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1. The Unicorn | nanny!yn

Unicorn: An individual who is willing to join an existing romantic relationship. Usually a bisexual female.

Summary: You nanny for the Styles, but Harry and his wife would like to offer you another position.

A/N: This will be 3 parts. Based on this and this.

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning: 18+ only, smut (fingering)

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“She’s perfect, Harry.” His wife watched out of the window as you walked to your car parked in front of their house.

“I don’t know. She’s taking care of the kids every day while we’re at work. How does that make her perfect?”

“Because look at her! And she’s so sweet and I just have a sense for these things. She acts all shy and innocent but I bet she’s kinky under it all. And haven’t you seen the way she looks at you?”

He had noticed your glances. The placement of your gaze over his frame. But Harry never thought too deeply about it. Not really. Though he kind of liked that you couldn’t help from dropping your gaze to his lips and then down over his shoulders and mid-torso until every time you breezed your pupils over the natural protrusion at the front of his crotch you were suddenly quickly reminded of what you were doing and bounced your head back just the tiniest bit to correct your sight to the more appropriate height.

But just because you were cute and couldn’t help when your eyes skimmed over his cock with the quickest peek didn’t mean you were perfect to invite into the bedroom with him and his wife. He was hesitant to find a third. He knew that it was unlikely this would end well but his wife had been begging him for it.

Kit was bisexual and once she married Harry, she learned that she often missed the more feminine touches and pretty soft curves. Someone more submissive. It had been almost 8 years since she’d slept with a woman so when she offered a threesome to Harry, she thought he’d jump right at the opportunity but instead, he was worried.

“I think this is a bad idea no matter who it is, but having it be the nanny is like…” he ran a ringed-clad hand through his hair, “… the worst. What if you don’t like seeing me with another woman? Or if I hate seeing you kiss anyone else? I don’t know if I can handle this. And poor Y/n is then stuck in the middle.”

“Harry,” she turned to him and put her hand on his forearm, “You and I are solid. I trust you and you trust me. I know you can handle this. Just the same as I can. I think this will be really good for us. Probably will just make us insatiable for each other. I’m already getting so turned on just thinking about watching you with her. And just imagine it, Harry, having us both laid out, spread legs…” She smoothed a hand up his arm and to the back of his neck, pressing herself close to his body, “You dip into her for a few thrusts and then pull out and—“

“Mom, can I have ice cream? Y/n said I had to wait til you and Dad were home.”

Harry and his wife laughed at the timing. They’d be returning to their conversation later.

. . .

You arrived bright and early Monday morning as requested. You loved nannying for the Styles. Mrs. Styles was so kind to you. She always made sure you had everything you needed and Mr. Styles was funny and easygoing. Plus the twins were a dream. You loved William and Warner as if they were your own.

“Morning, Y/n,” Mr. Styles smiled warmly at you as he opened the door. Warner walked up to you and hugged you. He was the one that liked hugs a lot.

“Morning Mr. Styles…” you laughed and patted Warner’s back, “and you too Warner.”

Mr. and Mrs. Styles left for work not long after but before they left they both asked you if you could stay after work that night. Mrs. Styles would make dinner and the three of you could have a glass of wine and chat a bit after the kids were put to bed.

Of course, you said you’d love to. Though you had kind of been looking forward to going home and watching your show, you wouldn’t mind having dinner with the Styles. The truth was you found Mr. Styles extremely attractive. He was the hottest guy you’d ever seen. He was married so he was obviously off limits but that didn’t stop your brain from short-circuiting every time you were near him.

And because of the way Mrs. Styles acted around you, almost flirty, you sort of had a crush on her too. You were interested in women but had never dated one. You’d only ever been in a couple of real relationships. You were too shy to approach people you found attractive so your pool of potential dates had been low.

So yeah, you’d accept their invitation for dinner.

. . .

“William made a picture today,” you rattled off a few things the boys did. The picture William drew was too cute and he even drew you in between Mr. and Mrs. Styles like you were part of the family.

He held it up proudly and Harry took it and pointed at the figure that was supposed to be you, “Who’s this, Will?”

“It’s Y/n,” he gestured to you.

Harry smiled at William and said how nice it was as he handed the paper back to him. He looked at you for a moment that felt a little warm and lingering before Mrs. Styles brought out the hot pan with food to the table.

When the table had grown quiet as everyone began to eat you wanted to remind Warner to tell his dad that he’d finally gotten the part down on the piano that Harry was teaching him.

“Warner, remember what you were supposed to tell Daddy today?”

When you looked at Harry with a smile you noticed the slightly surprised look on his face but by then it was too late. You hadn’t meant to let the word Daddy slip out like that. If you’d been thinking you’d have said “… supposed to tell your dad today?” Even the twins didn’t call Harry Daddy anymore.

And of course, Warner was already excitedly telling Harry about the part he’d learned on the piano before you could correct it. You hoped no one thought anything of it and while you’d fantasized about calling him Daddy a time or two, you really didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Darting your eyes from Harry to his wife you saw nothing from her at all as a reaction to your misspeak.

Luckily no one seemed bothered by it but you could tell Harry thought something by the surprised smile on his face.

You loved watching the boys interact with their parents. And being able to see it during dinner and then after clean up until they were in their beds with books to read quietly felt special.

Harry, his wife, and you sat in the living room with a bottle of wine. Mrs. Styles sat next to you and she started doing that thing where she looks at you in that way that gets your heart pounding and raises your temperature.

With her hand on your upper arm, she gushed about how much she and Harry loved you. How great of a nanny you were and how lucky they were to have found you.

Harry sat across from the couch in a leather armchair and watched you and Kit with a more solemn look on his face. He nodded at the end of his wife’s praise for you as he looked at you directly. You felt a shiver up your spine at the intensity of his eyes. But it wasn’t just that. There was something so formidable about him. Like he was governing over the moment. He was still Mr. Styles but with an edge of something uncertain. Darker.

You looked back at Mrs. Styles and smiled shyly, “Thank you. So much. I’m really happy to be working for you. And the twins are just amazing. I feel so lucky too.”

Kit’s hand smoothed down your forearm until she softly pushed her fingers through yours. She was sitting with her legs tucked under herself, feet on the couch, and knees angled toward you.

“Honey, you’re coming on too strong,” Harry chided his wife.

“No, I’m not. I’m just being friendly. Y/n is so sweet. I just…” she looked at you, “You don’t mind this do you?”

You loved the way she was looking at you. If you didn’t know any better you’d say she was hitting on you. That had to be wrong, though. Her husband was right there watching you two.

“It’s fine. I know you’re just being friendly.”

Harry laughed and shook his head and spoke his wife’s name in a warning, “Kit. Are you sure you want to do this?”

You looked between the pair. A little confused about what they were talking about. You didn’t know if you’d missed some dialogue somewhere or what but you were definitely picking up a vibe between them.

“If she’s up for it then yes, I’m sure.”

“Up for what?” You questioned them both.

Harry raised his brows and looked at his wife, “I’ll let you do the honors.”

Her hand squeezed at yours gently, bringing your attention back to her. Her other hand brushed over your knee with the tip of her fingers casually, “We think you’re very sweet and pretty, Y/n.” Kit began.

You kept your eyes on hers the best you could but she’d been wearing a low-cut dress and, not unlike the times you dropped your gaze to Harry’s crotch, you couldn’t help peeking at her cleavage with the same attempted deftness.

“And we think you might be fun to…” she paused and looked at Harry, who nodded at her to go on, “Have in bed. For us to share.”

You looked down at where Mrs. Styles was grazing your kneecap with her fingertip and whispered, “To share.”

That was quite a lot. If what she was saying was what you thought she was saying then you’d have to determine if it was worth it.

“You don’t have to say yes, Y/n.” Harry chimed in, “I know you’re a really sweet girl and you don’t want to disappoint anyone but if you tell us no we won’t be upset. You won’t lose your job.”

You were thankful he said that. It had flashed across your mind the idea that if you said no they might not want to keep you around.

“So, you’re like asking me to have a…” you gulped and looked between Harry and his wife, “like a threesome with you?”

“Yes. You don’t have to decide right now. And like Harry said, you don’t have to say yes. We just both find you very appealing and sweet. We’re very much attracted to you too and we trust you. I think we’d all work well together. It could be just a one-time thing or maybe it could be something we do regularly.”

The subject was changed shortly after. They’d done their part. They’d asked you what you thought and now the ball was in your court. You had to figure out what you wanted. Which made it hard to participate in the rest of the conversation. You tried but your brain was having a hard time moving past the things your imagination was coming up with.

“I hope you don’t feel weird after this. No rush to make a decision. Seriously.” Mrs. Styles smiled softly at you as she drew her fingers from the side of your jaw to under your chin delicately.

“Thank you. I just need some time to think.”

She leaned in and kissed your cheek as Harry stood behind her with his hand on her shoulder.

When you’d all finished the bottle of wine Harry and Kit walked you to the door. You still didn’t know what you wanted exactly. In a fun fantasy world (which you’d definitely be visiting in your imagination that night) it would be amazing. To have them both? Yes. That sounded so good. But the reality of it wouldn’t be that easy you knew. Would it be awkward to work for them after? And what if you did some kind of arrangement with them as their… what was it called? A unicorn?

You felt breathless as you got into your car. You hadn’t had all that much wine. A glass and a half. The bottle was split between all three of you so none of you had gotten even close to drunk but you felt all buzzy. And even turned on. The idea of what they were offering sounded like a dream. But maybe that’s how it should remain. Just a dream. A fantasy.

. . .

The following day everything seemed normal. The Styles acted as if they hadn’t just asked if you’d want to have a threesome with them. It felt surreal. Like perhaps it never happened.

But when Harry arrived home first after work you felt like something about him was different. That’s when the cracks started forming. That morning he was friendly like he always was. But now he was brooding. His eyes were heavy on you. As if he was now looking at you differently.

He listened to William and Warner tell him about their day but you felt his eyes singing you as he kept looking your way. You felt intimidated by him suddenly and looking at him in increments longer than a few seconds felt like you’d dissolve.

He walked you to the door after you said goodbye to the boys and held the handle tight before turning it, “You wouldn’t want to stay for a drink would you?”

The way he asked you felt less like a question and more like a reminder to you of what was still left on the table. It was a reaffirmation of what was suggested the night before. It was real. It had happened and he was here to remind you.

You looked down at his hand grasped around his door handle and back up to him. You were compelled to say yes as you began to nod, “Yes. Okay.”

You felt nervous. Harry’s grin looked like he was pleased by your answer.

The boys were playing in their room as he poured you a glass of wine.

“When will Mrs. Styles come home?” It was rare that they weren’t home at nearly the same time after work.

“She’s going out with a friend tonight. She’ll be late. I thought you and I could get to know one another a little better. She knows I planned on asking you to stay. I’m glad you did.”

You nodded and felt your nerves only grow. Alone time with Mr. Styles wasn’t something that ever really happened much. Normally Harry was with his wife when he discussed anything with you.

You both sat on the large couch in the living room as Harry lifted his glass toward yours, clinking them together.

“So, what are your plans this weekend?” Harry had one leg draped over his other casually as he looked down at you.

“Uh… I don’t have any. Normally I just make last-minute plans with friends,” you squirmed in your spot at the way he was consuming you with his eyes.

“Maybe if you find you’re free you could come over Saturday afternoon. The kids will be staying with their grandparents. Kit will be making something special for dinner.”

“Oh, that sounds nice. Yeah. I mean, as long as it’s not imposing,” you were growing hot. Your palms were sweating. Harry was so attractive it was making your body weak. You honestly didn’t care what would be made for dinner but you were curious about where the night might lead if you did wind up in their house without their kids around all night.

“Of course, you wouldn’t be imposing. You’d be the guest of honor,” Harry’s arm slid over the back of the cushion behind you, and you gulped nervously.

“Oh, that’s…” you breathed out a jittery laugh, “… not necessary. No need to do anything special for me.”

“I hope you know that anything that happens, we’d always make it special for you, Y/n. We want you to feel comfortable.”

You could feel the temperature around your body rise with his proximity. You had noted how he’d inched his way a bit closer.

“Thank you, Harry. You and Mrs. Styles are always so nice to me.”

You were visibly nervous. Harry could see it too.

His wife had suggested that he invite you to stay for a drink and more if you allowed it. She really wanted to try any angle to get you to say yes to their offer. She figured if you were alone with Harry for a bit maybe you’d feel more comfortable. So, Harry was working on just that. And the more he thought about you and his wife’s convincing argument to bring in a third, he found he was more and more into the idea.

Plus you were simply the sweetest thing. He could see that you were a little timid and somehow that made his body respond to you in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. It set his blood to a low boil. His wife was lovely. Amazing in bed but it was true that with her there was something missing. He rarely got the opportunity to dominate his wife and really release his natural inclination to flex his prowess with her. Because she was dominant as well. And Harry didn’t mind it for the most part. But he missed certain things.

“We’d like to be more than just nice to you, darling,” his fingers behind you softly brushed against your neck and you inhaled shallowly at the contact. “But you already know what we want. How about you? What do you want, Y/n?”

You fluttered your eyes closed for a moment as you felt the pad of Harry’s thumb slide up your neck. Harry’s cologne and his natural scent were so appealing. You turned to look at him and worked up your nerve, “I think it sounds really fun. The offer. I’ve never been with a woman.”

He licked his lips, “You’ve experienced men, then, yeah?”

You nodded. You were sure he could see you physically melt.

“What do you like, Y/n?”

You had not expected the conversation to go this way, “I don’t… I’m not sure. I’ve not really done a lot. Nothing too crazy,” you laughed your words in embarrassment.

Harry’s soft petting on your neck continued, “That’s okay. We can figure it out as we go. To be honest, we’ve never done anything like this either.”

“And Mrs. Styles? Has she been with women?”

Harry nodded, “Yes. This was her idea actually. She’s been missing a feminine presence in bed.”

You felt the trickle of lust and carnal need swell in your body as Harry drew his free hand across his body and to your knee, “Is this okay?”

You nodded, keeping your eyes on his. You wanted to lean forward and grab your glass of wine and gulp the whole thing in one go but you wouldn’t dare break from his hold. It was intimate and having his hands on you was satisfying.

Harry looked toward the hallway and then back to you, “I’d like to kiss you. Y/n. Are you comfortable with letting me kiss you?”

His lips felt like they’d burst into flames if he didn’t press them into yours. But he couldn’t do that in front of the twins because he knew that once he felt your mouth and your tongue he was going to want more and if you were open to it he’d take it even further. His wife had given him permission as long as he was discreet (not in front of the boys). No sex without her present but some heavy petting and fingering were fine.

“Okay,” you breathed and expected him to kiss you right then as you braced yourself.

“Yeah?” He squeezed your thigh and tilted his head as he looked down over your body, “Go into my bedroom. I’ll be right there.”

You were shaky as you stood up and watched Harry walk away to talk to the twins in their room. The boys were old enough that they’d play by themselves just fine, you knew. You lifted your glass of wine to your lips and gulped half at once. You couldn’t even remember walking to the master bedroom upstairs. Your mind was a swirl of what-ifs and scenarios and questions.

“Are you okay?” Harry said as he closed the door behind himself. Everything was happening in slow motion. You were trying not to feel so floaty and far away but you couldn’t help it. Your experience with sex had been minimal and you certainly had never pictured yourself as part of this situation.

“I’m just nervous. I’m always like this the first time…” You swallowed and looked at the edge of the dresser against the wall.

“That’s okay,” Harry stepped in front of you and rubbed his hands down your arms, “I’m a little nervous too but I really want to kiss you. Just didn’t want the boys to see.”

You nodded in understanding, “And it’s okay with Mrs. Styles?”

His hands slowly grazed up your arms to your shoulders and then around to the back of your neck and head, “Her idea. But in all honesty, I want to kiss you. Feel like I need to.”

Blinking your eyes you raised your arms to hold onto his biceps as you kept your eyes pinned to his. He was solid under your hand. Of course, he was. You knew Mr. Styles was fit and you’d seen him in shorts and t-shirts and once glimpsed his pecs. You knew he had tattoos.

But when he finally nudged his nose to yours and his hot lips wrapped around your mouth everything went from being slow motion and blurry to high speed and heart pounding. You couldn’t get enough of his mouth and his tongue and you gripped his arms until he’d practically lifted you off your feet and pulled you to his bed.

His kisses were wet and warm and he moaned into your mouth. He was ravenous. It made you feel like a seductress, like he craved you.

You were across his lap and twisted to face him with your arms over his shoulders and your tongue pressed to his when he cupped your face and parted from the kiss.

“Y/n… Fuck honey…” he dabbed a kiss to your jaw and then looked back at you, “Can I get your pants off? Make you feel good? No sex tonight,” his words were deep and thick, “That’s for Saturday. But for now,” he ran a hand up your thigh up to your hip, “I can give you a preview with my fingers. If you want.”

“Yes, Harry,” you breathed your words and tried to lean back in for another kiss but he kept you at a distance, his hands on your jaw and fingers cradling the back of your head.

“I really liked it when you referred to me as Daddy last night. Will you do that for me again, honey?”

See. That was the thing. You already thought of him as Daddy. In all your private fantasies you called him Daddy. But it made you nervous because you fantasized about Harry far more than you ever did his wife. Kit was beautiful and she was definitely your type but Harry dominated your secret daydreams. So it would be easy for you to call him Daddy. But it worried you when it came to having his wife included in that dynamic.

“Is that okay? I mean,” you sighed breathily, “Will Mrs. Styles be okay if I call you Daddy?”

“I don’t think she’ll mind,” Harry licked his lips, “Tell you what. Tonight, call me Daddy because I want to hear your sweet voice say it when I finger you, okay? I’ll talk to her and let her know I asked you to and I think she won’t care but if she doesn’t like it we won’t do it again.”

You nodded. Daddy it was. That would be easy.

Harry brought an arm to your low back and leaned you down onto his bed. The bed he shared with his wife. With his knees dug into the bed next to your hip he loomed over you and brought a gentle hand up to the front of your neck and pressed, “How does this feel? Is this okay?”

It was a first for you. To have someone’s hand on your throat. It was a surprise. But the good kind. You loved how small it made you feel and how powerless. You knew if you asked him to remove his hand he would but the notion that you were physically relinquishing your power to him was so hot to you somehow.

“It’s good,” you breathed just before he inched down to kiss you again.

It felt absolutely nuts what you were doing. Making out with your boss, a married man, in his bedroom while his wife who was away gave him permission and even encouraged this situation.

Harry’s hand slid off of your neck and down your t-shirt, “Can we take this off? All of it? So I can see you?”

You nodded, “Yes,” and sat up so you could pull your shirt over your head. Harry unbuttoned his own and watched you unzip your pants and tuck your fingers inside the waistband before lifting your bum to pull them down your legs.

With his shirt unbuttoned you saw more tattoos. You’d paused for just a moment when you took note of his bare chest and abs.

Harry got to his knees and leaned over you, his hands on either side of your hips, “Do you need help with this?”

He put his hands over yours where you were grasping your waistband and helped you pull them off your legs.

His hands found your calves as he looked at you, “You’re so pretty, Y/n. Take your bra off.”

So you did. Unhooking the back and letting the front fall down your arms. Harry’s hands found their spot on either side of your hips again as he softly kissed each of your nipples, “Beautiful. Can I take your panties off?” His fingers were already dancing over the fabric of your waistband, knowing you’d be saying yes.

You gulped and nodded as he dragged the material down your legs, rendering you completely nude. Harry let out a breath as he raked his eyes over skin and curve and freckle.

Harry lay next to you and took your hand in his, bringing it up between you on the mattress, “You still doing okay, Y/n?”

You were feeling very vulnerable and insane for laying completely naked next to him but still you nodded. Because you wanted more of what he was doing.

You rolled to face him on your side when he smeared his mouth over yours. Letting go of your hand he moved his fingers down over your side to your hip and then upper thigh just at the curve of your ass. He squeezed softly but enough that you could feel his big palm grasping your flesh. You lifted your thigh to mantle his hip out of instinct and his palm spread out over the globe of your cheek.

“Want my fingers, honey?”

The way the tips of his fingers were grazing so close to your pussy with your leg draped over him you were losing your mind. All he had to do was lower an inch and he’d feel your wetness.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Harry moaned and moved his head back to look at you, “Oh I really like how that sounds. Let’s have a look then,” he ran his hand over your hip to the front of your tummy as he moved back the tiniest bit to press his fingers over your mound. Slowly his fingers lowered until he met soft wet lips. He breathed in through his teeth, “You all wet for Daddy?”

The smile on his face was cocky but you loved it.

“Yes,” you bit your lip.

With his eyes on yours, he parted your labia with two fingers and slowly ran them down to your opening and then back up until he bumped your clit and pressed over that. You moaned softly.

He was easy with his fingers on you as he kept slipping them up and down, pushing your arousal through your crease and getting his fingers coated.

When he captured your lips in his again you felt him prodding at your entrance. You sucked his tongue into your mouth and he pressed two fingers inside as you grasped onto his shoulder.

You groaned as he fingered you and fixated on the spongy dip inside. You bucked into his hand, “There we go. Feels good doesn’t it?”

You panted yesssss.

The sloppy noises that were coming from between your legs would have been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.

“Please,” you breathed as you lowered your hand to his hip, “I wanna see.”

Harry kept thrusting into you with his fingers while his thumb smoothed against your clit, “You can on Saturday, baby. For now, this is all about you.”

You whined and closed your watery eyes as he began to fuck into you faster. His palm was a sticky mess. You raised your hip and rutted into his hand harder.

“You’re gonna grip me so tight and I’m gonna push inside you deep,” he punctuated his words with his thrusts, “Have you creaming all over my cock.”

Your groans grew louder as he pasted his mouth to your neck and you felt the warm press of his tongue on your skin, his curls brushing against your jaw. He shifted so that suddenly you were on your back and he was on his side with his fingers still inside of you, lips on your breasts.

He felt so good and you were already so caught up in the way he was making you feel you’d all but forgotten that this man was married and he was your boss. This was better than your fantasies. He was more confident and a lot more dominant in reality. And just sweet enough that you felt safe.

Harry lifted upward slightly, still pumping his fingers through you causing you to let out a small squeal. You felt his hand cover your mouth and you peeled your eyes open as he lowered his lips to your tits, his fingers plowing through your walls. You were being too loud.

He peered up at you with his tongue gliding over your nipple, his shoulder flexing with each thrust of his arm. Yes, this was definitely better than fantasy. Because it was happening and it felt so good.

You felt his lips slip off the skin of your nipple, “If I take my hand off, you gonna keep quiet?”

Nodding your head you softly moaned into his hand. He pulled his hand away from your mouth and leaned over you to kiss your mouth. Softly at first. It felt like candy-flavored pink sparkle dust magic with his warm lips smoothing against yours, and his nose mushing into your nose.

“Daddy, please…” you breathed as he lifted himself to look down at you.

“What baby?” The sound of your wet pussy getting fingered was the backdrop of you beginning to unravel.

“M’gonna come… Daddy, ffuu– ohhh!” Your mouth was quickly covered again when your volume grew even louder than it had been. You heard Harry softly chuckle just as you clenched around his fingers and grasped his forearm, your neck stretched over the pillow as you arched your back.

Harry looked down at his hand and groaned at how your pussy was devouring his fingers. He couldn’t wait to see what his cock would look like sinking into your perfect cunt. And he thought you were pretty when you orgasmed. He was sure he’d want to make you come over and over again if his wife wasn’t too greedy with you.

“Such a good little girl, Y/n. There you go, baby.” He smirked at you, his fingers still slipping into you, squelching when he buried them in all the way.

“This what you needed? Needed to come on Daddy’s fingers?” Your soft moan was muffled as you finally set your gaze back on Harry who was already looking at you.

“Just imagine how good it’s gonna feel on my cock.” He slid his thumb over your clit and you jolted from sensitivity.

Harry took his hand off your mouth and slowly pulled his fingers from your pussy as he sat back, stuffing his fingers into his mouth to taste you. He could smell your pussy as he was fingering you and couldn’t wait to get a taste.

Popping his fingers out of his mouth he caged you into your spot on the mattress, hovering over you, “How was that?”

“So good,” you were still taking in labored breaths.

His mouth encased yours once again. His kiss was lustful and fiery. You could smell yourself when he cradled your head, his fingers, still damp with you, swiping into strands of your hair.

A deep moan fell from his chest and you pulled your arms over his shoulders and the cotton of his shirt. Your body began to ignite again just before he parted from your mouth with a gasp.

“I’m sorry. Got carried away. Your lips are so sweet,” his voice was deep and breathy. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded and smiled.

Harry insisted on helping you clean up. First, you peed but then he came in and wet a towel to help wipe you and talk to make sure you were okay.

You could tell he had a boner. The front of his trousers was bulged in an obvious way. His pupils were dark and his skin was hot. And you would have loved to have him use you however he wanted to take care of himself but you wouldn’t go against his Kit’s wishes.

“So, Saturday? You sure you want to come over?” Harry handed you the clothes he’d picked up from the floor and his bed.

“Yeah. I’d like to.”

Harry cupped your jaw and smudged your cheekbone with his thumb, “Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

He walked you out to your car and squeezed your hand before dropping it. It felt strange. Like you’d just gotten away with something so immoral and improper but you were elated.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Y/n. Drive safe.”

“Okay. Thank you, Da–“ your eyes widened and you felt your whole body wash in heat as you tried to correct your near-fatal error, “Ha- Harry.”

The grin on his face with smiling dimples told you that he didn’t mind, “Night, sweet girl.”

Part 2

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sunny44 · 7 months

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All these years (Part 7)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend Reader

Warnings: arguments, fluff and other things

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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A few months later from the last chapter

I woke up to caresses on my cheek and smiled to hear him let out a nasal laugh.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, love." he said huskily and kissed the tip of my nose. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, and you?"

"Of course." He climbs on top of me and starts kissing my neck. "We have to go to your mother's for her birthday lunch."

"hmmmmm." I let out a frustrated moan. "I don't wanna go."

"I know you don't, but we have to." He kisses me. "You have to sort it out soon."

"We don't have to sort ourselves out."

"Baby..."

"Charles, don't start, she owes me an apology, not me. She used to nag me and complain because I'd broken up with you and now that we're back she thinks everything will be the same as before. And she's wrong.”

"Fine, I won't interfere anymore."

"Thanks." I say and I feel him get up and take me in his arms and I start to laugh. "What are you doing?"

"We're going to take our shower and go to your parents' house."

"I swear I'm going to kill my dad for making this up."

"But it's your mother's birthday," he says, laughing.

"I know, but she never does anything and he's the one who convinced her to make this lunch."

"It'll be fine."

[...]

We were already in front of my parents' house.

No, I hadn't moved back to Monaco; on the contrary, I was still in the beautiful Milan and didn't intend to leave anytime soon.

For the first few months, Charles and I dated long-distance, seeing each other on weekends, holidays and celebrations.

After the kiss in the rain, we went back to his room and I'd say we did a pretty good job on destroying him. The next day, after breakfast, we sat down and talked like two adults about how we really felt about each other and how we were going to continue our relationship.

As neither of us was willing to move to another city, we decided that it would be good for us to start slowly, not least because living together is practically a marriage and we had a long way to go before we took that step.

So we lived those months apart and it turned out that Charles decided to live with me in Milan since it was closer to Maranello.

So on the weekend of my mother's birthday I came here to help him with the things he was going to take and as my father convinced my mother to do something for her birthday we had to stay longer than we had planned.

And my father planned it on purpose.

"Come on, let's go in." He took my hand and intertwined our fingers, with the other he held the present he'd bought.

"Hi honey, glad you could make it." My dad hugs me and greets Charles. "Hey, Charles."

"Hi guys, how are you?" I asked the Leclerc brothers as soon as I see them.

"Better now that you're here. Come on, we're all in the back." Lorenzo says and we follow him.

We followed him and the whole family was there, including my in-laws.

"My favorite couple has arrived." He goes straight to hug Charles. "How are you darling?"

"I'm fine and this is for you, mine and Y/n's."

"I have nothing to do with the present." I feel him give my mother a gentle squeeze. "Happy birthday, Mom."

"Thank you my love."

I roll my eyes at the difference between how she treats him and me, she didn't even look at me when I thanked her so I decided to leave her there drooling over Charles.

"Hello Mrs. Leclerc, how are you?"

"Fine, dear, and you?"

"I'm fine."

"Did you and Charles get everything sorted?"

"Yeah, since he's moving in with me he only needs to take what he uses."

"You don't know how happy I was to hear you were back together, Charles is even happier."

"That's good to hear, I was a bit unsure about that." She looks at me uncomprehendingly. "You know, a lot has happened to us in the past and I was afraid that maybe you wouldn't think it was such a good idea."

"You're the best possible person for him Y/n, Charles needed someone to make him smile again like I hadn't seen for years and you brought that smile back."

"It makes me happy to know that you're okay with it." She smiles and hugs me and from a distance I see my mother looking at us. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"No rush."

I start to walk towards her, who looks away, pretending she's not staring at us.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes." she says, still not looking at me.

"I'm not going to waste my time then." I turn to leave but she holds my arm.

"Let's talk inside." She went and I followed her, and we stopped in the living room where there was no one.

"Tell me why you were staring at us and then pretended not to."

"It's just that I was watching you and Pescale and I saw the mother-daughter relationship you have and the lack of ours. I was upset by the scene."

"I'm annoyed when I come here and all I get is a dry hello while Charles gets smiles and hugs." She looks at me. "How do you think I feel about that?"

"You tell me."

"I feel awful, like you don't love me. I wish you'd been happy for me when I got a good job, when I moved out and started looking after myself, when I went to a place where I didn't know anyone and made a life for myself there, but all I got was a look of disappointment because I wasn't with Charles anymore."

"I've always been proud of you."

"And where is this pride that I don't see? Where was it when I achieved everything on my own?"

"I know I haven't been a good mother to you in recent years, but I was saddened by what happened to the two of you. And that's no excuse for the way I treated you but I just didn't know how to be your mother anymore."

"And instead of trying, you put me down, manipulated me and meddled in my life as if it were your own."

"I'm sorry for that, my love." I wiped away the tear that ran down my cheek. "Do you think we can start again?

"I don't know, do you?" she nods. "Then we'll have to establish some rules to make it work."

"Whatever you want." I agreed.

"Well, let's enjoy lunch and then we'll talk about it later."

We went back to the back patio and I went to my boyfriend who was talking to my aunt and my two-year-old cousin on his lap.

"You're good with children. Are you thinking of having children?"

"I want to, a lot actually but Y/n and I have only just settled down and I don't want to rush things, but for me we could have them now." My aunt smiles and looks at me and he follows her gaze, smiling nervously. "Hi love."

"Hi." I kissed him and sat down next to him and my aunt took my cousin and left.

"You heard, right?"

"Yes. Do you really want children that badly?"

"Yes, I do." I smiled and kissed him. "Don't you?"

"I never really thought about it after we broke up, but at the time I wanted to."

"Is there still a chance that you want to?"

"Yes, there is." He smiles happily and kisses my forehead.

"I'm glad."

"We can try after we've settled in with your move."

"Perfect."

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soggyriceee · 11 months

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Helping Hand | dbf!Captain Price

summary: after your parents argue again, you walk over to your neighbors house who, you've had relations with in the past. true feelings are brought up be end in the most romantic way, loooooong back story but I feel like that makes the smut part of it so much better

warnings: dbf!Price, female!reader, age gap (reader 22, Price 45), unprotected P in V, fingering, daddy kink (bc hes daddy)

another restless night. your mom screaming at your dad for being at the bar late at night, him screaming back that he needed the break. "I work 60 hours a week!" he'd yell. "you are never home for dinner, barely make it to your kids important days!" she'd yell back, sometimes throwing a pan at him. it was bad. and you'd have to hear it every other night. your brothers drinking was no help either. family arguments were common, no matter how much you tried to avoid them. your mom would burst into your room, telling you to take her side, your father having the same idea.

"can you guys please stop I have exams tomorrow." you remember telling them, trying your hardest to focus on the notes in front of you. it was 12 in the morning. they were all supposed to be asleep. but of course, your dad stumbled in drunkly, waking up your mom and brother. it was peaceful in the house until it wasn't. thats why you'd often saunter over to your neighbor, John, to get some sleep.

"of course kid, you never have to ask." he always told you, smiling down as he opened the door wide. his wife was always delighted to have you over, she saw you as one of her own seeing as they never had kids. John was too busy with the military, kids was never truly an option for him. but he never saw you as his own, as his kid. he saw you as a woman. a woman who caught his eye the second she moved in next door two years ago.

your family had moved next door so it was closer to your college, but also to your fathers job. and Price and his wife were very quick to welcome you all into the neighborhood. they were the first people who invited you to their cookouts, parties. anything. your father had grown so close to Price, it was like they were brothers. and thats what made Price's feelings towards you even more conflicted and morally wrong. he knew he couldn't pursue you. he was significantly older than you, married and friends with your father. there were a surplus of negatives rather than positives and he was not willing to risk anything.

but when the summer time hit, and you'd slide into his pool, the pink or white bikini latching to your skin, he couldn't help but excuse himself up to his room and fuck into his fist, moaning your name into his hand. and what was the worst part about it all, he didnt care about what his wife would think. he cared what you'd think.

his marriage was falling apart quickly. his wife was very passionate about having kids, even though she was 40. "please, at least before im dried up for good." she'd beg him. but he wouldn't budge. kids was not something he wanted to have, ever. and because of that arguments were not a foreign thing for the two of them. so, it wasn't that you were young. or maybe it was. but it was because you would give him a new sense of life, a breath of fresh air away from arguments and constant stress.

the first night you had come to his home, tears falling from your cheeks, he was instantly worried. he pulled you into the house, pulling you into his chest. his wife came out quickly, gaping at your disheveled look. "oh my.. what happened my dear?" she ask, dropping the cup of tea in hand and running to hug you alongside John.

from that night on you made it routine to come sleep over in their house, whenever you needed. they even gave you a key. you felt more at home with them than you did at your home. they let you decorate the guest room into your own, took you out on small little events. it gave John's wife a sense of motherhood, one that she wanted for years.

so, when you and Price were in your room together, making out passionately, his hand gripping your boobs, your hands tangled in his hair, it didnt strike her as odd when she walked in to see you both on your bed. "she was having a hard time in school.. English test, right?" John said to her, quick to have an excuse. you nodded, swallowing hard. "y-yea I just.. needed to vent." you said, looking at her.

that was a month ago of course, she had believed you both. but that was the last time you and Price had ever really done anything of sorts again. and that was the last time you had been to their house. the feelings, tension between you both was too much and you both knew, that you wouldn't be able to make the right decisions if you both were alone together again.

but things were getting hard again and you needed to escape home. another family fight, this time about your father bringing up another woman's name during sex. it was disturbing, gross and uncomfortable for you to be around. but the screaming, breaking glass. it was not something you wanted to spend your summer night listening to.

looking out the window, you bit your bottom lip before making the final decision to sneak out and head over to your home. your real home. grabbing your phone, laptop and AirPods, you made your way out the window, landing on the mini roof in front of your window and slowly, climbing down to where the floor was. silently, you made your way across your lawn and over to Mr. Price's, looking at all the new flowers his wife had recently grown. a part of you felt guilt, selfish even for coming into their home, knowing what had happened between you and Price a few weeks ago. but you needed peace. you needed him.

knocking on the door, you crossed your arms behind your back, waiting anxiously for the door to open. a few seconds after, the door slowly opened, revealing a disheveled looking Price. his face was bright red, lips glossy. he had no shirt on, but a grey pair of sweats. a part of you felt embarrassed, but a bigger part of you felt a bit of pain, assuming he was just fucking his wife upstairs. "o-oh.. hey kid." he said, clearing his throat. " hi.. John. I guess this was a bad time but I-"

"no.. no its not." he said quickly, shaking his head. "I-i was just.." he pointed his thumb behind him, maintaining eye contact as he tried to find the words. you gave a small, apologetic smile before turning. but he was faster, gripping your wrist and pulling you back. " stay. please." he whispered, looking down at you, his eyes submissive. you swallowed before looking behind him, seeing an empty bottle of whiskey on the table. "isn't.. Mrs. Pri-" "she's not Mrs anymore.." he cut you off, looking away from you.

you felt guilty for bringing up the topic, even more guilty for thinking he was fucking her upstairs instead of you. his grip on you loosened and he backed away. "you don't have to stay.. but i'm assuming your here cause your parents. and you shouldn't.. be around that. you shouldn't be alone.. and I don't wanna be alone anymore either." he said, his words growing breathless towards the end, his eyes moving back to yours. your heart felt heavy for him. he was struggling for God knows how long alone. you gave him a small nod, his hand taking yours before he pulled you gently inside.

the door closed and you looked around the empty home, dishes and beer cans scattered about. "im sorry for the mess I uh.. its been hard to-" "let me help you." you turned to him, looking up at him. his doe eyes pierced into you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. that was all the confirmation you needed before turning back around, grabbing the empty cans and moving towards the kitchen recycling can. " thank you." you heard him say from the living room. "dont mention it. its a good distraction for me anyways." you said, the memory of your parents fighting coming back to you.

"hey.." he said, somehow coming up behind you. you quickly turned, wiping your eyes quickly and giving him a fake smile. his hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping the tears. " your here now.. safe." he whispered, keeping his eyes on yours. his lips trailed from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes. " John.." you whispered, pulling your head out of his grasp. he cleared his throat, stepping back. you both wanted it, bad. but it was wrong. and you both agreed to it, nonverbally of course, but it was an intuition.

" im sorry." you said softly, looking down to your shoes. "dont apologize. you have done nothing wrong." he said, patting your arm before walking away.

the rest of the night you spent in 'your room', reading up the rest of the texts you had for your exams. it was raining pretty hard outside, thundering and lightening. it was peaceful, more peaceful than your home.

stretching, you sat up from your bed and made your way down to the kitchen, hungry. you were sure price was hungry as well so why not make some grilled cheese? as you hummed your way down the hall, you heard what sounded like cries coming from inside John's room. you stopped in your tracks, standing in front of his room. you then heard empty bottles rolling against the floor. sighing, you leaned your head against the door. you didnt know if you should open the door, or stay outside. or just walk away.

but your heart was more powerful than your mind and you couldnt stop your hand from knocking against the door. "John.. can I come in?" you asked softly. when he stopped sniffling, and all you could hear was the empty bottles, you slowly opened the door. in front of you was John, sitting against his wall, tears running down his face with another bottle of whiskey by his side. he wasn't moving, wasn't blinking. just crying.

you slowly approached him, sitting in front of him. you took the bottle, placing it under his bed, out of sight. " can i.. hold your hand?" you asked, looking at his blank face. when he gave you a soft hum, you reached for his hand, cupping it in both of yours. he felt his breathing go from fast to slow, his hooded eyes making his way to yours. "i'm here John.. you don't have to be alone anymore.." you said softly, scooting closer.

for the next hour John spent crying into your chest, apologizing for being drunk around you. " I-im sorry for.. for this. I know drunk p-people probably make you feel-" "stop. you have a valid reason. I understand. id actually prefer being around drunk you than my drunk father anyways.." you said, running your hands through his hair. he held your waist, sniffling every now and then. he was finally calm, finally at peace. he felt safe in your arms and despite how embarrassing it was to be the older person seeking out comfort from the younger, he knew the last thing you'd do was judge him.

"are you hungry?" you asked, realizing John had been playing with the hem of your shirt for a bit. he looked up, his eyes scanning your lips before meeting your gaze. a soft smile was painted across your face, your hands still in his hair. "im.. im sorry." he whispered. before you could ask him what he meant, his lips pressed against yours, his hand slipping around the side of your neck. he poked your lips with his tongue, asking for permission. and you embarrassingly fast let him in.

he shifted so he was sitting now, pulling you onto his lap. his tongue roamed your mouth, occasionally sucking your tongue and earning a moan from you. when he finally pulled away, a short string of saliva connected you two. heavy pants and the sound of rain was all that could be heard as you both stared at each other, waiting for whats next. just as you opened your mouth, he spoke.

"i.. I know you think its because im drunk. but I promise you.. ive wanted to do that for so long." he whispered, eyes going back to your wet lips. " I dream of it, even when she was here. I couldnt bring myself to not think about you when I kissed her. when I fucked her. when I laid beside her. I know I sound like a horrible person, and I know what im risking here saying this to you. but.. but I have a feeling you feel the same about me.." he said softly, his hands holding your hips in place, hoping and praying you wouldn't run away, never speaking to him again. but you wouldn't do that. because you cared about him too much. you wanted this to happen as much as he did and you weren't going to let this moment slip away.

your hands cupped his face before leaning in again, John accepting the kiss before your lips even met. it was a slow, passionate kiss. he pulled you closer into him, moaning into the kiss when you'd pull at his bottom lip. his hands slowly snaked up your shirt, now holding your waist. "I need you.." you breathed against his lips, eyes still closed. it was desperate of you. but you didn't care. seeing how badly he wanted you made you want him even more. you didn't care if she walked in and saw the two of you, told your parents, the whole neighborhood. you guys could run away, live in a different state, a different country even. you guys could be happy. and as much as you wanted that, you knew the right now, this was the best you'd get.

he slowly pulled you off his lap, standing up before lifting you up. he laid you gently on the bed, resting between your legs. his lips attached to yours again, his hand finding your covered breast immediately. your whimpered into the kiss, thrusting your hips up to feel his hard on. his other hand found the side of your face, holding it as to keep you close. his lips moved down to your jaw, then your neck. he was careful to not make too many marks, especially ones to high up. you whimpered at his teeth nibbling your skin, his tongue sliding slowly across the mark to ease the pain. " ive wanted this.. for so long." he Sid against your skin, his hands working to pull down the pajama pants you had put on a while back.

he threw them behind him, not caring where they end up. he sat up, looking down at your panties. a large wet spot shone threw, a breathy chuckle eliciting from him. "is this all for me baby?" he asked, his fingertips ghosting over the spot. you nodded quickly, bucking your hips up. " use your words darling." he said again, looking up at you this time, his fingers still ghosting over the same spot. "y-yes.. yes daddy." his face formed a bright smile before looking back down at your panties, fingers slipping under the hem and pulling them down. "daddy huh? dont think ive ever been called that." his fingers ran up your slit and stopping right before your clit. you groaned at the teasing, trying to move your hips to meet his fingers.

"patience baby.. daddy wants to take his time with you." he said, chuckling at your desperation. nothing was funny to you, but you wanted him do bad, you'd be willing to do anything he asked of you in this moment. his fingers continued to tease you until he slid one inside you for just a second, before quickly pulling it back out. he loved how fast your cunt clenched around his finger, the surprised gasp leaving your lips when he slid it in, then out. "you like that?" he whispered, watching how your pussy clenched every time his finger got close to your hold again. "yes please.. please do it again." you begged from beneath him, eyes pleading with his distracted ones.

he smiled to himself, adding two fingers in at once this time and watching them completely disappear. your head pressed firmly against the pillow, your eyes squeezing shut. he moved his fingers in and out slowly, then fast, analyzing which pace got you reacting to his touch more. when he found it, he continued with it, his eyes finally moving up to your face. your beautiful face. he felt like he had fallen in love all over, watching your face twist in pleasure. it scared him most certainly. he'd spent what felt like years and years in a somewhat loveless marriage. seeing you, your beautiful face, kind personality and hearing your beautiful voice made him scared. scared that if he did commit to you, you both would end up like his marriage.

but now, he couldnt worry about that. your moans and whimpers were too much of a distraction for him to think about anything serious. he wanted to focus on now, and thats what he did. "feel good baby? is daddy making this pussy feel good?" he asked above you, body completely hovering over you as he tilted his head to the side, looking down at you. you nodded, opening your eyes and gripping his shoulders. "s-so good~" you whined, nodding your head quickly. " good girl. such a good girl for me aren't you? gonna cum on daddy fingers huh? gonna show daddy how good you feel?" he asked, his thumb quick to find your clit and moving at the same pace your fingers were.

no matter how hard you tried to talk, his fingers were doing magic on your lower region. you felt a knot forming at the pit of your stomach, your moans increasing in pitch. " I-im gonna cum" you cried out, pulling him down into your chest and hugging his shoulders. he grunted in your ear, keeping the same continuous pace, whispering how beautiful you were, how hes gonna claim your pussy. how hes gonna gonna make love to you, rather than just fuck you. his genuine words, surprisingly, made you finish, your cum soaking both him and his bed sheets. he gasped, peeking down at your cunt as his fingers slowed in pace, listening to the squelching noises your pussy made for him.

he sat up, looking down at the mess beneath you both. he hadn't realized it, but his fingers kept moving in and out of you. it was like he was in a spell, a spell from your pussy. " j-john" you finally called out, getting his attention. he smiled and slid his fingers out, sliding them in his mouth. he hummed around them, causing you to hide your face in your hands. he was quick, however, to remove them. "dont hide from me. I want you to see how good you taste." he said before pressing his lips back onto yours. your own taste flooded your mouth, your hands tangling back into his hair.

at the same time, he began to pull his sweats down, his dick springing free, slapping against his lower stomach. the sound made you pull away and look down. to say you were nervous was an understatement. but he was quick to shut down any worries you had. "im gonna go slow with you.. I promise." he said, lifting your head. he gave another small smile down at you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and smiling. it almost slipped from him, but he held back the ' I love you' as he watched you lean into him. his heart was fluttering and he felt like crying all over. happy tears though. because he was truly in love, an the knew that after this, you'd have to go back home. pretend like what happened never happened. at least in front of people. but he didnt want that. he wanted to show the world you were his and he was yours.

he was so deep in thought again, you had wrapped your legs around him to get his attention. "s-sorry. your just so beautiful" he smiled, kissing your forehead before standing from the bed, pulling his sweats and boxers off completely. he was quick to slide back between your legs, his tip hitting your soaked pussy. he looked down, grabbing the base and moving it around your cunt. "shit your fucking drenched honey." he whispered, watching as strings of your wetness rose from you as he lifted his dick away. you whimpered in embarrassment, a bright pink covering your cheeks.

"its sexy." he said, looking into your eyes. he swallowed before looking back down. "like I said, I wanna make love to you. I don't want this to be just us fucking. i.. I see you more than that." he said, his eyes wandering your body nervously before meeting your gaze. you smiled up at him, pulling him closer so your foreheads touched. " then make love to me John." you whispered, looking at him through your lashes.

his lips pressed onto yours, his hands holding onto your hands as he slowly, and carefully, slid into you. it was easy, considering your slick. but it still hurt, the stretching of your walls around his thickness. the moment you let out a pained whimper he stopped, telling you to tell him when you were ready for more. and it did take a while, but he eventually bottomed out inside your cunt, groaning at the warmth and wetness. his head fell into your neck, catching his breath before he tapped your hips. "are you ready for me love?" he asked into your neck, lifting his head to see your face when you answered. when you nodded, giving him a shy 'yes', his hips moved out, slow, and back in, slow.

at first it hurt. yes, you had small flings in college, and you had definitely told him about them before you figured out how in love with him you were. but never had they meant a lot to you. you are drunk for most of them, causing you to regret not waiting for the right guy which, in this case, would be John. you looked up at him, his bottom lip between his teeth as his browns knitted together. he let out soft grunts with every thrust, a breath after a few more. he looked beautiful, so handsome.

" darling s-stop looking up at me before i.. I finish too soon." he breathed out, looking into your eyes finally. you blushed and looked down to where your bodies connected. the sight alone made you clench around him, a whimper slipping past you. your hands found his neck, your eyes squeezing shut. his thrusts remained pretty slow, causing you to buck your hips up. "faster.. please." you whispered, opening your eyes to see his already on you. "anything for my princess." he responded, kissing your forehead as his thrusts picked up in pace. he wasn't going super fast, but he was going at a decent speed.

whimpers slipped past you with each thrust of his, your head falling back into the pillow. his name, and a few daddy's, slipped past your lips every so often, encouraging him to keep going. " f-fuck princess you're.. you're so tight" he groaned, his breathing picking up in pace. his grunts slowly turned into moans and you had assumed he was close. he took one leg and wrapped it around his waist, allowing deeper access into your cunt. his tip every so slightly hit your cervix, emitting more moans from you.

you hadn't realized it at first, but your nails dug into his back, leaving both crescent marks and scratches. and he fucking loved it. it was your way of marking his body, what was yours. he wanted more. " fuck baby.. mark me. I-im all yours~" he moaned, his head dropping into your chest as his thrusts began to become a bit more fast. he was certainly close, and you were too. " John im gonna cum" you moaned, leg tightening around his waist.

his breathing grew rapid, his head raising to look down at you with hooded eyes. his hands gripped the side of your neck, his other around your hip. he felt his dick pulse inside you, scared of cumming inside you, but also hoping you'd let him. "inside me.. please" you whimpered out, sensing his worry. he gave out a quiet whimper, his eyes squeezing shut.

it was perfect, your bodied moving together. and what made it even more perfect was the fact you both were going to cum, together. it was beyond romantic and made the feelings between you both even stronger. he opened his eyes, feeling as though he couldnt hold back any longer. he didnt know what had came over him, if it was your pussy, the alcohol, or just his emotions, but he couldnt stop the words from flowing out.

" fuck princess I-im cumming- fuck I love you.. oh I fucking..love. you!" he groaned, the last few words accompanied with a powerful thrust. his cum shot into you, a loud groan and a gasp escaping him. his grip on you tightened, his eyes watching as your cum shot out of you as well, mixing with his.

his eyes fluttered closed, his body falling onto you. you looked up at the ceiling, breathing hard as you just recalled what he had admitted to you. 'he loves me..?' you though, your chest feeling heavy, but a good heavy.

he eventually rose up, swallowing as he looked down at you. "I-im sorry im probably still drunk I didnt mean-" your lips slammed against his, discontinuing the sentence he had planned. " I love you to John." you said against his lips. you felt the smile spread across his lips as he moved back down to kiss you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him.

the rest of the night you both spent cuddling, watching tiktoks on your phone. when you eventually dozed off, he placed your phone on the charger, went to use the bathroom one last time before coming back next to you. he pulled you into his chest, spooning you. he kissed your bare shoulders, whispering 'I love you' after each peck. he was happy. he didnt worry too badly about what could happen. he was happy now. and he wanted to stay that way forever.

| aghhh after serious writers block I give you guys this. this was a lot more cute than my other ones so I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did |

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writerfae · 11 days

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No thoughts, just Aiden and Henry hugging!

Also, how come Ranva used to call Henry little crow? (Not that it doesn't fit, it does (duh), I'm just curious if there's a story behind it)

And how did Hela end up in the human realm when she met Aiden?

Forest demons: uniting friends since day one!

And I wanted to rant at you a little about Bendegúz because I realized that I haven't really done that since I talked about his dad, and it made me sad, because I love him (also, I'm scared that sometimes I accidentally mischaraterize him because him and I have the same exaggerated humor but if you mix those together it just makes him sound insane💀)There's a very good reason why the difference between the villain Adél au, the villain Ákos au and canon is what Bendegúz does!

I wanted to tell you about some moments of his that I love (angst warning)

I mentioned that he and Ákos sometimes playfight, and Bendegúz sometimes shows him how to use his spear. And can you just imagine 8 yo Bendegúz with a 3 yo Ákos, and they're playing with sticks (pretending they are spears), and Bendegúz isn't that good with a spear yet, but to Ákos he already looks like an expert ❤️🥺

Also, there's this sweet moment where they're preparing to fly home from the swamp (and it's not the happiest circumstances for Ákos' first, real flight) and Bendegúz apologies for this and promises that after this is over they'll go on a real, nice, pleasant flight

The fact that he took care of Moss (who he doesn't even like) while Ákos was gone

When Adél is told that Ákos is dead the first thing she does is run to Bendegúz and he's holding her so tightly and aaaaa

Just his inner struggle of "It wasn't MY litte brother! I can't be sad!" But as soon as there's even the slightest chance to get him back, he's on it!

Both him and Adél being willing to go to the swamp even though they know that the chances of Ákos being alive are close to zero.

Adél and him spend so much time together! Ever since their parents introduced them to each other as babies they were always together. Never one without the other

Bendegúz learned to fly, and now him flying up to Adél's window just because, is a regular occurrence. They constantly have sleepovers (it's really easy since Bendegúz and his mom live on the castle grounds)

It's really cute because in Bendegúz's house Adél's childhood drawings are hung up, and vice-versa 😭

And they play a lot of boardgames 😭

He is very good at lighting up a bad situation with a joke but never in an inappropriate way. Just in those moments when people need a little cheering up, and this always makes his friends feel all warm inside.🥺

I'll stop cause we'll be here all day...(sorry if this got long)

I hope you liked this little rant 🙈

Ranva called Henry her little crow because of the color of his hair and for a second reason that I can’t say out in the open xD she also referred to her sons as her little crows sometimes, also for that second reason.

And Halea came to the human realm because while fighting the forest demon, the beast and her practically “fell” through an open portal to the human realm that someone (or something) must’ve opened shortly before and left open.

Bendegúz really is a sweetheart, his relationship to the royal siblings is really adorable! You can tell he loves them!

#writer speaks #writeblr

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hamlets-ak · 11 months

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loving someone doesn’t save them ༊*·˚

༘♡ no person will ever be willing to forget their love

in which harry appears on your doorstep & asks questions about R.A.B.

It was a tragedy for everyone else, for everyone who only knew him by his last name; but for you, it was like ripping out a part of your heart and then leaving back shattered pieces collided with the weakest glue. No one prepared you for this - he didn’t prepare you. Even the night you last saw him; he gave you a kiss on the lips, a smile, and said: « Goodnight. »

If that sick feeling was a bottle you would've broken it, if it was a wall you would've torn it down, if it was a piece of paper you would've cast it into the fire. But no, your heart was sobbing for days, months, years, and you were doomed to spend the rest of your life with a hole inside your chest that couldn't be filled.

You hated him, mostly because he said he loved you and because you had plans and he gave you his ring as a promise with a kiss and a "don't worry everything's going to be fine." How could you love someone that didn’t prepare you for this? That didn’t tell you to hug him tighter that night or to say that you loved him one last time before he left once and for all. Maybe you didn't know him as much as you thought and for the rest of your life, you would always have an unanswered question; why didn't he give you a sign.

After eighteen years you were able to forgive him. But you never forgot about him.

You started a family away from London in the countryside, away from everything and everyone. Your husband - a muggle - didn't know about your past and you had never opened the door of that haunted house filled with screaming voices of friends and family. Your kids were your priority, two happy little girls that wanted to play in the garden all day under the sun.

However, the sun had abandoned you the last few months and the sky was always veiled, misty with storms and rains. No matter the attempts of the Daily Prophet to reassure you and quieten your concerns, you knew something terrible was about to happen. You had seen it happening before, spreading and destroying everything in its passage. Everyone you loved was dead because of this.

And all of your suspicions came true when on a rainy afternoon thunderous poundings were heard on your door.

Your husband was in town and you were working in your office as your girls were playing in front of the fireplace. It was only natural for you to feel a knot in your stomach and your body instantly freezing.

« Mom, someone’s on the door! »

You left your typewriter aside and got out of your office. The shape of a person was printed on the glass, a man. You weren't expecting any guests and your husband had car and keys with him.

« Girls, why don’t you go upstairs? », you smiled at them. They both looked at you unsurely with that childish expression of concern and the need to protect their mother.

« Is something wrong, mommy? »

« No, no, love, » your voice came out gently as you held their soft cheeks. « Just go upstairs. » They obeyed your words hesitantly, giving you second glances over the pile of toys gathered on their hugs, and turned to the upper floor.

Once they were out of sight, you ran to your office to get your wand and then back to the entrance. With a quick move, you raised your wand and the door opened wide, letting you point to the person that was standing there.

« Hi, » he said not really paying attention to your wand. It was a young man, a boy not even eighteen years old. « I’m looking for Y/N L/N. » For a moment you stayed there, your blood running cold in your veins, frozen, with your heart skipping beats. It couldn't be, it was some kind of sick joke.

Your lips separated studying each and every one of his features. Rain was pressing down short black curls, droplets dripping down his half-closed eyes, and trailing lines across his dark skin. He had glasses on, foggy and stained; the same kind of glasses your best friend wore years before he was lost - murdered. But it couldn’t be him. He took them off and wiped the water with his fingers before your gaze met a deep brown, honey set of eyes - Lily Evans’ eyes.

« Harry? », you let your wand drop. He stared at you.

« You know me? »

« Don’t just sit there, come in, » you opened the door wider for him to pass inside, letting the sound of it echo behind you. Your eyes examined him. You hadn't seen him since he was only a baby.

His stare roomed the house as he gave you his jacket, seeing pictures of your children, you, your husband.

« I’m Harry, Harry Potter, » he turned back tenting his arm forward.

« I know, » you smiled at him and shook his hand. You kissed both of his cheeks and gestured to the living room. « I’m Y/N. » Your eyes kept staring at him until you caught the uneasiness in the air, so you took a seat on the armchair. « Can I bring you anything, Harry? »

« No, no, thank you, » he shook his arms sitting on the couch across from you.

« I suppose everyone tells you, you are just like your dad. Except for the eyes, of course. Those are Lily’s. »

« You knew my parents? » You smiled.

« Oh, I didn’t just know them, we were friends - best friends. I have so many stories to tell you. »

« I’d love to hear them all, » Harry said.

« And I also have a photo album. » You haven’t seen that grin and that spark in a pair of eyes for years, and the truth was, you had missed them more than words could possibly describe. « But first, you have to tell me the reason of your visit, Harry Potter. »

His cheerful expression slowly faded, clouds passing by his features. Fingers fumbled in the pocket of his jeans and without losing any time he brought out a necklace, a locket - the locket.

Your eyes exchanged a look between the locket and Harry, fear marked on your face as he offered it to you and you just shook your head pulling back.

« Where did you get this? », you asked not being able to change your gaze away from that devilry.

« Do you recognize this? », Harry questioned. You raised your eyes slowly shaking your head.

« Harry, I don’t know where you found this or what you intend to do, but please stay away from it. »

« What do you mean? »

« Where did you even find it? Did you go to the cave? » Harry furrowed his brows. You realized at that moment, he probably didn’t expect you to know and maybe it was for the best to stop yourself. But you had questions and you were sure the same applied to him. « Is this the one? »

« No, this is the fake one, » Harry said opening it and bringing forward a small piece of parchment. He offered it to you which you took hesitantly. You read it. A slight smile twitched on your lips. The handwriting, the damn handwriting, and that R.A.B. that had always been his way of signing notes or letters. « R.A.B. », Harry spoke. « Regulus Ar- »

« Arcturus Black, » you interrupted him. His eyes looked up at yours that rested on that old parchment. Your fingers traced the surface of the last words he left in this world. You rubbed your sight, a hot sense lurking behind, ready to blur your vision, and pressed your lips together tightly. « Regulus Arcturus Black. » It had been years since the last time you spoke his name out loud. You had forgotten the sound of it. It was nothing more than words in your head, but when said those three words, magically, it took life again.

« The locket belonged to Sirius’ brother, » Harry spoke as you gave him back the note. A mischievous smile slowly appeared on your face that made the boy feel uncomfortable facing someone who knew the person he was trying for months to do an introspection to.

« Is that the reason of your visit? » Harry looked at you with the fullest and deepest stare. He spoke quietly but steadily sure of what he was saying.

« You knew Regulus Black. You knew what he was trying to do. You knew everything. »

« I didn’t know anything, » you replied.

« I don’t believe you, » Harry said. You furrowed your brows and allowed your looks to meet. It was interesting talking to him. He had Lily’s straightforwardness and sharpness, and James’ expressions.

« Why are you here? How did you find me? »

« I found letters of yours in R.A.B.’s room. » With these words the muscle of your jaw clenched. You never imagined that your personal writings would be read by someone other than him. The feeling of anger was boiling under your skin. The only thing that held you back, that didn’t erupt the volcano inside you, was that he was a kid. « Hard to find. They were very well-hidden. »

« And how did you find out my name? », you asked. You always signed with a pseudonym that only a few selected people knew about.

« Professor Lupin helped me with that. » That's when you let a small smile appear on your face again and sat better back on the armchair.

« Professor Lupin? », you chuckled. « The old bastard... »

« I need to know, » Harry said seriously which brought you back to the conversation. « You knew Regulus Black. You knew everything. »

« I’m afraid you are losing your time here. I knew Regulus, » you told him. « I didn't know everything. He didn’t let me know everything. »

« Why? »

« Because he loved me. » Harry didn't speak just watched your expression change. He watched the way your jaw muscle broke, that bitter smile on your mouth and your head lightly shaking. You bit your lower lip and shrugged. « Because he knew exactly what he was doing. And because he knew exactly how it was going to end. » None of you spoke after that. « I don't know anything else, Harry, truly. He never prepared me or anyone else for this. »

« I don’t understand why he did that, » his voice cut those few seconds of silence. He shook his head, eyes fixed to the ground, giving to your piercing stare glances every now and then. « I don’t understand him. »

« You know, » you breathed out. « At first I was mad at him - maybe I still am a little - but through the years, I realized that, that was his way. Regulus just followed his heart without giving any explanation to anyone. He acted with his senses and his emotions and did the things he considered right. Regulus didn’t care about the price. He could even pay with his life. »

« Sirius told me he was a stupid idiot whose only ambition was to join the Death Eaters. »

« Sirius loved him, Harry. But he didn’t know him at all. Nobody knew him really, I'm afraid. »

« What about you? »

« Barely, » you shrugged sadly. « He didn’t let me know him, he just let me love him. But does it matter now? Loving someone doesn’t save them. »

#hamlets-ak #harry potter #regulus black #r.a.b #regulus arcturus black #to the dark lord #regulus last letter #marauders era #black family #sirius black #regulus x y/n #regulus black fanfic #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black imagine #regulus x reader #regulus fanfiction #regulus angst

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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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Favorite crime. Part 3 (miles morales x reader)

Y/n loved miles so bad and she let him treat her like that, even if it was for a little. There was not a chance she was going to let Jeff die, not when he was like her father figure. When they made it back to what they believed was their universe, Miles was panicking and having an attack. Y/n took off her mask frantically grabbing onto him to stop moving, to just relax and take a moment for himself.

All Miles needed was her voice and face to know he’ll be ok, with her she always made sure he was ok and that he’d be safe.

“Miles?…miles please, listen to me. It’s ok, you’re ok..I’m here.”

that’s all miles needed. He rushed into a hug, grasping onto her after what felt like years. Both teens were both still out of breath but they understood each other.

“Y/n- y/n im sorry, I should’ve never-“

“I know…it’s ok miles, just take care of yourself for now..”

Y/n had repeated Rio’s words to miles, she knew she wasn’t ever going to listen to her advice when it came to Miles, but now her heart was warmed at the apology.

Once all was well both of them swung their way back home ready to tell Rio that Miles was Spider-Man. Y/n was always Miles willing accomplice even when they were children…

“Miles! Stop running around the house! Your shoes are dirty! Hijo de su- oh Y/n! You too?! Stop it! Both of you!”

Both children clashed into each other giggling on the floor.

They were in their own world staring at each other, laughing like it was the most funniest thing and what brought them back was Rio staring at them from above, with the most stern face a mother could give.

“Always getting into trouble, you two. Limpa el regero!(clean the mess)”

Even when Rio left the two children couldn’t help but stare at each other and giggle at the mess they made.

In their universe Miles didn’t realize how deeply Y/n was in love with him…how much she hoped he could see. When he did what he did, he left Y/n’s heart broken and had four hands bloody.

Those bloody hands gave miles on last hug before waiting outside and pushing him to tell his mom he was Spider-Man.

“Well…i-…I’m spider man and Y/n has the same powers as me..”

Rio looked at miles like he was crazy, though there was a taste of sadness in her eyes. The two went back and forth as miles tried to convince her, but the longer he talked…the more he mentioned Y/n…the closer Rio was getting to yelling at him.

“Miles. Please. I know you can still be in denial…but Y/n’s gone. They haven’t found her and don’t know what happened but please don’t make me go through this again. It’s not real baby.”

Hearing his mother say this, say that Y/n was gone…he knew he was in another dimension and Y/n knew it the closer she got to listening. It hurt him to hear those words from his mother and he thanked god it wasn’t his reality…though fear leaked into his veins realizing he wasn’t going to get back home in time.

Once Y/n saw uncle Aaron from the small doorway in miles room, she was now the one panicking, she made her way back outside…ready to follow miles and his uncle. Y/n was so close…she was steps ahead of uncle Aaron’s plan until a familiar hand wrapped around her mouth and everything went black.

When Y/n woke up she was in wrapped up gently but not enough to get her out.

“I’m miles mórales but you, you can call me the prowler.”

“…if I don’t get home our dad is going to die.”

“Your dad.”

“Please…you have to let us go.”

“Why would I do that..?”

Y/n pushed against her restraints turning her head to both miles standing and hanging before her.

“Please..please just let him go. I’ll stay..ok? I’ll stay. I’m missing in this dimension right? Well I’m here ok. I’m here now and you can let him go….please.”

There was desperation in Y/n’s voice…miles 42 could hear it and miles 1610 regretted ever allowing Y/n to follow him this time. He was dragging her down with him.

“You aren’t missing you’re dead. You died in my arms. You were shot and killed on our walk to my house…everyone just thinks you went missing…you were always going to stay with me. It’s not your decision or place to bargain. You know I’ve always loved you since we were children. Eres mía princesa. (You are mine princess)”

Y/n’s heart was torn into two…she looked back at her miles, her eyes begged for him to just go. If he loved her like Miles 42..it’d hurt more if she knew. She’d confess everything she was feeling and that would be ok because at least now she’d get closure

“Ok..ok that’s fine. I love you too…ever since we were kids..I’ve loved you in every universe..just let him go. I know how important your dad was to you ok? We grew up together regardless of what dimension. Just let his dad live and I’ll still be with you. It’s like you never lost me.”

Tears fell from her eyes as she saw Miles 42 nod his head to let him loose. How could he deny her? She was everything to him. No one on this earth or another could love Miles the way she did. Her eyes were so innocent and her heart was so gentle, she’d forgive anyone easily.

“Y/n..Y/n no I can’t let you do this.”

Miles 1610 restraints were tightened once again.

“Just be quiet and go Miles.”

hearing those words come from Y/n…those same words he used for her to leave. It hurt him now knowing how she felt for him especially since he realized he now loved her just too late to realize it.

“Go Miles! Save your dad and go.”

Miles got out of his transit and was cut loose and yanked towards the window by uncle Aaron. Miles looked back one more time…he knew he wouldn’t be able to save her and his dad at the same time, not if he was weak. He’d come back for her though.

Leaving this dimension would mean leaving his heart with her…

! ❤️💙!

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#Spotify #miles molares #angst #miles morales x reader #miles morales imagine #across the spiderverse

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xbruised-peachx · 9 months

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could i get some soft gromsko hcs 🥺 sorry i keep seeing ones where hes a misogynist (untagged so it triggers me from a past relationship) and i much prefer your interpretation where he's caring but still confident

Aww 🫂🫂🫂 I'm sorry Anon, I'm actually in the same boat as you, my bad relationship ended exactly a year ago so yeah.

Everyone's allowed to have their own interpretation and all that fun stuff but I absolutely agree, I can't see him like that. Talking to my Polish friends about it, it's just not his generation and it's a very tired trope of "misogynistic, loud slavic man" they are not too happy seeing. For me, it's almost a bit of an American trope that is "loud and boisterous=asshole", which I dislike as he has multiple lines IN GAME that shows him as caring and you know... nice (ex. Czasami trzeba się poświęcić dla innych (sometimes you must sacrifice yourself for others), You're not dying yet!, Trzymać się (hold on) the surgeon is coming, I was proud to fight with you!, I am your wingman, etc). Not to mention you know... HE'S A MEDIC or at the very least "extensive medical training" as stated in his bio.

So yeah, I'll happily give you some nice, loud and proudly in love Gromsko headcanons, Anon💚

Tags: fem!reader, pure tooth rotting fluff, alcohol mention for the last point

Gromsko always has his arm around you in public. He wants the world to know how lucky he is to have you. He still has some slight guilt in his head about showing PDA from getting glares from various babcias back home, but he can't help it when he sees you, beautiful eyes looking back at him with such adoration. He has to show it back somehow.

Often, he'll just settle for hand holding (before marriage? Scandalous) as you guys walk around. He'll watch you as you interact with employees, you asking for help as his thumb runs over your knuckles, running along the back of your hand. Even if you get nervous talking to employees, his touch reminds you he's right there if you need him, and that he's more than willing to help if needed.

You getting disrespected sets him off in a whole new way. Instantly, he'll step in front, asserting his height advantage he often has, looking down at them with contempt that they would even dare speak to you like that. "Want to repeat that?" His voice coming out as low and threatening, booming around the room. When they inevitably leave you both alone, his attention goes right back to you, gently cupping your face as you look up to him as he asks if you're okay. You smile and nod, telling him a soft thank you. You can practically see his heart melt as he looks back, eyes softening and a gentle smile on his face, taking your hand and continuing like nothing happened.

Though he learned some cooking from his grandma, he has fond memories of watching Robert Makłowicz with his mom during weekends, making the recipes for dinner. When he found out Makłowicz has a YouTube channel, the two of you went on a deep dive for hours, cuddling on the couch and him translating for you when he started laughing or just said something nice, and thought it'd be nice to share. He also showed a few older clips, particularly this one of him and a dog and now the two of you have the little inside joke going "EHEHEHEHE" at small, cute things.

He often cooks for you, even wanting to take care of you like that as well. He doesn't mind the help but he takes quite a bit of pride in his cooking. He loves when you come up behind and just hug him while he's at the stove. For him, that plus you smiling as you eat a meal from him is the greatest reward.

Every injury is an emergency to him, often taking huge precautions even for little things. The house is never out of band-aids or antibiotic ointment. Even stubbing your toe will have him running out of whatever room he's in, stopping what he's doing to make sure you're okay.

He is the best to have around during the time of the month. He'll make some good iron rich foods, but still get you whatever snacks you want. He may want to take care of you physically but he knows part of health is mental too, and that he can't force something on you when you are craving something else. He makes sure heating pads are ready along with a nice comfortable spot in bed. He isn't overbearing though, as he knows sometimes you just need space. He knows that when you need him, you'll let him know. Often you have fallen asleep, head in his lap with a heated stuffed animal hugged to your chest. He'll carry you to the much more comfortable bed with ease, watching you at peace with a smile on his own face as he'd go back, cleaning up any snack wrappers in the living room, turning off any electric heating pads that might have been left on. He may join you for a nap eventually, but he'll leave you at peace for now.

Being used to waking up for the military, he wakes up before you, and he really doesn't mind. The warm glow of the sun rising as your lips are parted, gently breathing. His arm around you, he can feel the gentle rise and fall, your heart beat calm against him. He could look at you like this for hours, going back in forth in his head questioning how he got so lucky but also not wanting to question it, instead to just enjoy this quiet morning. Birds chirping, he wants to get up and make some coffee for you but he doesn't want to leave you in this moment... not now or ever.

He loves animals... all of them. Often, if he sees a random animal in the street, he'll call out to it instinctively in Polish, often leaving a poor hedgehog stunned in the streets, unsure what to do about this giant heading towards them. He loves going to the shelter with you, seeing big dogs go from barking to wagging their tail, wanting to get out to play, and going to cat rooms to sit for a while, playing with all the cats, young and old. Old cats flock to him like no other and he always imitates their crispy meows. Seeing him hold a kitten that easy fits in his hands, curling up into a ball as he holds it against his broad chest, gently petting its head with two of his fingers... it warms your soul.

He is a very affectionate drunk. He'll be stumbling down the streets, goofy grin on his face as he hugged on you for balance. If any even breathes in your direction, positive or negative, he'll be calling out to them, "HEJ! To moja dziewczyna... GO!" (Hey, that's my girlfriend) You often end up apologizing to whoever it is, his slurred speech being the answer for why. When you get home he'll often just keep repeating how beautiful you are while snuggled in your chest for once. Looking up at you, you see that look of disbelief in his eyes, but quickly returning to just bliss as he remembers you belong to each other. Snoring like a bear buried deep, he knows absolute comfort knowing you'll be there for each other for the inevitable hangover the next morning.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #gromsko #gromsko mw2 #ask peach #gromsko x reader #sobiesław kościuszko x reader #sobiesław kościuszko #call of duty x reader #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #grom writing

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bylertruther · 2 years

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not to be too real but since we're talking about it... we always talk about will feeling lonely which is fair, but... it is such an Ugly, isolating, and genuinely heart-wrenching feeling to be the odd one out in your family, and to watch them treat others who aren't related to you the way you wish they would treat you, to watch them perform their familial roles with them and not you.

nancy's the only person in his family that mike could talk to, the only person that has the same trauma and would understand, and yet... he can't. they don't ever talk unless it's to be snippy and bite. nancy spends more time caring about max and will than she does mike, her own little brother.

holly is too young for him to bond with like that. she's just barely a kid, one that still needs to be cared for.

his mom tries her best, but he doesn't feel comfortable being vulnerable with her. considering the fact that she did everything "right" according to society's standards and married their dad of all people, i doubt he feels comfortable showing her who he really is. he lets her hug him when he's at his lowest, but we don't see them actually connecting.

his dad is just some ghost that haunts his house. he doesn't care about mike or think highly of him at all. the only times we've seen him pay mike any attention are when he belittles his interests, mocks him, punishes him, or shuts him down by telling him to listen to his mother. the only support he gets from him is financial in nature.

meanwhile, everyone else has a family they can turn to. dustin, despite lying to his mother to keep her out of his shenanigans, seems to have a decent relationship with her. even if he doesn't, he still has steve and robin. lucas is shown to have a healthy relationship with his parents and erica. will and el have their family.

max's situation is different, but she has the backing of the party; people that love her and actively try to help her and pull her back into the world of the living. she isn't thrust into a leadership role that doesn't allow for vulnerability. she has nancy who is willing to fight monsters for her, el who literally performed a miracle for her, and lucas who has stood by her since the beginning.

and mike... well. he has will back now, sure, but... things have been different between them for a long time now, even if they're both trying their best to be how they were before. and before then, will obviously was in california, not returning his calls or reaching out, making mike feel like he'd lost him for good.

so... all that being said, it's not that surprising that mike is the way he is: riddled with abandonment issues, wanting to be needed, immediately apologizing whenever he dares to open up, inclined to give others the protection and comfort no one's ever given him, prone to jealousy and possessiveness, unable to be completely and wholly honest about what troubles him, not exactly the most open to new people, and someone with appallingly low self-esteem.

you know how they say people that are drowning don't always look like they're drowning? that's mike.

#mike #mine #wheeler #mike analysis #byler #i can't think abt him for longer than two seconds bc then i make myself sad lol <3 #will's story is fucked up but at least he has people that love him and help him and SEE him and that he feels comfortable being his #true self with. but mike? :/ sigh.#mike just bottles it up and overcompensates / gets his mind off of it by caring for someone else.#like in the van scene when he's opening up to will and then immediately tries to deflect bc he thinks it's not important.#like... mike... you ARE important. you're feelings aren't stupid. you aren't some worthless loser with nothing to offer people.#the way that he talks about himself and the lack of support he has in his life is like ... actually so fucking sad lmao!#bc he spent all that time with el and sent her all those letters and yet they never actually got to know each other. it wasn't anything of #value. it was just company. and he had will but things started changing and mike felt like will was pulling away from him. then they both #moved across the country and he tried to call will all those times but couldn't reach him. and then will never reached out first so he just #straight up felt like he'd lost will. and the remaining party members are great but like mike says they aren't will. so he was just alone.#bites my own hand bites my own hand bites my own hand bites—

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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Glasses

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: You convince Steve to be your date at the Family gathering and feelings get confessed

Warnings: language, mentions of food, mean family relatives, protective Steve, use of y/n and petnames, i suck at endings

Words: 3k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

Steve was nervously sitting in his car in your driveway and he was thinking about running away.

He'd agreed to saving you today. You basically begged Steve on your knees to get him to come with you. It was a family gathering at your house, a few aunts, uncles and annoying cousins.

You were sick and tired of your cousins's teasing about you coming alone to these family events. So you convinced Steve to be your fake boyfriend.

And Steve as the best friend he is, had said yes. He couldn't back out now, as he was already there.

With heavy legs he walked up to your door and rang the doorbell. You opened the door almost right away.

You looked stressed, your hair was a mess and there were lines of concern on your forehead. You had the most beautiful dress on and Steve couldn't help but to stare at you.

But the second you realised, it was Steve at the door, the frown was replaced by a small smile.

"Hi" you sheepishly greeted him.

"Hi, i'm not late, am i?" maybe you looked so distressed because he got the times wrong?

"No no, you're perfectly on time, c'mon in" you opened the door wider for him to step inside.

"Nobody else is here yet, so we can just go sit down at the table. They should arrive in 10" you mumbled.

"Okay, yeah. We should go sit down, you look like you need a breather" he said, looking at you with worry.

"What's that suppose to mean?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Nothing, you just look a little tense " he explained.

"Oh, sorry. I-I just, i hate these family events. Most of the time it's the most boring thing to go through and i just don't want to hear all those mean comments from Alice or from Amanda or from Karen, well basically from any of my family."

Steve knew very well, what it was like to have mean remarks directed at him by family members. He was glad, he came , because atleast now you had him in your corner.

"Yeah, i know. But I'm here, so they won't say anything bad about you, right? And I won't let them" he said and you chuckled.

"Thanks Stevie, you're my hero" It was now Steve's turn to laugh.

"Don't mention it" he waved his hand.

He stepped closer to you and fixed your hair so it wouldn't look like a car ran you over.

"There" he was proud about the final look.

"Thanks" you uttered.

"Steve!" your mom called out. Your parents loved Steve, he was so polite and always willing to help them with anything. Your mom basically squeeled when you told her Steve was your date for the dinner.

"We are so happy to have you with us today" she embraced him in a tight tight hug, "it was about time you two started dating. It took you guys a long time, i was beginning to think, you would never tell her" she giggled.

Steve raised his eyebrows at you, asking you what was your mom talking about.

You may have told her that Steve was the one to confess his feelings .

Steve just cluelessly laughed with her and then she ushered you two to the table that was set outside.

"I'm sorry Steve, she started asking me questions, so I told her you were the one who confessed the feelings" you apologised.

"Should i be concerned about what else you'd told her?" Steve playfully nudged you by elbow.

"Definitely" you bantered.

While waiting on everybody, you made up a story about how you started dating and talked about holding hands and all the bullshit to convince your family, that you were actually dating.

It wouldn't be too hard for you to pretend to be in love with Steve, because you actually were. You've had feelings for Steve probably since you've met him.

Steve was thinking about the same thing as you. He had no problem with being affectionate towards you. He was in love with you, too. Like how could he not, when you were the kindest person to him.

You always looked out for him, took care of him, you just always made sure that he was okay. So of course, he fell for you.

Your talk with Steve was interrupted by a group of people, your family. They were all staring at you with big eyes and raised eyebrows.

You and Steve stood up and you were about to introduce him to them, but your annoying cousin was faster. "Y/N, who's this handsome man?" Alice asked and your face twisted in annoyance. Alice was your least favorite cousin.

"This is Steve, m-my boyfriend" you shyly announced.

"Your boyfriend?" she ribbed.

"Yes-"

"Hey, i'm Steve, y/n's boyfriend. It's nice to meet you" he spoke over you, because he could see how nervous you were.

Alice looked stunned. She couldn't believe, that Steve was really your boyfriend. She quickly recovered from the shock and greeted him, along with a wink. You just rolled your eyes at it. She was always like this with every boy. Always flirting badly with them, even if they weren't single.

Steve turned his head for a second to mouth 'help me' at you, before turning back to greet everybody else.

After a few excruciating minutes of getting to know your family, Steve was beggining to understand why you hated these things.

"Jesus, i thought, i'd die there. They are like some phyranas trying to eat you alive" he whispered to you as you sat back down at the table.

You let out a loud laugh, which got attention of everyone, "Steve, you can't just say something like that to me without any warning, " you whispered back.

"Sorry, sweetheart. But It's true, they are pretty bad, especially that cousins of yours" he frowned.

"Yeah, i'm sorry for dragging you into this" you felt bad, that he had to experience this because of you. You were sure he had enough family related problems without you adding to the pile.

"It's okay, i don't mind if it helps you" he softly smiled at you, " plus, i get to eat the food cooked by your mom, so that's a win."

"Oh so that's why you'd agreed" you josted. You were still talking in hushed voices, so everybody would occasionally look curious at you two, wondering what was so funny.

"Well, of course,why else would i say yes?" he grinned at you.

You and Steve were both so lost in your conversation, that you didn't even notice Alice's and other cousins's jealous eyes on you.

"So y/n tell us, how did this happen?" she inquired in high pitched voice, looking at you with annoyed face.

"Me and Steve have been best friends for like 2 years now, right?" you looked at Steve and he confirmed what you were saying with a nod and encouraging smile, "and i guess there were feelings since the beggining. But we just denied and denied them, too afraid to ruin the friendship. I was definitely too scared to say anything" you giggled," and then out of the blue Steve was on my porch admiting his feelings for me and it's been perfect ever since."

"Yeah, my good friend helped convince me to finally tell y/n everything and i'm very very happy, i did" Steve added and pulled you closer to his side. You were basically sitting on him, that was how close he pulled you to him. Not that you were complaining.

"Really? That's great" Alice gritted through her teeth, giving you the most unsincere smile ever.

"Yeah, it's awesome" Amanda chimed in. Her voice was as fake as Alice's smile.

Steve's smile never wavered, he completely ignored there insinuations.

"Wait a minute" Amanda suddenly loudly said, "You're the Steve? Steve Harrington? "

"Omg yes, King Steve. I thought i recognized you from somewhere" Alice joined her, they both had big smirks on.

"Oh. I don't go by that silly nickname anymore. It's just Steve now" Steve nervously scratched the back of his neck.

You didn't know your cousins knew him, i mean they went to different highschools.

You felt bad, that they brought this up, Steve beated himself up over his horrible behaviour everytime his highschool days were brought up.

"Just Steve? Guess your life got pretty boring after meeting our dear y/n" Alice made fun of you and everybody laughed.

"No no no. It's definitely not that. I just -" Steve wanted to defend you, but your mom brought the food and everybody ignored him and focused on the food.

You sighed in regret, " Jesus Steve, i'm so sorry for this. I thought they wouldn't behave like this around you. You can go home, i'll just make something up, like you felt sick" you covered your face in your hands.

"Hey hey hey, none of that. It's okay. I agreed to be here, so i'm gonna stay. I knew, what i was getting myself into," you didn't look too convinced,"Seriously, i'll survive. But are you okay? "

"Yeah, i guess, I'm used to it " you shrugged your shoulders.

"You shouldn't think this is okay, because it's not" he was frowning at you again. He hated that you felt like this. It took him all of his strenght not to stand up and drag you away from there.

"I know, Stevie" you tried to give him a smile, showing you were okay, but it failed.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?"

"Just 'till we finish eating and then i think we can ran away" you were looking forward to leaving.

"Good,'cause i'm dragging you out of here as soon as i can" Steve grinned at you, trying to make you feel better.

"I won't say no to that" you grinned back.

You were brought back to reality from your little talk, by your mom serving the food.

You all, surprisingly, ate in peace. You thought, that maybe your cousins gave up with trying to make fun of you. But of course, that was a foolish thought, because when you looked at them, they were glaring at you, well mostly Alice and Amanda. Altough, they would occasionally break their glaring to forcingly laugh at something that Steve said.

"You're so funny!" they flirted with him and Steve choked on his food, after hearing those words. That made you giggle, not because you thought that Steve's choking was funny, but because Steve has been literally talking about his job at the Family video store.

"Uh thanks?" he unsurely said.

"You're welcome" Amanda was the first to respond with another bad wink, it looked more like a twitch of her eye than a wink.

Steve subtly gave you a 'what the actual fuck' look, making you snort.

Meals were eaten and you were about to excuse yourselves and leave, but your mom had other plans. She gave everybody gifts, it was chocolate with a few nice words and joke.

Everyone started reading their little texts, but you hoped to avoid it, because you didn't have your contact lenses in.

"Y/N, what is written on yours?"

"Ugh, i forgot to put in my contacts..." you thought you managed to dodge it, but it's never that easy, right?

"Don't you have glasses?" Amanda asked, looking incredibly irritated.

"No-"

"Yes" your mom said at the same time as you, "I'm gonna go get them."

"Mom, please no-" she was already gone, disappearing inside the house.

"Great" you groaned.

"Glasses? I didn't know you wear glasses?" Steve puzzled.

"Because i don't ."

Your mom quickly appeared back with the glasses and made you wear them.

You could hear the snickering of your cousins as soon as you put them on. Of course, they would make fun of you because of some stupid glasses. They were like that.

You tried to ignore the laughs as best as you could and quickly read the sentences out loud. It was already hard to focus on the words, because of the loud laughs, but feeling Steve's eyes on you didn't help at all.

Steve'd never seen you in the glasses before and honestly, somehow he thought you looked even more beautiful with them on.

"Steve..."you said his name for like third time.

" Yeah?" he broke out of his thought about you.

" It's your turn to read now" you said. You cheeks were red and Steve wondered why. Well, that was until he heard the snickering a few seats to the left from him and saw your cheeks get even more color.

"Right. Just give me a minute, i need to go grab something from the car" he was already up and inside the house. Leaving you confused.

"Where did Steve go?" your mom perplexed.

"I don't know..."

"He probably had enough of your annoying ass" Alice started laughing even louder then before and you stayed quiet. You've had enough of this dinner. You shrugged the glasses off of your face.

"Sorry, i had to go get these. I can't see a thing without them" Steve swiftly sat back next to you.

The breath hitched in your throat. Since when has Steve had glasses? And fuck, how was it possible, that they made him look even more attractive and you got to look so bad.

It seemed to shut up even your cousins, they were now gawking at him with mouths wide open.

Steve didn't seem to notice or maybe he just didn't care, that everybody was looking at him and he simply just read the words on his gift.

"Thank you so much for the dinner and the gift. I'm so glad, i could be here with you today" Steve said once he finished reading," but i'm afraid is time for me to go."

Steve stood up, bringing him up with you. At first you didn't understand what he was doing, but when you caught up you said, " Yeah mom, thank you for dinner, it was great. I'm going with Steve, we're meeting Robin at the cinema." Obviously you weren't meeting Robin at the cinema, but you'd say anything at that point to leave.

"Oh, okay. You're welcome Steve to come even next time, yeah? We're happy you could be here" your mom beamed.

"It was so so nice to meet you Steve. We could go out sometimes" Alice quipped in and Amanda nodded her head, giving yet another wink to Steve.

"I don't think we could, it was nice to meet you tho" Steve left no time for them to respond and dragged you out of there, to his car.

"Steve, that was so mean" you chuckled, after you sat down in his car and he backed the car out of your driveway.

"Yeah, well. They deserved nothing else" he shrugged his shoulders, "they were awful, i don't want to see them ever again" he chuckled, aswell.

You wished, you'd never have to see them again every single time, "Yup, me too. "

"You okay?" Steve's hand reached for yours, squeezing it gently.

"Yeah, i'm alright" you murmured, taking Steve's hand in your.

"Do you wanna stay over? We can watch some movies" he proposed, seeing through your lie immediately.

"Sure, but only if we can order pizza."

"Of course, we can. Anything you want, sweetheart" Steve said oh so softly and it had you melting.

"Thanks" you blushed at the petname, "Can i ask you something?"

Steve nodded, " What's up with the glasses? You've never worn them."

"I always forget to put them on and what about you? You've never told me about your short sight, either. "

"Steve, i've literally put in my eye contacts in front of you before. What the fuck do you mean, you didn't know?" you questioned.

"You have?"

"Yes, multiple times. "

"Oh, i guess i was always too distracted by your pretty face" he casually said. Like it was no big deal.

You were already at his house, but neither of you was moving to get out of the car.

"What?" you finally choked out.

"I said your pretty face is too distracting. And fuck, it's a whole new level, when you have the glasses on. It's like you're twice as pretty" Steve's sudden burst of confidence made him speak out loud almost every thought he had about you.

"Foreal, it was so hard not to grab your face and kiss you the moment you put them on... -"

"Steve...."

"I'm in love with you, y/n. I just have to get it off my chest and i completely understand if you don't feel the same. We can forget i ever said anything and pretend this never happened" he rambled. His anxious fidgeting made even you nervous.

"Steve!" you placed your hand on his thigh, "you should try to breath, okay? I don't want you to pass out, before i have the chance to tell you, that I feel the same" you joked.

"Wait, what? You do?" his eyebrows shot up.

"Yeah" you shyly smiled at him. Steve couldn't believe, that this was really happening.

"C-can... Can i kiss you?"

"Please" you breathed out.

Steve didn't waste any time, he leaned down to connect his lips with yours. Your lips were so soft and that made Steve kiss you more fiercely. He'd dreamed of kissing you for so many times and now that it was happening, he didn't want to ever let you go.

You slowly pulled away, making Steve pout.

"Sorry, but i'm getting cold outhere" you giggled at his scowl.

"We should go inside, so you can't make up any more excuses like this and i can finally get the kisses i want" Steve teased you.

"What makes you think, you'll get any kisses at all?"

"I think i deserve the kisses after tonight" he definitely did.

"I guess, i can give you a kiss or two" you giggled and dragged the two of you to his house.

You kept your promise, you happily gave Steve the kisses he so desperately wanted.

...

Hey guys, thank you for reading. Posting this for like 7th time, 'cause Tumblr tags hate me. Anyways, let me know what you think. Feedback is always appreciated. Also if anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

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askundeadbluelesbians · 3 months

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Wide Right

CW: Mentions of death and grief, based off of real experiences

… Polly had decided she no longer liked funerals. She only vaguely remembered attending one in life: that of her grandfather, Vanya Geist, roughly around 2006. Of course, all of her other grandparents had passed on, but Polly’s grandfather’s funeral stuck in her mind for multiple reasons: mainly because he was the only one to pass not only when she herself was still alive, but was also old enough to remember it.

The second, and more prevalent reason, was because that was when her father’s drinking problem took a turn for the worst. Polly took to drinking herself not long after that, while still following her rule of thumb. In a way, she and her father bonded over drinking. Sure, she remembered fuck-all about her first drink, but he was there the entire time for it.

And now she won’t be able to share a drink with him ever again. His… well, second funeral was only a fortnight ago. He and her mother had moved on while Polly was on her road trip to California. Being so far away from family… hardly even knowing that her parents were close to moving on… learning second-hand of it happening.

Not only would she never be able to share a drink with him ever again, she’d never be able to play chess with her mom again, never engage in girl talk with her mother again… Never see them, happy together, ever again.

She could only imagine how it felt for Spencer, who was there in their final moments of moving on. How was he feeling? How long did he have to sit with this knowledge before deciding to call her? How did he feel when it turned out that they willed the house to him, so he didn’t have to worry about looking for an apartment? … How did he feel about now having no one to share this home with?

She spent almost the entirety of Sitting Shiva with him, so he didn’t have to deal with this grief alone anymore. Neither of them shared a word with each other in that time; they just knew how the other was feeling without needing to say it. Finally, after a whole week of mourning, Polly felt that she was ready to leave, making sure her brother was okay to be left alone in the house again.

So here she was, on her walk home, the December snow having coated the world in white while she was in black. The mourning period may officially be over… but she still felt empty. The sound of laughter as kids played in the snow did nothing to lift her spirits.

… Oh wait. That was no child. That was Scott.

“WHOO! Throw it again! Farther!”

“Alright, alright, Babe…!”

Polly recognized those two voices from anywhere: her best friend, Scott, was playing fetch with his boyfriend, Brian. They were enjoying themselves… and it made Polly wish she could feel the same way. She didn’t even need to say anything before both of them noticed her.

“Oh! Hi, Polly!” Scott greeted, scooping her up in a hug, wagging his tail. “I haven’t seen you all week, not since the end of the road trip!”

“Yeah… I’ve just been sitting at home…” Polly answered, not feeling the energy to hug her bestie back.

“H-Hey, Scott,” Brian called out. “Isn’t it time to meet with your subjects?”

“Ooh! Yes! I forgot! Thanks, bro!” Scott answered, kissing Brian before dashing off, leaving him and Polly alone.

“Is it really time for Scott to meet with his fanbase?” Polly asked.

“No. I just wanted us to have a talk,” Brian answered, sitting on a bench, with her sitting next to him. “Scott… doesn’t take talking about death well.”

“Funny, since he’s dating a zombie,” Polly halfheartedly chuckled. “I’m guessing that’s why neither of you attended the service?”

“Yeah. But, honestly, if Scott was there, he probably would’ve cried the entire time, because, well, you’re his best friend.”

“Yeah… dude doesn’t deserve to cry,” Polly agreed, wiping any tears that she felt coming. “Besides, he saw my mom as a mom too… Probably would’ve asked to Sit Shiva with me… and then run off when he’s told that includes no football for a week.” Brian gave a light chuckle in response.

“So… do you know when they’ve moved on?” Brian asked.

“Spencer said almost a week before we made it to Veranotone.”

“So… you were told second-hand.”

“Yeah…”

“… So was I.”

… Hold the phone. This is the first Polly was hearing of this: Brian actually ended up going through what she did?

“Who?”

“My grandfather. My mom’s dad,” Brian answered. “I was about… sixteen, I think, when it happened. It was a December day, like this one, back in 1989, right before Christmas vacation. I already knew beforehand that my granddad was sick. He was getting up there and the eighties were not kind for him. But one of the things you can credit him for? My love of football.”

“Oh?” Polly asked, looking up at Brian.

“It was one of the first things he fell in love with when he and Grandma immigrated here in the fifties. And he passed that love to my father, and to me,” Brian continued to narrate. “He’d take me to every game he could up until 1987. And that’s roughly about when I started to actually play football. In fact, I have an old jersey in my closet. Does not fit me anymore.”

“Your granddad got it for ya?”

“Yeah. He did. Number 56… ‘56 also happened to be the year my grandparents immigrated. So it was considered his own personal lucky number. And I picked that number when I started playing. We had actually finished my first season as a player when… it happened.

“My grandma, dad’s mom, was going to be the one to pick me up from school that day. Again, I knew my granddad was sick. So imagine my surprise when I saw my own mom pick me up instead. I… I thought granddad was feeling better.” Tears were starting to appear on his face as he continued. “He… he wasn’t.”

“Oh… Brian, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault… Just, it’s hard not being there to say goodbye yourself,” Brian concluded, to which Polly nodded in agreement. “Christmas was only a few days after the funeral, and it was probably the worst one of my either of my lives. The next year, 1990, would probably be the hardest of my life. I let my grades slip, almost to the point where it cost me my spot on the team. Days, weeks, months began to blur. Then September came… and Sundays started making sense again.”

“Hmm?”

“I very much latched onto my granddad’s favorite team. It was my way of grieving. They were good, but never really went far as they did this season. They made it to the playoffs, thirteen-and-three record, and every game they won after that felt like he was there with me.” A smile slowly began to appear on Brian’s face. “I woulda gone to Tampa myself to watch the game in person, but no way was some seventeen-year-old getting from Jersey to Florida, let alone get a ticket for the biggest game of the year!” Brian chuckled at his story, and Polly began chuckling as well. “So, like every other day that season, I was parked in front of the TV. But that day, I wasn’t alone.”

“Wow… that’s… umm…” Polly began, trying to put the words together, confusion forming on her face.

“I know it’s long-winded, but there’s a point to this story,” Brian chuckled. “Grief… it’s different for everyone. I could only imagine how my parents handled my own death just five years later… But, I swear until the day I die a second time, I felt him every time I watched football, every time I played. And I swear he moved that ball Wide Right.” Brian wiped his tears on his sleeve. “Grief doesn’t leave you. It morphs into the love you have for them, into the things you did together, into the things you continue to do without them there.”

Polly’s gaze went downward, staring at her gloved hands. What Brian said did make sense. He must’ve felt so vulnerable bringing this up with her. He… he trusted her. He trusted her enough to show her that he knew what she was going through.

“Fuck, Bri.”

“Is… is that your way of—?”

“Thank you.”

“… Well that answers that question,” Brian laughed, patting her on the back. “I’ll leave ya to your walk, then. Just think about what I said, ‘kay?”

“Will do,” Polly answered, giggling as she got back up and continued walking. She still felt down, sure, but not as down as she was earlier… Maybe she’ll go play chess and drink wine with Vera later. She thinks—no, she knows—it’s what her parents would’ve wanted.

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rose-pearls · 2 years

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Arrow - Part 5

Summary: the time has come to say goodbye to your father, even if you don't feel ready.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 - Part 6, Part 7

The ride to our family home was quiet, both of us in our thoughts. Not realising what was going to happen at home.

I park the car but we both stay in the car looking at the house, willing to turn back time to when we were children running around the house playing till we were to exhausted. The barbecues we used to do with our dad teaching us how to get the meat perfectly cooked while playing with us.

The shuddering breath that leaves my lips seems to wake up my sister who looks straight ahead and opens the door of the car to go in. I take another breath and close my eyes trying to prepare myself, after that I exit the car towards the house.

There is a tense atmosphere in the house, my mother is hugging my sister tightly and brings me in a hug with them when she sees me.

“How long?”, I can barely ask the question, but I need to know.

“One hour, two maximum.”, I tighten my hold over my sister and after a couple of minutes we leave the embrace to go upstairs.

The door to their room is open and I know he is in there probably lying down, my sister seems to not be able to move at the sight of the door, but I continue, looking inside and seeing him there. He had always been a strong man, he was Iceman, and seeing him in such a state was devastating. He seemed frail due to the treatments but still his bright grin that stayed through all the heartache was still there.

“Hi dad.”, my voice cracks a bit, and he has a tender smile on his face.

“My sweet girl, I’m so glad you’re here.”, I sit down next to him taking his hand in mine.

“How are you doing?”, he rolls his eyes at the question, and I can’t help but let out a chuckle, he will always stay the same.

“I’m doing good, just finding it hard.”, I know what he means, he’s finding it hard to leave us here while he goes somewhere where he can’t protect us.

“We’re going to be okay dad, you made us strong independent women.”

“That I did.”, there is a proud gleam in his eyes, and I squeeze his hand.

“I wish we had more time together.”, a tear slips out of my eye at my words and for the first time in his life my father doesn’t seem to have an answer to that. He just opens his arms and I climb next to him feeling his familiar arms around me.

“I will always be there, and I enjoyed every minute I had with all of you. I would never exchange it for anything in the world.”, I hold him tighter, and he kisses my forehead just like he did when I was a kid.

“Do you want me to call Maverick?”, he seems surprised by my offer and shakes his head.

“I have my two daughters around me that is enough.”, he seems to hesitate and after a second or two he adds. “We already said goodbye to each other the last time he was here.”

“Does he know it was goodbye?”, he just squeezes me tighter, and I know Maverick doesn’t know.

My sister enters the room tears running down her cheeks and dad opens his other arm to make her come lie down next to him.

“My two beautiful girls.”, we both hold on to him tighter and he starts asking us about training, so Fire explains him all of the dogfighting football we did, and it makes him laugh like I haven’t heard in a long time.

We spent the next hour reminiscing about our childhood and his stories in the Navy, which makes him smile.

At one point I don’t hear him retort to a story my sister is telling and I know, he is not here anymore.

My sister takes a moment to realise but when she sees me crying, she realizes and lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

“Dad! Dad, common wake up. Please, I need you.”, I leave my dad’s side to take my sister who seems to be having a panic attack in my arms and for the first time in a long time she lets me take her and calm her down. I put her head on my heart and she slowly calms down, but the crying doesn’t cease just like me as I watch my dad who died with a peaceful smile on his face.

Mom comes by a few minutes later with the doctor who announces his time of death and I hold on to my sister even tighter hoping to make her forget the sight of dad like that.

“Hey, hey listen to me.”, she moves a bit and I know she is listening to me.

“You remember when we wanted to go to Disneyland, and we pleaded every single day for like weeks or even months and at one point mom and dad cracked. Do you remember what dad said.”, she nods slowly while holding me tighter.

“You really are your dad’s girls.”, I nod slowly with tears falling down my cheeks like rainfall.

“Remember that. Remember dad when he wasn’t sick, remember his words. He was so proud of you every single day of your life when you did that turkey hand with paint and when you joined the Navy. It doesn’t matter what you do, he will always love you so much.”, she lets out sobs at my words and nods slowly.

“You are the fire to his ice little sis, you always managed to melt him.”, she lets out a teary laugh and I see our mother looking at us with tears in her eyes.

“Let’s go into the living room, see the photo albums.”, she tries to argue but doctors arrive to get dad to the funerary and she nods.

Before I leave the room, I look back and catch once again a glimpse of our dad looking peaceful and I know he died happy.

The house has been a wreck for the last two hours, Fire fell asleep from exhaustion, but I can’t close my eyes, tomorrow they are coming to take his military documents and I can’t help but feel sick at the speed of it.

His desk is littered with pictures, one of them is of Maverick and him where they are both grinning like maniacs, and I can’t help the small smile that appears.

“Your dad was ruthless at Top Gun.”, I turn around to see Maverick who looks like he’s barely holding it together.

“He said that you managed to mellow him with time.”, this seems to make a smile appear on Maverick’s face, but the tears shine in his eyes as he looks at the picture.

I cross the room and take him in my arms feeling him fall apart in my arms.

“He was a good man, he shouldn’t have gone this soon.”, I nod weakly in his shoulder, and we hold each other tightly.

“He really loved you, you know.”, I hear Maverick chuckle before taking me at arm length.

“I loved him too, still do.”, I nod sadly at his words and squeeze his arm.

Maverick looks around the room before looking straight at me for a few minutes.

“You are just like him you know?”, I’m surprised to hear that and Maverick chuckles emotionally.

“You have all of his qualities, always finding a way to make people feel comfortable, being there for people you care about.”, I can’t help the tears that fall down my cheeks and Maverick looks at me defeated.

“They asked me to participate in his service.”, I nod slowly, I already knew that.

“Dad wanted you there, said that that way he would be able to have you close to him even at something like this.”, Maverick nods but tears are falling down his cheeks.

“He always had a picture of you and him in his wallet, said it was to have his wingman close to him, but it was to have you close to him Pete.”, he is rubbing his eyes like he’s willing the tears to stop but somehow, they don’t.

“I also have a picture of us in my wallet.”, he chuckles weakly, and I sigh softly.

“I know it’s not ideal, to have to slam his wings into the coffin, literally, but you are the only person he would trust with this.”, Maverick looks determined before looking at me and smiling softly.

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself, you get that from your dad, forgetting you also need comfort.”, I don’t have time to respond as he leaves the room squeezing my shoulder.

The service was beautiful, for Maverick it seemed like it was pure torture to be looking at my dad’s picture, but he saluted as the plane flew above us and it was really time to say goodbye. Fire was with our mom, talking to the guests but I’m still looking down at where his casquet is trying to ignore the cold air.

After a moment I feel a warm jacket around my shoulder, and I recognize Rooster’s cologne.

“If you need to talk, I’m always available.”, I nod slowly but can’t look back up at him.

“I’ll be okay but thank you.”, Rooster let’s out a sigh before taking my shoulders.

“You aren’t and you probably won’t be for some time. But you have me – us – at your side. Let us in and help you. You don’t need to be there for everyone and not think of yourself.”

“My mother and my sister need me.”, he nods at my words, but I feel like he is going to add something.

“They do but you will only be able to be there for them completely if you are alright yourself and keeping everything bottled up isn’t helping. Trust me I know.”, I feel frustrated at his words.

“What do you want me to do Rooster? Tell you that I’m sad, that I’m angry at the world for taking him away from us?”, I don’t even realize I’m crying and shaking until Rooster takes me into his arms and whispers comforting words.

“He was the best dad, the best Admiral, the best person in this world why did he have to go so soon? He will never see my kids, or my sister marry someone.”, Rooster holds me tighter while I sob in his chest.

“How do I get all of that anger out of my system.”, I say that last bit defeated in his chest, and he sighs.

“There will be days when it’s easier and other days will be much harder. But you have your family at your side, you have the squad and me. We are a team remember, partners.”, I nod with a smile forming slowly.

“I already miss him so much.”, Rooster nods at my words and I feel him rub my back comfortingly.

“He will always be there with you, in your memories and in your heart.”

“Look at you, being all cheesy.”, Rooster chuckles and looks down at me.

“It is true, and you will learn to live with the new void in your chest and someday someone will come in your life and slowly fill that void.”, I look into his eyes, and I have a feeling that the is telling me something but then I hear my mother call my name and I let go of Rooster.

“Let’s go back, they probably want me with them.”, Rooster still looks worried but nods slowly walking next to me.

The sun shines brighter as we step towards my family, and I know my dad is here with us.

#rooster fanfiction #rooster x you #top gun x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster fanfic #rooster x y/n

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Slave To Emotions *Part 3*

Klaus Mikaelson!Father X Son!Reader

Word Count: 1061

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hey can you do a part 3 to Slave to Emotions where Hayley and Elijah get Katherine to work with them to get Y/N back and Hayley ends up getting a vision from the twin let's say her name was Viktoria ands she has a message for Klaus " Love Sirius he is good brother he will protect hope you just got to let him in and tell him the truth you have always loved him you just didn't know you could be a dad. " grandma Esther is bringing me back to life so I will be able to help protect Hope hug my mom and Auntie Beks for me please and thank you Hayley."

*Part 2*

Sirius then has a conversation with Kol about stuff and Sirius pulls out a bracelet that Viktoria gave him it has a protection spell on that they created that Bonnie could never break.

Mikael pulls Sirius aside and then reveals a secret that he helped Katherine deliver Sirius and Viktoria and help her escape and he also told Niklaus about the existence

Klaus gets the message and then storms off to his painting room and looks at his paintings of babies and screams

Katherine wasn’t expecting visitors in fact since her daughter had died she hadn’t seen anyone, she still got messages from you to let her know that you were okay but nothing past that. That was why when she looked at Elijah and Hayley standing outside of her house she was more than a little confused. “What are you doing here? Better yet, how did you find me?” She asked. “There was a witch willing to help us.” Elijah answered “can we come in?” “Depends what you're here for.” Katherine answered, Hayley was the next to speak sharing the same mothering instinct that she did she knew what Katherine was feeling and thinking. “We just want to help your son, you're probably the only person that he’ll listen to.” Hayley explained and Katherine narrowed her eyes at her before opening the door a little wider and allowing them in. “What happened to (Y/N)?” She asked, closing the door. “He announced his presence to Klaus, you know what he is like and your son seems to be just like him.” Elijah explained “if we don’t deescalate the situation we both know that your son will pay with his life.” “So what do you need me for?” She asked. “Like I said, you are likely the only person that he will listen to.” Hayley explained. “Why do you want to help him?” Katherine asked. “He’s my nephew, Klaus may not take responsibility for his family but I will not let them suffer.” Elijah explained. “And you?” Kathrine asked, turning to Hayley. “My daughter deserves to know her brother as he was not the way that Klaus has made him.” Hayley answered. “Your daughter?” Katherine asked. “He has another sister? Does he know?” “He knows.” Hayley answered “he warned us that she was in danger, that’s why we think that we might be able to save him before he dies, something that he’ll regret.” “Fine I’ll help you but only to help him.” Katherine agreed.

Later that evening Hayley was laying down to go to sleep, she fell asleep quite easily but the voice that she heard in her head she didn’t recognise “Hayley.” It called. “Hello?” She asked as she opened her eyes sitting up, she wasn’t in the guest bedroom that Katherine had given her, instead she was standing in what looked like someone’s old childhood room one side looking like it belonged to girl while the other looked like it belonged to a boy, before she could move from where she was two children run in, the little boy keeping the little girl close behind him. “He’s always been good at protecting those he loved, that’s why he’s so angry that I was killed.” Hayley turned away from the children and towards the voice, there was a girl that looked like a grown up version of the one that had run past her, she realized that must have been you and your little sister. “(Y/S/N)?” Hayley asked. “I need you to pass a message to my father.” She pleaded. “I will try.” Hayley promised. “Love (Y/N) he is a good brother he will protect Hope the same way that he protected me. You just need to let him in and tell him the truth. I know you have always loved him, you just didn't know you could be a dad.” (Y/S/N) explained. “Grandma Esther is bringing me back to help protect Hope but until I’m able to make it back to you all please give my mum and aunty Bekah a hug please.” “Of course.” Hayley answered as she smiled “don’t worry I’ll help you brother and we’ll get the family back together and you can both meet your sister properly.” “Thank you.” (Y/S/N) smiled as Hayley felt herself waking up.

You had been there when Kol was brought back and he noticed that you were different then the last time that he had seen you and he wasn’t surprised after having seen your sister in the afterlife and finding out that your father had another child that clearly loved more than he loved you. “What are you doing out here?” Kol asked. “Trying to figure out what the best approach is.” You explained and he frowned. “What are you talking about?” Kol asked. “Well this will keep me safe but the rest of you are still at her mercy.” You explained as you pulled out a bracelet. “(Y/S/N) made this,it has a protection spell on it that no one has been able to break, not even that meddling witch Bonnie.” “(Y/N)!” Mikael called you over to him and you frowned before standing up and dusting yourself off. “Be careful with him.” Kol warned and you nodded before walking over. “There is something that I need to tell you before we fight your father, he will use it to try and weaken our forces.” Mikeal explained. “I was the one that delivered you and told Klaus of your existence.” “Is that supposed to change something?” You asked. “You are stronger than he ever was and once he’s dead the world will be better off.” Mikael said as he walked away from you.

It took the better half of the day to travel back to New Orleans, Katherine had decided to stay at a hotel instead of with the rest of the family so Hayley had passed on the message that (Y/S/N) had given her along with the hug but now as they stood outside the compound, she started to get nervous. “You’ll be okay, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Elijah promised. They both walked back into the compound where Klaus was waiting for them. “How did your plan go?” He asked. “Well did your plan go the way that you hoped?” He asked, Hayley nodded. “She came to help, she’s staying at a hotel,” Hayley answered. “There is a message.” Hayley relayed the message but didn’t get an answer from Klaus instead he turned and stormed out of the room closing himself away in his studio everyone could hear his scream as he looked at one of his older paintings of two babies ones that had always thought of as you and your sister, one that reminded him of the failure that he continued to be.

*Part 4*

Requests and general question!

#the vampire diaries one shot #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #the originals #the originals one shots #the originals imagines #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #male reader

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existingonthisplane · 2 years

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This is a scrapped version of Will’s disappearance in my modern fantasy/DND AU that I’m writing. It’s a rough draft so it’s, well,rough but I liked the concept enough to share c:

Some things from this are sticking so if you see it again that’s why haha:

“Where is he?”

There’s a quiet settled over the house. Jonathan has been afraid of many many things. He’s always been an anxious person too but the deep seeded, unbearable feeling he has right now has never been stronger.

In front of him are his Mom and dad. They’re about to argue again, the signs were clear, he picked up on the possibility the moment his father came home. No Will in sight. For once though, his dad had been the one to flinch at the words the other said. His Mom, glaring harshly across the table, face upturned and beginning to blotch red from burning anger.

It’s rare that he’s ever seen her like this. She’s been angry at his dad before but never has he seen the force of this. His first instinct was to try and deescalate the fight, to take Will to his room so that he would be far from the fighting. He’d go back out and see if he could help until his mother sent him away.

He and Will would spend the rest of the night blasting music to drown out the noise. Will would eventually fall asleep even if he wanted to stay awake and then Jonathan would find himself next to his mother. Doing his best to comfort and consol. She’d always be more… grief ridden and anxious than sad he would think. He’d do his best to make he’d laugh just a little and would tell her stories about the silly things he’d seen while helping out around the market in town. It was the same thing he would do with Will, whenever the music of his drawing wouldn’t help. He liked to think it was because Will and his mom were alike that it worked for her too.

All the things he'd usually do flew out of the window though. The moment Will hadn’t come home for dinner. The moment his little brother curfew had come and gone. Not even he could stay out this late and he was 12. Lonnie is still sitting with his mouth sealed at his end of the table.

Jonathan runs through the day in his head. Maybe he can figure out what happened.

His dad had left with Will on the pretense of teaching him how to shoot a gun. His Mom arguing heavily against it.

“He’s too young for that! He’s only seven, he doesn’t need to know how to use a gun!”

“He’s learning.” He said. Tone final. Will was trying very hard not to cry. Hugging him and their mom one more time before his dad yanked him away and out of the door. And that was the last time he’d seen his brother. His dad came back, not even an hour later, Will’s absence present. Lonnie had looked haunted. Face devoid of color and eyes distant. It made something weird settle into his stomach at the sight. Him and his mother shared a look when they noticed.

When they asked where Will was, Lonnie had only said “playing” before shutting himself away till dinner time. Joyce had already sent him out earlier in the day in hopes of finding Will and checking on him. Neither of them thought he’d be happy after learning to use a gun, but Jonathan had checked every spot he’d known Will to go to. Even asked the townsfolk if they’d seen him running around. He’d shown up at the Henderson’s and asked them if Will had been by. Receiving a no and a suggested place from Dustin. Somewhere he’d already looked.

By the time he’d gotten back home, it was time for dinner and his mom was nothing but anxiety and anger all mixed into one. He couldn’t even blame her. Not when he was feeling the same. Will has always been good at hiding, but this doesn’t make any sense. Where is his little brother. He felt like crying, it doesn’t make sense. None of this does.

“Lonnie! Where is my son!”

His mom is shouting now. She’s lost any patience she could have had. He looks at his father. Willing with his whole body that Lonnie knew and was just being cruel. That be just had Will hidden away. That he’d bring him through the door and his mom and dad would fight and it’d be horrible but at least Will would be okay. At least he’d have his brother.

“Where is he, dad?” The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them.

Lonnie’s eyes finally leave the table, look over at him. He feels himself tense at the attention. He couldn’t read the expression that his father wore. Something tense and fearful. He’d never seen him afraid before.

Lonnie looked back down quickly. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly before opening them again. He shook his head.

“No?” Joyce questioned. Incredulous. “What do you mean no? Where is he? You don’t know where he is?”

“I don’t know.”

Jonathan felt the oxygen leave the room. Something cold unfurling and over taking where the air once was.

“What?” All the fire had left his mom. He face going pale. She’d looked like his dad had when he walked in.

“You don’t know?” Her voice had started to waver.

Lonnie shook his head no again and something seemed to have snap within his mother. She makes her way out of her seat and nearly knocks Lonnie out of his chair with the force she grabs his shirt with. She shakes as she looks him in his eye.

“You have to know! You were the last with him?” His mom is still yelling, more fearful than anything. Lonnie looks scared himself but Jonathan doesn’t think it’s because of his mother.

“I don't! I don’t okay!” Lonnie wrangles himself out of his mom’s grasp. Seemingly fed up with how he was being shaken around. His mom takes a step back quickly, a familiar fear crossing her features before she refocuses on her question. Jonathan watches as she tries to ask another question before Lonnie interrupts her.

“We went shooting, Like I said, and we were just at the forest surrounding the kingdom. It was just the outskirts. The safe zone.”

Lonnie looks away for a second, trills his fingers at his sides before looking back up. Jonathan knows he’s about to lie.

“Kid went in by himself-“

“You didn’t stop him!”

Lonnie ignores the interruption and his mom grows visibly angry again. “He was quiet in there for a while. I didn’t even hear the gun go off but he came out eventually …”

Lonnie let’s himself trail off. His face takes on that look he’d seen when his dad had first came home.

“Lonnie.”

“Something followed him out of the forest. We’d both heard it coming and we both ran. I made it back to the gates, thought the kid did too, but when I looked around both he and whatever followed weren’t anywhere around as far as I could see.”

“And you just, you just left?”

Lonnie snaps his eyes up to her. Anger making itself known. “You expecting me to just go marching back into those damn woods?!”

“Yes! He’s your son! You should’ve checked!”

“That’s your son! That wimp of a child is no son of mine. He’s probably long dead now after whatever that thing was got him! There’s no point in crying over spilt milk, Joyce. You should be more worried about whatever the hell is stalking those woods!”

Jonathan thinks he’s going to throw up. Will isn't dead. He can’t be. He’s not, his dad is a lair. Jonathan had spotted it. His dad was lying to them. He’s just being cruel! Will isn't dead!

He feels like his head is spinning. Why is his father like this? Why couldn’t he just have a good dad? His mother still hasn’t said anything.

“That- that’s not funny dad. Can you just bring Will home, please?” Jonathan asks. He uses his politest voice in hopes Lonnie would listen better.

“You think I’m joking? Your brothers dead idiot! I couldn’t bring him back if I wanted to.” Lonnie says. Way too nonchalant like he was talking about weather and not his brothers life.

Jonathan sees red and he’s out of his chair before he even realizes. He doesn’t know what he’s about to do and he won’t find out because his mother is pulling him back. The tug gentle but her grip is strong.

Jonathan sobers, looking up at her. There are tears hidden behind her lashes and the fear is written on every feature of her face but it is with full power, determination evident, when she says:

“Get out.” Her voice doesn’t even waver. Jonathan stands his ground next to her, imitating the energy his mom has set out. Lonnie seems to snap out of whatever sick delusion he had from speaking bad about Will at the statement.

“You can’t kick me out! I-“

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

Jonathan flinches at the sheer volume but remains standing. The lights in the house start to flicker and he knows how angry she must be for what little magic she has to be affecting things.

Lonnie seems taken aback by the force of the sound. Still he doesn’t argue as he packs what few things he can and leaves.

The door slams shut and the house rattles took a quiet. His mom breaks down beside him and he does his best to wrap his short arms around her. He’s crying too, he’s scared too, but his mom needs him. Will needs him, wherever he is.

“He’s lying, Mama. Will is probably just hiding. We’ll find him.” He tries but he knows his voice is shaky. His mom doesn’t stop sobbing but she does wrap him in a hug.

They cry together for a long long time and when they finally finish they both silently get to work, planning ways to find Will. Jonathan making a makeshift missing kid flier and his mom working on planning a search party. She’s already called the kingdom's police unit, a friend of hers saying he’ll help personally. Jonathan think’s he’s the chief of security in the kingdom. With him there maybe they’ll even find Will by the end of the night.

A week passes of searching, the kingdoms prince even comes out at some point, although he’s taken away just as quickly, a heavy scolding following him as he goes. It’s the seventh day of Will being gone and Jonathan is starting to think maybe his dad wasn’t lying about Will being dead. They should have found him by now. Hawkins isn't that big. The only other place he could be is the forests. His brother is strong but Jonathan knows that he wouldn’t be able to survive out there. Not with all of the enchanted creatures that live there.

His mom has gone crazy as the days go on, claiming she can hear him. That he’d tried to talk to her. That he’d told her to run and that was the last she’d heard but she knows that he’s alive. That he’s out there.

Jonathan thinks the heartbreak has broken her. He’ll make sure she’s okay though. He failed Will but he won’t fail his mom. He plans to tell her they should start planning a funeral, that he’s already done the research into it, that Will wouldn’t want them to go on like this, that he’d want her to get better. Jonathan knows he would. His brother probably suffered, he wouldn’t want his family to suffer more after that.

He closes his eyes tight. He’s cried so much this past week, he’s not sure if he’ll ever stop. He should’ve stopped Lonnie before they left. He hadn’t even said anything. Why’d he have to stay silent, why couldn’t he just stop being a damn wimp and actually do something for once!

He breaks down, and he allows it because all of this hurts. He falls asleep crying and wakes up a few hours later when he hears his mother enter him and Will’s shared room. They’d both taken to sleeping in here. His mom crawls into Will’s bed and Jonathan makes his way there too. It’s the only way they’re really able to rest now, curled together, surrounded by the few things of Will that they have left.

They wake up the next morning. Grief still heavy on their hearts. Jonathan looks around the room, looking for comfort in the familiar pictures and drawings. But the walls look like they’ve been scrubbed clean. There are still photos and drawings but it’s only of him and his mom. Where did all of W-

A sharp pain shocks itself through his body. It’s enough to make him gasp, the air leaving him. An ache settles in his head and he plans to lie there till the pain subsides but he hears a crash outside of the room and his mom cry out.

Ignoring the pain, he makes his way to where he heard the noise, taking note of the house being in more disersy than it has been the whole week. Boxes and papers thrown half hazzardly everywhere, a distinct missing spot on the wall where their family portrait used to hang.

When he gets to his mom, she’s searching through a box of things. They look old, from when he was like 6 he thinks. She’s in hysterics like he’s never seen. He hears her mumbling “where is it? Where are they?” As he watches her. Takes in her appearance. His heart breaks a little more.

Head still swimming with pain he calls out to him mom.

“Mama? What’s going on?”

Joyce snaps her head up, the motion unnatural. Jonathan steps back, only a little. Worried for a bit that something had gotten into the house and disguised itself as his mother.

“There’s nothing.” Her voice sounds hollow, like any joy was gone.

“W-what?”

“I can’t find anything!” Jonathan looks around the room. Not sure what she’s looking for.

“What are you …”

“There’s no pictures, no drawings, no documents, school papers, hospital notes! There’s nothing” her voice cracks, wave after wave of grief hitting as she speaks.

“I can’t even remember his-his name, I’m his mother and I can’t-“ she crumples, curling in on herself and Jonathan rushes to her. Unfreezing himself.

“I can’t even remember my own son’s face!” His mother finishes, choking back sobs into her hands. Jonathan is wrapped awkwardly around her, still not able to fully encircle his mom in a hug.

It occurs to him then that he can’t either. Any time he tries to that sharp pain comes back twofold. He wonders if his mom is having that effect too. He’ll have to ask her later when she’s a little more calm. When this isn’t so raw.

It’s only a little later when he realizes this isn’t just a Byers thing. That the whole kingdom and anyone that’d ever interacted with his brother woke up to the same thing. He ran across Dustin and his mother. Dustin looking worse for wear, his eyes were puffy and he looked faint.

When he saw Jonathan he ran up to him and grabbed his arms.

“I- I can’t- please, please tell me you do. That you remember. What was his name? Please just tell me I’m just a really bad best friend or- or that I’m just tired. I can’t remember him!”

It was the most grown up he’d ever seen a 7 year old look and it worsened as he shook his head ‘no’. Dustin’s eyes began to water, a full on sob making its way though him as he launches himself into Jonathan.

Jonathan wraps his arms around him and cries too for a while before Ms. Henderson takes Dustin away, all snot nosed and red rimed eyes.

The whole day went like that and he found himself having to go home early from how draining it was. His mom hadn’t been working and he’d taken to doing more errands for the people in town to make extra money just in case. He was too young to get a job, no matter how much he asked, so this was the best he could do.

He got home, the house looking much the same from when he’d left. His mom was sitting in the same spot he’d left her although he can tell she moved as the stuff she’d been using to try and talk to his brother had shuffled around.

She hadn’t heard him come in.

“Mom did you eat?”

“No sweetheart, I didn’t have the time.”

Jonathan sighs, making his way to their kitchen and pulling out some stuff to make a quick meal.

“You should go shower, mama.”

“Are you saying I stink, son?” It was the first joke he’d heard from her in a while and it made him smile just a little.

“No, but I do think it’ll help you feel a little better. I’m going to make something really fast and then we could eat together?”

His mom is quiet for a little while, observing him. He looks away, finishing setting everything out. A minute passes and his mom pulls him into a hug, having go up from where she was sitting.

“You’re a good kid, you know?” She whispers into his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. She raises his head and has him look her in the eye.

“And I love you sweetheart. Don’t think you have to do this all by yourself okay? This situation we’re in,” she takes a breath, looking away and regathering herself, “ it’s a hard one but we’ll make it. Okay?”

Jonathan takes a shuddering breath, nodding his head after a moment.

“I love you too mom.”

They hug one more time and it’s comforting. Things still hurt but he’ll always feel safe here.

Eventually he turns away, going back to his task. His mom shuffles off in the direction of the dining table.

“You do kinda stink though, mom.”

“Hey!”

#byler fanfic #byler #will byers #jonathan byers #joyce byers #the byers family #lonnie byers #modern fantasy au #stranger things dnd #will byers angst #the Byers family is half elven which is why Joyce has some magic #Lonnie is the only full human #the boys are half #they aren’t supposed to be strong magic wielders

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raspberryconverse · 1 year

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IDK why, but for some reason I decided to read my old Blogger blog and just read the tagged posts about the boy I dated when I was 21.

Oof.

I do see why that one person was team [him], even when I started blogging again on LiveJournal 2 years ago. He'll always be the one who got away.

Don't get me wrong, I am so fucking happy with my spouse. I honestly don't know if he hadn't left for grad school that we would have fared better. I just got to the point where we actually broke up (even though we were trying to make it work long distance) basically because his family didn't like me. I mean, they didn't dislike me, but they most certainly didn't want their son to marry me. And considering parents usually love me (my in-laws do, for sure), it was such a blow.

He actually described it as we were a good dating couple, but not a good courting couple. We're obviously not talking fundie-level courtship, but southern religious vibes for sure. His dad was a Methodist pastor (I used to say he was a WASM - white Anglo-Saxon Methodist as opposed to a WASP, though I guess Methodism is technically Protestant, but hell if this atheist knows how any of that shit works) and they were from the Atlanta suburbs, so it was a very different world from my Midwestern divorced agnostic upbringing. I mean, his sister wrote him a multi page letter expressing her disdain for us taking a nap together when I visited him at his parents' house whereas my mom let us take her bed when we visited my family one weekend. We came from very different worlds, that's for sure.

I actually forgot what kick started our relationship. We had met a month or 2 prior while volunteering at The Neo-Futurists. Oddly enough, I kinda got to know him one night after some event when he, my college best friend, my soon-to-be ex and I ended up at a table together (I've been trying to find the context, but I honestly don't remember other than it was something Neo-Futurist related) Then, a fellow volunteer called me because his car broke down and he couldn't make his volunteer shift and asked if I'd be willing to cover. So we ran into each other again. It was his first time volunteering for Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind and afterwards, I made an offhand comment about being hungry and only having Easy Mac at home, so we went to IHOP.

A few weeks later was my 21st birthday. I had invited him to my birthday gathering, but he had to decline because he had to finish some stuff up at work. Then, he surprised me. After we left the bar, he suggested we get booze at the grocery store and drink at his place instead. My college best friend told me later that she was going to suggest going to another bar so she could basically pull a Stevie and leave so we could have a chance to connect.

Eventually, we need to go home, so he walked us to the el. Before I went though the turnstile, he hugged me goodbye.

And kissed me.

I think this is why I have to watch this part of "Grad Night" every night before I go to bed. It was my birthday and it wasn't supposed to end up this way. He wasn't supposed to be there. But then he was.

It will never not be magical. That moment of, "I'm feeling something here, so I'm just going to go for it."

It has literally been over a decade and a half (yes, I'm still being cryptic about exactly how old I am because this site makes me feel really fucking old sometimes) and I still get butterflies when I think of that night.

One thing that is kind of helpful when I get nostalgic is look at his Facebook and notice he did not age well. Shallow, I know, but aside from being so much heavier than I was then (it's actually pretty disgusting how disordered my eating/weight management was back then, especially when I would complain that I had gotten up to 140lbs and I'm at least 50lbs heavier than that now) and a few gray hairs (and I was dying my hair back then too so that's not really a thing), I look pretty much the same.

(obviously rounder face because I'm significantly heavier, but I don't think I've really aged that much)

And FWIW, I'm definitely happy with how my life turned out.

It's nothing like I thought it'd be, especially reading my old blog, but I don't think I'd have it any other way.

#is this what marriage is?#nostalgia #the one that got away #exes #moving on #college #schitt's creek #schitts creek #ep: grad night #tw weight

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In the Embers ~ 2

Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader

WC: 4.1k

Summary: After returning home from a failed career as an artist in LA, you are reunited with the boy next door who has always owned a piece of your heart, and there's no running from each other this time.

Chapter Note: Reunitedddd and it feeeeels so gooooodddd! Unless you're reader who is very uncomfortable :,)

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of abusive/alcoholic parent/spouse, firefighter Bucky who will always be a warning...

Series Masterlist / Series Playlist

ELEVEN YEARS OLD

You woke to the faint sound of yelling coming from outside.

This wasn’t a new thing. You were used to hearing screams in the middle of the night coming from next door. It was the time that Bucky’s parents usually started going at it.

Having your bed right next to the window looking out to their house gave you a front row seat to those ugly moments. You weren’t sure what made Bucky’s dad so angry, but you figured it had something to do with the way he would come home late at night walking as if he was about to fall over at any moment.

To the rest of town, Bucky’s dad was a good guy, a great guy even. Had worked in construction for so long that he had practically built half the houses in your neighborhood. At parties and gatherings, he would tell jokes and charm the pants off of everyone he met.

But then he’d dig into the glove compartment of his truck for a bottle of whiskey, and the good guy that everyone knew and loved would be gone, an angry, mean man left in his wake.

“I don’t think there’s anything I can do baby,” your mom shamefully admitted one morning when you asked her about it. You knew she heard those late night arguments, the screaming that haunted your dreams once they finally stopped. It was why you and Stevie were never allowed over the Barnes house. Bucky and Winnie were always welcome over, but she didn’t want you anywhere near Mr. Barnes. “When I first heard one of their fights, I tried calling the cops, but Winnie wouldn’t let me. She said that she was fine and she would handle it. I can’t help her if she doesn’t want it.”

“But what about Bucky?” There was no evidence that his dad hurt him in any way. The only marks left on Bucky after one of these nights were the dark circles under his eyes, and the lifeless expression on his face. He’d be silent as you waited at the bus stop before school, and not even Stevie’s jokes could break him free of the protective walls he built around himself.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, eyes darkening. “I promise you this, Y/n. If I ever find out that he’s hurt Bucky, I will do anything and everything in my power to protect him. I love Winnie, but I will go against her wishes and call the police if that boy has even a scratch on him. He’s our family, and we take care of our family, ya hear?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around her, knowing that she meant what she said with all her heart. If Bucky needed to be taken in, Sarah Rogers would do it without thinking twice. Her heart was so big, so full of love and willing to give it freely. It was what made her and your dad decide to adopt a 2-year-old girl when they discovered they could no longer have kids after she gave birth to Steve, and what gave her the strength to be a single parent to two kids when your dad passed away years ago. You knew first hand how much love your mom was capable of giving, beyond anything blood relation could ever give you.

It was the same for Bucky, she loved him deeply. He was family to her. To us.

“Thanks mama.”

She hugged you back, and as always, your mother’s arms took all your anxieties away. “I love you, baby.”

The fighting tonight was bad.

It started off with the normal level of screaming, but after a few moments you knew something was different.

There were banging noises, sounds of things crashing throughout the house.

Then, the bang of a door bursting open. You decided to peek outside then, and found Mr. Barnes stumbling toward his truck, bag in hand. Winnie was standing at the door, arms caged around herself as she sobbed.

The angry, red-faced man pointed a finger at her, and you caught a spray of spit leaving his mouth from the lights outside their house as he screamed various incoherent words at her. Then, he climbed into his car, and tore off into the night, the sounds of tires screeching echoing down the street.

Winnie stayed by the door for a few minutes, collapsed on the ground and sobbing into her hands.

A flicker of movement from one of the windows caught your eye and you looked up to the boy sitting in his room on the second floor, staring down at their mom with a cold, stoic expression.

You spent the next few hours watching Bucky, waiting for him to move from his spot, but he just stayed there. Even as your eyelids grew heavy, and your head gravitated toward your pillow, he remained unmoving.

When you woke up the next morning, he was gone from his spot at the window, but he also wasn’t at the bus stop either as you waited to get picked up for school.

“Must be sick or something,” Stevie said with a shrug, paying it no mind. He knew that Bucky’s dad had anger issues, but his bedroom was at the other side of the house so he heard less of the fighting that occurred. He must have slept through the chaos from last night.

You tried not to worry, thinking that he probably just wanted to stay home and try to sleep, seeing that he hardly got any.

But then at dinner, Winnie knocked on your door with tears in her eyes, voice shaking as she asked if anyone had seen Bucky. She hadn’t since last night.

Mom ushered Winnie inside, guiding her to the kitchen table and had a mug of tea in her hands and a blanket around her shoulder in minutes. She asked Stevie to check the neighborhood to see if he could track down Bucky.

“He’s gone for good,” Winnie explained in between sobs, her hands rubbing over the fingerprint-shaped bruises on her arms. “Even if he tries to come back, I’m not letting him anywhere near us. He took it too far.” She choked out another cry and her face broke. “I should have never let it get this bad. To let him hurt my boy-” Mom wrapped Winnie in a tight embrace, swaying her from side to side as she cooed reassurances into her friend’s ear.

You stepped outside for a moment to allow them to have some privacy, and to be on the lookout for Stevie or Bucky.

A slight, almost imperceptible rustling sound came from Big Oaky. At first you chalked it up to a squirrel or something, but something else - call it a gut feeling - compelled you to walk over.

You stood at the bottom of the tree, staring up at the darkness above.

“Bucky?” you whispered up at him, or possibly a squirrel.

Silence. Still, your gut told you to try again. “Buck?”

More silence. And then, a quiet, sad voice responded, “I’m here.”

“Can I come up?”

You couldn’t see him, but you could picture his shrug perfectly. “Sure.”

You huffed out a breath, staring at Big Oaky nervously. It had been a while since you attempted an ascent up the massive tree, and since then your body had grown heavier. At first you thought nothing of it, but when the skinny, popular girls started snickering at you and making comments as you walked by them in the hallway or in gym class, you grew more self-conscious.

And now you weren’t sure if you could trust your body to carry these new extra parts of you up this tree.

The image of last night flashed through your mind, of Mr. Barnes screaming, Winnie sobbing, and Bucky staring blankly as his life fell apart.

You lifted an arm to grasp onto the nearest branch, and started to climb.

It took a little bit of time, and you felt sweat drip down your forehead at the additional weight you lugged with you. Still, it was infinitely easier than the first time you climbed the tree and earned the title Queen of Big Oaky two years ago.

Bucky was at the top, staring up at the night sky, his figure illuminated by the full moon.

You took a few seconds to catch your breath before speaking. “Are you okay?”

“‘M fine,” he said, his voice thick.

You frowned. “I saw what happened last night.”

His body stilled, then he nodded. “My old man sure is something, huh? I’m glad he’s gone, ya know? Why should my mom and I have to put up with that?” Each sentence came out as a question, as if he were desperate for any type of validation.

“I’m sorry he’s so mean to you and your mom. You don’t deserve that.”

A small sniffle escaped him and he quickly cleared his throat to try to cover it up. “Thanks, Oak.”

“My mom said you’re our family. Winnie too, and we’ll take care of you no matter what.”

He said nothing to that, just kept his eyes locked up at the sky.

“Do you want me to leave? Or maybe we can both climb down? Your mom is really worried about you.”

A hand snaked its way into yours, and you felt heat rising in your cheeks. If any of the girls from school could see the cute, charming Bucky Barnes holding your hand right now, their chins would be on the ground.

That thought left your mind quickly, though. Instead, you focused on how warm and nice his hand felt around yours.

“Can we stay for a little longer? I’m not ready to face what’s waiting for me down there.”

You nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, shifting your gaze to the moon.

“Sure thing, Buck.”

NOW

You woke around 11am, groaning from the feel of drool on your pillow. Pulling your hair back and putting on whatever hoodie you could find, you headed downstairs. Mom had left a few hours ago for work, which meant you had the place to yourself.

It would have been a perfect time to unpack, to do some job searching, apartment hunting, God forbid maybe even try painting.

Orrrrrrrrrr.

You could clean the entire house to thank your mother for allowing you to move back in with her after basically ghosting her and Steve for years.

Yes, that would be a better and more productive way to spend your time.

So with that, you blasted Spotify while cleaning and organizing the kitchen, bathrooms, living room, and any other space you felt needed work. The entire place smelled like lemon and bleach by the time you were done, and you sighed with contentment as you took in the spotless house.

It was an amazing feeling to be standing in such a clean space, especially after escaping the living situations of your old apartment with Brock. He was always so messy, littering your home with beer cans and trash as if expecting you to take care of his clutter. Which, out of some unclear obligation, you always did. But when your mental health began to spiral, there was zero motivation to do anything, let alone clean. You allowed the dirt and trash pile up, surrounding you in a prison of your own making. It sucked, being in a space that made your skin crawl while your brain refused to let you do anything about it. Brock always made sure to comment on how much of a pigsty the place was thanks to you.

Your mother on the other hand was the farthest thing from a slob. She was the one who gave you and Steve multiple lessons on how to properly stack the dishwasher, so the environment you were working with was easy enough. But it felt nice to finally be able to do something about the smudges on the windows, or dust that had accumulated behind the tv. Another example of you finding your way back to yourself after thinking you were completely lost.

All that was left now was to take out the trash. You grabbed the two full bags, using your elbow and hip to shimmy the front door open and tossing them into the bins.

It had been so long since you had been to New England at the start of fall, to witness the leaves changing and the smell of cool air filling your nostrils. It flooded your mind with memories of pumpkin carving, football games, trick-or-treating, so many moments at the place that had been your home your whole life.

Being here now after such a long time away made you realize how much you needed to be home, and how much LA wasn’t that at all for you. It was a prison.

Thinking about your previous ‘home’ was what initially caused your smile to fade. What caused it to shift into a full on frown was the moment you tried to open the front door of the house once the trash was disposed of, because that was when you remembered that the other side of the handle was set to automatically lock from the inside.

You bent down to the doormat to lift it. “Fuck,” you cursed when all you found was the outline of the spare key. You walked to the back of the house to check if that door would open. It, too, was locked.

Thankfully, your phone had been tucked in your back pocket before you embarked on this unsuspectedly treacherous trash journey. You pulled it out, checking the time, cursing once more. Your mom wouldn’t be home for another four hours and you didn’t want to bother her.

There was one person you knew you could bother, seeing as you had been doing it your whole life.

“Hey Stevie,” you started speaking to his voicemail box, pacing in your front yard as you spoke and making your way to the giant oak tree, “It’s me. I, uh, may or may not have locked myself out of the house and can’t find the spare key. Mom’s at work and I don’t want to bug her. Any chance you could help your favorite sister out? Pleeeeease?” You groaned as you hung up your phone, leaning your forehead against Big Oaky.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed.

Stevie: Already causing your brother trouble I see. Dw. I got u.

Also you’re my only sister last I checked so you automatically get favorite.

A long sigh of relief left your body. You responded with an enthusiastic YOU’RE THE BEST THANK YOU before turning so that your back was against the tree, sliding down until you sat on the ground, head leaning back as you stared up at the colorful leaves above. You weren’t sure how long it would take to get here, so might as well make yourself comfortable.

You were so distracted by the beautiful scenery above, studying the different shades of green mixing with the oranges and reds and what paint colors you could use to capture them, that you totally missed the sound of a truck pulling in nearby, and the figure walking up until they were standing right in front of you.

“Hey, Oak.”

You jumped at the voice, head shooting down until your eyes landed on him.

Oh no.

So many years. So many years you had been gone, since you had seen him. Well, it had been one year since the funeral, but before then it had been even longer. You had hoped and prayed that the time away would have made the sight of him less intense.

Unfortunately, it did the opposite, and everything within you ignited.

Bucky Barnes - the boy next door you had known since you were six - stood over you, arms crossed with a small smile on his face. He must have just gotten home from the firehouse, because he was dressed in the navy blue t-shirt/cargo pants uniform with the familiar gold 'PFD' insignia on his chest. You stole a glance at his biceps threatening to tear the seams of the sleeves which was a mistake because it only caused your face to heat up to the brink of sweating.

And of course he had to use the damn nickname. The one he gave you that night when you were nine. The one that made your heart skip a beat whenever he used it. Even now, as a grown woman, hearing it come from his lips made you feel like a lovesick teenager all over again.

You gulped. “Hey, Bucky.” The inner monologue in your brain was cursing at how shaky your voice sounded. You covered your body with your arms, intensely aware of your appearance with the undone hair, sweats, and lack of makeup on your face. There was also a good chance you smelled like a combination of B.O. and surface cleaner…delightful.

He chuckled, the low rumble tying your stomach in a thousand knots. He uncrossed his arms to use one hand to rake his fingers through his short chestnut hair. Then, he reached to the keys on his belt loop, unclipping them and holding a familiar looking silver key in the air.

“Stevie told me you were locked out. I have the spare since I’m so close by.”

You nodded your head slowly. “Makes sense.”

Apparently you were doing a shit job of hiding your discomfort, and Bucky furrowed his brows. “I hope this is okay,” he started, his free hand scratching at the scruff on his neck, “I’m sorry Steve couldn’t be the one to meet you. He was caught up at work and knew that I was on my way home so he figured-”

“No, it’s okay,” you cut him off. “I appreciate it. Really.” You planted your hands on the ground to hoist yourself up.

Before you started pushing yourself to your feet, a hand was extended toward you. You looked at the hand, then at Bucky, before taking it and he pulled you up to stand. Unfortunately, your clumsiness got the better of you and when you stood up your foot got caught on one of the above ground roots of Big Oaky, causing you to stumble into Bucky’s solid chest. His hands moved to your hips to steady you and you let out an involuntary gasp at the touch.

You stared up at him, eyes locking onto one another’s once more, and you couldn’t seem to pull yourself away.

Not that he seemed to have an issue with that. Bucky simply stared back.

It had been so many years since you had seen him, yet your memory of the ocean blue eyes before you had never been compromised. Each shade within his irises had long ago been etched into your brain forever.

Still, seeing the real thing was way better than the dreams of them that haunted you at night.

He reached a hand up over your head, pulling a leaf out of your hair. You groaned, rolling your eyes in embarrassment as he smiled, twirling the leaf by the stem a few times before letting it fall to the ground beside you.

You stepped away, eyes now focusing on the ground where the leaf had fallen. Bucky cleared his throat, looking up at the sky as if suddenly uncomfortable by the close proximity the two of you just shared.

“So,” he muttered, “I guess we should, uh…” He tilted his head toward the house.

You jumped into motion, walking past him and to the front door. “Yes. Let’s.”

He spoke while he followed you, “Heard you’re working at Wilson’s?”

“Yeah, hopefully it’s just a temporary thing. Sarah’s helping me out while I figure some things out.”

"No offense, but do you even know how to bartend?"

You turned toward him, lips pressed in a thin line. "As long as Nat hangs out during all of my shifts, then yes, I can bartend...sort of."

He laughed. "Fair enough. I'll try to stop by sometime soon and show you all my tricks."

Butterflies swarmed your stomach, and you bobbed your head up and down in appreciation, unable to speak at the idea of Bucky coming to visit you at the bar. Unable to tell him that you weren't sure that you wanted him to stop by, because once he did you would never want him to leave.

He interrupted your regularly scheduled mental turmoil with more questions. “Other than the new gig, how does it feel being back? Missing the big city at all?”

You drew in a deep breath, trying to figure out the best answer to such an unknowingly loaded question. “No, I wouldn’t say I missed it. I like being able to drive somewhere five miles away without it taking an hour, and the smog. Being back is….weird, but good. It’s where I need to be right now. Feels like a breath of fresh air, literally.”

The corner of his mouth twitched at the joke while handing you the keys as you finally reached the front door. “Well, we’re glad to have you back. I mean-” his face suddenly turned pink and he looked at his feet muttering, “Steve, Nat, and the Sarahs. I’m sure they’re happy to see you again. They- we missed you.”

That last statement sent a whole shiver down your body and it took every ounce of strength to keep yourself from melting into a puddle.

“I missed you all, too.”

He looked back up at you, eyes wide as a smile crept up his face that tore your heart in two.

“Yeah?”

Of course I missed you. I missed you so much, Bucky. So much it hurt.

“Yeah.”

He nodded, smile still on his face while you switched your attention to the door.

Once it was finally unlocked, you stepped inside, turning around to face him on the other side of the doorway. “Thanks again. You didn’t have to do that.” You wrapped your arms over your stomach, back to feeling self-conscious.

Bucky laughed. “Oh, I definitely did, otherwise Stevie would have thrown a fit.” You laughed along with him for a moment before it petered off into silence, you staring at each other once again, his eyes scanning your face, as if taking in every detail. Then he shook his head, bringing himself back into the moment. “If you want, I can leave my key here for you to use as the spare. I don’t know how long you’re sticking around, so I don’t mind leaving it behind for a short while, if that’ll make things easier for you.”

“No, no, you hold onto it! I can just get another spare copy made tomorrow or something. I think-” you sighed, “I think I’ll be around for a bit, and knowing my luck, it’ll be good to have a spare key and you as the backup to the spare. Plus, this house is just as much yours as it is mine at this point.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled, and he hooked his thumbs into his belt loops.

“Good.” Whether that was a good that you were staying, or that he could keep the key, you weren’t quite sure. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

You nodded, and with that, Bucky made his way across the yard to his house.

Before he got too far, he turned back to you with a side smile.

“I'm happy you're back, Oak.”

You smiled back before closing the door. As soon as it was shut, you leaned your head against it, letting the massive groan you had been holding in leave your body.

Okay, you thought to yourself. We got that over and done with. We’ve seen Bucky, and we didn’t evaporate into dust or anything. We can do this.

You were grateful that your reunion hadn’t been too awkward. On your drive back from California, you had spent many, many miles overthinking all of the horrible things that could happen when you saw Bucky for the first time. Spontaneous combustion had been a serious frontrunner all through Colorado, followed by you bursting into tears or simply passing out.

But no, you held your ground, you faced your fear, and you survived.

Hopefully you wouldn’t be forced to run into him again anytime soon.

Your brother’s best friend and most likely best man at his wedding.

The man who lived 20 feet away from you.

Your phone buzzed, and you flipped over the screen to check the new message,

Hey, it’s Bucky. Not sure if this is still your number, but in case you get locked out again, feel free to call or text me.

Another dramatic groan erupted from you as you responded.

Awesome! Thanks! :)

As soon as it sent, you ran to the living room to grab a pillow from the couch and pressed it to your face as you screamed.

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