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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities @jimidol @miinoongi @bluesharksandfish @ggukkieland @unicornbabylover @thebeebi @preciouschimine @ladyartemesia @moonchild1 @jikookiekosmos @marcoazz2 @kootaes @wearenot7withu @codeinebelle @bigbootyjoonie @thisartemisnevermisses @maichiverse @ppeachyttae @fairysunooo @secretlycrazyhummingbird @yukiehyukie

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

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littlesniggy · 3 years

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Yes, Sir Part Two

@onepieceya Hay Sniggy! I'm really excited about this new box opening and I would love to request the second part of the Lucci scenario "Yes, Sir" if it's also allowed... I'm not sure lol

Thank you a lot for your awesome blog and posts, your writings are mind blowing ( ꈍᴗꈍ) I feel like I could read everything you post... And of course I will send a few requests for the more "unpopular" characters even if I feel like they are still very popular haha!

Well, I was gonna write it either way but this way I got a little more motivation 😂 So, as promised, Part two of "Yes, Sir"

Warning: 18+, nsfw, Master/slave, choking, maybe a little bit of pet play, spanking, orgasm denial

Pairing: Rob Lucci x female reader

Word count: 1.9k

Part One Here

Rob Lucci had gotten up and went over to the table, grabbing the belt that was still lying on top of it; the black leather was fitting perfectly in his big hand. He came back to you, not minding his dick bobbing up and down while he moved. You would’ve jumped right at him but you knew he wouldn’t let you; and more importantly, he probably wouldn’t fuck you either and be thrown out of his room the way you were.

He stopped in front of you and crouched down, holding his hand up to present you the belt. “I’m gonna put this expensive piece of leather around your worthless throat.” He announced. He didn’t need to tell you – you wouldn’t object to him either way – but he wanted to. “Yes, sir.” You whispered, watching his hands put the belt around your neck, feeling the warm fabric press against your skin and how he slowly tightened it.

Only when you felt him choke you did you snap out of your trance like state and your hands instinctively grabbed at the leather, pulling it away from your wind pipe. In response, Rob Lucci pulled harder, denying you the ability to breathe almost completely. Dry and ugly sounds left your body, your face turning red and it felt like your eyes about to pop out.

Out of the corner of your eyes you saw his dick twitch a little at your desperate attempts of staying alive but ultimately being completely at his mercy. And this thought turned you on despite the situation you were in. He loosened the belt just so much that you could breathe again, the wheezing sound not really flattering but you didn’t care. The air burned in your lungs but you were thankful he decided against killing you.

“What a lovely sight that was.” He purred, getting up again, his dick almost touching your face when he got up – almost. Your eyes followed his member with a longing look in your eyes and the agent couldn’t hold back his low laughter. “What a whore….yearning for my dick. You want it that badly?” he asked, holding the ‘leash’ tight that was wrapped around your neck while looking down at you.

“Yes, sir.” Was your automatic response. Rob Lucci’s eyes bore into yours, the animalistic glit becoming more and more prominent. With a short nod with his head he ordered you to crawl towards the bed. You obliged, turning around and slowly crawling on all four towards the huge king size bed. But it was rather difficult since the belt around your neck made you choke with each step.

“Slowly there. The more you pull the longer it takes us to get there.” He chuckled, his eyes wandering down your back while you crawled in front of him. He licked his lips when his eyes stopped at your still clothed ass, already imagining how good you’d feel around him. And since your master didn’t see the need to fuck you he was sure that you haven’t had sex that often. There just wasn’t that much time as a slave.

When you finally got there he ordered you to jump on it like a dog, watching you in amusement. This was getting more and more fun to him which was your luck because otherwise he’d have to make it fun for him in a different way and he wasn’t sure if you’d still be so eager once he went all out.

“Take your dress off. I can’t fuck you otherwise.” He demanded, watching how your hands swiftly removed your dress completely, exposing your panties and your stockings. God, this just got a thousand times hotter. He loved stockings; especially if you were wearing nothing but stockings. “Underwear.” He ordered again, his voice sounding a little impatient for the first time this night.

After taking off your panties, you wanted to remove your stockings as well but he pulled harshly on the belt, making you fall face first on the mattress in front of him. “I didn’t tell you to remove your stockings. Leave them on.” He growled, a shiver ran down your spine at his words. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

He pulled you up by the belt again before he pushed you on your back. Your legs were spread wide open, exposing your dripping cunt to his hungry eyes. You mewled under his intense stare but didn’t dare close your legs. Rob Lucci took in this sight, his dick twitching once again, pre-cum gathering at his slit and dripping down in long strings. You had to suppress a moan at this sight.

“P-please…” you whispered, your eyes catching his attention again. “Is there a reason why you speak up?” he wasn’t pleased. His eyes were narrow and he was mad that you distracted him from his staring. “Touch me.” You pleaded, your eyes looking at him beggingly. “Touch you?” his voice sounded almost disgusted at your request as if he found the mere thought to be appalling.

He propped himself up on the hand that was holding the belt right next to your head and his other hand grabbing your pussy almost violently. “Like this?” he asked, pressing the heel of his hand down on your clit. A loud moan rumbled through your body and you arched your back, pressing your pussy against his touch. He felt your juice coat his hand and run down his fingers when he started pushing two inside of you, feeling your tight walls around him.

“Yes!” you panted in a high pitched voice, moving your hips against his fingers, Lucci not even needing to do anything beyond just keeping his hand like this. “Yes what?” he asked dangerously, curling his fingers upwards and pressing against your g-spot. You’ve never heard yourself make such a noise but you couldn’t help yourself – if felt just so good.

“Yes….sir!” you panted, spreading your legs even wider for him to have better access. As a reward he started moving his fingers inside of you, spreading them in delicious ways, making you moan shamelessly. “Nasty slave.” He commented, listening to the wet sound his fingers were creating by thrusting into you.

“God!” you moaned when he hit your g-spot again, grabbing your thighs with both hands and bending them in an inviting motion. Rob Lucci’s eyes moved over your legs that were still adorned by your stockings and between your bent and spread legs. He wanted you.

“Stay like this.” He said when he removed his fingers, leaving your pussy feel empty and wanting. He also let go of the belt in his hand and sat back on his feet, still fully clothed and not intending on changing that anytime soon. He put his big and warm hand on your thighs right under your own hands, squeezing your flesh and leaving red marks when he scratched over your delicate skin with his nails. “Don’t move.” He said again, lining himself up on your entrance before thrusting into you in one smooth go. Your own nails dug into your thighs, your back arching once again and a loud, animalistic moan left your mouth. He was filing you up completely and you loved every inch of him.

“As expected….” He just mumbled before he started moving inside of you. He used slow but deep thrusts, wanting to feel your walls clench around his member. But this wasn’t enough for you; you wanted to be fucked senseless and he was just teasing you! So, you tried to take matters into your own hands by moving against him but he didn’t like it.

A harsh but not too painful slap stung in your cheek and you looked at him in shock but your pussy clenching around him even harder. Rob Lucci couldn’t restrain the small growl at the feeling. “I said don’t move!” he growled at you, stopping completely and just staying like this, buried deep inside of you.

“I’m sorry…!” you apologized, looking back up at him. But he didn’t move, he was completely still. The longer this went on, the more you squirmed under him, your walls clenching again and again around him. “P-please….” You whispered. The agent’s hands moved over your hands and up your legs, feeling the thin fabric of your stockings before his hands closed around your ankles, holding them tightly.

And then, without a warning, he started to ram himself inside of you, your body moving closer and closer towards the headboard by his sheer force. You screamed at this feeling, letting go of your thighs and instead pressing your hands against the headboard behind you in order not to bump your head and possibly getting a concussion.

Rob Lucci spread your legs in the ear even further apart, his hips smacking hard against you, the sounds your pussy was making became even more lewd. “God!” you moaned, throwing your head from side to side, letting him fuck you like the little slave you were.

The man above you panted slightly, his face not giving away how good you made him feel. Only the low growls from time to time betrayed him.

Suddenly, he let go of your legs, pulled out of your hot core and spun your around on your stomach. His hands deftly opened the belt around your neck and removed it – but you wouldn’t be missing it for long since he grabbed your arms and tied them together behind your back, rendering you unable to move.

His hands grabbed your hips, pulling them up and without a warning he buried himself deep inside of you again. Another moan erupted from your throat and you pressed against him as much as possible. He started moving again, his hips snapping against your ass, raw sound of skin on skin filling the room.

You felt his hand move overt your back, scratching your skin before it moved up and grabbed your hair. “Hngh!” you panted as he pulled your whole upper body up from the bed just by your hair. Small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes but the dick inside of you made you forget about the pain for the most part.

When he started smacking your ass cheek on top of that, you were completely at his mercy – and you loved it. “Cum…..G-gonna…..cum….!” you panted, your tongue lolling out the longer he continued to fuck you.

“Cum?” he panted slightly, not even close to his orgasm at all. “Why would I let you cum?” he asked but not stopping his assault. “C-can’t…..can’t hold it….back….!” your wild moans made it difficult for you to form coherent sentences. Another smack and you clenched even more around him. He felt how your insides got ready for your orgasm, ready to cum around his dick. And when felt you almost cum – he pulled out.

Just a little bit longer! Just one more thrust! Why did he pull out? Why didn’t he let you cum? “Don’t do this to me!” you whined, trying to look at him over your shoulder but it was impossible due to his harsh grip in your hair.

“You’re coming when I tell you to cum. Not a second earlier. And as it is right now, you don’t deserve to have your orgasm yet.” The tip of his dick teased your slick lips, gliding over your slit and the sensitive tissues. A long moan was your response but you didn’t start arguing. Maybe this way he would be a little more lenient and let you cum faster but you doubted it.

“Let’s continue, shall we?”

#one piece #op #rob lucci #Rob Lucci x reader #Rob Lucci imagine #op imagine #op x reader #female reader #ns.fw #master/slave #op rob lucci

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meltwonu · 3 years

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8. “Like what you see?”

19. “Take off your clothes.”

48. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

notes; idol!soonyoung x stylist!reader, mirror fucking, dirty talk, a little praise kink😗, softdom!soonyoung, oral(fem receiving)/fingering, also waiitttt this is hot😳🥴but u have to imagine 191227 kbs gayo soonyoung with the mesh shirt ykwim, i actually want to sew my own rendition of these green outfits tbh like the seamstress in me is so in love with the green shades and silver accents just *chefs kiss* maybe when i’m not lazy LOL, anyway!! Thank you for liking my long posts😭💕 jdkksfh I know I can’t shut up… This ‘drabble’ is 2200 words bc I got carried away dkjfsf ☠️ And thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“Take off your clothes.”

Soonyoung pretends to be scandalized; eyes wide and lips parted in an over dramatic gasp. “You didn’t even buy me dinner first~” He jokes, already slipping off his fluffy coat as you roll your eyes.

“Soonyoung, please. I need you to behave and help me pick out the clothes that’ll decide what the rest of the performance unit members will wear. I’m behind and I need to get hip hop unit’s clothes picked out after.” You let out an exasperated sigh, pulling the rack of clothes closer to the two of you as Soonyoung stands and faces the tall full length mirror.

He slides his shirt off, lips in a pout when you toss a silky button up his way. “You’re overworked and you need a break. When was the last time you slept?”

“Try this one first, please. And yes, I’m aware. It’s busy this time of the year, I have a lot of things to do and who knows if I’ll even sleep before the new year.” You say it jokingly, but the look in your eyes tell Soonyoung it might not all be in jest.

“You need a break, baby.”

“I know, okay? Just try this damn shirt on first and we can talk about that later.”

Soonyoung looks good in everything he tries on, but everything he’d tried on so far didn’t seem to have the look you were going for.

“I don’t know… I feel like these black suits are overdone and the uniforms just look too formal, y’know? Maybe we should go for something casual… Maybe more sexy?” You help Soonyoung out of a brocade blazer, tossing it onto the rack as you sigh. “I don’t know, Soonie… You look good in everything but I don’t know what’s the mood right now.”

Soonyoung laughs as he unbuttons the pressed black button up before he, himself, starts going through the rack of clothing. “I’m telling you, you’re overthinking this.” It goes quiet for a bit as he sifts through the rest; a small ‘ah ha!’ leaving his lips when he picks out a dark green velvet lined blazer with matching pants.

“There’s no shirt with this one?” He asks.

“There is, it’s---here.” You help him out, pulling the hanger with the mesh shirt out. “I--I wasn’t sure about this one since it’s gonna be cold. I can put a shirt under it if it’s... y’know.”

“Lemme try it on!”

He shoots you an eager smile; letting you do your job as you help him into the green ensemble.

Your throat goes dry once Soonyoung slips on the blazer and you can’t deny the way your body warms up at the sex appeal that Soonyoung naturaly exudes in the outfit.

“Like what you see?” He grins, doing a spin for you.

Fuck.

“Um--uh…” You’re at a loss for words, suddenly shy with the way Soonyoung shoots you a knowing smirk. “You just saw me with my shirt off so why are you shy now?” You don’t know how to explain it to him, but the mesh shirt that paired with the blazer gave the outfit a sense of flirtatiousness and sexiness without being completely bare.

Soonyoung’s eyes twinkle in a familiar way and you can only gulp knowing exactly where this was going.

“I think… You need to take that break right now.”

“F--fuck, Soonyoung don’t---don’t get the clothes d-dirty!” Whining, you place your hands on his clothed shoulders the second he drops to his knees; still dressed in the outfit as he rolls his eyes up at you.

“It’s fine, if anything it’s just a ‘lil dust. Now shut up and let me eat you out already.”

He had backed you up against the tall mirror, soft praises on his lips the entire time before he’d kissed you hard and slotted a leg between your own. Teasingly, he pressed his chest against your own; smirking when he saw the lust pooling in your eyes when you felt his, essentially, bare skin against your clothed chest. He knew the effect he had on you and it definitely hadn’t been the first time a fitting session ended with more clothes off than on.

Soonyoung pries your legs apart, leaning in and pushing your skirt up until it bunches up around your waist. “You really need a break, baby. When’s the last time I even got to eat you out, hmm?” He doesn’t give you much of a warning before he’s leaning in and licking at you through your panties; a soft moan on your lips at the feeling.

“Ugh, fuck, but it’s me that has to clean it, Soonyoung…” Muttering, you watch as he focuses on teasing you; flattening his tongue against your covered folds and the action has you grinding down onto his tongue, biting your lip at the way him not bothering to move your panties only intensifies the pleasure.

He lets you do as you please; your soft and quiet cries the only noise in the empty changing room. “Oh, Soonyoung…”

Smirking, he slightly pulls away as he brings his fingers up to pull your panties to the side. “I know, baby. Let me make you feel good.” You nod slightly, hazy eyes fluttering shut when you feel his tongue on your skin.

You let out a long groan, head thrown back into the mirror as Soonyoung drags his tongue from your entrance to your clit; flicking at the nub with the tip of his tongue. “Fuck, you’re--you’re such a tease…” You whine, to which he chuckles against your skin.

‘I could be worse,’ he thinks.

He drags his tongue down until he can dip it into your entrance, teasing you when he repeats the action over and over and you quickly find yourself wanting more than just his tongue.

“Fuck, I want m-more…”

Soonyoung takes pity, knowing that this was a much needed break for you. So he brings his fingers up to your folds, collecting the wetness on his index and middle finger as he looks up at you.

“This is cute and all but I do hope you remember we’re on a time crunch.” Grinning, he positions his soaked digits at your entrance before fully sheathing them inside of your tight warmth in one fluid movement. You cry out his name; body on fire when he curls and scissors his digits just the way he knows you like it.

“Mm, I could eat you out all day. Get you up on that makeup table and eat you out little by little in between sets until your entire body is trembling.” Soonyoung pauses, thrusting his fingers into you hard. “You’d be so cute too, baby. Imagine your ‘lil pussy all wet for me, ready to take my cock after a loooong show. I’d bend you over the sofa and give you what you want. Fuck you nice ‘n good and make you come home with me so I can fuck you again while we get cleaned up in the shower. And you’d be so fuckin’ wet I bet I could slide my cock right into you, huh?”

Soonyoung’s words combined with the skillful flicks of his wrist are almost enough to throw you over the edge.

But the two of you knew you wanted more.

“G-god, Soonyoung, please! I’m so---so wet you can fuck me n-now!” You harshly whisper; hips moving on their own to meet his hand. The said male smirks, licking his lips before he leans in once more to flick his tongue against your clit.

“You deserve it for working so hard~” He coos.

You’re not sure what it is, but Soonyoung has a fascination with mirrors. You don’t know if it’s because he has to watch himself so often in them, but he takes any chance he gets to fuck you in front of one.

Not that you’d complain.

“Palms flat against the mirror, baby.” You watch through the mirror as he shrugs off the jacket; tossing it haphazardly behind him as it falls to the ground in a lifeless heap. “Goddamn it, Soonyoung! I’m gonna have to dry clean that!”

He can only smirk, repositioning himself behind you as he meets your not-so threatening glare. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad. Remind me next time to rip something instead.”

Soonyoung undoes the button and zipper of his pants, shimmying his underwear down just enough for him to wrap a hand around his cock. He lets out a groan as he thrusts up into his palm; smearing the precum down his shaft as you squirm and wiggle your hips. “Soonyoung, please hurry…”

“Ah, guess you’re right. Wouldn’t want someone to walk in on us, would we?”

He moves your panties to the side and positions his cock at your entrance, already inching in before you can open your mouth again. “Oh? You really are soaking, baby.” Your tight warmth sucks him in deeper and when he meets no resistance, he fully bottoms out inside of you as you cry out.

“Fuck m-me, please! I can’t w-wait any longer!”

Soonyoung chuckles under his breath as he draws his hips back, “You’ve been workin’ so hard, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He thrusts into you slowly; letting you feel every inch of his cock before he starts a moderately quick pace. “I wish we had more time but, ah, still so much work to do, huh?”

You nod shakily, eyes clamped shut as you focus on the feeling of Soonyoung’s skillful thrusts that are angled perfectly to tap your g-spot. “Ngh, I--y--yeah…”

“Baby, look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

Soonyoung’s voice is gentle and warm, yet firm. And more than enough for you to blink your hazy eyes open. “Suh---sorry…” You mewl.

His stare pierces through the mirror and you can’t deny how attractive Soonyoung looked fucking you in the mesh top that he hadn’t bothered to take off either.

“Ah, look at how cute you are falling apart on my cock. So fuckin’ pretty.” He grits his teeth, already feeling the pleasure building up in his body. “Mm, gonna make you finish up the rest of your workday with my cum inside of your cunt.”

You clench around his cock as you mentally imagine his cum pooling in your panties and soaking through the material while you still had to deal with the other members. “Please… Soonyoung… I--ah, wanna g-go home with your c-cum dripping, mmh, down my t-thighs…”

He lets out a whistle, shaking his head slightly before he laughs. “Since you said please. Touch your clit for me, baby.”

Reaching a hand down, you use your index and middle finger to rub soft circles on the swollen nub; moaning into the mirror and fogging it up as you tighten up around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer…” He mutters.

You can only nod and work your hips back to meet his own thrusts, “M-me too…” You hear him groan before he doubles his pace, fucking into you faster as you feel your body shifting more and more towards the mirror. You rest the side of your face against it, breath fogging it up as the two of you chase your orgasms.

Neither of you know how much time is left in the fitting session, but you really hoped nobody walked in on you slumped against the mirror with your skirt bunched around your waist and Soonyoung with his cock out.

“Cum on my cock, baby. Get it nice ‘n wet before I fill you up.”

You work your fingers quicker on your clit, this time alternating between pinching the nub and rubbing harsher circles to throw yourself over the edge.

“Oh, S---Soonyoung, ‘m c-cumming!”

It only takes a few more perfectly angled thrusts before your orgasm washes over you and Soonyoung’s name rolls off your tongue in a hurried, jumbled mess and through the haze, you can vaguely hear Soonyoung’s groans as he follows suit; hips stuttering and losing rhythm.

You moan at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you just as he moans at the feeling of your walls fluttering and tightening around him; the two of you slowing down your movements as you let the warmth wash over your already heated bodies.

“Fuck…” He mutters.

A sheen of sweat covers his brow and he’s quick to run a hand through his hair as he watches your body tremble underneath him. He chuckles under his breath; letting the remnants of his orgasm ebb away before he’s slowly easing his cock out of you.

You moan at the emptiness and your sticky hand quickly finds purchase on the mirror again to keep yourself upright. Your panties slide back into place like they’d never been moved and you bite your bottom lip when you already start to feel his cum soaking into the fabric.

“Ngh, Soonyoung… I feel… s-sticky… and we---we need to c-clean up...”

The said male is three seconds from laughing when there’s two sharp knocks on the door that have the both of you going rigid at the same time.

“Hey, um, our fitting sesh should’ve started 15 minutes ago. Just… letting you know. We’re... behind.”

Vernon’s shy and quiet voice pierces through the awkward silence and through the mirror you meet Soonyoung’s red cheeks and sheepish smile.

“Oopsies~”

#hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #hoshi scenarios #hoshi imagines #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung scenarios #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #hoshi #soonyoung #svt fic #seventeen fic

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Those Worth Fighting For Part eight

I feel like I’m really pushing out these parts right now lol It’s been so long since I’ve had a few days off to work on this. I hope you like it!

Part one Part two

Part three Part four

Part five Part six

Part seven Bonus scene 1

Part eight (You’re here)

Taglist:

@ladybug-182 @fruit-snacc-ace @miraculous-simmer7 @lavenderjunes @use-flamethrower @fan-written @all-mights-asscheeks @birdie-posts

Marinette looked over her pajamas, wondering why she thought having a pajama date as one of their first dates was a good idea. It was her idea and she wasn’t going to go back on it, but oh God why didn’t she own any cute pajamas?

“Marinette, I thought you wanted to have a laid back date? Why are you stressing out about your outfit?” Tikki knew Marinette better than anyone else, but even she had a hard time understanding her current holders mind sometimes. “Why not wear your comfiest pajamas?”

The blue haired girl looked over to the pajamas she had worn the night before, the comfiest pajamas she owned, and sized up the hot chocolate stains and the tear on the left leg from when she got it caught on the balcony bar. She meant to fix it, but with school and her other projects as MDC the PJ’s were put on the backburner. “Yeah, no, that’s not happening. I’m still trying to impress him.”

“Then what about the set your Grandfather bought you for christmas?” Tikki asked, floating above Marinette’s shoulder to look at the silk pin striped PJ’s. “Those are impressive!”

“But they’re too impressive. It won’t look natural and it will come across as I’m trying too hard.” The woman began biting at her lip, looking over the other pairs of pajamas she owned. “What if I wore the pair Chat Noir bought me? They are comfortable, kinda cute, and they come with slippers to match.”

“The Ladybug ones?” Tikki thought it over for a moment. “They are nice without being too nice, and comfortable without being overworn. I think they’re a good bet!”

Marinette changed into the pajamas her former hero partner had given her, and tucked her feet into the boot slippers that matched. Although they were too big for her as a teen they now fit her perfectly now that her body looked more like her body as a heroine. She was taller now, and from constant training with her mother and Kagami her muscles had grown strong and resilient. She still couldn’t leap from building to building as a civilian, but she could certainly hold her own when it came to freerunning and parkour.

“I wonder what he’s going to wear,” she said absentmindedly to her kwami as she changed, stripping off her school clothes and hopping into the pajama pants successfully without falling over. “Something flashy, I’m sure.”

“Maybe he has normal pajamas and is worried you’ll think he isn’t as fancy?

“Ha, I wish. He’s fancy through and through.” Marinette laughed, pulling the shirt over her head. “Maybe I can convince him to dress like a normal person like the rest of us mere mortals. He’d look really good in a turtleneck.”

She looked herself over in the mirror and sighed. She looked too much like Ladybug for her own comfort. While they were the perfect level of baggy, and the colour was slightly off from her actual suit, having red pants with black polka dots made her take a second look at herself.

The shirt was white, with a pun on it, with red sleeves that matched the pants, and even the booties matched the ladybug pattern to tie everything together. She either looked like someone who absolutely loved Ladybug, or Ladybug herself trying to throw off someone's scent by pretending to be a die hard fan. Either way, she needed to change.

Knock, knock, knock.

Or she would change if Felix wasn’t so damned punctual.

Marinette grabbed her coat and the baked goods she got from her parents earlier and headed towards the door. On the other side was Felix, looking as handsome as ever. She could see baggy track pants underneath his black trench coat, but none of that mattered the second he leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on the top of her head.

“I brought you coffee.” His voice was soft, as if worried saying anything would stop the butterflies that began to flutter in her stomach. “Are you alright with pizza tonight? I was running errands all day and I didn’t have a chance to pick anything up to cook.”

Marinette wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight, feeling him stiffen for just a moment before returning the affectionate gesture. It wasn’t the first time she had hugged him since reuniting with the blond, but it was the first hug she had given him that she allowed herself to savour.

She could feel his back muscles through his thin coat, and wondered briefly what he did to make them so defined. In his suits it was hard to tell how muscular he was, but from the hold he had on her she figured he was a lot stronger than he looked.

It was just a simple hug, but he held her like he was afraid to let her go. Maybe it was just her mind going haywire from how good the man before her smelt, like fresh soap and coffee. It was warm and clean and she loved it.

The hug was over too soon and both parties let go with mild embarrassment at how much they enjoyed it. They looked at the walls and the floors, anything not to meet each other's gaze until they finally did. Neither could help the laughter that bubbled from their lips at seeing how the other felt the same way. It was easy and light being with him, and she wondered if that was how the starting of love was supposed to be.

“So, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are you ready to go back to my temporary Parisian home with my cousin and his fiancee and look over the seating placements?” Felix asked, trying to regain his air of formality but failing as his smile kept returning. He offered his arm to her, finally giving up on hiding his giddiness at their first official date. “And start preparing the invitations to what I assume is half of France itself?”

“Why, Felix!” She giggled, taking his arm and walking down the hallway of her apartment building with him. “I thought you’d never ask!”

Felix was a gentleman. This was an irrefutable fact. He took the bag of baked goods from her to carry it himself, he opened the car door for her and waited until she was in and buckled before closing the door and getting in on his side. He made sure to get out of the car first to hold her door open for her again, and did the same at the front door of the house. It didn’t even seem like he was trying to impress her, it was just his natural habits.

“Fel! Mari! Good timing!” Adrien’s voice called to them the second they were in the house, before Felix had a chance to take her coat and hang it up. “We’re in the living room.”

The two looked at each other, their confusion etched upon their faces.

“Well, better get this over with.” Felix sighed, slowly unbuttoning his coat and taking it off. Revealing the black t-shirt underneath with the design of a suit printed on the chest. She wanted to laugh. Of course, how did she not think of it? This way he could still wear a suit to bed! “Oh, it gets better. I have a matching pair of slippers to yours.”

As Felix reached into the closet to put his coat away, he pulled out a pair of familiar looking slippers. She hadn’t seen them before, but she had seen up close where the design came from. The slippers Felix put on resembled Chat Noir’s boots. Without planning it out ahead of time the two of them matched. No wonder they liked each other so much.

When they made their way to the living room, with a slight detour to the kitchen to set down the pizza and the baked goods, they saw Kagami and Adrien sitting on one of the sofa’s dressed like they came right out of a 90’s parent teacher conference. Kagami wore a blouse Marinette was sure she had never seen on her friend before, and Adrien wore a dress shirt with a sweater vest over it. They both had glasses on, and she knew for a fact neither of them needed glasses.

Adrien looked at Marinette and seemed to freeze for a moment before returning to his disappointed face.

“What’s going on?” She began to ask, but the two crossed their arms and nodded towards the couch across from them.

Marinette and Felix sat down, looking confused as ever.

“Marinette, darling, we need to talk.” Kagami started, her monotone voice not matching her words. “We were informed today about something that shocked us to our core.”

“We’re not mad that you didn’t tell us,” Adrien continued, nodding along. Marinette noticed the model was wearing a fake mustache. “Just disappointed.”

“And what, prey tell, was I supposed to tell you?” She wanted to laugh. She knew their game, she knew exactly what they were playing at. It didn’t make it any less hilarious to her.

“And Felix, I expected better from you than withholding secrets from me.” Adrien fake cried onto Kagami’s shoulder, who only patted his back in an attempt to soothe him.

“It’s okay dear, as her father I will handle this.” Kagami whispered.

“I thought I was the father, that’s why I’m wearing the mustache.” Adrien lifted his head.

“You’re the emotional mother who doesn’t know how to handle her daughter's secret life, and I’m the father who will be stern but also loves his wife despite the facial hair because you have a beautiful spirit.” Kagami stated.

“You’d be a great dad.”

“I already am.” Kagami adjusted herself. “Marinette, how could you not tell us you were dating Felix?”

Felix stared at his cousin and his fiancee. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Had Adrien always been this goofy? Had Kagami?

“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry, it’s still new. This is our first date.” Marinette leaned forward and grabbed Kagami’s hand. Felix groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. If he wasn’t already smitten with the blue haired woman, he was sure he’d fall for her again right then and there. His cousin and his soon to be wife, correction, his family loved Marinette so much that they had these silly little jokes and the woman had no problem playing along. She was every bit of the family already and if they were that protective of her then he knew he was falling for the right girl.

“First date so far, but thankfully you two have given us enough excuses to spend time together that we’re bound to have more dates in the future.” Felix nudged Marinette lightly with his elbow. “Maybe we’ll even, gasp, become a serious relationship and rival your fame.”

“You will if Alya has anything to say about it.” Kagami mumbled.

“What?” Marinette squinted at her friend, but Kagami shook her head and refused to answer.

“Well, do I need to grab my sword and threaten you not to hurt my daughter?” Kagami asked Felix, all joking leaving her.

“No worries, Ma’am, er, sir? I will treat Marinette with the utmost respect.” Felix gave a salute to the Japanese woman. “Now can we go and finish our mission of preparing the invitations to your wedding? While we may be dressed for night time, we aren’t planning on working all night.”

“Speaking of how you’re dressed,” Adrien’s voice wavered for a second. “Marinette, where did you get those pajamas?”

She looked down at herself. How was she supposed to say that the former black cat of Paris gave them to her alter ego self for Christmas? She wasn’t. “A friend got them for me, I’m not sure where he bought them from. Why? Are you jealous?”

Adrien laughed, but it almost sounded forced. “You got me. I wanted them, but oh well.”

Kagami looked at her fiance who just waved her off.

“Well, those pajamas look good on you, M’lady.” Adrien stood up and offered his hand to Kagami who took it and followed his lead. “We’re going to go spar for a bit. Let me know if you two want to join us!”

M’Lady? When had Adrien ever called her that?

“Well Miss. Bug, shall we be off?” Felix’s voice snapped her out of her train of thought, and then immediately threw her down another hole of questioning. Did he just call her Miss. Bug? The same way that Alley Cat did? Was it just her pajamas making the two blonds act this way, or was there more to the story? God, she was beginning to sound like Alya.

“Pizza first, invitations second, and third movie time! Sounds good?”

“Anything sounds good if you say it.”

Marinette’s cheeks burned. With all thoughts of Chat Noir and Alley Cat forgotten, the two of them left to the kitchen.

#Those worth fighting for #twff #felix x marinette #felinette #fanon felix #felix graham de vanily #marinette dupain cheng #Marinette #marinette dupen chang #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #Kagami Tsurugi #adrigami #adrien agreste

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playlistmusings · 3 years

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Make your mark on me (a golden tattoo)

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Jude Duarte x Cardan Greenbriar

Jude is fed up with Cardan having the upper hand when it comes to antagonizing each other, so she gets dressed up. Cardan has no idea that there was any competition to begin with—but he's not mad. (set post Queen of Nothing)

Just some fluff with my two favorites messing with each other and a little spice at the end (but not a lot because I can’t write smut lol) Title from Dress by Taylor Swift

Also on my AO3

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Jude had definitively decided she didn’t mind revels anymore. In fact, if pressed, she could almost be persuaded to say she liked them. It wasn’t because she thought they were more fun or that she didn’t have to manage all of the dangers hiding among the food and dance anymore—just because she was queen didn’t mean that she wasn’t still vulnerable to faerie food induced madness. But there was just something about revels that made them better than when she was dragged to court during her school days. While Jude could be persuaded to admit that revels weren’t the worst, she’d be damned if she ever said what the something that made them better was.

Luckily for her, she didn’t have to. Because for every moment she spent biting her tongue, there was a matching moment where Cardan was whispering in her ear saying that “You should just admit that you think I’m irresistible, we both know that’s what you’re thinking”. Which was not true, even if he always looked a particular shade of devastatingly handsome with his elaborate outfits and shimmering paint on his cheeks, his crown tipping off the side of his head. Even if Jude could barely resist him when he got to that stage of just tipsy enough that his cheeks flushed with color and he didn’t mind leaving the courtiers to slip into hidden rooms with Jude. Even if he grinned with a special light in his eyes when Jude whispered things like you’re so handsome and I could stay like this forever while wrapped in his embrace after one of their trysts.

It was a true dilemma.

But, Jude, after all, was not known for backing down from a challenge, not when Cardan was antagonizing her during their school days, not when Orlagh and Balekin tried to manipulate her, and definitely not when Madoc tried to take her crown, she there was no chance in hell that she would fold because Cardan looked too handsome. So, in conjunction with admitting to herself that she didn’t mind revels, Jude pledged that she was going to go on the offensive and show Cardan that he wasn’t the only one who could use their looks to get what they wanted.

Hence why Jude was looking into a mirror at herself with a far too happy Tatterfell looking on with pride at her work. Jude’s hair was done up so it was out of her face, rubies threaded below her crown in a way that made it seem like there were flames crawling towards it when the light shined on her just right. Her dress was another shade of shimmering red, with silken skirts flowing down from her waist, and a neckline that cut down her sternum in a way that none of the other dresses she owned did. It was truly beautiful, even if it wasn’t like anything Jude had worn before, which was exactly what she wanted. She felt like she could command the attention of a whole crowd with a single look, which was all very good considering she just needed to command the attention of one particular faerie.

It was all out of her comfort zone, dressing up proactively so she could catch someone’s eye, but Jude was nothing if not determined to, at least this once, make Cardan break before her.

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Cardan was smug as he prepared for the revel. He knew that every time he put just a little extra effort into his clothes, while playing it off as just another boring thing he had to do, Jude couldn’t resist him. Revels would always hold a special place in his heart now that they began with good food and a little alcohol and ended with a lot more alcohol and Jude dragging him away from the crowd, frowning as he laughed softly at his comments about her eagerness. And, though he would be loathed to admit it, the way Jude dressed for revels, with beautiful gowns and her crown sitting atop perfectly done hair—no doubt the work of Tatterfell—got under his skin just as much as he seemed to get under hers. His only saving grace was that he had been hiding his feelings for years of her effortless beauty, working everyday to keep himself from accosting her. But now he didn’t have to worry, and it was much more fun to stave off his impulses as his wife glared at him, trying to pretend that she wasn’t as much of a fool for him as he was for her.

So, Cardan felt pretty happy as he slipped into the grand room where the night’s revel was being held. Even without his wife on his arm, as usual—someone had mentioned that she would be late and it had slipped Cardan’s mind to ask why—he already felt himself buzzing with anticipatory energy for what the night would hold.

As he walked through the crowd towards his throne, greeted by all sorts of courtiers that laughed and danced around him, Cardan grabbed a glass of wine from a servant. Walking up the steps to the dais that his throne sat upon, he nodded to the knights that protected it before turning and sitting upon the throne with an air of practiced ease. He was much better at sitting on his throne while listening to the problems of his subjects, now, but that was mostly due to the way he didn’t usually have to do anything except watch Jude while she gave advice and guidance and even the occasional punishment. But now, alone, he still couldn’t be bothered pretending that he didn’t enjoy the personal aspect of ruling.

Sipping on wine, Cardan spent time listening to his subjects, offering advice when it was needed and accepting gifts only when he understood the terms completely. He wasn’t aware of specifically how much time was passing but knew that it was especially odd that Jude hadn’t appeared yet, and his mind began to wander—as it often did—to her twinkling eyes and disarming smile.

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Jude knew purposefully arriving late to the revel so that Cardan would see her for the first time that evening while, most likely, working his way towards being tipsy and amongst a crowd of other people was at the very least petty, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. After all, most of her plan involved doing things she wouldn’t normally do for the sake of being petty and getting Cardan flustered. So, when she walked into the revel, she was already anticipating some reaction, she was walking in late in an uncharacteristically attention-grabbing outfit. However, Jude didn’t anticipate the way nearly everyone was staring at her by the time she reached the dais where the thrones sat. As she worked her way through the crowd, she was aware of all the eyes on her, of everyone seeing their queen in a new light, but she only paid attention to Cardan. Cardan, whose eyes had snapped towards the entrance to the room the second she was announced, who was clearly trying to figure out why his wife was wearing an outfit like that, who appeared to be choking on air as he saw the determined glint in Jude’s eyes as she lowered herself into her throne.

Everything was going perfectly. Jude knew that Cardan was struggling to maintain composure, mainly because his tail was swishing back and forth behind him, the tip occasionally flicking sharply towards her. She suppressed the grin working its way to her face, turning towards Cardan and looking him dead in the eyes for the first time since she had entered the throne room. His breath hitched ever so slightly.

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It was torture. Jude walked into the room confident and stunning, and immediately began ignoring Cardan in favor of speaking to people that came up to the dais in search of advice and conversations with the King and Queen. It took what felt like hours for her to say anything to him, evening though he was acutely aware of the way she suppressed a smirk every time she glanced his direction.

“So, how has your evening been?” Jude’s voice was cool and detached, as if she didn’t know exactly what she was doing to Cardan. He wanted to scream.

His mind was blank, all he could think of was the way Jude seemed to be glowing in the light of the throne room. If he tried very hard he could think about how this was definitely on purpose—why, he didn’t know—but every thought of Jude’s motives were very quickly interrupted by how ethereal she looked. He was trapped by her—which, if he was honest, was absolutely not a new thing, but it was definitively different this time.

“It’s been fine,” he finally choked out, trying his best to pretend unaffected. Jude smirked, clearly hearing the effect she had on him in his voice.

“Very well. I am so sorry for my late arrival, Tatterfell just spent longer than normal on my hair.” Cardan didn’t know enough about doing hair to say anything that contracted her excuse, but he did know enough about Jude to know that it wasn’t true.

“It’s alright.” Cardan decided that short responses would be best. Anything longer than a few words and he could accidentally blurt out too much—something about how stunning she looked or how he could usually barely resist her but like this, done up and confident and determined, made him vulnerable of giving away everything he had for her.

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Jude knew her plan was working. It was better than she had imagined. Cardan’s cool demeaner disrupted, leaving him stuttering short responses, looking as if he was going to lose it if he had to sit in his throne for a single second longer.

But, she couldn’t taunt him enough like this, while he was feet away on his throne and every word they said could be overheard by knights and wandering courtiers. So, Jude stood at the end of the current song, reaching her hand out to Cardan.

“Come, my King, won’t you dance with me?”

Cardan looked like he was fighting himself, his tail rapidly flicking back and forth, his dark eyes shimmering with lust and a spot of confusion, but eventually he stood without a word and took her hand, steering her down the stairs and into the crowd. But instead of going towards the area where faeries were congregating for the next song, he gripped her hand tight and led her to the secret room behind the thrones. His whole body was tense when he lightly pushed her through the door, firmly shutting it behind them.

“Cardan, what are you doing? We can’t exactly walk out in the middle of—” Jude was barely able to finish her sentence as she turned to face him before his lips were on hers.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked when his lips finally left hers, leaving them both panting and disheveled.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jude replied breathlessly as he worked his mouth down her neck, pushing her hair out of the way.

Jude didn’t even receive a verbal response, just a groan and a vague gesture at her body. It was enough to nearly make her laugh, if she knew all she had to do to create a barely coherent and perfectly agreeable Cardan was pretty outfits, she might have let Tatterfell dress her however she wanted back when she was Seneschal.

However, it perhaps wouldn’t have been a perfect solution seeing as she was quickly losing her coherence as well, only focusing on the way that Cardan’s lips felt on her rapidly heating skin and the desire pooling in her stomach. It felt like a dream. Like something she’d wake up from right when it got to this point, left alone in a cold bed, wishing that it were real.

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Cardan had never been happier that this was real. That his reality could consist of working his way back up Jude’s neck, leaving bruises in his path, listening to the sharp intake of her breath as he got to her jaw, just before he kissed her in earnest again. Then it was her hands in his hair, tugging sharply against his scalp, leaving him groaning and gasping into her mouth, vaguely aware of his tail snaking its way around her leg. It felt like the kind of thing he would dream of back when they were in school. The kind of thing that he would wake up from and go to that paper and write Jude Jude Jude until the paper ripped and his ink blotted the words, hoping that it could leave his mind. But this was real and happening right now and Jude was kissing back in a way that made him worry that his legs would give out and they’d be left sprawled on the floor.

He steered her toward the couch, as gracefully as he could with their bodies pressed against each other and his mouth never leaving hers, before slowly stepping back. Somehow Jude looked even better like this, eyes alight with passion and love, hair just barely messed up from his fingers, lips swollen and gasping for air. He couldn’t even be bothered to care about the way she looked smug, like she had been expecting this, hoping for him to lose control.

She twisted them around, pushing him to sit on the couch, before maneuvering herself onto his lap, one of her legs slipping out of a slit in her dress he hadn’t noticed before so that she held him down with her hips. It was all he could do to stop from groaning as she began to slide his coat off his shoulders before unbuttoning his shirt, her mouth following her fingers on the way down. As she got his shirt off of him, he was acutely aware of the arousal that had been building up all night reaching unbearable heights, and as she looked into his eyes, before moving to kiss him deeply, he could tell that she knew too.

He kissed her back as every ounce of self-control left his body—which admittedly was very little ever since he had led them to the hidden room—running his hands along her back, up her sides, everywhere he could reach. But as he struggled to find the tie to her dress, doing his best to not just rip the damn thing off, because he very much would like to see Jude wear it again, she pulled away.

Even with her eyes wild, looking halfway to thoroughly debauched, Jude managed to smirk in a smug way that made Cardan suddenly aware that he had lost some unknown game. As he tried to pull her back, pull her dress off, something, she simply leaned in, whispering in his ear, “You should just admit that you think I’m irresistible, we both know that’s what you’re thinking.”

And in that moment, he knew she would ruin him—if she hadn’t already—and all he could do was love her.

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years

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Could you please write a fic like the continuation of you said you would grow old with me that their child is born and jo tells their child about alex ?

wishin’ you were sitting here, right next to me

okay, this is being posted right at midnight (lets pretend) , happy new year! i’ll fix it later lol.

this is like a part two to ‘you said you’d grow old with me’. so if you haven’t read that one already, you can read it here!

Twelve year old Bree Karev sat on her bed in her room, confused, and even a little bit mad. Today marked yet another failed attempt to set her mom up on a date. Ever since she was eight, Bree had been trying to push guys toward her mom. It was never hard for her to convince men, one look at Jo and they’d be gone, but her mom politely declined. Every. Single Time.

Bree was a hopeless romantic. One that believed in happily ever afters and love at first sight. She knew that her mom was still in love with her dad, that she always would be, but it had been nearly thirteen years since his death. She just wanted her mom to be happy, and what better way to be happy than have someone to laugh with and smile until your cheeks hurt?

Never once had she seen her mom with a man that wasn’t a friend. No boyfriends, and as far as she knew, any potential one-night stands would’ve occurred when she was out of the house, so who knows if she even had any of those.

The girl is broken from her thoughts when she feels a soft knock on her door, looking up to see her mom in her doorway, a small smile on her face. “Get ready for bed, you have school tomorrow.” Jo says, about to turn around when her daughter’s voice stops her.

“Wait,” she says, looking at her mom with implying eyes. “Why do you always say no?” she asks.

Jo looks at her daughter, her small smile dropping from her face. Truthfully, she had fully forgotten about her daughter’s little set up from a few hours before, more focused on spending time with Bree than her attempts to meddle with her love life.

“I know you still love him, I do too. But, it’s been so long.” Bree says, not noticing how Jo’s eyes grow sad, too focused on picking at the skin near her fingernails.

Jo sighs, making her way over to her daughter’s bed and sitting down next to her, ruffling the grey and white floral comforter underneath them, which matched the rest of the bedroom’s decor.

“Why don’t you want to move on?” the girl asks.

Jo lets out a loud sigh. It was time Bree learned their story. Their crazy, messed up, love story that was like something out of a soap opera. She’d been putting it off for years, waiting until Bree was older, more mature. She would’ve preferably waited until she was sixteen, but she knew her (not-so-little) little girl was getting frustrated. Jo knew that Bree’s intentions were pure every time she tried to set her up. It wasn;t because she felt she didn’t have a father figure, it was something she wanted to do just for her mom.

The mom purses her lips, prepared to let the words flow out of her mouth. Right now, she wouldn’t let her brain filter through what she was going to say. She wasn’t going to hold back. Bree deserved that.

“Your dad taught me what love was- no, showed me what love was, real love.” she feels Bree’s eyes on her. Telling her daughter about her past was something that was terrifying her to her core. It was something she would’ve liked to keep secret, but knew that that couldn’t be the case.

Jo lets out a shaky breath. “I was twenty-two when I met Paul Stadler.” she starts, not needing to look over to know that her daughter’s eyes were wide. Her mom wasn’t one to talk about ex’s. Granted, Jo didn’t really have many.

“He was charming, funny, kind,” Jo huffs, taking her daughter’s hand in hers and rubbing her thumb against the back of it. It didn’t matter how many years passed, Paul and memories of what had been would always haunt her. While she was pregnant with Bree, her nightmares had started back up again. It wasn’t until a while later when she realized the only reason she stopped having them for all those years was because she had Alex holding her while she slept, when she felt completely safe. They had dialed down over the years, but occasionally she would wake up in cold sweats, her dreams feeling too close to reality.

“I thought he was Prince Charming, coming in and sweeping Cinderella off her feet,” she says honestly, feeling sorry for the girl she used to be. She stopped cursing herself for those years a long time ago. It wasn’t her fault what happened to her. It took years of therapy, but she knew that now. She was a survivor, not a victim. She saw what everyone else did in Paul, what he wanted to show.

“He was every girl’s dream. He seemed perfect. And that first year, he was.” She looks over at her daughter, her eyes glossed over. “So, when he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him-” Jo swallows roughly, squeezing Bree’s hand, “I said yes.”

The girl was shocked to say the least. Her mom had been married previously? Why had she never heard that before? Her mom was fairly open about her life, so why hadn’t she heard about her mom’s first husband?

Jo sighs, “After our wedding, Paul… changed,” she settles on, feeling Bree’s curious eyes on her. She really wished they were having this conversation when she was older. Bree was smart, mature, more so than other kids her age, but Jo still wanted to protect her from the world.

How was she supposed to tell her that monsters didn't live under the bed, but rather slept beside you every night?

“He was angrier, the Paul I had gotten to know fading away quicker than I could even realize it.” she squeezes Bree’s hand again, giving her the strength she needed. “About two months after we got married, everything shifted.” Jo knew that she wouldn't go into detail. No matter how strong her little girl was, no daughter needed to hear about the abuse their mother suffered.

Bree sat frozen on her bed, not knowing what to say.

“For three years, I was in a relationship that made me loose who I was. I was unrecognizable, he controlled everything. To say i was a shell of my former self is an understatement. I spent years trying to tell myself that he would go back to the man I fell in love with if I did what he wanted, if I did everything perfectly. It took me three years to figure out the man I fell in love with didn’t exist, it was all just a facade.

“After graduation I ran. I stole some money from him, ran away, and changed my name to Jo Wilson.”

Bree looks up to her mom, her palm held tightly in the woman's, “Jo’s not your real name?” she asks.

Jo shakes her head. “No, Jo is my real name. It’s just not the one I was born with. ‘Jo’ was always inside of me, the person I always was, she just never had the chance to come out.” she answers honestly.

“When I came to Seattle I had one goal, and that was to be the best surgeon I could be. I thought that maybe I'd date a few guys here and there, but nothing too serious. That obviously didn’t end up being the case.” she lets out a soft chuckle, letting the memories of her intern year flood back to her. God, back then she was so scared, so frightened so downright terrified. It was hard to believe that it was twenty years ago she first laid eyes on the man who became the love of her life. How time flies. She still remembers being that wide-eyed intern that thought Meredith was Medusa, who thought that Alex was the world’s largest asshole to walk the face of the earth.

It was crazy; how one person could have such a large impact on your life, to have been a part of the process of who you are today.

She decided that she needed to hurry the story along and not get too lost in the past. “When I first met your dad I hated him.” she says bluntly, making Bree’s eyes widen like saucers. Of all the things she was expecting to hear her mom say about her dad, finding out that she hated him at the beginning of it all was not one of them.

Jo chuckles, “It’s true. He was a huge asshole who’s already slept with all of my friends and flirted with any female that had two legs.” she smiles at the flashback pouring in through her head.

“Do you mind?”

“Sorry”

“Why are you following me?”

“I’m your intern for the day.”

“Hello intern, you have a name?”

“Jo Wilson.”

“Nice. I like chicks with boy’s names.”

“I have absolutely no interest in you since you’ve already slept with every single one of my friends”

How ironic, she thinks.

Jo tucks a strand of hair behind her daughter’s ear, looking into the eyes that were a mirror image of her own. Bree’s lips quirk up into a crooked grin, a sight that melted Jo’s heart every time. Their daughter had inherited Jo’s favorite feature about Alex.

“It only took getting drunk at a wedding, sharing about our crappy childhoods, and fake crying our way into a hotel room for us to become best friends overnight.” she lets a smile paint over her lips. “After that day we were inseparable. I would crash at his place most days of the week, passing out on the couch I bought for him after drinking beer, ordering take-out, and watching action movies together, oblivious to my feelings for him.”

Jo internally laughs at herself, trying to decide if she could go back in time whether she would’ve waited to get together with him or not. If she didn’t wait, she would’ve had longer with him, but something she always held so close to her was that they fell in love with each other even though they’d never kissed. She always thought it was just a small example of how strong their love for each other was.

“I dated a guy, the guy wasn’t a good guy. I finally realized I was in love with your dad when a tree came crashing through his living room.” she chuckles, Bree doing the same. Leave it up to her mom to have a life changing realization during the middle of a disaster

“This thought was weird, foreign to me. I’d never kissed him before, never really hugged him, so being in love with him was terrifying. But when he told me that he loved me?” Jo smiles, her eyes flutter shut as their conversation in the supply closet plays out before her.

“This place looks so different in the dark.”

“Yeah... You think the tree ruined my couch?”

“I think it ruined your entire living room.”

“Listen, I have to tell you something.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”

“I think I do and you shouldn’t.”

“Jo-”

“I’ll mess it up, Alex. I mess everything good in my life up, and… we work as friends really well, and-and I don’t want to mess that up.”

“You won’t mess anything up. Last night, before the tree, you asked me a question. You wanted to hear me say the words. So I'm… saying them right now.”

“I don't hear anything.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay but i’m-”

“I’m serious.”

“Fine.”

“I love you.”

“The first time we kissed and I looked into his eyes,” Jo shakes her head, bemused with herself. “All I could think was, ‘There you are, it's you. I’ve been waiting for you for so long’.” she chuckles despite herself, wiping the single tear making its way down her cheek, knowing that whenever Alex was right now, he was shaking his head at her, trying to hide a laugh at her heartfelt statement, but yet holding it close to his heart, knowing that she meant every word.

“We were far from perfect. We bickered back and forth, called each other names. Not to mention, our stubbornness always got in the way of us. But none of that really mattered, because at the end of the day, we’d fall asleep in each other’s arms, whether we were fighting or not. And even if we were fighting, he would always kiss me good morning and good night. Always. No matter what.” Jo lets out another huff of air, still being able to remember the feel of his lips on hers, the way they tasted, the way they moved. She smiles a small cheeky smile, “Good morning and goodnight kisses were important to him.”

She longed for it. Another kiss. Another moment. Another conversation. Another beer. Another crooked grin. Another boyish laugh. Another inappropriate joke. Another steamy shower. Another nuzzle with his scratchy beard. Another round of doughnuts in supply closets. Another chance to fake cry to get a hotel room. Another annoying comeback. Another hug. Another ‘I love you.’

One more second. One more second with him, so she could tell him about their beautiful little girl. One more second, so he could meet her, hold her, hug her. That’s all she wanted.

They sit in silence for a while, taking in the peace around them. Jo observes the light grey walls, white furniture, messy dresser, the string lights on the wall, the photos on the strings. Bree gets up unexpectedly, grabbing a photo from the wall walking back over to the bed with it in her hand, passing it to her mom as she sits down again.

Jo traces her finger over the photograph, a lighthearted smile making its way to her lips unconsciously. It was an older photo, one from about two years after she and Alex had started dating. It was a simple couple pose; Alex standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her middle, Jo leaning into him, her hands placed over his. She was smiling wide for the camera, while he was half-smirking, half-grinning.

“Oh oh! I wanna take a picture!” Jo exclaimed excitedly as she stood on the ferry boat, the sun casting a breathtaking pink, orange, and yellow glow over the normally dark blue water.

She hears him groan behind her as she leans over the railing, elbows resting on the bar as her hair blows in the breeze, a gentle smile painting her lips.

She was a sight to see, Alex couldn’t help but grin right then. He always loved her the most when she was like this; calm, messy hair, a little bit of leftover makeup from earlier, just completely content with herself and everything around her.

He watches as she tilts her head back, eyes closed as she lets the sun’s rays shine onto her face, creating a natural glow that only seemed to add to the beauty she so naturally possessed.

Jo looks over to him, flashing Alex an overly sweet, sugary smile. “Pleaseee.” she begs, eyes dancing with childlike joy. He would gladly do it, he just didn’t want to look like a tourist. He freaking hated tourists.

He mumbles something inaudible, which Jo takes as an opportunity to ask again. “Just one! Please Alex, just one picture!” she gives him her best puppy dog eyes, pointing up one finger to show him that she was true to her word.

“Fine.” he huffs, scratching the back of his neck and extending his palm, “Gimme your phone.”

His girlfriend gives him a confused look, “Um no, what do you think you’re doing?” she asks, furrowing her brows.

Alex’s face twisted into one of incredulously, “Taking your picture?” he asks.

Jo shakes her head, “No, you’re taking the picture with me.”

Alex grimaces, “Nuh-uh.” he hated taking pictures. His smile was weird and he felt like a gun was being pointed to his head whenever someone tried to correct the crookedness of his grin.

“Please Alex,” Jo pleads, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

She could see the internal battle playing in his head. He normally wouldn’t mind taking a photo, but there were people around, and if there was one thing Alex Karev hated, it was public embarrassment.

But how could he resist her? He couldn’t, so with a huff and a ‘you’re lucky i love you’ mumbled under his breath he watches as Jo asks a random woman to take their photo. He wraps his arms around her, her fingers interlacing with his as she leans back into him, standing between his legs with her head against his chest.

“One, two, three, smile!” the woman says enthusiastically.

Before three, Alex quirks his lips up, reaching down slightly so he could speak in Jo’s ear. “Tourist.” he says, making her laugh right as the woman took the photo.

Jo feels her daughter's eyes on her, but she still looks at the photo. They looked so young, so free. Back then the only care was whether or not Meredith would be coming over to kick her out of bed that night. Fun times.

“I just want you to smile like that again.” Bree says quietly, Jo’s eyes snapping up with confusion.

“Sweetie…” she trails off, tucking a stand of her daughter’s long brown hair behind her ear, eyes shining with unshed tears. She picks up a photo from Bree’s dresser, holding it side by side to the picture of her and Alex.

“I smile like that all the time.” she grins, the same smile on her face now as it was in the two photographs in her hand.

Bree had never looked at it like that before. The two smiles were identical, you could tell when you held them next to each other. She grins widely, she makes her mom as happy as her dad did.

The girl feels her mom wipe a stray tear, one she hadn't even noticed had escaped her eyes. JO wraps and arm around Bree, pulling her into a side hug, holding her there for as long as she pleases.

“How different do you think life would be if he was still here?” she asks her mom, eyes glossy and shining with love.

Jo chuckles, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Well…” she starts off. It felt good talking about Alex. She had never talked about him like this before. She told stories, spewed little facts here and there, but never went into too much detail, fearing that it would hurt too much. Turns out, it actually felt really good.

“You would have siblings, that’s for sure.” Bree shoved her mom’s shoulder, a laugh escaping her lips. The mood grew more serious, “But, if he was still here…” she looks into the corner of the room, imagining the love of her life standing there right now, arms crossed in front of his chest, signature crooked grin plastered in his lips, a little child hanging onto his leg like a monkey.

“He would’ve braided your hair.” her eyes grow teary as she smiles softly. “And, he would’ve called you Princess.” she swallows the lump in her throat. “You two would always be getting into trouble together. God, you would’ve been such a daddy’s girl.” she doesn’t even bother to wipe a tear from her cheek, knowing that they would just keep coming. “There would be full cooked breakfasts on the table nearly every morning, since he would get up early just to make it. And he would say that you weren’t allowed to date until you were forty.” she laughs.

Bree looks up at her mom, confused. “But Mom, you do all that.”

Jo smiles, placing another kiss on the top of her head full of brown hair. “I know, and I do it because it’s what he would’ve done.” she wipes tears from her daughter's cheeks.

“But I want you to know that I love you, okay?” Jo reassures her. “I love you more than anything else in this world, you hear me? And even though your dad’s not here right now,” she points to her heart, water dripping down her cheeks rapidly, her voice squeaky and broken. “He’s right here, with me. Every second of every day. And I miss him, I will never stop missing him, but that doesn’t mean I will ever love you any less. And I am so happy baby. I am so, so happy, and that’s because of you, okay?”

Bree wipes at her eyes, smiling up at her mom. “Okay, I love you mom.”

Jo gives her a watery grin, placing a delicate kiss on her forehead, “I love you too Bree. So much.”

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years

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Life in Pink

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~1,200 Author’s Note: Spotify randomly brought me the song Life in Pink by The Ready Set today. I’d never actually heard it that I can remember, but I was instantly like “oh that’s a story!” and it was one of those things where my brain wouldn’t let me focus on anything else until I got this done. At first it wasn’t even gonna be Halloween related, but a quick edit made it so I didn’t have to wait to post this it lol

If Frank had to describe (YN) in one word, it would be pink.

Not because of her appearance, or wardrobe, but because of her whole aura, her presence. A total stranger would have felt the warmth and affection she radiated toward everyone. It was as if she heard the expression "leave a little glitter everywhere you go" and she made it her personal mission to do just that. She could charm her way into any party and the host would only be mad at themselves for not inviting her in the first place.

Now he was standing in the corner of a Halloween party, feeling glad the actual day, his birthday, wasn't for another week as he wouldn't want to spend here. Unless (YN) would be there, he'd hang out in a trash dump if it meant hanging out with her. Luckily he didn't have to sit in trash tonight, as she had just walked into the party, but hadn't spotted him yet. Of course she was dressed as a princess, while he was dressed as a disgusting monster. It was an accurate representation of both of them he thought.

He watched her as she moved through the crowd. (YN) kissed her friends hello and he wondered how soon she would finally make her way to him. He lived for the moments when her lips grazed across his cheek, or she wrapped him in a hug.

But he also knew the other side of her that she didn’t let anyone else see. The sad days, the lonely days. There weren't many people she trusted with that kind of information, not wanting to be a burden on anyone else, but she had let Frank in and he always wondered why she chose him. Maybe because more often than not he was sad and lonely, closed off from others, the opposite of her.

"Hey Frank!" She greeted him with a big smile, eyes sparkling as she pulled him into a hug. She smelled good. She always smelled good, like fresh laundry. It made him almost happy to do his own because it reminded him of her.

"Hey (YN)," his expression warming now that he was in her orbit.

"You looked like a lonely zombie over here, so I thought I'd come join you."

"You don't have to worry about me," he replied, looking down at his cup of stale, room temperature beer. "I'm good."

She gave him a knowing look. "Come on, let's at least go someplace quieter, I feel like we haven't talked in forever!"

Frank acquiesced and they made their way out the front door. "Wanna stay here, or walk?" He asked.

(YN) pondered for a moment. "Walk."

Frank dropped his beer on the lawn, and they made their way to the sidewalk.

"So how've you been? Honestly?" She asked.

"Honestly?" He replied. "Ok I guess. Nothing's going on one way or another, just waiting for my next gig."

"Are you gonna invite me to the next My Chem show?"

"You wanna go?" He asked, surprised.

"Duh! You're amazing! You guys are amazing."

A smile broke across Frank's face at her compliment as they arrived at a small park. They made their way to the swings and sat down. "You just wanna get with the lead singer," he said in a joking tone, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was right. All the girls loved Gerard. Hell, all the boys did too, himself included, the guy was gorgeous, but nothing compared to (YN).

"Mmm no, I like guitarists better," she replied as she started to swing.

Frank drew his eyebrows together in confusion. "I'll let Toro know that he has a chance then," he replied and (YN) laughed.

"Oh Frank," she sighed.

Frank kicked at the gravel as (YN) kept swinging. The squeaking of the chains and the rustling of her skirt in the breeze were the only noises in the moonlit park.

"I'm gettin cold," Frank said suddenly as a chill shook through him. "Only you could drag me out of a perfectly warm party."

(YN) laughed. "You know you love me, Frankie."

"I do," he replied out loud, surprised at how easily the words slipped out.

"Ok Frankie," she replied with another laugh.

Frank's mind was spinning. He could leave it alone and let her keep thinking that he meant nothing by it. Friends tell each other they love the other all the time right?

Or.

Or he could be honest. He could tell her that he's been hopelessly, pathetically in love with her since he first saw her.

"No, (YN), I really do love you. I am in love with you!"

(YN) let her feet drag in the gravel as she swung back down. Confusion on her face turning to surprise. "You... Oh!"

"Sorry," he said, getting up and walking away. Why had he bothered telling her how he felt? She could never love a guy like him back. She deserved someone like Ray, with a warm heart, or like Gerard, gorgeous and creative. He was so lost in thought and self pity that he didn't hear the crunching of gravel behind him.

"Frank!" She said grabbing his hand, making him stop in his tracks and face her. "You didn't let me respond."

"It's ok, you don’t have-"

"I love you too Frankie. Not just as a friend, but like, in love. Really really in love. When I first met you, I actually didn't ever think someone as cool and tough as you could stand to be around someone like me for more than five minutes, but you've always been so kind and genuine and that's why I felt like I could be more honest and open with you than anyone else I know. And the fact that you never bailed on me just made me fall even harder. I just really never thought you'd ever feel the same."

He realized his hand was still intertwined with hers, so with his free hand he reached up and caressed her cheek. Her skin was so perfectly soft, but a little cold from the night air. She leaned into the touch and Frank felt like his heart was going to burst.

"I love you so much (YN)," he said again before leaning in and kissing her with every ounce of pent up love and affection he'd ever felt toward her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight against her as she kissed him back. He never wanted his moment to stop. He could die right then and he'd be satisfied.

When they pulled back, he searched her face for any glimmer of regret, but despite the fog from their breath swirling between them, he saw nothing but love and adoration on her face, he leaned in again, kissing her sweetly. When they parted, they walked hand in hand back to the party.

"Wait, your birthday is next week! What do you want for your birthday?" She asked looking up at him excitedly.

"I got everything I could ever want right here, right now," he replied with a soft smile before lifting her hand and pressing a kiss to it.

#frank iero x reader #frank iero fan fic #frank iero fan fiction #frank iero imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction

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crobby · 4 years

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mistakes were made

word count: 1285

pairing: peter parker/johnny storm

summary: spidey makes an onlyfans account. it doesn’t go well for him.

for the spideytorch gc bwahaha

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Peter’s not a charity case, he’s just… making a financial choice that may involve getting practically free money from strangers.

Things are a bit tight right now, is all. JJJ is paying him even less than usual, rent got bumped up, and he needs to pay for a repair on the spidey suit after an especially gnarly battle.

So, yeah, he could use some extra cash, which is why he’s up at ten-at-night slouched over his computer and creating an OnlyFans account.

It’s a perfectly respectable thing to do in his situation. He’s not going to be posting spider-porn or anything like that. He doesn’t know what he’ll post, actually. People would probably pay to see Spider-Man do anything, even just read a book. Oh! He could do little biology lessons. That’s a great idea because he’s literally a biology teacher. Big brain boy.

After putting the final touches on his account, he gets set up to start filming. He’s not going to splurge on fancy equimptment, so his phone camera and a lamp are going to have to do.

He feels weird talking to an inanimate object as if it was a real person but he makes it work. Adding in his usual brand of bad jokes to help ease the awkwardness of it all, he goes over a (not-so) simple biology concept and posts it. An hour later, he checks his phone to see hundreds of notifications. That was quick, he thinks.

Peter gets on a posting schedule, releasing a few videos each week. He quickly amasses hundreds of thousands of followers after Tweeting about it on his Spider-Man account. It’s not verified, but people generally accept that it’s actually him.

He was right about the whole ‘I can post about literally anything and people will eat it up’ thing. He doubts anyone actually cares about biology; they just want to see his face--well, Spider-Man’s face.

Peter’s never been more liquid in his life; he’s got cash flowing out the wazoo. It’s nice, which is why something has to go wrong. The infamous Parker Luck never lets him catch a break.

The day in question starts out fine; he catches his train, doesn’t get mugged, and there’s no villainry for him to stop.

It’s when he walks into the school that things begin to take a turn for the worse. His students are whispering, which is normally fine because they’re asshole kids but today they seem like they’re all whispering about the same thing: him. On top of that, several students whoop and whistle at him in the halls.

Something’s up.

He makes his way into his classroom, trying his best to avoid anyone and everyone. After a bit, the students start filing in.

A boy shouts, “Get it Mr. Parker!”

Peter’s head shoots up from where it was bent over various papers. “Excuse me?”

“We saw what your husband tweeted,” a girl pipes up, blushing.

“I--what?” Peter scrambles to find his phone in his messy bag.

The girl places a hand over her mouth. “You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t know,” Peter snaps. Oops, he really shouldn’t snap at his students. He finally finds his phone and opens up Twitter to see an alarming amount of missed notifications. Yikes. Going directly to Johnny’s Tweet, he nearly bursts a blood vessel.

Johnny Storm

@thehumantorch

Yeah, me, my husband, and Spider-Man had a threesome. What about it?

Why on Earth did he post that?!

“Give me a second,” he tells his students, angrily dialing Johnny’s number and stepping out into the hall.

It rings once before Johnny answers, “Hey babe.”

“Hey? That’s all you have to say? Hey?”

“Oh. You saw the Tweet.”

“Yeah I saw the Tweet! What the fuck, Johnny?”

“Hear me out! It was necessary! Okay so basically I accidentally walked into the background of one of your videos in my underwear and everyone thought that I cheated on you with Spider-Man and people were getting really mad about it so I had to do some damage control!”

“Your idea of ‘damage control’ was to tell the entire world that we had a threesome?!”

A startled student looks up at him from the water fountain. Sorry, he mouths to her, pointing at his phone.

“It was the best I could come up with! People believed it and nobody thinks you’re Spider-Man! I think I did alright!”

“I have an entire class of teenagers making fun of me right now! Nothing about this is alright!”

Johnny pauses. “I, ah, didn’t think about that.”

Peter pinches the bridge of his nose. “What are we gonna do about this?”

“I don’t think we can do anything, hon. People will stop talking about it eventually.”

Sighing, Peter resigns himself to his fate. “Yeah, okay. You’re right. Sorry I got so mad.”

“Lol it’s okay, sorry for making some teenagers make fun of you.”

“Did you just… say ‘lol’ out loud?”

“Yes.”

“I--okay. I’ve got to go. Bye, love you.”

“Love you too!”

Peter hangs up, pocketing his phone and heading back into the classroom. “Sorry about that, I had to… talk to someone. Let’s do some biology, yeah?”

Getting into the lesson, he can almost forget the shitshow on the internet. Almost.

A boy raises his hand.

“Go ahead,” Peter says.

“Is it true?”

Peter plays dumb. “What, that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell? Yeah, that’s true.”

“No, the thing about Spider-Man.”

Peter sighs. They’re all looking at him expectantly and he can’t really deny it at this point without raising a whole horde of other questions.

“Yep,” he lies, “It’s true. No more questions about it, though.”

The statement is met with a chorus of disappointed groans.

“Come on, biology is better than gossip,” he tries.

“No, it’s not.”

“Regardless, we’re not talking about this anymore. Get your textbooks out and turn to page three-hundred and ninety-four.”

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Peter was graced with three lovely, peaceful weeks before shit hits the fan. Again.

He’s teaching, just like last time--why do bad things always happen when he’s teaching?--and he’s just told a hilarious joke when he notices a student acting weirdly.

It’s not the ‘I have a vape pen hidden in my sleeve and I really hope you don’t notice’ type of weird. Peter’s not sure what type of weird this is, just that he doesn’t like it.

He tries to ignore it--he really does--but the kid’s barely hiding the fact that he’s doing something, which is gathering the attention of a handful of other kids.

He peeks over the boy’s shoulder as he hands out worksheets to find him watching one of his OnlyFans videos. That’s not good.

“Care to tell me why you’re on your phone in the middle of class?”

The kid jumps. “Sorry, Mr. Parker! I wasn’t doing anything--just, uh…”

“Watching Spider-Man’s OnlyFans videos?”

“...Yeah. Do you steal his jokes?”

Peter frowns. “What?”

“It’s just--a minute ago, you said the same joke he did in this video.” The boy turns up the volume and rewinds the video to the point where Spider-Man does, in fact, say the exact same joke Peter said not even five minutes ago.

“Why does his voice sound like yours?” a girl asks innocently, not knowing that she just ruined Peter’s whole life.

“It, uh... doesn’t?” he stammers.

“No, it definitely does,” a boy says, “Wait! Oh my gosh, you didn’t have a threesome with your husband and Spider-Man, you are Spider-Man!”

The students break out into a roar of chatter, all asking questions and sharing their own theories.

“Nope,” Peter decides, walking out of the classroom--nay, out of the country. This is it. He’s done for.

He never should’ve made that OnlyFans account.

#my fic #peter parker #johnny storm #spideytorch #spider man fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #marvel comics #spider man #spider-man #spiderman #human torch #peter's a teacher in this one #and he and johnny are married #my writing #mine

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commanderbensolo · 4 years

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Anywhere With You

A little fic done for my darling pal @thomasscresswell. I hope you enjoy it my gal :)

Pairing: Phillip Altman x Reader

Word Count: 1, 317

Warnings: One mention of drugs and alcohol which is not explicit, making out, lots of fluff <3

Prompt: “Why are you looking at me like that?”

This is post-movie, so not canon, but oh well, it’s Phillip Altman lol

“Phillip, are you ready? The guests are going to be here any minute!” It was a warm summer night in August, and his mother had decided to host a BBQ for some of the family and some old family friends. It was one of those occasions where he had to look presentable (didn’t he always though) and he wasn’t allowed to get drunk or high. But, there was an upside.

Y/N was going to be there.

Y/N was an old family friend, and was the same age as Phillip. They had known each other since they were children, and had been firm friends all through high school before she had gone off to college on the other side of the country. They had eventually lost touch, and had moved on from each other.

Well, she had moved on.

Phillip hadn’t exactly moved on from Y/N. They were never romantically involved, so he technically had nothing to move on from, but until she had left, and for a few years afterwards, he had developed very strong feelings for his best friend. However, she had just arrived back in time for the event, and he was looking forward to seeing her since he had now finally dampened that flame that he felt for his childhood friend.

“Phillip! Will you hurry up?” Hilary shouted up the stairs and he sighed as he took one last look in his mirror, smoothing down his dress shirt (which had a few buttons undone, he refused to wear a tie, and the sleeves rolled up) before shouting back down to his mother.

“Coming mom!”

“Oh Y/N it’s so good to see you!” Hilary cried as she brought you in for a hug, which you tightly reciprocated. It felt good to be back in town after so many years of studying and going through residency (you were a doctor now) and it felt nice to be around so many friendly faces.

And then you saw.

Phillip Altman.

He looked around the room until he spotted you, his eyes widening and his pace quickening as he came over to greet you, rhythmically steering a path amongst the many people gathered on the back lawn. When he reached you, he pulled you in for a tight hug, before pulling back and smiling widely at you.

“I er, erm I mean- Hi Y/N!” He said a little too loudly and you smiled at him, laughing a little in order to diffuse the weird tension around the two of you.

“Hi, Phil, it’s lovely to see you, how you doing bud?”

“I’m pretty great ya know, just trying to get stuff done and get my life in order, how about you?”

“Well, I became a doctor about 2 and ½ years ago, and honestly I can say med school is the best decision I ever made, even if it was across the country.” By now, you and Phil have managed to sneak into the quiet kitchen for a couple of extra sodas, taking advantage of the quiet atmosphere by actually being able to speak to each other.

“Phillip, can I talk to you a minute? Like about something serious?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t fly out last year to support all of you, with the funeral and your father’s death, I’m really sorry I wasn’t there,”

Phillip looks up at you from where he was staring at the wall behind you and gives you a sad smile. “It’s okay, I understand.”

“Your mom did ask me to fly out, and I was ready to, but then a patient underneath my care went into critical condition and I couldn’t make the flight or fly out to see you all because I had to stay on until she became stable.”

“That sounds awful, I’m sorry you had to go through that, which must have been hard.”

“Thankfully she came through, but it was hard to watch yeah, but I managed to keep a clear head. Anyway, I’m really sorry I wasn’t here for you, I wish I had been,”

You say this as tears start to form in your eyes and Phillip comes over to pull you into a tight hug, shushing you gently with that deep of voice of his and carding his fingers through the long strands of your hair cascading over your shoulders.

You blink away your tears into his chest before extracting your arms from around his waist, carefully wiping your eyes and looking up at him with a smile, cocking your head in confusion when you see his expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You say curiously, confused at the way his eyes are rapidly searching your face, as though looking for something and then finally lighting up like he had found it.

“Y/N, if I do something that is definitely appropriate since we are childhood friends, how mad are you going to be on a scale of 1-10?”

You laugh a little before answering.

“Well, I have no boyfriend, and as long as you don’t grab my ass then we’re good. So I’d say a 0.”

“Okay, here goes then. Please don’t kill me afterwards,” is all he says before his lips are softly on yours; practically ghosting them as though they weren’t even there.

He pulls back before they can fully touch and he looks like he going to say something before you grab his shirt to pull him back down so his lips can finally meet yours, crashing together in a blend of passion and roughness, clashing and chasing each other in a hot, fiery dance as you embrace each other.

“How long,” you say between kisses, “have you wanted to do that?” You gasp as he nips your lower lip with his teeth and you reciprocate the gesture, causing a groan to escape his full and now-swollen from kissing lips.

He pulls back, panting before placing another kiss on your lips, before answering you breathlessly.

“Remember that douchebag you dated in senior year?”

“Errmm, Matt?”

“Yeah, remember when you punched him because you found out he was cheating?”

“Yes, vividly. It was a very proud moment for me, you were there with me, and you took me for pizza and we watched a movie here afterwards so I could drown my post-adrenaline and break-up sorrows in ice-cream.”

“Well, I’ve wanted to do that since that night. We nearly kissed, but you ended up falling asleep on my chest and since you didn’t bring it up, I assumed you had forgotten. I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up sooner.”

“No, it’s fine. I thought you had forgotten or I had gotten my signals crossed so I felt embarrassed bringing it up, and then you got with that girl towards the end of senior year-“

“Monica?”

“Yeah, Monica, and I just kinda tried to move on, I don’t think it worked though,” you say with a little laugh. As you both just look at each other, you feel a warm feeling course through your body and settle in your stomach.

You can’t help but bring him in a for a kiss, this one softer and slower as your lips fit perfectly against each other, moving in an endless dance that feels like it has been memorised even though it is so new. It feels so natural, to be with him like this.

“I was gonna say let’s re-join the party, but I kinda just wanna go and do something with you,” Phillip admits as he blushes slightly and you laugh, placing one last kiss on his beautiful lips before pulling back to look at him.

“Well, I still have my purse with me and I didn’t bring a jacket, so I’m all set to sneak away if you are,”

“Yeah, I’m ready, where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere with you is perfect,”

And it was. It really was.

#phillip altman x reader #phillip altman #phillip altman x you

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photorose11 · 4 years

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An Unbreakable Bond Ch.2

I apologize for posting this so late. I ended up working a ten hour shift today, I got home and my daughter was not happy tonight at all. lol It took me awhile to write this on my laptop and post it. But here it is! Chapter Two to ‘An Unbreakable Bond’ I ended up reading this chapter several times over adding some things and fixing errors. I am done with chapter three already, but will have to wait to post until tomorrow night if I have time. I hope you enjoy chapter two! It was fun writing this one. (Chapter three is my favorite so far btw. I can’t wait to post that one.) oh and great song recommendation for this chapter. “Still Have You” by Freya Ridings which is actually the title of the third chapter but honestly this song works so well for both chapters. ❤️

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach. (If only..)

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Chapter Two: Slowly Unraveling.

He had won the battle. Rukia knew that he would. But it had come with a price, she could see he was upset about Ginjo's death. The whole thing was fucked up, they all knew that.

"You're staying for now, right Rukia?"

She turned around to see Renji and her brother looking at her, waiting for her reply. She gave a small smile and nodded her head.

"Yes, I had requested two weeks off and they were approved."

Originally, she was not going to take any time off. The last two years she had been working non stop since being promoted to Lieutenant. Renji had been telling her for some time now that she needed to take a break, she was wearing herself out. Her brother even confronted her one evening and told her he thought it would be best she take a break and take some time for herself. After talking with him about it, she reluctantly agreed that she would.

She had never told anyone, not even Renji; but she only worked so hard all the time because it helped distract her from thinking about how much she missed Ichigo. She could not show anyone how depressed she really was, It was exhausting. But she knew it was what she had to do in order to keep moving forward.

After Kisuke Urahara had asked her if she would like to help assist him with restoring Ichigo's powers, she knew the perfect time to take her time off would be once his powers were returned. She would want to spend her time off with no one else but him and his family. She also really missed their friends Orihime, Ishida and Chad. She knew they had been involved with the battles with the Fullbringers, but she received word that they were all okay and only suffering from migraines due to temporarily having their memories messed with. She would have to call them tomorrow. She was excited to see them.

Renji took a few steps towards Rukia, giving her a stern look.

"'I’m glad you're finally taking time off." he said to his friend, with a smile growing on his face. He slowly leaned forward, in response the raven haired Shinigami slowly leaned backwards.

'What the hell is this idiot doing?"

"By the way, I know why you're taking your time off here." Rukia raises an eyebrow at his odd whispering. He just gives her a wide grin and winks. She rolls her eyes at his stupidity, looking away with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Stop that, Renji! It's weird." She couldn't help but give a smile back at her friends anitics though.

She hadn't told him how much she missed Ichigo, but he knew. There were nights the first year after her return where he would find her at one of the bars sitting in a corner, drinking sake by herself after work. She had never done that before. He would sit with her and keep her company. He still remembered how utterly broken she looked.

A moment later Byakuya walks up to Rukia and his Lieutenant, clearing his throat in order to get their attention. He turns towards his sister, and notices that she has a slight blush to her cheeks and Renji snickering behind his hand.

He does not even want to know what that's about.

"Be safe during your time in The World of The Living. I am glad you are taking the time off that you need and deserve. You have worked hard these last two years, there is nothing wrong with taking time for yourself."

Rukia looks up at her brother, surprised by his words. She knew that he had been concerned about her well being the last two years even if he hadn't said it. The fact that he had confronted her about taking time off proved to her enough that he was indeed worried about her. She bows respectfully before speaking.

"Thank you very much, Nii-sama. I promise I will be safe during my time here in The World of The Living." She looks back up at her brother, giving him a genuine smile. If she looked closely, she could see in return he gave her a small smile back. Renji has noticed, and was looking at his Captain like he had suddenly grown two heads. With his mouth agap, he looked towards Rukia and then back to Captain Kuchiki; clearly in shock to seeing his Captain showing emotion.

Rukia watched her brothers gaze turn away from her and saw him staring behind her.

"Ichigo Kurosaki!"

Rukia's eyes widened. This was it. She would be talking to Ichigo very shortly. She tried to calm her racing heart as Ichigo walked up, standing beside her.

"Byakuya Kuchik. It's good to see you again, same to you Renji." He gave them a sincere smile, truly happy to see them both again. He was even happy to see Byakuya. (He honestly never thought he would think that, ever.) He never thought he would see them again.

"Rukia has informed me she will be spending her time off here in The World of The Living. I am sure she will be staying with you. I am aware Rukia can take care of herself, but I still expect you to keep her safe and make sure she enjoys her time off."

Ichigo's eyes widened at the Captain's words. He did not know Rukia would be staying temporarily. He had seen the Lieutenant badge on her arm, and with her promotion; he figured she was not allowed to stay here for any long periods of time. He gave the older Kuchiki a grin.

"I completely understand, Byakuya. You know I will protect her with my life, you have my word." With that said, he looked down at Rukia, giving her a small smile before looking back up at her brother and Renji.

"Good. We will take our leave then. I will see you in two weeks, Rukia. Take care." With that he nodded to Ichigo and Rukia before turning. By then Renji had opened the gate about twenty feet away from where his friends stood. After Byakuya went through, Renji turned around and waved at the pair.

"Ichigo, do me a favor will ya and cheer her up! She's been so damn depressed the last two years, who the hell knows why." he said with a knowing grin on his face. The pair blushed looking away from one another.

"She's been working her ass off every day for two years straight! Go buy her some candy and do everything she says! or she'll-"

"Kick my ass! I know! I got you, Renji!" The two men give each other and understanding look, before the red headed Shinigami walks through the gate and it closes behind him, disappearing from view.

After that it is silent.

Rukia doesn't know what to say, she's at a loss for words. She's been wanting this moment since the day she went back to Soul Society. Now that she has it, she's frozen.

She musters up the courage to turn and face her best friend, and is once again speechless when she looks into his eyes. She can read him like a book and the look in his eyes is reminding her of that night three weeks ago when she heard him say those three words.

"Rukia."

"Ichigo."

She feels like she is going to have a heart attack. It is crazy what he can make her feel just by looking at her. She says the first thing she can think of that seems appropriate in this moment, considering the battle that just happened.

"I'm really sorry about what happened with Ginjo." She says somberly, while reaching a hand out to hold his. He grips onto her hand, and instinctively intertwines their fingers. He looks down at her, giving a sad smile.

"It's okay. I just.. I feel like I should still be mad at him for betraying me. I was really starting to think he was becoming a friend. But he's gone now, and I can't be mad about it." He said it all just above a whisper but she heard him perfectly. She understood.

Before Rukia can process what she's doing, she's stepping closer to him; still holding onto his hand with her left. She slowly wraps her right arm around his waist and lays her forehead on his chest. She lets out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

He wraps his free arm around her shoulders, holding onto her. He is sad for who he thought was his friend, but he is so happy in this moment to be able to see her now and hold her. He can feel himself slowly starting to unravel at the seems. He rests his chin on the top of her head, and closes his eyes.

"I really missed you, Rukia."

She buries her head deeper into the front of shirt, holding onto him tighter; while trying not to sniffle. But she really feels like crying. She ends up sniffing anyway and to her it sounds pathetic.

‘Oh Kami, I really hope he didn't hear that!'

"Don't cry, Rukia."

“Shit, he did hear.’

“If you do, I'm going to cry too."

Her eyes widened at that. His voice was thick with emotion, to her it sounded like he was holding back tears. She sniffles once more, before slowly pulling away and looking up at him. The look on his face wasn't one of sadness, but happiness. His eyes were glazed over with unshed tears but he had a smile on his face, a genuine smile. She was not sure if she would ever see his smile again.

Before she can think it through she quickly leans up on her tip toes and wraps her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face there. She's pretty sure he's gotten taller. It's obvious he has grown up in the years that have passed. She wishes she had been there to see him grow, but she will take this none the less.

He wraps his arms around her waist, holding onto her tightly. Her feet are barely touching the ground. He can feel her tears on his neck, it makes his heart clench in his chest. He had only seen Rukia cry a handful of times. He was struggling to hold his back. How did he go over two years without her?

"I missed you so much." She says through her tears. She felt like a pathetic fool for crying, but he was here and he could see her now and kami he loves her and he has no idea she even knows.

They definitely needed to talk.

"Let's go home, Rukia. We can talk there."

She pulls away slowly, looking up at him while nodding her head. He gives her one of those smiles again, the ones only meant for her; before gently wiping the tears off her cheeks. They settle on a decent walking pace side by side. He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers again; like it is something they do every day. She feels a shock go through her and it almost makes her stop. She looks up at him, he's slightly blushing and trying not to meet her gaze. She's nervous about their talk at the house, but something tells her the next two weeks will be wonderful.

#ichiruki #ichiruki fanfic #ichiruki fanfiction #ichigo kurosaki #kuchiki rukia #rukia kuchiki #kurosaki ichigo #ichigo x rukia #an unbreakable bond #chapter two #bleach #bleach fanfiction #rukia #ichigo #abarai renji #byakuya kuchiki #love #ichigo and rukia #fanfiction

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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friendlier, friendliest, george x reader

request: from anon: hi!! idk if you are accepting requests, it’s totally fine if you don’t do it, but maybe a George x reader with the prompts “you’re on thin ice” and “maybe if we were alone”? tysm!! | omg OF COURSE

prompt: “you’re on thin ice” / “maybe if we were alone”

warnings: the only warning i have for y’all is pure astonishment since i’m writing again!!! not sure how long this inspiration will last but i am here for it so we shall see! to the anon who messaged me: thank you for your own prompts and i am so sorry this is so late :( i haven’t written much on here in the last two years or so and sometimes i have spurts of inspiration but most times i don’t lol. but i am taking advantage of this bout of inspo so if you see this post - THIS IS FOR YOU! <3

Potions Classroom

“You’re on thin ice, Georgie,” I said sternly, but as usual, he let it roll right off his shoulders and he just laughed at me. “Wafer thin ice.”

The potions classroom was dark, dull, and smelly, as it always was. Professor Snape was making his way around the room, observing everyone’s potions and time was ticking very, very slowly. Behind me, the Weasley twins were busy pretending to be working, but instead, they were taking turns driving me absolutely bloody mad. Potions was my least favorite of all of my classes—Professor Snape made me extremely tense and the classroom gave me the creeps—and those silly boys knew it. Each time I turned towards the other side of my desk for another ingredient, I’d turn back to see fake spiders crawling into my cauldron, or one of the boys dropping bits of a wrong ingredient so as to make my potion turn a wrong color and send me into panic—anything to make me jump and get in trouble with Professor Snape.

I ducked down, keeping a strict eye on my cauldron, and grabbed a flask underneath my desk. I was sure they hadn’t done anything, but suddenly, I saw a tiny little frog hop from the edge of my desk straight into my perfectly brewed potion. Before I could catch it, I yelled out, “No!” The whole class, including Professor Snape, turned my way and my potion exploded in a depressing, slimy yellow color, all over my desk and robes. Everyone was silent under the laughter. Behind me, I heard George say, “Huh...only needed one frog. Who’d have known?”

“WEASLEY! Y/N!” Professor Snape suddenly yelled. I wiped the dripping potion away from my face and turned towards him. Next to me, George could not seem to contain his laughter, and I shot him a look. On his desk, another tiny frog let out a ribbet. “Detention, both of you!”

“But Professor—” I tried.

“Enough of this!” Snape was angered. “Detention, tonight—do not be late. I have nothing against adding more detention and taking more house points. Clean this up. NOW.”

I immediately shut my mouth, but George still could not take anything seriously. When Snape walked away, he leaned over and said to me, “Hey, at least the potions color matches your robes—”

“I swear to Merlin, Weasley, no funny business tonight. You’ve already been driving me bloody mad.��

George took a rag from the middle table and began to remove some of the excess potion from his robes. “We’ll see about that.”

Hufflepuff Common Room, Later that evening

A shower, a change, and four classes later, and my detention was almost here. I watched from the Hufflepuff common room as the snow fell lightly outside, and I wished I could be out there instead of being stuck in a dark, dingy Potions classroom cleaning out unwashed cauldrons with George Weasley.

“He got you so good,” M/F/N said, giggling from across the room in front of the fireplace. She was sipping on some tea and flipping through the pages of a book.

I stood up and slipped on my shoes. “Don’t look so thrilled for me, M/F/N,”

“Oh come on,” she laughed. Students had been filtering in and out, but now, it seemed to be quiet. “You two have been at this for years.”

“At what? Trying to outmess one another? Sure, have been since the first time I met those two pranksters on the Hogwarts express. But they’ve been out of control lately, driving me up the bloody wall,” I pulled my long hair up into a ponytail and placed my hands on my hips when I saw the smirk coming from M/F/N. “What?” I asked smugly.

She shook her head and took a sip of her tea. “No, not “outmessing” one another. Don’t you maybe think maybe he’s been teasing you extra often because he’s rather fond of you? You know...in that way?”

I was so stunned I could barely speak. Before I knew it, I was laughing and I said to her, “How old are we, ten? There’s absolutely no bloody way. You’re out of your mind.”

Sipping her tea once more with a sense of entitlement, she said to me, “Whatever you say, Y/N.”

The Great Hall, Dinner

Dinner was nearly over and my bout of happiness seemed to be dwindling down, as well. Within moments, I’d be in the Potions classroom for my detention, a long and full three and a half hours. I placed my head on the table and groaned.

“Chin up, mate,” M/F/N said. “It’ll be over before you know it. It might even be...enjoyable.”

I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see. “Oh would you cut it out?”

Just then, Fred and George made their way over to the Hufflepuff table and I immediately put my guard up. “Don’t even think about touching me, Weasley, the night hasn’t even started yet and you’re already on my last nerve.” George went to poke my ribs and him and his twin were giggling like crazy, along with M/F/N, who tried her hardest to hide it.

“Well, maybe if we were alone, you’d realize you actually like it,” George said to me and winked. He and Fred began to make ghost noises. “See you soooooooon,”

M/F/N nearly choked on her drink as the twins made their way out of the Great Hall and I turned towards her. “If we were alone? Merlin’s Beard, he’s got it bad. Tonight is the night where you guys go from friends, to friendlier, to friendliest,”

I rolled my eyes once again and stood up to exit the Great Hall. “You haven't a clue what you’re on about.” I bid her farewell and made my way towards the doors, heart pounding and head filled with confusing thoughts.

Potions Classroom, Detention

The minute we walked into the Potions classroom and Professor Snape left us there, I’d made some ground rules. No speaking, no laughing, and we were to be at other ends of the room so as not to disturb one another.

George laughed as I walked to my side. “Oh come on, Y/N. We’re best friends—”

“Not this week, we’re not. You’ve been nothing but rude. No more talking.” I looked at him and smirked, but still kept my distance.

“We’re always teasing one another, always trying to out prank the other. You seriously expect me to think you’re actually upset with me?”

I glanced at George, who had started to scrub the inside of a large cauldron sat on top of a desk. “Mhmm,” I told him, and went back to my own work. “We always agreed that pranking in class was off limits, and this year, you disobeyed the rules.”

“Well, I think that rules are meant to be broken. And also, pranking in class is what makes it fun and rebellious. Where’s your adventurous side?”

I placed my hand on my hip and looked up at him. “My adventurous side got me stuck cleaning cauldrons in my least favorite room in the entire world.”

George grinned. Suddenly there was a hissing sound from one of the cabinets and what sounded like footsteps outside the classroom door. I shivered and continued to clean. “Yeah, but at least you’re here with me. Could be worse, right?”

I narrowed my eyes. “I s’pose, it could. I’m invoking that rule again—no talking.” We may be friends, but I wanted to get through this detention as quickly and as painlessly as possible. George put his hands up in surrender, and I started on the next cauldron and found a huge cobweb that was blocking me from cleaning the inside. Afraid of what might be in there, I blew gently on the cobweb and a huge spider crawled out quickly and ran underneath the potions cabinet in the far corner of the room. I screamed and jumped back, placed my hand over my rapidly beating heart, and listened to George laugh. “And to think, M/F/N said this may actually be an enjoyable evening...just wait until I tell her about that.”

“Enjoyable, you say?” George asked once he gained his composure. “Why did she say that?”

Feeling brave enough to dive back in, I began to clean my second cauldron of the evening, making sure with the light of my wand that there were no surprises left in there. “M/F/N seemed to think that tonight would be fun for us. She kept on telling me that you tease me for a reason, George, which as I told her is because the two of us have always done that, haven’t we? We’ve always pranked one another, ever since we were little kids on the train here. I dunno, she kept telling me that you’re fond of me, in that way,” I waved it off and laughed to myself.

“Would that be so bad?” George said matter-of-factly. I glanced up—he was still cleaning and wasn’t looking at me, but I could see a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth.

“What’re you on about?”

“Would that be so bad?” George said again, “You know...if I was fond of you, in that way.” The mockery in his voice was so irritating, but as per usual, he was just trying to get under my skin. He ran his hands under the water in the sink next to his desk and made his way over to me. I stopped cleaning at once, unsure of what exactly was about to happen. I tried to find my words. “I, uh—”

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Of course I knew the way he felt. I suppose I’d just ignored it, or pretended it was because we were such good friends. “Since when?”

“Since when? Since always,” he said. He stopped across from me, the desk in between us both, and plopped his hands down, making my cauldron shift a little. “I thought I’ve been pretty obvious about my feelings.”

His eyes were sparkling now, but his smirk was firm and jaw was rigid. I asked him in a very solemn voice, “You really want to do this?”

His smile grew and he said to me, “Yeah, love, I do.” Then he stood up straight and rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows. He said to me seriously, “But not tonight. We’ve got a lot of work to do. Besides, Y/N, no funny business.” And then he winked.

He let out a laugh and made his way back to his desk while I, on the other hand, tried to catch my breath. Trying to meet his calm demeanor, I went back to casually cleaning, glanced up at him ever so slightly, and snapped back with, “Well, I guess we’ll see about that.”

#george weasley #fred weasley #weasley twins #fred and george #fred and george weasley #weasley twins fanfiction #george wealsey x reader #george weasley prompt #harry potter fanfiction #weasley family #twinny twin twinnsssss

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sippin-on-red-wine · 5 years

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No. 6 Collaborations Project: A review!

It’s been a week since this fabulous album has dropped into our hands. Click “Keep reading to hear my thoughts on each track!

Track 1. Beautiful People Khalid ★★★★ Favorite Lyric: You look stunning dear/So don’t ask that question here

Thoughts/Reflection: Ed keeps referring to this song as ‘cozy’ and I completely agree. The vibe is cool. I love the tone of his voice here and I think it meshes really nicely with Khalid’s. The content isn’t super relatable, but I think we can all take something away from this one. It’s a good note on self-awareness and being able to see the reality in things that may look glamorous on the surface.

Track 2. South of the Border feat. Camila Cabello, Cardi B ★★★★★ Favorite Lyric: So join me in this bed that I’m in/Push up on me and sweat darlin’/So I’m gonna put my time in/Won’t stop until the angels sing

Thoughts/Reflection: This track is literally freaking scorching hot fire. TBH I’m surprised that they led the album with IDC and not this one. It feels like big radio potential to me. Regardless, this song is an absolute BOP - so catchy and so fucking sexy.

I know Ed’s Spanish leaves something to be desired ☺ But I feel like we can cut him some slack after singing (yet another) song dedicated to going down on a woman. The ginger is forgiven! Five stars for him! And I’m going to have SOTB on repeat all summer (or for the rest of my life).

Oh, I also really like Cardi on this song. IDK if she’s problematic or w/e, I don’t really follow her in the media at all. But her verse is fun. (I think Ed got a lil jungle fever AY) bahahahah

Track 3. Cross Me feat. Chance the Rapper, PnB Rock ★★★★★ Favorite Lyric: Know she gonna slide anytime you bitches talk shit/Keep a lil blade in her fuckin’ lip gloss kit

Thoughts/Reflection: Love love love LOVE this one. It just makes you want to get up and DANCE the damn thing! I have to laugh a little at the thought of Ed being hard & tough, lol, but it’s a cool concept nonetheless. Like he said in his Charlemagne interview, it’s kind of a love song…. but a different tempo. It’s catchy as all hell and Chance’s verse is fucking cool.

Full points.

Track 4. Take Me Back to London feat. Stormzy ★★★★★ Favorite Lyric: Coz you can win BRITS (it don’t stop)/And you can do Glasto (headline slot)

Thoughts/Reflection: Fuck. This song, though. IIt’s the first one that jumped out at me when I did my first full album listen. And I haven’t stopped listening since. The chorus is so syncopated. Stormzy is sick on this track, I love his voice so much. And it just feels like the two of them really play off each other nicely and probably had a blast making this song.

Also, Ed flexing “Grossed half a billi on the Divide tour/No I’m not kidding what would I lie for” is BDE and I’m personally really here for it.

This song is a banger and you should dance in your kitchen to it while baking pastries. FIve stars for you, Big Mike and Teddy.

(Dear God please let Stormzy guest live in Ipswich)

Track 5. Best Part of Me feat. YEBBA ★★★★ Favorite Lyric: it’s not a lyric but that part when Ed & YEBBA are harmonizing perfectly in the whoooaaAAaaaA

Thoughts/Reflection: I love the sound on this song! His voice is so raw and tender here. It reminds me of Plus era, but grown up. I think it may be how delicately he approaches the syllables in his verse and the chorus. YEBBA’s tone is super rich and lovely, and they sound great together.

I’m taking a “star” off here because I don’t love the lyrics. I get that he’s being vulnerable and showing insecurities in verse 1, but then YEBBA follows that up with lamenting about misplacing things and being late for the train? It doesn’t seem to match up with admitting physical/bodily insecurities. Also, it could just be that I hate that Ed thinks of himself this way.

DUDE IS HOT AF

Track 6. I Don’t Care feat. Justin Bieber ★★★★ Favorite Lyric: I don’t like nobody but you/I hate everyone here

Thoughts/Reflection: Oh god. When did this song come out? I’m trying to think back to my first impressions of it, LOL. It’s bright and poppy and of course it went and stayed #1 all summer (thus far). I remember thinking it was so cool that the melody is super mainstream and upbeat, but the underlying theme is around social anxiety. “Crippled with anxiety/But I’m told I’m where I’m sposed to be”

I mostly skip this one now that the full album is out, but I think I listened to it for a full 48 hours on repeat when it first dropped. Bieber is problematic and shit, and honestly I don’t think he adds much to the song. I really like Ed’s acoustic version where he does the whole thing solo.

The bridge slaps. Literally. I love that clapping bit behind it. I wish that Ed hadn’t fucked up the lyrics to the bridge in the acoustic version lolololol

Four stars, will bop along for many moons to come

Track 7. Antisocial feat. Travis Scott ★★★★★ Favorite Lyric: So antisocial but I don’t care/Don’t give a damn I’m gonna smoke here/Got a bottle in my hand bring more tho

Thoughts/Reflection: DID YOU SEE HIM GUEST AT TRAVIS’ SHOW LAST NIGHT? This song was already one of my faves but holy shit. In interviews, Ed talks a lot about feeling awkward on stage without a guitar - but it didn’t look like that last night. He was bouncy as all hell, sounded great, looked great. Looked like he was loving the crowd’s energy too.

And the music video? That deserves a post all on it’s own.

This track is pretty short but it’s packed with good stuff. Ed’s intro is really strong here, the chorus is interesting despite the repetition. I physically can’t help but groove along to this tune. I’m sorry. I have no say in the matter

Track 8. Remember the Name feat. Eminem, 50 Cent ★★★★★ Favorite Lyric: 20 years old is when I came in the game/And now it's eight years on and you remember the name/And if you thought I was good, well, then I'm better today

Thoughts/Reflection: YES. YES. YES. The song intros with a reference to Ipswich, bitch. I love how Ed makes those connections back to his upbringing.

It’s a little unreal that these three iconic voices/styles can flow so well on a song and still sound so balanced.

I’ve got this one on repeat too. I’m determined to learn all of the words damnit!!

Five stars for a tune that I would love to see performed live someday.

Track 9. Feels feat. Young Thug, J Hus ★★★

Favorite Lyric: See you wigglin’, jigglin/If I have a bite will it taste like cinnamon?

Thoughts/Reflection: This song is fine. I like the feature verses. The song just doesn’t stick out that much for me.

Track 10. Put It All on Me feat. Ella Mai ★★★

Favorite Lyric: I try to be strong but I got demons/So can I lean on you?/I need a strong heart and a soft touch

Thoughts/Reflection: Falsetto. Falsetto everywhere. I love that! Ella Mai’s voice is so rich. Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot more to say on this one. It’s not a song I’m playing on repeat, but I don’t skip it either.

Track 11. Nothing On You feat. Paulo Londra, Dave ★★★★ Favorite Lyric: You and I/Whisky on ice/Maybe later we can turn down all the lights

Thoughts/Reflection: This song is SEXY and cool…. ‘smoke clouds and the scent of perfume’.... the imagery. Man. More falsetto here. Also, please go look up the translation of Paulo Londra’s verse. Thanks. I’m sweating. Is it hot in here? This album is *sexual*

ALSO THE ‘BRRRP’ AFTER “they keep ringing my phone” bahahahahah

Track 12. I Don’t Want Your Money feat. H.E.R. ★★★★★

Favorite Lyric: I need you here for the good times and the bad times/Yeah the pullin’ out my hair gettin’ mad times/Not just the when I’m in your bed on my back times

Thoughts/Reflection: THIS IS SUCH A GODDAMN TUUUUNEEEEEE!!!!!!! I love this song so much. 10/10 jamming out to this in the car at every opportunity. Finger snappin’ cool r&b vibe. I love the super quick tempo (but not quite rap?) in Ed’s verses. And I always appreciate the little double-meaning-references in Ed’s songs - like ‘diamonds, silver or gold’ means $$$ of course, but also just success in terms of album sales performance.

TBH when I saw the title on Ed’s tracklist reveal, I totally thought this would be a slow mushy love song about how Ed’s lucky to have found someone who wasn’t into him for his money. This was a pleasant surprise!! I love that it’s a little angsty.

Five STARS bitch I love this song and y’all are sleeping on it

Track 13. 1000 Nights feat. Meek Mill, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie ★★★★

Favorite Lyric: Birds eye view/Pay my dues/For a two-mile queue

Thoughts/Reflection: i been ON for a thousAND NIGHTSSSSS NEW YORK TO LONDONNN DIFFERENT CITY EVERY DAYAYYY

1000 Nights: a flexy bop and I love it

This song is about the Divide tour which has been going for approximately 572 years. Not that I’m complaining.

But it’s cool (how many times have I said ‘cool’ in this post? don’t answer that). Ed loves touring and that comes out in this song. And Meek’s verse is so fun to rap along to!

Four stars.

Track 14. Way To Break My Heart feat. Skrillex ★★★★★

Favorite Lyric: I can’t stop thinkin’ bout her/And her lips on mine, so soft/Feelings I don’t know the name of

Thoughts/Reflection: biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch.

This song is NOSTALGIC and I simply adore it. It has that same… “cozy” feel that Beautiful People does. Which is strange, considering it’s a song about heartbreak. But it’s just so. Soft. And warm.

We’re back to super soft placement of words and such pure tone.

It’s hauntingly beautiful. And yet uptempo! Bless, Skrillex. I especially love the drums that come in during the chorus, after “you’re still gone, and i’ll say”

PS, the soft sound of mouth smacking at :13. Use headphones.

Some of my favorite Ed songs are ones about heartbreak, and I appreciate that he included one here. About an imaginary heartbreak 👀

Take another five stars from me, bud

- Track 15. BLOW feat. Chris Stapleton, Bruno Mars ★★★★★

Favorite Lyric: Hot damn/Pop it like a pistol mama/You got me down on my knees/Baby please?

Thoughts/Reflection: *laughing nervously*

Again, definitely not what I expected out of this track when the titles were all revealed. I LOVED release day on this one. The world collectively lost their shit. I need nothing more in this world than to see this song performed live, especially with a full band and Ed on an electric guitar.

I’m still not over this loud, full, energetic song full of men bellowing about wanting to, well, fuck.

Bye

(five stars from me and also my 62 year old coworker Jan)

:::OVERALL:::

This album is SO GOOD MATE and I already cannot wait until the next collabs project! Ed blessed us with 15 amazing tracks to tide us over until Subtract comes out. They’re so different from his normal album stuff and I really love to see him try new sounds and get to create/collaborate with artists he admires so much.

it also has me real hot and bothered lmao

Thanks for coming to my tEd talk.

#ed sheeran #no 6 collaborations project #album review #surprise bitches i love every song #what did you think would happen

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deadbydelight · 5 years

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I'm in love with soulmate au so maybe a dbd killer of your choosing x reader with soulmate. Like name or the first thing they say. Would be awesome if you did Max the hillbilly with something written on him. Thank you if you do! 😊

This somehow took me so long to finish because of life being harsh lol but I did it and I made it sweet and fluffy cuz why not ? Hope you like !

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Hillbilly x reader (soulmate AU)

You had heard about the rumors around the Coldwind farm. How supposedly a monster or something like that was haunting the place, how you could faintly hear a chainsaw sound if you were close enough to the property...

And you intended on discovering exactly what was in there. You were what you might say, an explorer of haunted places, you had a video channel as well as a blog where you had quite the number of followers and subscribers. You were curious and adventurous, a lot of people said that it would be the death of you... As the expression said, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

You had everything with you, a bagpack with everything necessary for exploration, a flashlight, food, water, ropes, a heavy jacket with a scarf and gloves, your phone and last but not least, your faithful camera.

"Alright guys, here I am, ready to explore the famous Coldwind Farm, you know the one ! Wish me luck!" You exclaimed happily to the camera, your breathing making cloudy pattern in the chilly air of the night.

You were well aware of the fact that no one would answer to your ask for cheering, but it was mostly for the sake of the video. It wasn't easy to stand out in all the people doing exploration stuff, let's not forget you were a lone wolf too, but you were quite proud of what you accomplished so far.

"I'll begin with a brief tour of the farm, then I'll try to get inside, so far so good, haven't heard the famous chainsaw at all... for now."

As you advanced in the unfamiliar place, you felt a shiver ran up your spine. You felt... observed. However you weren't one to back off from such a place just because you had a feeling about it.

"Damn..." you muttered as you made your way in an abandonned corn field.

You had come accross a really large tree on which several cows were hanging, grossly killed and their body pierced by hooks. You made a mental note of putting a warning for this in the video because it might shock and terrorize people and you didn't want that. You were starting to feel a little nauseous yourself, but would that stop you? Nope.

After 20 minutes of exploring you finally heard the famous chainsaw noise... But it was far from where you were at the moment.

"Urg I don't know if I'll have enough content to post this damn video... Am sure as hell ain't sleeping here" you grumbled under your breath (a bit that you would cut from the video of course).

You decided to finally go explore what remained of the actual farm, hoping that you'd find something nice and scary (some might call you crazy but hey, this was how you paid the rent so yeah). Nothing really extraordinary happened either as you went inside. The wood was creaking everywhere, eaten by thermites and the many days of rain that made the walls rot. All in all, the greatest danger here was to be killed by the farm collapsing on itself.

You sighed dramatically, deciding to stop the recording here. But as you looked down on your camera you froze. There was a very big shadow on the floor, and you knew for sure it wasn't yours. You even stopped breathing all together, a sudden wave of panic crashing through you, yet you stayed perfectly still, staring intently at your camera and the shadow. How could you not hear this guy come? Maybe it was all the noises made by the old wood, but now you could hear the mysterious stranger clearly. It was breathing so heavily, it sounded like a mix of an animal and an actual engine.

You began walking, mechanically. Acting like you didn't notice the silhouette that was clearly right behind you. It followed, walking at your exact pace so that you wouldn't hear its footsteps. So whatever it was, it had some kind of intelligence. You gulped as silently as you could, and when the abrupt noise of a chainsaw being turned on right behind you roared, you didn't think twice. You made a mad dash out of the building, throwing the camera without any second thoughts for the rents or anything video related, you just wanted to live.

The wind was cold on your teary face and it was difficult for you to run on the muddy ground, since it rained the day before that. You felt like the mud was slowing you down more than anything and you almost lost it here and there when you heard the chainsaw so close to you. In a desperate attempt, you plunged to your left as you arrived near a tree, getting mud all over you and hurting your ankle along the way. It seems like you were lucky, because whatever was pursuing you with its chainsaw literally crashed on the tree you were just nect to. It yelled, so loud you swore you could have lost an ear right here and there with the decibels. Finally, you had a clear vision of what exactly was haunting the Coldwind Farm. To your surprise it was still... Mostly human.

Still an impressive height, but its face was somehow very diformed, skin completely twisted on its face and shoulder. You could see some actual features on the face, but you could tell that whatever this guy was born as, it wasn't treated as it should have been. It's spine was totally torn and you could see that there was some effect of heavy malnutrition.

You should have run away here and there. Sprint home and never look back. But you couldn't help the slight fascination and curiosity bringing you to stay right here and observe it... No, observe him. You were now fairly sure that he was as human as you. He was still yelling, his chainsaw stuck in the tree and moving his arms wildly as if it had been... Hurt?

You got up as silently as you could, noticing that, indeed, splinters of woods were struck on his right arm. You winced at the sight, it looked really painful. You took the risk of stepping toward him, but this caused him to pay attention to you once again. He stared right back at you and you swore you lost your breathing at it.

So many emotions swirled in those pupils, almost hidden by the skin difformity. Pain, anger, sadness, confusion... But what you mostly saw was fear. He started growling at you, like an animal endangered, and it's where you noticed that even though his chainsaw was stuck in the tree and he was hurt, he still had very nasty looking hammer in his other hand, covered in what you assumed was fresh blood. You took a deep breath. After all, this might just be the end of you.

"Look, I promise I want to help you alright?"

At first he didn't seem willing at all to listen to you, still thrashing around and growling menacingly. But as you approached him while keeping your hands raised to show you wouldn't try anything he seemed to calm down. When finally you were right next to him you shivered, not exactly sure of what you were doing.

"I'll take a look at your arm alright ?"

You were sweating heavily and you could feel his ragged breathing caressing your skin. It was like trying to reassure a wild animal. You made a face at the shards that were stuck on his arms, they were stuck deeply, blood spilling in thin tricklets. This looked painful.

"I'm going to open my bag and use some product to help you heal. Ok? Ok"

At this point you didn't care anymore, you just wanted to try to help him at least. He was still looking at you warily, but at least he stopped moving so much. You pulled some tweezer that you had in your emergency case and looked straight back at him.

"This is going to hurt. You're ready?"

He stared at you, his eyes boring into yours, then closed them, a silent way to give you the go ahead. You stopped breathing and went to work. He tensed when you began pulling out the shards but he didn't make a single sound. You almost let out a "good boy" that you thankfully kept in your head. You kept caressing very lightly his arm after each shard, trying to soothe as him much as you could.

Why did you want to help him so much? There was something in those eyes that entranced you. You saw more humanity in those eyes than a good number of people you met.

When finally you pulled out the last shard, you allowed yourself to be less tense.

"Good job. This is going to hurt too, but I need to clean your wounds."

He tilted his head at you, maybe wondering what you were doing... or why. He seemed to somewhat understand what you were saying. He grunted when you cleaned his wounds but stayed perfectly still, allowing you to work just fine. Finally you reached for the bandages, rolling it slowly around his arm. You froze as you noticed a little detail on his upper arm. There, on the malformed and bruised skin was a neat handwriting.

Look, I promise I want to help you alright?

Was this really..? You so didn't know what to do. You started panicking a bit inside. Were you hallucinating? You had lost hope of finding that one person so long ago, part of you couldn't believe it. How could you be sure anyway? This guy didn't seem to even know how to talk. You finally came back to your sense when he started to get his arm back. You didn't even realise you were gripping him so hard.

"Oh..." you blushed awkwardly, not really knowing what to say and embarassed by what you just said. "Sorry, I uh, I didn't mean to..."

You were having difficulties forming the words out of your head. Everything was going too fast. He was still staring at you, warily but also curiously. He probably had no idea of what you were doing. And to be honest, you neither.

"I need to go!" You finally cried out all of sudden, making him jump.

You didn't give him the time to react as you ran away from Coldwind Farm. You took a look back, he was still there, staring and unmoving.

"I'll come back alright?! I promise!" you yelled, and you could tell was more and more confused.

But he made a noise. As if saying "alright". This was fine by you. And come back you did. At first it was once a week. Then it became everytime you could actually visit him. You did some research on who lived here before. Turn out it was a farmer couple. They had a son named Max Thompson Junior that was never even brought to school. It didn't take you long to put two and two together, you had deduced that he had been abused by his parents, never properly taken care of and possibly never allowed to have affection in any form.

It made you sick to know that parents would reject their own kid like this... moreover he possibly was your soulmate, so that struck a chord. You still weren't entirely sure that Max was indeed your soulmate, after all he never really said anything understandable apart from noises, their intensity varying with his mood.

At first he was still wary of your visits but you warmed up to him so much, he actually got used to your presence. All that you had in mind was to see him, the more the better, the video could wait... you also discovered that he loved all types of little snacks you brought to him and you were more than happy to make him discover all the delicious food he had never even had the chance to taste before.

Once again you were off to see him, bags filled with all types of food rather than survival supplies. He was there, standing near the corn field, his eyes seemingly lost in the scenery.

"Hey Max!" You called, waving your arm around.

He jumped a bit a your voice (he was quite sensitive to sounds) but turned toward you his face lighting up and the hint of a smile forming on his mishapen lips.

"H...Hey."

You froze at the first word that were finally formed by his mouth. It had been weeks. And finally after hours of you talking to him almost non stop, even though no one took the time to teach him how to speak, he had put the effort to salute you back, just like you always did when you went to see him.

His voice was raspy and almost inaudible by the lack of use but it was there. Tears started rolling on your cheeks and your bag fell on the ground, forgotten in your rush of emotion. He whined alarmingly, not liking seeing you cry like this. Were you hurt? Did someone upset you ? Did HE upset you? His eyes were lit by worry and panic and you hurriedly dried your tears with your arm, hiccuping a bit.

"Don't worry Max, those are not tears of sadness or pain... I'm just... so happy!"

You showed him your own arm, sleeves rolled up. There was written one small little world. One word that made you go crazy at first. After all what kind of soulmate would just tell you Hey? But right now it felt like the most beautiful word you could hear. After all, he took it upon himself to say it to you.

"You see this? This means we were made from one another !"

You abruptly ran to hug him. He didn't even move with the force but he tensed a bit, not used to the contact, but he eventually relaxed and hug you back, a light but secure grip around you. You weren't even sure if he had any idea about the soulmate thing, but somehow you had a feeling he knew. As he started slowly dancing in a circle with you still in his arms, you had a feeling that he knew.

And you couldn't be happier.

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All the fluff for this sweet boy , I hope it's good enough aaaa

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“Why do you hate me?” - Ben Hardy | part 18

a/n: here’s the last part!! besides the prologue. i’m so happy to say that i really enjoyed making this series. thank you to the ones who asked for this, what was supposed to be just a 2-part imagine 😊 i hope to have more Ben series’ in the future!! for now, i will be posting a couple requests, then starting my Peter Beale series!! check out the prologue/intro post, and if you want to be tagged, message or ask me!! hope everyone enjoys the last chapter of WDYHM 💕

warnings: beginning is a little steamy, VERY LIGHT SMUT (i got carried away lol 🤷🏼‍♀️), a lot of time jumps

“Damn,” you huffed out, your sweaty back flat against the hotel mattress as you tried to catch your breath. Ben laid beside you, breathing heavily as well.

“Is it just me or is that the best we’ve ever had?” Ben asked through short breaths.

“It really was.” This time, everything was so different. Ben was even more caring and affectionate, if that’s possible, and he really made an effort to show you how much he loved you and cared for you. His touch was so much more gentle, his kisses were full of passion and love instead of lust, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and against your skin instead of dirty talk; this time, it really was making love, not just having sex.

“I love you so much, and I really hope you know that,” he whispered, hovering over you to press a kiss to your lips, then moving down to your cheek, then neck, chest, stomach, stopping at your hips. He glanced up, as if asking if his actions were okay. You nodded slightly as he moved further down, and finally pressing his lips against the area you wanted him the most.

After another couple rounds, you finally fell asleep in your husband’s arms.

The next morning, you two left for your honeymoon, which was in Paris. Sure, it was cliche, but you couldn’t think of any better place to spend with your new husband.

After a week in Paris, exploring the city, visiting museums, sightseeing, and a lot of nights in bed with Ben, you two were, to your surprise, off to Greece. Ben secretly booked another week of a vacation to surprise you, and it worked. But you were happy, nonetheless. Who would complain about getting to spend a week in Greece?

Unfortunately, that week ended, and you were now back home in London, still high off of the honeymoon. You two sat on the couch, cuddled up and watching TV. You were still tired because of jetlag, so you were half asleep. Ben, however, was wide awake, looking through the photos from your wedding, finding the one he loves the most to post it to announce your marriage. Everyone knew you two were engaged, but you decided to keep the wedding date a secret. Thankfully, Joe didn’t post anything from the ceremony, respecting your wishes to be secretive.

“How about this one, love?” Ben asked you, showing you a photo that was taken in the woods near the castle. He was twirling you around, smiles on both of your faces. It perfectly summed up your relationship. You nodded tiredly against his shoulder.

“I’m happy with whatever you post, bub. It’s your fans.”

“They’re your fans, too. They loved you in BoRhap.”

“I didn’t have any lines,” you groaned, not wanting to debate this. “You were a main character, of course they’re your fans. I was in two scenes, no lines, for less than five minutes.”

“Whatever you say, love. I’m gonna post this one. Maybe I’ll post another one tomorrow, or later.” You laughed at his eagerness to share your news with the world.

benhardy: my forever dance partner.

mrgwilymlee: congrats you two! it was a great night, very beautiful 😊

joe_mazzello: i’m still pissed you’re cheating on me

mrgwilymlee: @joe_mazzello mate, i think you and Ben are over

benhardy: @joe_mazzello we are. sorry not sorry.

lucyboynton1: so happy to have been involved. such a beautiful wedding for two amazing people 💕

benhardyismyluv: HOLY SHIT BEN IS A MARRIED MAN!!!

benhardy: @benhardyismyluv I am 😊 and I’m very happy

queenrogerina: i love this!! you two are so cute!! congrats!

joe_mazzello: does this mean I can post the videos of me dancing drunk?

“Everyone’s being nice again, thankfully. And of course Joe is being his jealous self.”

“I wonder what he’s going to do with his life now that you’re married,” you wondered jokingly. Ben chuckled and agreed. He looked down at you, who could barely keep your eyes open.

“Get some sleep, love. I’m not tired, but I’ll stay here with you,” he whispered, pecking your forehead softly. You hummed in happiness and snuggled further into him, nuzzling your face into his neck. You could smell the lingering cologne on his skin, making you smile; his cologne was one of your favorite scents. It was always mixed with the smell of cigarettes, so having it just on it’s own was the best thing in the world.

You fell asleep as soon as he started rubbing your back. He stayed awake, staring at you, wondering how he got so lucky to call you his wife.

A year and a half later, you and Ben are even happier than in the first three years you’ve known each other. Everything in your lives was going smoothly. Ben continued to get roles, increasing his list of filmography, experience, and awards, and you had finally published the book you had been working on for two years. This of course led to you going on a small press tour of England, which of course Ben joined you for. It was only right as you had been to every single premiere of his.

Everything was perfect, until life decided to throw you a curveball.

You recently have been feeling sick, but not flu-like sick. You would get random bursts of nausea, most of the times ending in you throwing up. You knew the possibility, but you and Ben decided to wait until after two years of marriage to start a family. It had only been a year and a half. You two weren’t even trying, you don’t understand how this happened.

You called up Leila one day, about a week after the nausea started. You asked her to come with you to a doctors appointment, just to confirm your suspicions. Your doctor’s appointment was today, thankfully they had a spot open. So here you were, on your way to learn your condition. You honestly were hoping you were pregnant, as much as you and Ben wanted to wait, you couldn’t wait to start a little family with him.

“Do you think you’re pregnant?” You heard Leila ask as she pulled into the parking lot. You sighed and shrugged.

“I don’t know. I think so, because I can’t explain why I suddenly have to throw up at random times. But, I’m not sure if this is what Ben wants. We both agreed to wait until two ears of marriage to start a family.”

“I’m positive that Ben will not be mad. Sure, it wasn’t planned, but I don’t think he’ll care. I think he’s going to be so happy that this is happening already.” You smiled and nodded at her words, starting to feel a little bit better about this situation.

You walked into the office, checked in, and sat down to wait. Your knee was bouncing quickly, a sign you were really nervous. Leila rubbed your back, trying to calm you down. Your phone started buzzing, and you saw that Ben was calling you. You panicked and looked to Leila.

“Tell him you went shopping with me.” You nodded and answered.

“Hey babe. What’s up?”

“Where are you? I thought you were staying home for the day?” You heard Ben’s voice worry on the other end.

“Leila called me and asked me to go shopping with her. I-”

“(Y/N) Jones,” the doctor came into the waiting room for you. Your eyes widened at the possibility of Ben hearing.

“Who’s that, love?” Your heart started to race as you tried thinking of an excuse.

“Um, we uh, we’re at Starbucks.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you when you get home then, yeah?”

“Yeah. I gotta go, Ben. Bye.” You quickly hung up, grabbing your purse and quietly apologizing to the doctor.

“You’re alright. So what brings you in today?” She asked, motioning for you to sit on the exam table. Leila stayed in the waiting room to give you some time alone, well, with the doctor.

“I’ve been feeling sick for about a week. I don’t think it’s the flu or food poisoning, but I just wanted to get some confirmation.”

“Okay. Well, we’ll do the most obvious test, which of course is a pregnancy test. Is this a possibility?” She asked, getting some equipment out.

“I’m not sure. My husband and I have protected sex because I’m not on the pill yet. I can’t remember the last time we didn’t use a condom.”

“Condoms aren’t always effective. There is a possibility that it broke during sex, it happens all the time. Especially with ultra thin condoms.” You nodded along, your heart racing as she continued to speak. She handed you a cup and told you where the bathroom was. You trudged down the hall to do your business, and returned with the cup, embarrassed.

She shook her head at your expression.

“No need to be embarrassed. It’s all natural and normal. But, this will help us tell faster than a home pregnancy test.” You sighed and sat back in the waiting room as she left to test.

A couple minutes pass before she walks back in, papers in her hands, and a wide smile on her face.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Jones. You are indeed pregnant.” You let out the breath you were holding and felt relief and fear wash over you. Relief because you knew the reason you were sick, fear because you had no idea how Ben was going to react, let alone his fans. You thanked her and signed the few papers she had.

“You are only about five weeks along, so you still have some time before you have to come back in for your twelve-week check up. But, we can do an ultrasound now, just to have a first look?” You shook your head.

“I would like my husband to be here, and know the news. He doesn’t know that I’m even here.” She nodded and took the papers that you signed, thanking her for the check-up.

You walked back into the waiting room to face Leila, who was eagerly waiting to hear the news. She stood as soon as you walked in, her eyes going wide with wonder. You simply nodded, which prompted her to jump up and down. You were happy there was no one else in the lobby. You laughed at her actions and pulled her outside and to the car.

“How do you want to tell Ben?” She asked once you two were settled. You thought for a little before coming up with an idea.

You decided to go baby shopping, already, and picked out a gender neutral outfit. Nothing too girly and nothing too boyish. You got two onesies, one said ‘I love my daddy’ and the other, ‘I love my mummy.’ You also picked out a tiny pair of sneakers.

When you were looking around for more things, you found the perfect onesie. It had the Queen logo on it, and you of course had to get it. Your idea switched when you saw that, and you decided to give Ben that, with the tiny sneakers, and a pair of tiny aviators. His gift and hint would be the tiny outfit.

You and Leila finished paying and hopped back in the car. She drove you back home, chatting quietly about yours and Ben’s future, now that you had a baby on the way. You were beyond excited, your fear now dissolved.

When you arrived home, you thanked Leila tremendously and grabbed your bag to head inside. You opened the door to find Ben sitting on the couch, watching TV while scrolling through his phone.

“Hi bub. How was your day?” You asked as you sat on the couch next to him, the bag on the table.

“Good. Gwil and I had a nice lunch. How was your shopping day with Leila?” You concealed the smile that was about to take over your face and reached for the bag.

“Look what I found!” Your heart started to race as you pulled the outfit out. You set the Queen onesie on your leg, setting the sneakers under it, and the aviators on your knee. You smiled at the tiny outfit, looking at Ben for his reaction. He stared at it for a few seconds before asking an oblivious question.

“Who’s it for? Are Allen and Jessica having a baby?” He questioned, looking up at you from your leg. You shook your head, trying to hide your smile. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Then, who’s it for?” You shrugged.

“I figured we could use it in nine months. It’s a pretty cute outfit,” you said nonchalantly. It took Ben a few seconds as his expression changed right before your eyes. A wide grin finally broke onto your face as he came to the realization.

“Y-you’re pregnant? You? A-are pregnant? I’m gonna be a dad?” His voice was quiet as can be, which scared you a little. You nodded slightly and grabbed his hand.

“I’m pregnant, Ben.” With your confirmation, he jumped up from the couch, bringing you with him, and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m gonna be a dad! Holy shit! We’re starting a family!” You giggled loudly as he spun you around joyfully. Once he set you down, his arms were still around your waist as he stared into your eyes lovingly.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered as he was hit with reality again. You laughed quietly and nodded.

“We’re having a baby,” you said, raising your hands to cup his face.

“We are. I’m so fucking happy. I love you so much.” He pulled you in for a kiss, which you eventually broke by smiling.

“How are we going to tell the group?” He asked as you two sat back down on the couch. You cuddled into his side as one of his hands rested on your stomach.

“We could invite them all over again, and give each of the guys a shirt that just says ‘uncle’, and the girls shirts that just say ‘aunt.’”

“I like that idea,” Ben agreed. You immediately hopped online and found a website that sells customized shirts. You ordered four shirts for Joe, Gwilym, Rami, and Allen, and four shirts for Katherine, Leila, Lucy, and Jessica. You and Jessica have grown pretty close since you met her when Allen brought her over to your little party to celebrate your relationship and new house with Ben. You were almost as close to her as you were with the other girls you’ve known well before.

You also ordered shirts for yourself and Ben that just said ‘mum’ and ‘dad.’ Simple, yet it gets the point across.

You were now three months along and your belly was just starting to show. You were quite insecure about it simply because of your hormones. But Ben never ceased to compliment you and make sure you knew he loved it so much.

You were a little past the twelve-week point, so it was safe to tell people the news. You and Ben had planned the party out a couple weeks ago, and today is the day of the party. You had everyone’s shirts in individual boxes with pink and blue bows, each with their names on it. You were so excited to finally share the news with your close friends. You felt bad for not telling Gwilym, but you wanted to obey the rule of waiting, so only Ben and Leila knew, for obvious reasons.

You had all of the food set out, a game of washers was set up in the backyard, which had become a tradition for your parties. You and Ben were running around the house, making sure everything was out and ready.

Finally, the group started to arrive, in pairs, and alone. Gwilym and Joe were the last ones to arrive. You immediately hugged Gwilym, leaning away slightly, making sure not to press your stomach against him. You were wearing Ben’s yellow sweater, which you absolutely loved; it basically wasn’t his anymore. You were also wearing your ‘mum’ shirt underneath. Ben did the same, expect he was wearing a hoodie.

“Hey, food’s in the kitchen, games are outside, drinks are in the fridge,” you told him as he stepped inside. You then pulled Joe into a hug as he separated from Ben.

“How’s married life with my boyfriend?” He playfully asked you. You laughed and shook your head.

“It’s amazing. How’s Cardboard Ben? I miss him,” you played along.

“He’s mad that I’m still hung up on the real Ben, so he hasn’t been talking to me,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes jokingly. You chuckled as he walked past you to grab a drink from the kitchen. You stood next to Ben and looked around the living room at your friends.

“You ready to announce this?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. You nodded after he pulled away and smiled up at him as he stared down at you, leaving his grip to retrieve the presents from upstairs. You brought them down and set them in the corner of the room, thankfully everyone was either in the kitchen or backyard.

After about an hour or so, you gathered everyone into the living room while Ben distributed the gifts, telling everyone not to open it yet. They all sat on the couch as you and Ben sat on the recliner together, which was perfectly placed for everyone to be in view. You pressed record on your phone and set it on the fireplace mantle, perfectly framing the room. You sat back down on Ben’s lap and smiled as you told everyone to open their present. They all immediately ripped into the boxes, one-by-one taking a look at the shirt neatly folded inside. Everyone had confused looks on their faces, until Rami yelled out.

“You’re not?” He asked surprised. You smiled and nodded.

“You’re having a baby?” Gwilym yelled out this time.

“Yep! (Y/N)’s a little over three months pregnant!” Ben announced finally, everyone jumping up to pull you two in a hug.

“Finally! We’ve been waiting for this since you two got together!” Joe said, bringing Ben in for a hug. You giggled and shook your head.

“So everyone here is going to be considered and aunt and uncle?” Lucy asked as she leant against Rami.

“Yeah. We’re all so close, so it felt like the right thing to do,” you told her. She moved from Rami to give you a hug, quietly thanking you for the thought.

The night continued, everyone now celebrating becoming an aunt or uncle, and you and Ben becoming even more excited and anxious to meet your little baby. You knew from just sitting on the couch, surrounded by the group, that he or she is going to be the most loved baby in the world.

You and Ben were cuddled up as everyone started to settle down, the sun now set and the cake you bought had been taken out. Ben had his hand on your small bump, softly rubbing it with his thumb.

“When do you think she’ll start kicking?” You looked up at him, confused at his words.

“She?” You asked confused. He nodded.

“I think it’s a girl.”

“I think you’re wrong. I think it’s a boy.”

“You wanna bet?” He asked.

“Sure. What’s the bet?” He thought for a second before smirking.

“If it’s a girl, I get to choose the name. If it’s a boy, you get to choose the name.” You hummed in thought about this idea. This could go horribly wrong, or right.

“No. I feel like we both should have a say in the name, Sorry, but that bet’s not going to work,” you sadly told him. As great as it sounded, it didn’t feel right for one parent to choose a name without the other one’s say.

“Alright, that’s fair. So then, what should the bet be?” You thought this time, before coming up with something.

“How about the winner gets to choose the middle name?”

“So we both decide on the first name, then whoever is right about the gender gets to choose the middle name?” You nodded and smiled up at him.

“Deal.”

“Are you two betting over your own child?” Joe questioned as he watched the two of you chat.

“Maybe,” Ben responded, shying away slightly, hiding his face in your neck.

A few weeks later, you were finally far along enough to find out the gender. Instead of finding it out the normal way, you chose Gwilym to announce it for you. He would come with you to receive the envelope with the gender, then would go and get decorations for the party, as well as the powder to announce it. What would happen was you and Ben would wear your shirts that said ‘mum’ and ‘dad’, which were white, have blindfolds put on so you couldn’t see, then have a powder, blue or pink, poured in your hands. You would then have a small powder fight, of course dousing each other with the substance, staining your shirts. Then, on three counts, you would take your blindfolds off and find out.

You now sat in the waiting room, Ben and Gwil on opposite sides of you.

“(Y/N) Jones.” You stood with your husband, who had a small smile on his face as he heard you being referred to as ‘Jones’ by someone else, and followed your doctor into the room.

“How has everything been going? Any problems or concerns you have?” She asked as you laid back on the table/bed.

“No, everything’s fine.”

“Alright. Then let’s put this on your stomach and find your baby,” she said, bringing a tube of gel over to where you were lying. Ben stood right beside you, one hand holding yours comfortingly. You shivered as she squirted the gel onto your bare stomach. She started spreading it around and waving the wand to find your baby.

The room was silent as you waited until the heartbeat sounded throughout the room. Immediately, tears flooded your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks, matching Ben’s current state.

“We made that, love,” he whispered, causing you and the doctor to let out quiet chuckles.

“Would you like to know the gender?” She asked after a few seconds of staring at the tiny body on the screen.

“No. Could we get the results in an envelope?” Ben asked.

“Of course. Would you like some photos of the sonogram?”

“Yes, please.” She nodded and started cleaning your bump off. Once all of the gel was off, you flipped your sweater back down and grabbed Ben’s hand, but he had a different idea as he brought you in for a hug.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear as the doctor left you two alone.

“I love you too, Ben. So, what do you think it is now that you’ve seen it?”

“Still a girl.” You shook your head and giggled.

The doctor quickly came back with the pictures and an envelope. You stared at the contents, wanting to forget the entire gender reveal party and find out right here right now.

But, you of course waited, so today, a few days since your doctor’s appointment, Gwil had your house decorated in pink and blue, with all of the right decorations for a gender reveal party. You were surprised everything had turned out great, thinking that Joe, who had helped him, would either mess something up or reveal it early.

The entire group, Brian and Roger, and yours and Ben’s families were all standing together in your backyard as you and Ben stood in front of everyone. You had your white shirts on, ready for the reveal.

“Alright. These two are going to be blindfolded, then given a handful of either blue or pink powder. They will throw it up in the air, and on each other if they would like, and when it has all settled, they’ll take their blindfolds off and find out the gender!” Gwilym explained to everyone. You were shaking, almost jumping up and down out of excitement.

Leila put your blindfold on while Gwilym put Ben’s on. They made sure they were tight and you couldn’t see anything. It worked, you couldn’t see at all.

You stuck your hands in a ‘bowl’ form and waited for the powder. As soon as you felt it, your heart started to race. This is it.

“Alright, go!” Leila yelled, and you immediately threw your hands in the air. After, you grabbed Ben’s face, hearing him chuckle as he did the same. He placed his hands on your stomach, leaving behind two handprints on your bump. You heard cheers from your friends and family as they knew, yet you still had no idea.

A couple minutes of you and Ben attacking each other with even more powder, you heard someone yell, “take the blindfolds off!”

The moment of truth. You and Ben were facing each other as you both removed the pieces of cloth. Your eyes widened with happiness and joy when you saw Ben was covered in blue powder. You screamed out, jumping into his arms and giving him a huge kiss.

“I love you,” you murmured against his lips.

“I’m so happy, darling. I’m so happy to be having a little mini me with you,” he whispered, as everyone continued to take pictures of you two.

“It also means you get to choose the middle name,” he added, causing you to laugh.

“But seriously. I’m so ecstatic, really. I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you for going through this. I know it hasn’t been easy with the cramps, pain, and being uncomfortable, but it means so much that you are carrying my child, our child.” He pressed his hand to your stomach, when suddenly, you felt a tiny ache where his hand was. You gasped, Ben’s eyes going wide as he noticed it too.

“Did he- was that…” He was speechless. You nodded, tears falling down your cheeks as you shared such a precious moment. You were glad no one interrupted you yet.

Ben was sobbing at this point. He was not expecting this, so it obviously caught him off guard, making him even more emotional than he would have been if he was trying to feel for the kick.

“Oh my gosh,” he dropped down to his knees to come face to face with your bump. He pressed his lips to your stained t-shirt, not caring about the powder.

“I love you so much, little one. You were a surprise, but we definitely love you.” You tangled your hand in his hair as he talked quietly to your growing bump. He glanced up at you to see your emotional yet loving state, and grinned softly.

“I love you, darling. And I love our little boy.”

“I love you too, Ben.” You made him stand so you could kiss him again. Your friends and family, all teary eyed, continued to wait to congratulate you, realizing you two needed a moment alone.

Once you both turned towards the group, they took that as an okay to bring you in for hugs.

It was a very overwhelming situation, honestly. As much as you appreciate everyone’s love and joy, you had to take a small break inside. Ben noticed and left you alone for a few minutes. When he realized you weren’t back outside after five minutes, he went to investigate.

He found you in the bathroom, washing the remnants of the powder off your face and arms.

“Hey love. You alright?” You nodded, turning to him with a towel in your hands, drying your skin.

“Just got a bit too much, had to step away for a few,” you shyly admitted.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, darling. You’re four months pregnant, and being surrounded by that many people probably isn’t the best situation. They’ll understand, I guarantee you.” You nodded and shoved your face in his neck.

“Taylor,” you whispered, confusing Ben. He pulled back to see the small smile on your face.

“Huh?”

“The middle name. I want it to be Taylor. After Roger, of course. It feels right because it’s the reason we met, you were playing him.” He grinned softly, pressing his lips to yours.

“Alright. Well then, we should go and break the news to him, yeah?” You nodded and bit your lip, grabbing his hand as he took you back outside.

“Roger!” Ben yelled, waving his hand to signal Roger to come over. Once he was standing in front of the two of you, your hand resting on your bump, Ben broke the news to him.

“We, well (Y/N), decided to have the baby’s middle name be Taylor, after you.”

“It only feels right, considering we met while he was playing you,” you cut in. A huge smile broke out onto his face as he took in what was happening. He immediately hugged you, then Ben, thanking you both for the small yet grand gesture.

The party continued with ease until everyone slowly started to leave. It was now around six at night, when you and Ben were laying in bed, resting just a few before you went downstairs to clean everything up.

“You want to announce this on Instagram?” He asked quietly, softly rubbing your belly, which he has been doing a lot recently.

“Sure. Do you have a picture?” He nodded, pulling his phone out, and rummaging through his photos that he took today.

“My mum took this the second we threw the powder up.” You smiled as you gave him the okay to post it.

benhardy: the moment we found out what little baby Jones is 💙 not pictured is the moment after we found out, when we felt him kick for the first time. Most magical moment of my life.

rogertaylorofficial: Congratulations, such a beautiful couple. Appreciate the gift of using my name in his

lovebenhardy1991: OMG (Y/N) AND BEN ARE HAVINF A BABY!!!! THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!!! CONGRATS YOU TWO!!!

mrgwilymlee: Honored to know the gender before anyone else did. So glad you guys trusted me. Beautiful moment between you two. Congrats ❤️

joe_mazzello: GWILYM KNEW THE GENDER BEFORE ME??? HOW DARE YOU

joe_mazzello: But seriously, congratulations. You two are going to make amazing parents.

benhardy: @joe_mazzello he knew before us, don’t be pissy

queenborhaplover: wow congrats!! you two are going to be the cutest parents ever!!

benhardyisdaddy: BEN IS OFFICALLY A DADDY!!!! OMG!

brianmayforreal: Happy to have been able to be there. A truly special moment for you two. Congrats!! Bri

A few months pass and you are now seven months pregnant. You are getting close to your due date, which of course has been scaring you more than anything. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, but thinking of labor was traumatizing. But you knew Ben would be right there with you, holding your hand, no matter what.

At the moment, you two were laying on the couch together, talking quietly as you watched a movie.

“We really need to think of names,” you said randomly, almost forgetting that you two have yet to come up with names. It was going to be pretty easy because you only had to think of one, as you already had the middle name.

“Alright. Let’s start then. Any names?” You thought of some already, in a note on your phone. But, you hadn’t asked Ben about them yet.

“I have a few already.” You pulled your phone out and clicked on the notes app to find the list.

“Theo,” you started. Ben nodded.

“Theo Taylor Jones. I don’t like it, but I don’t hate it.” You nodded and continued with the list.

“Cole.” No.

“Jackson.” Maybe.

“Watson.” Maybe.

“Lincoln.” No.

“Hudson.” Maybe.

“That’s it.” Ben nodded and came up with a few more, but none of the ones he had worked with the middle name.

“So we just have Jackson, Hudson, and Watson.”

“Oh my gosh, they all end with -son,” you laughed after realizing the small coincidence. Ben chuckled and shook his head.

“They sound good with Taylor.” After debating for the longest time, while adding in new names, you finally came to a decision. You smiled and softly rubbed your huge belly, Ben moving himself so he could talk to your bump.

“Hi baby boy. We can’t wait for you to arrive. I know your mum is scared, so please come easy, don’t be too mean to her,” you chuckled lightly at his little speech to your baby, and caressed his cheek softly.

“We love you so much, bubba.” He pressed a kiss to the spot where his son just kicked, most likely being a reaction to Ben’s voice. A huge grin stayed put on Ben’s face as he continued to talk to your baby and feel him kick over and over again. Tears were glistening in his eyes, he was so overjoyed to be experiencing this.

Now here you are, 39 weeks along and ready to give birth any minute now. You and Ben spent the day in bed, per your doctor’s orders. It was now around eight at night, and you were almost ready to go to sleep.

“Do you think tomorrow’s gonna be the day?” Ben asked as he rubbed your leg. You had a cramp, so of course he offered to help get rid of it.

“I’m not sure. He sure has been moving around a lot. And I feel like there’s more pressure.” He glared at you strangely.

“What?”

“I don’t know. It just feels like he’s trying to push out, so actually might happen tomorrow.” You smiled and stroked your swollen bump, your shirt ridden up due to you being really warm.

Ben grinned and rubbed your leg soothingly once he rubbed the cramp out.

“I’m ready as I’ll ever be, love. I can’t wait to see him.”

“I can’t either. But I’m still really scared.”

“You don’t need to be. You are going to be surrounded by an amazing team of nurses and doctors, you’re going to do great,” he told you as he caressed your cheeks with this thumbs softly and stared into your eyes. You nodded and started to calm down.

“I just don’t-“ you were cut short by a gasp escaping your lips. You suddenly felt overwhelming pressure course through your body and a wet spot formed underneath you. Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening.

Ben noticed as well and jumped up immediately, grabbing the bag you packed for the hospital. You sat up and he quickly helped you change your clothes.

You slowly made your way downstairs and out to the car. Ben helped you in and threw your bag in the backseat before hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Let’s go have this baby,” he whispered, reaching over to rub your stomach gently. You smiled as best as you could with the pain spreading throughout your body.

“Just drive. Hopefully we can get there in time.” Thankfully, the hospital you guys were going to was just half an hour away, so you didn’t have to drive an hour and forty-five minutes into the city.

Once you two arrived, Ben immediately called for a wheelchair and not even a minute later, a nurse came running out and over to your car. Ben helped assist you out of the car and into the chair, quickly grabbing the bag and heading inside with you.

In just five minutes, you two checked in, got a private room, and you were now hooked up, in a hospital gown, resting before the long process.

“Are you scared?” You asked Ben once the nurse who came to check up on you left. His head snapped up from his spot in the chair next to your bed and shook his head.

“I’m so excited. Why would I be scared.”

“What if we’re not good parents? What if we aren’t ready?” You were freaking out over everything because of your hormones.

“We may not be ready because this wasn’t planned, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to be amazing parents. I am so sure of it. We may not be the best in the world, but we’ll be the best we can be. I promise you, we’ll always be by each other’s side, okay?” He was now sitting on your bed, holding your hand and gently stroking the back of it. You nodded and leaned your head back on the pillow.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been so emotional and terrified of becoming a mum.”

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s normal for you to feel this way, love.” You ignored him as another contraction passed. You tightly gripped Ben’s hand, not caring if you hurt him. You were in way more pain than him.

The nurse came in a few minutes later and checked how much you were dilated. Only six centimeters. You have been there for two hours now, and have four centimeters left.

“It’s alright, love. You’re okay,” Ben soothed as another contraction hit. They were getting closer and closer.

Finally, four painful hours later, you were dilated ten centimeters and ready to start pushing.

Doctors and nurses swarmed your room as Ben stood by your side, helping you with pushing. He kept coaching you through pushes, wiping the sweat away from your forehead, and rubbing your back.

With one final push, your baby boy was born. His cries broke out, causing tears to flood your eyes and fall, your hormones now on high as your son was finally here. Ben was called over to cut the cord, and you saw tears streaming down his face as well. He stared at your baby as he was placed on your chest, his hand coming up to rub your shoulder.

“Hi baby,” you cooed through your sobs. You felt Ben’s tears drop on your head, but it didn’t matter. You finally had your family.

They took him away to clean him up, weigh and measure him, and put the tags on his tiny foot. Once he was all swaddled up with a tiny hat covering his head, he was back in your arms.

You burst into tears yet again after calming down while you got cleaned up as well. You were in so much pain and so exhausted, but you didn’t care.

“Hudson Taylor Jones,” Ben whispered as he brought his hand up to stroke his son’s cheek. Ben sobbed out as well, emotions taking over him as he stared down at the exact clone of him.

“I’m so proud of you, darling. You did so good,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thanks, bub. It really is all worth it seeing his beautiful little face. He looks exactly like you,” you looked up at Ben tiredly, staring into his green eyes. You looked down at your newborn son, and was blown away by the similarities. He had Ben’s eye shape, your nose, and Ben’s lips. He looked so much like your husband, it was crazy.

“My little family. I love you two so much.” Ben kisses your forehead again before leaning down to kiss Hudson’s.

He noticed you were struggling to keep your eyes open, so he held his hands out, signaling he could take Hudson from you.

“Love, get some rest. I can tell you’re exhausted, it’s three in the morning and you just gave birth. I’ll be here with him, we’ll be okay.” You nodded and yawned at the mention of rest. Ben took your son and sat in the chair with him as you drifted off to sleep.

Ben’s POV:

(Y/N) has finally fallen asleep, and I was left alone with Hudson. I set him vertically in my lap, supporting his head with one hand and his body with the other.

“Hi bubba. I can’t believe you’re finally here, and the fact that you look so much like me is crazy.” I started to talk to him quietly as he stared up at me with his beautiful blue eyes that were shaped like mine.

“You are so precious. I love you and your mummy so much, I’m going to do everything I can to protect you two from the cruel world. We’re going to lay low for a while so you don’t grow up being swarmed by paparazzi. I don’t want that for you, you don’t deserve that. I know my life is crazy and I may not always be there for you, but I promise I will love you forever. You and your mum mean the absolute world to me,” I started to choke on my words as tears flowed from my eyes. I can’t believe I have a son with the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Ben, are you alright?” I heard a voice ask. I glanced up to see (Y/N) barely awake, leaning over the side of the bed.

“I’m alright, love, go back to sleep, yeah?” She sighed and held her arms out for me.

“Cuddle with me, please? I know you want to spend time with him, but I really need your cuddles.” My heart swelled with love as she quietly begged to cuddle with me. I laughed lightly and stood to set Hudson in his little bassinet next to the bed. Careful not to hurt (Y/N), I slowly slipped into the tiny hospital bed with her, pulling her into my chest. She nuzzled her face into my shoulder and sighed contently.

“You two are my world. I’m so happy you’re in my life, and now you’ve given me, us, a son. A family. I love you so much, (Y/N) Jones.”

“I love you too, Ben. I’m so thankful for you, I couldn’t imagine sharing this moment with anyone else but you.”

“Get some sleep, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up,” I whispered into her hair, softly rubbing her back to soothe her aching muscles and to lull her to sleep.

Again, she was asleep within seconds. I, however, stayed awake, making sure Hudson was okay, making sure my wife was okay, and just thinking about how great my life is.

And to think this all started simply because I was jealous. It all started with the question, “why do you hate me?”

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Pâro (4)

Pairing: Cap!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,372

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A/N: It’s been forever since I posted a chapter of Paro, so here ya go! Here’s the last chapter, in case you don’t remember what happened lol. And here’s the masterlist, too, in case you wanna start at the beginning. Enjoy!

Bucky thought two weeks was enough to cool off. Though he wasn’t sure who needed to more; him or Bruce.

They avoided each other like the plague for fourteen days, barely mumbling more than a word to one another. The tension was high, and everyone noticed. The team saw Bucky’s fist clench whenever Bruce had to speak during a briefing. They saw how Bruce would hightail it in the opposite direction if he ever saw Bucky coming toward him. Tony had to fill them in, but it was clear that the issue needed to be resolved if the team was to work efficiently.

Even you knew that this had gone on for too long. Bucky and Bruce were on the same side; they needed to make up. Bucky was kneeling on the window seat, screwing one of the new window frames into the wall, when you decided to bring it up.

“So how are things at the Tower?”

Bucky shrugged, “Same as always. Paperwork, meetings, all that good stuff. Pass me the Philip's head, will you?”

“Course.” You grabbed the other screwdriver and placed it in his hand. “So, everyone’s good?”

He paused for a moment as he realized what you were getting at. Then, he nodded as he pressed into the screw just a bit harder. “Everyone’s good.”

“So,” You started once more. “Dr. Banner is good?”

“Y/N, I really don’t want to talk about Bruce right now.” He sighed, his arms dropping as he turned to you in the window seat.

“You can’t be mad at him forever, Bucky.”

“I can try.” He scoffed, only half-joking as he went back to screwing the pane into place.

“Be serious.” You slid up to the window seat and sat across from him before snatching the screwdriver from his hand. “He was just doing his job.”

“Yeah, and he scared you for no good reason. I can’t believe he thinks you have something to do with MODOK.”

You grasped one of his hands with your own, his blue eyes flitting up to yours. “I appreciate you protecting me. I do. But Dr. Banner was doing what he thought was right. Not to mention, you have to work with him.”

He sighed, “I know.”

“Don’t you think it would be better for you, and better for your team, if you weren’t fighting with each other?”

Bucky had nodded, knowing that you were right and that this had gone on for too long. That’s why he was standing outside of Bruce’s lab preparing for a conversation that would inevitably turn into another argument. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that this was necessary. He was the Captain now, and that meant he had to put his pride aside for the sake of the team.

He turned the knob and walked in slowly, seeing Bruce working on something at his bench. He cleared his throat to gain Bruce’s attention. When Bruce turned his head and caught sight of Bucky, he returned to work almost immediately. “I suppose you’re here to reprimand me.” He said quietly with a scoff.

Bucky sighed. “Look, I know it’s hard, switching from Steve to me. But you didn’t have to take it out on her, Bruce.”

Bruce put down his tools and spun around on his stool. He looked up at Bucky as he wiped his hands on an old rag. “That’s not what it’s about. I think you’re doing a great job, actually. Minus, the girl.”

“She has a name.”

“She’s also hiding something.”

“Not this again.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Look, just listen, okay? Just listen to what I have to say.”

Bucky held his gaze but folded his arms over his chest. “Fine.”

“Nothing adds up, Bucky. She’s been at the scene both times MODOK attacked. In the first one, she almost got killed but wasn’t scared. The second, she’s in a facility that she has no business in.”

“She said the company contracts accountants from her firm.”

“Except there’s no record of that with the company or her firm,” Bruce revealed, watching Bucky’s expression falter a bit. “Not to mention, her stories didn’t match.”

“What?”

“She told you that she was on her way back to work. She told me that she was just leaving work.”

Bucky let out an unbelievable chuckle. “She had just jumped out of an exploding building and was being shouted at by a man who’s known to turn into a huge, violent green dude when he’s angry, Bruce.”

Bruce looked to the ground, shame flooding his veins. That was the only part of the night he regretted. He never meant to get so angry. He knew what could’ve happened, and for that, he owed Bucky and you an apology. “I’m sorry about that, Bucky. I really am. I didn’t mean to lose my temper like that.”

“I’m not the one you scared half to death.”

Bruce sighed, “I just know what manipulation looks like, what it feels like. I’ve experienced it too many times to count, and I know you have, too. I can’t stand by and watch it happen to someone I care about.”

The room was suddenly quiet. Bucky considered what Bruce had said. The only thing worth looking into to him, at least, was the thing about your firm and that company. Not to mention, Bruce admitted to caring about Bucky. He was still getting used to having friends outside his immediate circle; Steve, Nat, Sam, and the like. Hearing Bruce say that warmed his heart. “I’m flattered, Banner.” Bucky joked.

“I’m glad.” Bruce chuckled. “You know, I wouldn’t bring this up if I didn’t believe it. She’s hiding something.”

Bucky closed his eyes and let out a sigh, pinching his nose. When he dropped his hand, he checked his watch and noted the time. “I have to go.”

As he headed to the door, Bruce spun back around on his stool and picked up his tools. “Hot date?”

The super soldier paused and breathed through his nose. Reaching for the doorknob, he turned his head. “I’ll be back later. Call if it’s urgent.”

When Bruce heard the door shut, he sighed and looked across the table at the papers and files he’d been digging up in his search for the truth. He shook his head and looked down at Bucky’s shield, focusing on the repairs. Suddenly, he paused, noticing a small splatter of red in the blue ring of the shield.

Blood.

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Dr. Banner?”

“Run the splatter of blood on Cap’s shield for DNA.”

“Of course, Dr. Banner.”

—

As Bucky pulled over in front of the fancy restaurant in the car Tony lent him, he wondered if half an hour was too early to show up for a date.

He wanted everything to go perfectly. He went to Steve and Nat’s for help. Steve gave an enthusiastic pep-talk as Nat made Bucky try on a thousand different dress shirts. When the outfit was finally decided on, he left the couple’s house in a nervous rush. Logically, he knew he wouldn’t be late, but he couldn’t help thinking that something, anything would go wrong.

When he stepped out of the car, he pulled his suit jacket together, buttoning it. He ran a hand through his hair as he passed his keys off to the valet. He noticed the valet looking at his metal hand for just a bit longer than necessary but said nothing. He smiled kindly, “Thanks.”

Bucky walked inside, straight up to the podium where a server was waiting. “Good evening. Do you have a reservation?” She asked.

“Um, yes. Under Bucky Barnes.”

Her eyes widened as she looked at him. Lips parted, she couldn’t find the words. Bucky, again, smiled kindly at her as she slowly nodded to herself. “Sorry.” She said. “It’s just, you know, not every day does an Avenger walk in here.”

“It’s okay.” He chuckled.

“Your reservation says it’s for two.” She said, a bit confused as she led him to his table.

“Yeah, I’m a bit early.” He admitted while tugging on his collar. “Just a little nervous.”

“First date?”

“In about eighty years, yeah.” He chuckled breathlessly as they arrive at the table. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll bring a bottle of our best champagne for you.”

Down the block, your heels clicked on the pavement as you held your clutch in your hands. You could barely contain your smile as you neared the restaurant. You were beyond excited to go on a date with Bucky as he had fascinated since the day you met. You had heard so many good and bad things about him, but none of it seemed to do him justice.

He was a good person, through and through. You could tell just from looking into his arctic eyes. They held compassion for everyone, a willingness to give everyone a chance. And at the same time, he had a desire to protect everyone he could.

Maybe tonight was your opportunity to make him see how special he really was.

You stopped just outside the restaurant’s large window, peering inside. Your smile reflected in the glass when you caught sight of Bucky. He was thanking a waitress as he brought a bottle of fine champagne to the table in an ice bucket. He looked so handsome, his suit fitting him perfectly. You watched as he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it across the back of his chair. His dress shirt hugged his biceps nicely, and you couldn’t help but giggle when he let out a nervous huff as he sat back down.

After you took a deep breath of your own, you turned to walk to the entrance of the restaurant. Suddenly, you stopped, a strange feeling running up your arm. You lifted it and inspected your skin, but there was nothing unusual. Just your bracelet hanging from your wrist.

That was when you heard a voice.

Come to me.

Your eyes widened and you jumped, dropping your clutch on the ground. Much to your surprise, you turned around and began walking in the opposite direction. You tried to fight the feeling as it started to rush to your head. Your vision became hazy within mere seconds, but your body continued moving without a problem. Your last thought was of Bucky, hoping he’d come to save you once more.

Then everything went black.

Bucky waited for ten minutes after seven o’clock, the agreed upon time. Then ten turned to fifteen. Fifteen turned to thirty. Before Bucky knew it, an hour had passed by, and you still hadn’t arrived. He wasn’t sure what to think anymore. Did you stand him up? Did something happen to you? Had you forgotten?

Suddenly, Bucky’s phone was ringing, and his heart leaped as he hoped it was you. However, when he dug it out of his pocket, he saw that it was just Tony. He pressed answer and brought the phone up to his ear, “What’s up?”

“Sorry to interrupt your dinner, Cap, but we’ve got a situation.”

“What kind of situation?”

“The evil supervillain kind. I sent your motorcycle and shield to the restaurant. The destination is in the GPS; Just get here as fast as you can.”

Bucky stood and began making his way to the entrance, immediately shifting into Captain mode. “Alright, just keep everything under control ‘til I get there.”

“Aye aye, Cap’n.”

Outside, he could see his motorcycle and shield awaiting its driver. Just as he got to the door, the server from before called him. He had no time to turn around as he called back to her, “Just send the bill to Tony Stark.”

Everyone’s head had turned in Bucky’s direction as he made his way to his motorcycle, but he barely noticed. He approached the vehicle only stopping when he felt something under his foot. He looked down and lifted his foot, seeing a small clutch on the ground. He searched it for an ID, but his stomach sank when he found.

The picture of you was clear, as was your name.

“Shit.”

Bucky was pretty sure he broke every traffic law there was getting to the scene. On the way, he dialed your number and quickly slid his earpiece in, hoping he could get a hold of you. He was sent to your voicemail after a few rings, so he sighed and left a message.

“Y/N, I need you to call me back so I know you’re okay. I found your clutch outside the restaurant, but you never came in, and I just… Look, MODOK is attacking again, so I need you to get somewhere safe, far away from the scene, alright? Please? Call me back.”

As he got close, he noticed that the streets were full of people, but they left their cars while fleeing. He traveled through the cars as people ran screaming in the opposite direction. When he got to the heart of the fight, he felt his blood boil at the sight of the destruction. He hopped off his motorcycle and grabbed his shield, only to be lifted off the ground. He looked up with wide eyes, his heart hammering as he realized it was just Tony. “Warn a guy, will you?” Bucky shouted over the noise.

“Turn your comms on, will you?” Tony retorted.

“Wasn't exactly expecting to need them,” Bucky said as Tony dropped him onto a nearby roof. He turned them on and was immediately met with Bruce calling for him from HQ, slipping off his suit jacket. “Bruce, what is it?”

“There’s something important you need to know before you get there.”

“Well, I’m already here so tell me quick.” He gripped his shield and walked to the edge of the roof, trying to estimate the height. When he looked back up, his heart stopped.

A woman stood atop the rubble dressed in a dark purple leather combat suit, an evil smirk on her lips. Her eyes were white, almost as if they had been rolled to the back of her head. Her hands shot focused beams of purple energy at the team, but that’s not what surprised him.

What surprised him was that the woman was you.

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