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Here With Me Part 25 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: A four day patriot's day weekend gives Taylor and Kelsey the chance to have their first real getaway as a couple and start to put the past week behind them. Song inspiration: I Don't Love You Like I Used To - John Legend. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram). I didn't want to post this part until I had finished the next but since it's my birthday have it anyway.

Warnings: anxiety, smut, discussion of abortion, lingering trauma // Word Count: 4,031

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Twenty Four

April 11th, 2023

Though Taylor had texted asking if she was coming over Monday night like normal, Kelsey declined knowing that he had just put up with her all weekend long and could use a little bit of time with his roommates or just not having to deal with her still moderately fragile emotional state. Plus she had plenty of schoolwork to do with having been out of it for basically the last six days.

Arriving at class on Tuesday morning however, she had a very important question to ask Taylor and smiled softly when he arrived, bringing her her usual coffee order.

“Do you have plans this weekend?” She inquired.

“Nope.” Taylor replied matter of factly. “What are we doing?” He asked as he leaned down to peck her lips softly.

“Friend of mine’s family has a place on the beach in Connecticut that isn’t being used this weekend so thought maybe we could drive down Friday and come back Tuesday. Weekend getaway for the two of us…?”

“You have sunscreen?”

The fact that that was Taylor’s only response made a giggle bubble up in Kelsey’s throat for the first time in a week.

“We can get sunscreen…” Kelsey assured him. “The lotion kind even if you want to help me apply it…”

A glint in Taylor’s eyes told her that he’d be all for that and her smile brightened a bit more.

“So does that mean you’ll come with me?” She questioned. “We can cook out and have a fire and kayak and enjoy the hot tub…”

“Yeah Kels.” Taylor agreed before moving to his seat as their professor entered the room to start class.

April 14th, 2023

Having texted back and forth with her friend about what the house had and what she needed to bring, Kelsey went shopping early Friday morning picking up steaks, vegetables for grilling and omelets, a bottle of wine, almond milk, and eggs. That would at least cover Friday dinner and Saturday breakfast and then they could figure out what they were doing for food the rest of the weekend and go to the store.

With all of that packed in a cooler in her trunk beside her weekend bag, Kelsey drove to Taylor’s dorm to pick her boyfriend up for their excursion after his morning training session.

The drive down into Connecticut was about two hours once a stop for lunch was accounted for so it was early afternoon when they arrived at the house.

With Taylor there, unloading the car only took one trip and while he carried their things to the bedroom, Kelsey unloaded the cooler into the fridge. When he met her in the kitchen, his hands slid around her waist from behind and Kelsey relaxed into him, glancing off to the side out at the ocean just beyond the windows. They had three full days where this was their view and time moved slower.

She wanted to enjoy every single second of it.

Lacing her fingers with his, Kelsey pulled Taylor out the sliding glass doors and through the grassy yard to the small patch of private beach. It was quiet except for the sounds of the ocean and Kelsey felt tension she hadn’t realized she was still carrying slip from her body.

“It’s been years since I’ve been here.” Kelsey murmured softly, almost afraid the sound of her voice would ruin the tranquility.

“We’re gonna owe your friend a big thank you because this is nice.” Taylor stated. Not only was the view incredible, but Taylor knew just how much Kelsey had needed this weekend away, how much they needed this weekend as a couple to take that next step forward.

Pausing at the edge of the beach, Kelsey bent over to slip her shoes off, letting her toes dig into the cool sand. It was still far too early in the year for the ocean to be warm enough to even wade in unfortunately, but the feeling of sand between her toes was enough for now. With Taylor tucking her against his side, they walked along their stretch of beach before sinking into the sand side by side just to stare at the ocean.

“How you feeling Kels?” Taylor asked quietly as his thumb rubbed over the back of her hand.

“It’s been a tough week and a half…” Kelsey admitted softly. “Hard dealing with emotions I had buried for self-preservation.”

“I’m sorry…” Taylor murmured, his expression showing her he understood as he leaned over to kiss her head.

“I don’t want you to feel sorry for me T, okay?” Kelsey murmured. “And I don’t want this thing to dominate our lives or our relationship.” The way she let out a breath told Taylor that she wasn’t finished and so he stayed silent for a moment longer. “There is always going to be a part of me that struggles with the experiences of my past but I don’t want this to become something that holds us back T…not when things were so good before.”

“I’m not gonna lie and say that it doesn’t change things.” Taylor declared knowing that she needed to hear the truth. “Our relationship is never going to be exactly the same as it was. But change doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Change can bring healing. Change has and will continue to bring strength. And change means that I love you more deeply than I did before. Yes, things were good, but our future is gonna be even better Kels, this weekend is just the start.”

The pout on her face and her tense body language told Taylor that she hadn’t liked what she heard and he sighed softly, shifting closer to wrap an arm around her.

“You having an abortion Kelsey is only going to hold us back…dominate our lives if you let it. Am I probably going to be more cautious about protecting you when we’re intimate because I love you…yes. But if you keep holding onto the trauma you’re carrying that’s what’s going to hurt us. I understand why you buried it for two years because it’s not something that’s easy to deal with alone, but you’re not alone now and you need to start moving through the trauma instead of pretending it doesn’t exist …whether you see a therapist or find a group or even just journal about it. Whatever works for you. I’ll support you however you choose to cope. But doing nothing, that’s going to be what has the potential to destroy us.”

Though she hated it, deep down Kelsey knew that Taylor was right and that now that this had all been brought to the surface there was no way she was going to be able to bury it, not without losing everything she loved about her life, Taylor being at the top of that list.

“I’m gonna try but be patient with me…?” She sighed, tipping her head to rest against his shoulder.

“Beside you every step of the way.”

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Kelsey and Taylor sat on the beach just watching the ocean lap against the shore for over an hour before heading back inside to change out of their sandy clothes. Taylor had certainly given her a lot to think about and so Kelsey was somewhat subdued.

Dressed in fresh clothes, she moved to the kitchen to start pulling out everything needed to make dinner. Digging through cabinets she found foil, olive oil, and a good steak and vegetable seasoning. As she turned to get things out of the fridge she bumped into Taylor who was holding a glass of wine and looked fondly amused.

“I lit the fire outside, take this and go sit Kels, I’ve got dinner.”

“I can…” She started only to be cut off by her boyfriend. “Kelsey, go sit and relax. You did the shopping and the driving, let me make dinner.”

Knowing that this too wasn’t a battle she was going to win, Kelsey took the wine glass and made her way outside, flopping into one of the comfy chairs near the gas fire pit.

It was a beautiful day and though Kelsey’s mind was still spinning, she really didn’t want to let her head ruin the weekend. So she just sipped wine and watched the flickering of the fire with the ocean in the background trying to figure out how she could deal with everything so that she didn’t lose the best thing in her life.

It was scary facing it all head on, which is why she never had.

After a few minutes, the sliding door opened and Taylor stepped out to start the grill. Before he headed inside he pulled up music on his phone and left it to play from the outdoor dining table. With him leaving the sliding door open, he could hear it just as well from in the kitchen as she could from her spot. Letting out a deep sigh, Kelsey pulled her phone from her pocket to scroll through instagram.

When she looked up again, Taylor was topping off her wine glass before moving to put foil packets of vegetables on the grill.

After a few minutes he was back outside with the steaks and once they were on the grill he leaned casually beside it, the weight of his eyes on her.

The fact that there was still a tension between them killed Kelsey and if she hadn’t cried herself out over the past week, she was certain she would have started at that moment. Instead she took a deep breath and pulled up a book on her phone in an attempt to clear her mind with anything besides what felt so wrong.

Reading and rereading the same few paragraphs over and over, it wasn’t long before Taylor was pulling things off of the grill. He took it all inside and after a few trips the outdoor dining table had glasses of water on it in addition to two plates full of food and silverware to eat with.

Taking her glass of wine over, Kelsey settled into the chair Taylor had pulled out for her and set her glass on the table.

“Looks great T.” She murmured softly, her smile weak.

He had cooked the steaks perfectly and everything was well seasoned but not overly so. It was absolutely delicious.

Music continued to play from his phone, filling the otherwise quiet air as neither said much while they ate.

When plates were cleared, Taylor carried them inside to be washed later and then reappeared grabbing his phone off the table. Not sure what he was doing, Kelsey didn’t think anything of it until Taylor was standing beside her, offering his other hand out to her.

“Dance with me?” He prompted, pulling her out of the seat once her fingers laced with his. Once she was standing he pressed play on whatever song he had selected before setting his phone down and pulling her away from the table and into his chest.

I don't love you like I used to

I don't love you just the same

No, I couldn't pretend

Be a liar if I said we haven't changed

Right off the bat, the lyrics echoed everything that Taylor had said just a couple of hours earlier and somehow Kelsey knew this is where he’d gotten that train of thought.

I love you so much more with every day, ayy

Oh, I'm in too deep to run away, ayy

'Cause you and I been through so much together

And we get closer, the closer we get to forever

There wasn’t much to Taylor’s dancing, it was mostly a sway from side to side as he held her tight, but the way that he sang along with the lyrics of the chorus softly in her ear caused a lump to form in her throat.

This wasn’t love in the way that kids love, this was love in the way that a man loves a woman, wholly and fully, flaws and all. Taylor had given her glimpses before that they were toeing the forever kind of love but it washed over her now like a raging river. They were both in so far over their heads but Kelsey wouldn’t want it any other way.

Though the song changed, Taylor’s grip on her didn’t, his body continuing to hold her close while they swayed. Little by little Kelsey’s body relaxed against him and after a few minutes Taylor’s hand swept up to lift her chin so he could kiss her softly and sweetly.

“We’re good Kels.” He whispered against her lips when he pulled back. “So you gotta stop letting your mind dwell on things that aren’t reality. Just be here…with me.”

As he kissed her again, Kelsey’s arms slipped up around his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss as whatever playlist he had put on continued in the background. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless but that you didn’t want to stop, not even to breathe.

After a few more minutes of kissing and then a few more dancing, Taylor guided her over to the chairs by the fire, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap.

“Now relax and enjoy the fire and the view with me.” Taylor said softly, just wanting her to stop thinking so much and enjoy the moment they were blessed with.

Curled in his lap, Kelsey rested her head on his shoulder just looking out as the sun slowly started to set, lighting the sky up in a beautiful palette of color. As it sank beneath the horizon though, the small gas fire did little to stop the chill of the cooling air, and Kelsey shivered.

“Let’s go inside.” Taylor murmured, feeling her shiver again. Standing from his lap, Kelsey nodded and moved to grab anything else they had left outside while he turned the fire off and grabbed his phone.

Together they moved inside, turning lights on now that it was dark and Kelsey moved to grab a glass of water while Taylor locked up.

“I’m assuming you aren’t ready for bed so what do you want to do?” Kelsey asked softly, as Taylor padded toward her.

“Movie on the couch?”

Nodding at his suggestion, Kelsey moved to find the remote and turn the tv on to figure out something. While she did so, Taylor turned on the gas fireplace and then settled onto the couch, pulling her onto him. Starting a movie, Kelsey shifted to situate herself in a better position before snuggling into Taylor’s warm body.

Snuggling Taylor was the best thing. He was solid under her, his hands warm as they trailed light patterns over her skin. And just as it had earlier when he kissed her while dancing, want pooled in Kelsey’s core.

Adjusting slightly, Kelsey pressed light kisses along Taylor’s jaw seeking his attention. When he glanced away from the movie she kissed the corner of his mouth before moving in for a proper kiss.

The way Taylor kissed her back made Kelsey sigh happily into his mouth. It was an exploratory kiss, light but enthusiastic. She knew that Taylor was letting her set the boundaries, especially when he urged her to sit up before shifting to lean against the armrest of the couch, keeping her in control while they kissed in a more comfortable position.

With her arms around his neck, Kelsey deepened the kiss, a soft moan spilling from her throat. With everything that had happened it had been almost three weeks since they’d last had sex and Kelsey’s libido was feeling it.

She hadn’t even realized that she was grinding down on his lap until Taylor’s hands shifted to still her hips and she saw how dark his eyes were when she paused to breathe.

Shifting a bit to press her chest firmly against his, Kelsey kissed him again, hot and deep and slowly started to roll her hips despite his hands on them.

Taylor responded for a moment before pulling back, his grip on her hips tighter.

“Kels…I need to know if your mind is in control right now or if it’s your hormones.” He asked, his expression soft and full of concern but still laced with the effects of their makeout session.

Confusion settled onto Kelsey’s face. Why was he asking her that?

“Kels…the last few weeks have fucked up your mind enough. I don’t want to add to that by having sex before you’re mentally ready just because you’re horny.”

Though she didn’t mean to, Kelsey couldn’t help the pout that formed on her lips.

“Kels…” Taylor murmured knowing where her mind could wander to if he didn’t stop it. “I want you, you know that. Just need to be sure that us being together isn’t going to trigger something for you because you’re not actually ready.”

Kelsey appreciated that Taylor just wanted to take care of her but his concern really wasn’t necessary.

“Taylor…I’m on long term birth control and we use condoms and I know you’d never do anything to hurt me in that way. Is it 100% guaranteed that I won’t get pregnant…no, but it’s pretty damn close and a level of risk I’m comfortable with. Plus as you’ve told me at least a hundred times in the last week I’m not alone anymore on the rare chance the protection fails. I miss you T. I miss feeling like us. The past few weeks haven’t fucked me up that much that you have to worry about me being triggered by being intimate with you.”

“Ok.” Taylor replied, kissing her nose softly. “But if you want to stop at any point all you have to do is say so.”

Rolling her eyes, Kelsey shoved his chest as she climbed off of him, sending him a look that told him that now he was just being an idiot.

“Not gonna happen.” She declared, flipping off the tv and moving to turn off the fireplace before retreating to the bedroom with a glance over her shoulder.

By the time Taylor had locked up and turned all the lights off on his way to the main bedroom he found Kelsey sprawled on the bed in only a pair of light green panties trimmed with black lace and a black satin bra.

Looking her up and down, Taylor met her gaze, holding it for a long moment before moving across the room to kneel on the bed beside her.

“Beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss her.

There was a fire behind Kelsey’s kiss as she returned Taylor’s, one hand sliding up under his shirt along the firm muscles of his back.

As the kiss continued, Kelsey shifted her free hand to help tug Taylor’s shirt off of his body before whimpering as all his bare skin came on display for her. How lucky was she to have him all to herself?

When his hand edged under her shoulder, Kelsey arched her back up toward him so that he could pop the hooks on her bra before pulling the satin from her body.

“T…I need you.” She breathed, pulling him down for another kiss and basking in the feeling of his bare chest on hers.

“All. Yours.” Taylor mumbled against her mouth between kisses. “After I get a condom.” He added when he pulled away, her complaints following.

Those complaints fell silent when he pushed both his pants and boxer briefs off of his body after pulling a foil package from his weekend bag. Kelsey was never going to tire of seeing him nude and hard for her.

“Your show tiger.” He declared as he pulled her on top of him as he fell back on the bed. He wanted her to have the extra control after everything and he certainly couldn’t complain about the fact that she looked like a goddess over him.

With Kelsey kissing him again, hot but teasing, Taylor tugged at her panties, removing them when she moaned softly into his mouth. As his hands slid back up her body, Taylor quickly ran two fingers through her core finding her as wet as all the times they’d been together previously. With her assurances that both her body and mind were ready, Taylor slipped the condom into her hand. He wanted her to feel confident that it was on properly and that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

Instead of tearing the condom wrapper open immediately like he had expected, Kelsey instead set it beside her as she straddled his lap and her fingers grazed over his length making him groan and twitch.

“Kels if you touch me I’m gonna…” He warned, only for her to nod. Still instead of reaching for the condom, Taylor watched as her gaze dropped to his length hard and heavy between his hips where her fingers had been moments before. The way she focused on it made him swallow hard because she seemed to be examining him with her eyes to the point where he almost felt a little self conscious.

After a minute or two her eyes lifted to meet his and she smiled as she leaned over him.

“I love you.” She declared softly. “And I hope you know that one of these days I’m going to thoroughly explore your dick even more because it fascinates me.” Her kisses against his lips were light and teasing but full of her love for him and when she pulled back to breathe she finally reached for the condom, tearing it open and pulling it from the wrapper. Pinching the tip she carefully rolled it down his length until he was fully sheathed.

Though Taylor had questions on why she didn’t leave air at the tip he knew that she knew what she was doing and just made a note to ask her about it later. For now he was just going to focus on her and making sure that she was okay and that they both enjoyed this.

“You’re something else Kels.” Taylor mumbled as she shifted over him. “And for the record…I love you too.”

As his last words fell from his mouth, Kelsey started sinking down over him, immediately surrounding him in the tight warmth of her body.

“Oh….” She breathed, pausing before continuing to lower herself, little gasps escaping her.

Sliding his hands over her thighs to her hips, Taylor supported her as she took him fully.

There really was nothing like feeling her like this.

After a moment her walls fluttered around him as she got comfortable and then she slowly started raising and lowering herself over him in a slow but steady pace.

Focusing on her face, Taylor kissed her softly trying to help her relax and enjoy so that the pleasure could wash over her. And by focusing on her, it was easier to control his own dick so that he didn’t cum before she did.

Eventually, Taylor could feel her legs wobble a little as she started to tire and he broke the kiss to meet her gaze.

“Sides okay?” He questioned, only shifting them once she had nodded, dipping her head to his shoulder for a short rest.

Carefully, Taylor lifted her off of him before rolling them to their sides and positioning her in a way he could carefully slip back inside of her.

Holding her close, his movements were still slow as he ground against her between gentle thrusts.

“Cum for me love.” He urged whispering softly into her ear. With Kelsey clinging tighter to him, Taylor kissed softly over her face and slid a thumb to rub at her clit until she was clamping down around him as her orgasm rolled over her body drawing tears from her eyes. With his following before hers had even ended, Taylor gently worked them both though the lingering waves before pulling out and holding her close.

When Kelsey looked up at him she wiped the tears away and kissed him, a relaxed and sated smile on her lips.

“So did you bring more condoms or do we need to add them to the shopping list?”

Yeah…this weekend was gonna be good for them.

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If You Let Me

Chapter 25 of my Mayari series.

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Summary: You show Loki just how much you appreciate him. A/N: This entire series is inspired by songs. The complete playlist can be found here on Spotify. I realized that some of the chapters in this series can be read as a stand-alone. It is character-driven, so a lot of the plot/action sequences help but do not detract from the relationship. Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character/Reader Word Count: Over 3.6k Warnings: Smut. Oral (male receiving), edging (delayed gratification), light dom/sub play, some fluff in the beginning.

The rest of the week flew by quickly. Too quickly. The long polar nights messed with your internal clock. There were a few hours of sunlight, but it rose and set so early, that it made it hard for you to tell whether it was just afternoon or actual night. Time seemed to fly by without respect to your jet lag or your inner circadian rhythm.

You wanted to keep yourself busy and not get in Loki’s way. You had taken it upon yourself to cook for the entire team during your stay. The brothers did have a royal cook, Bridgit. She was used to only having Val or Meek to cook for, and on occasion, the brothers when they were home. But not the entire Avengers Team.

You ended up helping cook breakfast; make lunch for the team; and help with dinner. Bridgit was beyond grateful for the extra hand. So daytime, or at least the hours between nine to six, was reserved for planning and cooking for the team.

The hours after were saved for you and Loki. After dinner with the team, he would show you around town. He was excited to show you the plans they had for the village. In a span of ten years, they had accomplished so much, even with The Blip. The town grew with a proper village square, a marketplace, The Langhus, and barracks for when the Einherjar train.

Sometimes he would take you out of the city to show you the wildlands. One particular night, you both stayed out well past the wee hours of the morning, just watching the auroras. He made a half tent to shield you both from the wind as you both sat on a heated blanket watching the lights dance in the sky. This was your favorite thing to do- spending some quiet time with your love, in his arms. He was not a prince. You were not a goddess. Neither of you were Avengers. You were just two people in love with each other. And that was enough.

Loki had been busy the whole time. Plans were underway to get the Yuletide celebrations going. It was a tight timespan as the Winter Solstice was nearing next week. Val and Heimdall oversaw security for the entire festival. Thor and Tony were in charge of the New Year’s Eve celebrations. While Loki was to oversee The Winter Solstice bonfire. The start of Yuletide would kick off the entire festival and essentially set the tone for how the next two weeks would go.

But no matter how busy he got; Loki would always make time for you. He would check in on you throughout the day and leave small tokens for you on the kitchen table. Sometimes, it would be wildflowers or little love notes. Other times, he would steal you to a dark corner of the house and you would make out like young teenagers about to get caught. Every time you returned to the kitchen, you would have the brightest shade of pink on your cheeks and a smile on your face.

The eve of Winter Solstice was especially stressful for Loki. He was a perfectionist, and he did not want any excuse for a critique on his part of the festivities. He skipped dinner that night, opting for a light sandwich that you brought him just hours before. He was working with Korg and the city’s lumberjacks to build the bonfire. It was a large trunk of a spruce to represent the Yule log. Anyone watching could tell how frustrating it was to instruct the living golem. Let alone the dozens of citizens milling about. Loki was exhausted. You wanted to take that burden off him and help him relax.

Later that night, when he finally retired to your room, he came in with a frustrated sigh. He sat down by the fire and took his boots off.

“Sinta-my love, is that you?” You asked from the ensuite.

“Yes, darling.” He slumped into the chair, tired from the work and making decisions. His fingers were on the bridge of his nose, pinching to get the headache out that was just forming. He heard you come out in front of him and felt your fingers run through his hair. He let out a contented sigh as he felt your touch take away the last exhaustion of the day.

He opened his eyes to you wearing a sheer green robe with black feather trim. A smile formed on his face, appreciating the sight before him.

“I will gladly relive today for the rest of my life if it means I get to see you like this at the end of each night.” He said as his hands snuck under your robe to feel your curvaceous thighs. He traced your markings with his fingers causing you to shiver at his light touch.

“Uh-uh. Hands down.” You said with your compulsion. Loki felt his body comply, quickly lowering his hands, confused.

“Darling, how are you doing that? You’re not singing.”

“I don’t know.” You admitted guiltily. “A power I just discovered recently since…” you lifted your hair to point out the Darkside. Loki looked up at you in wonder.

“You are exquisite. Do you know that?” Loki asked rhetorically. “A true wonder!” He’s constantly learning new things about you. You were always growing into your powers and more comfortable in your own skin. His gaze wandered all over your body, touching you with his eyes since his hands weren’t able to do so. He saw your pebbled nipple peek through your robe, and he wanted to take them into his mouth. He was itching to touch you. You straddled him on the chair, your hands combing his hair.

“I want you to relax. You’ve worked so hard the past week, making sure everything is perfect for your celebrations. Give up your control to me. If you let me, I’ll take care of you.” Loki simply closed his eyes, relishing in your touch. He loved playing this game with you. Although it was usually him who took control, tonight he was excited to just give all that up and not have to make a decision. Just follow. He trusted you completely and was excited about how this night would end.

“Do you remember our safe word, my prince?”

“Mmhmm.” Loki nodded. His eyes were glinting with need.

“You will listen to me,” your voice echoed in his head. Compelling him.

“Yes.” He said breathlessly.

“Yes…what?” You asked pulling his hair, his head jerking back.

“Yes, my goddess.” He answered, swallowing, as you watched the bob of his Adam’s apple.

“Good boy. Such a good little prince for me.” You nuzzled against his nose, teasing his lips with yours. He blushed at your praise.

He leaned in to capture your lips, but you stood up from his lap. You sat back down on the settee, grabbing your glass of wine. “Take off your clothes…slowly.” You commanded, his hungry gaze watching you. You had better be careful. You knew that if you went overboard, he would find a way to pay you back when his turn came up. The thought made you rub your thighs together in anticipation.

Loki started with his socks, slipping out of them quickly. Next, his jacket, letting it fall off his shoulders and onto the floor. “I said slowly, my love, I want to enjoy you,” you said taking a sip of your wine.

He gave you a smart grin and loosened his tie. He untied it slowly and pulled it off his neck. He gently threw it at you, and you caught it with your free hand. You wrapped it around your neck as Loki started unbuttoning his shirt. He started from the top and took his time with each button. His long fingers traced down his sculpted torso. Your eyes followed as he reached down for his belt. His smooth skin glowed in the firelight.

The sound of his belt coming undone made you bite your bottom lip. You closed your eyes, relishing the sound. He loved making you squirm. Even though you might have the upper hand this time, he knew there were certain things he could do to make you go crazy. He unzipped his pants and reached inside. He grabbed his hardening cock and let out a low growl. Just because he couldn’t touch you, doesn’t mean he couldn’t touch himself.

You licked your lips and said, “Uh-uh, naughty little prince. That’s my job.” He let go of himself giving you the hungriest eyes you’ve ever seen. With his shirt still on, he pulled his pants down and stepped out.

You finished your wine and stood up. Your robe cascading over your shoulders and all around you. When you stood next to him, he could see the swell of your breast hidden underneath. All he would have to do is pull the robe-tie and he would be blessed with all your glory. But he kept still. He fisted his hands trying to quell the urge to grab you. He watched you come close. Your dark eyes somehow glittered in the low light.

“Hmmm. You look so beautiful,” you said as you ran your hands under his shirt. Your fingers caressed the hard muscles of his chest, the lines of his lean abs. You hooked a finger under the band of his boxers and pulled him closer. You ran your nose up and down his neck, smelling his scent of leather and honey. “So, intoxicating.” He let out a quiet moan at your praise. You licked his neck, then gave him a small bite. He took a quick intake of breath, and you soothed him by kissing the same spot. “Mmm. You are so good, you know that?” You felt him tense at your words. You couldn’t miss the way his eyes looked away, not wanting to meet yours. There was so much in that one comment. That one word.

“If you say so, goddess,” he said humbly.

“Hey, do you trust me?” you asked him, bringing his face back around to you.

“Unconditionally,” he answered.

“You are good! To your people, your team. To me! You’ve taken care of me, watching out for me. Now you’re taking on more responsibility with Yuletide. I know it’s been stressful. You’ve taken a lot of that burden on yourself. I want to take care of you for a change. Don’t think. Just let me take charge. Let me take care of you. The way you take care of me.” He looked into your blackened eyes. Is that what this is about? You felt like you owed him something for taking care of you since your injury?

He tried to refute, “Darling…”

“Stop.” You put your finger up to his lips. He could feel the simple command and he obeyed. “Change into your true form.” You asked without your compulsion. You didn’t want to use your call on this one. You wanted it to be his choice. You needed him to stop thinking and just be himself. Be in the moment.

He didn’t understand your fascination with his Jotunn form. He looked at you, pained. He wanted to do it, but it scared him. He was more aggressive. More feral in this form. Yet, being in his true form was liberating. He felt things on a more basic level. No decorum, no social entanglements, or consequences. It allowed him to be himself.

Your hands traveled under his shirt and pushed it off him, stopping on his arms. “Would you like me to continue as you are? Just say the word, my prince,” you whispered, kissing his chest. He trusted you unquestionably. You had never judged him. You made him feel safe and at home.

You look at him as if he brought you the world at your feet. Loki would too. All you would have to do is ask.

With the last of his resolve melting away, he relinquished his control. The ink spot started in his heart. Then traveled through his body. His ridges came next, followed by his ruby eyes.

“Such a good prince. Let me prove it to you.” You lifted his hands to your lips. “With these hands, you carry me.” You gave them each a kiss. Then your hands traveled up his chiseled arms.

“With these arms, you protect me,” you kissed his left bicep then his right, and wrapped both of his arms behind you, engulfing you in his cold embrace. You walked your fingers up his shoulders and then lightly traced your fingers down his forehead. He smiled at your attempt to praise him.

“With these eyes, you watch over me.” You traced your finger gently down his face, closing his eyes, towards his lips.

“With these lips, you encourage me to be myself,” you whispered as you ran your lips past his. Gently touching them. It was a small taste, but he had to have more. He pulled you in for a kiss, grabbing you closer to his erection. You gently pushed him away admonishing his actions. “Cheeky prince. Do I have to tie you up now?” You giggled. You grabbed his tie that was still around your neck and tied it around his hands, cuffing him.

You untied your robe, letting it open to your sides, exposing your naked body underneath. His eyes went wide taking in your curvaceous shape. You took the belt of your robe and covered his eyes. His sight of you was short-lived. “I wasn’t done appreciating you.” You stepped back, looking at the panting, erect god in front of you. You knelt down in front of him. He could feel your robe pooling around his legs.

“With these legs, you pick me up when I’m down and support me when I can’t hold myself up.” You trailed your nails up his calf, then scratched his thighs up and under the hem of his boxers. You pulled them down, his hard cock springing forth in front of your face. He could feel your breath on him, the anticipation making him shiver.

“And with this….” you grabbed him gently, pumping your hands up and down his hard shaft, squeezing, letting out a low grunt. Your lips were on his tip as you talked, “…you give me the most intense pleasures I’ve ever received.” You licked once on his tip as a warning, then took him into your mouth. The sudden rush of heat and snugness made him tilt his head back and roar a guttural moan.

You continued to suck, hollowing your cheeks. Your tongue followed the ridges on his cock. His tied hands resting on top of your head. His fingers, opening, and closing, trying to find purchase in your hair as you took him in your mouth.

You pushed him further inside, feeling him in the back of your throat. When you took him out, you swirled your tongue at his tip before you quickly thrust your lips down his shaft. You can feel him twitch, tasting him. He was so close. His knees almost buckling.

“Goddess, I’m almost…uuuhh…I’m close...” he said panting. You took him out of your mouth, sucking hard. You stood up and pulled his tied hands to lead him back to the settee. He was losing the high you gave him as his body settled down onto the couch. You pulled your belt off his eyes. He looked up at you, his cock twitching at the sight of your naked body in front of him.

“You cum when I tell you to. Do you understand my prince?” He nodded his head. “Use your words.”

“Yes, goddess.” He said breathlessly. You knelt in front of him, opening his legs wider. He had nowhere else to put his tied hands but above his head.

You started with his inner thigh, licking then sucking. You switched to his other leg, inching up closer to his red-hard cock. “Eyes on me, prince.”

“Yes, goddess,” he said panting. You slowly licked from the base of his cock up to the tip. His face held the most exquisite look of sex on it. Loki was on the edge. His body screamed to let go it was almost painful. He tilted his head back on the couch savoring your mouth. You stopped sucking, taking him out of your mouth altogether. You bit the inside of his thigh, making him yelp and take a sharp intake of breath.

“I said eyes on me.”

He bobbed his head back, watching you. You took him in your mouth, making him hit the back of your throat. You tried to swallow but he was so thick. His cries spur you on as you bobbed your head faster and faster. “Ohgoddesspleaseplease,” he cried out. You took him out of your mouth, saliva dripping at the side of your lips.

“My prince, you’re so hard for me. Where do you want to cum, hmm? In my mouth?” you gave him one long lick up his shaft, exhaling a rough breath. “Or inside my aching pussy?” He nodded his head, unable to speak. You stood up and straddled him. Your legs resting on either side of his hips. “Speak,” you said grabbing his chin.

“Yes…my goddess. P—please, I want to be inside...” He said with a slight whine. You discarded your robe and wrapped your arms around his neck. You gave him a searing kiss, all tongue and passion. His cold body seared your heated skin. You started grinding against him, his hard-ridged cock rubbing against your wet folds. He couldn’t handle this edging anymore, but your compulsion was making it hard for him to release himself.

“Do you want to use a safe word, my king?” you asked grinding against him.

“N-no…Feelstoogood…” he muttered.You reached in between your bodies and positioned him at your entrance. “Mmm, you’re going to feel so delicious sliding into me.” He bit his lip in anticipation.

You pushed your hips down, making you both cry out. “You feel so good baby,” you said as you started grinding up and down his hard cock. Loki couldn’t take it anymore.

“…please goddess…”

“What do you need, my king.”

“I ne—need to cum. Please let me cum inside you.”

“Oh, but you’ve been so cheeky. I think I need to watch you squirm a little more.” Loki let out a pained growl. He watched your body ride him. Your breast bouncing up and down. “I’m so close, baby. Oh gods…aammmm” you moaned and cried in front of him, the sight of you getting off on him caused him to nearly lose it. You kept grinding. His rock-hard shaft felt so good inside you. You felt so full as he would hit that sensitive spot time and time again. He lifted his bound hands up and over your body.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you said into his neck. “But you kept denying me back at the tower.” Realization finally hits him. This was payback for the four weeks he had taken care of you.

“I’m going to make you pay for denying me.” You said, slightly teasing. “Oh, kitten. I wish you would.”

This was payback for denying you all those times you wanted something more, but he was afraid to hurt you further. You raised your eyebrow at him, daring him to say something. Your grinding got faster and stronger. You had a more powerful thrust building him up again.

“Do you see what you do to me, baby? You make me a little slut for your cock,” you panted, kissing his neck, marking his skin. Your words made him moan out your name along with Asgardian curses. You’re bouncing on him, rough and fast. His cries getting louder. You reached behind you and untied his hands from his tie. Loki flexed his wrists, relishing the freedom of not being cuffed any longer.

“Touch me. I want you to come with me. I’m going to count down, ok?” you whined. He nodded, short of breath, grabbing your waist.

“Three.” you picked up speed, slamming down harder on his throbbing cock. His fingers bruised the side of your hips as he helped himself further inside you. He let out a loud moan as he settled back into the cushion.

“Two.” The sensation and the anticipation of coming undone heightened his arousal. “Baby, you feel so damn good. I don’t want to stop,” you said, slamming harder down on him.

“One! Loki, fill me up, please…” At your words, he let go. His loud moans echo in your head. You kept riding him, unable to get enough of the sensation of his cold hard dick inside you. He kept pumping, his fingers gripping you tight.

“Oh, that’s it, goddess. Take it. Take all of me.” He growled into your ear. He held you still as he started thrusting his hips upward. The sensation prolonging your orgasm into a second wave, crashing into you. You were a screaming mess. Your head was thrown back as Loki bucked up into you, releasing his long overdue orgasm. With one last push, he thrusts up while slamming you down. You screamed his name. Over and over. You slumped over him feeling the weight of your body sinking down into his.

It was several minutes before you could open your eyes to him. When you did, he was already watching you with his ruby ones.

“You’re so beautiful, my prince,” you said as you left little love marks on his neck. It was hard to tell if they would show up on his blue skin, but you hoped they would.

“That was amazing, kitten. Maybe I should deny you more often.”

“Did my punishment not scare you enough? Maybe I just need to edge you longer next time.” You said tugging on his ear with your teeth.

⬅️Chapter 24: Local God | Chapter 26: So This Is Love➡️

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queenbeewinner · 1 year

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18/Dec/2022

Today was hard, I visited my family for the whole day and I believe you know how it goes, it went literally like family therapy but way more out of control. They criticized negatively my body telling me I was getting fatter :'[ and I couldn't think of anything else since this morning. I've got to loose it, it's like a literal necessity for me right now. Maybe since always.

I'm on vacation and I binged the past week four days in a row on cereals and cake, I felt terrible and started over again. Wish me to get rid of all the fat and get full with a single spinach leave, haha.

In the morning I exercised and felt happy before going to see my family, in the meantime I listened to the song at the beginning of this post, hope you like it.

🤍 Breakfast: Two non-fat yogurt and a green tea

Cals: 140

🤍 Lunch: Kiwi, banana, strawberry, and halved walnuts.

Cals: 334

🤍 Dinner: Nopales gordita with a cup of carrots

Cals: 374

Total cals: 848

Today that's all, thank you! Sooo good night, or day, or afternoon :)

🔥 Workout: MadFit's video "THE BEST AT HOME BOOTY WORKOUT (No Equipment, 20 mins)".

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541.

How did it feel outside today? Really humid - it’s horrible. It rained this morning but made absolutely no difference lol. We’re due storms later though so fingers crossed this weather breaks as it’s been so sticky this week.

Are there any animals in the room with you? Yeah, Purrlock is asleep under the table. The others are upstairs.

How did you spend yesterday afternoon? Doing as little as possible lol. I mostly watched Friends and messed around online, then when my new laptop arrived I set that up and went on there.

Are any of your siblings taller than you? I don’t have any siblings.

Name a song that reminds you of a past relationship: Lips of an Angel by Hinder.

When did you last have a nightmare? I honestly don’t remember - I very rarely have true nightmares, just really bizarre but realistic dreams.

What's the goriest thing you've ever seen? Nothing too gory, thankfully. I don’t really “do” blood.

Have you or do you attend pep rallies regularly? Nah, they’re not a thing over here.

Have you ever seen a building on fire in real life? No, thankfully not. Fire really terrifies me.

Have you kissed anyone and their first name started with an F, D, or L? Yeah, a D and an L.

Have you ever been in therapy for anything? Yeah, I was in therapy for generalised anxiety when I was a student.

Do you think clowns are creepy? Yep - especially the make-up.

If you had to write an essay about a popular song... what would that song be? Imagine by John Lennon.

When did you last have some fruit? Yesterday, unless you count juice. I had OJ with breakfast.

What's something you have to look forward to? I have next weekend free as well which is nothing short of a miracle for me lol.

Is there any part of your sexual/romantic history that you have not told your current significant other about or that you will not tell future partners about? Yeah, just because it’s never come up rather than because I’ve kept it as any kind of secret.

Have you ever developed feelings for someone whose sexual orientation was incompatible with yours? Not true feelings, no.

How many relationships have you been in that actually got sexual? Uh, a fair few? I don’t know, I don’t really keep track of that kind of thing.

Who performs the most random acts of kindness out of everyone you know? Susie, for sure. To the point that I feel bad sometimes, hah.

Are any of your pets “overweight”? Purrlock definitely is - the vet describes him as “a lot of cat” hahah. He’s just lazy and loves his food.

Who’s the most romantic person you ever went out with? My husband.

Last person to tell you that you smell good? My mum, ha.

Last person you told that they smell good? The dog LOL.

What shows do you watch? Mostly just repeats of old shows - lately it’s been Friends, Below Deck, Friday Night Dinner, The Big Bang Theory and a bunch of nature documentaries.

Is there anything you are craving right now? Nah, I just finished lunch.

Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you laughed with them? Millions of times.

What are five Halloween costumes that you’d like to wear in the future? Zero. I hate any form of dressing up or costumes lol.

Who did you have your first kiss with? Do you remember what color his/her eyes were? Jimmi had dark brown eyes.

Whose Facebook timeline did you post on most recently? I don’t remember.

Have you ever had a restaurant dish that was made with bugs? If not, would you even want to try one? No. I’d probably try them if they were disguised and not like, whole on the plate. Insects are probably going to be a huge part of our diets in the future, like it or not.

Which edible flowers have you tasted? I can’t remember off the top of my head, but quite a few.

Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? The Tesco delivery driver.

What was the last video you added to your favorites on YouTube? I don’t remember. I don’t think I’ve added any, to be honest.

Who was the last person that apologized to you? Suzanne for being unwell? I have no idea why she felt the need to say sorry for that, but there you go lol.

What comes to mind when you think of pregnancy? Ew.

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap? Liquid for sure.

Do any of your family members have an upcoming birthday? My dad’s birthday is next week.

What is your favorite flavor of Jolly Ranchers? We don’t have those here.

Is your favorite animal endangered? Yeah, tigers are very endangered sadly. Penguins aren’t though, luckily.

Are you better at writing fiction or non-fiction? Fiction.

Have you ever dated someone one grade/year above or below you? Yes to both.

What is the middle name of the last person you texted? He doesn’t have a middle name.

Have you ever come close to drowning? No.

So… remember Girl Scout cookies? Any favorites you had/have? We don’t have those over here.

Why did you ignore the last person you ignored? Because he was trying to wind me up (on purpose).

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Snoopy!

Do you like chocolate milk? No, I’m not really a huge fan of flavoured milk.

What is something you hate, but wish you loved? Hiking and more outdoorsy activities.

What’s the cutest thing your S/O does, but denies it’s cute in any way? Cuddles with all the animals - he claims he doesn’t like them but the way he treats them TOTALLY proves otherwise lol.

Who have you hugged in the past month? Mike, my mum, Susie - I think that’s it. I’m not really a big hugger.

Last bad news you heard? My FIL’s brother died a few weeks ago.

Have you ever dined alone at a restaurant? Not a full-on meal but I’ve sat down and had coffee/cake etc. alone.

Have you seen a baby being born in real life? NOPE. No thank you.

Do any of your exes know each other? Yeah, everyone in my old town knew each other pretty much, lol.

What’s an opinion you find impossible to take seriously? Anti-vaxxers.

Have you ever changed in front of the last person you kissed? Sure, we’re married and have been together almost seven years at this point.

Do you have any goats? No but a client of mine has two pygmy goats and they are SO cute. I always go into see them and they give me cuddles, haha.

Do you hang out with your sibling’s friends? I don’t have any siblings.

Have you experienced any severe side effects of medications? Yeah, the pill gave me horrendous mood swings to the point I ended up in tears most days. I also got some grim side effects when I was getting used to sertraline.

On Facebook, do you have people listed as your siblings who aren’t really your siblings? No.

Have you lost any close family members to cancer? My granddad died of prostate cancer but he was in his nineties at the time so they couldn’t treat it.

Do you know anyone who doesn’t have a middle name? Yeah, Mike doesn’t have one.

How often do you check your emails? Whenever they come in. A messy/full inbox would really stress me out haha.

Would you want your kids to have your hair color? I don’t want kids.

Have you ever had a big YouTuber reply to a comment you left on their video? On Instagram yeah, and I’ve had a few responses on Twitter and stuff too.

Have you ever given a lap dance? Hahah no, I wouldn’t be able to do that and keep a straight face.

#survey #surveys

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August 3-7, 2023 Montana for Calvin's Wedding

We left home in the early hours of August 3rd – heading North at first, then West back to Montana – this time a road trip! We met our friend, Trapper in Maple Grove for lunch. It had been way too long, and the hours flew by as we caught up. When I first met JT, he and Trapper were like “brothers from different mothers,” with their own code language and lots of shared history.

From there, we continued North to Moorhead/Fargo – where we joined brother-in-law Matt for dinner at their house. My sister had already ventured west with my parents in their VW camper (a different kind of adventure!). We had a nice dinner, visited with her cat, and enjoyed the evening in their serene backyard oasis. My brother and two of his daughters (Emma and Georgia) were coming for the night and to transport Matt to MT, but they arrived much later in the evening, and we stayed in a hotel so didn’t see them until we arrived at camp in MT on Saturday.

We drove through the rain, took a few stops in Bismark, Medora and Circle MT. Once again, we were revisiting memories of our 2012 bike adventure! We made several stops in Bismark (TJMaxx, Dollar Store, Walmart) in search of cowbells for Jeff’s 29029 volunteer gig but came up short. The drive from Circle was new territory for us, a two-lane road across the desolate prairie and ranch land of Montana. Much of the road was under construction and but traffic was light, and it didn’t slow us down much. With the rain and the mud though, we had a mud-encrusted Audi!

We arrived at our hotel in Grand Falls and found the Montana State Fair happening across the street! We quickly checked in, then walked over to the fair. We caught the last half of the rodeo – calf roping, young women riding horses very fast in the barrel races, and the bull riding at the end. It was all so foreign tome, but I loved the energy of seeing it in person! It was the second to last day of the fair, so most of the animals in the display barns had been taken home, I was disappointed about that! But the art and flower arrangement displays were still there so we enjoyed that.

The next morning, we had some time, so we visited the Lewis and Clark Exhibition Center. It was cool to imagine what the Missouri River looked like in those days! There was a cool exhibit showing how they devised an 11-day portage around the 5 falls – imagine!! We also enjoyed talking to an older gentleman that had many period guns and other weapons on display – his private collection.

The rain continued as we drove to Seely Lake (as did the muddy construction). We grabbed hot drinks at the local coffee shop and then headed around the lake to “Camp Paxson,” our home for the next three nights (an old boy scout camp that’s now part of the National Forest and run by a non-profit). I felt bad for Calvin and McKinley about the weather, but everyone in attendance was of the “make the best of it” mindset. We got settled in our rustic cabin – I thought they’d be smaller (not sure why I thought that), and was surprised to find JT and I were sharing a cabin with mom & dad, and San & Matt. A close family affair!

Saturday night was informal with a lasagna dinner, lots of wine, and Sandra and Matt led campfire stories and songs. They were dressed in scouting attire, and it was a really fun night!

Sunday morning it was still raining. Calvin and his friends had erected a tent with a stage and dance floor. It was dry but sandy in there – we cleaned it up and Sandra led about 10 of us through a morning yoga session. Then breakfast in the lodge, and free time for hiking, napping, or hanging out until the afternoon wedding. Jeff and I hiked about 4 miles through a beautiful hemlock forest – incredibly open without much understory.

There was a rush to get ready in the communal bathrooms before the wedding – a different kind of experience. Most found with the rain and humidity, it was senseless to try to do anything with one’s hair!!

Like a miracle, the sun came out just before the outdoor wedding and it was a beautiful afternoon and evening. A thoroughly enjoyable occasion – great band, good dinner, and fun celebration with family. There were some “wedding crashers” at the end of the night – apparently, they got away with one of the beer barrels.

Monday morning was quieter. Sandra and Amy and I still did yoga, we had a leisurely breakfast (my dad and my brother made Huckleberry pancakes). A larger group of us hiked to a nearby waterfall, and then the folks that were left had salads and leftover lasagna for dinner. Matt, San, JT and I played a fun game of croquet – obstacles like pinecones and tree roots! Early to bed for me – big week coming up!

#calvinandmckinley #camppaxson #seelylake

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its-sophia-isabella · 10 months

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Day 12 in London (7/13)!

Today I was super busy all day even though it was uneventful! I started off by grabbing breakfast at the campus Starbucks and then heading to class to eat it as we were watching Taylor Swifts documentary Miss Americana for our morning class session. Deren and I headed to Salisbury’s Local grocery store across the street to grab some some quick lunch and then headed back to class early so we could do homework during the break (while listening to Taylor Swift of course). In the afternoon session we talked about her politics and how she was heavily focused on them during the Lover era but during no other time and has since then got closer to being apolitical. What was interesting to me was hearing that there are political intentions behind the song Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince, which was very interesting because I didn’t see the song in that light before that was mentioned, but it was easy to see when looking at it from that perspective. We also analyzed how she describes the different political parties. She describes the Republican Party as a “big bad man and his big bad clan”, “their hands stained with red”, “high diving all the other bad guys”and as people who “can’t save us”, yet she describes the Democratic Party as “everyone sad painting the town blue”, “a team that’s loosing, battered and bruising”, and “the ones who seem to care”.

After class, I got to meet with the amazing Arizona DECA Collegiate State Officer Team. We have a conference next month so we met quickly to touch base and set some deadlines, but it was nice to hear from all of them. I think we are on pretty good track for our event, we have all of the tasks started but there are just a few things that need to be finalized which is good for an event that’s still a month and a half away. We are also introducing something new this year, which I am very excited about.

Lastly, following the meeting I went to see Wicked with our summer school class at the Apollo Victoria! We sent to the tube station early so we could get dinner near the theatre and got salads from a place called Atis that was super yummy. We passed another theatre called Victoria Palace on the way to Apollo Victoria that is currently playing Hamilton, and Deren and I bought tickets for next Wednesday! The Wicked performance was a very good performance. Something cool I noticed is that the actress who played Glinda seemed to have an opera background. I am not sure if I was a huge fan of the high notes because of that but the play was so good! I had thought about getting merch on the way out but I remembered I already had a sweatshirt from when my dad went a few years ago and decided to pass.

We walked back into our favorite pub down the street from campus, Cherry, at 10:59… the bar closed at 11 and it was 2 for £12 night so we were the last customers of the night and got the deal that we forgot about. Cherry bombs are our new favorite cocktail. We got home super late, but it was worth it!

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Living with Losing You - 11/4/2022

First gig back!!!

WOW what a busy but productive and good day today.

I had work, and in-between meetings and such I started to collect all of my music stuff. I tried to use my time as wisely as possible today. I realized that my music stuff really hadn’t been touched since July 2022, so this is the first gig back as mentioned. I was a little nervous for it, but also quite excited. I was able to locate everything I needed to after tearing apart my apartment. That was less than idea to have to put away. My apartment is still a mess though, I just have not had time to clean the dishes, and I sure as hell am not going to put away all of my gig stuff. Loading and unloading it 4 times was already painful enough for the day. That is tomorrow Madison’s problem. I miss when you could help me carry shit (lol).

I was proud of myself today because I did eat breakfast and lunch at home. I only ate dinner out, and that was because it was super late and I really didn’t have the energy to cook. I had ended up grabbing In-n-Out after the gig.

I know I am skipping around, but bare with me. It’s the ADHD lol. Before I went to practice today, I decided to drop Sadie off at Mary’s so she wouldn’t be home all night and then all morning / mid afternoon tomorrow. I ended up packing up most of my car, dropping her off, quickly running to campus to give the boys the lowdown for League Finals, driving back home to finish getting ready / packing up the car, then headed to the gig.

That was basically a run on sentence. I did a lot.

The gig went AMAZING. It was so much fun! I wasn’t really nervous, but I was a little anxious since it had been a while since I had played, and I thought I was going to run out of material. My parents, family friends, and some other friends ended up coming. I made a lot of new friends that night too. They were already talking about how they want to book me for other fundraisers, etc. I love how music brings people together. I will definitely post some pictures. I ended up singing “Make You Mine” how I originally wrote it, just for you <3. That was James’s favorite song, cause it was the wrong I wrote for him when we met.

I was bummed though because the iPad that I have had since 2012 broke. Well, I mean it still works, but I dropped it and shattered part of the screen. It was honestly a miracle that I was even able to keep it in the condition it was for so long. I really do need to figure out how to transfer all of those notes to your “old” iPad. I need to start using it.

After the gig, I went to get a burger and some fries as mentioned. I really didn’t want to be up so late with league, but it’s definitely past midnight so. Later today will be rough.

On that note, I should really go to bed.

I wish you could have been there physically, but I know you were there in spirit. I love you, James.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols.

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

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tillyouscreamandcry · 2 years

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15 with damia fluffy please.

Happy Birthday, Damiano!

15: “Maybe if you weren’t so drunk.” Warnings: Drinking, fluff. Probably bad writing bc I still have writers block sorry.

It was Damiano’s 23rd birthday, and you anxiously hoped the day would go how you’d planned it. You let him sleep through the morning, finally having him back home from tour and free from any obligations, so you decided to let him get some much-needed rest.

You stayed cuddled up by his side for hours that morning, dosing off slightly in his arms and just taking in his peaceful presence while he slept next to you. Getting up quickly and quietly to go make him coffee and breakfast before he could wake up.

Returning to the bedroom with a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and a plate with a pile of pancakes in the other. Birthday pancakes were a tradition with the two of you. Putting the plate and mug down on the bedside table before sitting in the bed next to him and placing soft kisses on his face.

“Wake up birthday boy!” You whispered playfully as you peppered kisses across his cheeks.

You kept him distracted throughout the afternoon, taking him out for lunch and spoiling him with shopping, while back at home friends were sneaking in and setting up for the party you had planned for that night.

“Should we head back home soon?” He asked, “Don’t we have dinner at 6?”

“Not yet!” You told him, knowing you still needed to keep him out a bit longer but your white lie of having dinner reservations threatened to ruin it. “I just want to get you one more thing!”

“You have spoiled me enough to last for my next 5 birthdays.” He laughed.

“And I want to spoil you some more.” You smiled at him. Taking his hand and entering the store.

You walked up to your front door with your hands full of shopping bags, using this as a way to make sure he was the one to open the door and walk in first. Upon doing so your friends called out ‘happy birthday’ as he did. Balloons were scattered around some stuck up on the walls, others simply on the floor. Streamers hung up, even a sign up reading happy birthday, all the typical party decorations.

Food was shared, along with the supply of drinks. Music played in the background as everyone talked and ate while celebrating Damiano. As the night went on everyone started to let loose once the alcohol entered their systems, causing a chaos of singing and dancing around the living.

You sat back and watched your boyfriend interact with his friends. Laughing as he watched Thomas moved to the beat of the music, well out of beat that was, you couldn’t understand how someone could be so out of time dancing around as he does. Victoria filmed everyone and everything and uploaded it to her Instagram story, you were sure all the short videos would be a blur of drunken bodies and music so loud it would make them inaudible anyway.

The night was slowly coming to an end, one by one friends started leaving, saying their goodbyes and final birthday wishes as they did. You watched Damiano as he said goodbye to Thomas, holding his beer in one hand, and his other holding the door for support in his now quite tipsy stature. He shut the door after another ‘goodbye’ and made his way back over to join you on the sofa.

“Have a good night, birthday boy?” You asked with a smile, taking the last sip of the rich red wine in your glass.

“Amazing!” He gleamed drunkenly. “You didn’t have to do all this you know.”

“I wanted to, I wanted to spend the day celebrating you.” You told him.

“I would have never guessed there was a surprise party waiting for me today.” He laughed.

“Yeah well, it was surprisingly easy to plan a party for Mr. ‘I hate parties’ believe it or not, and you seemed to have enjoyed it so maybe it's time to change that tattoo.” You laughed.

“Still hate parties, but love the ones you throw.” He said cheekily as he stood back up, his body swaying slightly with each drunken step. He changed the song that was still playing and walked back into your direction, the slower softer tune beginning to fill the room.

He stopped in front of you and held his hand out in front of you. Raising a brow you looked at him for a second before taking his hand and standing up.

“I didn’t get a chance to dance with you tonight.” He said

“That’s fine, you were busy with everyone else.” You told him.

“Well, I’m making up for it.” He grabbed you gently and pulled you closer to him, resting his arms on your waist, as yours made their way up to the back of his neck as the two of you slowly started swaying along to the music.

“I love you.” He spoke softly. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as you looked deeply into the pools of chocolate brown. “Thank you for tonight, for the whole day!”

“You’re very welcome.” You smiled and lent up to kiss him. His right hand moved up and over your body before resting gently on your cheek as the kiss broke. His thumb smoothing back and forth over your skin, his eyes getting lost in yours as he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re too good for me.” He whispered. You left out a small laugh.

“That’s not true at all.” You said with a shake of your head.

“You are.” He protested. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.” He lent down and connected his lips to yours again. “What would you do if I said we should get married.” Your brows raised in slight shock at his question.

“Is this a proposal?” You asked, not taking him too seriously in his drunken state, but still curious as to where this was going.

“I dunno, maybe. It could be, yeah- what do you say?”

“Maybe if you weren’t so drunk.” You laughed.

“I’m serious.” He said with a slight whine.

“Ask me tomorrow when you’re sober, birthday boy.” You said kissing him once more.

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378.

What was the last game you played?: BeatStar on my phone. It’s insanely addictive but I’ve almost completed it so I suspect I’ll get a bit bored of the same songs soon.

Is there anything going to get released soon that you're looking forward to?: I don’t really pay attention to when new stuff is released anymore.

Do you have a fan in the room you're in?: Nope.

How many candles do you own?: Hundreds of those plain tea-light ones. I use a wax burner these days but I can’t have a plug in one as the cats would ruin the cable lol.

What's something you wish you liked but you don't? : Cooking. I’d eat so much better but cooking is such a huge faff to me.

Do you use a baby voice when talking to animals?: Hahah yep.

Would you say your parents put too much pressure on you?: Not now I’m an adult, but my dad definitely did when I was growing up.

What's for dinner today?: I have no idea, it’s only 1pm. I had some rosemary and garlic flatbread for lunch and skipped breakfast.

Can you fall asleep easily or do you need something to help you sleep?: Lately I’ve been falling asleep really easily, but waking up often in the night which is a real pain. I’ve tried sleeping tablets in the past which were amazing but my GP won’t prescribe them long-term and I don’t find the herbal stuff particularly helpful.

What do you do when you get bored of sitting in the car a long time while on trips?: Sleep, mess about on my phone, pull over somewhere and stretch my legs/get a snack.

What game did you play most as a kid?: Make-believe games, for the most part. I also loved Ludo for some reason.

What's the best thing that's happened today?: I didn’t have to get up early or go anywhere.

What about worst thing?: Nothing bad is happening really - I have to go and feed some cats later but they’re elderly and really easy to care for.

Do you like the scent of gasoline?: I love it.

What's an odd smell you find pleasing?: Aside from that, I love the smell of rain on hot tarmac.

How often do you visit Bzoink?: I’ve never been on there before.

Which cell phone network do you use?: I’m with o2.

What's something you've been made fun of before?: Wearing glasses.

What is something you need to work on?: I can’t really think of anything. I suppose my riding but I can’t do that outside of my lessons, so.

What movie or show has scared you the most?: The Others REALLY freaked me out when I first saw it, hahah. I don’t tend to watch many horror shows though.

Would you rather have cake or ice cream? or ice cream cake?: Cake.

What is your style in clothing and would you like to change it?: Casual and no, not really. I’m not particularly interested in fashion.

Do you like the color yellow?: I do, but I wouldn’t wear yellow clothes.

Have you ever been to a drive in movie?: No, they’re not really a thing over here.

When were you last in a body of water? (pools count): Uh, the sea about 2-3 months ago.

What dead celebrity would you bring back if possible? why?: I have absolutely no idea.

Do you listen to gospel music?: No.

What do you think of Harry Styles? : I don’t really have an opinion on him.

Would you say your personality is naturally outgoing?: Nope, I’m totally the opposite lol. I’m incredibly introverted as a general rule.

Are you currently talking to anyone?: No.

What are you craving right now?: A cup of tea. I’ll be making one after this survey, actually.

What did you last order online?: Prescription cat food for Toby.

What's the weather like today? : COLD. It definitely feels like autumn out there today.

Do you know anyone in the military? : No.

Do you consume a lot of caffeine daily?: Normally a mug or two of coffee, plus a can of Pepsi, but lately it’s been coffee in the morning and tea in the afternoon/evening.

Would you rather listen to rock or rap music?: Generally I prefer rock music, but rap can be good too.

Have you told anyone you loved them today?: Yeah.

Do you have any songs stuck in your head?: Not right now.

What were you doing the last time 10am came around?: I think I was in the shower, or just about to get in the shower.

What are you planning on doing a few hours from now?: Either surveys and TV or feeding the cats.

What's the best gift anyone could give you?: Money so that I can choose my own gifts, lol.

Where did you get the top you're wearing?: TopShop. It’s a really old black, cable knit jumper that surprisingly still fits really well.

What was the price of gasoline the last time you saw it?: Uh, £1.69 a litre for petrol.

What's something you have a strong opinion on?: Picking the right dog breed for your circumstances, and not expecting (for example) a husky or a spaniel to be happy on no exercise while living in a flat.

Do you like watching scary movies?: No.

Which is closer.. your birthday or Christmas?: My birthday, but only by fifteen days.

Do you keep your loose change in a piggy bank?: No.

Are you planning on getting any tattoos or piercings soon?: No. We don’t have a local tattoo/piercing parlour so getting either would involve a half-day out lol.

Do you like your middle name?: I do indeed.

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Everybody Loves Somebody

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: slight language, themes of insecurity, angst, pining, slow burn (kinda?), eventual fluff, over 5k words in length

notes: it’s finally finished! this took forever but I swear I put my entire soul into making this as perfect as it could be. I’ve never used this format before in my writing and it was challenging but also super fun so hopefully you guys like it :) (also yes the title and the fic somewhat is inspired by the Dean Martin song)

summary: Thrown into a blind date against his will, Bucky does his best to prepare in the days leading up to Saturday night, a feat that proves to be much more difficult than expected thanks to his neighbor across the hall.

Sunday

Three quick raps on the apartment door force Bucky to kick back the covers and sluggishly rise from his spot on the floor. He’s exhausted, but his recognition of the evenly spaced knocks on the wooden frame has him feeling compelled to answer, and so he does. Too tired to notice the television is still droning on in the background, Bucky idly wraps his discarded blanket around his form to shield his vibranium arm before opening the door to greet the old man standing on the other side.

“Rough night, huh?” Yori greets with a knowing smile.

“Something like that,” he replies with a tired, lopsided grin. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I set you up on a date,” the man says casually, as if setting Bucky up on dates without his knowledge and against his will is a common every day occurrence, and it is. “Saturday evening at six.”

“What— A date? Yori—“

“She’s a nice girl, very pretty. I think you’ll like her.”

“Now hang on a minute,” Bucky tries to interject, but Yori is already halfway down the hall before the super soldier can get another word in.

“You’re meeting her at the Italian place down the street!” Yori calls behind him. “She likes sunflowers!”

The old man’s shouts are sure to have woken up the entire fourth floor by now, but Bucky is too busy trying to process the jumble of information that has been thrust upon him so suddenly and so early in the morning to care. The last date Yori had sent him on had ended in disaster; Bucky wasn’t ready to get back out on the field, a stable relationship wasn’t in the cards for him. Surely no one in their right mind would stick around once they found out the truth about the man, and if they did it would only be a matter of time before the constant nightmares and extra baggage that came with dating the ex-Hydra assassin sent them running for the hills. But Yori meant well, Bucky knew that, and he also knew he owed the man more than he could ever give him in return, so if sitting through another painfully uncomfortable date would make him happy, then Bucky would just have to suck it up, put on the nicest shirt he owned, and charm his way through another awkward dinner.

“Sunflowers,” he grumbles to himself, quietly shutting the door before returning to his spot on the cold hardwood floor.

Monday

Monday mornings are gym mornings, early workouts that start at five and end at seven. He promptly returns to the apartment building at seven thirty, eight if he stops for breakfast, then goes to check the mail before heading back to the comfort of his sheltered apartment. He doesn’t receive much other than grocery coupons and an odd letter from the government every now and then, but he’s been told that a routine is good, it’s healthy, so on Monday mornings at seven thirty—or eight— Bucky pulls out his keys and opens his assigned metal box with a sense of indifference.

It’s eight o’clock on this particular morning, and with a half finished cup of coffee in hand the soldier opens the little metal compartment to find nothing other than stray specks of dust and the tiniest of spiderwebs in the top right corner of the box. It’s a familiar sight, but Bucky has learned not to let it bother him by now. Remember James, it has nothing to do with you, his therapist always said. You have to learn not to take things personally.

“It has nothing to do with me,” Bucky murmurs quietly before finally shutting his mailbox with a sigh. Coffee cup discarded in the nearby trash can, Bucky turns to make his trek towards the elevator only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of a beautifully familiar face.

Your name is y/n, you live on the fourth floor, and for someone reason you’re always covered in glitter. You’re on your way out the door, art supplies held clumsily in your grasp just begging to jump free from your hold, and despite the rush you seem to be in you still greet the man with a polite smile.

“Good morning,” you chime, honey coated voice filled with warmth and kindness for the stranger. Bucky simply gives you a halfhearted smile in return, watching you walk out the door and wishing he could just muster up the courage to speak to you.

You won the soldier’s heart the day you knocked on his door to drop off a “welcome to the neighborhood” casserole. It had only been his second day in his new apartment, and while he knew some of the other tenants were weary of the mysterious man with the thousand yard stare who had decided to call the building a home, you never once seemed to bat an eye at Bucky or his closed off nature. He had been a little short with you upon your first meeting, his anxiety coming off as annoyance, but still you wore that same kind smile of yours and assured him that if he ever needed anything you’d be happy to help. You were a kind person with a big heart, and Bucky didn’t want to chance snuffing out one of the few lights left in the world, so he let you be. Admiring you from afar was all he let himself have of you, and that was it.

Though, Bucky would be lying if he said you didn’t come across his mind every once in a while. He wondered what you were like, what music you listened to, how you liked your eggs in the morning, if you were an old soul or young at heart, if you’d ever let yourself fall into in the arms of a broken man and help pick up the pieces. It was a pipe dream, but sometimes a friendly smile from you in the morning was enough to get Bucky through an entire day. He hadn’t been with anyone in years, and while he didn’t think he was ready to get back out on the dating scene just yet he knew that if you asked him to he’d take the plunge in a heartbeat. You were an angel, and Bucky would never be able to bring himself to taint you with his touch.

Monday mornings are workout mornings, but they’re also mornings with you.

Tuesday

On Tuesday afternoons Bucky often finds himself in the company of Yori, ensuring the old man stays out of trouble and going out of his way to make sure his newest friend has a nice day out on the town. It isn’t much, and it never will be, but it’s enough for now, at least until Bucky can find the courage to tell the father just what exactly happened to his son on that fateful night. But until then, sushi for lunch will have to do.

He makes his usual trek to the man’s apartment, stomach already beginning to rumble at the prospect of a nice crunch roll, but Bucky’s hunger is soon replaced with nerves at the sight of the woman standing in Yori’s doorway.

You look pretty today, hair haphazardly styled in your rush out the door this morning, colorful stains of dry paint adoring your hands that clutch a bundle of books close to your chest, and a dangly pair of earrings that glint underneath the sunlight pouring through the hallway windows. There’s a smile on your face as you nod along to something Yori says that doesn’t quite register in the soldier’s jumbled thoughts, and the two of you are both too engrossed to notice his lingering presence standing just a few feet away.

“Thank you so much for lending me these. The kids keep me on my toes and I haven’t had any time to settle down with a good book so these were perfect,” you utter gratefully, handing off the pile of poetry books to Yori’s awaiting hands. Names of authors that Bucky doesn’t recognize catch his eye, just as his friend finally catches his presence.

“Of course. I have more if you’re ever interested,” he says before finally addressing the elephant in the hallway. “James, there you are. I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it.”

Bucky stiffens at the sound of his name, heat immediately crawling up his neck as you turn to him with a friendly smile. Clearing his throat, he steps forward and musters up a meager grin in return.

“Like I’d ever miss Tuesday lunch,” he jokes, a nervous chuckle falling past his lips.

“I guess I better get going. Thank you again, Yori,” you chime with a grateful smile. Then, with your attention turned to Bucky, “Have a nice lunch, James.”

“Thank you...” he trails quietly, mentally kicking himself for his stiff demeanor and wishing he could be less pathetic in your presence just once. Just once and he’d die a happy man.

You leave with a polite smile, turning down the hallway and out of Bucky’s grasp once again. Yori elbows his side.

“She’s single, you know.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Bucky replies with a wry chuckle. “You have me set up with one girl already.”

“Right,” Yori notes thoughtfully with a knowing smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes that Bucky can’t quite decipher. “I think you’re going to have a nice time on your date.”

“We’ll see,” is all he says in reply, your smile the only thing on his mind as the two men head out for the day.

Wednesday

Bucky has grown to love rainy days, days in which he can remain tucked away in the warmth and comfort of his own home with a relaxing mug of hot chocolate in one hand and some piece of pop culture media he has yet to catch up with in the other. Today’s pick is a book titled The Outsiders, and Bucky chooses to sit upon the windowsill to read the novel.

Gentle drops of rain trail down the glass window, pattering soothingly in a way that makes Bucky fear he may fall asleep. He sets the book aside with a tired sigh and glances out the window with his warm cheek pressed against the cool surface; the city is quiet and the streets nearly empty, and this makes it easier to spot you.

It’s almost as if you’ve been popping up out of nowhere lately, but Bucky never seems to mind. Watch from afar, that was the deal he made with himself, so who was he to complain if you made the task easier for him? He could never have you the way he wanted to because he doubted you’d ever want an unstable old man like him, and even if you did he’d be no good for you. He knew girls like you back in his day, girls with stars in their eyes and hearts on their sleeves, girls who’d melt in his arms whenever he so much as smiled at them. And yet you weren’t like any girl he’d ever seen; you were an enigma and he wanted nothing more than to spend all of eternity deciphering the mystery of you. But he couldn’t, because he shouldn’t, so he didn’t.

Despite the gloomy gray skies hanging above you there’s a serene smile on your face as you stop to admire the pots of sunflowers outside the building, reminding Bucky he has to buy some for his date on Saturday. God, he was dreading it. Bucky was sure whatever girl Yori picked for him would be nice enough, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes wish it were you he’d be taking out for a night on the town. A guy can dream, right?

You retreat into a nearby coffee shop when the rain begins to fall harder, and as Bucky turns to his own warm drink he finds that the mug is now cold. Book discarded, he rises from his spot on the windowsill and drowsily drags himself into the kitchen for another cup.

For a moment he thinks sunflowers might surely bring about his demise, and the passing thought brings the smallest of smiles to his face. Only time will tell.

Thursday

“How are you feeling about your date on Saturday?”

The woman stares at him expectantly, pristine notepad resting casually in her lap, pen in hand as a warning, eyebrows raised at the man as he stares down contemplatively at the stitching of his leather gloves. What should be a comforting environment instead only seems to put him on edge, and as the seconds tick by on the clock hung crookedly above the doorway her pen only seems to get closer to the blank page below her. Shoulders sagging, Bucky can only offer a small sigh in response.

“I can’t say I feel too great about it,” he finally says, the tension in his shoulders alleviating slightly as she finally puts the pen down.

“And why’s that?” Doctor Raynor prods curiously.

“I just don’t really think I’m all that ready for a relationship. What person wants to be with someone as screwed up as me?”

“The right person will,” Christina comforts. Your smiling face flashes briefly in his mind in response and he shifts in discomfort— the doctor notices. “But I don’t think you’re telling me the full story here, James. I suspect there’s something else that’s holding you back. Or maybe someone.”

“That obvious, huh?” Bucky retorts with a wry smile.

“Who’s the lucky person?”

“Her name’s y/n,” he says, your name falling past his lips in the softest tone Dr. Raynor has ever heard from him before. “I don’t know her all that well, but she lives in my apartment building so I see her around a lot. She’s... she’s really pretty.”

“Well, what is it about y/n that you like?”

Geez, where do I even begin?

“I don’t know,” Bucky shrugs, picking absently at a loose seam on the end of his shirt, “I guess I like how friendly she is. Every time I see her she’s always smiling, she always says good morning to everyone and lends a hand wherever she can. It’s like she goes out of her way to be nice to me, and I’m not really used to that but it’s a nice feeling. The first time I met her she never even flinched, she wasn’t scared like other people usually are, and even when I blew her off she still made it clear that I was welcome and if I needed a friend she’d be there. That’s the kind of person she is.”

“Did you take her up on that offer?” The woman asks, but by the look on her face Bucky is sure she already knows the answer.

“No...”

“James, we’ve talked about this,” Christina says firmly, “you have to stop closing yourself off from the people around you. Making a friend could really help you, especially if this girl is truly as nice as you say she is.”

“She is,” he reiterates firmly, “and that’s why I can’t be her friend.”

The doctor’s brows furrow with piqued interest at his admission, legs shifting underneath her as she gets comfortable in preparation for what will most likely be a heavy confession. “Can you elaborate for me?” She says. Bucky sighs.

“After everything that’s happened, and everything the world has been through, it just gets harder and harder to find some sort of light in the dark. So when you finally do find it, it’s like you have to do everything in your power to make sure it never goes out.”

“So y/n is a light?” Raynor reaffirms.

“For so many people,” Bucky nods, “and if I try to put myself in the picture I’ll only bring her down. There’s no future with me, and she deserves better than that.”

“How do you know that if you never put yourself out there?” The doctor asks softly, silently stunned by the heavy confession Bucky has entrusted her with; it’s the most he’s ever opened up before.

Pieces of the past dart through his mind, and in the midst of all the heartache and the chaos he sees Yori, the one friendship he’s been able to successfully maintain since his period of healing. The memory of the man is pleasant for a moment, until Bucky is reminded of the basis of their friendship and how one single confession will tear down everything they’ve built together. It doesn’t matter what kind of man he is now or how much control he has over his own life, the Winter Soldier will always have the final say, and nothing will ever change that. Finally, he speaks.

“I just do.”

Friday

“Crap.”

The softly uttered curse sounds from across the hallway and alerts Bucky of his struggling neighbor’s presence. Purse slipping off your shoulder and heavy groceries spilling from your arms, you struggle to maneuver your key into the lock of your front door all while the heat of embarrassment engulfs your body in a suffocating hold. You’re not as put together as you usually are, your belongings in disarray and eyes full of exhaustion rivaling that of his own, your usually meticulously picked clothing replaced by joggers and an old college sweatshirt that’s three sizes too big on you, and yet Bucky still finds himself frozen in your presence.

Don’t just stand there, help her you idiot, his mind screams at him, the soldier harshly swallowing down his nerves before taking shaky steps towards you. An orange slips out of the brown paper bag and rolls towards his feet, and Bucky takes it as his in into a conversation.

“Need some help?” He asks with a crooked smile, one that softens at the look of distress clear in your eyes as you meet his gaze.

“That’s the understatement of the year,” you breathe out before offering a meager smile of your own. “Some help would be great, thank you.”

Bucky takes the heavier bags of groceries from your aching arms and returns the orange to its rightful place, allowing you the chance to take your keys and unlock the door. You don’t spare him another glance as you walk in, leaving it open as a silent invitation for him to let himself in. Bucky swallows nervously but wordlessly follows behind; he’s never been in a woman’s apartment before, and the fact that it’s yours makes the experience all the more nerve wracking.

Your apartment is small but personalized, decorated with little knickknacks and houseplants and old family portraits that Bucky does his best not to stare at in fear of being rude, and the vanilla scented candle that burns on the coffee table makes him feel all the more welcome. You drop your purse by the couch with a tired sigh before directing your attention to the man who stands awkwardly in your living room. His hulking figure makes your apartment seem tiny, oddly comforting in a way, but you hold back your giggles and merely guide him to your kitchen.

“You can set them on the counter,” you say with a passive wave before reaching into one of the cabinets for a glass cup. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“No, thank you,” the man says politely as he settles the heavy bags down on the marble surface; as much as he’d like to sit and spend the evening with you, he can’t stay long, or more like he won’t allow himself to stay long. Your movements are clumsy as you down your glass of water, and Bucky looks away flustered as little droplets begin to escape the corners of your lips and dribble down your neck. “I hope I’m not overstepping by asking this, but are you alright? You seem a bit... flustered.”

“Is it that obvious?” You joke quietly, your smile barely reaching your eyes as you fidget with the sleeves of your sweater.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky begins to say in fear of overstepping, but you merely shake your head in response.

“I’m just a little stressed out. The kids always keep me on my toes, especially now that there’s more of them, and it’s been hard trying to get some of them to readjust.”

“Kids?” He repeats with furrowed brows. He can’t recall ever seeing you with any children, and there’s no sign of any living with you in your apartment. A genuine laugh leaves your lips this time at his response and Bucky tenses uncomfortably. Did he say something wrong?

“I’m a kindergarten teacher,” you explain with a smile, and everything clicks in Bucky’s mind then. That would explain the constant paint stains and trails of glitter left in your wake, the arts and crafts supplies and stacks of drawings you seem to carry with you everywhere. And here he thought your heart couldn’t get any bigger than it already was— were you even real?

“The effects of the blip have been really difficult for them. It’s hard having to come back to school and see that all your old friends are now five grades ahead of you. I know everyone has been impacted in some way by what happened, but it’s harder for the younger ones to understand. I’m doing my best to make the transition back to normalcy easier for them, but some days are harder than others, you know?”

“Sounds rough,” is all Bucky can manage to say, swallowing his emotions back harshly.

“Yeah,” you sigh quietly, rubbing away the clear exhaustion in your eyes, “but I’m trying my best.”

“Sometimes that’s all you can do.”

You smile then, a genuine smile, one that makes Bucky weak in the knees, and suddenly it’s as if all the weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.

“I really needed to hear that,” you utter softly, “thank you.”

“What are neighbors for?” Bucky jokes lamely, but you must like his sense of humor for you let out the quietest of giggles.

“You’re sweet. I like talking with you, but I won’t keep you any longer. I’m sure you’re a busy guy.”

“Not really,” he shrugs with a crooked smile, “I just had some errands to run before tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” You ask curiously, brows raising with interest as Bucky awkwardly looks down at your hardwood floor.

“I’ve got a date.”

“Huh, no kidding. Me too,” you smile, and in response Bucky’s heart slowly begins to sink to his stomach. Yori had said you were single, but only an idiot would believe that someone like you could stay that way for long. Maybe if he had taken the doctor’s advice sooner he could be the one you’re seeing instead of the lucky guy that beat him to it.

“I should get going... I’ll see you around.”

“Thank you again for the help, and good luck on your date,” you say with an encouraging smile. Bucky swallows harshly in response, a look of longing in his eyes that he hides well with a meager quirk of his lips.

“You too,” he murmurs in response, casting you once last glance before showing himself out. The lock clicks behind him, and Bucky trudges back to his own empty apartment.

Saturday

The dining patio of the Italian restaurant is pleasantly empty, but the quiet stillness does little to help soothe Bucky’s nerves as he waits for the arrival of his date. He probably should have asked Yori what she looked like, what her name was and what she’d be wearing so he’d know what to expect, but the old man had been adamant on keeping the identity of his date a surprise.

“It’ll be better that way,” he had said, “trust me.”

The bouquet of sunflowers sits before him on the table almost tauntingly, their bright colors and sweet scent sending his senses into overdrive. He almost resented them, but then he thought of your smiling face through the window and the tension from his shoulders began to dissipate— if you could be strong and put on a brave face despite all the bad things that had happened in the world, then so could he.

“James?” A meek voice calls quietly, pulling the man from his thoughts. His blue eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the woman standing before him and he swallows anxiously.

“Y/n?” Bucky replies, quickly rising from his seat and cringing at the way in which the legs of the chair scrape harshly across the floor with his sudden movements. Here he thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, and here you were proving him wrong with your cute little outfit and styled hair and charming smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for my date,” you explain with a sheepish smile. Bucky deflates— not only would he have to suffer through his own painfully awkward date, but he’d also have to sit and watch you get swept off your feet by someone else all in the same night.

“Oh... well, who’s the lucky guy?”

“That’s the thing,” you say with a nervous laugh, “I think you are.”

“Me?” Bucky repeats flabbergasted. “What do you mean?”

“Well, Yori was the one who said I should try dating again. He thought it would be good for me to spend some time with other adults since I’m always with my students, and when I said I didn’t really know anyone he told me he’d take care of it for me. All he told me was to come to this restaurant Saturday at six and look for the man with sunflowers,” you summarize before gesturing to the bouquet on the table, “and you’re the only one here with sunflowers so...”

A disbelieving laugh leaves Bucky then at the realization, and he isn’t sure whether he should jump for joy or wait for the ground below to swallow him whole. Finally he had a chance to spend time with the girl who had taken over his thoughts and occupied every available space in his heart, and yet he couldn’t help but feel terrified. A date was a big step up from neighborly conversation in your apartment, and all of Bucky’s hopes of developing something more with you were riding on this one date. Yori knew exactly what he was doing by setting the two of you up, and Bucky had no choice but to be grateful for the man who had bestowed upon him the chance to finally win you over.

“If this is too awkward for you we can just skip this whole date—“

“No, it’s not awkward at all,” Bucky is quick to interject. “I mean, this whole thing is certainly a surprise but it’s a good one. It’s an honor to be your blind date.”

He flashes a charming smile that makes you weak in the knees, and he knows then that he’s back in the game— who would have guessed he’d be able to dust off his old moves with such ease? He had to if he wanted any kind of chance at winning you over.

“In that case, why don’t we get out of here? This restaurant is a little stuffy,” you note with a small chuckle, your nerves slowly beginning to dwindle.

“Alright, what do you have in mind?”

The nightlife atmosphere of the plaza square is surprisingly much more comfortable compared to the dining patio, and Bucky considers himself the luckiest man alive to be able to witness firsthand the way your eyes seem to sparkle with the light of the starry sky. A nighttime stroll is right up Bucky’s alley, and you both fall into a comfortable step as you talk about whatever topic seems to come to mind. You speak of your students, about how much their smiling little faces have helped you get through the toughest times, how there’s a stray cat who calls the dumpsters behind your apartment building a home and waits for your arrival on trash days because you always bring the feline a special treat. Alpine, you had named it, and Bucky adored that greatly.

The details are vague but you enjoy the stories he tells you of his childhood and the way his whole face seems to light up at the mere mention of his mother and sister; that look dwindles slightly when he speaks of his old best friend, but you pretend not to notice. As a younger man Bucky worked at the docks before serving time in the army, though he fails to mention where he’d been stationed, and now he works for the government. You feel almost giddy to be learning so much about the man you once believed would rather prefer solitude over your company, and as the night drags on and the conversation begins to dwindle you almost wish you could reverse the clock and do it all over again.

“Thank you,” Bucky says after a moment of silence, prompting you to halt your steps and raise a brow curiously at your counterpart.

"What for?"

“Taking a chance on a guy like me,” he smiles faintly while offering you a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. “I haven’t really done anything like this in a while, and the idea of putting myself back out there scared me shitless, but you just make things so much easier. I guess what I’m trying to say is when I’m with you everything comes naturally, and I really appreciate that.”

“Oh,” you utter softly, a sheepish smile of your own gracing your lips as you turn away to admire the scenery around you. It isn’t until now that you notice you’ve stopped before the fountain, the arches of water flowing overhead illuminated by the fluorescent lights below them. A nervous fluttering occupies your stomach and when you finally meet Bucky’s gaze you feel as if nothing else in the entire world mattress other than the two of you in this moment. “Well, if it makes you feel any better I’m kind of in the same boat, so that just means we can figure this out as we go. Together.”

“I like that,” Bucky affirms with a nod, a look that can only be described as lovestruck taking over his features. Nerves overcome you then as you clutch your bouquet of flowers to your chest, heart thrumming rapidly in your rib cage as Bucky steps closer. The glove that had once shielded his right hand from the cold is now missing as he gently cups your cheek and encompasses you with his warmth. His palm is calloused and rough but comforting all the same, and it takes everything in your power not to melt like putty in his grasp.

“Is this okay?” He murmurs quietly as if raising his voice any higher will ruin the moment.

“Yeah,” you breathe shakily, swallowing back your nerves, “it’s okay.”

Your softly uttered words of confirmation are all Bucky needs to hear before dipping down and gently brushing his lips against your own. His movements are hesitant for only a moment, and it is only once he’s sure you are comfortable and secure that he moves in for more. Your lips are soft against his own, plush and warm and so sweet, and as your eyes begin to flutter shut and the forgotten sunflowers slip out of your grasp you drape your arms securely across his shoulders at the same moment in which his left hand joins his right in cupping your face as if you were a precious jewel in need of the upmost care.

Nothing exists when you are in each other’s arms, you are safe and sound in your own little world, and as you part to take a breath Bucky realizes then that one kiss is all he needs to know that you are the one he’s been waiting for all his life.

And by god, if you aren’t more than worth the wait.

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hyuukais · 3 years

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Like A Love Song

Blurbs based on some of my favorite love songs.

Word Count: 630

Genre: Separate TXT x Reader, fluff, angst

Warnings: Mention of drugs, slight themes of stress and feeling repression

Author: Three of these are by the same artist but i doth not care. I also almost put fairy of shampoo for all of them because it’s about falling in love with someone on a screen who doesn’t know you, but that seemed a little mean 😶

Yeonjun:

Only Exception - Paramore

Yeonjun’s the kind of person that makes you believe. Be it in yourself, in the world, in love. After days trapped in darkness, he’s a shining light at the end of a tunnel. He’s a soft place to land after years of tripping and falling on rocky shores. He’s a shoulder to cry on when the sun falls and there’s nothing you can do but pray for light to come again. Even in a world that has worn you down and stripped away any hope you had in love, Yeonjun will always be there to prove you wrong. To be the only exception in this loveless life.

Soobin:

Sweet Tooth - Cavetown

A sugar high. That’s all he could compare it to. This feeling of elation, of giddiness, Soobin got whenever he was around you. It was like he had inhaled dozens of energy drinks. The way he laid awake at night, his head swarmed with thoughts of you. How his pulse raced at the slightest touch of your skin. And when you spoke those words, those three precious words, he just couldn’t help the red upon his face; no matter how many times he had heard them before. You were his own personal drug; intoxicating him with your every movement, every breath. And Soobin was addicted.

Beomgyu:

Pyjama Pants - Cavetown

Friday arrives with five weeks of stress finally melting through your system. Filling your veins with ink and penetrating your heart. You say you find your solace with the sobs raking across your bones. That you feel no shame in your tear-stained cheeks. But, Beomgyu reminds you of the truth. The way he always knows just the right movie to pick, just the right way to hold you, just the right things to say. He knows exactly when to call and what to do. He knows to stay through everything, even the tiniest touch or task. Beomgyu is your night light, never too bright to overwhelm. Always exactly as you need him.

Taehyun:

Things That Make it Warm - Cavetown

Taehyun wants a future with you. It’s a common thought for anyone in a committed relationship, but lately, it’s been the only thing on his mind. Especially now as you laid woven in his arms. Rain crashes down outside, and he imagines kissing you amongst the wet streets of Seoul. Spending a rainy afternoon building Ikea furniture to fill the empty space of a new apartment for the two of you. Finally cuddling up in bed at the end of the day, a chunky cat weighing down the mattress between you. He wanted all of it. To create those tiny moments that mean so much. To come home to you at the end of every day, good or bad. To build a home, build a life, with you beside him and him beside you. And, one day he knew he would.

Kai:

Lucky People - Waterparks

So this is the honeymoon phase? Kai would have never thought he’d be hit this hard. Days beginning to revolve around each other. Good morning texts to obligatory breakfast photos, his constant practice updates, and lunch break calls. Soon, you two are setting up dinner dates whenever possible and sleeping over when he can. Those mornings, he leaves a note. Sometimes sentences long, sometimes paragraphs, but it was always signed off with a smile and an I love you. But, the most prolific sign of his falling was something you had yet to see. Page after page, a notebook filled to the brim with lyrics of the sappiest kind. Love poured out into poetry in the sweetest ways. The feeling that raced through his skin is scrawled along the pages, filling every word. And it's safe to it wasn’t ending anytime soon.

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blackcatclawsout · 3 years

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Majima x Reader- Bento Box

I also post to AO3 under the same username!

Morning was always her favourite time of the day. Y/N stirred in her shared bed, nestling into the arms that were already wrapped around her. Majima seemed to already be awake; his grip tightened and drew her closer. He peppered her cheeks and forehead in light kisses, giggling at her sleepy groaning. She swatted away his face, chuckling softly.

"No, I have morning breath," she whined, smirking as he drew her near.

They laid in bed motionless, letting dawn's light hit their blanketed bodies. Everything was soft and warm, as the rising sun began to wake greater Tokyo. Y/N could stay like this forever, pressed against his chest, breathing in Majima. He rarely took showers at night, so she always caught a bit of his cologne in their morning cuddles. Stealing glances at her beau, she saw his face, softened as he breathed softly. She admired his thin face and his high cheekbones. Y/N gently reached up, rubbing the backs of her fingers across his motionless face. She cupped his cheek. Majima's eye opened, locking with her. His grey eye was softened in moments like these, pupil lazily dilating as he stared back at her. Catlike blinks between the two of them communicated their mutual appreciation for the silent moment they were currently sharing. Y/N's eyes darted towards his thin-lipped mouth. The hand she rested on his lean chest felt his heart speed up. The anxious pattering edged her to lean in closer. A giddy feeling rose from her stomach, compelling her to shut her eyes in excitement. The harsh melody of the phone cut through their synchronized breathing.

"Son of a..." Majima muttered, immediately turning to his bedside stand. Y/N sat up, calming her still fast-beating heart. "Nishida, d'ya even know what time- No, I haven't since... Fuck. I'll be there in a sec." He sighed, hanging up. Majima sat on the edge of the bed, fingers massaging his temple. His lover crawled to him slowly, resting a hand on his shoulder. Before she could ask, he stood up, turning around to face her.

"Shit's hit the fan, I gotta go." His hand extended, resting on top of her head. Fingers wandered absent-mindedly through her locks as his eyes flickered over her partly covered figure. His brows were once again furrowed.

"I understand. You better get going." She nodded, smiling up at the older man. His lips parted slightly, almost to say something, but pressed together again. He sauntered to the washroom, closing the door behind him. Y/N glanced at the clock on Majima's side table.

5:56... yikes. No wonder Goro was pissed off. He doesn't usually get up for another half hour.

She stretched as she got up, wrapping a robe around herself as she left the bedroom. Something Y/N had slowly grown accustomed to in her partnership to Majima was bento boxes. The idea of making someone a packed lunch seemed… childish to her; at least it did at first. She vaguely remembered her mother making her lunch when she was a child, probably because she couldn't be trusted to pack her own. She had learned quickly to become independent, fiercely so, and the thought of relying on someone else to make her lunch seemed strange to her. It wasn't until Goro explained that she caught the appeal.

"When you're a kid, your mom made one of them for you and your dad. It always had great shit in there- homemade and sometimes with cute decorations. Now, she only did this for you an' your ol' man, the two people she shoulda loved most. So when ya girl makes it, it means she loves ya!" He flashed a cheeky grin as he explained. Y/N just cocked her head.

"You... don't think of your mom when you eat it?" She asked warily, causing him to burst with laughter.

"Hell no, I don't! I just think of my girl, and how lucky I am to have her." he leaned forward, pecking her cheek as he finished.

Y/N washed the rice absent-mindedly as she thought back to then. A smile graced her lips as she turned the machine on to hum, beginning to make other parts of his lunch. There was a big learning curve at first; the rice balls would always fall apart, or she’d mess up some recipe. Far too often she had left out an element from the lunch box, only to find it waiting on the counter. Despite it all, Majima took a bento each day, calling after he finished to compliment her work. His praise motivated her, even driving her to go to a local bookstore, looking for any sort of help. Slowly, her skills improved. Her routine became more integrated and quicker with each passing day.

After a short while, she looked at her handy work. The layer bento was stuffed full of edamame, onigiri with fish, steamed vegetables, and leftover meat from their dinner before. She felt proud of her handiwork, even if it wasn’t perfect. Y/N glanced at the kitchen clock on the wall.

It’s been almost 20 minutes... He should be ready soon.

She packed the food up, tucking his chopstick into the small plastic container. After ensuring everything was ready to go, she padded back to the bedroom, looking around for her lover. Muttering leaked out of their washroom, prompting her to follow the growling.

“Hey, Goro-chan… You’ll need to be heading out soon,” She popped her head into the doorway, smiling as she saw him already finished. He turned to face her, an exasperated look already carved into his face.

“Those assholes…” He sighed as he walked towards her, He was dressed in his usual suit jacket and black leather pants. She could still smell the dampness in his hair and his body wash- one of her favourite smells. Y/N gave a soft smile to him.

They didn’t often talk about his work, they met in spite of it, and he seemed to prefer to keep it that way. When they first met, he was insistent that he was a businessman- he looked the part then too. At the time, his hair was long and neat, his suit always pressed and clean; he had kept himself well-groomed with a clean shaved face, so it wasn’t much of a stretch then. Of course, life got in the way and they fell apart, only connecting years later by chance. The drastic change in his appearance tipped her off that he was into… different work by now. But she respected his privacy. She wasn’t oblivious by any means; Y/N meticulously knew what he did and where he was most days. After a few months of being together, she began receiving text messages from Nishida, informing her on where his boss was, especially during late evenings. They chatted frequently, even going into topics not associated with work. He was her confidant and seemed to share the image of Majima that she had.

Goro finished with his hair and came to the doorway, kissing her cheek before heading out of the bathroom. He picked up a few things he left out on the bed before also leaving the bedroom. She tidied the washroom, bringing out the damp towel that smelled like him, and tiding the bedspread before also leaving.

“See ya! I’m off!” Majima called from the door.

“Call you later!” She echoed from the laundry room, “Have a good day!” She waited for the door to click shut before she continued with the laundry. Household chores weren’t her favourite, she didn’t enjoy doing laundry or cooking. But if it was left up to the two of them, both Majima and Y/N would starve and live the remainder of their days on earth as nudists. On her days off, she tried to get everything done quickly, leaving the remainder of the day to read or do whatever else she pleased. Y/N stretched as the washing machine began to purr lightly. She sighed as she looked around for something else to do.

Can’t seem to find anything else… Guess it’s time for breakfast.

Padding to the kitchen, she used the remainder of the food prepared from before to make herself food. She hummed happily as egg sizzled and soup came to a soft boil. The fragrant embrace of food brought her a joy that nothing else in the world could, and she almost hated to admit it. It was half-way through her rendition of some pop song from the radio that she noticed something in the corner of her eye, sitting on the countertop. Turning she noticed it was the bento box she made. Y/N held the container in her hands, turning it over lightly. She felt her brow furrow slightly, thinking of what to do. Should she bring it to him? Glancing at the clock she sighed,

It’s 7:00 am… If I get ready soon I can drop this off and pop around Kamurocho for a bit

It was 10:30-ish when she was dressed and ready to head out. Just because of the occasion, she decided to wear a knee-length black skirt and a simple creme blouse, pairing them with black penny loafers. She admired her reflection in the hallway mirror, her makeup light and perfect for a sunny afternoon out. Y/N made sure to gently tuck in the bento box to the fabric bag she had slung around her shoulder and headed out for the day.

Navigating the subways always seemed daunting during rush hour, so she grew thankful when she patted down the steps to find the underground mostly empty. It was a short walk through the underground mall to where she needed to go; the large hall filled with all ages shopping for what they needed. Sweet vendors sold their succulent items to the newly freed students, groups of teenage girls fawned over the newest character items displayed, some with their boyfriends. A light smile played over Y/N’s face as she too had been that way when she was younger. She understood the excitement contained within the first week off of school, how it drove young people to be out with their friends. As she left the mall area and came to her line, she noticed a pair of teens waiting. A boy and a girl stood side by side, rather stiffly. She eyed them, noticing the way they both twitched when talking to one another. How cute. She glanced down at her fabric bag.

I wonder what he was like when he was younger…

The train ride was about 20 minutes, dropping her off in the heart of Kamurocho. Despite the bright sun and lack of neon lights, people swarmed the warming streets, chatting and shopping to their heart’s content. The smell of grilled food, cigarettes, and sun-baked concrete filled her senses as Y/N darted through the crowd. Regardless of being the only foreigner for blocks, she was ignored completely by the other’s around her. It sometimes was the only redeeming quality of the busier areas. Endless roads seemed to carry on for miles, the farthest treks waving and fluttering in the edging midday heat. All of Kamurocho seemed to be gearing up for the impending festival season, which always impressed visitors from far and wide. Passing by, attendants called out in hopes of catching a customer, but their calls falling on deaf ears. The Millenium Tower loomed over the crowds in the bright sunlight, casting a sharp shadow; though it was a ways off, it still acted as a centre, or maybe more of a North star. She dawdled towards the quieter part of town where the Majima family office was located. She had vaguely remembered certain landmarks, like the worn down shrine that always seemingly had a fresh bowl of rice, or the old teahouse they had once stopped at. As she drew near the building, a tense feeling probed her stomach, though she had trouble understanding why. It was not like Goro was ever mean or told her not to come, yet she had the feeling like he had lived his life with her around his work, avoiding involving her in any regard.

Y/N bit her lip anxiously; She would be lying to say she had not considered heading back. Simply calling him to warn him that he might have to eat out for today, or feign ignorance over his forgetfulness this morning. Yet, the prospect of doing anything else plagued her mind with guilt. Glancing at her watch, she decided to head in, despite it being only 11:22, as she’d rather be giving him his lunch early than late. She cautiously walked into the building, immediately hit with a wall of air conditioning. She shivered in the artificial cool and looked about. The standard lobby was clean but dated and smelled of old carpet. Thinking back, Y/N had never gotten a good look at the inside, the most she saw was whatever she could see through the window the one time she saw Majima exit from here. The lobby only had a hallway attached, seemingly where the elevators and washroom would be. Gloomy plants sat destitute in the corner of the room. As she finished her look-over, her eyes settled on the high desk that rested on the left side of the room. Quietly, she approached.

The man sitting at the desk was middle aged and pudgy. His clothes and hair would have betrayed him for just another typical salary man and not someone who worked with the Yakuza. Several papers were strewn around him as he wrote on the one closest to him. As she stood waiting, she noticed the permanent fowl look on his face. It was decidedly funny when she realized it was the same face one makes at an offensive smell. Holding back a snicker, she spoke up.

“Um, excuse me…” her voice almost was a whisper. The man whipped his head up, visibly confused. His eyes quickly jumped about her figure as he rose from his seat.

“No english. Out.” He rattled quickly in english, stepping from behind the desk. In her initial shock, he nearly dragged her to the door before she retracted her hand.

“I’m here for-” She began.

“No english.” The man repeated once again, turning to face her.

“Is Majima Goro here?” She exclaimed loudly. The man froze where he stood, blinking owlishly at her. The air conditioning above them tousled both their hair, the moment silent, still and cold. He cleared his throat before straightening himself.

“Yes, I believe Majima-sama is in his office.” The man responded quietly, looking her over once more. Y/N sighed in relief, relaxing her own posture.

“Thank you. Can you take me to him?”

He shook his head softly, walking back to the desk, trailing her along dumbly. At first she thought he was refusing to help her anymore, but as he sat down, he reached for the desk’s phone and irritatedly called a short sequence. He muttered something under his breath before hanging up the phone and returning back to his papers. An awkward pause played as Y/N waited for any further instruction, standing dumbly in front of the pudgy man. Without warning, the elevator creaked opened, allowing two tall lean men to step out. She took that as her cue, and walked towards them.

Confusion seemed to be the theme of the Majima family office; Both men took a second to look her over before jumping back into action, patting her down rather roughly. While they avoided the obvious areas, they did seem to paw her skirt a little belligerently. She bit her lip to bite back a rude comment, deciding that it wasn’t worth pissing off men who killed people for a living. When one tried to take her bag, she yelped causing them to jump slightly. Her face was hot as she opened the canvas bag herself, showing them the contents After an additional minute of snooping, they led inside the elevator adjacent; The three of them stood compactly to one another. Y/N felt them shift their body weight. The small box had no air conditioning, quickly undoing the chill she felt moments ago. Her heart beat began to pick up again as they climbed slowly to the third floor, seconds stretching to minutes. When they arrived, she was hit once again with the cooled air.

The hallway was plain and for some reason nerve-wracking. The lack of scenery gave her less to take in as she tried to calm her beating heart. Checking and rechecking her bag, she made sure the food was in there. Her pulse was loud in her ears and her face felt hot. Why out of all the times she had given Majima a bento, this was the time when she was nervous about it? She thought back to their phone conversations after he had finished his lunch- Was he ever lying? What if he just threw it out at work and told her a pretty white lie? It was only an odd electricity in the room that made her tear her gaze from the bottom of the bag that she had been staring at.

Looking up, she found her gaze land on Goro Majima’s face, his brows furrowing as he looked over her.

“Y/N, are you alright?” His voice had an edge of concern as he stepped out a little from the doorway. She couldn’t help but find herself gawking- he felt too unreal to answer to. She had heard before that you often have trouble recognizing people when they are removed from the typical scenario you see them in; this seemed to be a prime example to her. Before she could answer, Majima led her into his office, draping his arm over her shoulder as he led her in. As she bustled in, he closed the door quickly behind them.

Her eyes wandered over his office- It was small and rather boring, only a small katana on the wall suggested that he would actually use this space. It was surprisingly clean, save for a large desk which was scattered in various papers. The filing cabinets and tables were covered in papers as well, though neatly stacked into piles. It never had occurred to her that he would have done any other work besides physical. Her thoughts were stopped as Goro came into her view. His grey eye was dark and his brow creased, which only made him look older. His gloved hands rested on her shoulders, his gaze even with hers.

“Are you alright, Y/N-chan?” His voice quivered slightly. Her face reddened in response, forcing her to break eye contact.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine..” she replied quietly.

A stale silence hung in the air before Majima straightened himself, hands dropping from her shoulders to hold her hands instead. He held her hands up, gently rubbing the backs of her knuckles.

“You’re not acting like yourself… What’s really happening?” His baritone voice was soft and pleading, making his concern more unbearable. The woman let out a shaky breath and urged herself to look at him. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth and her throat seemed dryer than moments before.

“You left your lunch at home, but I… just feel silly.” She managed to mewl meekly. Her eyes stayed trained on him while he processed what she said. His face betrayed his confusion before he cocked his head.

“My… lunch?” He repeated. She sighed heavily.

“I came into the kitchen and it was still on the counter, and I didn’t want you to be hungry or to have to go out and stop what you were doing to go buy lunch-” She began only to be cut off by his howling laughter. He held his stomach and keeled over, gasping for air while he cackled brightly. Now she really felt embarrassed.

After giggling to himself for a while longer, he looked up at her, still doubled over and gasping, “You’re too cute.”

She fumbled with her bag, grabbing the bento and quickly shoving it to him. Even though her gaze was averted from him, she could still sense his smile as he gently took the container from her. He walked to his desk, plopping down in the plush leather chair, setting his feet up on the desk. Y/N drew near as he popped the lid open, surveying the contents.

“Okey-dokey, let’s see what we have... Karaage, edamame- always delicious… Ooh! Even salmon onigiri!” He loudly praised the humble contents of the bento, picking through the contents lightly. His lover settled on the edge of his desk, watching his reactions intently. He ate ravenously, akin to a rabid dog more than an actual person. She was the one to giggled this time, watching his face change with each side dish.

As he finished, Majima sighed loudly, sinking further into his chair.

“Delicious as always.”

Y/N cocked her head, “You think so?” He smirked, pulling her forward towards him.I know so.”

#majima goro #goro majima #majima x reader #yakuza #yakuza kiwami #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #i love domestic fluff

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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Paper Rings

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader Warnings: language, fluff Covers the “Paper Rings” by Tswift square of storiesofsvuoneyearbingo.

Rita was in the home office, the door wide open since she wasn’t working on anything too important, and it was mid Saturday afternoon, she didn’t want you to feel like she was kicking you out or anything. A phone call had lead to a new light being shed on the case and she just wanted to go over her arguments and questioning quickly. It probably could have waited until later on Sunday evening, but in case she did find something she needed to revamp she wanted to have ample time to form it.

Spring had finally sprung in New York, the warm breeze flowing through the apartment while the flowers were in full bloom, the city alive again with people enjoying the warmth. The two of you had indulged in a lazy morning, breakfast ordered in and eaten in bed, limbs still entangled as you fed each other little bites of bacon and waffles. After a quick shower and finally getting dressed for the day you’d began to make a tentative plan to go enjoy as much of the outdoors as one could get within city limits. Rita had suggested a drive out to the Hamptons but your nose crinkled and asked if you could wait until it was warm enough to actually go in the ocean. She laughed softly, kissing the scrunch out of your nose and agreed, opting for a walk through the park (with extra coffee of course) followed by a late lunch at Papillon.

It appeared her phone call and work interruption was taking a little too long for your liking, she heard you rustle through the outer part of the apartment, clicking on a playlist as you normally did whenever you were cooking. While breakfast had been big, you had a pretty early dinner the previous night (followed by some more than enthusiastic adult times) and you were starting to feel peckish, even if you did have lunch plans. The music floated through the apartment, Rita smiling at your affinity for playful pop songs, knowing there was no doubt you were having a little dance party for one as you put together a snack. A small sizzle from a pan echoed through the air and Rita sighed softly, as much as she wanted to focus on getting the work done, she simply just wanted to be able to spend her weekend with her girl.

“Oh fuck yes!”

She chuckled at your excited mumble as you turned up the volume on the speaker, a song she recognized as Taylor Swift bouncing off the walls, your muted voice singing along to the words. Smiling, she shut her laptop, flipping closed the file and pushed it off to the side to be dealt with later.

She found you exactly as she’d pictured, adorned in cute little cozy romper that you wore so often she’d bought you one in every colour, hips bopping to the tune of the song as you shifted whatever was in the pan. You did a little spin, giggling at the sight of her leaning against the door way, nearly pausing your moments.

“Oh by all means, don’t stop on my accord.” She smiled and you let out a louder laugh, as if her watching eyes had ever made you self conscious before.

“Only if you join me.” You smirked, grabbing at her hand as you tugged her further into the kitchen. Rita let out a soft laugh but wasn’t about to let you dance alone. Right as the chorus started the spatula became your microphone as you openly sang the lyrics out to her, “I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings, uh-hu! That’s right! Darlin’ you’re the one I want.”

Laughing, the gleam in your eye ever evident you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, kissing her gently. She pulled you in for a second one and you gasped, jumping back as you moved the spatula away from her.

“It’s fine, I’m not exactly wearing Prada right now.” She teased and you giggled, stirring at the pan again before dropping the tool on the counter.

“I still don’t wanna risk getting garlic butter in your hair.” You leant forward, kissing her cheek quickly before your hand turned the dial on the speaker down, “sorry.” You winced, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your work.”

“I’m not complaining.” She wrapped an arm around your waist, nuzzling into your side, “besides that’s one of your favourite songs.” She half teased, poking at your ribs, and you swatted at her hand.

“It’s a fucking bop Rita.” You insisted and she laughed.

“I don’t get the paper rings thing.”

“Really?” You glanced up at her, brow furrowed.

“Well I get the sentiment of it, that part I understand.”

“When you were a kid did you never tie paper into a ring? Or like, grass when you were out playing with your friends?” You paused, feigning offence, “your parents did let you play in the park right?”

“I was allowed outside.” She scoffed, swatting at your arm before laying a kiss on your temple, “I can’t say I ever made grass rings for anyone.”

“You’re missin’ out, it’s the symbol of true love.” You mocked, “here…” your hand swiped one of the straws sitting on the counter that had come with the takeout that morning. Swiftly you ripped the package open, dumping the straw out of it before gesturing for Rita’s hand. She chuckled softly but held it up for you, watching as you expertly and carefully wound the paper around her left ring finger, managing to even tie it off into the best resembling gem that you could. After tearing off the excess paper you looked up to her, shrugging, “one of my friends was super good with origami, she learnt how to make super cute rings, we all had matching ones in school until we realized paper was water soluble.”

“Adorable.” Rita chuckled, kissing your cheek gently.

“Sorry.” You kissed her cheek quickly, “I should let you get back to work.”

“On the contrary, work can wait. Whatever you’re making smells delicious and I promised you a day together.”

“Snack and then we’ll head out?” You asked, “try and actually catch some sun before it disappears?”

“Sounds like the greatest way to spend a day.” Rita smiled, kissing you softly before you moved back to the stove.

You’d thrown together the leftover shrimp from the other night with a few varying veggies that you knew wouldn’t take too long to grill up. Knowing Rita might’ve been hungry you’d tossed in enough to share, but it still wasn’t a huge portion. You ate quickly and then left the apartment hand in hand, basking in the sun as you made your way down to the park.

Rita was still insistent on stopping at your usual favourite coffee shop for the mid afternoon pick me up, though you opted for an iced latte today trying the new feature flavour they had, claiming that it was finally warm enough out you wanted to actually indulge. Rita couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at you, she was never one for adding sweetness to her coffee, and thought that a lot of the flavourings seemed a bit ridiculous (and don’t even get her started on pumpkin spice) but as long as she wasn’t drinking it, she’d put up with your habits.

Central Park was busy, as you’d expected, families out taking advantage of the big fields, parents playing a variety of sports with their kids, some simply playing tag trying to burn off as much energy from the little ones that they could outside of the apartment for once. You paused slightly watching a Dad playing a makeshift game of kickball while you sucked the last of your coffee through the straw, your eyes nearly lingering before tossing the cup into the trash. You felt the squeeze of Rita’s hand around yours and you glanced up to her face, head tilted in question.

“You sure you don’t want to have kids?” She asked hesitantly and you nodded.

“Yeah. A hundred percent.” You fell back into step beside her, your free hand wrapping around her bicep softly, “while I like the idea of kids, tiny humans who are half you? That you get to experience the world for the first time again through their eyes, watch the succeed in life, yeah that sounds great. But I’m not here for the tantrums, and the exhaustion, the price of raising a kid! Do you have any idea how expensive diapers are? Jesus…” she laughed at your muttering, “I am more than happy and satisfied with being an Aunt.”

“Good.” She mused, kissing your cheek softly as you continued to make your way through the park.

“I wouldn’t say no to a cat though.”

“A cat I can definitely deal with.” She laughed softly, smiling into the soft kiss you laid on her lips.

As planned, you stopped in for an semi early dinner, splitting plates of calamari, shrimp tacos and mushroom risotto croquettes. You practically dragged Rita into a bakery a few doors down, nearly drooling over the pastries as you tried to decide which ones would be coming home with you. Laughing, she kissed you softly, telling you to just get one of everything that you had your eye on. You kissed her nearly breathless in excitement and adoration for the way she spoiled you on a regular basis. (The shop owner couldn’t help but smile, throwing in a few extra tarts on the house because not only were you regulars, but you were too cute not to).

Back at the apartment you laid the treats out on the coffee table while Rita cracked a bottle of wine, bringing it over to you. The windows had a perfect view as the sky turned a swirling combination of pink and yellow, hints of blue clinging onto the season as the sun began to sink in the horizon. Leaning against her shoulder you picked up Rita’s hand in yours, rubbing your thumb across her knuckles before you lifted your head, glancing down at the straw wrapper still wrapped around her finger.

“You’re still wearing that?” You half laughed.

“Guess it just felt natural.” She murmured softly, pressing a kiss into your forehead, “feels kind of unfair that you don’t have one.”

“Well isn’t that how it works?” You playfully shoved at her arm, “if I ask you to marry me you’d be the one with the ring until the wedding, right?”

“I suppose.” She sighed, suddenly pushing up from the couch, “still feels like you deserve one.”

“Well bring me the other straw, I’ll teach you how to make one.” You nestled into the couch, your attention distracted by the t.v, “better yet I can pick up some origami paper tomorrow and we can try to make the fancy ones.” You heard Rita rummaging through one of the drawers in the kitchen and your brow furrowed, though it stayed on the show in front of you, “it’s on the counter babe.”

“I’ve got a better idea.” She called back and you wondered what on earth she was going on about, even more so when she returned to the couch with nothing in her open hand.

“Where’s the straw?”

“You said you liked shiny things.” She half shrugged, revealing the little blue box in her other hand and you gasped.

“Rita…” your hands flew to your mouth as she cracked the box open, you’d had no doubt the diamond was going to be extravagant but you still weren’t prepared. “That certainly is fucking shiny.”

“Darling…you’re the one that I want.” Her free hand cupped at your cheek gently, “believe me, I had something a little more extravagant planned for this weekend but you axed going to the Hamptons.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“Oh don’t be.” She half scoffed, “being with you isn’t about the fancy times, it’s about being together, forever. I want your dreary Monday’s, I want your complications too. In picture frames, in dirty dreams.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that sentiment, “I’ve waited my whole life for someone like you to come around and I’m surprised I even waited this long to ask. Will you marry me?”

“Oh Rita Calhoun of fucking course I’ll marry you.” Your voice was clogged with tears as you lunged toward her, your arms tightly wrapping around her shoulders as hers slid around your waist. You nearly laughed at the heavy sigh of relief she let out, cupping the back of your head softly as she pressed a kiss to your temple. As if you could ever say no to her, much less say no to spending your life with her. “I love you so much you couldn’t even imagine.” You murmured into her shoulder

“Darling I really think I can.” Her own words were thick with emotion by now and you pulled back, your hands trailing down her arms as you saw the happy tears in her eyes. The hand not holding the ring box moved back up to your face, wiping away a stray tear, “I love you more than anything. And another day going by without you knowing that I wanted to be your wife was a waste.”

“Well it’s a good thing I know now.” You teased, watching as she slipped the diamond onto your finger, “I can’t believe I get you as my wife.”

“Likewise sweetheart.” She murmured softly as she leant in, her lips meeting yours in a deep yet soft kiss. Your lips moving with grace against each other’s before a small giggle broke you apart.

“Guess you can take off that silly paper one now.”

“Oh…I’ll take it off but it’s not going anywhere.” Very carefully she raised her hand, slipping the paper off her finger, she shifted forward, dropping into the small dish on the coffee table, “without it I doubt I would have had the courage to ask you today.” She kissed the tip of your nose and you giggled quietly, “technically, you instigated this. We can think of a better place to keep it later.”

“And you’ll let me buy you a shiny one?”

“Of course darling.” Rita kissed you once again, the smile breaking out on her cheeks as she gazed at you in what could only be described as ultimate true love. She’d loved you from the moment she had met you, and now? She got to spend the rest of her life with you and neither of you could be any happier than you were in that moment.

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