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moonydustx · 19 days

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a/n: did I mention that I love writing angst? Seriously, I'm a fan of a good drama. This one has been sitting in drafts for a while, it's small, but it's worth it.

Heartache

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

warnings: angst with no happy ending. Unrequited feelings on both sides.

"Captain, I'm leaving the crew."

The words that came out of your mouth were enough to open an abyss beneath Law's feet. What do you mean, you were leaving the crew? What do you mean you were leaving him behind?

The bitter taste still lingered in his mouth when he met his crewmates again after a mission. The bitter taste referred to finding yourself locked in the arms of another man.

Not that Law could charge you anything. One drunken night you even tried to steal his kisses and thoughts for yourself, but you were pushed away by his tattooed hands, an apology combined with a we can't do this came from him. After that, all you had to do was bury your feelings or at least hide them from your field of vision.

However, it was not possible to hide the small kindnesses coming from Law, the woody perfume that emanated from him, the sound of his laughter - even if it was not frequent, when it appeared it was a comfort to your troubled soul.

Until someone new appears, physically beautiful, the jokes not as good as the ones you shared with your captain, but with this man there seemed to be a promise to mitigate those feelings that accumulated in the form of tears on your pillow every night.

Just like a wound in the healing process, some days it hurt more, others less, when your captain came across you, it was as if the wound opened again.

However, it was still difficult to put it into words.

"Why you say that?" Law's voice hit you like a bullet, aimed and named at you.

You had known him for years and knew very well how he hid his feelings with every action. It was possible to name this time as heartache.

"Hiro asked me to stay with him, it seems like a good proposal." yes, it was inevitable that the hurt wouldn't be in your voice either.

"And you will accept?" Your silence answered the question. "Why not the other way around? Why doesn't he join the crew?" the words came out like a waterfall from Law. Intense, and almost impossible to contain.

"Are you really serious?" your face lit up, much to Law's unhappiness.

It wasn't that he didn't want to see it there, he just wanted that joy to be directed towards him and not about another man being part of the crew. On the other hand, you just wanted Law to take action and put an end to your crazy idea of leaving everything behind for a guy.

"I'm serious, of course, if he wants. Talk to Bepo, find him some tasks and we'll talk again later."

Your smile seemed to light up the entire room - even though the sunlight was already shining on the grass below your feet. You wanted to be able to hug him, to be able to thank him for something you weren't sure you wanted. You wanted to feel Law against your fingers, sink against his skin. That was something that didn't belong to you and apparently wouldn't never belong. You just thanked him and left your captain alone - and that was just what he would be.

The world around him seemed to lose some of its brightness when Law saw you jump away, your fruity smell getting further and further away.

It would hurt. He would be cynical if he said no.

It would hurt like little razors cutting into his skin, like little cuts that wouldn't bleed as much, but would be there to remind him of the pain or rather to remind him of how good it was when such pain didn't exist.

The feeling of your lips against his would remain like a ghost, a distant memory of his regret. Why had he denied you such affection? Why had he denied himself such affection? Fear seemed like the perfect answer, fitting any source he could list.

Fear of getting hurt, fear of hurting you, fear of putting a target on you as soon as someone saw you with your arms tied to him, fear of what such a feeling could bring - and look what an ironic feeling, after all, all fear had now been replaced by pain.

At least he would still have you there, an arm's length away, no longer a hug away or a night contemplating the sky above the submarine that broke the weak waves of some night you spent awake and talking.

Now it would be with someone else that you would stay there, lost in daydreams throughout the night, sharing sips of drinks that are so awful that even with the division, there would still be full glasses and laughter for you and your new companion.

It would be someone else who would feel your soft skin, who would capture your lips, kisses and moans. And he - Law - would continue there, being his captain, captain of a new guy who for now he wouldn't want to bother knowing the name of.

But Law would still have you there, he would have small fragments of you, small fragments of your attention, a constant memory of the chance he missed to have you whole, just for him, the girl who was supposed to be just his.

The feelings would remain hidden within him for who knows how long. In the same way, your photo hugging Law would remain hidden on your pillow, a vague memory of the nights you shared and now would no longer share.

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader

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rarityroo · 7 days

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I heard that you were in need of requests, so umm.... How about a cute date with Pomni and a fem!reader at the digital carnival? (With Pomni hoping that Caine won't ruin it in his attempts to make their date more "romantic")

A Total Roller Coaster

(Pomni x fem! Reader)

This is such a cute idea, I had such a fun time writing this. I love carnivals, sadly I have been to my local one yet but hopefully I will soon! Thank you for sending this in. Enjoy!

When you first proposed the idea Pomni looked at you like you had three heads. You suppose you understand her hesitation, a date at the digital carnival but to you, it sounded like a perfectly fine date to you.

Pomni's eyes blinked rapidly as she processed your suggestion. "A date at the carnival?" She questioned looking at you slightly confused. 'Well, I must admit, that's a rather... unconventional idea." She tilted her head slightly.

You chuckled at her reaction, reaching out to gently pat her shoulder. "Come on, Pomni, it'll be fun! We'll have the whole place to ourselves, explore the games and the rides, and maybe even win some prizes!"

Pomni hesitated for a moment, her expression flickering with uncertainty. "I guess it could be... enjoyable," she admitted reluctantly. "But what if something goes wrong?" You knew what she was alluding to. Caine. He had a tendency to intrude on any date you and Pomni had, you were sure his intention was innocent but he did more harm than good despite his intent.

You grinned reassuringly. "Don't worry, Pomni. I've already spoken to the others and they promised to try to keep Caine in check for tonight. Besides, I'm sure he'd understand the importance of privacy for a date like this"

Pomni nodded slowly, a small smile forming on her lips. "Alright then, I trust you." She reached out her hand. "Should we head to the carnival, then?" You intertwined your fingers with hers, feeling the warmth of her touch. "Absolutely," you replied, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's go make some memories together then." You say with a smile.

As you and Pomni strolled through the vibrant digital carnival, the neon lights casting playful hues across the landscape, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling within you. This was definitely going to be a date to remember.

However, just as you are about to step onto the virtual rollercoaster, a sudden glitch distorts the rollercoaster, hearing Caine's voice echo through the carnival's speakers. "Ahem, excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice that the ambiance here could use a bit of 'enhancement'. Allow me to fix that for you."

Before you could protest, the carnival transformed into a sappy romantic wonderland, complete with heart-shaped balloons, confetti cannons, and a cheesy soundtrack playing in the background.

Pomni jumped in surprise, her expression a mix of frustration and exasperation. "Oh god, it seems Caine couldn’t stop himself after all," she remarked with an annoyed chuckle.

You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, wrapping an arm around Pomni's waist. "Well, it may not be what we expected, but it's certainly... memorable," you quipped, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Together, despite Caine being...himself you tried to enjoy your date even though he persistently tried to mettle in your business. Exploring the carnival's attractions with laughter and smiles on your faces.

As the night drew to a close, with the digital stars painting the sky in dazzling colors, you knew that this imperfectly perfect evening would be etched into your mind forever.

With a final glance at Pomni, her eyes sparking with joy, you whispered, "Thank you for being here with me, Pomni. Even if it wasn't perfect I don't think anything could ever ruin the happiness I feel when I'm with you."

As the date ended, you and Pomni headed inside the tent you looked back at the carnival, leaving nothing but the warmth of your connection behind, you knew that your love for Pomni was as real as anything in this digital world.

#the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus pomni #tadc pomni x reader #pomni x reader tadc #pomni x fem!reader #pomni x reader #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x fem! reader #tadc pomni #pomni

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ryker-writes · 11 months

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When She Loved Me

This is for the @briarvalleyarchives 'anthems of old' event and using the song "When She Loved Me" from Toy Story 2

Content: Malleus x reader, angst, death, no happy ending

Note: While the song uses she/her pronouns, reader's pronouns are not specified

When somebody loved me

Everything was beautiful

Every hour we spent together

Lives within my heart

Malleus never thought he would find someone who would want to spend their days with him. Truthfully, he had gotten used to being alone. That's why he was so surprised to find out that you loved him.

Finally someone was by his side because they truly wanted to be. Not because they were one of his guards or someone meant to serve him, but because you loved and cared for him. He was so grateful to find you, and he grew to love you too.

He soon found that he enjoyed everything so much more when someone he loves is by his side. The previous aspects of his life that were once mundane and normal had a much joyful and treasured spot in his memories.

Even something as simple as late night walks became something so precious to him. It never mattered if you two were talking about your days or not even talking at all. Just walking beside you and spending time with you was always enough for him. Even things he normally wouldn't like has become wonderful memories to him.

Malleus never liked eating birthday cake. In the past, he had to eat one all on his own for his birthday and got heartburn. Since then, he's never liked birthday cakes. But when he tried some birthday cake with you, he was actually able to enjoy the cake. Even though you may have eaten too much and started to feel ill, he still hold the memory close to his heart.

And when she was sad

I was there to dry her tears

And when she was happy, so was I

When she loved me

He always hated it when you were sad. Regardless of what made you sad. He only ever wished for you to be happy and content in everything. Even though it was unrealistic, that didn't stop him from trying his best to keep things like that.

That's why, as soon as he saw you were sad, he immediately tried to help. You were always his highest priority, but in that moment, you immediately became his center of attention.

Malleus' first instinct was to wipe the tears away from your face and ask you what was wrong. He would always listen so closely to everything you said, and only once you were done would he offer solutions or comfort.

Though Malleus wasn't the best at comfort, he would do anything he could to see you happy. He would always try to think of what makes him happy, and offer it to you. So, in an attempt to comfort you, he presented you with one of his gargoyle statues and even got you ice cream. If it would distract you from whatever made you upset, he would gladly go on about the gargoyles. But if you just needed a shoulder to cry on, he's happy to do that too. Malleus would rub circles on your back and even start humming in an attempt to help you feel better.

And he will keep doing it all, as long as it takes until you can feel better. And then he will do anything he possibly can to make you smile again. Malleus is always thrilled to see your smile.

That smile...as long as he was able to see that smile, Malleus would be happy.

Through the summer and the fall

We had each other, that was all

Just she an I together

Like it was meant to be

As the years went by, you two had each other. Through all the memories, all the laughter, all the problems, and all the pain, you two stuck together.

And it was perfect.

Each day that passed by, Malleus grew to love you more than he already did. He knew from the very beginning that there was no one else for him. You would forever be the one in his heart, and the only one he could love.

There was nothing he could do to repay you for all the joy you've brought to his life through the years. You showed him so many new things, and taught him even more. You brought him true happiness and love, and asked for nothing in return.

Still, he did his best to show his love back. He would love to give you gifts or things he considered precious like jewels. But nothing could compare to the gift that was your company.

And when she was lonely

I was there to comfort her

And I knew that she loved me

Even though you were there by his side, there were still times he would feel a bit lonely. Years of being alone had left it's marks on his heart, and it's a long process to undo all of that time. Malleus was very familiar with being in a room with people, yet still feeling incredibly lonely.

This was another one of those times. It was a special event in Briar Valley. Lots of people had come to celebrate and dance, but none would interact with their King. Some saw him as too far above them, others didn't even want to be near him. Alas, this is what he was used too.

But then he felt your hand hold his; a gentle reminder that he wasn't alone. He looked over to him and saw that bright smile of yours that he loved, and he felt his loneliness creep away. Though not completely gone, he felt much less alone. He found it quite strange actually. All you did was hold his hand and smile at him, but it helped so much.

It was always your smallest gestures that made him feel so loved.

So the years went by

I stayed the same

But she began to drift away

I was left alone

Still, I waited for the day

When she'd say, "I will always love you"

Malleus doesn't age like you do. That was something you both were painfully aware of. As you two started to grow old together, only one of you showed any signs of age. As you grew old, he didn't change.

While at the time, you may not have mentioned anything about your age, Malleus saw it all. He noticed every change that came with age. While he still loved you, he was worried about it all. He noticed that as days went on, you had less energy, your hair started to gray, and you became more fragile. Things that the two of you were normally able to do together, were no longer possible. It saddened him to see you like this, but he still did everything he could to make you happy/

But eventually, the curse of old age had come for you. You were sick, and both of you knew your health was deteriorating as the days passed. You're already fragile form wouldn't be able to fight much. Both of you knew that, but neither of you said it. Under Malleus' care, you received the best doctors and any healing magic that would help. But even that only slowed down your sickness temporarily.

Lonely and forgotten

Never thought she'd look my way

And she smiled at me and held me

Just like she used to do

Like she loved me

When she loved me

Each day, your body would grow weaker. The two of you could no longer act like you used to when it left you bedridden. Still, Malleus stayed by your side through most hours of the day.

How he wished things were different. If only he could reverse time, or find some way to cure your old age. But alas, even he was not that strong. So the most he could do was try to lend you what strength he could, and do whatever he could to fulfill any wishes you had.

You knew how much it must pain him to see you like this. So you did the best you could to act like things were going to be fine, and that you were fine, even if you knew that was a lie. You wanted to be with him like you normally would, so even though it was difficult at times, you made sure to smile and hold him like you always would.

Whenever you did that, he could feel you loved him, and he was so grateful for you.

When somebody loved me

Everything was beautiful

Every hour we spent together

Lives within my heart

When she loved me

And now you were gone, and once again, Malleus was alone. All that was left behind was the memories you two made together, and Malleus knows that he'll never be able to love another the same way he loved you. Each day, he misses you more and wishes he could go back to those days...

Those days when you loved him.

#briarvalleyarchives #angst #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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ateez-ana · 7 days

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i can do it with a broken heart

i'm always sad when something about that interview pops up in my… wooyoung is perfect and deserves all the love in the world

..........

The air in the dorm room was thick with unspoken tension. Wooyoung, the usually boisterous member of ATEEZ, sat hunched over his phone, his gaze fixed on the screen, but his mind a million miles away. Ana watched him from across the room, a silent observer to his distress.

'It’s just... it’s just that they said I looked like a pig,' Wooyoung finally mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.

Ana’s heart sank. She knew this interview had gotten to him. Wooyoung, with his infectious laughter and boundless energy, was so confident, but beneath that facade lay a deep insecurity about his appearance.

'What are you talking about?' Ana asked softly, trying to hide her own anxieties. 'You look amazing.'

Wooyoung shook his head, his eyes downcast. 'No, Ana, they actually said it. In the interview. It was live, and it was on camera. I know they meant it as a joke, but it hurt.'

His words echoed a familiar melody in Ana’s own heart 'You know, Wooyoung,' she said, her voice soft but firm, 'I’ve been there too. People constantly compare me to the other idols, make comments about my looks, my talent, even my presence in the group.'

He looked up, surprised. 'What do you mean?'

'I'm the only girl in the group,' she said, her voice softening. 'There's a lot of pressure to be perfect, to be good enough. I get so many comments about my appearance, about my talent, about everything. It's exhausting I get it. I've been called everything from 'fake' to 'talentless' since our debut. People said I wouldn't last a month, that I was just a pretty face. But I'm still here, fighting for my dream.'

She continued, her voice barely a whisper, 'Right after we debuted, I seriously considered leaving. I felt so lost, so alone even if I had you guys” Her gaze softened, meeting Wooyoung's directly. 'The first fan meeting was the scariest, you know? Two girls came up to us, completely ignoring me to talk to the boys. I felt so invisible, so unimportant. It made me question everything.'

'But then I realized,' she said, her voice gaining a strength that surprised even her, 'I was the only girl, the only one who could be a role model for other girls who dreamed of being on stage. And I wouldn't let the negativity dim my light. I wouldn't let it steal my joy.'

Wooyoung was silent, absorbing her words. He realized that he wasn't alone in his struggles. Ana, the girl who always seemed so confident and strong, was carrying her own burdens.

He reached out and took her hand, his grip firm but gentle. 'You're not alone, Ana. I'm here, and we'll face this together. We're a team, remember? We're Ateez.'

Ana smiled, a flicker of hope lighting up her eyes. 'Yeah, we're Ateez. And we'll fight this together, as a team.'

'It's okay to be insecure, Wooyoung,' Ana said, her voice gentle. 'We all have those doubts. But the important thing is to talk about them, to support each other. You’re not a pig, you're amazing. And I know you see the best in me too.'

Wooyoung nodded, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek. In that shared moment of honesty, the weight on their shoulders seemed to lighten. The room, once heavy with unspoken pain, now vibrated with a newfound sense of understanding. They were two idols, facing the world together, each other's anchors in the storm.

'You're perfect just the way you are, Wooyoung,' Ana said, her voice soft but firm. 'Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.'

Wooyoung looked up, his eyes still damp from the tears he'd tried to hide. He'd been so hurt by the interview, the word 'pig' echoing in his mind like a cruel taunt.

'But... what if I'm not?' he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.

Ana reached out, her hand resting gently on his arm. 'You are. You're strong, funny, and incredibly talented. You light up every room you walk into. You're the best damn dancer I know.'

And as the first rays of dawn painted the sky, the two roommates sat side by side, their shared vulnerability a silent promise of strength and support. They knew, in that moment, that they were not just bandmates, they were friends, allies, and each other's solace. Their insecurities, once seemingly insurmountable, now felt smaller, lighter, a part of their shared journey. They had found healing, not in denial, but in acceptance, in the warmth of shared vulnerability, in the simple act of being seen and understood.

The weight of her words lifted something heavy in Wooyoung's chest. He looked at Ana, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the day , and he knew, deep in his heart, she was right. He didn't need to change for anyone. He was perfectly, beautifully himself.

#ateez #ateez 9th member #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez ninth member #ateez fake texts #wooyoung

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jackles010378 · 5 months

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A Christmas to Remember 🎄🎁

(Dean Winchester x you)

No warnings just fluff 🥰

The snow was falling gently outside the cosy little cabin Dean had rented out for him and y/n. Dean sat on the couch, drinking his whiskey, and staring at the beautifully decorated Christmas tree. The lights twinkled, casting a warm glow throughout the room. This was supposed to be a perfect Christmas, their first one together.

Y/N walked into the living room, a pile of presents in her arms. She had spent hours carefully selecting each gift, wanting to make this day extra special for Dean. As she set the gifts under the tree, her smile faltered slightly. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

The day started with a power outage due to a blizzard. Dean had tried to fix it, but the electricity was still out. However, they didn't let that dampen their spirits. They decided to make the best of it and enjoy a simple, old-fashioned Christmas, with no distractions from the outside world.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N approached Dean with a brave smile. "Dean, I have a surprise for you," she said, holding out a small box.

Dean's eyes lit up, curiosity evident in his face. "What is it?"

"Open it and find out," she replied, excitement bubbling within her.

Dean carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a vintage pocket watch. He studied it for a moment before a grin spread across his face. "Y/N, this is incredible! How did you find this?"

Y/N blushed, pleased with his response. "I spent days scouring antique shops. When I saw it, it reminded me of you. The classic, timeless charm seemed perfect."

Dean pulled her into a tight hug, whispering, "Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot."

As they embraced, a loud crash echoed from the kitchen. They quickly released each other and rushed toward the noise, only to find shattered plates and broken dishes on the floor. A stray cat had knocked over everything in its quest for food.

Dean sighed, "Well, there goes dinner."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, realizing that their perfect Christmas was slowly unraveling. "Don't worry, Dean. We can still salvage this. We have each other, and that's all that matters."

With renewed determination, they cleaned up the mess and decided to order takeout instead. They sat on the floor, surrounded by torn wrapping paper and half-eaten Chinese food, sharing laughs and stories.

Later that evening, as they snuggled under a blanket, watching the snow continue to fall, Dean turned to Y/N and said, "You know, Y/N, even though this Christmas didn't go as planned, it's been one of the best I've ever had, I love you."

Y/N smiled, her heart full, knowing that they had made memories that would last a lifetime. "I feel the same way, Dean. No matter what life throws at us, as long as we're together, we can find joy in the simplest things, I love you too"

And so, as the fire crackled in the fireplace, their laughter echoed through the cabin. They shared stories of their past and dreams for the future. It may not have been the Christmas they had envisioned, but it was perfect in its imperfections. Together, they created new traditions and cherished every moment, proving that love and resilience could turn even the most unexpected situations into something beautiful.

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @tmb510 @nescavaneck

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #supernatural #jackles #jensen ross ackles #spn cast #deanwinchtser #soldier boy #jensen ackles gifs #beau arlen #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester fanfiction

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xblackreader · 5 months

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For the @12daysofattoye challenge :P @attoye

Merry Christmas, Baby 🎁 - An Attoye Hallmark crackfic

- words: 2.5k+

Summary: This is a hallmark Christmas romance between Okoye, a big city businesswoman, and Attuma, her childhood crush boy next door who owns a Christmas tree business, and his dad isn’t Santa or anything, so chill out.

I put no effort into this, it’s purely for fun

༄ ♬ ˚₊ ➳ 💙⚔️❤️ ➳ ♪ ❀ ༄

It was a cold, snowy day, and the laughter and shine of joy on the streets was thick in the winter air.

Snow fell on the windows, the trees, and the cars in the parking lot, a perfect white blanket over a city that seemed to glow from the inside.

Okoye stood at the window and watched it fall, snickering at all the stupid people who celebrated Christmas and believed in having fun instead of working every day all the time.

It was a week from Christmas, and she was at work. She was always at work. She didn’t remember a time when she wasn't at work, especially at Christmas.

Okoye loved work, money, and the big city, but not Christmas because of her tragic past. But we’ll get into that at a later, more convenient-to-the-plot time.

Okoye sighed, sipping the coffee cup she was holding. Her best friend and the CEO of their company, Carol Danvers, was going to throw a party, and everyone would be there, including her lesbian sister, Maria Rambeau. But who cares? That’s another very gay story.

Okoye’s associate and technology manager, Shuri, walked into the room and slammed many amounts of critical business on Okoye’s desk. “Okoye,” she said, “we have many business to attend to this holiday season.”

Okoye rolled her eyes. She couldn't stand Shuri. She was annoying and always tried to bring joy into Okoye's life, but it wasn't happening.

”We need to get all this business done before Christmas so I can spend it with my Dilf Husband, Cha’htoh, or maybe my wife, Riri.”

Okoye scoffed and placed her coffee on the table in a Grinch way. “I do not care for romance and love; keep your Dilf away from my business! I will complete this business by myself!”

“But in order to complete it, you must travel to Christmas Town! A small, poor, warm, cozy town where you were born!”

“I will go to my hometown by myself and complete this business. That is all, associate Shuri Udaku.”

Shuri sighed as Okoye sat down to start on the business, tapping at her computer. “Oh, Okoye…” she lamented, “I hope you learn the true meaning of Christmas…”

And then, with a blink of an eye and a clap of her hands, the annoying associate Shuri was gone, and the door closed with a bang behind her. She must’ve been a magical negro. But Okoye cares not for magic or negros.

Okoye got back to her business, ignoring the feelings she may have in her heart because she never felt those feelings of joyful Christmas. She packed her bag in her office somehow and left for the airport in a big limousine, sighing wistfully at all the passing Christmas-flavored families.

The airport was cold and dull like her soul. She hated Christmas but had a good time listening to the Christmas songs because they reminded her of her tragic backstory.

The plane took off and she sat there and thought about her tragic backstory.

When it landed the airport this time was smaller and more warm and cozy, the planes were in a lounge sipping on hot cocoa. That’s how cozy it was.

This was truly her hometown.

She rented a car and drove down the icy road until she reached the only inn in the village, the Wakand Inn.

It was a beautiful log cabin with a fireplace and a warm glowing light.

The old inn keeper smiled at her and grasped her hand. “It’s Christmas, honey. If you need anything, just ask.”

She went to her room and laid down, sighing as she looked out the window. It had begun to snow, and the world looked soft and cozy and warm.

A feeling bubbled up inside her and she tried to push it down. This was too Christmas, she didn’t have time to Christmas, she was a big time lawyer or something like that.

She closed the curtains, and decided to go out and do some business. She put on her long trench coat and black suit and stepped outside, the snow crunching beneath her shoes.

There was a little shop across the street that was still open, the perfect place to put a big city law firm or accountants place??? Idk

She stepped into the store and found it empty except for a tall figure in a red flannel button up with sleeves rolled up who was bent over the counter, doing some work.

He turned around and smiled at her. Oh, It was the man who made her feel things in her chest. He was hot and sexy and tall and tan and thick and just overall a Mayan god, but he was too Christmas for her to love.

“Hi.” He said, his voice smooth and deep like dark chocolate. He flipped his long wavy hair over his shoulder and wiped his for some reason dirty hands on a wash cloth. “I’m Attuma. Welcome to my Christmas Tree shop.”

“Hi…” Okoye said, looking around. “Are you the owner?”

Attuma chuckled, his eyes glinting. He had a little scruffy beard on his jaw that Okoye thought was extremely sexy. “Yes, I own and operate this store. How can I help you?”

She cleared her throat. She had no time for love and romance, she needed to complete her business. “I’m here on behalf of the Milaje Corp. and we were interested in going into business with you.” She handed him many papers.

Attuma nodded. He had a strong jaw and beautiful deep brown eyes and his arms were veiny and his muscles bulged from all his small town work. He took out the papers and began to look them over, the gears in his mind turning.

Shaking his head, he handed her back the papers. “No, thank you.”

Okoye blinked in confusion.

That had never happened before.

Never ever.

In her entire time as a business woman, this had never happened.

He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled a charming smile.

“But, Mr. Attuma-“

“Just Attuma is fine.”

Okoye narrowed her eyes at him and his smile widened a bit. “Mr. Attuma. This contract is very generous!”

“You want to tear down my Christmas shop. It’s the own shop in town. Literally, there’s no other shops in the whole town.”

“But sir, this will make you very rich!”

“I don’t care about being rich, I only care abour Christmas and love.”

Okoye groaned. This was so not sexy or cool of him.

Attuma chuckled. He leaned across the counter, his hands flat on the wood, and his eyes stared deeply into hers. “Maybe you should learn more about this town and Christmas?”

“No.”

Attuma sighed, “if I can’t convince you to love Christmas by Christmas, I’ll sell you my Christmas Tree shop. Deal?”

Okoye thought about it for a moment. She was going to win, that was guaranteed, and she would be able to do her job. But what about his feelings and what if she did end up liking Christmas??

Okoye reached out and grabbed his hand, shaking it while holding his line of sight. She had to win, she had to.

She wouldn't let herself lose.

It was on.

Attuma pulled her hand towards him and kissed the back of it.

Okoye felt her insides burn. Then she heard bells, she looked towards the window and saw children playing happily and grimaced.

“I will show you what Christmas is all about, Ms. Okoye.”

“Okay.” She said, shaking her head at the happiness outside, “Wait, I never told you my-“

When she turned back, Attuma was gone.

Okoye shrugged, and headed back to her inn.

She went to sleep, dreaming of Christmas.

She hated it and beat Santa to death in her dreams.

<<<

Okoye woke up the next day, groaning as she stretched and pulled the blankets over her face. It was still early, she had time to sleep before her first business meeting.

A loud banging at her door made her jump. She groaned and pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes.

Who the hell was knocking on her door this early in the morning? When she approached the door, fully dressed suddenly and with two scarves on, the door opened.

Okoye froze.

Attuma was standing there with a grin.

And a tray.

On the tray were many, many plates.

He handed it to her and walked into the room, pushing her aside gently. He sat down at the table by the window and crossed his legs, gesturing to the chair opposite him.

Okoye looked down at the tray, then back at him.

It was filled with all kinds of food.

Pancakes.

Waffles.

French toast.

Crepes.

Scrambled eggs.

Eggs Benedict.

And bacon and sausage and a bowl of fruit.

Was this too much for one person and even four people? Yes, but it was Christmas and nothing mattered.

“So,” Attuma started watching Okoye as she began to fake eat the hearty breakfast for eight marathon runners, “Why do you hate Christmas so much?”

Okoye sighed and swallowed a big bite of food, trying to avoid Attuma's intense stare.

She was an amazing business woman and didn't feel the need to answer his stupid question. “It’s part of my tragic backstory. But that’s none of your business.”

Attuma pouted, leaning across the table. His long hair was tied back and Okoye couldn’t help but think about how his hair would look down.

She hated him.

And Christmas. But especially Christmas.

He shrugged and stood up smiling,

Damnit.

Attuma stood and grabbed her by the arm.

She protested and fought and squirmed, but he was a big muscly man. Who yanked trees from the ground for a living because he was a small town boy next door heartthrob but the last thing she was looking for was a man.

He pulled her out the inn, down the stairs and onto the cold, snowy street.

The children laughed and played, building snowmen and igloos and making angels in the snow. Okoye wrinkled her nose.

Attuma sighed. He had a dreamy look in his eyes as he watched the children. He really loved this town, he would get Okoye to love it again too.

“I remember when the town would gather to celebrate Christmas, singing carols and drinking cocoa, lighting the tree and dancing around the bonfire. Remember, Okoye?”

Okoye sighed and nodded her head. All she wanted was to complete her job, and the sooner, the better. But she did remember how she used to love Christmas, before…

Her thoughts trailed off. No, she had to finish her business and go back to her cold city life.

They walked in silence until they reached the town square. The Christmas tree was there, surrounded by many happy people and decorated beautifully with lights and ornaments.

Suddenly the Christmas magic became so big and beautiful and it overwhelmed Okoye with the power… of it… the magic.

“Okoye,” Attuma said, taking her hand and wiping a Christmas tear from her cheek, “I feel like I’m falling in love with you…”

“Attuma,” Okoye sniffled, “This eleven minute walk has been enlightening… I love Christmas and I love you! Let’s get married!”

“Yes! Okoye, you have taught me the true meaning of Christmas. The true meaning of Christmas is marriage.” He said, pressing a tender holiday kiss to her forehead. “But… I have a dark secret, I have to tell you…”

Okoye gasped, a look of horror crossing her face. “You’re gay?!”

“No, Okoye, not in this story. But I…”

“What is it, Attuma? Whatever it is we can get through it together!”

“My father… my Dad is Santa Claus.” Attuma said, dramatically. He fell to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes.

Okoye gasped and held him close, stroking his hair. Suddenly, above their heads, they heard a buzzing noise faintly grow closer.

An evil, evil helicopter flew in from the distance, flying low and fast, and circling the tree. Is that?… No! It can’t be!

“Ho ho ho!” Namor said, flapping his itty bitty winged feet in his little red shorts. “Merry Christmas!”

Okoye and Attuma looked at each other, then up at the flying elf, both wearing looks of confusion on their faces. Attuma stood up as Namor landed in the snow, hissing at the snow but he wasn’t no bitch so he took it.

“Dad?” Attuma said, confused, approaching his father.

Okoye gasped, “You’re Santa?!”

“The one and only! Merry-“

“But you’re elf sized.”

Namor grinned, “I’m travel size-“

“And why aren’t you wearing like… a suit?”

“Well, the shorts are more-“

“And your ears-“

“I’M SANTA, SHUT UP.” His right eye twitched and Okoye dropped it.

Namor smiled. He was very tan and very old, but a dilf about it honestly. Just a sexy little Christmas man. “Hello, son. It’s me, Santa Namor! And I need you to come with me or Christmas is over!”

“But Dad,” The larger son of Santa said, reaching behind him to grasp Okoye’s hand, “I love Okoye and I love Christmas, but I can't abandon my life here and I don’t want to abandon Okoye either. She left her gay friend in the big city for me!”

Namor nodded, looking at the two lovers. He sighed and shook his head as the bells jingled on his cute little hat. What a cutie patootie, that Christmas water elf king. “Well, the true meaning of Christmas… is love.”

Attuma and Okoye grinned at each other, they joined hands and it was suddenly their wedding and they kissed and rushed off into the carriage. Then Namor appeared again and did a little dance like the sky ballerina he is and sprinkled Christmas dust on them and they floated away into Christmas.

The End.

…

Okoye sighed and sat up.

Oh, it was just a dream. A horrible nightmare. Stretching and groaning in exhaustion, Okoye began to wake up.

Loud snoring on her left made her groan and she wrestled herself out of her big blue hunk of husband’s arms. “Attuma!” She whisper yelled. “Let me go!”

Attuma snorted and rolled over, falling asleep again.

Okoye grumbled and got out of bed, pulling a robe on and walking over to the window. The sun was rising slowly and surely, peeking over the Wakandan horizon. Okoye looked back and admired Attuma, even as he drooled and snored loud as a old rhino. Everything was perfect, exactly how she wanted it.

The door burst open and she startled, before the blur of speed in front of her turned into her son, Tadeas in her arms.

“Mommy…!” He sung sweetly, yawning but practically vibrating with joy. Tadeas smiled up at her, his big brown eyes twinkling. He had his father’s eyes, his mother’s cheeks, and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Smiling softly, she grunted as she lifted him entirely into her arms. He was only six and already so heavy, just like his daddy. “Mholo ngalentsasa, Mama!”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead and then his chubby cheeks, his mother squeezed him with love. “Good morning, little rhino.”

“Big Rhino! Like Daddy!” He insisted.

Okoye laughed and set him on the bed, watching as Attuma groaned and pulled him close. He mumbled a good morning and rolled over, his eyes still closed and his hair a mess. Their daughter Xyanza rushed in after that holding a mug of room temperature tap water with a loose tea bag in it, and Okoye swooned. How thoughtful. It was wrong, but the thought was so sweet.

“Got you teatea, Mama.”

“Thank you, my sweet girl.” Okoye cooed, cupping her face with one hand.

Her daughter smiled and then rushed over to join her brother in poking Attuma until he rose from the dead.

The Wakandan sunrise was beautiful, the warm, gentle light spreading across the land and touching everything in its path. Okoye had a few reservations about celebrating this colonizer holiday with her children; the capitalization on the holidays, the price upticks, the decorating…

But seeing them now, Attuma leaning up to fight her both his children against his chest and carry them with squeals and smiles to the living room to begin opening presents… Okoye had to admit, maybe the true meaning of Christmas was love.

Or maybe it was spending money and having a good time, she wasn’t sure yet.

But she had to say, the way her family felt now, was absolutely magical.

Merry Christmas.

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south-of-heaven · 9 months

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Lita x reader

Lita and reader going to the beach and surfing together :)

California || Lita x Reader

Summary: You and Lita spend your day off at the beach, catching waves and fooling around.

The sun was shining brightly over the California coastline, casting a golden hue over the sandy shores. You and Lita had finally managed to secure a day off from your busy schedules, and you couldn't think of a better way to spend it than at the beach.

With surfboards in hand and excitement in your hearts, you headed toward the crashing waves. The rhythmic sound of the ocean was like a soothing melody that beckoned you closer. As you reached the water's edge, Lita turned to you with a grin.

"Ready to catch some waves?" Her voice was filled with anticipation.

You nodded, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling up within you. The two of you had tried surfing before, but it had been a while. Still, the prospect of riding the waves together was exhilarating.

With practiced ease, you waded into the water, the cool waves lapping at your legs. Lita followed, her eyes locked onto the horizon as she anticipated the perfect wave. After a few moments, you spotted it – a wave with just the right height and curl.

"Go for it!" Lita encouraged, giving you a reassuring smile.

You positioned yourself on the surfboard, heart racing as the wave approached. With a powerful push, you rode the wave, the rush of adrenaline surging through your veins. The feeling of gliding on the water's surface was like nothing else, a mixture of freedom and euphoria.

As the wave carried you closer to the shore, you saw Lita riding her own wave beside you, her hair streaming behind her like a banner. The sight of her, so vibrant and alive, only added to the magic of the moment.

Once the wave had carried you both to the shallower waters, you let out a whoop of joy. Lita joined in, her laughter harmonizing with yours as you shared a triumphant high-five.

The day continued in a whirlwind of fun and adventure. Between surfing sessions, you found yourselves fooling around in the water, engaging in playful splashing battles and friendly competitions. The sound of your laughter filled the air, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic crashing of the waves.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the beach, you and Lita decided to take a break and stretch out on the sand. The soft grains were warm beneath your bodies as you lay side by side, your fingers intertwined.

"This has been an amazing day," Lita said, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

You turned your head to look at her, a soft smile gracing your lips. "It really has."

She turned her head to meet your gaze, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You know, there's something about the ocean that's both calming and invigorating. And sharing this day with you has made it even more special."

Your heart swelled with emotion at her words, the love you felt for her radiating through every fiber of your being. Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to her lips, pouring all your feelings into the gesture.

Lita responded eagerly, her lips moving against yours in a gentle dance. The kiss was a promise, a silent affirmation of the deep bond that connected you two. As you pulled away, a soft smile played on her lips.

"I'm glad we got this day together," she whispered, her fingers brushing against yours.

"Me too," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange, you realized that this day at the beach wasn't just about fun and adventure. It was about connection, about sharing moments of joy and intimacy with the person you loved most. And as you lay there, hand in hand with Lita, you knew that this day would be a memory you cherished for a lifetime.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #lita #lita wwe #lita x reader #amy dumas #machetegirl

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llondonfog · 1 year

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My diasomnia family Valentine's day headcanons 💚

Lilia presents his V-day gifts in the most frilly and gaudy heart-shaped boxes he can find. They sparkle in the sunlight and are covered in a bunch of cute little bat stickers he put on them. When his valentine opens the box, it's completely filled with Dark Matter. They pass out, the sound of his laughter echoing in their ears.

Sebek is only physically capabale of gifting people items that pertain to the young Lord, be it pocket sized photos of malleus, a self-made compilation of stories of malleus's greatest triumphs, or a one-use ticket that permits someone to directly look at malleus for five (5) seconds (the ticket idea was signed off by malleus).

Silver is incredibly thoughtful with his gifts. His father taught him all about how to be a proper prince and he really takes that to heart when it comes to gift giving. He'll pay close attention whenever he talks to his valentine and hone in on any mentions of things they like or desire. His gifts can sometimes turn out to be more practical than romantic (like giving his valentine a new coat because its been getting cold out and he remembered they mentioned not packing a thick enough one when they enrolled at school, rather than giving them chocolate or flowers), but anything he picks out always ends up being just what his valentine wanted.

Malleus presumes that others enjoy the same things he does - that being experiences rather than objects. He will invite his valentine to come visit some old ruins or abandoned locations with him, and he'll happily regale them about the history of the place and tell them all about the peoples who once lived there. He'll even use his teleporation magic and take them to go admire his favorite gargoyles with him. (Yes, he asks them to take photos of him and the gargoyles together).

incoherent blubbering noises about how wholesome these hcs are!!

Lilia — I LOVE THIS AND 100% AGREE!!! Somehow, I feel that Lilia gets more joy than he gives on Valentine's Day from his lovingly handcrafted gifts... He has to keep the youth reminded of the fact that fae can be so devilishly capricious, and irresistibly cute too!

Sebek — NOT THE HAND-WRITTEN AND HOME-STITCHED POCKET REFERENCE BOOK OF MALLEUS' GREATEST QUOTES, that has taken me out!! (Silver is staring at him in utter bewilderment as Sebek hands him his copy with smug exuberance and one slightly crumpled ticket as if the previous owner had a crisis of faith before handing it over to a certain sleepy human; as if your paltry gift of hair gel could even hold a candle to my offerings, Silver!)

Silver — Currently he's a bit miffed that Sebek didn't appreciate the effort that he went through to get him that hair gel; the poor boy was subjected to hours of the finer details of potion-making and hair care from Vil and Azul! BUT THIS IS SO SWEET, MY HEART? The fact that he'd try so hard to stay awake and pay attention to what his loved ones need to make their lives easier aaaaaa Lilia you can claim NO credit about how thoughtful and darling this boy is, we should just be thankful he wasn't ruined by your impudent nature.

Malleus — I WAS CACKLING; not prince malleus having zero social skills and a certain haughty demeanor to assume that looking at stone gargoyles for hours would be the perfect valentine's day experience NEVER CHANGE HIM!! He tried to take his family with him one time; Silver fell asleep on a gargoyle, Sebek was fretting over his every step lest he trip over exposed stone, and Lilia was more amused to see how many crows would land on Silver's shoulders before he woke up. Needless to say, it was only one time.

#lettie's asks #MUMBLE I LOVE YOU????#I HAVE BEEN SAVING THIS ALL WEEK AND LOOKING AT IT WHENEVER WORK GOT ME STRESSED #twisted wonderland silver #twst silver #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst malleus

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reira-layla · 1 year

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The one where they all get shitfaced

Plot: Akito, Shigure, Ayame, and Mine go out for drinks. The night ends horribly for Akito.

"Shigure, I'm warning you. Don't let her get carried away tonight. She's not used to drinking and I know how much you love to pressure people into making terrible decisions." Hatori was stern, as per usual. When Shigure had mentioned that he and Ayame had planned to meet up for drinks, Hatori hadn't thought much of it. It wasn't until Shigure mentioned that Akito would be coming along for the ride did he start to worry. He knew both of his oldest friends long enough to know that they were trouble when they got together and Akito was still getting used to her new life.

Laughter filled the room, instantly annoying Hatori. Of course Shigure was taking this as a joke. It was almost impossible to get him to take anything seriously. "I mean it. She's never even been hungover. If that happens, you're not the one who'll have to deal with it." Hatori knew that the responsibility of caring for a sick Akito would fall on him as it always did.

"It'll be fine. She's never had fun like this before. You do realize that I'm simply trying to expose her to the joys of life, things she's missed out on all this time." Hatori knew Shigure was just trying to justify his recklessness. "All I'm saying is don't do anything stupid. You and Ayame have a tendency to lose all self control when you're around each other and Akito doesn't need to be wrapped up in that. If you love her, take care of her tonight."

Not wanting to be lectured even further, Shigure began walking away, assuring Hatori that it would be fine. Aaya was bringing his girlfriend as well and Shigure figured that would make Akito feel a bit more at ease.

Shigure came home to find Akito asleep. It was getting dark out and he wondered if she'd slept the day away. The moment he sat down beside the futon, she woke up and pulled him towards her. "What time is it? Why is it so dark?" He took that to mean that she truly had slept all day. "It's late, almost time to get ready to go out tonight with Aaya." Akito whined, turning away from him. "I don't want to go. Let's do something else," she said, pulling down the blanket so he could see her bare chest. Instinctively, Shigure pressed his face against her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and giving it a gentle suck. It took everything in him to break away from her.

"I already told him we were coming. Let's compromise, shall we? Tonight we'll do this and tomorrow, we'll spend all day and night in bed together. I'll fill you up so much that your birth control will stop working," he said with a laugh as she rolled her eyes. "That's not how it works…" As much as she didn't want to go anywhere that night, the thought of spending the next day in bed with him was enough to get her out of bed.

Although Shigure had tried to talk her into wearing something 'sexy', Akito had opted for something she was comfortable wearing. It was going to be a long night. Despite knowing him all her life, Akito had never spent much time with Ayame. She knew from speaking with Hatori that Shigure and Ayame had a tendency to act like idiots when they were around each other. Unbeknownst to Shigure, Hatori had called Akito shortly after he and Shigure had met up earlier that day. He had wanted to inform her of what to expect.

When they were both ready, the young couple made their way to the car. Akito had opted for black jeans, a button down shirt and cardigan. Her hair was slowly growing out. Shigure wore a button down shirt and jeans as well. They were almost matching which had been unintentional. Often Shigure could tell that people were staring at them whenever they went out in public. People likely assumed that they were both male but he truly didn't mind when people stared. Akito was perfect in his eyes and the opinions of others didn't matter.

The drive to the izakaya was short. Shigure had suggested this one, saying that he'd come here a lot before they'd gotten together. Apparently it was also a favorite spot for Ayame as well. Akito had never been to an izakaya so she didn't know what to expect. When they walked in, Ayame and his girlfriend, Mine, were already inside waiting for them.

"Gure!" Akito sighed and held onto Shigure's arm. After knowing Ayame for as long as she had, she still had no idea why he always had to speak so loudly. It was annoying.

"Aaya, my darling!" Both men fangirled over each other as if Akito and Mine weren't there. Mine looked amused while Akito just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "And darling Akito, you look… almost like Gure. Are you wearing the exact same thing? It suits you both, but you must come by my shop sometime. I'll make you something lovely." Akito attempted an awkward smile and nodded, still holding onto Shigure.

"Ah, where are my manners? Mine, this is Akito. Akito, this is my lovely lady, Mine." The two women shook hands upon being introduced to one another by Ayame. Mine was the complete opposite of Akito. She was so feminine, almost as feminine as Ayame. No wonder he liked her so much. "It's so nice to meet you!" The other woman's tone was almost too nice. Shigure had made her promise that she'd at least try to enjoy the night and since the two men were still obsessing over each other, Mine could possibly prove to be good company.

"I've never been much of a drinker. What would you suggest I start with?" Akito asked Mine awkwardly. The two women sat next to each other as the men continued to talk. "Have you ever tried a sake bomb? It's one of my favorites." The bartender took their drink orders and Akito had decided to go with the drink Mine had suggested.

Shigure turned his attention to Akito as their drinks arrived. "Have fun tonight. You deserve it." His reassurance was all she needed. When the drinks arrived, Akito stared at her drink with a confused expression. Shigure looked at her again, chuckling to himself. "Let me show you. I know it can seem a little confusing." He slammed his fist on the table in front of his drink and Akito watched with wide eyes as the sake shot fell into the beer. Following his example, she felt oddly proud of herself.

It was definitely an acquired taste. Then again, this was the first time in her life that she'd actually gone out drinking and she assumed the alcohol would start tasting better the more she drank. After she'd finished her drink, it occurred to her that everyone else had been waiting for her to finish. "I say we do some shots!" Ayame yelled. Akito was still confused by all of this but decided to go along with it.

Four sake shots were poured for them. Ayame counted down from three and then they all took the first shot. The bartender poured another round for them. Akito was slowly starting to loosen up. It wasn't until after the third shot that she realized she was pretty drunk. Everyone else could tell as well. After all, she was the only lightweight there.

"Shigure, I-" she began only to be interrupted by Ayame. "I say we go dancing." Akito couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion. Dancing was completely out of her comfort zone but because she'd had too much to drink already, she found herself wanting to try something new. "Yes!" Akito yelled in response. Everyone once again stared at her. Shigure couldn't hold back his laughter and soon they were all laughing.

Shigure paid for the drinks and then the couples left the izakaya and headed to a nearby nightclub. Apparently Ayame was a regular at this place. Akito held onto Shigure's arm tightly, already feeling as if the room was spinning. Once they entered the club, the feeling intensified. The lights and music were a little overwhelming and unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

They managed to secure a semi-secluded area of the club. Upon hearing that the Sohma family head was in attendance, the club owner hooked them up with bottle service. Akito once again didn't understand what bottle service meant but everyone else seemed excited about it. Two huge bottles were brought to their table and more shots were poured.

"Do a shot with me, darling." Ayame held out his hand to Akito. She went to stand next to him and took yet another shot. Without saying another word, she took another and another. Ayame and Shigure were laughing. "Looks like our god turned into a little devil tonight," Ayame said to the other two, all of them laughing. A song Akito actually recognized started playing and she immediately went over to Shigure and sat on his lap. "I know this song!" She screamed in his ear. He pulled back a little and laughed some more. "How do you know this song?" He was amused, not sure when she'd been exposed to such a vulgar song.

"It's Hatori's ringtone for Mayu," she said, laughing. That caused everyone to laugh along with her. Shigure made a mental note to harass Hatori about that later. Shigure hadn't kept track of how much Akito had had to drink. All he cared about was that she was having fun and it seemed like she was.

The petite brunette began to grind her hips against his, straddling him. "I fucking love you. I really do," she whispered in his ear. That was all it took for him to realize how shitfaced she was. Ayame and Mine had left to go dance so it was just the two of them. "Let's get a stripper pole." The couple laughed together. He wished he'd seen this side of her much earlier. Everyday it seemed like he was finding new reasons to love her even more than he already did. Akito's grinding and the thought of seeing her on a stripper pole was sending him over the edge. Before he could suggest they go home, Ayame came back and pressured Akito into taking another shot.

Moments after taking the last shot of the night, she stumbled back to Shigure and vomited on the chair next to him. Shigure held her hair back as she continued to vomit. When she was done, he flung her over his shoulder and they all left the club. The absence of the flashing lights and loud music had caused Akito to somewhat snap back into reality. "Shigure, let me down." She wiggled out of his arms and ran to a trash can on the sidewalk, vomiting more.

Shigure was about to pick her up and carry her again but she pushed him away. "I’m walking." He held back laughter as she stumbled around, wrapping one arm around Mine and the other around Ayame. Sober Akito would never do something like this. On the way to the car, they passed a field and Akito immediately ran towards it.

"What are you doing? We need to go home." Shigure had tried to sound serious but he couldn't deny that he loved seeing how crazy she'd become after a few shots. "Need to sleep… sleep here," she said, throwing herself onto the ground. That's going to hurt tomorrow. Much to everyone's enjoyment, Akito began rolling around on the grass. The former dog laughed harder than anyone, remembering the times when he used to do the same thing in dog form.

"You can sleep at home. We need to go." Shigure picked her up and carried her over his shoulder. She attempted to wiggle out of his arms yet again but he held on tight. "I hate you," she said, punching his back. After a moment, he heard a loud sob. "I hate you so much, Shigure. You don't care about me at all." This was the side of drunk Akito that he hated.

Ayame and Mine held back laughter as they made their way to their car. Mine had offered to drive them home so they wouldn't have to wait on their driver. It took everything to get Akito into the car. She had stiffened her body so that it was nearly impossible to get her to sit. Finally, they managed to get her into the car. Shigure attempted to pull her close to him but he received a slap on the face for it. "Don't touch me. You don't care about me. You don't love me. You're only with me because you think you love me." She was making no sense. Ayame found it funny apparently and Shigure just wanted it to be over.

When they arrived home, Akito was in tears again. She ran out of the car and into the house, leaving Shigure behind. He said goodbye to Ayame and Mine and then made his way into the house, searching for her. When he reached their bedroom, Akito was asleep on the futon. That was quick. He undressed her so that she'd be comfortable. He then got in bed beside her and covered them both up with the blankets.

Shigure woke up to the sound of her vomiting in the bathroom. According to the time on his phone, it was 3:00am. Getting out of bed, he made his way to her. "My head hurts… get Hatori," she said upon seeing him. "We don't need Hatori. You're just hungover. I've dealt with this plenty of times to know how to fix it." He offered his hand to her, pulling her up onto her feet. "Let's get you some aspirin."

After giving her the aspirin and getting her some water, he went back to bed with her. "Did you at least have fun?" Akito sighed, nodding a little. "Sure. This isn't fun though." He chuckled softly. "I know it's not but you'll feel better once you sleep it off. Hopefully there will be no need to call Hatori in the morning." The last thing either of them wanted was to be lectured by Hatori. "Shigure… I love you." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you. I knew you didn't mean it when you claimed you hated me in the car." He laughed and began giving her a back rub until she fell asleep.

#ayame sohma #akito sohma #akigure #shigure sohma #fruits basket #fanfic

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blondrichclosetwitch · 2 years

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Friends are so alarming, and my lover's never charming

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex

And look at me, I'm in tatters

I'm shattered

The time has come, the time has come, the time has

come today

And spoil all the fun, won’t you please

Oh ok, if you insist

He loved guns and roses, roses, roses (I bought PJ so many roses)

Somethin' has made these kids get scary

Oh, writin' in blood on my walls and shit (have i mentioned they smeared blood on my walls and curtains, but then came back and tried to remove it from the wall)

Don't know what it is, it makes my head get crazy

Oh, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sick of it

Nothing’s gonna hit you like the truth

You’re just following orders, closin your eyes and telling lies while they’re taking our daughters

Did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you?

Man, it sounds just like a prison for the walking dead

I’ve got a message for you and your twisted hell: you’re gonna wish you never messed with me.

Mama mama many worlds I’ve come since I first left home

Going to leave this broke-down palace

Well here comes Lucifer with her canon law

You were my partner in crime, it was a welcome waste of time

Awaken perfect state

The time has come, the time has come, the time has come today(yes, that’s two different lists)

And everytime I prayed I prayed for you

Welcome to the Big 10 Conference

Oh look the song they like to play before I get a concussion

A parrot on your shoulder saying everything when you talk (have we talked about anytime I say anything, there is something that repeats what I would say next before I even think it—-it’s some type of conditioned response from having my mind fucked with)

“The things you’ve said well maybe they’re true. “

You drive me out of my mind

And all I really want is some justice

By the time you wake, it'll be too late

Now the bullet's left the gun

Missed the time, so we’re using 15:09 which kinda gives it a double entendre as the French say

Spy, spy, pretty girl. I keep havin' this brainstorm about 12 times a day. There are children in washrooms holding hands with a Queen. And my head’s full of murders.

So now, you should spend the morning, lying to your father.

We clung on like barnacles on a boat

Even though the ship sinks, you know you can’t let go

And if they stare

Just let them burn their eyes on you moving

And if they shout

Don't let it change a thing that you're doing

So, enchanted at 4:06/4:09—-I still have a migraine so I’m a bit out of it, but yes we were enchanted to meet, and I’m not sure why exactly I kept seeing maggie during the song when I closed my eyes, but I sure did.

My best friend told me you're the best lick in town

You almost turned me psycho

I almost lost my mind

I didn't know the depth yet of someone so unkind

But for her it's just another day

You opened up Pandora's box

You don't know what you just unlocked

Gotta get a message, get it on through

Oh now, mamma don't you ask me why

Woh-ho-ho, listen to the music

All the thoughts unuttered and all the feelings unexpressed

Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath

But awoke by grief, our spirits speak

Love is stronger than death

All I know is I’m fallin fallin fallin

#today is a 15/6

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Daises on My Nightstand

Chapter 3 (part 1)- The Tiefling Party

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Summary: Ilara wants to be lost in the celebrations of their victory. Suggestive, sfw. Next chapter is nsfw!

"You'll join me for a drink, won't you?" There was joy, everywhere. Tieflings yelling, wine glasses clinking, everyone celebrating their victory. Ilara felt something almost close to... Peace. She tried not to think about the bard, about the thoughts she had been having. Everyone just seemed so happy. She turned back to Shadowheart, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I'd love to, let's go sit by the campfire." She pulled on her companions hand, leading her to sit by the fire where several others were already deep in their wine. Karlach especially.

"WE DID IT, SOLDIER!" She whooped, pumping her fist in the air. Ilara couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of her, the warmth that spread through her as she drank her wine. If only every night could be like this.

"You know, I never pictured myself the hero." His voice slipped like velvet over her as he sat down, his fingers gently grazing her knee.

"And? What do you think of being a hero, Astarion?" She said with a smile. He frowned, quiet for a moment.

"I hate it. And what do I get for all my hard work? A pat on the head and vinegar for wine." She burst into laughter, the giddiness making her finally dissolve into giggles- much to her companions amusement. It was nice to see her so light, for once.

It was late when she finally stood, telling the others she was going to go to bed. She smiled at all of them, wishing that this moment didn't have to end, that tomorrow they wouldn't have to resume their long trek to the city, entering The Shadowlands. She hadn't quite made it to her tent before she felt cool fingers wrap around her wrist, tugging her back.

"My little treat, with her cheeks all flushed. You will join me in my bedroll tonight, won't you?" She turned to see Astarion, and as always, it took everything in her not to just... Gape. She swallowed, a coy smile crossing her face. It had been three weeks since they had all met that morning after the nautoloid crash. Two weeks since the first time he had fed from her- at first a begrudging agreement to sate his starved body, and now a nightly ritual that they both enjoyed. Maybe a little too much, if Shadowheart's grumbles every morning as she healed Ilara were anything to go by.

"Is that what you think?" She replied softly, not pulling her hand away.

"What I think," he purred as his eyes traveled down her body, "is that you would not possibly tell me no." They both knew the truth to his words, but she wanted to hang onto this moment just a little longer.

"Well what I think is that you can do a little better than that, can't you?"

He narrowed his eyes, his smile only growing wider. "What if I said that all these accolades form the tieflings are nothing compared to the sound of my name cried from your lips?" Goosebumps broke out on her skin, and she swallowed. When she replied, her voice was lower.

"Is that really all you've got, Astarion?"

"Say... Please," she purred. He pulled his face back to stare at her, and for the first time since she had met him, he seemed to be caught off guard.

His eyes burned as he took a step closer to her, his hand snaking around her waist to pull her in. "Every part of your perfect body whispers temptation." He leaned down to brush his lips against her ear, making a shiver go through her.

"Laying next to you at night, feeling the way your body shakes as I drink from your delicate neck, it's torture. It's as if the gods made you to ruin me." She could almost laugh at the thought, if she wasn't so frozen by the sound of his voice, the way his hands felt around her waist. Her, ruining him. She did not think that's what was going to happen.

"Say... What?"

"Please," she smiled. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes still burning with heat.

"Please," he finally said, his voice a whisper. Another shiver went through her as she closed the already small gap between them, pressing her lips to his ear.

"Good boy," she said softly. She would do anything to hear again and again the laughter that fell from his mouth as he dipped to kiss her.

"Cheeky little pup. You'll pay for that."

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#tiefling party #astarion #ilara #the dark urge #fanfic #bg3

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Kickstart My Heart Pt.II (Kang Yeosang) Rated

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress!/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Light Angst, Crack, 80s Au.

Summary: Getting the chance to spend time alone with Y/N, Yeosang jumps at the opportunity, getting a little more than he bargained for.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Dumb attempts at humor, second hand embarrassment, Lynn is still creepy, slight voyeurism/ exhibitionism, making out in car, heavy petting, allusions to oral (male receiving).

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The two best friends giggled amongst themselves as they entered inside the establishment, hands full of bags that contained to go boxes with several assorted sandwiches, burgers and fries inside of them. Hearing the bell signal customers, the peppy blonde at the front counter looked up from the thick stack of papers in front of her, mouth automatically showcasing her perfect and commercial worthy smile she always used when greeting newcomers or even regulars.

"Good afternoon what can-" Her expression immediately soured, smile fading and in its place puckered lips took shape.

"Oh... it's just you two." She drawled out the last words, eyes rolling as she peered back at the papers she was busy with.

Looking over at each other, Lynn simply shrugged her shoulders as one of her eyebrows raised up in puzzlement. Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't contain the soft snort that passed through her tight sealed lips, the sound coming out more like a goofy raspberry that further irritated the girl at the counter.

"Hey Sora. How's your day going so far?" Y/N tried to make conversation, but it was obvious the girl wasn't having it, blatantly ignoring both of them as her hand scribbled even faster, pages being turnt at a fast speed. Shifting awkwardly in her stance, Y/N turned her head to look at her friend, who merely shook her head, face clearly indicating to her to not try to act nicer and to simply get to the point of why they had come all the way to the workshop.

"Are the boys still here?"

With a few muttered grumbles, Sora lifted her pen and pointed it behind her towards the door that led to the garage, silently answering where the mentioned individuals currently were.

"Thanks."

Sora let out a scoff as the two girls made their past the counter, annoyed ever so vastly by the fact she had no authority nor power to forbid them from going to the back. Being friends with Wooyoung and the rest of the gang, obviously they got special privileges that allowed them to come and go as they pleased not only in the shop but also down at the tracks. And frankly Sora hated it, hence why she didn't refrain from demonstrating her hostility towards Y/N and Lynn, but especially towards the latter for more personal and complicated reasons that everyone was aware of but Lynn herself.

"I don't know why you go out of your way to be friendly towards her. She's been needing to take a chill pill ever since high school." Lynn retorted. Putting down the bags she was carrying for a moment, she pulled the sides of her oversized denim jacket back over her shoulders, the top having slipped off rather uncomfortably on her torso.

"Honestly?...... merely to piss her off." Y/N snickered maliciously, her true intentions finally coming to light.

"Well I'd say you do a fantastic job then. She just takes one look at you and her blood is boiling." Lynn pointed out as she picked up the bags once more.

"Trust me Lynn, you anger her more than I do." Thay statement made the petite girl do a double take at the office behind them.

"Me? Whatever did I do to Barbie?" She questioned, never once recalling a moment where she even spoke two words to the preppy girl that wasn't a casual greeting or goodbye.

Y/N looked with a deadpanned expression to her friend.

"You seriously don't- you know what? Never mind."

Not wanting to waste time trying to explain to her frequently unobservant buddy why Sora had a price on her head, Y/N just quickly rushed over towards the group of men huddled around the red Ferrari F40, one of them hidden underneath it, no doubt in the process of checking or fixing minor issues. Seeing the girls approaching them, all of the boys quickly sprang to life, Wooyoung leading the entourage as they came up towards them.

"So our lovely diner girls actually decided to join us for a movie night. I knew you guys couldn't resist my deadly charm."

Not only were the girls unamused by his little joke, but even his friends behind him shook their heads, disapproving greatly of his overly confident and light narcissistic attitude that he exuded at times.

"I only came cause I am not going to spend a perfectly good Friday night cooped up in my house watching Dynasty." Y/N firmly stated, shutting down any further attempts of flirting directed towards her.

"I like to see people get stabbed or gutted to death."

Cringing at the macabre girl's overly calm response, Wooyoung tilted his head back and looked at the tallest member of the gang, nose crinkling significantly as he silently mouthed a few words over to him, deeply questioning his friend's taste. Said friend simply shrugged and stepped up closer towards the girls, not surprising anyone that he'd pick a stance that had him facing Lynn from the front as he always liked to do.

"Well I'm just really happy you guys decided to join us. I thought you would be happy at knowing it was a horror film."

Not too far behind him, San and Mingi were already giggling amongst themselves, sending each other signals and jokingly theorizing how the night was going to go like.

"I am exceedingly happy Yunho. My body is so filled with joy and immense contentment that I can hardly keep myself from grinning." Despite the jubilant sentence, Lynn's face displayed absolutely no emotion and her raspy and low toned voice was still as monotone and lifeless as it tended to be. Yunho's bright smile nearly faltered, feet rocking back and forth awkwardly as he did not know how to proceed after such a statement. Luckily Mingi stepped in and changed the topic.

"Please tell me there's food in those bags and that we can have some." He pointed to one of the many bags that the girls were carrying.

Lifting one hand up then the other, Y/N shook the contents lightly.

"Your favorites." She chuckled when San came up and tightly squeezed her body into a hug.

"This is why I love you both." Y/N did not mind the slightest bit when he suddenly pulled her face towards his, mouth pressing hard and intense pecks on her cheek repeatedly as a show of gratitude. She was so used to his affectionate nature.

Turning around, Wooyoung cupped his hands over his mouth so that his voice could resonate loudly.

"Yeosang quit tinkering with it already! You're going to get dirty and we have a movie to catch." He shouted at whom the girls presumed was under the race car.

"You literally have speakers built into your vocal chords, there was no need for that makeshift megaphone." Lynn grumbled at him, causing the male next to her to burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Speakers built in hie vocal chords. Good one." Lifting his hand up, Yunho held it up towards Lynn, expecting her to high five him back but was instead met with her cold, squinting eyes that inspected his palm.

"Your aura is overly forced....and you have leftover grease on your hand." She looked away after finishing that sentence. Hearing her say that made Yunho instantly check his hand, immediately wiping it off on his jeans as he mentally slapped himself for looking like an idiot in front of the girl he fancied.

Not paying mind to whatever was happening around her, Y/N's eyes were glued on the figure that emerged from under the car. She couldn't help but admire the strong and buff biceps that were peeking out of the plain white tshirt the man was wearing, sleeves slightly rolled up above his shoulders. The angelic face belonging to him looked even more dazzling due to the light sheen of sweat around his temples, no doubt caused by the work he was doing. Even as he reached for one of the cleaning towels so he could wipe the grime and oil off his hands, Y/N continued to gaze at Yeosang, mind already conjuring up many ideas and fantasies with him as the main protagonist.

"Oh sweetie, you're not making this any easier." She mused inwardly, one of her fingers twirling a strand of her hair.

Discarding the rag on one of the toolboxes nearby, Yeosang carefully approached the group of friends, still awkward in interacting with all of them, trait that only helped in making him stand out like a sore thumb, more than he already did. Clamping a hand over his new buddy's shoulder, Wooyoung brought a hand up and patted one of his squishy cheeks.

"Now that you're finally here we can go." Looking around, Wooyoung gestured around.

"So who's riding with who?"

Immediately Yunho turned his face towards the girl next to him, about to voice out his want of having her in his car, but it seemed as if his plans would fall through as Mingi latched an arm around him.

"I'm going with Yunho." He seemed determined not to let go of him.

"Why? So you can cling to him during the scary parts?" A chorus of laughter poured out at San's amusing words.

"As if!" Mingi huffed, though it was more than obvious to everyone that it was precisely as San had predicted.

"Mingi... I was kinda hoping I could... you know?" Yunho tilted his head over to Lynn, making him get the picture of what he wanted.

"Whatever happened to bros before hoes?" Mingi sighed as he detached himself from Yunho.

"Ok then. Yunho you go with Mingi, San you can take the girls and I'll keep Sangie here company since he's still a little bit shy you know."

It seemed as if it was all decided about how their night was going to run, so Y/N knew she had to speak up and take the opportunity before it was all settled.

"Why don't I ride with Yeosang instead?"

Hearing her suggestion, the male in question widened his eyes in shock, not expecting her to voice that out loud. Even Wooyoung found it slightly odd and suspicious that she'd say that. But then he remembered the type of girl Y/N was and it started to set off alarm bells in his mind.

"Oh it's ok Y/N. You probably won't like to have him scream in your ear and cover his eyes like a baby at the jump scares." Not taking kindly to such blasphemous talk about him that painted an inaccurate picture.

But Y/N remained undeterred. She would stand her ground no matter what.

"Oh please, I insist. I'd love to take care of him..." She did not hide the sultry way she said that last part, eyes locked on Yeosang's, the boy swallowing hard and pressing himself further into Wooyoung's side. Wanting to bargain even further, Y/N took hold of her friend.

"How about this? Lynn goes with Yunho and Mingi, you ride with San and I get Yeosang?"

San cupped a hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh he wanted so desperately to release.

"I don't think it's just him she wants to get." He chuckled to himself.

"You're seriously leaving me alone with these 2 giants?" Lynn pointed to the two men at her right, one of which obviously was more than willing to welcome the arrangement.

"I promise Mingi won't disturb you too much with his crying." Yunho swore to her, hand coming up to clasp around Mingi's mouth when he attempted to protest that decision.

Wooyoung looked over to Yeosang, leaning in and dropping his voice so that only he could hear.

"If you don't want to, just say the word and I'll get her off your case." He offered. Although they had only met just a couple days ago, Wooyoung felt compelled and obligated to look out for the new boy, even if it meant protecting him from his other friends.

Knowing that he probably shouldn't and that it was a bad idea, Yeosang glanced over at Y/N. Meeting her eager eyes and cunning smile, any resolve to stay close to Wooyoung was immediately dispelled from his mind. He might never get another opportunity such as was presented to him and he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he was rather curious to find out more about the young vixen that he had heard so much about since he moved into town. With an assured smile that slightly worried Wooyoung, Yeosang stepped forward and held out his hand towards Y/N.

"Shall we get going then?"

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Unable to focus his attention towards the gigantic screen right in front of him, Yeosang slumped down further in his seat, fingers tugging his red sweater over his body. Every few seconds or so, he'd turn his head to peer at the girl on the passenger seat, looking exceedingly calm and collected unlike him. He was overly anxious to the point his food was still untouched, sitting in the backseat, long forgotten. Y/N, although collected, was bored out of her mind, elbow rested on the window, head being supported on her palm as her eyes never lingered away from the gore filled scenes being displayed across from them. There was a deafening silence inside the black Iroc Camaro, the tension between both individuals becoming increasingly thick.

Becoming desperate after 40 minutes of not getting him to make a move or even attempt to break the ice, she decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. Unzipping her green varsity jacket, Y/N began to slide it off her shoulders, revealing the low cut crop tank that she was hiding thus far.

"It's so hot today, don't you think?" She asked him as she tossed the clothing item behind her before settling back into her seat, fighting hard to keep her signature smirk off her face.

If he wasn't feeling hot before, Yeosang certainly started to feel heated after she had taken off her jacket. His hand reached out to grab the cup of soda in the cup holder, gulping most of the contents and ice down to help cool him down. He made an effort not to glance back at his companion anymore, knowing if he did he would have been unable to keep his eyes off her chest. Although it was dark and he turned away almost immediately, he had not missed the fact that she had chosen not to wear a bra, her nipples slightly poking out through the thin and flimsy shirt that even slowed one to make out the outline of her areolas. It was definitely a weakness of his, and Y/N was quick to find that out. Thumb coming up to her mouth, she began biting down on the nail to keep from giggling at Yeosang's reaction. He was devastatingly adorable with his wide eyes and stiffened posture, knee restlessly bouncing up in an agitated fashion. Looking in between his legs, she felt disappointed that she hadn't caused enough damage to earn a tent forming in his pants. He obviously knew how to calm himself in time. That wasn't enough to make her give up. On the contrary, it only hardened her resolve to get him to break.

Letting out an overly dramatic sigh, she reached her hands inside of her tank top. Cupping her breasts in her palms, she started off with slow movements, massaging them gently. Her eyelids started to flutter, closing only briefly as very faint and soft sighs were being exhaled through her nose. Although it was mostly done to tease the boy next to her, she got carried away and started to become more and more turned on with what she was doing. Each time she'd purposefully pinch and pull at her hardening peaks, a muffled whine would be heard coming from her throat, legs starting to spread inch by inch as her planters started to stick against her core.

Opening her eyes and tilting her head, she witnessed Yeosang's astounded expression that also held some lust in it. He was no longer sipping from his drink, but rather his teeth and tongue were merely toying around with the blue plastic straw as the grip on the base of the cup was lightly crushing it. The movie ultimately failed its purpose of keeping him distracted as his attention had fully diverted over to the sexy girl next to him, watching intently as she pleasured herself, wishing that it were his hands instead that were ministering such devotion to her breasts.

"Wanna be a doll and help me out here?" It seemed as if she had read his mind.

Without even a second of hesitation, Yeosang reached down and adjusted his seat back as far as it could go. Jumping at the invitation, Y/N climbed on top of him until she was straddling his lap. Yeosang's hands eagerly clasped around her waist, thumbs circling on the skin of her exposed abdomen. Cupping his cheeks, Y/N leaned her face down and harshly entangled her lips over his own. Yeosang hummed softly as he tasted the remnants of her cherry flavored chapstick, head tilting back when one of her hands tugged at his hair. His hands didn't hesitate to trail up and cup her mounds through her shirt, taking over the job that was previously being done by the owner's hands. Her insistent mouth parted his trembling lips, tongue poking out ever so slowly until it began divulging in the sweet taste of his wet cavern. Although he was no stranger to French kissing, Yeosang had never experienced a makeout session as intense as the one Y/N offered. She was very skilled and experienced, as proven by the swirl and swivel of her tongue against his own. He couldn't stop the moans pouring out from inside him, his hips bucking up into hers as if on instinct while his hands became more harsh and aggressive as they grasped at her breasts with near ferocity. Y/N would only pull away from their kiss for a few seconds to allow him to catch his breath before her lips lured him back into her. It was finally dawning on Yeosang's mind why so many men became captivated by her charms, even when knowing what the outcome would be. Here he was, the most lovely and hottest girl he'd ever met in his life, on his lap, making out with her while simultaneously getting to second base. He felt so damn lucky. But Y/N wanted to take it up a notch, not satisfied with ending the night with just heavy petting.

Sliding off his lap, she suprised him when she took hold of his belt and began to take it off him. Getting an inkling as to what she might have had in mind, Yeosang took hold of her wrist, making her head shot up at him.

"Is something wrong?" She began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Had she really fucked things up already.

Yeosang turned beet red as he swallowed harshly, trying hard to form the words his head was attempting to sought.

"Are you.... are you a virgin?" She felt like she would have died if the answer was yes.

Seeing her worried face, Yeosang quickly shook his head.

"No! I'm most certainly not a virgin." He sounded almost offended at the insinuation, but it helped calm Y/N down, releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"I just...I've never tried...that before."

His confession just made him cuter in her eyes, previous desire to corrupt and play with him only heightening to new levels after that revelation. Wanting to entice him, she moved her hand to cup at his bulge, loving the way he immediately gasped when she started palming him through his jeans. He bit down at his lip so harshly he believed it would draw blood. He wouldn't contain himself as he bucked his hips up into her palm, desperately wanting her to help him out with his problem. When her fingers reached for his zipper again, he didn't stop her, he merely lifted his hips up to help her as she pulled his pants down by the belt loops, his hardened cock popping out to greet her, surprising her when she noticed how large and thick it was, the head leaking with precum which she used to her advantage and began spreading it down his shaft. The contact of her hand gripping him had Yeosang shuddering, low groaning spilling out his lips. Looking up at him with a devilish grin, Y/N began lowering her head until her lips brushed against his tip.

"Just sit back and relax pretty boy."

A raspy wheeze was caught in Yeosang's throat as soon as he felt her warm mouth on his length, hands flying behind him to clutch at the leather seat of the car. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt so dirty, so wrong and yet he wanted it. He wanted her........

He didn't care if he was playing with fire and he'd get burned by the end of it.

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jinxthejubilee · 2 years

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Pay No Mind to the Voices Outside Part 1

Part 2

Oftentimes, our minds become clouded with wayward thoughts. Most tend to push them down, as they see no value in reflecting on such matters.

For Dolores Madrigal, these thoughts don't come as easily anymore, but when they do, she may get lost in her own mind.

But she always has someone to guide her back.

Warning: Depictions of headaches and voices, angst, family comfort, spoilers for the movie Encanto.

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Camilo

"Again! Again! Again!"

The sounds of children's laughter rang in the young girl's sensitive ears.

It had been five years since her hermano pequeño received his gift. A positively wonderful one at that.

Every day the young children would gather around her lively brother, as he played alongside them, changing forms and earning the smiles adorning their faces.

It was always pleasant to listen to in the morning, as the elder child made her rounds around town, listening intently for the latest stories or gossip.

As she made her way to the town's square, Dolores felt the ground shake a little, the fluttering of petals in the air and voices of praise made its way to her ears.

"Sí! Sí!"

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

"Only the best from our beautiful princesa!"

Ah. Of course.

Walking closer beneath the shadow of one of the houses, Dolores spotted a figure dancing among the petals, wrapping her delicate hands on the woven-looking vines that sprung from the ground.

There, in the town's center was the Encanto's angel.

Her adored cousin, born only a few months before Dolores.

La familia Madrigal's pride and joy.

Isabela.

While Isa would hear the roaring of applause from the adoring crowd, from Dolores, her cousin would earn an eyeroll and a scoff for her antics.

Don't get her wrong! She loved her prima, and despite what one may think, Dolores could never be envious of Isabela. If anything, she admired her.

Isa's gift was a an utter spectacle to behold, and she knows it. The various flowers, plants, and trees she could grow were no less than perfect. She thrives off of the attention she receives, and the happiness her gift brings to people.

"Oh! How lovely!"

"These roses would look great as a center piece!"

"Papí! Look! Flor de mayo! Can we take some for Mamí?"

Yep. Isabela Madrigal does her family proud. And Dolores couldn't be happier for her.

So, why does she feel a crack in her heart? And why is her mind flooding with the various voices around her?

Surely, she was used to this by now, right? Her familia would come to town, her prima would bask in the glorious spotlight that shone on her since the day she was born, everyone would go about their day, and that was that.

Why was today any different?

Dolores decided not to dwell on the matter, and started walking back through the town-

-"Oh, mí preciosa!

Abuela...

"Oh, Abuela. It's nothing, really."

Back away. Just...walk away.

Abuela was never one to be too affectionate, especially in public. But, of course, Isabela was the one and only exception.

Why...?

The young girl knew that her gift wasn't exactly the flashiest like Isabela's, but she was still helpful. She was still just as special as her prima's. Wasn't she?

Wasn't she..?

WaSn'T ShE...

"Look at her go! She brings such honor to the Madrigal name."

"She must be the most beautiful of them all."

"None of the others could ever compare to her."

Don't think about it. Just keep moving.

And she did. But walking away from the scene didn't quiet down any of the voices that entered, and couldn't leave her mind.

Aimless in her direction, Dolores kept walking, her surroundings becoming a blur.

"....lores..."

Another voice. Another that she couldn't quite make out.

So she just kept walking.

"...olores..."

There it was again. Dolores kept her eyes trained in front of her, despite that her mind was slowly clearing from the fog of noise.

"...Dolores..."

Her name? Someone was calling her. Though her mind was fuzzy, she tried to decipher the voice. Yet, she couldn't stop walking. She only stopped once the owner of the voice grabbed her arm.

"Dolores!"

Oh. That's-

"Camilo?"

Blinking rapidly and shaking her head a bit, the older Madrigal looked down to see her little brother in front of her, holding her arm, looking mildly annoyance.

"Y'know, for someone who has super hearing, you didn't seem to notice me at all, did you? You walked right past me! I've been calling after you for a while now!"

How long was I-

"Oh, I'm. I'm sorry hermanito. I just...had a lot on my mind...that's all."

Camilo released her arm and looked quizzically at his sister, studying her. Then, a concerned look crossed his face.

"Hey, are you okay? You look kinda out of it."

Say nothing. It won't do any good to make him worry, now would it?

Dolores gave her brother a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Yes, mí hermano lindo. I'm fine, just a little tired. A lot of gossip lately, so much to keep up with, you know?"

He didn't look convinced, but he seemed content with her excuse. So he gave her a shrug and grabbed her hand.

"Alright then. C'mon! The other kids went home already, and I wanna get some of Tía's treats before everyone in town eats them all. Let's go!"

Disoriented from the sudden jolt of her brother's movements, Dolores regained her balance quickly before sprinting off with Camilo, trying to keep up with him.

What was he doing? He could easily sneak off with Tía Julietta's treats without her assistance. Maybe he needed a lookout? Or maybe-

The buzzing of voices in her mind disappeared.

Oh.

A small smile graced the sister's lips, as she picked up on her brother's pace.

Gracias Camilo. Gracias.

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Antonio

Today hadn't been the best for Dolores.

Breakfast had been cut short due to an incident involving several farmers. Apparently, one of the men had forgotten to lock the gates to the bulls and horses. Resulting in Luisa having to stop the animals, Tía Julietta using this morning's food for healing the injured farmers, and Pepa having to water the new crops since the old ones got stomped on.

So, hardly any breakfast, not interacting with the family as much, and having to help some of store owners fix up their shops thanks to some of the horses and bulls running into them.

Not a great start for the day.

By the afternoon, however, a young man, around Dolores's age, sought for her help.

He requested Dolores to listen in on his girlfriend's conversations for the day, as he suspected that his "novia bonita" was cheating on him.

A bit extreme, but if it was to give this guy some peace of mind.

After following and listening to the young girl throughout the day, Dolores concluded that she wasn't cheating.

Well, at least she got that over with.

As she turned around to go find the guy and tell him she heard and saw nothing, she stopped and turned around again when she heard new voice.

"Mí amor! Hey! I missed you. I managed to ditch the creep earlier today. Now it's just you and me."

"I missed you too. Glad you're here. When will that guy get it into his head that you'd rather knock yourself out by slaming into a table, then ever go out with him?

"I know, right?! Ugh! Whatever! Let's get out of here. I've got Señora Madrigal's arepas to share!"

"Oooh! Sounds great. I'm starving.

Oh.

Oh no.

So not only did the young Madrigal waste the rest of her day stalking and listening in on every conversation this lady had, but the guy who commissioned her for this task lied to her so that she can take his place in spying on her for the day.

Miércoles...

As if it couldn't get any worse, the creep himself showed up to confront the poor girl about "cheating" and proceeded to point directly at Dolores, revealing that he asked her to spy on her for the whole day.

As expected, an argument ensued, after which the girl slapped the creep, stomped over to Dolores to chew her out, causing quite the scene, then leaving.

Dolores left as well, feeling no less than used, ashamed and tired.

As she walked away, voices flooded her mind once again.

"Useless girl! What was she good for?!"

"I can't believe a Madrigal would stoop that low."

Her pace quickened.

No. No. Just ignore them.

"The nerve she has! Going around spying on good citizens."

At some point, she started running.

Don't stop. You'll be home soon. You'll be-

"All for gossip, it seems. Tch. I thought her better than that.

"WhAt A sHaMe."

WhAt A SHaMe

SH aM e

SHAME

She doesn't recall when she finally reached the house.

She ran to the backyard and collapsed. Out of breath. Her mind echoing the screaming well of voices. In a desperate attempt to drown out the awful noise, she covered her ears with her hands.

Why?

This hadn't happened in so long.

Bad days like today were common, almost a daily occurrence for the young Madrigal.

What shifted?

What changed?

Why were there moments like this when she could hear everything and nothing at the same time?

After what felt like minutes, Dolores could hear yet another voice.

"...es...?

"....lores...?"

Her name again? But in a much gentler voice than the last.

"...you okay...?

They sounded, young.

"Dolores?"

Ah. Quite young indeed.

"Antonio?"

The four-year-old looked at his sister, his big eyes full of wonder and worry. He was always very empathetic for a boy his age.

"I saw you run over here. You looked really sad."

She commended him for his honesty at least...

Dolores shook her head to try and focus on her concerned baby brother.

"Oh! I'm fine, Toñito. I just had a busy day, that's all.

Well, technically she wasn't lying.

The little boy still looked worried. He held out his arms, a silent plea for a hug. In response, Dolores opened her own arms. Her brother walked towards her, hugging her neck as he settled in her lap.

"Aww. Don't worry, Toñito. Your hermana is just tired."

Antonio nestled a bit closer.

"Are you feeling good again?" He asked.

Dolores stilled for a moment, before nodding.

"Sí. All thanks to you, hermanito. How about we go inside and rest for a while until dinner is ready?"

"'Kay." He replied.

Lifting herself and her little brother off the ground, Dolores headed for the door. All while smiling to herself.

Gracias, Antonio. I pray that your gift won't be as horrible as mine.

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La Familia

"Salud!"

Another long day ending with a family dinner.

There was, a lot to adjust to.

It was hard to think that a little over a month ago, la familia Madrigal had been so...distant.

Well, perhaps that wasn't entirely true. The family had always been close, but there was always something missing. Or rather, someone.

Tío Bruno had returned, even though he was never truly gone. Dolores would know.

It was so melancholic, listening to her tío through the walls. Hearing every quick shuffle of feet. Every deep, tired sigh. Every mumble of disappointment he would utter.

Everything.

But! That was the past.

Now her tío sits at the with the rest of them where he belongs.

No longer would he peak through the cracks in the wall just to see his beloved family eat, laugh, tell stories, or simply talk about their day.

No longer did he look to the rats for companionship.

No longer would Dolores hear the quiet sadness that grew in Bruno's heart day after day.

Nope! Never again.

The Madrigal home was brighter than ever before. Their home was restored, their gifts returned, the family was whole again.

Now, her family dined together. Talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company.

Every conversation at the table was met with giggles, witty remarks, or gentle scoldings.

There was only one...tiny...thing...

"I wonder what caused La Casita Madrigal to break in the first place."

"Probably an issue with the walls. That place is as old as the Encanto itself, after all."

All the rumors.

Of course, most conversations about the Madrigal's were pleasant.

The Encanto's citizens were kind, hardworking people, deserving of the Madrigal's help and support.

But sometimes, they spoke about them in...less than kind ways.

And she heard it all.

"Mmh. Hey, sis." Camilo said with his mouth full of food. "Are you gonna finish that? You've just been staring at your plate."

She turned to look at her brother on her left, his stuffed voice having interrupted her.

"Uh, what?"

"Camilo," her father cut in, "you have more than enough on your own plate. Don't be greedy!"

"Aw man."

They both resumed eating. Dolores took a few bites out of her own meal.

Keep them out. Don't listen to them. She told herself repeatedly.

But she couldn't help it. As she chewed, she focused on the conversations had between everyone in the Encanto.

"I can't believe Mariano is with that creepy Madrigal!"

Creepy...?

"Ugh! I know. He must have pretty low standards to go after her of all people. If he was going to be with one of those weirdos, he could have at least picked Isabela!"

"Well, they both never went through with the proposal. Maybe the poor sap got a hold of his senses and turned tail as fast as he could. Especially after la princesa changed so much. Hehe!

...Mariano Guzman was a man of deep passion.

While his love for her prima, now long past, was based more on admiration than true love, Dolores understood that he respected Isa, and never thought of her as a trophy.

"Did you see how Isabela looked the other day? I've never seen that girl look so crazy in my life!"

Her prima is happier. She's tasted freedom for the first time since she received her gift. Why does it matter that she looks-

"Maybe she finally cracked after spending so much with the rest of them. I mean, if I had to live under the same roof as Señorita Orejas de Elefante, I'd go mad too."

"Dolores? Mija, everything aLriGht?"

The table's idle chatter was ever so slowly fading away.

"Perhaps Bruno somehow cursed them all. He's always been a bad omen, you know?"

What-?

"A bad omen for what? For Casita crumbling down to pieces? Or for one of his nieces to get the worst gift imaginable?"

"Um, DoLoreS. ArE YoU OkAy...?

Every voice surrounding her became a jumble of incoherent noise.

"Gift? HA! I'd call it a curse! Why would anyone want to be around someone who'd squeal the first secret she heard like a pig on an open farm?"

The young Madrigal kept many secrets. Most of which would split families apart if they were to come out. And she often felt sick when she heard them.

The gossip around town served as a good distraction from the darker secrets that plagued her mind.

For ten years, she was the only one who knew about Tío Bruno's whereabouts.

For so long, she comforted Camilo when he lost his way in the world.

"...Dolores..."

She heard every aching muscle in Luisa's arms.

"...Dolores..."

The thundering clouds her mother struggled to suppress.

"...Dolores..."

And then it all came crashing down as the hideous cracks grew from the walls.

Those deafening cracks...

The cracks that destroyed their childhood home...

The cracks that nearly killed everyone she held dear-

-Stop thinking about it! Stop listening! It's over now!

It won't stop. Everything came back as a swarm of horrid memories and poisoned words that tainted her mind.

Curse

Bad omen

C ra ck

C r A c K

CRACK-

"DOLORES!!"

To be continued.

Author's note: This idea spawned from a lack of Dolores angst, something needed to be done. The next chapter will have her parents and brothers try to help her, don't worry!

P.S: Out of all of them, I honestly think that Dolores has the worst gift. Hearing everything and everyone around you 24/7 would be horrible.

Anyway! I hope you all enjoyed this. Feedback on my work is always appreciated. I hope you all enjoyed this, and I'll see you later! Byeee! 💗

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gh0st-in-green-c0nverse · 3 years

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Yelena Belova x Reader

Bon Appetit pt. 1

Warnings: Description of fear, light cursing

Summary: Y/N and Yelena go out for a picnic

You had been hiking for at least an hour now. You were in shape, but it still tired you out. You weren't usually one to complain, but a breathless "Are we there yet?" still hung in the air. Yelena grinned. "Actually, yes," she said; her accent thick and her smile wide. You cast a lighthearted suspicious look at Yelena before stepping stepping through the gap in the branches she was holding open for you.

"How do you like it?"

You couldn't help but gasp a little as you looked around. You and Yelena were now standing in little clearing, filled with wildflowers and orange tinted leaves on the ground. The sunlight cut through the crisp autumn air in the perfect way, and a light breeze wafted through the forest. The sound of rustling leaves accented beauty of where you were now. "It's perfect," you laugh, taking it all in.

Yelena set down the backpack she had been wrangling with for the past hour with a heavy clunk. "What's in there?" You asked. She looked at you incredulously.

"Food," Yelena said simply, pulling out a checkered blanket. A picnic, you realized. No better place to have one, though. This place is beautiful.

She pulls out a little cooler from her backpack. You remember when you got it. You had sent her to the nearby grocery store to get some food, and she comes back with a box of Frosted Flakes and a five pack of coolers. Why?

"They're on sale! And these boxes look really fucking expensive, and we got five! For 25 dollars!"

"Yelena, why would we need five coolers?"

Yelena: *angry sputtering*

But you loved her chaos. Also, you can't be talking. You were just as insane.

Yelena tapped you on the shoulder. While you were zoning out and thinking about cooler sales, she had arranged the food neatly on the picnic blanket. You smiled a little bit, noticing the half burnt cookies that were probably homemade.

You were in the middle of teaching Yelena how to bake. She was pretty decent at cooking. But lets just say the patience and precision in baking the things you did wasn't something that came easily to Yelena. But that didn't stop her. Almost nothing did, really.

So here you both were, sitting across from each other in the mountains with a stack of food in front of you with very varying levels of appeal.

There was the Tupperware box filled with grapes and cheese slices that looked pretty damn good. Then there was the half burnt cookies, the unopened box of crackers, and the smashed up lemon cake that still had its store label. You didn't care though. The fact that someone cared enough to do this for you filled you with joy.

Yelena said some sort of incomprehensible gibberish, and you leaned forward with a confused look on your face.

"Bo - are you trying to kiss me?"

"No, I'm trying to hear what you said,"

"Boon appetite?

Bohn apptit?

Boh-"

You snorted as you realized what she was trying to do.

"Bon appetit?"

"Yes, thats it!" Yelena said with a proud look on her face.

"Where'd you hear that?" You tried to contain your laughter.

"TV," She announced.

You couldn't help it. You covered your mouth as you laughed quietly, shaking a little.

"Whats so funny?" Yelena asked, but there was a sparkle in her eye.

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agirlwhoisaphantom · 3 years

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Our Yellow - Dad!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Baby Barnes's birthday is around the corner, and planning has been a bit stressful. But at the end of the day, everything goes to plan

Word Count: 3800

Warnings: Fluff, slight teasing

Author's Note: I would like to thank my lovely friend for making me write this. It was so much fun writing it. I'm a bit sad that these parts came to an end. I hope you all love this 3 part one shot as much as I did.

Part One: Turning Page

Part Two: To Build a Home

March 12, the day baby Barnes entered the world. Who would have thought baby Barnes would be born around Bucky’s birthday? Such a beautiful little boy with the same ocean blue eyes and brown hair that Bucky had. Leo was practically Bucky’s mini; they were both inseparable.

Bucky was always excited to go home, especially after long meetings and missions. He was always happy because he knew that his two bundles of joy would be there waiting for him. There would be days where he would arrive late at night, and he wanted to spend time with you and Leo, but he truly didn’t mind because he would catch you holding Leo in your arms fast asleep.

Crazy to think that it had been eight years that Bucky had met you. Suppose you were to ask him if he ever saw himself having a family of his own. He would rapidly answer no, but fast forward years later, who thought that he would have a family of his own with the girl he loved the most.

When you first met Bucky, it was an instant click. Your relationship with him rapidly increased. He was the most handsome guy you have ever met. Meanwhile, you were the most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on. You both weren’t ashamed of admitting to each other the feelings you both had for one another.

He wanted to know your story as much as you wanted to know his. It was difficult for you to tell him about the things you have been through, thinking that he would run away at any moment, but instead, he stayed and listened to all your demons. When he first asked you to listen to his story, he was unsure if he should. But you stayed and listened to every word he had to say; he appreciated you so much for not getting up and leaving.

It was nerve-racking for the rest of the Avengers to find out about your relationship with Bucky. You weren’t sure how they would react to you dating him. But when they noticed that you both had smiles on your face, your aura was radiant yellow, and there was nothing but pure happiness. They all knew that this was something you both deserved, especially after a long period of sadness you two had experienced.

Out of everyone, Steve was the happiest. He hadn’t seen his best friend be happy like this in such a long time. But now that you were in Bucky’s life, Steve was grateful. Steve was able to witness seeing Bucky get the happiness that he has always deserved.

There would be days where Bucky stayed up longer than you and Leo. Seeing you hold Leo in your arms brought him peace. He wishes he could go back in time to 2016 when Bucky was on the run in Bucharest and let that Bucky know that life does get better, and eventually, he will smile again and find the peace he is searching for.

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A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams, and someday

Walking down the hallway, Bucky was able to hear you sing Leo a lullaby. He tried to walk as quietly as he could, so he didn’t interrupt you nor try to wake him up. Leaning up against the door frame, he continued to listen to you singing and watched as you hold Leo in your arms. Your fingers were running through his hair, softly singing into his ear.

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true

Leo was asleep in your arms. As you get up, Bucky gets near you. "Doll, I got him." he whispers gently, trying not to wake him up. You carefully hand him over to Bucky. Carrying Leo in his arms to his toddler bed, his little hand reaches out and holds one of his metal fingers as the rest of Bucky's hand rests against Leo's stomach. Placing him down onto his bed, Leo was fast asleep, but with a strong grip, he didn't want to let go of Bucky's metal finger. Bucky gently wiggles the finger out of his grip, making sure he didn't wake up.

You grab Bucky's hand and start quietly getting out of Leo's room. Gently closing the door, you pull Bucky towards the kitchen. He stops you from walking by rapidly pulling you in towards him and placing his hands around your waist. Leaning in forward to give you a brief kiss on your lips, "have I ever told you that you are the most beautiful, amazing mother" he smiles as he rubs his nose against yours.

You quietly chuckle and nod to his response "yes, honey. You tell me that every day," placing your hands on both his cheeks, "and you are a great daddy" you have a smirk on your face and slightly winked.

Without hesitation, his lips were pressed back to yours. His lips were warm and smooth as they brushed against your own. Your lips were parting to let his tongue explore your mouth and your tongue, feeling the pure pleasure of exploring his mouth. Even though you were craving more, you need to pull away. Pulling away, you place your index finger on his lips. "As much as we want more, we have work to do."

Leaning in forward, he moves your hair to the side, pressing his lips on your cheek and gently kissing you from your cheek to your ear, taking a nibble of it. "Do we have to? Tomorrow we can wake up early and work on it," he whispers in your ear and moving his lips from your ear to your neck.

"Yes, we have to, Bucky. I want his fifth birthday to be perfect" these types of kisses you were receiving were your weakness. It was hard for you to say no to him whenever he would tease you like this. "Please, can we work on this" your voice got soft and gentle.

Bucky stops nibbling on your neck and gives out a small grunt. "Fine, but we are waking up late" he places his hand on the back of your head and pulls you in so he can give you a brief forehead kiss.

Letting go of his embrace and turning around, your back was now facing Bucky as you walked towards the kitchen. You flipped your hair and softly chuckled "see, I can get whatever I want," you whispered loudly enough so Bucky could still hear you.

With his right hand, he slaps your ass. The slap was hard that it was a bit loud. If it weren't for the television noise in the background, you would have been worried if that would have woken up Leo.

Bucky places both of his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him. Leaning in forward, "Just you wait till Sunday, Darling, you'll be paying for every little tease you have done for the past week," he whispers into your ear, "okay, bunny." once again but this time gently slapping your ass.

1:35 AM

Blue or Red? Dinosaurs or Cars? Cake or Cupcakes? How many cups of coffee have you taken? Was Bucky already falling asleep? Even though the party was in two days, you wanted to make sure it perfect. As you turn the pages of your planning book, you notice the amount of crossing and pasting you have done for the past couple of days. The moment you thought you were almost done planning, ten other things were thrown at you.

It wasn't a big deal for everyone else besides you. You were worried that Leo wouldn't have any good memories to look back at when he was older. As you stare at the planner, your heart accelerates, hands get shaky as you wrap your arms around you.

Bucky noticed that you were slowly experiencing a panic attack. He gets up fast from the chair causes it to fall onto the ground. He turns your chair so that you can face him. Kneeling in front of you, "Doll, give me your hands" without a second thought, you agreed to give him your hands. "No matter what, Doll, Leo is going to love the party we are planning for him" he looks at you in your eyes; meanwhile, you were staring at how his thumbs moved against your skin. "Even if it's Cars that are Dinosaurs or Cars that are Dinosaurs. He is going to love it and create as many memories as possible" A soft chuckle escapes his mouth.

You take a big breath as you were slowly calming down. Bucky places his hand on your cheek and softly moves his thumb against your skin. "We should go to bed, it's nearly 2 in the morning, and we both are tired. We can work on this tomorrow," he says in a soft, gentle voice. He was right, it was already late, and you both needed some reason.

As soon as you both start walking to the bedroom, you can feel Bucky placing his arm on your back and his metal arm by your calves. He wanted to carry you to bed. You place your arms around his shoulders. He lifts you, now carrying you in a bridal position. He gives you a brief kiss on your forehead as you place your head on his shoulder.

He notices that you were sleeping in his arms. Bucky gently places you on the bed, covering you with the duvet. He goes back to the kitchen, grabs your planner, and starts adding and crossing things from your list. He works on it for an hour, finishing the last details. "Let's go to sleep, baby, please," you mumbled in your sleep, making it hard for him to hear you.

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Five

“Dad, you are going to lose.”

Four

“I’m definitely not losing.”

Three

“My car is the fastest. You have a slow car.”

Two

“Are you sure about that, sport?” Bucky reaches Leo’s stomach and starts tickling him.

One

Leo tries to push Bucky’s hands. He was laughing uncontrollably. “Stop, Dad. You are cheating”

Zero

“And the Race Begins” Bucky was loud enough that you could hear him from the kitchen.

The cars go around the track two maybe three times. Laughter is shared between Leo and Bucky. Leo's car was in 1st place. Meanwhile, Bucky's car was in 2nd place. "I'm catching up" he had a small smirk on his face.

Leo had a concerned look, eyebrows knitting together and his lower lip forward "nope, no, you are not, dad." he chuckles a little.

Bucky's car was now in first place; meanwhile, Leo's was in second "ah. I'm ahead" there was a bit of excitement in his voice. "And dad pulls in, near to the finish line" Bucky was like a little kid all over again. He always made sure that Leo had a fun time whenever he was home.

Leo looks at Bucky with a concentrated look, squinting his eyes nearly shut. "oh, no," he shakes his head, keeping his eyes concentrated on Bucky. Moving his focus to the track, "I'm in the lead! I'm in the lead!" he screams in excitement. "See, I told you, dad, you have a slow car."

With the two cars close to one another. Leo's car crashes into Bucky's. "I'm the winner!" he gets up in excitement and jumps around. "I'm the winner, dad" he starts running around Bucky and the track. Bucky stops him from running around, picks him up, and places him on his back in a firearm position. He has a strong hold of him as he gets up and spins him around.

You were able to hear Leo's screams and laughter. This didn't feel real to you. It all felt like a dream. Hearing them laugh and have a great time brought you joy. As you finish making lunch, you can still hear them.

Bucky kneels so Leo can get down. As soon as Leo is down, he runs to his toy box and gets an unfinished paper snake that he and Bucky started making a few days ago, as well as painting materials. His little hands full of items, walking towards Bucky he would drop the items one by one and get every little piece he dropped "oops, dad, the snake, doesn't want to stay in place. It keeps falling," he pouts as he waddles with the materials, trying to balance himself.

"Throw the snake, and I'll catch it. Just bring the paint." he gently shouts at him. Leo throws the paper snake at him. Bucky inspects the snake, and he notices that it is nearly done. "Leo, we are almost done with this snake."

Leo forms a frown on his face. "It's not a snake, dad, it's a cobra," with a slight grin on his face "be careful, cause I'm going to make it bite you" a small evil giggle escapes his mouth. He gets the snake near Bucky's hand, making a slither noise as it gets near him "ahhh, dad, it bit you" he looks up at Bucky. "Ummm… now…umm… you are infected" he does the same evil giggle from earlier.

"oh no, ouch. Am I going to- "Bucky lays on the floor as he pretends that he just got poisoned.

Leo shakes him gently "dad, wake up, I found the medicine" he shakes him harder, trying to wake him up. Meanwhile, Bucky is trying his best to hold in his laughter. Leo gets up and jumps onto Bucky's torso. This takes his breath away, making him grunt slightly due to how hard Leo jumped. "yay! You are alive. We have to hurry. We don't have much time left" Leo had a concerned look on his face as he tried to 'save' his dad.

Once you finished placing the plates on the table, you decide you wanted to see what Bucky and Leo were doing. Leaning up against the door frame, you see Leo and Bucky sitting down on the floor, surrounded by art supplies and papers everywhere. It had seemed as if an art supply store had exploded.

"The medicine comes from the cobra's guts" He takes the rubber piece of the paper snake and pulls it out.

"Argh," both screamed at each other as they pulled the rubber band out.

Seeing them being goofs and not give a care in the world made you chuckle. This got Bucky's and Leo's attention, and they both wondered for how long you've been standing there. Bucky points at you with the biggest smile on his face.

"Oh, hi, mom. We killed the snake look." Leo rapidly gets the rubber band and throws it at you "now mom has all the guts," He and Bucky scream as the rubber band was launched at you.

Bucky gets up and runs towards you "oh no, we have to save her too" He picks you up and spins you around. Meanwhile, Leo was still screaming about the guts all over you in the background. "I love you, Mrs. Barnes" while he is still spinning you around, he pressed his lips against yours.

"Ewwww, mom, dad."

This made you and Bucky chuckle. Bucky, let's go of you and tackles Leo onto the pillows behind him.

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Leo’s 5th birthday.

Who would think of thought that your little munchkin was going to be Five already, it feels like just yesterday you were changing his diapers. Being able to witness his first word, his first baby steps, his first anything. Made every cry worth it. Especially having such an amazing man by your side, helping each other every step of the way.

As you comb Leo’s hair, these thoughts go through your mind. He was your little man and seeing him grow every day made you sad yet so happy. “Mommy, I want the red shirt with cars on it” Leo interrupts your thoughts. A smile forms on your face, and you did a soft nose scrunch. Leo was always so independent, but he never hesitated to ask for help if he needed it.

Meanwhile, Sam, Steve, and Bucky were outside in the backyard trying to finish decorating the backyard. Bucky looks around. He wanted everything perfect.

Once you were done helping Leo get ready, he runs towards the backyard. He notices that Steve and Sam were there, and without hesitation, he ran towards Steve. He both loved his uncles and would get very excited whenever they were around.

Steve notices Leo running towards him. He lifts him and spins him around. “It’s my monkey’s birthday today.” Leo was practically screaming into Steve’s ear.

Letting Leo down, he was dizzy from all the spinning Steve had just done. He waddles, trying to keep his balance on his way towards Sam. Before he could make it, he falls. Just in time, Sam catches him. “Woah, be careful, champ” Leo couldn’t help but giggle at the fact he had just fallen.

“Hey, where is my hug?” Bucky reaches out his arms towards the direction that Leo is in.

Leo giggles a little and forms a frown on his face. “No, dad. You get a hug later” He wraps his arms around Sam and sticks his tongue out to Bucky.

“Ha, sucker. He loves me more” Sam raises his eyebrows and has a small smirk on his face.

Bucky crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. He walks towards Leo and grabs him, placing him on his right shoulder. Leo gently kicks and punches Bucky to let him down. As soon as Bucky was near the bouncing house, he throws Leo onto it. Leo was scared at first, but he knew deep down Bucky wouldn’t do anything to harm him. As soon Leo felt his body fall into the bouncy house, he bursts into laughter, so as Bucky.

Hours pass by, and everyone was here. Leo was playing with the rest of the kids, running around the whole backyard. Peter was chasing them with a water gun, getting them all wet. Leo and Peter were practically soaked. Bucky, Steve, and Sam were sitting together side by side. Leo decides to walk behind them and spray them with the water gun. After he did that, he runs towards Peter, hiding and giggling.

Sam got up immediately and grabbed the water gun that was on the table, spraying him. Bucky and Steve stayed seated as they both knew that Sam was going to go after Leo. After all, he did mess with Sam.

The moment Leo noticed the cake that Wanda was bringing. He runs towards the table, nearly almost tripping himself to get there. You sit on Leo’s left meanwhile Bucky sits on his right.

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday Dear Leo

Bucky leans into whispers into Leo’s ear, “what did you wish for, champ?”

Leo looks at Bucky with a confused look. “I’m not telling you,” he shakes his head.

As Leo tries getting a bite from his cake, Bucky pushes his head onto it. Leaving Leo’s face full of cake. Without hesitation, Leo grabs the piece that his face landed on and shoves it onto Bucky’s face, rubbing it all over. Now Bucky and Leo were covered with blue and white frosting.

As you stare around, you notice Wanda staring at you with a ‘really’ expression on her face. You shrugged and a lopsided grin formed on your face. “I’m so sorry, Wanda,” you expressed using your lips. As you turn around to face Leo and Bucky, the cake was gone, not because everyone took a piece but because Bucky and Leo were covered in it. You were unsure if you should feel upset or just laugh at the fact that for the next few days, their faces were going to be stained.

Luckily, you had cupcakes in the fridge in case if this were to happen. You take a napkin and start wiping Leo’s face, hands, and clothes. You used the whole roll of paper towels on him. As soon as you went inside, you noticed Bucky trying to clean himself up. You get near him sliding your finger against his cheek grabbing a piece of cake. He turns around and looks at you. Meanwhile, you lick your finger seductively as you winked.

You turn around, Bucky grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. You were now able to see the smudges of icing on his face. He leans in forward to kiss you, but instead of kissing you, he rubs his face against yours. You had a smirk on your face as you rolled your eyes. He grabs your face, and with his tongue, he licks you from your chin to your nose to your forehead. Trying to remove as much frosting he just put on your face. “Hmm, that tasted good” there is a small pause as he licks your cheek. “I can’t wait for later tonight,” he whispers into your ear.

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It was already nighttime. Leo crashed on the couch holding his new favorite Iron Man Plush that Tony decided to gift him. Bucky picks him up and cradles him in his arms.

You decide to put on music, so time goes by faster, and you can finally finish semi-cleaning.

Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft

There is nothing for me but to love you

And the way you look tonight

You start feeling the music, and you close your eyes for a sec. Bucky leans on the entrance of the living room, watching you as you sway to the music with a smile on his face. He comes up from behind, wraps his arms around your waist, and starts swaying with you. You both were in sync. “I’m the luckiest person on this planet. Having you by my side has been a blessing, doll,” He whispers into your ear. He turns you around, and you were now facing him. You had a smile, and your eyes sparkled as the light hit your face “god, I can’t get over how beautiful you are” He leans in to kiss you.

You put your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. and you both continue to dance to the music “Bucky?” you pause for a minute listening to the music. “I think it’s time.”

“Are you sure, doll?” his voice gets soft. You look up towards him and give him a nod. “Okay, but this time let’s make our princess” He turns his head and softly kisses your head.

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