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kyleoreillylover · 4 months
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Protectors
Jey Uso x Sami Zayn x Fem!Reader
Summary: As the youngest on the roster, you are used to the protective antics of the older members of the WWE- specifically Jey and Sami, who took you under their wing and see you as their little sister, who deemed themselves as your protectors- despite you thinking you can take care of yourself. But tonight, after wanting to experience being a normal teenager and sneaking out to a party you get ditched and stranded at, you call them for help. And Jey is not happy with you.
A/N: This is very self-indulgent. Not that I get stranded at parties, but I wish Sami and Jey were some of my college besties, especially as a first year, and could comfort me, don't we all 🥹 Hope ya'll enjoy!!
tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav (if you wanna be added to the tag list just lmk!)
Word Count: 4,631
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The rational part of your brain knew it was a stupid idea ever since your friends suggested it- you had to be stupid to not think that -but the irrational part of your brain wanted to finally act your age and have fun with the friends you barely saw ever since being called up and constantly on the road 300 days a year. 
As a college student who also happened to be a WWE superstar and the hottest act on WWE.
And at a mere 18 years old.
Any other person your age would have jumped at the chance for a wild night out. And you finally wanted to live up to your age. 
Which is why you didnt tell anyone on the roster that you were planning to attend the party. Sneaking out from the tour bus was easy enough, slipping away from the watchful eyes of your older colleagues who often acted as your guardians whenever you were on tour. You were grateful for their protectiveness, but tonight, you craved a taste of freedom, and you weren't gonna get that with them breathing down your necks. 
But now, with the bitter cold air biting at your skin, and the distant sound of music fading behind you, you found yourself regretting your decision. You hadn't anticipated how quickly everything could turn sour. Your friends had scattered away a few hours ago to god knows where, leaving you stranded and uncomfortable in a sea of drunk idiots (there was no way you were trusting the drinks of a bunch of college boys) that were either trying to get in your pants or trying to get you into their friends’ pants. 
And to make things worse-you got recognized. An over-zelous frat boy took one look at you from across the room and literally screamed out your name over the loud music, which in turn made his other over-zelous frat boy friends turn towards you with recognition in their drunken-hazed eyes and run over to you and wrap their sweaty arms around you and beg you for selfies, which in turn made everyone else realize you were there and do the same thing. 
You quickly dipped before shit could hit the fan and managed to slip away and run far away from the house without anyone following you, but now you had no idea where you were, it was getting colder by the second, and you were nervous that a fan would eventually find you. 
You navigated through dimly lit streets, shivering in the cold, desperately trying to remember the route back to the main road to get the hell out of here. The unfamiliar streets twisted and turned, leading you deeper into a residential neighborhood you didn't recognize. Panic began to well up within you as you realized you truly had no idea where the fuck you were going. 
You groaned as as frustration mixed with the cold night air. You had two options now. Either suck it up and keep walking, hoping to stumble upon a familiar place with using google maps, or call one of your friends for help.
You started mentally weighing the pros and cons of each option to call. Cody was finally spending time with his family, you weren't close enough with Seth to ask him for help, Rhea would chew you up and spit you out for being this stupid and leaving without telling her, Bianca was spending time with Montez and busy dealing with Damage Control, Nia hated your guts…which left you with two options...
You reached for your phone, feeling the chill of the night biting at your fingertips as you dialed the numbers of the two people who you defineltey felt the most guilty about not telling about your plans because they were the closest to you and the most protective of you, but you had no choice now. The phone rang, each ring and every second you waited for an answer amplifying your anxiety. 
After a few agonizing moments, the phone finally finally clicked, indicating that someone had picked up. 
"Why the hell you calling at 1 am? I ain't getting you no food uce." Jeys groggy voice greeted on the other end of the line, sounding slightly annoyed at being awakened. "Hey...." You answered back nervously, knowing he'd be even more irritated. 
"Jey, be nice." You heard Sami's equally tired voice chastise Jey. Sami was always the sweetest between the two of them, even though Jey was also syrupy sweet with you and being protective hell over you. Sami was always spoiling you despite Jey's teasing and gruff exterior. You were like the little sister they never had.
"But why are you calling at this time, kiddo? Shouldn't you be sleeping or something, all that teenage angst catching up to you?" Sami teased lightly.
You let out a nervous laugh, the sound slightly shaky from the cold, your breath visible in the chilly night air. "Uh, yeah, about that...I kind of need your help," you admitted, rubbing your arms in an attempt to generate some warmth.
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Jey spoke up again, this time more alert. "What kind of help? What the hell you do?" Jey's voice was filled with concern yet tinged with a hint of scolding. 
You let out another nervous laugh, knowing he was going to get more angry. "Don't get mad..." 
"Don't get mad?" Jey's voice rose a notch, and you could practically hear the skepticism in his tone. "What. Did. You. Do?"
"Well, you see, I may or may not have snuck out to a party without telling anyone, and now I'm kind of lost in the middle of nowhere," you confessed immediately at his demanding tone, cringing at the admission.
There was a moment of silence, followed by a deep sigh from Sami. "You did what?!" Jey's disbelief was evident, and you could almost picture him running a hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was stressed or frustrated.
"I know, I know, but I called you now, shouldn't that count for something?" You babbled out in a rush to quell his frustations, your teeth chattering slightly from the cold.
Jey let out a frustrated growl. So much for quelling his rage. "You should've not done this shit in the first place, that would've counted for something! You know better than to do this shit-"
"Alright, alright, let's not make her feel worse than she already does." Sami interjected, his tone softer as he put a hand on Jey's shoulder, trying to calm his friend down. "We'll figure this out kiddo, okay? Just send us your location." 
You quickly fumbled with your phone to send them your location- hoping they wouldn't notice you turned it off, but Jey's angry growl indicated that he probably caught on. "And you turned off your location, didn't you?" Jey's voice was stern, and you winced at the disappointment you could feel emanating from him.
"I...uh, didn't want anyone else to track me down," you admitted sheepishly, knowing it was a feeble excuse.
Sami sighed. "Look, just turn it back on so we can find you. We'll be there in a few minutes."
You followed Sami's instructions, turning on your location sharing. As you waited for them to arrive, you couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anxiety. Relief that you wouldn't have to be in these cold, unfamiliar streets alone and would have company soon and anxiety about facing the inevitable lecture from Jey and Sami. 
True to their word, Jey and Sami showed up shortly, wearing sweatpants and hoodies, looking more like they were ready to sleep than to show up and get you. 
Jey's face was etched with anger, disappointment, and concern, while Sami's held a more understanding and sympathetic look, but also had a tinge of disappointment in his face. They both stepped out of their car, and Sami pulled you into a tight, protective hug. The warmth from his hoodie was a stark contrast to the chilly night air, and you couldn't help but sigh in relief.
"Are you okay?" Sami whispered, concern evident in his voice as he pulled away to examine you. You were wearing a low cut black dress that was definitely not suitable for the cold weather, and Sami's worry deepened as he noticed your shivering.
"I'm fine, just cold," you replied, trying to brush off the concern, but the chattering of your teeth betrayed your attempt.
Jey, who had been standing there with his arms crossed, finally spoke up, walking over to you and giving you a jacket."We're taking you back to the bus. This was a stupid idea, and you should know better. Now get in the car."
You nodded solemnly, slipping into the jacket, but Sami frowned at Jeys stern tone. "You don't have to yell at her, Jey. She's already scared and cold." Sami shot Jey a disapproving look that Jey shot right back at him. "Then what the hell am I supposed to do, Sami? Be happy like you that she's almost a grown ass adult that decided to play hide and seek in the middle of the night in some random neighboorhood?"
Your frown turned into a glare as you looked between them, understanding where Jey was coming from but nonetheless still hurt by his words. "You're right. I am an adult, so I shouldn't have to listen to you yell at me like I'm a child," you retorted, crossing your arms defensively.
Jey scoffed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, your such an adult that you got yourself lost in the middle of the night," he muttered under his breath, but Sami shot him another warning look.
"Enough, Jey. Yelling at her won't change what happened. Let's just get her back to the bus and talk about this when we're all in a warmer, less public place," Sami suggested, guiding you towards the car.
You were about to go into the car, but a voice yelling out your name made you freeze in your tracks. "Y/N!!" The three of you turned to see a big ass frat boy running towards you, phone in hand, with a wide grin on his face. 
"You didnt listen to me ask you for a selfie earlier!" he exclaimed, clearly still drunk. "So now that I finally found you, are you done being a bitch and will take a selfie with me?" He barely finished his sentence before Jey grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground, a low growl escaping his throat.
"You need to learn some damn manners, you fucking fool!" Jey snarled, his grip tightening on the guy's shirt. "You talk to her like that again I'ma stick my foot up your ass and make sure you can't talk at all, uce."
"Jey, let him go!" Sami intervened, trying to pry Jey's fingers off the frat boy. You watched, wide-eyed, as the frat boy stammered out an apology, fear etched across his face as Jey chocked the life out of him. "Nah, he gotta learn to keep his fucking mouth shut!" Jey's grip tightened on his throat as he pushed him against a nearby car. "You wanna talk that shit to her, you deal with the consequences, uce." Jey's tone was deadly serious, and the frat boy nodded frantically, struggling to catch his breath. 
"Jey, seriously, let him go. We don't need trouble," Sami pleaded, still attempting to calm his friend down. 
"Jey please, let him go. We don't need you getting suspended for hurting a fan over me." Your voice softened as you approached, placing a gentle hand on Jey's arm. He turned to you, his expression still filled with anger but softening slightly at your touch. He listened to you and released the frat boy, who stumbled backward, coughing and trying to regain his composure.
"Get lost," Jey growled at the frat boy, who nodded vigorously before stumbling away, casting frightened glances over his shoulder.
Sami shot Jey a disapproving look, but Jey just shrugged it off. "You didnt have to fight him. You could've just ignored him," Sami scolded gently, shaking his head at Jey's temper.
"I ain't gonna let anyone disrespect her like that, Sami. You know that." Jey replied, still seething but slightly more composed now. You took a step closer to Jey, looking up at him with a mix of fear and love in your eyes. "Thank you, Jey. I'm sorry for causing all this shit." You looked away from him guiltily, not waiting for a response as you crawled into the car, missing the way Jey sighed heavily, his anger slowly dissipating as he met Sami's gaze, who was giving him a knowing look. "Lemme guess, now you are feeling bad and wishing you listened to me?"
Jey sighed again, running a hand through his hair in frustration. 'I fucking know, okay? I shouldn’t have blown up on her like that." Jey admitted gruffly, his voice laced with guilt. 
Sami placed a reassuring hand on Jey's shoulder. "I know, man. But now, let's bring her back to the bus, make sure she's good, and then you can talk to her, okay?”
Jey nodded a mix of concern and remorse on his face as he got into the drivers seat, Jey's grip on the steering wheel tight and Sami sitting quietly beside him, occasionally shooting concerned glances at you in the backseat, where you were shrunken back into your seat, scrolling on your phone to avoid the tense vibes in the car.
The silence was thick, only broken by the occasional sigh from Jey and the sound of Sami shifting in his seat. You glanced up from your phone just in time to see you pull up to the tour bus.
As soon as the car stopped, you hurriedly exited, hoping to avoid the tension inside. You were met with the chilly night air once again, and you wrapped the jacket tighter around yourself, then felt anther arm wrap around you and looked up to see Sami by your side. He gave you a gentle squeeze, silently comforting you as you stood there, feeling the cold night air prickling against your skin. "You'll be okay," he murmured softly.
As you turned to head towards the tour bus, you noticed Jey lingering behind. His expression seemed torn between frustration and worry, his hand running through his hair as if he was battling an internal struggle. His eyes met yours briefly before he turned away, heading towards the bus after you and Sami, making your heart drop in guilt.
You sat down on the couch, pulling the jacket closer around you, trying to shake off the chill that had seeped deep into your bones, the heat emanating from the tour bus a welcome relief. You glanced up as Sami settled down next to you, offering a warm smile in an attempt to ease your n nerves as Jey stomped to the kitchen, his movements tense and agitated. He was trying to mask his concern with a facade of indifference, but it was evident in the way he kept glancing in your direction.
"I'm sorry," you murmured, breaking the silence, your voice barely audible. Sami's face softened at the sadness in your face. "I didnt mean to make you guys scared, or worry you both, or try to prove that I am independent. I just wanted to have fun for once."
Sami gently placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze. 
"It's okay, kiddo. We understand that. But you have to realize, sneaking out alone wasn't the safest way to have fun," Sami replied, his voice calm and understanding. "Jey and I were worried sick when you called. You are like our little sister, and we care about you, and we want you to be safe."
You nodded, feeling guilt weighing heavily in your chest. "I know, and I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to cause so much trouble."
Sami paused for a moment, his gaze sympathetic and filled with concern. "I know. And I know the pressure can be overwhelming, trust me, I can barely handle it and I am twice your age. But are you not having fun? Are you not happy with Raw and Smackdown? I don't want you to crack under the pressure this young just because you feel like you have to prove something to yourself or others."
You sighed softly, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over you. "I am, Sami. I really am happy when I'm with you guys. I'm happy with everyone. I am happy with me life. It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on being a regular teenager. Everyone else my age is out having fun, and I'm constantly on the road, living this extraordinary life but missing out on ordinary things."
Sami's expression turned into an understanding and his eyes had a pensive glint in his eyes as he pulled you into a tight hug. "I get it, kiddo. I do. I know how tough it is, but I also know that you're strong enough to handle it. You accomplished so much that others can only dream of doing, and youre being a badass while dong it."
You giggled softly at Sami's attempt to lighten the mood, and he smiled back, happy to have finally made you turn back to your normal self. "But you shouldn't be worrying about what you are missing, you should be proud of what you've achieved. You're not missing out on life; you're living it differently, and that's okay."
You smiled into his neck, his words and warm embrace being exactly what you needed. Sami was always so sweet to you. "I needed to hear that. Thank you, Sami.”
Sami pulled back slightly, giving you a warm smile. "Anytime, kiddo. Besides, who else would I be able to spill drama and gossip about with you're not here? Sami chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood further.
You giggled again, nudging Sami playfully. "You have Jey to gossip with."
Sami laughed heartily, the sound echoing through the bus. "Ah, he's got his moments too, but you know, you're the one who keeps things interesting around here."
The two of you turned towards the kitchen when you heard a clang, seeing Jey, rummaging through the fridge with unnecessary force, his back tensed.
Sami turned back to you, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Look, we'll talk more, but I think Jey needs a moment. He's just worried about you, and it's his way of showing it. He needs you more than I do right now."
You nodded your head understandingly at Sami's words; Jey might've had a hard exterior, but underneath all that he needed you right now, needed to make sure you were safe.
"I'll go talk to him," you said softly, standing up from the couch. Sami gave you an encouraging nod as you walked over to Jey, who had his back turned to you, who was aggressively fixing things in the kitchen. You approached him cautiously, knowing he was on edge.
"Jey?" You spoke softly, hoping to get his attention without startling him. You saw his back stiffen, but he didnt turn around. You took a deep breath and continued, knowing he was listening to you. "I'm really sorry about what happened tonight. I didnt mean to worry you or cause any trouble. I just wanted to..." You trailed off, unsure how to express your feelings without making things worse.
Jey finally turned to face you, his eyes red and tired, but full of concern. He didnt say anything at first, just observed you with a mix of emotions flickering his face. His expression softened slightly as he took in your nervous stance, and he let out a heavy sigh. 
"Look sweetheart," Jey began, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the frustration lingering underneath. "I ain't mad at you because I wanna ruin your night or make you feel bad. I'm mad because I care about you. We care about you.
He gestured toward where Sami was sitting, still looking in your direction. "You mean a lot to us, and seeing you like that.." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're not supposed to be sorry, you know? You're supposed to be safe and sound, not running around in the middle of the night and scaring the hell out of us. And you like my sister, so of course I'ma feel some typa way about it." 
You felt your throat close up at the genuine concern in Jey's voice. You moved closer to him, reaching out tentatively to touch his arm. "I... I understand, Jey. I didn't mean to cause so much worry. I just... I wanted to let loose for a night, to feel like a regular teenager, " you admitted, your voice wavering slightly with emotion. “I won't do something stupid like that again, I promise." You looked up at him, sincerity shining in your eyes.
Jey's expression softened at your words, and he sighed, pulling you into a hug. "You better not, or I'ma beat your ass," he said, his tone serious but laced with affection. You giggled into his neck when he lifted you up slightly in a bear hug, your laughter easing the tension between you both. "Okay, okay, I promise! No more sneaking out without telling anyone," you assured him, hugging him back tightly.
"And no more partying alone somewhere you have no idea about."
"Okay!"
"And no more hanging out with friends that ditch you."
"Okay!!"
"And no more stealing my snacks from my locker room when I go out for a match."
"Aye, now you doing too much!"
You both chuckled at your comment, and you pulled away from the hug to look up at Jey.
"I love your protective ass, you know that?"
Jey smirked slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "Of course you do. Who else is gonna keep you in check, huh?" You nudged him playfully, smiling up at him. "You and Sami are the best. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."
Jey's smirk softened into a genuine smile, and he squeezed your arm affectionally. "We got your back, always. Just promise me you'll have ours."
You smiled back at him, your eyes softening with gratitude at having the greatest support system ever. "I promise, Jey. I'll always have your back, just like you have mine."
Jey nodded, a sense of relief washing over him, his demeanor shifting back to his usual protective yet playful self. "Good. Now go back and sit with Sami, your hot chocolate will be out in a minute."
You raised your eyebrows at his words, a grin creeping up on your face. "Hot chocolate? You're spoiling me now, Jey," you teased, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you despite the chilly air outside.
Jey chuckled, pushing you playfully out of the kitchen. "Yeah, yeah, just go before I change my mind."
You grinned and hurried back to the couch where Sami was waiting, a smile on his face as he watched your interaction with Jey. "I take it everything's okay?" Sami asked softly as you sat back down next to him.
"Yeah, everything's good," you replied, leaning against Sami's shoulder. "Jey's just being Jey, you know?"
Sami nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. "Yeah, I can tell." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice filled with warmth. "Jey may not always show it in the best way, but he's fiercely protective because he cares deeply. We both do. You're like family to us."
You smiled gratefully, feeling a surge of emotion at Sami's words. "I'm lucky to have you guys. Don't tell anyone, but when I got called up to the main roster… I was scared. I didnt know anyone, and everyone was so much older and experienced, so I thought to just shut myself off and focus on wrestling. But you guys… you made me feel welcome, like I belonged."
Sami's smile widened at your confession. "Aw, kiddo." He pulled you into his arms again, holding you close. "You fit in right from the start. I saw potential in you from before Cody introduced us, and I knew you'd be something special. You've proved that and more. And don't tell Jey I told you this…"
Sami leaned in to your ear conspiratorially. "But he told me when we first met you that he thought you were the most talented person he had seen in a while, and that it was crazy NXT didn't capitalize on you when they had the chance." Sami pulled back to see the surprised expression on your face, chuckling softly at it.
"He really said that?" You asked, surprised and touched.
Sami nodded, his smile warm and reassuring. "Yeah, he did. But don't spill the beans, he has a reputation to maintain." You laughed as you leaned back onto the couch, smiling up at Sami gratefully. "Thank you for telling me that. And don't worry, your secret's safe with me."
Just then, Jey came into the room, carrying three mugs of steaming hot chocolate. He handed each of you a mug and settled into the seat across from you, a small smile on his face. "Here you go, kid. Don't burn your tongue," he said in a teasing tone.
You rolled your eyes at his teasing, taking a cautious sip of the hot chocolate, reveling in its warmth. "Thanks, Jey. This is perfect," you said, shooting him a grateful smile.
Jey leaned back in his seat, taking a sip of his drink and shooting a knowing look between you and Sami. "So, what'chall taking 'bout?" he asked casually.
You and Sami exchanged glances before chuckling nervously. The two of you were the worst liars on earth. "Oh, nothing, just catching up on some stuff," Sami replied smoothly, trying to cover up the conversation.
Jey raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Ya'll were talking bout me, weren't you?"
You were a little worried Jey had caught on, but Sami was quick on his feet. "Of course not, man. Why would we talk about you when we have more important things to discuss?" Sami flashed a mischievous grin.
Jey squinted at Sami, clearly not convinced. "I know when you're lying, Sami. spill it."
You chuckled nervously, deciding to take the plunge. "We were just talking about this hot guy from school hitting on me at the show one time." you said, trying to divert the conversation with a playful grin.
Jey raised an eyebrow, looking between you and Sami skeptically. "Hot guy, huh? Should I be worried?" he teased, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
Sami laughed, playing along. "Oh yeah, definitely. He was so into her, it was unreal. I had to swoop in and save her from his charming ways," Sami joked, nudging you lightly.
You giggled, grateful for Sami's quick thinking. "Yeah, Sami's my hero," you said with a wink, trying to keep a straight face.
Jey chuckled, shaking his head at your antics. "Yeah, in your dreams, cause ain't no way mans took a look at Sami and got intimidated." Jey smirked, taking another sip of his drink. You laughed at the offended look Sami wore, his hand over his heart in mock hurt.
And as you sipped your warm hot choclate, your heart felt even warmer. You might not have been a regular teenager, but if being a regular teenager meant you couldn't have these friends looking out for you and having your back, then you didn't mind missing out on regular teenage normalcy at all.
BONUS
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kawaiisadoglu · 7 months
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bestie can I request toto with a black!femreader? he’s just so daddy😩that video of him surfing?! *debby Ryan hair tuck* got me all in my Toto feels😪
Idiot: Toto Wolff x Black!Reader
TW: Cursing, Slapping (non abusive!)
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The morning had just started as the sun had risen, lighting up the bedroom that belongs to the Wolff family, Y/n and Toto. Y/n was never one to be excited about mornings as she would rather sleep through the morning and work through the evening into the night; however she knew that staying in wouldn’t get the chores and multiple emails waiting for replies done so she dragged herself up and into the bathroom for a shower.
Upon her return from getting dressed and walking around the house to collect the things she needed, Y/n noticed that her husband who should’ve been at home with her wasn’t in the house yet he left his phone on the counter in the kitchen. Dropping everything in the living room, she went out to the sides of the house, to the garden in the front and had gotten no sight of her husband, she made her way around to the back thinking that he might’ve been relaxing at the poolside or even on a conference call with the team, but dear Lord was she so wrong.
Y/n walked out to find her significant other down at the sea, surfing his heart away with the widest grin mixed with concentration on his face. She was so mad at him yet did nothing as she watched him endanger himself even worse than before as his eyes caught hers and after a couple of minutes, his surf was over and he was on his way to get cleaned up.
Returning to the house walking with his crutches, Toto wasn’t surprised when he was met in the living room by his infuriated wife who was glaring at him from across the room. “Hey schatz, did you sleep good?” He asked trying to distract her from being upset. “Yes I did in fact sleep good. Thanks for asking, but you know what didn’t feel good? The fact that my husband seems to be out to give me a fucking heart attack by doing some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever witnessed on this planet called Earth. Why the hell would you go surfing while injured?! First you went bike riding, now you’ve got a broken arm and leg-mind you this isn’t the first time! Your forearm and leg are in braces for Christ’s sake! If you fell into the water your ass wouldn’t be able to fucking swim! What is wrong with you?! Why do you keep trying to kill me before my time?! I’m way much younger than you but it seems you want me to leave this world before you, huh?!” Y/n scolded her husband as she spanked him on his good arm with her hands.
“Schatz I’m sorry. I really didn’t think your mind would go that far, I thought of it as a harmless morning surf” Toto explained but it fell on deaf ears to his wife who noticed him wincing everyone he moved an injured body part but chose to keep silent. “You see, this is why women live longer than men cause y’all just jump into anything without weighing the pro and cons. You literally have surgery in a few weeks and it’s like you want to make your injuries worse than better so guess what, maybe I’ll call and have them cancel the surgeries, yeah?” Y/n replied sarcastically as he sat down on the couch to rest while Y/n went to start the laundry.
An hour and a half later, Y/n was sat on one end of the couch with her laptop in hand typing away, while Toto sat at the other end obviously now feeling the painful effect of his stupidity from earlier. “Y/n/n my leg hurts!” He whined as Y/n only looked at him briefly before shaking her head and refocusing on her task. “Y/n I know you heard me, please help me. My arm and my leg are hurting! The pain sticks!” He cries this time as tears poured from his eyes, showing that he very well regretted his past decision.
“I’m sorry Mr.I can do anything no matter my condition, I am unable to assist at this time as I’m on my lunch break” Y/n sassed at him. She allowed him to wallow in regret for a couple more minutes before she got up to get his medications and the necessary items to help with the pain. “Here, take a bite of this. Swallow the pills, then you finish eating it.” Y/n instructed as she iced and elevated her husband’s swelling leg. Toto did as instructed and rested his head after everything was done while he waited for the pain to subside.
After a while the pain had been fully gone and Y/n was now resting next to him as they watched some Tom and Jerry to occupy their time. “Thank you schatz for your help, your patience, your love and your kindness. I know that I am a lot of work but you manage me so well.” Toto expressed as his wife listened calmly on the verge of sleep. “You’re welcome sweetheart. I just hope that you’ve learnt your lesson and that something like this will not happen again?” She inquired from her husband “Of course not darling, I promise to stress you a little less. I love you” he giggled out his answer “I love you too you idiot” Y/n joined his giggle in reply while peacefully falling asleep, knowing that no matter what he promised, she would still be getting regular heart attacks in the future all because of her love for him.
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fineanddandy · 7 months
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Taken (Eight)
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Relationship: soft!dark!Bucky Barnes x black!reader
Warnings: graphic language, profanity, smut, heavy sexual tension, cheating/infidelity, revenge fuck, unprotected sex, light bondage, wildin out Bucky, cliffhanger 🙃, 18+
A/N: I wanted to do a chapter about how these two met and yeah…I did this shit. It’s fun, it’s hot, and it’s a little emo y’know how I do. This chapter is longer than the others cuz I felt like I had to go in on the smut. So have fun…
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“You’re going out? At this time of night?”
Her weakass husband had asked her as she was walking out the door in one of her new favorite dresses. Obviously that’s what she was doing, at a totally normal hour for a Friday night. She couldn’t do another boring night in with him, so she lied about meeting her bestie for drinks just to get away from him. Knowing him, once she’s gone, he’ll be trying to call her over. But she didn’t care because tonight, she was on the prowl for her ultimate revenge fuck.
She’d been going back and forth about it for too long, weighing the pros and cons of stooping to his level. She wasn’t a cheater but she’ll make an exception just this once. Since he was so busy fuckin her friend, he hadn’t bothered to touch her, so she deserved a good lay. But there in lies the risk. She could meet the finest man in the bar and he may not be able to deliver. That thought alone made her reconsider everything, but it wasn’t fair that they were having all the fun behind her back. The image of them together happened to be a huge motivator though. That and the little weekend get away those fuckers took recently. A business trip. A spa weekend. Who the fuck did they think they were foolin, both conveniently out of town on the same weekend. That’s when she decided. While they were off playing pretend, she went out and bought the hottest dress that made her mischievously smile, and the sharpest heel to match with plans to sink her teeth into the sexiest stranger she could find. Even if it took all night, she wasn’t going home without getting hers. How’s about that as a big fuck you to those two assholes.
Third drink in and she was definitely feelin herself. Making eyes with certain men from across the room, tantalizingly licking her sinful red lips after every sip she took from her glass. But none were bold enough to take the bait. They didn’t deter her from her covert mission though. Alone she sat with her drink, all silky smooth and vulnerable, waiting for the perfect man to pluck her up.
“Oh my God…” she overheard some girl whisper out in surprise beside her at the bar, “isn’t that…Bucky Barnes over there?”
Her brow twitched with intrigue; the shock and awe in the strange woman’s voice caught her attention. Along with that name. It sounded oddly familiar to her…Bucky Barnes…but she can’t recall why…
“No way…” her friend whispered in return, too into her phone to bother to glance up and see, “he wouldn’t be sitting in a hotel bar, alone. Where’s his crew? Or better yet, his latest fling?”
“What, you don’t know? Bucky’s criminally single.” She sighs wistfully, spinning her straw round in her glass as she allowed herself to stare. “Such a shame really. He’s so fuckin hot…”
Her friend dropped her phone beside her glass. “And scary,” she mentioned in a terrorized tone, hesitant to look over at him peacefully sip his drink, “the rumors I’ve heard…”
Well now she had to look to see who this Bucky Barnes guy was these girls were goin on about. Following their dicey gaze, she found the burly man sitting at a private table near the windows and immediately perked up in her stool. Fuck he was hot, and maybe a little scary lookin to some but to her, that scowl was right up her fuckin alley. He looked like he dared anyone to come fuck with him, dressed the fuck down in a navy bespoke suit, gold cuff links shining so sharply under the dimmed lights. His five o’clock shadow looked rough to the touch, like it’d leave a pleasant burn on her chin and cheeks but there was a softness in his pale skin that made her wanna reach out and touch. Made her wanna feel how hot and heavy he would be pressed up against her.
“Girl, the fucked up stories just make him hotter. You’re tellin me you wouldn’t let him hit?” Her friend asked with a slight side eye, hooking a thumb back in his general direction. And as if he could hear them talk about him, a little smirk darted up his cheek. But there was no way he could right? He was damn near on the other side of the room, ways away from them gawking at him.
“Mmm…I don’t know they say he’s dangerous. And I don’t know if I need that kinda drama in my life.”
She kinda did. Just look at him, seemed worth the risk. Besides, what more could a little drama do to her already dramatic ass life.
“Whatever,” her friend dismissed with a scoff and a roll of her eyes back in his direction. “Bucky could so get it. Endanger my life Mr. Barnes fuck.”
That girl took the words right out of her salivating mouth. Ready to throw caution at the wind, she slipped out of her seat, taking her glass with her as she stepped away from the gossiping friends. Dangerous…the only word on her mind as her heels carried her across the room, pass tables of couples intimately talking. How dangerous could this one man be? Could he rough up her bitch ass husband or something? How fun would that be…they’d have such an intense night together that he’d go fuck him up for her, cuz the pussy’s that good. Oh man…she bit back her scandalous grin, how fuckin crazy would that be. And boy, wouldn’t she let him go to work on his sorry ass, that’s how fuckin fed up she was. Fuck his ass up Mr. Barnes, she chuckled to herself. Dangerous…if that’s so, she just might have to fuck around and find out.
Bucky’d had a long day of steppin on necks and cussin out his clients, so he didn’t want to be bothered. Just wanted to drink his drink and stare out the window, and his night was getting along just fine until he heard a woman gently inquire,
“Bucky Barnes? Are you the Bucky Barnes?”
Groaning loudly he turned away from the flickering city lights, annoyed that someone not only spotted him but had the nerve to approach him. Just about ready to slew a few more powerful obscenities for being disturbed but his irritated glint fell onto the prettiest brown eyes he’d ever seen. And it was like all his snarky attitude just slipped away. That glare instantly relaxed and his jaw damn near unlatched as he gaped up at her standing at his table with a rich smile, cocoa skin dazzling beneath her skin tight dress. Where on earth did she come from? Bucky almost looked around to check but he couldn’t take his startled eyes off her. Who was she, and why was she here gracing him with her bewitching presence?
He had to ask, “Do we know each other?” Since she walked up on him purring his name like that. There’s no way he’d forget a face or a body like hers. None.
“Mm not yet.” She mused sitting her glass down on his table, implying she’d like an invitation for her to sit. “But I believe I’ve heard your name before…”
Bucky fell back in his seat with a curious eyebrow, scaling his smolder up and down her curves. “Hmm…well that could be a good thing or a really bad thing…” He offered her a seat with a nudge of his dimpled chin, pinching his bottom lip with the edge of his teeth.
She coyly inquired as she sat, “Can it be both?”
That question pulled a big ol’ devilish smile across Bucky’s handsome ass face. “Depends who you’re asking.” He dropped his folded arms on the table, and she mirrored his pose, that devilish smile.
“Well I’m asking the man himself. So…?”
She had no earthly idea what she was getting herself into but she was being suckered by his bad boy energy. Why were the bad boys always so damn sexy? And this one…this one was beyond. The more he graced her with that sick smile, the more she wanted to grind her pussy into it.
“For you, it can definitely be both.”
Definitely could be more bad than good, so many incredulous things he wanted to do to her…fuck…but what does she really want? Bucky couldn’t help but wonder. Something in her satiated squint told him she was looking for something more than just a hook up. Did he want to be responsible for whatever she was lookin for? He wasn’t known for backing down from a challenge though…
“I actually like the sound of that.” She voiced into the ice clinking around in her glass, taking a sip to sedate her erratic heart. “I could use both y’know…a little bad, a little good...” She used the edge of her thumb to wipe away the whisky sitting on the lining of her plump bottom lip.
“Is that so…” Staring at the way she slowly dragged her thumbprint across her skin, Bucky enticingly licked his own and shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into fuckin with me angel. I’m more bad than good. And I play for keeps.”
With a bat of her lashes, she dropped a fingertip onto the rim of her glass, timidly spinning it around and around as she delicately grazed the toe of her heel up his pants leg. “Well…how about we go for a couple rounds and see if you wanna keep me…hmm Mr. Barnes?”
A hot flash consumed his astonished body and his breath caught, his smile widened beyond his enflamed ears. Oh. Within a second Bucky was bulging out of his trousers, inhaling a deep sigh to steady his buzzing nerves. Man was she in for a world of trouble…
“Only people who beg for their lives call me Mr. Barnes angel.”
“Is that what you like, Mr. Barnes?” Her eyebrows wiggled. “You’ve got all night...” She suggested with a shrug of her shoulder and a crooked smirk that made Bucky laugh a little.
She usually wasn’t so forward, but she was on a mission, and something about him brought it out of her. Bucky thought she would backdown with all his talk of being bad and making people beg for their lives but it did nothing but make her hungrier. And that, he liked. There was something about her that he really liked. Tapping his finger on the table he sized up the woman before him who was ready to practically crawl into his hot lap. Women usually do not boldly hit on him like this, too scared even approach him or take him seriously. But not this one, no…so she was special. Bucky really liked that.
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his waiter who abruptly rushed over the moment Bucky’s finger was in the air. He inaudibly mumbled into his ear as he kept his smitten smokey eyes on her finishing her drink with a playful wink. The waiter eagerly nodded, agreeing to whatever he was saying just before he dropped a room key down on the table and flitted away. They both eyed it with bitten grins, excited for what came next.
“You sure?” He tapped two fingertips down on the firm plastic card. “No turning back once I slide over this key card.”
She sputtered a chuckle, stamping down her paired fingers beside his. “Oh, I’m quite sure,” then she pulled the card from under his loose grip, “are you?”
Bucky stood proudly from the table, casting down a humored glare at flipping the card between her fingers. Her eyebrows still suggestively wiggling with a lighthearted laugh. God she was so damn cute on top of being so sexy. Maybe he was in for a world of trouble. But Bucky’s so unafraid. Grabbing the edge of the table he leaned over, placed his curvy lips right against the shell of her ear and gravelly mumbled, “Never been so sure.”
A slow burn of a tingle danced up and down her spine as she turned to face him, barely missing his parted lips as she flickered her gaze all around his scruffy face. His sinful blue eyes took her breath away.
“Then lead the way, Mr. Barnes.” She flat out tasted her lips, the tip of her tongue faintly swept his in the process. Bucky huffed out a tender growl as he straightened up, presenting his heavy ring adorned hand for her to take.
“You’re gonna get enough of callin me that.”
The second their knuckles locked in place, and the palms of their hands seemed to mold perfectly together, they both knew they were a done deal.
“Doubt it.”
Step by step, they couldn’t stop smiling, and everyone in the bar couldn’t stop staring as they walked through the room. The Bucky Barnes leaving hand in hand with a strange woman? Even the girls that clued her into his guise gawked, the one who identified him rightfully jealous that she had a foot in the door. As they passed, she shot them a funny little wink, personally thanking them for the unknown assist. All they could do was scoff. She felt insanely cocky at his side, like she accomplished a miraculous feat being chosen by a man of his stature. And she was fuckin living. Their energy was absolutely torrid. They could feel it sparking in between them. And they were sure as soon as his door closed behind them, they were gonna wreck the place.
Just as they arrived to the elevators, Bucky’s phone vibrated in his breast pocket. Tempted to ignore it, he pressed the up button then pulled out the device with a roll of his eyes. It could only be one person. “Fuck. I have to take this.” Glancing at the screen he was right; his right hand man was calling to check on him but all he was doing was interrupting. Bucky smacked his lips and placed a loving hand at the small of her back. “Head straight to the penthouse. Be ready for me.”
The doors dinged and opened. Before she could protest, he guided her into the glass elevator, and turned on his heel to hastily answer the phone.
“Boss, should I send the car?”
Bucky hissed, “No, I’m not coming home tonight.”
“Oh?” He couldn’t hide the shock if he tried, inclined to ask why but he knew to stay out of Bucky’s personal affairs. “Uh, okay boss…see you in the morning…”
“More like afternoon.” Bucky grumbled as he hung up in his face, rushing back to the elevators and urgently smashing the up button. He didn’t to keep her waiting.
Stepping out of her heels at the fancy door, she gasped at the size of his room, and at the view from the top floor. Who the fuck was this guy, and what exactly did he do for a living in order to stay in a place like this?! She stumbled around the living room, taking in the lush decor in wide wonder, peeping the undisturbed massive king bed he eventually was going to lay her down on. Oh she must’ve really hit the jackpot with this guy. Floor to ceiling tinted windows lined the room, providing a clear shot to the black speckled night sky. Her heart was racing a million miles per minute.
“Wow,” she whispered down at the city below. Could this plan go any smoother?
Be ready for me.
His voice echoed in her cloudy head as she snapped to, suddenly trying to decide what to do or how to be before he entered. She was panicked, unsure if she should be on the couch or in the bed. Dress off or should he do the honors. On her knees or legs invitingly spread open. Too many options, so little time. She needed to play cool and not desperate, keep that heated banter. So she took a few calming breaths as she paced the length of the couch, randomly noticing two drinks already sitting on the coffee table. God was this man damn near perfect? She swiped hers up and collapsed onto plush cushions, chugging back lukewarm bittersweet whisky to settle her nerves. She really couldn’t believe all this was happening and so easily. Like it was almost too good to be true…
Bucky stalked down the hall, in such a hurry to get his hands on her but then paused at the door, wondering if he should give her a minute to reconsider. She really didn’t know what she was signing up for when she snatched up his room key. Bucky didn’t keep women at his disposal, not a player or a womanizer in the slightest. Walked a lonely road and for good reason. Most women only wanted him for his money or his status, and they could never hold his attention long enough to take them seriously. So he meant when he said he was playing for keeps. There was something about her he just couldn’t place his finger on it yet. Clearly looking for a one night stand and he wasn’t the type, but he’d give her whatever she wanted. Something compelled him to, and that freaked him out a little bit. Didn’t know a damn thing about her, and he wanted her so fuckin badly. From the moment he laid his sights on her…it was a strange alarming feeling that quaked all the way to the soles of his feet. He gently rested his forehead against the door with a mild sigh. Bucky needed to get a grip. There’s no telling what was waiting for him on the other side. And he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself but…tonight could be the start of something epic.
Her glass was cleared by the time she heard the door beep and click open. She quickly sat up on her knees as Bucky cautiously sauntered in, tugging at the Windsor knot of his tie. The door slammed behind him dominantly standing in the entry, freeing his tight throat of its choking collar with a serious brow. She seemed so innocent over there, breathlessly waiting for his next move, willing to do whatever he wanted. Her big brown eyes knotted his stomach.
“So,” his dark voice ran hot through her anxiously twitching body, “what is it that you want from me?” He pulled and pulled until the knot came a loose, bucking his eyebrows.
She swallowed a nervous lump in her throat so she could answer normally. “Thought I made myself clear back downstairs.”
Bucky hummed a small smirk, popping his tie from around his neck. Her walls clenched with the loud pop that sounded in the air. Fuuuuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…she was barely hanging on, breaths so shallow and shaky, growing so sticky between her enflamed thighs.
He deliberately wrapped the silky material around his curled knuckles, carefully crossing the room as he thought aloud, “Think there’s more to your story. Something you’re not telling me.”
Shit… “What do you wanna know?”
“The truth.”
Would that even matter? If she told him that she was here despite her husband back home, would that make him change his mind? She didn’t want to ruin her chance. Didn’t want to bore him with her sad little story of betrayal. If she lied, played the part, could he tell? God she really didn’t want to fuck this. She was so close, already so turned on and they even haven’t touched yet. That meant something, right? So swiftly they were drawn to each other. Would it all be over if she told him what was really goin on?
“What…what if I’m not ready to tell you the truth yet?”
“Then what can you tell me hmm?” He calmly sat beside her, draping his arm and wrapped hand along the back of the couch, narrowing his squint down her front. “Should I expect a jilted ex banging down my door in the middle of the night?”
Her husband would never. He was too distracted to come looking for her. “Please,” she exhaled with a sad grin, reaching her hand for the back of his neck, “no one’s missing me...”
Latching on to his warm skin she climbed onto his lap, and the hem of her dress rode up her gaped thighs. Her curious fingertips slipped up into his fuzzy hairline. Bucky tipped his chin up to behold her weak gaze as he ran his cupped hands up the back of her thighs, trailing his shy fingers over her goosebumped flesh until they reached the crease of her ass poking out from under her dress.
“So…you’re all mine for the taking then…” He urged, clawing the hem and dragging it over her bare skin. Fuck she wasn’t even wearing underwear? Bucky slumped into the cushions with a tiny whimper. Mimicking his taunting touch she ran her nails up the back of his head, trying to catch her heightened breath.
She faintly moaned with a flutter of her lashes, “Whenever…wherever…whatever you want Bucky…”
Fully exposed to the cool air her dress sat around her trembling hips as his hands continued their journey up her squirming sides, her shuddering rib cage, and down her limp arms until they stopped at her anxious hands.
“What happened to Mr. Barnes huh…” He took them away and pulled them down to her lower back, collecting her wrists in one fist as he relinquished his tie from around his fingers. Her breaths turned into audible pants, her mouth opened and ready for his. Bucky admired how compliant she was acting. Even as he roughly bound her hands together, never did she once wince or complain but practically drooled, reaching down for a taste his lips.
“Figured you’d like me to call you by your real name…” Her airy words fell into his mouth. One last knot and he was done, holding her restraint with one hand as the other snatched her by the chin, inching her gasping out just a little closer.
“Think I like Mr. Barnes for now. Has a nice ring to it…” Bucky smiled at her slipping her hot wet tongue out for him. Pinching a little harder, he jerked her jaw lower, widening her mouth for him to see. “You want me to kiss you baby? Huh?” He asked into her open mouth, tempted to trace the tip of her tongue with his own. She nodded the best she could in his firm grip, choking on her aroused mewls. “You want me to put you out of your misery?”
He had no idea what that question meant to her and she nearly broke as she eagerly nodded again with a shut of her burning eyes. That was all she wanted for months now, for someone to make her forget, to make her feel good again. A sharp gasp fled her drying mouth, her eyes stunned wide open as Bucky lapped a long lick up her flat tongue. Her damp folds convulsed. He could taste the night’s whisky still lingering there and it was so good he had to take another savored taste with a happy hum. Which made her eyes roll into the back of her head, her fingers curl and cross.
“Why do you taste so good huh?” He asked with a powerful smack on her ass, and when she tried to flinch away, Bucky jerked her back in place. “Don’t move. My good girl stays in her place, isn’t that right?” She obediently nodded once more as he yanked his hands away and reached for his belt. Keeping a careful eye on her with a dastardly smirk, he immediately unbuckled and unzipped his trousers. “That’s it angel…be nice and still for me. So fuckin pretty patiently waiting for my dick. Want it so bad don’t you…”
She could hear Bucky pull his dick out and she wanted to check out how big he was but she was too afraid to look away from his hypnotizing smolder. His rings softly clinked against each other as he fisted himself, stroking his girth ever so slightly Bucky exhaled freely. So relieved to be touching his achy cock he almost closed his eyes. His tender reaction made her pussy warm.
“So bad Mr. Barnes you have no idea.” She cried, fighting the urge to squirm in anticipation.
“Mmm but I think I do…” Bucky fidgeted really starting to feel good beneath her frozen body. “Bet if I…” He trailed off with a sleazy smile, sneaking his free hand up behind her spread legs.
“Oooh fuuuuck...” She shivered, planting her shaky knees into the seat so she wouldn’t rock her hips against his inquisitive fingers dancing over her wet folds. Just that simple touch left her dying for more, biting back her pleas.
“Hmm…what I thought,” Bucky giggled inspecting the mess she left on his fingertips, sucking a couple of them clean with an enthusiastic croon. “But…I don’t think you’re ready for me yet.”
“Oh my god please Mr. Barnes…please…” It didn’t take long for him to have her begging. Perfect timing really.
Bucky giggled a little more as he picked up the speed of his strokes, silently commending her with his wrinkled eyes for staying true to her role. “Mmm…think I could cum to the sound of you whining to be fucked angel. Sound so good you’re making my dick drip.” And just to fuck with her some more, he ran the pad of his thumb around his leaky tip and brushed his precum all over her dry lips.
“Jeeesus…” She whimpered as she ran her tingling tastebuds all around her full lips, licking up any salty trace of him. Goddamn what was Bucky doing to her.
He sucked on his own thumb for a minute then rolled it moist with his own saliva back around its head with a lift of his hips. “Do I taste good to you? Huh? Think you could drink my cum?”
“Yes—fuck—yes Mr. Barnes I’ll do anything you ask of me pleeeaaase…pleeeaaasssse daddy fuck…”
That he had to grin at. No one’s ever called him daddy before. “Oh, so I’m daddy now?” He purred grabbing her restraint. “That’s so fuckin cute.”
She wanted Bucky to be her everything. Her daddy, her fuck buddy, her lover, whatever. She wanted it all. She wanted all of him.
“Mmm daddy…” Bucky lowly growled, easing her soaking wet pussy on down by her conjoined wrists. “I can be your daddy angel. I can be whatever you want me to be…”
They called out for one another as her insides began to suck him in, encasing him with such warm gushiness he thought he was going to lose all control. Her heat slipping down his length made his breath catch, tears stung his lash line. Bucky wanted to take his time so he could feel every inch of her but she felt too amazing.
“Oh! Oh my god! Yes! Yes—yes please be my daddy…” He stretched her out just right as he filled her up, reaching way deeper than her sorry excuse for a husband could. She couldn’t believe how incredible he felt inside her. Her jaw dropped in awe. “Hooooly fuckin shit Bucky!”
“Ooooh my…” he choked, holding her by her hip, rolling his eyes and head back as he buried his dick as far as it could go in her throbbing walls. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, I wanna cum inside you.”
Searching for her breath she rested her clammy forehead next to his, feeling his dick jump and jerk in the bottom of her abdomen. How…she dryly gulped down a broken moan.
“You can do whatever you want…this is your pussy now…” She didn’t know what she was saying too far gone off the strength of his dick pumping her creaminess all down his shaft.
Bucky evilly chortled, absolutely delighted with his new acquisition, by the sight of her riding his dick. He grabbed ahold of the side of her neck and pulled her closer while tugging back on her belted wrists, arching her lower back.
“Is that a promise you can keep?” His ominous question beat her rigid huffs of breath, teasing her pouty lips that hovered mere millimeters over his.
No…not really, but she lied and vowed herself to this almighty man with a weak yes, plunging her thick tongue down his throat. As they attached at their noisy mouths, they popped their grinding hips each time they met, viciously groaning their hyperventilating chests. His grip so strong around her neck, they fucked with everything they had, as if they’d never have this night again. They bit each other’s swollen lips, their drool fell down their chins. Their kisses just as sloppy as the mess they made between their quivering legs. She felt like heaven to Bucky. From her snaky tongue down to her rippling walls sucking him back inside, he couldn’t believe how she was designed just for him. Stuck, he wouldn’t dare shut his watery eyes scaling over her sweet awed face, her fidgety body in the palms of his big hands. She seemed too good to be true.
Maybe this was nothing but a dream, a silly little fantasy he conjured up as he stared out the fancy hotel bar window. But the way her wetness trickled down his veiny flesh felt real. The burn of his scruffy beard against her hot sensitive skin felt utterly divine. He loved the way she kissed him as if she was starved, the way she circled her hips round so every inch of her pussy could feel every dimple of his throbbing cock. As if she had never been fucked before, or it had been too long since she was. But that cannot be, for she was too beautiful not to be worshipped like she deserved. If she was truly his now, he’ll spend every second they’re together entirely devoted to making her so out of her mind happy. It was too soon for forever, but he thought about it more and more the closer he reached his peak.
“Fuck angel…” Bucky tore away with a weightless grunt, nuzzling his nose and cheeks into hers, brows pinched and jaw dropped, mindlessly mumbling, “ride my dick…oh you ride me so well…like this fuckin dick belongs to you and only you…”
He wasn’t the only one playing for keeps. From the moment the fat head of his dick pierced its way through she knew she had to put in the work. His dick felt too right forcing itself deep inside, making itself disrespectfully at home. She’d never been this juicy for her husband. Never. And she took that as a sign that they were destined to meet. She felt out of her body, didn’t recognize the woman tied and whining in his lap, frantically bouncing and rolling her ass round, determined to make him cum so hard and so much he can’t think straight. She wanted to be so damn good Bucky’d go to his grave reminiscing about this night.
“Cuz it does…” she dizzily declared in a broken sob, slightly convulsing from the initial shockwave of her impending orgasm. “Wanna own you just as much as you own me Mr. Barnes…”
Bucky flickered a small flattered smile to himself. “Aww shit baby…you had me the second I saw you…only see you now angel…only girl for me…”
They were clearly biting off more than they could chew, but neither of them cared because what they said was mostly how they felt. Something had switched inside them…this felt real in a big way…
Bucky struggled to catch his breath as he fucked into her harder, chasing the euphoric high coursing through his short circuiting brain. Practically ripping at his knotted tie he tried suppressing his quiet whimpers but they sound so innocent cracking in his strained throat. His moment of fragility sent a pleasurable chill down her spine. She balled her fists, and her eyes crossed as her chest quaked; her pussy squeezed Bucky so fast another needy whine fled his dry mouth.
“Cum with me…” Bucky weakly insisted, “let’s make this real baby—oh fuck!” He fisted the back of her hair with a loud whimper he couldn’t hold any longer. Her pussy clung to dick, which was driving him insane, milking every drop from his clenched balls. “Cum with me so I know you’re really mine.”
She inhaled an explosive gasp with wide eyes, surprised that his needy command carried such power to pull a strong orgasm out of her just like that. “Oh my god! Yes! Yessir Mr. Barnes! Yes—sir! Fuck!”
As she came and came, she uncontrollably growled and moaned, jerking with haggard sighs each time he pumped his hot load back in her palpitating hole. A dreamy grin suddenly appeared as she came down, still barely rocking back and forth on Bucky’s emptying dick. Holy shit, her tingling shoulders sink, that was exactly what she needed. A cute giggle bursted from her happy lips. She was completely numb but in a good way, deliriously high and loose. A weight had been lifted. Feeling so fuckin good, and free, she couldn’t stop giggling.
Bucky pinched a tiny frown with a crooked grin, cupping her cheek as he quietly asked, “what’s so funny?”
She thinned her lips and shook her head, trying to make herself stop but…fuck. She just got rocked by a hot ass stranger. This was a first, and it went down better than she could ever imagine. What are the chances? Who was this fine ass man who just turned her the fuck out? Was she high? Her body was still tingling, and warm, practically melting in his hands. She was trying to get her shit together but she felt crazy. No way this was her life right now. No way.
“Don’t worry about it.” She sputtered, falling into his open arms. She’d tell him when she was ready to explain her why. Resting her cheek on his chest, she still chuckled, imagining her the confusion on her husband’s face when she got home all fucked out. She’ll want to brag, rub her perfect night with a sexy stranger all in his stupid face but that was not the name of the game this time round.
Well, whatever she expected, Bucky seemed to deliver and then some. He’d never seen someone look so dopily happy after sex, not like that. She looked so pretty up in the clouds, and smelled so good on his skin. As she rested, Bucky’s head was spinning. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up with her, that there was an ulterior motive at play. But even though they just met, and hardly knew a thing about each other, he felt oddly bonded to her. Also couldn’t shake the feeling that she was supposed to be here, just like this. Neither of them could comprehend what was happening, and neither of them wanted this night to end.
She’d finally settled down from her hysterics just as Bucky started to pull her back up by her bound wrists. Face to face, they met with skittish grins and hastened breaths, sweetly gazing into each others eyes. He shook his head a bit, licking his lips, dropping a nasty stare up and down her front. There was so much more that he wanted to do with her, and there was no telling how much time he had left. No time like the present.
“Get up.”
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Character: Blaze Silva x Damian Priest
Warning: Language, a lil smut & Angst
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A/N: Blaze has some decisions to make.
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“B, I’m sorry about earlier. It’s been a long day and I haven’t seen you much the past few months. I feel like we’re missing out on so much of each other’s lives.” Quinn spoke as he handed Blaze a glass of her favorite wine. He was making pasta when she walked in. “Yeah, it’s been a pretty crazy few months. And it’s only going to get crazier. I got cleared to get back into the ring today.” She smiled. The lid of the pot clanked loudly in the sink, Quinn running over to scoop her up in his arms. “That’s awesome.” He smiled, placing a kiss on her lips. Her phone rang from her pocket. “Gotta grab this.” She shoved her AirPods in and walked away, it was Demi. “Hey girlie! How’d your evaluation go?” Demi squealed excitedly into the phone. “I’m cleared bitch!” Blaze squealed as she flopped down on a chair in the backyard. “Awesome. We’re gonna have to go after those tag titles once I wrap up this shoot. Is everything else good?” She asked.
“Oh hell yeah! Those belts would look good on us. Let me guess…you’ve talked to Luis?” Blaze said. “I did, he told me that you spent the day together.” Demi laughed. He told her about everything except the kiss. “It was a fun day. He helped me pick candles at IKEA. He totally wants to be besties with my dad.” Blaze laughed. All Luis did the whole call was gush about Blaze and how excited he was to have her get more involved in the ring now that she had been cleared. “Hell, I want to be friends with your dad. And your mum. They’re awesome! He told me that you took him to Tito’s. Blazer…that’s our special spot. I’m hurt.” Demi laughed. “I kissed him.” Blaze texted. Demi gasped and text back “🥹🤭🤐” “Hey, is the Brazilian festival coming up? I’ll have to brush up on my Portuguese.” Demi laughed. They laughed and caught up until Quinn poked his head out to announce that dinner was ready.
Blaze was still pretty full from lunch. “What’s wrong, babe? You’re not eating. You love my chicken carbonara.” Quinn sighed. “I’m sorry, I had a big lunch at Tito’s with dad. And it was his cheat day so we shared a slice of cake. I’ll finish this later. I’m gonna jump in the shower like I had planned on doing before dinner. Thank you for making dinner.” She smiled, kissing his sauce-covered lips. “You’re welcome, Queen.” He laughed, smacking her ass when she stood up. “Don’t start with me Quinn.” She smiled. As much as she wanted to jump in her car and drive to Luis’ house, she couldn’t complicate things further. Luis Martinez and his big Damian Priest energy had Blaze ready to explode. “What’s the female equivalent to blue balls?” Blaze thought to herself as she weighed the pros and cons of having sex with her actual boyfriend, not her work boyfriend.
Blaze grabbed Quinn by his shirt, pulling him up from the table. She crushed her lips to his, her body warm against his. “I want it.” Blaze whimpered desperately. Part of her brain felt guilty, like she was cheating. Quinn picked her up, her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. They had only been intimate twice in the 2 months since she had gotten called up, it was long overdue. He put her down and they both got undressed. His manhood twitched with excitement as she exposed herself to him. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, her delicate folds glistening with her essence as she laid down on the bed. Quinn was about to reap the benefits of something that hadn’t been for him in a while. “The timing isn’t right.” Blaze spoke as she grabbed a condom from the nightstand, he nodded obediently and slid it onto his length. Blaze hated that she wasn’t into it as much as she used to be, she’d always enjoyed their intimacy. But they were both different now. Luckily for her, it didn’t last long, but he kept at it until she climaxed too. “You’re incredible baby.” Quinn moaned as he cuddled up next to Blaze. “Thank you. You did…you did well.” Blaze laughed softly. “Give me 45 minutes and I’ll make up for it.” He growled, his lips kissing her neck.
Blaze rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. By the time she finished her shower, she felt less guilty and Quinn was snoring like a grizzly bear. “Ok, now I’m hungry.” Blaze mumbled as she refilled her plate with pasta and warmed it in the microwave. A few bites in, her phone rang, it was Marika, her best friend from high school. “Are you available for lunch tomorrow? I haven’t seen you or talked to you in a few weeks. I miss you bitch! I have to hear about life on the road!” Marika squeaked. They set up a time for lunch and kept chatting until Benito called. “Tell Beni I said hey and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Marika spoke as they hung up. “So…Luis seems nice. He’s super into you. And you’re into him too!” He teased. “Didn’t I tell you not to start with me big brother? He’s one of my work husbands. The Judgment Day takes care of me. Those were Demi’s orders.” Blaze laughed. “If they really want to take care of you, they need to come stomp out that nigga you live with!” Benito growled. He had been sour on Quinn ever since Blaze lost the baby. Quinn blamed her, Benito didn’t like that.
“I still have love for him, Benito.” Blaze sighed. “I know, but I don’t get it at the same time! He’s all you’ve ever known and that type of loyalty is rare but…he’s no longer deserving of it. Let his mama take care of him. There’s no ring on your finger! Which is something else I don’t understand either.” He grumbled. This was a conversation they’ve had before. Blaze was stubborn to a fault. Now wasn’t the time to tell her brother that she was in the process of leaving Quinn.
The next morning…
“Blaze, is everything ok?” Sheila spoke in a concerned voice as Blaze sat down across from her desk. “Ms. Sheila, things are complicated. I’m thinking about going to my parents for a while. We need some space. But if I don’t come back, it’s better to have my name off the lease. Don’t worry, he’s not abusive. He’s still a good guy and I love him but ever since I lost the baby…some days I hate him.” Blaze spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please don’t cry baby. I understand. I can take your name off. Will he still be able to pay?” the woman asked, handing Blaze some tissues. “Yeah, he pays 100% of the rent.” Blaze sniffled. The woman typed up the proper document and had Blaze sign it. “Now…you know that this isn’t legally binding until he signs it too.” Sheila explained. “I’ll get him to sign it. Send it to me via docusign.” Blaze said. She had known Quinn since junior year of high school and he got himself into the worst predicaments by not reading documents before he signed them. Blaze chatted briefly with her landlord and left before she was late for lunch with Marika. Her phone pinged as she climbed into the car, it was Luis. “Can you talk real quick?” he asked.
“Hey. What’s up?” she spoke as she pulled into traffic. “You ok? You sound…not yourself.” he laughed. “I’ll explain later, but I’m good. Headed to lunch with a friend.” Blaze smiled. “Oh nice. Want me to pick you up tomorrow? And...bring your black boots with the chains, we’re doing a theme.” he laughed. “Will you finally let me braid your hair?!” Blaze squealed. She had been asking him for the longest. “Fuck no! You’re hot but you’re not that hot.” he laughed. “That’s a goddamn lie and you know it!” Blaze laughed, he was silent. He couldn’t argue with her. “I’m dropping the car off at Dad’s shop so he can wrap it while I’m gone. Pick me up from there? I’ll send you the address.” she smiled, sending him the address while she sat at a long red light. “Got it. Text me later…if you want. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” Luis fumbled before hanging up before things got more awkward. That quick convo provided Blaze with a soft blush to her cheeks.
“Girl…tell me all about the main roster! Is Bianca Belair really nice in real life?” Marika asked as she sat down with Blaze for lunch. “She’s on Smackdown, the blue brand. I’m on Raw, the red brand. But we’ve done some work over there and she’s a total sweetheart! She’s a total girls girl.” Blaze laughed. “And how is it with Judgment Day?” Marika asked. “Oh, they’re great. Those are my guys, I’ve been learning so much from them. Like career changing stuff about body recovery and just being in the ring with such a large crowd. I’m so excited to get to work.” Blaze beamed excitedly. “Oh…ok. That’s cool, I guess. You’re really serious about this professional wrestling thing aren’t you?” Marika asked. Blaze could feel the vibe shifting between them, something was off. “Getting your degree is still in your plans though, right? It’s just…we had this plan and then you decided to run off to become a wrestler! I never see you anymore!” Marika sighed. “Rik, why can’t you just be happy for me? I finally have something in my life that I’m super good at. Something that has brought light back into my life. I’ll be done with school next year, I promise.” Blaze sighed. “Between your man and wrestling, I feel like I’m losing my best friend.” Marika mumbled. “Girl, nah. I’m still here. And I’m always down for an escape from Quinn…especially on his bad days. I’m just so tired.” Blaze grumbled. “What’s his name?” Marika laughed. “What’s who’s name?! Ohhh…there’s no one else. You have no idea how frustrating it is when he insists that nothing is wrong with his brain and won’t go to the doctor about it. Typical man shit. The last time he went missing, I was driving all over all night and had his brother call the hospitals and police stations. I cried myself to sleep thinking he was lying somewhere helpless dying.” Blaze spoke, fighting back tears. “Girl, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve helped you look.” Marika smiled.
Blaze had found him that night…at Marika’s house.
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hyukabean · 2 years
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hwang hyunjin as your bf (headcanons)
req – for my youth pastor simp <3 @yejiimg
nana's notes – speed wrote this cause inspo <3 all my other wips are… eh not happy with them yet
warning(s) – does jealousy count??
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how you met .。.:*☆
i feel like you’d meet through lily, hear me out
nmixx is still a rookie group, and the budget is definitely a lot lower than some of the big names under jype
they can’t really afford to always pay staff full time, so they decided to hire a bunch of interns, for much less pay ofc
being a college student though, you don’t mind, and decide to take the job!
being able to speak english with lily would definitely make her feel more at ease when she’s stressed and so on
with time, y’all become besties~
you’ll wait for her after she’s done working, and sooner rather than later, you become a known face
felix invites her out for boba one day, and she takes you with her cause why not?
a few months in, i can also see you getting close to the skz aussie line, even if you don’t constantly hang out (cause jypapi’s got chan in his dungeon-)
hyunjin needed inspo for his new painting, and so felix is, “hey, meet my friend, they’re kinda cool”
and hyunjin’s like?????? no???????????
but ofc he end up saying yes anyways
ngl bby would be hella awkward and shy. but not like the stuttering mess, more like the o-o, i’m watching you
lily would just laugh awkwardly, and continue speaking to you
trying to “ignore” him, you do the same
but then he’s like !! woah. they’re kinda pretty… and look at their shiny eyes… oh and the lines when they smile
jinnie would def start drawing without even noticing.
by the end of it, you all just kind of part ways, not having gotten much closer
he’d ask felix for your number though, and send you the sketch with a lil, ‘sry about last time… but, can i draw u again?’
ofc you’re super flattered and agree *cue felix and lily evil chuckling*
it would take a long time for him to trust, and get close to you, but after your there, you’re in
it would genuinely just be friendship at first, but when your birthday rolls around and he sticks a letter and a painting of you in your hands before leaving?
yeah, you’re definitely in-in now. (that’s what she said-)
pros .。.:*☆
okay, 100% the pet name privileges
he’s not suuuper affectionate with the other members, save for felix, so when he starts doing little things like: calling you princess, feeding you, actually texting you back, no one knows how to respond
hyunjin is definitely a secret hopeless romantic, and so it’s no surprise that he draws inspiration from romantic things, aka, you <3
def has lil sketches of you laying around
constantly takes secret candid pictures of you, and re-drawing them, knowing full well he’ll never be able to encapsulate all of your beauty
free dance lessons. he would offer to teach you anything.
loves seeing you have fun <3 loves seeing you (full stop)
tbh he’d cringe a bit if you’re awkward, but would also lovingly guide you, recounting all the steps for you~
by far the #1 hyunjin bf privilege is getting to back hug him and getting forehead kisses as a thank you
no matter who’s around, how tall you are, how much you weigh, if you’ve got acne or not, none of it matters.
tldr. bby’s a major simp for you <3
last but not least, you get all of his hoodies. it gets to a point where, if you’re not wearing something matching, he straight up just makes you wear his clothes, no questions asked
but don’t you dare tease him about it, he’ll ignore you for a solid 3 hours straight
affection gets it’s own section muahahah
cons .。.:*☆
jealousy. though it’s not allllways a bad thing. it can get pretty rough. essentially, there’s two types:
1) the ‘cute’ jealous
hyunjin’s english is pretty good, but his confidence isn’t always the highest (which it definitely should be wtf-)
so he does get a bit :< seeing you and felix, or lily talk so freely with each other
and though, again, he understands, he can’t always respond
so, whenever he’s put in that situation, he sulks and goes to his room
which in itself isn’t reeeaally an issue, but communication definitely something he needs to work on in a relationship
anyways, you sneak after him one day, and find him studying english using text books:(
ofc you confront him and you’re like ??? why didn’t you ask me:(( and he’s like :(((((( sry bby
2) the ‘not so cute’ jealous
as mature as i think hyunjin is, he’s not always open to talking about what bothers him
this would often lead to petty arguments, empty but hurtful words, or just radio silence.
often the members would try and help, but controlling his jealousy when he sees you with someone else, or doing something, whatever it may be, is something he should fix
and he’s well aware of it.
this wouldn’t be a problem too too often
but once it’s there, it’s there
once you reassure him over and over and over again, and he realizes it’s really his insecurities that fuel this arguments, he’d better himself
getting there takes a while though
affection .。.:*☆
as for affection..:
i think it’s goes one of two ways
either his s/o is also a ‘tsundere’, or they’re super affectionate
if they’re the former, he’d would 100% get along with them
they’d get the feeling of not wanting to be touched 24/7 but not minding it from time to time
though if they’re equally as prideful as his is, you’ll need to compromise on who asks first
overall though 10/10 would love someone similar to him
if they’re suuuper affectionate… they’ll need to tread on eggshells for a while
not because he doesn’t love them, but just because he’s someone who doesn’t feel the need to be touchy all the time
when he’s in that mood, he’s 1000000% going at it, kisses hugs everything
but when he’s not, he needs space (back it up bestie)
again, you’ll need to compromise
either way, you’ve seen him around felix, he wouldn’t ever leave you touch starved;)
habits / miscellaneous .。.:*☆
playing w/ your fingers cause they’re pretty
giving you head pats cause he likes telling you you’ve done well without actually having to say it
would give you a promise ring <3
hyunjin would love having you sleep over
it’s here the affection side of him would come out the most
he’d leech on to you, and just mwahmwahmwah in his sleep
also would watch you sleep if he woke up first (…that sounded a lot less weird in my head-)
over all, 10/10 would recommend to a friend;)
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parenthood part nineteen: rivals
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a/n: happy sunday besties!! i hope you guys enjoy this , i want all the thoughts so please let me know! reblogs are super appreciated! enjoy and sending everyone a hug xoxo (p.s. thank you to @astheskylinefalls for the name suggestion 😉)
warnings: swearing, complicated sibling/family dynamics, verbal arguments, allusions to smut
ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist
     It has to be a dream. 
This is the first thought running through your head as you stand on your deck with a cup of coffee in your hand and slippers on your feet, smiling at the scene in front of you. It is a bright and beautiful Saturday morning, and when you’d awakened this morning with a groan and a refusal to get up, Rafe encouraged you to stay in bed. For once, you’d listened to him and fallen back to sleep.
Now, he stands in the shallow end of the pool with Josie in his arms, cheering Connor on as he shows the two of them his different jumps. You’ve gone unnoticed since you slipped out, and you hope it remains that way. 
The second thought, the one you’re both excited for and dreading, is the arrival of three happening later today. Ever since the birth announcement of Topper and Sarah’s sweet baby girl, everyone has been waiting for them to get permission to fly so they could come home. You feel as if you’re bouncing off the walls with excitement, but also not looking forward to the drama that comes with Sarah coming home. 
“Daddy, watch!” Connor exclaims, taking off and doing his best cannon-ball into the water. 
Rafe and Josie cheer for him as he pops his head back up in the water, grinning with pride when he sees the clapping. 
“That was great, buddy,” Rafe beams, “Right, Jo?”
“Great,” Josie agrees. 
“Can Josie do a jump with me?” Connor asks. 
Immediately, Josie latches onto the idea. She squirms in Rafe’s tight grip as he considers, weighing the pros and cons. You laugh to yourself, because Rafe used to tease you about being too protective over Connor. Now, as you watch him, you know he’s getting a taste of his own medicine as he considers all the ways his baby girl could hurt herself. 
“Please, dada,” she begs, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. 
Rafe sighs and kisses her forehead, then nods, “Okay. But jump to me, okay, princess?”
“Okay,” she agrees. 
Rafe carries Josie to the edge of the pool and lifts her up, letting her stand while she waits for Connor to join her on the side of the deck. He takes her hand once he reaches her, then explains how to do a cannon-ball. 
You watch Rafe grimace with every step Josie takes; her toddler body unbalanced and her head extremely unprotected against the edge of the pool. Only once Josie has jumped in the water beside Connor and Rafe scoops her up do you see his shoulders relax. 
“Did you see, Daddy?” she asks, wiping wet hair from her eyes. 
“That was so good, baby,” Rafe smiles, “I’m so proud of you.”
Josie gives him a grin back, then seems to relax into his chest. Rafe kisses the top of her head as he cradles her while Connor moves over to the basketball hoop that rests near the shallow end of the pool. He fishes the ball from the water and throws up a couple of shots while Rafe watches, taking a seat on the steps of the pool. 
Rafe’s eyes start to wander, and you see the exact moment his eyes catch on your figure. He grins and waves you over, never looking away as you descend from the deck and down to the pool.
“Hey, Mama!” Connor cheers, “Wanna see me shoot the ball all the way from here?”
You smile, clinging to your coffee mug, “Go for it, bub.”
He shoots and hits the rim, then frowns when the ball splashes into the water. 
“Almost there, buddy, keep working on it,” Rafe encourages, then turns to you, “Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” you answer, sitting down on the side and sliding your feet into the water. 
“Coffee still hot for you?”
You smile before you can help it; that even after so long, Rafe still makes the coffee every morning and worries to death that it won’t be hot enough by the time you get to it. 
“Yes,” you nod, “Thank you.”
He lifts his hand out of the water and places it on your bare thigh, where he gives you an encouraging squeeze. Josie sits up from his chest and gives you a wide smile, then holds her arms up to show you her floaties. 
“Mommy, Daddy made me wear these,” she reports, “I can swim, though. I’m a big girl.”
“You are, honey, but you’re not done with your swim lessons yet,” you remind her. 
She frowns, “So, I have to wear them?”
“Yes,” you laugh, “For now.”
“When I’m older like Bubby, can I take them off?”
“You can,” Rafe nods. 
“Okay.”
She caves easily and climbs off of Rafe’s lap, standing up on the stair below you and wrapping her fist around Rafe’s pointer finger. You smile at his refusal to completely let go of her, even when she’s reaching for you. 
“Did you notice the date today?” Rafe asks you softly, adjusting his sunglasses. 
You nod, “Yes.”
“You think she’ll call?”
You know what you really think, but you also know what Rafe wants to hear. 
Today’s the day he’s going to see his sister for the first time since she left town, and as much as Rafe doesn’t want to talk about her, you know she’s on his mind. Even if he won’t admit it. 
“Maybe,” you shrug, “Do you want her to?”
“No,” he says immediately. 
You nod to yourself, then set your coffee mug down beside you. Josie holds her hands out, and silently, you kiss your dry clothes goodbye as you lift her up and onto your lap. She lets go of Rafe’s finger, letting his hand fall into the water. 
At the action, Rafe turns to see what’s going on, then shakes his head at his daughter. 
“Jo, come on, you’re getting Mommy all wet,” Rafe frowns. 
“I wanna sit with her,” she says, snuggling in closer.
You nod over her head that it’s okay, and Rafe relaxes. His hand remains on your thigh, though, squeezing every so often just as his own way of saying he loves you. 
     Rafe is in the middle of getting Josie dressed for the day after her bath when your phone rings. Maddie, again. You pick it up and balance the phone on your shoulder as you press it to your ear. 
“Hello?”
“Hey,” Maddie greets you, sounding well-rested as ever, “I’m grabbing coffees and donuts on the way over, do you want anything else?”
You sigh, “Mads, you have a toddler and a baby. How are you finding the time to have coffee and donuts?”
It doesn’t help that you’re hurrying to find Connor’s white shoes, because he refuses to wear the blue ones and wants to wear the white ones because they’ll match his Uncle Topper.
“Oh, don’t be fooled,” she snorts, “I grabbed the keys when Kelce wasn’t looking and took off. I just needed five minute of quiet.”
You laugh, finding one white shoe under the couch, “Well played. But, no, I think that will do. Everything else in the guest house is pretty taken care of.”
When you turn, you find Rafe at the bottom of the stairs with a fully-dressed Josie. She squirms from his grip and runs off to the playroom while he stares at you, a somber expression on his face. 
“Okay, good,” Maddie continues, “See you in half-an-hour.”
“Okay,” you reply, keeping your gaze fixed on Rafe as you hang up, “What is it?”
He shrugs, “The guest house.”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“It’s just — I built that for us. Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than happy to see Top and my niece living there, but, y’know, I just wish they were doing it as a family.”
You nod in understanding, wasting no time closing the space between the two of you and wrapping your arms around him.
“They are a family, Rafe,” you remind him.
“You know what I mean,” he replies. 
“I do. I love that place, too, but it’s going to serve a great purpose. This is a good thing.”
Slowly, Rafe nods, “I know. Did you find his shoes?”
You hold up only one, making Rafe chuckle. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. 
“Go get dressed. I’ll find the other one,” he promises. 
You look up at him and peck him on the lips, grateful he’s always so willing to step up. 
“Thanks. I won’t be long.”
He nods and taps your ass as you walk away, giving you a smirk when you turn around and shake your head. 
     Two white shoes, a juice box, and a cooler full of beer later, the four of you are off to Ward and Rose’s. Maddie, Kelce, and the kids along with Ward and Rose are all outside when the four of you arrive. Connor and Josie run straight to Noah to play while Maddie holds Julian against her chest. 
Ward and Rose both beam with the proud expressions of fresh grandparents who are anxious to meet the newest addition to the family. Rafe grabs a beer for you, himself, and Kelce, opting for a water for Maddie since she’s breastfeeding Julian and takes every single precaution she reads on the internet seriously. 
As time goes by, you notice how quiet Rafe seems to be compared to his usual self. He loves Saturdays; especially ones with his friends, kids, and wife. But, today, all you notice is the way he calmly laughs at jokes when appropriate, sips on his beer, and never lets go of your leg under the table. 
“Rafe,” you whisper, “You okay?”
He nods once, “Fine.”
“You know lying to your wife is extra bad karma, right?”
The smile tugging on his lips is enough for you to relax. Out of the corner of his eyes, Rafe stares at you, trying his best not to laugh. 
“Sweetheart, everything is fine. I’m completely under control—”
“Aunt Sarah!”
Josie’s squeal draws Rafe out of his place of complete control, and as Sarah rounds the corner to the backyard, snatching Josie up as she runs to her, Rafe’s jaw clenches. 
“Fuck.”
“Relax,” you whisper as everyone stands. 
Topper follows behind Sarah with the baby carrier in hand, looking exhausted but happy as ever. He grins the second he sees you, and before you know it, everyone is surrounding the three of them. 
“Okay, guys,” Topper speaks, setting the baby carrier down and removing his daughter from inside, “I’d like everyone to meet Eleanor Rose Thorton.”
Everyone gasps at her name, but nobody gasps the way Rose does. She immediately bursts into tears and becomes the first out of everyone to hold the new, sweet baby girl.
Topper makes a bee-line for you the second Eleanor is safely with Rose, pulling you into a tight embrace.
“Finally,” you mumble in his ear, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Same here. I have so many questions,” he admits.
You laugh and pull back, assessing his face up close. He has a bit of stubble and his undereyes are much more purple than you’re used to, but you can tell just by his expression that he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“You can ask me anything,” you promise him. 
You’re not at all surprised when Kelce and Rafe snatch Topper away from you, pulling him into greeting embraces and trying to force beer onto him. Maddie steps to you and offers you Julian, who you greedily take from her. 
“Hi, handsome,” you whisper to him, watching him smile. 
“He’s beautiful.”
You and Maddie look up to find Sarah standing before you; sundress on, makeup done, and you envy how amazing she looks after just having had a baby. You offer her a smile and watch as she does the same, then give her a side hug as you remain cradling Julian. 
“It’s good to see you,” Maddie tells her, giving her a hug after you, “You look amazing.”
“You really do,” you add.
She beams, “Thank you both. Could I hold him?”
You and Maddie both nod as you pass Julian to him, and just as your arms grow empty, Rose steps over with Eleanor. 
“Look at her, Y/N,” Rose gushes, tears still in her eyes, “She’s so lovely.”
Even though she’s reluctant, Rose hands Eleanor over to you. The second you see her sweet, brown eyes, a pout forms on your lips. You laugh as you take in her outfit; a mismatched top and pants with blue socks. 
“Your daddy dressed you, didn’t he?” you whisper to her, “Don’t worry. I’m here for you. I won’t let him keep doing this to you.”
You look up in hopes of finding Rafe, to show him his niece, and find him already looking at you. You can’t read his expression, but you do recognize that little shift in his jaw and feel all too aware of the way his tongue wets his lips. 
You wave him over to you, watching as he immediately separates from the boys without a second thought. His beer bottle hangs between his fingers, almost like he’s forgotten he holds it. 
“Okay, sweet Eleanor, I’m your Aunt Y/N, and you have to meet your Uncle Rafe. You’ll have him wrapped around your finger in no time,” you whisper, smiling down at her.
She coos just as Rafe’s hand snakes around your waist, “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”
You look up at him with a furrow in your brows. 
“What are you talking about?”
He scoffs, “Standing over here, holding a baby, looking hot as—”
“Cameron,” you nudge him, teasing, “Come on. Be serious. Don’t you want to meet your niece?”
He looks down at her and smiles, reaching up to scratch her stomach, “Of course I do.”
You silently tell him to set his beer bottle down and then pass Eleanor over to him. Almost immediately, you see what he meant when he came over initially. The smile that spreads across his face as he cradles her makes it too hard to tear your eyes from, and when he starts to rock her, you’re sure you can feel your ovaries crying out to you. 
Rafe looks at you after a minute and snickers, taking in your expression and knowing all too well what’s going through your head. 
“Careful, sweetheart,” he urges, looking back down at Eleanor, “Wouldn’t take much convincing if you asked for one.”
You bite your lip, “Shut up.”
He laughs again, then nods to the group of adults moving toward the table, “Let’s go sit. Will you grab my beer?”
You nod and follow him to the table, where he remains caring for Eleanor. You sit beside Rafe and Topper sits beside you, while Sarah winds up at the opposite side of the table next to Ward. Without saying a word, you note how Rafe glances up at his sister and quickly looks away, clenching his jaw as he does so. 
“Was the flight okay with her?” Rose asks Sarah, who shrugs. 
“Topper pretty much handled everything,” she replies, “He was great. I was so tired, I had to sleep.”
Rafe snorts beside you, but the hand you place on his leg seems to have him bite his lip on any comment that might slip out. What you don’t expect, however, is Topper to come to Sarah’s defense. 
“She’s been up a lot with her, I didn’t mind. She needs her rest.”
Now, it’s your turn to clench your jaw, because over your numerous phone calls with Topper, you know he has been up with the baby, too. Rafe exchanges a glance with you, but you choose to let it go and pat his thigh to tell him. 
“Well, Maddie and Y/N have been working hard to get the guest house ready,” Ward smiles, clearly feeling the tension, “It looks great. And, seriously, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate.”
“Thank you,” Topper smiles, glancing at Sarah, “We’re very grateful for everything you all have done for us.”
You don’t miss the silence from your group, but you do look over and give Topper a smile. Ward and Rose break the silence yet again, asking trivial questions to Sarah about her apartment and her plans for Thanksgiving. 
Rafe leans forward to get Topper’s attention, careful not to move too much as Eleanor seems to be falling asleep in his arms. 
“She’s beautiful, Top,” Rafe whispers. 
“Thanks, man,” Topper grins, “She’s an amazing baby, really. Not a great sleeper, but she eats well and she giggles a lot. Right, Ellie baby?”
His eyes widen when he leans over and realizes she’s drifting off. You laugh as you take in his expression, and Rafe smiles but remains stoic out of fear of waking her. 
“Not a great sleeper, huh?” you tease. 
He shakes his head, “Normally, no.”
You laugh and look at Rafe, who finally seems okay with this entire thing. He smiles back at you, tipping his chin up as if begging for a kiss. Teasing him, you gesture him to lean over, to which he widens his eyes. 
“Baby,” he whispers, “I have the baby.”
You grin and lean over, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He smiles, and for a brief moment, everything feels okay. Getting through the day seems possible. 
You barely even notice Josie wandering over to the table — too busy gushing over Ellie with Rafe — until you both hear her and look up. 
“Aunt Sarah,” she says, tugging on Sarah’s arm to gain her attention, “Are you comin’ home?”
Rafe’s eyes switch between his daughter and his sister, and when Sarah glances at the two of you for help, you know Rafe wants Sarah to handle the question on her own. For a moment, the entire backyard is silent. Then, Sarah swallows and offers Josie a smile. 
“I’m home right now, Jo,” she says slowly, “But, not permanently.”
Josie, who is not happy with that statement, furrows her brows, “Will you be home for my mom’s birthday?”
You already know she won’t be. Everyone at the table is aware of that. Yet, Sarah’s smile doesn’t falter. 
“Yeah, honey, I think so.”
Rafe visibly tenses beside you. Josie smiles and cheers, which breaks your heart. The silence continues, becoming even more deafening as the seconds tick by. 
“Please don’t lie to my daughter,” Rafe says, his voice even and calm. 
Sarah’s eyes meet her brother’s, “Rafe, I—”
“Josie,” you interrupt, earning her attention, “Do you and the boys want to pick some flowers for Ellie?”
She smiles, “Yes. Be right back.”
She takes off toward Connor and Noah, which allows for your complete exhale. Rafe, however, seems far from through. 
“I’m the one that’s going to have to break her heart by telling her you’re not coming,” he continues, “You get to hop on a plane and bail, but the rest of us have to deal with the damage you leave behind, Sarah.”
Ward’s hand goes up, “That’s enough, Rafe.”
“No, let’s let golden boy voice his opinion,” Sarah says, arms crossing over her chest, “God, Rafe, you think just because I’m not following in your footsteps of having the perfect little life on this island, I’m a terrible person. I’m finally making something of myself—”
“While sacrificing your family to get it,” he reminds her, “That’s not a decision that any of us can respect.”
“Really?” Sarah scoffs, “Everyone seems to be adjusting well. Everyone except for you.”
“Alright, how about—” Rose starts, but Rafe interrupts her by firing back. 
“No, Sarah, I don’t fucking respect your choice. You have a child now, and you’re still the most selfish person I know. You know, part of me thought that you’d change your mind when you saw her for the first time, but of course you didn’t. Being a mom is too much work for the great Sarah Cameron.”
Sarah laughs, loud and sarcastically. Kelce stands, looking over to Topper.
“Let’s take the kids inside,” he says quietly.
Topper nods and reaches for Eleanor, ignoring Rafe’s small ‘sorry’ as they switch. Kelce takes Julian from Maddie, then collects the three in the yard and guides them into Ward and Rose’s house. There’s a moment of full silence, and you nod to Maddie to tell her the two of you should go inside, too. The both of you stand and you squeeze Rafe’s shoulder, offering him support and love as you excuse yourself. 
Silently, you and Maddie walk to the back door, and just as you reach for the handle, she stops you.
“What are you doing?” she questions. 
“Going inside,” you say, “Why, what—”
“I want to listen,” she confesses, “Come on, they can’t see us over here.”
Reluctantly, you nod and follow her, figuring it’s better to hear it first hand than make Rafe tell you everything later. 
“Can we not do this, please?” Ward sighs, “Rafe, your sister is only home for a few days, let’s just enjoy this time with her—”
“You’re defending her?” Rafe questions, glaring at his father. 
“You’re attacking me,” Sarah points out, “All because I don’t want to end up like Y/N.”
Your heart sinks in your chest at that comment, but you don’t speak a word out loud. You can feel Maddie’s eyes on you, but you can’t look over at her. Instead, she takes your hand and squeezes it, comforting you more than she knows. 
“What the fuck does that mean?” Rafe practically growls. 
Sarah laughs, “Come on, Rafe. She lives this never-ending cycle of drop-offs and pick-ups and work and brunch at the Club. She’s a housewife and works a job on top of that, all with you breathing down her neck about Josie or Connor. I will not be a Figure Eight Barbie Doll—-”
“That’s enough!” Rafe shouts, and you can tell by the way his chair legs scratch against the pavement that he’s standing, “My wife has been your shoulder to cry on for years. She has cheered you on for every fucking accomplishment, she organized your fucking engagement party — which you didn’t need, turns out — and, throughout all of this bullshit, she’s defended you. Defended your choice to stay in Boston, defended your choice to leave Topper and your fucking daughter. How dare you turn around and disrespect her—”
“I’m not,” Sarah says, “I just don’t want to end up like her. I don’t want to be the mom and the wife. I want to be a person.”
You can practically see Rafe roll his eyes, “Fuck you, Sarah.”
“Come on, now, both of you,” Ward sighs, “That’s enough. Rafe, sit down. Sarah, stop trying to make your brother mad.”
“Dad, I’m not doing it intentionally,” Sarah replies. 
“Really?” Ward fires back, surprising you, “You thought bringing up Y/N in that way would keep him calm?”
You squeeze Maddie’s hand, grateful that Ward defends you even in your absence. You hear Rafe’s chair against the pavement again and guess that he listened to Ward and sat back down. 
“You okay?” Maddie whispers. 
You give her a nod, “Yeah.”
“Alright,” Ward says, his voice loud, “I’ve had it with both of you. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, given both of you are adults — parents — and shouldn’t need me to delegate. How do the two of you want to handle this?”
Silence falls on the deck. You wish you could see Rafe; know exactly what he’s thinking at this moment. He clears his throat, ready to speak, when Sarah stops him. 
“I’ll just go,” she answers, “It’ll give everyone time with Eleanor and Topper. We can both cool down and try to figure something out tomorrow.”
“Rafe?” Ward questions. 
He’s quiet for a moment, “I don’t want you around my family until you figure your shit out. I don’t want you lying to my children and insulting my wife—”
“Y/N is my friend, Rafe,” Sarah defends. 
“She is,” he agrees, “But, you’re not a friend to her. Part of me questions if you ever have been. You and I can try to work something out tomorrow, but you won’t be around my family for a while.”
Ward and Rose are both silent at that. You hear Sarah audibly sigh, and the sound makes you want to roll your eyes. 
“Fine,” she replies, “I guess I’ll go.”
You turn to Maddie, “Let’s go inside. I don’t want Rafe to know we heard all of that.”
She nods and gestures to go around the side of the house, where the two of you round to the front and use that door to slip inside. The two of you find the boys and the kids in the living room, and you smile when Connor hurries to you. 
“You okay, Mama?” he asks. 
You smile, “Yes, handsome, I’m fine. Have you been having fun?”
He nods and launches into a story about a game he played with Noah. You glance over at Topper and find him cradling Eleanor, but looking up hesitantly at you. You shake your head slightly and give him a sad smile, telling him everything he needs to know. He sighs and glances back down at his baby girl, continuing to bounce her and smile. 
The back door opens a few minutes later. Rose walks in, then Ward, and finally, Rafe. He’s holding a freshly opened beer bottle and sporting a glare, but when his eyes find yours, his shoulders fall and his eyes grow heavy. 
You lean over to Connor, who is playing on your phone, “I’ll be right back, bub.”
“Okay,” he answers. 
You stand and walk around the couch, crossing into the kitchen where Rafe is. He swallows roughly when he sees you, clearly thinking you’re going to ask him about what was said. Instead, you pull him in, wrapping your arms around him in comfort. He sets his beer bottle on the counter and takes hold of you, squeezing you tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 
“Stay or go?” you ask him. 
He doesn’t pull back in the slightest. When a response doesn’t come, you don’t push him. He breathes you in and lets his hands travel over your back, touching the skin peeking out from your dress. 
After a minute, he lifts his head just enough to meet your eyes, then smiles. 
“Stay,” he decides, “I want to spend time with my niece.”
You nod, “I like that idea.”
His eyes travel over every square inch of your face, and you let him take all the time he needs. 
“I love you,” he whispers, “Give me a kiss.”
You smile and do as he says, keeping it appropriately short but long enough to please him. When you pull back, you smile at the change you find in his eyes. 
“I love you, too,” you tell him. 
He grins and takes your hand, “C’mon. Let’s go hold Ellie.”
     After dinner and a few hours of gushing over Eleanor, you and Rafe load a sleeping Josie and a tired Connor into your car. Rafe opens your door for you and gives you a kiss once you’re inside, then hurries over to the driver’s side. His hand rests on your leg for the drive, and he doesn’t bother with the radio. 
“So,” he says, stealing a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. 
You laugh, “So, what?”
“You haven’t asked me what happened.”
You purse your lips, unable to lie. You cave and cover his hand with your own, then sit back against your seat and look over at him. 
“Maddie and I hid on the back porch and listened to everything,” you confess quietly. 
You’re not sure what to expect, but when he breaks out into a wide grin, you can’t help but feel relief. 
“Why am I not surprised,” he mutters. 
“I’m sorry, Rafe, it’s just—”
“Sweetheart,” he stops you, his voice soft, “You don’t have to apologize. I never wanted you to leave the table in the first place. I appreciate that you did, but you didn’t have to.”
You nod, squeezing his hand, “It was intense. Are you okay?”
You watch him swallow, thinking back to it all. You’re sure he’s replaying every word, every emotion on a loop in his head. 
“I don’t know,” he finally says, glancing at you again, “Do you think I made the right decision? Telling Sarah she can’t be around our kids?”
You tell him the truth, “I don’t think there’s right or wrong in this situation. You did what you think is best for our family. I’ll always back you up.”
Your words bring more silence, but the gentle squeeze of your thigh tells you what your words mean to him. The rest of the drive home is like that; to the point where you practically fall asleep in the passenger seat. Rafe snickers when you stir as he pulls your car into the garage. 
“Want me to carry you inside, too?” he teases. 
“Yes, please,” you reply, laughing. 
He shuts the car off and leans over, stealing a kiss from you. Your smile only grows, and your eyes flutter shut once again. 
“Let me get the kids in first, and I’ll come back for you.”
You shake your head, “Rafe, I’m kidding.”
“I’m not,” he says, and you detect something in his voice you’ve only heard a few times before, “Let me do this for you. Please.”
Your eyes open and you see him, desperate to perform an act of service for you. Your hand runs over his cheek as you admire him, then give him a smile. 
“Okay,” you practically whisper. 
He beams and kisses you again, then hops out of the car. Connor wakes when Rafe opens the back door, and climbs out with the help of Rafe’s hand. Then, Rafe grabs Josie from her car seat and takes both kids inside. 
You remove your phone from your purse and stare at the blank screen, wondering for a moment if Sarah will ever reach out to you again. Shaking that thought, you type out a text to Topper.
Settling in okay?
His response is quick.
We’re great. E’s down (for now). Sarah’s not picking up. How’s Rafe?
You contemplate how to answer that, given that you hadn’t told Topper what Sarah said outside. You doubt you ever will, given it will not help any part of his situation with her. 
He’s okay. Taking care of the kids. 
You lock your phone and think about the day, then try not thinking about it, instead. Even then, you can still hear Rafe’s words as he defended you with Sarah, and that seems to be all that matters to you. 
You’re pulled out of your thoughts a few minutes later when Rafe pulls open the passenger door, smiling at you before he scoops you up in his arms. You laugh and lock your hands behind his neck as he carries you inside. He tosses you gently onto your bed once you reach your room, then sits down beside you on the mattress. 
“I hope Sarah’s words don’t bother you,” he says, “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
You raise your brow at him, “Yes, she does. But, it’s okay that she doesn’t want what I have. I’m happy, Rafe, and your sister can’t take that from me. From us.”
He grins, “You’re so fucking gracious. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
With a smile and a kiss, he leans you back down onto the mattress, where he wastes no time tucking his fingers underneath your dress straps. He removes it all too easily, and before you know it, he’s giving you every ounce of love he has in him — all saved up for you.
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squirrelno2 · 4 months
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So if anybody's wondering what I've been writing lately. this is what ate my brain. we're not talking about how many hours steam says I've sunk into the video game this snippet is about or how many words I've written about the various ocs I created because of it. we are NOT. Spoilers of the mildest variety for the Sith Inquisitor storyline of SWTOR, and there is a thing in here that just says "cool name" in brackets because it's not at all important and right now i just need to share something of what i've been doing without worrying about making up ancient sith names or whatever. anyway enjoy the archaeological besties vibes
She must have come from a Dark Council meeting; Darth Imperius swept in in a flurry of deep purple robes, her overlarge epaulets threatening to clip a shelf of fragile artifacts before she saw Talos wincing and veered away.
“What is the point of having me in charge of research and history and ancient Sith artifacts if they are going to drag me away every five minutes because some idiot Republic soldier thinks they’ve found a new superweapon? Honestly. Marr can handle this on his own. Or even get that new Sith, Arkous, on it considering it’s his job and the bastard hasn’t even been to one Council meeting. I have work to do.”
She paused, looking at Talos with an expression a little more like a lost child than he’d ever admit.
“I do have work to do, don’t I?”
“I have been studying several possible sites for the lost tomb of [cool name], and have narrowed it down to these three locations – my Lord, are you all right?”
“Fine! Why wouldn’t I be?”
Talos weighed his options. Should he tell her she was swaying slightly? She looked exhausted, but to say that in front of their subordinates would potentially undermine her.
“Perhaps this would be best to discuss in the conference room,” he said. “We can make the projections much bigger in there.”
“Of course,” Darth Imperius said. She narrowed her eyes at him, as though she knew it was a ploy to get her to sit, but they both knew this way she saved face. Talos took another risk.
“May I offer you anything as we go over the project? A drink, perhaps?”
“You’re bordering on obsequious,” she warned him with a petulant roll of her eyes. “But do. You know what I like.”
Talos wasted no time in preparing a mug of what was more sugar than caf, an indulgence his dark lord never admitted to out loud but which was clear enough to all those who’d spent time in close quarters with her. She took the cup from him and cradled it to her chest for a moment, her stiff outer layer of clothing lying discarded on the floor behind her as she slumped in her chair.
“The Dark Council gets progressively more tedious every time I attend,” she grumbled. “Effecting change, my ass.”
Talos coughed to hide a laugh. “My Lord.”
She smiled as she sipped her caf.
“Show me what you’re working on,” she requested, leaning forward to get a better view.
They discussed the prospective dig for a while, weighing the pros and cons of sending teams to all locations versus simply scouting them out. In war, even archaeological digs could be shows of power, and sending Reclamation teams to each site would be one – but did they have the manpower to protect such efforts? And would digs at the two non-tomb sites provide enough to justify it? They were all historically important locations, likely to have much to offer, but that was an academic’s view. Sith Lords had to seek out Sith power, specifically.
“What do you think?” Darth Imperius asked finally.
“The wisest use of our resources –“
“No, Talos,” she cut him off. “What would be best, or most fun, from a historian’s perspective?”
“My Lord,” Talos said. He glanced at the projections again. Three ancient structures, where hundreds of people at some point had likely lived and worked. Yes, a Sith Lord had once taken over one of them and built their tomb underneath it – but all three sites could reveal so much of the past.
“All three?” she said when he looked back at her. She was smirking, but gently.
“It would be an opportunity on a massive scale,” Talos admitted. “Especially given the chance to compare findings across three such similar sites.”
“Well, there you are, then,” Darth Imperius said. She stretched her arms above her head. A few assistant archaeologists passing by the conference room window paused, staring obviously at her frame. Talos sighed as Darth Imperius winked at them, rolling her shoulders back to push her breasts forward.
“My Lord,” he said reproachfully.
“What? They can look,” she said. “Anyone stupid enough to try and get involved with me, it’s better to find out now while they’re still junior.”
“It takes a great deal of time to train them,” Talos said. “Especially to your standards.”
“I’ll play nicely,” she said fondly, relaxing once more and taking another drink of her caf. “I always do. Has Ashara been in today?”
“She and Xalek are working with the new holocron,” Talos said.
“Together? Alone?”
“After the Incident, I took the liberty of installing surveillance and alarms in the holocron room,” he said. That had been unpleasant. Ghostly possession wasn’t anything new, of course, and it was hardly her fault, but Ashara had still felt terribly guilty about the damage to the building. “Should something go wrong, we will be alerted immediately.”
“Lovely,” Darth Imperius said. “I’d say that maybe they’ll come out as friends, but that’s too much to hope for.”
Talos again coughed to hide his laugh. He had one more thing to tell her, but he didn’t want to bring it up. He never did.
“There is one other matter, my Lord,” he said. “The newest shipment of slaves.”
Darth Imperius sat up, her face cold.
“I told them not to send us any more,” she said.
“Unfortunately, it seems there is a legal provision for it,” he said. “It requires a change in the charter. As it stands, I took the liberty of freeing them already, claiming it was on your orders.”
It was an egregious overstep of his power. Anyone would be well within their rights to shock or even kill Talos for it. He knew what Darth Imperius’s reaction would be, yet he tensed anyway.
“I am… most grateful,” she said softly. “Have you arranged anything for them?”
“Those who wished to leave are being given a credit stipend from the stores you set aside for such purposes,” Talos said. He wondered now if Darth Imperius had given him the power to withdraw money from there for just such an occasion. He’d been flummoxed at the time, but then of course it would all be part of her long-term plan. “Many have asked to stay on with your division.”
“Talos –“
“I made no such suggestions,” he said hastily. “But you command loyalty, as always, my Lord. Why should they not choose to follow you of their own free will?”
She laughed softly, shaking her head.
“They will be undereducated in our affairs,” she said. “See to it that they’re given a proper grounding in history and archaeological techniques.”
“I have already drawn up a lesson plan which awaits your approval,” he said.
“Thank you, Talos,” she said softly.
“You are quite welcome, Exchei,” he told her.
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clovermunson · 10 months
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fuck, marry, kill:
steve, billy, eddie
you’re bestie, you’re beloved. but right now? right now, you’re the bastard (affectionate)
after some serious deliberation and some weighing of pros and cons, i’ve finally made my decision. and sincerely, fuck you man. fuck you.
fuck: billy. there’s no way i could pass on that man. i’d want you to check and make sure i’m okay if I said no to fucking billy.
marry: eddie. i don’t even think I need to explain this one to you at this point, because you’ve been a participant in our chats. you know the whorish things i say about this man.
kill: steve. i’m so sorry for this one. i still love him though (…do i at least get to fuck him before killing him though??)
it’s game night, send one of these!
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oc-cinematic-universe · 9 months
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i think far in the future, like a couple years after the story ends, kazooie and amedeo would talk about just getting married for like the benefits n stuff. and kazooie would weigh the pros and cons so carefully cause on one hand the benefits are pretty great and he loves amedeo a lot. on the other hand, doesn't that just make shit weirder? they're not in a romantic relationship (???? are they??? kazooie's 99% sure he's aroace but What If?) and they've managed to dodge having to explain how their relationship can have no labels by just calling each other their roommate, and everyone gets that and doesn't prod any further. but would amedeo feel weird about it? they haven't even talked to Each Other about labeling whatever the hell they got going on. kazooie's not sure amedeo's even processed that other people think their relationship's weird. is even talking about the potential of marriage weird? do they finally need to talk about it in detail? neither of them really care enough to talk about it. but maybe they should? this is just too unclear and confusing and risky :(
meanwhile if asked amedeo would just go YIPPEEEEEEE GETTIN MARRIED TO THE BESTIE and would not think or care about any other consequences
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ominousmotion · 6 months
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Husband/ONS/Bestie: Noah Sebastian, Chris Motionless, Niko Vilhelm 🖤
Ooo this is good shit
Besties with Niko for sure, I gotta go with Chris as a husband and noah well he would be a wonderful one night stand
I was fully weighing pros and cons on wether or not I should pick noah for the husband spot 😂
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bi-bats · 11 months
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for the weirdly specific asks! if youre still open to it. number 10 and number 15 please!
Still open to it!!
10- do you ask for apple or orange juice on a plane?
If I have to have one of the two, I'd go with apple. Personally, I'm a weirdo and I like to get bloody mary mix (no vodka in it, just the tomato juice and seasoning), which is a thing I only enjoy on planes? It just tastes better!
15- rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning
okay this is a morbid answer to a morbid question, but I did a complex analysis of the pros and cons of each whilst weighing in factors such as amount of pain and length of time spent suffering, and I've concluded that drowning is the quickest but burning hurts the most. So, final answer: drowning, then freezing, then burning, in order of best to worst.
Thanks for the ask bestie!!!
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dulcewrites · 11 months
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if you can, can you write more on the dynamic between the siblings (fcc) they are a big family and that warms my heart💓
Ask con: sorry continuing the sibling ask, or write ABOUT the children in general
Dynamic between the kids: Baelor wanted his mom to have a boy at the time she was pregnant with the twins, but he ended up being very happy about his little sisters. He’s very protective over them. Along with his cousin Maelor, he probably spends the most time with saera (bc they share similar interest and hobbies). Alysanne and Saera are not similar outside of their looks but are close. Very much the type twins that finish each other’s sentences lol. Like their parents, the twins dote on Gerald a lot. Gerald’s fav sibling is Baelor. Baelor pretends to be annoyed by his little brother always being around but he looks at that little face, and his heart melts.
Baelor, at the moment we get introduced to the kids in life with you, is going through ~that~ teenage phase. So probably not himself. A bit more distant which upsets his siblings which in turn upsets his parents. The kids portion of life with you is about Aemond and Myrah weighing the pros and cons of having another kid as their other kids get older/start wanting their own freedom.
The dynamic between the siblings and their other family: alysanne and saera spend a good bit of time at Oldtown, especially when their grandmother eventually goes back there. Daeron spends a lot of time with the twins too. Them and Jaehaera are all close (grandma’s favs). You know that meme of the monochromatic house next to the colorful house. That’s emo girl jaehaera next to her cousins. I could see Jaehaera marrying someone from the reach, so that could be another reason why the twins are there a lot. If she marries Jaehaerys (which I go back and forth on. I feel like Helaena and Aegon wouldn’t do that to them knowing how they feel about their situation but who knows), they could be her ladies in waiting. Jaehaerys had a crush on myrah growing up 💀 he felt guilty about it bc Aemond lowkey scared him growing up too. But Baelor looks up to him. Aegon adores Baelor. Maelor and Baelor are besties. Gerald is otto and Helaena’s fav. Amal and Gerald’s fav is… shocker Gerald lmao. Saera reminds myrah a lot of Esme.
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werewroammin · 11 months
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9. Do your sides interact with the Sanders Sides? If so, who gets along with who? Who hates each other?
14. How do you feel about people making fanart or fanfiction of your sides?
16. FREE SPOT FOR ANSWERERS! Ramble about anything you want!
15. How would your sides react in the wedding vs courtroom scenario?
- @transfemlogan
*cracks knuckles* let’s a go
9: i never actually thought about this as a general concept but they do in one specific au i have in mind (it’s where i get transported into the mindscape and over time discover i have sides of my own and it’s a whole thing. i also probably end up making out with my sides but i haven’t gotten that far yet)
i imagine mortimer would get along really well with janus and logan and they’d have debates. ebony and remus would be besties i am certain of this. roman would be constantly comparing himself to arthur since they’re both creativity, and he’d be like “how come you’re a nerd instead of a prince?” “are you also blue’s romance and self esteem?” “do you have a twin brother?” like just so many questions
speaking of questions, and mildly related, my GOD logan would ask so many <3 he’d be especially interested in asking leo how it functions as logic while also functioning as emotions
anyway arthur would get along with roman and they’d go into the imagination together, and he’d probably also get along with janus and logan. the nerdy trio <3
angel would be wary of everyone. she’d keep them kinda at arm’s length, and maybe warm up to logan first because he has a grounding presence
actually ebony would get along with all of them, or at least try to. pup wants to be everyone’s friend <3
trying to think of dynamics. it’s so hard jajddjdj
14: if anyone did that i would hold them so gently <3
16: YO IM IN A POLYCULE WITH ALL MY SIDES AND I AM KISSING THEM ALL ON THE MOUTH <3
angel doesn’t relax a lot but she’s much more relaxed when we’re in the same room. it took her a very long time to say i love you and that’s okay <3
mortimer really thrives on being in control, and often takes the lead in romantic settings. they try to act all suave and smooth in everyday life but during romantic moments they’re a mess <3
arthur is like. the opposite. he acts all jittery and caffeine fueled normally, but when he flirts, he is soooo god damn smooth. he pulls out all the stops too like if he loves you be prepared for acts of service and gifts galore
leo is a puppy <3 it loves cuddles and kisses sm, and it looks for any opportunity to provide. it’s also surprisingly possessive (but not to an extent that’s like… unhealthy. just mildly). if it’s cuddling me, no one else can stand in the way
ebony looooves making me kandi jewelry <3 he wants to get matching tattoos <3 she will take any opportunity to kiss my cheek <3 they wanna take me on a date to legoland <3
15: angel would overthink it and never reach a decision. mortimer would give the pros and cons of each decision but not weigh in with their own opinion. arthur would insist on the callback, and leo would agree. ebony would wanna go to the wedding for the cake
god i love these guys <3
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godlygreta · 2 years
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i need your thots NERDY VIRGIN DANIEL
you have no idea how much i love nerd tropes g... i really do love them
i would make this a whole ass fic if you really wanted bestie
he's jumping out of his skin, room filled with sweaty bodies moving and colliding against each other. you knew why he was there; the mathletes trying to make him get out of his comfort zone since he had lost a bet. so he stood in the corner, red solo cup in his hand and hoping to god that nobody came up to talk to him.
however, he couldn't stop staring at you.
he watched the way you moved to the music, hands in the air while the bass rang through the speakers. your head leaned back onto the shoulder of the girl behind you, the other one in front of you running her hands down your sides. she used your body for stability, dropping down to her knees so her face was level with the zipper of your pants.
you made eye contact with him from across the room, noticing him staring. he looked away frantically, pretending to have been scanning the room. his lips wrapped around the lip of the cup, taking in some of the water he had filled it with. it was a miracle danny even knew the song that was playing.
he jumped slightly when you approached him, distracted with the frat guys playing beer pong in the kitchen. he had turned his head, seeing you there. "h-hi."
"hi, danny." you said sweetly, fingers coming to touch the fabric of his cable-knit sweater.
"you know my name?" he asked, throat becoming dry.
"i do," you giggled slightly. "you're, like, really good at math, right?"
"yeah, you could say that."
"could you tutor me maybe?" you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he was thankful for the music -- masking the loud sound of him swallowing. he licked his lips, weighing the pros and cons in his head.
"i-i can do that." he spoke, nodding his head.
"you're the best, danny," you smiled wide. he swore he could've looked at your smile for days without ever looking away. "you know, i'm gonna need your number so we can set up some sort of schedule. so you can tutor me, of course."
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CS characters and relationships as conversations i've had
s/o to my besties and also my gf for being so damn funny
carulia: *fills up the backyard dot co wordplay screen with "boobs"*
player: bABY. LITTLE. SMALL. carmen: yep i was about the height you are now!
julia: i don't know what i was expecting, reading this straight sex scene, but it was not straight sex
player: caffiene doesn't work on me i am god
chase: remember when i ate an entire can of beef in one night julia: yes. a bad decision
carlotta: haha julia you are banging my daughter
carmen: i may be on the verge of a breakdown but my hair looks fuckin sick
player: *during a game of truth or dare* which animal would you fuck?
ivy: i'm gonna be known as tittygod69 to [shadowsan]
julia: pretty girl is allowed to make fun of me because she's pretty
ivy: throwback to 4th grade when i cut off my eyebrows player: like actually-
zari: hot time
ivy: haha sex julia: haha piss
carmen: oKAY WHO THE FUCK IS NAMING THEIR KID FACEBOOK player: aPPARENTLY SOMEONE
julia: it's annoying that your mom is bitchy because it has completely removed my ability to make any milf jokes and that's not very cash money zari: make them anyway. please.
zack: MY BRAIN COMBINED "SCARY" ND "EXCITING" SO I READ THE GENRE OF STRANGER THINGS AS "EBOY"
julia: *points to big watermelon* this will be the thing to take me out
carmen: julia is lowkey a monsterfucker
julia: when you're reading a rated e oneshot and your vpn disconnects 👁👁
player: new gender unlocked, fork carrier
julia: snail bullying condom
player: if we spray enough sunscreen at the sun it'll go away
julia: apparently, according to straight people, it's romantic to copy and paste the u.s. declaration of independence and the shrek 2 script
chase: haha short julia: *kick* *kick* *kick*
carmen: i'm gonna eat neosporin julia: do NOT carmen: it's spicy
julia, to carmen: what are the pros and cons of taking a shower? julia, to zari: cannot believe i just told my girlfriend to weigh the pros and cons of taking a shower
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cathrrrine · 3 years
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RUN | Pietro x Reader
Originally from my Wattpad
CHAPTER 17 - SPEED DIAL
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"I'm about to do something really stupid." Steve put his hands on his hips and stared at the entrance before him, as if he was still contemplating whether or not it was worth it.
"What is it?" Pietro followed the Captain's gaze, both of them eyeing the doorway. It took him a while to figure it out, but once he connected Steve's nervous stance to his reason to standing in front of the room where Y/N was being held, he felt stupid for not knowing immediately. "Oh. That's very stupid."
"I know."
"You're really going in there?"
"Seems like it."
Pietro wondered if he should explain his own situation with Y/N to Steve, but decided against it. There was enough drama going on for the man, especially when the possible key to unlocking his best friend's whereabouts were just a few feet away. Steve could live without knowing Pietro's dilemma.
"Good luck then." He gave the Captain a brief nod, smirking a little when Steve did nothing in response. Pietro watched as he entered the passcode for the door to open, backing away as Steve began to enter.
———
Just as I thought I would be alone again — and this time more willingly — someone else stepped inside. The familiar muscular figure strode across the room, his boots clacking on the floor as if to announce his arrival.
I sighed and stayed laying down on the bed, not bothering to sit up and give him any sort of greeting. First the speedster, now him? What was he going to do, tell me the values of a great American?
"Jokes on you, I'm not even American." I mumbled to myself in response to my mental rambling.
"Huh?"
I groaned, putting an arm over my eyes to block the light. "What are you doing here, Captain?"
He cleared his throat. I could hear him shifting from one foot to the other in discomfort. Was he...nervous? That was definitely intriguing. What the hell is wrong with these Avengers? They were more complicated than I thought they would be.
"I came here to ask you for something."
I put down the arm I had over my eyes and shifted my weight onto my elbows, propping myself up so I could get a better look at my uninvited visitor. "Another deal?"
"Something like that." His lips stretched out into a thin line, his arms raising from his sides so he could cross them in front of his chest. "It's an offer. If you want it, take it. If you don't-"
"You'll kill me."
The Captain's eyebrows met together furiously, "That wasn't what I was going to say. If you don't want to take my offer, then it's up to Fury to decide what to do with you."
"So...no difference, then. He'll kill me."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to." I shrugged. I swung my legs over the bed and stood up so I was exactly across him. "So, what's this life-changing opportunity you've got in store?"
His shoulders immediately sagged, telling me how much he dreaded what he was going to say. I stood in anticipation, slowly taking small steps forward.
"You knew him." Steve blinked. "You knew Bucky."
"Who?"
"James." He sighed again, like the weight of the world was sitting on his windpipe. "Or...the Winter Sold-"
"Stop right there." I put a hand up, my palm facing the son of a bitch. "If I hear that name one more time, I'll rip your organs out through your mouth and shove them back in through your ass."
I hated how he said his name, his actual name, with such fondness and nonchalance like he was anything more than a torture machine who made my life a living hell. Steve tilted his head, stretching his neck. I could see the muscles of his jaw flexing even from where I was standing. It was almost impossible how his teeth were still intact to this day, with all that tension in his jaw and the stress-grinding.
"I just need you to help me track him down."
I couldn't help but chuckle. Hell, laugh even. That finally broke the dam that I tried to hold up and all hell was breaking loose right this moment. Steve Rogers, everybody! The world's greatest comedian! Round of applause!
"Track him down? You think I have his phone number on speed dial? What do you want me to do? Call him up and say, 'Hey, bestie! What's up? Wanna go shopping for knives? Maybe kill some people on the way? Oh, how about we get some ice cream and reminisce the time when you tried to kill me but I ran away and I've been running ever since? Good times!' HA!"
"I'm not asking you to make friendship bracelets, I'm just asking for information that only you could possibly know."
"Are you crazy, Rogers?" I yelled so loudly that my breath fogged up the glass I was basically pressed up upon. "You'll never track him down. He's under Hydra's thumb 24/7. Even if we do manage to get to him, what do you think will happen? You're the face of the enemy. He'll kill you on the spot. He's not your best friend anymore, Rogers. He's a weapon bound to blow up in your face."
"Wait, what?" He uncrossed his arms and replaced them on his hips. He pointed to me, "Why do you think Hydra's still watching him?"
"I said don't make me say his name again-"
"No, no- you think he's-" he cut off abruptly. "You don't know, do you?"
The hand he had been using to point at me moved towards his face to stroke his chin. "The Winter Soldier escaped Hydra not too long ago, when S.H.I.E.L.D was compromised."
What? I felt my body go numb. It was like the world was caving in on me, trying to crush my body with it's cruel, cruel walls. How did I not know that? "What? No. You're lying."
He shook his head, "That's why I want you to help me track him down. I can't leave him alone out there."
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. Hearing Steve talk about him like he was referring to a friend, humanising him...felt so wrong and disgusting that it left a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted to throw up.
"No."
I walked away from the front of the cell and turned my back to him, wanting nothing more to do with the conversation. Everything I thought was true turned out to be a rotting corpse of a lie. There was nothing else to revive, not even the remains of hell that I blew away a lifetime ago. There was no phoenix that would suddenly rise. Just cold, painful and numbing reality, hitting me in the face.
I should be glad, right? The knowledge that he was no longer who he used to be should be enough to send me dancing for joy and painting the town or whatever it is that happy, liberated people do. But instead I was scared. He was out there, blending in with civilians as if he wasn't a total monster. I was confused too—the sole reason I'd handed myself over to S.H.I.E.L.D was because I was running from him.
Then, the gears of my brain suddenly hit the brakes.
"You're lying." I said, with my back still turned to the glass. "He's not out there. He's still with them. I heard him, the day Hydra raided this place!"
"I thought you might bring that up. I'm not lying, Y/N."
Something told me I should turn around, and so I did. He was taking something out of his pocket. A small, metallic black, oval device that resembled an earpiece, with a wire attached to it. At the end of the wire was a tiny cube. "We found this on one of the Hydra agents' bodies, it was attached to his ear and his neck. We examined it immediately."
He held the thing up for me to see, the cube dangling from the wire. "Advanced technology."
He didn't need to say the words. I already knew what was coming.
"A voice modifier."
I chewed the inside of my cheek to keep myself from doing something stupid–the range was vast–and took a deep breath. Today was a day of revelations, it seemed. This cell is a feelings brothel.
"They knew, didn't they?" I scoffed, smirking despite my own conscience. "They wanted me to be scared."
Steve shoved the horror device back into his pocket, nodding once and staying silent, a gesture for me to continue. I dared myself to meet his eyes.
"This doesn't change anything." I heard myself saying. "I'm not helping you find him either way."
He sighed, shaking his head as if in disbelief. "I thought you might say that."
I didn't know what to say. But then suddenly, I heard the sound of a click and felt a sudden rush of air behind me. I whipped my head around to see the door hanging slightly ajar.
"Advanced technology."
Life was getting stranger by the second for me. I was just starting to figure out all the ways I could escape seamlessly, but then he stopped me.
"I'm not done yet." What now? "You can get out of here, on one condition. You help me find him. Then you're free to go wherever you want to go after."
Deals after deals after deals. My life was a joke. Everything I do involves a gamble.
"That's it?"
"Listen here, Y/N." The Captain's voice dropped an octave, a threat waiting to ignite. "I'm doing this on my own accord. If you help me, I'll be more than glad to return the favour, but only if you swear not to show up on anyone's radar for at least a year or they'll find you. Do this and you can forget about everything. I'm offering you a clean slate."
It was the negotiation of the century. But I sensed there was more. "And?"
"And, if you so much as step a foot out of line, I won't be the law abiding Captain you know me to be, kid."
I smirked. "Huh. I like you more like this, Cap. Suits you."
"So, what's it gonna be?"
I let the thought of it marinate for a while, weighing all the pros and cons. Pros? I get to get out of here and forget about ever 'pledging my loyalty' to this freak show. Cons? I had to actively and consciously search for the man whom I'd been running from forever.
"Deal. But I have one condition."
He raised an eyebrow lazily, as if surprised but also not at the same time. I was becoming way too predictable for these people. "What would that be?"
I couldn't go alone, not with just the walking flag, and I still had some unanswered questions to deal with. Plus, truth be told, I had a feeling he was the only person I could truly trust, especially on a rogue mission.
"Pietro has to come along."
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