#*me sitting up until like five am finishing this but i am. so sleepy

[spider-ghoul]

Babysitting <3

Percy Jackson X gn!reader (fluff)

In which: a call from Sally Jackson leads you to help with her youngest, and spend the night with her eldest son. Lingering glances and sleepy confessions only to be forgotten by morning.

Warnings: Reader is mentioned to be smaller than Percy once, kissing, none I can think of but as always lmk if there's anything!!

this might be complete shit lmao I finished this at like 3:00 am last night but I wanted to get something out to feed the beasts of this website

~~𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧~~

At six o'clock on a Friday, normally I'd be rotting in my bed after the week of school. And that was the plan, until Mrs. Jackson mom called.

"Oh- (y/n) I'm so sorry for asking but do you think you could watch Estelle tonight? Me and Paul had a date but Percy was going to the movies with Grover tonight and we-"

"Mrs. Jackson, yeah, it's fine. When do I need to be over?"

"Six is when we're leaving."

"I'll be there at five fifty."

"You're a savior."

This was perfectly fine. Me and Percy were friends and i was the only half-blood who lived around here. I watched Estelle a few times before too. No biggie. Except for the fact I'd been in love with Percy Jackson for...a while.

I mean, he was  kinda my friend. But god, he was Percy Jackson.

At five forty, i headed out. I grabbed my backpack, making sure i had the baby sitting essentials for any four year old: nail polish, beads, and my old rainbow loom (i also spent a extra minute making sure my hair looked okay so that if i saw a certain older brother) I figured that and the t.v. would be more than enough to keep us occupied till her bedtime at eight.

I got there right on time (surprisingly), and Sally greeted me with another thank you. She tried to hand over a few bucks cash, but i pushed her hand away.

She rushed out of the door with Paul after a few more (failed) attempts of paying me, leaving me with an excited two four old. And before too long, she had me watching Bluey (Though i do thoroughly enjoy that show), and making bracelets for us.

She watched as i showed her how to bead the string and make sure the letter beads where on the right way, and then she helped me choose colors.

To start i made one with her name in purple and white. She giggled and slide it on her wrist. I started working on a second one, and she told me to tie hers. It was all blue and had me spell out 'Percy' with beads for her.

"Is this for your brother?" She nodded excitedly, "well, we'll give it to him when he get here, okay?"

I got a solid hour with the beads before she got bored, and by the end both of our wrists had a fair share of bracelets littering them, and a small pile of three bracelets for Percy.

I seriously hope she's awake when he gets here, I can imagine the teasing that would come with handing him bracelets and saying, "oh yeah sorry I'm at your house haha baby sitting- oh me and your sister made you bracelets-". Or i could imagine our hands touching causing me to panic. I could imagine a million things actually.

I think this whole crush is really getting out of hand, especially with me becoming his mom's go to sitter now a days.

Estelle broke me from my thoughts with requests to watch 'Nemo', her favorite. We've watched it every time I've babysat. Part of me wonders if Percy likes it too, I mean with the whole sea god thing. 

As for her request, I made a bag of microwave popcorn and set her down in front of the TV.

I vaguely remember the opening, and Estelle fell asleep next to me before i dozed off myself.

I woke up a bit later, maybe half an hour? The movie wasn't finished, but Estelle was already fast asleep. I took the liberty of scooping her up and placing her in her own bed before going to clean up the main room.

It wasn't bad, just putting away my beads, and getting the popcorn bowl out of the way. I was tired enough, school was rough this week. I just planted myself back on the couch, finding Nemo not quite finished as I did.

I'm not quite sure when i feel back asleep, just that i did.

I'm also not quite sure when Percy Jackson sat down next to me, but he did.

I woke up, curled around a throw pillow, the end credits were playing. I rolled onto my back, and that's when I saw him.

Maybe i was too tired, or maybe he was just smiling, but i didn't feel all that anxious. At least not like i normally do around the son of the sea god.

"Do you always fall asleep to Nemo or is this a special occasion?"

"Do you always watch me sleep or is this a special occasion...?"

He laughed and my heart fluttered.

"Uhm, sorry your mom had me come over to babysit, I didn't know you'd be home yet." I say awkwardly smiley as i sit up, yawning. 

"It's fine, y/n. She texted me, sorry to have you waste a Friday."

"Oh its fine, better than doing nothing. Your sis was an angel, like always." I say, shifting, my shirt bunched up around my waist while I was sleeping. I was also pretty positive my hair was a mess. 

"Oh and speaking of my mom- before i forget." He pulled out a twenty, "now I figure you aren't gonna want to take it, but it's sally's orders."

"I'd feel bad, its just a favor. Your mom is always so nice, she patched me up after a monster attack once, this is just me repaying her."

"She did? When?" His eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes filled with concern.

And i felt my face getting hot again.

"A few weeks ago, your house was closer than mine, it's fine." I mutter, looking down. 

He sighed, "what happened?" he said, reaching out to put his hand over mine. I short wire for a moment, looking back up at him. 

"Just something on my way home from school, it wasn't bad."

After a brief moment of silence, i wanted to crawl out of my skin.

He sighed, "as long as you're fine." he lifted his hand off of mine, though I could still feel his warmth. 

I smiled weakly, "oh uh..what time is it?" 

"Uh.. ten-ish?"

"I should be getting home." I say, sighing turning away from him. 

"It's pretty late, I wouldn't want you to walk back alone."

"It's not far-"

"I'm sure my mom would say the same thing, you know."

I sighed, knowing he was right, "i don't want to intrude." 

"Neither me or Sally would care."

"...."

"...can i bribe you to stay with waffles?"

"...yeah you can." I sigh, any of Sally's food was enough to make me do just about anything. 

Percy smiled, making my heart melt.

"Great, it'll be like a sleepover. Do you need to borrow a shirt or something?"

"Yeah, that uhm- that would be great." I mutter, pushing myself up off the couch. My neck was sore, who would have guessed that a throw pillow wasn't great for sleeping? I stretch my arms out over my head, yawning again. 

"tired?" He chuckles, raising his eyebrow. 

"well you did just wake me up-" I resort, rolling my eyes. I always forget how nice Percy is. I always worry about stupid things, but when I'm with him none of it really matters.

"You woke up on your own- I was simply..." He trails off, and I laugh:

"Watching me sleep?" 

"What can I say? You looked so.. pretty." He look down at me, and I could swear my heart stops, but I don't look away.

"...Yeah, whatever." I mummer quietly,  staring into his eyes and blinking a few times before finally breaking eye contact.

After a short moment, He mumbles something about getting me to bed. I nod quickly, following him to his room, which is surprisingly clean. He digs though his dresser drawers for a moment, pulling out some old band tee, and blue plaid pants. He hands them to me. 

"Is this fine for you? might be a big big, just let me know-" 

"it's fine. No worries." I say quickly, taking them, making sure to avoid his hands. "Thanks." 

He smiles again, and I leave for the bathroom, my heart pounding in my ears. 'pretty'? it's nothing, Percy is just nice like that. 

I change into his clothes, the smell of ocean engulfing me as the soft fabric hangs from my body.  I can't help but to push my head into my shoulder. It smells like him. 

I ball up my jeans and tee shirt, shoving them into my backpack. I slipped out the bathroom once I calmed myself down enough to talk to him again. 

I walk up to Percy's door, "Hey, I'm gonna go lay down do you have a blanket or something I can use..?" 

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at me from where he was laying on his bed, "You don't seriously think I'm making you sleep on the couch-?" 

"Well I kinda assumed..?" 

"Get over here you dork." He said, scooting over on his bed, "Plenty of room- you don't mind, do you?" 

Part of me lit on fire, and part of me was desperate to put it out. My ears got hot, but I managed to nod.

"No, I don't mind.." 

I place my bag on the floor by the door, walking up and sitting on his bed, sliding my legs under the covers and sliding down to lay next to him. I was stiff, worried to so much as touch him. But eventually, I relaxed, turning to lay on my side, facing him. 

I looked at him through half-lidded eyes, my body already starting to sink into his bed, ready to get a proper night's sleep. My eyelids slowly drifted shut. 

I was woken when Percy broke the silence. 

"Y/N?" Percy whispered, almost silent. 

"Mhm..?" I mumbled back, not bothering to open my eyes. 

"I really like you, you know that?" 

If I wasn't half asleep, maybe I would have said something different. If I had the energy maybe I would have been flustered. 

"... I really like you too." 

I only heard him chuckle before he placed a hand on my hip. 

"Get some sleep, yeah? I'll confess my undying love when you'll properly Remember it." 

I must have frowned, because he laughed lightly and pulled me a little closer. 

It didn't matter though. I slipped back to sleep, and when I woke up I didn't  remember. 

I remembered waking up some point in the night, but I didn't know what was said. 

And in the morning, I got the promised waffles and left the Jackson's apartment. 

The ever chivalrous Percy Jackson (who I woke up cuddling with), offered to walk me home. 

We took the long way, and when we reached my door step, he pressed his lips to mine and told me he couldn't wait for me to babysit again, though he wouldn't mind me coming around before then. 

He left me breathless and giddy, and so so happy to have accepted Sally's offer.

[edenesth]

[4:43 AM]

With a faint groan, you rubbed your eyes groggily, realising you had dozed off once more while waiting for Hongjoong to wrap up in his studio – or so he claimed hours ago.

Retrieving your phone to check the time, you sighed, "It's almost five in the morning, captain. Are you close to finishing up?"

Cursing inwardly, your boyfriend turned towards you, wearing a sheepish smile as if just realising the current time, "I'm really sorry, baby. I could have sworn it was only two o'clock just five minutes ago. Just bear with me for a moment longer; I'm saving my progress, and then we can head home."

Perched on the couch behind him, you shot a surprised glance at the generous opening of his shirt. Narrowing your eyes with a hint of suspicion, you crossed your arms over your chest, "Yah, Kim Hongjoong. Are you trying to seduce me?"

He blinked, trying to comprehend what you were referring to until he followed your gaze and looked down at his attire. Only then did he grasp the extent of the undone buttons. After a moment, a smirk played on his lips, his heart swelling with affection as he relished the adorably sleepy expression on your face while you pouted at him.

"Perhaps I am. It looks like I struggle with buttoning my shirt properly. Would you mind doing it for me?" He teased, powering off his PC and moving over to sit beside you. His hands instinctively found yours as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Or... would you prefer to undo them all for me instead?"

His suggestive words elicited a gasp from you, and you playfully slapped his chest, "Are you serious? We're in your workplace!"

Grinning, he held your hand against his chest, "So, does that mean if we were at home right now, you would have welcomed this idea wholeheartedly, hm?"

"Y-you—"

Before you could utter anything further, he was already intoxicated by the comforting fragrance of your perfume, leaning in to capture your lips and silence you.

Your eyes widened at his sudden boldness, considering he had always been reserved about public displays of affection, especially at his workplace where colleagues could walk in at any moment. You figured that sleep deprivation must be getting to him, daring him to take such a risk. After a few unsuccessful attempts to push him away, you surrendered, closing your eyes and kissing him back, melting into his embrace.

Maybe you should have trusted your instincts and stopped things before they reached a point of no return.

The next thing you knew, the door to his studio creaked open, and the voice of his producer, Eden, sounded, "Hongjoong-ah, you're still here? Go home already. Your poor girlfriend must be exhausted waiting—"

He stood still at the entrance as both of you jumped apart, "W-well, it looks like she's not too tired, but that's all the more reason to go home, right? Please don't taint the studio."

You buried your face in your hands as your boyfriend's cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded vigorously, "Y-yes, hyung! We're leaving now!"

After Eden left, you shot him a glare, and he scoffed, pulling you onto your feet and into his waiting arms, "Don't give me that look as if you didn't kiss me back just as eagerly."

Your heart raced at his following words, "Come on, let's hurry home. We should probably finish what we started."

"You need sleep, Joong."

"Not until I have you first, baby."

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[python333]

HAI! i rlly like your platonic 141 fics and I'm wondering if we could get some more dad price and/or brother gaz sleepy cuddles? :3

stretched too thin — python333

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synopsis gaz notices you overworking yourself one night and decides to step in before you end up pulling an all-nighter.

relationships platonic!gaz & gn!reader.

characters gaz.

word count 2.05k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of pet names [love, darling], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note oh my god im so sorry i disappeared for like. a month. ill try my best to not be gone for more than a week at a time, but with all of my schoolwork and just over all stress ive been experiencing lately, i dont know if ill be able to get fics out every week :< ill try my best though! please accept this fic as an apology—its another big bro gaz one!! special shoutout to everyone else who has an older sibling thats very distant with them, you and me are in the same boat fr!! also, last thing—im thinking about making a discord server where i announce when fics are being written and published and stuff, but i dunno if yall would join or anything, so if u would pls lmk!!

You haven’t left your office in five hours. 

Recently—just about two days ago—you finished up an assignment fairly quickly and, as a result, had to write a detailed report of said assignment. It went over the mission you’d gone on, and listed off every major detail you could think of, though because you just can’t give yourself a break you were constantly thinking of other details you might��ve missed even though there was little chance you’d missed anything.

The mission wasn’t anything too important, honestly. It was originally going to be a week-long camp-out reconnaissance by an enemy task force’s base, obtaining information on their schedule and what they did throughout the day and whatnot. However, only a day into the mission, the small squad of soldiers that had accompanied you saw another small military group observing the same group you’d been observing.

So, naturally, you observed them as well. Aren’t you just the best multi-tasker?

The task force eventually found out about the other group, just a day later, while your squad was still in the clear to continue your observations. So, your mission had quickly come to a close—but, because of the circumstances under which the mission had come to a close, you were required to write an extremely detailed report on the other group and the group you’d been observing.

It would be an understatement to say you were tired. You’re exhausted.

Between the non-stop writing, the coffee sitting on your desk that’s been microwaved five times and has been refilled thrice, and the uncomfortable chair you’ve sat in that you have yet to replace, you’re extremely exhausted. Your movements are sluggish, your fingers aren’t as swift on the keyboard of your computer as they usually are, and worst of all—you still have more to write. 

Your eyes stung and felt dry, your hands felt like they were going to stop working completely at any moment, and you were overall just exhausted. 

You look over at the clock on your desk, and it reads 02:28 AM, indicating that you would only have about four hours to sleep if you went to bed now. I’m too far into this report to stop now, You tell yourself, sighing as you blink slowly at your computer screen, If only my vision didn’t keep getting blurry… 

Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion, and for a second you think you’re hallucinating until the knock sounds once more. 

Reluctantly, with a voice raspy from not using it almost all day, you call out, “Come in!” 

Your voice is softer and quieter than you’d like it to be, but it doesn’t matter too much to you at this moment—at least, not in your foggy mind that still begs you for sleep, even when you have far more of your report to finish. 

The door opens with a creak, and in walks Gaz. 

“Sarg,” He greets you, not bothering to close the door behind him as he walks up to your desk, “Pleasure to see you for the first time in, what… three days?” 

“Two days and eighteen hours,” You correct him, taking a moment to crack your stiff knuckles, not taking your eyes off of your monitor, “And you know you don’t have to call me ‘sarg’ or ‘sergeant’ or anything. We’re the same rank.” 

Gaz promptly ignores you, “Right, well, anything over a day is way too long for me to go without seeing you. Why’re you all cooped up in here on your computer?”

“‘Cause I need to write a report on my assignment,” You briefly explain, before lightly goading Gaz, “Not all of us need a shit ton of attention every day like you do.” 

“Ehh,” Gaz theatrically makes a thinking face, before shrugging, “Not sure what you mean by ‘us’, but alright.” 

“By ‘us’, I mean everyone but you.” 

“Surely that doesn’t include you, right?” 

“It does.” 

Gaz gasps quietly at your reply, before dramatically responding, “Oh, you can’t be serious.”

“I absolutely can,” You hum, finally taking your eyes off of your computer screen to look up at Gaz, “Is it so hard for you to believe that I don’t need to talk to you every waking hour?” 

“It is, actually,” Gaz scoffs, “Because I know that you do need to talk to me every waking hour.” 

“Uh, no I don’t,” You childishly argue, raising an eyebrow at Gaz.

“Uh, yes you do,” Gaz immaturely argues back, crossing his arms, “Look me in the eyes and tell me that the past two days and eighteen hours haven’t been shit because I haven’t given you any attention.”

You open your mouth to form a response but quickly close it, realizing that yeah, actually, I kind of do crave his attention. 

Fuck.

“You’re not the only person that gives me attention,” You point out, hoping to find some way to change the subject.

“Sure, but you like the attention I give you the most,” Gaz hums, leaning forward to rest his crossed arms on your desk opposite of where you sit.

“You don’t know that.”

“Then tell me that I’m wrong,” Gaz challenges you.

You narrow your eyes at him, glaring at him for a moment before sighing, “You suck.”

“Maybe I suck, but you look like you haven’t slept for the past week,” Gaz points out, “You look exhausted, by the way. And dehydrated. Actually, you just look like the human embodiment of a headache.” 

“What the fuck?” 

“I mean that in the most loving, non-offensive way possible.”

“You come into my office, accuse me of needing attention from you, then you insult me by calling me the human version of a headache?”

“It wasn’t an insult!” Gaz raises his hands in surrender, before sighing, “I’m being serious. You look dead, [c/n]. You need sleep.” 

“What I need is to finish this report,” You huff out, beginning to turn your attention back to your computer, before Gaz’s hand is quickly placed on your chin and forces you to look back at him. 

“No, what you need is some rest,” Gaz argues, more serious this time, taking his hand off of your chin—something you shouldn’t miss nearly as much as you do, the warmth of his hand fading far too quickly from your face—and bringing it back to rest on the desk. 

“Maybe you need rest, Gaz.”

“Sure I do,” He shrugs, “But I’m only going to sleep if you do.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Really? You’re pulling that card?”

“I am.” 

You stare at him for a moment, mentally weighing your options, before sighing and bringing your elbows up to the table so that you can place your forehead in your hands.

On one hand, if you stay in your office you can finish up your report before four and then go to sleep, and hope that you magically feel active even with just an hour or two of sleep in the morning. On the other hand, if you go to sleep now, so does Gaz, and then you both get more than just two hours of sleep. 

After another moment of consideration, you huff out a frustrated breath and mutter, “Fine.” 

Gaz smiles down at you and walks around your desk to your side of it, holding out a hand for you to grab to help yourself up from your chair and using his free hand to save your report and power off your monitor. 

You take his hand and stand up, your legs a little weak and balance iffy from sitting down for so long, but within the next few minutes you’re sure you’ll be able to properly walk. You let go of his hand once you’re positive you won’t fall over, and once he sees that you’re able to walk, Gaz silently walks towards the door of your office. Just as quietly, you follow him. 

He turns off the lights for you and lets you walk out of the office first, locking the door from the inside and closing it once you’re out. Once he’s done, he takes the lead again and you follow him down to his sleeping quarters. It’s not too long of a walk there, only two minutes at most.

Once you’re there, Gaz opens the door and lets you walk in first. Once you’re inside and Gaz has closed the door, you shrug off your camouflage patterned jacket and toe off your already loosened tan boots, leaving you in just your camouflage cargo pants and army green undershirt.

You look down at your pants with a frown, knowing from experience that sleeping in them was incredibly uncomfortable and left you regretting your whole existence the morning after, but before you could even look over at Gaz to tell him of your situation, you felt something being thrown at you. 

You immediately turn your attention to the item that had been hurled at you—the item in question being a pair of gray sweatpants, some that would probably be a little bit looser than you’d prefer on your figure—and then look over at Gaz with a questioning look. 

“Figured you wouldn’t wanna sleep in that,” Gaz shrugs, nodding to your cargo pants in response to your nonverbal confusion. 

You hum in appreciation, not wanting to talk too much at the moment, instead waiting for Gaz to look away before slipping off your pants and replacing them with the sweatpants Gaz had thrown at you. The fit isn’t as uncomfortable as you thought they’d be—they’re loose and hang low on your hips, just like you thought they would, of course, but they don’t feel nearly as weird as you thought they would.

Once you’ve tightened the strings on the waist of the pants, you get into Gaz’s bed, pulling the covers up and over yourself. Gaz quickly settles into the bed next to you, quickly getting himself comfortable under the sheets, and pulling the covers up and over his shoulders in one swift movement.

He gets closer to you, so close that his chest presses against your back and you can feel the tip of his nose ghosting over the top of your head. He wraps one arm over your body to pull you impossibly closer to him, and his other arm snakes underneath the side of your body so that both of his arms are wrapped around you.

He hums contently and his thumb rubs small circles into your clothed stomach, the action—despite being small—causing your stomach to warm up almost immediately. 

“Comfortable, darling?” Gaz asks quietly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“Very,” You mumble back, trying to subtly lean your head back against Gaz in hopes of getting at least one more kiss. Noticing your efforts, he huffs out a small laugh and presses another gentle kiss right at the edge of your hairline before pressing one last one to your forehead. 

Even with the comforting atmosphere, you can’t find it within yourself to fully relax, your body still tense and stiff underneath the blanket. Gaz, just like he did with your “subtle” movements, notices and frowns. 

“Just sleep,” Gaz tiredly mumbles into the top of your head, “You have to get up in three hours. The sooner you sleep, the more sleep you get.” 

You don’t respond, instead simply sighing and forcing your eyes closed. You do have to admit, it’s nice being able to actually close your eyes for something other than blinking, and closing your eyes for longer than half a second has made you realize that they were even drier than you thought they were. 

Exhausted and ready to finally sleep, you eventually get to a point where you no longer need to force your eyes shut, and as a result, your whole body relaxes for the first time in almost six hours. 

“G’night, love,” Gaz murmurs, feeling your body relax next to his. You hum in acknowledgment of his words, not finding the energy within yourself to properly respond, instead finding yourself drifting off into a deep sleep. 

And if four hours later, Gaz wakes up and simply lies there, not waking you and instead letting you get some more sleep despite you having to be up soon, nobody has to know.

[the-fiction-witch]

Morning

Media House Of Anubis

Character Jerome Clarke

Couple Jerome X Reader

Rating Sexy + Flirty

I sat at breakfast nibbling away and avoiding the nonsensical conversation at the table, when I perked up as I heard the stairs, 

"Ahh come to grace us with your presence Y/n," Patrica sneered, 

"Umm..." Y/n grumbled, I looked up seeing her trudge in her uniform acsew, her hair in a strange failed attempt of her usual plait her eyes barely open, she had been up late studying for the chemistry test, she's such a sugary thing she'll make your teeth hurt and it did hurt me to see her like this, even if I usual am complaining about her chipper she is in the morning, seeing her like this was worse. But school had demanded her to come in today so she couldn't stay here another day. She had her way along the table with a delirious walk before she at down. 

Not on a chair. 

On my lap. 

Well, that was unexpected... 

but not unwelcomed. 

I did have to give myself a firm reminder that we were at breakfast and everyone could see us, as my mind almost immediately wanted to wrap my arms around her to keep her here, just feeling her skirt against me was... DOING THINGS! 

Especially this early in the morning, 

"Good Morning?" I said questionably a little in shock at y/n sitting on my lap like this, 

"Humm?" She grumbled questionably as she noticed my chest and shoulder so she nuzzled herself into my shoulder falling back asleep, 

"I don't think we should wake her," I whispered nuzzling my head with her's a little unable to hold back a smile, 

"Y/n!" Everyone else yelled which caused her to jump a little sitting up more, god damn it they have to ruin my fun, 

"Ummm?" She yawned, 

"You're not on a chair y/n," Nina told her, 

"No? Ohh... I'm not sitting on a chair?" she said as she squirmed her hips and rubbed her hand up my chest and into my hair, 

Ohhh god, shut up Nina just let her stay here, just... let her keep squirming ... just for a minute, or two... or five... no two seems like enough, 

"No. You're really not." Fabian told her, 

"Ohh?"

"No. You're on a Jerome." I sighed, I didn't want to tell her but I knew everyone else would If I didn't,

"Hummm?" She yawned, her hand shoved into my face "On A Jerome..." She said sleepy and confused, "ON A JEROME!" She yelped turning to actually see me, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jerome." she said,

"It's quiet alright," I chuckled, "Hi."

"Hi..." she said sheepishly, "You could have said something! 

"We both know why I wasn't going to," I smirked, 

"Do you have to be such a perv, Jerome?" Mick asked, 

"I- SHE sat on my lap! and I'm the perv!"

"don't blame Y/n for you being a Perv Jerome," Patricia yelled across the table, 

"Why am I being ganged up on here!"

"Ohh come on you clearly enjoyed it," Alfie smirked as he had his toast,

"What I did or did not enjoy is not your business," I told him, 

This debate went on for a couple of minutes until,

"Y/n?" Amber spoke up,

"Yeah?" She yawned,

"...why haven't you moved?" 

"...uhh..." she gulped,

"Amber has a point, for once," Patricia added, 

"I uhhh... I... I have a headache! I don't wanna move too much..."

"Or she likes Jerome's lap," Alfie spoke up,

"I do not!" she protested,

"Yeah, she does not!" I protested, 

"I mean a little it is comfy," she muttered,

"I... I. really?" I asked,

"Yeah, you are kinda comfy Jerome,"

"Yeah your pretty comfy having you on my lap too," I smiled resting my hands on her hips and she happily laid her back against my chest and moved her hips with my hands, 

"OH my god!" everyone complained as they noticed us,

"Can you two not hump at the table!" Fabian complained,

"Go, Jerome!" Alfie smirked, 

"Can everyone sit in their own seats please!" Nina complained,

Y/n sighed and hopped into her own chair to have her breakfast, and everyone returned to the conversation we both kept quiet and had our breakfast but we soon met eyes so I winked at her making her blush and fix her hair a little, once breakfast as finished up and everyone headed to grab their bags she got up too but I grabbed her wrist before she could go, 

"You know, you're welcome to come sit on my lap some other time?" I whispered slyly

"I might just take you up on that Jerome," She smiled, 

"Maybe I'd be a good source of... relaxation in chemistry?" I smirked, 

"Maybe a distraction," She smirked 

"Both." I told her, "But if not in class... maybe tonight? At thew table?"

"Maybe tonight, In my room?"

"Deal." 

[crazyunsexycool]

'til the end of the line and back

Chapter 10: About damn time

Pairing : Stucky x Reader

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: canon level violence, mentions of injuries, character death, mentions/implied non-con, SA, blood, human trafficking physical abuse, mentions of bones breaking. If I forgot anything let me know

A/N: look who finally got finished!!! This chapter is very interesting, to me at least.

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Ch. 9

Sunlight peeks through the curtains hanging in your room. It’s at least noon and at any other time it would have surprised you to still be in bed at this time but considering what happened the last few days you needed the rest. It’s not that you were a morning person, you were just used to getting up early. The warmth surrounding you is what made you stir. You like to keep your room cold since the serum always has you running at a higher temperature. In the still sleepy haze you begin to stretch until you feel an arm around your waist pull you to the side.

“Five more minutes.” The voice is low and gravelly and Bucky’s.

 You turn from laying on your back to laying on your side with your back pressed against his chest. The fact that Bucky was with you was comforting until you actually opened your eyes and realized that Steve is directly in front of you. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. It was always fascinating to catch glimpses of him asleep, he looked so relaxed and young, as if he didn’t have a care in the world and you liked it. 

“It’s rude to stare, sweetheart.” He says with amusement, then his eyes snap open and he smiles at you. You lean into him, resting your forehead against his chest. “You ok?” 

“As ok as I can be. I mean considering everything that happened.” you answer. “Are you two ok?” you ask as you look up at him.

“As long as you’re safe we’ll be ok.” Steve kisses your forehead while you feel Bucky place chaste kiss your shoulder. 

“Have you gotten any sleep?” 

“Of course, the best sleep I’ve had in a while, Pinky.” 

“Absolutely.” Steve agrees. 

It was sweet and you had missed them and you wish this could happen all the time. But you knew this was a one time thing now that you knew they were in a relationship. You wrap your arm around Steve and pull him so that he shuffles closer. Now you’re sandwiched in between the super soldiers. A content sigh leaves your lips as you close your eyes again, you want to commit this moment to memory because you know you won’t have it again. 

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It wasn’t surprising that you had fallen asleep again, that was the safety you felt from being with Steve and Bucky. It was the former that was calling your name softly. His hand softly caresses your arm in order to get you to open your eyes, which you do with a small whine. Steve chuckles when you turn away from him before he pulls the covers off of you. 

“What is it?” 

“Adam is awake and asking for you.” 

That was enough to get you to sit up fully awake now. You move off the bed, grab a change of clothes, head to the bathroom and you do what would normally be your morning routine. After a quick shower and change of clothes you walk back out to find Steve still sitting on your bed. 

“How long was I asleep for?”

“About an hour and a half. Adam woke up about 20 minutes ago.” 

“Oh.”

“If you’re ready I’ll walk down with you.” 

“Yeah I am.” 

You walk towards the door as Steve stands up and follows you towards the elevators. That’s when you notice the missing plants that usually decorated the hallway. 

“Last night when you were having the nightmare you were using your abilities. The plants were floating until Bucky woke you up.” Steve answered your unasked question. “It’s ok they’re getting repotted.” 

You hummed in response. The rest of the way towards the medbay is quiet and just as you’re about to head into Adam’s room Steve calls your name.

“Yeah?” 

“After you’re done here could we talk?” 

“Of course, is something wrong?” 

“No, it’s just I noticed something about your abilities last night while you were still waking up from your nightmare and I want to see if what I’m thinking is correct.”

“Ok?” you look at him confused.

“Sparring room, Wanda and Bucky will be there too.”

“Yeah sure.” 

“Ok.” He moves in closer and kisses your forehead, making those pesky little butterflies take flight in your stomach. 

You hear a faint ‘come in’ after knocking on the door lightly. The lights are low in the room as you scan it to find Nat helping Adam take a sip of water. Adam rested his head against the pillow once he was done, his eye even more swollen than the night before. Other cuts and bruises had made their home on his face and neck from what you could see from where you stood. Intense guilt settled in your chest, if it weren’t for you Adam would be safe and healthy. At this point it felt like you weren’t meant to have any kind of love, whether it were romantic or platonic. 

“Get out of your head.” His pained voice reached you before you were truly able to spiral. Adam knew you better than anyone so of course he knew when you were blaming yourself for things out of your control. 

“How are you feeling?” You manage to ask as you step closer to the bed. The arm closest to you was in a cast so you weren’t able to take his hand as it seemed that Nat held his other hand. There were other injuries from what you had heard Lucy say the night before including some broken ribs and sprained ankle. You run your fingers through his hair as you give him a small smile. 

“Could be worse.”

“How could you possibly be worse? Have you seen yourself?”

“Yeah, but I mean I could be dead. Also Nat has kept me company which is really nice.” His eyes move from you to Nat who is smiling like a love struck teenager. 

“You guys are gross.” you fake disgust.

“You’re one to talk, I heard you had a sleepover with your two giant teddy bears.” If he could wiggle his eyebrows he would.

“I had a nightmare, I fell asleep. I wasn’t aware they had stayed until I woke up this morning.”

“Whatever you still slept with them.”

“But not in the way you’re implying Adam.”

“Ok children, that's enough bickering for the day. Play nice or I’ll have to separate you.”

“Yes mom.” Both you and Adam say in unison causing all of you to laugh until Adam winces because of the pain.

“How are you really feeling?”

“Like I almost died. But I’ll be just fine, I mean you saved my life that was so badass. Then Sam flew me all the way here. It was kind of awesome. But don’t get me wrong, I never want to experience that again.” 

“Duly noted. No more kidnappings for you.” 

Nat excuses herself so that she can go back to her room while you and Adam catch up. Which you do for the next hour or so. But you can tell that Adam is tired and most likely the pain medication makes him drowsy. He asks about what is going on in the compound since he had noticed something was wrong when Sam brought him back. You told him about your nightmare and what happened with Steve and Bucky. By the end of the hour you could tell he was exhausted and he was fighting to keep his eyes open but you assured him that he should in fact sleep and that you would come by later to check in on him again. You give him a kiss on his forehead and apologize for what he went through because of you. Adam reassured you that he would be ok and that this incident wouldn’t end a life long friendship. As his eyes begin to close you slip out of his room and head to find Steve, Wanda and Bucky.

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You heard the muffled conversation amongst the three Avengers before you saw them. Still not sure about what was going to happen, you enter with caution. It’s not like any of them would hurt you but the tension in the room was palpable. Bucky sees you first, his expression softening when his eyes meet yours. He had been mid sentence and stopped which prompted Wanda and Steve to turn and look at you. They offered you a smile as you walked towards them in the middle of the room.

“Ok what’s going on?” 

“Last night when you woke up from your nightmare you thought that I was going to hurt you or Bucky so you used your abilities to push me away.” Steve tells you.

“I kind of remember that.”

“Well I don’t know if you remember everything because as you raised your hand there was an orange glow, and I’ve never seen you do that before. It’s similar to the way Wanda’s abilities glow red.”

“That’s not something I can do.”

“I think it is, Pinky. Hydra could have done something to block the strength of your abilities.”

You look between Bucky and Steve before looking at Wanda who just nods in agreement. Taking a deep breath you think about the possibility that your power has been suppressed by Hydra. But even if it had, how would you know? 

“How can we find out if my abilities are suppressed?”

“That’s what I’m here for. If it’s ok with you I can access your mind to see if there are any blocks. We know it’s nothing physical because you’ve had all types of tests done and there were no signs of anything. The only thing that I can think of is a mental block, one put in by someone like me. The only way to know is if we can look into your memories.” 

“Ok then, what do we have to do?”

“You’re going to want to resist but you have to relax. Now I put up some runes so that you can’t use your powers and hurt one of us accidentally.” 

“Is that why you wanted to meet here, so that I wouldn’t potentially hurt anyone.?” You look back at Steve.

“Yes, just to be safe.”

“I appreciate it.” You smile at Steve and then Bucky who seems more worried about it than you are, but he always worries about you. 

“Ok Y/N, let’s get started.”

“Where are we?” Wanda asks as she stands next to you.

“This used to be my apartment. Where I lived with my boyfriend.” 

Just then you relive everything that happened when your ex-boyfriend, Jackson, sold you. Except this time you’re a spectator. You’re standing in the doorway that connects the living room to the hallway that leads to the bedroom. Wanda stands behind you, watching the old version of you moving around when Jackson walks in. You look away knowing what happens next, something else gets your attention. A little flash of blue rushed past you. 

“Do you see that?” You ask Wanda.

“See what?” 

“A flash of blue.”

“No. Which way did it go?”

You point to your right and Wanda grabs your hand before heading in that direction.

 Darkness surrounds both of you as you hear crying, a door opens and the space is flooded by light and you realize you’re in a shipping container. It’s full of women and children, your eyes scan the area as the men that opened the door walk in and start grabbing people and pulling them out. You’re in the back with a little girl holding on to you for dear life. One of the men came towards you and tried to pull her off of you. In your drugged state you try to fight him off. He didn’t like that because you see his fist connect to the side of your face. The hit was strong enough to knock you out again and as he moves the light hits your body on the floor and you see all of the bruises and cuts all over the parts that aren’t covered with your clothing. Another flash of blue. Wanda places a hand on your shoulder as you watch everything unfold. 

“I don’t remember this.”

“It was most likely blocked by whoever did this. Do you still want to do this? I can stop at any time.”

“Yes I need to know.” You point in the direction you saw the blue flash deciding it may be important.

You stand in a hallway looking into a cell big enough for one person, it smells of mold and blood. The paint is chipped and the metal underneath is rusted.

 Screaming echoes down the hall but you’re looking at yourself on the floor curled into a ball. At this point you’re just one big bruise, your breathing is shallow and ragged. Boots hitting the floor beg for your attention as they get closer. When you finally look up you recognize the guard, the one you killed the night you escaped. He opens the door to your cell and steps in, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you as you beg for him to let you go. He stops and turns with some type of baton in his hand and next thing you hear is your ribs cracking before your high pitched scream escapes your lips. A hand slips out of one of the windows of the cell door, an electric blue spark at its fingertips, Wanda gasps at the cruel behavior behind you, you had forgotten she was there. 

“This way.” You tell Wanda.

The next place you're in is a training room, you’re one on one with the guard that beat you and every time you see him the less guilt you feel about having killed him. At this moment he’s supposed to be teaching you how to fight but you can see the twisted pleasure he gets from breaking your body. The room stays the same but the memory changes, there are more people, less people, other guards or prisoners. You go from fighting guards to fighting other prisoners. Some of this you remember, if you refused to fight to the death you’d be punished. It was survival of the fittest. The outline of a figure stands in the corner, you can’t make any features out but you feel them staring at you.

“I don’t remember everything that happened but I remember this.” you whisper as if they could hear you.

“They never did this with us.” 

“It’s different Wanda, we didn’t volunteer for this. They had to break us in order to get us to cooperate.”

“It’s almost over. I feel the block getting stronger. We must be close to the memory of when it happened.” 

You grab her hand “Ok, let's find it then.”

You’re strapped to a table, the restraints digging into your skin as you pull against them trying to set yourself free. 

“I remember this.” you tell Wanda. “He was with Miller when the building collapsed the other day.”

Someone across the room speaks. “Alright everyone, we will be conducting the next experiment on subject 358. This serum was made with DNA components from Maximoff, Wanda who has multiple abilities after being exposed to the stone. If successful we should have a super soldier with enhanced abilities. Is the test subject ready?” 

“They used my DNA to create the serum they gave you? How is that possible?”

You turned to look at Wanda as the scene played out, you remember this vividly so you didn’t have to see it again. Wanda, however, couldn’t take her eyes off of the you that was screaming and writhing in pain. A tear makes its way down her cheek. 

“It’s my fault?” 

“Of course it isn’t. You didn’t strap me down to the table and inject me with anything. Maybe your DNA is what saved me.” 

“Congratulations everyone we have our second successful enhanced soldier. Make sure you take DNA samples from her. Take her to the other room for the second portion.” 

“Second?” you and Wanda say in unison.

These events that you don’t remember get overwhelming. It feels like there’s no end in sight, with every passing memory the violence towards you seems to get worse. Still you wonder where you went wrong in life to have you end up where you are now. There’s a flash of yellow before you. It’s when you see your former self standing in the middle of an empty room and a stone floating in the middle.

“That’s the mind stone.” Wanda informs you. “This is exactly how I got my abilities.” 

You watch yourself walk closer to it as instructed. The stone glows brighter. It's almost blinding but you reach out to it. For a moment a look of peace flashes over your battered and bruised face before you faint.

 Another shift in your memories and now you’re naked in a room with guards, two of them holding you up. You tense beside Wanda as you watch that same guard you had killed walk towards you. There is a sinister expression etched on his face.

“You know, I am sick and tired of you fighting us at every single turn. I’m done trying to deal with you the way they want me too. I’m gonna break you in my own way and when I’m done with you the boys are all going to take a turn.” He laughs at your horrified expression as he begins to unbuckle his belt, stepping closer as he does.

 The panic begins to rise both in the memory version of yourself and now as you watch this. You can feel Wanda trying to pull you out of the memory but you fight her, you need to know what he did. His hands are around your throat in a flash and he has you pinned against the wall. He pulls down his pants with one hand while the other keeps you in place. Just as fast there is a glowing orange ball at your fingertips and you push against his chest to move him away from you. You create another ball of energy and send it flying towards the other guards, they fall dead on the floor before the door opens. You have fire and rage in your eyes and you stare up at the man that’s trying to hurt you. Whoever comes in behind him pulls him away from you leaving you exposed to the room. All eyes are on you but one set of eyes is different from the others. Eyes full of curiosity and concern stare back at you before the figure starts to run away. Wanda calls out your name as you begin to chase whoever it was, then it all fades into black. 

Now you’re alone Wanda is nowhere to be found, it’s like you’re standing in darkness. Suspended in nothingness. You’re convinced this is the block that had kept those memories at bay, but you wonder who put it there. The echo of your name is faint. Too far away to make out who is calling to you and just as quickly there is pressure on your head. It feels like someone has their hands on either side and is trying to crush your skull. It makes you fall to your knees, you call out to Wanda then Bucky and Steve as panic sets in. The pain is blinding and searing hot as it spreads down your spine.

“Fight it.” It whispered in your ear. “Stand up, push through the pain.” 

Against what you want to do, which is lay on the floor and wait until it’s over, you stand. Slow and steady you put one foot in front of the other. Not sure where you’re going, you continue to move forward until you see a closed door. It’s a struggle to open it but once you do there is light flooding this dark part of your mind. Crossing the doorway you find yourself in a hallway, with no other place to go you begin to walk down the barely lit and rundown corridor. The walls are filled with pictures, important moments in your life. Like meeting Adam or your first kiss. The first time you picked up a paint brush. Graduating high school and so many other things that were blurred before this whole experience. It feels like it’s almost over, you’re so close to finding out why your memories are blocked.

A cold chill runs down your spine, the last piece of the puzzle. But it’s more than a sensation; it's like someone ran through you. Transparent and small but the power behind it gives you goosebumps and the echoes of footsteps start leading away from you. You run after them, the hallway getting longer the more you run and then you slam into an invisible force. There is nothing or no one in front of you. Wanda has disappeared, this last part has to be done by you alone. There is a hand on your cheek now, words that you can’t make out are being said, when you blink you’re in another room. 

Barely lit, and decaying but it’s large enough to fit at least a dozen people. Your eyes adjust to the lighting as you scan the room. They land on a figure in a corner, trembling with both cold and fear. Scars are visible on every part of their skin and it’s when you realize they’re naked, blood stained their thighs and the tiles below them. There is nothing more than a dirty mattress on the floor but they refuse to lay on it. That’s when you notice the fresh blood. It’s the only color in the room, it’s vibrant against the dull appearance of the cell. You stand and wait for the memory version of yourself to be brought in but nothing happens. 

“You’ve finally made it.” A raspy voice breaks the silence. When you look back in the direction of the voice you notice the person in the corner is now looking at you. 

“You know me?” 

“Of course I do. This is where we met.” 

“Who are you?” 

“Now? I’m nothing more than a part of your mind, more than a memory, a safeguard. It’s what you wanted.” 

You walk closer to the corner, taking in the features of the only other person in the room. 

“My name is Isa.” She says. To hear it begins to awaken something in you. Something you shouldn’t have forgotten.

“Why are you here?” 

“You wanted to forget. But I messed up. I was only supposed to block the bad memories but it seems like I blocked your powers too, but I can fix it. Tell me something.” Isa shifts and sits up straighter to face you. “Are you still here? Are they using you for their benefit?” 

“No, I escaped. I’m with good people now, people I love, who take care of me.” 

“Are they forcing you to use your powers?” 

“No, they would never do that. I stay because I want to.”

“Do you want to remove the block? There will be no coming back from this. It will unlock the full extent of your power.” 

“Yes.”

Isa moves closer and places a hand on your cheek. There is a flow of energy, it’s familiar to you but it makes your eyelids heavy and when you blink away the drowsiness Isa is lying against you. 

It’s a memory.

Isa is crying in pain, she holds on to her midsection. Now you can see how young she truly is. Her dark brown eyes search yours as she begs for the pain to stop. You take in her naked form, the evidence of the horrible things that went on on her pale skin. The guards had gotten to her and beaten her and taken turns to use her because she tried to escape again. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore, please make it stop.” 

“I don’t know how.” 

“Use your abilities. I don’t want this anymore.”

“No, I can’t.” You cry, they’ve put you through so much and now the only friend you know is asking for you to end her life. “We can escape together, we’re stronger than they are.” 

She shakes her head. “I’ve been here longer. They’ll just sedate you. It will never happen. But you can help me please! I can make you forget and then you do this for me.” She was determined and her eyes were pleading. 

“You’ll never leave me right?” 

“No, never. You’ll be the one to escape, to find your family and to find love. You’ll do it for both of us. Then when you’re ready you’ll come find me here.” She points to your head.

You nod as she sits up with your help. She places both her hands on either side of your head. Little sparks of blue dance on her fingertips and the pressure begins to build, if you weren’t already on the floor the pain would have certainly brought you to your knees. The next moments move in slow motion. Guards rush in trying to separate you both, Isa begs for you to end it before they can hurt her again. The guards are pulling you towards the door but you manage to flick your wrist. When you look over again Isa is laying on the ground, lifeless but she looks peaceful. It’s over for her but it was just the beginning for you. 

You’re screaming at the top of your lungs as you drop to the floor of the sparring room. Swirls of orange snap and pop around you. The rush of energy pushes out of your body and even with the runes Wanda put up, some damage is done to the room and the three avengers had been pushed back because of it. It feels like your body is on fire again almost as if you were on that table again. It’s too hot in the room as you try to catch your breath and you’re shaking as the full strength of your abilities hits you like a freight train. There are voices above you but you can’t be bothered to listen. 

Your eyes are closed and you lay on your side unmoving on the floor. A hand touches your wrist but it’s too much, it feels like your nerves are exposed.

“Don’t.” 

“What do you need?”

”I don’t know.”

The fire in your veins has stopped burning and your breath has finally slowed to what it should be. You turn to lay on your back. Still the feeling of your clothes against your skin hurts and you wish nothing was touching you. You blink a few times trying to adjust to the real world again. In doing so you spy three very worried faces looking down at you. 

“How do you feel?” Bucky speaks first.

“Overwhelmed.” Your voice is small. “Why did you leave me?” Your question is now directed at Wanda.

“I was pushed out, I couldn’t follow you into the next memory.”

Blue.

Safeguard. 

Isa.

Dead.

“It was the other enhanced person, Isa. She put a block in. That was the last memory.” 

“What else happened?”

“I-” you take a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” You sit up too fast and it feels like the world is upside down. 

“Hey take it easy. Can we help you up? We’ll take you to your room.” Steve offers.

“No, I need some time alone. I need to not be here.” You stood up slowly, your legs almost giving out on you. Bucky asked you to find him once you were ready and you nodded in response. Instead of heading to your room you went outside. The further away from the room you were just in the more you relaxed. You ended up by the lake and you sat at the shore just watching the water for hours.

It was dark outside by the time you decided to go back to your room. As mentally exhausted as you felt after the whole ordeal, physically speaking you felt even stronger. New found power flowed through you easily and though you felt invincible the memories you got back also left you feeling vulnerable and exposed. Those were feelings you hated and one that two super soldiers could chase away with ease. But the truth of the matter was that you couldn’t depend on them for the rest of your life. Not if they were together, you couldn’t expect them to rescue you from your own thoughts and feelings every single time. The morning with them had been nice, comforting too but you couldn’t just expect them to allow you in their bed all the time.

 So you thought it would be best if you started to put space in between you and them again. But that would be for a later day. Asking F.R.I.D.A.Y if either Bucky or Steve were in their rooms. When the A.I. said they weren’t you went to yours with the intentions of taking a shower and changing into clean clothes. You had every intention of finding Bucky and Steve to let them know you were ok but you laid down for a few minutes and drifted off to sleep. It’s around 3:00 am when you slowly wake up. At least some things didn’t change, you got up and headed to the kitchen. There was no Bucky this time and part of you was disappointed. 

You had just reached for the kettle when you heard hushed voices coming from the living room. After Miller’s escape the compound had been crawling with twice the amount of agents and recruits, you thought it was some of them taking a few minutes to rest.

“She’s going to pull away from us again.” You heard Steve say once you were closer.

“We can’t let her, we need to tell Y/N. She needs to know. Hell everyone else does.” Bucky replied. 

They had no idea you were there and part of you wanted to keep listening. But you knew it was wrong, as you watched from the entrance as Bucky played with Steve’s hair. They were cuddling on the couch. This was somehow more intimate than watching them kiss so you slowly took a step back but your elbow hit the corner of the wall and you hissed.

“Are you ok Pinky?” Bucky had turned around to look at you better. 

“Yeah, I was in the kitchen and voices so I came to check who it was.” 

“We checked in on you, did you have a nightmare?” 

“No, I just woke up and decided to get tea. I’ll leave you to it though I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You say as you start to turn back.

“Wait,” Steve calls out. “Can we talk?”

This was it, you were sure of it. The moment they would tell you they were together and they couldn’t keep saving you. 

“Is it ok if we do this tomorrow?” 

“No, don’t do this again. Don’t shut us out.”

“I’m not.” You mumbled. The pointed look Bucky gave you was enough to let you know you’ve been caught.

“You asked for some space between us but you’ve been avoiding us, sweetheart. All we want is for you to be ok, Bucky and I just want to take care of you.” He sighed. “Please come sit down so that we can talk.”

Bucky and Steve moved leaving the middle seat open so that you could take it. Reluctantly you walked further into the living room but you sat in the love seat across from them. You brought your knees up and wrapped your arms around them. 

“Y/N there’s something Steve and I want to tell you.” Bucky started. “But there is something we need to know too.”

“So what do you want to start with?” 

“What did you want to start with?” You ask.

“We want to know if we did something to upset you. Ever since that day you went to find your ex you pushed us away and we just want you back.”

You shake your head. “You didn’t do anything.” 

“Then what happened? Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“So what is it? Because I can’t think of anything that would make you pull away from us.” 

“Buck-”

“No Steve, I want to know what happened and I want to make it right.”  he says in a low voice looking from the blond back to you, noticing the dejected look on your face. “Please, if something happened tell us. If you just don’t want us around anymore we’ll leave you alone.”

You swallow thickly at the thought of not having them around anymore. It was a rash decision to ask for space, a way to keep your heart safe. 

“I uh- the night of the warehouse after the meeting, I came back to the conference room.” You noticed how they both tensed up. “I wanted to apologize for what I did. I didn't want you to be mad at me. When I turned the corner I saw you.” You whisper the last part but you don't dare look at them. If you did, maybe they would see the internal battle you’ve had since you saw the scene unfold. Although you’d known Bucky longer, your feelings for them were the same. 

The color drained from their faces. Both of them looked at you and then at each other at a loss for just a moment on how to explain the situation. Before either of them could say anything you spoke up again.

“I pulled away because I didn’t know you were together and I felt like I was in the way. You couldn’t just enjoy spending time together because of me. I thought it would be better that way.” 

“In the way?”

“What?”

They had both said at the same time. Steve sighed and got up to sit next to you. Bucky was close behind but he pulled you up and took your seat before pulling you down to sit on his lap. 

“Y/N, there’s more to it than just Bucky and I being together. This is new to us and we are still trying to figure out how to go forward but there is one thing that is stopping us.”

“Is it me?” 

“Yes, but not in the way you think.” Bucky added before placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “It’s not just that Steve and I want to be together, we both want to be with you too.”

You looked at Bucky and then at Steve trying to figure out if they were lying but you couldn’t find anything but sincerity in their eyes.

“So the three of us together, in a relationship?”

“What do you say?” Steve asked.

“We would date, the three of us?”

“Among other things.” Bucky gives you a smirk. He cups your cheek and turns your face so that you’re looking at him. His thumb brushes your lower lip and his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes. “God, you have no idea how much I want you, how much we want you. What do you say Pinky, will you be our girl?” 

“Yes.” you say breathlessly. 

Ch. 11

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After a long wait, chapter 4 is finally done and out! Hope y'all enjoy it and sorry it took so long, school and all hit me like a train and i haven't been able to move for often, but it's done and if you haven't read the others, go and read those or nothing is gonna make sense. I am also taking requests for stories, if you have one just send me a ask! Hope y'all enjoy!

Word count: 3963 words

TW: this has vore, panic attacks, and blood so if you don't like those things, don't read

Chapter 3

School Days

  *Beep Beep Beep* Tubbos alarm sounds, the screen flashes red with the number 7:30 am. After a few seconds of constant beeping, tubbo slaps the top of it, making the annoying sound stop in its tracks. "Ugh, damn it's morning already?" Tubbo groans, slightly propping himself up, but stops as he feels a shift of movement on his lower abdomen. He looks down to find Ranboo, his best friend that his mom "bought" about a week ago. He tilted his head and smiled, watching as his tiny chest rose and fell with every breath. " I won't let anything happen to you, not again," Tubbo whispers as he gently nudges Ranboo, accidentally flipping him over completely before whispering ,"Ranboo, time to wake up."

  Ranboo's silent for moment until he mumbles back tiredness still fogging his brain, "five more minutes." Tubbo sighs as he picks up Ranboo, setting him to the side before getting up and slipping on his fuzzy bee slippers. 

  "Ok fine, just five minutes and then we gotta go, ok?" Tubbo tells him before hearing a small "mk" from his sleepy friend. He smiles and walks towards the door, opening slightly before walking through it, closing the door behind him with a thud.

-a few minutes later-

"Ok Ranboo it's time to go," tubbo whispers as he opens the door, looking over to see ranboo staring right at him, his irises glowing a bright purple. Woah, that's new, tubbo thinks before saying, "y- you ready?"

  "Mhm," ranboo sleepily replies as he walked across the fluffy bed. As he did this, tubbo put on his hoodie, the baggage will help hide Ranboos form when he in his pocket. He looks at ranboo, his tail wagging side to side as he rubs his eyes. Tubbo laughs quietly before setting his hand down, ranboo climbing impatiently onto it. Tubbo slowly brings him up to the hoodie pocket, ranboo climbing in not long after. After ranboo gets settled, tubbo grabs his bag that sits beside his bed, before sliding over his arms. Tubbo turns and walks out of his room, quietly going past his mom's room, not wanting to wake her up. After getting down to the kitchen he grabs a pop tart out of the pantry, before opening it and snapping off a piece and gives it to ranboo. After ranboo takes the piece, tubbo sits on one of the stools and begins eating the rest of the poptarts.

   As tubbo eats his breakfast ranboo asks, " why do I need to stay in your hoodie pocket again while your with other people?" Tubbo swallows the piece before replying.

  "Because I don't want you getting hurt, and you being close to me helps that," tubbo explains before taking another bite, finishing the last poptart. Holding a hand under the pocket he gets up before walking towards the door. He grabs the doorknob and twists, letting the door open before walking through. "Now let's get to school," tubbo tells ranboo as he closed the door behind him before he walked to his car, opening the driver seat door and hopping in. Tubbo closes the door and buckles his seatbelt before her turned on the car, his dark green kia rumbled as he did. He put the car into reverse and pulled out of their driveway before driving off to the Oakwood high school. 

-30 minutes later-

As they pull up the school parking lot space, Tubbo unbuckles his seatbelt, before grabbing his backpack from the passenger seat and getting out of the car. He looks around before nudging ranboo, feeling him roll over and mumble something along the lines of, "little longer." I'll let him sleep. He clearly needs it, Tubbo told himself before walking to the two glass doors, opening them to a large hallway. He sees a few other students walking around the side hall, most of them talking with one another. As he walked in, a few of the older kids looked at him with judging eyes before going off about whatever they were talking about before. 

   Maybe I should go somewhere else, tubbo thinks to himself before speed walking to the library and heads inside, exhaling in relief to the sound of silence. He calmly walks over to the nearest table and sits down, grabbing some paper and pen out of his bag before begining to doodle on the paper. A few minutes pass before the sound of books falling catches tubbos attention, making him look away from his paper towards the sound.

  "Hello? Who's there,'' Tubbo demands sheepishly, standing out of his chair with pen still in hand. He looked into the dark corner, squinting hard as he saw a silhouette in the darkness. He walked closer, then the thing turned to look over its shoulder in a bird-like manner, its golden yellow eyes staring right at him, making him feel uneasy. The creature comes closer, revealing itself in the light from the window. Tubbo looks again over its features, realizing it's a hybrid boy, just like him. This boy has tiny wings, a raccoon-like tail, and hair that is as shiny as his eyes are gold. 

  "You look new, some type of goat I suppose," the boy exclaimed, making circles around tubbo, his tail and ears flicking curiously, "what's your name, 'ought to get to know you." 

  "Um, t- tubbo, what's yours," tubbo replied as he watched him circle him.

 "It's Tommy, but you can call me big man Toms," Tommy replied before hopping onto one of the tall shelves, sitting there like a gargoyle, his tail swaying back and forth. "So, how long have you been here, haven't seen you around here much," Tommy asked as he sat there. 

  "Uh, only for a few months, just moved here," tubbo told him as he messed with his jacket string, but froze when he felt ranboo move before he leaned onto the edge of the pocket.

  "Who are you talking to?" Ranboo asked tiredly as he looked around the room, seeing Tommy looking straight at him, "um tubbo."

  "What?" He looked back up at tommy who was looking down at ranboo, his eyes staring at him before asking.

  "What's that? Never seen anything like it." Tommy jumped from his post, making tubbo step back a bit.

  "His name is ranboo, and he's not a thing, he's a friend," tubbo explained, holding ranboo close while he's still in the pocket. 

  Tommy stood up straight before laughing, "you really think I would hurt him, don't you? God that's so funny, I like you," he jumped down and put out his clawed hand before asking, "wanna be friends?"

  "Uh, sure why not," tubbo said as he shook Tommy's hand, the first bell going off not long after. "Well it was nice meeting you tommy, but I gotta go to class," he explains as he picks up his stuff and slings his backpack over his shoulder," bye."

    "Bye tubbo, and if you need help with somethin' just call my name and I'll come runnin'!" Tommy says back as he hops onto another shelf, now out of sight, leaving tubbo alone again.

    Tubbo sighed before pushing out the doors, leaving for his classrooms. He walked down the winding hall before he got to his favorite class, reading. 

    He walked in, taking his seat in the back corner, where no one really pays attention to. He sat down and got out his supplies while the other kids chatted amongst themselves, before the teacher called out, "quiet down and turn to page 149 of your books and begin reading." Everyone stopped talking and took out their books before they started reading immediatly, except tubbo who was drawing on a peice of paper with earbuds in, listening to an audiobook instead. The teacher looked over at him and smiled brefily before going back to grading papers.

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    Tubbo walks down the crowded hall towards his last class of the day PE, the large metal door coming into sight as he turns the corner. He weaves through the crowd of students towrds the doors, but as he reaches the doors he's pulled into the library and thrown against one of the bookshelves, Ranboo getting knocked out of the pocket in the process. Tubbo hits his head on the mohogany shelves, putting his hand on his head as he sees two highschoolers grab at his arms, immobilizing his movement and ranboo hiding behind tubbos pant leg. Tuboo rapidly glances around the library before hearing the sound of claws being scraped across one of the bookshelves, another highschooler comes out from behind the bookshelf, a cat hybrid with void-like fur covering his legs and part of his neck.

   "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in? Why isn't it Dream's younger brother, Tubbo," he spoke, his voice stinging at tubbos ears as he continued, "and I think you know why you're here, isn't that right?"

   "Y- yes, and I still don't have t- the money to repay you, i'm trying, a- and im sorry, ill make s- sure to get it," tubbo stammered, but stops as the cat hybrid grabs at shirt and says.

   "Is this all just a game to you? It's been two months since the last time you said that! I'm getting impatient about this agreement and if you don't get it through your thick skull, i'm going to take the thing you love most..." tubbo gulps at the last few words that spill from his mouth, but the feeling of tiny hands grabbing at tubbos pant leg makes tubbo looks slightly down, seeing ranboo gripping his pants.

   The cat looks at tubbo confusingly and then looks down to where he's looking, seeing Ranboo, an evil grin spreads across his face ear to ear.

"Well, I guess you have a little pet with you, how sweet," the bully chuckles softly before he snatches ranboo up with a single clawed hand, 

"Don't touch him! He's not a pet, he's a-,"Tubbos pleads but gets cut off by one of the goons that kept him held in place by putting their hand over his mouth. Tubbo watches his friend Ranboo squirm as he tries to escape, but a pained wheeze escapes ranboo mouth as the hybrid squeezes his abdomen. 

  "He's a what? I didn't quite catch that last bit, did you mean to say snack perhaps, maybe a little treat after PE, hm?" The cat mocks, his clawed finger fumbling with ranboos mismatched hair as he talks. Ranboos' face went pale at the remark of the term "snack," his heart fastening under the bandages his scars are covered with. The bully smells the air and sighs in satisfaction before saying, "Ah... I just love the smell of fear.. The scent is so scrumptious it is unbearable, can you smell it Tubbo?" Tubbo takes a whiff of the air, his nose scrunching along with a disgusted look spreaded across his face afterwards. 

   Ranboos eyes flick from the person that holds him to his friend tubbo, whose eyes lock with tears filling the corners of his eyes, ranboos captor smiles and asks," Oh... so this is what you have a strong connection with huh? A thing that you love?" Tubbo looks at him and struggles, knowing well what he's meaning, before biting the hand that covers his mouth, the goon pulling his hand away from tubbo.

   "Don't you even touch a single hair on him you jerk!" tubbo demands, the cat looking at him like a fool as he chuckled

   "Oh I won't, you will..." as he said that, both of the highschoolers let go of tubbos arms and walked to stand behind the cat hybrid, who hands ranboo over haphazardly before continuing," you wanna why we were created tubbo?"

   "N- no,'' Tubbo replies as he holds his friend in a fist, ranboo eyes looking around wildly, looking dazed immensely. 

   "We were created to kill the weak tubbo, we were created to destroy things like the little pests they are, so with that, I want you to destroy your little pet, that'll buy you some time to get the money," the cat says with a monotone voice, his eyes scowling tubbo like he was a little sheep he is. Ranboos eyes go wide on what the bully demands tubbo to do, his squirming increasing in tubbos hands, tubbo squeezing upon instinct.

  Tubbo steps back against the bookshelf before stammering, "I won't, and you can't make me or i'll-"

   "You'll do what? Call your big brother to save you? He isn't here to save you now, and if you won’t, I will," the cat intejects, pointing at himself as he stepped closer and continued, " and don't worry, you'll get the hang of it, you just gotta try it out first."

   Tubbo looks down at ranboo, whose face filled with disbelief as he shakes his head, his eyes wide and tears filling the corners, making tubbo wince.

   "Hurry up, or do I have to take this into my own hands?" the cat says impatiently, his tail flicking back and forth behind him.

   Tubbo closes his eyes and shoves Ranboo into his mouth, the saltiness and coppery flavor immediately hitting tubbos tongue. Tubbo makes a disgusted face and puts his hand on his mouth, feeling ranboo bang on his teeth as tiny tears hit his tongue, hearing his tiny pleads on being let out. He presses ranboo to the roof of his mouth and swallows the excess saliva. He lowers ranboo and moves him to the back of the throat and swallows, his friend sucked down and down after every swallow. His guilt is unbearable, but he smiles slightly as he looks up at the cat hybrid.

   "Damn, just diving into the deep end huh? You even got blood on your teeth," the cat remarks as he turns and makes his way to the door, his goons following suit, "See you in a month or two I guess." 

    As they leave through the library door, tubbo collapses to his knees, one of his hands to his abdomen and one to his mouth, trying hard not to throw up on what just happenedbefore whispering.

   "Ranboo?"

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   Ranboos filled with disbelief as he bangs on tubbos teeth as he begs to be let out, "Tubbo let me out! Please!"

   Tears sting his eyes as he bangs on tubbos canines with brute force, discombobulated thoughts rushing through his mind, Why did I trust him!?  I should've ran when I had the chance, now i'm going to die by my own friend. Before long he gets pinned to the the roof of tubbos mouth, felling one of his stitches pop under the bandages, blood seeping his already saliva-soaked sweater.He winces in pain and tries to move, but stops in his tracks when he hears the worst sound imaginable,

 Gulp .

   He screws his eyes shut for the worst, but he didn't even move, only lowered from the roof of the mouth slowly. He sighs in relief, but that relief is short-lived when he's slid back towards the throat, his breath hitching when he hears another swallow, sending half his body into the throat, and another sealing his fate, sending him down and down after every swallow. His body being crushed by the moving muscles which make it feel like hell, the bone crushing feeling like minutes until it opens up into a pouch, him landing face first into a liquid. 

   Acid, Ranboos mind jumps to and he scrambles to get out, his body trembling and aching while his mind is fogging, his body being overwhelmed by the sounds of working organs around him. Tubbos heart beating fast, while his lungs hyperventilate. Ranboos curls upon himself, his mind racing and body trembling, the feeling of numbness overwhelming him. He doesn't even get mercy on not being able to see his flesh being melted off his bones due to the greenish glow the entire stomach has. "Please let me out tubbo! Please..." Ranboo sobs out, wincing under the pain his body has endured, putting pressure on the popped stitches on his lower abdomen. A few minutes pass of silence minus the working organs around him, which has slowed down to a moderate heartbeat and breathing.

   Ranboo sits there, trembling under everything that just happened, the recurring thought that's popping up in his mind, Why did I trust him so much. But that thought is rushed away when ranboo is squished, most of his body flung into the glowing goo. He squirms a bit to try to get in a better position, but bites his lip in pain.

   "Ranboo?" Tubbo whispered, his hand letting go of the chamber, letting ranboo breathe and fall back into the goo that's settled at the bottom of the stomach.

   Ranboo silently sobs by the sound of tubbos' voice, his body curling up on himself.

   "Shit shit shit," Tubbo curses, getting up and running out of the library, the bathroom not far.

   Ranboo falls back into the goo, sticking to his hair and clothes, the smell being horrible. He looks down at his skin, picturing his skin falling off his bones, but not even a burn has shown on his body, but he spots tiny holes scattered about his sweater and bandages, faint sizzling emitting off the holes.

  The jostling slows, the sound of tubbo trying to cough him up. The organ squeezes and pushes ranboo uncomfortably up tubbos throat and back up onto a paper towel, along with the goo he was sitting in. 

   "Ranboo! Are you alright," Tubbo asked worriedly as he tries to wipe the excess acid, only for ranboo to push the paper towel away, tears in his eyes. "Ranboo... I didn't mean for you to get hurt, I- I just tried to protect you."

   "Oh yea. Is this protecting to you!?" Ranboo snaps at him, pulling on his saliva and blood soaked sweater, the holes showing visibly through the fabric and onto the bandages that cover his stitches, "I could've died and you would've just went on your way, knowing fully well that you did it!" 

   "It's was the only way, I read that your kind is immune to it in a book somewhere, I know I hurted you but I didn't mean it, and you're bleeding, God I'm so sorry..." Tubbo explains, but his explanation falling onto deaf ears, ranboo visibly shaking with fear in tubbos palm.

   Ranboo collapses to his knees and sobs into the heels of his palms, the situation overwhelming him tremendously. "I-I thought I could trust you..." Ranboo sobs out, his breathing hitching as he spoke every word. 

   The bell rings for everyone to go home, Tubbo sighing before saying as he sets ranboo in his pocket, "c'mon ranboo, let's go home."

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   Ranboo sits in his kennel and looks down at his ruined sweater, the holes burned through the fabric enough to put his hand through, making him think, why did my sweater burn but not me? The door opens and tubbo walks in,closing the door behind him and he flops onto his bed.

   "Good night ranboo... Rest well ok?" Tubbo says in a monotone voice. Ranboo stays silent and picks up his journal, looking at technos address he wrote onto the first page. 

   14th Cadbury Ave. 296 That's not far from here, ranboo thought, the faint noise of tubbo snoring making ranboo make up his mind. Ranboo ties all his blankets together and ties them to the crate before throwing the rest out the cracked window, reaching the ground perfectly. Ranboo grabs a hoodie and slips it on, grabbing his journal and the blanket rope after. He looks at tubbo one more time before climbing down, landing on the soft grass a few minutes later. "14th Cadbury Ave. it's this way I believe," ranboo whispers to himself as he walks away from the underscore household, and into the unknown of the world.

   -few hours later- 

   Tubbo wakes up from a nightmare, his face sweaty and heart racing, but a chilly breeze hits him, making him look over at the cracked window. He pushes the blankets off him and slips on his slippers before getting up and walks over to the window. He grabs the window sill to push it down but stops as he sees the blankets wrapped together to make a rope, leading outside. Tubbo panics and looks into ranboos crate, seeing nothing inside, making his heart skip a beat. He opens his door and goes down the hall and opens puffy's door, tubbo going over to puffy and shaking her gently awake repeating, "mom, ranboo's gone and I think he left out the window."

   Puffy wakes up and says, "you sure? Did you check in his kennel?" Tubbo nods his head vigorously, puffy looking at him with disbelief. Puffy gets out of bed and follows tubbo to his room, tubbo turning on the light as he walks in. 

   "Oh my..." Puffy says as she sees the blankets rope tied the the transport kennel, "why would he leave?"

   Tubbo feels a pang of guilt as puffy asks that question, the taste of copper unable to leave his mouth, it eating away at his conscience. 

  "Tubbo? Is there something you need to tell me?" Puffy asks in a worried tone, tubbo sighing and sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

   "I messed up so badly at school yesterday," tubbo explains as puffy sits beside him as he continues, " so yesterday the bully I've told you about said he'll take the thing I l-loved most if I didn't get him the money, and he found ranboo hiding with me, afterwards he found out that Ranboo was the thing I loved most. And he-," tubbo stops for a moment, his breathe hitching as he continues further," he told me I had to k-kill ranboo mom, I didn't want to so the only thought I had is to eat him. I knew he wasn't going to get hurt based on his genes about being immune to acids, extreme heat and cold, I didn't mean to scare him, and he was bleeding, I-I tried to help but he just pushed me away, God I'm such a bad friend." Tubbo lays his head in his hands again. Puffy sits there for a moment before placing her hand on tubbos back and rubs it as tubbo cries into his hands.

   "You tried to protect him, he was just scared, you would probably be scared if that happened to you, just give him time, he'll come back," puffy calmly remarked as she continues rubbed circles on tubbos back before looking over at the window as she says, "I promise."

   "Just around the corner, " ranboo repeats as he walks on the side of the sidewalk through the lantern lit streets with houses lining the streets. He turns the corner and comes up to a house, 296 . Ranboo sighs with relief as he climbs the steps before reaching the gigantic door seeing the doorbell about 60 feet in the air., How am I going to ring the doorbell, ranboo thinks, but he sees a smaller door right beside it, with a accurate sized doorbell, looking exactly identical to the gigantic one. "That'll do," ranboo states as he walks over to the door and hesitantly rings the doorbell, I quiet chime emits from it. He stands there for a moment, hearing voices inside before someone opens the door, but the person isn't not techno. Instead it a tiny like him, but giant birdlike wings sit on his back along with blond hair that looks like pure gold tied up into a messy bun. He wears a dark green robe with a red heart necklace around his neck that glows faintly.

   "How can I help ya mate?" The winged tiny asks with a smile.

part 2 chapter 1

[thedeliverygod]

Repostober: Day 7 (Belated)

Apparently half of my fluffy one-shots are inspired by the omake where Trash Dad texted Yato pretending to be Hiyori LOL. Not really but, it's been at least a few. Here's one.

It Started With a Text

Are you awake?

Hiyori stared at her dimly lit phone as her finger lingered over the send button, unsure of whether or not she should bother him. It was 1:30 in the morning, after all; he more than likely wasn’t awake. Still, just as she considered deleting it, she ended up hitting send anyway.

She shut her eyes tightly and flipped her phone over to block out the light. Maybe she wouldn’t wake him up and he would just see the text in the morning. He’d probably be a little too concerned and overbearing, but it certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

But her phone vibrated in her hand and that plan went out the window.

Well I wasn’t but I am now. What’s up?

Hiyori frowned. Sorry… You can go back to sleep if you want. I’m okay, really.

His response came almost immediately.

C’mon Hiyori don’t be like that.

It’s really nothing. I just can’t sleep. She tried to dissuade him, but Yato was never really one to drop a subject.

Any particular reason why?

No, just sort of feeling restless. She had been tossing and turning all night and couldn’t get comfortable for whatever reason. After a thought crossed her mind, she texted it to him, My body sleeps all the time whenever my soul slips out, so I guess it’s finally catching up to me.

His response takes a bit longer this time and she finds herself staring at her phone impatiently until the text finally shows up and it makes her breath catch in her throat.

Maybe. Can I come over there so we can just talk in person?

Why?

It’d just be easier. Plus I’ve heard being on your phone keeps you awake so I’m sure this isn’t helping you at all.

Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance, realizing he was right on both accounts. Just be quiet okay? And no going into my kitchen this time… She sighed, sliding forward so that she could sit up straight.

Moments later he appeared in front of her in his white t-shirt and what looked like a worn out pair of gym shorts, “Believe it or not, I’m actually not a big fan of midnight snacks and things like that.”

“Shh.” Hiyori stuck a finger to her lips, “And what about that time I stayed over at Kofuku’s?”

He looked up, thinking, “Oh, well it’s different when I’ve been drinking…”

She blinked and gave him a tired stare, “Right.”

“So, restless, huh?” He sat down on her bed, just a few inches away from where her feet were under the covers.

“Mhm.” She hummed in response and gave a small nod.

Yato tilted his head curiously, “Have anything that usually makes you tired?”

“Like what?”

“I dunno, some people like piano music or those sound machine things that sound like crickets chirping or waves from the ocean. Or sometimes certain smells make people sleepy, like a lot of things specifically labeled for nighttime have lavender in them and stuff like that.”

‘A certain smell…’ Hiyori’s gaze washed over Yato before her eyes widened and she felt her cheeks burning from even considering such a thing.

“Then there’s things like certain flavors of tea or hot milk… Any of that sound good to you?” She heard him finish off his list, missing some of the things towards the middle as she was distracted by trying to fight off her blush.

She shook her head slowly, “Um, not really…”

He clicked his tongue, thinking of other options before he suggested excitedly, “What about a massage?”

“Yato, shh!” She cringed at his loudness and they both spent a moment watching her door, listening and watching the crack at the bottom of the door to see if the hallway light would flicker on. After the tension had passed, Hiyori let out a relieved sigh and answered, “I guess a massage doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

He held out his open palm, “That’ll be five yen.”

Hiyori’s eyes flickered to where her wallet sat across the room and she gave a fake pout, “Please don’t make me get out of bed.”

“Fineee.” He rolled his eyes before sliding off of her bed to go receive his payment, “But I’m taking two coins because that was technically a second wish.”

Hiyori shook her head, “Okay.”

He fiddled with her wallet before moving his hand to his pocket and turning back around. Once he had reclaimed his spot at the middle of her bed, he grinned at her and held his hands out in front of him, “C’mere, Hiyori!”

She bit her lip as she did what he requested, wondering if this maybe wasn’t the best idea after all. The blush was returning to her cheeks and she felt extremely awkward as she angled her back towards him. However, that was forgotten shortly after he started to rub her shoulders and she relaxed into his touch.

“Good?” She heard him ask curiously.

“Mhm.” She hummed, her eyes closed, “Maybe just a tiny bit more pressure and it’d be perfect.”

“Okay.” His thumbs pressed just a little bit harder into her back as he made wide circles. Once he moved his hands lower to her mid back, her spine gave a few pops and he commented, “Jeez, Hiyori. No wonder you can’t sleep.”

She made a small squeak in response and blinked her eyes open, “I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“You stressed out about anything?” He changed the positioning of his hands, his knuckles now lightly moving up and down her back.

Hiyori closed her eyes and let out a breath, thinking, “Not really; not more than usual, anyway. School can get hard sometimes, but that’s about it.”

“Any family drama? Stuff with your friends?” He took a slight pause, “Boy troubles?”

“N-no.” She suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that it was Yato’s hands moving across her back and her face started to burn once again, “None of that.”

He hummed in thought, “There’s gotta be something.”

“It might literally be just not being able to sleep. This is the third night in a row.” She admitted quietly and she felt his hands leave her.

“What?” She turned her head to look at him and his blue eyes were wide with concern, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? And what made you decide to text me tonight?”

Hiyori turned back around and shrugged, answering sheepishly, “I don’t know. I just thought that you might still be awake since you stay up late sometimes. And I thought that it’d be nice to have someone to talk to instead of just staring at the ceiling and wishing I could fall asleep. I didn’t really expect you to come over, though…”

“But aren’t you glad I did?” She felt his hands return to her back, brushing so lightly that it actually made her shiver.

She bit her lip, embarrassed beyond belief and trying to think of something to say as he hesitated. “Yeah, the massage feels really nice and I think it’s helping. So thank you, Yato.” Her voice came out very breathy and shaky, hoping that he would just go back to what he was doing earlier and that she could relax again.

 He did as she wished and she felt his hands at her back again, though he returned to the same light pressure he’d been using when he first started. “You’re welcome.” His tone was soft and she noticed the pace of his hands seemed to slow down too; almost as if he was being cautious.

After another minute passed, she realized it was beginning to feel less and less like a massage and more like him just admiring her, tracing out her frame. She didn’t say anything, but she inhaled and her breath caught in her throat for the second time that night.

Yato must have felt her tensing up because he froze as well, “Do you want me to stop?”

She parted her lips and the air came rushing out, “N-no.”

His hands moved against her shoulders briefly before she found his arms around her waist, pulling her backwards. Hiyori closed her eyes again and covered his arms with hers, feeling the warmth of his body against her back as she leaned against him.

He leaned forward as well, resting his chin on her shoulder and hiding his face against her neck and in her hair. And just as she was starting to think that she was comfortable enough to potentially doze off, she realized she could feel his breath against her neck. The sensation was electrifying to say the least and it put her on edge.

Yato, however, didn’t seem to notice this time. He stayed in place, just holding her tightly. Desperately, even.

“Yato,” She opened her eyes and reached up a little higher, her hand moving through his hair, “Are you okay?”

“What?” He pulled away slightly, enough to meet her eyes, “Oh, yeah.” He closed his eyes and lowered his head again, this time pressing his cheek against hers and repeating, “Yeah. I’m just… thinking.”

She blinked, “About?”

“You. This.” He nudged his head against hers, admitting more quietly, “I never dreamed that I’d ever actually be able to do this. I’d hoped, but you know… I didn’t think I would ever actually get that lucky.” His voice trailed off.

“Lucky?” She repeated in disbelief, “I think I should be the one saying that; I’m just an ordinary person.” She paused and let out a sheepish laugh, “I mean, mostly… aside from the whole soul slipping out thing. But Yato, you’re a god. How could you possibly be lucky to—to have me?” She wasn’t sure how to phrase it.

He pressed his lips against her cheek without hesitation, “Because you’re you, Hiyori.”

It was so simple, but it was somehow exactly what she needed to hear.

 “Yato.” She lowered her arms back towards her lap and shifted, trying to wiggle out of his grasp until he let go. She turned around and sat on her knees in the space between his legs, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck.

As she urged him forward, he reached out to return one of his hands to her waist and the other to cup her chin. His used his thumb to stroke her skin just at her jawline, staring down at her with a small, contented smile. Yato’s eyes were always stunning, but they were even more so in the dark; and even more yet when they were sweeping over her full of adoration.

 She was practically in a trance as she looked back at him, her lips parted and her thoughts lost.

He let out a laugh, noticing how intensely her attention was focused on him, and she let out a small huff in return. “Hiyori,” He moved his hand to the top of her head, slowly combing his fingers through her hair, “I love you.” As his fingers reached the ends of her hair, he looked down and mumbled, “But I’m sure you knew that already.”

She held him tighter, “I love you too.”

Yato reached up to cup her chin again, though he just stared at her again for a moment before he finally asked, “Can I kiss you, Hiyori?”

“Well, I was sort of hoping you would.” She answered breathlessly with a small laugh.

He laughed too and brushed his thumb against her cheek, “Your wish has been heard loud and clear.”

She closed her eyes and mumbled softly, “Do you need another five yen, now?”

Yato’s lips ghosted over hers, pulling away only after a few seconds to answer her question, though he remained only an inch or so away from her, “No. And I didn’t take anything before, either. I only pretended to.”

“Really?” She answered back, but she wasn’t particularly interested in that anymore. That kiss was a tease and she needed so much more.

“Really.” He repeated before closing the distance between them.

His lips were warm and soft, and so gentle. She returned his affection the best she could, but it seemed that she couldn’t match his tenderness. In every way he touched her, both now as his fingers grazed across her neck and when he had been massaging her, it was becoming more and more clear how precious she was to him.

 As he said, she’d known that he had feelings for her. His elaborate gifts, his tweets, his interrupted proposals, the way that he followed her around like a lost puppy —he made his crush abundantly clear to the whole world.

But she thought that was it, just a crush. Even when she did start to fall in love with him, she had always kept those sort of thoughts to herself as she thought he wasn’t serious about it. It was only tonight that she realized his feelings went so much deeper.

Hiyori played with the back of his hair as she kissed him back, switching back and forth between massaging his scalp and twirling strands around the end of her finger.

Yato smiled against her, “My hair’s gonna be a mess because of you.”

“Too bad.” She answered swiftly, continuing to twirl his hair, “It was already messed up from you sleeping on it, anyway.”

Yato grimaced and pulled away, “What? I tried to fix it before coming here…” He glanced around the room for Hiyori’s mirror and started to get up before she pulled on his arm.

“Are you seriously worried about your hair right now?” She forced him to sit back down, her voice rising in disbelief.

His lips curled upwards into a smirk and he leaned back towards her, “What’s wrong, Hiyori~? Can’t stand to be without me now?”

She shot him a glare before looking down at her comforter, muttering, “Not right now, no.”

She looked back up to see his smug look had faded into a much softer expression, “Do you want me to stay?”

Hiyori blinked, “What?”

“Do you want me to stay here with you?” He patted her bed, “Will it help you go to sleep?”

Her cheeks burned at his suggestion, but she admitted, “Probably…”

“Okay then.” He moved past her and started to crawl under the blankets, trying to nudge her with his foot to get her to move out of the way of his legs.

“B-but what about Yukine-kun? When he wakes up and you aren’t there?” Her cheeks burned even more.

Yato shrugged, “He’s gotta find out eventually. But if you really want, I can just say I fell asleep on your floor or your couch.” She stuttered the beginning of another sentence but he stopped her, leaning forward to pull on her arm, “You need to go to sleep, it’s getting really late. I’ve already been too much of a bad influence.”

“Okay, okay.” She sighed in response, her heart rate nearly doubling as she lifted the blanket and started to shift towards him.

He automatically draped an arm over her middle and pulled her closer, tilting his head down to kiss her forehead, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” She echoed and snuggled against his chest and neck, already feeling his wonderful smell relaxing all of her senses.  

[honey-dew-woo]

Top Gun Second Gen | Chapter Six

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I groaned as I rolled over in bed, shutting my eyes tight in hopes it would stop the blaring beeping of my alarm clock. Rolling over, I noticed that the sun was beginning to rise just outside. A neon red '6:00' was read against the black screen of the clock on the night stand, as I managed to press the button allowing for silence.

Contemplating my decisions, I began to walk through the house and to the kitchen. The house was cold, and dark where the sun's rays had not yet penetrated the house windows. It was clear that Bradley was still asleep, and honestly I most likely would be too. But today was my suspension day, and I know I was supposed to take it to 'think about what I did wrong' and 'improve'.

Truth be told, I don't think I did anything wrong. Sure, violence was wrong blah blah blah, but Jake needed to be knocked down a few levels. I rubbed the remaining sleepiness from my eyes before opening the fridge to grab the bacon and eggs. I had decided to pay Bradley back for when he cooked breakfast, doing the same for him.

It wasn't long after I had finished the bacon, and was now working on the eggs, that the brunet male had woken up. I heard him stir around the house, but thought nothing of it until I had placed the eggs onto a plate. "Oooh, bacon." I heard him say, as I felt his chest against my back, his arm sliding around my side as he grabbed at the red piece of meat.

Blood rushing to my face, I chose that it would be best to focus on the plates of food before me. "Morning." I smiled, turning around before patting him on his chest, taking my plate of food and going over to the living room to sit before the television on the couch.

"So, what are your plans for your big day off?" Bradley asked, sinking himself into the large armchair. I mocked offense, pulling the fork that was once holding scrambled eggs out of my mouth, placing my hand on my chest in my mockery.

I swallowed the food in my mouth before responding. "Lieutenant Bradshaw." I gasped, "How dare you insinuate that I am taking my suspension as a day off. I'll have you know I am taking it very seriously." I insisted, before laughing as he looked at me with a 'yeah right' face.

"I'm gonna have a beach day with Penny. I called her last night. Help around the bar a little and then chill on the beach." I spoke seriously, after finishing off my breakfast. I eyed Bradley suspiciously, a grin on his face as if there was some joke I wasn't aware of.  "What?"

"Oh nothing." he trailed off, finishing his breakfast and bringing the plate to the kitchen. I stood up, following him with my own plate and placing it in the sink. "Right then." He nodded at me, smiling to which I could only return.

"Alright Lieutenant Bradshaw, don't go crashing your plane without me." I grinned, cheekily.

"No ma'am, I wouldn't dream of it." He winked, walking out the door.

It wasn't long after that I followed Bradley out the door, headed to the Hard Deck bar. And after a few hours of good old stock and inventory with Penny, it was her and I on the beach. The nice crashing waves, the hot sun matched against the cool lemonade, my eyes fluttering between paperback pages, the football hurling towards my face- wait.

"What the-" I spoke, diving out of my chair, my book abandoned to the grainy sand beneath me. The brown leather ball fell behind me, as Penny looked spooked herself, clutching her book to her chest, eyes wide.

"Sorry Rebel!" I heard Hangman's voice call out. My brows furrowed, looking to the shoreline to see the Top Gun crew, and Bradley's stupidly smug grin at me. I narrowed my eyes beneath the sunglasses that ultimately hid my gaze.

"You alright there?" Maverick's voice rang out, the ball collected underneath his arm as he offered a hand to me on the floor. I swear I could see Penny staring at him out of the corner of my eyes.

I took my dad's hand, and pulled myself up from the sand. Brushing the sand off, I then crossed my arms, looking at him angrily. "You play beach football, on the one day I'm suspended?" I asked, angrily.

His grin only widened as I could stare at him with mock anger and shock. "Sorry sweetheart." My dad smiled, patting my shoulder before going back to the beach. I shook my head, pulling my forgotten about book out of the sand. Shaking the sand out, I huffed before returning to the lounge chair next to Penny.

Placing my book in front of me, I looked over the book to see my fellow pilots playing beach football. My face hidden behind my book as I smirked at Bradley, who had just scored a touchdown and was mocking Hangman after chest bumping with Payback.

Maverick had left the game a few moments before, opting to sit next on the other side of Penny. I jumped when I realized there was a shadow casting over the three of us. We all looked over to see Admiral Simpson. "Captain Mitchell."

I gulped, watching the two. "Admiral Simpson."

"Care to explain what we're doing out here on the beach?"

"You told me to make a team, Admiral. That's what I'm doing." Dad returned, staring back at his team, beer in hand.

"Lieutenant Mitchell." I jumped again, still holding my book as I looked nervously over at the Admiral, my eyes still hiding behind my sunglasses.

"Sir?" I asked.

"There a reason you're not playing with your team? And maybe why your book is upside down?" He asked, arms folded as he too, alongside dad looked out the sea.

Shit. I flipped my book over, then placed it down onto my thigh. "I'm suspended, after yesterday, Sir." I explained, also looking to view the sea and pilots playing football.

"You're suspended from flying for the day, Lieutenant. Not team bonding. Go get out there and teach one of them how to actually throw a football." Simpson mocked, before walking off.

A growing grin formed on my face, as I looked over to Penny and dad almost for approval. They both nodded, and I placed my sunglasses and book in my chair, rushing over to the pilots after kicking off my sandals.

Cheers were heard from the team as I laughed, grabbing the football from Coyote before Hondo could whistle to start the next round.

"Alright Mitchell, games on." I heard Hangman beside me as I smiled and shook my head. The whistle blew shortly after, and we were off. I sidestepped Payback, who was running at me before throwing the ball to Phoenix.

Natasha had a good run with Hangman on her tail, and I ran as fast as I could- in jean shorts, atleast- to the madeup endzone. "Phoenix!" I yelled, jumping up.

Her reflexes were fast, the ball now hurling towards me. But I was ready this time, catching the ball mid air. The whistle from Hondo signalling the score resulted in cheers, but my joy was short lived as I saw Bradley lunge towards me.

His arms connected with my waist, and I soon felt my back hit the somehow hard and wet sand. Letting out a graon as I opened my eyes, looking up at Rooster.

I could only offer a grin, as Bradley quirked an eyebrow at me. His arms on either side of me, pinning me to the ground. His biceps glistening from the sun and sweat highlighted his dog tags that dangled near my face.

Not sure if it was the beers or the moderate heat exhaustion to give me a boost of confidence, but something did. "Y'know, usually when you pin girls down like this you buy 'em a few drinks first."

He raised both of his eyebrows at this, his aviators that would usually cover whatever mischevious look he had in his eyes long abandoned. A smirk took over his place before he replied, "I think I've bought you more than enough drinks by now," he paused, as his breath caught on my face, him lowering his head closer to mine before whispering, "And usually girls who are pinned underneath me are wearing less clothes." He winked, grabbing football from my hand and jogging back to the group for another round.

I sat up, blood rushing to my face again before yelling out at him again, "Asshole!"

"You're just mad you got tackled!" Fanboy's voice rang off as I stood up.

"Come say that to my face, Fanboy!" I teased, a smile evident on my face as we all got ready to startup again. And we did that, over and over. We played the game until the sun set and Penny practically kicked us off the beach, insisting we all go home.

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[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

Hi 🧸-anon here.

Something that would be kinda funny would be like, staying up really late on a weekend hanging with Levi (probably binging some anime or playing games in his room) and then you just look at the clock and go,

“Damn, it’s 6 am already”

And like, you look at each other, nod and go directly back to what you were doing before looking at the clock. Later it’d be even funnier when all of the others would bare witness to neither of you looking alive, while simultaneously jumping between that “I’m so tired I seem more awake than anyone” and “It’s taking all my willpower to stay awake and not fall asleep at 1 pm”

Idk just some fun 3 am thoughts

Catch you later 👋

I love this because I am definitely the second one and all my friends say it is really funny to watch me try to stay awake.

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Here's how I imagine it.

They are both sitting there playing some long co-op game (it takes two, mario, etc.) They started late thinking it'll be easy, and we are REAL gamers so we can speed run it without ever playing it before.

It wasn't a speedrun. MC looks up from taking a swig of their energy drink and sees the clock. It reads 6:00 AM.

"Hey Levi."

"What?"

"It's 6:00 AM"

Now he looks at the clock. They both stare at it until it changes to 6:01. Before looking at each other and then looking back to the TV.

"I need your help for this part." The time completely disregarded. I mean, they have to at least be halfway done, right? (Wrong) They finish the game at like 3:00 PM with high fives.

Now they both decide to venture out for "Breakfast" and this is when the residents of the House of Lamentations bare witness to the sleep deprived duo.

Levi would be the I'm more awake than everyone type of sleep deprived. He is able to cope somewhat well. He looks pretty normal, except he is putting orange juice in his cereal. Wait, now he put the cereal box in the fridge. Why is he using a fork? Maybe he isn't alright.

MC on the other hand, I think would be the one using all their willpower to stay awake. They stumble around the kitchen making their bowl of cereal. They actually put in the right ingredients (not without dropping some of it and making a mess of course) all before plopping at the table and falling asleep face first in the bowl.

Here are the brother's reactions to

Sleep Deprived MC (and Levi)

💙 Lucifer -

He is mad that Levi would keep MC locked up in his room like that! And on a school night!

Because of that MC missed all their classes and it reflects poorly on him.

He does think it is kinda cute how they stumble around...

"Please be careful where you are pouring MC"

He tips the milk back before they get it everywhere.

He also makes sure to put everything that Levi moved, back in its proper place and clean up their mess.

💛 Mammon -

He is very worried.

He keeps pulling MC in different directions because they keep trying to run into the counters!

"Oi, Watch where your going!"

Definitely records Levi's triumphant look as he tries to eat cereal with a fork and asks "why is my spoon broken?"

Mammon is also the one to pull MC's face out of the cereal and lean their head back against the chair. Can't have them drowning.

🧡 Leviathan -

Records MC running into every counter and laughs everytime they say "ouch" (which is everytime they hit something)

Thinks he is so awake and smart.

Until he tastes how disgusting cereal and orange juice is and wonders when the milk went bad.

MC laughs a little before face planting into their cereal.

He laughs at them before doing the same.

💚 Satan -

Definitely smirks and watch the two putz around for awhile.

Doesn't help Levi at all, just let's him put things in wrong places and eat terrible cereal.

Satan at least hands MC the right ingredients.

"No, that's a plate. Here is a bowl, love."

Makes sure they don't make a huge mess (but doesn't clean up any messes they do make, just to piss off Lucifer)

💖 Asmodeus -

Would think MC is just so adorable when sleepy.

"MC! You need to keep up with your beauty rest otherwise you will get wrinkles. I know just how to fix this. You need a self care day."

He watches them start the cereal and then eventually guides a sleepy MC to lay on his bed. (And No, he did not clean up or put away anything)

They then fall asleep and he would do a whole self care routine on their face while they sleep (like the tiktoks where the girlfriends do it to their boyfriends) it would have cleansers, those rollers to tighten skin, face masks, the works.

Definitely doesn't care about Levi or the well being of his skin.

❤ Beelzebub -

This poor boy doesn't want you to get hurt.

Tells MC to sit at the table while he makes them cereal. (Proceeds to make them a Beel sized bowl)

MC's head starts to lull forward but he catches them and feeds a sleepy MC to make sure they get their sustenance.

He then eats the rest of their bowl and Levi's (because he just left it after tasting it)

After the snack he carries MC to his room and proceeds to cuddle them while they nap.

💜 Belphegor -

He definitely just sleepily watches.

Laughs at how stupid Levi is being, before yawning and realizing that now is the perfect time to bond with MC.

Gently guides MC away from the milk they just pulled out, grabs a few small snacks and heads up to his bed.

He would offer them food, but by the time he pulls back the blankets they just crawl in and pass out.

Now he can get all the snuggles he wants with no interruptions!

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𖧷 - bakugou, shoto, izuku x gn!r

𖧷 - scenarios; comfort/ reader is panicked in bakugou's, mention of drinks in shoto' & izuku's, cursing in bakugou's, not proofread

𖧷 - wc. 2104

𖧷 - an. dunno what to say here besides i hope these dont flop bc theyre longer 😵‍💫 edit: why was shinsous name up there? that is a mystery to me i dont even remember putting that there LMFAO

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bakugou

"y/n, you gotta breathe, alright? just breathe." katsuki sits next to you on the floor of your dorm room, panicked and confused as you hyperventilate beside him; cheeks wet, hand clutching at your chest as you yell out "just make it stop, please just make it stop." "make what stop? i can't help if you're panicking like this, y/n." his voice seems to snap you out of your trance, though you're breathing has not seemed to settle. "katsuki?" "it's me, just take a breath alright?" you nod and he counts up from one to three before taking a deep breath with you, counting five and exhaling. he repeats this process with you until you've calmed down enough to breathe on your own. hesitantly, he scoots closer to you, not wanting to invade your space however, you don't seem to mind seeing as you embrace him as soon as he's close enough to reach. "you scared the hell out of me, idiot." he mumbles, arms wrapping around you firmly. "i-i'm sorry." your voice is muffled from the hoodie he wears, and he rolls his eyes as you repeat yourself. "don't apologize, it's not your fault."

the nightmares were reoccurring, obviously affecting your sleep, which was why bakugou had been staying the night in your dorm in the first place, hoping his presence would give you the comfort if a full nights rest though apparently it wasn't working well. he glances up at the clock on your bedside table, and the red, glowing numbers reading 3:26AM, any other time he'd find it annoying that he was awoken so late in the night but alas this situation was different. "do you wanna talk about it?" maybe the question was dumb, who would want to talk about something that had made you so terrified in the first place, but to his surprise you nod your head yes and tell him about the dream you'd experienced through tears and a few breaks when he'd notice you were getting overwhelmed.

"that's shitty huh?" is katsuki's response when you finish makes you laugh despite the stray tears still running down your cheeks, no doubt his sweatshirt was soaked at the shoulder and you suddenly feel guilty. "i'm sorry for waking you up, and worrying you- god i should've known this wasn't gonna work, i-" "hey, it was worth a shot right? no harm done so no need to apologize, got it?" your silence slightly annoys him, "say you got it." "okay, i got it." "good, now do you wanna go back to sleep? or we can do something else until you feel like it? it's whatever you wanna do." he finally pulls away from the hug you two had been in for so long and sits criss cross, leaning back on his hands. "maybe... you just go back to your dorm, i don't wanna keep you up any later." very unsatisfied with your response, he rolls his eyes, "don't give me that bull, y/n, i'm fine with staying up with you. and besides, how am i supposed to get a good nights sleep knowing you're in here scared and alone?" "--" "so why don't we watch a movie huh? that'll probably make you sleepy." you nod, "kay, go get comfy and i'll put on your favorite."

deciding not to argue, you crawl under your comforter and watch as katsuki searches for the movie, finally finding it at the very bottom of the stack. "finally, damn. when was the last time you organized these?" "like three weeks ago?" "more like three decades...." he puts in the movie, returning to you shortly after, "scoot." you make room for him to squeeze in behind you and he crawls under the blanket with you, immediately throwing his arm over your side and pulling you into his chest. surprisingly, it doesn't take long for you to fall back asleep tonight thanks to the safe feeling of bakugou's warm embrace and the shapes he draws with his finger on the skin of your hip. his slumber falls not too long after yours when he realizes you've fallen asleep, not before telling you he loves you first though.

todoroki

obviously, todoroki is annoyed. sleeping one minute, awake the next at the cause of light taps on his door, the clock on his walk reading 2:55 AM as he rolls out of bed, trudging to his door. " it's almost three why are you-" all his annoyance is thrown out the window when he sees you standing there, blanket wrapped around your body, cheeks wet and puffy from crying. he pulls you through the door gently by your blanket, closing the door gently behind you before letting his hand cup your cheek to wipe away a few stray tears. the deja vu he gets from this moment takes him aback and he realizes it's been a few months since you've come knocking on his door like this so late at night. "nightmares again, huh?" he frowns as you nod, "had one last night too, but it wasn't this bad, this one felt..." you trail off "you don't have to talk about it, best we just forget, hm? can i make you some tea?" "but sho, it's three am." "i'll be quiet." "can i come with you?" your fingers toy with the blanket as you ask, "of course."

when you arrive, the kitchen is dark, the moonlight barely illuminating the room, "sit." shoto whispers, pulling out a chair for you, "thank you." you whisper back, sitting down as he kisses your temple before walking away to start on your tea. silence fills the room aside from the boiling of water and clinks of dishes together, it's a comfortable silence though, his presence calms you and he's grateful that you've relaxed now. "it's hot." he says, placing the cup of tea in front of you from the other side of the counter. "thank you, shoto." he leans on the counter, holding himself up with his elbows, his chin resting in his palm as you drink, not even noticing his eyes beginning to droop until he jolts awake, "you can go back to bed if you want, i'm almost done." you say, reaching to comb your fingers through his messy hair, "no, i'm fine, i wanna wait for you." he sits up straight in order to stay awake, rubbing his eyes a few times.

todoroki washes your cup when you're finished, along with the other dishes he used and leaves them out to dry and leads you back up the stairs, and down the hall back to his dorm. "do you think you can sleep now? if not, we can do something else, just let me know." sleepiness is obvious in his voice has he shuts the door behind himself, "i'll be fine to stay awake by myself, i'll just go back to my door sho." "i can read to you? i know you like that." he ignores your previous statement, and you know he's too stubborn to argue with over something like this. "okay." "you can choose one." he motions toward his bookshelf, urging you to pick out a book, "is this one okay?" you hold out a book and he grabs it, "this one..." he reads the title and shrugs, "not my personal favorite but if this is the one you want to listen to, tonight it will be." he gets under the blanket on his bed, holding it open for you to crawl under, the blanket that's been wrapped around you this whole time is tossed at the foot of the bed as you settle into his arms, cheek pressed against his chest. "are you ready?" "mhm."

you fall asleep somewhere around chapter 15, which todoroki can help but be thankful for because he's not sure if he can keep his eyes open any longer at this point. he sighs, carefully reaching over to set the book on his nightstand and to turn off the lamp, trying his best not to wake you. unfortunately, the movement disturbs you and you mutter something incoherent. he shushes you, hand rubbing circles on your back, putting you back to sleep relative easily. he closed his eyes but waits a while before letting himself fall asleep, incase you wake up or have another dream. but when he just can't stay awake any longer, he lets himself drift off, his arms wrapped around you securely, fingers still subconsciously drawing circles under your shirt on the skin of your back.

izuku

izuku definitely wasn't asleep when you'd texted him. instead, he was cramming for an upcoming exam he was stressing over, yet could not concentrate for the life of him because of an odd feeling in his stomach. at first he'd chosen to ignore the vibrations coming from his phone on the other side of his desk, assuming it was random notifications from social media or an app he had but as it buzzed for the fourth time he thought something seemed off. he regrets ignoring his phone as he sees four text messages from you.

'izu, are you still awake?'

'i had another nightmare.'

'can you come over? i'm too scared to leave my bed.'

'never mind, i think you're sleeping. good night.'

midoriya swears he's never unlocked his phone so fast in his life, quickly texting back an, 'i'm on my way, angel.' before quickly throwing a hoodie on and quietly exiting his dorm room, heading down the hall where yours was. he knocks on the door three times before turning the door handle, usually, he'd wait for your okay to come in but he figures this time he shouldn't wait too long. "i'm sorry i didn't answer right away." is the first thing he says as he shuts your door, though when he finally gets a good look at you he feels absolutely horrible, you look terrified; cheeks swollen and wet from crying so much, clutching onto a stuffed animal he'd gotten you a while back, knees pulled up to your chest and shoulders shaking, it breaks his heart. "oh no... hey, hey, it's alright, it's just me." he smiles softly while walking towards you, hoping to provide some sort of comfort, though it doesn't seem to work since he sees another tear slide down your cheek.

carefully, izuku sits in front of you on your bed, keeping enough distance so you don't feel too crowded, "hey, i'm sorry it took me so long." his voice is gentle as always, "can i touch you? it's okay to say no." you nod your head 'yes' though, and almost immediately his hands cup your cheeks and he pulls you closer, kissing your forehead ever so gently. "i'm sorry for responding so late, i was still studying and was trying to ignore my phone." he repeats himself for the third time, "it's okay, izu." he frowns at how hoarse your voice is, no doubt you'd been crying for a while now. "do you want some water or something? i can go down stairs and get you something." "no! please don't leave, you just got here and i don't wanna be alone." you grab ahold of his arm, hoping it'll keep him here with you, "i wasn't gonna leave unless you wanted something, don't worry, i'm not going anywhere. how about we just lay down, hm? calm your nerves a bit?" you nod, and he moves next you, leaning back against your headboard.

izuku lets you lay how you want, draping his arm over your waist so he can pull you closer, "would you like to talk about it?" "not right now." "okay, is there anything you'd like me to talk about?" "anything is fine." you scoot closer so you can rest your head on his chest while he talks, "hmm, alright then." he proceeds to tell you about his day from start to now, not leaving out a single detail. he tells you what he had for breakfast, what happened while he was patrolling with mirio, how mean bakugou was being to him during training earlier that day, how he had a feeling something was wrong earlier because he just couldn't concentrate on what he was studying, and everything in between. all the while he draws shapes on your skin with his finger. he continues talking even after you've fallen back asleep, getting things off his mind, ranting, just whatever until he himself feels tired enough to sleep. he kisses your temple and whispers an "i love you." before closing his eyes and drifting off.

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[littlepadika]

Calling Home (5) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues…

Rating: E (18+ only)

Warnings: age gap (legal), dilf!frankie, praise kink, voice kink, size kink, low self esteem, discussion of addiction/ptsd/trauma/triggers, divorce drama, no use of y/n, no beta reader, DDLG🎀, unprotected piv sex, oral m and oral f, hickies galore👅, mild BDSM (cuffs⛓, choking).

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AN: Whatta ride... but all things come to an end🥺. i'm blown away by the support for this fic. Thank you all 💕.

Chapter Five

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Frankie had his own mental list of stuff he needed to do before you would arrive. He dunged out his closet to make room for your clothes. It was long overdue. He had a lot of things he didn’t wear anymore that needed to go. He went out and bought some more plates and silverware since his two plates and Rosie’s plastic plates would not do. He no longer looked around his home with a sense of loneliness, now he pictured all the places you could fit in. He could see you reading by the window in the living room so he bought a comfy new chair to put there. He noticed your small plant collection in your apartment and thought you’d maybe like a bigger one in the back yard so he bought a planter box.

He was reading your novel, titled Our Little Kingdom, while your candle burned. You didn't give it to him at first. While you were in the bathroom and Frankie washed your dishes, he noticed a stack of papers poking out in the trash. It was your manuscript. When you came back and saw him reading it you tried to take it back but Frankie insisted and you caved. It was good. Frankie wasn't just saying that because he loved you. He could see how great writers had influenced you and still it was uniquely your voice. The story, too, was compelling. He couldn't help but imagine you as the protagonist as she was just as sweet and clever.

You were making good progress on your list. You had put in your two weeks notice and started to applying to jobs in Miami. You enjoyed working with veterans so you hoped you could do something similar again. As two weeks went by you were disappointed you still hadn't heard back from job interviews. Packing was a little more difficult. You didn’t know what was worth taking and what was worth leaving. You knew Frankie had most everything already so it was a matter of picking your most special things. The rest you were slowing taking to Goodwill in batches.

You had completely forgotten you sent your book in to publishers until a flurry of emails came in on the same day.

Frankie woke up in the middle of the night to his phone ringing. He sat up pulling the phone towards him. It was you. Why would you be calling so late? Maybe something was wrong?

“Frankie?” You sounded congested. He heard a sniffle. Frankie furrowed his brow at that.

“Hey. Is everything all right?”

“ They-they-“ you could barely get it out “they rejected me.”

“Who?”

“All of them. All of the book agencies.” You threw yourself onto your bed, hot tears running down your face.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, sweet pea.” Frankie didn’t know whether to be sad or angry. He thought your book was amazing. He sat up and flicked on the bedside lamp. “They’re idiots. Every one of them.”

“They’re experts, Frankie.” You felt more tears leak from your eyes. “Maybe I’m just not a good writer. Maybe-Maybe-" You hiccuped and low cry slipped from your mouth. You covered your mouth, taking in raking breaths. It was agony to admit this to him when he believed in you most. You felt like you had let him down. Frankie's heart literally ached in his chest as he listened to your quiet weeping over the phone. He waited for you to continue, feeling his own eyes grow misty.

“Don’t disappear on me, little pea. Let me hear that voice of yours.”

You were unable to speak. Scared of what may come out. You felt like your walls were closing in around you and mocking you. How did you ever think you could be a writer like all your favorite authors? You were so stupid, you thought.

“I let you down.” You said shakily.

“No no no, little pea.” Frankie said quickly. “You could never let me down. I don’t need to a book agent to tell me you’re a good writer. I know you’re writing is beautiful and perfect. Just like you.”

His praise caused another wave of tears from you.

“Daddy…” You bawled.

“I hear you, baby.” Frankie heard his own voice shake with emotion. He never hated the distance more than he did in this moment. He needed to wrap you up in his arms. “Close your eyes, sweet pea. Use that big imagination of yours. Pretend I’m there with you.”

“Imagination isn’t good enough, daddy.” You blubbered, fat tears slipping from your eyes.

“I know, baby.” Frankie’s heart was breaking. “But try for me okay?”

You clamped your eyes shut and tried to focus in on his breathing on the other end of the phone. Frankie did the same, closing his eyes.

“Good, sweet pea. Focus on daddy.” He wished he was there to comfort you, wrap you up in his arms and shield you from the cruel cruel world. “I’m next to you. I’m holding you so tight.”

“Hold me tighter!” You begged holding your pillow pet to your chest.

“Okay. I just did.” Frankie whispered closing his eyes as if it would be more real. “Feel that?”

“Yeah…” A moment went by as you steadied your breathing. Tears eventually stopped falling, drying against your cheeks. Frankie’s steady breathing anchored you.

“I loved your book. It was really really good. And fuck it, I’ll publish it myself.” Frankie couldn't help but raise his voice.

“Silly.” You sniffled.

“I’m serious, sweet pea. Who needs those stuck up assholes.”

“Hmm yeah, you’re right.” You agreed, voice softening with sleepiness. You pushed your face into your pillow. You could still smell Frankie if you really focused. "I miss you, Frankie."

"I miss you, too."

"I still haven't heard from any jobs. And- maybe I'm just not good enough and-" You felt more tears fill your eyes.

"Shhh shhh" Frankie interrupted "Listen to me. You are the best. The right thing will turn up i'm sure of it."

"But it's the only thing left on the list!"

"I know..." Frankie pulled over your copy of the list that you wrote for him. He had crossed things off as you reported to him. "Let's see if they get back to you tomorrow." Maybe he was being too hard on you, making you get a job first. He only wanted to put it on there to give you some independence over the move. He didn't want you to feel like you had nothing to do once you got here.

Frankie waited until your breathing evened out. He called your name quietly. When he got no response he assumed you fell asleep. He didn’t want to hang up. He missed you so fucking much and he felt helpless.

When he woke up the next morning, he said goodbye to Rosalia as usual, called in sick, and started driving north. Fuck the list. You were coming home with him now.

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Of course Frankie called you telling you he was on his way. You felt bad for making him miss work but your excitement overpowered any guilt. You set a timer for 14 hours and started packing with new energy. Your eyes were still puffy from your tears last night. But you repeated what Frankie said like a mantra. Who needs those stuck up assholes. There were tons of ways to self publish nowadays. It didn’t have to be through a publishing house.

When you ran out of things to clean up and pack, you watched out the window waiting to see Frankie’s blue pick up. You had changed into sleep shorts and a t shirt. While you had a plan to dress more sexy you ended up accidentally packing that surprise in one of the boxes earlier today. It was getting dark when Frankie finally pulled up. He looked exhausted but still… Frankie. He was wearing his favorite hat and grey t shirt. You ran down to the street to meet him. He’s pulling empty boxes from the bed of the truck when he sees you sprinting towards him.

“Sweet pea!” He smiled as you launched yourself into his arms. “Oof.” You buried you face in his shirt inhaling his scent. He rubbed your back affectionately enjoying having you back in his arms. “Aw… it’s okay. It’s okay now.” He murmured when he heard you sniffle. He oddly felt his chest swell with pride at how much you missed him. He never had to worry about how you felt about him. He peeled your head off him by stroking your head. You looked up at him with a watery smile. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

You snickered at his dad phases. “I’m ready. Well… I still have some stuff I need to pack up. Too heavy.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” Frankie kissed you chastely. You pulled him in for more though, fisting his shirt in your hands. “Mmm no no. Work first. Play later.” Frankie pulled back. You pouted but have to agree with his logic. The faster you packed the faster you could leave.

Back in your apartment Frankie got to work taking apart your bed and dresser. You finished packing your clothes and dusting.

“Hey what’s this? It was under the bed.” Frankie walked over holding a gift bag with pink tissue paper sticking up.

“Oh…” You quickly grabbed it away. “That’s supposed to be a surprise. For Rosie.”

“You got her a present?” Frankie was touched by your thoughtfulness.

“Yeah I mean… I figured it might make her like me more.”

“She already likes you, but she can never have too many toys.” Frankie stepped further into your space. You realize at that moment how sweaty he was from moving all the furniture. It was so late at night and you were both exhausted but the sudden rush of his thicker smell made you feel wide awake. “Can I see what you got her?”

You handed the package back over, watching him gingerly move the tissue paper to the side. His eyes softened when he saw the pink unicorn pillow pet sitting in the bag. A mini version of yours.

“Am I too presumptuous making us matching? I don’t know if she likes unicorns and-" Frankie cut you off, dropping the bag and kissing you up against the wall. He wasn't even sure what part of that turned him on, just your sweetness and wanting to be a part of his family. He held your face in his hands, his grip forcing your mouth open. You felt yourself start to grow wet. You loved when he just went caveman on you. Sometimes he didn’t have the words to express how much he loved you so he reverted to touch; to deep kisses and deep thrusts. His hands trailed down your exposed legs so he could lift you up on his hips. You held onto his shoulders as he swung you around. The bed was gone, the couch was gone.

"Fuck. Hang on."

You laughed as he ran you out to the kitchen to set you down on the counter. You pawed at his pants trying to undo his belt, but Frankie was faster, unhooking your bra from under your shirt and then pulling your shirt over your head. He took your hand and placed it over his large bulge between his legs.

“Feel what you do to me…” He gritted through his teeth his chest rising and falling sharply.


“Frankie- oh my god-please let me” You pulled he belt loose. At first he stops you. “I didn’t get to last time. Please?” He bit his lip considering your plea. He really just wanted to give and give and give to you. But he had been mean last time, not letting you touch his cock. So this time he doesn’t stop you as you unbutton his pants and pull him out of his boxers. You licked your lips as his cock fell into your hand, curving up towards you.

You hopped off the counter, getting onto your knees before him. “Take off your shirt… please?” He obliged. You kissed down his belly feeling it tighten against your lips. He watched you with fire in his eyes, his mouth slightly parted. You pushed the rest of his pants and boxers down. You stroked him slowly with both hands.

“You have to tell me what you like…” You held his cock and licked a long stripe from the base to the head making him moan weakly. You repeat the motion adding a few kitten licks at the end, lapping up the stray drops of salty precum. Frankie was struggling to think let alone speak. He gripped the countertop above you, his other hand going to the back of your head.

“Just- go slow.” You followed his instructions, slowly taking his length in your mouth. “Good-good girl.” He clenched his jaw staring down at the sight. Your hot mouth felt like heaven and your innocent eyes staring up at him was just the cherry on top. You took his dick as far as you could before you choked lightly. You were by no means an expert at giving blowjobs but you were frustrated you couldn't go further. Your jaw was already aching from his girth.

“Mm don’t hurt yourself, baby.” He hissed unable to hold his hips still, he jerked a little against you making you whine. “Come back up, remember to breathe.”

You slowly pulled off his cock before going down again. Frankie’s hand on your head gently guided you so you didn’t hurt your throat. You added suction, applying pressure on the underside of his cock. You started to find what he liked based on his sounds. You still couldn’t take him all the way in your mouth, tears gathered in corner of your eyes from the effort. Your hand pumped the rest that wouldn’t fit.

“Oh fuck.” Frankie gasped his hips jerking again making his cock slide back into your mouth. You moved one of your hands to his hips looking up at him to say it was okay. “Are you-you want me to fuck your mouth, sweet pea?” You nodded eagerly. You put one of you hands on his length where he wouldn’t fit. He gathered up some of your hair in a makeshift ponytail and slowly thrust into your mouth. Like he always did, he waited for you to nod and give him the okay. When you did, he couldn’t help the growl that left his throat. Drool leaked from your mouth onto your chest as he sped up using your head more forcefully. You were sure you had soaked through your panties. It turned you on so much to see him take control, use you for his pleasure, but still his grip on you was firm and gentle. Every grunt went straight to your pussy. “Such a good girl letting me use this hole, too.” He rasped. “You’re crying around my cock.”

“Mmhm” You hummed around his dick making him groan. He was close. He was battering the back of your throat. You could recognize the furrowed brow and the tightening of his balls. You intensified your ministrations.

“Good girl, good-I’m gonna cum in your little mouth.” He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Stick out your tongue, sweet pea.” He ordered. You obeyed, watching greedily as he fisted himself harshly the tip of his cock hitting your tongue. You placed your hands on either side of his tummy, anticipating his load. His chest was flush and his eyes were fluttering shut. When he came he yanked your head up harshly as cum splashed onto your tongue. You loved this perspective, watching his face contort with pleasure. You tried to take every drop but some dripped down your chin. “Swallow.” Frankie ordered roughly still maintaining his grip on your head. You swallowed, his warm cum sliding down your throat.

“Thank you, daddy.” You smiled up at him, wiping some of the stray cum off your chin. He let go of your hair, now stroking your head then your jaw. “Did I do well?”

“So good.” He chuckled and helped you stand, his breath still ragged. You squirmed pressing your thighs together. The move not missed by Frankie. “Did sucking my cock make you wet, sweet pea?”

You nodded shyly before saying “It’s okay though. You don’t have to-it’s late and we have a long drive tomorrow.”

“You’re always looking out for me but what kind of man would I be if I left you all needy. But you have to ask for it, sweet pea.”

“I kinda just want your mouth if that’s okay?” You asked feeling too tired for a full round of sex.

“Of course.” Frankie smiled. “Your mattress is still in the bedroom.” He led you in and helped settle you on the center of the mattress. He pulled your shorts and underwear off, staring at your slick reddened pussy. "You soaked your little panties, sweet pea. Did you touch your little flower while I was gone?" Frankie asked, pulling apart your legs.

"I-I tried to. But it wasn't the same."

"How come, little pea?" His patronizing tone had your cunt clenching. He was teasing you.

"It wasn't your fingers. I needed you." You huffed, trying to push his head down onto you.

"Mmm poor thing." Frankie chuckled, the rich sound giving you goosebumps. He felt his cock start to harden again despite you just sucked the soul out of him moments ago. He slowly licked up your slit moaning at the taste of you. Your head tipped back as he he slowly inserted a finger into you. "Eyes on me." He instructed. You forced your head back down so you could make eye contact. "Play with your tits for me." You obeyed, squeezing the flesh in your hand. He returned to his task, taking your clit in between his lips, quickly escalating your climax. Your hands never stood a chance. He inserted a second finger, curling it against you. They were so thick and long it hit that spot deep inside you it made you gush.

"Oh my god. Daddy-I'm-" You teetered on the precipice your breath caught in your throat. Your entire body erupted in flames as your mouth open in a silent scream. Frankie's eyes widened as your pussy strangled his fingers before fluttering uncontrollably. Your cum dripped onto his hand, he quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue trying to catch it all.

"That's it." He felt you finally take a shaking inhale. "Breathe, sweet pea. Breathe." Exhaustion hit you hard as every muscle relaxed.

"I'm sleepy..." You slurred.

"It's okay. You can go to sleep." Frankie leaned up kissing you, smearing your slick all over your mouth. He returned to licking your pussy less aggressively though. "I got you."

You nodded before drifting off.

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The next morning you dump the last of your stuff at goodwill, packed the truck, turned in your key, and hit the road. You were bouncing in your seat with excitement. You hadn’t ever traveled south of DC. The landscape was beautiful. You and Frankie took turns driving, belting Fleetwood Mac on repeat. You forced Frankie to take obligatory selfies to remember the journey at rest stops or whenever the view was worthy. Over halfway to Miami you paused at a rest stop for a quick nap. Frankie was anxious to get you home and he didn’t want to stay put for too long. He was used to long drives and quick naps, but you weren’t. He didn’t want to exhaust you because there was so much he wanted to show you when you arrived. You laid across the backseat of the truck with your head in Frankie’s lap as the sun was going down.

In the early morning Frankie finished the drive. His own excitement increased when he was back in the city. You had your head nearly sticking out of the window looking at everything. You couldn’t believe how sunny and warm it was here. Frankie turned down a residential street. “Almost there.” He said. You buzzed in your seat.

Frankie made one last turn into a driveway. You instantly got warm feelings looking at the house. It was painted seagull grey with white trim. It was wonderfully symmetrical with two windows on the first and second floor with window boxes outside the first floor window. The front yard was nicely mowed.

“Your house is so cute!” You hopped out of the car, your legs enjoying the chance to stretch. The air smelled slightly salty being so close to the beach. The sun felt wonderful on your skin. You could have laid down in the grass and just fallen asleep.

Frankie showed you around his house with your hand in his, pointing out random things of importance in his giddy state. You followed him around with bright adoring eyes. Despite looking forward to this moment for a while, you barely looked at anything except for him. You could care less about where the tile for the fireplace came from. You didn’t remember Frankie’s story about how Will messed up his back moving in Frankie’s couch in because it was hitting you over and over again that you were home with Frankie. You didn’t pay attention to the story behind Rosie’s crib because Frankie was here with you. His warm hand holding you close like you may disappear. He was here with that damn cute excited voice as he showed you around his home, soon to be your home.

“Sweet pea? Earth to sweet pea?”

“Hmmm?” You smiled apologetically. Standing in the kitchen, the sun pouring in from the window above the sink bathed Frankie in golden light making him look ethereal.

“I said- we should start moving boxes in before it gets dark.”

“You haven’t shown me everything yet.” You realized.

“What did I miss?”

“Your room…” You swung your entwined hands back and forth.

“Our room, sweet pea.”

“So I won’t be sleeping on the floor?” You laughed.

“Never.” He kissed you briefly. “I just haven’t cleaned up in there and I need to make some space for your stuff and-“

“Frankie.” You quiet his rambling with another kiss. You couldn’t stop kissing him. “Your house is immaculate. That’s the room I want to see.”

He swallowed harshly before he led you up the stairs and down the narrow hallway to his room. While showing you the garden and the other rooms he was giddy but now he seemed more flustered. When you opened the door you could see why. Your candle was sitting on his bedside table. It was the first thing you saw when you walked in.

You immediately break away from him, going to inspect his bedside table. Glimpses of Frankie that made you love him all the more. Your candle, your books, your list, his sergeant pin, and an old alarm clock.

“Was this what you’re so embarrassed about?” You asked picking up the candle. It was almost used up. He averted his gaze. The back of his neck bright red which you recognized as a sign of his nervousness. “Frankie…” You set it down and took both his hands in yours. You couldn’t even convey what it meant to you. He had missed you that much that he burned your candle.

“I have the real thing now.” He said pulling you against his chest, dragging his nose over your cheek in reverence. You hummed in contentment. “This is our room, sweet pea. Our home.” He whispered.

“Our bed.” You added moving his hands to rest on your ass, wrapping your own around his neck.


“Eager girl.” He tutted, kissing just below your ear, squeezing your ass lightly.

“I can’t help it. I’ve waited so long, Frankie.” You tilt your head up resting your forehead against his.

“You’ll never have to wait again, princesa pea. I’m here.”

“Then I want you now.” You tugged him towards the bed. Falling down onto his comforter you were hit by a puff of his scent. Laundry detergent, old spice, and that indescribable musk that was Frankie. You barely got a chance to enjoy it before Frankie is falling on top of you. You laughed as he pulled you up the bed until you’re against the pillows. He's about to rip your clothes from you but-

“Wait wait- I have a gift for you.” His eyes lit up.

“Frankie…” You smiled “You didn’t have to get me anything.” He pushed away from you, walking over to his dresser. He pulled out a small package.


“Here.” He handed it to you.

You sat up. You felt guilty you didn’t get him a gift. You slowly peeled back the tape trying to save the paper. It was wrapped so nicely.

“Come on, rip it up. It’s just paper.”

“No… I wanna save it.” You argued, pulling it open finally. You stared down at the contents in your lap. It was a book with a pink cover and loopy writing. Our Little Kingdom. “Frankie… this is- this is my book.” You felt your eyes swim with tears.

“I know.” Frankie knelt in front of you. “I read it and it was so good. I wanted to get it bound. I was serious when I said want to publish it. I want to make it happen. But if you don’t want to at least we can enjoy it how it’s meant to be enjoyed.”

You flipped through the pages smelling the fresh paper. You reached the end and noticed Frankie had slipped in something as a book mark. It was a torn half of a check. “This is…”

“The check I tore up. I use it as a bookmark so I thought you would-“

You launched yourself at Frankie, a habit you learned from him when words were just simply not enough.

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When you woke up, you were surrounded by Frankie’s scent, warm sun hitting your face. Frankie wasn't there. You heard movement downstairs. You threw on the first shirt of Frankie's you could find. You practically skipped down the stairs, heart leaping when you saw Frankie in his PJ pants and nothing else sitting at the kitchen table. His body was lit up in the morning sun, he looked like a goddamn dream. He was shoveling some cereal into his mouth but he stopped when he noticed you. He still looked so sexy to you in this moment, his strong arms and big hand gripping the small spoon. His chest littered with small hickies you made. You blinked a couple of times wanting to imprint this image into your brain forever.

“What are you doing up so early?”

“The sun woke me up!”

“Shit. I would have made you some breakfast or something.”

“That’s okay.” You smiled going to stand in front of him. You kissed him, licking some of the milk from his lips. Your hands rested on his bare golden shoulders. You loved how wide they were and how solid and warm they felt.

“Mmm is this mine, sweet pea?” He tugged at the Fleetwood Mac shirt hanging down to your thighs.

“No, it’s another boys.” You teased.

“Don’t joke about that, little pea.” Frankie warned with a small swipe to your ass.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You giggled. “I was only joking. No one else has cool shirts like you.”

“You want some cereal? I can also make eggs or pancakes or-“

“I want-” You slipped your hand over his pants. You could feel his slightly hard cock sitting below. “This.”

“You already had some last night and you still want more?” Frankie groaned his thighs spreading further around you. “I thought you’d be sore, sweet pea.”

“I am.” You admitted kissing him quickly. “but I still want you.”

“Mmm…” Frankie pulled your hand away watching you pout. “I think you need to eat something first.”

“No I don’t!”

“Come on, I’ll let you sit on your special seat.” He tapped his thigh. You debated this. You decided to do what he asked, not wanting to test your luck so early in the day. You hopped up on his lap wiggling back until his semi hard cock was pressed against your back. Your thighs sitting over his legs, your pussy peaking out from his shirt. Frankie rested his big hands on your bare thighs rubbing the skin back and forth. You closed your eyes enjoying his touch. You could feel his breath against your neck as he looked down at the sight.

“Do I look good on my special seat, daddy?” You asked looking up at him.

“Perfect, my little pea.” Frankie smiled. He pulled the cereal over and you popped a bite in your mouth. You didn’t normally like cereal but since Frankie asked…

“Okay, done. I’ve eaten.”

“Woah I hardly call that eating.” Frankie shook his head. He placed a hand on your stomach, fingers splayed out over the entire width almost. He applied a little pressure which had you squirming again. God his hands were so big and warm just above where you needed him. “I can feel little rumblings telling me you’re hungry, sweet pea.” You rock against him more intentionally making him catch his breath.

“Not for cereal.” You bit your lip.

“One more bite, sweet pea. For daddy?” He rubbed his beard into your neck which never failed to make you to laugh.


You took another spoonful of the soggy cereal before looking up at him for approval. He chuckled as you chewed quickly. You looked so cute with your cheeks full. It made cock ache.

“Good job, sweet pea.” He smirked when you swallowed it all. He lowered his hand down to cup your pussy which was already dripping. You hand flew to his thick forearm.

You melted against him as he rubs your clit slowly. Last night was hurried and desperate but now it was like he had all the time in the world. You listened to him take large inhale against your neck, smelling you.

“You look so beautiful, sweet pea. In my shirt. In our kitchen.”

“Fuck…” You moaned. His fingers felt so wonderful and thick against you. You fucking loved the sound of that. Ours.

“I’m gonna fuck you on our table.”

He lifted you up with ease, pushing your back down on the table. The sun coming through the window bathed your body in soft light. You looked divine. Frankie had your legs spread wide, tongue on that pussy before you could even blink. “Holy shit. Daddy!” Your hands clenched into fists at your side.

“Sweet pea.” Frankie pulled off, lips wetted by your slick. You blushed under his hot gaze. “Why don’t you pull my hair?”

You whimpered as he took your little fist and put it in his beautiful locks. “I want to but… the last person I was with didn’t like it.” You turned your head to the side trying to hide your embarrassment. His hair felt like silk in your hands.

“Hey-“ Frankie gently grabbed your chin and turned you to look at him. “You don’t have to hide anything from me.” He was leaning over you, invading all your senses, but of course the aspect that hit you hardest was his voice. Soft and reassuring. That rich baritone that made you fall in love in the first place. “Pull my hair, baby, I wanna know how well I treat this pussy. You won’t hurt me.”

You nodded feeling your eyes wet with tears. His affection never ceased to shock you. He kissed you, softening your worried look with each stroke of his tongue. When you were relaxed, he returned to your pussy. He was a fast learner for the times, applying the pressure you needed with his tongue while hitting that spot inside your walls with his fingers. Your hands were laced in his soft hair tugging almost unconsciously.

“Fuck-Daddy" You gasped feeling your breath. Your stomach tightened but you still felt like you weren't quite to your breaking point. "I can't- I need- I need-"

"What, sweet pea, what do you need?" Frankie paused, looking at you struggle above him. You grabbed his hand which was holding your hip and moved it to your throat. "Holy shit." Frankie's eyes widened.

"I need you to push me over-" you struggled to think of how to explain it but Frankie started applying light pressure over your throat making your cunt tighten around his fingers. The strain on your airway finally brought you to the edge. He returned to your clit and didn’t let up even as your walls clamped and gushed around his fingers. Didn’t stop as your back arched off the table, your toes curled, and your hands pulled his hair almost painfully. He let go of your throat when you tapped his wrist and your breath returned ragged and sharp, extending your orgasm. You brushed some of Frankie’s hair from his forehead and he looked up, making eye contact, as his lips suckled on your clit lightly. You didn’t say anything for a moment, feeling your body come down from that peak, basking in Frankie’s loving gaze between your legs. You felt boneless.

“I love you.” You murmured. Frankie surged up, capturing your lips in a wet kiss. He pulled back and kissed the happy tears falling from your eyes that you didn’t realize had fallen.

“I love you, too. I’m never letting you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m home.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, needing to feel that promise inside you. Needing his promise filling you up.

“Are you sure you’re not too sore?”

“I’m sure.” You ran your hand through his hair, now addicted to the feeling of it.

Frankie slowly eased himself into your pussy. It was harder without lube. You winced a little once he was fully inside. Fuck he was so big.

"Am I hurting you?" Frankie felt bad and started to pull out.

"No please." You arched your back trying to hold him inside. "I'm okay. I want- I want-."

"Sweet pea..." He bit his lip as he struggled to resist thrusting into you.

"And if I can't walk- then you can carry me." You wiggled your hips. Frankie couldn't help but laugh at that not that he minded carrying you around. "Please, daddy." You asked one last time as you dug your heels into his lower back. Frankie placed his hands on your waist and started fucking into you slowly, withdrawing almost all the way out before thrusting back in again.

“I’m so proud of you… taking my cock like a good girl.” He kissed you softly, moving to kiss a train down your neck to your nipples and back up. "You're home now." You nodded in agreement. "This is our little kingdom, sweet pea.” Your shallow breaths slowly transformed into moans. You felt your muscles relax a little and signaled he could start moving faster.

Needless to say the cereal on the table shook and spilled as he fucked you. Spilled milk on your table. His cum spilled inside you.

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Frankie enjoyed hosting so much since Rosie’s birthday he wanted to have a Fourth of July barbecue. With your help he took the decorations to the next level. Hanging fairy lights over the patio, and renting a bouncy castle for the kids. In an act of irrational niceness, you had said it was okay if Laura came by, that way Rosalia would be there too.

Frankie was clear he had no desire to hide you. He wanted to show you off. Still, you dreaded meeting Frankie's ex. Rosalia had warmed to you quickly even preferring you to hold her. You already loved her so much. Today she wanted you to follow her everywhere and watch her play. Frankie was stuck behind the grill but he still could watch his girls playing. You were wearing a lovely red sundress which Frankie was looking forward to stripping off. It brushed your thighs in the breeze and it was perfect height for Rosalia to tug on when she wanted to be picked up.

“You’ve done a great job with the decor.” Laura appeared at Frankie’s side.

“Thanks.” Frankie smiled tightly. Her surprised tone confirmed that she always underestimated him.

“You’ve been happier lately.” Laura studied Frankie.

“I guess.” Frankie shrugged turning one of the hot dogs for something to do.

“It just has me remembering the old days. Before everything with you happened.” Frankie prickled at that last statement. Everything with you. She always put it on him totally forgetting how she also made things worse.

“Frankie?” You appeared at his other side, eyeing Laura warily and doing little to hide your dislike. You had seen from yards away how Frankie tensed up, looking down. You wouldn’t let that slide so you went over. Finally removing your glare from his ex wife you look up at him, laying a reassuring hand over his forearm. “Uh- people are getting hungry. How soon until it’s done?”

“It’s ready now.” Frankie smiled down at you, instantly feeling more at ease. His answer let you know he was okay.

“Great I’ll wrangle everyone.” You smiled before darting back to the crowd.

“Who is that?” Laura frowned. “Someone's babysitter?”

“No.” Frankie shut off the grill facing his ex wife face to face. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Laura sounded skeptical. “She’s 12.”

“She’s a woman.” Frankie corrected her. “A woman I love very much.” He wasn’t going to listen to anyone look down on you.

“You should have talked to me before you brought her around Rosie.” Laura huffed, putting a hand on her hip.

“You had no problem parading your boyfriends around during our divorce.” Frankie shot back quickly looking to make sure they couldn’t be heard. “It’s in the court records so I doubt you want to bring it up.”

“Frankie…” Laura seemed to regret what she said.

“Let’s just… move on.” Frankie said as people started to draw near.

“Papa!” He heard Rosie squeal, toddling towards him.

“Rosie!” He picked her up, his anger instantly melting away. “Ready for your hot dog?”

As Frankie and the others started filling up their plates Laura crept closer to you as you were cleaning up some of the kid’s mess by the pool.

“Excuse me. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Laura.” She extended her hand. She was taller than you. Her face was tight as if she was holding in her sneer.

“Hi.” You decided to be nice, shaking the woman’s hand. You introduced yourself.

“So… you and Frankie. “

“Yes.”

“How long has that been going on?”

“A few months.” You said keeping it vague.

“And it’s going well?”

“Yes.” You grew annoyed by her vague questioning. Obviously it was going well since you were here. Her eyes were the total opposite of Frankie's. Hard and cold and icy blue. You quietly thanked god that Rosalia had inherited Frankie's eyes.

“Hmm he’s not doing that crazy thing anymore?”

“What thing?” You frowned.

“Well one time while we were together he stayed up the whole night because he thought some criminal or something was after us.” Laura laughed cruelly. You wanted to slap her for her lack of sympathy. What was funny about Frankie’s fear? “The psychiatrist said there would be delusions but that was just too much.”

“I think I’ve heard enough.” You snipped, trying to keep at least a polite facade. There were people just a few feet away. You prayed the couldn’t hear.

“Hey I’m sorry.” She schooled her features. “Don’t think I’m cruel. It wasn’t easy being with someone like that. I’m trying to look out for you.”

“Thanks for that. I think I'm good though.” You finished picking up the last pool toy and walked away before Laura could say more. You wanted to turn back and say something mean but you were determined to be the bigger person. You didn’t want to start drama that would hurt Frankie and Rosalia. You spent a good minute in the garage after putting the toys back, positively fuming.

“Sweet pea?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts, joining you in the garage. “Aren’t you hungry?”

"I was just cleaning up.” You said though your hands were empty.

“I saw Laura talking to you.” He watched you warily. Fear lapped at him. What did Laura tell you...“Everything okay?”

“She just… a bitch.” You huffed. Your word choice made Frankie burst out laughing. “I’m sorry I know you married her but how? She’s awful and rude and judgmental.”

“I know.” Frankie quieted his laughter, pulling you into his chest. “It wasn’t meant to last.”

“Because she’s a bitch.” You grumbled into his chest making Frankie laugh again. His tummy bounced against yours with his laughter. You loved it. You thought again about what Laura said. How cruel she had been in the face of Frankie’s PTSD. “If she says one more rude thing I may have to smack her.”

“You’re hot when you’re possessive, you know that?” Frankie smiled tickling your sides. “Come on, we should get back before our guests start to notice.”

“Alright.” You agreed, taking his hand and following him out of the garage. You felt Laura’s eyes on you two when you came back to the yard. Frankie got your burger set up for you before doing his. It’s the simple things that got you going; how giving he is. You tried to hide your blush from the onlookers as Frankie asked you ketchup or mustard.

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Once everyone went home you and Frankie laid out a blanket in the back so you could watch the fireworks happening on the beach a mile away. He was quiet, at least more than he usually is. You didn’t know what to say to reassure him so again you reverted to touch. You placed your hand on his thigh reassuringly.

“Frankie?” You turned to him. “Do you want to talk about anything?”

“No.” He seemed taken aback by your question.

“Okay.” You moved closer to him until you were tucked into his side.

“You mean about Laura.” Frankie said after a moment. “Just- she didn’t say anything to you to make you upset right? She doesn’t get under my skin anymore. I don’t want her to get under yours.”

“She didn’t get under my skin.” You replied. She said nothing to make you insecure, just make you angry at her is all. “I’m just protective of you, you know. It seems like she was awful to you.”

“It’s fine.” Frankie shrugged.

“No.” You moved to sit on his lap, straddling him. “It’s not. You came back from your deployment probably in need of some comfort and all she gave you was judgment."

“She told you about that night.” Frankie hung his head in humiliation. You didn’t deny it. You didn’t want to upset him but part of you knew he should talk about this. Laura shouldn’t be the only one who holds this memory over his head. “It was my first night back. I just- I swore I heard gunfire. I was freaking out. I was probably acting really scary. I thought they came for me and she-Laura called the cops on me.”

“How could she…” You teared up on behalf of Frankie.

“I ran.” He continued, his voice thick. “I stayed a Will’s and calmed down. That was the end of the marriage.” He rubbed up and down your thighs under your dress. It always comforted him. You tried to think of what to say. His wife, the person who was supposed to love him the most, ostracized him and criminalized him.

Frankie was anticipating you to be afraid of him or push him away, but to his surprised you pulled him into a hug, holding his head against your neck like he was a child. He felt a sob rise in his throat and tears wet his eyes. You were so... kind. It was something he was still learning to accept and realize he deserved .

“You’re right.” You took a breath to relax yourself. “It doesn’t matter what she says. You’re mine now. Not hers.” You kissed Frankie on his nose then kissed his mouth.

“Always, sweet pea.” He rubbed his thumb over the area of your brow that furrowed in residual anger.

“I just wish there were some way…” you chewed your lip. “I have these-“ you pulled his dog tags out from where they hung between your breasts. “Reminds me I’m yours.”

“Maybe I need a necklace too.” Frankie smiled squeezing your thighs. That got you thinking…

“Can I try something?” You asked. Frankie nodded looking amused. You tugged at his shirt pulling it over his head. You never got over how broad he was. His toned arms were flexed holding himself up. You leaned forward planting a wet kiss on Frankie’s neck where it met his shoulder.

“Mmm gonna mark me up?”

You nodded and sucked harder till you were satisfied it would leave a mark. Pulling back you admired the red blooming where your mouth had been. It shouldn’t affect you as much as it did but you loved that he had a physical mark from you. He had scars here and there from cross fire and stab wounds. Some he wouldn’t go into detail. You loved them all but for once you wanted him to have a mark born out of love.

“I’m gonna give you a necklace, daddy.” You murmured tracing the path you would forge, down and around to the other side of his neck. You were gonna make hicks all around his neck like a chain. You leaned back down and planted another mark below and slightly to the right.

“Holy shit.” Frankie groaned, tilting his head back. He felt his cock start to harden under your attention. You slowly made your way across his hot skin until you had seven little wet hickies starting to show through the skin. You traced them with your finger, connecting the dots.

Frankie looked down, watching in fascination. His dog tags were a bittersweet thing, symbolizing his commitment to the military, but you wanted them. You wore them proudly, giving him more closure than 100 hours of therapy. But this... this new chain on his skin represented his belonging to you. “Beautiful, baby girl. Thank you.” He kissed you sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You pulled away before he could deepen it. You start to lean down again like you were going to plant another hickie on him. He pushed you back and rolled the both of you over.

“Daddy! I wasn’t done yet.” You wiggled against the soft blanket.

“No it’s daddy’s turn now.” He pushed the straps of your dress down your arms, tugging your neckline down.

“But I already have a necklace.” You felt Frankie’s dog tags lying in your cleavage.

“Now you’ll have two. I spoil my girl like that.” Frankie teased. He kissed up and down your neck before settling on his starting place. When he started sucking it sent a lightning bolt straight to your clit. You gasped. You could feel him hard against your thigh, not fully yet. You rocked your hips impatiently, clutching his head against you.

“Be patient, baby.” He warned, pausing his work. You stilled your hips with a pout. “Good girl.” He resumed. You wanted to be naughty but you knew you’d never win that fight. Problem was you were loving his attention on your neck so much you couldn’t help but start grinding against his leg again. Your hand reached down and tried to stroke his hardening cock. Frankie pulled back, his lips swollen from giving you hickies. He was only halfway around your chest now.

“You’re being naughty…” Frankie chided, lightly slapping your hand away from him. You continued squirming under his gaze though you at least look apologetic. Frankie pulled away. “You don’t want your necklace?” Frankie pretended to be hurt.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You turned on the puppy dog eyes. “Just- your mouth feels so good.”

“If you’re not gonna behave I’m gonna have to make you behave.” Frankie’s mouth curled into a smirk. Your stomach flipped around in excitement. “Sit back up on your knees.” He ordered. You eagerly sat up on your knees, placing your hands on your thighs. Your dress hung around your waist. Frankie stood up and started undoing his belt. You got excited thinking he was going to let you suck his cock but instead he just pulled his belt from his pants and knelt down again. “Remember just say stop if you want to stop.” Frankie reminds you.

You nodded your eyes dilating, staring at the leather in his hands.

“Hands behind your back, baby.” He instructed. You obeyed your knees widening subconsciously. He tied his belt around your wrists. It’s not tight enough to hurt but you certainly could not move your hands without really trying. Frankie licked his lips, staring down at your vulnerable position. “Good little sweet pea.” He cooed. “Now you won’t be able to be naughty. What do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.” You whispered feeling your cheeks burn at the depravity of your position. The smooth leather of his belt rubbed against your pulse point and Frankie’s smell filled your nose. You’re out in the open. Sure there was a fence but it still heightened your arousal. You were dripping you were sure of it. He knelt before you again to finish his hickies. He held your hair pulling it back to give himself more room.

You tried to lift up your arms multiple times but got stopped by the belt. You whined as he sucked another mark into you and you couldn’t get any stimulation in this position. Frankie let you moan and whine for him but he didn’t stop his mission. He finally pulled back, his hooded eyes evaluated at his work.

“Look at it, baby.”

You looked down at the curved line of hickies running from collarbone to collarbone. “Thank you, daddy, for my necklace. I love it so much.” You looked at his chest. You were matching now. Your lust was momentarily paused as a fresh wave of adoration washed over you. It was so much deeper than sex. Frankie noticed your change in expression and kissed you softly, bringing you back to the moment.

“You sat still for me so good. Now you can ask for what you want.” He strokes your hair softly.

“I wanna-I wanna suck you cock please?”

“Are you sure?” Frankie smiled. “You don’t want my mouth on you or-"

“No.” You shook your head. The emotions swirling in you from lust to love made you hungry for one thing. “I wanna make you cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” He groaned before kissing you hard, licking into your mouth. He never had someone as giving and kind and protective of him as you. He could have cried but there was no need because you were his forever. No yearning just living. He reached around to pull off the belt but you stopped him with a small voice.

“Leave it on.”

“Jesus fucking christ.” Frankie stood quickly. You sat up further, your hands still restrained behind your back. Your head was tilted up at him, your dress bunched around your waist, it was the most beautiful fucking sight.

Red blue and white fireworks dazzled the sky above. He picked you up bridal style and carried you inside as quickly as he could while you giggled in delight.

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Things started clicking into place like you were growing along some metaphorical ladder. You were finally where you needed to be. You got a job working at the VA in Miami, running their re-entry program. A small publishing house in Miami loved your book and agreed to publish it for a short run. Frankie took some money out of the Colombia account to cover the rest of the contract. Frankie had the book for sale at the shop pushing it on anyone who would enter. He was so proud of you. And that was all that mattered to you.

Frankie unironically planted sweet pea in the garden, telling you how they are slow to grow, but their delicate flower and sweet smell is worth the wait; just like you. Sweet peas were climbers, with the right support, they would bend to any shape. You knew you could go as high as the sky with Frankie by your side.

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[indiee19]

Fly High

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You're going on tour with AM to another country, and while everyone else is asleep, you tease Alex and he gives you what you want.

warnings: smut, fingering, teasing (from both you and Alex)

word count: 2020

Masterlist

-This was requested by @h3artofgl4ss

A/N: Hope that you like this one :) I also imagined this as late SIAS but it works with pretty much every era.

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As Alex drove to the airport, you looked out the window, watching the people that were walking, riding bikes, etc. One of your hands were propped up on the window to hold up your head, still sleepy even though you only woke up nearly three hours ago, the long night you'd had with Alex catching up to you, and you only dressed up in some comfy pants and one of Alex's shirts.

Every now and then, Alex would glance over at you then back to the road. The ride was silent, until Alex spoke up. "What're thinking about, doll?" he asked, a smirk very apparent on his lips. The car stopped at a red light and he turned to you and you turned to him.

"Y-yeah, just ... just thinking about ... about last night," you said, the smirk growing bigger by the second. Your mind started flashing back to the events that took place the previous night.

-

"God ... fuck, Alex," you moaned, gripping his hair tighter, fingers now tangled in it, head thrown back against the pillow.

"You're so wet, baby. So gorgeous. So hot," he mumbled against your heat, burying his head deeper between your legs. You had absolutely no idea how you'd gotten here. One minute you and Alex were sharing a soft kiss during a movie, then next thing you know your clothes are off and his mouth was placing kisses to your clit.

-

"Yeah, that were ... fun," he said. The light turned green and he started driving, five minutes till you were at the airport where you would get to ride on a private jet with Alex and the rest of the band. You were excited, but at the same time you dreaded it, hated flying, hated airplanes, and anything else to do with that type of stuff.

You blushed and looked back out the window, getting closer and to the airport. You were about to close your eyes until you heard Alex say your name, and you looked at him, wondering what he needed. "You excited to get on the plane?" he asked, grabbing you hand, bringing it to his lips and giving it a kiss.

"Yeah, I guess," you answered, smiling at him when a big, goofy grin formed on his beautiful face. Coincidently, a song on the radio sang 'I love you' and Alex mouthed the words while looking at you.  You laughed and leaned over and kissed his cheek.

The rest of the drive was fairly short and fun, considering that Alex kept making goofy faces at you, telling you his stupid, corny dad jokes at you. And as much as you liked that, you were glad when you arrived at the airport, tired of driving, and you were happy that you didn't have to get in another car for the next twelve hours. You quickly got out, glad to be done and went to the trunk to get out your bags. But Alex being ... Alex ... made you give him your bags, carrying them, along with his, into the airport, while you only carried your cross body bag.

As you entered the airport, you saw Matt and Jamie talking to each other, and you and Alex walked over to them.

"Hey, Matt, Jamie," you said, looking around for Nick, wondering where he was, knowing that he would never be late. "Where's Nick?"

Matt looked over at you, stopping his conversation he and Alex were having while you were looking for Nick. "Oh, he's already on the plane," he said. You looked at him, then Alex, confused. You knew that the plane hadn't boarded yet since Matt and Jamie would have been on the plane already. Matt saw your confusion written all over your face. "Did you not tell her, Al?" Matt asked, turning to Alex.

"Tell me what, Al?" you asked him.

Alex turned towards you. "Oh, well, we're not going on a plane with other people, we're going on a private jet, if you will," Alex explained, scratching the back of his neck, going slightly into his hair, not messing it up, though. You nodded and the confusion instantly went away, quickly being replaced with excitement, having never been on a private jet before.

"Well, I think that we best get going so that we don't hold up the plane," Jamie said, grabbing his bags, Matt doing the same, and Alex got the both of yours bags. You al walked to the check in, each handing the lady your passports and she handed them back to you all.

You all walked to the boarding area and got on, instantly being greeted by Nick. Everyone said hi to one him, including you, and they all went to their very small bunks to sleep on to put their bags away, then they all came back to the main part of the jet. They all sat down and so did you, Alex sitting down beside you.

"You're so pretty," he hummed, kissing your temple. You smiled and kissed his lips. "Yeah, but you look even better, even in that shirt that you're wearing that I hate." you smiled. Alex dramatically gasped, leaning his head back and closed his eyes, eliciting a laugh from you and he soon joined in.

The plane soon took off and the hours flew by, you all played games, joked around, ate and that made at least seven hours go by, and it was now dark. One by one, the guys went to bed. First Nick, then Jamie, and finally Matt. You and Alex stayed awake, neither of you tired. You were reading and Alex was eating and peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

You had finished the thirtieth chapter, picked the book because you knew that it would make the time go by and that you could probably finish it. Your eyes were tired and you closed and put the book down; turned to Alex. Some jelly had gotten onto his upper lip and he tried to wipe it away with his tongue, quickly giving up with that and instead using his fingers, then licking the jelly off of them.

He made even the simplest of actions look so hot and you starred at him absent mindly, and he took notice of it.  "You alright, love?" Alex asked, looking at you.

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." You turned to face forwards and placed your hand on Alex's thigh, rubbing up and down it slowly, hoping to get a reaction from him. "Love, what're you doing," he asked, setting down his plate. Yes, your idea worked.

"I'm not doing anything," you said innocently, turning to look at him with the eyes that you knew he couldn't resist. Alex wasted no time before leaning in and kissing you deeply, grabbing your waist and placing his other hand behind your neck to keep you in place, not wanting you to go anywhere. You expected this, what else would you have expected when you looked at him like that. And as much as you wanted this, you managed to break away from the kiss, turning away from him.

"Love," he said, clearly desperate for you now and you could hear the pure lust in his voice.

"Yes, Al," you said, pretending nothing happened.

"You just can't leave me like that," he drawled. You turned to face him and he quickly kissed you again, biting down on your lip, demanding entrance, slipping his tongue past you lips, easily fighting yours into submission. You pulled away, not to tease him, but instead to beg him.

He smirked and stood up, pulling you up as well. He grabbed your hand and brought you to he very small bathroom on the plane, opening the door and you steeped inside, Alex following and he closed and locked the door. He pushed you up against the wall and attached his lips to your neck, his hands either side of your head, your hands going straight into his hair, tugging on it. Alex bit at you neck and sucked on it, leaving a mark that was very profound.

He moved one of his hands to go under the material of your skirt, rubbing lightly on your clothed clit, a wet patch forming on your underwear. "You're so wet ... fuck," Alex drawled, sucking harder, moving the material of your underwear to the side, his fingers teasing your folds, spreading around your wetness, his thumb rubbing on your clit once again. You threw your head back against the wall, eyes closing automatically, tugging on his hair harder.

Two of his fingers moved down to your entrance and began circling it, spreading your arousal around there as well. Without warning, Alex pushed his two fingers inside of you, instantly starting to move them in and out of you. You bucked your hips up to try and get them to sink deeper inside of you.

Alex chuckled at your desperation, moving his fingers faster, going deeper than before. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his fingers stroking your walls and Alex's free hand moved to cover your mouth, muffling your moans.

He moved his fingers faster before, and you started to grind on his hand, moving in sync with his movements and his thumb began rubbing on your clit again, harsher than before though. You felt your orgasm growing quickly, almost there. Then, Alex curled his fingers deep inside of you and that was it, you shook, the waves of pleasure washing over you, riding out your high.

When you came down from your orgasm, Alex removed his fingers from you and began to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers just far enough to take out his cock: he lined himself with your entrance.

"Listen, if I'm going to fuck you, you 'ave to be quiet, can you do that?" he asked, his tip teasing your folds, his cock getting coated with your arousal.

You nodded. "Y-yes, I can do that." He nodded and quickly bucked his hips up into you, filling you up in one swift move. Your walls contracted around his cock, accommodating to fit his size, squeezing him. You both took a moment before Alex started to move, slowly pulling out of you before slamming right back into you.

As he increased his pace, you began to find it hard to keep your promise to him about you being quiet, a few moans falling from your lips, the feeling too good, Alex was too good. Alex looked up at you and trusted up into you hardly, another moan falling from your lips, and Alex wasted no time before placing his hand back over your mouth and stopped his movements.

"N-no," you choked out, voice muffled because of Alex's hand.

"Are you going to be quiet for me?" he asked and you quickly nodded after Alex teasingly bucked his hips into yours. Alex started to move again, moving his hand to rub on your clit again. You threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly, reveling in the way his cock stroked at your sensitive walls, hitting that spot that had been left unattended to before by his fingers.

You were so close now, knew that you wouldn't last much longer and a quiet whimper escaped your lips, Alex leaning in to kiss you, swallowing your moans and whimpers. And with one hard thrust of his, you shook breaking the kiss, moaning. The feeling of your walls squeezing Alex's cock triggered his own release, his movements stilling as his release coating your walls, moaning into each others mouths.

You both came down from your highs and Alex pulled out of you with a sigh and you felt his release run out of you, shooing him out so that you could clean yourself up. Exiting the bathroom and going to change, heading to your bunk to find Alex asleep. You smiled and climbed in beside him, barely enough room for you both.

"Goodnight, love," Alex mumbled groggily, half asleep.

"Goodnight, Al."

[mindninjax]

Awake

Bakugo x Reader (duh)

wc: 1.7k

A/n: Had a full on mental breakdown yesterday. Tried to sleep tonight. Couldn’t. Wrote this instead. I listened to Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wolf while writing it and it’s the song that’s referenced in this. I could link it but I’m lazy and depressed so I’m not gonna *dabs sadly*. Anyway here’s a comfort Fic I guess.?

Bakugo: Hey

(2:38AM): uh…hey?

Bakugo: You up?

(2:39 AM): clearly… clearly I’m up Bakugo. Why are you?

Bakugo: Can't sleep.

(2:39 AM): oh. I’m sorry.

Bakugo: Come outside?

(2:40 AM): like outside outside?

Bakugo: What other outside would there fucking be?

(2:41 AM): don’t curse at me stupid. I meant the balcony? Or are we going for a walk or something?

Bakugo: Fine. Nevermind. Forget I asked.

…

…

…

Bakugo: Balcony.

(2:52 AM): gimme five to put on pants.

Bakugo: Ok

(2:52 AM): folk or classical?

Bakugo: Ugh neither.

(2:53 AM): neither wasn’t an option shit head. Pick one.

Bakugo: Whatever you played last time. It helped me feel far away.

(2:54AM): Folk it is.

You put your phone down, the light dying and drawing you back into the darkness of your room. It’s quiet, you can hear him rustling on the other side of the wall, hear the balcony door slide open in his apartment next door and then shut.

You sit in bed for a moment, your heart the only thing thrumming in your ears as you take a deep breath. The city is quiet for the first time in a long time. There are no cars on the street, no sirens, just the sleepy lazy sound of the wind blowing and alley cats slinking through the garbage filled alleyways.

Then you get up, grab a pair of sweatpants and exchange the large holey t-shirt you’re wearing for a comfy but secure cami top. You search around your room for the little Bluetooth speaker and pause when your eyes fall on your acoustic guitar. You smile to yourself, it's perfect. You’ve been thinking about the song, the chords should be easy enough to grasp, and the words have been drifting around your head for days now.

You grab your phone to send him another quick text.

(2:58AM): Change of plans. The roof.

He doesn’t hesitate.

Bakugo: Ok.

He’s up on the roof of your city apartment building before you are, gazing out at the city lights , the moon in the sky blazing white shimmering light through his ash blond locks. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge your presence when you land delicately on your toes and deactivate your air quirk. He’s wearing a red tank top, must’ve had to change out of the usual black one he wears to bed from all the sweat. His shoulders look broad and you can see the scars rippling down the muscles of his arms.

“Took you long enough, even with your floaty little air quirk,” he taunts, back still to you.

“And yet you’re still here,” you quip back, rolling your eyes and grabbing a crate to sit on. You pull another over and plop it down across from you the same time he turns to join you on the other crate. He has dark circles under his eyes, there’s still a gleam of sweat shimmering on his jaw and neck. He watches in anticipation as you ready the guitar on your leg and hook your arm over it, expert fingers finding the correct chords to strum a lovely tune.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, gesturing to the guitar. You smile down at the guitar, concentrating on the correct note in your mind to start the song.

“It’s a nice night,” you murmur, eyes still focused on the instrument on your lap.

The muttered “It is now,” is swallowed by the sound of you strumming the strings softly diving into the tune as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes and hear Bakugo take a deep calming breath in and out before you start singing the lyrics.

I'm being frightened by the people

They look at me like I'm a scar upon their perfect skin

Perfect to only them

I'm being shadowed by my past

Reminding me of what I was and what I could become

My sins should stay where they belong

The wind is blowing gently and you can smell Bakugo’s sweet scent on the breeze. His crisp pine scented body wash mixes with his smoky sweet scent and it almost feels like the two of you are sitting around a campfire. Your voice drifts dreamily over the lyrics, enunciating the words and basking in the ease of the notes while putting your own lovely spin on it.

Listen to my voice

Close your frightened eyes

Hide behind my love for you

Fear's only a choice

One that we all must make some day

So know you're not alone in this

It’s clear and strong like a bell, punctuating every phrase with meaning that sits in Bakugo’s core and makes his heart do that weird thing where it’s fluttering but also extremely tranquil at the same time. When you end the song and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you incredulously.

“How do you do that?”

“Hmm?” you say, placing the guitar against a huge wooden pallet gently.

“How do you fucking do that? Every time. It’s fucking creepy.”

“You mind elaborating, dummy? I’m not a mind reader.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he grunts, rolls his eyes and folds his arms, pouting.

You roll your eyes before chuckling and answer the question you already know he’s asking. “Somewhere out there. Someone has made a song for every feeling you’ve ever felt. So I won’t take credit for that.”

“But you show them to me.”

“Yes,” you say this as if it’s an obvious statement.

“And play them for me.”

“Yes.” Again, another obvious statement. Why wouldn’t you play them for him. It’s why the two of you are here. Right?

“And make them….ya know… sound good and shit,” he says, stuttering over the words as his cheeks and ears start to turn pink.

You smirk, “You can say I sound pretty. I won’t tell anyone you said it,” you tease.

“Tch. Idiot.”

There’s a beat of silence, you’re lost in your thoughts staring up at the starry sky before you look at him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to even if I say no.”

“Correct. Why do you text me when it happens? Why me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looks away sheepishly and doesn’t meet your questioning gaze. "Don't know.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow, “Yes you do”

He sighs, holds out a hand to gesture as if it’s obvious. Why would you be asking this? Especially after the many nights the two of you have done this. “Just feels right I guess. And after we talk I can go back to sleep just fine.”

“You realize what that is right?” You lean in closer to him, elbows on your thighs, chin in your hands. “That’s called trusting someone.”

“Sure I guess.”

Another beat of silence and then a long winded sigh from you, one that definitely says “I’m tired of this” and it makes a shiver of fear run up his spine.

“Look Bakugo. I’m not usually one that skates around feelings. And as much as I enjoy late night jam sessions or sneaking out and gazing at the moon with you until you feel ok enough to sleep, I…”

He holds his breath, “What?”

“Hmm…” you have a finger up to your chin in the universal thinking pose.

His heartbeat picks up and his fingers start to fiddle in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Fucking what? You just said you don’t skate around feelings so what?”

You frown at him, “Hold your flippin’ horses I’m thinkin’ first.”

“‘Flippin’ horses?’ You’re such a weirdo.”

And now you’re glaring. "Speaking of thinking before speaking. You should try it.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no hostility to it and he knows you know it.

“Very original. ANYWAY, I was going to say despite your constant attitude and constant shouting, I still really like hanging out with you. So I’d like to not only hang out at…”you pull your phone from your pocket and gaze at the tiny blue screen, “4 AM”

Another pause as he processes his elation. He’s happy you’re not telling him this is the last time. But this isn’t the hard part. “Ok.”

You squint suspiciously. “I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“Then say it aloud to me,” you challenge.

This is the hard part.

He takes a few deep breaths and then… “I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I don’t know what any of that shit even means. All the stupid lovey dovey shit Raccoon Ey-”

“Ashido.”

It’s his turn to glare. “Fine, Ashido talks about all the time. All I know is no one talks to me the way you do. And I always feel calm around you. Calmer than usual. I always wanna hang out more with the idiots when you’re around to hang out with them too.”

You smile but hide it behind your fingertips. He doesn’t look finished so you nod to encourage him to finish.

“And I don't know what it is. But whenever I wake up from the fucking …” He doesn’t say the word “nightmare”. He struggles with it like if he says it he’s surrendering to weakness or something. “Whenever I wake up the only thing I think of is you. Wishing you were there, like a fucking idiot. But it never goes away, not until I text you and I see you and I hear your voice.” His head is in his hands, like he’s ashamed to admit this to you.

It’s quiet again, some cars from below have started bustling on the street. The morning wind carries his scent and the city's waking smells of coffee and fresh baked bread. You stand quietly and walk over to him, head still hanging in his hands as he crouches over on the crate.

You hug him, force yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his head. And at first he stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you or move out of your grasp. He just sits there with his arms hanging limply at his sides,eyes wide, and your arms wrapped around his head. His ear is pressed against your chest, listening to the city waking around you. You're warm and you smell impossibly good and he knows this is what he craves when he wakes up from those terrifying nightmares. Your embrace is the cure.

“I like being here. I like being there for you.”

Then his arms move up to wrap around your waist and he hugs you back and sighs into your chest. He stays there for at least 10 minutes listening to the steady beating of your heart.

And then he quietly mutters, “Thanks.”

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[africanotaku92]

Schrodinger's Boy

I missed Phan Phic Phight but now I'm here for Dannymay! Not really going along with the prompts, just wanted to write something for the month.

I dedicate this to @five-rivers because i love their stuff so much!

Please, enjoy!

***

Schrödinger’s Boy

It was dead when she saw it.

Oh so very dead, but walking. Talking. Living.

That really doesn’t make sense, so let’s start from the beginning;

Nelia Ugochi d’Bandinello was not a normal child. Ever since she was young, she could see death. And no, not like the walking skeleton clad in black robes and a scythe most people assume, but real death; the dead, the dying, the undead, all. No one, not even her closest family members knew, and she intended to keep it that way. As long as she kept to her own and didn’t cross the line for the rules, she was safe.

Ever since her family moved to this country, she knew the small, sleepy town was a little dead. The essence was in every nook and cranny, even the air had a thin yet distinctive layer of it. Nothing she couldn’t handle.

That is, until now.

The air’s death suddenly sharpened the moment before it walked in.

At first glance, it looked like a boy. A cute boy in fact. Short compared to her tall. Pale skin in contrast to her deep dark, straight black hair opposed to curly blond. Baby blue opposing forest green. But then, the closer she looked, the more she noticed what was off. Skin was a little too pale to be considered healthy, and became slightly transparent as she saw more. Hair was wispy and floaty, almost defying gravity, almost flowing like it was under water as its head bounced. Eyes a bit more, sunken, a bit more tired. Worst of all, its heartbeat sounded so, so slow.

And now, it was sitting two tables across from her.

She swallowed the milkshake that threatened to spill out of her mouth. She tried to turn back to her food, tried to ignore its presence. But she kept glancing its way, turning back to the most terrifying yet fascinating creature she had ever seen.

And she just. Kept. Staring.

One of its cohorts – the black one with glasses – pointed at her direction, and it suddenly looked over. Their eyes made contact. She gasped and looked away.

‘Such haunting eyes.’ She thought.

“Nelia? What’s wrong?” She looked up to see her brother Irnerio, who had previously been trying to unhinge his jaw to fit an absolutely massive burger, was now looking at her in concern.

“Nothing.” She forced out. She glanced back at them. Her brother’s concerned face was already contorting into a smug grin.

“Oh? Falling in love already?” He chuckled “It’s the pale boy, right?” Her cheeks heated. Definitely not what was happening.

“Shut up.”

“Well, you did say that one of the advantages of moving was ‘Date cute Americans’. Though I must say, I always thought that the goth girl would be more your type. You could both indulge in your weird fascination with death.”

She hit her brother in the ribs.

“Stolto*.” She hissed. “I said shut up.”

Her brother laughed.

***

“Dude, the new girl is totally checking you out.”

Danny swallowed his bite of a burger. “What?”

He, Sam and Tucker had gone to Nasty Burger for lunch that Saturday, and had noticed the two newest additions to the town residence. The girl had been looking at them ever since they walked in.

“She’s probably not into me. Probably looking at Sam. They look foreign, so for all we know, she may be their first goth.”

“An honour I am willing to have with pride.”

“She’s looking over here right now!”

Danny turned to where Tucker was pointing and sure enough, she was looking at them. They made eye contact, and hers widened and she looked away.

“See? Totally into you.” Danny rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Tuck.” He continued eating his burger. But somehow, he couldn’t shake the stare off of him. As if she was looking past his flesh and staring at the very ghost that made his soul.

He shivered at the thought.

***

Oh God above, it went to her school.

The creepy thing goes to her school.

She wondered how it got into her school. She wondered why, of all things, it had to attend as a student.

Mondays where truly the worst days of the week.

She had learned the creatures name was Danny Fenton, official school weirdo, son of the two most successful ghost hunters (oh the irony), and all-round loser she shouldn’t interact with (according to the Mexican girl that approached her). She didn’t really care though, as much as she was weary, she still wanted to know what it was. And she was determined to find out.

The bell rang, pulling her out of her thoughts. She sighed and pulled her books from her locker. She didn’t want to be late.

***

Hours later, school was long over, and Nelia was busy at work in the kitchen, kneading dough for her second batch of strawberry calzones, the first already in the oven. Her mother stood at in front of the doorway, watching her.

“That’s a lot of dessert calzones for 4 people.”

She finished kneading and started rolling out the dough. “Oh no, ours are part of the last batch. Most of these are offerings.” She turned to her mother. “I’m going to the Cemetery after dinner. To pay some respects.”

Her mother sighed. There was no talking her out of this. Every time they go someplace new, she always paid her respects at a local gravesite. She stopped trying to prevent her a long time ago.

“Well, just be back before midnight. But in the meantime, let me help you close the ones you’ve already filled. We could talk, use some mother daughter bonding time.” She smiled and nodded at her mum, handing her a spare apron. She gladly took it and set to work beside her daughter.

“Have you heard? There’s a story I heard. They say this town has some kind of ghost hero…”

***

It was late in the evening, and she had paid her respects at the last grave when she saw him.

And he was oh so very much Alive.

Silver white hair adorned his head like a glowing crown. Striking, electric green eyes, a black jumpsuit with white boots and gloves. Veins, across his skin, visible with the implication of pure green death flowing in them, the sound of each breath he takes. A pulsating buzz emitting from his chest, almost sounding like a beating heart. These where the features of Amity Park’s local hero and (dead) celebrity, Danny Phantom.

And he had just landed in front of her.

“Um, are you ok? It’s pretty late out.”

She blinked at first, startled to hear him talk, but composed herself enough to speak.

“Ah, yes I’m fine. Just, paying my respects.” She gestured to the grave and the basket of food.

“Oh, really? That’s nice of you! Apart from family, hardly anyone pays respect these days.”

“Yes, it’s something I try to do everywhere I go. Speaking of respect, where’s yours?”

Danny blinked. “My what?”.

“Your grave. I have to pay my respects to you. This is the only cemetery in town, but I didn’t see your grave.”

Danny froze in shock. He hadn’t really thought about it.

“Oh. I kind of, uhm, don’t have one?” Because I’m not really dead.

It was Nelia’s turn to be shocked. And then she was angry. Was this town really so ungrateful that they didn’t have a grave for their hero? That wouldn’t do.

“Where do you want one?”

“What?”

“Where would you want your grave? I’m going to make you one.”

Danny’s eyes widened.

“Your… going to make a grave for me?” “Of course? It’s only common decency, a basic right to the dead. I might not have your body, but if I have a photo to at least mark your image, it would do.”

Danny was stunned by this gesture. No one had offered him a grave before. So, he told her about his ideal spot.

Weeks later, in a secluded spot in the woods, he stands with her above a freshly dug grave, underneath a willow tree, facing directly at the night sky marked with a picture of him in his ghost form. She drops a plate of calzones and lights some lavender incense. She pays her respects and stands back letting him trace over the picture and admire the grave. It’s not the best grave, but it’s also the only one he’s received. He couldn’t help it, as a few tears dripped from his eyes. It was a sweet gift.

He turns to her, clasps his hand in hers. He manages to choke out between tears.

“Thank you.”

She stares back at him. This action, it’s so… human. She senses familiarity, like she could almost imagine him when he was alive……

Oh.

Oh.

The connection between the dead boy and alive ghost hits her like a train, all the similarities adding up. She smiles at him.

“It’s your grave. You should bring your friends to see it.”

His eyes widen in panic, wondering how she found out. She shakes her head.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

He relaxes and nods, let’s go of her hands and they stare back at his very own grave. Sam and Tucker are going to flip when they see it.

That night, she’s back in her room, wide awake, thinking of everything that happened. His hands were cold, but not like death cold. Like he had stuck his hands in the freezer. His tears were so real.

This boy, who was dead yet alive. Walking perfectly on the line between life and death, tittering to neither side.

Schrödinger’s boy indeed.

[mostlybarnes]

I Love You

Summary: The five times you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him and the one time you did.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers, fluff, brief mentions of injuries. Not a single curse word, are you proud of me Steve? 😏

Words: 1,347

Author’s Notes: I’ve had this thing *waves hand at the summary* on my mind the whole heckin’ day and my mind screamed at me to write it. I made this little divider thing, it’s so cute I love it and I’m proud of myself.

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Telling someone you loved them was no easy task, especially if the person you wanted to tell was just a friend. How do you tell someone who is your friend that you want to spend the rest of your life with them and that you love them more than life itself?

Well, the first time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him was when he got back to the compound after a brutal mission that ended up going south and some of his ribs were broken from the fight. You were scared that you would lose him, and you didn’t want to waste time by not telling him of your true feelings.

You gnawed on your lip nervously as you watched him stagger through the hallway with his bionic arm around Steve and his right arm pressing on a bloody wound that seeped through his fingers. Blood dripped down the side of his face and even from the distance you could see he had blood in his hair and dirt under his nails. He looked a mess and the cold look in his eyes made you think twice about dropping a ‘I love you’ bombshell on him right now. Now wasn’t the time, now wasn’t the place.

You let it go for now, allowing Steve to take him to the medical bay to get patched up while you trudged slowly back to your room, hoping and praying Bucky was going to be alright. He was a strong super soldier, of course he was going to be.

The second time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him was a couple of days after that mission. He was sitting at the dining table alone spooning a mouthful of Cap’n Crunch and reading the newspaper.

“Good mornin’ Buck! How are you?” You greeted him with a warm smile. He looked up from his paper and offered a tight lipped smile in return. His lip was cut from being punched by a hydra agent and he had some deep cuts and bruises over his face and body.

“Hey Y/N! Doing alright doll, injuries are finally healing. How are you?”

How were you, really? Is this the part where you tell him you haven’t slept so much because you’ve been so worried? Does that sound weird? Or is this the part where you tell him what’s on your heart?

“I’m… just a bit tired but doing okay.” You said instead after a few minutes of thinking about what to say. The truth is, you were absolutely terrified of rejection. With other guys, it wouldn’t have mattered so much but Bucky meant the world to you. If you ended up telling him you loved him and he didn’t feel the same way, then everything would be ruined and you know he isn’t the kind of guy that accepts apologies so easily and quickly. The last thing you wanted to do was make things awkward between the two of you.

“You sure? You seem like you have something on your mind there?” He stares back at you with his features softened. Bucky cared and he cared a lot.

You smiled and nodded your head. Only thing on my mind is you, Barnes. “I promise I’m okay, just tired.”

He nodded his head a few times before smiling back at you. “Take a seat.” He motioned to the chair opposite him, “let me get you some breakfast and coffee.”

Like I said, he cared a lot.

The third time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him was during a trip to the beach with the avengers to take advantage of a free day for everyone and with the sun shining, the temperatures rising, it was just perfect. Tony suggested a relaxing day and this was definitely it. A few hours on the beach seemed to melt any worries and stress you had, and you found yourself smiling and laughing a lot more today.

Bucky was also in a very good mood, he had a constant smile on his face and he was even cracking jokes with Tony and Sam. He was shirtless, not caring if anyone saw his arm and he enjoyed swimming because the water was much cooler against the summer heat.

Bucky was laying next to you with his arms under his head and his ankles crossed over the other as you made sure every inch of his skin was covered in sunscreen. He looked so peaceful, so calm and the words almost spilled out. Almost. Until Tony decided to ruin the moment.

“Hey kid, if you’re done with the sunscreen, can you throw it back to me?” You threw it and Tony caught it easily. When you looked back at Bucky, he was grinning with his sunglasses up on his forehead.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me doll.”

“Of course! Sunburn is no joke, it’s painful because it feels like your body is on fire.”

“Well, good thing we got this huge umbrella over us.” You nodded in agreement and took in the breeze of the warm air as the heat made you feel sleepy.

The fourth time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him was after his Tinder date stood him up at the restaurant he worked hard to make a reservation for. He came back to the compound looking down and upset. You made him some herbal tea and listened to him without any interruptions.

“I just wish I could find somebody who would love me, ya know? Someone who would love me for who I am.” He sighed, keeping his eyes on the swirling tea.

I love you Buck, you wanted to say so badly. You wanted to let those three words out and break free from the chains.

“I absolutely do understand. You deserve someone who would give you the world.” Bucky looked deep in your eyes, and you felt scared he would see your real meaning behind it. Eyes gave a lot of answers away if you weren’t careful and he was trained to read people like a book. He always knew you were sick before you even became sick. And he knew if you were sad, happy or even anxious and he seemed to know the reasons why behind every emotion. He gulped and nodded, finishing the rest of his drink before bidding you a goodnight. For the first time in a long time, you felt worried and anxious. You felt as if he knew something.

Bucky did know something, he heard the crack in your voice and the way your eyes focused on him as you spoke, as though you were in a daydream. Your eyes gave him the biggest clue and he was thankful for that because he didn’t want to look like an idiot when he asked you out.

Little did you know, Bucky had feelings for you too. You were more than a friend to him and he daydreamed about the future and you were his future. A picket fence house, children, pets. A happy marriage and a happy family. Bucky had plans to ask you out, he just hoped he hadn’t looked at the whole situation wrong.

The sixth time you wanted to tell Bucky you loved him and succeeded was after your first date. He asked you out a few days after everything happened with his failed date. He took you to a quiet restaurant where you wouldn’t be disturbed by the public, you drank wine, listened to the violins in the background and ate dinner.

The flames from the candles illuminated your skin and Bucky became mesmerized by your soft glowing features. You were his dream come true and the moment those words came from your mouth, it had felt like the whole world was lifted off your shoulders.

“I love you too, doll. You’re it for me, I don’t want anyone else.” He smiled down at you, bumping your noses together adorably.

“I’m glad to see that, Barnes. I’m afraid to tell you you’re stuck with me.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, doll. Till the end of the line.”

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