corner of the lift.

“What kind of signals were you trying to send me in there?” You whine when the lift door finally closes, as Yeji abandons the now-rolling-away suitcases to grab onto your hands.

“It’s rolling!” You exclaim, as she jumps slightly, your voice raising a little louder than usual in panic.

“Sorry-sorry, anyways, he’s the guy I told you about! Maybe I can set you up with him,” She wiggles her eyebrows at you, giving you the same taunting look she did when she had proposed moving into her apartment.

“No! I don’t even know that man, anyways with those looks he might already be taken,” You brush your best friend off, anyways, you didn’t want a relationship right? When Yeji had told you about the hot guy in her apartment, you had immediately brushed the idea of being set up off, since that’s exactly how you met your ex, and it definitely did not end on a good note.

“Oh, so you’re attracted to him?” She jogs in front of you to look you in the eye, seemingly much more excited at her sudden discovery than you.

“What? No I didn’t say that? I just- whatever! Open the door!”

She only smirks at your stuttering, but complies as she opens the front door to her unit, and you’re greeted with a familiar sight that you now need to get used to calling home.

People had always praised you for being dainty and sweet, always dressed up in elegant costumes during your competitions, your moves on ice had always charmed the audience with how smooth you twirled and jumped.

You would like to say that they might change their minds when they spot you in this current situation: no makeup on, eyebags peeking through, in a neon green vest as you stare at the rows of cigarettes behind the cashier.

The younger you would have never expected to end up working part time in this convenience store, but here you are.

But somehow it didn’t seem too bad, you were the only worker here, besides a sweet lady who comes and sweeps the floor every evening, and the best part: you got to control the music.

To be honest, you may have been enjoying yourself a little too much with the way you hum to the music as you drink the complimentary-one-a-day coffee your manager had given you.

“One pack of menthol,” Your sudden peace is abruptly disrupted as you whip your head around, jumping slightly as you hear the voice sound from behind you.

Oh. It’s the same man from the lift, this time he’s wearing another suit in a different colour, but this time he seems much more drained than before.

“I said-” He repeats himself again, noticing your spaced out look as you stare straight at him.

“Oh, yeah! Sorry sorry, it’s been a long day,” You quickly gather yourself, mentally cursing yourself for checking out the man in front of you so shamelessly, but he only scoffs at your little mistake.

He’s either a total dickhead or is just having a bad day. Hopefully its the latter since as much as you hate to admit it, maybe he perhaps has caught your attention.

But the same man quickly walks out of the store the moment you return his black credit card, as you’re now once alone in the store, gathering your things to finally end your shift.

It’s only a few days later where you meet your next crisis, or rather a blessing in disguise.

An innocent trip to the local fair turned into you signing adoption papers for this fluffy little furball that you absolutely could not leave. To be fair, you were mainly there to find some cute accessories to buy, but the newly put up adoption booth had caught your eye.

The moment your eyes had met the beady little eyes of the small white cat, you couldn’t say no. Even if it meant paying thrice your income from working at the convenience store, anything would be worth this cat.

But then again, your heart sank further once the lady at the counter had told you the animals put up were free to adopt, or else they would be euthanised the following day. It almost made you attempt to calculate just how much it would cost to take care of all the animals here, but in the end you had settled to just bring the cat home.

“Yeji, hypothetically how mad would you be on a scale of 1 to 10 if I brought a cat home?” You press your phone in between your shoulder and cheek as you wrap the little cat in its blanket, snuggling the animal close to your chest in hopes to provide it more warmth.

“You’re kidding me right now,” You hear her sigh at the other end, “What makes you think we can raise a cat? Let alone you working night shifts and being out at training in the day?”

She wasn’t wrong, but you’re pretty sure it’ll all be okay.

“Trust me, the lady managing the adoption booth told me cats are way more independent, we can get her an automatic feeder and I’ll need to get a litter box too, and maybe some toys and treats on the side too…”

She sighs again, “And that’ll cost a gajillion dollars, where are you going to get that from?”

“I’ll find a way, trust me,”

Truth to be told, the package deal you had got for litter and food was a little more pricey than you had anticipated, but you were confident that it would save you money in the future anyways.

Cloud, the newly named cat, of which you spent many hours deciding on a name for her, was easier to handle than expected, she often played with the little gadget toy Yeji had got her, and learnt how to use her litterbox in a day, which made you come to a conclusion that you had raised a genius.

But yet your oh-so-smart furkid may also be a little too intelligent, the absence of a certain cat in the apartment has now caused your anxiety and hysteria.

“How did she manage to escape with us not noticing again! The last time I saw her crawl through your legs but this time I swear she disappeared into thin air!” You’re on the verge of tears as you tell Yeji, who only rubs her palm up and down your back as a offering of comfort.

“But you’ve got her tagged up, your number and her name is attached to her collar, I’m sure anyone who finds her will definitely call you immediately,” She tells you, watching as you now begin to hiccup, tears forming and rolling down your cheeks.

“What if she got run down by a car? Or some psychopath who hates cats found her? Oh my poor baby, she must be missing me already,” There’s a million different scenarios that play through your head, all leading to Cloud ending up in nowhere else but cat heaven.

“She’ll be fine, calm down, my friend’s cat often runs out of the house but the cat always returns every few days, some of them prefer to go out and explore, perhaps Cloud is the same,”

You can only sigh and hope for the best.

unknown number: hey

unknown number: did you lose a cat?

You gasp to yourself when your eyes scan the new text that had appeared on your screen, someone had found her.

you: YES

you: DON’T DO ANYTHING TO HER PLEASE

you: i promise ill pay anything for you not to do anything

Your heart beats frantically in your chest watching the three dots appear and disappear over and over again. There was no way a psychopath had truly found Cloud and already decided to perform whatever possible traumatic procedure on her right?

unknown number: why would i do anything to it??

unknown number: in fact your cat is the one who had run into my apartment and marked her territory all over.

Oh. That was the last thing you had expected.

you: do you have a litter box in your house?

The three dots taunt you as they appear once and pause for a good minute, as if whoever is on the other side is pondering hard to answer your simple question.

unknown number: what kind of question is that??

unknown number: i dont own a cat, why tf would i own a litter box??

You frown at the reply, you were grateful he didn’t do anything to Cloud, but a simple no would be great.

you: just send me your address!!

you: i need to see if she’s alright, she probably is crying for me right now

unknown number: it’s sleeping peacefully under my bed right now, i dont think its upset at all.

unknown number: here’s the address: xxx

You sigh in relief when you realise it’s the unit above your apartment, which meant she couldn’t have gone too far.

you: first of all, you never know if she’s crying in her heart

you: second of all, stop calling Cloud an it!!! she has a name and she is a girl

you: third of all, im coming upstairs im in the same apartment complex

You roll your eyes when a reply comes in faster than it did before, mostly because it’s an insult to your cat:

unknown number: who names a cat cloud?? she looks more like a cotton bud, hurry and get her.

When you reach the floor above you, you’re met with a black door, no doorbell in sight. So you simply knock, sure that it had been the person that found Cloud since it was the only unit on the floor.

What you didn’t expect is to be met with the same man you saw whilst working at the convenience store. Instead he’s in a loose shirt and some shorts, hair not styled as a few pieces of bangs fall over his eyes. His presence daunts you a little, considering how darkly lit his place was, and how he towered over you.

“Oh? So we meet again,” He seems to recognise you as he steps aside, watching as you take off your bedroom slippers, which you now curse at yourself for wearing since it was pink and fluffy.

You think you hear a little laugh when he spots your slippers but you choose to believe he didn’t anyways.

“Where is my baby?” You step in now, taking in the view of his place. It’s a little larger than Yeji’s apartment, and the interior seems… lacking some colour. It’s mostly black and grey furniture, with hints of marble and some white chairs here and there, but it’s a total opposite of your apartment.

“Don’t think she cares enough to be your baby, but your baby pissed all over my balenciaga shoes and my dumbbells,” He deadpans, nodding his head to show you the dark pair of shoes that now hang at the window, you assume to dry them out.

“Your what shoes?!” You almost turn pale at the mention of the designer brand, there’s no way he might ask you to get him a new pair right?

“Forget about that, go and get Cottonbud out of my room,” He walks into the hallway, looking back once to check if you follow him.

“What did you just call her?!” You yell at him from behind as he enters a room, a bed coming into sight and a much too familiar tail that sticks out from under the bed.

“Cloud!” You’re far too busy attempting to reunite with your cat to bother hearing another reply from the man, but the moment you come closer to the swaying tail, Cloud dashes away from your grasp and hides at the very deep end from under the bed.

“Looks like someone isn’t too keen on seeing you,”

You whip around, a frown on your face as you are met with the man who smirks, almost taunting you.

“Shut up,”

“What’re you gonna do now then? The cat’s gone further under the bed, I can’t reach there either,” He has his hands on his hips, standing and waiting for your reply.

His gaze and posture makes you feel small, and not having a single clue what to do fuels this feeling in you. And perhaps add some butterflies in too and it’ll perfectly describe how you are feeling.

“I- I don’t know! I’ve never had to deal with this situation before!” You’re pacing up and down, glancing at the bed, hoping Cloud would magically pop out and leap into your arms so you can run home away from this man.

“Well I’ve got all day sweetheart, you can slowly find a way to get Cottonbud out of my house,”

“Her name is not Cottonbud!”

“Whatever,”

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sempersirens · 9 months

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yes, chef | part two

summary: navigating work and home with joel was tough but sweet, with you both learning to manage in your own little ways

pairing: no-outbreak, chef!joel x f!reader

content/warnings: 18+, mdni. slow-burn smut, tenderness, pining, angst

a/n: you ask and you shall receive. you guys know i'm a slut for a spotify playlist, and this is what i imagine reader and joel listening to while they cook together. i took inspiration for this chapter from @spookyanamurdock's comment on the previous chapter because i loved her ideas so much.

There was no such thing as a quiet shift at the restaurant. Whether it was the clatter of pots and pans, expletives darting across the room, or the unrelenting tick of the ticket machine rolling off order after order. It was exhilarating. The constant loudness quietened every decibel of noise in your mind; no matter what was happening outside of work, you could count on the pressure of controlled creativity to drown it out. Family drama, heartbreak, grief - it all slipped away as soon as you slipped your uniform on and heard the first shout of fuck! blaring across the room.

It should've been impossible for your heart to race any faster than it already did. But there it was. So subtle, unnoticed by all except you. His fingers brushing against yours when he would snatch the knife out of your hands, loudly berating you for dicing the onions too damn big. Your eyes would catch for just a moment, but it was enough. You were obsessed, infatuated.

Not only with the feel of his rough skin against yours, or the intoxication of his scent but with the secrecy too. Something stirred inside of you every time you would pass him, knowing he could still taste you on his tongue, your perfume lingering in his nose. At any moment to yourself, you would squeeze your eyes shut and remember the feeling of his hands on you. Grabbing for god knows what, the thrill of it all, taking any inch of your skin in his grasp that he possibly could. Devouring you in the knowledge he would have to wait hours until he could have you like this again.

Working beside him drove you insane. You constantly toyed between accidentally slicing a carving knife through your pinky just to feel his touch on you, or being a good girl for him, knowing you would relish in his praise later that night.

You didn't know how no-one else could feel the spark between you both. It consumed your entire being, only ever finding sweet release pressed up against the shelves of the supply closet. You managed to keep your meetings secret. Sometimes they felt concealed even between the two of you, never wanting to brave the question of what you even were in fear of it all dissipating beneath your fingers.

Most mornings began with your bare feet padding across his kitchen floor. He always woke before you, the smell of coffee coaxing you from his sheets. You felt feral. You were drunk on the sheer scent of him like an animal searching for its first meal after hibernation.

What had begun as lust had turned into something almost ugly, you didn't want to acknowledge the person you had become. Desperate for his affection, his praise, him. Each touch, kiss, and clash of your hips, felt like a nicotine rush surging straight to your head. You were addicted.

"So fuckin' needy for me baby, ain't ya?" He would laugh into your hair, whether he had you pinned against the bathroom door or tucked softly between his torso and bed sheets.

In the kitchen, you would find yourself subconsciously gravitating toward him.

"Back to your fuckin' station." He'd growl, loud enough for the others to hear.

"Yes, chef. Sorry, chef."

Later, tangled in his bed, he would coo "you gotta stop doin' that, baby. People are gonna start noticing."

"Maybe I want them to. I want them to all know I'm yours." Fingers in his hair, his teeth gently sinking into your shoulder. Yes, you would think, mark me, brand me yours.

"You're too good for that, baby. You gotta make a name for yourself."

"I know, I know." You'd whine. He was right, and you knew it. You didn't want to be known as Joel Miller's girl. It was a cut-throat, misogynistic business as it was, you had to have your own exposure, not be known as the poissonier chef fucking her head-chef.

The restaurant was always closed on a Sunday. Saturday nights rolled into Sunday mornings so sweetly. Peeling each other's garlic-scented clothes off, a smell only you could find satisfying. In those long-awaited moments alone, the collision of your bodies was ravenous. You were ruthless in the greediness of taking everything from one another.

Those Sundays would flow like honey, sickly sweet, slowly sticking to every inch of you. You savoured every moment alone with him. At around 7 pm, you would begin prepping dinner together. Experimenting with love, trust, and maybe a new recipe you had found in an Ottolenghi cookbook. In his kitchen, you bounced off one another. Otis Redding flooded the background, mangled with the sharpness of metal cutting into the chopping board.

"Did you get the parsley from the market?" You shouted, rifling through his cupboards.

"Still in the bag, on the table."

Tonight, you were making a pumpkin and cinnamon oxtail stew. The oxtail had been slow-cooking all afternoon, filling his small apartment with a warm, hearty smell. You chopped the parsley, lemon, and garlic for the gremolata, while Joel decanted the mixture of tomatoes, thyme, and rosemary into an oven dish.

"Smells so good, baby." He kissed your cheek, hands around your waist. "I'll set the table. Want a glass of red?"

In moments like this, maybe you didn't need the world to know Joel was yours and you were his. His kitchen was your utopia, and you would happily live out the rest of your days bathing in the smell of simmering vegetables and his cologne.

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gotham-mockingbird · 2 years

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Summary: 5 times Barry learned something about his nephew’s boyfriend +1 time he told him

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I walked up the steps to Wally’s room and knocked on the door before opening it a bit. I stop as I hear frantic movement from inside the room, knowing Wally is seeing someone and maybe he brought them over. Suddenly Wally is pulling open the door, red in the face and shirt hastily thrown on while a tanned skin dark hair guy with sunglasses on stands from his bed, pulling a black shirt over his scarred torso.

I raise my eyebrows at Wally’s flushed face as the mystery kid walks over and sticks his hand out to me, smiling brightly, “Hi, sorry we had to meet like this. I’m Nightwing, Wally’s boyfriend.”

I smile back to him and shake his hand, “So you two met in the community? Where are you from?”

He shrugs, “Originally I’m from Romania, then settled in Gotham, now I live and work in Bludhaven.”

I roil in shock just slightly, “Gotham?”

Wally tried to hide his laughs as Nightwing openly laughs, “It’s not that bad. Batman stopped trying to convince me to give up vigilantism pretty early on and we’ve worked well together since. I still visit from time to time, and by that I mean I annoy him constantly.”

Wally snorts, “At least you admit you annoy him.”

Nightwing looked over to him and gasped in mock offense, “Rude, anyways, it’s nice to meet you.”

He smiled back to me and I awkwardly responded with my own smile, “Uh, you’re welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like?”

He chuckled, “Nah I gotta get going soon, my brother would kill me if I made him go to another family dinner and then didn’t show up again,” he turned to Wally, “I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

Wally smiled back, “Unless something comes up, yeah.”

Nightwing smiled back and gave him a short kiss before grabbing a hoodie from Wally’s desk chair and hopping out the window with a small wave. Wally watched on with admiration as I watched in confusion.

After I was sure Nightwing was gone, I turned to Wally, “Your boyfriend is so weird.” He smiled, “Yeah, I know, but it could be worse. His siblings are weirder. What’s for dinner?”

I spent the rest of that night thinking about my meeting with Nightwing, my brain not letting me sleep until I came to conclusions that never came.

I was walking through the halls of the Watchtower when I got cornered by Batman. He pressed some buttons on his gauntlet (I still have no clue what they did) before sighing.

“You’ve met Nightwing.”

It wasn’t a question, he was stating something he knew to be true, “Yes.”

He sighs again, “I’m only telling you this because Nightwing and Kid Flash have known each other for a very long time and I trust Kid Flash. Nightwing is my son, my oldest. I trust you’ll keep this information to yourself?”

I stood in shock for a second before nodding, “Yeah, yeah of course. How many kids do you have? Wally said something about Nightwings siblings, plural, meaning at least one brother and one sister.”

Batman sighed again, “That’s an objective question but my kids answer would be around ten. No more questions now, get back to monitor duty.”

He walked away, leaving me standing in the hallway in shock. Batman has ten kids and my nephew is dating one? Oh wow. I seriously need a drink.

The interaction with Batman was on my mind for the entirety of monitor duty up until I got home. Iris was in the kitchen so I greeted her before making my way up to Wally’s room.

Iris stopped me, “Nightwing’s over, so please knock?”

I roll my eyes and chuckle, “Thanks for the warning, I.”

I walk up the steps before knocking on the door to Wally’s room, getting an immediate answer to come in. Nightwing was on Wally’s bed on his stomach with a switch controller in his hands while Wally was on the floor under him, the red controller in his hands. I smiled at them as they paused their game and Wally looked up to me.

I just smiled at Nightwing, “I had an interesting conversation with Batman earlier.”

Nightwing groaned and let his head fall into the bed while Wally laughed. I watched on, slightly amused, slightly confused. How had Batman raised a happy go lucky kid like Nightwing?

Nightwing lifted his head up, “What did that idiot say?”

I chuckled, “Just said that you were his son, thought I should know since you two have known each other for a while. He also said he trusts Wally and that was one of the only reasons he told me.” Nightwing smiled brightly as Wally blushed, “HA! Told you he liked you. He definitely likes you more than Kon. Did you see how he reacted when Red told him? He didn’t react at all when we told him about us.”

Wally rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah.”

Nightwing ruffled his hair, “Not to mention you get explicit invites to Friday Family Dinner, and Roy barely gets those invites.”

He shrugged, “Yeah, and?”

Nightwing made a motion like he was rolling his eyes, but I couldn’t tell under the glasses, “Roy has been married into the family for like a year now. Plus, if he didn’t like you it would’ve ended up like Red and his civilian boyfriend B scared off.”

I just dismissed myself from the conversation and invited Nightwing to dinner once again before going back downstairs to confide in Iris about the weirdness that is my life.

I walk into the house, later than I usually would be home, to see Nightwing and Wally cuddling on the couch. Nightwing was on his back, in what I assume is his uniform, sans the mask, with dark eyeshadow around his eyes and Wally laying on top of him on his stomach. It seems they were watching a movie when Wally fell asleep on him. He smiled over to me in greeting and I waved a bit awkwardly back, noticing Wally was also in uniform, his cowl down, and both their boots off.

Nightwing was playing with Wally's hair with the arm he had wrapped around his shoulder while his other arm was behind his head as he watched the tv. Wally had both his arms wrapped around Nightwing’s waist, and if I wasn’t sure before, I knew he was asleep because he snored a bit, softly, before muttering something in his sleep.

Nightwing smiled and looked down to him fondly, making me smile as I rummaged through the kitchen. I got some water from the fridge along with some leftovers, and while they were heating up, a ringtone I didn't recognize went off.

Nightwing cursed a bit before answering his phone, the one sided conversation confusing and alarming me, “Yeah?”

He looked a bit alarmed at what the person on the other end said, “What do you mean you don’t know what to do? I thought you fixed it?”

He put his head in his hand, “Of course, B, you have to talk to him. You do this thing where you get overprotective and instead of explaining that you’re protecting us like a reasonable human being you randomly bench us or take an extreme measure and end up pissing us off.”

He sighed, his voice getting softer, “Dad, he has abandonment issues. His mother just dropped him off with us and left. He thinks if he steps out of line with you that you’ll just send him off with someone and he’s trying to get you to crack faster cause he actually likes us and thinks the quicker you kick him out the easier it will be. You have to explain to him that he’s your son and you aren’t leaving him.”

He smiles gently at whatever Batman said next, “Dad, neither of you are good with emotions, but if you show a little bit of emotion to him he’ll instantly melt. He tries too hard to be tough because that’s how his mother raised him and that’s all he sees you do. I can’t keep catching him when he lashes out. Imagine if he would have run away this time. I’m in Central City and Wally can barely run himself anywhere, let alone me.”

It was quiet for a bit and I stopped the microwave before it beeped, taking out my food and putting a different food in. I pretended I wasn’t listening as Nightwing continued, exacerbated.

“Dad, please just talk to him and explain yourself. He has your blood in him, he won’t take the bullshit excuses you gave the rest of us.”

He smiled, “Yes I know he knows sarcasm, I taught him specifically so he could sass you when you’re being an ass.”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, he’s fine. He didn’t eat for like four hours and was running on three hours of sleep so he’s out, but it’s nothing that won’t be fixed by tomorrow evening.”

“Yeah, I know, you too, B. Go talk to your son. Love you too. Bye.”

He hung up the phone before sighing a bit. I took my food from the microwave and ate it using my speed before cleaning up the kitchen and turning to the living room where Wally was still asleep, as if Nightwing wasn’t just speaking right next to his ear.

Nightwing looked up to me and smiled an apologetic smile, “Sorry about that, and this. Wally got like three hours of sleep last night and it was a pretty hectic day so he’s out. As for that conversation, my baby brother, Robin, was born into the league of assassins and then dropped off to Batman because he’s a clone of b and Talia Al Ghul and he has issues. Issues that Batman does not know how to handle himself.”

I smiled, “You’re fine. I’m glad Wally has someone who can get him to take care of himself instead of running himself into the ground. As for the conversation, I work with the man. I can only assume.”

He chuckles, “He cares more than he lets on, he just tries to hold others at arm's length so they don’t get hurt. He really tries, he does. If he didn’t, none of his kids would stick around, especially not after…”

He trailed off but shook himself out of it and smiled back up at me, “Anyways, it’s late and I just promised my dad I’d get to sleep at a reasonable time, which is usually before one am in my family.”

I chuckle as he maneuvers Wally so he can pick him up bridal style before standing up, “Goodnight, Barry, and thank you for letting me stay here.”

I smile back, “No problem, thanks for watching over Wally.”

He smiles, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He carried Wally up the stairs and to his room, me smiling at him until they disappeared into the room and the door shut. I sigh and go to my room where Iris is already asleep and climb into bed after changing into a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

Batman’s been acting weird. I can’t put my finger on it, but something really feels off about him. Ever since I’ve been getting to know his son better, he’s been nicer to me, and we have actually had some conversation that wasn’t work related. I’d like to think we’ve become somewhat friends.

He’s been a bit more distant from others for the past week, not to mention Nightwing hasn’t visited Wally in a while. I tried asking about it but Wally wasn’t answering anything. If it weren’t for the fact that Wally has promised that everything is ok in the relationship, I’d think they broke up.

I sat back in my chair as Superman drones on and on about a mission, but my eyes found their way to Batman. He looked bored, which is weird, considering he’s Batman. He noticed me looking and quickly put his regular broody face on, but something struck me as odd. His jawline looked a bit softer and if i thought about it just enough-

I tried not to physically show my surprise, and did well considering everyone was either bored as shit or looking at Superman. I could tell that he knew I figured it out because I could basically feel him mentally screaming at me to shut the fuck up. J’onn looked between un quizzically for a bi before realizing himself that that is not the Batman we know, but apparently Nightwing took care of it because he didn’t say anything.

It was an even longer meeting than it had to be and it felt even longer with the suspense of finding out just what the fuck is going on in the air. Superman dismissed everyone and ‘Batman’ told me to stay behind. Hal and Ollie pat me on the back, thinking I was in trouble, before it was just me and Nightwing.

He typed some stuff into his gauntlet and the doors sealed, the cameras turned off, and some sort of green light emanated from the walls, before he took off the cowl. The young face of my nephew’s boyfriend, black eyeshadow smeared on his eyes, looked up at me.

I sighed, “Please explain this, where’s B?”

He sighed and looked down before looking back up, tears brimming his eyes, “We don’t know. Protocol stated that in the event that he goes missing during an event that could take his life one of us is to take on the cowl. He got caught in an explosion, but when we checked the building we didn’t find any traces of him. Our witness also claims there’s no way he could have gotten out before it exploded. Based off of evidence, we’ve declared him dead. We still have hope, though. Until we find him I am Batman. It’s not a title I ever wanted, but I’m the only one who can currently take it up. I guess Black Bat could, but until we have definitive proof he’s dead we don’t want Gotham to panic.”

I sat there frozen for a second, taking in the information, “Has Wally been helping you in Bludhaven?”

He nods, putting his head in his hands, “Wally’s completely taken over Bludhaven for me, and usually one of my siblings goes to help. Being Batman is a full time job, though, especially with the League. I don’t know how he does it.”

I think for a second, trying to find a way to help him, “Would it help if I made something up for the others and sent Wally in my place as Flash?”

I saw his eyes light up a fraction of a bit, “That would help more than you could ever know.”

I nod my head and smile at him, “I’m happy I can help. I’m here if you ever need to talk.”

He nods, “Thank you Barry, it means a lot.”

I shake my head, “It’s no problem. I’ve noticed the difference in Wally these past weeks and I think it would do some good for him too. I could tell he’s missed you.”

Nightwing sighs, “Yeah, we should probably go before everyone else gets suspicious. Don’t need the Justice League making rumors about Batman and Flash now do we?”

I chuckle, “That we do not.”

He put his cowl back on and undid the security measures and the door opened. I gave him one last smile before walking out to find Wally and tell him the plan.

It was about another month before I came home to see ‘Batman’ with his cowl down laying on my couch with Wally, still in his Flash suit, standing over him, “C’mon babe, it’s not that bad.”

He just groaned in response so I made my presence known, “Uhh, is everything ok?”

Wally rolled his eyes, “Batman is alive, we found him, made sure he didn’t die, bla bla bla, but the thing is, the Batcave is very open. The medical bed B was on was in the open. I was being a good boyfriend and convincing Nightwing to come over and rest after almost two months of non stop work when Batman woke up.”

He groans, “You make it sound like we were just talking. He woke up right as we kissed, it was weird. We were in costume Wally. He saw Batman and Flash kiss. We’ve scarred him for life and I can never go home.”

I tried to stifle my laughter as Wally shook his head, “He was high on painkillers, who knows what he’ll remember.”

“Probably the image of Batman and Flash kissing. I know we scared the shit out of some of my siblings the other week. That was funny though.”

Wally laughed with him, “It really was, but to be honest, if Batman is scarred by that then we have other matters to discuss since he’s seen way worse things.”

Nightwing seemed to think on it for a second, “That is true. Although the idea of my father seeing me kiss someone will never be mortifying, especially when I’m dressed as him and the person I’m kissing is dressed as his coworker.”

I just shake my head, giving up on containing my laugh, “I think it’s hilarious and next time I see him I will definitely be asking if he remembers that. In the meantime, you both have been working too hard and need to sleep.”

Nightwing groaned, “I need to get out of this thing.”

Wally snorts, “You’ve said that everyday for the past two months, let’s go.”

“Ugh,” Wally pulled Nightwing up off the couch and dragged him up the steps calling over his shoulder a goodnight.

I smile and shake my head calling out goodnight as well before going about what I was going to do when I walked in the door.

I’m scrolling through TikTok, taking the day off work because of a pretty bad injury that needs the day to heal, when I see Nightwing on my screen. I smile, knowing Nightwing is pretty loud in his pride at being Batman’s son, the only one of his kids who isn’t just rumored. I also know Nightwing doesn’t share his fathers interests in staying mysterious.

I watch the funny lighthearted video before following him and deciding to look through his page. There were lots of videos of him and Spoiler, but one particular video caught my eye. It seemed to be a bit darker than the rest.

I clicked on it and read the first line, it was set to the sound I am the righteous hand of God, and he had - what I hope were fake - injuries littering his face, a manic smile set as well, ‘Joker after kidnapping and killing my kid brother, beating the shit out of me.’

The chorus came and the scene switched to Nightwing, covered in shadows, injuries still there, looking menacingly with the caption, ‘Batman deciding his no kill rule doesn’t apply to people who hurt his kids, effectively scaring me shitless for the first time in my life.’

He mouthed the words, ‘I am the righteous hand of God,’ while stretching his hand out as if asking someone to take it, his expression soft and looking past the camera, before he gave a scary looking smirk and a glare to the camera as he mouthed to, ‘and I am the devil that you forgot.’

I paused it after it started to repeat, absolutely shocked. Does Batman know he made this? How am I supposed to react to this? Did Batman actually kill the Joker? I don’t blame him to be honest, but damn, knowing B, it had to be gruesome. Did Nightwing watch?

I stopped thinking about it and clicked on the comments. It seems most of his audience is Bludhaven and Gotham residents because they were talking about remembering that day. Apparently Joker had been taunting Batman by torturing his kid on live television. I got nauseous reading some of the comments, mostly from people who had seen the live streams and knew the beating Nightwing took that night.

It hurt to think about. I exit out of the app and text Wally, ‘Hey, so I just saw something, could you get me in contact with Nightwing?’

It didn’t take long for him to text back, ‘Y? Wut did u see?’

I sigh at his texting grammar, ‘Tiktok’.

He doesn’t text back for a second, but finally I get a reply, ‘oh’ ‘I’ll send him ur #’

I shake my head and text back, ‘Thank you.’

I tap the edges of my phone anxiously waiting before I get a text from an unknown number, ‘Wally says you found my Tiktok and wanna talk?’

I swallow my nerves and text back, ‘Yeah, um, I saw the “righteous hand of God” one?’

The typing bubbles popped up and stayed there for quite a bit of time, as if he was typing and deleting over and over again before he finally sent something, ‘I made it with the permission of Batman and my brother who died and came back to life. It was supposed to be funny, and it still kind of is, but people who don’t know about his resurrection don’t see it how I do. The comments got a bit darker than I thought they would. Questions I know you might have, no I did not see either of them die. I was on my way back to Gotham when it happened and when B found me getting beat up he made sure I was safe, told me to go home, and then smashed the camera joker set up. No one in Gotham made a big deal of it, either, not even Vicky Vale reported on it. Anyways, that's basically it.’

I stared at the giant blob of speech in front of me, trying to process it, but one thing stuck out, ‘Resurrected?!’

‘Yeah, Baby Bird got resurrected like 7 months after his death. B-man was not happy about it, but second chance ig? Idk I wasn’t there for the reunion. I just know he came back different and much much taller, the asshole.’

I chuckle at Nightwings ability to make anything a joke and type back, ‘Thank you for the explanation. I was worried when I saw it that B didn’t know about it and you had outed like a secret or smth.’

‘LOL no. I texted him the draft and asked if it was ok and he just sighed and said to ask Jay who thought it was fucken hilarious so I posted it. It’s all over and done with now, my little brother is alive, and he comes over every Friday for dinner.’

I just roll my eyes, chuckling, ‘I suppose the reason it isn’t international news is because most of your followers either think it’s fake or are from Gotham/Bludhaven.’

‘Yeah it helps. Gotta go. Robbery. See you tomorrow probably.’

‘See ya.’

I sighed and set my phone down, deciding to catch up on some sleep instead of watching more TikTok.

I climb into the Batmobile so Batman can take me to his cave, reflecting on everything that got me here. I had gotten a call from Nightwing saying Wally had been hurt, not enough to worry about, but enough to where he had to be on bed rest for a while. He said I could come visit and sent me an address, telling me to wait on the roof. Batman had shown up and directed me to his car where he told me the condition Wally is in.

“He’s going to be ok. The only thing I’m worried about is his metabolism burning through the pain meds, but Red Robin is pretty sure he got the dosage right for his metabolism. If not we’ll figure it out eventually. Meta care isn’t our specialty, but we engineer drugs, vaccines, and antidotes on a bi-weekly basis, so meta physiology isn’t that far of a stretch.”

I smile at his attempt at reassuring me, remembering Nightwing telling me how hard he tries, “I trust you, Bats. to be completely honest I wouldn’t trust anyone else in the League but maybe J’onn to take care of Wally when he’s hurt. Plus, you’ve trusted me with Nightwing and you’ve obviously known Wally personally longer than I’ve known Nightwing exists.”

He smirks at me before I take in our surroundings. We just drove into a tunnel that seemed to be illuminated with white and blue lights, but other than that it was dark. I knew instantly that we were almost to his cave.

“So if the Batcave an actual cave or are we about to emerge into like a basement?”

He rolled his eyes under the cowl, “It’s a cave. With bats.”

I chuckle, “Of course.”

He shakes his head, “When we get there, my other kids probably won’t have their masks on.”

I froze a bit, understanding what he meant and what was probably about to happen, but he continued on, “I don’t see Wally and Dick breaking up anytime soon, or ever really, and I know it’s hard on them to keep it from you.”

He pressed a button, presumably to make the car drive itself before turning to me, “My identity stays silent-”

“Uh duh, like I’m going to go around screaming who you are. Sorry, continue.”

He huffs, “You can tell Iris, but if she says anything I’ll have her put in a mental asylum.”

I nodded, “Fair.”

He sighed before removing the cowl, showing BRUCE WAYNE? I froze, staring at him in shock for a second before removing my own cowl and rubbing my eyes before looking back. He just rolled his eyes and went back to driving.

Finally, as I was about to gain my senses back, we made it to his cave. It was breathtaking. I looked around as we came to a stop and the top opened. I got out and followed BRUCE WAYNE to where Wally was.

I smiled as I looked into the room Bruce directed me to and saw Nightwing - Dick Grayson - laughing at something Wally mumbled in his sleep, holding him much like the night he walked in on them on the couch.

Bruce and I agreed it was best for him to stay here and recover, but I did get to stay for dinner, and now I see why Dick always blew off dinner with us.

I left Wayne Manor happy to know my nephew was happy with his boyfriend, and his future in-laws were amazing people. I also left giddy about Bruce Wayne being Batman and the fact that Batman will soon be forced to interact with me and Iris on a daily basis. Gods I can’t wait to tell Iris all this.

*BONUS*

I could barely hold myself together the entire meeting. Batman, the real one, was sitting across from me for the first time since he came back from the dead, and I can’t stop thinking about Nightwing ang Wally’s in-uniform kiss. The meeting was dreadfully slow and boring, Batman and J’onn having a conversation no doubt about nightwing substituting for him.

Finally, the meeting ended and I asked Batman if I could have a small word. He sighed and when everyone was out of the room did the same thing Nightwing did for privacy.

I sighed, “Ok first thing, I want to say nightwing told me how you went missing, and I’m very glad you’re not dead. Second, he did a very good job impersonating you and you should probably be worried. Three, what’s the first thing you remember after waking up?”

He groaned and rolled his eyes under the cowl, “I’d very much NOT like to remember that sight.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Nightwing was mortified.”

He hummed, “As he should be. I’ve told them to refrain from PDA in uniform many times. They called me a Boomer before TikTok dancing and running away holding hands. I have the video if you’d like it.”

I chuckle, “Oh most definitely.”

He smirked before turning serious and asking quietly, “How did he do as me?”

I smile softly, “From what I heard, no one even bat an eye. He was stressed, but he did better than I think anyone could have done in his shoes. I subbed League duties with Wally so they could see each other more, and I think that helped a lot.”

Batman did something that truly shocked me, he smiled, “Thank you, Barry. I know Nightwing already has, but I had to. You…”

He trailed off, but I knew what he was going to say, he was just having a difficult time saying it, “You’re welcome. You don’t have to say more, I know what you’re going to say. You’re not really a words guy B, don’t try to be.”

His smile softened a bit, “We should go.”

I chuckled, “Yeah, can’t have people making rumors about us, no matter if Batman and Flash have kissed before.”

He groaned, “Shut up, if I ever have to see that again I’d kill myself.”

I laughed as he undid the security measures before walking out, Batman behind me, scowling.

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Leiko was hanging around just off the stage after her performance for the swimsuit competition, speaking into her aShine with Chiyo on the other end.

“Honestly, I don’t see why why you feel the need to constantly put yourself on display like that.”

“I thought that was the point.”

“In a sense, but really Leiko? A swimsuit contest? Shall I take you for an exhibitionist?”

“Oh, come on Chiyo. It’s harmless fun, and I’m on vacation. I gotta blow off some steam sometime you know.” It was around that time she turned a corner and accidentally bumped into someone else. “Oh! Sorry, I-,” she started to apologize, then noted who exactly it was.

“Oh, Bea right? Fancy meeting you here!”

“Oh, gosh I am so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and-,” the poor girl was liable to keep prattling on had it not been for her brain finally registering her name. “Wait, you remember me?”

“I never forget a fan!” Leiko stated cheerily. “I saw your performance by the way, very cute! I love the song choice! It fit you pretty well!” Of course she’d been scoping out all of the competition, and she was intrigued to have seen the girl on stage, though she hadn’t expected to quite literally run into her.

“O-Oh, thanks. It was hardly anything honestly, I didn’t even know I was going to compete until like five minutes before I went up. Your performance on the other hand was phenomenal. A showstopper for sure, and you were the first one up there too.” She wasn’t going to add that her jaw practically hit the floor during it. That was maybe a bit too much. She was already trying really hard not to stare as it was, what with Leiko still being in just her suit.

“Aw, thanks! I don’t think I’m going to win necessarily, but it’d be cool! I was just trying to have a little fun.”

“Oh yeah, where’s your sister anyway? I figured you’d be here with her.”

“Oh, she’s just really busy right now, couldn’t spare the time to come out.” She didn’t want to say that her sister didn’t know how to have fun out loud since she was still technically on the line, but she was certainly thinking it.

“Ah, that’s kind of a bummer.” That meant it was just the two of them now. Which also meant this might be the best time to ask. “Um, hey, by the way, I’m sorry if this comes off strongly but, I’ve been thinking a lot about trying to learn how to play Hecaball lately. It may be presumptuous, but it would be really cool if I could learn from an actual player, like you. I know you’re probably super busy, and it’s probably a dumb question, but would you be open to giving lessons? I could even pay you for the trouble.”

“Oh gosh,” Leiko said hesitantly. It certainly was a bold question huh? “I don’t know, like you said I’m pretty busy prepping for my own games,” among other things. It was then that she felt her aShine buzz. It was a text from Chiyo. She’d been listening the whole time of course, not speaking so she could take everything in. Leiko quickly glanced down at the notification.

[Chiyo]: Accept.

That was all it said. Her brow twitched slightly in confusion. They had so much in the works, and so much had to be done in such a short time. How could she possibly have the time to train this girl? But, if Chiyo wanted her to go for it, there must be some reason for it. She looked back up at Bea with a smile.

“Oh, what the heck? Why not?”

“Wait, really?!” Bea was shocked at the answer. She was fully expecting to get turned away, but this was like a dream come true.

“I do have one condition though. If I’m going to show you the ropes, you’re gonna have to bring your A-game. The Knights play to win, and I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re new.”

“Oh for sure! You can count on me, I won’t let you down! Thank you so much for giving me a chance!”

“No problem. Now, go on and enjoy the rest of the contest. I’ll be right out in the crowd in a second.” She gave a wave at Bea as she ran off, smiling widely. After she was out of earshot, she resumed her call.

“So sis, you wanna fill me in on your plan for this one, or do you just want me to do charity work?”

“We will discuss the details on your return. I believe that girl will be quite useful. Call it a hunch.”

“If you say so.”

#[oh lawd she scheemin]#Lavender Beach Bash #{The Frightful Smile; (Leiko Kuchisake)}#{???; (Beatrix Vinke)}

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Bad Girls Get Punished.

A/N: Sorry this GIF doesn’t at ALL match the content really but it’s so adorable. Also I hope none of you genuinely are attracted to real life murderers. If so I don’t condone that to be clear. Now for the basics, I am not responsible for your content consumption. Especially once you click keep reading. My account and posts are for readers 18+, this is smut, dark smut. If you are a minor DNI, and do NOT keep reading. Also read the warnings, they are here for a reason.

Summary: You work with an adorable nerd with glasses, who's also your secret fantasy fuck. Not knowing any better you tell Adrian how badly you want Vigilante, so he gives him to you. All. Night. Long.

Pairing: Adrian Chase(Vigilante) x Fem Reader

Word Count: 4,900+

Warnings: Size kink?, mean Adrian, dubcon, rough sex, genuine fear, murder MENTION(because it's vigilante i mean come on), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, cervix kissing, hair pulling, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), sex in the suit!

You sat around with your coworkers on your ten, which you weren't all supposed to be on at the same time but the rush was finally over at Farrell Fields and your asshole boss wasn't here. Adrian, Stella and Jack sat around at a table with you and your ranting. Probably amused and seeing it as entertainment but this was a very serious convo.

"You need help. He's a murderer!" Jack said shaking his head at you. "A hot one!" You snapped back. "How would you know?" Adrian chimed in looking, nervous? "I just know." You shrugged with a smile. "Look you don't go around town in a mask and suit fighting crime and not be fucking sexy, I mean come on! Besides he probably fucks super rough." The words came out with no hesitation. Stella finally spoke up, "honestly I gotta agree with Y/N, he's definitely hot and packing, if I were single, I'd commit a crime just to meet him." Stella's words made you giggle shamelessly.

"He can catch me in the alley after my shift, I'll bend over a dumpster for him." You bit your lip jokingly and Jack rolled his eyes. Meanwhile Adrian was completely red in the face. Never saw him as the type to shy from sex talk, but after all he was a more kept to himself sweet kinda guy.

Once your break ended, Jack pulled you aside trying to talk with you about rethinking your decision to not go out with him. It wasn't his first time asking, and he really didn't like to accept a no. So you shut him down again, telling him you just didn't feel anything for him. He passive aggressively said bye, running into your shoulder nearly knocking you to the floor.

Adrian had caught you thankfully, holding you up as you were flush against his body. Your hand landed on his stomach and it was rock fucking hard. You didn't realize it or mean to, but you grabbed his abs before pushing yourself up. The feeling made your eyes flutter just for a moment, your face was hot as his eyes never left your face. Why the fuck is he so attractive right now?

Jack swore up and down Adrian liked you, even went as far to say he stared at your cleavage and ass constantly, but you just didn't believe it. Simply because how sweet the guy was. He was so gentle and kind. Unlike Jack.

"Y/N?" Adrian snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back into those pretty brown eyes. "Sorry, uh thanks." You mumbled as you looked at the ground. "It's nothing, I was meaning to ask you in there, so you like Vigilante?" He asked seeming a bit eager for a reply. "Oh, yeah. I mean he's a murderer but I dunno, he kills like criminals right?" You nervously replied and you looked back up to see hun smiling back at you.

"Right. Just curious. Also do you get off at 8 still?" The curly haired boy asked and you nodded, "yeah, why?" You questioned and he shrugged. "Oh I was thinking I could walk you home, so you don't have to be all alone." Now he was the one blushing. "I'd love that." You smiled and you bit your lip as you eyed the mouth watering man in front of you. "Y/N! Adrian! I'm not paying you two to socialize!" Your boss was here now, making you roll your eyes with a frown. "See ya later." You mumbled with a bit of a wave, and he held a hand to his head like a gun and made a little pew noise. Making you giggle before turning away and heading back to work.

You lit the blunt in your hand outside of work, your shift just ended but of course your shithead boss made you stay to help close. The pervert probably just wanted more time to eye fuck your body, he did it at the interview too but you played dumb and sweet because you really needed a job. Who knew the food industry was this fucked?

You inhaled off the unlit end of the blunt, taking a long hit from the perfectly rolled beauty. The high hadn't hit yet of course but any minute now, the cold air around you would've made you shiver but the warmth from your high was setting in. "You know I'm pretty sure that's illegal." A voice made you jump a bit and you looked over to just see a figure in the shadows. Fucking dark alleys.

"It's legalized now." You shrugged. "Not for twenty year olds, you're a year too soon." The voice was closer now, making your heart race a bit. "What makes you think I'm twenty?" You shot back and looked over at the door propped open with a brick for you to get back inside.

Without a second thought you made a run for the door, barely grazing the handle with your fingertips before you're pulled back from the entrance. "Get off of me!" You shouted and just like that the stranger listened, dropping you on the wet concrete. You watched as they shut the door, tossing the brick aside like it was a tennis ball. Wait a minute, this was Vigilante....

Your eyes widened and body trembled, this was someone who's killed people for littering or vandalism. Well that's what the rumors are, and with how he just man handled you.... Oh god you were about to die.

Your breathing picked up as you crawled backwards away from him, as he approached you without a word making you much more uneasy. "I don't wanna die." You shakily said as tears swelled up in your eyes, heart pounding and chest heaving. "Who said I was gonna kill you?" He cocked his head to the side and his voice sounded genuinely confused. "You're not?" You stopped your helpless crawling and took a deep inhale, still on edge. I mean he could be lying, he's still a mass murderer. "Of course not Y/N!" Vigilante said and the way he said your name was so familiar.

He opened a hand down to you, which you hesitantly accepted. The masked man lifted you one handed with ease. Standing so close to him made your nerves overwhelmed, you shivered but out of fear or excitement? You honestly weren't sure. Something about the way he towered over you and knowing he could break you in seconds, did things to you.

"You still broke the law though," he said snapping you out of your head. Just as quick as he said it, he shoved you face first into the brick wall in the alley, you whimpered now trembling again. Your eyes burning immediately as tears were ready to pour again. "Naughty girl. Did you think I'd just let you get away with it hmm?" One of his arms held your wrists behind you, pushing you into the wall. The rough texture of it digging into your cheek. A sound you were familiar with startled you, a knife opening. You were about to be stabbed to death in the middle of an alley...

"Wait please please please, I'll do anything j-just no. Please. I won't touch that shit ever again, it was just a long day and my boss just- please." You broke into a harsh sob at the end. Feeling broken and embarrassed that you cracked like that. "What are you begging for? Oh- oh no, you thought I was going to kill you?" He was nearly shouting at the end. "Go on and beg, maybe I'll hear you out." Vigilante said as you felt the cold metal of the knife poke at your arm, slowly gliding up and down the flesh. "I-I'm only twenty like you sa-said. I'm young and can change, I just have a l-lot of shit going on tod-today." You choked out through some sobs. "I'll never do it again please, I promise anything." The use of that word confirmed it, he knew just how you could make it up to him. How he could punish you. For the rejection, he's tried to take you on dates disguised as hangouts but you were always "busy." Or for the showing off your curves for anyone but him. He hated that. Knowing he wasn't the only one looking, eye fucking you. Even the pervert fucking boss did it. He'd change that, tonight he's marking you as his.

Tonight he wasn't your sweet coworker Adrian, he was Vigilante and the thought of you moaning that drove him insane. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out Y/N." He said deeply against your ear, making your eyes widen...

"W-what?" You said but just then a loud rip and cold air hit you. He cut open the back of your shirt completely... your lack of a full coverage bra was now something you were regretting. The thin strap lace material did little to hide your breasts. Your torn shirt fell to the floor, and immediately he groped your chest, you heard a low groan from under the mask. It made you whine shamefully loud.

"Please sir don't do this." You whined disregarding being fucking soaked between your thighs. "Sir? Call me Vigilante babe." He corrected with a bit of a growl as he just ripped your bralette off. Now turning you around to face him. "Jeans off." He demanded, your hands quickly fumbled with your belt, how shaky you were made it much harder.

"Come on you dumb slut, speed it up." His tone was annoyed which made you even more nervous, which really wasn't helping anyone. The second your belt was undone he snatched it from your waist and shoved your jeans down to your knees, your flimsy underwear going down along with it. "God you're a real whore under the uniform aren't you Y/N? Does anyone know that you wear such skimpy sorry excuses for clothing? Hmm slut?" As soon as the words left his mouth, an intrusion to your hole happened. He had removed a glove and shoved a finger inside of your drenched pussy. "Fuck babe you're dripping. Wow you're a real whore for me, say it." He demanded, you could hear the smile on his face. "I'm-," you couldn't finish as he shoved a second finger in. They were so long they fucking hit your g spot. It might have just been the size difference between you both, but fuck was he big.

"Vigilante, p-please." You whined, begging. For what? Hell you weren't even sure. Part of you in the back of your head was screaming to stop this all, but fuck it was so good, he was so good.

"Please what Y/N? Tell me what you want." Your mind was all scrambled from the pleasure, you couldn't even speak as he finger fucked you so incredibly fast against that brick wall, all humiliation and embarrassment forgotten as you let out loud endless moans. "Fuck it's so good, oh my god." You cried out as he curled his digits inside you. "So fucking tight around just my fingers, stuffing you with my cock is gonna be like putting on a cock ring." His words didn't make much sense and were off, but you couldn't focus on them or care as you gripped the shoulder pads of his suit for dear life. "I'm so close!"

You accidentally screamed the words feeling hysterical. The pleasure was so much, the rough material of his suit brushed your clit with each thrust of his wonderful fingers.

Then it was all ripped from you, making you whimper at the loss, you were right there. "You can only finish if I'm inside of you." The stranger informed you as he began to pull down the bottom half of his suit, just enough for his extremely hard cock to spring out. How the fuck- he was fucking huge!

He chuckled at the small gasp you let out, he turned you back around, you nearly fell due to your jeans being pooled at your ankles. You held yourself up against the wall. "Wait I don't know abo- Oh fuck!" You yelped as he pushed himself inside of you. "Ah fuck you're so tight, even after I loosened you up. I'll just have to fuck you to fit me like a fucking fleshlight." The last words made you wonder if you know who was behind the mask, as he sounded so familiar. It slipped your mind as he slipped inside you again, but regardless of you being so wet you were dripping down your thighs, he was way too big to fit all in. He created a slow and deep rhythm, each time trying to push deeper and deeper inside you.

It was so painful but so fucking good. You hadn't been fucked in months and god he was so big it felt overwhelming. You got a little more used to it and the pleasure was building, you couldn't hold back all the moans spilling out no matter how hard you tried.

"Such a good pussy for such a bad girl, god I'm gonna make you my own personal fleshlight."(Since he knew what that was now.) He groaned throwing his head back, as he harshly gripped your hips fucking you as he pleased. No regard for your own pleasure currently as he's been fantasizing about this moment since the day he first saw you. He grabbed a hand full of your hair, yanking it back so your back arched more. "So fucking perfect Y/N, tell me how much you like me fucking you in the middle of this filthy alley like the filthy whore you are." His harsh words shocked you but fuck were they hot, and with the way he was ramming so deep, fast and hard into you, you didn't care too much of what he said.

"Tell me." His voice was much more stern as he grabbed at your hair and hips harsher. Determined to leave bruises on your left hip, not that he cared. He wished he could take the mask off and mark you all over...

"So good V-vigilante! Mmm fuck!" You moaned grabbing at nothing as the harsh brick dug into the soft flesh of your palms. "Can't believe you'd let a stranger fuck you like this, s-such a slut." He choked up at one point to let out a groan. You whined now reminded you really had no idea who was so deep inside you. Right now you really couldn't care. Release was all that was on your mind. Yours, and even his.

You'd hate to admit it but the idea of the complete stranger filling you up did things... not that you'd get pregnant but still it was all risky.

"Gettin' close for me babe?" He breathily asked in your ear. You eagerly nodded, that feeling building in your stomach, like a million pleasure filled butterflies. "Mmm let me feel that pretty pussy cum on my cock." The naughty words from his mouth sent you over the edge. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape, walls spasming, juices dripping all over him heavily. "Oh g-god!" The dominance from earlier was a bit lost as he started to finish inside you.

He was just as vocal as you nearly when he came, not that you were complaining. You felt so full and warm inside now, your walls painted with the Vigilante's cum. As he continued a few deep thrusts, he said some shocking words. "Tell me who you belong to." The dominance was back just as quickly as it had once left.

You didn't have words, a bit shocked at the sudden rush of dominance he obtained. "Tell me or I'll shove my gun down your throat until you're screaming you're mine." His words were wild and growled, rage seeping through him as he dug his fingers deep into your hair and hip. "Fuck Vigilante! I'm yours, all yours!" You sobbed, slamming your rubbed raw palm against the red brick in front of you. "Mmm that's what I like to hear you fucking cum slut." As he finally slowed his thrusts your vision blurred and body was going limp. It all felt fuzzy...

You don't remember anything about what happened next. You woke up in a bed, but it wasn't your own. It was softer and slightly bigger. "Hey, you're okay." A familiar voice softly cooed, getting closer. You blinked a few more times in hopes it'd clear your vision. That's when you saw Adrian, and smiled. Forgetting where you were and why...

You slowly sat up and pain shot through your thighs, it was still really dark besides some dim light coming from the corner of the room. "What's wrong?" The curly haired man asked worriedly. "I- uhm.... it's, a long story." You hesitated with your words as the memories flooded back. "Did you find me?" You recalled that you were completely stripped of clothing in the alley, jeans pooled at your ankles and completely no top. You kept thinking more and more about the events. How familiar the voice sounded-

"Y/N what do you mean?" He asked avoiding your eyes... Oh god. "You're Vigilante!" You semi-loudly whispered in shock. "What? No! Why would you even say that?" Adrian frantically responded, sitting up from his bed with an eye roll. Still avoiding your eyes.

"You... you fucked me. That was you." Your mind and body were on pause as you processed the information. Your coworker, semi-crush, who's a bit pervy, and nerdy, is also basically a serial killer, with a huge dick and is the literal sweetest soul you've met...

"Why did you do that?" Was all that ran through your mind and you could muster in the moment. He seemed deep in thought for a moment...

"I just wanted you to have that fantasy with Vigilante, and in the process I got my own with you." He mumbled that last bit. "You're into me?" You asked not super shocked, but a bit taken back. "I mean, yeah of course. I thought it was obvious." He nervously stumbled on his words. Avoiding your eyes.

"I never would've expected you to be," a lot of different words ran through your head. Rough, big, fucking hot... or even a murderer. "Hey but I only ever kill criminals, I swear." Adrian attempted to assure you, although it didn't exactly help a whole lot. How could someone so sweet and adorable be, a psychopath? I mean... murdering people, like it's nothing.

"Vigilante? I mean I do keep my personal life very separate, I honestly really pride myself on how well I hide my identity." He rambled a bit, you could tell he was nervous but also that's just how Adrian was.

"I'm still me Y/N. I mean just think about how good I made you feel earlier, wouldn't you like that, all the time?" You couldn't even argue with that. He was right, you'd love it all the time. Without another word he kissed you, grabbing the nape of your neck. Tangling his fingers in your hair right before tugging lightly. You let his tongue slide into your mouth, and to your surprise he was a good fucking kisser. I mean considering how well he fucked you earlier, you really shouldn't be surprised.

His lips left yours only for your hair to be rubbed on, making your neck more exposed to the brunette. "Oh god." You moaned as his lips attached themselves to the sensitive skin of your neck. "Adrian!" You whined as you felt him relentlessly suck and bite at the flesh. Fuck you wished he did it sooner. However the realization this was definitely hard enough to leave marks made you push him back. He didn't budge though, "something wrong?" He murmured into your neck and he left a trail of purple marks down to his shirt, and that really wasn't helping how painfully hard he was. Adrian loved seeing you in his clothes damn near more than naked, but you in his bed. It was hard to resist. He took a cold shower almost immediately to refrain from fucking you right then and there on his mattress.

"Gonna be a good girl for me?" He cocked his head to the side at you with a grin, his cold hands sliding up underneath his shirt, gliding across your warm skin. Adrian groped your tits with a groan, he was dying to do this earlier but the fucking mask. His lips immediately attached to your nipples, after sucking harshly on one, he repeated the action to the other. His teeth pulling the sensitive bud upward making you whine.

"Fuck your boobs are really pretty, so much better than I imagined." He admitted like it was nothing, the thought of him thinking about you like that definitely got you more worked up. "Can't wait to be inside you again." Adrian moaned as he pressed himself against your thigh.

"Please Adrian." You whined and he complied, not exactly what you were expecting but he stripped you of your shirt quickly and kissed down to his boxers he put you in. He slid the oversized fabric to your ankles, then tossed them somewhere else in the room. "You have a really pretty pussy, I was wondering earlier if you wax or sha-," you cut him off not being able to take another second without something down there. "Adrian please!" You whined, voice wavering as you bucked your hips desperately. He couldn't deny you any longer even if he wanted to. His hungry eyes admired what you had between your legs a moment longer before his even hungrier mouth dived right in.

"Oh god!" You cried out as his tongue slipped between your folds and gathered your wetness with his tongue. Before focusing on your clit, lapping at the aching bundle of nerves. His arms hooked around your thighs, holding you down and pulling you closer so he could ravish you. "You taste so good." The curly haired boy groaned into your drenched pussy, wasting no time in helping you build an orgasm. Any second now you'd be a mess all over those filthy lips of his.

"Adrian, I'm so close!" You whined as your thighs began to shake, he tightened his grip on your thighs. Fingers digging into your soft skin, nails in your flesh. It all felt so good, so right. In response to your words he also pulled you closer, his face and your pussy couldn't get any closer. His nose kept brushing near your groin.

His lips wrapped around your clit, catching you off guard making you let out a moan so loud you were nearly screaming it. "Adrian!" You cried out as the green eyed man relentlessly made you finish against his lips. Sucking and lapping like it was his favorite thing to do. Little did you know, it now was. As he didn't stop once you had rode out your high.

His lips and tongue continued to work your clit, an arm across your waist, pinning you to the bed as he slipped two fingers inside your hole. "Oh shit!" You gasped, your thighs shaking and tears spilling from your eyes. The overstimulation was strong and really kicking in, "A-adrian, it-it's too mu-mUch." You sobbed as your thighs tightened around his head. With a gentle kiss to your clit, he finally pulled up from down between your plush thighs. "You taste so fucking good, I don't wanna stop." He nearly whined the last words with a frown. You had to look away from those puppy eyes before you agreed.

"As amazing as you were at that, I can't handle it." You informed a bit shyly. "Well I can still fuck you right? Cause my dick is hard as a brick right now and if I don't do something with it I think I won't be able to handle it." Adrian said with a serious look on his face. You hesitated for a moment before bucking your hips up at him, I mean one more orgasm won't hurt. You swear you've never seen a grown man so happy he smiled wider than you thought was possible.

What you didn't realize was waving the green flag at a ready to go, full of gas, monster truck, headed towards yourself would meant...

The eager brunette filled you instantly, making you fit him like a glove too small, squeezing around him with a vengeance it seemed. "Adrian!" You screamed grabbing his shoulders with a wail. He stretched you so good, ramming into your g spot. He ignored your cry and continued to fuck you with what seemed was all his might, grabbing the back of your legs and watching himself go in and out of you with a groan. "Fuck you feel so good. Pussy is s'tight babe, I can see myself in your stomach." He said in awe as he pressed against where the bulge of his cock was. You instantly reacted to the pressure of his hand on your lower belly with a loud cry. Moans slipping out of your mouth endlessly, you were lost in pleasure. “Oh fuck Adrian, I’m gonna cum!” You shouted louder than you probably should have.

“Let go for me, can’t wait to fill you up again.” He moaned as he sped up, staying consistent with the pressure on your stomach where his cock bulged through with each thrust.

Tears poured out of your eyes, your high hit like a truck. It was everlasting and so incredibly hard, all your senses overwhelmed, feeling him so deep inside of you, thrusting quickly into your aching soaked cunt, his natural scent filling your nostrils and the animalistic noises he let out as he relentlessly destroyed you. Your walls spasming around his dick was Heaven to him, his eyes concentrated at the way your face scrunched up and mouth was agape as you came. Crying out for him, clawing desperately at his back. Not knowing how much longer you could handle him inside of you.

“So fucking pretty for me Y/N, love the sounds you make for me.” He groaned eyeing your tits, but his focus faded as his own climax was on the brink. Something inside him snapped a bit, he pulled out for just a second before holding the back of your thighs with his forearms, shoving himself right back in. The new angle drove you wild. You didn’t think him going any deeper was possible but damn did he prove you wrong. “Oh my fucking god! Adrian shit!” You sobbed, slapping at his bicep, clawing all at his flesh you could reach, ashamed of the noises you were making. You covered your mouth as tears streamed out endlessly.

“Your pussy is so good Y/N. I would have stopped you for committing crimes long ago if I knew you’d feel like this.” He said between low moans and groans, his eyes fluttering shut. He was right back on edge and so were you again so soon. The way he brushed your g spot every time was beautiful, and semi painful as you’re sure this man was touching your cervix. “I’m gonna cum inside you.” He moaned out with a shiver, he himself was now becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. “Do it Vigilante.” You gasped as he instantly finished with those words. His hips harshly snapping against yours one last time, stilling inside of you.

As he spilled another big warm load inside of you, you came at that feeling. Now more than content with him and sex for, months probably. You were barely uttering words this time, too cock drunk to really function. “You okay?” He was panting a bit when he asked, but when his soft eyes looked into yours, you felt great. You nodded with a lazy smile. “Let me clean you up.” Adrian said pulling out of you and getting up. Almost instantly pain hit between your thighs, mainly your legs from the positions and being spread so wide, but the stretch from him being inside you for a while didn’t help.

You were going to wait for him to come back but sleep consumed you, considering it was three am Adrian wasn’t surprised. He cleaned you up and put his clothes back on you, this time he slept next to you in his bed. The curly haired boy couldn’t help but big spoon you, it just felt right to him… you felt right, and now that you’ve been punished he can call you his.

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dottores · 2 years

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as the world caves in | kokonoi h.

kokonoi hajime x fem!reader

summary: he wished he had realized how he felt before it was too late.

warnings: heavy angst, fem!reader, reader death, implied alcoholism + alcohol poisoning, brief implications of suicide, koko is having a mental breakdown

wordcount: 3.3k

He had ignored the first two calls.

It wasn’t his fault, he tried to convince himself. He didn’t know.

(You would have known if you had picked up)

He felt bile rise in his throat as he dug his nails into his skin deep enough to draw blood. He couldn’t fucking breathe, it felt like his chest was caving in on itself and his lungs were being crushed. Every gasp for breath he took hurt, like he was being stabbed repeatedly in the side and chest over and over and over again, and a part of him wished he was being stabbed, it would likely hurt less than what he was already dealing with.

“Koko! Open the fucking door!”

“Koko, come on! Hurry up and open the door already, we gotta head out! Your meeting is in fifteen minutes and it’s halfway across Shibuya!”

The noise he made was more animalistic than human as your familiar voice ran through his head, a strangled gasp that had his bloody hands flying to his ears, desperately trying to block out the sound of you before it drove him fucking crazy.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck-

How long had it been since he had gotten back from the hospital? He didn’t even know, everything was blurring together but it had to have been a while if they were already at his apartment looking for him.

“Koko, I swear to fucking god, I’ll break this door down!”

He couldn’t have responded if he wanted to, he couldn’t even get enough air in to breathe correctly--his head felt dizzy and his lungs were screaming at him but there was nothing he could do.

You need to calm down, he begged himself, eyes blurring either from tears, alcohol or a lack of oxygen--maybe all three, he didn’t even know anymore.

“Koko, you need to calm down. You’re only stressing yourself out more--it’s one deal, you’ll make up for the profit loss in less than a day-”

“What the fuck do you know, y/n?” he remembered roaring back at you, too blind in his rage at his own failure to notice the hurt look that spread across your face, “Fuck off already, will you? You’re not helping.”

Had he ever apologized for it?

Kokonoi gagged violently, dry heaving as his body shook, palms splayed against the floor as he doubled over. The shattered glass that had belonged to the mirror above him tore through his palm and his arms trembled, barely holding up the weight of his body.

He knew the answer to the question--he never apologized to you for anything. Not for lashing out at you when you were only worried for him, not for constantly taking advantage of your patience and kindness, not for using you to fill that empty void in his chest and giving you nothing in return.

You knew he was sorry though, didn’t you? You had to, he thought frantically, the sick feeling in his stomach growing when he realized that he had never really given you a reason to believe otherwise, you had to know.

Ever since the first day he had met you, you had done nothing but give him your all--first in work, then in friendship, and then in love even when you knew he would never return your feelings.

But you did, he screamed at himself, you did fucking return them, you were just scared something like this would happen again and you never fucking told her. Now, look at you.

“Just fix her! There has to be something you can do, I don’t care how much it costs, I’ll fucking pay it, just fix her now!”

“Sir, there’s nothing we can do. We can’t keep her stable, her wounds are too-”

“Let me see her! I need to talk to her, I need to tell her-”

Kokonoi bit down hard on his forearm, muffling the sob that rose to his lips. He had ignored the first two calls--too focused on trying to close another contract for Bonten, too busy with a stupid meeting that had meant nothing compared to you. If he hadn’t ignored the calls, he would have at least had the chance to say goodbye to you--to tell you how he felt, that he had been a fucking coward.

He gasped loudly, trying to take in a deep breath, only to start coughing at the pain that shot through his chest, gagging as he was overcome with that same helpless feeling he had experienced when one of the doctors came from the room, pronouncing that you had passed. Because fuck his entire life had been spent revolving around money just so he never experienced the pain he felt from Akane’s death again and his money had been fucking useless in preventing it from happening again.

“I’m L/N Y/N! Mikey-san said I’ll be working as your assistant from now on. It’s nice to meet you, I hope I can be of help!”

How long had it been since then?

Almost seven years to the day, he remembered and he could feel the tears running down his face as he pressed his bloody hands against his eyes, rocking back and forth. He had been twenty and you had been eighteen at the time--a freshman finance student at the University of Tokyo who was looking for work experience. You had stumbled across Mikey in a cafe where he was waiting for some pastries and had somehow managed to drag him into conversation--Kokonoi supposed he shouldn’t be surprised, you had always managed to befriend everybody you came across and Mikey had been no exception, even with his cold, standoffish personality. Bonten had been in its early years and Mikey had offered you a position as an assistant when you had started complaining about the lack of opportunity to find a job.

Kokonoi had hated you at first, he remembered, taking in a shuddered breath. He had thought Mikey passing you off to him was his way of saying that he wasn’t doing a good enough job--he knew now that it was the opposite, Mikey had thought he was taking far too much of Bonten’s workload on his shoulders and you were supposed to help him with that, but it didn’t change how awful he was to you in the beginning. Half of the time he ignored you and the other half he spent all but belittling you--thinking back to it made him genuinely feel sick because you had been a fucking saint for still coming in to work every day with a smile, not letting his blatant hostility deter you in any way.

He wasn’t even sure when it had changed--when he had started to think of you as a colleague rather than an annoyance, and then after that as a friend rather than an acquaintance.

That’s a lie, he remembered the exact moment he had begun to actually see you as a friend.

“KOKO! Look! They had your favorite at the cafe! I saw it in the window and decided to run in and grab it. It took longer than I thought, so sorry I’m a little late.”

“My favorite?”

“Oh, um, I just assumed, I guess… You mentioned it a couple weeks ago, and you always look for it whenever we stop there after work… is it not? I figured it was.”

“You remembered that?”

“Huh? Of course, I did, I remember everything you tell me.”

He could still see your stupid, bright smile as you held out the pastry for him. He could still remember the strange warm feeling that had swept over him at your words because when had been the last time someone had made an effort for him? He couldn’t even remember and you had said it so off-handedly, as if you hadn’t single-handedly shook his world with that small act of affection.

You had spent the past seven years trying to make life easier for him while asking for nothing in return and how had he treated you in response?

“You did that wrong, y/n, fix it before it’s due.”

“Fuck, I’m going to have to do this myself, aren’t I? Just go make yourself useful and grab me something to eat so I can concentrate.”

“Just leave me the fuck alone, for now, you’re stressing me out.”

Every awful thing he had said to you began running through his mind. Why had you even cared about him? he couldn’t understand. Even after he had begun to see you as a friend, he never treated you half as good as you always treated him. You had always gone out of your way for him even with the little things--making sure he always had his coffee ready in the morning so it was one less thing for him to worry about, picking out movies for the two of you to watch and relax to when he had a rough day, staying with him at the office overnight when he had too much work to leave so he wasn’t alone.

He had taken it all for fucking granted, every little thing you did for him, every smile you directed toward him and every smile you brought to his face--he had never smiled as much in his life as he did when he was with you.

And now-

His hand clutched at his chest and he sobbed, wishing he could just rip it out so it didn’t hurt so goddamn much. It was all gone--you were gone and it was his fault. He had been the one to send you to Shinjuku to close off the deal he had been working on with a second-rate gang in the area. He should’ve known better--he should’ve gone himself, at least then you would be alive even if that did mean he would take your place.

It hurt. Everything hurt and Kokonoi couldn’t handle it. He had gone through nearly three and a half full bottles of wine already--your favorite, because he couldn’t bear to look at them displayed on his shelf any longer, ready for you to come back so the two of you could celebrate the successful deal--and it hadn’t numbed the pain at all. He was sure he had never hurt this much before in his entire life--Akane’s death couldn’t even compare because at least he hadn’t been the one to send her into the fucking fire. He hadn’t spent seven years trying to convince himself he didn’t love Akane. He hadn’t pushed Akane away because he was scared of falling in love again.

He had done that to you and you had died completely unaware of how he really felt for you. You had died thinking your love for him was unrequited because he had been a coward.

“I’ll never be able to love you like that.”

“That’s okay. I mean, I’m not looking for anything in return, Hajime. I just want to help you be happy, that’s all.”

His hands flew right back up to his ears to block you out but it did nothing to stop your voice from ringing in his head--all of the times you had spent reassuring him when the stress of his position was becoming too much, all of the times you had spent chatting away on some random subject to try to get his mind off of work when he was on the verge of breaking down ringing through his head.

“Did you know that giant penguins used to inhabit the North Atlantic? I wish they were still alive, I want to pet one so bad--you think it’s possible to recreate them with some sciencey stuff? We should try, you have a lot of money, right? You could fund it! It could be my birthday gift, penguins are my favorite, you know?”

Of course, he had known, he had remembered every little thing you told him even if he pretended otherwise. Fuck, he would have bought you every penguin he could get his hands on just to see that smile on your face one more time--the entire fucking Antarctic if you wanted. He would have drained his entire savings if it just meant you would walk through his office door one more time with two coffees and a bag of pastries in hand for you to share.

He could picture you sitting on the corner of his desk, hands flying around your head energetically as you regaled him with stories of your day--from some random girl telling you that she liked your outfit to you animatedly recounting how you had tripped down a whole flight of stairs while leaving your apartment building in front of half of the other people that lived in the complex with you.

His entire body heaved and he leaned back over the toilet, throwing up yet again as he realized that no he would never see you smiling at him again, and no he would never hear you telling him about your struggles with public transportation (because you constantly refused his offers of buying you a car) and no you would never rush into the office, out of breath and disheveled, thirty minutes late because you wanted to surprise him with a new type of snack that you had seen in some window while you were walking to work.

Come back, he wanted to cry, please don’t leave me alone again; I don’t want to be alone again. He choked up more vomit as he sobbed--why the fuck could his money buy him everything except the one thing he needed?

It wasn’t fair, he internally screamed, itwasn’tfairitwasn’tfairitwasn’tfair-

He had to be fucking cursed--why was everything and everyone he loved taken from him? He couldn’t understand; it felt like his entire world was falling apart. How much wrong had he done in his past life to deserve this?

It wasn’t fucking fair.

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He should have come sooner. He shouldn’t have let the Haitanis and Sanzu convince him to give Kokonoi time on his own to mourn. Kakucho knew better than any of them what it was like to be alone after losing someone you love and as much as he tried to hide it, Kokonoi had always been the most emotional of the lot of them--the one to love the hardest and hurt the most because why else would he visit the grave of the first person he had failed to save on the anniversary of her death without exception; why else would he constantly watch over his estranged childhood best friend so he could make sure he was doing well when he thought no one was paying attention.

“Koko, please!” Kakucho shouted, banging on the bathroom door desperately, knowing that Kokonoi was behind it.

Fuck, Kakucho thought, panic rising as he heard Kokonoi throwing up again, sobs and strangled gasps resounding from the bathroom. Fuck.

Kakucho shouldn’t have left him alone for a day, much less the five that he had and he wanted to punch himself in the face but he would have to tear himself apart after he made sure Kokonoi wasn’t killing himself.

“KOKO, YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS BEFORE I KICK THIS DOOR DOWN!” Kakucho roared, slamming his fist on the bathroom door.

Kakucho took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down briefly as he gave Kokonoi time to open the door but when he heard no movement from inside the bathroom, he grit his teeth.

Alright, he thought, taking a step back before he drove his foot into the door, watching it crash open.

He had barely taken a step forward before the smell hit him--vomit, blood, sweat--Kakucho nearly gagged but forced it down. Focus, he told himself, heart dropping at the sight of the bathroom in front of him.

Glass from the bathroom mirror was shattered on the ground and there were four bottles of wine scattered around the bathroom; three empty, two of which were broken--looking as if Kokonoi had thrown them against the wall--and one nearly empty, leaking the little bit of wine left in it onto the floor, mixing in with the pools and splatters of blood that decorated the white tiled floor.

“Koko,” Kakucho breathed out, eyes zeroing in on the man slumped over on the toilet seat, skin too pale and clammy to be healthy, lips-tinged blue and eyes unfocused as he took in weak, irregular breaths, body shivering violently.

Fuck, he thought, horrified, fuckfuckfuck-

He rushed forward, ignoring the blood that was smeared on his face and body as he carefully leaned in front of his friend.

Had he even eaten? Kakucho wondered, gritting his teeth as he realized how thin Kokonoi had gotten over the five days. He pulled Kokonoi off of the toilet and the other man only slumped against him, weak breaths leaving his lips.

“She’s gone,” he heard Kokonoi sob, voice hoarse as if he hadn’t spoken in days--he probably hadn’t, “She’s gone.”

“I know,” Kakucho said quietly, jaw clenched as he tried to force away the aching feeling that shot through him at his words. You had been closest to Kokonoi and Mikey, of course, but you had been with all of them since the beginning--seven years now, he remembered, you had been just as important to the organization as any of the executives despite your position as just Kokonoi’s assistant. All of them had lost a friend--family, really, he corrected--but Kokonoi…

Koko had lost a lot more than that.

“‘s all my fault,” Kokonoi cried, “my fault, I sent-”

“It’s not your fault,” Kakucho told him, “You couldn’t have known.”

“I never told her,” Kokonoi gasped, “I never told her--she died thinking-”

“She knew, Koko,” Kakucho said quietly, pulling out his phone to send a quick text to the Haitanis.

(2:53 am) Kakucho: get to kokonoi’s apartment now. need to get him to a hospital.

(2:53 am) Rindou: otw

“She didn’t-she couldn’t-”

“She did,” Kakucho told him, because how could you not? Kokonoi wasn’t as subtle in his emotions as he liked to believe--he looked at you as if you were the sun and he were just a mere planet revolving around you, Kakucho couldn’t count the number of times he had walked into Kokonoi’s office just to see the man leaning his elbow against his desk, chin resting on his hand as he gazed up at you with eyes full of nothing short of adoration as you chatted on and on about some random subject that Kokonoi probably couldn’t have cared less about if it was anyone else talking to him about it but he was enamored because it was you telling him about it so it was instantly the most interesting topic in the world.

“C’mon, Koko, we gotta get you some help,” Kakucho said, pulling the man into his arms and wincing as he lifted him with ease--Kokonoi had always been on the thin side compared to the rest of them but his weight now couldn’t possibly be healthy.

“No,” Koko slurred, weakly hitting Kakucho’s back, “Just leave me here, I don’t wanna be here without her. Just leave me, wanna be with her. I wanna-”

Kakucho grimaced, remembering how the same words had echoed through his own head twelve years ago.

“I’m sorry, Koko,” Kakucho said quietly, “I can’t do that.”

“Please, please,” Kokonoi sobbed, “Everything hurts. It hurts, I can’t do it, I can’t-”

Kokonoi’s voice cut off into unintelligible gaspsand Kakucho’s jaw clenched and he briefly shut his eyes as tears pricked at them, memories of the weeks after Izana’s death sweeping over him like a tidal wave.

I’m sorry, he apologized to Koko silently again as the man slumped against him limply, worn out, I promise I’ll help you get through this.

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notes: didn’t come out like how i originally imagined it but o well

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Baby’s First Heartbreak

pairing: marvel cast x teen!fem!reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader, Elizabeth Olsen x reader

prompt: the youngest member of the marvel cast experiences her first breakup.

warnings: not much—crying, a break up.

A/n: Tom is 19 here because this is set during Civil War. He was such a baby omg🥺

You were always a firm believer in having hope. No matter what the situation was, you knew that you had to at least try before fully giving up. You were only 18, but it was the mindset you grew up with. You were taught to face things with bravery and confidence, you faced things head to head with all your might. Though some things never went the way you planned, you were still the ray of sunshine you were, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to learn and explore the world.

You had the same mindset going into your first relationship. Love was something you’ve always wanted to experience. Sure, you received it from your friends and family. But you wanted the different kind of love. The special one that was shared between two people. The one that made your heart skip a beat and made you breathless. Where staring into that special someone’s eyes felt like you were being transported into another world where it was just the two of you.

You’ve found that kind of love in a boy from your hometown. The two of you had been friends since pre-k, growing up along side each other, and being there for each other’s success and failures. You’ve known him all your life but the feelings didn’t come till sophomore year of high school. It all just clicked all of sudden; that one day where he said you looked cute in his jumper and the next moment you knew you were seeing him in a new light. Junior year, you were both beating around the bush; constantly pining over each other with longing stares and fingers always brushing against each other. Though you didn’t see him all the time due to your job as an actress. You spent half of the school year in your hometown and the rest at Atlanta. Of course he knew of your job and as much as he hated to see you go, he knew you were doing something that made you happy. So he spent as much time as he could with you before your time together came to an end. A few days prior to your flight to Atlanta, under the night sky of your backyard, he admitted his feelings for you. By senior year, the two of you had been dating for half a year. It had been the best moments of your life, you were in love and high on happiness, it was like nothing in life could ever go wrong.

Now here you were, in your trailer on the set of Captain America: Civil War, sobbing you eyes out. You knew loving could hurt, but not this much. You still felt your heart skip a beat, but it was clenching in heartache. You were still breathless, but because you’ve been trying to catch your breath after every sob that wracked your body. You felt broken. The boy you loved had ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it onto the floor, stomping on it till it stopped beating.

You hiccuped as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were nothing but a fool. A fool who had hope in something that was never going to work. You sniffled as you snatched tissues out of the box on your bathroom sink, dabbing the material onto your eyes and blowing your nose. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy. A sigh of frustration releases from your body. There was no way you could walk onto set without people asking you what was wrong.

You debated asking your assistant to ask your designated makeup artist to do your makeup in your trailer, you didn’t want to be a bother. But your thumbs were already shamefully typing away the request on your phone. A few minutes later Eleanor, your makeup artist on set, arrives at your trailer with her supplies in hand.

She doesn’t directly question you, but she has the look of a concerned mother once she sees your face. You lie to her and tell her you weren’t having a good day and chalked it up to being homesick.

You dreaded going on set. You weren’t sure if you could face anyone without bursting into tears. The moment you felt like you were okay, your heart would clench, reminding you of the ache it was feeling.

You were in your costume, sitting on the sidelines of the set while you rehearsed your lines. The dialogue from the script acted as a distraction from the current pain you were feeling. The tears had stopped but your eyes felt dry, making you blink multiple times to keep them wet.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You look up and meet the stunning blue eyes of Chris Evans. That typical goofy smile of his was etched onto his features. Usually you would reciprocate that smile, but today you just couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. His smile falters when he sees your face.

“Morning.” You greet him, forcing a smile. Concern shadows on his face as he shifts a bit closer to you. “You alright?” He asks, eyes softening at you. Being the youngest of all the Avengers cast members, everyone had a soft side for you. Especially Chris, who saw you as a daughter.

“Y-yeah, I’ve just got—allergies.” You lied, another fake smile forcing itself onto your lips.

“Well have you taken something to help your allergies? Do you need Allegra? Claritin or something?” He looked around ready to call one of the runners on set to get you some meds.

“No! I took some already, a few minutes ago! It probably hasn’t kicked in yet.” You tell him. He eyes you reluctantly, not knowing if he should believe you. He decides to let it pass and nods, “Ok, tell me if you need anything though.”

You hum in response and tilt your head down back to your script.

The day goes on and everyone had caught on to your lack of—being you. The infamous smile everyone knew you by was barely on your face. You didn’t crack jokes with Anthony or share a giggle with Elizabeth. Instead you were quiet, a frown was on your face as you stared blankly at the floor. You didn’t interact with anybody, keeping to yourself and walking off set whenever one of the Russos called cut.

Anthony and Sebastian watched as you walked off the set. You have all finished a sequence of the airport scene and the Russos had given everyone a break while they rewatched the scenes they shot. Anthony’s brows furrowed while he watched your figure go further and further away. He had tried to cheer you up, telling you a joke about how Seb’s arm lube kept leaking out his fake arm. Your response was nothing but a fake laugh—it wasn’t even a fake laugh, more like a huff of laughter.

“She didn’t laugh at my joke.” Anthony thought aloud. Sebastian quirked an eye at his friend, “Does she have to laugh at all your jokes?”

“No, but even if I tell her a corny ass joke, she’ll still laugh at it.” He expressed, throwing his arms up. Sebastian’s lip pouted as he thought back to your behavior on set. You were acting unusual. He turns to Tom (Holland) and asks, “Hey, has (y/n) said anything to you? Like anything bothering her?”

The Brit shakes his head, “Um, nope. Besides filming, I haven’t spoken to her today.”

Anthony crosses his arms, approaching Tom, “Have you tried speaking to her? We’ve been trying to figure out what’s been going on with her today and you’re the closest to her age here.”

“I—I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem in a talking mood. I thought I was bothering her so I just stopped.” Tom answered. He gestures to the direction of the trailers, “I could check up on her right now? Maybe I’ll get her one of her favorite snacks from crafties, it might cheer her up.”

Half of a smile makes it way onto Sebastian’s face at the boy’s efforts. Though you were clearly upset and he felt like they were all prodding at your privacy. “Maybe we should give her some time alone.”

Tom frowns at the older man, “But (y/n)’s upset. Shouldn’t we do something?” Anthony agrees with Tom and looks at Sebastian.

Seb raises his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying—maybe she wants to be alone. She went back to her trailer away from everybody. She probably doesn’t want us shoving our noses into her business, we should respect that.”

Chris joins the group along with Scarlett and Elizabeth. He had overhead the group talking and urged the two ladies to join him in on the conversation.

“You guys talking about (y/n)?” Chris asks, hands on his waist.

“Yeah, Seb says we should leave her be.” Anthony fills him in.

“She told me she had allergies.” Chris starts. “She’s an amazing actress, but kid’s gotta work on the lying.” He finishes. Elizabeth and Scarlett glance at each other.

“Well has anyone talked to her at all today? Besides Chris?” Elizabeth asked the group. Everyone shakes their head. Elizabeth sighs while looking around at anyone else who could’ve talked to you. She spots Eleanor hanging along the sides with her makeup belt on, ready for touch ups. Elizabeth calls her over. Eleanor has her brush ready to powder her down, but Elizabeth politely declines.

“You do (y/n)‘s makeup right?”

Eleanor nods, “Yeah, I do.”

“How was she this morning? We’re just a bit concerned since she’s been acting different today.” Eleanor sighs, knowing if she told them it would be an invasion of your privacy. Although, they were all concerned for you and so was she.

“I got a text from her assistant telling me to do her makeup in her trailer today.” She began. “I walked in and her eyes were red, cheeks puffy—“

Chris apologizes and interrupts her, “Because of allergies?”

Eleanor shakes her head, “No, she never mentioned anything about allergies. But she looked like she’s been crying. She was wiping her face when I arrived.”

“Did she give you a reason for why she was crying?” Scarlett questions her.

“She told me she was feeling homesick.” Eleanor answered. Scarlett turned to Chris and shared a look. Elizabeth thanks Eleanor then turns back to the group.

“We need to check up on her.” Anthony says. All the men nodded and began to make their way to your trailer. Suddenly, they were stopped by Scarlett and Elizabeth.

“But (y/n)—“ Tom said pointing to the trailers. Scarlett shakes her head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Lizzie and I will go. You guys are gonna overwhelm her with all your questions.” Scarlett insists, much to the men’s dismay. They wanted to be there for you, but maybe a mother figure might help you open up with what’s bothering you. They agree and let the two women go to your trailer. Before they can get to you, they get some snacks from crafties for you.

As soon as you shut the trailer’s door behind you, the tears welled up in your eyes again. It only took a matter of seconds until they fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. You heard some people walk by outside and cover your mouth to muffle the whimpers that came out your mouth. You slid down the door and shoved your head into your hands. You leaned forward against your knees as you cried into your arms. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, anger; you were feeling so many things and the only way to let them all out seemed to be crying.

They heard your cries from behind the door. Scarlett sends Elizabeth an alarmed look as she rushes up to your door. She knocked on it repeatedly, causing you to jump from behind the door. Your cries come to a stop while you try to wipe away the tears as best as you can.

“(Y/n), honey, please open the door.” You hear Scarlett say. You remain silent, getting up and dusting your legs off. You stare at the door, debating whether you should open it or not.

“(Y/n), everyone’s worried about you. We just want to help.” Another voice coaxes you behind the door. Elizabeth. “Please let us in.”

Outside, the two women had their ears pressed up against your trailer’s door. Scarlett tries to get you to open the door again, “It’s only me and Lizzie. I promise.”

There was some shuffling heard behind the door. The door pushes open slowly, making Scarlett and Elizabeth back away. A worried expression appears on Scarlett’s face once she sees you. She cups your cheeks, her thumbs gently swiping away some tears that fell from your eyes. The two of them shuffle inside your trailer. You burst out into tears once again when Scarlett wraps her arms around you. She moves you both to sit on the couch that was in your trailer. She lets you shove your head into the crook of her neck while her hands smoothed your hair. Elizabeth sits behind you rubbing circles onto your back. Your cries broke both their hearts. You were a fairly happy girl, to see you in such pain and heartache was hard to watch.

Scarlett rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down by whispering comforting words into your ear. She presses a motherly kiss onto your forehead once she sees you start to calm down. Elizabeth waits patiently beside you waiting for when you’re ready to talk. When your whimpers turned into hiccups, Scarlett pulls your face away from her neck to look at you. She frowns when she sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on or are you going to keep bottling it up to yourself?” She asks you softly, tucking strands of your hair behind your ears. Elizabeth chimes in from behind you, “You know, sometimes it helps to tell others what’s bothering you. You don’t have to keep it to yourself, (y/n), you could talk to us.” She gathers your hair together, splitting it into two parts as she began to fish tail braid your hair.

You take a moment to compose yourself before eyeying the two women. You knew you could trust them. Scarlett was like your on-set mom and Lizzie was like one of your aunts. If you could tell anyone on set what was going on, it would be them.

“He broke up with me.” You confess, eyes trained on your lap. Lizzie’s fingers stop braiding your hair, “What?”

“Peyton, he broke up with me.” You whined, not wanting to say it again. You fiddle with your fingers while a tear falls to your lap.

“Oh honey.” Scarlett cooes pulling you back into her chest. You sniffle and wrap your arms around her torso. Silently crying into her shoulder.

“Did he give you a reason why?” Lizzie asks softly. You move away from Scarlett’s hold and lean against the couch with your knees to your chest. Lizzie wraps an arm around your shoulder for comfort.

You glanced at your phone that was on the coffee table, “H-he texted me earlier this morning. He said he couldn’t do the long distance thing anymore and that he has feelings for somebody else.”

Anger flashes in Scarlett’s eyes, “He broke up with you over a text message?” You nod in response.

“What a dick.” She mutters glaring at your phone. It’s quiet for a few minutes. Until you ask them, “Am I not worth trying for a long distance relationship?”

Lizzie shakes her head, “No, don’t you ever think that because you are.”

You sigh and throw your head back, “Then why did he break up with me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough?” Scarlett interrupts your questions by shushing you.

“There is not a damn thing wrong about you. Don’t you ever let a man, let alone a boy, make you question your worth.” Scarlett advises you a stern look on her face. “You are the most sweetest and loveliest girl I have ever met in my life. You’re kind, you care about the people around you—you even laugh at Anthony’s stupid jokes.”

Lizzie snorts beside you and squeezes your shoulder, “And his jokes are the worst.”

Scarlett continues, “You are a talented young woman already making it big in the movie industry and you did it all on your own. You are beautiful inside and out. You’re perfect, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why did he leave me?”

“Because he’s an idiot that doesn’t know your worth.” Lizzie answers resting her head on your shoulder. “I know it hurts now but these things happen for a reason. He wasn’t meant for you and you weren’t meant for him. Maybe somewhere in the future you guys will meet and try again. Or maybe you’ll move on with someone new. That’s just how it is. It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”

Scarlett nods at Lizzie, “Take it from me, I’ve been married twice. When it seems like you found that special person, sometimes it’ll all come crashing down. And it’s not an easy thing to go through. It’s full of pain, heartache, self doubt and a bunch of other heart wrenching things. But in the end you come out a stronger version of yourself.”

You stare at Scarlett, “How did you do it?”

Scarlett softly smiles at you, “Well, I had lots of friends who supported me every step of the way. But most importantly, I valued myself. I did things that made me happy and took care of myself mentally and physically.”

You bite your lip in thought as you stare at the ground.

“Listen to me.” Scarlett urges you, “You’re young, (y/n). You’re going to meet so many more people in the future that’ll bring you so much happiness and love in your life. Don’t beat yourself up over one boy who decided to leave you because he wasn’t committed for a long distance relationship. You’re going to be okay.” She assures you, cradling your face. Your lips form into a tight smile while you nod in response.

“You have us and the rest of the people outside of this trailer to support you. We’ll always have your back, whatever it is, I promise you that. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Lizzie promises you, taking your hand into hers. You hum and rest your head on her shoulder. You pull on Scarlett’s arm to join you and Lizzie. She chuckles and hugs you from behind.

“Thank you guys.” You whisper, genuinely grateful that you had them in your life. Lizzie pecks your temple, “Anytime darling.”

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Love You to the Moon and Back

summary: Bucky notices you’re feeling down after a bad injury, he does his best to help.

words: 3817

warning: depressive episode, doctors, mainly fluff!

pairing: Bucky x Reader

Masterlist!

Bucky could tell you were getting bad again.

And it hurt him to see you like this but it always happened after a big mission, your job was traumatizing and it took a toll on all of you. Bucky knew he had his days but he also knew when you finally let yourself slip it was really bad.

You were a very headstrong person, you didn’t like letting people see your weaknesses or just you being hurt in general. So it sucked when you had broken your shin and witnessed a school of kids get blown up by a bomb, maybe sucked is an understatement but it was what you always said.

You had pretended to be a teacher because there was supposed to be a hit on most teachers at a private school, so when the school blew up before everyone was out of the building- including you -it left the memories very crystal clear. There was no way of saving everyone so you saved yourself, and the feeling of selfishness had never been more apparent than right now. You were lying in bed with a cast on your left leg, your left leg was on top of the duvet while the other leg was under.

A tank top and shorts was all you wore even though you were cold. A pillow was placed between your legs down by your shins to keep the injured one elevated, Bucky had stuck it there the last time he came in to check on you.

Speaking of Bucky, he walked into your shared room in the compound.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed as he gently opened and closed the door without making any sound, you had become hyper-aware to sound and light so a loud noise or a flash of a camera could send you into a state of hysterics. Bucky sat himself at the edge of the bed at around your midsection, you were lying in the middle and facing him. You barely said hello, all you could muster was a groan that had the same rhythm as the word hello. “How’s my girl doing?” Bucky rubbed your thigh very carefully.

It was so obviously a rhetorical question, you were absolutely shit and he knew it. You both just stared at each other and Bucky seemed to get the message, he nodded and looked down. The room was so dark from the lights being off and the curtains being pulled you barely registered that Bucky had a plate of cheese, apple slices, and crackers. Bucky saw you turn your nose up and he knew you would, you had been like this for what felt like weeks.

“You have your two appointments today, you wanna use the crutches or the wheelchair?” Bucky asked as he gently caressed your thigh, a little hum came after a few sections to clarify this wasn’t rhetorical.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“Okay…” Bucky held onto the last syllable, he glanced over to the wheelchair and crutches. “How about you have a little snack and then when you got food- and I’ll get water -you can make your choice. You also know you can switch and I’ll be glad to grab it for you, alright?” he did a few quick pats on your thigh before setting the plate down on the bedside table, he grunted as he stood up and stuck his arms slowly beneath you. All Bucky did was sit you upright to eat, you had gotten better at eating and now didn’t need motivation to eat but just a little push at the beginning to keep going after the first bite. Bucky also found if he ate a few pieces from the plate you’d be more inclined to eat the rest.

“Thanks,” your voice was low and barely audible.

“No need, pretty lady,” Bucky got right beside you and grabbed the plate, he placed it between you and let you choose the first piece. “So, you’re at the doctor at two and then Doc at three-ten, do you wanna nap between for a little or for a while after?” he just took a cracker and plopped it into his mouth.

“No, no nap between, I wanna sit outside Doc’s office like before to make sure I’m not late.” You mumbled and stacked a piece of cheese on an apple slice. Doc was your therapist that was assigned to you a little while before your injury, Bucky wasn’t the only one who got nightmares and manic episodes; you probably got them more. Bucky knew he couldn’t go into your therapy meeting, he could physically go in but it went against his morals, this was your time to be alone and completely vulnerable to a human that you only see one or twice a week, he didn’t want you to sugar coat anything just because he wa sitting there.

Bucky nodded and hummed before pulling the notebook out of the bedside table’s drawer, your combat backpack which you used for everything between missions and a picnic in the park was curled over itself in the corner of your room. Bucky picked it up and headed back to bed to let it rest there as he packed. He did this when you weren’t injured, Bucky had sadly realized your memory was a little shot from the amount of bootleg brainwashing and head injuries. You’d constantly forget about appointments or missions, or even the date.

“Baby, I told you, your birthday is today, that’s why I got flowers.” Bucky said and pointed to the counter with the bright flowers on it.

“No…” you rubbed the front of your head. “My birthday isn’t today, I forget the day- but it’s not today, I swear.”

He slid in your journal that you used to write down lists and memories, you had used a guitar pick as your bookmark even though you can’t play anymore. Sometimes when you’d show up to a therapy session you’d forget what you wanted to say, it hurt him when he’d walk you there and you’d be saying the list of things under your breath with your eyes closed. Nightmare, mom, picking my nails, ankle, nightmare, sand, flowers.

“We gotta go soon, anyways, wanna get ready for the day?” Bucky softly asked, there was no nice way of telling your loved one they needed to shower.

“Sure,” you looked down at the plate and grabbed the last of it before getting up, the apple and cheese was just curled in the palm of your hand, as you walked over you shoved it all into your mouth because you knew you had to shower and you didn’t like soggy cheese.

“I’ll keep packing your bag, and I’ll fill a water bottle for you.” Bucky had been your human crutch as you walked to the bathroom, you had an itch down in your cast that was bugging you.

Tony had wanted to add tech to the shower to help you stand because putting pressure on your left leg hurt after three minutes and seven seconds- not that you were timing to see how long you could go without collapsing. You had said no to tech and just asked for a bar, Bucky even thought it would be cool but it was all up to you.

Bucky helped you slip out of your clothes before leaving you be, he knew he would have to check on you periodically because you were too stubborn to ask for help if you had fallen or couldn’t get in the shower. You gripped onto the metal bar and helped yourself slip in, you turned the water on right away.

You liked warm, long showers. You just let the water hit your skin as you stood in front of the shower head, the water pressure was high so you let the bullets hit your face when your eyes were closed. Your hair got wet as you stood there, you reached for the bottle of shampoo and expected it to be where it always was. The was getting into your eyes and when you squinted to see where the bottle was everything was double, as you reached for the bottle you had actually reached for the fake double and knocked the bottle off the ledge. A loud thump rang through the bathroom and it sounded like a bomb.

There was one second of silence before you heard scrambling from outside the bathroom door, all at once you could see the door swing open by its shadow through the curtain. The curtain was pulled back so hard a couple of ringlets holding it up were ripped off.

“Baby?” Bucky yelled before he registered you were standing upright. “What?” he breathed heavily, he was completely expecting you to be passed out on the floor with a cracked skull.

“Shampoo bottle,” you said meekly.

“Oh, thank god…” Bucky sighed to himself as he reached down to pick it up. “Are you hurt at all, did you fall?” He placed the bottle back on the ledge which made him reach across your naked body, on his way back his hand touched your shoulder then went to cup your cheek and move your head to look at him.

“I’m all good, babe.” You smiled, an exhausting smile.

“Alright, back-is-packed, finish up and I'll help you over to physio, alright?” Bucky closed the curtain to give privacy but waited for a verbal answer.

“Perfect, thank you.” You grabbed the bottle again, your heart ached for him to be in the shower with you, it was something you did all the time before you were injured.

“Don’t thank me, pretty lady.” Bucky reached for the door and opened it, before he could walk out, your voice quietly called his name, he could barely hear it over the water in the shower. “Yes?” he replied with the same softness.

“Stay here with me, please.” the ‘please’ came after a beat, and extra plea.

“Always,” Bucky sat on the toilet seat and gave the company you needed as you tried to stick your finger down your cast to itch that one spot on your leg.

*****

Soon enough you were sat in the physio room, Bucky was off to the side with paper work in his lap and a binder in your backpack he packed for you. You liked the moral support when you were here because you never really had the best experience with doctors, Bucky would act like he wasn’t even there. That was a good thing, he did need to be the hovering boyfriend all the time because that can get tiring for both parties. He’d look up and listen to the doctor near the end, Bucky would write down the exercises and when to do them so he could gently remind you later.

“Alright, you’re gonna get a new cast next week,” the doctor smiled at you, when you didn’t pick up on the excitement the doctor’s smile faded. “That means three quarters done!” Bucky had looked up and smiled, even clapped a couple times.

“Then I have to learn how to walk again,” that was an exaggeration but it didn’t feel like one.

The doctor gave a knowing look, “why do I feel like you’re already walking without the crutches?” You didn’t say anything because it was true.

Your leg was examined and x-rayed, Bucky held onto your necklace as you went in. Your mind faded in and out as the doctor spewed ‘doctor stuff’ at you, you just didn’t have the care to listen; but Bucky did. He’s the type of guy to take notes and research later.

Bucky would look over and see you looking at the floor, not even paying attention. He knew he couldn't get mad at you, you both dealt with injury very similarly. But something about seeing you shut down entirely made his heart ache, he wanted to reach out and lift the corners of your lips up into a smile because they seemed like they were being weighed down, he couldn’t remember the last time you smiled and real smile. He hadn’t been going on mission to keep you company, but now he knew his most important mission.

He walked you over to your therapy session that was still in the building, your Doc would come to the Avenger tower. He’d walk you right to the door of some random debrief room and kiss you goodbye. Bucky would hold your shoulders and gently rub your arms to hype you up before going in, he gave his little speech and said the same thing after.

“You know I love you, and I know it’s hard.” he’d then kiss your cheeks and forehead. “I’ll be right here when you’re done, don’t even sweat it, pretty lady.” He then wouldn’t leave until the door closed and he heard muffled voices.

The tower was right in the heart of the city, everything he needed was right there and a walking distance away. He slipped on a long sleeve and his gloves, he knew you took the backpack but you also had reusable bags, he took a few and headed out into the summer heat, it wasn’t humid today which was great but it wasn’t cold either. The tote bag was slung over his shoulder, all that was in it right now as a list.

flowers

chocolate

card

stuffed animal

To call Bucky a romantic would seem weird to someone who only knew of him from the news or a museum, you knew him as a total hopeless romantic. Even in the 40’s, Bucky was the type of person to keep their walls up until he really got to know and trust you. It would normally be one little thing that would allow him to truly be himself around someone, he let his guard down that day you were walking to the restaurant he made a reservation at, Bucky placed himself so that arm or hand you’d hold would be his right but when you caught on you walk around him and looped both arms around his left, metal arm. After that, he was goner.

He’d leave little sticky notes everywhere, a blue square paper in the coffee mug that read: ‘make sure you only drink one cup!’ or another on your shampoo bottle: ‘you look great naked ;)’. Bucky knew the little things mattered to you and vice versa, he knew that grand gestures didn’t mean anything without a little kiss that came before.

The flower shop smelt great, Bucky didn’t know much about plants but he knew which ones you’d like. He was thinking of putting one on each bedside so whenever you’re lying in bed- which was a lot -you could look at some pretty flowers. They were a nice shade of purple and the stems were not too long, Bucky bought them and put them gently in his tote bag before heading over two stores to the grocery store you always shop at.

He was envyus of your clean eating, you’d eat what you want but you’d shop at fermer’s markets and organic stores. Bucky didn’t know it made a difference. He went to the frozen section and found chocolate covered strawberries. Bucky picked up a little pack of eight and headed to the front. There were also flowers there but they didn’t look nearly as nice. All he wanted was a very simple cute card with a blank inside, they were easy to find. It was cream coloured with a little sketch of a fuzzy, brown teddy bear holding a yellow balloon. All it said in dainty cursive at the top was: “look at you go!” Bucky knew this was perfect. Near the cards were little toys and stuffed animals. He found a bear that looked eerily similar to the one on the card but without the balloon.

As he walked into the Avenger’s tower the bag was full and he had enough time to spare to set things up. Bucky headed to the rooms and made the bed, he changed the sheets as well because he knew you liked them when they were crisp. The teddy sat right in the middle with the card next to it. Bucky had written a little note that covered the entire right side of the card. He got a bowl from the kitchen and filled it with ice, he also found that white wine you liked and stuck it on there with the strawberries just to keep them cool but not melted.

Bucky glanced at his watch and felt almost giddy as he realized it was time to head over to the conference room, he had to work on not giving it away when he’d first see you with his wide smile. The walk to the room was quick because of how fast Bucky was walking, he turned the corners sharp and almost jogged down the hall down the meeting rooms. He only stood there for about three seconds before the door slowly opened, Doc had opened the door and helped you out. Bucky’s smile turned into complete worry when you walked out holding a tissue to your nose, your eyes were red and puffy. Bucky also noticed that your fingernails were red and bleeding, that was one habit you were currently trying to break.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked in quiet disbelief, his eyebrows almost touching.

Doc gave a curt nod, “we talked about a lot of things,” her answers were always so vague.

You sniffled and waited for Doc to leave down the hall, Bucky was still looking at you. His hands held your shoulders and gently massaged the answer out of you.

“It was a good cry, I needed that.” you sighed from exhaustion.

A little piece of Bucky’s heart broke, if you needed to have a good cry then you could have told him, he would’ve listened. Bucky started to go back and see where it went wrong, if he was too overbearing and if this whole afternoon he had planned was created at a very wrong time. He wanted to ask what he did wrong but what came out was different. “Well that’s good to hear, I know Doc is good at that- helping you out.” His words were true but something about the delivery made it seem uneasy.

“I just-” you looked to the ceiling and hoped to find the words you needed written there. “I like flushing it all out to her because I won’t see her for a week and I don’t need to keep up with what I’m feeling. I always cry to you but Doc is just really good at explaining how I feel, you’re there to validate it and make me feel soothed.” You held his left hand as you both walked down the hallway. “I feel lighter, like, I feel better.”

“That’s always good, sweetheart,” Bucky made sure you were putting weight on him because you didn’t bring your crutches but you really should have. “I have a little treat for you,” He turned to face you when you both stood at his door, Bucky kept his hand on the door handle. “I know it’s been a rough few weeks but I hope you know I love you all the same, and all I see is my strong, beautiful girlfriend.” Bucky saw your confused face, as he opened the door to reveal a dim lit room with flowers, wine and a teddy your eye welled up with tears again.

You gasped and put your hands on your chest, “for me?” your voice shook as you walked in, you peered into the ice bucket to see your favourite wine and some food as well as a card beside the ice bucket, under the teddy. Tears flowed down your face as the feeling of being overwhelmed washed over you, you could barely string a sentence together. A hand waved the gifts all away, “too much,” was all you could muster.

“No, baby,” Bucky smiled, he walked over and pulled you into a hug. “Nothing will ever be too much for you.”

He let you cry in his chest for a very long time, you both ended up sitting on the edge of the bed as he stroked all the way up your back. His hand would bunch up your hair as he went up to your neck. His lips were right at your ear, all he whispered were sweet nothings and a calming ‘shh’ once and a while. When you had a little composure Bucky reached for the card, as you read it your lips trembled even more. A hand stayed glued to your heart as your body warmed at loving words, you could barely read it with blurry vision from the tears but it still seemed crystal clear. Your finger traced over the signature: ‘love you to the moon and back, Bucky’. And you crumbled again, your forehead hit his chest as you cried away all the pent up emotion you thought you flushed out at your therapy session.

With all the crying you were so tired, Bucky had thrown on a movie you two could watch while enjoying your strawberries and wine. You only had two and half a cup before you were snoring on Bucky’s shoulder, he tried to nudge you a couple times but nothing worked at all. He watched the movie on his own and saved the last two strawberries for you in the morning. You didn’t even wake up at him getting up and leaving the room. When he came back he got you out of your day clothes and into something comfy.

*****

You woke up to the sun hitting your back, when your eyes opened they focused on the flowers and a smile graced your face. It was the first time in a long time since you smiled with your eyes, a little giggle even slipped out.

At that sound Bucky walked out of the bathroom, “well there she is,” he smiled wide.

“What does that mean?” you wiped the drool from the side of your mouth, “I had a nap, a really good one, too.” You seemed to be bragging.

“A nap? Baby, it’s eight.” Bucky raised his eyebrows.

“Ya, I fell asleep at about five so I had a three hour nap, no biggie.” You rolled on your back and stretched out, your gaze moved back to Bucky when you heard a giggle, “what?” you laughed back.

“Eight in the morning, the next day. Your three hour nap was actually a well deserved fifteen hour hibernation.” Bucky joined you on the bed.

“That’s why I feel so good,” you sighed, you looked over to Bucky and swatted his chest at his little smirk. “Don’t think like that.”

“I bet I can make you feel just as good-”

You cut him off with a kiss.

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letterstotheflre · 3 years

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i'd beg you on my knees

summary: you loved sirius's fingers, but there's something you craved more.

warnings: oral sex (male receiver), daddy kink, a bit of religious imagery (you know how it is), a bit of spitting, mentions of throat training and finger sucking, i think that's it?

word count: 2.5k

a/n: as a celebration for passing my chemistry final and 300 followers, here is the second part to the sirius corrupting you series :)

ps: i know those look like feminine hands, but pretend they are sirius’s okay i spent 2 hours looking for something to use and that’s the best i got

you couldn’t stop staring at his hands.

you had always loved them. they were big, always completely encasing your smaller ones, and full of rings, some of which you made yourself. the skin on his palm and finger pads was a bit rough, a consequence of years of holding a bat to hit the bludgers away from his teammates. but there was still a slight delicate appearance to them, courtesy of the black family genes which, despite years of slight inbreeding, somehow still managed to make some of the most attractive people in the wizarding world.

you loved the way they felt against the small of your back or your waist, always letting some warmth seep through the fabric of your clothes. you loved the way they cupped your cheeks before he leant down to kiss you, slightly squishing your cheeks and puckering your lips for him. but ever since that afternoon a few days ago, you adored the way they felt in your mouth.

you tried to be subtle, you really did, but it was impossible to stop staring at them. you couldn’t forget the weight of his fingers on your tongue nor the way they hit the back of your throat. the feeling of having them in your mouth brought a strange sense of comfort to you, it was like having a piece of him always inside you.

and sirius noticed. of course he did, you were one of the only things he deemed important enough to pay attention to, followed by the phases of the moon and any updates on the 5-year plan james had made to woo lily evans. and because he liked seeing your glazed over eyes and heating cheeks when he caught you staring, he started to show them off on purpose.

he started to talk with more hand movements, followed by always playing with any stray hairs around your face. he started to use his thumb to play with your bottom lip before kissing you, almost giving you what you wanted but then taking it away from you.

he caved in when he saw how truly needy you were for them. the teary eyes and little whines you made every time he pulled them away from your mouth were almost enough to make him hard, so he allowed you to suck on them every now and then. he watched attentively as you slightly hollowed your cheeks when he used both his pointer and middle fingers, sometimes trying to get as much of them inside you as possible.

so he started to push your limits, drawing circles against the back of your tongue before he pushed them further, not warning you before they entered your cavity, yearning to hear what other pretty sounds you could do besides moaning and whining. you had gagged violently the first time he did it, and you looked at him confused at the sudden intrusion, “remember the first time you sucked on them? remember what you wanted them to be?” you nodded slowly, embarrassed that he could recall how much you wanted other parts of him inside you. “I gotta stretch your little throat, bunny. gotta get you all ready for my cock.”

and that was that. the following days were spent with you either on his lap or on your knees in front of him, long and thick fingers prodding the back of your throat constantly until it only took you less than five minutes to get used to the feeling of something residing in it. sirius never let up, even if you had some tears in your eyes caused by the intrusion, always giving you new learning material: breath through your nose, relax your throat, open your mouth wide. his instructions ran through your brain every day, an urgent need to remember them controlling your thoughts.

and that’s how you were now, on your knees in front of him like a repentant while sirius sat on the edge of the mattress, mouth wide open as you waited eagerly for his fingers. you watched, intrigued, as his mandible moved around almost like he was collecting something. your unvoiced question was answered when his face came close to yours, his hand tangling itself in your hair to tilt it upwards, and then his spit was dribbling onto your pink tongue.

the sight of him spitting into your mouth sent a thrum of pleasure to your core. “swallow,” he said, leaving no room for disobedience. You followed his command, letting it fall down your throat as if it were your forbidden fruit, and once you opened your mouth again his fingers went in, immediately pressing on your tongue. you swirled your tongue around them, covering them in your saliva before he started to push them further. you only gagged a little, the previous lessons having already prepared you.

he let you suck on them a bit longer before removing them, watching as your hands scrambled to his wrist to keep them close. he shook his head, chuckling in amusement, “you needy thing.” he patted your head, “I think you are ready for my cock, angel, do you want it?”

you opened your eyes wide, looking like a kid in a candy shop. “yes, please!” your voice was a bit hoarse, “wanna make you feel good like you made me feel the other day, siri.” the smirk he wore on his lips when he heard your eager ‘yes’ fell into an honest smile, “oh I bet you’ll make me feel better than that, bunny.”

you watched from your position on the hardwood floor as he rose to his feet, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down. he let his jeans fall to the floor, now only clad in his underwear that would soon meet the same fate and you wiggled, eager to finally see him. once he was completely naked he sat back on the bed, spreading his legs so you could kneel comfortably between them. he was already a bit hard, courtesy of the image of you suckling on his fingers so needily, but he still needed a little push before he was ready for you.

you were entranced by him, this being the first time you ever saw someone other than yourself completely naked. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and you could see the slight ripples of muscle on his abdomen and the stray tattoos that adorned his skin here and there. he had a few scars, some of them caused by his parents' punishments and others from a few accidents during the full moon, but he was still absolutely beautiful.

and then your eyes fell lower, down the happy trail of hair that led to what you had been craving since that fateful tuesday afternoon. it was big, even though you had never seen another cock you couldn’t deny its length. there was a vein on one side that stood out a bit, and the tip was a bit red and something shiny was coating it. “can I please touch it, daddy?” you asked sweetly, wanting to remain on his good side.

the name had accidentally left your mouth a few days ago when you were suckling on his fingers. you were just so needy, so desperate for their weight on your tongue that your mind had started to feel fuzzy, and the nickname just slipped out.

your cheeks had resembled the heat of a fire, still sober enough to realize your mistake but when you saw the way his eyes had darkened and his grip on your waist tightened, you repeated it. he had cursed, voice low as his other hand cupped your cheek. “you want daddy’s fingers, hm?” he questioned, forcing you to tell him with your words what you wanted when you merely nodded. and that was a new lesson, ask for what you want and you were to only refer to him as daddy in private.

“go on, angel,” he said with a nod of his head. slowly, you moved one hand closer, still a bit hesitant with your movements. though eager to learn, you were still scared of doing something wrong and stop being his good girl as he had called you multiple times while he watched as you touched yourself for him. he would sit in a chair in front of the bed as he told you what to do and when to cum, and the rush of power he felt was extraordinary.

one finger traced the vein, the soft touch making sirius twitch. the skin was warm and actually pretty smooth, with a couple of ridges here and there. gently, you closed your hand around the base and moved it up and down, and sirius groaned. the soft touch drove him insane, your palm barely gripping him, “close your hand a bit more, puppy,” he instructed. you gripped him more tightly, “it won’t hurt you?” you asked.

sirius just smiled at your thoughtfulness, “no, baby, it’ll feel really good. just don’t add too much pressure as you did with your nipples the other day,” he slightly taunted. you blushed at his teasing, “didn’t mean to do that, daddy,” you grumbled and unknowingly thumbed at the slit of the tip, making him moan in pleasure. the sound was so heavenly in your ears that you did it again and again until one of his hands gripped your hair so you looked up at him.

“you’re teasing me now, bunny?” he said harshly, “that’s not how it works and you know it. d’ya want me to stop you from cumming again like I did yesterday?”

you shook your head quickly, or as much as you could with the grip on your hair, “no no, m’sorry, daddy, didn’t mean to.” but he just chuckled, an empty sound that wasn’t as nice as his previous moans. “oh, you didn’t mean to! like you didn’t mean to tug on your nipples. like you didn’t mean to wear that tiny skirt the other day. like you didn’t mean to cum without my permission three days ago.” he started to list all of your accidents, “is there anything you do mean, angel?” he asked harshly.

your lips slightly quivered at his tone, ashamed at making him angry when all you wanted was to please him. “I want to make you feel good, daddy! m’sorry, I promise I’ll be better. I’ll be your best girl.” you tried to convince him, and you really did mean it. all you wanted was to be good for him.

“well, then put my cock in your mouth and show me y’can be good.” with that, he moved your head closer towards him, and then slackened his grip. you looked at him while giving the tip a little kiss, then using your tongue to collect the pearly white liquid that had collected there. it tasted a bit funny, saltier than you remembered your own cum to taste, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. then, using the flat of your tongue, you moved along the length, using one hand to keep it straight.

sirius was biting his lip as he watched you, his little angel on her pretty knees about to suck him for the first time. after a few more teasing licks, you finally took him into your mouth, and the moan that escaped sirius was incredibly sinful. your mouth was so warm and so wet that the only other place sirius could ever possibly want to be in was your pussy.

you swirled your tongue around the bit that was inside your cavity, your hand still stimulating what you couldn’t fit yet. he was big, too big for your mouth, but you wanted to fit all of him inside, so you took a deep breath through your nose and tried to relax both your mandible and your throat before taking him deeper. you pushed as far as you could, staying there for a couple of seconds before pulling apart, heaving another deep breath before repeating your actions. you gagged and choked at the progressive obstruction, yet you pushed through it, but it sounded so good in sirius’s ears that he thought about just pushing your head down without warning.

sirius threw his head back with a groan when you started to hollow your cheeks, “fuck, angel, you’re so good, taking me so well.” he praised, and it made you shiver in pleasure, the meaning of his words accompanied by his gruff voice a perfect melody. you raised your eyes to look at him. he looked beautiful like this: head thrown back, lips red from biting them, completely exposed for you and one hand gripping the sheets while the other grabbed your head.

you pulled away with a pop, “y’look so pretty, daddy,” you complimented him, and it made the tension in his stomach tighten significantly. it was such an innocent compliment in a completely unholy scenario that he couldn’t help but twitch in your hand. you had just wrapped your lips around him again when he said, “not as pretty as you with m’cock down your throat,” and it made you giggle around him as you shied a bit at his words. the vibrations of your little laugh could’ve sent him over the edge, “shit—” he cursed.

you took him deeper than ever before, your throat now used to the intrusion and barely even gagging. sirius started to raise his hips, almost face fucking you but he held back some of the strength in his thrusts. you kept your eyes on him, and fuck you looked so good with your mouth full and those watery eyes and flushed skin that after a few more thrusts he pulled you away.

you whimpered, not understanding why he stopped your movements. there was still a string of saliva that connected your mouth to him, and he sped up his hand movements as he looked at your sinful image. “daddy,” you groused, tongue out so he could put it back in.

“fuck, angel, m’gonna cum,” he moaned, “n’ I’m gonna paint your little face, d’you want that?” he asked, slightly panting through his exertion. but you shook your head, “m’mouth, want to taste you,” and that did it for him. he cursed and moaned, all at the same time, as that wave of pleasure swallowed him whole. white spurts fell on your tongue, a few others coating your cheeks, and he looked so sinful while working through his orgasm that you had to clench your thighs together.

once he was fully spent, he watched as you eagerly swallowed what he gave you, showing him there was nothing left. his hands went to your cheeks, cleaning his cum from your face and forcing you to clean them, too. it was so dirty that he felt proud of what he made of you, his cock twitching once more before softening.

“was I good, daddy?” you asked him with a slightly raspy voice. you were looking up at him as if he were your god, his opinion of the highest importance to you. he smiled proudly, his fingers now playing with the chain that had a little ‘s’ that rested just between your collarbones. “the best, angel.”

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chiliiscereal · 3 years

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Okay, apparently my brain has nothing better to do, so I got a SINGLE prompt for ya. U ready?

...✨Living with the turtles✨

Rottmnt headcanon: living with the turtles

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-living with the turtles is both fun and... not XD

-lets be really, Mikeys an early bird!

-you simply can’t sleep in past 8 there’s just no way

-Mikey wakes up every morning like it’s Christmas

-“there’s stuff to do today! You can’t be a slug and stay in bed! Move move move!”

-lots of jumping on your bed until you wake up

-usually everyone eating breakfast together is not a thing, as everyone is usually doing their own thing

-but if you cook anything you better be ready for all the turtles to ask for some

-you’re also now the honorary judge for literally every single competition

-need someone to judge who can do the best kick flip?

-you’re their human

-need someone to see who can balance more fridge items on your chin?

-there you are

-lots of working with splinter in that field

-you’re also the one who anyone else goes to for validation

-for some reason you can’t understand, they can never compliment each other’s work

-“hey I need you to look this over, tell me if there’s anything wrong with it, possibly-.”

-“compliment you about your work?”

-“well, if you insist.”

-will drag you to his lab or drag his lab work to you so you can admire it

-doesn’t matter if you’re reading or sleeping

-when he’s ready for you to see it then you’re ready to see it

-“it’s literally 1 am.”

-“come on get up I need you to compliment my work!”

-“alright just stop pulling on me!”

-as for GIVING attention he’s not very good at it

-he’ll try, that’s for sure

-but heaven knows he won’t compliment you to your face

-the only physical affection you receive is if he goes to you first for help

-“I only need you because I need you to hold these wires and you have more fingers than you know what to do with.”

-it’s not just Donnie though.

-it’s Mikey as well

-“look at what I drew!”

-“wow this is awesome! How long did it take?”

-“oh... about an hour?”

-“that’s really good!”

-“really?”

-will even ask you to put it on the fridge

-you give in and get a bulletin board in your room for him to pin all his work

-it’s covered with his drawings by the end of the week

-needs lots and lots of hugs

-randomly jumps on your back for a piggy back ride

-you gotta be ready for him at any given moment or else you’re both gonna end up on the floor

-and who could forget Leo

-not you that’s for sure

-he’s make sure you’d never forget he needed attention

-Leo’s definetely the type of guy to get ready to pull a stunt and dedicate it to you before doing it

-“for Y/n’s honor!”

-“Leo you’re gonna break you’re neck if you do that!”

-“it’s for your honor so it’s okay!”

-jumps out from every corner to scare you

-can never seem to get you to flinch

-this boy’s gonna get you to jump one day though

-don’t be surprised if he walks up next to you and just casually rests his elbow on your head or drapes an arm over your shoulder

-will randomly poke your side just to see you jump

-Raphs no better than his brothers in the attention department

-especially with weight lifting

-“5...6...7 *notices you walk in* 37...38...39...”

-he doesn’t go around giving affection like Leo and Mikey though

-his love language is helping with anything you need, such as as helping you reach a high shelf

-very comfortable just picking you up and moving you out of the way

-doesn’t matter if it’s to get you out of danger or if you’re blocking his way to the pizza that just arrived

-only responsible roommate out of the four

-only one that washes the dishes

-video games all the time

-you can’t live with the turtles without liking video games

-you and Mikey bake and cook all the snacks for video game night

-of course, Leo also has a rivalry with you

-not one like the old rivalry between Leo and Raph in other versions no no

-it’s the playful “hey wanna take me in hockey? I bet I’ll wiiiiinnnn~” or “I’m gonna best you at this and you’re gonna go crying to splinter!”

-winner gets bragging rights

- you also can’t live in the lair without being besties with April

-come on, she’s cool as hell!

-she’s the one you talk to about human problems or just complaining about the turtles in general

-nosey boys

-very very nosey

-there’s no way to have secrets in this lair

-you have a diary?

-expect Leo to go through it in one night

-you read fanfiction or write fanfiction?

-oh Donnies keeping tabs on each chapter

-he’s updated all your tech, he can definetely see what you look up and access it from his computer

-hey, living with them isn’t always going to be sunshine and rainbows

-you’ll always find Mikey in your room admiring any decorations or books

-he’s constantly borrowing your stuff and not asking

-Raph is probably the only one that understands personal space

-...unless it comes to him worrying about you when you leave the lair

-will text you all the time, asking if you’re okay, even if you’re just hanging with a friend or going to the store

-since they always invade your privacy, they always know if you aren’t feeling okay

-the moment you step foot in the lair they’re asking what happened

-and if you try to say there’s nothing wrong oh ho ho ho you’re in for it

-Donnie is pulling up articles, Mikey is bugging you, Leo is trying to activate his face man powers, and Raph is sitting in front of you and asking what’s up

- the only privacy invading they do that you actually enjoy is when you’re in your room at like, midnight, watching a movie

-you’ll be watching peacefully and then Mikey just appears in the doorway

-he’s got blankets and he’s got snacks

-you just wave him over and let him sit on your bed

-then Leo shows up, no offering other than his presence

-don’t bother trying to push him away he’s gonna watch that movie with you and Mikey even if it kills him

-once you three are settled, Donnie shows up with a movie projector so you don’t have to watch on a tiny phone

-he ends up staying, even though he denied that he would

-Raph shows up with pillows for everyone, the only turtle to actually ASK to join

-you can’t say no to the giant teddy bear

-you may have started off by yourself in your dark room but you ended in a giant cuddle puddle with your roommates

-sometimes though you don’t have time to hang out with them

-school

-school happens

-you have to deny them because of homework

-Mikey will help you with flash cards, decorating them so they’re fun and make learning interesting

-Donnie studies with you and probably knows the material better

-he’ll help you so it’ll be over faster

-Raph is simply your company

-he’ll sit quietly in your room and play relaxing music, offering any advice or comments he had

-Leo just tries to convince you to ignore it

-it’ll still be there tomorrow! As of right now, he needs you to watch the skating tournament with him

-once you’ve got everything done you’re immediately dragged into whatever shenanigans they’ve got going on

-you’re also the self appointed camera man, using your phone to capture every harebrained plan AND failure

-living with them isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but it sure is never boring

Sorry this is all I got!

If anyone has any headcanon or oneshot requests send em my way!

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callme-barnes · 3 years

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Drunk Crushin’

*GIF is not mine*

Summary: You have a night out with the girls to get your mind off of your ex. Now your in the tower confessing things you wouldn’t be if you were sober.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (with powers)

Word Count: 1,842

Warnings: None

A/N: Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it stays on Tumblr. I’m trying to get back in the swing of writing things because well, I love writing. It’s been literal years since I’ve written anything so please be kind. I kind of just put this out as it goes. I don’t want to think about it too much or I will never publish anything. Anyways, for this pic I gave the reader the ability to manipulate nature but it doesn’t play a huge part in it. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy otherwise!

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The euphoric feeling of the satin dress on your skin was mixing in nicely with the feeling of too much alcohol in your system. The alcohol heightened the smooth sensation on your skin and the music caused you to sway from side to side to the rhythm, flashing lights dancing across the exposed skin of your legs, arms, and chest. Natasha and Wanda surrounded you, the pair of them a lot more sober than you were.

“Y/N/N...how are you feeling?”

You managed to open your eyes at hearing your name, although it sounded muffled due to your intoxication.

“I feel...amazing! Who...who needs men. Right? Right!”

Wanda couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips at your response

“Babe maybe we should have you drink some water. You’ve been on the dancefloor for hours” she mentioned in slight concern but also was amused at how carefree and happy you were in that moment.

“I’ll take...I’ll take another shot” you said blissfully, looking at Natasha and Wanda before you reached over and moved your arms around each of their shoulders

“Thank you guys so much...I...I needed this so much. I can’t believe...believe he would do something like that. I mean...what...what the fuck was he thinking?! And in my bed for fucks sake”

Wanda and Natasha moved to walk you towards a small corner booth, Wanda excusing herself so she could get you some water.

“Don’t worry about him babe. He was a fucking asshole. I couldn’t stand him. If I had a chance to cut his head off I would”

Y/N laughed to herself as she leaned into Natasha, resting her head on her shoulder, her own head spinning.

“I love you Natasha. And you Wanda!”

Wanda laughed at your coo and she slipped into the empty seat next to you helping you get your water bottle open

“I love you too babe. Now, let’s get you sobered up just a little and get you back to the compound”

You don’t even know how the conversation was started due to your head not really remembering any complex thoughts, but your mouth was running as if you knew exactly what you were talking about.

“He’s...holy fuck, if I could get my hands on that man. He is probably...probably the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on. I’m glad he managed to get into this era because...I mean, the 40’s didn’t appreciate him much”

Natasha had her arm wrapped around your waist, your heels clacking on the hardwood floor and your dress had ridden up dangerously short above your thigh. You were smiling to yourself as images of Bucky Barnes flooded your mind, your intoxicated brain flashing the most sinful, perverted thoughts.

“Have you seen the man workout...when he’s all sweaty and...out of breath”

Wanda set your stuff down on the counter with a small smirk on her face as she listened to you go on about the super soldier, having known all this by now. She had always agreed not to read your mind but you didn’t exactly make it hard to notice sometimes. She was pretty sure everybody in the tower knew about your crush on Bucky.

“Sorry Y/N, you’re the only one who has noticed that I’m afraid”

Natasha set you down on one of the stools, Wanda moving to stand next to you to keep you upright. You swayed a bit to yourself, looking around in a haze.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me. We’ve all been in the same room with the guy! He once took his shirt off during a sparring match with Steve and I haven’t stopped...thinking about it since. But you gotta....you gotta shhh because my boyfriend would get mad if he knew”

Natasha laughed slightly as she took some snacks from the cupboard noticing Bucky walking into the kitchen Before he got a chance to ask what you guys were up to, you let out a scoff as you looked over drunkenly at Wanda

“Oh wait….I almost, forgot! I don’t even...have a boyfriend! Not anymore. Fucking bastard. He...you know what. Fuck that guy. I think I’m pretty hot, I am a...I can make life grow with these hands!” you say as you hold up your hands in front of both you and Wanda, Wanda reaching over and grabbing onto them causing you to lean into her chest, your eyes looking up

“You think...you think I’m hot don’t you Wanda?”

Bucky watched the display in front of him, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge then looked over at Natasha

“What’s all that about?”

Natasha ate a chip and looked over at Bucky speaking quietly, “She found Leo in bed with another woman this morning”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up, a bit in surprise but more so in disdain. He figured that’s how that guy would go out. Bucky would constantly see his wandering eyes when you would bring him around, even go far as catching up all up on some girl once. Leo had just laughed it off and said it wasn’t what it had looked like before before walking back to you. Since that day Bucky made sure to keep a close eye on him, which put Leo on his guard and just made it harder to catch him

“Asshole. How did she take it? Why didn’t she tell me?”

Natasha looked at Bucky with a knowing stare, “You know why she didn’t tell you. She hasn’t exactly been that open about her relationship since that day you told her you caught him on some girl at the BBQ last year”

Bucky drank more of his water and sighed, his gaze moving up to see you interacting with Wanda. He couldn’t help the slight smile that was on his lips as Wanda pushed hair from your face and spoke to you in a quiet, calming voice.

“Whose Natasha talking to? Hey Nat! I’m the drunk one here you’re not supposed to be the one talking….to yourself”

Natasha smiled in amusement as she ate more chips from the bag, “I’m not babe, I’m talking to Bucky”

Your eyes widened immediately as you straightened up from Wanda’s body and fumbled around with your hair, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you...tell me. Wanda how do I look?”

Wanda let out a laugh and shook her head as you loudly whispered to her, her hand going to hold onto you and smooth out your hair

“You look lovely Y/N/N”

You looked in Bucky’s general direction, a smile on your face at his words. You brought your chin to rest on your open palm on top of the counter, your eyes closing and opening so you could try to focus

“Y/N, Wanda and I are going to get out of this clothes and we’re going to bring you a change of clothes. Are you okay with Bucky for a few minutes?”

You let out a soft grumble in agreement, your eyes now just staying shut.

“Yeah. I mean as long as...he doesn’t take off his shirt because I wouldn’t remember it in the morning and that would be...a waste of a strip tease”

Bucky laughed a bit as he walked over and stood next to you to keep you upright, “Don’t worry doll my shirt will stay on”

Wanda and Natasha laughed to themselves before making their way to their rooms to change. Y/N felt her body sway to rest against Bucky’s torso, her head on his chest before Bucky moved to rest a hand on your waist

“Come on Y/N we should get you in a more stable seat”

You groaned as Bucky helped you up off the stool and made his way to the couch

“Bucky, you were right. I’m sorry, I should have...listened to you”

Bucky moved to set you down on the couch, taking a seat next to you “Right about what sweetheart?”

“About Leo...he was, he’s an asshole. That day at the BBQ, I knew...I knew you were telling me the truth. I just..do you know I had caught him talking to other women all the time? On his phone, when we went out. I just...I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want it to be true”

You moved to lay your head down in his lap and sniffled, “I tried everything, he just...I should have accepted that he didn’t want me”

Bucky moved his hand to push your hair out of your face, his other hand resting around your form “Don’t beat yourself up Y/N/N. He never deserved you. He’s an idiot if I’ve ever met one. And I’ve met many. If you want I can go scare him for you. You know, rough him up a little bit”

You laughed softly and shook your head, “It’s okay. Thank you though”

Bucky looked down as he continued to run his hand through your hair, watching as you held up one of your hands, “I should’ve choked him out with a vine when I had the chance”

He let out a loud laugh at this, his hand reaching up to take yours and set it down on your hip, “Calm down there Little Shop of Horrors”

Nat and Wanda entered the living area, clothes in hand, “Alright little lady let’s get you out of these clothes. Thank you Barnes”

Bucky helped you sit up, getting up when Wanda and Natasha sat down,“Bucky can’t leave. He smells nice, and he’s comfortable”

“Bucky can’t watch us change you sweetie. Remember, waste of a strip tease?”

Bucky smiled and turned around as Nat and Wanda helped you out of your dress and into a large t-shirt and shorts, “It’s okay I’d strip for that man any day”

Wanda scoffed with a laugh, Bucky’s smile growing into a happy little smirk at your words

“He’s still in the room lady behave”

“Oops, sorry”

You let out a drunken giggle as Wanda and Nat finished up, “Alright Bucky you can turn around. You’re welcome to join us. We’re just going to pop in a movie so we can keep an eye on her for the night”

Bucky nodded as he took his seat next to you again, letting you get comfortable in his lap again, his hand finding a comfortable spot on your waist.

“Psst...hey Nat you think I...got a chance with Bucky?”

Bucky looked down with a small smirk since Natasha was on the other sofa turning on the TV, “Absolutely doll”

You let out a content mumble of ‘thank god’ before stretching out your arm across Bucky’s lap.

“You know she’s not going to remember any of this when she wakes up right?”

Bucky looked up at Wanda before looking back down at your form

“Oh I know. That’s what’s going to make my days so much better for what I have planned”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel drabble #bucky barnes drabble #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #marvel fluff #bucky barnes

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TWO GHOSTS IV | MATTHEW GUBLER

It’s been 15 years. 15 years has to be long enough . . . right? Read PART 3.

Set 15 years after the end of Ever Since New York, so give that a read first!

Word Count: 3.9k.

Warning: Usual angst, porn, and poor communication amongst characters.

SOUNDTRACK:

Love Affair - UMI

Debt - Eliza McLamb

Sometimes Sunshine - Seasalt

A nonstop flight, from New York City to Los Angeles, is three hours long. On a good day. And May 16 was supposed to be a good day. A great day. The best day of Matthew’s life. He tries not to think about it, not to reminisce too often. About the way he walked through the airport with a little jog, a little pep in his step. And the way he smiled through security, and constantly checked behind him as if you would magically appear. The roses he bought for you in a gift shop near the terminal.

See, a nonstop flight from New York City to Los Angeles is three hours long. On a good day. But Matthew wasn’t looking for three hours. He wasn’t asking you for a few hours of your time, or even a good day. He was asking you for a lifetime.

And that day, he had booked you two a connecting flight that totaled over six hours, with a two hour layover in Colorado. There was a little ice cream shop in the Denver airport, and they served blueberry ice cream. Matthew remembered it was your favorite, and saved just enough money to get your tickets and an entire pint. He couldn’t shake the thought of flying across the country with you, seeing a few small parts of it at a time. A few small parts at a time, until someday, you two had seen the whole world together.

He bought a blanket for you and, while waiting at the terminal, he sat it in the seat beside him, keeping it warm for when you would arrive. He had a little itinerary written in his notes app, and so far everything was going to plan. He had a bouquet of roses in his lap, and he killed time by looking up engagement rings online.

He didn’t start to worry until maybe, an hour, an hour and a half before the plane was set to depart. He called you, just to check in, and it went straight to voicemail. But he was still hopeful. There was very little that could destroy his peace that day. His hope. His happiness.

He tries not to think about it. The way the seconds inched by like a caterpillar moving across the limb of a tree. Slowly, painfully. The way his hope dwindled, and dwindled, and the insane amount of times he heard,

Hey, it’s [y/n]! Leave a message!

He can’t think about it anymore. The way he spents those six hours alone. Bawling his way through flight after flight, and eating a pint of blueberry ice cream by himself. He spent hours on his own. And weeks, months, hell, he spent years thinking that maybe, just maybe, you would find your way back to him.That the universe would magically correct itself.

And you’d come home.

Fifteen.

It took him fifteen years to find you again. It took fifteen years for the universe to bring you back together, and Matthew spent the first five thinking it was all some really shitty nightmare. It took him fifteen years to get close to you, to hear you say his name again, to get inside of you again.

And he managed to fuck it all up in a matter of twenty-four hours.

His body is paralyzed. His mind is moving a mile a minute, and he can’t take his eyes off the ceiling. His chest feels tight, like he can’t breathe properly. He knows he should not feel sorry for himself. That he, alone, is responsible for this wreck. But he can’t seem to shake it. He can’t seem to move.

“What the hell did I do?”

A knock at your door wakes you up. You don’t remember falling asleep, you don’t know how you were able to. But now, it’s all you want to do. You want to stay in the bed, in a state of unconsciousness and dreariness where you can’t remember your mistakes. But someone is knocking. Incessantly, loudly. And they won’t stop.

You roll out of bed, and drag your body across the floor. Zombie like, your shoulders are slouched, your eyes are hooded. Your feet shuffle along the floor like they’re weighted to the hardwood. Your footsteps are slow, hesitant. You don’t know what you’ll do if Matthew is on the other side of that door. You just . . . you don’t know. The very thought of it is making your stomach churn, and you suddenly feel very, very nauseous. The banging continues, and it’s as someone is using all their force. Like they’d break the door down if they could.

“[y/n]!”

You instantly relax at the sound of her voice. You speed up, hurry to the door, “[y/n] [y/l/n]! I know you can hear me! Open up!”

The door swings open and you catch her with her fist in the air, ready to strike the door once again. She’s pissed, doesn’t try to hide it, couldn’t hide it even if she tried.

“Good morning,” you rasp.

“It’s one in the afternoon,” she corrects you, pushing her way into your home.

“Please,” you say, shutting the door behind her. “Come on in.”

“Y’know,” Everest starts, clasping her hands in front of her as a wild look graces her face. “You’ve always been one of the good ones . . . hell, you’ve been . . . great, if that’s the word. You’re better than the others. The ones that really write my checks. But, um, you’re testing me, [y/n].”

You don’t even have to ask.

“Now, if there’s is some magical relationship blooming, or a monumental disaster about to strike, then you need to tell me now, so I can fix it. I’m a fixer, you know, that’s what I do. So, why are you making this so hard for me?”

“If it . . .” you clear your throat, cross your arms as you stare at her feet. “If it makes you feel any better, um, this is hard for me, too.” You attempt to joke. But you just sound sad.

“Yeah?” she raises her eyebrows. “So hard that you come out of his hotel in tears? And what the hell were you doing over there anyway? Was there a plan? Did he call you to come over?”

“I don’t see how any of this matters.”

“It matters because I woke up at seven in the morning — on a saturday — to all sorts of choas and speculation, and picture evidence of you doing exactly what I told you not to do!”

“Yeah, well, I’m a idiot. Don’t worry, that’s been established.”

“The internet is undefeated. Okay? People are . . . great at making up stories, making assumptions. And as your publicist, I need to know the whole story, the real story, before it gets twisted even further.”

You sigh, and walk over to the couch. As you sit down, you pull a pillow into your lap for just a little bit of comfort. “What do you mean the whole story?”

“Wrong choice of words,” Everest says. “The important parts of the whole story. Like are you dating him? Are you fucking him? If so, how long has this been going on?”

You can’t make eye contact as you speak, “I . . . fucked . . . him . . . a few times, a long time ago . . .”

She nods. She motions at you to continue, “. . . And?”

“And . . .” you breathe out. “I fucked him, again. Recently.”

“Last night? At the hotel?”

“Last night . . . not at the hotel.”

“Sooo, when? — Oh, my God,” she lowers her eyebrows at you, purses her lips. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I did,” you nod. It’s a shameful nod. “You know they say there’s no sex like sex in a dressing room.”

“They also say polka dots are making a comeback, you believe everything you hear?”

“Sorry.”

“So you fuck him in the dressing room, and?”

“And . . . we go our seperate ways . . . again. And, then I realize that’s a lot easier said then done, so I . . . I go for him. I go for him . . .” Everest can hear the way your voice is cracking, the way the weight on your shoulder is slowly pushing the air out of your lungs. “And, uh,” you clear your throat. “Yeah. Yeah, it didn’t work out. Hence the . . . photos of me crying, I guess.”

“Mm,” she nods, crosses her arms. “And the other girl?”

You freeze, cut your head up at her. “What other girl?”

“What do you mean? The girls that came out right behind you. Same sad face? Kinda got a Natalie Portman look to her?”

“I . . .” you shake your head. “I didn’t know she came out after me, I must have left by then.”

“Who is she?”

You give her a shrug, “I don’t know.”

“His girlfriend?”

You huff, “Guess so.”

“Ah, so, some people online actually got it right. Huh, look at that.”

“Look, if the point of all of this is to keep me away from him, you can stop now. I don’t plan on seeing him ever again.”

The doorbell rings, as if on queue, and Everest instantly gives you a look. “What?” you ask. “I don’t know who it is. Your guess is as good as mine.”

She scoffs at you, and turns around, marching towards the door with a certain determination. She pulls it open, and immediately puts her hand on her hip. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Oh,” Matthew gasps. “Uh, oh . . . fuck . . . sorry, I must — I must have the wrong house.”

“You sure do, Romeo.”

You stand from the couch, your face laced with shock and anger and confusion, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Don’t engage, [y/n], what the hell?” Everest interjects.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “How the hell did you find my house?” you direct at Matthew.

“Oh, what?” he scoffs. “Like you’re the only one around here who can play stalker?”

“Go home, Matthew.”

“Five minutes. I’m asking you for five minutes. You can time me if you want.”

“Go back to California, Matthew.”

“Look, I know I fucked up. I know, but —“

“Do you?” you snap. You take slow, calculated steps towards the front door, and your voice is lowering to a rumble. “Do you know that you fucked up? Because, if you did, if you truly knew just how badly you fucked up, then you would leave. You would get on a fucking plane and leave, and you would never come back!”

The way Matthew is looking at you right now.Like he can’t fathom what’s happening. Like he is trying his very best not to feel defeated. “Can I . . . can I just —“

“No.” Everest says. “You heard her. Fuck off, string bean.”

You walk away, retiring to your kitchen. You try to keep yourself busy, but you’re trembling like mad and you can barely breathe.

Matthew leaves. You know because you hear the door close. Everest comes into the kitchen, and you feel stuck. Frozen to the spot and position you’re in. Your back is to her, and you can’t begin to imagine or guess what look is on her face right now.

She’s quiet for a moment, eyeing you with her arms crossed at her chest. She leans against the entryway and sighs, “Tell me more.”

Ramona walks up your driveway, and it isn’t until she looks up from her phone that she sees Matthew. She notices him, and he notices her, and Ramona tries to act like it didn’t happen, But when Matthew opens his mouth to speak, she blows past him, “I’m not supposed to talk to you.”

“I know,” he says instantly. He is well aware, but it doesn’t stop him from running in front of her, blocking her from your front door. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, but . . . please, can you give this [y/n]?”

Matthew holds out an envelope. It’s bright red, your name is printed on the front of it in his handwriting.

Ramona glances at it, but she quickly glances back up, “Do I look like a mailman to you?”

“She won’t take it from me. She won’t talk to me. She might take it from you.”

“Yeah, or she might fire me for even taking it from you in the first place.”

“[y/n] wouldn’t do that.”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s usually pretty amazing, except for when you’re around, or when you’re brought up, or when you’re fucking with her head. You make her a different person, dude. I want no part of it.”

He nods, looks down, “Fair enough . . . I’ll put it in her mailbox.”

“Yeah, why don’t you do that?” She shrugs, and she continues on by him.

“Damn . . .” Everest says. “You ghosted the guy at the airport?”

“Basically,” you shrug.

“Well, fuck,” she scoffs. “That is some serious great gatsby shit.”

“Yeah, we’ve always had a flair for the dramatic.”

The doorbell rings, and you both turn your heads sharply towards the entrance. “You don’t think he would come back, do you?” Everest asks as she walks to the door.

“Well, he never listens much to anything I say, but he’s probably a little scared of you.”

She laughs, and when she opens the door, she tells you it’s only Ramona, who walks in quickly, looking for you. She gives you a soft smile, and joins you in the kitchen as Everest follows close behind.

“So,” Ramona pips. “What’s the game plan?”

“You and [y/n] come to my office in the city and we’ll figure it out. Hey, did you pass him on your way out?” Everest asks her.

“Uh, who?”

“Matthew,” you tell her. “He was just here, you didn’t see him?”

“He was here?” Ramona questions, putting on a look of bewilderment. “When?”

“Just now. He left right before you got here.” Everest explains.

“Holy shit,” Ramona says. “What’d he want?”

“[y/n].”

“So,” you interrupt. “Your office? Now? We can go ahead and get going.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Everest stops you in your tracks, throwing her hands up. “Not so fast, you . . . you need to shower first.”

You look down at your outfit. You’re still dressed in Claire’s clothes and they’re completely disheveled. You haven’t showered or brushed your teeth since the last time you had sex, and the very thought makes you feel dirty. You look exactly how you feel. You sigh, “Fair enough.”

“We’ll wait in the car,” Everest nods, and motions to Ramona to follow her.

“What are we gonna do with her?” she says to Ramona as soon as they’re out of the house and walking down the driveway.

“I don’t know, she’s my boss . . . I can only help so much.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve known [y/n] for a long time now, and she’s never needed saving. But, something tells me we’re going to have to keep her away from this one.”

“From Matthew?” Ramona stops in her tracks.

“Well,” Everest stops, turns around to look at her. “She’s a grown woman. She’ll do what she wants. But, that zombie in there,” she motions to the house. “Who walks around the city in her pajamas for a man, is not [y/n]. Atleast, not the world’s [y/n]. People love her. She’s one of the few celebrities that’s kind and passionate and isn’t problematic. I’m just being proactive here.”

“Proactive?”

“She says she’s done with him. She told him she’s done with him. Now, we will just keep her on that path. Few months later, she and the rest of the world forget this ever happened and everything is back to normal.”

“You sound very sure of all of this.”

“Yeah, well, I like my schedules and I happen to like [y/n] so I better be sure. Come on, our ride’s further down the driveway,” Everest continues walking. While Ramona is stuck in place.

“Hey! Uh,” Ramona stutters, suddenly, loudly, causing Everest to turn around once again. “I think I left my water bottle in the house. I’ll meet you in the car?”

“Okay,” Everest eyes her. “It’s just around the corner. And tell [y/n] to hurry up.”

“I will!”

Ramona waits for Everest to continue down the driveway, and when she’s just far enough, Ramona turns around and acts as if she’s walking back up to your front door. When she’s positive Everest has made it to the car, she runs over to your mailbox. She opens it slowly, so it doesn’t creak as loud. The bright red envelope is the only thing in there, and she takes it out quickly. She looks at it for a moment, asks herself what the hell she’s doing. But she doesn’t have time to think right now, you could walk out at any moment. She closes your mailbox, shoves the envelope in her bag, and walks down the driveway.

Matthew Gubler, himself, is a disruption in the space-time continuum.

When you start tallying up the days, it just doesn’t make sense. Some days, every second feels like it’s crawling by. You’ll be in class, at the head of the class, and you’re surprised when your lesson plan ends atleast ten minutes early. And some days, time moves too fast. You find yourself running late for things, events, important people or things, which isn’t like you.

You call it Matthew Brain, and you keep that term to yourself. It happened fifteen years ago. And it’s happening now. It’s a slow, steady descent back to earth, back to reality. Time isn’t real with him, and you think that’s the reason you can’t remember much of your senior year. It’s a rush, a high to even be near him, and it’s the ultimate collapse when he’s gone. Really gone. Out of the life, for the second time.

Time has reset.

And what feels like one month with Matthew Gubler, only turns out to be four days.

You’re on a journey back to earth, and you haven’t even reached the bottom yet. It’s coming, but not now, you thought. You have time to prepare. And this time you’ll be ready. Ready to hit rock bottom, and spend another fifteen years digging yourself out. You have time, you’re sure of it.

Then Ramona comes into your office. She notices you crying, and you have to twirl around in your chair while you wipe the tears away. “Shit, Ro,” you try to laugh. “What’s up?”

“Uh, your afternoon class?” she reminds you. “With the girls at the community center? . . . What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

A lot. Not anything that you can really talk to Ramona about. And each day is something different. Like today, you’re feeling like a fucking idiot. You feel unbelievably stupid and lost and question why anyone in their right mind would choose to learn anything from you. You feel defeated, and you can’t get the look on that girl’s face out of your head.

You turn to Ramona with a soft smile, “I’m fine. I forgot about the class, thank you for reminding me. I just have to grab a few things before I go.”

“Well,” she sets her bag down in one of the chairs on the opposite side of your desk. She takes a seat in the other, “You’ve got some time, I haven’t even called the ride yet.”

You eye her, suspicious furrowing your eyebrows, “Oh, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she seems genuinely confused.

“Sit there and feel sorry for me. I don’t need pity. I’m alright.”

“I’ve never seen you cry before . . . I’m just worried.”

“And I appreciate that, kid, I really do. But you don’t have to be, alright?”

“. . . okay.” she shrugs.

“Anyways,” you change the subject. “How much time do I have until I’ve gotta be out of here?”

“Um, I can call you a ride now, it should be here in about, ten minutes?” Ramona pulls her phone from her pocket, and holds it up as she dials the number.

“Sounds good,” you nod.

She leaves the room to make the call, and when she closes the door, you release a big sigh. As if you’d been holding it in the whole time she was here. You get up from your chair, and walk around the desk. Not paying attention, you stub your toe into the adjacent chair, so hard that the chair falls to the ground.

“Ow! Son of a b—“ your yelp is cut off by a painful groan, and your reach down to hold your foot. You look out in front of you, and Ramona’s entire bag has spilled out across the floor. “Fuck,” you mumble and instantly begin to clean it up.

It’s bright red. And it sticks out like a sore thumb. You reach over to grab it, but only because you recognized his hand writing. You run your fingers over your name, and your head is starting to hurt from the amount of pure confusion.

The door swings open, “Okay, they’ll be here in fifteen, but you have some wiggle room —“ Ramona stops when she sees the item in your hand.

You stand up straight, look her in the eye. She’s shaking. She’s trembling, and there are already tears in her eyes.

“I . . . can explain,” she says.

“Then explain.”

“Matthew . . . wanted me to — to give that to you.”

“When?”

“When, um, when he was at your house on Saturday.”

“You said you didn’t see him. You acted like you didn’t even know he had been there. You took this from him?” your voice goes up at slight octave. Not by much, but it stills cuts Ramona like a knife.

“No! No, I didn’t take it from him. I told him to put it in the mailbox. Which he did, but then I . . .”

“You? You what? Went into my mailbox and took it? Are you kidding?”

“It was crazy! I know! It was absolutely insane of me! But—But Everest was saying all these things about protecting your image, and being proactive, I just wanted to help. I thought —“

“Everest? Everest knew about this?”

“No. No. I took it when she wasn’t looking, and I just, I thought maybe if you didn’t know about the letter, you would be able to move on, y’know? Heal.”

“That was not your decision to make.”

“I know. [y/n], I’m so sorry. I can’t — I can’t even begin —“

“You’re right,” you interrupt her. “You can’t.”

You look down at the envelope in your hands, and shake your head. “God, Ro, I can barely look at you right now.”

“I’m sorry . . .”

You nod.

“I’ll . . . go wait for the car,” she nods, sadly and apologetically exiting the room.

You close the door behind her, and press your back against it. You slide to the floor, and bring the evelope close to your face. The day is not over, and you may need all night to take this in. You are not mentally prepared for whatever is in your hands, but, you rip it open anyway.

There’s a thin piece of paper inside. You pick it up, and it feels so frail that you worry it might rip. You set it on top of the envelope, and examine it. Your eyes dot over the page, until you realize, it’s not a letter at all.

American Airlines

[y/n] [y/l/n]

Seat: 14A

May Sixteenth, 2002

It’s a plane ticket. From fifteen years ago.

One you’ve never seen.

One you’ve never touched.

And now that it’s in your hands, you wish you never knew it existed.

#mgg #esny #tg #mine

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Sweeter Endings

Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Still reeling from the financial realities of losing your mother you turn to a lucrative website for help and get more than you could have bargained for.

W/C: 5,325

Warnings: Smut (no minors 18+ only), light D/S dynamics, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, swearing

A/N: NO MINORS, I wrote this for @donutloverxo 's Sugary 4k Challenge (Congrats!!) I love sugar daddy AUs so I was really excited to write this!! If you like it then please like/reblog/comment I'm all ears! Also maybe check out my other stuff if you want! Cheers!

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The saying ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ was truer than you’d ever imagined and you found out the hard way. Life had hit you hard last year. You had watched your mother succumb very quickly to cancer. A cold that just wouldn’t go away turned into a doctor’s visit turned into three months left to live. Having no one else in her life, the cost of her funeral and medical bills fell to you. The bills outweighing the inheritance you had no choice but to drop out of school.

One year later you were hanging on by threads to keep yourself off the streets without turning to a loan shark or selling yourself. Stocking shelves at a bougie grocery store in Soho by day and bartending in Tribeca by night had you working six days a week. What free time you had you were too exhausted to do anything with. Something had to give or you were going to collapse from the stress, you just didn’t know what.

A couple weeks ago you had been casually venting about how broke you were with a coworker when she jokingly suggested signing up for one of those Sugar Daddy sites. You laughed along with her but it sounded better than getting a third job. You had quietly asked one of your roommates to borrow their laptop saying you needed to look at job postings only half a lie, really and locked yourself in your room.

You were just gonna check out the website, maybe sign up and poke around, it didn’t mean you were committing to anything, just looking. You remembered first looking at the website once your shitty wifi loaded it, promising ‘beautiful and successful people making mutually beneficial connections’. You balked after reading that but you couldn’t look at any profiles without making one yourself so you had set to work.

After making your profile you hadn’t gotten any hits in about a week so you shrugged it off. You couldn’t keep hogging your roommate’s computer anyways so you set off back to work. Your days at the store wore on into endless nights at the bar and you wondered what other options you really had when you had no degree and no experience in any relevant field.

___

6 o’clock on a Thursday night, the typical after work crowd begins to roll in. The bar you work in is upscale, classy. Definitely trying to lure in the businessmen that worked in the area and their wallets. It annoyed you to deal with the same type of customers you did at the store all over again but with the high end crowd came good tips so you couldn't complain too much.

It was busier than usual when a group of men in suits walked in together asking for a booth. You saw a lot of business meetings take place over whiskey sours in this place so you didn’t think much of it. You tried your best to keep tending to your regulars when a pair from the group came over.

One of the men had deep brown eyes and a sly grin that when split gave you the perfect view of the gap between his teeth. He was confident but he had a kind look to him. His friend had dirty blond hair and a beard that clung to his perfect jawline and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t snuck a second look. You turned your back and continued filling orders to distract yourself when one of them cleared their throat behind you.

As you turned to face them you found it was the blond calling after you. His face held a hint of surprise but it was quickly replaced by a look of amusement as he smirked and one brow lifted, like he knew something you didn’t. He was like any other typical customer for you, professional and handsome, probably over-confident in himself. You returned his smirk and prepared your best charming banter. Time to earn those tips.

“Something to drink for you, gentleman?” You offered.

“We’d like a round of scotch for the table over there. You don’t mind bringing it over, do you sweetheart?” the brown-eyed man asked.

“Of course not” you answered. Pricks.

“Good girl” the blond said with a wink. Creep. A hot creep but still. Before you could ask he took his card out of his wallet and put it on the counter for the tab.

____

A round had come and passed, soon they’d asked for another but this time it was just the blond that approached you. You lifted your eyebrows in anticipation of an order.

“You here often?” he asked. Ugh, not even a good pick up line.

“Am I here at my job often?” You retorted with a playful smile.

The man’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. “Sorry you just uh, you look familiar that’s all. What’s your name?”

You supplied him with it and asked him if he wanted another round of scotch. He nodded.

“Smart girl, I’m Steve by the way.” He laid down his business card which you picked up with a look of challenging curiosity. Steve Rogers, CEO of Shield inc.

Oh. You didn’t recognize the name but you definitely knew the company. It felt like a quarter of their employees stopped in for a drink throughout the week and it was prominent enough of a company that you read about it weekly. Play it cool, these types want to feel like an every-man at the bar but still wanna feel important.

You raised your eyebrows again in recognition. “Nice to meet you, Steve, I’ll have your round right out.”

“Good Girl” he winked again at you. Okay so it’s hot, but he’s a total stranger and you don’t even know him. Stay on your game.

___

10 o’clock came around and things were thinning out slightly, regulars made their way out, awkward Tinder dates and rowdy young 20-somethings made their way in. The party of businessmen was still around but they were hopefully wrapping up after the 2 more rounds they’d had. Steve approached the bar once more and you preemptively picked up the bottle of scotch.

“Whoa, easy, girl! I’m here to pick up the tab” He said, taking out his wallet.

“What’s the name on the tab?” You decided to play dumb but based off the grin on his face he knew you were playing with him.

“Steve. Rogers.” He replied, his tone was stern but his eyes told you he was in on the joke.

You cashed him out and left him to sign his receipt so you could make more drinks. You saw him move in your peripheral and turned your head to see his face.

“Have a good night, sweetheart. I’ll be seein’ ya” he promised.

“Take care!” You smiled back.

A few minutes later you circled back to collect his receipt and found three $100 bills staring back at you. You blinked dumbly in disbelief, who the hell leaves a 200% tip? Looking around to see if Steve was still here he was nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to pocket the money.

____

Another week went by and left you wondering how much energy and concentration it would take for you to just evaporate, since that seemed easier than going to work today. Sadly still in solid form, you punched in at the store and stowed your things in your locker.

Your upscale customer base was a mostly pretentious and successful group of yuppies so even though you were grateful to not be on the streets you were constantly reminded of the professional success you couldn’t help but feel that you were missing out on. Stuck instead to listen to incessant whining ‘is this organic? I won’t eat it unless it’s organic’.

The upside of this job was that the time went by quickly because you always had so much to do. Plus with how monotonous the work was it was easy enough to zone out. So much so that you hadn’t heard someone calling your name and approaching you. A hand softly touching your shoulder snapped you into the present.

You looked up, startled to find a pair of blue eyes staring back into yours. You took a step back and processed who it was. “CEO guy?” Steve?

“‘CEO guy?’ I thought I recognized you, ‘barmaid’ or should I say… ‘stock girl?’” He joked using his fingers to make quotations.

Now that you thought about it, the store isn’t that far at all from the bar, it would make sense if he’s in the area. You smiled and tapped your nametag in response.

“I just came in on my lunch to grab a few groceries” looking down at his basket it held some protein powder, some eggs, and one lonely banana. “Clearly, I’m single. But you’d know that already, wouldn’t you?”

Your brows twinged together in confusion. What is that supposed to mean?

“Excuse me?”

He edged a little closer to you and lowered his voice “SeekingConnection.com?”

Your eyes widened in shock. The fucking Sugar Daddy site! I forgot about that! Surprise was quickly replaced with humiliation. You looked down and away as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you” Steve placated, “But I gotta say, I’m pretty hurt you never responded to me. I sent that message weeks ago and let’s just say I’m not used to rejection.” He kept his tone light, letting you know he wasn’t mad.

“I-I um, I’m sorry, I don’t have a computer and they don’t have an app, I was using my roommates’ computer and I guess I forgot about it…” You admitted.

Steve nodded in acknowledgement. Please say something to salvage this conversation. Please.

“Well,” Steve rummaged in his pocket for another business card. “You got a pen on you?”

You dug around in your apron and came up with one. Handing it to him you watched as he wrote on the back of the card. He held the card and the pen out to you.

“That’s my number, I’d ask for yours but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, you already look like you wanna sink through the floor” Not helping, but I do. You took them from him and tucked them away in the pocket of your apron.

“You do have a phone right?” You only glared at him in response. “Well, if you check your profile, you would’ve seen I asked you out to lunch, offer still stands. Just text me when you’re free”

Should I even say yes? I mean, the winking the other night was weird but he’s good looking and at least somewhat considerate. I mean, it’s not like I had any other intention when I signed up for that site. What the hell. right?

“I… usually work mid shifts so I don’t know if lunch is doable, they only give me half an hour but, maybe we could do coffee? I’ve got tomorrow off from the bar I could meet you” you suggested.

If Steve felt pity for you he hid it well behind the wide smile he made when you offered coffee instead.

“There’s a place around the corner from here, just up a block, you know it? I’m off tomorrow at 6, why don’t you meet me there?”

“Sounds like a plan.” He winked at you again and started walking away. What the hell just happened?

____

You did end up borrowing your roommate’s computer once again when you got home to look up Steve’s DM. Sure enough, there he had been in all his internet glory. ‘Steve, 33, CEO. likes: art, conversation, whiskey. Digging around further on his profile you found that he owned several houses here and in Europe, he had a dog that was cuter than he was, and that he was ‘Seeking deeper connection’. All of these things piqued your interest.

‘Hey, Doll. Saw your profile and I had to ask, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? Kidding, of course. But maybe you’d care to tell me your story over lunch? Your profile says we’re both in New York. - Steve’ Sent three weeks ago. Fuck.

You had texted him earlier to confirm, which is how you found yourself walking up the sidewalk towards the shop with a mind running rampant with nervous thoughts. What if he just wants to feel big about himself in comparison to me? What would I even really have to offer the relationship? A college dropout working two dead-end jobs with no social life. You needed to snap yourself out of it. You were just meeting for coffee doesn’t mean anything.

Pushing open the door you found Steve waving at you from a quiet corner. He was still in a suit, presumably coming from work himself. Even the buttons on his shirt looked expensive. You were wearing dirty jeans and a worn pair of work boots paired with a flannel. You couldn’t have looked more different if you tried.

“I waited for you to order,” He said. You smiled up at him, only now realizing how tall he was in comparison to you. He ushered you both towards the counter where you both placed your orders. You moved to take your wallet from your purse but he had already beat you there.

“Really? As if I’d let the lady pay, and on the first date no less?” He said playfully.

“Oh, so this is a date now, is it?” You kidded.

Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and gave you that boyish grin and a shrug. The pair of you made your way back to the table and waited for your drinks to be brought over.

“How was work?” You asked, “What exactly is it that your company does?”

“We offer security and surveillance software domestically as well as international. Stadiums, airports, other government buildings. Things of that nature. And work was fine, thank you for asking” Steve said with a genuine smile. “How was your day, doll?”

“Oh, my day was fine, more of the same but y’know,” You answered half-heartedly.

“You know, you never answered me, what’s a funny, pretty gal like you doing on a site like that?”

Embarrassment hit you again, this time maybe accompanied with a hint of shame. You were saved momentarily by your drinks being delivered. He seemed truly interested and since he was paying you supposed you owed him an answer.

“I was going to Columbia and I had a pretty good internship when my mom got diagnosed with cancer. She died three months later and since it was only always just the two of us I ended up footing the bill. I was on partial scholarship but between the hospital and the funeral I can’t really afford the rest of tuition on top of working for free so here I am” you explained, “Oh my god, I’m sorry I’m totally oversharing aren’t I? You probably don’t wanna hear about a bummer like this, sorry”

You tried to laugh to ease the tension you thought you’d created. Braving a look at Steve, he looked thoughtful and only a little bit like he pitied you. You could live with that.

“I’m really sorry about your mom, mine also got really sick before she died, I know it must’ve been hard. What were you in school for?”

___

You and Steve talked for hours, trading anecdotes of childhood and talking about each other’s interests. You had a similar sense in humour so you got on swimmingly. The evening seemed to be coming to a close as the night sky sent in through the window.

Being with Steve was probably the most relaxed you’d felt since before your mom was diagnosed. It became difficult to focus on anything but your financial situation and even though that’s what brought you here in the first place you had managed to forget all about it.

“So look, us getting together wasn’t exactly the most conventional on meet-cutes but to put it bluntly,” He said, “The CEO life makes it hard to meet real people and it gets kinda lonely, I mean, you saw my grocery basket” You both laughed at that. “You need money and I need company, I feel like we could help each other out. Whad’ya say? Think you could put up with me?”

You knew what this was but hearing it put so plainly was a little surprising. At least he was to the point.

“So if I said yes what does that mean, exactly?” you inquired.

“Well,” he started, “We take care of each other. Let me cover some of your bills at the very least, make it so you’d be comfortable quitting at least one of your jobs. And you’d keep me company, we go on dates, maybe you could come over, there’s the occasional work event or charity gala I’d need you on my arm for. Thoughts?”

God I can’t even imagine what it’s like to work only one job anymore. Maybe I could even save up and go back to school. He’s cute and he seems sensible, why not?

“Could we maybe take things slow? What you describe is something I’m down for but I don’t want to make myself completely dependent on you. But I’d love to be there for you, and I have to admit, the thought of only working one full time job is pretty crazy to me” You laughed.

Steve swallowed and placed one of his large, warm hands over yours.

“I can do things the old fashioned way, if that’s what you’d feel good with. I gotta say though, with looks like that it’s not gonna be easy” he jested.

You smiled shyly and looked away. You both stood to leave and he held the door open for you.

“I’ve already got your number from when you texted me earlier but I’ll talk to my assistant about my schedule and maybe I could take you out to dinner this weekend?”

“I um, I’d really like that. It’s a date” You stated.

“Oh, so you think this is a date now?” He jested.

You lightly punched him in the arm and he took the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You looked up to find his face inches from yours. You could smell his aftershave and his deep voice gave you goosebumps when he spoke next.

“I kinda want to kiss you goodnight, would that be okay?”

You could only nod as he shut his eyes and closed in. Your lips met in one perfect, chaste kiss. You sighed and leaned into his hand as it briefly cupped your face.

You broke apart and made promises to see each other soon. You felt like you could’ve floated home as you boarded the subway, caught up in the swarm of newly forming feelings.

_____

You sat in the break room when your phone buzzed to life, ‘Saturday at 7?’

You were about to type out a yes when you forgot you worked closing at the bar. Your thumbs moved quickly to tap out the reply ‘Working, sorry :/ the pitfalls of bartending. Sunday at 7?’

You were nervous telling him no and asking to change plans. You hated not being able to make things work but you only just met the man and the weekend tips were killer, it’s not like you could turn the shift down.

‘Ah yes, almost forgot. Sunday works too, I’ll text you the details. What’s your address? I’ll pick you up’

Oh, God. Steve can’t see my building! His cufflinks probably cost more than my rent!

‘I’ll just meet you there, don’t worry about it’

‘Not a chance, doll. Just tell me where and I’ll come get you’

You let out a worried sigh but knew you had to let it go. You sent him your address and went back to work.

____

Saturday was maybe the longest day in your entire week, in fact you loathed it. Mornings at the store followed by running immediately to the bar. Last call in New York was 4am so it’s a good thing you didn’t try to make brunch plans with Steve for Sunday. But ultimately both your shifts passed without major incident and now it was Sunday and you tried to ready yourself the best you could.

The place Steve mentioned was fancy, you knew that much from a quick search. Panicking instantly upon realizing you don’t really have any nice clothes you turned to your most fashionable roommate for help. She loaned you a cocktail dress that was revealing enough to draw interest without giving everything away. You just hoped Steve would like it.

‘Downstairs, doll. Silver BMW’ you exhaled. Hoo boy, here we go.

____

Steve handed his keys to the valet and rushed around to open your door for you. You held his hand and you clambered onto the sidewalk in your heels. His warm hand on the small of your back as he steered you towards the doors was a comforting weight.

Dinner has been lovely so far, he chose a place that wasn’t completely white-glove but was upscale enough to make you feel only a little underdressed.

You joked back and forth with him over the course of the meal, talked about your lives, and even found out you both have a guilty pleasure for cheesy rom-coms. It wasn’t until dessert and your third glass of wine came that you realized how much time had passed. You frowned slightly thinking of the early morning ahead of you followed by a long night at the bar.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“Oh, nothing I just didn’t realize how late it was, I’ve got both jobs tomorrow it’ll just be a long day that’s all” you tried to wave it off but Steve frowned in response.

“Quit the bar” he stated.

“What?”

“Quit the bar. This is your card, I’ve already loaded $3000 on there. Put me in touch with your landlord and I’ll get you taken care of.” He slid the card across the table to you. Your name printed on the front. This got real very quickly.

“Steve, that’s.” You were in shock, a loss for words almost “that’s too much, I don’t know what to say.” You felt embarrassed taking the money. You knew that was the essence of your arrangement but actually taking his money had you feeling uneasy.

“Honey, this is what I’m here for. Let me take care of you. Give up your late nights. I wanna take you out on the weekends and you’ll need to be available for events. You can stay at the store if you want but quit the bar, you don’t need it.”

You took a deep sigh. He did say he wanted you to be comfortable quitting one of your jobs; it's just making the change that scares you. But something about Steve felt safe so you nodded and looked up to him.

“I’ll put in my two weeks”

“Good girl” he patted your knee and you involuntarily clenched your thighs. He smirked at that but let it go.

____

A few months had come and gone since that night and your time with Steve had been great. Only working the one job gave you so much more free time. You'd spent a good chunk of it just trying to form a normal sleep schedule but all the time you spent with Steve made it difficult. Not that you minded especially since your allowance was monthly but he’d showered you with gifts here and there.

They started off small, perfume, chocolates and flowers, or a simple pair of white gold hoops that reminded him of you. They gradually became pricier and more elaborate. You’d felt guilty accepting it all at first but he was insistent you deserve the best. He had even mentioned you moving out maybe finding a better place but you reminded him you needed to go slow.

He’d also been nothing short of a gentleman. Out in public at least, you’d learned the hard way that he was an absolute animal in bed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your hands off of him.

Something you had appreciated about Steve is that he never made you feel bad or less than for being broke. Never held his money over your head like leverage. You’d felt equal to him in all aspects, understanding you had just as much say as he did.

Still, there was a small nagging voice in the back of your head that reminded you Steve is not your boyfriend. This isn't a relationship and he's looking to get something out of just like you are. But if you were being honest you were catching feelings, it was hard not to when the man was giving you the fantasy. You decided to push that voice aside whenever it came up and let yourself be swept away. Maybe that would bite you in the ass but for now you were happy.

____

You were buzzed into Steve’s building and on the elevator ride up to his penthouse your phone buzzed. ‘I have to make a quick call- I’ve got a present waiting for you in the living room.’ You couldn’t help but feel giddy.

The doors opened and Steve was nowhere in sight but as you entered the living room a bag from Chanel and the Apple Store sat on the table. Oh god, what this time? I swear this man is too much.

You opened the smaller bag from Chanel first and found a beautiful black and white evening bag. It was sleek and simple, very much to your tastes. You were nervous to open the Apple bag, Steve always went overboard. Shakily removing the paper you pulled out the slim case in disbelief. A MacBook Air and a pair of AirPod Pros. The man well and truly spoiled you.

“You said you didn’t have a computer.” His voice came from behind you and startled you.

“Steve, this is too much. You’re too much.” You swung your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Nothin’s too much for you, doll.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Think you could take a couple days off of work? I just got off the phone and confirmed plans for my house in Nice.”

A trip? France?? Oh my god. How is this my life? You felt so overwhelmed that you grabbed Steve by the collar and brought his face down to meet you in a kiss. His tongue swiped your lips and you granted him entrance. Moaning into his mouth your hands traveled up into his hair, pulling softly and coaxing a groan out of him.

He guided you to sit on the couch and brought you down into his lap. You ground down onto him and felt his hard-on through his slacks. Your hand moved slowly to undo the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down your jaw towards your neck. You sighed softly when he found your sweet spot and started sucking.

He helped you take off his shirt while you got started on his belt and undid his pants. He lifted himself off the couch slightly to move them down to his knees, taking his briefs with them. His cock stood proud and an angry red, leaking at the tip.

“I wanna ride you, I can’t wait.” You pouted as you writhed against him in need.

Steve tutted at you “that’s no way to get what you want. Ask me nicely, baby. Beg to ride my cock,”

You ground down even harder and whined. “Please, sir, please let me ride your cock. I need to feel you, I can’t wait any longer please.”

“Good Girl” Steve's hands flipped up your skirt and found your panties, ripping them to shreds. They were La Perla and had cost a pretty penny but he didn’t care.

He lined himself up and brought you down harshly gripping your hips. You moaned loudly in surprise and satisfaction and wasted no time moving back and forth. Steve made you feel so close and connected to him whenever he fucked you but he still made you feel sordid and dirty. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling, you’d gladly chase it.

His eyes were hooded as watched you chase your own pleasure and giving him some in return. His hands kneaded your ass and smacked it just to get a gasp out of you. He grabbed the back of your head and brought you in for a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He’d nip at you and lick the pain away.

His hips met yours, finding your rhythm and speeding you both up when he gripped your hips.

“Can’t wait to have me, you had to fuck me on the couch huh?” Steve panted, “my dirty girl. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You put your forehead against his and went harder, pushing your clit to grind against the muscles of his abs.

“Only yours, sir.” Your orgasm was building. Steve was a pretty relaxed dom but you still needed permission.

“Sir, please let me cum I can’t wait any longer” you tried your best to slow your movements a bit.

“I think you can hold it baby, I wanna enjoy you a little longer”.

You could only whine in response and tried to slow your pace but his grip on your hips and his own movements pushed you further and further towards the edge. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hands only tightened. It felt like forever until Steve finally gave you permission.

“Go on baby, cum for me you earned it. Fuck your self on my cock and cum all over me”

Your movements were frantic, desperate to chase your orgasm when finally the perfect angle of his cock inside you and your clit against him set you free. You cried out above him and dug your nails in deep.

Steve held you firmly in place and started slamming into you from below, finally letting himself think about cumming. All you could do was hold on for mercy. Moments later he brought you down onto him one final slam as he came inside of you with a cry.

The only sound in the room was both of you trying to catch your breath. You sighed again and collapsed against him, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kissed the side of your face and let you make yourself at home while he caressed your back.

____

One shower and two more orgasms later you were both clean and made your way to the kitchen. Steve was gathering the ingredients for dinner when you hugged him from behind. Your head resting against his back. Steve twisted around and hugged you in full. You both stayed like that for a moment until you looked up at him.

You were so content. Moments like this where you were just domestic were some of the best between you. It wasn’t about money or material, it was just the two of you making dinner and enjoying each other, no barriers.

“Are you really going to take me to France?” Your voice came out muffled against his chest.

“Of course, doll. After dinner I want you to use your new laptop to buy some outfits for the trip. I left my card in your new purse.”

You lifted onto your tiptoes and kissed his nose.

“You really do think of everything, don’t you?”

“What can I say? I’m a planner” he retorted.

You didn’t know it yet but Steve was going to ask you to become official while you were there. He wasn’t worried in the slightest. In fact he’d never been so sure about something in his life.

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do you have more thoughts on keyblade fighting that you need to put somewhere, because i have two hands ready to catch Should The Need Arise

anon: hey I heard you mention you’d analysed the combat styles in KH and what you said in the tags was already alluding to really neat stuff, but I for one would love to hear more of what you came up with!! so if you ever wanted to share any of your analysis then the floor is yours

aHAH, MY EXCUSE!!

Okay, so first some words on “standardized wielding styles”. These are styles shared by Terra, Aqua, Vanitas, Riku, and Xehanort and every other scala and daybreak kid. I will make the argument that the red style is the fanciest standard style, while the purple is seen often to make it easier on the little chibi sprites. BUT, I cannot discredit Eraqus, who uses the purple variant in bbs, nor can I discredit half of the Foretellers (Gula and Ava, at least, use this. Invi and Aced use the first type). So, two standard styles. For simplicity, let’s say one for primary offense, one for primary defense. The standard offensive style really wasn’t popular before Scala-era society.

check this difference out, specifically between ava invi and gula:

then between eraqus, hermod, and xehanort, and eraqus and terra.

These two were likely popularized and standardized for education in Scala ad Caelum for their predominant lack of obvious weak spots.

After this, we have unique styles. Those include Sora Kairi and Xion’s (similar to standard defense, but more mobile at the expense of form — Kairi takes after Sora but less confident, she hasn’t been hit that heavily yet), Ven’s (backhand, heavy range and mobility), Roxas’ (modified for two keyblades, but takes after Sora), and Axel’s (taught himself, comfortable with chakrams).

So! Let’s go.

Standard (offensive)

All styles have sub-variations, of a sense. Different wielders can choose where their keyblade points, and how they hold it exactly, based on what makes them most comfortable. Terra and Aqua point theirs downward, while Vanitas and Riku hold theirs above their head. What is recognizeable to this style is a hand for the sword, and a hand for guarding/blocking/items/magic.

It’s incredibly efficient. With only one hand on the weapon, you not only free up a hand for other things, but increase your range of movement with said weapon. Test it out yourself! The keyblade hand is always your dominant hand, held behind you for increased power when attacking (since you lose a significant amount of it by choosing not to grip with both hands). This style also decreases the speed of the defense you have, but with that increased mobility and swing power, along with a hand free to brace against the keyblade (defense strength up!), it makes up for it. Many people who use this also have strong barrier spells — both a testament to their preference for coverage and an acknowledgement that any directional block will take a little longer and be weaker if they try it with one hand.

The pointy end, though. What difference does it actually make, the height it’s at?

I think it’s half a matter of attack style preference and half intention. Riku, Vanitas, and Xehanort stab quite a bit. Aqua and Terra slice more. Not that they don’t do both, but it’s the first instinct. Aqua and Terra are also likely taught to hold their keyblade neutrally, in a safe position, until someone starts attacking. It’s polite! Eraqus also holds his one-handed, neutrally, until he gets into position. Riku and Vanitas learned to fight assuming everyone was out to fight them. Invi and Aced may like this style because of range (i hc she’s blind and strikes very very quickly, and he’s already very powerful with just the one arm and wants better motion).

and on character specifics: Terra often switches to two-handed, to copy his dad and add extra power to his hits without always sacrificing the empty hand. Vanitas likely was forced to relearn how to fight, as instead of solely being trained to be better at withstanding, he was constantly being made to better his own attacks. The moves Xehanort uses would best be replicated in the same style. Vanitas is wild for holding the massive spiky x-blade like that.

Now, what‘s good on this style does not correlate to what’s bad in the other. The two standard styles simply have different ways of dealing with each con they create or taking advantage of each pro.

(Here’s an interesting side note — Gula uses standard defensive, but in this instance, swaps. One hand… likely to display confidence! Wrong move, but hey. He got cocky. He’s also doing it wrong, and swaps back to two-handed to take Aced’s attack.)

Standard (defensive)

The main detriment of this style is the lack of ease of long range movement. Hold a wrapping paper tube out in front of you with both hands, then run. It goes to the side, or tucks in to your stomach, right? Dodge. Your legs will get in the way unless you know where to move that sword. It requires, interestingly, a little more discipline. You’d think Aqua would like that, but no, she wants movement and practicality, and she loves magic, and remember that you must take a hand off this style to grab a potion. You’d think young Eraqus wouldn’t, but remember that he’s a fancy royal lad.

The main draw, though, is tankiness, readiness, and power. You don’t need to move as much if nothing dares hit you! Ava and Gula might be attracted to this style because they’re not as physically strong, but want protection in close-quarters fighting. Using this style when your muscles aren’t as big but you still want to Hit Things Good, or when you want to be a boy you can’t knock over with a pail of water (horse stance rules), is probably solid advice.

Traditionally, this is a lot less like fencing, and a lot more like a samurai sword or kendo. Your blade is held in front of you, giving you very easy access to blocks and frontal attack/defense. In losing some twirly spinniness, you gain power and minimize your opponent’s ability to parry and block.

you gotta dodge master Eraqus so mcuh

All styles will swap between one and two hands for different moves. Eraqus, notably, swaps to a stance very similar to Xehanort when channeling a metric ton of magic.

Both of these styles require a degree of upper body/core strength, as does all swordfighting. I would be interested to see someone whose keyblade style relies on leg strength.

Sora, Xion, and Kairi

please look at the difference between the foretellers’ or eraqus’ two-handed grip and Sora’s. Do this with your shoulders and a top-heavy object.

They’re both in a hard stance, but hon. What are you, a gremlin? Anyways, a traditionally taught master would have… better form, even if it’s harder to learn at first. It’s habitual. Sora nearly crouches, and holds his keyblade back-pointed with two hands, which makes it easier for him to dodge roll, push off his feet quickly, and pull off those spinning combos he loves. It‘s really gonna hurt his muscles, in the future, though, since he’s doing a squat for like…. hours. Pulling on those shoulderblades and neck. Xion, too. Replicas had better have correct muscle dynamics. Kairi is brand new, so… maybe Aqua can teach her how to hold a sword so it doesnt hurt you.

Okay, now look at the grip itself. Held in front versus held to the side-back. They’re really attempting to combine both standard styles subconsciously, giving themselves more attack power while really wanting to keep that hard defensive parry, wanting to prevent all attacks to the front while also wanting mobility. It’s working for them really well, they fight like an anime character, and manage to get the best of both, with a minor sacrifice of length range that they don’t care about. We’re flexible and full of magic, baby! Holding the blade like this makes it pretty easy to let go with one hand without sacrificing that crouched defense position.

Now, Sora, specifically, is very adaptive. He’s had two keyblades, claws, guns, yo-yos, and a giant shield, to name a couple. He retains a bit of that alert crouch no matter where he goes, but Sora knows how he wants to attack and how to balance that with the most effective way to use his current weapon. He’s a smart kid! Sora has the most ridiculous shotlocks, which are also probably due to not always wanting to go standard for it. He also prefers to keep his focus on the enemy, which is evident in his reprisals and lack of very many effective “escape” moves.

Xion is very similar to Sora, but she does have some moves that are all movement. She switches to one handed for strikes a lot — using two for defending, one for smacking. In her data battle I’d swear some of those heavy hits are claymore-like. But anyways, since we’re magic, Xion cares not for the laws of exhaustion, and will ping about as a ball of light everywhere. Short range? Up in your business. Mid-range? In your business with one hand. Long range? Throws a boomerang. Hit her? No you dont. Ball of light. She’s above you and wants to bash your head in. (Vanitas also does this! A lot. It’s an easy way to catch someone off-guard. I’ll argue that the soras are very tough and strong, but not tanky. they want to avoid being hit a lot)

Another interesting note about Kairi. I say “unconfident” not because she doesn’t hit hard, but because her stance is also often tilted back, ready to dodge. It’s two handed, but almost all her moves are one. She does love spinning and throwing the thing! It looks like she’s been taking notes from the wielders she knows. It would be easy to teach her a standard style, I think. See here, she lets go on the strike, and by trying to do both, actually ends up with an advantage (being confusing) and disadvantage (losing both the power of two handed and versatility of one handed).

A counter to Sora and Xion is difficult to pin down. Time? Probably. Lack of heating pads. Something that takes all their attention is about the only way to get a sneak attack in, and then you have to hit hard. A counter to Kairi would be anyone who can knock her off balance. She needs a sturdier stance. .

Roxas

Roxas is interesting. He takes after Sora for the one blade. Wielding two, however, nets him a totally different way of fighting. Roxas’ clavicle muscles n… deltoids and stuff must be Ironclad. Also, two handed means you are very fast and sharp all the time. He has the advantage of standard defense (horse stance), and the advantage of offense (range of one sword, but twice).

Roxas generally attacks in two ways — simultaneous hits, and follow-up hits. Either he hits with both at once, or hits hard with the first one, and adds the second one as a bonus smack. He can attack by hitting in opposite directions with the two, like a drum, but that will be a little awkward and leave him prone to being tangled. That established, the follow-up hit method means he spins a bunch. As do we all.

Roxas gets a little complicated because we are not in the real world. We have magic and turning into light and physics that let you become a circular saw. So, typically, disadvantages would include: being unable to let go of a weapon to grab something or use an item, having just a very big silhouette to attack on, having difficulty with close-range attacks because Oathkeeper and Oblivion are kinda long, and convenience. Roxas gets to dodge #1 (keyblades can be unsummoned) and #4 (keyblades can be unsummoned). Speaking of dodging, he also gets to skirt the difficulty of dodging and rolling with two swords because he turns into a beam of light. But he can’t dodge how difficult it is to use two swords effectively — he needs to concentrate on fighting, and nothing else, or he risks messing up. He has to be very, very coordinated, and undistracted. Luckily he’s pretty good at making his opponents shut up, most of the time. Blocking is another thing — theoretically his blocks could be strong, but Roxas has no real brace: crossing your blades and taking a hefty stab might smack one of them back into your face. He mostly uses reversals and dodges, because of this.

The takeaway to this is Roxas is built for speed and power, and he is very strong. He’s a mid- to far- range fighter who if you’re not careful can snap you in half if you’re too close (be SO careful of that cross blade scissor).

A perfect counter to Roxas would be a tank that can grapple, and also be very distracting. If you can take hits, be talkative, and get close enough to stop his blades, you have a chance.

Ventus

This is a bizarre choice, my guy, but I get it.

Backhanded weapons are very impractical for a lot of... attacking, mainly in mid-range combat, and Ven likes to either fight very close or throw the keyblade like a boomerang (and hey, backhand gives it a good whip for throwing). His attacks aren’t meant to one hit KO, but they do come with a bit of power to them, especially on the backslash. Like holding a knife for gouging. It’s for very close defense — pretty good when Wayward Wind and Missing Ache have hooks.

Backhand also, while retaining that empty hand for potions and guarding, gives you an extreme coverage boost. By which I mean Ven’s sword hand now has a nearly 270 degree sweep of “I see you, don’t touch me”, very quickly, based on just flicking his wrist. It sacrifices a ton of strength/sturdiness, but you don’t need that if you’re dodging. You also don’t really need to block, which is slower, but relatively sturdy when Ven does it, as he blocks with mostly the chunky hilt between crossed arms. He sacrifices (again) a bit of strength for coverage — an attack would hurt his arms, not his chest, if he were hit head-on.

His attacks often have him flip the blade around in his hand, too. Quick swaps between standard moves and backhand ones. Basically, Ventus is built for moving, protecting himself, and quick attacks that wear down the enemy, not outclass it. Likely because he’s good at fighting, but everyone he’s fought hits harder than he can! It doesn’t matter how he holds it, getting hit will hurt. So he just. Doesn’t. He’s not a buff little guy — but he is a persistent one. Ven very likely made this up on his own, in Daybreak, and it was too hard to fix his whole style, but it was enough to correct most of his form so he doesn’t hurt himself too much. He is going to have to really stretch that shoulder and wrist (maybe get a brace), though. At least his neck is ok. … not sure about his knees tho dang boy that crouch

A perfect counter to Ven would be someone big and fast, who hits hard mid-range. He’s already been sparring with Terra, though, so when in doubt, try scruffing him?

Axel

Theres not a ton to say about him — he‘s not a swordfighter. He uses his keyblade like it’s a frisbee. Because that’s what he’s used to! His neutral is behind his back on his shoulder, which is terrible for readiness, but okay for chucking the thing. It’s good it has a sort of… ripstik like… boomerang quality.

Axel’s fighting style is completely made up, like most of the self-taught wielders’. His strengths lie in some of the benefits of standard offensive style (one-handed), and some of the same coverage stuff as Ven, having a cocked wrist most of the time so no one can sneak up around him without risking getting whacked very quickly, and having an interesting range due to the pointy end being basically on a spinny swivel wherever his hand moves. He’s not going to be good at close-range and he knows it — his attacks are mostly distance. And the guy has ZERO defense, combined with zero coverage when idle, so it’s for the better.

Distance-wise, though, he rocks. Treating the blade like it’s a flaming throwing weapon means his idle is actually great for sudden flick-tossing and attention-guiding for sneakier attacks, and his stance itself (…nonexistent) serves a different purpose: bait. Basically a big "come hit me". Fun, when you have a lot of fire magic and two friends who are beasts and love to take advantage of a distracted enemy — distance on the blade, proximity on the burning.

A perfect counter to Axel would be someone pinging around very close <—> very far and circling him incessantly. Like, data Xion could wreck him, as he has to wait for the boomerang to come back -- he no longer has two spinny wheels. Also someone with water magic.

SO! In conclusion! Having a teacher who teaches you correct sword usage rather than instinct may detract from overspecific styles that benefit you most but leave weak spots, but your muscles and your oversights will thank you. Everyone is glad we have the power of the Mouse and anime on our side.

Keep in mind again that I have done cursory research, and have had minimal actual sword instruction, I am not an expert and this is all for fun anyways :]

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