#left if they don't tell front desk and if front desk doesn't update it in the system

[midnightcarp]

cursing hotel guests that just walk out without checking out

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 28-Gynecologist!Miguel x Nervous!Reader (Teasing/Fingering)

*Requested by reader ;) Also, early update due to working both jobs tmw*

        It was that time of year again for you. It was always a nerve racking experience since you always worried about anything being wrong with you. After a long shower, you changed into a fresh pair of clothing, ready for your appointment. The fear of you smelling or sweating or anything for that matter made you nervous. It was just a regular checkup. Nothing changed from last year, so there was going to be nothing wrong.

        Besides, your friend, Lyla, worked at the gynecologist as an assistant. She always helped you calm down. Lyla even tried to set you up with one of her friends. A handsome man named, Miguel O'Hara. You had dated him a few times and found him very attractive. If only you weren't so timid. During those dates you barely uttered a word, just a small squeak here or there. You were honestly surprised that he even asked you out a few more times. 

        You were starting to get comfortable with him. Perhaps on your next date you could ask him about his job and his likes. Miguel was so kind. He was defiantly your type. You even thought about him at night. Gasping lowly, you slapped your cheeks. Now was not a good time to think about Miguel. It would be embarrassing to be wet for your checkup.

"(Y/n)~ Come on in!" Lyla chirped, motioning you inside.

        You took your regularly deep breathes, slowly following Lyla's lead. You friend gave you a quick hug before leading you into a private room. Lyla hummed as she closed the door and asked the routine questions.

"Alright, and did the front desk girl tell you about the new gyno? I hope so,"

"S-She did. I was okay with it being...a male," You whispered, trying to hide your stutter. Lyla just curled her lips into a smile,

"Don't worry, (Y/n)! You'll be perfectly fine! Anyway, how's it going with Miguel?" She asked, changing the topic. Your eyes lit up,

"T-Thank you again for giving me his n-number! He...He is really kind...and sweet. He doesn't r-rush me when I try...try to talk to him," You explained, "He doesn't mind me texting him....instead."

"I told you he was a good one!" Lyla grinned from ear to ear, "He likes you a lot too~"

"H-He does?!"

        Lyla chuckled at your flustered expression. Upon hearing a knock at the door, Lyla hummed as she got you ready. You were getting nervous again. She helped you relax before opening the door.

"Hello, Miss-(Y/n)??" Miguel paused as he stared at you. You squeaked in response before turning to Lyla.

"Oh, totally forgot to mention that Miguel is your new doctor~" She said with a wide grin, "Now I know I'm supposed to stay in here with you both, buuuuuut you guys know each other~ Bye!"

        Just like that, Lyla left both you and Miguel alone. Your face was a million shades of red as you tried to fit your gown, recalling that you were naked in front of the man you were dating. Miguel cleared his throat as he took a seat by the computer. He glanced over your files before turning towards you.

"This must be awkward," He started and read your body language, "Would you like your phone to text me?"

        You nodded violently in response. Miguel resisted a chuckle and went to your pile of clothes on the separate chair and looked for your phone. He glanced at your panties, restraining himself. He gave you the phone and grabbed his, waiting for your response. A smile on his face as he watched you. You were so cute. Someone worth his time. Someone worth his love. Miguel would do anything to keep you happy and relaxed.

'Did you know I was going to be your patient?' You texted him. Miguel glanced at the message,

"No, I just started here two days ago. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I can get another doctor." He replied. You hesitated before typing,

'No, it's okay. I was just surprised. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.'

"Not at all," Miguel chuckled lowly and stood from his seat, "Just let me know when you want me to start. I'll take as much time as you need."

        Your eyes soften as you looked at Miguel. You remembered when you first met him. He was so tall and seemed so threatening. Putting your phone to the side, you played with your fingers as you took a deep breathe. You looked into Miguel's eyes and gave him a nod, allowing him to start.

        Miguel was slow and gentle. He asked you to raise your right arm before moving your gown. He watched your facial expressions, making sure that everything was okay. You whimpered quietly as his large hand took ahold of your breast, gently massaging it to check for any lumps. Normally, you would just tremble as the doctor checked you, but this was different. This was Miguel touching you. Something you only dreamed of. Not only was he making you shake from nervousness, but also giving you those dirty thoughts.

"All good on this side, now for the other." Miguel's hand gently trailed your back as he repeated the process on your other breast, "You're shaking, are you okay?"

"Y-Yes," You whispered lowly.

        You inhaled deeply as you tried not to focus on Miguel touching you. He was just doing his job. So what if his large hands felt good as they massaged your breasts. So what if he was more gentle with you than your previous doctors. So what if he smelled amazing? You were here for a check up, not to fantasize on him railing you. It wasn't like you were up for such a task anyway.

"Alright, you're all good there, no lumps. Now for the main part, just let me know when you're ready by propping your legs up for me, okay?" Miguel told you, rubbing your shoulder.

        God, he was so fine. You gave him a nod, watching as he got his gloves and tool ready. Now this, you were embarrassed about. You always hated this part. You could feel your heart about to leap out of your chest. Miguel was about to look at your pussy. You haven't even kissed the man yet and you were about to skip a bunch of steps. It was hard to think about his job now. All you could focus on was Miguel examining your wet pussy.

"U-Um," You gulped, reaching for your phone. Miguel handed it to you,

"Want some water?" He offered.

'No, I'm just...please be gentle with me. I know this is your job, but I can't help but feel even more nervous since we're dating.' You texted him. Miguel looked at his phone and chuckled lowly,

"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" He said, switching his glove, "I won't judge. How could I?" He gave you that sweet smile you loved.

        Nodding once more as he stole your breathe away, you got ready. You placed your feet in the little prompt set up they have and spread your legs. A shiver ran up your spine as the cold air hit your pussy. Miguel tighten his gloves and sat on his chair, rolling towards you. You bit your lower lip as he sat directly in front of your cunt, spreading your legs out even more. This was just a check up. Just a check up and nothing more.

        Miguel withheld a groan as he noticed your cunt already wet. Despite your nervousness, it seemed like you were practically excited for him to be looking at you, to be touching you. This was turning him on. Normally, Miguel would get these over with since every other girl would not hesitate to spread their legs for him. Miguel was loving this change of pace. He was loving everything you did. Miguel wanted to hear your voice. A voice only for his ears.

"Alright, let me know if anything feels uncomfortable. I'm just going to feel around for anything, okay?"

"O-Okay," You stuttered.

        Miguel had to bite his cheek. He proceeded to enter a finger inside you, with holding a groan at how tight you were. So wet and so tight, just for him. As he felt around your velvet walls for anything strange, Miguel could not help but hear a quiet whimper coming from you. He glanced at your expression, watching as you closed your eyes and biting your lower lip. God, Miguel was going to lose his patience with you. He knew that you were only like this because it was him. Lyla had told him about how difficult it was for other doctors to even touch your breasts. The fact that you were letting him do this was just so tempting.

"How are you doing?" Miguel asked. You gasped lowly as he pressed his finger up,

"F-Fine," You said, shaking from his touch.

        Miguel's finger was just exploring your insides for anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't like he was actually fingering you. However, his finger was so thick and it was making you hot. You tried to think of something else, but the idea of Miguel doing more was turning you on. You whimpered lowly as you felt yourself clench against his finger. Why did these thoughts have to come now? Miguel was just doing his job and here you were getting horny.

"I'm going to insert the tool now. It will feel uncomfortable for only a second, okay?" He told you.

        You just nodded in response and followed his orders. Once he finished with the tool, Miguel approached you. He was so close. Miguel took his gloves off, bringing his hand to your cheek,

"You did so good for me. Are you okay?" He asked you. 

"Y-Yes," You told him and rubbed your legs slightly, "U-Um...S-Sorry...But...I..."

        Miguel raised a brow and read your body language. Your perky nipples and the juices that were streaming down your cunt were just all so tempting. He glanced into your eyes that screamed, 'fuck me'. Knowing that he couldn't or he would lose his job, Miguel inhaled deeply. He leaned down to peck your lips,

"Can I just say, that you are so goddamn tempting?" He whispered, enjoying your expressions, "I know what you want, and I can't give it to you here...But I can help release that tension."

"P-Please?" You nearly squeaked.

        Miguel nearly cussed. He returned to his chair, sitting directly in front of your poor, lonely cunt. He leaned forward and blew against it, watching you twitch. A smile formed against his lips as he entered two fingers this time. He stood up and pumped his fingers inside you, watching your face contort in pleasure. You were so tight for him. So needy. 

"I want to hear your voice later tonight, could you do that for me?" Miguel whispered in your ear as his fingers pumped into you.

"Hah...hah....Y-Yes....I can," You whimpered a soft moan, raising your hips slightly. 

        Miguel hummed happily and curled his fingers right at your sweet spot. Your body arched as you grinded your hips against his hand. Miguel quickly swallowed your moans with a kiss, not wanting anyone to hear you. As much as he wanted to hear those sweet moans, he knew that if he did, he would fuck you right here and now. Feeling your pussy tighten against his fingers, Miguel curled his fingers again. You held onto him as you reached your orgasm.

"That's it. That's my good girl," Miguel whispered, removing his fingers and licking them, "Taste so sweet. I'll have to reward you later,"

"M-Mig," You whispered, panting softly as you sat up. You reached for you phone, 'Want to come over to my place after work?' You texted him. Miguel glanced at his phone,

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He leaned down to kiss you again, "Get dressed. I'll see you later."

        You smiled softly as Miguel left. Quickly putting your clothes back on, you noticed that your panties were missing. Your face turned a million shades of red, knowing that Miguel must have swiped them. You whined softly before grabbing your phone.

'Please bring my panties back!'

'Sure, when I see you tonight.'

[bingbongsupremacy]

Time Flies Pt. 2

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warning: Y/N use, swearing, rejection, ghosting

Summary: It's been 3 years since Eddie left Hawkins to attain his dream of stardom. During that time, your relationship ended. What happens when Eddie returns after Wayne gets hurt?

*Not Proof Read*

Pt. 1

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I was in the middle of my late-night shift at Sam's Diner when I got the call. On his way home from his shift, Wayne had crashed into the back of a semi truck after accidentally falling asleep behind the wheel.

I have been trying to tell him to take better care of himself. Every other week, Wayne and I have dinner together and catch up. A few weeks ago he got switched to nightcrew, a shift time he hasn't worked in years. He was having a hard time switching his sleeping schedule.

I asked him if he'd ever consider retiring. He's at an age where he doesn't need to work anymore. Of course, he said no.

Wayne's always been a stubborn one.

I rush into the emergency section of the hospital, passing the nearly empty seating area.

"Hello, how can I help you?" An older woman asks as I arrive at the desk.

"I'm one of the emergency contacts for Wayne Munson. About 20 minutes ago I got a call saying he's been in an accident. I'm here to see him." My fingers nervously tap against the cool sand colored counter top.

I hope he's okay. They mentioned something about a surgery but not much else.

The woman flips through a clipboard of information. She scribbles something one of the open lines after asking my name. "We'll take you back in just a minute. For now, why don't you go have a seat and a doctor will be out as soon as Mr. Munson is out of surgery."

I thank the woman and make my way back to the seating area. Rows of chairs line the wall with small brown tables covered in magazines littered in between every few. The chairs are covered with a grainy looking light blue cloth. In the far corner of the room rests a TV which is sitting on a stand. The soft buzz of a random late night television show fills my ears as I take a seat near it.

As soon as I sit down in my chair I feel exhaustion ache in my bones. I had been so busy trying to get over here that I completely forgot how tired I am. The 10 hour shift is really taking a toll.

Cold air nips at my exposed legs. I try to pull the hem of my work skirt further down my legs to protect me from the chilly room. It doesn't work.

I lean my head back against the wall. My eyes wander towards the TV, trying to distract my brain from my worries and exhaustion.

A few hours pass with little to no updates. The room stays relatively quiet and undisturbed. Every once in a while a nurse leaving or coming in for a shift will pass through the doors, but other than that, no one new enters the emergency room.

It's around 12 when I hear the emergency room entrance doors open. I don't bother pulling my eyes away from the TV as a hurried person rushes past me in the seating area.

The person makes it to the front desk and starts to talk to the nurse behind it. "My uncle got into a crash a few hours ago. I need to see him."

My heavy eyes snap open wide at the sound of the familiar voice. His voice is slightly more raspy than before but there's no mistaking who it is.

My stomach sinks as my suspicious are confirmed. I look over to the owner of the voice and take in the image in front of me.

Eddie's back is to me. His dark frizzy curls at tied back into a low messy bun at the nape of his neck. His back is covered by a black leather jacket. The logo for Corrodded Coffin is finely pasted in the middle. Black ripped skinny jeans stretch down his thighs and legs, stopping before his worn black converses. The waiting room lights reflect off of the detailed rings wrapped around his fingers. They gently clink against the counter top as he rests his hands on it.

It's Eddie alright.

I shouldn't be surprised, Wayne is his uncle. Of course Eddie would be here to see him.

How did he get here so fast?

The nurse's words fall deaf on my ears as I continue to stare at Eddie in shock. I assume she's telling him everything she told me.

This feels so surreal. It's been almost five years now since the last time I saw him.

Part of me is pissed. I want to get up and confront him. I want to ask why he never told me about his girlfriend wanting us to stop talking. I want to know why he didn't just end things between us himself. I want to know why he would treat me like his best friend for years when in the end, the relationship obviously meant nothing to him.

The other part misses him.

I don't know how this is going to play out. Will he ignore me and continue pretending I never existed? Will he try to strike up some awkward conversation?

What should I do? Do I say hi? Does he remember me? A lot has changed over the past few years. I definitely don't look the same as before.

I'm also embarrassed. He's made it big. He's successful and doing what he loves. Meanwhile, I'm still working a shitty job for shitty pay in the same town we grew up in.

I pull my eyes away from Eddie and try to settle my nerves. I could just get up and leave. He hasn't seen me yet. I could avoid the whole situation and just come back when he's not here.

Stop. This isn't about me it's definitely not about the past. This is about Wayne. He needs support and that support happens to be me and Eddie. My shit with Eddie can wait until Wayne is okay.

I didn't realize Eddie's conversation with the nurse had ended until he spoke out from beside me.

"Y/N?"

"Eddie." My eyes rise to meet Eddie's gaze.

Strands of loose curls frame his once clean-shaven face, which is now covered in facial hair. His once boyish looks have evolved into those of a grown man. His brows are furrowed in confusion as he takes me in.

I feel the crush I've worked so hard to push aside and get rid of begin to bubble in my stomach. I do my best to ignore it, trying to focus on Wayne and the issue at hand.

"What are you doing here?" He asks while taking a seat on a chair across from me.

"I'm Wayne's emergency contact." I reply, my posture stiffening. "A nurse called me when he was brought in. How...How did you get here so fast? Don't you live in like LA or something?" I ask, very confused how he could've gotten here in less than 3 hours.

"The boys and I were in Indy for a meeting with our label yesterday. I was in my hotel when my assistant told me what happened." Eddie explains with a sigh. He slouches and buries his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees. "I got here as soon as I could."

As much as I want to stop talking to him and leave him in silence, the way he left me, I can't help but feel bad. He's always loved his uncle, and that's undoubtedly not changed. Wayne's been the only consistent parental figure throughout Eddie's life. I can't imagine how he feels.

"I'm sorry about your uncle, Eddie. He's a strong guy. He'll be okay." I try to reassure the man.

Eddie nods, lifting his head from his hands. "I hope so."

I send him a tight smile in an effort to comfort him.

"Thank you for being here for him and keeping him company. I appreciate it." Eddie's eyes are sincere. "He's told me all you've done for him, and...it means a lot."

I nod. "Of course. I like spending time with Wayne. He means a lot to me."

We silently sit across from each other, the buzz of the tv being the only sound. We both avoid each others gaze, neither of us sure what to say.

It's not that I don't want to say something to him. I just don't know where to start.

"You work at Sam's?" Eddie breaks the silence.

I shift slightly in my seat to try to relieve some of the discomfort from sitting for so long. "Yeah, I do. I'm a waitress."

Eddie nods. "How long have you been working there?"

I shrug. "Like 3 years."

"Do you like it there?"

"You don't have to do that." I sigh while rubbing my temples. The gesture slightly relieves the tension building in my head.

"What?" Eddie asks confused.

This ignites a flicker of anger in my chest. How dare he act stupid, like he hasn't done anything wrong.

"Pretend you give a shit, Eddie. We don't have to sit here and talk. We're both here for Wayne. We can be here for Wayne without needing to talk to each other." I try to keep my tone calm.

"I do give a shit, look there's a lot I have to explain-"Eddie begins. I don't let him finish.

"You sure have a funny way of showing it." I let out a humorless laugh. "Usually, when people care about other people, they don't completely drop them without notice. They'd have the decency to call and end things the right way, or I don't know...maybe just keep talking to them?" I frown at the man. "I thought I was your 'bestfriend' Eddie. You sure had a funny way of showing it."

Eddie's brows furrowed. "What the fuck are you talking about? Yeah, there was a while where I wasn't able to call a ton or really write anything, but I still tried to send something. It wasn't just a you thing. I barely had time to call Wayne, but I tried to fix that when things started to die down, and I tried calling you again. You never picked up." He sits up and leans closer to me. His hands animate the things he's saying, a habit he's had ever since we were children. "I also wrote hundreds of letters. You never responded to any of them. You're mad at me for not reaching out? I tried for years. Eventually, I stopped because I thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore."

I scoff and fold my arms, pulling my gaze away from the man and back towards the tv. I can't believe he'd try to lie. "Yeah, sure. Funny thing about those letters...I never got any of them. You don't need to lie. It's just making things worse."

Eddie shakes his head. "I'm not lying-"

At the same time, a doctor steps into the waiting room. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." The man says. "Mr. Munson is out of surgery."

My anger towards Eddie simmers down as I turn my full attention to the doctor. "Thank God." I let out a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Eddie asks. "How bad is it?"

The doctor looks down at the clip board in his hands. "Mr. Munson is doing well. He's stable. right now he's just resting. We're going to keep him here for a few days under observation. We want to make sure his wounds are healing properly before sending him home." The man informs. "He has a broken arm and he was cut pretty badly from the crash. He also has a broken leg and a concussion. He is going to need physical therapy but he's alright. He's a very lucky man."

My heart aches at the sound of Wayne's injuries. He made it though. I knew he would.

"He's sleeping right now but I'll take you back to see him if you'd like." The doctor offers.

"Yes."

"Yes please."

Eddie and I reply at the same time.

The doctor nods and we both stand up. Eddie and I silently follow the doctor through the hospital halls as he leads us to Wayne's room. Once we make it to the room, the doctor opens the door to reveal Wayne.

Just like the doctor said, Wayne is sleeping. His arm is covered by a white cast. His leg, covered in a similar cast, is elevated by a machine. Wayne's face is littered with small cuts and gashes. A blackening bruise rests under his left eye. On that same side, his face is puffy and full of angry bruises. His chest is covered by a hospital gown. Tubes are connected to him in various places, leading to different machines and an IV stand.

I stand still from shock at the sight of the man. "Oh Wayne." I whisper, horrified at the sight ahead of me.

The doctor excuses himself from us, telling us to let a nurse know if we need anything.

Eddie steps further into the room until he reaches the side of Wayne's bed. "I'm here, Uncle Wayne. I'm sorry I haven't been able to come sooner." He mutters to the older man. Eddie pulls chair to the side of his uncle's bed before taking a seat.

I finally managed to make myself walk in further. "I should've pushed him harder to retire." I say, guilt eating away at me. If I had kept pushing, maybe he would've listened.

Eddie shakes his head. He gently reaches for his uncle's uninjured arm to hold his hand. "You know how he is. He still wouldn't have listened. I've been trying to get him to retire for years now. I told him he didn't need to worry about bills. I've got him covered. Fuck, I told him I could buy him a house if he wanted or a new trailer. Move him to a nice retirement community near LA with a golf course. He didn't want any of it."

"He's definitely stubborn." I take a seat on an extra chair in the room.

For a moment our fight is forgotten about. All that we're focused on is Wayne.

"Oh yeah." Eddie agrees. " I've been trying to get him to quit smoking for years. He's still smoking a pack a day." Eddie chuckles slightly, probably remembering a conversation with his uncle.

I smile softly. "That sounds like him. I've been trying to get him to quit too."

"It's a hard one to break from. It took me lots of attempts to finally stop." Eddie releases his uncle's hand.

"You don't smoke anymore? " I ask, slightly surprised. He started smoking cigarettes and weed as soon as we got into high school, a habit I thought he was going to keep forever.

"Nah." Eddie shakes his head. "Jenny didn't like the smell of smoke. Gave me an ultimatum, and I chose to quit. Plus, there are all those studies coming out about what smoking does to your lungs."

Jenny? That has to be his girlfriend.

"Good on you."

"Thanks." Eddie turns his gaze back to me. He's silent for a moment as he thinks. "Look, I know there's a lot of stuff that's gone on between us, but I think we need to talk about it. I don't want to make things awkward for Wayne when he wakes up."

I mean, I know he's right. Wayne is going to need peace. He's also going to need all the support he can get. The only way we can work past this is if we talk about it.

"Fine." I let out a tired sigh. "For Wayne."

"For Wayne." Eddie agrees.

Curiosity bites at the back of my mind as I run through the argument from before. Did he really send letters? If he did, why didn't I ever get any of them?

"I think there's been some miscommunication somewhere along the line. I don't know what happened but I think together we can figure it out." Eddie begins. "Do you want to go first? Tell me what happened from your point of view? And then I'll tell you what happened with me?"

The anger in me has died down. I just want to get through this.

"You left and just stopped calling or writing and you never explained why. I found out from one of the boys that your girlfriend didn't like you talking to other girls and I figured that was why you stopped reaching out. It just hurt that you wouldn't tell me yourself that first of all, you had a girlfriend and second of all, that she doesn't feel comfortable with you talking to me. As much as it would've hurt, I would've understood. Your relationship with her comes first." I explain. My heart aches from the memories that resurface as I speak. Memories of waiting by the phone for Eddie to call or checking the mail for a new card or letter.

Eddie nods. " Yeah I should've told you about Jenny. At the time, I thought I was sparing your feelings. I mean, I know what it's like to find out the person you like is dating someone else. I didn't want to break your heart even more. I see now that it was a shady thing to do and just weird." He continues. "However, I did try to call whenever I could and I swear that I sent letters. I just never heard back."

"I seriously didn't get anything." I scan his eyes for any sign of lying. He seems genuine. " Around the second year of you leaving everything from you completely stopped. And I tried writing you too a few times. I thought you were ignoring me."

Eddie's face twists in confusion. "I promise I sent you letters. I even started sending them to your new address-"

"My new address?" It's my turn to be confused. "Eddie, I never moved. I still live in the same house as before."

"What? Jenny said you called to let her know you moved across town. I started sending everything to your new address. She also gave me your new number." Eddie pulls out a his wallet from his pocket. He slips out a small folded paper. He gets up and brings it to me. On the paper are the names of different people, their numbers and addresses. His bandmates are listed among the names along with Wayne's. My eyes find my towards the bottom of the page. An unfamiliar address and number are messily jotted to the side.

"That's not my address or my number." I shake my head and hand the paper back.

Eddie's face hardens. "I think I know what happened."

"What?"

"Jenny had a problem with being possessive. Before we dated, she was my assistant. She was in charge of taking calls for the band or letting us know about meetings or important changes. When we started dating, she hated me talking to other girls. There was a really bad jealousy problem." Eddie lets out a huff of laughter in disbelief. "I can't believe I'm so stupid." He shakes his head. "I always had a suspicion that she was interfering with my other relationships. Certain people would change their numbers, and suddenly I couldn't get ahold of them anymore. I just never had proof. I thought there was something wrong with me that was causing others to just drop me."

"Why didn't you talk to Wayne and ask him to confirm my number and address? He would've given you the right information."

"I never thought about it. I didn't think-well, I didn't want to believe Jenny would do that to me." Eddie's cheeks slightly heat from embarrassment.

"You could've told Wayne to invite me over so we could figure this out. Why didn't you tell him to let me know when you were coming over?" I ask.

Eddie groans and drops his head into his hands. "I'm so stupid. I thought you wanted me out of your life. And I honestly didn't think about that. I am such an idiot, Y/N. This was so obvious, and I still didn't see what was going on. What else did Jenny screw up for me?" He finally lifts his head back up to look at me. "She was probably keeping the letters from you. That's why I never saw them. I wouldn't put it past her."

"It's not just your fault. I should've asked Wayne what was going on with you. We could've figured this out if I had just asked him about it." I feel so stupid. This whole time I thought Eddie didn't want to be friends with me. In reality, his possessive girlfriend was fucking with everything.

"I guess we're both idiots then." Eddie chuckles.

I smile slightly. "Yeah. At least we figured it out now instead of 30 years down the line."

"That's true."

I bite the inside of my cheek, contemplating if I should ask. Eventaully, I decide to. "Are you still dating Jenny? After all of that, I hope not."

"No way. I caught her cheating with the lead singer of another band we were opening for and ended things." Eddie pauses. "I also realized that I had feelings for someone else."

My heart drops slightly. "Oh?" I say casually. I avert my gaze down to my lap where I try to smooth out my skirt.

"Yeah." Eddie confirms. "You see, when I was younger I was stupid. I didn't know the difference between platonic love and romantic love. I didn't realize that it's not normal to wonder what it be like to make out with your friend or hold their hand."

My stomach begins to churn. He's not talking about me, right?

"When I was dating Jenny, I realized that I didn't feel the same way about her as I felt for this other person. By the time I realized this, it was too late-we weren't talking anymore."

My eyes snap up as I realize he is talking about me. "I thought you didn't like me."

"You don't realize what you have until it's gone." Eddie responds quietly, his gaze steadily holding mine. "Leaving you was one of the biggest regrets I have. If I could go back, I would've found a way to take you with me."

"Really?" I ask, shocked at his confession.

"Yeah."

We stare at each other for a moment.

I'm not sure how to respond.

"What do we do from here?" I ask, unsure.

"Well, we've got a lot to catch up on. Do you want to start out with dinner?" Eddie asks, slightly nervous.

A small smile makes its way on my face. "I'd like that."

We'll worry about that later. Right now, we've got to help Wayne.

Maybe things will go back to normal with Eddie. Maybe they won't. Time will tell. All I can do is hope for the best.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Jay misses a couple of shifts because he’s doing something with the academy/another unit. A borrowed detective develops a thing for Mouse. He/She pays no attention when pretty much everyone tells him to forget it during the first shift. Including Mouse.

Fireball gets updated by various people. She decides enough is enough during the second shift. What happens? 😁

(Fireverse) (Ma'am you want murder commited with Mrs Gerwitz-Halstead getting pissed don't ya?)

Jay was helping the academy with training for shooting. He was one of the most if not the most qualified in CPD. That meant the unit had a detective on loan from major crimes. Alaina Gregors. Mouse didn't like her from the moment she walked up the stairs. She was rude to Firecracker and Kim.

About an hour in, Firecracker walked over to his desk and leaned down "That bitch is flirting with you" he raised an eyebrow "She is?" Firecracker nodded and he laughed "I didn't notice" she nodded "Well I think we need to nip this shit in the bud don't ya?" Mouse nodded as he stood to follow Firecracker to the break room where Gregors was.

Gregors turned when they walked in and smiled big "Hey Mouse" Firecracker bristled and Mouse nodded "Hey?" Gregors tried to touch his hand and he snatched up his left one "I'm married to the detective you're here on loan for and to one of the best trauma nurses in the city. Happily married"

Gregors nodded "I know, I've seen Halstead. You two taking applications for a new third" "BITCH" Firecracker started and Mouse held up a hand and looekd at Gregors "Don't ever insult my wife again. You're here on loan, that's the only reason. Stay in your place"

Mouse came to med at lunch with Firecracker. You knew something was up the moment you saw him. "What's wrong baby?" he shrugged "The detective on loan for Jay. She keeps flirting with me" "He's made it clear he's taken" Firecracker interjected and you felt your jaw tense "I'll tear her in half"

Mouse pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips "Lets see if she chills after I told her to, we'll let you know and go from there ok?" you sighed "Fine" and pulled him into a lingering kiss "I love you Greg" "I love you too" "Keep an eye on her Firecracker" "Always"

Jay was pissed she couldn't take a hint but you more than had your ways of talking him into letting you handle things. You were at work the following day when you got a call from Firecracker "She won't leave him alone. She grabbed his phone when he left it on his desk and said if he wants it back he'll have to come get it and it's in her back pocket"

You felt anger roll through your stomach "I'm on the way" you walked to the front desk and spotted Maggie "I'm going to the twenty first" "Go on babe, I got you"

When you stormed through the doors of the precinct Trudy didnt even look up she just said "Gates popped. Drag that bitch"

You took the steps two at a time, grateful Connor had rebraided your hair for you.

When you got to the top of the stairs every set of eyes turned your way. Gregors was still standing over Mouse's desk and he was doing his best to ignore her. He looked so damn relieved to see you "Hey love" you smiled "Hey baby"

She looked at you "Oh the little wife" you nodded "Oh the whore who can't take no for an answer" "Excuse me?" she took a step towards you. Kevin and Adam made a move to grab you but Al spoke up "Naw, I wanna see how this plays out"

"You heard me. Every person here has texted me that you've been harrasing my huband. I'm here now bitch. Let's handle it" she made the mistake of swinging. You ducked under it, grabbed her arm and had her shoved fast first into Mouse's desk since she wanted to be so close to it. "First of all you're a shit detective. Second of all make sure the sanity level of a wife before you step off towards the husband and oh yeah make sure the wife doesn't have more training than you"

Hank cleared his throat "Get out of my unit Gregors. I will be filling offical complaints on you" you let her go and she all but ran down the stairs. Hank winked at you "I only let her stay today long enough to watch that"

You looked back at Mouse who was looking at you like you hung the damn moon. "I love you Fireball" you grinned "I love you too"

"It's so damn sexy when she tries to kill people over us" Jay laughed pressing kisses across your bare body. Mouse nodded, trailing his lips across the other half of your body "It really is, good lord"

You squirmed under their touch "God I love you two idiots" they both laughed "We love you too" "Always"

[bakvrue]

the things we don't do

izuku x reader

cw: DEATH, PARENTAL DEATH, hospice mentions, sadness, me projecting onto izuku, very very sad, grief, feeling of loss, depression, anxiety, sad (again), wc 1.2k, header by @/cafekitsune

It's been either a few minutes or a few hours. Izuku can't tell.

He sits on your couch taking a break from the room that has stolen his attention away for the past few days.

A spare room turned into a makeshift hospital. Bottles of liquid medicine easy to administer as well as adult briefs, wet wipes, cleaning supplies, and a small booklet about the process of dying sit neatly organized on a table.

Everything you need to take care of a dying parent.

It didn't sneak up on her, Inko's age and a myriad of health complications have been accumulating over the years, but that doesn't make the pain of losing someone easier; the pain of losing your mom any easier.

Izuku looks at the clock, counting the hours to make sure that he has the dosing times right, and closes his eyes. Never once did he think that he would suddenly be in charge of administering morphine, but he would do anything just to make his mom feel less pain.

He walks through the kitchen trying to remember what last he ate before shaking his head, he's not hungry anyways, and heads back to Inko's room.

He moved a comfortable chair from your living room into this makeshift hospital room so that he could at least sit more comfortably, so he makes himself at home.

It's been five days since she was brought home, and two days since she has uttered a word or opened her eyes. He can hear her soft snores over the sound of the movie he put on, one that she always put on for him when he was a kid.

He can see her now laughing at her favorite part, singing along to the music, doing that silly little dance she always did. It hurts him to look over at her now, but he does because soon he won't be able to ever again.

He holds her hand as he watches the movie with her, occasionally sending out texts to friends and family members giving them updates. He's not sure how much more he can update them since there's not much happening.

The woman in the movie jumps off of a roof onto a paper lantern zipline as fireworks explode indicating that the movie is just about over. Izuku kisses his mother's hand and sets it down gently on the bed.

There's a few minutes before the next round of medicine, just enough time to clean up the room a little bit.

The raisable hospital table that she no longer can use is converted into the supply storage and his new desk for sorting medicine. The wipes are stacked from largest to smallest in the corner, the paper towels and latex gloves finding their home next to them. A small vase of flowers is moved next to a new larger vase just delivered today, all that's left is some trash on the bedside table.

That's when he sees it.

They say that it's the smallest things that break you, and he supposes that's true now.

Wrapped up in its wrapper is half of an eaten lollipop.

He remembers the last day she was conscious he found this lollipop hiding in his pantry. It's a special one you could only find in certain shops, its chalky consistency reminding him of summer days during his childhood when Inko would eat these when she got home from work.

He had excitedly ran to her room to show her his find, and she had made excited grabby hands for it, even though her mind was slipping she remembered the joy of her favorite treat.

Izuku watched her that day enjoying the treat, until she got halfway done with it.

"Let's save the rest for later, okay Mom?"

She pouted at him but agreed, "Later."

He had wanted to be able to give it to her later, to use it as a reward for having some soup for dinner. A little treat to brighten her again.

But he didn't know that would be the last day she would ever speak to him.

Izuku looks at the lollipop again and feels sick to his stomach. He covers his eyes and walks out of the room. It feels wrong breaking down in front of the one person you wish could comfort you but can't.

He goes back to the living room with tears blurring his vision, pacing before he decides to sit.

Of course he did this, of course he took away this one comfort from her and didn't let her finish it.

His head falls into his hands, and sobs escape him as he lets himself fall farther into this feeling. He's drowning in his own thoughts.

He took away her happiness, just like every time before when he had told her no. When he said no to fast food. When he said no to this trip, or to getting that puppy, or any other things that she asked for. Every "No" rushes into his head.

His throat is raw, and he can barely breathe, he doesn't care. What does it matter when the person who cheered for him the hardest is beyond repair? What does an optimist do when their spirit finally gets broken?

He thinks about the lollipop again, and another choked sobs breaks through him.

Izuku doesn't hear your keys turn the lock as you enter your home, two large grocery bags in hand, but you can hear him. You set down all your things as quickly as possible and then set out to find him.

And what you find breaks your heart. He's folded over his knees, sobs making his shoulders shake as you quickly run to envelope him. Taking whatever weights he needs off his shoulders.

He wraps his arms around you and cries into your shoulder. He's so grateful for you, more than you could ever know at that moment.

When he's quieted down, he holds you tighter. "Do you want to know what that was about?"

You nod, "Yeah, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I do." He sniffles and wipes his tears on your shirt. "I took her happiness away from her… why couldn't I just give her what she wanted?"

Izuku can feel the tears rising up again and his lower lip starts to wobble as he continues.

"I never let her do anything, why didn't I just let her?"

"Oh, Izuku," you hold him tighter and he does the same.

"I never stopped to get her food, I never took her to do things, I couldn't even let her finish a stupid lollipop."

Your presence calms him, just having you next to him lets him hear how all of this really sounds out loud, but it still hurts him.

You pull back from his embrace so you can wipe the tears from his face. Salt steaks layered over freckles wiped away by your thumbs.

You press your forehead against his, "You tried to do what was best for her. You didn't stop for fast food because you wanted her to eat healthier, you didn't take her to do crazy things like horseback riding, you didn't get her a puppy because it would have been your puppy. You're a good son Izuku."

Izuku's lip quivers as he pulls himself into you again. He takes a deep breath as tears roll down his cheek once again.

He hears your words, he knows they're true, but god does it still hurt.

His phone alarm goes off from Inko's room telling him that it's time to give her meds. He kisses your shoulder and stands up, heading back to his mom.

[theshejen]

Casey Novak x Reader Enimies to Lovers

Chapter 1

This is an AU of my current Casey x Reader fic

Chapter 1:

You had just arrived at SVU and after a couple months you had settled in. You were glad to work with your friend (and ex) Olivia Benson. Apart from her, no one in the squad knew the real you. You weren't really friends with any of them but you were pleasant together had been hanging out after work with Liv or the squad together when you could, including Casey Novak. She was, in your mind, uptight and a bit awkward, brazen. You made fun of her a bit but Liv promised you she was a good person and not to make fun of your colleagues. That's when it all went to hell. 

You and Liv were sitting in the crib when Novak walked in. You clocked a brow at her unusual demeanor.

“I need to talk to you, alone.” 

“Liv and I have known each other from when we were at the academy, anything you need to say to me you can say in front of her.” You replied, almost cockily.

“OK, then. What were you doing at the gay event, Swinging Scissors?” The redhead enquired.

Your jaw dropped. Liv could tell you were concerned.

“It's alright Liv, please give us the room,”

You could tell she didn't want to leave, but thankfully didn't push it.

You wanted to go off on Novak as soon as the door slammed shut but tried to remain cool.

“I don't know what that is,”

“We got you on camera,”

“Everyone looks similar on camera. Who says I was there?”

She showed you a picture of you from the camera at the event. “Not to mention you paid for the ticket with your credit card,”

Now you lost it, “You went through Financials? What the fuck is wrong with you Novak!”

“Why not, obviously you weren't going to tell me the truth and I went through their financials Detecti‐”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because El Fuego was at that event and I have taken off with someone. I need to ask if you saw anything.”

“I was drunk-”

“Your card was only used for the ticket, no ones else name for drinks matches yours,”

“I was drunk when I came in,”

“Doesn't look like it on camera. Now I have to give this to the Captain and show it to the whole precinct. I just wanted to let you know because you don't exactly seem out at work,”

You rolled your eyes, not knowing if you wanted to cry, punch Novak or curl into a ball. You hadn't been out to anyone at work since you were a teenager and that was the last time. You had worked hard to keep everything a secret.

“Screw you Novak,” she stood up and walked to the door. “You're the one who went to that club!”

“What I do outside of work off call is none of your business, and I did nothing illegal,”

“I know, so I don't know why you are acting like someone caught you doing something illegal,”

With that, the redhead left. You got up and left a few minutes after her in time to hear some of Cragen's update to the squad.

“Now our new detective says she doesn't remember, which is fine but I'm sure she will and if not, we have cameras from the alleyway and surrounding the building. I want you all to remember that finding Fuego is our top priority. Ok everyone that'll be all.”

After slinking back to your desk, shoulders slouched, you were approached by someone. “Go away, Novak,” “It's me, hun,” Liv offers gently. You look up, giving her an apologetic look. “Sorry, this is all just, so much for me.” “I know sweetheart, but Casey was just doing her job.” “It's not just what she says, it's how she says it,” Liv gives you a smile and pulls you into a gentle hug. You breathe in, smelling her softly. “OK let's go.” “Go where?” you ask, separating from the tall, pretty brunette. “One of Fin's contacts got us a lead on El Fuego.” You nodded and followed her out.

[forensicated]

05x34 - Free Wheel

CID are undercover, centred around the Hilton National Hotel on the case of an arms dealer. Alistair is on reception, Ted and Jim are drivers for a fashion wholesaler with a convenient office across the road. Tosh is a general lookout hiding in an upstairs room at the wholesalers. Alistair alerts Tosh to the movement of their target. "Buttons and Bows..." Tosh drawls into the radio to alert Jim and Ted in an effort to give himself something more interesting than staring out of a window and eating. "Alright, we don't need a comedian!" Ted scowls, following the man in the van. He drops Jim off behind him to follow him on foot.

Jim follows him onto the local High St whilst Ted returns to the hotel to update Alistair. Ted is concerned that the receptionist is giving him funny looks and answers Alistair's insistence that everything is OK with "It's got to be better than OK!"As they get into the lift, a man exits with a woman who's clearly not his wife. Ted, of course, has a good look! Alistair reassures him he'll talk to the receptionist.

Yorkie finds CID empty. Bob similarly finds the front desk unmanned and presses the door to let a waiting couple in. They don't move, so he goes to ask if he can help. "We're being seen, thanks."

Ted and Alistair search Rouse's room with great care to return everything exactly as it was. Jim has to duck into a shop doorway to avoid being seen when Rouse turns round after checking his watch. Ted finds the mini bar and gets Alistair to come and unlock it. "I hate the smell of too much money," Ted says, purposely shaking the bottle of champagne. "Especially if it's bent and especially if it belongs to someone else." For what's meant to be an expensive room... It's really not. Even the view isn't that great! They find absolutely nothing.

Yorkie comes back down and sees Bob in the front office. He tells Bob that the couple waiting at the door are odd. They have been in half a dozen times that week already and he doesn't want to deal with them anymore. He wants CID to take over, but no one is in! Bob tells him that CID are all on a job. Yorkie explains that the couple's car was stolen 10 days ago and they won't rest until it's found. They'd left the keys in the ignition and didn't realise until it was too late. It all adds up to an unsolvable crime, and Yorkie is at his wits' end. (Interesting fact: this couple were married IRL, which probably helps them bounce off each other so well).

Alistair returns the suspect's door key to him when he arrives back at the hotel. He's very polite and asks the receptionist, who clearly hates him, to tell him if he's overdoing it. "I will. You're overdoing it."

The car theft victims are surprised to hear there's no news on their car. They tell Yorkie that they've been doing their own surveillance to try and locate the car. Yorkie smiles politely as they speak at the same time, and are generally a bit eccentric. "No other car will do for us, just that one. We just want our own car back. Please."

Ted can't believe that their suspect didn't do anything of note whilst out - he didn't talk to anyone, buy anything, or meet anyone. Ted doesn't let the job stop him being Ted, however....

Rouse is not making any calls out of the hotel and no one is ringing in to speak to him either. Jim says he is playing £100 a night (now £260) to walk around the block and look in a few shop windows.

The boys aren't happy. They've got most of CID sat tied up on someone else's case whilst their own cases are getting left behind. Rouse hasn't had a conviction for arms dealing for 8 years, but Ted, who has had experience with him in the past, is adamant that he's up to something. Ted points out that the lack of conviction doesn't mean he's turned over a new leaf - he just hasn't been caught. Ted reminds Jim that their suspect is the subject of special reports from almost every major crime unit in the country. "If they couldn't get a case against him in 8 years, what chance have we got?" Jim sighs. "Our brief is to watch and wait, night and day. Ok?" Ted snaps. Jim scowls, claiming it only needs two of them and not the entire CID team. "You know why? I'll tell you why. Burnside." he spits. "He wants the arrest to take place here and nowhere else. He's got two fingers up to all the crime squad and all the surveillance teams across the country!" Tosh isn't happy to hear that he's got to remain at the wholesalers, keeping watch for a second night. "I've got an oversexed wife waiting for me at home!" "What you need is domestic backup - an oversexed lodger!"

Alistair watches as a courier drops off a parcel with only 'to be collected' written on it. "Can't you read?" the receptionist snaps. She admits it's an unusual experience but is too busy to consider it further. Alistair opens it with a view to replacing the envelope. It's what looks like a car key. Rouse is still in his room, and the cars in the car park are all accounted for as owned by guests. Ted suggests it could belong to any vehicle and so could not be involved in their operation, so keep an eye, but don't let it draw focus. Alistair returns to the receptionist. "Keep smiling."

The doorman clarifies that Rouse arrived via taxi and says he recognises Ted. "Are you the er..." "Department of Trade and Industry."

Tosh asks if they're bugging Rouse's phone. Jim says that wasn't possible, but the switchboard is logging calls to and from his room. The only problem is that there aren't any! Tosh reckons he has to be waiting for something or someone, given the £100 a night luxury.

Bob tells Yorkie that the odd couple have rung back and want to speak to him. Bob took pity on poor Yorkie and told them that he was busy. The couple want to ask for Yorkie's permission to advertise their lost car. "They didn't want to cut across your process of investigation." He warns him that they're going to ring back.

At the hotel, Alistair keeps watch over the parcel as Rouse approaches. "You seem to work long hours." Alistair simply smiles and explains that they're short-staffed at the moment. Rouse asks for matches and doesn't touch or mention the envelope despite it being right in front of them.

The next morning, Jim is quick to wake Tosh from the sleeping bag on the floor so they can swap over.

The receptionist asks Alistair when they're going to be gone, as she wants everything to return to normal. She asks what Mr Rouse has done. Alistair gestures for her to be more discreet and tells her that - so far - Rouse has done nothing. The doorman tells them that a guest booked in last night with a car and he gives him the registration. Alistair questions that because he was on shift and no guest arrived with a car mentioned. The doorman points at a shabbily parked car and complains about it. Alistair tells Ted - it could be bent or it could be someone simply using the hotel car park to park for the night. With that and the key being left for Rouse it's concerning. It's even more concerning when Tosh tells them that there are no such number plates registered.

Ted passes on a message from Frank for everyone to stay in place. Alistair suggests they're going to need a changeover before long as Rouse spoke to him and questioned him about working such long hours. Ted reassures him that whatever is going on can't take much longer. Known associates of Rouse have turned up at a hotel in Southampton situated near the dock. It looks like they're about to ship out - literally. The local police did the same searching of the room - carefully - as Sun Hill did and found not only the name of the hotel they're staking out but also Rouse's room number on a scrap of paper.

Yorkie's favourite couple return and ask for him. They think they've found their car but it's got a different number plate on it. They do have a spare set of keys with them but haven't approached it or tried them yet as they didn't want to destroy finger print evidence. You can see where this is going, right...? They tell Yorkie that the car is parked in a hotel carpark. He agrees to have it looked into - in the hope he'll get rid of them.

Alistair returns to the reception desk to find the package gone. The receptionist tells him Rouse collected it when he paid his bill. He's currently packing in his room. Alistair updates Tosh, Ted and Jim and they all prepare 'for lift off'. The car reported is still in place, for now. All parties drive to the hotel, ready to pick Rouse up. Unfortunately for them, Yorkie arrives in a marked police car with the couple so they can show him the car. Yep, it's the target car. He goes inside to speak at the desk as Rouse approaches. The look on the receptionist's face gives them away as Rouse looks at her. He notices Yorkie arriving and approaches the desk, calmly telling them he collected the key package by mistake. "It's not mine after all." Rouse leaves and Yorkie approaches the desk, asking Alistair what he's doing there. Thankfully Rouse is far enough to have not heard, but the damage was already done. Alistair radios the others and tells them the operation has been blown. "You bloody fool!" he chides Yorkie, jumping over the desk [captured in gif for... reasons]. "What's going on?" Yorkie blinks, following him outside.

Rouse walks away as the doorman approaches the irritating couple and asks them to move their car. The husband gets in the car. Alistair looks at Rouse's retreating back as the car is about to be started...

People start screaming after the explosion and the officers run towards the scene. It's obvious it's too late - even with the almost instantaneous fire engine sirens.

Ted can only watch the horror as Rouse walks away into the distance.

[lazyblueghost]

Ok so interesting event that happened yesterday.

So I had been awake all night ereyesterday (I have a really bad sleeping schedule) and I had wanted to play the summer event in Genshin with mom, alas mom's computer had a large update that took almost all day to finish.

So I waited and eventually, I fell asleep on my books again (long story). I woke up a bit later, figuring that I should put my computer and desk away so I can lay down properly instead of sleeping on my books. So I do so, I lay down and I end up falling asleep again.

ONLY TO WAKE UP FROM MY ROOF CAVEING IN FROM A FUCKING RACCOON FALLING THROUGH IT.

So here I am, half awake from this sudden cave-in of the furry kind, with this fucking raccoon looking just as lost and confused from falling through the roof as I was. I panicked because I knew that while raccoons are cute and fluffy, they are not the best animal neighbors.

So I yell for mom to quickly close all of the doors after telling her a raccoon just fell through my roof. She comes back and we try and get the ball of chonk out of my room, and to be fair we did success without the little guy getting mad, but then he was stuck in the hallway.

Tbh idk what fully happened because mom had closed my door after the chonky trash nommer left but apparently he had somehow got on top of my dresser in the hallway and then fell and knocked a bunch of shit over, before running past the open front door, into the living room, and into her room.

So now we have a fluffy chonker causing chaos and mayhem in her room and we have no idea wtf to do. This all happened around 8:30ish at night btw.

So we try making noise, keeping the lights on, using vinegar to try and get it out of the room, we tried to use brooms and find him but we end up not finding him because this bitch just straight up disappeared. We have no idea if he is still in the house as I am writing this post, and trust me she looked all over that room.

So ok, we open the window, yeet open the screen, and then close the door so the fluffy menace can at least leave when we aren't trying to find it, that's the best we can do besides calling animal control which, we don't have money for.

So my stressed ass was getting tired again (my stress reaction is to fall asleep), but I felt legit gross and was stressing over the fact that I might have installation all over me (the hole is close to where my head was resting at) so I take a quick shower before I get to work cleaning my room of wet as hell installation. Listen, I know I needed to get my ass into gear and do some spring summer cleaning, but this was not how I wanted to do it Q_Q

Also yes, I wore a mask and gloves so worry not. It didn't help how gross it all was. Me, being scared for my health cuz that shit went everywhere, decided to sleep out in the living room with mom (who also had to sleep in the living room). Suffice it to say this was a very weird girls' night >_>

Me and mom had been up almost the whole night and only got any sleep around 3:30-4 A.M. and woke up around 8-9 a.m. so if this post seems disjointed that's why o(-<

Long story short a trash disaster broke through my roof mission impossible style, caused chaos, doesn't elaborate, then hoodini'ed into another dimension before we could find him, leaving me to clean up ceiling bits like a confused spouse after their partner came home slam assed drunk and just passed out on top of the fridge.

[foxgloveinspace]

Spoonie Neil headcanons (pt. 1/?)

Hey I decided to write this, and probably won’t be updating this headcanon series, sorry guys!! (You have to be logged into ao3 to read it)

It all starts when Abby jokingly says ‘and remember, the normal amount of pain is no pain’ as they get ready to start a game. He rolls his eyes at first, but then that night when he really thinks about it he starts to wonder to himself

Is the pain I remember having constantly from a life on the run and then a life of constant practice?

He takes a couple nights off of extra practice, making Kevin pissed at him, and Andrew silently concerned, but him pulling back in day practice as well has most of the team on edge for the week it keeps up.

On that Saturday he walks into Abby’s office and sits on her table, and looks her right in the eye and says ‘I have pain all the time. I have been in constant pain since I was a kid. I don’t know if it’s something my dad did, or if I’ve always been like this.’

She’s concerned. Duh.

They do some tests come up with 🤷🏼 it’s pain.

She asks Neil if she should tell coach or if she should, and he says he’ll take care of it.

He doesn’t.

He doesn't tell anyone and starts practicing hard again.

Except that now that he knows about it, it's harder to ignore.

The constant ache in his left hip and ankle that are just barely there, the way his fingers hurt after it gets cold, when he feels it down to his bones.

It's all harder to push to the back of his brain now.

Kevin notices first. (Andrew knows something is up, he just figures Neil will now tell him about it....) He notices Neil rubbing his left knee in the hall once, when he thinks he's alone in between classes.

He corners Neil before night practice, Andrew already in the goal, and them putting on their gear.

'you pushed yourself too hard, your injured, you don't play while injured' lecture.

'it's not an injury.' 'I saw you rubbing your knee, and limping. Stop Lying to Me'.

He ends up shouting it, 'Im always in pain'. He's so loud even Andrew stops what he's doing (swinging his racket around, practicing sick af spins).

They all stand there. not saying anything, Neil's panting even though he doesn't even feel out of breath.

'what.' Kevin says it in an icy voice.

'im always in pain, I have chronic pain, I don't know why, but I hurt all the time.'

Kevin is quiet. and then he says, Neil's worst nightmare, 'we're not practicing tonight.'

Neil hasn't shed tears since he was a kid, since before his mom knocked it out of him (literally), but he's close in that moment, taking off his gloves and throwing them on the ground/at Kevin, and stomping back into the lockers.

Kevin doesn't even say anything, just picks them up and Andrew walks out after them, having come close enough to the door to hear the conversation.

When they get back to the room, Neil just wants to be alone. But instead Kevin follows after him, and pushes him down on one of the bean bags.

'stay'

Neil's leg hurts too much to really argue, but he sits there stewing.

Andrew is staring at him fron across the room, he's sitting on his desk, and Neil looks at him, but he can sort of read Andrew's expression, and he doesn't like it, so he looks at the black tv screen.

the microwave goes off, and Neil almost jumps. he almost does again when the door to it is slammed shut.

Kevin comes back in the room, holding a heat pack.

He walks over to Neil, and drops down to his knees in front of him, 'which knee?'

Neil shakes his head, and presses his hand to his hip, and Kevin lays the heat pack over Neil's side, and Neil makes a quizical sort of noise, but then he sighs as it starts to ease the pain a little.

Kevin hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickers toward Andrew's direction for a second, before he sighs, and reaches up to ruffle Neil's hair.

'I'll teach you how to take care of it better, ok?'

Neil sighs, but nods, his hands curling in the front of his hoodie.

'We'll try ice for your knee, hows that sound?'

Neil just nods again.

he dozes to the sound of Kevin and Andrew discussing compression leggings.

they get them overnight shipped.

Kevin places both hands on Neil shoulders and stands him in front of Coach until Neil finally tells him.

'Yeah, so. Me and Abby figured out I have chronic pain.'

Coach nods, 'ok. That why you where late this morning?'

Neil cringes, 'no, Kevin got me weird leggings that seem to help.'

Coach pauses his watching of the rest of the team, and turns too look at Neil, 'when did you and Abby figure this out again?'

Neil, finally getting fidgety, 'uhh, last month.'

Coach pinches the bridge of his nose, 'ok, dipshit, I'll work on changing your routine now.'

the tension melts out of Neil's shoulders. Kevin sighs. David looks frustrated, 'did you think I was gonna bench you?'

Neil doesn't do anything, but Kevin nods his head.

David sighs, 'get back to practice idiots.'

[effloradox]

it's not the same as it was

darkiplier x captain!reader, set pre-ISWM2

same snake, different skin.

The words echoed around your mind, like a memory you can't quite place. You couldn't remember who said it to you, or even when or where it had been said to you. You're not even sure why it's come back to you now, but watching as Mark argues with Celci for the third time today, it's there at the forefront of your mind. It makes you pause for a second, as you try to remember why someone called Mark a snake but the words seem to fade away as the argument worsens, forcing you to step in, and all you're left with is the nagging sense that you've forgotten something (or someone) important.

The next time you remember those words is when there's a borderline catastrophic problem with the ship. Gunther brings up the possibility of sabotage and it occurs to you (and potentially everyone else) that the only people with that level of clearance are yourself and Mark. The fact it returns surprises you, you've never doubted your head engineer before. You've never had reason to.

You're not sure if he can tell that somethings different, if he does he doesn't let on which you're thankful for. The last thing you need when the ship's announcing it's going to explode is to have an argument with the one person who can fix said ship. When it turns out that the computer just needed a system update and that's what was causing things to go haywire, you feel awful for doubting Mark but there's a small part of your brain that reminds you that the doubt must be there for a reason. Something must've happened to make you doubt Mark, if only you could place what it was.

It's only when you jump into a literal wormhole to try and save your crew and the colonists that the sentence suddenly starts to make sense, like a door has suddenly opened in your mind. You land in an area of perpetual darkness, the only thing visible is a desk about a foot in front of you.

"Do you ever tire of being paraded around like a trophy?" The question seems to come from the void, possibly behind you, but upon turning there's nothing but darkness. It's only when you turn back to the desk that you see him. He looks like Mark, but you immediately know this isn't your head engineer. There's something off about this doppelganger, something about being near to him that instantly puts you on edge. He's sat at a chair that wasn't there a second ago, and if you try and focus on him, he seems to flicker like some kind of projection on the blink. "Though of course you don't remember the last few times he's done this, do you?"

You want to ask him a hundred questions: who is he, where are you, what the fuck is going on, but for some reason your voice fails you. Panic slowly begins to sink in as one question rises to the surface of your frantic mind: did I die?

"I wouldn't worry too much about that. Death doesn't seem to be a permanent state for you, or for him for that matter. Death's never stopped him before and I doubt it would now." You're still trying to find your voice, to question what's going on but it feels like someone's stolen all the air from your lungs. It hurts in the same way that jumping into that wormhole hurt and part of you is waiting to open your eyes and find yourself in your cryotube again but another part of you knows you're not going anywhere until this...person has finished with you. It doesn't even occur to you that you didn't ask him if you'd died. Not out loud anyway.

"We don't have much time to catch up I'm afraid. That snake doesn't like not having you in his grasp, I'm sure he's already trying to work out where you've gone so he can rope you into his next great adventure. But whilst it's just the two of us here, let's enjoy the moment shall we? All your choices and it's led you back to me once more. I always did tell you that life is ours to choose, but I never really thought you took the sentiment to heart." It's only at this that your mind suddenly clears. Something about those words makes you snap out of your panic, though it takes a moment to work out why, to work out why you know those words. The fog suddenly lifts from your mind and when you look up, it's like you're looking at a whole new person. Instead of only seeing a twisted version of your head engineer, it's the face of an old friend that meets your eyes.

"D-damien?" Your voice is hoarse, but you suppose that not being able to speak for all that time will do that to your vocal chords. When you speak his name (is that still his name?), it's the first time you see a real emotion pass over his face, even if it only lasts a moment.

"Hello old friend. Let's catch up, shall we?"

[asfeline]

🄲🄾🄻🄻🄴🄰🄶🅄🄴 🄶🄾🄹🄾 🅇 🄵🄴🄼! 🅁🄴🄰🄳🄴🅁

Please be aware of the tags before reading ⚠️

Smut !!

Summary : Gojo is a frustrated colleague and you take care of him

Tags : office sex, voyeurism, unprotected-sex

Credit : rennca_ on Twitter

You were checking your computer very unmotivated after seeing the message at the top of your emails.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐋/𝐍, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐗𝐗𝐗 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞�� 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐫. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟓. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝟓, 𝟗 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟒 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐗𝐘𝐙 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨@𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.𝐜𝐨𝐦

You looked at the top of your screen and the calendar showed you June 5. You sighed. You had put off the date long enough. You rolled your eyes; you definitely didn't want to meet that famous Gojo Satoru whose reputation was pursuing him as a womanizer. You printed the necessary papers, took your phone and looked at the time, 17:49.

Well, I'll go quickly and go home, you thought. You salivated at the thought of your pizza waiting in your freezer. For once you could go home early and enjoy a quiet evening. You grabbed your bag and took a good stretch.

You headed for the elevator. Which floor again? You consulted your company's website and looked for his name in the contacts. His picture appeared first. Womanizer... you could see why all the women were behind. With that piercing blue gaze, and the peculiar color of his platinum hair, even you had to admit that he was more than attractive. Even on his profile, which was supposed to be professional, you could see that he had a little smile on his face, the photographer was certainly a pretty woman. You chased your thoughts and slid on his profile to see his office number: 711.

So, 7th floor, you clicked on the button that indicated the right number.

Once there you looked at the arrows indicating in which direction you should go. The one on the left indicated his office only.

-Son of... you whistled through your teeth; you have an office all to yourself... pfff... you muttered jealously.

His office must have been gigantic. And from where you were, you could see his door, framed by two large windows. You raised your eyebrows admiring the fact that his office was made of glass and that it certainly overlooked an extraordinary view.

You walked over and a few feet before the door, a desk was on your right.

You could read "Secretary" on the silver plate in the middle of the cabinet, but without the owner at her post. You thought about whether you could leave the documents here and go.

-Shit, thinking about the deadline that was today. You couldn’t leave not knowing if he saw them or not, plus you needed to discuss some points with him. Well, never mind let’s see if he’s here, you approached the door which was slightly opened.

Yes! you thought, that means he was still here, you put your hand to open it when you heard muffled sounds coming from inside. You reached out to see what was going on, to see if he was in a meeting with someone but the sounds were more and more like grunts. You closed your eyes and pursed your lips.

It's not what I think it is, right? you thought.

You reached out even closer and heard the moans of a man and those of a woman, whose mouth must have been currently occupied by the "slurp" sounds you could hear.

This was the worst... you thought. How could you interrupt this moment? You definitely weren't going to wait for him to finish his business, nor were you going to go in without being announced, embarrassing them. This is not the place to do that. You bit your lip at the thought, you weren't the one who could talk. You massaged your temple, thinking

-Shit, can you go faster or not?... he moaned from within.

Well, you had to get up the courage, otherwise you would never have made it home. You knocked twice.

-Mr. Gojo? Y/N L/N here, I'm supposed to drop off files for the updates Mr. Nanami requested. Can I leave them on the desk outside for you? you asked.

You heard a sharp muffled noise.

-No, bring them in here, he answered.

What? you thought.

-I need to see the files Mrs. L/N. Come in! he continued.

-What?! said the female voice inside.

You heard several gesticulations in the office before a young woman, slightly taller than you, came out, red with embarrassment. She put her hair back in place and walked towards her desk.

-Oh, and Miss Suwaga? The young woman turned around. Stay at your post, I've sent you the last of the appointments for the week. Finish this and you can go home.

She breathed and went back to her office with a quick step. You swallowed. You didn't know where to put yourself.

-Come in... he said in a deep voice.

You took the files clutched in your hands close to your pounding chest and closed the door behind you. He was sitting in the direction of his large bay window; you could see him from three-quarters. From there you could see that his shirt was down to one button, his hair was partially pulled back. He turned around in his chair to face you.

-Sorry for the wait, I was ... busy, he said, winking at you.

You looked at him and shrugged.

-Next time maybe try to make sure you're alone? you say dryly.

He slumped back in his large chair and crossed his arms behind his head.

-Oh? And the idea of being surprised? he asked you. Isn't that something that excites you?

A wave of electricity shot through your body, ending in your panties. Yes, it is. You had experienced it not long ago.

-I think the topic is off the table for our meeting, you answered him trying to face him. I'll cut to the chase. I'm here to drop this off, you handed him the documents. I need to discuss with you the importance of points 5, 9 and 14, if possible.

-5 June huh?... he said gently.

-Pardon?

He tapped his watch. You raised an eyebrow.

-Fortunately, that my activities saved you then.

You frowned your eyes trying to understand what he was getting at. He smiled.

-Usually I'm out by 5:30, and it would have been too late for you. Knowing Kento, he sent you these documents easily a week in advance... why did you wait so long to deliver them to me?

You couldn't tell him that you didn't want to meet him, that was not very professional...

-I'm on the right date, the rest doesn't matter.

-I'm not so sure about that thought but whatever. So, points 5, 9 and 14... he looked at them and typed some things on his computer. You discussed their implementation and every time you spoke, he looked at you intensely, in a way that made your whole back shiver. You didn't know if he was making you uncomfortable or if it was because of the excitement that was starting to build up in your body. You had to leave before you got to the end of that thought.

-I think we have everything, don't you? you asked, cutting off his gaze.

He tilted his head to the side looking you up and down.

-I have a few more things I'd like to go over with you, he said.

-Is this about our meeting? You asked.

He looked up at the ceiling, thinking.

-More or less, he continued.

-I'm listening then, you answered.

He tilted his head to the side, facing the glass that separated his office from the hallway. His secretary was still at her post, looking exasperated. He smirked.

-I must tell you something, he began. As you can imagine, you stopped me in a crucial moment, and you see I'm both frustrated because I'm currently very tight in my pants.

You widened your eyes.

-But at the same time, I'd like to thank you because it really wasn't incredible, what was going on I mean. He smiled at you, not taking his eyes off you.

-Shall I say “you are welcome”? you said in a playful tone.

His smile did not leave his lips, his tongue passing slowly between them. He rested his elbows on his desk, resting his head on his hands, staring at you. Your legs closed as if by automatic.

-I'd like to be the one to tell you "you're welcome", if you can follow what I'm getting at. I have the impression that you are not indifferent to me, right?

You pinched your lips.

-Well... he continued

He got up from his desk, walking around, you followed him with your eyes. He sat down on the edge, facing you, his legs level with your chest, which was quickening with your breathing. You didn't really know what to say, but to be honest, yes, it had an effect on you. More than you'd like to admit.

-Your face answers for you, baby, I almost don't need you to answer me, he says. I want to hear your beautiful voice...

-Gojo...

-Yes, he cut you off, I want to hear you shout that name, my pretty, under my movements.

The electricity that was flowing through you was really starting to burn, it was making you hot now.

-With your secretary outside? I'm having trouble...

-Oh? so if she's not there... is that a yes? But you see she has to work; she won't bother us... he says with a growing smile.

You swallow, what were you doing? Your pizza was waiting for you, your quiet evening. But deep down, you wanted to see if his reputation was based on anything real.

-Maybe, you say. But if you promise to contain your moaning, maybe I can get past it.

He grunted. So that was his kink? Being heard? Found out?

-Can you? he asked.

-It depends on how well my partner do, you said confidently.

-Confident huh, he said in a hoarse voice. He got up and went to lock the door, turning his secretary's head in your direction.

He signaled her to continue working through the glass.

When he turned around, he could see you starting to unbutton your dress, revealing your black lacy lingerie underneath. You easily let it fall to your feet and found yourself in front of him wearing only your underwear and semi-opaque tights.

He looked you up and down and swallowed. Perfect was the word on his lips. His erection already present since the beginning of your meeting was growing and soon would not be able to hold in his pants become too tight.

You infiltrated a finger on each side of your tights to remove it.

-No, wait! He unexpectedly shouted. I want to do it.

He licked his lips.

-Fuck, you are gorgeous, and I’m picky guy.

He took your head and dipped his tongue in your mouth making you moaned. He took you by the legs, wrapping them around his waist, your almost naked skin touching his exposed chest. You moaned at the contact of his erection on your clothed pussy. He opened his eyes to see your face, focused on your kiss. Oh, he was going to enjoy it. He pinned you down on the desk, his hands sliding down your legs. He got up from you, you opened your eyes slowly to see a semi-god in front of you taking off his shirt, your legs still wrapped around him, your hips starting little movements to rub against him. He smiled.

-Hun, hun, baby, putting his hand on your panties.

He rubbed his fingers against your pussy that only wanted him inside you. You shivered at the thought.

-You are not allowed to move without my permission. I give the orders in my office.

You swallowed and nodded.

-Good girl, he said in a deep voice.

He continued his caresses along your legs, stopping on your thighs and clutching them. He looked at you and smiled widely. You returned his gaze intrigued at what was going on in his head when you felt him suddenly pull on your tights, ripping them off completely, creating two gaping holes on your legs.

-Hey! but before you could continue, he pressed his mouth against yours.

You both moaned in your kiss. His hand slipped under your pantyhose, touching your skin, pinching you then caressing you, leaving little red marks behind. He pulled his hand out and came off from your lips, admiring you panting. He returned his gaze to your pussy, still hidden under too many layers, before tearing off the part of the pantyhose that prevented him from having access to it.

-Ah! you couldn't help but exclaim at the realization that your tights were completely ruined under his attack. Fuck... you felt his warm breath next to your panties, making you even wetter than before. Satoru... please~ you moaned.

-Hmmm, eager I see, he said while shifting your panties to the side having full access to your cunt.

He licked in one go; your pussy completely wet under his movements. He let out an animal growl.

-Tasty, he mumbled before nibbling one of your vaginal lips.

-Urgh! ~ you groaned. More! you begged, putting your hands on his head, in his silver hair.

-What did I say? He said stopping his movements. I give the orders here.

He raised an eyebrow waiting for an answer from you, you nodded slowly, wanting only one thing, that he makes a mess of you.

He returned his attention to your cunt which was just asking for his tongue. He licked one wall, then another, forcing you to gasp under the pleasure of his movements. He finally introduced his long tongue deep into you, making you widen your eyes, and a few tears of pleasure came to the edge of your eyes.

Under his erratic movements, he grunted. He was taking more and more pleasure; his boxers were so tight. He only wanted to take you on his desk until you couldn't walk anymore. He continued to move his tongue back and forth, before concentrating on your clit, biting it tenderly and sucking it repeatedly.

-Ah-ah-ah ~~, you moaned, tongue out. My god… fuck! uh-uh-uh…

He accelerated his movements understanding by your moaning louder and louder that he was doing things right, obviously. He withdrew from your pussy and licked all of your body slowly going up, until he reached your breast.

He easily inserted two long fingers inside you, while licking the contours of your chest. He lifted your bra with his other hand and sucked around your nipple. His fingers quickened the movements, feeling your hips trembling as if you were begging to him to go further. He circled around your clit, making you moaned of pleasure. He nibbled on your nipple before taking more of your breast into his mouth, leaving behind the sucking noises that were getting you off even more. Your pussy tightened at his movements, you felt yourself coming. You couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as he applied pressure to your sensitive spot.

-Hmmm, there yes…yess…ah-ah-ah~~ you moaned so loudly that you knew that the secretary had heard you, making you tighten even more around her fingers. You felt your orgasm coming, making all your legs and body shake.

-OH MY GOD! ~~ you screamed, letting the wave of pleasure take over.

He placed his lips on yours, still fingering you, with his fucking long finger, right through your orgasm. Your walls were clinching around his movements. His name was on your lips, and it was making him so fucking horny. He withdrew from you, letting you breathless on the desk. He let down his pants and started to palpate his dick under his boxer. He was so hard it was painful. You stood up on your elbows, watching him slowly undress before seeing what was waiting for you under his boxers.

-Want that? He asked.

You nodded.

-Ye-yess, I want it… you salivated.

-Suck it then, he ordered removing entirely his boxer, letting free his thick dick, moistened by his precum, decorated by long blue veins. You rolled your tongue over your lips at the thought of having him in your mouth.

You got down from the desk, walking towards him, once facing him you got down on your knees, gently licking his chest. He watched you descend on him, and you never left his sight.

-Mmmh, he moaned, yeah.

You took his cock in your hands, slowly starting to jack him off. You gave a few licks on the top, sucking on his precum which made him tilt his head back. His eyes met those of his secretary who had been looking in your direction for a few minutes now. She could make out your legs, but you were hidden behind the door. Gojo motioned for her to take note, imitating a pen and notebook with his hand, she glared back at him, red. She took her bag, turned around, he let out a laugh. she left the office.

He concentrated on you, who had just started to pump him, rolling your tongue along his member.

-Fuck, you're good, he said in a deep voice.

You took him deeper into your mouth, his tip touching the entrance to your throat. Your heat and wetness turned him on. He took your head and pushed it even deeper into him, holding you firmly. Tears gathered along your eyes and began to roll down. His cock was much too long for you. He pulled out before he pushed in.

-Oh fuck! Yeah!

He accelerated his movements with his hips fucking your mouth hardly. With each coming and going, his cock was pushing more and more into your throat, forcing you to gap on him. He grabbed your head even more, a few more strokes and he'd be able to get himself all the way into your mouth. The thought was already making him want to release himself into you. His movements accelerated and your mouth noises became louder and louder, your saliva and his precum mixing together. He took you out of his mouth, you were completely crying.

What a sight, he thought. You wrapped your hand around him while your jaw readjusted and jerked him off at a rapid pace.

-FUCK yes! Keep it up and I'll cum on you! Shit! UH~~ yes!

He was literally screaming with pleasure. The sun rays were shining through his hair, giving you a wonderful show, this man was the definition of beauty. You took it back into your mouth, pumping it at a steady pace, you felt him shaking, with each of your strokes. His head snapped back, pleasure taking over.

-Holy shit.... I'm gonna... huh-huh~~ cum... fuck!

You sucked his cock completely before diving back on top of him to take him completely, your nose touching his hair, the same color as those on top of his head. You felt him blocking you where you were, with his hands on your head, and his hips took over, moving back and forth at an almost hellish pace in your mouth. Your throat was now completely filled with him.

-Cumming! Huh! ~~ AH!

With one last thrust inside your mouth, he released his cum which went straight into throat, without you being able to do anything. His eyes completely closed, his head still back, his hands on your head and his hips still making little dry movements, as if to make sure you wouldn't let any drop out. He slowly came down from his cloud before watching you swallow the sperm; he had just released into you.

-Fuck that was amazing .... he moaned.

It had been a long time since he had felt so much pleasure from a blow job. Where have you been all this time?

You fell on your hands trying to catch your breath. He laughed at the sight. Confident not long ago, yet you were now on all fours in front of him, and clearly, he wasn't done with you. He took your arm, forcing you to stand up, he pushed his lips on you.

-Incredible, however now this will go into you.

You looked down, seeing that his cock was getting harder. How? In few seconds only… How?

You gasped when he lifted you, kissing you again and bringing you to his chair, next to the bay window, the last rays of sunlight caressing your skin.

-Honey… he said quietly, seeing you shining.

-Sit on me now, I'll take you in that position.

you nodded and placed a leg on each side before taking his cock in your hands, placing it at your entrance. You were soaked with excitement and the touch of his tip on your pussy made you moan.

You rubbed yourself against him, lubricating him before sitting on him, pulling him in more and more.

-Good girl, I'm not quite there yet," he said, watching your two limbs slowly connect. I want to be fully inside you before I let you see the 7th heaven...

You nodded and continued your descent into him, moving up and down to take him even more. You leaned on his head, forcing him to face your breasts still trapped in your bra. He left your slowly descending hips before pulling your bra down leaving your breasts exposed. He sucked on one before grunting, feeling almost entirely inside you. He thrust his hip into you before sneaking your hips into contact.

-Fuck, he steadied himself. Fuck, so tight…

Your eyes were completely closed at the thought of having him inside you. He lowered his head, seeing your juices sliding down your thighs and onto him. He licked his mouth and began to circle his hips so you could feel him all the way inside you. He saw your tongue fall out of your mouth, oh yes you liked that.

He was touching your sensitive points without any effort.

-Move. Now, he ordered.

You lifted yourself up before falling back on top of him, allowing him to see a bulge forming a few inches below your belly button.

He watched you make your moves, hypnotized by the appearance and disappearance of this bump. When was the last time he had faced his partner? For a long time now, he always took them from behind, avoiding meeting their eyes. Yet you, he wanted to see you get off on him. Your movements accelerated on him, your hands went down on his shoulders, your head tilted back. He felt that you were losing your balance, so he grabbed your hips, and started to move in you at a ferrous pace.

-AH! ~~ fuck ye-yessss! You cried.

He was hitting your cervix so easily. He was hammering in you, and you were just a ball of nerve under his contact. With each thrust, he left slap noises that made you so excited. His groans were also growing louder. Your tightness was taking him so good, applying pressure all around his dick.

-God dammit, he moaned, so, so good… ~~

He sped up and sucked on your other tit. You took back his head in your arm, pressing him completely against your chest. Your hands traveled his hair, as he was pounding inside of you. He pinched his lips, not knowing what sounds could still come out of his mouth. You were just a hot mess crying his name, cries that echo throughout his office.

-Huh… I’m cumming… Satoru… harder….

-Fuck… he groaned.

He accelerated his movements, but the chair preventing him from being completely free he got up, you in his arms the legs rolled up around him.

His cadence was animal, he was going to make you cum, and you couldn't take it anymore. He squeezed himself so hard that his cock was part of you. He was coming and going inside you, expanding you again and again, your walls were still adapting. Your pleasure juices were falling on the floor leaving drops gathering more and more on his immaculate marble. His thrusts were more brutal, you felt him coming and you only wanted one thing, his pleasure in you.

-Fuck! he shouted. He took almost all of himself out of you before forcing his hips back into you. I'm gonna fucking cum! In you… shit! ~~

-Ye-ess! inside me! yes! yes! fuck! harder! you screamed.

-You like that, huh! don't you? When I go deep inside you!

He pushed himself deep inside.

-Yes-yess! God, that's the best! Satoru! I love your cock! I love it! URGH! ~~

-ROHH! damn it! He shouted, his rhythm was unbearable.

You came with a loud scream almost falling backwards, but Gojo picked you up by your lower back. You let him do what he wanted with you, not having any energy left, he continued to piston up in your oversensitive pussy, all your nerves were on fire. How does he to still be standing, carrying you and hammering like that??

He was chasing his orgasm. His cock was getting deeper and deeper into you, with one last thrust he went deeper, spilling his hot cum deep inside you.

-Fuck!! he roared. YEAH~~.... fuck!

He let himself in even after a few minutes making sure his cum stayed inside you, even when you went home.

After many minutes he slowly pulled out and slumped back in his chair, you still in his arms. His office was completely dark, as night had fallen. You were slowly catching your breath. You began to remove your pantyhose completely torn off under your partner's hands.

-I don't think it's going to do me much good anymore... you say softly.

He laughed.

-Sorry about that, but I was getting too excited.

-Mmmh... you put your panties back on and slowly buttoned up your dress. You took your bag and pointed to the documents on his desk. Don't forget to fill out the last few items.

He turned to you.

-It takes only a few seconds to do that," he laughed.

-What? You said surprised.

-Yes... I didn't really need all your advice, but an excuse for you to stay. He winked at you, like it worked.

You sighed and picked up your bag.

-Well, Gojo Satoru, it was… nice to meet you, you said as you tapped on the folds of your dress.

-Likewise, likewise… he said closing the buckle of his pants. Can't wait to see the next updates... he snickered.

-Good evening, you answered him turning your back and waving.

-Oh and Y/N ! You turned to him. You are welcome, he said putting his vest on.

You smiled and turned back.

You left his office closing behind you. Ah, his secretary had left. You blushed at the thought that she must have heard you.

You exhaled thinking about your pizza. It’s going to be for another day.

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Sorry not sorry ✌︎

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I caught a customer in a lie today, and it was the most vindicating experience I've ever had at this job!

I work at a motel, and because we're understaffed my boss moved the checkout time from 11am to 10am. She did this in 2020, and that has been the policy ever since. We make a point of telling that to every single customer who stays here, but we still get a lot of liars who say they were told checkout was at 11, not 10. I didn't tell them that, my boss (the owner) didn't tell them that, the only other employee who works the front desk has been working here longer than I have and she wouldn't have told them that, but there's no physical proof, so they can claim that they were told 11 by "somebody else," and we can't dispute it. But not today.

Today, at 10:30 I go over and knock on this lady's door to let her know that checkout was at 10. She refused to open the door, instead yelling at me through it that she was told 11. I told her, no, you were told 10, so she changes her story and says "well, your website says 11." Our website is old. It looks like it was made in the early 2000s, because it was, so I think "maybe it does say 11, maybe my boss forgot to update it," because we don't use it; you can't make a reservation online, it tells you to call us for rates and availability. So I tell her that whatever the website says, our policy is still 10am, and she says she won't leave until 11. I don't have time to argue with her, so I go back to the front office and check our website, and WHAT DO YOU KNOW, it doesn't list the check in or check out times ANYWHERE! My boss has changed the hours so many times over the years that she took them off the website entirely because she didn't want to keep editing it!

10:45, I'm filing some paperwork and the lady storms up to the front office and begins rapping on the glass as hard as she can, ignoring the doorbell that says "please ring for service." I let her in, and she starts YELLING about how she's a local, she works at the bar down the street, she's BEST FRIENDS with by boss, and she's been staying here for the last 30 out of her 60 years, and checkout has always been 11, and she doesn't appreciate being woken up early. So I tell her again that checkout is at 10, and has been for over two years, and she tells me to change the website. So I look her right in the eye and say "I just checked the website. It doesn't list the checkout times at all." She scoffs, and I say "if you can pull up our website right now on your phone and show me where it says 11, I'll honor that." And she scoffs again and says it doesn't matter.

"It does matter."

"No it doesn't, even if it says 10 I would have requested a late checkout for 11."

"We don't offer late checkouts. That's our policy, and if you don't like it you can take it up with my boss."

And she goes off on me about how our hours are "really fucking shady," because check in starts at 4pm and check out is by 10am. "What kind of a hotel checks you out at 10? We're supposed to get 24 hours."

"Ma'am, no hotel in America gives you 24 hours."

"Yes they do! Noon to noon!"

"When do you expect the maids to clean the room? If check out is at noon, and check in is at noon, when do the maids clean it? We have 24 rooms, and only 3 maids, they need time to clean them all, unless you want to check into a dirty room that someone just left."

"That's not my problem, I'm PAYING for 24 hours!"

"If you don't like it, you can always stay somewhere else."

"I am," and she storms out of the office without closing the door.

I held my tongue, but it still felt good to stand my ground. No more hospitality. No more Mr. Nice Milo. If you give me shit, I will match your energy. I could have cursed her out, but I rather like having a job, so I just treated her the way she treated me, like an idiot who needs to be talked down to. Lie to my face, will you? Fuck off. We have the lowest prices not just in town but on the entire 110 mile stretch of the Florida Keys, from Key Largo to Key West. If you don't like our policies, you can feel free to stay at another motel that charges twice as much as us, or a hotel that charges five times as much as us, or one of the resorts that charges ten or fifteen times as much as us. You have options! We offer a bed to sleep in and a roof over your head for dirt cheap, plus the cleanest rooms you'll find in Florida (we're the only motel that still cares about covid, and we spray disinfectant in all the rooms every day), no more, no less.

Don't get short with me, bitch. I will fucking end you. You wanna go? Let's go! I'm not holding back anymore. Wanna be an asshole and give me shit? I will shit in your car! I will shit right in the gas tank! Am I being metaphorical? I don't even know! Try me.

[lightvsdark18]

Obey Me- A Thoughtful Gift

Gift idea from missue-miss-blue

The bell rang and everyone got up from their seats, stuffing assignments into their bags and throwing it over their shoulder to leave the classroom. Kate got up from her desk and approached Lucifer who was in the middle of placing papers in a folder.

"Hey Lucifer-" he lifted his head towards her- "would you like to hang out tomorrow?"

"... Tomorrow?" He straightened his back. "I've finished up my work for the student council, so I can afford to take a break, but..." He stared at her, knitting his brows. "Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"Well, I noticed we only really hang out in your room or mine, and don't spend the day out together," she made a excuse.

He stared intensity at her, then responded, "I will take you on the offer. Do you have a specific destination in mind? Wait, don't tell me. I shall know when we go. It it best to save the excitement for later."

"Alright, get ready for a nice day out tomorrow." She smiled brightly.

He chuckled. "I should get going, see you at home." He slid the folder into his bag and moved pass her to the door.

She sighed and grabbed hers, then left the classroom to find Levi and Mammon. Levi greeted her and Mammon quickly came up to her. "Kate! You all right?!" He checked her over.

"Well, duh. Lucifer would never hurt Kate," Levi commented.

"Yeah, but maybe he already found out about what's goin' on! Kate might've blurted out somethin' about the surprise tomorrow," Mammon panicked.

"She's not an airhead like you, Mammon."

"Whatddya say?!"

"Well? How did it go? Mission accomplished?"

"He's looking forward for our tomorrow outing." She grinned, seeing Mammon become shock and congratulated her on initiating the plan while Levi chuckled in relief.

"All right! Tomorrow, I'll keep watch on ya, so nothin' bad happens!" Mammon grew excited.

"Are you a stalker or something? LOL," Levi called him out. Mammon denied, stating he was going to make sure she doesn't get into trouble. Levi thought it sounded fun and decided to join to Mammon's dismay, having Levi point out how he will caught and threw into the freezer, making Mammon agree to him joining.

"I bet people would love getting live updates while we're on this mission. I'll go prepare for it!" Levi turned away and ran off to get prepared for the mission.

"What?" Mammon chased after him.

~~~~

"It's nice to stretch one's legs occasionally. I have been so busy with paperwork that I haven't had time to get out and enjoy the fresh air. Now then, let's see what you've put together as a plan for today, shall we?"

Kate and Lucifer walked down the street with Levi and Mammon following behind them. Lucifer noticed immediately someone following them, looking over his shoulder to see his brothers, but kept quiet to ruin the mood.

She stopped in the front of their destination and tugged his sleeve. "-Hm? Here?" He looked towards the building in front of them. "I see, a movie theater. What movie are we going to see?"

"The Fiery Depths of Hell," she answered and handed him a paper with the description about the movie and who was in it.

"A horror movie. I see. Not a bad cast. It has been a long since I last saw a movie in the theater." He put his arm down and walked to the ticket counter, asking for two tickets.

"Wait, I'll pay." She reached into her purse.

"I always paid. Let's go." He handed her ticket and walked inside with her following after him.

The two walked up to the corner and ordered themselves some popcorn and drink before heading to the theater, getting their tickets checked and sitting down in seats.

Lucifer threw some of his popcorn in his months and gave a faint smile. "There is nothing better than watching a movie with flame-scorched popcorn and sparkling fresh bloody soda. What did you get?" He looked over to her bag of popcorn. "Some hell black honey popcorn? Looks rather sweet. Let me have a taste."

She offered her bag towards him and he took some in his hand to eat. "Hm... It's so sweet that I'm getting a sugar overload. Even so, it's quite addicting." She took a bite and watched the lights dim, then the screen lit up. "The movie is starting."

The two walked out of the theater, chatting about the movie they watched while heading down the street. Kate could hear the two brothers arguing behind them.

"Why do you continue to peer over your shoulder?" She snapped her attention to Lucifer.

"I'm just cold," she lied.

"Would you like to borrow my coat?" He offered.

She waved her hand. "There's no need, I can handle it."

"If you say so. Did you enjoy the movie?"

"Yeah, what about you?"

"Yes, I did. Hm?" The street started getting swarmed with demons walking back and forth. "It seems to have become rather crowded. Give me your hand. We won't get separated this way." She took his hand and squeezed through the crowds behind him.

The crowd didn't seem to be too thick and were able to get pass with little trouble. Kate looked around for a different place to distract him when Luke appeared.

"What?! Kate and Lucifer?! Wh-Wh-Wh-What are you two doing here? A-And you're... holding hands!" Luke yelled in shock.

"We're on a date. Is there a problem?" Lucifer sounded smug.

She looked up at Lucifer with knitted brows. "Um, we're not on a date."

"It isn't? How unfortunate." He frowned in disappointment.

"... I thought I heard a commotion over here. Hey, Lucifer, Kate." The three looked over to see Simeon walking up to them.

"Oh good. The Chihuahua's owner is here." Kate frowned at Lucifer.

"I told you I'm not a Chihuahua!"

"What a coincidence meeting you two here. Oh, that's right. Today is Lucifer's-" Kate's eyes widened and panicked.

"Simeon!" She yelled.

"Hm?... What?"

"You need to cover yourself more, you look cold." She approached him and pulled his shawl cape up to cover his shoulders. "Don't say it, we can let him know." She leaned in to whisper.

"Ooooh! I completely forgot. Thanks." Simeon whispered back.

"Kate, Simeon. What are you going on about?" Lucifer questioned the two.

"Nothing! Nothing at all! It has absolutely nothing to do with you, Lucifer, at all!" Luke grew flustered.

"Hehe, that's right. I just remembered we have something very urgent to attend to, so we must be on our way." Simeon thought of an excuse.

"We had something urgent to do today?"

"Yes, Luke. We have something very, VERY urgent to do, remember?"

Luke gasped. "O-Oh yeah! Uhh, we're very busy! See you later, Kate, Lucifer!" She quietly sighed as the angels ran off.

"... What on earth is wrong with those two?" Lucifer looked over to her. "You seem relieved. Was it inconvenient meeting Like ad Simeon here?"

"No, not at all." She looked away and checked her phone.

"Your face says otherwise. Not to mention, you've been checking the time rather frequently. Something's going on, isn't there? You have been acting strange since yesterday. When do you plan on telling me the reason?"

"I don't know what your talking about." She pretended to act clueless.

"Do you still insist on playing games? You've got a lot of nerve. I never knew you were so stubborn. I didn't want to ruin today's plans, so I pretended not to notice untill now... Come out, you two!"

Levi and Mammon yelled and were dragged out in front of Lucifer. "Ouch! What was that for, Lucifer?! Using your magic to drag us out is unfair, doncha think?" Mammon complained.

"Maaaammoooonn?"

"Th-This ain't what it looks like! Calm down, Lucifer!"

"Lucifer's rage has taken shape! What will become of Mammon?" Levi commented.

"Damnit, Levi! Enough with the commentary!" Mammon yelled.

"I can't deprive my subscribers from such a juicy scene."

"You want to interrupt us that badly, huh? Mammon, Levi." Lucifer glared down at his brothers.

"Eeek! O-Of course not! This is all for your---mmgh?!" Levi quickly covered Mammon's mouth, angry in his expression.

"Shut your big mouth, Mammon. If you say another word, your plans for out in smoke." Levi whispered his threats to his brother as he struggled to speak.

"I shall have you two fess up to everything when I return home. Head home and prepare yourselves," Lucifer ordered.

"Y-Yes, sir!" Mammon got up and ran away.

"... Mission failed. Good try, everyone." Levi quietly got up and walked away from Lucifer and Kate.

Lucifer turned back to Kate and glared down at her. "... Well? Is this some sort of trick?

"I don't know what they were doing." She turned away and shrugged.

"Are you trying to save yourself?" He grabbed her arm and turned her towards him, leaning in close. "Now, tell me the truth, Kate. What have you been planning?"

She slightly panicked on what to say. "I just wanted to spend some time with you in town, I'm not planning anything beside that."

"... Are you telling the truth?

"Yes."

He narrowed his eyes, but straightened up and let her go. "I do not believe you are telling me the whole truth, but I will trust you for now. Only because being with you isn't that bad. Those annoying pests are finally gone. I'll forget what's happened up to this point, so we can start afresh. Now, where are we going next?"

She offered to go shopping and had him choose the store they go into, walking down the street to an accessory shop. Her eyes scanned the store and looked at what they had on display, different jewelry and accessories known to exist.

"It has been a while since I last enjoyed leisurely shopping. Is there anything you're looking to buy, Kate?" He glanced over to her.

"Nothing specific." She looked at some jewelry.

He stood beside her and scanned the items in the glass case with his eyes, pointing out some that caught his attention to the human. "This ouroboros design is very detailed. This necklace... looks a little like Cerberus. This sparkling ring looks like something Asmo would like."

She looked at the items he was showing her and saw a key necklace, staring at the simple but nice looking design.

"Hm? Do you like that necklace, Kate?" She looked up at him. "I shall buy it for you. To show my gratitude for today."

"Oh, you don't have to do that." She shook her head gently.

"But I wish to. I have been enjoying myself and wish to thank you for the offer."

"But I wanted to buy something for you instead," she shyly responded.

"Oh?... If that's the case, I have an idea. We should buy a pair... What's with that look?"

She shook off her expression. "Sorry, I'm just surprised is all."

"No need to be surprised. Shall we present necklaces to each other then?" She nodded. "Hm, we should pick something that suits both of us."

"What about a key necklace for me and a padlock for you?" She suggested.

"Hmm. I like the idea, let's pick the necklaces." Lucifer pointed to the key necklaces to clerk and had them present to him when Kate's phone started going off. She pulled her D.D.D out and turned off the alarm. "Another interruption. What is it? Something urgent?" He asked, sounding a bit annoyed.

"It was nothing, don't worry about it." The clerk showed the padlock necklaces to her and she looked through them.

He stared at her suspiciously, but brushed it off and continued looking through the jewelry. After picking one and paying for it, they handed the gifts to each other and he immediately placed his new necklace on. He offered to put hers on and hooked the chain around her neck.

"Well, why don't we-" he turned to head deeper into the town when she tugged on his sleeve.

"Hey, let's go home."

He turned back and smiled at her. "There's no need to rush. Let's get something to eat before we go." She made a face. "Kate?" He stood in front of her fully. "You're not going to refuse me, are you?"

She frowned. "Sorry, Lucifer. I'm feeling sick right now. Could we go home?"

"Oh. Did the popcorn you have make you sick? Okay, we can go." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and walked her back to the house.

He opened the door and stepped inside to popping and lights flipping on, showing everyone standing in the entrance hall and shouted "happy birthday" to the surprised demon in the doorway.

"I see. That's what's going on." He chuckled.

"Surprised?" She leaned forward, her arms behind her back.

"Very. I had no idea about this." Diavolo laughed and commented on never seeing Lucifer surprised like this for 500 years.

Beel grew more hungry by the minute and Levi complained about him drooling on his head. Lucifer asked where Mammon was and Satan gave up his hiding place, getting a angry complain from the second eldest. Lucifer angrily called his name, but soon calmed down and allowed him off the hook for today.

Everyone gathered in the dining room to start eating and cheering their glasses together. Conversation and laugher filled the room with some complaints on almost being found out and playful teasing here and there. But a night of fun and celebration brought a smile on the eldest's face.

~~~~

The brothers and Kate waved goodbye to the others as they left to return home, thanking them for a great party and saying another "happy birthday" to Lucifer. The brothers headed back to the dining room to clean up, letting Kate have the chance to give Lucifer his birthday gift as he told everyone he was going to his room.

She called out for his attention and informed him to wait for her while she goes and grab his present. He slightly smirked and nodded, climbing the stairs while she went to her room, grabbing the wrapped the painting she made on the table.

She anxiously walked up to his room, knocking on the door and hearing his voice allowing entry, turning the doorknob in her hand and opening the door to step inside. He sat on his bed, sleeves rolled up and coat thrown on the sofa, ruby eyes looking tired.

Her heart pounded against her chest as she approached him and handed the gift. "I hope you like it." He took the gift from her hands. "Unwrap it from the back and flip it over for a dramatic reveal."

He chuckled and laid it face down on the bed, undoing the paper to see the back of the painting. She held her hands together, scared on his reaction. He flipped the painting over, the smile on his lips instantly dropped into a shock expression. A dark skinned woman with lavender hair being surrounded by blue flowers, her eyes were closed and had a smile on her lips like she was in peace.

Kate grew more afraid at his silence, his fingertips brushing along the painting and a tear forming in his eye. Maybe she overstepped a boundary by painting his sister, maybe he dislikes it.

"Thank you..." A hush voice snapped her out of her state of panic. He got up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "Thank you, I love it."

She sighed in relief. "I'm glad, I asked the twins to describe her and Belphie gave me a picture as a reference. I thought it would make for a nice gift."

He pulled away to look at her. "It is, we have very few paintings of her so this is very much appreciated." She smiled.

He turned back to his bed and picked up the painting, smiling so sweetly at the picture. "These flowers, what are they called?" He asked.

"Forget-me-nots." He felt warm on the inside at the flowers' name.

"You'll help me hang it up tomorrow, right?" He glanced over to her and she answered with "of course."

He gave her one hug before she left to return to her room for the night. Lucifer placed the painting on the coffee table and got ready to sleep, continuing to smile happily as he crawled into bed and drifted off to a pleasant sleep.

[sincerelyasomebody]

Mama || Leticia "Letty" Cruz

(GIF: @angels-reyes)

A/N: This was created because I've seen some speculation that Letty may not make it to the end of Season 3 (😭🥺). My mind needed something fluffy to combat this and so this piece came about. Apologises for grammatical errors and please let me know if the Spanish translation needs correcting.

Characters/Pairing(s): Letty x Reader (mother-daughter relationship) ▪︎ Coco x Reader (mention) ☆ Mayans MC (brief mention) ▪︎ OCs (receptionist, mother and son duo) 

Summary: Just a mother protecting her daughter. 

Warnings: brief mention of altercation (male and female), description of injuries, fluff, language, nicknames, painkillers (reference to injury) 

Word Count: 1755

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(Y/N) couldn't believe how busy the roads leading to the local high school were. It was a Wednesday, a little after ten and the streets were just packed with cars. She thought it was ridiculous considering people were usually at their jobs and children were in their age appropriate schools. There was no reason for people to be out and about. 

"The light's been green for five seconds!" she yelled and honked her horn, "move!" The driver in front gave her the finger before taking off, "you're so fucking lucky I've got somewhere to be, asshole!" she called out as she drove in the opposite direction. 

When her phone rang during her break, the last person (Y/N) expected to hear from was the receptionist for Santo Padre High School. According to the woman, Leticia (Letty as she was mostly referred to) had been in an altercation with another student and her parents or caregivers were requested to come and meet with the principal. Rachel, the receptionist, mentioned trying to reach her father but going straight to voicemail. With (Y/N) being listed as an emergency contact she was called. 

(Y/N) immediately asked about Letty, but was told that specific details couldn't be discussed over the phone. She found that odd, but accepted it (for the time being) and informed Rachel that she would be there as quickly as she could. After hanging up, she grabbed her belongings and told her manager she had a family emergency to attend to. She was cleared and (Y/N) informed him that she would be taking a week off as well and would keep them updated on her situation. 

From the moment she received the call to the time she pulled up in front of the high school, her thoughts revolved around Letty. Being with Coco for several years allowed (Y/N) to gain some insight to the type of life he had been subjected to. Through a lot of tears, constant reassurance and love (Y/N) was able to break through his tough exterior and get him to believe she was in it for the long haul. When (Y/N) was told by him about his daughter being in a similar environment to what he was in growing up, she demanded him to bring her home.

The second she laid eyes on Letty she saw Coco's features and personality shine through. (Y/N) didn't expect the teenager to respect or trust her right off the bat, but she made sure to let her know that she was here if she needed someone to talk to and gave her space. With every door slam, harsh comment and glare sent her way, (Y/N) continued being herself and showed Letty she wasn't a threat. It was challenging, especially when Coco left on runs, but she pushed through. Eventually the teenager began to accept her father's girlfriend without second guessing her. 

(Y/N) stepped into the main office and found a woman standing beside a teenage boy, who held some paper towels to his nose and had a couple of scratches on his face. She moved closer and realised the pair were towering over Letty who sat in the corner and was looking down at her lap. Clenching her jaw, she strode over to the trio. 

"Get the fuck away from my daughter!" she glared at the duo and turned around to Letty, who was now standing, "mi niña, are you okay?" she kissed her forehead and cupped her cheeks, "Leticia?" 

The teenager nodded, "uh… y-yeah, I'm fine," she went to move (Y/N)'s hands but winced, "completely fine." 

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the state of Letty's hands. They were most likely bruised and what shocked her even more was that there was no ice-pack beside her seat. The boy clearly had been given assistance, but her baby girl hadn't and that pissed her off.

"Rachel!" she called out and a woman appeared around the corner, "you're the one who called me right?" 

"Yes." 

"And, you said you couldn't go over specific details of what happened over the phone?" 

"That's correct." 

(Y/N) nodded and gestured towards Letty's hands, "well I'm here now and would like an explanation on why my daughter hasn't been treated and that young man has?" When the mother tried to give a reason, she raised a hand in her face, "this doesn't concern you, this conversation is between Rachel and I." 

Rachel gulped and could feel the anger radiating off of (Y/N), "well… uh, he was bleeding and –"

"Were there other staff members present?" she asked and when she was given a nod, she continued, "why couldn't they have provided medical assistance to my daughter?" 

"She… didn't tell us she was hurt, ma'am, she said she was fine so –"

"Bitch do her hands look fine to you?" 

The mother scoffed, "at least we know where your daughter gets her attitude from." 

(Y/N) turned to her, "shut up, nobody asked for your ass to speak," she gestured towards her son, "the reason your son's looking like a fucked up tomato is completely justified I can vouch for that." 

"Are you kidding me?" She shrieked and pointed to his face, "he's most likely got a broken nose and there's scratches on his face!"

"Exactly, be glad my daughter didn't have a screwdriver on her." (Y/N) replied and almost laughed at the disbelief on the woman's face, "your son deserved every scratch, bruise and possible broken bone."

"Excuse me!?" 

(Y/N) ignored her and turned back around to face Rachel, "Letty and I will be leaving now."

"Mrs Fraser hasn't seen –" 

"My main concern right now is my daughter's well-being," she told her, "and you've got my details on file so I'm sure Mrs Fraser can contact me at a later date." 

Rachel spoke again, "please if you'd just –"

"No." 

(Y/N) picked up Letty's bag and walked over to the desk, with Letty trailing behind her. She quickly signed out on the tablet and the pair walked out of the building. Reaching her car, (Y/N) unlocked it and helped Letty into the passenger seat. Closing her door, she rushed to the driver's side and got in. 

She helped Letty buckle up, before buckling herself in, "everything okay, sweets?" 

"Yeah… uh, thanks." was the response she received, before she started up the car and pulled out of the school parking lot while explaining where they were off to next. 

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"He's always talking shit," Letty explained to (Y/N) about the guy in the office, "it was about time someone shut him up." 

"And you were the person to do so?" 

She shrugged her shoulders, "he ran his mouth and then touched me, so I beat his ass." 

"Two for one special?" 

"Pretty much." 

(Y/N) chuckled, "when your hands heal up, we'll ask one of the guys to teach you a few moves in the ring, thankfully your hands are just bruised and not broken." 

"They still hurt like a bitch." 

"You've got another two hours before you can drink some more painkillers." 

"What would've happened if Coco answered the phone?" Letty questioned.

(Y/N) shook her head, "honey, I don't even think I wanna know what would've happened," she noticed the teen wince, "are you okay?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you sure?"

She huffed, "I'm fine, okay? I was fine when you picked me up. I was fine when we went to the doctor's office. I was fine at the grocery store and I was fine the last time you asked me." 

(Y/N) nodded and pulled into their driveway, putting the car in park, "I'm not gonna apologise about asking how you're feeling. I'm just – I just want to make sure you're okay. But, now I'll stop because I can see I'm annoying you." 

"Yeah, you are." 

She chuckled, "okay, I'll stop, but you'll tell –" 

Letty sighed, "yes, I'll tell you. You really take this parenting thing seriously. I mean… you've been referring to me as your daughter all day and I–I'm not. But you defended me –" 

"And I always will." 

" – against Kyle, his mum and even the receptionist. I–I've never had that before. And, even at the doctor's office you made sure I was seen by a female because you knew it'd make me more comfortable." 

"Letty?" 

"You treat me like I'm yours and you called me your daughter and I… I don't know, I just," she took a deep breath, shook her head and looked out of the window.

(Y/N) waited for her to continue, but she didn't. Thinking back on today's events, she realised she had referred to Letty as her own. She had been doing it in her mind for so long and didn't realise she had said it out in the open. Letty had heard her reference and it seemed to make her uncomfortable and that was something she vowed she wouldn't do. 

"When I started dating your dad he told me about the kids he had. He told me that he wasn't involved in their lives because being away from them was for the best. I asked him what would happen if one day a kid reached out and his response was "if they do, they do. I ain't gonna turn them away", (Y/N) spoke up, "and then you reached out, sweetums. You reached out and your dad took that as a sign. From the moment you entered our lives, it's been a whirlwind of emotions. We're not this picture perfect family, but we're our own version. Despite being almost an adult, Coco still views you as his baby girl. And, honestly, I've been viewing you the same way."

Letty sniffed and looked up, "really?" 

"Absolutely, gorgeous. The moment you stepped through that door you became mine as well," (Y/N) pointed at the front door of their home, before turning to her, "but that doesn't matter if you're not okay with it. I'm not trying to force you to be –" 

"I'm Coco's daughter," she cut in and smiled at (Y/N), "and now I'm yours too." 

(Y/N) beamed with joy and unbuckled her seatbelt, and Letty's, reaching over the middle console to bring the teen into her arms. Letty wrapped her arms around (Y/N), breathing in her (scent). The woman chuckled and kissed her cheek, "I love you, baby girl." 

Letty pulled her closer, "I love you too, mama." 

-♤ - ♡ - ◇ - ♧ - 

Spanish Translations: 

Mi niña - my girl / baby girl

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Mistakes - Chapter 4

Masterlist

You’d known it was a bad idea to get involved with Javier Peña. You were just another notch on his bedpost but you were a notch he kept revisiting. You know you should have stopped it, declined his offers to rock your world but you couldn’t and now you had to deal with the consequences. Consequences that you knew he would refuse to accept.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Sex

Pairings: Javier Peña x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

~

Javier had been back at work for almost two weeks.

Neither of you had spoken about that night since it had happened. Clearly, his memories returning to him had been fairly traumatic as he then struggled to know how to be around you after that. You hadn’t kissed again. You'd barely spoken. You just cohabited and you were finding it too difficult. So that's why you had come to the decision that you had.

Chucho had returned to Texas after Javier had started back at work and you had found yourself on Steve and Connie’s couch more and more, crying into one of their shoulders as you lost all hope that Javier would return to you.

You had hoped that the kiss and him, somewhat, remembering you would have helped move things forward but all it had done was make things worse and so after two weeks of silent suffering, watching him battle with his internal demons you’d decided that enough was enough. So you found yourself sitting on his couch, Alicia at the Murphy’s. You needed to be able to have a quick exit after you told him what you were about to.

Javier’s key turning in the lock grabbed your attention and after taking a few steadying breaths you stood from your seat and turned so that you were facing him as he entered, catching his eye as he looked up from throwing his coat and keys on the table.

‘Everything okay?’ He asked after a few moments, noting your nervous demeanour ‘Where’s Alicia?’

‘With Connie and Steve.’ You stated as you rubbed your sweaty palms on the front of your jeans.

‘Why?’

‘Because I need to speak with you and I didn’t want there to be any interruptions.’ You answered, your gaze never leaving him as he moved through his home, grabbings a beer from the fridge and offering you one which you refuse.

‘What do you want to talk about?’ He asked casually. If he was nervous about what you were about to say he didn’t show it.

‘I’m moving out.’ You got straight to the point and he stopped dead in his tracks, attention now on you fully.

‘What?’

‘I can’t do this anymore Javier.’ You declared, trying hard to keep your voice from wobbling ‘I can’t keep pretending that I am okay with all of this’ You continued as you signalled your hand around ‘I can’t stay here and endure the hurt of waiting for the man I love to come back to me. I thought that night that we were making progress but then you remembered a few things and now we’re back to you being closed off and distant with me.’ You paused, scrubbing a shaky hand over your face to wipe away your traitorous tears ‘So I’m done. I put in a request for a larger apartment a few days ago and it was granted.’

‘Wait so where are you moving to?’ He questioned, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

‘To a building a little closer to the embassy.’ You explained and he shook his head, anger now bubbling beneath the surface.

‘No, you can’t do this.’ He growled ‘You can’t leave. You can’t take her from me.’

‘I’m not taking her from you, Javier.’ You snapped ‘You will still be able to see her but I need to do what's best for me or I’m going to suffocate.’

‘I just need time-’

‘I’ve given you nothing but time Javi.’ You sobbed ‘Almost 3 months of it! But it’s clear to me that you regaining any memory of me is not your priority and so I need to remove myself from all this…’ You paused as you looked him dead in the eye ‘From you.’

‘Come on wait.’ He pleaded ‘Let's at least talk about this. I don’t want you to leave.’

‘Well, it doesn't feel like you want me here all the much either Javier so…’

‘When are you moving?’

‘I already have!’ You declare and his eyes grew wide before he sprinted to the nursery, noting that it's empty ‘The embassy moved mine and Alicia’s things to the new apartment today. I asked Connie to watch her whilst I spoke with you. I’ll collect her once we’re done here and that will be that.’

‘So what… You thought the best way to spring this on me was to tell me the day you’ve already left me?’

‘I didn’t expect it all to process so quickly. Give me some fucking credit Javier I have been pretty honest and upfront with you from the beginning.’ You snarled as you pointed an accusing finger at him ‘I tried to talk with you after everything and you shut me out so the way I look at it. You brought this on yourself.’

He stood there seething. Chest heaving as the two of you glared at each other, neither one breaking the intense eye contact that you were locked into. When he said nothing more you took that as your cue to leave, nothing more needed to be said.

‘Goodbye Javier.’

‘No, I’m not letting this happen.’ He sobbed, tears falling freely now as he grabbed you before you’d managed to walk out the door ‘You can’t just leave. I need you. Don't leave me.’

'You don't need me, Javier. You've made that perfectly clear.' You sob, heart breaking at the way he was looking at you but you knew it wasn't because you were leaving.

'You can't do this.'

Pulling your arm from his grasp, you shrugged your coat back into place and looked at him one final time.

‘Watch me.’

~

1 Month Later...

‘Where the fuck is Peña?’ You snapped, as you threw Steve a cold look.

‘He called in sick.’ He replied, shrugging his shoulders but his expression didn't match the action.

‘Sick?’ You questioned ‘What’s wrong with him this time?’

Steve shrugged again and you scoffed, downing the last of your coffee before standing and making your way out of the office you shared. You knew that Steve knew more than he was letting on but you found it difficult to care.

Things had been difficult between you and Peña since you had moved out. He’d spoken to you only to get updates on the baby and regarding work. You had agreed on a schedule where he could have her for a few hours in the evenings before Connie collected her and brought her back to you. It was easier than attempting to exchange pleasantries that neither of you wanted to share.

After refilling your coffee you stormed back into the office where your anger-filled rant continued.

‘You know that he’s refused to have Alicia the last few evenings?’ You growled as you angrily stirred your drink ‘One minute he’s begging me not to take her away and now he refuses to see her.’ You stop to take a sip of your drink before you resumed ‘And the worst part is, is that she won’t settle now because she hasn’t seen him. She got into a routine and now it's fucked. Can't the man just man the fuck up and take responsibility for his child at least?’

‘Perhaps you should cut him some slack.’ Snapped Steve, taking you by surprise ‘The man was used to seeing his infant daughter whenever he wanted and now he gets her a few hours an evening? He’s a fucking mess and no wonder. He misses his daughter, he misses you, though he’d never admit it, and he’s all alone now with very little memory of the last year of his life! I get that you’re upset but the two of you need to sort this shit out.’ He scooped up the folders on his desk and abruptly stood from his chair ‘I’m sick of watching and I’m sick of being in the middle of it. Talk to him.’

You were stunned by Steve’s outburst. You stood there frozen to the spot as you meditated on his words and you realised that you’d once again been so caught up with your own pain that you had ignored his. Grabbing your purse you fumbled around until you found what it was you had been looking for and after telling the office assistant that you needed to run an errand you were out of the door and sprinting to your truck.

You needed to speak to him.

…

It didn’t take you long to get to Javier’s apartment but after banging on the door for some time you knew he wasn't home and so you rushed up the stairs. Connie answered her door after three knocks and was shocked, to say the least, when she found you stood there.

‘What are you doing here?’ She inquired as she nervously shifted on her feet

‘I wanted to talk and to check on Alicia.’

‘Oh um…’

‘Connie, what is it?’ You questioned, noting her shifty behaviour.

‘She’s not here.’ She declared and your eyes grew wide.

‘What?’

‘She’s with Javi.’ She said as you barged past her ‘He came to see me, he was an absolute wreck and when he saw she was with me he begged me to let him have her for the day.’

‘Connie you can’t just let her go off-’

‘With her father?’ She snapped and you turned to face her ‘Hun he’s her dad and he’s been broken since you left. He hadn’t even known she was here when he arrived but when he saw her he sobbed.’

‘You should have told me.’

‘You’re right I should have and I’m sorry.’ She asserted ‘If I’m being honest I wasn't expecting you back so soon.’

‘Yeah well, I actually came to talk to Peña.’ You confessed, noting her shocked expression ‘Your husband kinda yelled at me about how I’d been acting and I realised I may have been a little harder on him than he deserved.’

‘He misses you.’

‘He misses Alicia.’ You scoffed, rolling your eyes when she shook her head.

‘Well yes but he misses you too.’ She continued, taking a seat at her kitchen table ‘He realised that he’d dealt with everything so wrong. He wanted to reach out but didn’t know how to. Over the weekend we helped him with a few things for the nursery, he wanted to get some new furniture just in case he finally got Alicia overnight and as we were building it he just broke. Sobbed his heart out to us. Please, just give him a chance to prove he’s sorry.’

You nodded as you mulled over her words, knowing that you needed to take steps to repair your fractured relationship with your child's father. Perhaps baby steps were the best way to go.

‘Okay. Can you drop Alicia off when he gets back? She’s got a check-up appointment and so do I.’

‘Sure thing you.’ Connie returned, smiling sweetly at you as she walked you to the door.

~

Standing by the car looking at your baby girl in her seat you felt your heart ache a little. You knew that this was the right thing to do but that hadn't made it any easier. You'd gone to your appointment and after being given the news that everything was perfect you'd gone home and prepared her a bag. A few bottles of breast milk, formula, diapers, changes of clothes and her favourite stuffed toy.

‘Right baby girl now I want you to be good for Papi okay?’ You said as you lifted her from her car seat and placed her in the carrier ‘I’m going to miss you like crazy but I know that you’ll have so much fun and I’ll see you tomorrow.’ You finished as you slung her bag over your shoulder and lifted her carrier before ascending the steps of the building you had once called home.

Making your way to his front door you knocked three times and waited.

Nothing.

You scrunched your face in confusion as you knocked again only to once again be greeted with no answer. You placed your ear on the door where you heard what sounded like Javier crying out and your stomach dropped. Without thinking you slotted the key you still had for his apartment into the lock and opened it quietly, leaving Alicia and her bag tucked safely behind the large potted plant beside his door. Pulling your gun from the holster at your waist you entered his home, weapon drawn and ready.

What received you made you sob.

Javier was laying on the floor, a redhead bear beneath him and both of them were coated in a thin layer of sweat. Your stomach twisted as you stumbled back, gun dropping to the floor with a thud which then grabbed Peña’s attention. His blissed-out expression soon turning into something completely different.

‘Shit.’ He breathed before you snapped back to reality and looked at him with an expression that broke him completely before you fumbled for your gun and turned to leave ‘Wait.’ He called out to you as he pulled on his jeans and sprinted after you, catching up as you made it to your truck, the baby in your arms ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I came to give you Alicia for the night.’ You stated, looking at him now with a stone-cold expression ‘Connie told me how broken you'd been without her and how much you missed her. I felt bad that you had only been getting her for a few hours in the evenings so thought that maybe this would cheer you up a little’ You proceeded ‘She said you missed me too but clearly that's not true.’

‘I do.’ He stated and you snorted in response before pulling open the back door to your truck, placing Alicia in her seat.

‘Right.’

‘Fuck, I do.’ He roared, instantly regretting it when Alicia started to bellow ‘Look I’m sorry you saw what you saw. It meant nothing. I met her at the bar and we got to talking and-‘

‘You ended up fucking her on the floor.’ You snapped as you threw Alicia’s bag in the footwell and started to make your way to the driver's side door 'Some things never change eh Peña?'

‘Will you just stop.’ He begged, grabbing your arms and spinning you so you were facing him.

‘Why Javier? Why should I do anything for you?’ You sobbed ‘You say you miss me? Well someone who misses someone doesn’t then proceed to fuck a randomer he meets in a bar. He tries to talk to said person and maybe work things out.’

‘Would you have talked to me?’

‘Why do you think I’m here Javier?’ You growled ‘I wanted to talk... To try and have some sort of relationship with you, for our daughter's sake whether that was friends or something more but now… Now I’m done.’

‘Can I still have her tonight?’ He pleaded, eyes then falling on his screaming infant in the back seat of your truck.

‘No.’ You spat, shoving him back and jumping into your truck before locking the doors ‘We’ll work something out but I won't have my baby around one of your whores Javier. I rule the line at that.’

Turning the ignition you threw it into drive and you disappeared, leaving him stood there staring off after you. After a few numb moments, he allowed himself to cry, hands covering his face as he fell to his knees and allowed everything he'd been holding in to flow freely and that's what it took.

Looking up at the dark stain on the concrete pavement ahead.

He remembered everything.

~

Part 5

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Folklore [song series]

my tears ricochet

Modern Day AU! Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff; Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years

[warnings: death, and funeral]

word count: 4829

[a/n: sorry for such a long wait. I've been busy. I thought once I was done for the semester I would have a lot more time to work on my stories, but if anything my summer break has been more hectic. Just because I haven't been posting, doesn't mean I haven't been working on them. Just know that I am working on the new chapters for this and for TKWBA, just need a bit of patience from you all. Also thank-you for the continue love and support on all my work]

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Age: 21

Year: Sep. 2015

Location: Brooklyn, NY & Stanford, CA

Elizabeth was sat at her desk doing her homework. She was anxiously waiting for Steve's call about the baby arriving. He had called her two hours prior to let her know that Natasha had gone into labor, and they were at the hospital. Steve told her that he'd call her as soon as he heard the news. She tried her hardest to focus on her homework, but she found herself constantly checking her phone for any updates.

Suddenly her phone started going off. She instantly picked it up and answered the call.

"Is the baby here?" She immediately asked.

"Liz," Steve choked out.

"Steve, what's wrong?" She could hear the distress in his voice.

"Natasha, she," he tried to say but the words got caught in his throat, and she could hear the soft cries.

"Steve, breathe," she tries to calm him down the best she could without actually physically being with him.

Elizabeth was simultaneously trying to keep herself calm, and not rush into any assumptions.

"She died," he said after calming himself down enough to tell her what happened.

"She died?"

"I guess there were complications, he tells her, still unsure of what exactly happened.

Steve hadn't thought to ask further into what exactly happened when Bucky's mom called to tell him the devastating news. He couldn't wrap his head around what she was telling him. He just never imagined that this would be the outcome of his best friend welcoming his first child into the world.

Steve clears his throat trying to force the lump back down.

"I'm catching the next flight out to New York," he tells Elizabeth, "I just gotta be there for Bucky."

"Yeah, of course," she says, completely understanding.

"I know you can't exactly fly out now, without letting your professors know, so as soon as I find out all the funeral," his throat catches at the word, he takes a small breath, "all the funeral information I'll let you know."

"Okay that works," she agrees.

"Okay. I haven't to pack real quick and get to the airport within the next hour," he tells her.

"Okay, I'll let you go."

"Wait, Steve," she calls out before he could hang up.

"Yeah?"

"I love you," she says with a shaky voice.

"I love you too, so much," he says, "I'll text you when I board the plane."

After one final goodbye, Steve hangs up the phone.

The flight seemed like Steve's longest one he's ever been on. As soon as he landed he quickly grabbed his carry on, the only thing aside from his backpack that he brought with him. Elizabeth had messaged him letting him know that she could bring more of his stuff once she flies out.

Steve made his way out of the airport to find his mom waiting for him by her car. He quickly made his way towards her and wrapping his arms around her.

On the drive to Bucky's apartment Steve sent Liz a text letting her know he landed. He then called Bucky's mom to let her know he was on the way.

"Thank-you for coming out Steve," Winnie thanks him, "The baby is just about to get discharged, we should be at the apartment before you get there."

"Of course, I'll see you guys soon," he says hanging up the phone.

Steve then sends a quick email to his boss and professors explains his absence and why he'll most likely be gone for a couple of weeks.

An hour later Steve's mom was stopping outside of Bucky's building.

"Let them know I'm here if they need anything," his mom tells him before he exists the car, "I'll come back at noon with lunch for everyone."

"Thanks Mom," he says leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Steve exists the car leaving his bags with his mom. He takes one final breath before walking to the front doors. Steve presses the call button for Bucky's apartment and was immediately buzzed in.

As soon as he reaches Bucky's door, he knocks quietly. The door opens and he's welcomed by Rebecca. He takes in the sullen face on the teenage girl.

"Hey Bec," he says.

"Hi," she quietly says, as they hug each other in the door way.

When they pull apart she steps aside letting him inside.

"It's just my parents and I here. Bucky didn't want to deal with a lot of people right now," she explains to Steve.

"Steve," he hears from his left, Keith, Bucky's stepdad makes his way out of the small kitchenette over to him, and embracing him, "Thank-you so much for coming. We know you're a very busy person."

Before Steve could respond Bucky's mom Winnie walks into the living room.

"Oh Steve," she immediately wraps her arms around him.

"Thank-you so much for coming on such a short notice," she says. Steve could hear the shakiness in her voice. He could tell she was trying to keep it together. No doubt the last 12 hours being the most stressful and emotional she's ever been.

"There's no need to thank me. This is where I need to be," he tells them.

"Let us at least pay you back for the flight," Keith says.

"No, don't worry about that," Steve waves him off, "I had a lot of miles that needed to be used."

"Well, thank-you again," Keith nods his head, understanding where Steve was coming from.

"You can go on ahead Steve. Bucky is waiting for you in the nursery," Winnie tells him, giving him an assuring nod, he nods back making his way towards the nursery.

The short walk seemed like it was much longer. Steve has never felt so nervous in his life. When he approaches the closed door, he softly knocks on it.

"Come in," Bucky calls from inside.

Steve walks in, closing the door behind him. He's immediately greeted by Bucky sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room, feeding his newborn daughter.

"Hey," Steve softly says, not sure what to say.

"Hey," Bucky greeted Steve with a sad smile.

It had been 12 hours later and it still didn't feel real to Bucky. The hospital had even offered the chance for him and Poppy to stay a couple of days, but all Bucky wanted to do was to go home and get away from the hospital. But now being back in the apartment without Natasha was surreal. He was trying his best to keep it all in, at least while the baby is awake and needs him.

He was determined in being the one that cared for her, even when his mom offered to take care of her for a few hours while he gets some rest. He assured her that he needed to do this. He had to do it alone, because he knew that soon enough it would just be him and Poppy.

Bucky was very grateful when he heard Steve was flying out. He felt like Steve was the only one he could really talk to about everything going on.

Steve was still standing by the door, just watching his best friend be a dad for the first time. He had no idea what to say in this kind of situation. The words were caught in his throat the moment he actually saw Bucky.

"Thanks for coming," Bucky says breaking the silence. Steve immediately looks away from the baby to meet Bucky's eyes.

"You would've done the same thing," Steve says, "And like I've said before, I'll always be here for you."

"I don't care how far, I'll always be on that first flight to you," Steve continues, he glances down at the now sleepy baby, "You're my brother Buck."

There was a moment of silence between the young men. Both understanding what the other one means with such few words.

Steve watched as Bucky gently placed the sleepy baby on his shoulder to burp her.

"It suits you," Steve quietly remarks.

"What?" Bucky looked up at him confused.

"Fatherhood, it suits you," Steve says again, stepping closer to his friend.

"You think?" Bucky looks back down at the now sleeping baby.

"Yeah. I know it's only been less than a day, but you look natural. Make it look easy."

"Thanks," Bucky smiled, getting up for the he chair and walking over to the crib to gently place Poppy in.

Steve walked over, standing next to Bucky, watching the little one sleep peacefully.

"What's her name?" Steve whispered, realizing that he hadn't found out what the name of the baby was.

"Poppy James Barnes," Bucky proudly says.

"That's cute," Steve commented, he placed his right hand on Bucky's left shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

Bucky looked over at Steve and they both nodded their heads in agreement, before falling into an embrace.

"I am so sorry," Steve quietly says.

"It happened so quick, she barely even got to see the baby," Bucky quietly cried into Steve's shoulder, "I never even thought of this would be the outcome. I never imagined I'd be coming home solo with the baby."

Steve tightened his embrace on Bucky, just listening to his friend.

"I don't know how I'm going to do this Steve. I don't know how I'm going to raise her without her mom. I'm trying to keep it together to not worry my mom, but fuck Steve, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm scared I'll screw this all up. I'm scared I'll screw her up.

"I'm so scared Steve," Bucky cries.

"It's okay to be scared," Steve tries his best to comfort Bucky, "I'd be more concerned if you weren't scared. This is entirely new territory for you. You're raising a child, a child who unfortunately no longer has her mother. That alone is a fucking terrifying thing to go through.

"It's not going to be easy. There's no point in lying to you, and saying it will. You and I both that won't be the truth. But if there's anyone I know who could do this, it's you Buck. You're the strongest person I know. Whatever has happened before this doesn't matter. The only thing that matters now is that little girl. And I know damn well you're going to give her the best life she will ever have," Steve pulls away from Bucky and holds onto his shoulders.

"And you're not alone in this. You have a lot of people who care about you, and now Poppy. You will never be alone. You'll always have someone to call, someone to help you. You're crazy to think we would ever leave you to do this alone. We're here, and we're not going anywhere. You and Poppy will never have to be alone. She might not have her mom, but she's got you, and I know damn well you won't ever let her wonder what being without one parent truly feels like.

"You've got this Buck," Steve assures him, "And we're here every step of the way."

"Thanks Steve," Bucky sniffles, wiping the tears away.

"No need to thank me," Steve smiles, "Now why don't you go take a nap. Get some rest. We're here if Poppy wakes up."

"Yeah I could use some sleep," Bucky yawns, his adrenaline from the last 12 hours fading away.

Steve walks Bucky to his bedroom and watches as he gets into his bed, and quickly falls asleep. He quietly closes the door behind him, with the baby monitor in one hand checking to make sure Poppy is still asleep.

He walks back into the living room, placing the monitor by the tv for everyone to see and hear.

"They're both asleep," Steve announces to the room.

"Oh thank goodness," Winnie sighs, "James hasn't taken a moment to rest since everything happened."

"Knowing Bucky, we'll probably have to be forcing him to rest for the next couple of weeks," Steve says.

"I just got off of the phone with Natasha's father," Keith said walking back inside the apartment.

"What did he say?" Winnie asked.

"He said that the funeral is all up to us," Keith sighs, "Something about how Natasha made her own path with getting pregnant, and that once she left she was no longer his responsibility."

"He really said that?" Winnie asked mortified.

"I'm afraid so," Keith sighed, "I tried reasoning with him saying we would handle everything financially and he can come to the funeral but he said no."

"What kind of father doesn't show up to his own daughter's funeral," Winnie shakes her head in complete disbelief.

"Explains why Natasha was the way she was," Rebecca whispered, so that only Steve could hear her.

He reluctantly agrees.

Two weeks later

Elizabeth was helping Steve with his tie in his childhood bedroom. She had flown in yesterday for today's funeral services. Elizabeth had gotten in late last night, so she still hasn't seen Bucky or Poppy yet. She was a let to get a week off of work and her professors gave her an extension on her assignments when she explained to them what happened.

"I still can't believe Natasha's dad isn't going," she says as she straightens out Steve's tie.

"Bucky's mom is still holding out hope that he shows up," Steve says.

"What does Bucky think of it all?" Elizabeth asks.

"He's not worrying about it," Steve explains, looking over himself in the mirror, "His only concern right now is Poppy and only Poppy. If Nat's dad shows up then he does. But as of now Bucky has made the decision that he will not be in Poppy's life. Not until he proves himself."

"That's very mature," she says grabbing her purse.

"This Buck is like a whole new one you've never seen before. Fatherhood has made him a thousand times more grown up these last couple of weeks."

"That's good."

"Ready to go?" Steve asked her, grabbing the keys to his mom's car.

"Yup," Elizabeth says following Steve out.

Bucky had asked Steve to pick him and Poppy up, and Steve had of course agreed.

They arrived to Bucky's apartment in fifteen minutes. Walking up to Bucky's door they could hear a lot of commotion coming from inside. Steve used the key Bucky gave him to let himself and Elizabeth in.

As soon as they walked in they were greeted by the sounds of a baby crying.

"Buck?" Steve called out.

"We're in here," he calls from the nursery.

They go to the nursery to find Bucky looking frazzled while trying to change Poppy's diaper.

"I'm so sorry. I'm running so behind," Bucky tells them, glancing over his shoulder quickly,

"Poppy didn't sleep well last night. And nothing I've tried has been working."

"It's okay Buck, just take your time," Steve calmly says.

"I still need to shower, shave, and get dressed," Bucky rambles, "She's going to need another change of clothes because she spat all over herself, and my mom only bought this one outfit for today."

"Hey Bucky, calm down," Elizabeth calmly spoke up, placing her hand on his back, "Take a breath."

Bucky felt the warmth and comfort from Liz's touch. He listens to what she says and takes a deep breath.

"Okay good," she says, "now you go get ready. Steve and I got this."

"Okay," he nods his head, handing the baby over to Elizabeth, "thank-you."

"Of course," she softly smiles at him, "now go get ready."

Bucky quickly makes his way out of the room and into his own to get ready.

Elizabeth looks down at the small baby in her arms. She could see so much of Bucky in the baby with hints of Natasha. It was a little strange for her to be holding Bucky's baby and it not being her baby as well. Not that she ever wanted to get back together with Bucky, because she didn't. There was just a little voice in her head, that of her teenage self, saying how it was supposed to be them, doing this together.

She quickly shut the voice down.

Elizabeth was incredibly sympathetic of Bucky's situation. All she wanted to do was be there for him, as a friend. She wanted Bucky to succeed as a father, and she would do what she could to make that happen.

Steve silently watched Elizabeth watching Poppy. He couldn't really read her expression. He hates to admit it to himself, especially with everything going on, but he was slightly worried about how Liz would react to all of this. He had faith in their relationship, of course he trusted her immensely. But he still couldn't help but feel like she might decide to leave him for Bucky. Elizabeth turned around to see Steve looking at her with a distant look in his eyes.

"You good?" She gently asked, breaking him from his self-destructive thoughts.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah," she nods her head, handing the baby over to him, "I'm going to try and find her a new outfit.

"Okay," Steve says sitting down with the baby.

"I love you," Liz quietly says to Steve, knowing what could possibly going through his mind, if hers was also wandering.

"I love you," Steve replies back, finding himself relaxing at just hearing those three words, any doubt slipping away.

30 minutes later Bucky was ready to go. He walked out to the living room where he found Steve and Elizabeth sitting with each other holding the baby. He paused for a moment taking in the scene in front of him. He felt a sense of warmth and low flow through him as his closest friends admire his daughter. In that moment he knew he had made the right decision in what he would tell them next.

Steve glanced up to see Bucky leaning against the frame of the hallway.

"Ready?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, but I actually wanted to ask you two something before we go," Bucky says walking over and sitting on a chair next to the couch.

"Sure, what's up?" Steve leans forward, leaning on his knees, giving Bucky his full attention.

Elizabeth tears her eyes away from Poppy to also give Bucky her full attention. She smiles at him, letting him know he could continue on.

"I first and foremost just want to thank you Steve, for what probably is the hundredth time," Bucky says, "I know you have a lot going on with work and school. So I really appreciate everything you've done for me and for Poppy. And you too Elizabeth, I know you're incredibly busy especially with law school prep. And with everything that's happened between-"

"Don't," she stopped him, "What's past is past."

"Well anyways, thank-you," Bucky says, "Now here comes what I wanted to ask you two. There's no other two people I wouldn't trust more with Poppy. So I wanted to ask if you would be her godparents?"

"Really?" Elizabeth asked taken back by Bucky's request.

"Yes," he nods his head, "There's no one else I wouldn't trust with her if anything happens. It'll help me sleep better knowing she'll have two people who'll love her like I would. Two people who have so much love between them, that I know will always be together."

Both Steve and Elizabeth were taken back by Bucky's last statement. They knew Bucky had accepted their relationship, but to actually have him not only say it out loud but to practically give them his blessing, it meant the world to the couple.

Steve and Elizabeth both share a look with tears glistening in their eyes. Elizabeth nods her head.

Steve turns back to Bucky, "We'd be honored to be Poppy's godparents."

Elizabeth and Steve stood up to hug Bucky. All filled with a wide range of emotions. Bucky felt a huge sense of comfort after asking Liz and Steve to be Poppy's godparents. He knew he made the right decision, and he knew he could now sleep better at night knowing his daughter would be taken care of. And by two people he knows can love her the way he does.

After what happened with Natasha, Bucky just wanted to make sure Poppy would be taken care of. If she couldn't have her parents, then she would have the closest thing to having parents. And Bucky knows Steve and Elizabeth would be amazing parents.

That alone allowed him to be at peace for whatever may happen.

Arriving to the funeral location Bucky felt his nerves start to spike. He sat in the backseat looking out the window at the familiar faces walking into the chapel.

"You okay?" Elizabeth asked turning in her seat, after Steve parked the car.

"I don't know if I can do this," he mutters, glancing towards the sleeping baby in the car seat next to him.

"We'll be right next to you along the entire way," Liz calmly says.

"If you feel too overwhelmed we'll leave whenever you want," Steve tells him, "We won't stay if you absolutely can't handle it. No one will hold it against you."

"Okay," Bucky takes a deep breath.

"Stay here, I'll get the stroller out," Steve says, getting out of the car.

"No one is expecting you to be brave, Buck," Elizabeth says, "You're allowed to be vulnerable. You're allowed to show emotions."

He nods his head, taking in what she's telling him.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small necklace. Clutching onto it as if his life depended on it.

Elizabeth catches the small 'N' on it, realizing that that was the necklace Natasha wore everyday since she was 13.

Bucky takes one final deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

"Okay, I'm ready," he tells her.

"Okay, let's do this."

Bucky was grateful that they arrived only minutes before the service started. Everyone was already seated in the pews.

He slowly walked down the aisle pushing the stroller, Steve and Elizabeth walking right behind him.

Bucky tried his best to avoid any eye contact with everyone. He couldn't bare to look at the pity in their eyes.

He caught sight of his family siting in the second row. He also noticed a man sitting alone in the first row.

He instantly knew who it was.

Once Bucky reached the first row, the man made to movement to greet Bucky.

Bucky cleared his throat, "Mr. Romanoff."

The older man looked over at Bucky, then at the stroller.

"James," he stiffly said, turning his attention back to the front.

Bucky awkwardly sat down placing the stroller next to his legs, away from Natasha's father, while Steve and Elizabeth sat next to Bucky.

The service was going smoothly up until the priest announced that Natasha's father would be making a speech, catching everyone off guard.

Bucky looked at the older man as he walked up to the stand. He turned around to face his mom, "Did you know this?" he whispered.

"No I didn't," she shook her head.

Right as Mr. Romanoff was about to start speaking, Poppy began to cry. Bucky quickly went to get her out of the stroller, while Steve quickly went to grab a bottle to help him out.

As soon as the baby calmed down Mr. Romanoff began to speak.

"First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for coming," he begins, "I really appreciate it. Natasha would be eternally grateful for all of you."

Bucky started to get annoyed by the beginning of Mr. Romanoff's speech. As if the man didn't turn down the invitation for the last two weeks. Now he's trying to act like the perfect father, as if he didn't kick her out and cut off his pregnant daughter.

"Natasha was a kind hearted person. Only wanting the best for those closest to her. She was the most selfless person you would have ever met," he continued on with his speech.

Elizabeth couldn't help but be confused by Mr. Romanoff's speech. She hated thinking ill of the dead, but that man had no idea who his daughter truly was.

"Natasha was so smart, earning her way into Yale. She was only months away from graduating. I was so incredibly proud of her. If only we would've gotten the opportunity to watch her walk across the stage.

"Other than leaving an everlasting impression on all of us, she also left behind a part of her. Her last moments on Earth was spent bringing in another Romanoff," he says.

Bucky's head snapped up to Mr. Romanoff, then towards Steve.

"Romanoff?" Bucky whispered, "This man has the fucking nerve."

"Ignore him," Steve whispered back, trying to calm Bucky down, "He's just saying all of this to make himself look good."

"Natasha brought her daughter into the world," Mr. Romanoff continued, forcing fake tears to fall, "I remember being by her side as she was in labor."

Bucky clenched his jaw, forcing himself not to call Mr. Romanoff out on his lies.

"As she was dying," Mr. Romanoff paused for dramatic effect, "Her only request was to name her daughter after her."

Steve paled his hand on Bucky's shoulder, trying his best to calm him down. It was too late, Bucky was already placing Poppy in Steve's arms.

"What a fucking lie," Bucky stood up shouting at Mr. Romanoff, causing everyone to gasp.

"James," Mr. Romanoff said through gritted teeth, as a warning.

"How could you just lie to all these people?" Bucky shouted, "How could you lie as if you didn't disown Natasha months prior when she told you she was pregnant. Or when my parents kept inviting you to the funeral, you kept saying no and how Natasha's decisions led to their death. How dare you say you were in the delivery room. As if you didn't have her number blocked.  My mom and I were there when things took a horrible turn. We were there when the doctor walked out and told us Natasha didn't make it. Not you! Us!

"Then you go on to make some shitty story about Nat's last words. Which is completely false. Natasha never wanted to name the baby after herself, you'd actually know that if you were actually present in her life. But you weren't. And you sure as hell will never be a part of your granddaughter's life."

Bucky turned to Steve and Liz, "Let's go."

They nodded their heads and helped put Poppy in the stroller. They followed Bucky as he walked out of the chapel.

After leaving the funeral services, Steve was able to calm Bucky down. Winnie had called Elizabeth to let her know that the burial services the next day were officially going to be private. Liz agreed that that'd be best for everyone involved. Especially with what happened during the funeral services.

The burial service was only attended by Bucky, and his family, along with Elizabeth and Steve.

Everything went along smoothly. Everyone giving Bucky the safe space to grieve.

After the burial, everyone gave Bucky a few moments alone at the grave site so he can say his final goodbyes.

"Hey Nat," he pauses taking a deep breath, "these last two weeks haven't been the easiest. But boy have they been amazing. I may be more exhausted than I've ever been, but boy is she worth it.

"She may only be two weeks but I can already tell she's going to be the most amazing person ever," he softly cries, "You would've loved her so much. But like I promised back at the hospital, she'll never not know who her mother was. I will always make sure she knows who you were. Always."

"Goodbye Natasha," he whispered, before walking away to join his family waiting.

Age: 26

Location: Brooklyn, NY

Year: 2020

"Daddy, what's this?" Poppy calls out to her father from his bedroom.

"What's what petal?" He asked walking into the room, finding her surrounded by boxes, as they prep for their move uptown.

"This," she holds up the small necklace with the 'N'.

Bucky kept that necklace in a small box in his nightstand. He kept it at the bottom of his nightstand for safe keepings. Planning on one day to give it to his daughter. He always planned to wait until she was 16, but he figures now is as good as ever.

"That was your mommy Natasha's," he said walking over to her, and sitting next to her on his bed, "She got it when she was 13, and wore it every day up until when she died."

"It's pretty," she says admiring it in her hands.

"It is isn't it," he smiles at his little girl, "It's now yours."

He grabs the necklace from her little hands. He unclasps it, then gently moves her dirty blonde hair to the side. He places the necklace around her neck, and clasps it shut.

"Thank-you daddy," she smiles brightly at her father, admiring the necklace that now lay on her chest.

Bucky smiled at his daughter, watching as she kept admiring the necklace. It was a little big on her, but he knew she would grow into it.

"Anything for you baby," he kisses the top of her head, "Anything."