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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 1 year

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Frozen Wastelands

This story is set after the last chapter of Finding You, you and Bucky are together and you want to join your new boyfriend, and your ex-boyfriend, Steve on a mission so you can keep an eye on them. Turns out, they need to take care of you.

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FINDING YOU MASTERLIST

Bucky hated the freezing temperatures and the way his nose turned rosy at the tip. One of the benefits of being a super soldier is that he didn't really fall ill, but for some reason it wasn't enough to stop that part of his affliction. Strangely enough, Steve seemed unperturbed by the cold weather, unlike his pre-serum self. Bucky had vivid memories of Steve's chattering teeth as they ran back home to his house and warmed themselves by the kitchen stove.

The frozen tundra where he was crouched with you and Steve reminded him too much of the Siberian HYDRA base where he had so often slept. The cold there had permeated his soul in a way that the cryogenics hadn't touched. He pushed away his memories of that time, not wanting them to take a hold of his mind.

It was your love that was slowly thawing his winter heart. Sometimes Bucky still found it hard to believe that you actually cared about him. Even though he had been grateful and would have settled for your friendship alone, he was still in a phase of disbelief. One wrong move and he would wake from this dream and lose you. And if it were all just a dream, he didn't think he would be able to cope.

Just as he was about to get lost in a blizzard of negativity, he felt a small nudge on his gloved hand. He looked down to see your equally padded mit trying to grab onto his. Bucky wrapped his fingers around your hand, giving you a sideways glance.

"You okay?" he muttered.

"That's what I was about to ask you," you whispered back.

"I'm fine."

"I can't wait to get out of here. It's too cold for me."

Steve shifted suddenly. He had been crouched on your other side. The three of you were sitting back to back watching for movement in the winter wonderland. The snow covered terrain was all but barren except for…

"There!" Bucky exclaimed quietly.

Both you and Steve turned your attention to the direction he was pointing. You had to scrunch up your eyes and focus really hard, and despite the snow goggles you were wearing, the cold wind was biting, making your contact covered eyeballs water and obscure your vision.

Bucky and Steve seemed to have no issue visualizing the HYDRA truck which was trundling along the uneven frozen ground. They had already started creeping out from the sheltered hiding spot to intercept the target. They didn't need you for this mission, you knew your presence wouldn't improve their success rate, but for some reason, you had not wanted to be away from Bucky. So you'd talked May into covering your classes and invited yourself along for support.

You'd regretted it as soon as you'd been handed a parachute but you sucked in a deep breath before jumping from the quinjet. You cursed the icy wind that slapped your face as gravity pulled you back down to the Earth's surface.

The aim was to take back a drive that HYDRA agents had stolen from a S.H.I.E.L.D. base, which contained highly sensitive information and intel. It was a simple operation; retrieve the information. The names and locations of safehouses, scientists who HYDRA wanted to use for their malicious purposes. They needed to be protected at all costs.

Bucky and Steve fought like they were one being, their synchronicity was beautiful. It was like they were one person, the same mind. The only time they had ever trained together was when Steve had convinced Bucky to teach him how to box immediately after Bucky had been drafted. But they had known each other for so long, they'd been connected so deeply that they were almost an extension of each other. Bucky deserved to have more people in his life who saw how incredible he was.

The HYDRA team didn’t stand a chance against the two super soldiers. The protective detail was small and poorly armed and Steve’s shield and Bucky’s arm were formidable weapons. They took out the agents with an unnerving ease, but not before they made a last ditch attempt to foil your attempts at recovering the intelligence. The last agent standing flung the drive as far as they could and it landed with a clatter on a large sheet of ice. The three of you launched yourselves forwards to the precious parcel, but you faltered as both Bucky and Steve came to a skidding halt several meters away from the device.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you finally caught up to them.

“Thin ice,” Bucky pointed at the floor just in front of them.

Your eyes followed the direction of Bucky’s pointed finger. The ice had cracked under their combined weight and likely wouldn’t withstand any significant pressure applied to it.

"We can try going around."

"Wait!"

You stopped Steve from moving away. He looked back at you quizzically.

"You got a different idea?"

"No, I just think that I should do it."

"It's dangerous."

"And I'm lighter than you. And you," you turned to Bucky who had opened his mouth to object. "I think I can use my powers to distribute my weight and lessen the pressure on the ice."

"Can't you just use your powers to, you know, bring it over here?"

"It's already covered in snow. And I can't see it, I don't want to accidentally break the ice, we'll definitely lose it that way."

Bucky and Steve exchanged glances over your head, making you roll your eyes at their overprotectiveness. You edged around the waterfront, testing the ice with your feet and looking for a more stable place to put your weight. Using your abilities, you created a snow shoe around the sturdy boots which enveloped your feet so that the pressure you exerted was spread over a larger surface area. Step by agonizingly careful step you crept across the wafer thin ice to where you suspected the hard drive had landed. The two super soldiers remained at the edge of the body of water.

Shockingly, it didn’t take you too long to find the small object you were after. You crouched down and scooped it up, throwing your hands in the air to celebrate your success. As you tucked the drive into your jacket, your eyes caught sight of a projectile headed straight towards your super soldiers.

"Bucky!" You screeched, just in time for the two men to turn to the sound of the targeted missile.

It was heat seeking, so running wouldn't help. Steve whipped his shield up in a defensive position but you knew it wouldn't protect them. Instinctively, you threw out your hands and enveloped the two men in a protective barrier just in the nick of time. The explosion which ensued sent out a powerful shock wave which made you stumble backwards.

The look of triumph on your face from protecting Bucky and Steve faltered and crumbled in a matter of milliseconds as you felt the surface under your feet crack.

“Fu-”

The word didn’t have time to leave your mouth as the ice beneath you caved from the change in pressure. You gasped reflexively as your feet sank into the cold water, just in time as the rest of your body plunged under the surface. It felt like your body had gone into shock and time stood still as you opened your eyes underwater. It felt like you’d entered another world but you felt a sense of calm wash over you as your heart rate slowed and it was almost like there was a mental clarity you hadn’t felt in a long time. As you glanced around, you thought about how incredible it would be to explore the world under the surface of the ice, but you had a job that needed to be completed and you needed to make sure Bucky was safe.

You swam towards the surface, taking a shuddering breath of air as you emerged from the glacial water. You tried to pull yourself out of the water but the ice was too brittle to hold your weight and snapped with every attempt you made to grasp it. You suddenly became aware of someone calling your name. Looking up, you saw Bucky and Steve waving frantically, trying to step across to you.

You shook your head vehemently, before yelling towards them. “I’m going to swim under. Make a hole?”

“Ace, no!”

“We’ll come and get you.”

“No! Then we’ll all be wet. Trust me!”

Bucky scowled before dropping to his knees and punching his vibranium arm through the ice nearest him. He tried to make as big a hole as he possibly could so they wouldn’t have any trouble pulling you out. Steve beckoned you over urgently, looking over his shoulder to check for more hidden threats. You took a deep breath and dived back under the ice and started swimming in the direction you thought they were waiting for you. Everything under the surface of the water felt like another world, your movements felt sluggish as the water seemed to be pushing against your attempts to swim. You searched frantically for Bucky’s arm which he kept submerged so you would know which direction to go. Your eyes didn’t seem to be doing their job, even though you were wearing the most sophisticated contact lenses S.H.I.E.L.D. had produced.

Panic was starting to set in, as was your urge to take a breath. But that wouldn’t help you. You closed your eyes and used your powers to get a better sense of your surroundings in the eerie dark water world under the ice. The frantic feeling slowly subsided as you felt the hum of vibranium and you kicked hard towards it, grabbing his hand with yours. Bucky pulled you out of the water with one swift motion, holding you tightly to his chest as you coughed and spluttered in an attempt to oxygenate your lungs.

“You okay?” he asked.

His breath felt comfortingly hot in your ear but only alerted you to how cold you were feeling. You nodded but you weren’t sure if it was noticeable with how violently you had started shivering.

“We need to get out of here,” Steve urged.

Bucky and Steve looked around apprehensively before they each grabbed one of your arms and guided you in the direction of shelter. They located and led you into a cave where you sank to your knees with relief. It was a temporary feeling, as the discomfort from your soaked and freezing clothing permeated your skin. Bucky has his arms wrapped around your chilled frame in an attempt to keep you warm but it wasn’t doing anything to stop your shaking.

“Steve, we need to get her warmed up.” Bucky looked at his friend, his blue eyes filled with anxiety and fear. He had spent enough time in this abysmal climate to know what it could do to the human body.

“I’m going to try and contact Sam, to get him to send a quinjet."

"That will take too long," Bucky hissed at his best friend.

"What else is there, Buck? There is nothing here to make a fire, and we can't do that because the smoke will just attract attention. We need to get her home."

"Why're you boys fighting?" you slurred slightly through your chattering teeth. Your attempt to pout disappointment was not lost on them.

Bucky glared at Steve. "Give me your coat before you go."

As soon as Steve stepped out of the cave, Bucky turned you in his arms, pushing wet strands of hair out of your face. "Ace, we're going to take these wet clothes off. Is that okay?"

You whined pitifully. "I'm too cold, can't we do that later?"

"No, you'll just get colder. Here-" Bucky held up Steve's jacket to you. "You can put this on."

"Why can't I have yours?"

"I ripped my sleeve off to pull you out of the water. Now stop complaining and do what you're told."

You giggled, "why aren't you like this when we're in bed, huh Buck?"

Bucky was starting to panic a little at your complete disregard to the severity of the situation. Instead of arguing, he started unzipping your large winter jacket. A blast of cold air enveloped you as the thick layer came off, making you tremble uncontrollably. He didn't dare remove any more of your wet clothes, instead choosing to wrap you in Steve's jacket. Unfortunately it didn't seem to have any beneficial effects on your shivering.

"Bucky," you whimpered painfully.

"I'm here, Ace. I'm here."

He started wrapping his coat around your waist, covering your legs and zipping it up until you looked like you were cocooned in a snowy white sleeping bag. Bucky sat down and pulled you into his lap, holding you close to his chest.

"Hi," you whispered as he gazed down at your face.

Bucky didn't answer, choosing to pull your face into his neck, his cheek against yours as his breath tickled your ear. It was comforting,but still didn't quell the fear that had spread through your quivering body. You choked down a sob, not wanting to alarm Bucky, but you couldn't stop the tears from falling from your eyes. You were almost glad that he couldn't tell the difference between your shivering and crying. You’d never faced a moment like this before, the stillness of thought before facing an imminent death. You wanted to open your mouth to say something to the man you considered your soulmate, knowing that your demise would permeate the very fabric of Bucky’s existence, steeping him further into sadness for eternity.

If you hadn't been so dazed from exhaustion and lost in your anguish, you would have noticed that Bucky had buried his face in your hair to hide his own fears. Loving you had made him a better person, his soul less clouded by darkness. You had breathed life into his veins and the danger of losing you made him lose that breath.

Only a few moments had passed until Steve returned, but to Bucky it seemed like an eternity.

"Where are they?" Bucky demanded.

The growl in his chest made you stir and it was then that he had noticed that you had stopped shaking so much.

"On their way. They weren't pleased that we lost the hard drive and wanted to make that clear."

"Steve, I don't give a damn about the drive! I don't care about this stupid mission!"

Bucky's anger was upsetting to hear, but you could hardly muster the energy to comfort him. Steve however had noticed your watery eyes fixed on his scowling face.

"Hey Ace," he knelt down close to your face. "How're you doing?"

"Cold. Tired," you mumbled. "Don't be mad, Buck."

"At least you've stopped shaking," Bucky smiled, a small flame of hope flared in his chest that you might not be in so much danger anymore.

"That's not a good thing, Buck," Steve murmured in his friend's ear, before turning back to you. "Ace, open your eyes for me."

You complied, grumbling slightly, which made Steve smile. He still had some fond memories of trying to wake you on cold winter mornings when you'd been too warm and comfortable to get out of bed. "Talk to me. I need you to stay awake until May gets here in the quinjet."

"May?" You perked up at the sound of her name.

"Yeah, she isn't best pleased with you."

"When is May pleased with anything I do?"

"Well swimming in an icy lake isn't really an ideal activity," he joked.

"Yeah, cold."

"Still feeling cold?" Bucky asked.

You could only hum in affirmation, making Bucky tighten his grip on you. When you pressed your legs together to try and warm them a little, you were surprised at the pressure that surrounded them. Opening your eyes, you blinked away the film of tears that had collected over your contact lenses. You saw a blue eyed, blonde haired man with a small but dopey smile as he looked up at you, shyly. He reminded you so much of the man you'd met in the 1930s.

"Thanks, Daniel," you muttered absently, before closing your eyes and nuzzling into Bucky's chest.

Steve's eyes widened with surprise. "What did you just call me?"

“You can take the davenport.” Your voice seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

Steve frowned as his mind searched his memories of the distant past. His heart pounded as he put the pieces together in his mind. "Dottie?"

Bucky looked down at you, waiting for you to answer Steve, to tell him the truth of your exploits into the past, but your eyes stayed closed and your mouth silent. "Ace? Ace, wake up! You have to tell him! Tell him about the time traveling hunters and the Wizard of Oz. You're Dottie. Steve, it was her. Tell him, Ace." He shook you gently, calling your name desperately. "Ace!"

"Don't yell. I hear ya," you grumbled, opening your eyes long enough to look up at your boyfriend. "You rem'ber."

Bucky's breath caught in his throat, heart pounding with fear and relief. "Of course I remember," he smiled down at you. "It was quite the story."

Steve sat watching the two of you, utterly dumbfounded by this revelation. Questions whirled around his mind, but this wasn't the time for him to ask them. Would he ever get the chance to ask you about it, he thought morbidly. Instead he gripped your legs more tightly, holding on to you for dear life. He wasn't going to let you down like he had Bucky all those years ago. They just had to keep you warm, to keep you alive until May arrived with a rescue.

“Hang in there, Ace,” Steve piped up when the silence went on for too long. “Cavalry is almost here.”

“Don’t call her that,” you grumbled.

“What?” Steve frowned in confusion.

When you didn’t answer, Bucky volunteered an answer. “May, don’t call her that to her face. She doesn’t like it.”

“Why?”

Bucky shrugged. “She never told me any specific details. Just that what happened was pretty traumatic, but May was treated like a hero for her actions, but she wasn’t happy about what actually happened.”

“Don’ fo’get driv’.” Your words were getting harder to understand.

“The drive? You don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Bucky tried to reassure you.

“M'jacket.”

“Your jacket is still wet, sweetheart. It’s not going to make you any warmer.”

“Drive,” you sighed in frustration.

Steve realized the meaning of your words before Bucky. He grabbed your half frozen jacket and started rummaging through the lining, eventually finding and pulling out the drive that you’d risked your life for. “Ace, you’re incredible. I got it. I can’t believe you managed to hang on to this.”

“Why does it even matter?” Bucky griped. The only thing of importance to him at that moment was you.

“Chill, Buck.” You didn't want him to be angry.

“You have enough of that for all of us,” Bucky snarked at you, making you titter. It was all you could manage. The fatigue you’d started feeling was starting to take over and there felt like there was a cloud fogging your thoughts. Sleep felt like the only appealing option, but it would be a permanent form of rest if you succumbed to the call.

“I love you, Bucky.”

“Ace, don’t. You’re going to be just fine.” Steve spoke for Bucky who had all but lost his tongue. Suddenly, his ears perked up and he tilted his head.

Bucky had heard it too. “Quinjet?” he asked with uncertainty, afraid to hope that help had arrived.

“I’ll go.” Steve shifted into a kneeling position. “Ace, you’d better be awake when I get back. Got that?”

“Love you too, buddy."

Steve glanced up at Bucky to gauge his reaction to your words, but his best friend seemed oblivious to your words, holding you as though his life depended on it. Maybe it did.

He left Bucky with his forehead pressed against yours.

Steve was back as quick as possible, having flagged down the quinjet piloted by Melinda May. He knew it would be faster if they carried you and dashed back to the cave. He skidded in only to come face to face with Bucky's firearm.

"It's me, Buck. Let's go."

Bucky didn't need any further prompting. He scooped you up and followed Steve to the waiting quinjet. Reluctantly, he handed your care over to the trained medic as he started hooking you up to monitoring devices and warming fluids.

You were unconscious for two days, even though the medical team had stabilized you relatively quickly. Bucky never left your side. He felt like he was going out of his mind waiting for you to recover from the ordeal.

Steve had disappeared from his side once the doctors had said you were stable and there were unlikely to be any long lasting problems. It made Bucky angry, he had thought Steve loved you. It had surprised him that he didn’t feel any envy about your previous relationship with Steve. He knew in a way, you still loved Steve, but that didn’t bother him much. He trusted you, just as he trusted Steve. All he wanted was for you to feel loved and protected and he would give his life for that to happen if it was required.

For now he would settle for staying by your side until you were ready to wake. May popped in often but had been bombarded with urgent messages and was working from the nurses station outside the room, not wanting to disrupt the quiet you needed. Bucky spent the next few hours talking to you as though you could hear him, reading to you from the ebook app you’d installed on his phone. Steve finally returned, having delivered the drive to the appropriate agents.

“How’s she doing?”

“Still asleep.”

Steve sighed heavily and sat down on the other side of your hospital bed. “I shouldn’t have agreed to her coming.”

“Steve, do you think we’d have survived without her?” Bucky asked, holding your limp hand to his face. “I think we have to respect her decisions, even if we don't like the consequences.”

The two men sat in silence for a while, before Steve worked up the courage to ask his question.

“You knew about Dottie?”

“Yeah,” Bucky grunted quietly, feeling apprehensive about where this conversation was going.

“But you said it wasn’t real.”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t know until recently.”

“I don’t understand why Ace didn’t tell me when we were-”

“She didn’t realize until you were telling us the story at that party. I don’t think she was comfortable talking about it then.”

“If I’d known-”

Bucky sighed, preferring not to think about a life where you didn’t love him back. He held onto your hand a little tighter, tugging his chair so he could sit a little closer.

“Sorry Buck, I know I don’t- I shouldn’t. I thought you were the only person who knew me before all of this. I never thought anyone else could ever care for him.”

“She’s different.”

“Yeah,” Steve whispered sadly in agreement. “I’m glad she has you, Buck.”

They settled into a comfortable silence. After eighteen hours of waiting for you, Bucky fell into a fitful sleep by your side. Peggy had taken Steve home for a short nap before he had returned to your room to find Bucky slumbering. He reclaimed the chair he had vacated earlier, he glanced over Bucky’s sleeping form, before he reached forwards to stroke your temple. His fingers had crept down to caress your cheek gently when you stirred.

“Buck,” you mumbled.

Steve smiled sadly, you were nothing if not loyal. “It’s me, Steve.”

You opened your eyes to look in his direction. “Hey. Where’s Bucky?”

“Over there,” Steve nodded in the direction of his best friend.

You turned your head to your other side with what felt like a lot of effort to look at your boyfriend. His presence, no matter how disheveled, brought a smile to your face.

“Hey Ace, do you think we can talk for a minute?” Steve asked. He bit his lower lip anxiously waiting for you to answer.

Unfortunately, you were too lost in gazing at Bucky for you to pay attention. You could see the lines of worry on Bucky’s face, despite his dozing state, his eyes moving rapidly from side to side visible despite his closed lids. Was he dreaming? You knew he would want you to wake him.

“Ace?” Steve spoke again.

“Hmm?” you turned your attention back to Steve fleetingly.

“I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m just going to wake Bucky first.”

“I think he needs sleep.”

“I think he’s having a nightmare.”

Before Steve could say anything more, you reached over to take Bucky’s hand. He woke with a start at your touch. His eyes took a moment to focus on you before he had jumped out of his chair and was perched on the side of your bed.

"You okay, Buck?" you whispered gently.

His heart clenched at how weak your voice sounded, hoarse from the hours you'd been asleep. Bucky's fingertips crept over your face, as though his touch might break the illusion of your presence. Maybe he was still asleep and dreaming of your recovery.

"Ace," he sighed.

"It's alright. Everything's going to be okay."

Even when you'd been so close to death, you were still taking care of him.

"Come here." You took his arms and pulled him to your chest. Bucky wrapped himself around you tightly, his face buried in your chest. You felt him take a few shuddering breaths before relaxing into you. The pressure of his body made you feel warm, safe and loved and you couldn't help but wrap your arms across his broad shoulders. One hand caressed the nape of his neck while the other slipped between his tousled brunette locks. Bucky’s breathing and thumping heart rate slowed as you held him closely. And soon he was snoring gently in your embrace.

A small scraping sound of a moving chair drew your attention back to the other man in the room.

"Hey Steve, I know you wanted to talk. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine, Ace. I-"

"Would it be okay if we talk later? I'm still pretty tired."

"Of course." Steve stood from his chair and bent over you, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. "Sleep well."

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confused-android · 8 months

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don't really know where else to put this. I regret that @tiny-little-dot and I talked about being legally / ritually married in a very far off sense. like, it was the plan, and we had cute wedding ideas, but very much a "when the house feels stable, when we have more of a hold on our respective mental health issues" way. and for a year or two it looked like it wasn't going to happen at all, after the ::gestures broadly:: ex debacle, but they and I fixed things while in pandemic isolation and got even closer, and we felt solid and joyful and in love and trusting, but there wasn't any rush to get married, we had forever, we were just at the beginning of being grown-ups together

and like, yes, legally speaking, dealing with a spouse dying is a hell of a lot more paperwork than just my partner dying, but also it feels.... I guess... I guess I wish I could say that my spouse passed away. that I'm a widow. not that I need anyone else to understand the depth of our relationship, but 10 years is such a long time, and just saying "my partner passed" feels like

feels like when we were just calling each other "best friends" and people were like "oh you live with your friend, that's so nice" :) and we'd be like "no you don't understand I love them SO MUCH" and that's one of the reasons that we liked the term queer platonic life partners, because labels are NICE sometimes, it tells people more information about you and your relationships, and adopting "spouse" after their death both feels and would be inaccurate, but I'm upset about it, that I never got that with them, that our relationship never got to advance to that step, and that we never got married and that I'm not their widow, and

idk, it's just another part of this that sucks

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dhdudhdjjdjdjd · 19 days

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If you made it to this blog it means you have an interest in me. Which I would assume it means you want to be friends. Any other reason you have to look at my blog would be really weird (besides donating)

If you saw what I posted before this, no you didn’t.

Anyway I would mutually like to be friends again or for the first time. I am not going to come to you first because if I make another person uncomfortable with my presence or if they’re short with me I am going to have a bad week

No pressure and I don’t want anyone to come to me I don’t know how to change anything I just 🧠

I miss some people a lot

Sensitive topic: my partner has improved beyond anyone’s expectations, and my relationship with my partner has improved beyond what many would expect for the type of relationship we’ve had. We have hit a peak in our relationship and in our mental health that we’ve never reached before. My partner has improved as a person beyond what I would have thought possible in 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, and even 2022. We have spent hours and hours and hours, days worth of hours, talking and understanding, which has helped me get really good at having difficult conversations. I’m not talking about arguments. I don’t know how to start them or approach them, I often don’t want to, but I think I can have them. We understand a lot about what causes our worst behavior and we don’t blame other people for how they think about us or feel about us. We’ve grown a lot. You’re rolling your eyes, you’re disgusted. I’m assuming. But you would probably really like him.

I know you know a lot because of the obvious reasons and in spite of the pain and shame I would like to keep trying because I like you, if we are still friends on Facebook or you aren’t blocked, so long as I don’t hurt people in the process or force them into an uncomfortable situation.

I think some of us are going to feel pain no matter what because life sucks but that could be an assumption and fart big fart huge farts and I fart all the time. I love friendship and people. Life doesn’t just suck.

I will regret writing this but ultimately i do feel and think this way.

I have a problem with being observed and talked about rather than talked to.

I experience resentment but nothing major and it’s not a major part of how I feel overall. I assume that’s true for everyone, idk how much, but I also want to emphasize that assumptions can make people really stupid.

I’m also aware there’s been misinformation spread about me and I don’t know what it is. My partner was told something that wasn’t true about me by someone he went to preschool with but he didn’t want to tell me because it would upset me and stay on my mind. If the person I’ve spent so much time complaining about is considered a valid source of information about me but you can’t have a direct conversation with me about any of it, you might as well never look at my blog again and kick me out of the group chat.

I accuse her of lying. I accuse her of pretending her lies are false assumptions because she was just naive and innocent all along, every time, over and over. She is a weaver of lies. She is a liar. She lies a lot. She is a teller of lies. She tells lies. She says things that aren’t true while knowing they aren’t true. Plausible deniability. She likes having dirt on people. She likes knowing things she can use against people. She uses people. She likes having power over people. She doesn’t want to be aggressive about it. She wants to be as innocent as possible. She also separates people and turns them against each other. This is the impression I got of her from our friendship, in hindsight. I did not think this way until someone told me what she had done to other people. Then everything that happened that confused me made sense. I doubted myself before then, but I was angry. I was angry and doubted myself, but then I got really angry when I knew for sure. She makes me very angry. I crossed this out because FML for another rant I didn’t want to write. I acknowledge that some of this may be wrong, some of what happened was caused by mental illness, but the last time I saw her she said a few things that bothered me again and they fit what I think of her and I think I’m right. But I encourage others to form their own opinions without completely believing either of us.

And the reason I’m saying this is because of what she told someone who told my partner.

So I just spent over 2 hours writing and i don’t feel good about it and whatever. I hope this time wasn’t really wasted.

Anyway. No pressure.

Blah

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babyjakes · 2 years

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wake up so i can love you right.

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summary | when a tragic car accident puts you in a coma shortly after chris breaks up with you, he finds himself crying at your bedside, telling you all the things he wishes he would have before your life was put on the line.

pairing | ex!chris evans x reader

warnings | angst(!), mentions of a horrific car accident, break-up feels, happy ending even tho maybe chris didn’t deserve it o_O

word count | 1,050

requested by @wecanfeelsofarbutsoclose | I got another idea for ya! So the reader and Chris broke up and while Chris is away he finds out from the readers parents that she was in a car accident and Chris drops everything to see them. While there Chris kind of has this whole little speech to himself talking about how special the reader is to him and he begs her to wake up and give him another chance and she does wake up but does she give Chris another chance?

an | hi i love this :’-) thanks for all the wonderful requests!! i am not sure how comas work and from what research i did on them to write this, it seems like people can retain various amounts of information spoken to them while they are in comas so. for the sake of simplicity, just pretend like reader can hear pretty much everything chris says :-)

“Oh my god,” Chris mumbles under his breath as he enters your hospital room, your parents waiting with heartbreak on their faces in the doorway as he rushes over to your bedside.

“We’ll give you some time with her, alone,” your dad says softly as he and your mom close the door behind you, making their way back to the waiting room. Grabbing one of the fold-out chairs from the wall and collapsing it out onto the floor, Chris takes a seat next to you, tears building in his eyes as he takes in your critical state. Even though your parents had described how terrible of a car crash it had been, nothing could prepare him to see you like this.

Tubes and wires connect your arms to machines. A line of oxygen runs under your nose, bandages partially soaked through with blood covering a good portion of your face. Looking at your pale skin, flushed with angry spots of purple and green, Chris really wonders how you even survived at all. “Y/n,” he whispers, reaching out and taking one of your fragile hands in his. “Oh my god. Y/n.”

For a while, Chris sits in silence. He watches the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest, the simple movement bringing him at least a little bit of comfort. And after a good amount of time, though he isn’t even sure if you can hear him, he decides he can’t take the silence anymore. And he begins to speak.

“I didn’t want to leave you,” he begins. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, and though incredibly vulnerable, his words are true. “I know that must be hard to believe, but it’s true.

“I know this is gonna sound stupid — and it is. It was. I just- god, y/n. God, I was so terrified of ruining you. When I met you, I thought you were the purest, sweetest, most darling girl in the world. And as time went on, as we grew closer to each other, I- I realized that you really were; you were just this perfect angel and I was so scared of hurting you, of breaking you. So I left. I freaked out and I left. And god, there isn’t a single thing I regret in this life more than leaving you.”

Taking a moment to suck in a shaky breath, Chris runs his thumb over the back of your cold hand, shaking his head in shame. “I had a lot to figure out about life, and about myself. And I shouldn’t have chosen to hurt you in order to learn those things, y/n. I have no excuse,” he owns. “But I know now,” he whispers. “I know now that I was wrong. I can’t stand being without you, sweetheart. My baby, my doll. My y/n,” his voice cracks through a sob, his words dripping with regret.

As he continues to look over your broken body, reflecting back on his mistakes, waves of sorrow and grief begin washing over him in floods as the tears rolling down his cheeks steady. “Sweetheart,” he chokes, now wrapping both of his hands around yours. “Please, I- I can’t do this, y/n. I can’t be happy in this life without you in it. I-… I love you, baby. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and every moment sense. Even when I-… even when I left you. I did it because I-… I thought that was the best way to love you.”

Squeezing your hand through his tears, Chris swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. “I-… please, y/n. Please. Please wake up so I can love you right.”

And by some strange source of grace, as soon as the heartbroken man finishes his words, your hand begins to twitch inside of his hold. Your eyelashes flutter open and your gaze meets his, his blue eyes full of wonder through the tears. “Ch-Chris?” you stutter, startled by your surroundings and all the sudden pain rushing through your whole body.

“Y/n, baby,” Chris breathes, overwhelmed with relief that you’ve opened your eyes. “Hey, easy, sweetheart.” he murmurs as you begin to fuss slightly, shifting over from his chair to the edge of your bed, taking both of your hands and trying to help you calm down.

“Is-… wh-what-… where am I? What-… why are you… why does it-… it hurts,” you whimper at the throbbing pains scattered throughout your shaking form.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, y/n,” Chris coos, reaching out and stroking your hair. “Take some deep breaths, baby. You’re okay; you’re in the hospital. You-… there was an accident,” he says, not sure of what all he should disclose.

“An accident? I- wh-why are you here?” you ask, your voice falling to a mere hush. Chris’s eyes grow wide as you look up at him, hurt and wariness lingering in your gaze. “I-… I heard you. When I was asleep… I heard you talking. I… I thought it… I didn’t know if it was real,” you admit.

“It was real, sweetheart,” Chris promises, locking his gaze with yours. “I came as soon as I heard, y/n. And I… I meant what I said. Every word of it. I didn’t know if you could hear me but I… I wanted to say it, anyway. Just in case.”

“You broke my heart,” you whisper, your gaze falling to your lap as Chris’s heart breaks all over again in his chest.

“Honey, I-…” his voice trails off into the silence of the room as you keep your eyes down, unable to look at him. “I know,” he finally finishes. “And I’m sorry. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, sweetheart. There aren’t words for it; there just aren’t. But I- I promise you, y/n. If you let me love you again, I’ll do it right this time.”

You take a deep breath, ultimately unable to deny your feelings for him, the man who you’ve loved so much all along, even through all the hell he caused. “Okay,” you whisper. Chris breathes a sigh of relief, gently wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you on the side of your head. “P-please don’t ever leave me again,” you beg. “That’s the only way you could ever really hurt me.”

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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I’ve been waiting for your requests to open and they finally are! Could I request a Melina x reader where they live together on her farm. They’re in a relationship but when Alexei comes back with Nat and Yelena, Melina goes back to him. Reader leaves them be but still helps in taking down the redroom but dies in the process and basically it’s just a lot of angst, regret on Melina’s part and a lot of grief. I really feel like crying today and I was inspired by the Wanda x reader with Vision but I really need a not happy ending. Thank you very much 🥰

I'm not ready to say goodbye

Warnings: Main character death, emotional dependence, depression, suicidal thoughts and therefore 18+ only, Love triangles, angst, Yelena is a great comedian

Word count: 3.4 K

Pairing: Melina Vostokoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Despite having a beautiful relationship, the arrival of Alexei makes Melina have mixed feelings about her past relationship.

Reader made a promise that she plans to keep, regardless if Melina stopped loving her.

Requests: OPEN

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IMPORTANT WARNING: If you or your partner have any of the attitudes that the reader takes,tt is important that you see a mental health specialist. Emotional dependency is NOT a game

"It's strange, isn't it?"

"The fact that?"

"The fact that, we were what we were, and yet here we are… you and I, enjoying our lives, while you try to educate those disgusting pigs, and I, try to pass my knowledge of chemistry at the local university

Mel put her weight on her forearms, so she could get up a little and be able to stare at me, while I was still lying down and playing with her long locks.

"Hey, don't tell Alexei that he's disgusting, he'll be offended" I playfully hit her shoulder, causing the brunette to lie down again, while we both gave each other a smile "In spite of everything, I thank the Red Room for the simple fact of having met you” she gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek

"I think we agree on something, Кролик девочка, I appreciate that, thanks to that torture, I met my perfect doll" I licked her cheek

"You suck Y/N" she wiped her cheek with a quick movement

"You can't say anything, not when you're working with pigs!"

“Even they are cleaner than you”

“Ouch”

“Honey, we better go to sleep, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow”

"I'll sleep, but on one condition"

"Which?"

"Give me a kiss"

Melina quickly began to distribute small and loud kisses all over my face, until it culminated in a much longer and more sensual kiss on my lips.

"These and those you want, my life"

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"Miss Y/L/N" the secretary of the university interrupted in my classroom, making us all turn to look at her

"Yes Rachel?"

“Your wife is looking for you in your office. She says it's urgent."

"Thank you very much for notifying me, Rachel" the blonde left the room, so I turned to look at the students "well, guys, the class will have to end a little earlier than expected, but remember that you already have a pending task"

The guys didn't even wait for me to finish speaking, when they quickly put their things away and left.

Without running, I quickly but discreetly walked towards my office, only to find a distraught Melina pacing my office.

"What happen dear?"

"Alexei escaped from prison and is with Yelena and Natasha"

"And how do you know that?"

“In New York there is a lot of talk about the retirement of the Avengers, while Dreykov informed me of the disappearance of Yelena, and the perfect escape of Alexei”

"And that should concern us, why…?"

“What if they try to find me? You and I would be discovered, or worse, the same room. Это может навредить нам…”

The brunette started to ramble, while having a small anxiety attack, so I carefully put my hands on her cheeks, to make her beautiful eyes look directly at me.

“First, I think it would be very unlikely that they would want to look for you, second, I think you are exaggerating, baby, I don't see such extraordinary reasons to put you in this state; And lastly, if any of your assumptions prove true, I will protect you.”

I felt how her body, despite not being completely relaxed, began to give in to my thumbs tenderly caressing her cheeks, while giving me a slightly crooked smile.

"Of course, you're right" she smiled at me adorably, and gave me a small kiss on my lips

"Of course, I'm always right"

———————————————————————————

No, I wasn't right this time.

A week ago, Alexei , Natasha and Yelena had come to our humble cabin, making Melina act completely strange. I understand, I was seeing her, 'daughters' and her… whatever Alexei was.

But even so, I found it strange that Melina along with Alexei seemed to want to ignore me, while Yelena and Natasha herself, were very nice to me, despite their circumstances for which they came here. In fact, even the girls themselves had noticed the almost uncanny closeness between their 'parents'.

So one day when Alexei and the girls were out, I set out to talk to Melina. While she was working on her tablet right in the dining room, with a loud noise I sat next to her, to notify her of my presence.

No, I wasn't right this time.

A week ago, Alexei , Natasha and Yelena had come to our humble cabin, making Melina act completely strange. I understand, I was seeing his, 'daughters' and his... whatever Alexei was.

So, one day both Alexei and the girls went out to talk to Melina. While she was working on her tablet right in the dining room, with a loud noise I sat down next to her, to let her know of my presence.

"What the hell is wrong with you Melina?"

The use of his last name let him know that he was serious.

"With me?, nothing happens" his voice stuttered a little

"Do you know that to be a spy you lie terribly?" She only looked at me out of the corner of her eye, making me notice her discomfort.

“I think I still love Alexei” he whispered, so much so that I didn't understand him.

"what?"

"I think I'm still in love with Alexei" she whispered again

"Melina, stop fooling around"

“I am in love with Alexei”

The mere fact of hearing that phrase made my heart break, I felt how I was short of air, how an almost harmful heat settled on my neck, how my limbs trembled, and how my eyes began to fill with tears.

“Wh…what?

“I'm sorry, Y/N” she had also started to tear up “but, I can't compare how I feel about you and how I feel about him; he was very important…” I couldn't even hear her speech, my ears were completely covered, trying to analyze, when it was the exact moment Melina realized that Alexei still had her heart. Until she said, what she feared the most. "Sorry, Y/N, ours, it can't be"

"No Melina, please" now that my crying had become much louder, I tried to take her arm, but she moved it away with a slight movement

“I'm sorry, Y/N. I really didn't want things to end like this."

“No, Lina, please, don't leave me” I took her arm tightly, hugging her, while staining her shirt with tears “do you want me to change? I swear I can change; But please don't leave me. Melina, without you, I'm going to die. Please"

I was so involved in begging for some affection, that I didn't realize that they had returned, Alexei, knowing why I was crying, preferred to leave the scene, while Natasha looked disapprovingly at the brunette, Yelena just looked at me with pity

"Y/N, please" Melina also had tears on her cheeks, but carefully, she tried to erase them with her free hand "I just need you to understand me"

“How do you expect me to understand you?” Natasha scolded her

"This is none of your business" Melina countered.

"It is, when she's been nothing but enjoyable and nice to us, not to mention having to put up with your fucking shit for years."

"NATASHA!"

I stopped listening to their fight, my panic made my ears close, leaving me alone, along with my terrible thoughts

———————————————————————————

Natasha was able to find me a small place to live, near the center of St. Petersburg. Because even though the last thing I wanted was to be separated from Melina, seeing her interacting with Alexei made my heart break a little more.

I hadn't left the apartment in days, my food was running low, I hadn't taken a shower in days, I barely had the strength to cook anything other than a sandwich, but who the fuck cares? The only person I cared about stopped caring, so who cares?

Hopefully I had the willpower to take a little shower, but I always had the same problem, the mirror.

The mirror and I had been bitter enemies for years, but when Melina was by my side, my reflection didn't bother me; if she told me I was beautiful, I looked beautiful, but now that she was gone, I only saw my worst flaws.

My body was thin enough for people to think I was sick, not counting its multiple scars, abuse marks and deep torture, my dark circles only made evident my lack of sleep, my huge nose.

Every day I looked in the mirror, it made me want to cry even more; Sure, how did I expect Melina to stay with me, if I'm the ugliest woman?

Almost always, when I looked at a mirror, I tried to run as far away from it as possible, so this time I thought it would be a good idea to go to a place too far from me, in the center of the city.

So, not caring about my wet hair, I just put on some jeans, a simple t-shirt, a sweatshirt, and some sneakers. I took the little keys, a little money, and I got out of those damn walls.

Melina had always said that going to the city was a great danger, we were an easy target for the red room, so being here, without Melina's protection, while breaking her rules, made me feel strange, like a little girl who disobeyed her mother, and now she is lost, unable to return home.

Despite that, as soon as I saw the faces of the people, their kindness, and their beautiful smiles, I began to walk a little more calmly; buying a little organic jam, and the occasional crossword booklet, which helped me calm down.

Suddenly, I heard a big commotion, people looked up, pointing their finger to a specific place, while keeping their big mouth open; the dogs began to bark, the children hid in their mothers' petticoats, while the adults began to tense up.

The noise of engines began to reach my ears, which made me look up, only to notice, at least 3 aircraft were above the sky of St. Petersburg. 3 airships that I could recognize as belonging to no one but Dreykov, to the red room.

The beating of my heart began to resound in my ears, a tremendous desire to vomit settled in my throat, and my legs began to tremble; they had found me, Dreykov had found me, and now he wanted me to return to him.

I dropped my few purchases, and began to run, causing the other inhabitants to start looking away from the sky, only to land on the crazy girl who had started running, as if they were chasing her.

I hadn't realized that I had run far enough, until I recognized the place where I was, it was near my old home, just a few kilometers from Melina.

I was so focused on running, and hoping to get a look at Melina, that I didn't realize that I had collided with some other moving body, not only making me stop running, but even making me fall off my feet. face to face and bounce a bit

"What the hell?"

"Y/N?"

"Yelena? What's wrong? Why are you running?"

"Why do you run?"

“I saw that the red room is here, just as I had gone out into the city; I got scared, so I started running to... nowhere. Have you already seen it? Are you okay?

“In fact, the room… they were captured. I had had an argument with them, so I hid, so much so that they couldn't find me” the blonde started to sob, so I carefully ran my hand up her arm, giving her elbow a squeeze “Natasha is supposed to and I were going to destroy it together, but now that they have it, I don't know what to do. She is the one who knew what to do, I was only going to support her, but... I can't do it by myself."

"Hey, of course you're not alone, am I painted?"

She looked at me with confusion in her eyes, trying to analyze my words.

“Oh Y/N, you don't have to help me. Trust me, you just have to stay hidden. You already have a life after being a widow, why fight?"

“I made a promise to Melina. I promised that I would love and protect her all the days of my life, until my last breath.

We both started to walk to Melina's cabin, because, if someone was ready with a weapon to take down the bad guys, that would be Melina.

“Are you going to help mama Melina despite what she did to you?” asked Yelena incredulously

“Дорогой, I, NEVER, break my promises”

———————————————————————————

Entering the building was not easy at all, especially knowing that they had separated the family members into 2 completely different sections; So, while Yelena rescued Melina and Alexei and helped us free the widows, I tried to rescue Natasha and help her bring down Dreykov.

Yelena was apparently already halfway through her mission along with Lina and Alexei, while I had barely found the Avenger.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"Same as you, make Dreykov burn in hell" carefully, I released her wrists from the manacles that held her captive "so what's the plan, avenger?"

“We have to take Dreyvok to the west wing, there is an emergency bomb there, if we activate it and leave it long enough to disable its escape, we will end not only the mastermind, but also the main building. The women of the world will be able to be in peace”

“Okay, that last one was heard too much from Captain America, I think you've been hanging out with him for a long time. But, it's a great idea. Come on, your sister is already with Lina and with Alexei”

"Come on, before he gets to us"

We both started running from the wing on the east side, to the middle of the building and just as we were going to start moving towards the west side, we ran into some agitated Alexei , Melina and Yelena.

“Do you have Dreykov behind you yet?” Yelena asked

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Melina asked

“Trying to win you back, oh, and I'm also baking a delicious chocolate cake. What do you think I'm doing? I'm saving the world's ass."

"The world has no ass, but…" Yelena began to ramble

"I'm serious, Y/N" Melina interrupted "You shouldn't be here, I'll help you get out of here, you don't owe anything to me or anyone here, you should be trying to rebuild your life"

"Listen to me" carefully, I took her cheeks, making her forehead collide with mine; our eyes closed just enjoying the contact of the other and her smell “years ago I promised you that no matter the circumstances I would protect you, even if it put me at risk. And you know, I'm a woman of my word" I opened my eyes, giving her a quick, but meaningful kiss on her nose, moving away quickly to take Natasha's arm "Let's go, we still have to kill an asshole"

I didn't give Melina enough time to respond, when Natasha and I had started running again.

———————————————————————————

Natasha and I had been giving Dreyvok a few good hits, leaving him less time for the bomb to explode, the only thing we didn't know is that, the helipad was less than 5 minutes from this room, 6 minutes was enough for the escape, but we needed at least 8.

With a strong blow, Natasha had sent him to the ground, while he had a hard time getting back up.

I turned my head to look at the clock, seeing that it was 9 minutes before the explosion, I forcefully turned Natasha's body and pushed her to the door.

"Leave away!"

"Y/N, we can't leave, he will leave"

“Not if I stay”

"No, I won't let you stay"

"It's not a question" I took her wrist tightly, forcing her to look me in the eyes "you have 2 families waiting for you at home, I have nothing, I have no one to wait for me after this... just go away"

I released her, only for Dreykov 's arms to tighten around my neck, trying to suffocate me, but with a quick movement I loosened his grip and went back to fight him.

"Y/N!"

"Just go away!" Natasha, with tears in her eyes, turned to open the door and run, but before she could do so, she spoke, despite being now on top of Dreykov "Natasha!" she came back just to look at me "Tell Melina to always love her, with every fiber of my being"

Without further ado, the redhead ran out of my sight.

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Narrate Melina

"Where are you going?" Alexei asked as he poured himself another drink.

"I'm going to do what I had planned for months"

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

“No, I need to do this by myself”

He simply respected my request, and let me out. So, I got into the truck I had obtained, and carefully, I started driving to the municipal cemetery.

Already there, I bought two bouquets of flowers, which combined white carnations with some pink, and others red.

Entering the large lot, I was quickly able to find the tombstone that I had so much trouble looking at, the name 'Natasha Romanoff ' was surrounded by flowers, love, admiration and gratitude, while the tombstone next to her seemed almost empty, without love, without someone who could mourn her loss, no one, except me, who every day, felt emptier without her.

I carefully placed their respective bouquet of flowers, adorning the name of my beautiful 'Y/N Y/L/N'

“Hello, my love” I greeted, trying to swallow my tears “I know it's been a while since I didn't come to greet you, even though I had visited my малышка ” I carefully traced her name carved in stone “but, you have to understand me, it is not easy to know that the love of my life is buried 5 meters under the ground. I'm not ready to say goodbye”

I was completely silent, not knowing what to do, why the hell was I talking to a piece of stone and earth as if they were Y/N? Who am I kidding? Y/N left, left and everything was my damn fault.

Y/N was stubborn, like a damn mule, but if I had begged her to stay in St. Petersburg, she would have, but she didn't even give me time to ask, much less say goodbye

"What are you doing here?"

"I just came to think" the other person sat next to me, while I rested my head on her shoulder "Did you come to see Natasha?"

"Actually, I came to see Y/N" the person left a bouquet of sunflowers, and a small pinwheel that had a happy face in the center "You know, I didn't know her at all, but she helped us, she was very nice with you , despite what happened… she took care of my mom for years”

I started to cry in a more violent way, she took care of me for decades, and how do I repay her? Letting her go for someone who doesn't make me feel a tenth of what she made me feel.

“Sometimes I feel that life has no meaning without her, sometimes I feel that the one who should have died was me, not her, not my маленький цветок”

"Mom, don't say that, she wouldn't like to know what you think… she knew you had us, Natasha and me, and even though Natasha is gone, Fanny and I will always be good company" she said blonde gave me a sad smile, making me do the same

"You are always welcome, my girls" I got up to kiss her cheek

"Okay, let's go, let's do some Pelmenis in honor of Y/N and Natasha."

The blonde forced me to get up, and hugged me from the side, while we walked slowly

"Only without Fanny does not rub in my pants, I do not want it full of hair"

“We promise nothing”

Before I got in the car, I took one last look at Y/N's headstone, now showing that there were people she had marked, that we would carry a part of her with us forever, people that loved her.

'My love, I loved you, I love you and I will love you, forever and ever; until my last breath. I will miss you'

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Кролик девочка - Bunny girl

Это может навредить нам… - can hurt us…

Дорогой - darling

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мой маленький цветок - my little flower

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Four

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summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, discussion of previous sexual relationships with older men (big age gaps), kink talks, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), fingering, 69ing... its really dirty i hope i got it all

word count: 3.8k

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Four | Masterlist

Waking up beside Spencer is an absolute blessing, he is the most tender and loving man in the whole world and she’s never going to get enough of him. He snuggles so tight, he holds her just right and he’s just big enough that she fits against him like she’s always supposed to have been there.

Her alarm goes off at 10:30 and he doesn’t even budge, she struggles to get out of his grasp to turn it off before he just pulls her right back in.

“I could get used to this,” she coo’s as she relaxes back into his embrace.

He kisses the back of her neck and one of his hands cups her breast. He runs his nose along her skin as he takes it all in, “I can come back every night.”

“Okay,” she smiles at the thought. “Are you coming with me to Brookfield today?”

He hums, “I have something to pick up first but I’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Do you want to meet Craig?” She asks nervously, knowing he knows.

“I’m not sure,” he’s honest. “It’s weird thinking he’s slept with you and he has a thing for my mother.”

“As weird as it was, I don’t regret it, he was really lonely after Patsy died and hadn’t slept with anyone in years,” she explains it again to him, it’s easier than the first time.

“I’m not judging you,” he whispers before kissing her again.

“I know,” she rolls over while still in his grip, pressing her chest against his and kissing him quickly before remembering her own rule, “pretend it’s still dark out.”

He laughs, “was he at least good to you?”

“Are you really asking me if the old man I fucked was good in bed?” She rolls her eyes with a laugh, “it was fine, I was used to just laying there and taking it back then.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for her past experiences knowing he can change them and that she's content with them, “can I make it up to you?”

“It's not my birthday,” she teases him once more.

“Then why are you in your birthday suit?” He kisses her neck as her back arches, giving him the access to do whatever he pleased.

This was her favourite part of sleeping with him, he was handsy and he kissed everywhere. He was so tentative, he was gentile and sensual and she loved him. The way he kissed her body, his hands on her back as she arched, grinding against him as his leg slipped between hers.

“Daddy?” She’s already breathless as she anticipates whatever he’s going to do to her.

He hums, “what baby?”

“Can we try something?” She looks at him with puppy dog eyes, wanting more of him and knowing exactly how to get it.

“What?” He looks from her eyes to her lips and back.

She smirks, “lay back?”

He does as she asks and she makes a quick move to straddle him, reverse cowgirl, and it makes him gasp. He hooks his arms under her legs and pulls her hips towards his face as she grips his cock at the base.

She’s never done this before, excited to finally experience her two favourite things at once, with her favourite person. Taking him in one go down her throat as far as she can, he moans against her thigh as he works his way towards her dripping core.

He pulls her in closer, burying his tongue inside of her as she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, stroking what doesn’t fit in her mouth. She moans around him as he sucks her clit into his mouth. When he slides a finger into her, she gasps as she runs her tongue along the shaft, “more please, daddy?”

He adds a second finger and curls it with each thrust, she strokes him in time with his fingers rubbing her tongue on the slit, pushing him closer and closer and closer until he’s moaning into her cunt as he finger fucks her relentlessly.

She cums on his face with a quake, her whole body shaking as she sucks one of his balls into her mouth and keeps jerking him. He cums over her hand then, finally releasing her clit from his mouth, they both sigh as they come down from their highs.

She rolls off him, feet on her pillow and hand cupping her own breast as she tries to catch her breath, “yeah, I can get used to waking up next to you.”

—

“Bullshit!”

Y/N reaches for the apparent 3 4’s that Craig dropped in the pile, filling them to see he was indeed truthful and handing them to Diana. “You’re slacking today.”

“I do so much better when I don’t know who he is,” Diana smirks as she takes the cards.

“Speaking of,” she smiles to herself as she looks through her own cards, “your son, Spencer, is coming to see you today.”

“How do you know that?”

“I might be dating Spencer,” she scrunches her face in anticipation of her reaction.

“Really?”

She nods, a smile building on her face as she starts to feel a bit flustered, “yeah, I met him last year and we’ve been friends for a while but it’s getting serious, so I thought I’d tell you.”

She’s quiet as she thinks about it and Y/N’s anxiety goes to full blast, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Diana asks.

“For not telling you and pretending I don’t know him,” she's quick with her response. “He knows we know each other from your notes but we didn’t talk about it until last night, I feel so bad keeping that from you but I've known him the whole time.”

“I was going to introduce you to each other in the hopes you would take care of him, you’re wonderful and he needs someone who he doesn’t have to look after. I’ve thought you would be good for him for quite a while actually,” Diana compliments her with a smile. “Try calling bullshit on that.”

It makes her laugh, leaning over into Diana’s space as she wrapped her arms around Y/N, “well as good as I am to him, he’s even better to me.”

Holding Diana was nice, she missed her moms so much that it was a good substitute until she saw her own again.

“How did you meet?”

Y/N pulls back with a stutter, “uh, well we met online actually and he took me to dinner and we got to talking and we’ve been really good friends for a while, he uh, he’s the reason I’m getting my book published.”

“Really?” She blinks a few times the way Spencer does when he tries to absorb information.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew her son had money and he was a lot older than her and that meeting on the internet isn’t as innocent as it sounds.

“He’s my best friend.”

She smiles again, “that’s the key to a successful relationship.”

Craig was quiet the whole time, staring at his cards and drinking his water while they talked. “For what it’s worth,” he adds, “I think he’s lucky to have you, you’re a good woman.”

Y/N’s so busy looking at Craig with a smile that she doesn’t notice Spencer walk-in or the way Diana gleams at him. He walks up behind her and rests his chin on her shoulder, “Hey, pretty woman.”

She jumps slightly before laughing, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek quickly, “hey mom,” he makes his way from Y/N to Diana.

Hugging her quickly before coming to sit beside Y/N again, he notices Craig too and waves, “nice to meet you as well, sir.”

She analyzes his face as he looks at Craig, worried that he’s going to go full alpha male and start a fight or something crazy like her old boyfriends would. But he smiles and he’s calm, he holds her hand and they play another few rounds of cards and it's like they’ve all been friends for years.

Visiting hours are about to come to an end when Spencer finally brings it up, “how would you feel if I moved to LA for a little while?”

She’s really confused, “are you getting a transfer at work?”

“No, Y/N has a job offer and I’d like to go with her,” he’s honest with his mom, it’s easier than with anyone else. “I’ll travel here whenever you need me, and once a week just to say hello.”

“Or I can finally go back to Vegas,” she says it like she’s been thinking about it for a while. “I miss my friends and my sister, Spencer.”

“And I’m thinking about moving there as well so my pneumonia isn’t as bad this winter,” Craig adds, sitting closer to Diana than before and taking her hand.

Spencer looks very uncomfortable and Y/N can feel it radiating off him, “my moms are also in Vegas, it would be nice for all of you to be close.”

“I think that would be nice,” Spencer agrees, “and then we can just take a short trip to Vegas once a week to visit with you.”

“That would be lovely,” Diana smiles, “even on my bad days I don’t forget who Craig is to me, I know he’s my best friend in here and I’m really glad you’re comfortable with this.”

Spencer smiles, it’s awkward for him to know everything that he knows, and by the way Craig looks at him, he knows Spencer knows.

“Please, just take care of her,” is all Spencer has to say to him. “I’ve already been to prison once.”

“Spencer,” Diana scolds him while trying not to laugh at the absurdity.

“I’m kidding,” he smiles, “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“It’s only taken us 30 years,” she reaches out a hand for Spencers, “but we did it.”

It’s a beautiful moment that Y/N gets to witness, she holds a hand to her heart as Spencer wraps his arms around his mom. She was doing amazing, she was happy and even happier that Spencer was happy.

“We did it,” Spencer agrees, holding her close, always a mama’s boy at heart.

—

They stop at his apartment on the way home, he needed some things for the next 2 days and his suitcase for this weekend. His apartment was always so dark and cold, the green was beautiful but it was far too sad. It didn’t feel like Spencer, it didn’t have his energy or personality, it was just a few walls and a bunch of books.

She sits on his couch and touches her necklace, remembering when he gave it to her and how she thanked him. He was rummaging around in his room without her, leaving her with time to just think about sucking him off on this couch, being between his legs, the feeling of him in her mouth, knowing she already had him this morning but she still wants him again.

She gets up from her seat and walks into his bedroom, pushing him up against the wall, he’s a little startled but he smirks, “what?”

“Is there a word for ravenous for dick?” She teases.

“Horny,” he responds with a giggle, “ovulating? Frustrated, deprived, desperate... slut.”

“I like the last 2 together.”

“What else do you like?” He whispers as she leans in to brush their noses together, “we’ve never discussed your needs, you’ve always just asked about mine, but this isn’t all about me.”

“It was when you were paying me,” she rationalizes, “I’m pretty basic, I’ll try anything once.”

“But what do you like the most?”

“You,” she’s honest. “How big you are for one, the fact you can just throw me around like a rag doll if you wanted… I like your hands, and your mouth and I like how you talk, I like how sweet you are, I like how we could do the dirtiest fucking things in the whole world with each other. I like that we could do the roughest, kinkiest and most intense scenes and yet I’m completely safe with you.”

He swallows and his Adam's apple bobs right in her view, she can’t help herself from kissing his neck, licking along the pulse point before sucking a deep purple mark into his skin, “what do you like besides me?”

“Praise,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

“Mild degradation,” she kisses his neck again and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Spanking, raw missionary and messy kisses,” every new thing comes with a kiss as her hands reach down to palm him through his slacks, “pleasing my partner, knowing you get off to me, watching, being watched, belonging to you.”

He takes her chin in his hands and makes her look up at him, “in what sense?”

“Mark me, claim me, breed me,” she whispers and his eyes darken, she swears there is a growl that leaves his throat.

“I want everyone to know I’m yours, show everyone who I belong to, let everyone know only you can please me and show them that no one is better for me than my daddy.”

“You’re evil saying all this knowing I'm not going to fuck you yet,” his voice has never been this low, his eyes are black and the grip he has on her is so tight it makes her gasp.

“You asked,” she smirks, “and if you expect me to be an obedient little submissive, you’re very wrong. "

He gulps and the mood changes very quickly.

"I’m a brat and I’m a switch, and I have more control here than you do.” She tightens her grip around his cock and he whimpers, “that’s what I thought.”

She undoes his button and takes him out, licking her palm while making eye contact with him, she then wraps her hand around him and pumps up and down his shaft. Gathering his precum that’s collected from simply listening to her, his hand on her chin had made its way into her hair and his other grips her hip tighter than ever before.

“I want to fuck all day long,” she whispers, leaning in more and brushing her bottom lip against his, “I want you to come and find me when you’re bored and just bend me over and take me, I want to just sit on your lap while to read and ride you, I want to fall asleep with you deep inside me and wake up full of your cum.”

He tosses his head back against the wall, groaning as she slows her movements. She drags her hand up, squeezing at the head as he thrusts back into her hand, all she can think about is how good it’s going to be when he’s pushing inside of her, not just in her fist.

“Does it feel good, daddy?” She teases him again, “are you thinking about my tight little pussy? Hmm?”

“Gonna cum,” he whispers.

“I don’t think that's how you ask.”

His hips sputter as he fucks her hand, “please, mommy?”

It’s so unexpectedly hot she clenches around nothing, aching for him with how horny she is, she drops to the floor, wrapping her mouth around the head, he cums within seconds. She pumps every last drop onto her tongue before standing and connecting their mouths once more, swapping his cum back into his own mouth, but he doesn’t swallow.

He simply picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, pulling her jeans and panties down and off one leg to expose her dripping pussy. He lifts her hips and spreads her open, running a finger over her clit before spitting his own cum into her.

It’s such a sight, she gasps at the feeling. It’s so hot and wet and then he’s pushing it in with two fingers and fucking them into her. Rubbing her clit at the same time, she cums by surprise, it’s so intense all she can do is grip her breasts and wrap her legs around him for support. She trembles, moaning and whining as he keeps going, curling his fingers just right to rub her g-spot and keep the sensation roaring as long as she lets him.

She lives in the feeling as long as possible before it starts to get to be too much, “okay,” she’s breathless and exhausted, lying there with her eyes closed when he pulls his fingers out of her, falling asleep from how relaxed her whole body is.

—

Spencer was in her bathroom brushing his teeth for the night while she slipped into her PJs.

She felt giddy, like a kid on Christmas Eve, thinking about how exciting tomorrow would be that the prospect of sleeping seemed almost impossible. She couldn’t wait to hold him and snuggle him and feel the way he kisses her shoulder when he rolls over. She loves him so much that sleeping beside him is almost more important to her than anything else they do together.

Because when he sleeps, his guard is down. When he sleeps beside someone, it’s because he’s truly and fully safe with them. He’s told her about all the people he’s slept with, how many of them didn’t stay the night and how many he’s walked out on. She knows he’s not a fan of sleepovers from his childhood and he’s never been in a long-term relationship to even consider sharing a bed with someone before her.

In the beginning, he didn’t want to sleep beside her because he knew he’d catch feelings, she understood and so they bought a pull-out couch for her apartment. He would sleep in her living room and she would lay awake in her bed thinking about how much better it would be if she could cuddle with him until she drifted off to sleep.

She crawls into her bed and watches the bathroom door as she rubs hand lotion into her skin, hoping he actually comes back to her like he promised and doesn’t retreat to the living room. She smiles at him when the door opens and his sight goes right to her wrists as she smoothes the lotion over her skin.

“I forgot to give you your present today,” he gasps and rushes to his suit jacket in the closet.

He comes back to bed with another box, “how much jewellery are you going to buy me?”

“Two more of the gifts are jewellery,” he smiles as he opens the box for her.

It’s a silver bracelet with diamonds and Rubys in a heart shape, like the necklace in pretty woman turned into a bracelet. It’s so pretty she doesn’t know how to react, “you’re crazy, you know that?”

He nods with a smile, “crazy for you.”

“Don’t,” she raises her brows with her pointer finger raised, shushing him. “You know what being all lovey-dovey does to me, and I'm tired.”

It makes him laugh, “I’m just going to leave this on the dresser.”

She takes it from him and stops him from getting up, “no, I’ll just leave it on here, just get into bed, please?” She moves it to her night table and pulls the sheets back so he can get into bed with her. She turns off the lamp on her night table and watches him lay back on his side of the bed.

She snuggles into his chest and places her face in the crook of his neck. Holding him as close as humanly possible, he smells like home and safety.

“I love you so much, Spencer,” she whispers it, feeling very needy and emotional and she has no idea why.

He simply kisses the top of her head while soothing his hand over her back, “I love you just as much, Y/N.”

It was rare for them to use each other's real names, so much of their time together was spent in silence but when it wasn’t, they referred to each other with a long list of different pet names. It made it less personal, it kept their real lives separate and created a world where they just existed with each other.

A world where he wasn’t Spencer Reid with 3 PH.D.s, a drug problem and a sick mother. When he was with her he was just a guy who liked to explore. He was her buddy who took her to museums and concerts, he was her daddy who held her hand when they walked to the park together to play chess, he was her sweetheart on nights when he cried and needed some love.

Tonight he’s just Spencer.

He’s everything he’s been before and nothing like his old self all at the same time. He’s constantly having a breakthrough, he’s broken through ceilings of grief and trauma, grown past the names he’s been called and adjusted to the fact this is how his life is and he's not as evil as he thinks he is.

He’s happy and content. He’s so much different now than how he was when she met him and while he likes to thank her for that, he always had the power to get here. It was a long road to recovery, he just happened upon her on the path and brought her along for the journey and now she’s never going to leave him.

“Are you crying?” He asks, bringing her back to reality to notice that yes, she is indeed crying.

She nods and sniffles, wiping her tears with his t-shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Hey,” he pets her hair and waits for her to look up at him. “What do you say when I apologize for crying?”

“Don’t apologize, your feelings are important to feel so you can move past them,” she whispers the mantra her parents raised her on, something that really helped him.

“I'm not crying because I’m hurting,” she whispers. “I’m crying because you’re not anymore.”

“What?”

She realizes it comes out weird, “I’m proud of you, and I’m happy that I get to love you now.”

“How long have you loved me?” There’s a small sadness in his voice like he wishes he could have moved faster for her.

“Since you told me you’d help me get my book published just for going to museums with you,” she whispers, “because you saw me as talented and worthy of greatness and you wanted to help me succeed instead of wanting to pay me to suck your dick in a more legal way.”

“I was in it for a friend,” he’s said it before, “it was easier to pay someone to hang out with me than stumble across someone who would understand me this well.”

“I can’t imagine you just going to a park and striking up conversations with someone,” she laughs, “I think it was just meant to happen like this.”

He sighs, “I’d do it again.”

“What?” She’s too tired and sad to follow his train of thought.

“I’d go through all the pain and trauma again, exactly the same way if it brings me right back here. Right to you.”

She pulls back from his neck and connects her lips to his faster than ever before, kissing him deeply as she cries again.

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips between kisses, he whispers it right back.

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the night before — sebastian stan

sebastian stan x fem!reader

word count: 2,644 words

summary: you were invited to your ex’s wedding and despite all logical reasoning, you decided to go. now it’s the night before the wedding and you’re in the same night club with your ex. time to make some more mistakes.

warnings: angst, crying, cheating, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex.

a/n: i am going to make a part two because i want to explore this more. also, thank you so much for almost 500 notes on my first one shot! enjoy :)

The love of your life was getting married and it wasn’t to you. When you heard the news, you laughed out loud, a bit too loud for being in a quaint cafe. You thought that the girl Sebastian was dating was going to be nothing more than a rebound from you, even when you heard the news that they were engaged, you thought that it wasn’t serious. But now it’s the day before their wedding and you’re pretty sure she’s not a rebound anymore.

You wish you didn’t know what day the wedding was, but you did because you were invited. Sebastian invited you. What kind of asshole would do something like that? You know he saw it as taking the high road, being a bigger person, but it just came off as a pretentious douche bag move to show that he could be happy too. Without you. And how did this get past his fiance, Lauren? Did she want you to come?

You planned on not attending because why the fuck would you want to go? But then your friend, Emerson, talked you into it. “It’s in Hawaii,” “It’ll show him that you can still be friends,” “Rub it in their faces that you don’t care anymore.” They were all very shitty reasonings but you were drunk when you RSVP’d and even drunker when you booked the plane ticket. You had been drinking a lot in the weeks leading up to the wedding, it was the only thing that made all the nerves go away. You promised yourself that you would stop drinking so much after they were married and you intended on keeping that promise.

You had been trying your best to stay as far away from Sebastian as possible in the three-day period leading up to the wedding. It had been working well so far, until tonight. You and Emerson decided to go to a nightclub away from the resort you were staying at because you heard that that’s where the bachelor party was being held. Much to your surprise, that was false information. Now you’re starring at Sebastian from across the room with eyes wide and a jaw down to the floor.

“I thought you said they were gonna be at the resort!” You yelled at Emerson over the loud music.

“That’s what the bridesmaids told me,” she defended. “But it doesn’t even matter, we came out to have a good night. Fuck him! You can be nice tomorrow.”

You quickly started to regret every single one of your decisions you had made in the past three months. Accepting the invitation, booking the plane ticket, and leaving your hotel room tonight. You knew you shouldn’t be here but you were and you hated it.

“This was a mistake. I’m booking a plane ticket and I’m going back home. Tonight.”

“What?! You can’t do that.”

“The hell I can’t.” You grabbed your phone from your purse only to get it grabbed from your hand and shoved into Emerson’s pocket. “What the hell!”

“You’re not just going to leave.”

“Why not?”

“It’s been two years, y/n. You have been telling me that you’re finally over him for a year, that’s why we’re even here, right? Because you’re over him?”

You took in a shaky breath. No, you weren’t over him. You knew you should be, but you weren’t. You thought seeing him say “I do” would force you into moving on, finally letting him go. Now, you wanted to slap yourself for being so stupid.

“Yes,” you lie despite yourself.

“Good, so let’s go get you a drink and a hot piece of ass! And in the morning we’re going to watch as he gets married and you’re going to finally let go of him, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod.

You had to get over him, it had been two years. This was the way to do it. You would force yourself to let him go and be happy. That would make you happy … right?

You and Emerson walked to the bar, ordering shot after shot until you were dizzy. Then you ordered a long island ice tea which you did not need. After you basically chugged the drink, you made your way to the dance floor.

You changed from grinding on Emerson to random individuals and you couldn’t have cared less. Everything about tomorrow and moving on left your mind completely. Right now you were living in the moment, something you were always working to do. You could tell that the individual dancing behind you hadn’t switched for four songs, so you decided to turn around. You were hoping for it to be someone cute and nice. Someone to take you somewhere and fuck the worries away. Instead, it was Sebastian.

Your smile faded and so did his. You went still, your eyes trained on his. It felt weird to be the only people in the crowd not moving. You had lost all sense of anything, you didn’t know if you stood like that for seconds or for hours.

Something in your jumbled thoughts forced you to speak. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he yelled back. His face was unreadable at that moment, you blamed it on the alcohol but you weren’t sure if you could have deciphered what it meant even if you were sober. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, a few months, I think.” You were sure, it had been four months prior, right before you heard about the engagement. You ran into each other at a red carpet event and you tried your best to act normal.

“Do you … uh—do you want to go get a drink?”

You stood still again, silent. Your brain needed a minute to process the request. You definitely did not need another drink. “Sure.”

You followed behind Sebastian to the bar, a trip you had made with Emerson no less than an hour ago. He ordered himself a Screwdriver and you a Sex on the Beach, your favorite. You had both sucked down half of your drinks before either of you spoke.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Fine, I guess,” you replied. “How are you?”

“Good, good, really good.”

“That’s good.”

It went quiet again and even though the music all around you was blaring, it sounded only like white noise at this point. A thought came into your mind “tell him how you feel.” In a sober state, you would have shut down the thought immediately, but now it played on a loop. The chant continued to play in your head as you finished the last of your drink. You felt the tension in your body rise from your feet to the pit of your stomach, up past your throat, and to your head, making you dizzy.

“Can I tell you something?” You blurted out.

“Sure.”

“It’s loud in here.”

Sebastian chuckled, almost in relief. “Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“No,” you said, too unaware to get how cringe-worthy you were being. “Can we go somewhere, uh, quieter?”

He nodded and you took his hand and went to go find a secluded location. You weren’t going to be that asshole who jammed the bathroom door shut. Also, you were pretty sure you’d get kicked out if you did that. It took a few minutes but you finally landed your sights on a room. The door was unlocked and you realized it was a coat closet, so you picked it as your location. You closed the door before turning back to Sebastian.

The music was quieter in here, it was muffled and far away. It smelled vaguely of cigarettes but you didn’t mind too much, it was dull.

“What did you want to tell me?” Sebastian asked, voice louder than it needed to be due to how unexpectedly quiet it was.

This was it, your one time to speak your mind. You might never get another situation like this ever again. You needed to let it all out.

“I don’t think I’m over you,” you confess. “And I really don’t know if I will ever be. I know it’s been two years and you’re getting married tomorrow, but I’m still not over you. I’ve been telling myself that when I see you at that alter tomorrow, everything is magically going to go away, but I don’t know if it will.”

“Why are you telling me this, y/n?”

“Because this is the one-shot I’m gonna get. You’re getting married tomorrow morning and you need to know this. Well, actually, you probably don’t, but I need to tell you. I need to let it out or otherwise, I think I might actually fucking explode.” You took a deep breath before the words started pouring out again. “When I heard you were engaged I laughed. It was funny that you were getting this poor girl’s hopes up when we all knew that you were just going to call it off. But you never did, and I was the only one laughing. I’m pretty sure that you were my person. And I think the only reason I accepted that we were done was because I didn’t think we were actually done. I thought you were gonna come back to me. I thought one day we would look back on this and laugh because it was so stupid.”

As you talked, your throat began to feel sore, your eyes stung from the tears forcing their way down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry about everything. I should have fought for us when we had the chance and I should give up right now and—”

Sebastian cut you off by cupping your face and wiping the tears away. “Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed softly, pulling you into him. You buried your face in his chest as he softly rubbed the back of your head. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

His sweet tone made you cry harder. You wished he would have been mean. You wish he told you to get over it and move on. But he was sweet and consoling you because that’s the type of guy he was. He was the girl who consoled his ex-girlfriend on the night before his wedding. That’s the kind of guy girls want to marry, that’s the kind of guy you should have married. At least if he was an asshole, it would have easier to move on. No one gets hung up on the asshole, they get hung up over the good guy.

You pulled away from him, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.

“Do you still love me?”

“Y/n…” he sighed.

“Tell me you don’t. God, please tell me you don’t. Tell me that you moved on and that you love her. Could you tell me that? Tell me that you never think twice about me and that you only invited me to your wedding because you honestly think we can be just friends. I need you to tell me you still don’t care. If you tell me that, I’ll walk out the door right now and you don’t ever have to see me again. I’ll wish you good luck on your marriage and I’ll be gone. Can you just tell me that? I really need you to tell me that.”

You looked up to him with pleading, puppy dog eyes. You wanted him—you needed him to tell you that it was never going to happen. You needed closure to move on.

“I-I can’t,” he confessed. “Not honestly.”

You let out a breath you were holding before pulling him closer. You kissed him deeply and passionately, you needed him. He pulled you closer, melting into your mouth. This was it, this felt right. You didn’t think about the repercussions, you couldn’t. All you could think about was his mouth on yours, his hands on your skin.

He backed you up so your back was flat against the door. The hand that wasn’t pulling you closer by the hip locked the door. He hoisted you up, seemingly with no effort as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You made haste with his button-up as he started to push your dress up your thighs. You stayed like that for a while, tugging, kissing.

After a while, Sebastian put you down. This made you nervous, was he going to leave you here? Was the kiss just one dumb, hot mistake?

Instead of walking away, he knelt down in front of you. He grabbed your panties and pulled them down your legs. You looked down at him and let out a moan at the sight of him; lips read and raw from kissing, eyes blown out with lust. He hiked your right leg over his shoulder before looking up at you, asking you if you wanted him to continue. You nodded aggressively, letting out a few whines of anticipation.

He dived in, sending you into a state of euphoria. You pressed your head against the door as your hands tugged at his jet black hair. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying your best to keep in whatever moans he coaxed out of you. You felt you were nearing your high, but he pulled away before you could get there.

You let out a cry at the loss of contact. You tryed your best to pull him back to you, but he instead pushed your hands away, pinning your wrists against the door. He stood back up, form towering over your own.

“You’re so fuckin’ needy,” Sebastian stated, voice low and raspy. He undid his pants before hosting you up against the door again. He pumped his member before putting the tip at your entrance, teasing you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, pulling him closer by his shoulders. “Please, fuckin’ need you.”

With that, he pushed in, both of you letting out loud wanton moans. You forgot what is was like to be with him. He was on the bigger end of the men you’d been with and he was by far the best. As he thrusted into you, you started to realize how much you missed him every sense of the word. You missed the way he would kiss you in the morning, you missed the way he said he loved you in the middle of a fight, and you missed the way he grunted in your ear when you would have sex.

You both held each other close as he continued to snap his hips against yours. One of his hands reached down to rub your clit, making you let out another moan. You knew you were close again and you wondered how you could finish so fast when you were with him.

“I’m so close,” you warned.

“I know baby,” he cooed. “Wanna watch you.”

You leaned your head back so you could now see each others faces. He admired how you looked all fucked out and needy. He loved how your eye brows knitted together when you were trying not to cum and he loved the way you bit your lip every time he stared into your eyes. And he loved you.

“I love you, y/n,” he accidentally said, thoughts slipping into words.

Your eyes went wide but you couldn’t help but smile. “Fuck, I love you too, Seb.”

The confession brought you closer to your high and before you knew it, you were clutching his shirt in your hands as your legs cleanched around his waist. You both moaned loudly as you came, holding each other as close as possible. You stayed against the door, holding onto him tightly for a while. Then he slipped out of you and set you back down on shaky legs.

“Did you mean it?” You asked after minutes of staring into his eyes.

He hesitated, “yes.”

“Now what are we gonna do?”

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #fanfic #tfatws #oneshot

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Bouquet

Michael Kelso x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: michaels reputation

Author’s Note: steven supremacy but kelso could be kinda cute too lmao. I hope you like it love!

Requested: by anon, I'm the anon who requested Kelso x reader. I thought of something like, set in the beginning of s6 after Kelso helps Jackie and Hyde get together the reader being the cool girl in school (around Jackie's age) and she's really smart and has a bubbly/nice personality. She starts hanging out with the group (maybe because of Jackie? Idk she could be her friend first) and despite his reputation, she's friendly to him. He really likes her and hanging around her motivates him to review his attitude. She has feelings for him but does NOT want to fall for him because of all the things the group says about him. He's aware of this, and does everything in his power to prove her he's different.

Endings up to you 🥰

You don't even have to use everything in the prompt, I just really like the idea of him trying to be a better person, and I would like to read about the whole 'Michael wants a girl but the group is blocking him out of worry for their friend so he has to show he's a better person'.

And he's also not my favorite but I think he's super sweet in s3 and s4 and with the right amount of character development could be a thoughtful boyfriend

Thank you so much love ❤❤

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

Jackie ran up to you before school even ended. She had just gotten this new outfit she was wearing (at lunch because who actually went to school anyway) and wanted to show you. You walked out of your class holding your books tight to your chest, surprised to see a small girl rushing toward you.

“Look at these boots!” she said and squealed a bit. She showed them off to you and you nodded, giving her a flashy smile.

“They look great Jackie!” you said because they really did. You were pretty sure Jackie could pull off anything she wanted to. You started walking to her car together and she flashed the keys, as she often did. They dangled from her fingers.

“I’m going to Formans, you wanna come?” she asked.

“And hang out with your whole group? I don’t know if that’s a great idea Jackie, you all seem pretty close,” you told her honestly. You had seen everyone around school and they seemed nice enough but they were always together. Through Jackie you had found out that they pretty much exclusively dated each other too. You just never thought you would fit in with them.

“They’ll love you! They’ll love you regardless because I love you and I have good taste,” she said, starting her car. You pursed your lips and thought about it for a second. You didn’t wanna be stuck there. You supposed your house wasn’t that far away from Eric’s, you could probably walk if you really needed to. Plus maybe they will like you.

“Okay I guess.”

“Wonderful! Some things you should know,” she started, in her gossipy voice, “don’t mind what Fez says Donna and me just ignore it. If Michael tries to flirt with you, ignore him.”

“I have Michael in my english class, he seems nice,” you said. You knew his reputation and what he had done to Jackie but she was mostly over it.

“Don’t even think about it. I’m not going to let him have his grabby hands all over you. I escaped that and now I’m with Steven thank God,” she muttered. You nodded.

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

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When you arrived, Jackie introduced you to everyone there. Overall everyone seemed to like you or they were indifferent to your presence.

Donna told you the second you arrived that if Kelso tried to flirt with you you should ignore him. He wasn’t there the day you went because he had been in detention but you ran into him the next day at school. He sat next to you in english class.

“You’re Y/N right?” he said. You raised an eyebrow. You had assigned seating and you knew he wasn’t assigned to sit next to you. Class hadn’t started yet though so you supposed he had time.

“Yeah,” you said carefully. A dumb smile went over his face and he moved his hair to the side.

“I’m Michael Kelso. I heard you met my friends,” he said.

“Yeah I did,” you said. “They were really nice.” He nodded, that smile still there on his face. You gazed at him for a second, into his eyes. They looked almost completely blank. They reminded you of puppy eyes.

“Yeah they are nice aren’t they.” He looked up at the teacher who was about to get the class started.

“No offense Michael but they all told me I shouldn’t talk to you,” you said, adding a little laugh to try and ease up your words. He nodded.

“I figured. Don’t listen to them though.”

“I want us to be friends.” You put your hand up and he shook it, very happily. “But just know I’ve been warned.” He nodded aggressively .

“Noted!” The teacher pointed at Michael.

“Kelso! Back to your seat.”

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“I don’t know why you told her not to talk to me,” Michael said as he sat on the couch arm. He crossed his arms. Donna and Eric were sitting on the couch beside him, Fez on the chair to his left and Hyde and Jackie on the chair to his right. You were sitting on the other couch arm.

“We didn’t say that,” Donna corrected.

“All we said was that if you tried to flirt with her, we would collectively put an end to it,” Eric finished.

“Yeah Kelso man, you can’t flirt with everyone who walks through those doors,” Hyde concurred. Fez smiled.

“Not like me,” Fez said.

“Yeah well that’s just part of your personality,” Donna said, laughing a little bit. Michael opened his mouth in amazement.

“It’s part of my personality too!” he yelled.

“Just face it Michael. You’ve messed with too many,” Jackie said, head held high. You laughed a little bit. Michael turned to you.

“I will get you to like me. Even if I have to be good to do it.” You shrugged.

“Michael-” you started but he cut you off.

“No. I will.” He said. You shook your head a bit and leaned back. Donna looked up at you.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said honestly and you believed her. You had to admit, you had a lot of fun with these people. Guess that was why they were so close all the time.

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Michael kept his promise that he would get you to like him. He spent the whole week doing small things for you here and there, trying to make sure that you noticed him. Sure, after he gave you the flowers and you thanked him he bragged about how good of a guy he was, but he was really trying.

Michael barged into Eric's basement and almost fell over doing it. He was pleased to see that only Eric was home, watching TV and flipping through a magazine. He looked up at Michael, uninterested and then back at his magazine.

“I think I’m in love,” he whispered. Eric scoffed.

“Didn’t you say that about Jackie?” he asked.

“Maybe.” There was a pause where Michael tried to retain the information but he came up empty. “I don’t know. But I mean it this time.” He sat down aggressively on the chair to the left of Eric. Eric finally closed his magazine and looked up.

“You barely know her.”

“I know her plenty!” he exclaimed. “We have english together and she’s so smart. She’s so nice to me!” He said that last part with a whisper scream. “And she hasn’t given in yet. She’s got stubbornness.”

“Got stubbornness?”

“You know what I mean!” Michael shook his head and Eric saw his expression grow serious which was very very rare in the case of Michael Kelso. “I feel excited when I see her and when she smiles at me it makes my stomach feel…” He put his hands up and waved them aggressively in demonstration. Eric leaned back in his chair.

“Well dang. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Me neither!” “Do you think she likes you?”

“Not now that you’ve all told her I suck!” Michael shook his head, defeated. “So stupid.” Eric laughed a bit.

“You can’t blame us. If you want her, go and get her.”

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Michael held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He had used the last of his money for the week buying them and still wasn’t all that sure if you would like them. He didn’t expect the nerves that came with trying to ask you out. Usually if someone rejected him (which was rare, he liked to point out) he could move on quickly. He didn’t want you to reject him.

He walked into english class and you were already there, sitting at your desk, flipping through the assigned book. He took a deep breath and took the strides over to sit beside you. You looked up at him and gave him a small polite smile.

He took one more breath and then brought the bouquet out from behind his back. Your eyes went wide at the size of it.

“Would you pretty please go on a date with me?” he asked. You took the flowers from him and for a moment was stunned that he had actually asked. The flowers were truly beautiful.

You met his eyes.

“Yes Kelso I will go on a date with you.” He fist bumped the air aggressively and you laughed a bit, trying to ignore that he was making a big scene. He turned to you with a big smile.

“You won’t regret it.”

“You better not make me.”

“Kelso!” The teacher called, pointing his pen at Michael. “Get back to your seat!” they hissed. You laughed a little bit as he shook his head.

“I’m very comfortable right here,” he pointed out.

“Kelso.”

“Alright alright.” He turned to you as he got up. “I’ll see you at Forman’s basement tonight. You nodded.

“Yeah.”

“They’re never gonna believe it.”

“Jackies gonna scream,” you said. He shrugged.

“Let her scream. I think I won this one.”

#michael kelso x reader #michael kelso imagines #that 70s show imagines

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hyunjilicious · 4 years

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a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 2

A/n: I’m sorry it took me so long. I don’t like how this part turned out, at all, but I rewrote it 3 times and I can’t even think about these scenes anymore without getting annoyed. I’m just happy it’s finished and that I can start working on part 3 (that is, if you like this one enough to want to keep reading lol)

Summary: After you post on onlyfans a video starring another man, Henry decides to take matters into his own hands. (cameo: Steve Rogers) KINKY 4k

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, dirty talk, mentions of smut and masturbation (male), humiliation/degradation kink, groping, mentions of porn and filming pornographic material, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry. (also tumblr crashed when I first tried to upload this so maybe that a sign this sucks)

You can read part 1 here!

The sight brought down a storm upon Henry's mind. He stood there, mouth agape, watching the screen, unable to believe his eyes. It was one thing to post videos of yourself on the Internet, but to have someone else take part in them was too much. At least for Henry. Still smart and composed, he realised there wasn't anything he could do about it, but nevertheless, he was determined to not let this shit slide for much longer.

As much as he wanted to hunt down that man who dared put his hands on you, Henry gathered himself, took a deep breath and closed the onlyfans page. He was perfectly aware that just the right amount of you could get him to lose his sense of control and do things he'd later regret. Still, in desperate need to see you, he grabbed his phone, eyes scheming over your socials, only to see that the last time you had been active was 7 minutes ago. So, without much consideration, he started typing.

"You up?"

"Yep. Finishing up an essay. Coffee in 30??"

Oh, and how deeply that hurt him. "Of course" he sent you, and then checked again the post you made at 3am. '...I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up...'

You were lying? Why were you lying to him? It drove him insane. Henry felt like he couldn't sit down anymore, like he had no chance to catch his breath. He couldn't think straight, so he wasn't really to blame for what he did next.

Henry's fingers flew over the keyboard, accessing Facebook and logging into your account, desperate to see whether he could find out who the man in your video was. And it was as easy as it could've been, considering your last 5 conversations were with the girl friends he already knew about. But somewhere among them, he spotted an unfamiliar name - Steve R., and instantly clicked and opened the conversation. His blood started to boil when the multitude of emojis you sent reached his eyes, but he scrolled up, until he found the beginning of yesterday's conversation.

It was started by you, and with a request. You were blunt and went straight for it, asking him with just one message to be in the video with you. There was no trace of your relationship with him on the Internet, so Henry had no idea regarding the nature of yours and Steve's connection. Judging by the way you addressed him, he could easily assume the man was nothing more than a fuck buddy. Even though it angered him, Henry kept his calm and decided to go about this with care. It would only be a matter of time until he removed Steve from your life. But for now, he just had to keep digging for information.

Steve R.: "Exactly what do you need me to do, baby? Spank you? In front of the camera? Are you serious?"

"Yes, Steve. Come on!! I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but still... 😇 when it comes to these things, you know me better than anyone"

Henry scoffed. Who the fuck was this guy?

Steve R.: "I know, baby"

Steve R.: "What's in it for me?"

Smoke came out of Henry's ears, and the fact that you acted so sweet and innocent made him want to smash his keyboard.

"Whatever you want! Just do this for me!!! Please!!!! 🥺😊😋"

Steve R.: "Ofc I'll do it, sweetheart. I got you"

"Thank you thank you thank you 😘"

Steve R.: "I should be the one to thank you"

Steve R.: "Send me the location and I'll be over there asap"

After that, your address followed and then that was it. Determined to dig deeper, Henry started to scroll up again, wanting to find out as much as he could about this mysterious man. He didn't get a chance to lurk too much before this computer alerted him of a notification, the onlyfans tab glowing orange. His attention was instantly won, smiling devilishly as he checked the content.

Posted 30 seconds ago, was the new video. Ready to kick back and enjoy, Henry pressed the play button, ready to go at it with an open mind.

He reluctantly accepted the fact that there was another man in it with you, but he decided to enjoy it nevertheless. The video started, displaying Steve seated on the couch, thighs suggestively parted. He had a pair of black dress pants on, dangerously stretched over his massive thighs. A white, elegant shirt hugged his visibly sculpted torso, the top two buttons undone to show just a hint of chest hair. Quite a sight, but all Henry saw was trash. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a silver watch on his wrist and a pinky ring on, Steve patted his thigh, cueing your entrance.

When Henry saw you, he felt his breath reach a new, sudden level of difficulty. With the shortest of skirts barely managing to cover your ass and a mostly see-through shirt on your top half, you made your way to him in such an angelic way that Henry couldn't believe his eyes.

You looked like happiness personified, and it came in such a painful contraction to what you were about to do, that it twisted Henry's mind in such a perverse way, his cock nearly twitched just by seeing you.

When you were about to bend over Steve's thigh, he grabbed your chin and stopped you mid action, his lips slamming against your as his free hand lewdly caressed your ass. He flung the skirt over your hips, your flimsy underwear on full display.

Attentive to the events unfolding on the screen, Henry found his cock, teasingly rubbing it over the material of his pajama pants. His mouth watered when he felt the sensibility in his tip, actually believing this would be easier than he initially anticipated.

"Are you going to be Daddy's good little girl, or do I have to make this fucking hurt?" Steve asked and Henry almost threw up.

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good" you mewled, wiggling your feet.

"Let's see" the man menacingly chuckled, releasing a sharp slap against your ass that made you yelp out in pain.

At this point, about 30 seconds in that was, Henry was already losing his mind. It was as if you took a trip inside his dreams and decided to play out his fantasies. The only problem was that you did it with another man. It was next to impossible for him to keep this going.

"Can you count?" Steve taunted, his hand traveling all over the back of your thighs, your exposed ass and between your legs.

"Yes, Daddy" you eagerly nodded and Henry almost threw up.

"I wouldn't be surprised if a dumb slut like you didn't know how to" Steve chuckled, "But it's ok, that's how we like our girls. Dumb and pretty"

"Thank you, Daddy"

Henry couldn't believe his eyes. He refused to accept the fact that a random man got to play with your innocence like that. You were his sweet little girl. And if until now he pushed through heroically, when literal yelps of pain started erupting from your lips as the blonde man slapped your ass hard enough to rock your whole frame, Henry's blood ran cold.

But no matter how hard the jealousy had hit him, the video was still pushing his limits of self control. It was still what he always wanted to see. When he reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock, a low grunt of early satisfaction left his lips. He once again found himself picturing you, willing to please him, but this time, he didn't get to go too far. The buzzing sound of his doorbell rang through his apartment, and he never stood up faster.

Cock still hard and completely visible through his pants, Henry slapped the pause button and minimized the browser, before springing to his feet and rushing to the door.

"Henry!" you exclaimed as soon as he came into view. He looked somehow tired, but it was easy to tell there was something else bothering him. "You didn't answer your phone" you pouted.

"Yeah, sorry" he shook his head, a few sweaty curls falling against his forehead. "I was busy with something. What's up?"

You raised your eyebrows and pointed to the door of your apartment, "You said you'd come over? Coffee? Remember?"

"Oh, shit, yeah" Henry cringed, rubbing his forehead. "I'll be over in 10 minutes, that ok?"

"Sure" you beamed, completely oblivious to the way he just tried to get rid of you. With utter nonchalance, you pushed your way past him and strolled into the kitchen.

"You wanna wait here?" he muttered.

"Yeah... Is that a problem? I can leave..."

"No, no" Henry eventually sighed and rushed over to you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "Wait here, I'll be right back"

And that was what you did. You silently sat down, grabbing a bag of chips you found laying around, and settled to wait. And maybe, a few seconds passed where nothing devious came to mind, but as time ticket itself away, boredom got to you. First you stood up, and padded to the hallway, looking around. There was almost nothing new over there, but it still felt so homey you absolutely loved to inspect every detail. The TV in the living room was turned off, a couple of pizza boxes on the floor and his DVD cases laying around - absolutely nothing interesting.

You sighed and plopped down on his couch, folding your legs under your body, ready to flip through the channels on TV until he'd decide to join you. Nothing seemed of interest, being bombarded with news and fishing programs. "Old man" you thought to yourself, before opening up the menu in search for something less depressing. A wave of nostalgia hit you when you came across a Spiderman marathon, and you were done for. Maybe one full episode passed until Henry walked out of the bathroom, but you were nowhere near ready to leave.

"Look what's playing!" you beamed, pointing to the screen. Henry raised his eyebrows in amusement, his shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at your unusual choice of entertainment.

"Are you serious? Cartoons?"

"Yes!" you scoffed, extending your arms and gesturing for him to join you. Although reluctant at first, Henry agreed to sit and watch the show with you, but not before brewing some coffee first.

When he returned from the kitchen, two steaming mugs in tow, you shuffled to the side and welcomed him on the couch. He brought you close against him, draping his arm around your body. With your head resting on his shoulder, you sipped your coffee, eyes glued to the TV. "You seriously never watched these as teen? You were 11 when it came out."

"I did" Henry laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your side, "I was in love with Felicia Hardy"

"MJ was so much better!" you shook your head disappointed, "You have no taste"

"No need for that" Henry threatened, his fingers exploring their way down your body. The way he trailed his hand across your hips and thighs made you squirm, smiling to yourself as you shuffled closer to him.

Henry was more than happy to reciprocate, kissing your forehead and squeezing you tighter.

And just like that, you didn't care about Spiderman anymore. You flung your leg over Henry's lap, all but crawling on top of him. The episode was still playing in the background, but none of you was paying attention anymore. Henry wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as you pushed your hips down against his thigh. His hands traveled lower, exploring your body with delicate but greedy strokes.

As you let yourself get carried away with absolutely no worry in mind, Henry knew exactly what he was doing. And considering how easily you let your guard down, he had you right where he wanted.

When you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your nose rubbing across the slope of his collarbone, Henry's right hand found your ass. You froze for a second, but his gentle caress helped you relax again in an instant. With his lips against the top of your head, he allowed his fingers to sink into your flesh. Your whole frame stiffened as you gathered a handful of his hoodie into your fist.

"What's wrong?" Henry cooed, grabbing your chin, "You ok?"

"Yep" you whimpered, and then winced again as he squeezed your ass once more. "I'm good-" you lied, cupping the side of his neck into your palm as you crawled higher up his body, your lips right against his ear.

As weak as he was for you, Henry stood his ground. If you wanted to play this game, he'd do it, but he wouldn't let you win.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, roughly groping your ass.

Jumping slightly from the pain, you still managed to shake your head, blurting out another lie. "... no"

"What about this?" Henry teased, grinning widely as he shoved his hands inside your leggings, under your panties.

The urgency of his touch made your eyes open wide, your back arching as you tried to push yourself off of him.

"Does it hurt, darling?" he continued, keeping you in place with ease.

Defeated, you sighed and lowered your gaze, "A bit" you mumbled.

"Just a bit?"

"Henry-"

"Did he fuck you good?"

Your mouth fell open. "What- no, I didn't- we didn't do anything-"

"Didn’t do anything?" Henry grinned, his perfect teeth showing as he proudly pried information out of you.

"I just... fuck-"

Seeing no way out of this one, and eager to stop hiding, you pushed yourself back. Henry's hands left your body as you sat beside him, and he watched you curiously, patiently waiting for you to word your thoughts. "I just filmed a video for my page, that's all" you bowed your head.

"What kind of video?" Henry questioned.

His demeanour was so relaxed, he was right in his element, unlike you, who were riled up to the extreme. "A spanking video-" you cleared, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"Did he spank you good?"

His hand found your hips again, and you leaned into his touch, nodding your head yes as you were too embarrassed to actually word your answer.

"Then show me"

He was dominant and stern, and even if you wanted to, you felt like saying no wasn't an option. Henry didn't wait for your permission as he grabbed your waist and pulled you up to your knees, chuckling softly to himself when he saw you shyly smile down at him.

His fingers curled around the waistband of your leggings, forcefully pulling them down your thighs. "Come on" he urged you, softly guiding you to lay down across his lap, your ass barely covered by the pinkish and slightly unflattering underwear you had chosen for the day.

Henry's breathing picked up at the sight, and so did yours. You watched him over your shoulder, his fingers tracing over the bruises Steve left on your bum the night before.

"Henry-?" you whimpered, the anticipation building up in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to bear.

"Yes, darling?" he cooed, leaning down to the side to kiss your cheek. His stumble tickled your skin and you whimpered when his hand made its way between your legs.

You felt his fingers against your opening and involuntarily clenched your thighs around him, hiding your face in the cushions of below your head.

"Tell me" Henry pushed, teasing your folds and clit over your underwear.

"Nothing, I-" you cried, making him chuckle.

He loved giving you a taste of your own medicine. He straightened himself up and grabbed your ass into his hands, squeezing until you yelped out in pain. A soft laughter of approval escaped his throat as he bent down and pressed his lips to one of your cheeks, applying lingering kisses over each and every single bruise.

The way he took control of the situation and handled your body, turned you on to no end. For whatever reason, being exposed like that for him, waiting for any kind of judgement to leave his lips, you were getting more and more riled up by the second. You were done for. You did your best not to moan with need, but little did you know that was exactly what kept you from being thrown onto the floor and fucked into oblivion. Just one single sign was all you needed in order to break his self control, but you didn’t have it in you to do it.

But he didn’t say anything, instead just keeping you on your toes as he had his way. You were dripping through your underwear, and judging by the bulge in his pants that pushed up against your belly, you knew he was on the same page as you. But again, he didn’t allow things to go further. Everything about this moment pointed in the right direction - the teasing, the touching, you were all but whimpering in his lap, but he cut the moment short with a sharp slap against your ass before he helped you up. Henry acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened as he pulled your leggings back up, but this glare became colder when he found your eyes.

He bent down and spoke into your ear, "He could've done a better job"

Completely under his spell, you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't think I would have been able to take any more"

"That's not what I said" Henry shook his head.

"Look at you being an expert" you teased, relishing in the fact that he seemed eager to keep things going.

"All I'm saying is that if you had asked someone else-" Henry laughed, stroking your cheek, "Things would have turned out much more different"

"Oh" you pouted, ready to tease him further. "Who should I have asked-"

Just when you started getting comfortable and confident enough to push things further, Henry's phone rang. "I don't have to take that" he shook his head when he heard you stopped talking.

"Just see who it is" you giggled, slapping his shoulder.

Before doing so, Henry grabbed your chin and kissed your forehead, his touch drawing you in like a magnet as you leaned into him when he pulled away. With a sigh, you eventually crawled off his lap and then your face fell with disappointment when Henry showed you the screen of his phone.

"Yeah?" he huffed after picking up, his boss being the last person he wished to talk to right now.

You watched him closely as he listened to whatever the man was saying, and almost whined out loud when Henry frowned annoyed.

"I'll call you back in 5, ok?" he asked and after a couple of seconds hung up.

"I'm so sorry-" Henry sighed, turning to you, "I gotta go take this, there's a problem with one of the radars, I need to go see if I can fix it remotely"

"Sure thing" you shook your head. "But please tell me you don't have plans tonight"

"I don't" Henry leaned towards you and again, kissed your forehead. As much as you loved the sweet gesture, it was now more than ever that you craved something else entirely.

"And please don't forget about me again" you giggled, grabbing his biceps and stopping him from leaving without a promise.

"I won't" he sighed, "I'm really sorry about that. I'll make it up to you"

"However I want?" you beamed and licked your lips.

"Absolutely" Henry smiled, sweetly embracing you before walking you to the door.

You had his word now, and you were planning on making it count. There was no way either you or Henry would act as if nothing had happened, and you couldn't wait.

Once alone and seated at his desk, Henry opened up the text editor associated with the code he wrote months ago. When his screen was flooded with errors and his chat popped up with three different messages asking for help from his colleagues, Henry all but yelled out loud in frustration. Not only did he wish to be with you, it was also Sunday, one of his days off. But he couldn't just text the pilot of the plane whose radar went berserk and tell him to wait. So he got to work, determined to get this done as soon as possible.

But unfortunately, that 'as soon as possible' turned into 3 hours of continuous work. He didn't even stand up to go to the bathroom until he made sure everything was on point. It was about 4pm when the program started running smoothly again, and seeing how he had a few more hours to waste until he had to see you, Henry decided to make the best of them, by getting a head start on his tasks for the following day.

Productivity flowed through his fingertips as he solved the first issue he had been assigned for the day to come, getting ready to start working on the second one when a call caught his attention. He didn't recognize the ring tone, and it only dawned on him that he was still logged into your facebook account a couple of seconds after it stopped ringing.

Still curious, Henry switched the tabs on his computer, noticing that the chat with Steve, which he left open hours ago, showed that there was an ongoing video call. His jaw fell. Henry tightened his hands into fists, fuming with anger. First as you for doing this, and then at himself for allowing you to believe this was an ok thing to do. He knew there was no way to eavesdrop on your conversation even if he had the password, but that didn't mean his curiosity died down. No, it only grew stronger.

He felt lost for a minute, but then he thought of something. On his dresser, right next to his winter gloves and under his favorite jogging hat, laid an extra set of keys. Henry remembered the day you gave them to him, saying something along the lines of 'I feel much safer knowing that if something were to happen, you could always get to me, Henry.' and then remembered how you stuffed them in his pocket, and kissed his chest before stepping back. Such different times.

There was no trace of hesitation inside his mind as he grabbed the keys and made his way out of his home. He passed the hallway in less than a second and pressed his ear to the door. It was perfectly quiet, and through the peephole, he couldn't see any light. You weren't in the kitchen or living room, so he felt confident enough. After putting his phone on vibrate, Henry ever so gently pushed the key inside, turning it inside the lock with the most meticulous movement his wrist could muster. The sound of the door knob being turned was so faint he barely even heard it, but his pulse skyrocketed when he heard the click that signaled the door was finally open.

With small, careful steps, he made his way inside. The entire apartment was dark and quiet as he made his way in, stopping just outside your bedroom as the relaxed, deep voice of a stranger became audible through the wall. “Trust me, sweetheart. Just relax, I got you. You’re all tense, I can see it from here. You know I have more experience with this than you do, just do as I say”

With one hand on the doorknob of your bedroom, Henry was ready to put an end to this whole charade. He knew he might regret it later, but he didn't care. The image of a so called friend, pushing you to do anything that you seemed to have clearly stated your discomfort about, flipped a switch inside his brain. There was no stopping him because no one, no one got to push you around like that. Not while he could do anything about it.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fics #august walker x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #walter marshall x reader #ahh #a helping hand

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fruitymimi · 4 years

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also could i ask for maybe a fem reader x L smut that’s actuslly really sweet and romantic 🥺 if that’s ok!! i don’t see enough sweet smut for him and also i imagine having a family with him so often and having loving sex while dreaming of a family sounds so nice with L please help i am h word

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masterlist

reader - she/her

pairing - ryuzaki x fem!reader

warnings - its soft smut, they talk about having kids

word count - 1.5k

mimi’s thoughts - i’m finally finna knock out these requests,,, it took me so so long but i am finally here lmfao. yall ask, yall shall recieve! sorry this took FOREVERR ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　　｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Ryuzaki wasn’t a very romantic person. He’d never really thought about what it’d be like with a partner, he was always too busy with a specific case, or too busy nose deep into a sugary treat. Most of the time, Ryuzaki couldn’t even tell if someone was flirting with him, he’d just assumed they were being nice.

Hell, it even took months for Ryuzaki to realize that Y/N had feelings for him. He remembers countless conversations with Light while they were up one late, late night a few years back.

“She told me that she wants to be more than my partner. I told her I couldn’t give out promotions if we work the same job,” Ryuzaki said, eyes glued to the computer screen. He dropped a few sugar cubes into his already sweet tea, mouth watering at the sight of the steam coming from his cup.

Light gave him a crooked look, eyes glancing down at the shared handcuffs. To him, it was ridiculous how Ryuzaki could be so, so smart, but so, so painfully oblivious.

But now, after some type of miracle, Ryuzaki had come to realize that Y/N had romantic feelings, not platonic and friendly feelings. He didn’t know if he felt the same about her until their first date. He regretted taking so long to come to his senses.

All he could do was cherish the time he had now, cherish the feeling of her soft skin pressed against his. Especially on this cold winter night.

He usually slept in thick pajama pants and a sweatshirt that he practically drowned in, but tonight he wanted to feel close to her. He wanted to feel her warmth and comfort.

“Are you okay?” She broke the silence, her cheek laid against his chest, “You’re usually always cold, d’you feel sick...?” She asked him.

Ryuzaki blinked for a moment, taking in her question. “No. I don’t feel sick. I just wanted to... cuddle.” He informed her, pulling her a bit closer. “You feel really warm and you smell really nice,” he said.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, looking up at her boyfriend in admiration. “Yeah? We should sleep like this more often. I didn’t know you liked to cuddle,” she said, sitting up to straddle his hips.

Ryuzaki’s hands found her hips, a soft blush coating his pale cheeks. “Y/N?” he called her name, looking up at her eyes.

She hummed, one of her hands finding his cold ones, gently taking it into her own to hold. “What is it, Ryu?” she asked him.

“Yesterday when we went out for dinner, I saw this family and they looked so happy,” he mumbled, his free hand playing with the rim of Y/N’s shorts, “I know they say we shouldn’t have kids, especially with our line of work and how much free time we don’t have... But I think if either of us were to have a family, I think I want to start my family with you.” he whispered, his voice shy as he opened up.

Y/N felt like her heart was melting. The simple gestures, his soft voice, his kind words. Most of it was out of the ordinary, she wondered how long he was sitting there and thinking of this.

“Really? How many kids do you think you want?” She asked him, watching his expression.

“I think for now, just two.” he said to her, “It kind of just makes me think... I really do love you..” he sat up, inches away from her face, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone and... Light’s told me that I should be more like a boyfriend and for once, I think he’s right,” he pressed his soft lips against hers, his eyes fluttering shut.

She let go of his hand, her arms wrapping around his neck, rested snuggly on his shoulders. She kissed him back, the feeling of his lips pressed against hers was truly euphoric.

Ryuzaki’s hands trailed up her back, his cold fingers sending a shiver down her spine. He gently tugged off her thin tank top, planting butterfly kisses down her neck and to her chest. “You’re so beautiful...” he whispered.

She bit down on her lip, looking down at him with soft eyes. Her hands tangled in his hair, eyes falling shut when he licked a slow stripe up her breast, flicking over her nipple. His fingers tugged at the other one, his kisses and licks causing Y/N to arch her back into him.

He hummed against the bud, “Lay down for me,” he told her.

When she laid down on her back, she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Ryuzaki tugged off her shorts along with her panties, spreading her thighs open for him to get between. “I wanna take care of you tonight,” Ryuzaki told her, his mouth inching closer and closer to her sex.

They didn’t do oral much, most of the time on the odd occasion that they did, it was rushed, used as a quick way to get off before going to work. It was an entirely different sensation now.

Ryuzaki took his time, his tongue dragging along her swollen clit, his eyes closed in an attempt to savor her taste. He wrapped his lips around her clit, his tongue flickering against the sensitive bud. He pressed a gentle finger against her hole, slowly letting it sink into her.

He wanted her to feel everything, wanted her to feel like she was truly loved in that moment. His finger curled inside of her, the digit pressing against that spongy spot, her legs already shaking.

She bit down on her lip again, her eyes closed shut from the pleasure. She let out a whimper, back arching off the bed as he found a perfect pace with his fingers and tongue. She felt him slide another finger into her cunt, her eyes damn near crossing.

His fingers were so long and slender, each slow drag of his fingers made her stomach twist. She let out a curse, hands tangling in his hair once more. He hadn’t been doing it for long, but she already felt like she was close.

“Ryu...” She whispered, her thighs seconds from closing, “I think I’m gonna cum,” she told him, a long whine falling from her lips when he sped up his pace, fingers curling inside of her cunt to urge her to let go.

She did just that, her cunt fluttering around his fingers, clit pulsating against his tongue.

Ryuzaki pulled out his fingers after she’d calmed down a bit, his hands gripping at her thighs.

She pulled off his boxers, “I want you inside of me..” she told him, pulling him closer.

Ryuzaki nodded his head, pressing the tip of his cock into her hole. As he slowly bottomed out into her, his eyes fluttered shut once more. She clenched around him, his nails digging into her thighs.

Her toes curled at the feeling, her brows knitting together as she rocked her hips against him.

Ryuzaki got the hint, beginning at a slow pace. He bent over, his lips catching hers in a kiss. He opened his mouth, letting her whines and whimpers fall into his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him, her eyes clenched shut.

“I love you so, so much..” she whispered, her hands fisting the sheets tightly.

“I love you, too... I can’t wait until we have a family. You’ll be a good mother,” he mumbled, each thrust dragging in and out at a slow, tender, and loving pace. “You feel so good..”

She felt tears prickle at her eyes from the pleasure, her lips parted in an ‘o’ shape. She buried her face into his neck, sucking a pretty bruise onto his skin. “Ryu,” she whispered.

Ryuzaki gripped her hips, a small layer of sweat forming on his hairline. “What is it, Y/N?” he watched his cock disappear inside of her, the thrusts almost mesmerizing.

“I want you to get me pregnant,” she said, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

Ryuzaki’s hips stuttered inside of her, his grip on her hips loosening. “Are you sure...? We aren’t married yet,”

She shrugged, “I am so sure... It doesn’t matter if we’re married or not. We will be one day. I’m sure I want to have your kids, what’s stopping us? I love you and you love me. It doesn’t have to be today, it doesn’t have to be tomorrow, but I want it to be soon,” she managed to say, her hips rocking into her.

A smile pulled at Ryuzaki’s lips, “That sounds good to me... I can’t wait to make you a mom,” he said to her, his fingers coming down to rub at her clit.

She let out another moan, “I’m so close,” she clenched around him, her hands coming to his shoulders again.

“Cum for me, let’s cum together,” Ryuzaki whispered to her, his fingers speeding up on her clit.

She nodded, throwing her head back against the bed. He felt so amazing inside of her, each thrust felt like it was motivated by love.

They came together, their bodies pressed against each other. It felt like they were on Cloud9, their chests heaving up and down as they came down from their highs.

“I love you so much,”

“I love you too...”

#death note #death note x reader #L x reader #L x Reader smut #L Death Note #Ryuzaki x reader #ryuzaki x reader smut

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mona-stay · 3 years

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Supernatural preferences ~First time he says I love you!

First time he says I love you

Dean, Crowley, Lucifer x reader

Shorts

Dean Winchester

You wasn’t sure what your relationship with Dean was. You didn’t date, not with the hunters lifestyle but you surely had to be more then friends with benefits. lately you wasn’t so sure, he didn’t kiss you outside of sex, didn’t hold your hand. He was always flirty but maybe that’s just who he was. While sex with Dean was fantastic part of you wanted more. You wanted something real not just every now and then. Difficult hunts, stressful days you would be in the oldest Winchesters bed but you wanted him on good days too.

You tried to push away your thoughts about Dean and focus on the job. The three of you had pulled up to a vampire nest, the original information you guessed 2 no more than 3 of the suckers inside. Your info was wrong, 6 vampires occupied the abandoned barn they called home. You managed to kill one closest to you by taking his head off with a machete, then everything went black.

Another vampire had came up behind you, hitting you in the back of the head. Sam and Dean had managed to kill the rest, each taking some cuts and bruises.

Dean screamed your name when he seen you on the floor. Both brothers ran to you, Sam checking for a pulse. When he felt the strong beat of your heart he nodded at Dean, who picked you up carrying you out to his impala. Letting Sam drive he held you trying to engage you to wake.

It wasn’t long before you were back at the cheap motel, still unconscious. Dean laid you down on the bed while Sam ran out for first aid supplies and a strong drink for Dean. Sam had known his brothers feelings for you even if Dean didn’t. He also knew Dean couldn’t take another loss especially y/n.

Alone, Dean started talking out loud, saying all the things he wished he’d said before and all the things he didn’t know how to say when your were awake. “I’m so sorry y/n. I should never of let this get so far, let you get sucked into my world. Everyone I get close to dies so I promised myself I’d never fall in love, I’d never let someone close die again. But then you came along and I broke each one of the promises I made myself. I fell in love you y/n, so please wake up come back to me don’t let me lose anyone else I love”.

At first you wasn’t sure if it was a dream, Dean’s words the raw emotion that went along with them. You let your eyes flicker open, trying to adjust to the overly bright lights of the motel. Dean had finished talking now he looked at the floor. You move your hand reaching over to touch his arm “takes more than a sneak attack from a bloodsucker to kill me” you say with a smirk. “But I love you to Dean” you add, wincing a smile.

His eyes light up, you not sure if it’s just because you had come too or because you told him you loved him back. He leaned down to kiss you being gentle not knowing the full extent of your injuries. As you pull away you couldn’t stop smiling at him, “well it’s about time you two told each other” Sam teased walking in the door.

After they stitched up your head up, you all eat and drank, you smiled for the rest of the night laying in Dean’s arms happy he felt the same way you did. Sam left you both alone after finishing his food. Dean turned to face you “I thought I’d lost you tonight, my biggest regret during that moment was I never told you how much you mean to me and how much I love you” he says again.

“Dean look at me I’m alive, and you’ve told me, I love you too” you reassure him. Dean kisses you, picking you taking you to his bed, this time you knew it was more than just sex.

Crowley

Crowley had been missing for a few weeks, this wasn’t unusual it could be months before you seen the King of hell. This time something felt different.

The last you or the Winchesters saw him was when Dean let him go and he went against Abaddon. You kind of missed Crowley not being a prisoner, you missed talking to him when you couldn’t sleep. Without really noticing you’d falling for the demon, his charms, his rare tenderness even you were surprised he was capable of.

Something about the final trial changed Crowley, the boys might not had seen it but you did. From the talks about his childhood and listen to whatever it was on your mind. The way he looked at you especially when you were alone he’d have you weak in the knees. Yep you’d fallen for the king and now he was gone you were left fully aware how demons didn’t have feelings.

He was in the wind, probably planning how to kill Abaddon and take back hell then after that how to kill the Winchesters and you for keeping him a prisoners, injecting him human blood to close hell.

However the truth was something no-one could have seen coming. Crowley was on his way back to hell but found out how much of his demons had betrayed him he decided to go for a drink. Soon he found himself in a hotel room, a dead bartender on the floor and a needle full of her blood in his veins.

Letting the emotions wash over him Crowley lay in the king size bed not caring about hell, or revenge of the Winchesters but only on y/n. The girl he’d fallen for. After Sam had given him his first taste of humanity in decades it opened up other thoughts and feelings each and every one about y/n.

As a demon the most Crowley had ever seen her as was pretty and someone he’d happily have in bed but nothing more. Now those feeling grew especially after she would sit with him, open up to him listen to him and not just for useful in for the Winchesters. In fact early on in his capacity he fed y/n info to see how fast she’d tell the boys, now he’d escaped he found out she’d not told them not sold him out, maybe she did care for him.

He’s been in this room for weeks, using a low mark demon to keep him in supply of fresh blood and tabs on hell. Soon he released the demon had betrayed him, telling Abaddon everything, including his new addiction and feelings to match it. He needed help, and the only person he could call, Dean Winchester.

Dean agreed to come and thankfully agreed to leave y/n at the bunker. Crowley couldn’t risk being high on blood with her, he couldn’t risk her or the Winchesters finding how he’d fallen for y/n how ever since that first drop of blood he craved her, craved her love back. But how could she love a demon like him.

You sat at the table reading a lore book Sam had given you. Deans phone rang, the caller I.D 666. You felt you heartbeat quicken knowing its deans number for the king of hell. “what do you want Crowley?” you heard him say as he answered the phone.

You couldn’t hear Crowley, but you could normally guess half by Dean’s replies. “are you drunk?” he said looking both confused and annoyed by the call. There was a long pause from Dean, this time you had no clue that was being said. “wait, wait just stay there we’ll be right there, don’t move” Dean said angrily.

When he put the phone down you asked what’s going on. “Crowley drunk or something but he wants me and Sam to come to him, I think it could be a set up so I want you to stay here. If I don’t call you in 2 hours call Cas tell him where we went”. He said handing you an address.

“no if its a trap I’m coming with you.” You argue. Dean refused telling you its better your at the bunker. “It’s Crowley we all know he’ll listen to me if he is just drunk” you say knowing Dean couldn’t argue with that point and feeling he was hiding something.

“look Crowley said not to bring you, I don’t know what’s going on but he was adamant your not to come so stay here till we know what’s going on” Dean said before leaving.

You felt stunned, but not truly surprised. He was free, back to being a full blown demon why would he want to see or speak to you again. You tried not to feel hurt but over the next few lonely days, you couldn’t help it.

By the time Sam and Dean came back you’d moved passed hurt and upset. Now you were angry and pissed off. You ignored Crowley when he entered the bunker, heading right for your room without a hello to any of them. Your coldness lasted a few days, even after Sam had explained Crowley’s new blood addiction didn’t make you feel better or forgiving.

Crowley was pissed, at himself more than anything. He didn’t want y/n seeing him in such a way. A way that was so un-Crowley like, weak and emotional. Most of all he didn’t trust himself not to spill out those feelings to you.

But y/n being mad at him now, somehow felt worse than the embarrassment he imagined. He knew how forgiving you could be maybe if he apologies tell you he didn’t want to shit you out, he could have some kind of friendship again even if it’s all he had with you.

Crowley waited for the Winchesters to leave on a quick salt and burn. As Dean warned Crowley they would only be a few hours. But a few hours was all he needed.

He waited for you to come out your room, humans needed food sooner or later and with you avoiding him you’d skipped dinner the night before. He didn’t wait long, you thought Crowley had gone with the boys or Sam would have locked him up till they came back.

You walked down the hall listening to the empty silence. Happy not to run into anybody you start making something to eat. “hello love” he said, his accent sending your heart racing. You head reminding you not to fall for his charms and stay bad at him. Ignoring him you continue to what you were doing keeping you back to him.

He sighed now knowing it might not be as easy as the originally thought. “look I know you mad, whatever it is I’m sorry. I thought we were friends..” spin around fast, catching Crowley by surprise and cutting him off mid-sentence.

“friends, yeah that’s what I thought we were too. And as for not knowing what you did, we’ll I guess that truly shows me how little you know or think about me.” You turn to get your snacks and leave.

Crowley snapped his fingers, appearing in front of you, blocking your path. “You mad because I asked moose and squirrel for help and not you” he said but it sounded like a question.

“no I’m mad you didn’t want me there, I’m mad that you needed help but mine wasn’t good enough, I thought we were.... Well I don’t know what I thought but I guess the second you become free you forgot all about me” you yelled back.

Crowley grow annoyed, how could you think he didn’t see you as a friend. “that’s what you think? Well you’re all I thought. I didn’t want you there because I was ashamed, I didn’t want you there because the blood effected me in ways I didn’t want anyone to see. I didn’t want you there because I didn’t want you to know I love you okay. When I was in the blood all I could think was how much I loved you but how I certainly wasn’t the guy for you, a demon isn’t exactly what a hunter looks for in a boyfriend”

You were speechless and had almost stopped listening after ‘I love you’. Crowley had gone silent looking and waiting for your reaction, part of hoping he hadn’t just nailed the coffin of your friendship shut. “I think I love you too” you whisper back still stunned by his words.

“you do?” Crowley asked a smile now replacing his previous snarl. He stepped closer clicking his fingers making your food disappear.

Normally you would have been annoyed but right now you didn’t care food was an after thought. “of cause I do, I’m human Crowley. Don’t you think after all the time we spent in the dungeon talking I wouldn’t develop some sort of feelings”. You answer.

Crowley wraps his arms around you kissing you sweetly “how about I take you out and get you some real food and we can explore our FEELINGS” says snapping his fingers taking you on your first real date.

Lucifer

You had always known the devil to be evil. From a child your taught the devil, ruler of hell will punish the naughty. Growing up you learnt about how the Winchesters had met the devil, how Sam had been his meat suit. How he wanted to destroy the earth.

After meeting the Lucifer your mind began to change. He was witty, always found a way to make you laugh. He oozed danger and gave a whole new meaning to hot as hell. But what you found out was most of what you grow up to be taught was a spin on the truth. Firstly hell punished sinners not Lucifer personally, next how God made him a bad guy, the villain of his story and lastly you found a sweet side of him no one saw.

You first kissed about a month ago and since then your closeness had become noticeable. Today it was just you and Lucifer alone in the bunker. Sam and Dean off on a hunt, asking you to keep an eye on their newest house guest.

You both laid in bed cuddled up after taking full advantage of the alone time. You had your head on his chest eyes closed, enjoying your night of passion with the devil.

Lucifer watched you happy to see a peaceful look on your face as his hand made small circles on your shoulder. You favourite film on the telly making up background noise.

“I think I love you” he said calmly like it was nothing, no like it was such an important thing to say. Your eyes flew open, lifting your head to look at him.

“did you just say you think you love me?” you ask in disbelief.

“well I’ve never felt love but if these movies are right, they show love as someone you care about, who you want to spend all your time with. Someone who makes you feel happy in a way no-one else does. Someone you want to hold and kiss all the time” as he spoke he pulled you into an embrace, kissing the top of your head.

“Someone you’d die for someone you’d do absolutely anything for including being a better person. So if all that’s what love is? Then yes I love you because that’s how I feel about you and when I’m around you.”

You bit your lip hiding the Cheshire cat smile on your face. “that sounds like love to me” you say leaning up to place a small sweet peck on his lips. “I know it’s love its exactly how I feel about you, I’ve loved you for a while now Lucifer”. You tell him.

He cups your face pulling you into a more passionate, meaningful kiss. “well then I do love you” he says. You smile you’d hadn’t just fallen for the devil but he’d fallen for you too.

#Supernatural #dean winchester x you #crowley x reader #dean winchester x reader #lucifer x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural fluff #dean winchester #crowley king of hell #Lucifer #lucifer imagine #crowley imagine #supernatural drabble

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bibbykins · 4 years

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Penumbric Commitments (M)

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!! I wrote this up real quick yesterday, so please forgive any lacking in quality, but I had the idea and absolutely sprinted with it! I hope you all enjoy and look forward to the next full length fic I post, which I gave a not so little hint in here to!

Warnings: 18+, unhealthy relationship, manipulation, yelling, rough sex, light bondage, the usage of a belt as wrist restraints (consensual), brief fingering, male cumming inside, talking about not wanting a child, daddy kink, threatening to leave, offering to kill someone, semi-graphic talks of killing someone

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: Soft Yandere, Mafia! Au

Summary: Hindsight says Namjoon so easily complying with not having children was too easy considering his position in the business and the nightmare his parents had readily become. What you didn't realize was how far Namjoon was willing to prove to you he meant what he said that day: all you both ever need is each other.

Note: this is a canon drabble apart of the Silhouetted Bonds fic linked here

It's times like these that you regret getting a traditional clock. The ticking was incessant and daunting. It felt like it was getting closer and closer to your ear with the deafening silence it was slicing through. Analogs had to be the way to go, or better yet, none at all. The last thing you needed right now was a reminder of how much time has been spent at this table. Namjoon had sprinted home the moment his mother called him after your meeting with her.

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"Mrs. Kim, always a pleasure." You shook the older woman's hand with a tight smile.

She returned yours with an equally fake smile, "Please, you know you can call me mother." She chided, but nevertheless you stayed silent as you sat back down at the table in your home. It used to be mom.

It was 8 a.m. your mother in law wanted to meet, so to be petty, you stated 9 a.m. would be great. It's a shame that your relationship with her came to this, but truthfully, it was far from your fault.

While in the beginning she had been like a mother to you, things quickly took a steep downturn the moment Namjoon reintroduced you into his life. The woman who had once been lively, rebellious, and took charge became a demure, stoic, and merely content wife. She had given you talks about your duty as the wife of the boss and the expectations she expected you to fulfill nowadays as opposed to telling stories of her youth and teaching you how to bake eccentric treats. She had even admonished you for leaving Namjoon, an idea she gave you really. Since then, she had always stated your allegiance to the business and your own husband had yet to be proven in her eyes. The notion struck you to only provide her with business professional talks.

You had always known her and Namjoon's father had been a marriage of convenience, but there seemed to be intense love between them, at least at one point. You're not sure when that collapsed in your absence, and sure you felt bad,but you did not care for her patronizing tones. If Namjoon wouldn't retaliate, she almost definitely would've had you killed the moment you decided to leave her precious son.

"Now, I understand you're a busy woman, so I'll be chaste." She spoke as she took her seat, giving you a pointed look, "Do you feel as though you've made up for your betrayal?" This was obviously a trick question in her eyes, the simple answer being no.

However, you couldn't care less, "I have never betrayed anyone close to me, including Namjoon, if that's what you mean." You met her eyes with valor, "I don't see why you feel the need to ask such a silly question each time I see you."

She laughed humorlessly, "Maybe I'm hoping for the right answer to cross your stubborn mind." Truly, if Namjoon didn't love and cherish his parents so much you would've told her to fuck off and mind her business, maybe focus on her own shitty marriage, by now. Alas, Namjoon was a people pleaser and fiercely intent on being a filial son.

"You mean your answer to the question about how I feel?" You raised a brow, "Even when apart from Namjoon, I took no other man. I've never even lied to Namjoon, I've been nothing but an honest and hardworking wife after forgiving his own shortcoming in honesty." You watch her fist clench in her lap at the suggestion of her precious boy having a shortcoming of any sort, "A shortcoming well remedied, seeing as I'm still here." You chided lightly in spite of the heavy tension. You pitied your staff in this moment for having to watch this battle of wills.

"Sometimes husbands lie to… protect, their wives." She struggled to find the right words as she regurgitated what Namjoon's father undoubtedly told her one too many times. Misery loves company, and goodness, did she want you to be as miserable as her.

You returned her fake smile two fold before speaking, "That's lovely, but I don't need protecting from my husband, I need trust, honesty, respect." The final word made her back straighten, "I'd like to live in reality with him, not be shielded from it, but I respect what you wish for your own marriage, but this is what I like for mine."

She hummed in faux thought, "Very well, I can leave you to reflect on what marriage should be, you're still so young." You fought the urge to roll your eyes, "However, you're not that young…" This was a new addition, "When will I be receiving a grandchild?"

Your brows furrowed. Namjoon told you she took the news of no grandchildren quite well. He told you that she was informed of your no children rule mere days after you spoke the words. The radio silence on the topic of children each time you met with either of his parents confirmed much for you, and you had even found yourself quite proud of him for standing his ground with you. Surely, his parents are not nearly old enough to be so forgetful.

This was the first question in a while that made you falter, and you could see the satisfaction she gained from it, "Grandchildren? I'm unsure what you-"

"Namjoon told me the last time I visited him in prison, you wanted to wait for your fifth wedding anniversary before trying for children, isn't that coming up quite soon?" She raised a brow and you felt your heart shatter.

He lied to you. Again. He lied to you mere moments after you were ready to forgive him for lying to you the first time.

You let out a bitter laugh, "He did now?" She nodded and you shut your eyes for a moment, "It seems I've been made a fool of again." You sighed before looking as confusion crossed your mother-in-law's features, "I told Namjoon the very last time I visited him in prison that I did not want kids, ever."

"You know that's not possible for him, he's a successor." She laughed at your boldness.

"You know that he is an adult man with 6 brothers, biological or not, who will all marry one day, surely one of them will adopt or have a child." She scoffed at this, "I got my tubes tied years ago." This wiped the smile off her face.

"Does Namjoon know about this?" She snapped and you nodded with a bitter smile.

"He accompanied me to the appointment for moral support." You shot back.

"Well, your tubes can be untied and-"

"No." You deadpanned.

"No?" She mimicked in disbelief.

"If Namjoon requires a child, he will also require a new wife." Your voice was cold and you watched shock settle into the woman across from you, "With his habit of lying coming to light, he may have to find a new wife regardless."

She stood, "Don't be-"

"Please, do not waste your breath on orders I will not be following." You held your hand up to silence her.

"I'll call Namjoon, he can talk this out with you, so you can see things our way." She tried to sound reassuring as one of your staff rushed to see her out respectfully when you did not budge from your seat.

You stayed seated at the mahogany table, staring at your wedding ring. You didn't want to get a divorce. You loved Namjoon, more than anything, and yet, did he love you more than anything?

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You're not sure how long you stayed there, questioning everything, but it was enough time for Namjoon to come home. He ripped the door open, eyes searching frantically, ready to make sure you had not already left him before his eyes landed on your figure. From there, he took his seat across from you at the table and waited until he could no longer take the silence.

"Are you going to say anything?" Your husband's voice was calm, although fear was evident in his timbre.

You sucked your teeth and shrugged, continuing to look at your freshly manicured nails, "What's there to say?" Your voice was short, as if you were already tired of the conversation before it could even start, "You lied to me."

Your husband dropped his head into his hands and sighed, "Junebug, I'm sorry, I-"

"You embarrassed me, again." You look at him for the first time all night with a sharp glare, "Are you trying to find an excuse to divorce or do you just not care about me?"

"Neither!" His head shot up and he met your eyes with deep regret when he realized you were looking at him with the anger and hurt he found you with all this years ago, "I love you, more than anything-"

"Obviously not!" You snapped, "Do you have any idea how it feels to explain to your shitty and judgy mother in law that, in spite of what her precious son said, you had no plans to have children, that you got your fucking tubes tied?!" Namjoon sighed, either in shame or pain, "Were you just hoping that would come around? That I'm such a fickle woman that I don't mean what I say?"

His brows furrowed, "No, if I thought that, why did I let you get your tubes tied?!"

"Let me?" Your voice was mockingly soft, "You let me, huh?" You cocked your head slightly and he closed his eyes in frustration, "How fucking charitable of you, my sweet husband, master of the fucking house, to let your dumb little wife make a choice for her body!" You stood, "How considerate of you to play supportive husband only to fold the moment your mother asks you a question-"

"You know what my duty as the only son is!" It was his turn to raise his voice, but he immediately regretted it as he saw your eye twitch.

"And you knew my stance on kids before you got out of prison." You seethed, "You know why I don't want a fucking kid, nor do I plan to fold on my stance, because I'm all I've got left there." Namjoon's mouth parted slightly before he pressed his lips together.

"It's not my fault you don't want a kid because you'd be a bad mother just like your own." The words left his mouth before he could even begin to consider the repercussions. He was about to open his mouth again to back track wildly, but it was far too late as you took a step back, the weight of his words being too much to take from across the table.

He watched hurt consume your irises for only the second time in his life, the first time being mere hours before you left him for years, before you made him promise to never betray you like that again as a condition for you to come back to him. A condition that he evident did not adhere to in your eyes. "Do you want to know what made my mother such a bad mother?" He watched as the embers of rage within your eyes were only stoked by his reflection in your pupils, although he could see a thin layer of moisture begin to build up, pain, "You know, like I would be?" Your words were almost mocking as he stayed eerily still, "An unsupportive, isolating, and shitty sorry excuse for a fucking husband." Your word hit him like a truck.

Unsupportive. Isolating. Sorry excuse for a husband.

You weren't wrong right now. He felt shitty. He knew he should've just stood his ground. His parents didn't matter if it meant losing you, "I didn't mean that, what I said about-"

"You're right." A tear fell and he felt his heart shatter, "So if you want a kid, it'll have to be with someone else."

"I don't want anyone else, I never have!" He made his way to you as you weakly stepped back, "You're all I need." His voice was soft as he went to grab your hand, but you pulled away.

"You said that last time." Your tears were beyond your control as you wiped at them in vain, "You said that mere days before you told your mom that we were going to have kids and you told me your mom took the news well." You sniffled, "You lied to me, I can't believe that you lied to me and let me just walk around like a fool believing you, again!"

He was stunned silent again. You were right. He had lost his back bone under the strict gaze of his parents and folded under pressure. He betrayed you, and all he could do was hope for your forgiveness.

You shook your head as he remained mute, "I need some time." You went to walk past him and to the door but he engulfed you in a hug, "Namjoon!" You struggled weakly to pull him from you but froze when you heard a sniffle.

"Please, don't go." He begged as he held you close, "I can't lose you again, I'm so sorry, please."

You fought sobs from escaping your mouth, "You lied to me, and your mom-"

"I'll kill her if you want me to." He spoke and your blood ran cold at his tone. He was serious, "My mom and my dad, I'll tell them we're not having children and if they can't handle that, they can leave us alone or die."

Your eyes were wide, tears frozen in time. Namjoon loved his parents. He was always a kid intent on surpassing their expectations, and he had made that clear to you when you started dating in highschool. You were his only sign of rebellion. He was intended to marry a woman from an affluent family, but he met you. You had figured that would be where his rebellion ended, but here he was, handing his parent's hearts in your hands and awaiting orders.

"Joonie, y-you can't mean-" You sputtered to reason but he only held you tighter.

"Or even if you just want me to kill them, I will, with my own hands of course, nobody else can know." His remained headstrong in his resolve, stroking your hair, "I don't care what I have to do to keep you with me." He kissed the top of your head, "You are the only person, the only thing on this Earth that matters to me I cannot live without you."

A sick, and extremely twisted part of you wanted to call your mother-in-law and say, "Hah!" You wanted to rub it in her face that her son, in spite of everything, chose you. Her precious boy has been yours for years now. However, your sanity slipped through the cracks as you shook your head again.

"You love your parents." You shook your head as you cried into his chest, "And if you felt that way, why would you lie to me?"

He sniffled, "I was weakened, not 100% sure you would truly accept me with open arms and I panicked when they asked." He sighed, "I know it's pathetic and I know I seemed like I knew we would make it, but I didn't know that. They never brought it up after that so I naively thought they would forget and when they asked me again, I would tell them the truth and-"

"You're so stupid." You cried harder into his chest and felt him nod, "If you're scared to face your parents, tell me, and we'll do it together." You were surely ruining his dress shirt, but he stroked your hair soothingly, "Your mom has been calling me a shitty wife for years and after today, she must truly believe it, and I-I should take some time-" Namjoon held you, arms sliding down your body as he got down to his needs and you felt your heart drop, and you gasped, "Stop, don't-"

You tried to help him up but he grabbed your wrists as he looked up at you with tear stained cheeks and eyes as wet as yours, shaking his head at your frantic protests as he kissed your hands and your wedding ring tenderly, "I can't lose you again." His voice was weighty with sorrow at the thought of you being away from him, "You matter more to me than my duty as a successor does, than my parents do, even more than this whole fucking business." He rubbed his cheek against your hand in desperation as you stood frozen from the shock of Namjoon begging on his knees with the utmost humility. The most powerful man in the city, undoubtedly the country as well, was on his knees crying and begging you to stay, "If killing my parents is what I have to do to prove it, I will. Name how you want it done, when you want it done, and I'll do it." He was dead serious and he could tell you knew it as tears spilled onto your cheeks even more, "You're a better wife than I deserve, and all I can ever hope is to be even a fraction of the husband you deserve, and I'm sorry I've been missing the mark." This made your face twist in pain, regret. Namjoon, up until today, had been nothing short of perfect, and even now he was making up for it, "Almost losing you nearly killed me, and-and I get that sometimes people need time to calm down but I would just prefer you beat the shit out of me instead-"

"I didn't mean that either!" You cried out as you sunk down to your knees to hug the sobbing man before you, "You aren't a sorry excuse for a husband, you're just a goddamn idiot, and I didn't want time I just didn'twant to see your stupid face because I was so angry." You laughed as he did for a moment, "Above all else, you're an amazing husband. I love you, always have, I just hate when you lie-" Your voice in his ear was like heaven as he felt a weight lift of his shoulders.

He grabbed your legs to wrap around his waist before you could properly settle onto your knees. He held you close and he soothed your cries, "I haven't lied to you since, I can promise you that." He sighed and you scoffed, "You don't have to believe me. I'm just asking you to stay with me so I can prove it over time."

"I'm...I'm not leaving you." You sighed into his neck before he pulled you back to trap your lips between his as he kissed your with a vigorous passion. When you returned his kiss with an equal amount of desperation, he began to stand with you in his arms before promptly laying you on the couch, never detaching his mouth from yours the whole time.

You settled into the velvet cushions as he ground himself into your sex, making you gasp, "I love you, my darling." He murmured into your mouth while one of his hands slid your dress up and your panties to the side before brushing his fingers across your pussy and groaning at your wetness, "Oh fuck, you're so wet, baby." His mouth went to your ear as you moaned, threading your fingers into his hair, "Was it me promising to kill for you or me getting onto my knees that did it, hm?" He rubbed slow circles over your clit and you gasped, "You get off on me spilling blood for you? You get wet by me demeaning myself to keep you right here, where you belong?"

"Yes, daddy, I do- fuck!" You clutched his hair harder as his finger slipped in and your hips wiggled impatienly, "Just fuck me, I don't care about being stretched, fuck me."

Too desperate to even hesitate, Namjoon undid his belt, ripping it from his trousers as he secured your wrists within the leather garment, as he had done many times before. He undid your belt as he pushed your arms up and his pants down with his boxers. He slid into you with a deep groan that you matched with a wanton moan. He fucked himself into you feverishly, wasting no time in chasing your high as his nimble finger went down to stimulate your clit, "I love you so fucking much, y/n." He groaned as he felt you tighten, "I don't care who I have to kill to prove it, I'll even let you watch the light drain from their fucking eyes if it means you'll stay with me."

You moaned out as he whispered gruesome threats to the outside world intermingling with sweet nothings as he held the belt around your wrists,using it as leverage to fuck you harder. If you were sane, you would not be getting closer and closer to orgasm as he cursed the rest of the world into painful deaths just to have you as his wife, but here you were, clenching around him and opening your legs further so he can go deeper, "Shit, I'm gonna cum!" You cried out, arms going over Namjoon's head so you could pull him down to you by the neck and kiss his lips messily.

His hand went from your clit as he wrapped his arm around you to hoist you up and slam himself into you further, "That's right baby, cum for daddy and I'll give you my cum." He cooed in spite of the strain to keep himself from busting you before you get your release. His words only threw you over the edge as you climaxed, hurdling him into his own. He fucked his cum into you like always and you moaned lightly until he was done.

He held himself inside of you as you both gained your breath again, exchanging occasional kisses, "You don't have to kill them, you know." You spoke finally "Although, I won't be so cordial with their bullshit anymore."

He nodded, "I'm by your side, Junebug, forever and always." You smiled before kissing him.

"And I, you." You hummed blissfully.

"We have everything we need between just the two of us, I promise." He smiled against your kiss while you nodded, "You'll be the only one calling me daddy for the rest of out lives- hey!" You smack his chest lightly as you both laughed blissfully, letting the seriously twisted shit that just transpired be a simple part of the past.

"Your mom is a bitch." You giggled tiredly as he chuckled.

"Don't worry about being nice to her if you don't want to, I have my priorities straight." He gave you another kiss that you returned with glee.

As he was cleaning you up, your hazy mind allowed you to feel smug at the fact that you just saved your shitty in-laws from certain death. You were their ticket to life. You were their precious successor's priority. You were his only true love.

Namjoon watched with nothing but love as he tucked your sleeping form into bed. Thinking on it now, he doesn't know if he could even stand the idea of you loving a child as much as you loved him. He enjoyed his monopoly over your affection, and a child would only throw a wrench in that for him. Taehyung liked kids, Jungkook seemed like a family man, maybe even Hoseok if that new girl he's saying is as serious for him as he says. All it took was one kid to carry on the business, so you didn't need to worry your pretty little head about it.

All you had to worry about was staying by his side and all he had to worry about was being a good enough husband to keep you there. He kissed your forehead as he held you closer to him, texting his mom the next time she disrespects you or his marriage, there would be consequences.

You were the only person he needed. He would do anything to make you understand that.

The ticking of the clock was nowhere to be heard as you laid in Namjoon's arms. You snuggled into him as you caught sight of the thinly veiled threat he sent to his own mother on account of your feelings. He was yours just as much yours were his and the victory of it all had never tasted so sweet. His heartbeat was all you could hear, steady, loving, and to the beat of the drum you commanded.

You both wouldn't have it any other way.

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love, between the shadow and the soul

chenford | drabble | post-canon | title: sonnet xvii - pablo neruda

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Look, Tim Bradford did not get attracted to rookies, okay? In all the years he had been a TO, none had grabbed his attention. Not when he and Isabelle were dating, or married, or when she disappeared into the night with a trail of illicit affairs and a shot of heartache for him. Dozens of young women had sat in that car beside him and never ever had he let their femininity distract him. He served his country. He fought wars overseas. He looked Death right in the eye every single day and never blinked.

But then came officer Lucy Chen. He instantly knew the type of cop she’d be the second she turned in her seat, meeting his gaze for the first time, and nervously smiled at him. Nerves were normal, he was aware, but the doe-eyed look and the hopeful grin sold her out. No mystery. Just another young cop that would either slip through the cracks by the exam by tanking their grade due to stress, or she’d become a desk duty cop — one that stayed far from danger, that handled life with a perpetual softer touch ‘cause of her shrink parents.

Nothing wrong with that, Bishop would chastise him. Every cop had its use, she’d add. Sure, that might be true, but Tim didn’t want to babysit an armed toddler waiting for it to cry and call for mom. With just a couple well-placed Tim-tests, she’d be out of his hair in no time and then he could cross his fingers for a better recruit in the following weeks.

Life had the ability to change in a snap though — their funny, yet stern reminder that the universe called the shots, not the gun in his holster, or the rulebook. He got shot. Officer Chen backed him up. Her stubborn, yet brazen, yet honest attitude reeled him in just enough to ignore her little quirks she always joyfully displayed in the shop. Whenever he didn’t nip her ramblings in the bud fast enough, she babbled on and on about her personal life, her personal issues and relationships, like they were best friends (They weren’t! Boots and him never befriended!), like their relationship was anything more than a transactional training period. They got each other’s six. That was it.

But fuck, man. She got under his skin, too.

Lucy wore this… really nice perfume. A lot of female officers had make-up and perfume on, allowed a small sliver of self-expression, and he and Lopez had spend countless hours in a shop together. He was used to it. But somehow, Lucy’s stuck in his nose and didn’t leave. He felt like a creep, thinking about the blend of cardamom and oranges and cherry blossoms mixing with her warm skin, uncontrollable while also wanted. He wanted to fantasise about that fucking perfume of hers, a realisation that took a long time to come to terms with.

That didn’t mean he liked her though — he quickly corrected himself the first time he caught the pattern of behaviour — all it meant was that Lucy had good taste in perfume. Case closed.

So why did he linger whenever her shimmery eyes flicked up at him, why did his breath catch in his throat when her voice dropped to that infuriating sincerity as she uttered words of appraisal? Why his heart go haywire when she recorded all those audio books for him; an out of line gesture and overzealous task for a boot, which would normally result in him laughing their face.

Tim never thought he’d get over Isabelle, nor did he ever believe he’d have his happily ever after with Rachel, but with Lucy he foolishly hoped for more. A more that came from such a stupid and deluded place, probably fostered through months of loneliness and the Pavlovian response to her perfume, but one he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop it. The man was always in control about everything, ran his own tests and went over every possible outcome every day, every hour — and yet he didn’t see her coming. Lucy Chen had been right under his nose and he hadn’t been prepared for the ground to disappear beneath his feet; something that should honestly get him fired. The callousness of his emotions while entertaining the idea of a relationship with his own boot sentenced him straight to P2 or desk duty, or whatever.

Lucy deserved someone better, anyway.

Someone that understood her love for sage and cleansing homes. Someone that liked veggie burgers, chai lattes, karaoke nights and social media lurking. Someone that wouldn’t hesitate for one second to open her door for a teenage girl in need of safety and a little bit of that Chen-love. Someone that wasn’t any of those firemen assholes, but wasn’t Tim either.

He never let his insecurities get the best of him, but after seeing her thrive as a P2 without him, handling undercover stints like a pro, conquering her trauma of being buried alive, it only showcased that she had more bravery in her index finger than some army members had in their entire body, all while staying innately kind. Of course Tim lost his mind over her. Of course he tried shaping officer Barnes to be more like Lucy — more sun and bite and charisma, less army BS. Of course, of course, of course. Even Rosalind, the person he hated most besides Caleb, had him figured out in seconds. He was obvious as hell.

Which was why he had to move stations. Away from the Mid-Wilshire Division and to another. He couldn’t be around her anymore and risk compromising missions or attacks. He didn’t tell Angela the details, though her knowing look said enough, and simply replied that she’d miss him and that she was sure the chief would happily reinstate him any time.

He should’ve known that information leaked through like a wildfire.

The morning of his resignment, uniform neatly folded in his locker, Lucy stopped him in the hallway with the most befuddled expression he’d ever seen.

“What?” he said.

“What the hell,” she exclaimed. “You’re leaving and I have to hear it from Angela? Why’re you…? You love this division. Is everything okay?”

Shouldering past her, he drawled over his shoulder: “Everything’s fine, officer Chen. I’d advise you to put on your uniform and get to roll call.”

“Don’t pull this crap with me,” she bit back, latching onto his arm before he was out of reach. His feet reflexively stopped in place, stupidly waiting on her to finish her train of thought. “Tim, you can tell me if something’s wrong. We’ve been through… way too much for you to act this cold with me.”

He scoffed, feigning mockery, and put his hands on his hips. “We? Chen, I was your TO. That’s it. Get it out of your head it was more.”

Lucy blinked, once, twice, a hurt expression crossing her features, followed by disbelief and a quiet contempt he had become awfully familiar with. Swallowing back the regret, he watched as she pursed her lips and took a step back. “Wow. Okay.”

“Don’t take it personally.”

“Hard not to, officer Bradford,” she muttered. Turning to the locker rooms, she added, “Talk to me when you’re ready to not be an asshole.”

That should’ve been his cue to let her go and resume his trek to sergeant Grey, but a whiff of her fragrance wafted in his face from her dancing curls and any sensical thought was knocked out his head. He wanted to embrace her and burrow his face in her hair, he wanted to hold her with intent, he wanted to kiss the scent off her skin. His feet followed her instead, both fully aware and totally impulsive at once. He chose the excuse of loving a good argument with her to then utter: “I’m not an asshole, Chen. I’m honest.”

“If you’re honest, you’d admit that we’ve been very close friends these past months,” she exhaled, refusing to look him in the eye. He supposed he deserved that. Stopping in front of her locker, she continued with, “Distorting your own reality to fit your macho narrative isn’t healthy. Also, this is the women’s locker room. Out. Now.”

Tim sputtered out a laugh and crossed his arms. “Macho narrative? Please.”

Lucy’s eyes narrowed, all air sucked out the room at the intensity of her stare, and Tim felt himself flailing, suddenly wondering why the hell he wanted to turn in his badge when the only place he could have moments with lucy was, well, here. Why was he giving up on this, how silly it might be?

With a resolute voice, she said, “Tim, why are you resigning?”

Nothing in his entire career prepared him for this. Tim Bradford had survived Iraq and Afghanistan, twelve years of the LAPD and counting, a deadly virus, hundreds of bullets taken by the vest and felt the power of death on the blue lips of Lucy in the quiet countryside. Fear got pushed aside. Pride pulled him forward, onwards. But right now, he had to take a leap of faith — the sole thing he never relied on, but Lucy did — and trust she’d be there after the fall.

(He wanted to be that amazing someone for her.)

“Because of you,” he whispered. His fight or flight told him to run for the first time in forever, but he kept his feet glued to the floor.

Her jaw fell slack in shock. “E-excuse me? Me?! I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“Exactly,” he spit. “You… you’re…” Tim sighed. “You’re the best, Lucy.”

Faltering, her brows furrowed in utter confusion, a grain of her fury replaced with compassion. He wasn’t sure if that was warranted. All he was trying to do was get it off his chest, confess, before it escalated to insurmountable heights. “I don’t think I understand.”

“Uh…”

“You’re resigning, because I’m the best?” she tried to deduce. “No offense, any other day I’d be dancing right now, but this is just…” She gestured at him. “So weird.”

Tim let out a miserable sigh and ripped the band-aid off. Fuck it. “I’m trying to be honest about my feelings, Lucy.”

She froze. “What?”

“I like you. A lot.” Her wonderstruck expression didn’t make him feel better, so he quickly added: “Which is why I gotta decrease the risk of this exploding in our faces and go.”

“Whoa!” Lucy’s hand wrapped around his, eyes wide and searching, like any empirical data would be found within his green irises, otherwise known as fondness and unresolved tension with every quiet moment they had. “Is this… another test? Are you getting back at me for pranking you?”

He quirked a brow. “You’re a P2 now. Tests are over.”

“Right,” she quipped, catching herself. She let go of him and nervously tucked a lock behind her ear. “Yeah. Okay. And you’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. O-kay. Let me, uh…” the locker swung open “… wrap my head around this.”

“It’s a pretty easy thing to—”

“Tim.”

“Yeah, okay.” He backed off, hating how the control was out of his hands now, how he practically shoved his heart in her grip and her pretty fingers could crush it to dust if she wanted to. “I’ll let you do that.”

Walking out the locker room, he took a deep breath and straightened up his face. Alright. He royally screwed that over. If his army buddies knew, they’d all laugh in his face and tease him for the rest of his life. But at least he told her and got his answer, that a relationship was off the table but that they could save their friendship once he switched divisions and some distance mended his twisted, inside-out heart. Lucy had rocked his world and all she had to do was exist.

“Tim!”

“Wha— wow!”

Her body crashed into him the second he turned around to her beautiful voice, Lucy’s arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down to her level ‘til all he experienced were her sweet eyes and breathless smile and a kiss. Lucy kissing him, slow and tentative, but it lit his heart aflame and urged him to hold onto her. Her perfume was all-encompassing, nose full of the fragrance and the soft slope of her neck and long, brown hair and fuck, he was kissing Lucy Chen. Except he didn’t care if the entire precinct idly watched by, or if she yanked him out the building on impulse, or anything — ‘cause he was kissing her and it was perfect. Her plump lips were better than he ever imagined.

Her hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, arms and then his hands, squeezing. His forehead pressed against hers, embarrassingly weak in the knees from that incredible kiss that he didn’t dare to stand up straight. Two silly grins broke loose on their faces. He had no clue what to do now, or not do, but he did know he wanted her. He wanted everything.

Lucy decided for him.

“Don’t go,” she whispered.

Tim smiled. “Okay.”

#testing the waters... figuring out their voices...#chenford #the rookie fanfiction #the rookie x pablo neruda overlap is the funniest thing about this whole thing #the rookie

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youamongthemelissas · 3 years

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hi mwah <3

may i have a scenario with zoro being a brat who doesn't want to go down on his girl, but she just puts in his place by sitting on his face? 👀

ara ara, it seems that the fifteen hours I've been sleeping have made me reap the rewards uwu

well, I really hope you like the result and that those 3,3k words make up for the delay in my writer's block. i've only reviewed it a few times because i'm really really sleepy right now, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes! :(

warning: oral sex (giving and receiving), fingering, face sitting, etc. only for +18. smut everywhere

Zoro and I had known each other for almost two years, but he changed his position from hookup to boyfriend two months ago. Our chaotic relationship started at a horrible party. Everything that night was horrible, except when the handsome guy approached me offering his help when some ramshackle human being spilled water on my shirt. To complete my disaster, the outfit I wore was white and cotton, so it marked the contours of my breasts just right. Damn day I decided to leave my house without wearing a bra. Too embarrassed, I just crawled into the bathroom – which didn't even have a lock – and waited for the crowd to dwindle or for my shirt to dry so I could get out of that unhealthy place. But fate didn't have the best plans for me, as I saw the bathroom door open and a man enter that cubicle.

"This is the ladies' wc, you know?" I informed the guy angrily.

“I know,” he replied simply. "I saw the whole scene, so I decided to come make sure you're okay."

I arched my brow and stared at him with half-closed eyes. Was he feeling okay? I looked for signs of drunkenness in him, but his voice was steady and he looked too sober.

“Very nice of you, but you can't just lock yourself together with a strange woman in a cubicle. You know, I can interpret this as sexual harassment!” I snapped.

“Oh, fine. I was going to lend you my shirt so you could wear it and wouldn’t have to wait for yours to dry, but I see you don't need my help. Bye and sorry for the inconvenience,” and so he left, not giving me a chance to respond.

I cursed the Universe, but then I stopped myself because a tarot reader had informed me that a situation like this could happen throughout the week and I didn't listen. In the end, it was my fault for being a stubborn and skeptical one.

I really couldn't tell how long I was locked in that fetid cubicle, but when my t-shirt dried enough not to leave me practically naked from the waist up, I walked out and saw the same guy as before, he was talking to a red haired girl, actually it looked more like an argument was going on between them by his annoyed expression and her restless gestures. Would she be his girlfriend? Was the discussion focused on me and the bathroom incident? Well, I wouldn't stay there to find out and risk getting hit by the girl for something that wasn't my fault. He was the one who entered the ladies' room with an unknown woman!

And my disastrous night ended when I lay in my bed and turned off the light to finally sleep and erase all memories of the party from my head. But that boy's face has not left my mind.

The days followed normally, and when I was already forgetting the cool guy, I saw him for the second time in a bakery. He wore the same shirt that day of the party and sweatpants. His sleepy face gave away that he had just woken up and had just left the house to go buy bread for breakfast. He saw me but pretended not to. I got the feeling I should have apologized for the misunderstanding, but he was already making the request. Luckily, we were assisted together as soon a second attendant appeared who assisted me as well.

As soon as we paid the bill, we silently left the place and I got a chance to talk to him as we were heading in the same direction.

“Hey,” I called him, being ignored. "Boy, wait a minute"

“What is it, girl?”, he snapped at me sharply.

“I wanted to apologize for the misunderstanding… Seriously, I was just freaked out by a guy walking me into the bathroom…”, I was sincere.

"It's all right. Go on with your life in peace.”

“And you had a girlfriend, right? Like, you were still wrong in the end…” I couldn't hold my mouth before needling him.

This time he stopped abruptly and turned to me, making me smack my face into his chest.

"Girlfriend? First you accuse me of sexual harassment and now besides being a harasser you think I'm a traitor?”

“I didn't accuse you of anything! Except the girlfriend part. You and that red haired girl seemed to be fighting really bad, like boyfriends do,” I clarified.

“Redhead girl?” he seemed to search his memory for what I was referring to. “Nami? God forbid me dating that devil woman! She's not my girlfriend, and we were fighting because…”, he stopped mid-explanation. “This is none of your business, girl. But she's not my girlfriend,” he ended the pseudo-argument.

I nodded and went on my way.

“How long will you follow me? Now I can interpret that you're a deranged stalker”, he told me right after we turned down the same street, after walking close for a few meters.

“I'm not following you, my house is on this way”, I replied.

And that's how I found out that we lived in the same condominium.

Although I clearly remember the first two times we met, I can't say when exactly we started to change our cat-and-mouse relationship and elevate it to a more intimate one. Maybe it was when he fucked me for the first time in the laundry room in the building. I was taking my clothes out of the machine while he put his clothes in another one, and then we looked at each other and as if we had the same idea, he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up to put me sitting on top of the machine he had just finished stuffing with his own clothes, putting it to work and taking me in a kiss while taking off my panties. When he entered me, I moaned loudly, but the sound was drowned out by the shrill noise of that old machine. Zoro confessed to me later that he chose precisely that one so my moans could not be heard. I think it was the most insane thing I did, because at any moment someone could come and catch us, but luckily for us that only happened after Zoro had cum on my thighs and taken me off that old thing. It was weird walking with my legs sticking together because of his cum, but I didn't have time to clean up, just lift my panties and straighten my skirt before passing the newcomer, who didn't seem to have noticed our presence.

After our first sex, we didn't get apart anymore. We couldn't be alone as we caught fire and had sex wherever we were.

As time went by, we calmed down and our meetings became more spaced, but our chemistry didn't extinguish even a little bit during these almost two years, on the contrary, it only earned us the beginning of dating. And we became more than just hookups, we became friends too, those who know about each other's lives and I got to know Nami, the red-haired friend he was fighting that night at the party. I came to discover that they could never be boyfriends, because she loved money and women.

Everything with Zoro was almost perfect. He was a good boyfriend, and even though we're two hotheads, we never fought. There are always dialogues in our relationship and this helps a lot to avoid unnecessary fights. Besides, sex is wonderful, everything just right, except for one small thing that bothers me. We combine a lot in bed, I always try to please him and give him pleasure at all times. I've lost count of how many blowjobs I gave him and how many times I let him cum in my mouth, but the problem is that he never even gave me oral sex. And that makes me a little frustrated and scared. Was the problem with me? I took good care of myself, but he always shifted position when I tried to get him down on me.

One day, while I watched him playing his favorite game, I stroked his hair.

“Babe?”, I called him.

“Hm?” he mutters, not moving an inch.

“Do I disgust you?” I asked bluntly.

"What? Where did you get this ideia?”, he turns abruptly to face me, doing something wrong in the game because soon there are some curses directed at him in the chat.

“It's just a question.” I shrugged.

“It can't be just a question. For you to ask me that, there's definitely a reason behind it,” he replied, no longer looking at the TV screen, and not realizing that he was being offended by the other players. Damn virgins.

“Nevermind…”, I hesitated, unable to let myself be affected by the comments, which weren't even for me. "Your game friends are very angry with you."

"Fuck them, the issue here is you.", he held my face with both hands, making me look at him. “Tell me what made you think about it,” he looks deep into my eyes, almost reading my soul and I immediately regret opening my mouth. But it was too late, lying was out of the question, because he knows very well when I lie, so I had no choice but to tell the truth.

“You never gave me an oral. So I deduced that the problem is with me”, I said at last and he let me go.

It was his turn to shift the focus to another corner.

“It's nothing to you, it's me who is the problem. I've never done that to any women, and in the movies I see them “squirt”, what if that happens?” He looked a little frustrated and embarrassed.

I got up from my seat and stopped standing in front of him, making him glare at me.

“You have to stop thinking real life is a big porn movie, Roronoa,” I said, putting my index finger on his forehead. “I really admire you knowing how to fuck without looking like a caveman”, I said that last sentence more to myself.

“Hey!” he heard and seemed offended. "It hurts, okay?"

“Sorry, but that is nothing but the truth”, I rolled my eyes.

Even though he didn't suck me when we had sex later, the seed of doubt was already planted in his head.

I know this, because days later he was more committed to making me cum. Before he seemed to care only about his pleasure, but after our conversation, he even put his fingers to work on my clit – which were presented by me –, as he moved in and out of me, until I came on his fingers. It felt good, but I wanted to feel his tongue down there, and wanted to see his head between my legs. I wanted so badly to squirm in pleasure beneath him as he sucked everything I had to offer him.

When the dream day finally arrived, all my thoughts turned opaque as I felt him hug me from behind and lean his body against mine as his lips found the skin of my neck.

“Do you know how hot you look wearing my shirt?” he asked huskily, pressing me closer to his body, making my ass fit into his crotch. And I already felt it was hard. "Even more so I know you're not wearing anything under it."

I couldn't hold back the moan as I felt his fingers travel up my waist until they reached my breasts under the fabric. He squeezed it first and then circled the nipple with his finger, making it hard. He knew how sensitive I was in that area. And to my delight, he lowered his other hand to between my legs, and slid it to find my sex, which was already starting to get wet.

When I was in his apartment, I liked to have just one piece of clothing. Walking around his house half-naked was one of the most satisfying things for me, because I knew that anytime we were going to get laid and being too undressed would get in the way of the process. So I opted to wear just a pair of panties or a T-shirt with nothing underneath, as was the case now.

He removed his hand from my body and pulled me away, but only to pick me up and take me to his bed, where he laid me down and leaned over me and started kissing me.

His kiss tasted like the whiskey he drank a few minutes ago. I ran my hands over his body and scratched him lightly on his back, inside his shirt. He ended the kiss and rolled off of me, but only to undress. I watched the scene intently, looking at each piece of skin that was revealed to me little by little. When he took off his underwear and his cock popped out, I felt my mouth water. He was there in front of me, completely naked.

I got rid of his t-shirt I was wearing and crawled until I was close to his body, took his hard member in my hands and started masturbating before putting it in my mouth. Unconsciously, I reared my hips up, and ran my tongue over the glans, tasting the pre-cum. Without waiting, I felt him lean over to smack my ass, and it made his cock almost hit my throat, making me gasp. I pulled it out of my mouth, gasping for air, but went back to sucking on it. When I relaxed, I put him in one piece and this time I got used to that intruder so deep, and I heard him grunt. He loved when I swallowed him like that, but before I could make him cum, he gently withdrew from my mouth and lay down on the bed, turning me to stand beside him.

He kissed me again and wrapped his hands around my waist and slid them to my ass, where he slapped my ass, making me moan into his mouth.

We made out until he was on top of me, making me feel his hard cock on my thigh as he kissed my neck and played with my nipples.

I was already throbbing with lust, and it got worse when he slid his fingers to my clit and touched his fingertip to that sensitive spot, making me arch into him. But he did nothing but tease me, and I wanted him to use his tongue this time to bring me to orgasm. For that reason, I forced his head down and he got the message, surprisingly trailing kisses down my body, but before he got there he stopped and returned the kisses to where they were before, leaving me frustrated.

I sighed in annoyance, and shifted our positions, getting on top of him. I positioned myself right on top of his cock, and I fit my pussy there, not to slide him inside, but to rub myself there. He liked my boldness a lot, but I abruptly left the place until I was positioned right in his mouth. I felt him startle under me, but it was too late because I was already sitting pretty well in his face, with my cunt snug in the place where I always wished it was. He showed no resistance, just ran the tip of his tongue over my clit and I closed my eyes, sighing.

At first, he was stuck and a little lost, but little by little he got used to it and now his whole tongue passed through my intimacy, sometimes sucking painfully. It was good for me and it was good for him too, because I felt him grip my thighs tightly, holding me in place as he penetrated me with his tongue. I saw stars. When he smeared the entire place and when my body showed signs of the first orgasm, nimbly and using a little force he took me off him and put me back on the bed, with my back to the mattress. I thought he had given up, but he again slid down my body and positioned himself between my legs, giving me that wonderful sight. Again he pressed his tongue against my clit.

Seeing him there, with his head buried in the place I'd always dreamed of, made a fire burn in my stomach, and my brain worked tirelessly on the new sensations his mouth was gaving me me.

And he looked very committed and thirsty. He was like someone who had gone days without even a drop of liquid and who had just found an inexhaustible source of pure water. And I was that source. And just the thought of having him thirsty for me was enough to give my boner more ammo and make my hips start working nimbly, looking for more contact. Zoro shaved every day, but there were already two that he didn't shave, so the growing hairs scraped the inside of my thighs when I moved my hips, leaving goose bumps.

His tongue explored every corner of my intimacy and his arms closed tightly around my legs as he brought one hand to one of my breasts and rested it there, squeezing every now and then as my body showed signs of orgasm.

He didn't let go of me when I came for the first time or when I screamed for the second. Instead, he circled my waist with his arms and held me immobile in place as he sipped every drop that dared escape from me. He showed no signs of satiating even when I scratched his shoulders or slapped him in the arms to get him to let go. In fact, it felt like it was just an extra boost for him when I was on the verge of madness, writhing in his mouth and thrashing around aimlessly for support and control of the spasms in my body.

He was both a sadist and a masochist at the same time, which is why I was so attracted to him.

When he released me, I was almost voiceless and completely shaky. I wouldn't be able to form an intelligible word, and his playful smile, which I saw blurred due to the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes, gave away his satisfaction at seeing me in that state.

When I finally composed myself and my heart stopped beating in my chest, pulse, and throat, I took a deep breath and stared at him. He was lying beside me, looking at me and running his hand down my face, lovingly.

“You look beautiful when you're coming”, was the first thing he said.

“You look handsome between my legs”, I returned the answer in the same tone.

He smiled and massaged his jaw, as if in pain.

“Too bad it takes so long to cum, my chin hurts”, he complained and I rolled my eyes.

“You didn't leave me after my first orgasm,” I accused. “For those who were afraid of giving me oral sex, you seemed to enjoy it a lot”, I continued, with a pout.

“I had no idea you were that tasty,” he said, smiling slightly. “Now you better get ready, because your taste has gone straight to the top of my favorite flavors”, he assured me, as he pulled me by the waist to glue my body to his.

I kissed his lips softly, and touched our foreheads, and he kissed me again, obscenely. It didn't take me long to be on my knees for him, determined to reward him for the multiple organs he gave me.

Seeing him from above, with his eyes closed and his expression filled with pure delight, made me want to feel his cock in the back of my throat to the point of gasping for air. But he refused to cum inside my mouth. He lifted me up and positioned me on all fours on the bed and placed the condom on his cock.

When he sank into me, I moaned loudly, too happy that my sex life with my boyfriend was perfect.

#zoro x reader #one piece boys #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #zoro imagine

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kpopordie · 3 years

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The problem with

Fu Ya Ning (푸야닝)

(So far: episode 4)

Many of us were first introduced to Fu Ya Ning as the girl that came in and dissed the beloved Yujin. With a little help from Mnet we had ourselves a good villain right from the start.

She was someone for the antis to root for, the drama seekers to love, and the CLC fans to rally against. But, really, she was someone to suck all of us viewers in. It worked. We all held our breath as we watched.

The Helicopter performance. This is where you really see her personality for the first time. Her strategy and her skill. She is talented and she knows it. She boldly projects confidence whether this is a front or not we do not know. It seems her plan here was find the biggest kid on the playground and punch her out- so to speak.

When it became known that Yaning’s threats were empty and edited with malice she became much less hated among fans. Although she still left a bad taste in many mouths.

Although, this plan did not work. Clearly she did not “Go up” considering Yujin made it into the top nine and Yaning did not. How this will determine her behavior later on is unknown.

When Yaning (let’s be real here) demanded the role of leader in episode 3, she confirmed her need to be in total control. Her reasoning being age.

“I’m 25. I’m the oldest.” Leaving no room for conversation or debate. Age being an important thing in Asian culture that must be respected by the young. This is not something you go against especially on national tv.

I personally feel Yaning showed her first major fault in leadership by abusing this. She TOOK power and made it about age. knowing very well if anyone younger than her spoke up it would be seen as disrespectful soiling their name like it has many other idols before them.

Let’s talk about You Dayeon

Fu Ya Ning handled this situation poorly continuously showing us her poor leadership skills.

Let’s review what was happening:

Dayeon was feeling confused and discouraged over rules set by Yaning that she felt didn’t make sense. Yaning told the girls they could only try out for one part. If you wanted another one that was too bad.

When Dayeon became overwhelmed it came out through tears, many of the teammates hugged her and asked her what was troubling her. This is where I want to praise Dayeon for not shutting down. She regained herself and spoke clearly explaining her confusion and asking Yaning to try out for more parts.

To this Yaning scolded her and twisted her words as if Dayeon was asking for special treatment. Yaning told her it wouldn’t be fair to the others, but it would, be if they could all try out for more parts. This left me wondering if Yaning feared losing her part since Dayeon originally tried out for hers.

Dayeon, again, expressed her wish to have been leader and regret in choosing Fu Ya Ning as a teammate.

Remember Dayeon not speaking up to become leader is not on her. Many idols have had issues being labeled disrespectful for simply speaking informally to a close friend. What were to happen if she decided to challenge Yaning for leadership who was already using age as a weapon?

After their interim evaluation the judges could tell though individually exceeding they failed to work as a team. Plus, some roles weren’t suited correctly- to this Dayeon nervously spoke up. Shyly, she explained what she was so harshly shut down for by her leader. The judges agreed with Dayeon and explained to Yaning why it’s important each member gets the part best suited for them. It’s not about being fair, it’s about finding how you fit together.

Though this was obviously Yaning’s shortcoming as a leader but somehow Dayeon seemed to take the heat for it. Dayeon ended up getting scolded by the judges and her teammates telling her she should have spoken up before the evaluation. - this was confusing considering she did.

Yaning did not take any responsibility for this mistake but instead blamed her team stating “How would I know if they don’t tell me?”

This was disappointing but not surprising. Yaning also seemed to miss the point. This wasn’t about the members wanting different parts it was about the members not fitting into their roles.

As leader Yaning created an unsafe environment. A place where almost all of the members felt the group was taking a turn for the worst but couldn’t say anything out of fear for the same treatment of Dayeon.

The Problem?

So what is the problem with Fu Ya Ning?

I believe Yaning has become focused on winning and cleared her mind of all others. She has lost the ability to connect and wants only to show her skills.

Though she is talented Yaning will be unable to learn/grow if she refuses to listen and work with teammates. She is still a trainee and has a lot to learn. If she could have befriended Yujin, instead, Yaning might have gained friendship and insight to the Kpop world rather than antis.

⚫️Redemption?⚪️

Do I believe Fa Ya Ning can be redeemed? Yes. I fully believe that Yaning can unlearn this all for one and one for me attitude. What Yaning is missing is the ability to work with a team.

If she can take a step back from this tough girl persona and learn how to connect and care for others I believe she will do great in girls planet 999.

If Yaning cannot get over herself then she needs to debut solo.

GP999 winners have a responsibility to bond with one another and work as a team. If she keeps going down this path I don’t believe she could fulfill that.

#fu yaning #Yaning #fu Ya Ning #gp999 #girls planet #girls planet 999 #produce 48 #produce 101 #you dayeon #yoo Dayeon #Yujin #Choi Yujin #kpop #kpop opinions #survival show #tiffany #sunmi #mnet #the eve

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