#We call this au our doll house and these are our dolls and we live in the doll house also

[god-of-this-new-blog]

“I miss them so much,” Light replies, and this, too, is unlike him; typically, getting emotional truth out of Light is worse than pulling teeth. His voice is so small. He feels so small in L's arms, even though he’s almost as tall as L is. “My family. I miss them so much. I miss my house. I miss my parents. I miss my sister. I miss my room.” He makes a wavering little noise. “I miss ⁠— everything. I miss trashy konbini food. I miss the city noise when I was falling asleep. I miss getting on the subway at rush hour and being crammed in against everyone's disgusting sweaty bodies and wanting to die even though I did it every day. But I miss them the worst. I feel so alone here. Everyone hates me. I want my mom.”

“Okay,” L says, petting Light’s hair awkwardly. He’s not good at this. He is, in fact, actively bad at this. “That’s understandable,” he continues. “It’s normal to be uncomfortable in a new place. And it’s normal to miss your family.”

“I’m never going to see them again,” Light says, and his voice is so tiny and miserable it’s almost a whimper. “Never, never, never.”

You might have thought of that before becoming the most prolific individual serial killer in the history of the entire world, L thinks but does not say. Instead, his hand trails down to rub Light’s back. Light is trembling, clinging close to L like L is the only thing tethering him to Earth.

“No, I don’t think you will,” L murmurs, low and gentle. — By the brilliant @dykelawlight

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

You knew with absolute certainty that you meant a lot to both Bucky and Steve — to them as themselves, and to their marriage, but you did not truly understand the depth of their devotion to you, not until a frosty, chilled morning where they revealed just how much they truly adored you.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ༄ Being spoiled by these two would be a dream come true. 😭

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ༄ @stuckybingo ჻჻჻ 𝗚𝟮 — Firefighter AU ჻჻჻ 𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗟𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 — Garnet — Masterlist ༄ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Wafts from Bucky and Steve’s coffees woke you slowly — earthy tones from Steve’s black brew to the sweetness of Bucky’s sugar overladen cup intermingled, dancing over your palette to entice you into the kitchen. 

That, however, didn’t mean you would hurry to leave the cocoon of blankets you were wrapped in. Not even when you heard quiet footsteps down the hall, or when the bedroom door creaked open to admit one of the two culprits. 

Their footsteps neared the edge of the bed, but you couldn’t discern just who it was, until, “Cherry, doll,” Steve cooed. “Time to get up, darlin’, Buck’s gettin’ restless. Took all a’me to keep him on the damned couch so he wouldn’t barrel in here and just pick you up—blankets an’ all.”

“No,” you grumbled, furrowing deeper into said blankets. “Not gettin’ up, Stevie.”

The mattress dipped as he sat down on the edge, right next to your hip. His warm hand rubbed up and down your back, and with a chuckle, he said, “I think you are, honey—we have a present for you.”

You blinked and peered over the mound of blankets to look into Steve’s bright eyes. “Present?”

“Present,” he repeated. The fabric of the covers rustled under his palm, and he cupped your ass over the plush material. “Get that cute butt up and you can see.”

“Ugh.”

The quiet atmosphere of the house was the first thing you noticed — not even a peep from Cap or Cleo, or even the hushed whispers of an excited Bucky to fill the air while you padded down the hallway. 

A steaming mug of your favourite, warm drink was waiting for you on the kitchen counter, and you picked it up with a grateful hum; the warmth of the colourful mug made your palms prickle from the heat while your fingers regained feeling. 

Bucky’s voice suddenly called from the living room, “Is that our Cherry?”

“Yeah,” you said around a yawn, and you made your way over to the pair of them who were relaxed on the couch. “Morning, boys.”

Steve smiled; Bucky positively beamed with enthusiasm, like you were the best sight he could have witnessed that chilled, festive morning. “Hey, pretty girl,” he said, confirming your thoughts and gesturing you over. “C’mere—wanna hold our girl.”

You carefully placed your drink down onto the coffee table and sat on Bucky’s lap. As soon as the back of your thighs touched the top of his, his hands shot straight to your waist and hip, guiding you to sit comfortably. The quietness of his hushed voice while he hummed along to the Christmas carol playing from the movie on the TV soothed you. 

“Hi,” you mumbled, curling into his chest. The faded fabric of his red henley was soft under your palm as you rested your hand over his heart. A soft kiss was placed on your forehead. The three of you settled into a comfortable silence. 

A low huff came from the direction of the room’s heater. You looked over and found Cap and Cleo cuddled under the endless soft, fluffy blankets that lined their bed. 

“How did you sleep, baby?” Bucky asked quietly. Under your hand, his chest rumbled from his gravelly voice.  

“Good—could still fall asleep now,” you replied, and a yawn snuck up on you. “But someone insisted I get out of bed this morning.”

“It’ll be worth it,” Steve said with a light laugh. 

Bucky’s hand squeezed your waist and his other arm moved to rest higher up, over your thighs. “It is, Cherry—don’t go givin’ Stevie a hard time.”

“Mm, I’ll be the judge of that,” you huffed. “Now shush, you’re warm and ‘m sleepy.” 

“Don’t go to sleep again,” Bucky warned, shaking you a little. “Stevie,” he said, and you felt his jaw move from the top of your head — he must have looked toward his husband. “Let’s do it, yeah? That way Cherry can get what she wants.”

“Yes,” you agreed, closing your eyes for effect. “What I want is to sleep against the warm, strong chest of my–”

“Ah, ah,” Steve interrupted, raising a brow at you, as though he knew you were going to say something that would set Bucky off — the bastard always knew, you cursed. “Alright,” he continued, twisting in his seat to reach for something that rested on the bottom shelf of the coffee table, and you watched keenly. “Now this is an early Christmas present—since we agreed neither of us could keep our mouths shut about it.”

A simple, small, black box rested in his offered palm. It was nondescript and plain; no way to decipher what may lie inside or where it came from. 

With only an ounce of hesitation, you leaned out of Bucky’s grip and took the offered mysterious present. It had little weight to it, but that truly meant nothing when it came to their cunning, crafty ideas — the possibilities were endless–

“You wanna open it up to see what it is,” Bucky said, his tone light and amused, “or are you gona keep bitin’ your lip and keep me thinkin’ of what I could do to make them even more–”

“For fuck’s sake,” Steve cut in, holding a finger up in reminisce of a scolding parent. “This is a soft, gentle moment—don’t ruin it by bein’ a horndog.”

“Whatever,” Bucky grumbled. Not one to be dissuaded, his face inched closer to your ear, and you giggled sweetly when his lips brushed against the sensitive skin behind and below your ear. “Don’t listen to him, kitten.”

“Enough!”

All three of you burst into laughter, and it was only when Cleo ventured from her bed to investigate the interesting package you held in your lap, did the three of you settle into occasional snorts of mirth. “Hey, baby girl,” you whispered, offering the puppy your hand to sniff, and scratch between her ears. “What d’you say? Should I open it?”

She yipped and wagged her tail — a universal sign of ‘yes’. 

“Okay, here we go.” The lid of the box slid from the base smoothly to reveal red tissue paper. Tones of umber, ruby red, and fire beneath your fingertips. “You boys spend big, did you?”

“Jus’ open it, Cherry,” Bucky insisted, a boyish grin on his lips. If you were not in his lap and he had room to move, you would have sworn that he would vibrate in place from sheer excitement. “C’mon—this is worse than watchin’ Clint try to cook at the station.”

“Alright, alright,” you soothed him, unable to help the pull of a wide smile. “But I’m telling him you said that.”

“Don’t care, jus’ open it.”

you sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.”  

The tissue paper came away with a quiet crinkle, and what lay beneath it made you gasp so harshly that it caught in your throat, making you cough. 

A thin, twinkling bracelet was nestled into the white, velvet padding. Red jewels and flashes of white diamonds glinted in the low light of the living room, and you could not for the life of you speak up, or vocalise behind small gasps and whimpers. 

Its beauty was unmatched in anything you had seen before. A larger red stone was set on the domed shell of a firefighter’s helmet, and along the brimmed edge around the helmet was inscribed a single word — Cherry. 

“Oh, my,” you managed, a barely audible exclamation that seemed to piteously show your shock and awe. 

The love and affection in both Bucky and Steve’s stares made your eyes well with tears, and Bucky spoke first. “They’re garnets—the gemstone of fire. We found this shop that made things with all kinds, and– Well, we had to get our Cherry somethin’ of us.”

“You’re our fire, our passion, Cherry,” Steve said quietly. “You’ve given us everythin’, all of what we have now is thanks to you.”

“Oh, hell,” you gasped wetly, choking on a sob. “Boys–” There was no way to speak before the torrential flood took over, and you mouthed wordlessly while clutching the box. 

Bucky pulled you impossibly closer, and Steve shuffled down the couch to sit so close he may as well have been in Bucky’s lap, as well — he lifted your legs and settled, then placed them over his before he leaned in close. 

“Here,” Steve said, gently grabbing the box from your hand. His fingertips were soft over the delicate skin of your wrist, and the bracelet rested comfortably in place. “There you go, honey.” 

You held them close after that, unwilling and unable to let either of them go — not even when you had a part of them already in your heart.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

weñl since I'm new to the AU and already ate every post.... Could you drop some lore of The Prototype and his link to the toys? (especially with Catnap seeing as how he recently calls him "dad" but I wonder how before he allowed Theo to consider him a God and worship him)

For my AU, the Prototype was originally Elliot Ludwig himself. He had an adopted daughter and lost her due to an illness, and then had the brilliant idea to start dubiously ethical experiments in order to bring her back. He eventually volunteered himself to be the first human to become a toy, only to realize, far too late, that without him in charge mr. Harley "what is ethics if not another rule to break in the name of SCIENCE" Sawyer would go "what if i broke every single rule Elliot ever imposed on me". Also I have adopted @lassieposting's hc about Elliot being a military veteran, which is important for this because now this man feels like he, once again, is seeing a tragedy that should have never existed at ALL.

Prototype took care of little Theo/Catnap as if he were his own son (also taken from lassieposting because good headcanons are GOOD headcanons), and after the Hour of Joy and him realizing that the toys can't go outside without risking even more death and people hunting them, he taught Catnap how to hunt. After he learned how to look after himself Catnap became more independent, and Theo was always a kind of religious boy, and that combined with him seeing Prototype as a hero made him undergo the biggest catholic moment in the history of Playtime Co.

Prototype doesn't like being called a god, but Catnap doing that did help him impose more rules on the toys ("don't go outside so humans won't find us and capture us again", "don't torture each other even if you are really hungry", "if you see a human kill it and give it to me so we can all have food"). Unfortunately their distance grew as time went on, and Prototype just. Never actually tried doing anything to stop Catnap from being like That. Again, it was helping him, and he sees Catnap as the child he failed to protect, and he just never knew how to address the elephant in the room. This entire situation was 100% Prototype's fault for not attempting to sit down with Catnap and tell him to cut it off.

Prototype has a trillion communication issues, honestly. For this AU he helped deliver Poppy's call for help to the Player/Angel, not that she knew that, because he decided that everyone had enough. He wanted someone to save the toys, even if by "saving" it meant "killing them off", because Prototype figured it was better than being alive in that nightmare.

And then Angel saved Huggy, throwing Prototype's whole plan away.

And then Bunzo, the mini huggies, PJ Pug-a-Pillar, and then Mommy Long Legs, and then Miss Delight and Dogday, and then Catnap, even when the big feline begged Prototype to end his suffering. The Angel took care of all of them. They never dared leave anyone behind.

Prototype changed his plan for it to just be for him to die, because he caused everyone to become a toy. He deserved that fate more than anyone, at least in his eyes.

And then Angel convinced him to live. The deal they made was for Prototype to help them take care of everyone and stop anyone from ever find all the documentation about how the experiments were done, and only just enough info for the humans outside to know the toys are alive and were previously innocent children. After Angel finds a bigger house, Catnap convinces Prototype to come in with them, and he reluctantly agrees.

It'll be really funny when Angel realizes Poppy was Elliot's daughter, because our favorite porcelain doll does NOT know Elliot is the Prototype. Actually, NO ONE knows that, not even Catnap himself. When Angel finds out they DEMAND Prototype to talk to Poppy because what the HECK, you already failed to communicate with one kid and now you fail to communicate with ANOTHER?

Anyways, family drama aside, Angel and Prototype unironically make a very good parent duo. Prototype knows how the toys work, while Angel knows how to be gentle and assuring. They teach the other a lot about what to do, but the majority of the toys are too afraid to talk with Prototype to learn that he's Father Material If You Ignore The Communication Issues. Catnap can confirm!

[hwaseonghwasworld]

Arranged Marriage chapter 10: Contract

Summary: being a popular model isn't enough for Y/n’s parents so they decided to get her married with a 6’1”, protective male who is also a mafia, all the secrets and lies everyone kept from her will soon come into the light, what happens once the truth comes out?

Yunho x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre: series Mafia au!, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Media au!

Warnings: murder, graphic violence, kidnapping, cursing

Updates: Probably Thursday at 7pm BST

I stepped into the house and Yunho immediately approached me, “what do you want?” “We have to talk” I walk upstairs taking my bag and shoes off, “I’m sorry I never told you that I’m your high school friend” “I just got jealous once you started dating Vernon, and the tracker, I’m sorry, I just wanted to keep you safe” Yunho walked closer to me and held my hand, “Y/n you mean the world to me” I planted a kiss on his lips, he looked at me surprised that I would ever do that as I pulled away, Yunho kissed me back, not wanting this feeling of his to go away, as I received that kiss I kissed him back wanting to keep going.

He picked me up taking me into the bed, before he carried on he asked for consent “do you want me to keep going?” I nodded and grinned at him from the fact that he asked me first. He gripped on his tok taking it off, following with that I did the same in return as he only had his underwear left to take off, Yunho helped me by unzipping my skirt and slipping it off. Yunho’s attention was all on me, he pressed his lips onto mine as he trailed his hands all over my body.

“You’re so beautiful doll” I kissed him as he took my underwear and bra of and I helped him take his off, “are you ready?” I nodded as I could feel myself wetter and wetter for his touch, he positioned his cock to enter me and as he pushed himself in me, I moan at the pleasurable feeling, living his cock slipping in and out of me “fuck you’re so tight”

“Faster” I said in between my moans, he heard and proceeded to pound in me as my moans amplified due to the increased in pleasure, Yunho picked me up while still being in me, and pressing my back onto the wall while pounding into me, I wrapped my arms around him while his was in my waist, I kissed his soft lips, hiding my moans in his mouth.

The room was filled with our moans and groans, and I didn’t want this to end but I could feel my self getting closer and closer to cumming, since I pulled away from the kiss and hid my face in his neck giving him hickeys, trying not to make too much noise “I-I’m gonna cum” Yunho grinned speeding up his pace “hold on doll.”

Holding me tighter as came he pulled out and came on my stomach, still holding me he took me to the bathroom, so we could take a shower, after we got changed, we laid down on the bed, Yunho pulled me close to him, kissing my forehead.

“Can you take the tracker off?” “Ok but I have this necklace that has a tracker, never take it off, it’s to keep you protected” I nodded and he took it out of the counter drawer and put it around your neck and pecked my lips. He took my phone and deactivated the tracker.

At that moment Yunho got a call, he stood up walking to the window and talking to the person, seconds later he turned around, “what’s wrong?” “I have to go to a meeting with the boys and the boss” I nodded and he looked back at me while getting changed into his suit “do you wanna come?” “Sure” I got up and got changed too.

We drove to the building and my brother took me into this big office “stay here doll, I’ll come get you once it’s finished” “ok” “oh yeah, and if anyone comes tell them your my wife so they know” I nodded and he walked out, I looked around the office seeing a half opened drawer, I opened it seeing piece of paper with me and Yunho’s name on it, which was also signed by Yunho, i saw that it said that the contract ends after 2 years of marriage with me, i looked at it in disbelief and scoffed, "so this was all a lie?" as i was talking to myself 3 men barged in with guns confusing me. "What are you doing in here?!" i remembered what yunho told me and said exactly what he told me to say, “i’m Yunho’s wife” they grabbed me holding me at gum point as they took me to the meeting room.

Yunho pov

“I talked with Bang Chan and they want a truce, due to the fact that Y/n’s brother is in their group” I say, since Hongjoong called to tell me to tell the boss about it, the boss nodded and told me that he’ll allow the truce “and the tracker?” I looked at yeosang confused “what happened to Y/n’s tracker in her phone I can’t see anything” I looked at everyone with no regret “I shut it down” everyone looked at me surprised since it was my idea, “she found out, so I shut it down” “how did she find out?” Mingi blurted trying to find out how she knew. “When our rivals kidnapped her and I went to go get her Bang Chan told her that Hyunjin found the tracker, I don’t know how he found out but, I wanted me and Y/n to be together without secrets and honesty so I shut it down” I explained to them, the boss answered my question right after I explained.

“Hyunjin’s good with hacking into data, he was probably trying to protect his sister and saw the tracker, i still don’t understand why Hyunjin has to be childish and pick them over his own family-“ 3 of our guards barged in holding Y/n at gun point, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” I shouted as they tried to explain that Y/n was in the bosses office “LET GO OF MY DAUGHTER” the boss shouted, shocking the guards as they immediately let go, Y/n opened her eyes seeing both me and her father stood up, she looked at him in utter shock and said the only thing she can say,

“DAD!”

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[darkwitch1999]

Simpleman AU (But without Simpleman because that villain was CRINGE!!!!!)

What if instead of Marinette dropping the kids off with her grandfather Rolland Dupain, she decided to go to one of her friends for help? More specifically a creative and artistic duo of friends, one of whom has experience with babysitting children. Enter Nathaniel Kurtzberg and Marc Anciel! Knowing that the comic book duo are already hanging out at Marc’s house to work on their comic, ignoring the fact that they are also babysitting Marc’s little brother, Aimé Anciel, and not even bothering to ask them first because she’s so dead set on helping out Adrien, Marinette brings Manon, Ella, Etta, and Chris over to Marc’s house.

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(Marc and Nathaniel stare incredulously at Marinette as she finishes explaining her situation. Meanwhile, are Chris and Manon chasing each other around the living room while Ella and Etta are jumping on the couch. Aimé is drawing a picture with crayons and paper on the coffee table with a Reverser doll sitting next to him, paying no mind to the other four rambunctious children.)

Marinette: (looks at the comic duo with pleading eyes) So it would just be for a little bit and I swear, I’ll hurry back as soon as I can! Please?

Nathaniel: (exchanges a look with Marc) Is she serious? Marinette, you know we’re always willing to help you out, but Marc and I still have pages of our next comic to finish before our next meeting with our editor in a couple of weeks.

Marc: (speaks hesitantly) And besides, we are already looking after Aimé and I don’t think we can look after four more kids…it’s just a lot more than I am used to…

Marinette: I know it’s a lot to ask and I swear I’ll owe you guys big time if you do this favor for me. I should be back within an hour at most to finish the client’s request. Besides, I babysit these four all the time. It’s super easy!

Nathaniel: (raises an eyebrow) Then why can’t you take the kids with you if it’s that easy? Or ask this client to come over to your place to get their costume fixed?

Marc: Nath has a point there, Marinette. Who even is this client, anyway?

Manon: (puts on the brakes and stops running upon hearing Marc’s question) Marinette is going to help her boyfriend! (Manon starts running again before Chris could catch up to her)

(Marinette’s face immediately blushes red and her posture stiffens with embarrassment. Marc and Nathaniel couldn’t suppress the smirks growing on their faces.)

Nathaniel & Marc: (turn to face each other) Called it!

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It took a bit more time for Marinette to plead her case and convince the comic book duo to watch the kids but after a quick sidebar, Marc and Nathaniel decided to babysit Manon, Ella, Etta, and Chris while Marinette was gone to make a fool out of herself again in front of Adrien. But their help doesn't come cheap.....

Marc: (smirks) Alright, Marinette. We'll watch the kids for you.

Marinette: (beaming with gratitude) Oh thank you! Thank you both so much!

Nathaniel: (holds up a hand) However, in return for our services, we expect a payment of half of whatever you earn today from babysitting.

Marinette: WHAT?! That's totally unfair! You're only watching them for an hour!

Nathaniel: Yes, an hour of our time that we could be using to work on our comic which we will be getting paid for once it's published, but instead we will be using that hour to look after five kids.

Marc: I mean sure, we could simply just watch the kids for free out of the goodness of our hearts, but I do believe some compensation for the work that we will be missing is more than fair.

Marinette: You will both get a THIRD and split it between the both of you!

Marc: (shrugs his shoulder) Oh well, if that is the best you can offer us, Marinette, (walks to the front door and proceeds to open it) good luck with the kids.

Nathaniel: (calls out) Hey kids! Grab your backpacks! You're going back to Marinette's house!

Marinette: (panics) WAIT! (sighs in defeat) Okay fine...I'll give you guys half...

Marc: (closes the front door)

Nathaniel: (calls out) Never mind, you're staying here!

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So for a while, things are going well. Marc and Nathaniel keep the kids calm and entertained with drawing activities and playing with the plush dolls of Miraculous superheroes and villains that Marinette brought with her for them to play with...

(Ella and Etta make the Rena Rouge and Carapace dolls kiss each other. Manon makes the Ladybug and Chat Noir dolls kiss each other. Aimé makes his Reverser doll and the Evillustrator doll kiss each other, which causes Marc to blush profusely while Nathaniel is laughing his ass off.)

Chris: (cringes and shields his eyes) EWWWWWWWW!!!!! Stop it! You guys are gross!

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After a while though, Nathaniel suddenly gets a notification on his phone, reminding him that the latest issue of his favorite comic is going to be released today, and the artist who drew the comic book illustrations was going to be hosting a book signing at the book store. While he was initially excited, he then soon realized that he couldn't go and leave Marc alone with the kids. Despite Marc's insistence that he would be just fine being alone with the kids for a little bit and that Marinette is probably on her way back anyway, Nathaniel refuses to leave Marc alone. So like any other healthy couple would do, they came up with a compromise, which involved Marc tricking Nathaniel outside and locking him out of the house until he got his comic signed.

Though things stay calm for a bit, after a while Manon, Ella, Etta, and Chris start getting a bit rambunctious like typical young children. Running around the house, getting into things they are not suppose to (like messing with the pages of Marc and Nathaniel's comic and putting them out of order, reading through Marc's diary, etc.), jumping on the couch, fighting over the dolls, etc. Meanwhile while all this chaos is going on, Marc is desperately trying to call Marinette to see if she was on her way back soon since it has been well over the hour that she promised she would be back by. Unfortunately, Marc keeps getting sent to voice mail over thirty times because Marinette is too busy overcomplicating her plans as usual. Marc then starts to become anxious and panics, which goes unnoticed by every child except for Aimé since he is the only one who isn't running around the house. Being only 6 years old, Aimé doesn't quite understand his brother's anxiety/panic attacks or more specifically how to help but he thinks that Marc is most bothered by the loud noises of the other children running around and then tries to get everyone's attention by turning on the Ladybug and Chat Noir movie. The movie immediately captivates the four children's attention and they all sit quietly in the living room to watch the movie. Unfortunately, Marc is still having a panic attack despite the room having quiet down. Aimé tries talking to Marc to help him, but again, Aimé is only six years old and has no idea how to help calm his brother down. So he then decided to get Marc's phone and call his boyfriend for help.

Nathaniel: (picks up the phone as he leaves the book store) Hey, Marc! I'm heading back right now. How are-...

Aimé: Nath! Something is wrong with my big brother! He's breathing weird!

Nathaniel: (confused and starts to worry) Aimé? What do you-...(realizes what Aimé is talking about) give the phone to Marc, Aimé! Let me talk to him.

(Aimé holds the phone up to Marc and puts the phone on speaker. Nathaniel can hear Marc's shaky, hyperventilating breaths from his end, causing him to become increasingly worried.)

Nathaniel: (sprints as he talks on the phone) Marc...Rainbow? It's Nath! I'm on my way back, you're going to be okay. I'm going to stay on the phone with you. Please, just try to breathe with me. We'll do it toget-...(hears Aimé cry out in alarm) Marc? Aimé, what's going on buddy? Hello?! Can you guys hear me?!

Marc: Yes, Shadowmoth.....

Nathaniel: (his eyes grew wide filled with fear and panic) Oh shit....

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Yes, Marc gets reakumatized in this "What If" scenario. I couldn't think of any new akumatized identities that Marc could be turned into. I was kind of leaning on this being a "Reverser 2" type deal. For instance after Marc is akumatized into Reverser again, he immediately reverses the children (minus Aimé) into becoming well behaved children who sit quietly unless told otherwise. Then he goes on a crusade to hunt down Marinette to reverse her into revealing her true feelings to Adrien since it was because of her obsession with Adrien that got him into this mess in the first place (or at least from his perspective) and much like everyone else, he has grown tired of her overcomplicated plans.

So what do you guys think of this "What If" scenario? I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a while. Please feel free to share your thoughts and opinions on this scenario regardless if you like it or hate it.

@andromeda612 @nerd-chocolate @artzychic27 @msweebyness @imsparky2002 @arny20252 @princessbutterflysposts

[gennyanydots]

This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 5

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)

Biker!au

“This is love I just can’t live without” masterlist

Chapter summary: the aftermath of Jake being an asshole and oh, did you hear about the party tonight?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of losing a parent

Ch. 5 “Counting on beauty to kill off the beast”

Baby Ice

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Natasha grilling her about her new boyfriend, Javy, especially now that you knew he was in the same club as your dad. It was a great way to distract your brain.

“My dad do the shovel talk with him yet?” You asked. Nat basically grew up in your house. From the second you two met in kindergarten, you two had been attached at the hip. Bradley, of course, was also your best friend when you were little but it was different with Nat. Bradley wanted to play bikers all the time and played rough and sometimes you liked that but not all the time. He hated playing dolls with you and never wanted to play tea party, so the minute you found Nat you latched on especially when you found out she loved playing dolls. Oftentimes the three of you would play together so you didn’t have to choose between your two friends which worked out nicely. So for the parents who had decided they only wanted one kid , they almost always had at least two running around their house and sometimes the clubhouse, and they were grateful nonetheless. However, there was no question of where Nat’s loyalties lied when Bradley cheated. Natasha had your back. Always has.

Nat shrugs, “I’m not sure. If he has then I wasn’t told about it.”

“If dad threatened him then there’s a high possibility he also told Javy not to tell you. Or dad wasn’t the one who did it. I wouldn’t put it past Uncle Slider or Uncle Holly,” you said with a grin. “They both threatened your prom date. I thought that poor boy was going to pee his pants!”

Natasha laughs and shoves at your shoulder, “Hey now! Jeff was so nice! If they hadn’t of threatened him then maybe he and I would be married now. He took me to the dance then never talked to me again.”

“Well yeah! Poor guy feared for his life,” you said while laughing. “Now at least you found a guy who won’t pee himself in fear if he comes here to pick you up. Clearly he wasn’t scared when he dropped the food off. Which was so nice of him. Did you text him ‘thank you’ from me?”

“Yes, for the thousandth time, I told him you said thank you.”

“I don’t want him to think I’m rude!” you said exasperatedly. “I literally ran away from him earlier and that was embarrassing enough.”

“Hey, look at me,” Nat said and waits until you meet her eyes to continue. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is an emotional time for you. Javy probably kicked Jake’s ass for setting you off like that. He shouldn’t have said that and he was just being an asshole like always. He had no right.”

“Yeah but it’s been years. I should be over it by now…” you trail off.

Nat shakes her head, “Absolutely not. This is what we’re not doing. We’re not feeling bad about our emotions. Not only are you seeing your first big love for the first time since you broke up…”

“Only love,” you grumble.

Nat ignored you as she continues, “But you also just lost your mom. You’re in a fragile state. You can feel all your feelings if you want. I’m here for whatever you need. You want to cry all week? I’ll cry with you. You want to get mad and break shit? I’m sure we can find things to smash. It’s not like your dad doesn’t have a plethora of baseball bats or crowbars or anything. You want to go out dancing and show everyone how great you’re doing even if you don’t feel it 100% but you just want to make Bradley insane because of what he lost? Done deal. I’ll find a playlist and we can get ready to go out. Whatever you want. Whatever you need. I told Javy last week that this week was about my best friend and if he had a problem with that then tough shit but because he’s amazing he didn’t have any problem with it whatsoever and told me to tell him if we needed anything.”

You smile at Nat, “I’m really happy for you. You seemed to find a good one.”

“I did. I don’t know why he hangs out with Jake so much when there are better people to hang out with in the club but clearly he only has great taste in women,” Nat said as she laughs.

“Clearly,” you laugh with her.

You both turn when you hear a knock at your bedroom door.

“Come in!” you both said at the same time and continued laughing together.

The door opens and you see your dad standing there in his coveralls from working in the shop all day, “Well isn’t this a sight for sore eyes. My girls giggling together. Makes my old heart happy to see you two.”

And if that statement doesn’t just pull at your heartstrings. You feel guilty not being around lately for him. It’s why you wanted to spend the whole week here but is it really enough? Your mother was your father’s whole world until you came around. And now that he’s lost your mother? Sure, he has the club and his friends but you’re hours away. His baby girl. His princess. His baby ice.

You smile at your dad and roll your eyes, “You’re not that old dad.”

“Tell that to my back,” your dad said with a chuckle. “So, you girls heading to the party tonight?”

“What party?” You ask and look towards Nat who shrugs at you.

Your dad smirks, “It’s my baby girl’s homecoming party of course. Something to celebrate.”

You groan. That wasn’t how you wanted your night to go. You wanted a girls night with Nat and to maybe revisit her second option that she had listed earlier, the smashing shit one.

Your dad chuckles, “C’mon princess, you turned 21 two years ago and didn’t get to have the party I always wanted to throw you. Please let your old man have this one thing. I don’t ask for much.” He shoots you a pout, one you know very well since yours matches. Ice Man’s genes were strong.

You sigh and look towards Natasha again who once again shrugs.

“Like I said earlier, you call the shots this week. It’s your choice,” Nat says and then laughs when your dad gives her a thumbs up.

You worry your bottom lip. You’d literally be walking into a wolf’s den. There’s almost a 0% chance you won’t see Bradley. Are you ready for that? You couldn’t even handle his name being mentioned earlier.

“Well let me know what your decide, okay? I’m gonna go clean up and change. Regardless of your decision, do you two want pizza for dinner?” your dad asks pointing at the both of you.

You both nod at him.

“Perfect. I’ll order it. Listen out for the doorbell, k girls?” He asks and you both nod again before he’s backing out of your room and closing the door behind him.

You sigh and flop face first down on your mattress.

Nat lays down across your back, “Okay we got some options here: one, we stay here and hangout and don’t go to the party. Two, we go for like ten minutes to appease your father and then come back and hangout. Three, we go and stay by your uncles the whole time. Or, and this one is my favorite, four, we go and look hot as fuck and show Bradley exactly what he missed out on.”

You lift your head slightly, “What about four with three and two as backup plans?”

“Good idea, babes. We’ll need a code word just in case you want to leave immediately. I’m thinking…… avocado,” Nat said as she gets up off of you.

“Why avocado?” You ask looking at her strangely.

“When does that ever come into conversation? Plus you hate avocados.”

“They taste like grass!” You said with a grimace.

“And I will forever wonder why you confidently can compare the two. Okay, time to get up and get ready,” Nat said as she slaps your butt and stands up.

“Oww!” you yell and quickly sit up and throw a pillow at her.

She just laughs, “Let’s go times a tickin! We gotta make ourselves look even more hot!”

[frostironfudge]

If Only I Could Get To You First (Bucky Barnes One Shot)

Summary: Bucky Barnes and you have been best-friends, but unknowing to the other you both are also in love with the other. Though everyone else seems to know.

Pairing: Modern!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Modern AU, swearing, past domestic abuse (non descriptive), mutual pining, fake dating, confessions, best friends, angst, fluff, i just want to squish bucky into a hug, brock rumlow is a dick head, hurt/comfort, love confessions, crying, loving from afar

playlist: taylor swift: treacherous (taylors version) / mohit chauhan: dooriyan (from ‘love aaj kal’ 2015) / aditi singh sharma & arijit singh: raabta (night in a motel) highly recommend this song seriously.

a.n. originally this was supposed to be full of angst, but it turned into this beautiful world of feels.

Word Count: 10k

Main Masterlist || My AO3

In the list of bad ideas your best friend compelled you into, only two ever worked out in your favour. 

One was sneaking into your first high school party, you’d had your first kiss. 

The second was when she pushed you onto the dance floor at the frat house’s halloween party and you bumped into the warlock.

“Woah, easy there.” He’d caught you with a charming grin and his blue eyes. Your lungs would not breathe till he would tell you too.

“Are you alright?” Those blue eyes to a once over, checking for any sign of injury.

“I’m—I’m so sorry, I lost my footing.” You look to the side to glare at your best friend but she is luckily not in your line of vision.

“Woah, doll, who is on the receiving end of that glare?” He wonders loudly over the music which somehow doesn’t bother you.

“My best friend pushed me.” You explain, sighing.

“We could work on a hex.” He offers, you let out a laugh, he’d interpreted your last minute outfit well enough, deep red turtle neck and skirt with a borrowed blonde wig.

“You’re the first person to know who am I.” You smile, he bows.

“The others are beneath our intellect. Do you want to move to the side?” 

You nod, his hand finds yours and the night floats away.

“James Barnes, warlock for tonight. What is your name Sabrina Spellman?” He offers his name and then you give him yours.

Conversation flows on, in the little nook of the house.

Movies, TV Shows, a heavy argument about Professor Snape and Dumbledore and then academic choices. 

Time went on numbers exchanged, as were memes.

Coffee tumblers refilled over hours every Wednesday.

Movie marathons, study dates, celebrating A pluses and even the occasional C minus.

Pranking his very unhygienic third roommate by placing cups of detergent all over his room and a few cups of water.

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You had known his close friends called him Bucky, it was never defined across the months of your blooming friendship if you could call him that name.

Bucky wondered why you hadn’t yet, maybe you did not consider him as close as he presumed. He had no inclination to ask out of fear to ruin the friendship he found within you.

it changed one night, at three a.m. your phone vibrated near your head, you were still dressed in the day’s clothes. Work had been terrible, so you deserved a night off of regular activities.

Reaching for the angrily vibrating device your bleary vision widens, you pick up the call.

“James? Is everything okay?”

“Could I come over?” Is all he asked, sounding broken.

You answered with an instant yes, quickly changing into a jumper and a hoodie. waiting for him in the living room.

His knocks sounded hesitant, almost as if he were reconsidering his choices.

You’re greeted by a heartbreaking sight.

James Barnes, with his hair a tousled mess, eyes puffy and red. Your heart seizes with worry.

“Natalie and I broke it off. I well, Sam saw her out with Zemo. She did not even deny it. How could she do this to me, Firefly?” He even sounds broken, as your nickname falls from his lips.

He lets you pull him into your warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you, pulling your body close into his. He sighs deeply as he finds comfort. 

The tears do brim anew, his shoulders shake.

“Bucky,” You hesitate, a hand stroking the back of his head. You guide him to the couch, retrieving your stash of ice cream and running back to him.

He gives a half hearted smile seeing the flavour, a shared favourite. 

You give your own beaming grin of encouragement.

“Here is your mission choose you accept it.” You hand him a spoon. He chuckles slightly.

“To finish this entire pint of ice cream with me.” 

The ice cream doesn’t stand a chance.

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Bucky has good days and bad ones for three months after the break up, the timing awful between midterms and assignments but they served distraction. 

To celebrate the end of the torturous examinations you both make your way around New York City. In search of 1 am pizza. 

“How are you?” You know it is a question she could dodge but the way he seemed to carry himself slowly coming into his own had given you hope. 

Bucky only stiffens for a moment at the question, progress you deem. 

“Honestly I feel it was a good thing.” He takes a bite; the cheese pulls and he grins in approval. You take a picture of him as he makes a silly face, both laughing now.

“I might not date for a while but I know I will eventually.” He informs of the decision.

“That is good.” You pat his back, taking your own bite as he in turn takes a picture of you pulling a silly face.

Slowly your phone memory is filled with several outings with your now extended group of friends, and several more with Bucky. He returns back to himself after a few months more, after a few okay-ish dates and he finds himself seeking your company.

He grabs a bouquet of your favourite flowers, his legs need no guidance to the familiar path of your home. Bucky stands near the entrance as the doorman, Percy smiles at him with kind eyes.

“She’s gone out.” Percy tells him, therefore Bucky waits, leaning against the wall phone in his hand scrolling through the fresh batch of micro sized comedy he could send to you.

Familiar sounding laughter pulls him in, your bright face greets his view, then your fingers curl around an arm. He follows the touching limbs to see the face of Rumlow. 

You seemed so radiant around the man. Bucky clutches the bouquet tighter as though in an attempt to ground himself or stop his heart from breaking before it could even be given to you. 

Rumlow turns you before you can leave his embrace to go to your apartment. Your laughter carries through to Bucky. He watches, lips pressed into a thin line.

Rumlow pulls you close, whispering something your ear, you bite your lip nodding. 

Bucky could hear his heart cracking over the noise around him, as your lips are upon that man’s own. He turns, walking away still clutching the bouquet. 

Bucky Barnes and you — best friends through college. Maybe that shouldn’t change. 

Bucky nods to himself, his feelings probably arose because of the time spent together and your friendship growing deeper. So he tucks this little crush upon you away, and decides that best friends is what you both are meant to be. 

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Seven months after graduation, Natasha nurses your busted lip. Vodka on the table is also for drinking she tells you. It soothes the ache from your broken heart and lip. 

Your phone still unresponsive from the one person you need. How many texts does it take for a best friend to respond?

“I could call him.” Natasha offers as you shake your head. 

“I, my texts should be enough, I left him calls as well.” You explain, “Could, could you ask Steve where is he?” 

Natasha studies your face, she knows you’re hurt over Bucky not responding. Brock Rumlow was the furthest thing from your mind and heart.

“I will,” She promises and your phone rings, your best friend’s face flashing across the screen. 

You take the call knowing the odd time difference between the two of you had her more on edge. 

“Hey,” You greet. 

“Don’t hey me, did you report him?” She all but yells. 

“I don’t want to associate any further—,”

“Bullshit, you absolutely should report that piece of shit unless Barnes has murdered him already, so you cannot call the cops cause then he will be in jail.” She cuts you off. 

“I don’t think he knows yet.” You admit, Natasha looks at you, quietly speaking to Steve and updating him about what occurred. 

“What do you mean? Is he okay? Because Barnes would not let that asshat breathe. Hell I’m taking the next plane out of Melbourne.” Her nails on the keyboard resound.

“No, no, don’t! Just, okay, look Nat patched me up and she also said vodka’s good for the pain as well so I’m fine and he’s, he’s probably busy…” You defend Bucky, once again. 

“Babe, he has been busy awful lot since he started dating that bimbo bitch.” She clicks her tongue, annoyed at the man. 

“Look can we just, drop the whole thing, I, I think I need to sleep, and you need to get to work.” You remind her. 

“Just leave me messages through the day alright and no memes or links coherent language only.” She warns you. 

“Yes alright coherent language only.” You promise. 

Nat comes by with a plate of food, placing it in front with a fork. You stare at the pasta for a minute. 

“I called Steve, he got through, Bucky is out with her…” She trails off.

“Oh, did Steve say anything?” You hesitate to ask, Nat shakes her head. 

“He knows you wouldn’t like her to know so he just made sure Bucky would check his messages.” She gnaws at her bottom lip struggling to say something.

“What?” You look at her. 

“You should really report him, this wasn’t the first time was it?” She states you look down at your hands. 

“No.” You close your eyes at the admission.

“How long have you kept things from us? From Bucky?” She places a gentle hand over your forearm. 

“He, he was very particular, no where where anyone would know. Started two months ago. I tried breaking up after the first time but—,” Your vision blurs, the tears are harder to hold back. 

“Do you want me to take pictures? I know we can file a case, or at least a restraining order…” Natasha tries to coax you to listen to her but you just shake you head.

“I can’t I don’t want more trouble, Nat. It’s over he’s gone. The fight was more about him shifting to L.A. and me not wanting to follow.”

“Are you in love with him still?”

“I never was, I just, I thought I could learn to love him and then he just tried to beat it into me…” You shudder in remembrance. 

Natasha leaves the topic, knowing that it was difficult to walk away even let alone relive the ordeal. 

It is four days later at the scheduled game night that you see Bucky, you don’t greet him.

He furrows his brow when you move away from the living room to the bathroom before he can take a good look at you. 

“Where’s Rumlow?” He questions and the room turns silent. 

“Did you not see her messages?” Steve crosses his arms. 

“What messages?” Bucky retrieves his phone.  

“Barnes, when did you last speak to her?” Nat questions then scoffs as Sharon wraps her arm around his wrist pushing the phone down. 

“A few days ago, why?” He answers, running a hand along Sharon’s arm. 

“Bucky.” She pouts. 

“What is it baby?” He questions, being distracted from the conversation at hand by his girlfriend. 

“Bucky you should go speak to Y/N.” Steve adds with a bit more seriousness. 

“What happened, is she, is Firefly alright?” He looks up in worry.

“Ugh, she always wants your attention.” Sharon whispers loudly, “Does she not have her own boyfriend?” 

“Don’t you have better things to do than cling to Bucky’s arm? Or is your default personality trait whiny girlfriend only?” Natasha uses the same tone as Sharon. 

Sam covers up his laugh with a cough. 

“Bucky.” Sharon whines again then moves away to go to the balcony sniffling and tears welling up. 

“Crocodile tears.” Nat rolls her eyes. 

“Nat.” Bucky gives an exasperated look, chasing behind Sharon to mend things. 

“Steve, please let me punch him.” Nat pleads. 

“You know she doesn’t want us to tell him, how has he not responded after the texts? We all got them.” Steve sighs taking another sip of his beer. 

You return, wiping you eyes, for any stray tears or mascara. 

“Whats got her in pain now?” You ask, a look of disdain taking over. You try not to stretch your lip as the sting from the cut still presents itself. 

“Nat called her whiny.” Sam chuckles. 

“Nat…” You sigh. 

“What, it’s about time we call her out.” She shrugs. 

“How are you holding up?” Sam questions, eyes on your busted lip. 

“Eh, been better will be better soon I guess?” You shrug and wince as the pain in your shoulder blade presents itself. 

“And now she’s making a face at me!” Sharon accuses you and then goes back to the balcony. 

Bucky’s heavy sigh echoes through the room. 

“Firefly, can you not? I know you all don’t like her much but I do okay? Christ some best friend you are,” Bucky turns back to once again console his girlfriend running a hand through his hair in frustration. 

“Some best friend?” Your cold tone makes Bucky turn to face you, a quip ready on his exhausted tongue, he doesn’t get to speak because he finally takes in your appearance. 

The bags under your eyes, the redness housed within them, the busted lip you have and the slight wince as you take a deep breath. 

“I’m going to kill him.” Bucky connects the dots in his mind. 

“No need, these were days ago, I needed you and you were not there James.” You accuse, tears brimming once more. 

“I, Steve said to see my texts but I had none from you… Steve why did you not say anything?”

“You could have called me. You, I left you voicemails, crying sobbing, asking for you. For your help. You weren’t there. They didn’t say anything because I wanted to tell you but then again, your time and devotion is pre-booked. Let me know when a slot opens up, I can summarise the whole thing in two minutes, the least I can do as some best friend.” You sneer, walking towards the door in no mood to stay any longer. 

Bucky mechanically follows you, 

“Firefly, I—, I swear I don’t have any messages, I’m not lying!” 

“You could have called!” You accuse.

“I was out—,” Bucky tries to grasp your hand.

“Like I said, I know you’re too busy, for me.” You press the call button several times more waiting for the elevator to come up faster. 

“That is no excuse, I’m so sorry, I just, please stay, we can talk.” His hand reaches to grab your shoulder. A painful sound escapes you and you flinch away from him. 

“Where else did he hurt you?” Bucky’s tone holds no emotion, you look up at his face, the stoic expression masks his feelings but the anger in his blue eyes is reaching its summit. 

Your eyes shift to the elevator when it dings to signal the opening of the doors. 

“You aren’t leaving.” Bucky informs you. 

“I do not want to talk about this.” You tell him, feeling like your heart might break again.

“I do. I need to know what did he do, because he won’t be breathing after I’m done with him.” 

“It doesn’t work that way.” Your eyes shift to Sharon who rolls her eyes at you, then puts on a pout when Bucky turns to look at her. 

“Bucky,” “Not now Sharon.”

Bucky turns back, but you’re inside the elevator. He steps ahead to join you, the doors begin closing his fingertips just graze the border where the sensors would have the automatic doors reopen. 

He’s pulled back by his arm by Sharon, you look down. Heart breaking again, that you can’t even be prioritised by your best friend. He won’t even fight for you.

Bucky catches the quiet sob that escapes past your lips at wrapping itself around his heart squeezing upon it.  

“Do you have any semblance that someone else could have bigger problems that you?” Bucky looks at Sharon, taking his arm out of hers. 

“Baby,” She begins her fake tears again. 

“God, not with this again. Sharon, seriously please.” Bucky groans in frustration. 

“You want to spend all your time with that stupid bitch.” She complains as Bucky turns to press the elevators if he is fast enough he can catch up to you. 

“She’s my best friend. She needs me.” Bucky glares at Sharon. 

“No, she does not she managed to find help elsewhere four days ago, she just wants your attention.”

“What the fuck did you say?” Natasha verbalises the question brewing within Bucky. 

“I-, no I said nothing! Nothing!” The blonde stutters in defence. 

“Oh I’m going to smack this fucking bitch—,” Nat is pulled back by Steve. 

“Did you delete Firefly’s messages and voicemails?” Bucky’s voice is low and cold, almost similar to what yours was towards him. 

“I—, no,” Sharon gulps audibly, sweat breaking across her forehead.

“You have one more chance, did you fucking delete messages my best friend left for me, at a time she needed me?” Bucky’s hands form fists. Sharon had kept asking to take pictures on his phone, then sending herself the ones she liked thats when she must have deleted all of your communication to him. 

“Bucky, it’s always, Firefly this and Firefly that, what about me?” Sharon defends, trying to move close to Bucky. 

The elevator dings, opening on the floor. Bucky crosses the threshold. 

“I’m going to send the elevator back up, I want you out of my life. My house key can be dropped off here at Natasha’s, don’t you dare try to contact me or anyone. It is over.”

Sharon’s final plea falls on deaf ears as the doors are closed and Bucky lets out a heavy sigh. He brings out his phone trying to call you as he jogs through the crowd towards the nearest station, checking the watch he knows the next train leaves in ten minutes. 

Bucky calls out your name through the station, his breathing erratic. You have your hood up, not wanting to be spotted by him. 

You can hear his calls, the way your phone vibrates in your pocket a frantic echo of his own booming voice. 

“Firefly.” Bucky finally breathes, standing behind you. 

You say nothing as you turn to face him. 

“I’m sorry, I really am so sorry, it is no excuse she deleted the messages, fuck, I should have called. I should have been the one there. I’m your best friend. I should have caught on earlier.” He tenderly cups your face between his hands, guilt seeping into his bones. 

His thumbs wipe your tears, you don’t want to have a public meltdown. 

“Come on let’s get you home, I think we still have time to grab ice cream from Mrs. Lorena’s store.” His warm hands leave your face, but the warmth returns on your hands as he intertwines them with his, you want to cry all over again. 

Bucky takes charge of leading you through the night train, you both stand in favour of the elderly couple who need the seats. They look at the two of you warmly. 

You feel small, your hand never leaving his, he stays close with almost a protective stance over you. 

Bucky notes the change in your demeanour. How you’re hiding away, flinching at loud sounds. 

It eats at him how these small things had inculcated themselves into you the past months you were with Rumlow. He didn’t care about the consequences, he will beat the shit out of that fucker. 

Your mind races, back to the night you first went out with Rumlow. Somehow your mind kept comparing what he did to Bucky. As though your tall brunette best friend should be the standard of all men. 

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You weren’t going to call Rumlow back, realising that maybe the reason you were comparing him to Bucky was because you were in love with your best friend, your Bucky. 

The conversation was going to be simple, carry a bouquet of his favourite flowers, a letter in your hand filled with your confession. Your nerves singed with each step towards his door. 

You rang the bell, once, twice; then you heard the laughter and kisses. Your heart sunk, you scrambled to hide at the other end of the hallway. 

Bucky came into view with Sharon, the business major. They make their way to his door, lips meeting ever so often, you feel each one deliver a crack to your heart.  

Maybe, maybe you were meant to be best friends only. The door closes and you can hear their sounds, you move past the corridor and exit the building. 

Nodding to yourself, Bucky Barnes and you best friends through college. 

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“Firefly?” Bucky waves a hand in front of you, you blink, looking around. 

“Huh?” You speak before realising. 

“I asked where is your key ring?” Bucky looks at you in worry. 

“Oh um,” You fish around for the familiar keyring handing it to him.

Bucky opens the door at sets down the bag of groceries. How long did you space out for?

“So, here is your mission, should you choose to accept it,” He brings out your favourite ice cream tub from the bag.

Your face breaks out into a grin, a laugh finally reverberating in your chest rather than sobs. 

“Is it to eat this ice cream and talk to your idiot best friend.” Bucky holds up two spoons as an offer. 

You grab one, then grab the tub and make a run for the living room couch. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Bucky chases after you, you twist around the last minute your foot and his tangling with the fluffy carpet under the coffee table, you both land on the couch. 

Bucky is above you as your foreheads collide and the tub of ice cream rolls onto the floor. 

“Are you okay?” He questions, as you rub your forehead and his, the ache dies down slightly of the impact. 

“Sort of,” You wince, then look at him. 

The two of you lock gazes, heat blooms between you both. Red tinged cheeks. 

Bucky had wondered how it would be, to hold you this close. 

You had wondered how it would be, to have him in your arms.  

Both of you break out of your thoughts and scramble to sit up. Ankles still caught in the carpet, you both slide down the couch, ending with your straddling his hips. 

His hands move to your hips and yours wrap around his neck. 

Bucky feels your warm breath fan across his face, how is it you fit so well against him, as though you belong next to him. 

You feel his fingers gently squeeze your hips, how is it that your arms encircle him as though he belongs between them, next to you. 

You feel something poke your thigh. Bucky’s eyes widen. 

“Um, is is that…” 

“No um, no,” 

Bucky panics at your suggestion quickly moving you from his lap to beside him on the floor. 

The spoons clatter to the floor between his legs. 

The sigh that leaves from Bucky’s lips has you laugh, he joins in. Shoulders shaking and heads thrown back in mirth. 

Your head on his shoulder and his resting on of top yours. 

Laughter and giggles filling the apartment after months. 

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It is another month later when you all are at your weekly game night at Bucky and Steve’s place. 

“Barnes, who are you taking to the wedding then?” Sam questions between shuffling the deck of Uno Cards. 

“What wedding?” You curiously look up Bucky sighs, shoulders deflating. 

“Maya is getting married, and insisted I bring someone along, and well they wanted to meet my girlfriend but I’ve broken up.” He explains, placing a chip in his mouth. 

“So just tell them?” You quirk an eyebrow. 

“You remember Maya right?” He looks at you with an incredulous gaze. 

“And Mr. Barnes here hasn’t told her, he’s broken up. Wanted to show off the whiney girl.” Sam announces. 

“Winnie Barnes would not approve.” Steve adds quietly and Bucky groans. 

Nat gives you a look before looking down into her phone. You blink a few times not understanding what that look meant. 

Your phone chimes, your eyebrows furrow at the message. 

Best Friend: go as his fake date to the wedding, his family adores you. 

Me: who even told you? 

Best Friend: not important. 

You look up with a glare at Natasha. 

Best Friend: don’t glare at her. She’s an innocent baby.

Me: I’m not doing the fake date thing. Not with Bucky, it will be hard. 

Best Friend: come on, he looks at you the same way. 

Me: he doesn’t. and also bye. i’m not having this conversation again. 

You place your phone back, looking up at the four of them staring at you. 

“What?” You question, picking up your seven cards. 

“Do you have any solution for Bucky?” Steve wonders, you look at Nat, she shrugs innocently. 

You narrow your eyes at her. 

“Let me think.” You bide your time. Bucky inhales deeply, seeing his own set of cards. 

Your phone chimes again, you control the groan that whats to leave you.

Best Friend: listen, just trust me okay? When have I said something that turned to shit? 

Me: its only twice your plans have not turned to shit.

Best Friend: ouch. this won’t turn to shit come on, help him out. I’ll ask Nat to let you win. 

Me: as if I need to be let to win.

Best Friend: she has 4 draw fours. 

Me: what the fuck?

You look up and Nat discreetly shows you proof. 

“Say the word and you get them.” Nat whispers. 

More encouragement comes through from your best friend. 

“What if, Bucky, you take a fake date…” You clear your throat. 

“Maya will catch on its a fake date and then it will be a mess, I just will fake a work thing.”

“What if I go? As your um fake date?” You offer, placing your cards face down near the space between you and Nat. 

“Are you sure? I mean they may believe it…” Bucky trails off in thought. 

“I mean, only if you’re comfortable… Just Maya will be upset if you don’t go at all and not having a date should not stop you—,”

“No, I think it should work, we know each other well enough to pretend to be in love.” Bucky grins. 

You try not to wince, “Yup, yeah, won’t be hard to pretend.” You agree. 

“Thank you, Firefly.” Bucky beams for the remainder of the game even as you beat his ass with your exchanged cards. 

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BestFriend: so who wants to bet on they return as an official couple? I place a 100 bucks. 

Natasha: add my 100 to that

Sam: nah man they’re too scared to admit it. 

Steve: they won’t damage the friendship. 

Best Friend: Oh lil Samuel and lil Steve ya’ll better be ready to pay up. 

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You grasp the handle of your suitcase a little tighter as Bucky’s car pulls around the corner. You walk closer to the edge where he could park for a few moments as you would load up your things. 

Bucky set the car into park stepping out and greeting you with a wide smile. You return the gesture, he envelopes you into one of his warm hugs. Easing your nerves. 

“Here give it to me and you can hang the dress near the suit.” Bucky takes your small suitcase and you open the backseat door his navy suit hanging from the hook, you place your own dress near it. Checking for any folds and then getting into the front seat with him. 

“So um,” He says after a few moments of silence. 

“Yeah?” You look at him, he seems nervous. 

“We need to get our stories straight…” He hints you nod.

“When did we start dating, first date, who asked who?” You list, he nods. 

“Guess watching those rom-coms proved to be useful.” He chuckles, you swat his arm lightly. 

“Okay so we sort of confessed a few months ago, but we were scared to ruin the friendship.” He offers, which in a sense was true for him, though he never confessed. Even though he had fallen for you. 

“Yes and we decided to date other people, but those didn’t work out so we decided to give it a shot cause the feelings never went away.” Which was true you think, at the back of your mind you were in love with him. 

“Okay, yes so we’re dating since a month and a half…” He offers, you hum in agreement.��

“Yep and first date…” you pause to think.

“Ice cream parlour.” He offers, you smile that was actually your first outing as friends. 

“Yeah, and you had the cherry stuck to your nose with whipped cream.” You begin to laugh. 

“Oh right miss, whipped cream moustache.” He gives you a look, chuckling as well. 

“Oh right, you looked like a clown.” You roll your eyes. 

“And you were my sidekick.” Bucky teases. 

“Alright, alright, and we both confessed, got each other flowers and stuff.” You admit, you had put the flower in resin. 

Bucky grips the wheel, he had gotten one flower’s petals from the bouquet preserved. 

“Yeah, that, that sounds romantic enough.” He clears his throat. The earlier tension seeping back into him, was this a mistake? What if he said something stupid. 

“Hey, um, Buck?” Your hand rests on his shoulder. 

He looks at you at the stop sign. 

“If, if at any point you feel the whole faking thing gets too much lets you know keep a safe word and we’ll you know revert to being best friends and try to exit that situation okay?” You offer. 

“You’re perfect you know? I was nervous what if it gets too much for either of us and this yeah the safe word is sensible.” He agrees. 

“So whats our safe word?” You question. 

“Draw-four.” His mouth twists as though he can taste the loss against your multiple draw fours that you saved just for him at the one on one game. 

You can’t help but laugh, “Okay, draw-four it is.” 

Bucky shakes his head, shifting the gear as the green light comes into view. 

“Also, Firefly, I want you to be comfortable I know what the fucker did might linger or come back at random moments, I know you’re doing well with therapy but if it gets too much or if anything triggers you, please tell me. I will get you out of that situation or help you as you need okay?” He says, you feel your chest constrict at the intensity of him caring about you.

“I will, Bucky, I promise.” You give his hand a squeeze oer the gearshift. 

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The two hour journey to the venue has you both slightly tired, mostly hungry. The rehearsal dinner was the event you both had to dress up first for, as you both enter the venue. 

A squeal has you both turn. 

“Maya.” Bucky grins opening his arms for his cousin to come crashing into him. 

“I thought you were going to ditch my wedding.” She complains but then bounces excited, “Now introduce me to your date!” her eyes turn to you, widening. 

You offer a smile your congratulations to her caught in your throat as she screams excitedly once again. 

“Oh my god, I knew it! I knew this would be best friends to lovers! James you did good! Wait till I tell Aunt Winnie and Becca!” Maya cheers pulling you into a hug. You hug back and Bucky scratches the back of his neck giving you a nervous look. 

Maybe it would not be hard to convince them that you both were in love he thinks…. The only problem was how does he convince himself not to blabber to you. 

You feel Maya’s excitement seep into you as well when she pulls away, jumping slightly. 

“Congratulations!” You cheer. 

“Girl, you have to tell me how did you both realise.” She raises a finger up in warning. 

“I will, I will.” You give a promise to the bride. 

“What is all this commotion?” Winnie Barnes steps out of the room that Maya was in, her smile widening as she spots her son. 

You admire them as they hug after months of staying apart. 

Winnie pulls away from the hug, running a hand over Bucky’s hair and then cupping his jaw. 

“Ma, don’t cry you saw me yesterday on video-call.” Bucky wipes her tears. 

“Not the same,” She pats his head, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you.” He engulfs her in a hug again. 

“I love you too, sunshine.” She smiles warmly. 

“Now where is this mystery date of yours, hiding things from your Ma,” She gives him a small glare, Bucky widens his eyes. He scrambles to turn and his hand is outstretched towards you, you intertwine your fingers with his, stepping next to him. 

“Bucky, you better not be lying.” She looks between the two of you, his grip tightens on your hand.

“We’re not, Mrs. Barnes—,”

“Sweetheart, Winnie for you always.” His mom corrects you, a warm smile. 

She cups your cheek as well. 

“So he finally came to his senses.” She teases. 

“We both did…” You add with a smile, looking up at Bucky, admiring him. 

Bucky looks down at you, your gazes transfixed upon each-other his blue eyes inviting. 

Bucky wants to be lost in your eyes, drowning in their deepness. Submerging himself in the affection that they currently hold for him. 

A flash has you both turn and shake your heads. 

“I need one for the album.” Maya reasons and Bucky sighs. 

“Send me a copy?” You offer trying to dissipate the tension. 

“Why don’t you both settle into your room? And no funny business.” Winnie warns, you both pale. 

“Ma, I would, no—,” Bucky stutters, a blush coating his cheeks. 

Winnie looks at you, before laughing. 

“He better be treating you right, sweetheart, if not just tell me. I’ll sort him out.” She gives him a warning look. 

Then Winnie cups your cheek, “I am so happy you’re with him.” She says earnest. 

Guilt gnaws at you, Winnie probably would be heartbroken if she knew you both were lying through your teeth. 

“Sir, Ma’am, your room is ready, we’ll have the luggage delivered to your room in the next ten minutes.” The receptionist hands you the keycards. 

“Well go freshen up I’ll see you both at seven-thirty for the rehearsal dinner.” 

With a final hug to Winnie and Maya both of you sauntered into your room. Bucky looks at the bed. The only bed. 

“Um, I’ll take the sofa.” He offers. 

“Bucky that sofa is not even going to fit your legs…” You inform him. 

“We’ll just make a wall of pillows?” You offer.

“Are you sure?” His mind wanders to the night you were in his arms, straddling his lap. 

He coughs to remind himself; not to let his mind wander astray. 

You nod, at what you don’t know, it’s not like you both haven’t cuddled or been in each other’s physical space before. Road trips you both pretty much sat next to each other fell asleep listening to songs so why was this different? 

“Is it cool if I shower first?” Bucky turns to the bathroom, “Oh fuck me.” He mutters. 

“What?” You follow his line of vision. 

What kind of hotel was this? 

The wall between the bathroom and bedroom wasn’t opaque it was a glass, a very transparent glass. The door was made on frosted glass, but again you would be able to understand what was going on. 

You gulp audibly. 

Bucky opens the door to check if there is a curtain or towel to cover the pane. 

The bathroom proves to be larger, inside, the toilet seat away from the view only the glass shower and bathtub can be perceived from the glass. 

You peek from the glass as Bucky rests his hands on his hips as he looks around for a solution. 

“Shower with swimsuits?” He offers an idea. 

“Bucky I didn’t carry one…” You scratch the back of your neck, suddenly everything feels incredibly warm.

“Underwear then…” 

“How about we just shower while the other one faces away? Or lays in bed…” you counter. 

It seems plausible, Bucky purses his lips, then nods. 

“So um, you lay down, stretch your feet out and I’ll um, shower first then I’ll lay down…” He runs a hand through his hair and then over his stubble. 

You nod, grabbing your phone and turning to the bed. 

Bucky grabs his toiletries and powers through going to the very open bathroom. Maybe the hot water will fog up the glass? 

You immediately text your best friend and Natasha about the one bed and very daunting bathroom situation but they just send stupid laughing emojis in response. 

You groan. 

Some friends they are, the shower runs and from your angle on the bed you can’t see a thing apart from the ceiling of the bathroom, you sigh. 

It would just be easier to admit to Bucky you have feelings for him. You can’t risk your friendship though. 

Bucky sighs in content as the droplets hit his skin. The warm water taking away the stress of the day and tenseness in his shoulders. He watches the rivulets trail from his body to the anti skid flooring. One hand on the wall. 

His mind briefly wonders what would it be like to have his ex here and then he dismisses the thought. Sharon and he were supposed to be a one off a distraction from his growing feelings for you. 

Then she got clingy, demanding every waking minute of his to be hers to fill with herself and her own needs and wants. 

Bucky sighs again, the suds of soap now turning clear. He grabs the towel, checking the glass sure enough it is fogged up by the heat. 

He puts on his boxers and jeans as he exits and your voice catches in your throat as a lone rivulet makes its was down his neck then chest then abdomen, ending just over the taut band of muscles and you feel as though the world is in slow motion. 

“Take a picture it will last longer.” Bucky teases bringing you out of your staring. 

“I h-hope you didn’t use up all t-the hot water.” You stutter get up grabbing your set of things from your bag. 

The outfit for tonight was a simple purple jumpsuit that brought out your curves, and chest. Long sleeves but very comfortable. 

Bucky lays down, texting Sam and Steve finally about what was happening. They both offered him advice on avoiding the shared bed but then the picture of the couch he sent had them agree with your pillow wall idea. 

As the shower runs he feels himself grow less confident in his plan to have you both pretending, he was so sure he’d slip up. 

When you exit Bucky’s lips part the deep purple of the jumpsuit bringing out the colour of your skin and eyes. The neckline of the outfit was probably his favourite, it was low, and accentuated your chest as the sleeves were the ones that had slits on them. 

It showed skin but in a way that was risqué but classy. 

The fabric hugged the curve of your hips and Bucky wanted to pull you close to him just so he could feel your warmth. 

“Take a picture it will last longer.” You tease him and he shakes his head, observing you do your make up. He’d seen it before the way your tongue would poke out in concentration as you picked which eyeshadow to use or if the colours were going well with what you were wearing. 

You turn to him once you’re done, 

“Can you see if these are even?” You sit next to him on the bed closing your eyes. 

Bucky’s eyes are on your lips and not eyelids. He traces their outline with his gaze, appearing so soft and so inviting. 

“Bucky? Is the eyeliner equal?” You open your eyes as he looks up at your confused expression. 

“Yes, um w-was just ma-making sure they were equal…” He stammers out quickly getting up and to further aid drying his hair. He was growing it out again. 

The two of you make it downstairs, Bucky’s arm slips around your waist before you enter. Pulling you close to his warmth. You smile up at him. 

“You look beautiful.” He admits looking down at you with a smile that sends flutters through your stomach. 

“You look quite handsome yourself.” You offer him an equally butterfly inducing smile. 

Bucky knows his heart will break this weekend but if he gets to pretend to be yours then its worth it. 

You look up at Bucky stealing a final glance before walking through the door. You suddenly realise that maybe, maybe basking in this pretend would at-least give you a taste of happiness, even if the magic would end come Monday morning. 

As the two of you find your seating next to Rebecca, who also is elated at you being the secret girlfriend. The dinner begins to go by without a hitch. 

Emotional words are said in the practice speeches and the love between Maya and her to be husband, Marcus; is felt through all the attendees, tying them all together. 

Bucky has his arm around the back of your chair, as you all wait for dessert. He doesn’t realise it when he begins to trace soft patters along your mid back. You lean into his comforting touch, allowing him to continue. 

When you look up at him, your breath hitches at how intently he looks at you. Those azure eyes taking in every bit of your own eyes. 

“Oh come on, just kiss already.” Rebecca’s voice stops the patterns being drawn upon you. 

“W-what?” You look at her in confusion. 

“You both look like you want to tear into each other.” She rolls her eyes, “Just kiss we’re all adults. Well except the kids table in the corner but,” Rebecca shrugs. 

Bucky leans in deciding to kiss your cheek just to shut his sister’s mouth. You then turn to face him just when his lips were to brush you cheek. 

His soft, slightly chapped lips brush over yours, his eyes widen for a moment. Then he closes them, his hand cups your jaw. You feel that damned fluttering feeling again, as you kiss him back. Your palm resting on his chest. His heart thundering wildly against his chest.  

The kiss lasts for a few moments, that feel as though time was slowed down, all too soon you pull away from him. Biting your own bottom lip and a deep blush creeping across your chest and neck. 

“What did you just start dating?” Rebecca comments, “That looked like a middle schooler’s kiss.” 

Bucky tries to make sense, you try to make sense as well. Because what the fuck, you both just kissed each other. 

“We aren’t into PDA.” You defend with a sip of your drink to soothe the nerves. 

Your hand rests on Bucky’s knee, a grounding action that the two of you needed. 

Back, in the room; he begins to undo his shirt, he’s halfway done when he pauses. 

“Firefly?” 

You turn to face him, the make up from your face gone. 

“Bucky?” 

“Was, was the kiss okay?” He fidgets with the cufflink as he undoes it. 

“I um, guess yeah? Why?” You bring your eyes back up to his, 

“No, no, um Rebecca’s comment just well, what if we don’t appear that comfortable?”

“Do we practice kissing?” You wonder, god just dig a six feet deep hole and bury yourself in it. 

“I, thats not, I’m not—,” He lets out a frustrated sigh, closing the space between you two. 

Your ears begin a ringing at the way his cologne floods your senses. 

Bucky’s warm hands cup your cheeks,

“I’m not, not trying to take advantage of this but um, maybe we could table kissing? Because I guess handholding and all of the other things we’ve done as, as best friends, so…”

“Yeah no um, yeah I get what you’re saying,” you agree. 

“No kissing then.”

“Nope, no kissing.” 

With the rule established you both wind down for the night the pillow wall is built and the covers are pulled over your frames. 

Exhaustion tugs at your body but sleep seems to be at its wits end not wanting to arrive to you. 

Bucky shifts around in bed, staring at the pillow wall. That should not have been the first kiss between the two of you. 

His mind is running a mile a minute, he wonders if you’ve fallen asleep. 

“Bucky, you awake?” Your soft whisper has him tug one pillow away. 

“Hey,” His soft smile greets you with his hair tousled and eyes craving sleep. 

“Hey,” you smile back, your eyes on the verge of sleep, a few strands of your hair curling around your forehead. 

“Can’t sleep?” He wonders and you nod. 

“You too?” You ask and he nods. 

“Do you want to talk till we fall asleep?” You offer as a plan. 

“Sounds like a plan.” Bucky’s heart feels warm. 

It is quiet for a moment before Bucky decides to tell you about his promotion at work. It’s hardly been time at the firm but they recognise his potential. 

You reach across the wall and hug him, Bucky grins and wraps his arms around you, relishing the moment. 

“Thats great! I’m so proud of you!” You cheer him on, he grins. You both slowly pull away from the hug. Returning to your respective sides. 

The conversation flows from there, about what his new responsibilities would be and how he would have to divide his time. Both sets of eyelids get heavy and Bucky dozes off mid conversation, you chuckle lightly. Brushing his hair back and then slumber find you as well. With your hand resting on his cheek.

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It’s very warm for the cooler spring day that was predicted. 

Bucky is usually feeling like a furnace but today he is exceptionally warm as well. Not that he is complaining but something about the warmth is inviting. 

A soft whimper presents itself to Bucky and his eyes peel open. You’re pressed against flush him, his head was buried in the crook of your neck, an arm around your waist. Your arm resting above his own. 

“Firefly…” He tries to coax you out of slumber. 

“Five more minutes…” You mutter sleepily, shifting around till you face him and your head rests on his chest. How do you have a death grip on him to not let him escape he doesn’t understand. 

“Firefly… we gotta get to breakfast…” Bucky manages to free his hand and brushes his thumb over your cheek bone. 

Honestly he wouldn’t leave the bed if he woke up to you everyday. 

“Shhh, the dough is resting.” You grumble, shifting closer.

“The dough?” Bucky grins amused. 

“I’m the dough, must rest in the oven.” You complain again. 

“I thought you’re my Firefly.” Oh he’s going to ask you about this. 

“I can be two things.” You pull away looking at him. 

Bucky looks at you, waiting for the sleepiness to leave you. 

“Bucky?” You ask, then look down at your intertwined bodies, well you clinging onto him. 

“Firefly, good morning.” He chuckles and then you move away from him all too soon. 

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?!” You sit up on your side, face hidden in your hands. 

“Because the dough needed to rest.” He says matter of factly

“What dough?” You question, then it hits you the drunken analogy you had come up with your best friend and Nat, 

“Oh that no, um, i’m, i’m going to the bathroom.” 

You grab your phone and things as quickly as possible, Bucky remains laying in bed you know he’s still laughing, the endearment is clear in his demeanour but you have half a mind you’re going to be called dough from now on till you spill the reason.

Me: i sleepily blabbed to him about resting the dough.

Best Friend: you know this is why I too up night classes here, to stay awake for the fresh batch of well rested dough stories. 

Nat: 🤣🤣 So how was the resting of the dough on the very hot oven?

Me: i hate you both. It was a drunken analogy about Bucky being warm.

Best Friend: that made you want to be dough resting in the oven. 

Nat: so when will you get to baking? Now that you have rested. 

Best Friend: oh I think very soon, Bucky’s probably stiffly up to the right temperature. 

Me: i will smack you both. stop it. 

You groan silently. Keeping your phone on the counter. Useless, your friends are useless comedians at your expense. 

Breakfast passes by in the hotel as an uneventful affair, Bucky and you decided that meal times without family intervention would be on best friend mode so the conversation was mutual topics and trying to see if you could squeeze in a marathon of harry potter movies to commemorate the time you did the same in college a year ago. 

The ceremony is at five which gives you a few hours to kill before absolutely needing to get ready. 

“Do you think we should ask your mum or Maya if she needs any help? It just feels weird being just a guest…” 

Bucky’s hair is falling upon his forehead when he looks up at you. Unthinkingly you reach over to help move it, and for a moment he wants to just have your fingertips run through his hair as he lays next to you. 

“I, yes, we should.” He wonders if you can hear his heart beating almost as if it will leap out of his chest. 

And you both find yourselves barely making it in time to get changed for the ceremony. Bucky takes over ironing duty since he knows your absolutely need to wash your hair before an event otherwise you don’t feel yourself. 

In the nick of time you make it, Bucky eternally grateful you had his cufflinks set up and he helps you zip up the dress. 

You both are panting by the time you reach the attached ballroom. With just two minutes till the bridal march. The wedding planner shoos you both off with a glare as if Bucky and you never helped set the decor because five people of her team fell ill. 

“Shouldn’t have fixed that centrepiece.” You grumble as Bucky snickers before you settle into the seats. 

“Firefly, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have left it unfixed.” He whispers leaning in, 

“I would.” You whisper back. 

“You’re too nice.” 

“I’ll break it. Let the reception begin.” You warn him. 

He wraps his arm around your shoulder bringing you close. 

“I think the dough needs some rest.” He teases. 

“James.” You warn, the redness of your cheeks only urging him onward. 

“Sorry dough, won’t bother you.” Bucky says, giving you puppy eyes. 

“James—,” Your voice caught in your throat at his proximity. He licks his lips, eyes on your soft ones. You’re wearing that red lipstick from the brand you frequently stayed up at night to order from, and he could lie and say the shade does nothing for you because your lips seem so inviting the shade of red adding to your allure. 

If you ask him for his heart he’d give it to you right there, he’d get on his knees and beg you to have it. 

The bridal march breaks his reverie and both of you stand up with the crowd as Maya walks down the aisle with her father, looking every bit of an angel in her wedding gown. 

When you look at her fiancé, your heart lurches, he’s crying tears of joy watching her close the final bit of distance between them and their forever. 

As her father gives her hand in her to be husband, the intimate look of hidden smiles they share almost has you look away. 

Bucky watches the ceremony play out, Maya and Marcus have to say their vows now and he knows they were best friends before Maya admitted her feelings and they have been together four years before they got engaged. 

“I believe the couple have prepared their own vows.” The minister gestures and Marcus’  best man hands him his folded papers. 

“Maya, I met you in high school and you were instantly my best friend.” Marcus begins. 

“We made a list of promises of what we would do and a set of friendship rules, you may not remember but I still have those pieces of decorated cardboard.”

Maya laughs, recalling the memory. 

You look up at Bucky, recalling the moment from where you both turned into each other’s best friends. 

“The first time as best friends when we had an argument was over where would we go to for college, because in all honesty you and I can only function if we’re close enough to share our one braincell.”

Their entire bridal party laughs at the joke. 

You recall the time you were paired with him to play Charades and the two of you sucked so horribly that the entire group banned the game.

“That day I was so angry but when I went back home I saw those cardboards. I knew college could be done anywhere but my best friend? I couldn’t leave her. That is the best damn decision, I made, well that and proposing to you and today standing in front of you, vowing to be by your side, even when you hate me leaving my clothes scattered on the floor, loving you even when I may be annoyed at you for not being able to pick a place for dinner,” 

Maya lightly swats him, then wipes a tear. 

You stare at Bucky catching the smile on his face, you wonder what he thinks about, then you feel him about to look at you so you look ahead. 

“To cherish you even when things around us may push and shove us to not remember what we’re together for, to nourish and nurture our love, our life, 

to work on myself to be the best I can be for you. To support you in everything you need me to support you, to catch you if you stumble, to be held by you if I tumble. I vow to be your best friend, love and husband as long as time is ours.” Marcus gazes lovingly at his bride. 

Bucky tears his eyes away when he hears your sniffle. You wipe your tears with the back of your hand. His hand shifts to wipe your tears and to hold you closer. Press his lips to your temple in promise. 

“Marcus, how am I supposed to speak now?” Maya complains with a chuckle that masks a small sob. 

Her groom shrugs innocently making all the teary eyed faces laugh. 

“My Marcus, the day you entered my life, was the most ordinary day I thought but little did I know your doodle of a covalent bond in my notebook would be setting up the reaction for an extraordinary life ahead where I get to stand at the altar with you.” Maya looks up at him, Marcus smiles at her, eyes getting watery. 

“When I admitted my feelings to you, I was scared to lose you. So scared that I was going to hold my silence. Then you brought those damn sliders from the place we went to as best friends and I knew I had to tell you how much more love my heart held for you.”

Buck looks down at you, every memory with you playing in his mind, taking in Maya’s words and replacing them with moments he has with his Firefly. 

“I vow to not nag you for your clothes strewn across the floor.” 

Bucky adores you as you laugh. Then looks back at the bride and groom. 

“I vow to be brave when you need me to for myself and for you. I vow to let my fears show so you can be brave for me and yourself. I vow to cherish you for who you are and who you become. To nourish and nurture our love, our life. To work on myself for being the one you need through any stage of life we are at; to be your best friend, love and wife as long as time is ours.” 

You gaze up at Bucky when his hand moves in your periphery, you catch the redness of his cheeks, he cried as well. Your hands ache to offer comfort.

Bucky gazes at you, both of your visions blurry from the tears. 

“Beautiful words, now I ask you, Marcus Finnegan, do you take Maya Barnes as your lawfully wedded wife?” The minister questions Marcus.

He places the wedding band on her finger.

Bucky grasps your hand in his, fingers curling around the space between yours. You look from the half intertwined hands to Bucky questioningly.

He isn’t going to let you go, no. 

If he had gotten to you first that night, maybe if he was brave enough he could have prevented the heartbreak.

“Now I ask you, Maya Barnes, do you take Marcus Finnegan as your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister questions Maya.

She places the wedding band on his finger.

You curl your fingers around his hand, letting tears flow down your cheeks. You hope with all your heart you’re interpreting his gesture correctly. If only you had gotten to him first that night.

“I present to you family and friends, by the power vested in me, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes-Finnegan. You may now kiss the bride.” 

The cheers and clapping around the ballroom die down into a dull buzz, Bucky cups your cheek with his left hand, pulling your lips onto his own. The kiss filled with a longing and hunger that you both carried for months. Salt mixes with the taste of his lips. Fears slowly let gone off as you grasp his left hand that rests upon your cheek.

When the two of you pull away for air, hidden by everyone standing to keep clapping for the newly weds allowing you both to be tucked away in your little corner.

“Why didn’t we say anything?” Bucky laughs through the tears.

“I was scared to lose you.” You rest your forehead against his, Bucky wipes your tears as you wipe away his own.

“Firefly, I’m never letting you go. Should have walked upto you and that fucker.” He finally admits, confessing his entire plan to you.

“I kept thinking of doing the same when you were with her, showed up with your favourite flowers too. Have it preserved back home…” 

“I’ve kept it preserved too.” Bucky admits, joy ceases his heart at your elation.

Your lips meet again, this time with lesser longing than before but the need to have each other ever present. Bucky’s lips peppered kisses all over your face, drawing out laughter from you. 

Each mirthful moment tucked away for him to keep. 

Your head resting on his chest as his arms around your waist, the slow notes of the song cascade around the two of you, Bucky had you on the dance floor from the first song, dinner left for later. 

You tilt your head back looking up at him with so much adoration.

“Waited so long to have you look at me this way.” He admits.

“Always looked at you this way when you weren’t looking.” You confess.

“Never looking away from your gorgeous eyes, Firefly.” He promises, his lips ghost over yours, as you rise on your tip toes even with heels to kiss your Bucky.

He finally got to you. You finally got to him.

—x—

[ask-missparker]

WandaVision AU - We found wonderland you & I got lost in it 🤍

Pairing: Amelia x Nikolai

Summary: What if 2 Agents of Shield were trapped in a classic all American sitcom created by a old friend? Utter bliss!

Characters mentioned: Marlene, Melissa, Wanda, Vision, Agnes, Mr. Hart & his wife and etc

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‘It’s Been A Long, Long Time’ played quietly on the radio situated above the sink, just loud enough to be heard over the sizzling pancakes on the frying pan. The humming could be as the women swayed side to side, chuckled at the song being played. Her kitten heels clicked against the hardwood floor, running a finger across her pinned curls.

She looked outside the window, listening into her town with a soft smile. The occasional bark of the house dog could be heard throughout the day as they pranced about the neatly cut grass of the town.

Each house was lined with the most decadent array of flowers around the fence, each petal greeting you as you walked by the uniform bushes. A postcard worthy image to behold.

As she worked around the kitchen, her hands went to smooth down your cream colored apron. She glanced around the clock, with a darling smile. 6:45 on the dot. She placed the pancakes onto two sliver dollar plates and poured herself a glass of morning coffee.

As if on cue, her husband walked and called out, “Honey, I’m ready.” He was fixing his tie, newspaper under his armpit and grin plastered across his face. A silly grin to be correct. He was all dressed up his favorite suit, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips and hummed, “You look lovely this morning.”

“You say that every morning.” She replied.

“Because that’s correct, you always look lovely in the morning.”

“And at night?”

“I can’t say that with straight face, doll.”

“Silly man.”

“You love me for it.”

“That I do.”

The two sat down and ate breakfast, listing the plans for today and hearing the soft hums that played from the radio. Sadly, time was of the hour and not a moment later, resulting in the brunette man to scurry off to work not without lacing a few more kisses on his wife’s face.

“Have a nice day!” She called out from the door.

“I will! And remember we have dinner plans tomorrow night!” He called out, touring the car onto the highway.

She headed back inside, cleaning up the living room as she guided herself towards the magazines on the kitchen table with a smile. The pictures were just dreamy. The nicely tuned housing, the radio in the living room, the tv placed right in front of the couch, the curtains evenly sized for the windows, the coffee table filled with magazines and a flower pot of daisies.

——

She sighed happily at the sight, suddenly hearing a doorbell. Who could possibly ruin her perfectly good morning?

She ran up, stringing her dress and opened the door, “Good morning, how may I help you?”

“Why hello dear, I’m Agnes! Your next door neighbor.” She replied with a smile.

“Next door neighbor? Pardon darling, but my next door neighbors is Marlene and her wife.”

“Oh right! I meant next door neighbors on the other side of the block.”

“Is there anything you need, dear?”

“Yes! I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to meeting our NEW neighbors? They just moved in.”

“I’m rather busy, maybe next time? I have dinner plans to prepare.”

“It would only be just a moment, I promise. Besides everyone in WestView should be welcome with open arms, correct?”

“Correct, let me get my bag.”

She followed Agnes out of the door to their next door neighbors around the block, Ms. Vision.

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Meanwhile her husband appeared rushing into work, and not a second later! He slid into his chair behind the new man at the office, Vision. But his gaze was quickly brought to the brunette woman sitting next to him with a smile. His best friend his childhood grinned brightly as his hair swift to the side typing on the keys of the typewriter, filling in and out paperwork.

“Morning, Nikolai!” She with a grin, handing her best friend the paperwork for him to fill out.

He took the copy of the work and replies, “Morning! How’d you sleep?”

“Alright I guess? The dog from Mr. Jetsons kept me up all night.”

“That was the dog? I thought it was my stomach growling.”

Both laughed at their banter. That was when their boss, Mr. Hart came in talking with all the men and women at the office building. He remarked, “You remember tonight’s plan, ay Vision?”

The blonde man with glasses, “Huh? Oh yes, sir, Mr. Hart!”

“Good because I like a good meatloaf! Hope your wife can cook just as well.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Hart! My wife is a master in the kitchen.”

The two men talked, it was clear to Marlene and Nikolai that Vision forgot about today. He looked uttered lost, like he had a screw loose or something?

Marlene stood up from her desk and carried herself over to Vision saying, “Hey it’s alright. Mr. Hart just wants to see his employees make good impression.”

“Why yes but what do I do? It’s tonight! I had nothing planed.” Vision admitted, running a hand across his blonde locks.

“It happens to everyone! I remember my first dinner with our boss, I practically fumbled over my words and my wife had to save my skins.”

“Really?”

“Yeah but after a few seconds, I pulled myself together.”

Nikolai chuckled leaned over his desk, “Hey man, don’t sweat it! Just call up your wife and see if there is anything that you can do.”

“Oh yes, right!” He said, dialing his wife waiting for her to pick looking over his shoulder, “And thank you..?”

“Nikolai. And that’s Mar!”

“Thank you. Both of you are too kind.”

“It’s no problem, you’ll get the hang of it.”

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Amelia and Agnes arrived a Wanda’s household. There were plenty of disagreements, trying to coax Wanda on how an anniversary should be spent with your spouse, playful remarks that had an underlying concern to them. But women laughed, including Wanda who took a liking to both girls. She heard the phones and picked up, realizing it was her husband as she spoke with him. Sending signals for both ladies, to take notes about her plans for tonight.

Agnes left soon enough, leaving Wanda alone with Amelia to get ready.

She was brushing the light redhead hair as she asked, “Amelia?”

“Yes Wanda?” She replied, pinning the curls.

“I heard you say to Agnes you have been together longer than us. How long?”

“Since after the wars ended, my fiancé and his best friend returned home safely. And soon we were hitched.”

“Was it lovely?”

“It was. I remember the look on Melissa’s face seeing her best friends get married. We had our honeymoon and you know the rest.”

Wanda chuckled, “Oh yes I do! My husband didn’t go to the war, he stayed behind to help with performances and engines on machines.”

“That sounds daring.” Amelia chuckled, “I remember my husband returned home a little hurt, he bruised his leg but he was fine. Now we’re married then got our puppy.”

The short redhead spinner around in her chair, “You have pet? You didn’t leave him alone did you?”

“He’s only 6 months old, big boy, and staying with a friend for the weekend.” Amelia explained. 

“Aww that’s sweet.”

“I should get going, bye love!”

“Bye!”

“And remember, share tonight like it’s your last.”

——

Nikolai drove up to house down the block away after work with flowers and knocked on the door.

As they door opened, it revealed a set of glasses, pin up curls and a lovely flared out dress.

“Aww for me?” She asked in a teasing tone.

He rolled his eyes, “No Mel. Theses are my wife, yours is coming home later with a surprise for you.”

“Ooh can’t wait! And someone is excited to see you.”

“Where is he?”

In came a strong pair of footsteps hurrying out the door to face his owner. Arrow barked and wagged his tail as Nikolai ruffles behind his ears and kiss his furry face, causing Arrow to lick his own. Melissa chuckled and pats the very dog on top of his head before asking how are things at home with the misuses as he repiled ‘As good as ever.’

With that he left waving at his friend was the same time Marlene arrived home herself. Perfect timing.

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The man of the hour arrived home with the barking joy following him, knowing his wife had no idea of the little surprise as he held up flowers in the other hand. Walking across the the doorway into the living room, he met the frame of his wife reading a magazine humming with a smile.

He chuckled, reaching over setting his suitcase on the floor with a small thud that catches anyone’s attention. It caught her attention, as she looked up to see her husband and dog.

She chuckled getting up from the couch leaning into to kiss her husband with a soft smile. He gladly returned the kiss reaching down to wrap his hand around her waist, as Arrow stood in-between them barking as if to say ‘I’m here too! Pay attention to me’. She rolled her eyes and held Arrow’s face in her hands pressing a kiss his cheek as he wagged his tail as if to say, ‘There’s the sugar!’

“Is that why your home late?” She asked following him into the kitchen to finish stirring up the pasta, she was making for the two of them.

He placed a bowl of doggie food on the floor next to the table and repiled, “I know we both stay away from him for long.”

“You just him to sleep in your bed with us dear.”

“Guilty as charged.”

As they ate dinner, Nikolai remembered what else happened today at work, bringing up the topic of their neighbors again. Having both met the newest couple in WestView today.

He chuckled, “I hope Vision and Wanda are doing alright tonight.”

“What do you mean?” She asked with a curious smile.

“You didn’t know? Mr. Hart is having Vision host a dinner for them tonight. You know to impress his boss and have his job fully secured.”

“No? Tonight is their anniversary, Wanda said it herself. Their was a heart on the calendar.”

“Then Wanda is mistaken because the heart of the calendar was for Mr. and Mrs. Hart.”

“Ohhh…oops?”

“We’ll see on Monday if he gets the job or not.”

Both couldn’t help but laugh, smiling brightly.

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That’s all folks! Tell me what you think?

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[xoxiu]

my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter eighteen table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa, @frieschan

“We’re going back to Seoul,” Yoongi said, dragging Kiwo up the trail and back towards the house. The others exchanged frantic glances as they slowly calmed down from their previous panic.

The rage, the fear, and the panic Yoongi felt at that moment were enough to confirm his theory- Kiwo was not ready to be independent yet.

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The front door slowly creaked open. Kiwo’s head ripped around to face the door- and the person cautiously peeked in. As her eyes landed on him, her heart stopped. Kiwo bit her lip, but couldn’t help but tear up. She quickly ran to him, crying tears of happiness. 

The room filled with coos as Kiwo jumped into Yoongi’s arms, sobbing loudly as he held her. 

“Why is she..?” Jimin started to ask, his own eyes tearing up. He was thoroughly confused at the sight- Kiwo was supposed to be happy that Yoongi was home, not sad. 

“Happy tears, love,” Seokjin said, “Happy tears.”

The two walked over to the couch, Yoongi sitting down with Kiwo still tightly latched onto him. He closed his eyes as he laid back, feeling exhausted from the hours-long drive. Cries faded into sniffles, and as things calmed down from the reunion, Jimin deemed it the perfect opportunity to remind everyone of the day’s plans.

”Are we still gonna go on a nature walk?” He asked, looking around the room. Silent conversations were held as they looked back and forth at each other, not sure exactly what to say. 

“Once I’ve had time to rest, then we can all go,” Yoongi was the one who replied first. Gently, he nudged Hoseok, who promptly gave up his seat next to Yoongi on the couch. Yoongi lay down across it, holding Kiwo closely on top of him. 

Jimin furrowed his brows, not liking the implications. “But you nap for hours! I wanna go now!”

”Jimin-” Hoseok started empathetically until Yoongi cut him off. 

“Just 30 minutes. Count them.”

Jimin began to obnoxiously count upwards, walking upstairs while still yelling out numbers. Yoongi smirked and closed his eyes. 

“Thanks, hyung. Now he’s never going to shut up until then.” Hoseok crossed his arms, annoyed at the older’s suggestion. 

“Do you really think he can count that high?”

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“1,800! Come on, Yoongi hyung!” Jimin ran down the stairs, only to be met with everyone already at the front door. Seokjin was bent down, tying up Kiwo’s shoes. 

At Taehyung’s command, Jimin began frantically grabbing his coat and shoes. The air was chill, likely the last good weather day of the season. Winter was fast approaching, and snow would fall any day now. 

Kiwo was all bundled up as if the temperatures had already fallen below freezing- Yoongi made sure the girl had on a cute pink hat and matching mittens. Previously she had on a scarf, but after a minor meltdown over feeling suffocated, Yoongi decided not to fight that specific battle. 

“Daddy,” Kiwo whined out, stomping her feet. “They hurt!” 

“They’re just mittens, doll. You’ll live.”

“But they-“ Before Kiwo could finish, Yoongi bent down and harshly removed the mittens from her hands. He lightly swatted her hand, scolding her. 

“You will not act like a brat on our walk, got it?” Kiwo did not acknowledge Yoongi, simply staring at Jin as he opened the door. 

A grin grew on Jimin’s face as he came up with a plan. He ran past everyone else towards the water, calling out to Kiwo ‘I’ll beat you there!’

Before Yoongi could tell her no, she wasn’t allowed to run ahead of them, Kiwo was already running quickly behind Jimin. The boy was much taller and faster and reached the shore before Kiwo was even halfway down the hill. Everyone watched as Kiwo stopped in her tracks as Jimin began to laugh and tease her for losing. 

“It’s okay, Kiwo. It wasn’t a fair race,” Namjoon consoled the little as they approached her. She still stood frozen in the path, not moving or speaking. As they got closer, Yoongi went to pick the girl up, only to have her make a sudden break for the forest to the left of them. 

“God- Kiwo!” Yoongi yelled, dropping her mittens and running after her. 

Kiwo ran with all the energy she could muster. Freedom was all she was thinking about as she tried to lose Yoongi in the thin forest. If she could only run quickly and yell loud enough, someone would be bound to hear her. 

Standing alone, facing the vast ocean made something snap in her. She didn’t belong here- she was kidnapped. Oftentimes it felt like she forgot that she was technically a missing person since she wasn’t being tortured or killed. The ocean was so beautiful- Kiwo had never seen it before coming to Korea. In a backward way, it reminded her of home, where she wanted to be. 

So, she ran. Her chest ached, her legs tingled, and her breath hitched with every stride, but she never stopped running. Kiwo didn’t know if she was screaming or not- she thought she was, but couldn’t hear a single thing. 

She was going home. 

All Kiwo could think of was going home to see all her friends, and have a giant reunion with as much alcohol they could fathom. Be an adult. Her first adventure into adulthood was squashed with Yoongi’s whole baby act, and she wanted to be big again. While she liked it, her brain knew it was sick and twisted. Yoongi was basically a pedophile. 

Kiwo turned her head to look back. To her surprise, no one was behind her. Her fast-paced run slowed as she realized no one was chasing after her, allowing her to catch her breath. No one had run after her. 

Looking around, Kiwo really couldn’t see anything. The terrain was turning more mountainous, which she didn’t feel like climbing. Not wanting to go back, she stayed where she was, sitting on the cold ground. 

Time passed, and Kiwo kept her eyes wide open. She looked in all directions to try and see if someone would find her. It felt like hours, and the sky was slowly darkening with what looked to be an incoming storm. Kiwo curled in on herself at the thought of being lost in the woods while it was raining. 

Left with only her thoughts, she began second-guessing her decisions. Yoongi wasn’t dangerous- or, wasn’t dangerous towards her. He was the closest relation she ever had, and in reality, she really, really found him attractive. Who in their right mind runs away from a hot man that wants you to be with them? Maybe, Kiwo thought, she was just an idiot. 

A raindrop fell onto the top of her head. 

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It had been three hours since Namjoon and Yoongi searched for Kiwo. Rain began to steadily fall, making the ground muddy and hard to walk in. After the first hour, their anxieties turned into anger at Kiwo’s actions. She had it so good, why would she run from it? 

“This is the last time I let her outside, I swear to God,” Yoongi yelled over to Namjoon, who canvassed the area roughly 50 yards to Yoongi’s right. “When we find her-”

”Over there!” Namjoon yelled, briefly pointing to the right before sprinting towards Kiwo. Yoongi quickly followed his lead, just barely making out the bright white color of her jacket through the pouring rain.

[amberjane9]

The album art from Maggie's shop

Presented entirely without comment. Do with these what you will.

Oslo Revival

Come On Over to Our Third Floor Apartment

We’re Having a Party

Just For You

Four In A Bed

Have This Drink

It Doesn’t Taste Weird

We’ll Take Care Of You

We Love You

You’re One Of Us Now

Together Forever

Disguises

Carol and her hat

The bicycle

Memories of a windchime

Lunch

Who am i today

Make me cry

Peggy asked for her jumper back

It’s raining in my kitchen

You cast a spell on my wife

Running into danger

Transcending the patriarchy

Plumbing

A dozen eggs (too many)

Someone New in the Bedroom

Better Together

No track listings

Kubasulu

Great White Lies

Fishy Business

Fluent in Shark-asm

Vanish into Fin-air

Gettin’ Chummy

You’re Gill-ty

No-fin Left to Lose

I Chews You

Sweating in the City

No track listing

Rat Kieth

Look at This Mountain

The Mountain I climbed

Assorted Wailing Cries of Peril

I Ate Some Berries (Shouldn’t Have Done That)

What Happens on the Mountain Stays on the Mountain

I See It in My Dreams

Soiled Leaves and Soft Bark

Don’t Touch the Mushrooms

Huddle for Warmth

My Map Blew Away

This Is My Home Now

Finally Rescued

A Dog in God’s Hot Car

Chem Trails

Raga Kobot

Earth, Swallow Me Whole

Why Can’t I Just Stay In Bed?

Sighing Loudly

No One’s Going to Lunch

I’m Hungry But I Don’t WAnt to Eat Alone

I Wonder What’s On the Menu Today

Probably Something Mediocre

I’m Tired

It’s Friday

I Wish It Would End

Just Sounds 2.0

Falling Coin

Stubbed Toe

Oops!

Rice in a Bowl

Spoon Clang 

Gagging

Crinkled Paper

Bad Alphabet

Winded

Deaf Dust

Change the Lightbulb

Cartwheels in Mexico

This cinnamon candle

Hold me

Let go

Who wait’s for us?

Awesome

The basement’s pretty dark

Broken Bulb

Stairway to your Mum’s house.

Snapshots From the Moon

Randa Ransom

Doin’ It in the Dust

Hard on the Rocks

Ridin’ The Horizon

Tall Drink of Water

Wear My Hat

Call My Name

Let Me Use A Saddle

Just Us in the Dust

I’m Lost and I Don’t Speak the Language

Lost in Tokyo

WHat’s that shop selling?

Sex Dolls (Self-Assembly)

Where’s the bathroom?

This Toilet is Singing

More Sex Dolls

There’s a Cafe for Cats

I Want to Go Home

What’s Home in Japanese?

Take Me Anywhere Taxi Man

The Answer May Surprise You

Georgina O’Georgia

Gorgeous in Georgia

Oh George, you’re gorgeous

It’s Georgia with a G!

Get your hands off my hair

Yes, that’s my real name

Spur Of The Moment

The Walking Shambles

Long Strides

Moira Walbrook

Getting Darker Seeing the Light, Vol. 4

Au Revoir Fingers

Red Eye Smiles

Stupid Teeth

Lateral Incisor

Rosanna Koson

Skinny Dipping

Sheila Sims

International Tour Live Recording, London 2015

Kobie Conroy

A Single Malt and a Good Woman

Alexandru Wainright

Flying Birds and Chem Trails

Izabelle McLaughlin

Singing in my Sleep

Allison Hut

Symphony No. 4 - Soprano, Recorded Performance with the Silver City Players

Milli LeBlanc

Set me on fire

Antoine Balynska

It’s Been a Long Night

I can’t wait to take my shoes off

Slip into the bath

Read a good book

Have a watery nap

Grab my jammies

Curl up in bed

Press my head into the pillow

Fall asleep forever

The Silver City Players

Climbing the mountain of God

My first-born is yours, O Lord

Prayers for supper

Fishing Rodney

Small Pond

CT Bazz

Locking up and looking down

No track listing

Dank Balaclava

No track listing

Moshe Redman

Up close and personal

Michelle Kolov

Layers

Hamid Moon

Sea Songs

One day I started floating

Got lost in the waves

Didn’t bring a paddle

Been here for three weeks

Can’t see land

There’s little hope left

Rehan Yu

Neon Dreams 2.0

Late night madness

Last orders

Stumbling

The night tube

Falling asleep

Waking up in Vauxhall

The night tube (remix)

Giving up at Wood Green

Walking alone

I dropped my phone

Shitty kebab

Restless sleep in a bush

[switchbladedreamz]

Black Velvet

(I know ST4 is in like 85-86 and the song Black Velvet came out in '89 but the song just gets my attention and it reminds me of Eddie).

AU but its Vecna's house is used for high school parties because its abandoned and on the outskirts of town and you're Steve's little sister. (Seriously a perfect house for parties).

Requested?: Nope.

Summary: Steve forgets to pick you up. Again. But this sorta leads to Eddie getting in your pants.

Warnings: smut, 18+, fingering, slight f recieving oral, underage drinking and substance use (weed), penetrative sex, p in v, dirty talk if you squint.

If I had to choose a way to describe Eddie "The Freak" Munson, it would be "Black Velvet". Dark, but soft. The texture displeasing to some but loved by others. He's dark on the outside but a soft person who just wants the world to accept him. He's sweet, even without thinking. He leaves you longing for more. His smile brings me to my knees.

It was a Friday night and the town's horrorhouse is lit up with loud music and lights. The floorboards shudder under the weight of half the Hawkins seniors jumping and dancing to Sunglasses At Night by Corey Hart. Poor Steve "The Hair" Harrington in the corner with his date who's talking animatedly while he looks disinterested, forgetting he has to pick up his little sister from hanging out with her friends. Robin and Vickie are making out in the second floor bathroom, both drunk and happy. Eddie Munson? Where else but with the Hellfire Club rocking out in a garage. What's different about this night is not only Mike and Dustin watching them practice, (Y/n) is covering for Gareth on the drums. He got food poisoning from Benny's Burgers.

As we bang out the last few notes Dustin and Mike are as always giving us a standing ovation. "That was sick (Y/n)! Where'd you learn to play like that?" I smile wide and tell them it was my dad that taught me, and being in band in high school. "Alright that's a wrap guys. Who wants to to back to my place for the after party?" Everyone made excuses for not being able to go. "I will" I reply and grab my bag, already headed to his van. "Well okay, didnt expect that" he whispers to himself but the boys just shoot him winks, smiles and thumbs ups. He shakes his head and laughs as he climbs into the driver seat.

We're chillin in his living room smoking and listening to his cassettes. "I had a great time at practice today, I love playing the drums. Especially for metal instead of just at pep rallies." I pass the joint back to him, "you're a really good player, I know for sure while Gareth is sick you can definitely take his place" Eddie responds than I watch his lips wrap around the rolled paper. Then how they part seconds later when he blows the smoke out. He looks at me and raises his brow, I wink back and he laughs. He leans in, like he's going to kiss me but his uncle walks through the door. "Oh. Hey Ed. Who's your friend?" Startled by my presence and questions while placing his six pack in the fridge. "Oh this is (Y/n), a friend from school and she's covering drums for Gareth at practice since he's sick." His uncle nods and responds as he walks in his room. "Its late Eddie, make sure she gets home safe.". I smile and get off the couch. "Can I borrow your phone?" He flourished his arm out telling me to go for it. I call home three times but there's no answer. "Shit." I curse. "What's wrong?" Eddie comes over and places his hand on my arm, my heart beats faster. "Oh uh well...Steve isn't back from his date yet and our parents are out for their anniversary in Ibiza". "I'll be right back doll" he blurts before knocking then entering his uncle's room. He returns with a devilish grin on his face and ushers me to follow him. Hopping in his van I give him directions to where Steve is first. "Wait this is the Creele house. And there's a party goin on?" He looks to me questioning why I've brought him here. "Steve is inside and I'm gonna go embarrass him in front of his precious friends that's clearing more important to him than I am. And steal some alcohol too.". Eddie watches me walk away. Eyes on my ass till I disappear from his eyesight. I angrily storm through the door and push past all the people till I find him. "Heeeeey (Y/n) wh-what're you doin here?" He slurs. "Of course, you're drunk off your ass and forgot to pick me up from my friend's house. So thanks asshole. Clearly your friends mean more to you than me." He grabs my arm as I turn to where the drinks are. "W-wait I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I forgot, let me go get Ro-" a loud shout of your name is heard over the music and people look around and at me. Robin is at the top of the stairs with Vickie hiding behind her. She rushes down to hug me. I wave to Vickie then grab a couple bottles and a jug that looks to be the punch that everyone has been drinking from in the bowl. Oh fuck yes. I grab that then rush out of the door, Robin and Steve behind me. "Wait! (Y/N)! I'll give you a ride." "I already have one Steve. And you and Robin are too drunk to drive me.". I set the stuff in the floorboard of my seat with the pitcher in my lap. Next thing we hear is the back doors opening on Eddie's van and Robin and Steve crawling in. "Sssshhh Robin. We- we have to be quiet, so they don't hear us". She quietly shuts the doors as Steve loudly whispers to her. Eddie looks me in the eye and mouths "what the fuck?" I just shrug and 15 minutes later we're at my house. Steve pretended to be shocked to see us even though we took him and Robin inside and laid them on the couches. I was almost tempted to leave him in the back of the van. I grabbed chips and some snack cakes and we go upstairs. I pop in Rocky Horror Picture Show in the VHS and get my weed and pipe out.

We spread the snacks out on my bed and smoke and drink. Halfway through the movie Eddie's arm is around me and my head is on his shoulder. Eddie's voice breaks the silence. "Hey c-could I ask you question?" "You just did" I chuckle, picking my head up off his shoulder I look at him as he blushes. "Uhm...you remember earlier at my trailer? Before my uncle walked in?" I sit up straight and nod my head yes. "You wanna pick up where we left off?" I smile then slowly lean in to kiss him, his soft lips greet mine and its everything I could have imagined. But better. He tastes like twinkies. The thought makes my high ass giggle, interrupting the sweet moment. "Sorry, I'm high" I apologize, then straddle his lap. My hands are on his face as I kiss him. His hands squeeze my ass softly. I whimper then bite his lip and drag out as far as I can. He growls then spanks my ass. I giggle and pull him on top of me as I lay on my back in the middle of the bed. He laughs now too then we both break apart to take our battle vests off. And then our shirts are next to the vests on the floor, then my bra. His calloused fingers massage my breasts, his mouth kissing my neck and sucking hickies. Then a knock sounds on the door. I push eddie off me and grab a pillow to cover my chest, then eddie does the same for his lap. Robin comes in. "Hey- oh my god, I'm sorry!" She shouts before storming off back down the stairs.

We shrug it off and Eddie kneels before on the floor, my open legs before him. He pulls down my skirt. Then my pantyhose. Then my panties. He stares at my glistening folds before him. His finger slips in slowly. It slowly thrusts in and out, my breath stops when he curls it, hitting that perfect spot. He bites his lip and watches me react. He adds a second finger slowly again, it thrusts and curls inside me. His mouth kisses up my thighs. He kisses my lips then dives his tongue in. My hand grips his soft curls. He groans when I pull on his hair, he nips my clit with his teeth and I yelp. "Oh shit I didn't hurt you, did you?" I laugh and kiss him. "No, that felt good. But I think I'm ready now." Eddie smiles and kisses me again then he undoes his belt then is pulling his pants down. I go to pull his boxers down but he stops me. "I got this, just lay on the bed and look pretty for me princess". Following his orders I lay back on the bed then watch as he pumps his dick before putting the condom on. The devilish smile from earlier returns as he gently pushes himself in. I whimper when he bottoms out. "Hey I got you pretty girl" he whispers in my ear then bites my earlobe. His free hand lands on my cheek, holding my face as he kisses my neck and nibble my shoulder. He changes sides. His smooth lips gracing the warm skin of my right shoulder, ghosting up my neck. His tongue licks the shell of my ear, then up my neck, his teeth sinking into my throat below my ear. I clench around him and he moans. His cock slowly pulls out then he slams in me forcing a half moan half scream to be pulled from my throat. He rests a moment, pulls out slowly then thrust harshly back into me. He held himself over me, his face above mine, watching my face as he drags his thick cock out again slowly. He gives two short shallow thrusts, halfway out. He stays still for so long I tried to ask him move again but he surprises me , starts fucking me hard and fast. His cock filling me rapidly, the pink mushroom tip repeatedly hitting my gspot. My kneecaps meet his ribs as my legs wrap around him and go higher, making him go deeper and deeper into me. "Oh fuck! E-eddiiiiee" I whine. "Yes, darling?" He pants from around my nipple. "I-I I think...I'm gonna cum". "Then come for me darling. Squeeze this sweet little cunt around my cock and make me cum with you". His dirty words send me over the edge and I do exactly as he asked. He groans and pulls out before jerking himself off into the condom.

I huff out a breath and move out from under him then crawl under the blanket. He crawls in next to me and pulls my face into his damp chest. His large hand strokes my hair. "Good night princess" he whispers then kisses my head. "G'night Eds." I smile and snuggle into his warmth.

I'm awakened by a girlish scream then I see Steve at the of my bed. "Cover your chest please". He asks politely. "Sorry" I apologize then grab a tshirt from the floor. "Thank you. Why are you in bed naked and Eddie "The Freak" Munson in my kitchen, shirtless making pancakes!" Steve screams. We both groan at the same time, hand going to our heads. "Great, you're hungover too. What the hell? And why does it smell like pot and sex in here?!" He says angrily. "Do you want the truth or a lie?". He let's out a massive "uuugh" and storms out my door. I giggle but that turns into a groan as I move because my hips are sore. I pull some shorts on and walk down the stairs. "Hey (Y/n)!" Robin says, unusually chipper. She rushes to me and pulls my arm to bring me to the couch. "O. M. G. Steve is pissed! And Eddie? Oh my gosh your neck! What happened last night?!" She speaks fast but excitedly. I blush as I realize Eddie left a lot of hickies. "Yeah I know he's pissed, and me and Eddie hooked up last night, it was awesome. And so last night Steve forgot me, again. And last night I was upset about it so I had Eddie bring me to-" "Hey princess! Pancakes are ready for whoever's wants to tell Mr. Grumpy." "Okay Robin, I'll tell you later.". She smiles and nods happily. Then whispers to me, "I got drunk and made out with Vickie!".

[itsvickytoria]

Stranger Things AU

She Snapped AU

Other than the incident with Jason at the beginning of summer; Chrissy hasn't been bothered by him since. It made her anxious because he wasn’t one to back down so easily. The rest of her summer was spent behind the desk at Family Video or at the Byer-Hopper house. Thoughts of her parents and brother were always in the back of her mind; Hopper seemed to be doing a great job of keeping them at bay, or they just no longer cared.

That is until two weeks before the summer ended. Chrissy was working a shift with Robin at Family Video, stocking the shelves, when a familiar car pulled into the lot. She thought nothing of it until the overhead door chimed and footsteps came right behind her. Whipping around she found her mother; dressed like she was ready to go yachting, polished and perfect, all except for her face. Her mother’s beautiful face was set in disapproval, causing her face to crease “don’t make that face Chrissy, you’ll get premature wrinkles. Men don’t like women with wrinkles; they’ll move onto someone younger and prettier if they see you’re getting old” Her mothers words rang in her head.

Color drained from the young girl’s face; she was prepared to hear from her mother at some point but didn’t predict it’d happen at work.

“You look positively awful Chrissy. First you leave your family and now you don’t care about how you look? Think of the family’s reputation; the one you’re already damaging. We had to tell our friends that we sent you to cheer camp!” Her mother lunged forward as she spoke, grabbing Chrissy roughly around the bicep, nails digging into her skin through her t-shirt.

Her mother continued. “I’m taking you home right this instant and we’ll discuss your punishment when we get back. I’m appalled by your behavior.” Chrissy tried pulling back but her mom’s grip just tightened on her, nails digging deeper; she could feel her skin breaking.

“Let go of me! I’m not going back to that house with you.” Her voice was raw.

“Oh yes you will be young lady. I’m over this tantrum you're throwing, you obviously haven’t learned your lesson, so I’ll make sure you learn properly.” Her mother, she had always been good at punishments. Chrissy thought she could hear Robin on the phone calling for help, oh she hoped she was on the phone. Chrissy took a deep breath, the time away from her family gave her the opportunity to see how delusional her parents were. How absolutely fucked up their family is. She’s done taking this kind of abuse from them, from anyone.

Her other hand wrapped around her mom's wrist that was currently digging into her bicep. She gripped as hard as she could until her mom yelped and let go of her. Fight fire with fire.

“I’m done with you and dad. I’m not letting you live through me, I’m sick of living the life you always wanted. I am not a doll for you to play with. I'm not coming back.” She’d start sticking up for herself from now on. No longer was there the little girl with no backbone, letting her mother play as much as she wanted.

“You’re making a mistake Christine. I hope you know that. You will never be allowed to come back; you won’t get any money from us. You’ll suffer for the rest of your life as a poor nobody." Chrissy's mother stuck her nose up, as if she could smell what she said.

"I'd rather be poor and happy then spend a second longer with you." Her mother cringed back, she knew it hit her deep, good, she needed to understand.

"How dare you?! I've done everything I could for you. I set you up with a wonderful boy, put you in sports, helped keep track of your eating, helped you make friends! Christine Anne, you are ungrateful." Her mother was seething.

"No mom, you did all those things for you! You never asked if I wanted to date Jason, you never asked if I wanted to cheer, you didn't keep track of my eating! You never fed me. And friends? They would have stabbed me in the back in a heartbeat." Tears were threatening to fall out of her eyes. She looked up and willed them away as best she could. She'd rather die than cry in front of her mom right now.

Nails dug into her arm again, pulling her roughly. She gasped in shock at the pain as she felt her skin break.

The door whipped open; their heads shot up. Her body instantly relaxed at the sight of Hopper entering the store, coming straight at them. Finally, she could get away from her mother, she’d be out of her claws. Her mother smirked at the sight of Hopper.

“Oh, Chief Hopper, thank goodness you’re here! My daughter is acting hysterical, and I need help getting her in the car. She’s been gone so long I’m afraid she’s lost her mind. We must get her home at once! Only then can we start to help her get back to her usual self.” Her mother thought that Hopper would go along with this, she truly did. Was she delusional?

“Excuse me Mrs. Cunningham, I’m going to have to ask you to let go of your daughter.” Hopper replied coolly; eyes fixed on the grip her mother had on her wrist. He looked calm but there was a fire burning in his eyes. After having spent the greater part of the summer with him, Chrissy had gotten a better read on him.

“Ohh Hopper, there’s nothing wrong! I’m just trying to help her into the car. Christine needs help.” Her mother put a frown on her face, looking as worried as she could.

“She looks like she’s in pain so I’m going to have to ask you to let her go. I also have a witness that you were verbally abusing her; in addition, I can see you physically restraining her.” He motioned towards her mother’s hand. The hand shot off her like it burned her. Hopper put himself between Chrissy and her mother after and continued.

“Additionally, she doesn’t have to go anywhere with you, according to the state she’s been emancipated, you have no control over her.” Hopper did a bad job at concealing the curling of his lips; but Chrissy couldn’t find it in herself to care. He was right, she’s her own adult, her mother has no say over her.

A sneer left her mothers mouth as she clicked her tongue and looked straight at Robin, she knew who reported this to the police. Robin simply just shrugged her shoulders. The eyes of her mother shot back to her.

“Fine, live your miserable life you ungrateful little pig. Those jeans are pinching you in all the wrong places. Maybe you should buy a scale with your extra money. Oh wait…” Her mother waved a perfectly manicured hand with her parting words; exciting the store not long after.

The final jingle of the bell had Chrissy falling to the floor. She felt lightheaded and weak-kneed. Her eyes followed her mother as she left the store and into the parked car. Chrissy’s eyes found another pair of eyes watching her, it was her brother Matthew.

A sob escaped her throat as she mouthed ‘are you okay?’ at him. He nodded her head and mouthed back ‘I’m okay, I love you’. Relief flooded her. The worries she was holding onto all summer drained out of her. He looked fine, if not a little tired, but he was in one piece. The car roughly pulled out of the parking spot, the tires screeching at the speed.

“Well at least now I know why Jonathan Byers has been dropping you off.” She heard Robin comment behind her.

Hopper stepped forward and wrapped his hands under her armpits, lifting her up, up into a bear hug. She relaxed in his embrace, not embarrassed by how small and childlike she probably looked in the moment; she just felt safe. Her tears burst from her like a dam that broke. Feeling overwhelmed from all that had happened in the last 30 minutes.

Hopper had started feeling like a father soon after she moved in with Joyce and Hopper (and the kids). He’d already done more for her than her actual father had. Spending time with her, teaching her how to shoot, showing her stars in the night sky (which had been one of her favorite nights that summer. She got to watch shooting stars with him and Jane). He was just there for her; a shoulder she could cry on. Like a father should be.

“Thank you.” She mumbled into his neck. He nodded in response, rubbed her back softly before setting her back on her feet and released her from his hug, kissing her on the forehead before he pulled away fully.

“Thank Robin, she called me right after your mom approached you.” He commented after stepping away from her. Chrissy sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Thank you, Robin, I’m just so glad I wasn’t working by myself when she came in, who knows what would’ve happened.” She smiled softly at the girl. Robin appeared to be embarrassed and rubbed the back of her neck.

“Well I’ve seen my fair share of crazy parents, let me tell you. This one time-“ As Robin continued to ramble, Chrissy couldn’t help but feel grateful to Robin for not asking questions or trying to pry.

Chrissy shared a smile with Hopper as they listened to Robin rant.

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They started school in just one week. Chrissy couldn’t believe how fast the previous week had gone by after the confrontation with her mother.

She was in the process of packing with Jane and Max. They had already gone supply shopping and picked-up their textbooks for the year. Chrissy had tried to pay for her school supplies, but Joyce and Hopper were having none of it and told her to keep her money. She felt excited packing the girls backpacks, like a big sister.

It hadn’t taken long for Max to warm up to her. Will and Jane had warned Chrissy before she met the young girl that Max could be rude to new people. But she didn’t find that to be the case at all; it’s like Max took one look at her and adopted her as an older sister. She loved it. She loved being with Jane and Max, just doing girly things with them. Not worried about any snide comments or being laughed at. Which was a general occurrence when doing a girl’s night with the cheer team.

She had new and fun experiences with the girls. Max taught her how to skateboard which she wasn’t very good at, but Max said she was improving. Jane showed her all her favorite shows and they spent long nights binge watching. They’re going to watch Golden Girls together once it starts airing. They both introduced her to comic books about Wonder Woman, a female warrior princess, whom Chrissy loved. Max even lent her all the comics she had on Wonder Woman.

Max and Jane left shortly after they finished their backpacks to go to the arcade, Chrissy had declined their offer to join them, she wanted to stay in and do some light reading. It was a Friday night so the house was empty. Joyce and Hopper were on a date at Enzo’s, Will was with the gang, Jonathan was out with a friend. So she had the house to herself. She tucked herself in on the couch and read her book for hours, it was her favorite Princess Bride.

Chrissy could hear a car approaching, she knew just by the sound that it was Jonathan. The headlights of the car bathed the living room in a yellow haze.

The slamming of the car doors broke her from her daze. Whispered conversations just on the other side of the door. He must be bringing friends over; she’s never met any of Jonathan’s friends before.

"No one likes a messy girl Chrissy. A man can only see you at your best." The words of her mother ratting in her head. She shook the thought away, she didn't care, she didn't.

The door opened and Jonathan plus two of his friends walked in right behind him.

I didn’t know Jonathan was friends with Eddie Munson. She wasn’t sure who the other guy was, but he had hair so nice that she felt jealous at how glossy it looked.

Eddie looked the same as he did last year. Ripped jeans, denim jacket, rings decorating his fingers, he even had his leather jacket on. His long curly dark brown hair framing his face and the same deep brown mischievous eyes. Plump full lips that looked so smooth that Chrissy could imagine hers locked to for hours. Wait what? She squeaked.

The three heads whipped to her, apparently they hadn't sent her.

“Jonathan, either Argyle laced the weed, or Chrissy Cunningham is sitting on your couch right now” She wondered if Eddie was feeling alright, because his face looked like it was turning red as he spoke. Hers wasn't much better.

"Well, well, well, Jonathan you're holding out on us man! You didn't tell me you lived with such a beautiful lady!" Mystery man sent a wink her way. If she wasn't red before, well she is now.

Chrissy's looking forward to the school year.

[mh073099]

“I’ll Find You” - Captain Rex x Reader Part 2

Lovers to Enemies to Lovers with some spy razzle dazzle AU~ 

Warnings: Violence, Torture, Sexual Harassment. Mommy issues.

This one has much more of a linear timeline, rather than jumping back and forth from past and future. 

Part 2- I’m choking on snow and Park Benches 

Master List Prologue Part 1 

Washington D.C. 01/02/2067 01:34

“Wrong guy kid” is screamed in my face the second she opens the door.

Wait, what?

The confusion is clear in my face as I’m grabbed around the cuff of my peacoat and dragged “Wait, wait no there’s been a mistake.” I start to ramble. “Mom, no please I followed the coordinates and instructions from the message. Please, mom” But she just kept dragging me deeper in the dark house. She looked so angry. Somehow, still stronger than me, dragging me like I’m a rag doll. Her face was red, lips in a thin line. Eyes cold and empty. “You killed the wrong guy sweetheart. Now I have no choice. Mistakes are to be corrected. Punishment is atonement. He must be satisfied.” Her voice sounds like she’s repeating a mantra Dread fills me as I process her words. “M-m-mom?” “DO NOT CALL ME THAT. RIGHT NOW, I AM THE MASTER, YOU ARE THE STUDENT AND I WILL MAKE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE. YOU HAVE FAILED ME. DISAPPOINTED ME. EMBARESSED ME. YOUR ACTIONS ARE A REFLECTION OF MY OWN! HOW DARE YOU!”

I cower back at her words, but her hand still manages to find my face. She’s drags me and throws me into the middle of the … the living room? It barely crosses my mind to seem like she has super strength. “You redecorated.” I note on the tarp, the lack of furniture and no art pieces on the walls. Just a chair next to a table with a car battery. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I look up to her pulling out a camera. “He’ll want proof of atonement.” She says as if in a trance. Completely detached to the reality of what she’s about to do. “I still don’t understand” I whispered and that somehow made her pause. “The man you killed tonight was a separatist. Someone hijacked your phone, was able to block our message and give you a different one.” She stared at me, with dead eyes. Her voice empty of anything recognizable. “How is that my fault? How should I know? That guy was a sleeze anyway-“ “THAT GUY WAS A VERY IMPORTANT PART OF THE CAUSE. HE WANTS ME TO KILL YOU. DO YOU NOT BELIEVE IN THE CAUSE? DO YOU NOT BELIEVE IN MAKING A WORLD A BETTER PLACE? PERFECT. WE COULD MAKE IT PERFECT, IF ONLY YOU WOULD DO AS YOUR TOLD.” Those last words are left in the air. Suffocating. Why do her words always seem to leave me choking? She makes me feel as though I am a child. Her words are confusing. Rambling and misguided. Or am I the misguided one? How is killing people making the world a better place?

I have no time to contemplate further, for she grabs me from the floor, hauls me up and into the chair. It’s when the ropes are pulled out that I start to struggle but another slap to the face is jarring. With the whip of my head to the side, I realize two things. Mother is freakishly strong at the moment, if the taste of blood in my mouth is anything to go by. And it’s going to happen again. This is really happening again. Even though she promised she wouldn’t.

I try and ready myself. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

“Recite the code” is the command given.

Then she clips the cables from the car battery to my hands and to the chair.

“Peace is a lie, there is only passion” I start.

Then she flips the switch.

Washington D.C. 01/03/2067 05:35

I.. feel nothing. Everything is empty. Alone. Until i feel Ace wiggle his head into my hand. “Hey buddy” I say, and he whines back. Sitting on a park bench at the Washington monument, I stare out into the dark, absent mindedly petting Ace’s head. Snow is falling softly, and the lights give a soft glow to everything. It all seems calm. Like that aren’t evils beyond our own comprehension lurking in the shadows.

 She promised. She couldn’t even look at me after. Just untied me and let me walk out with her back turned.

Should have killed her. No. That was my mother, how could I think such a thing?

How could she do such a thing? “Good looking dog.” Breaks me out of my reprieve. I slowly turn to look over my shoulder. First thing I see is a German Shepard, looking at us curiously. I looked down at Ace to see he’s been posed in alert this whole time and I didn’t notice. Huh. I’m losing my touch. I slowly look back to the owner of the voice and am taken back. “Rex” leaves my mouth. Rex stands there, looking handsome as ever. Buttoned black coat, gloves and scarf. A small smile on his lips. Eyes boring into me. “You’re following me.” Isn’t a question. He looks at me contemplating something. He doesn’t deny it, instead he asks, “May I join you?” But is already moving. I go back to staring ahead. Could he have been who hijacked my phone? Did mother send him to watch me? God I’m an idiot. I purse my lips, and glance at him. I noticed his ears were red from the cold and dumbly ask, “aren’t your ears cold?” This earns me that chuckle that makes my toes curl. That chuckle earns him a growl from Ace. The German Shepard cocks his head. “I think I’ll be ok.” He says looking at me, while I avoid his gaze to turn back to the dark snow-covered grounds. “Are you? ok I mean?” The question startled me. I couldn’t remember the time someone asked me that, in a genuine manor. “Do I look ok?” softy flowed out of my mouth and become one with the wind. “No.” Is his answer, sounding resigned. “Why are you following me, Rex?” “Who says I’m following you?” He cheekily responds causing me to look at him, see the mischief in his eyes. I’m too tired for games and just stare at him. His eyes soften. They seem sad for some reason. “I’m not following you. I work in the area and take my dog for a walk through here sometimes.” “Never seen you here before.” “Likewise. Maybe we just never noticed each other.” “Unlikely.” He cocks his head at me and raises his eyebrows. “Why are you so paranoid? Life works in mysterious ways.” “People work in mysterious ways, life has nothing to do with it,” I counter back unable to keep the bite out of my voice. “Well, this time life was fortunate enough to put us in each other’s path again.” “I thought you said I wouldn’t find you.” I say confused. I’m confused by a lot lately. “You didn’t. I found you.” He says with a smile. I take note that I am comforted by that when I know I shouldn’t be. His smile is disarming. Regardless of what I know. Regardless of what I have been trained. Although the only person I trusted tortured me for hours on end just yesterday…. I want to trust him. I refuse. I just stare at him. I think he can see the defeat in my eyes… or on my face. I’m black and blue in certain spots. His thumb comes up to trace over my bruised cheek. I am unable to stop myself from closing my eyes and leaning into the touch. It’s the kindest touch I’ve felt in a very. Very. Long time. “Who did that to you?” My mother goes unsaid. I just keep looking at him. Tears begin to pool in my eyes but remain unshed. I will not cry here. Not now. Not with him. He does not get to see me weak. And he looks like he understands. Because his next words take my breath away. “You are so beautiful.” Is whispered into the snow fallen air. “How” sounds broken coming from me. “Your strength.” He wipes the tear that manages to fall. I take a deep breath. Imprint the look of his kind eyes into my heart. I pat the German Shepard on the head, collect Ace, stand up and begin to walk away. “Good looking dog.” I call back. His chuckle echoes through my soul. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time Jump

Paris, France 05/20/2067 14:30

“Go left down that hallway.” Mothers voice in my ear. I turn. “Then take the next left. Second door on the left.” When I knock, I must look innocent. A soft red sundress covers my body, my hair flows down around me, white platform heels make my legs look longer. I look like any other young girl, roaming the hotel rooms of Paris, ready to explore. When New Mark answers the door, all he sees is the barrel of a silencer. I close the door, put the gun in my bag and keep walking. “Good. Head to the stairs and take the service exit at the bottom. A car will be waiting.” The line goes dead. This is how it’s been for the past month or so. I feel exhausted. My body shows no marks of the… lessons I had been learning for all of January, but I still feel it in my bones. I spent all of February trying to get my strength back. March and April was filled with training scenarios given to me by mother. I never went pack the the Washington monument park. Mother barely looks at me anymore, and only talks to me to reprimand me or during a “reservation.” Almost every other day since we arrived in Paris, I’ve been meeting marks.  We are staying with a man they call The Count. Though, while in a pub one night I saw his picture giving his real name. And the date of his death too. Dooku was his name, died in a battle with some nasty folk the bartender told me. And honorable man. Though, I begged to differ. He’s not a kind man by any means. But he ignores my existence rather than belittles it every two seconds like my mother. His other guest has caught my attention as well. Maul was imposing. Lethal and strong. Quick and sharp. His Tattoos cover him entirely. Incredibly handsome. Incredible vicious. He has been at this way longer than I have. And while he doesn’t talk to me, I feel his stare on me as I walk the halls of the manor like a ghost. His eyes hold a danger I do not want any part of. His eyes Golden Amber eyes remind me of another set of amber eyes. Only Maul’s eyes hold no soft warm. Only all-consuming heat that would burn you rather then warm your soul. He’s the one driving the car as I get it. “Buckle up.” His voice is low. I would find it sexy, but my heart whispers it’s not the voice I want to hear. When did I become so infatuated with a stranger? We speed out of there and join the traffic. Maul is quiet, and focused. Black slacks and a black button up, with red cuff links. I try not to look at him. We drive for an hour and all I do is stare out the window, before I’m dropped off at a corner with a little cafe. I’m free for the day now. But before I can slide out of the sleek car, Maul places a hand on my thigh. I look up with confusion on my face. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, princess.” He smirks. I decide I do not like the way princess sounds coming from him. I wink at him anyway, say nothing and get out of the car. Hot tea sounds nice enough to settle the nerves in my stomach. I make my way to the cafe and stand in line thinking. I haven’t felt safe since a certain park bench I walked away from. But he had to have been following me. Something about it is off. I clear my head of the thoughts, give my order and sit at a little table outside with my tea. My eyes are closed, face towards the sun with my head on my hands, elbows on the white tablecloth. “Are you enjoying your tea, princess?” I freeze. No. Fucking. Way. Alarms are going off in my head. He’s following me.

I turn around to look at the table behind me and there he is. Blue shirt sleeve button, white slacks. Shades on. He looks so relaxed. I can only imagine what my face looks like as we drink each other in. “So you ARE following me.” I state. “Life works in mysterious ways princess.” He smirks at me. “I happen to be in town for work at the embassy. And this cafe is a favorite of mine. They even know my order by heart.” His eyes don’t reveal a lie, but something is still off. I can’t place it. I know nothing anymore. I’m Jon fucking snow. The though makes me frown. He sits up in his chair, cross his arms and leans forward. “May I join you?” “Yes.” I don’t realize I answer until he’s already sitting down in the chair across from me. “So tell me, vacation or work?” He asks leaning forward with a small smile on his face. I lean forward as well. Mimicking his posture. We’re inches apart. “Vacation.” I smile lightly back. “Tell me all about it, princess.” Is his reply in a husky tone that makes me almost shudder. Almost. His smile seems to grow. So I just start talking. I talk about all the museums I’ve seen or plan to, the monuments the architecture. We bond particularly over food. I don’t tell him about my mother, or Maul. I don’t tell him that his presence brings the first feeling of safe I have felt since snow covered park benches. He tells me about his job. He tells me he works for a diplomat and his wife who is also a diplomat, here at the embassy for some event commemorating some republic treaty I care nothing about. But he describes them as kind people, almost like family. I can’t tell if he’s lying or not. Slowly our hands make their way closer, until we’re playing with each other’s fingertips. “Can I see you again?” He asks. “When?” “Tonight” I can’t say no to the fire in his eyes.

Paris, France. 05/20/2067 23:45

I’ve been in the club for hours and still, Rex hadn’t showed. He was supposed to be here at 8:30. That’s 20:30. Three hours ago. I got stood up. I was angry. Hurt. Alone. So I did what I did that first night that started this horrible infatuation and I danced. I let my body move and just let everything go while I did it. I barely registered hands grabbing my hips, but I did register the teeth grazing my neck. I felt chills and shuddered. Out the corner of my eye, I caught the tattooed head of Maul. The hands moving my hips don’t let me freeze. I swallow back the uneasy feeling he gives me and just let it happen. We dance, and dance and dance. I felt more of his body then I ever expected to. He felt more of mine than I ever wanted him to. He grabs my hand and starts making his way through the crowd. I follow him. I miss the eyes that are on us the entire time. “What are we doing,” I say as Maul leads me through the dark corridor towards the bathrooms. He doesn’t answer. Next thing I know I’m shoved into a wall, and he crashes his lips into mine. Caging my body against the wall with his. You could call it a knee jerk reaction. My knee slams up in his balls and I run. Out the hallway, through the crowd and out the door into the cool late spring night. That was NOT how my first kiss was supposed to go. No matter what honey trap training I went through, I never become physical with mark. With anybody. I stand there, for a second. Just a second to catch my breath, I tell myself.

That’s when I hear it. “Princess.” Tears brim my eyes as I look up to the sky. I slowly shake my head, before I see Rex’s concerned face over mine. His hands cup my face and I lean into his touch. But then I find my bearings and step back. I glare at him. He looks disappointed. “You stood me up.” “I saw you found a way to occupy your time.” Rage fills me to the brim. “How dare you judge me for enjoy my night, after you didn’t care enough to show up.” I accuse, finger jabbing into his unfairly firm chest. “Something came up at work, princess. And I’m not judging. Just looks like you were enjoying yourself until you suddenly weren’t. That man didn’t look exactly trustworthy.” His voice is firm, calculated. Was that a hint of disappointment too? “As opposed to what? You? I don’t even know you! At least I know him! “ my voice is getting louder by the second. His voice jumps in volume too when he responds with, “Know him? Do you? Are you sure? Because he doesn’t look like the kind of guy who has your best interest at heart!” “So?! Does anybody? That’s the way the world works Rex, get used to it!” And he just stands there. Stunned for a moment before his shoulders drop in defeat. Shaking his head lightly, he looks down at the ground before looking up at him with his hands on his hips. “I do.” Is whispered from him.

“What?” I cry, confused.

“I have your best interest at heart. I want you to feel happy. I want you to feel safe.

I give him an incredulous look. “That doesn’t make any fucking sense,” leaves my mouth. He huffs with a smile before cupping my face in his hands again. “Life doesn’t make sense, princess. That’s just the way the world works.” He pauses, lips twitching and eyes narrowing.  “Can I take you somewhere? We can get a bite to eat. Just talk.” I have no energy in me left to argue. Food does sound nice. It’s been a long time since anyone has even remotely expressed, they wanted my safe. That they cared enough to even suggest such a thing. “Okay.” “Okay.” We make our way down the cobblestone, with his arm wrapped around me. I pretend I don’t realize I am leaning him to him.

   Paris, France 05/21/2067 01:01

“Yes?” A voice answers, a king drawl that seeps sophistication and annoyance. “We have a problem.” Is growled into the speaker of the phone. Molten gold eyes watch as two figures slowly make their way down the street. The phone

[rainywerewolfmoon]

THE FAIRYLAND

SUMMARY

Genevieve is tired of being told that girls are meant to be seen and not heard. But when she runs away from home one day she is transported to a realm full of magic and dreams. But all is not as it is seen with danger lurking in the shadows. Can Genevieve save this wonderful place and find her place in life where she truly belongs?

PROLOGUE

"A Woman must be thin, pale and do and see to the housework and marry a wealthy lord. It is the Woman's life to do these thing" was the saying all girls and woman were told in the 19 Century or also known as the Victorian age to us of the modern sad age as I like to call it. But not all woman and girls would allow themselves to be treated like a glass doll. Some rebelled and started the Woman rights movement that is still going on to this very day. Those old days were also better than today's sad modern times as I like to call it. While we have computers TV and so on, many and I mean many of us have forgotten magic. Not magic like from Disney and Harry Potter but REAL MAGIC. There are still people who believe in the real magic like myself of course but not many do sadly and that is why the Vale is very hard to find these days as our believing in the folk and Fae have all but almost vanish. We who believe in the real magic are the Fae and Folk last hope and same for the Vail. And it’s this very reason I have decided to tell you all the story of real magic and hope and believe. This is the story of a girl on the verge of Woman hood in the time of the Victorian age. She came from a very large family, but she was very different from them all but her Great Grandfather. I hope you all know and read the stories of King Arthur and Merlin and the Knights of the round table. If not, then please stop watching this and read them.

Because it understands this story you must understand the stories of Merlin himself. Because the story I'm about to tell you is not Merlin's story but his successor story. His Great Granddaughter herself, Genevieve tale is the story I'm going to tell you and I hope by the time I have told you her tale you will believe in REAL MAGIC, I hope. Now get comfortable and cozy and get ready to see the magic that is real before your eyes. Let's begin, shall we? Good. Once years and years and years ago back before TV and radio and computers were everywhere. Before the earth was on the edge of being destroyed to no return when horse and cart was more properly than car and the good old steam trains were still running, back in the time of Queen Victoria herself our story begins. In the time of London old lived a family a very large family. They were rich and well off in work. This family consisted of the Great Grandfather Arthur whose late wife Eira has sadly passed not long ago lived in a house that was built on to be a grand house worthy of the wealthy and noble. He had a single child, a son, the grandfather. His name is Wallace. He married a wealthy lady the grandmother who started to build on the small house to make it grand. Her name is Prudence and I'm very sorry to say but she is very snoopy and only proper ladies are her idea of a Lady like Males of those times thought as well. They have two daughters.

One of them lives out in the dales in Scotland and hates anything to do with her mother. This is Aunt Bonnie who lives happily with her wood chopper husband Juniper the uncle, and their two sons, 7-year-old Milo and 10-year-old Kat. The other daughter Minerva was like her mother and was a very proud lady and wanted only the richest husband for her daughters who had the most wealth and finery. She married much to her parent’s delight, the Lord Demetrius, who runs a railroad company. They had the most children out of the whole family. 4 sons and 3 daughters. The oldest son is 30-year-old Jarvis who is engaged to the Lady Rosemary who is to be an aunt to the family. The second oldest is 27-year-old son Zeeland who is married to the Lady Victoria who is another aunt to the family and have one daughter 2-year-old Heidi. The 3 oldest is 24-year-old Belladonna who is with child by her husband the Lord Casper who is also an uncle to the family. The 4 oldest is 20-year-old Clementine who is engaged to the Lord Caspian. His family is rich thanks to their boats they use to sell any exotic foods and things. The 5 oldest is the troublemaker of the entire family and this is her story I am telling you. 19-year-old Genevieve who is more tomboy than lady and is the headache of the family. Especially to her mother and Grandmother. The youngest in the family is 12-year-old Hagan the youngest child and son. So, this is Genevieve's family and the only people who are not upset by her rebel ways is her great grandfather Arthur. Arthur is Merlin himself. But that is another story for another time. When Genevieve was born Arthur could fell his powers in her. She would be the next great Witch of the magical realm. But he also knows she was the one that he had the dreams about for many long years. A heroin would come and destroy the Unseelie and Wild Hunt and save the Seelie Court form their dark ways. He knew his great grandchild would be the one to fulfill the prophecy. And as she grew, her wild untamable ways proved to him that she is the one that is destined for greatness.

When Genevieve was 3 years old, Arthur started to tell her about the magic realm of Avalon and the sister realms. About the Fae and the Elves and the magical folk that live there. Genevieve loved these stories so much, much to the rest of families disprove. When she was 6 years, he gave a necklace with a small blue glittery stone in the middle of a sliver chain. Fae silver he called it as it was made by the folk as real silver can hurt and even kill them. Genevieve loved the necklace and wore it all the time. When spring and summer came the family head to Scotland to spend the warm months there. It was these 6 wonderful months that Genevieve learned to sing songs of the lore of Scotland and explore the dales and mores to her hearts content. But these happy days where not to last. When she reached 14 her parents started to set her up for suites mush to her distaste at this. It was at this time her Tomboy side showed more than ever and it shocked the suites to disgust and her family to embarrassed shame. By the time she was 19, her family had enough and decided to give her away to a young man who came all the way from the new lands of America and was a Amish man. They hoped their strict ways would fix their daughters rebel way. And it is here that our story picks up.

[saintrocklee]

♕ Doll ♕

"Enough." His voice is dark, biting, and the warning there is clear. You just choose to ignore it.

♢ Kisame x you ♢

╰┈➤ P A R T T W O

18+; oookay this is some shit y’all. this is a mob!AU if you squint, mentions of a gun and all. rough face fucking, mentions of cheating (not on kisame or on reader) possessive talk, degradation, orgasm denial, choking, threats - just the whole nine yards. don’t be like our man here - make sure your shit is wrapped up tight! condoms save lives, people. this is a stand alone, unless i decide otherwise lmao. enjoy <3

The weapon in your hand is heavy, and you can't hear anything over the roaring in your ears. You've never felt anger like this, never felt this level of fury in your veins. You've been pissed off before, heartbroken even, but this. This was something different.

You press the gun to Kisame's forehead, watching it push into his skin, and snarl when all he does is just stand there and take it. Asshole, fucking asshole, had the nerve - the goddamn audacity - to just stand there and look at you like he's sorry. Like he gives a shit, like this hurts him too.

He wasn't even saying anything and he was still lying.

"Get the fuck out of my house."

Your voice is steady, cold - that kind of chilly calm you feel before a storm. You're proud of yourself, the last time you saw him you were nothing but a mess of tears and pleas and uncontrollable hysterics, but now?

Now you had a gun to his head.

Serves him fucking right.

"We both know you're not gonna pull that trigger." His tone is soft, quiet - it's the same tone he used to take with you when he'd come home after a few days of being gone, when he'd tell you how much he missed you.

Fucking prick. Piece of shit asshole.

You cock the gun easily, and push it harder into his head. You'd do it, you'd pull the fucking trigger, and that would show him. Maybe then he'd hurt, hurt like you do - like you did.

You've moved on, you tell yourself, you're over him. You're happy here with your new house and new boyfriend and new job. The anger that’s burning through is just a product of his audacity - showing up here like he still owned you.

You've. Moved. On.

You arm is starting to shake and you grit your teeth. He was so much taller than you, and didn't you used to love that? When he'd come by and pick you up like it was the easiest thing in the world to do, walking around with you slung over his shoulder? Now you resent him for it, if only because of the angle you're holding your weapon - you can't hold out much longer, your grip is faltering, and you feel the familiar burn of tears in your eyes.

God fucking dammit.

"Get out," Your voice is shrill now, and the cold fury that washed over you when you came home and realized he'd broken in was fading away, being replaced by familiar hysterics. You jam the gun harder into him, desperate to scare him into leaving, but he tilts his head to the side, almost looking annoyed. The barrel of the gun slips and is now resting on his temple.

"You're gonna hurt yourself doll. Give me the gun."

You bristle at the familiar nickname, heart beating up a storm against your chest. You could do it, you could pull the trigger and end him, and you should. He lied to you, the whole time like it was easy, and then left you behind. And now, two years later, he's in your living room - calling you doll, calmly talking to you like you weren’t seconds away from blowing his brains out.

As if he had the right.

But you both know you won't pull the trigger. It's why he was still standing there in front of you, like a statue, accepting his punishment with a brave face. He knows you don't have what it takes to kill someone, even him, because you're good. This side of you is foreign to him, but he still knows you at your core, and knows you’re all talk.

But Kisame isn't a patient man.

He came here to talk to you, to explain, and that's what he was going to do. He ignores the way his cock twitches in his pants, it's been years since he's seen you, and it's fucked up - but you holding the gun he bought you to his head was doing shit to him. He remembers how nervous you were with it at first, how you would flinch whenever you pulled the trigger at the range, how you felt pressed up against him as he taught you how to aim.

But now - the confidence and sheer rage on your face had his pants getting tighter and tighter. It wasn't his intention to fuck you, he just wanted to talk, but it had been awhile and the need to wipe that disgusted, resentful look off your face was taking priority. You’ve never looked at him like that, and there’s a burn in his chest, it’s molten lava working it’s way through his veins - he’d fix this though, he’d make you understand.

"Go to hell." You hiss and something dangerous flashes in Kisame's eyes. You go to move the gun back to middle of his forehead but he's quicker than you and soon your hand is empty as he expertly takes the weapon from you without so much as blinking.

"You done yet?" He's still so calm, his voice so even and monotone, and you watch as he unloads your weapon, tossing the pieces onto your coffee table.

"Fuck you." God, the rage you feel in that moment is all-consuming. His mouth twists into a scowl and something sparks in your chest. Finally, you think, finally he's reacting.

It eggs you on.

"Why the fuck are you here, Kisame?" You spit and he sighs irritably, running a hand through his hair.

"Look, I'm not here to fight with you - "

"Suck my dick, asshole." You hiss and his eyes narrow. You know how much he hates being interrupted, and you love knowing that you're pushing all of his buttons.

"Listen to me, you little - "

"What? Bitch? You gonna stand there and call me a bitch, after what you did?" You take a step towards him and shove your hand against his chest. He grunts at the impact, and you can see the irritation crawling across his face, working it's way into his jaw.

Good.

"As far as I'm concerned, you and your fucking ugly ass gills can go fuck themselves."

It's a low blow, but you don't care. You know Kisame hates being reminded of how he looks - and while once upon a time you thought he was beautiful - now all you want to do is hurt him. He deserved it - for lying to you. He'd pretended to be someone he wasn't - someone who loved you, who made you promises, who you trusted. It had all been lies, a story made up to get back at your family - he had been using you, you were a job. Your father and brother were involved in some fucked up shit, and Kisame and his group used you to blackmail them. And just as you were settling into your happy little fairy tale - you'd actually found the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with - it fell apart.

It all came out, spilling from his lips like a plot from some fucked up television show, and god - the monotone tone he used to tell you was damning. It was like he was on auto-pilot, telling you everything, staring off the side - couldn’t even be bothered to look at you.The assignment was over and he was being called back. You remember falling to your knees, asking him to stop lying and saying such weird things, you had just bought an apartment together. You remember him on the floor with you, cradling your face, his voice breaking as he tells you he's sorry - it wasn't supposed to be like this. You remember begging him, crying, and then the anger. He was sorry? He was sad, voice cracking, as if he had any right to feel anything, and all you knew was the pumping of your blood in your own ears and the indescribable betrayal in your chest. You remember screaming at him, to get out, to die, and throwing anything you could reach at him. Glass covered your floor that night and you remember feeling good when a plate broken against his shoulder. He left and you moved and that was that.

But now - now he was back and you just wanted him gone.

His breath was becoming uneven and you recognize the signs. Kisame was getting angry, and while he always tried to keep that side away from you, he'd sometimes come back to your place buzzing with pent up energy and adrenaline. Those nights always ended with him fucking you into the bed, the couch, the floor. Those nights left your legs shaking, ended with bruises on your skin, your throat raw, and your abused holes sore and overworked. He'd always take care of you afterwards, combing through your hair and peppering you with soft kisses and even softer praise. You never understood why he was so worked up, he'd mumble something about work, but now you knew. He was out doing fucked up shit for fucked up people, and then would come home and fuck you into submission.

Fucking bastard.

"Watch it." He hisses and you can't help but smile. It's anything but friendly.

"Or what, you big blue asshole? What the fuck are you gonna do?" You shove him, and he takes a step back, jaw clenching. You shove him, again, and then you're yelling.

"You think you can come here and tell me what to do!? Fuck you! I've moved the fuck on, Kisame, so do us both a favor and choke. Fuck you and your lies and your disgusting fucking face - I never wanna see you again!" You're repeatedly shoving into him, hitting his chest with your hands, yelling so loudly you feel your face get hot.

"I hate you, I fucking hate - "

Your back is suddenly slammed into the wall and the breath is knocked out of you, head spinning. There's fingers on your jaw, pinching your cheeks together, and you open your eyes to see Kisame's face inches from your own. His eyes are wild, pupils blown, and he's the angriest you've ever seen him.

"Enough." His voice is dark, biting, and the warning there is clear. You just choose to ignore it.

"Bite me." The words are garbled from his grip on your face, and he moves closer - your faces almost touching.

"You are going to listen to me, you bratty little bitch. I came here to talk, like an adult, but if this is how you want it to go - fine." He squeezes, just a little bit, and you inhale sharply. It reminds you of before, back when you were together, and you're absolutely ashamed of the way your cunt clenches.

Bastard, bastard, bastard.

"I've spent almost two years, two fuckin' years, payin' my debts and cleanin' out my ledger - only to come back and find out you left." His voice is quieter now but still so angry, and you furrow your brows in confusion.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Your words come out slurred, and you jerk your head away from his grip. He lets you go, the hand that was clenching your jaw coming to rest on the wall next to your head.

"I came back for you, and you were gone. "

A new spark of anger is lit in your chest, but it's not enough to drown out the butterflies having a field day in your tummy. You ignore them, favoring the anger, because fuck him and whatever the fuck he was talking about.

You've moved on.

"Why the fuck would I have stayed?" Your voice shoots up an octave and he sighs, like he's annoyed, and pushes himself off the wall, turning away from you. It makes you seethe.

"You left me. You lied to me, used me, and then left me." You follow after him, fury hot on your heels.

"I was in love with you, I was ready to get married. Have kids, make a family, all of that stupid domestic shit - the shit you promised me. And it was all a fucking lie." You hate the way your voice cracks and take a shuddering breath.

"And now, what? You think - you think you can just come in here and what? You think you have any right to be pissed at me? Like I owe you something? After you said we were going to get married, after you said you loved me - lie after lie after fucking lie, you didn't mean any - "

Kisame whirls on you then, catching your wrists as you go to shove him again. He pulls you towards him, his grip almost painful, and grabs your neck with his hand. It's not constricting, just enough to keep you still, and you hope to god he can't smell the wetness that's starting to gather between your thighs. You hated yourself for it, but deep down you knew you still belonged to him.

It was almost as sad as it was pathetic.

"Don't you ever," he clenches his hand around you and you gasp, grabbing his wrist, "ever say that shit to me again."

You blink, confused - why was he so upset - and try to kick at him. He blocks you easily, but his grip on your neck loosens, and you knock his arm away. But he's not done talking, and the next thing out of his mouth stops you in your tracks.

"I meant every word," his tone is hard and you freeze, staring at him with wide eyes, "every fucking word. I got my shit together and came back for you - only to find you here, with some piece of shit boyfriend, playing fucking house."

No.

"Liar." It comes out a whisper, and you hate yourself for the way you're folding. He stalks towards you and you're backing up, until you're touching the wall he just had you against.

"Get out." Your chest is heaving and your face is flushed, but not with anger anymore.

"No." His voice is so rough, and you dig your nails into the wall behind you. The air around you is shifting and you hate yourself for it. It had been two years but he was still beautiful, still absolutely breathtaking, and as much as you hate it - you’ve missed him. You feel your pussy clench and hate the way he starts to smile, like he knows.

"Get the fuck out Kisame, or else." Your tone still has some bite to it, but all he does is chuckle.

"Or what, doll? You hopin' that sad, sack of shit boyfriend is gonna come back?"

You scowl and go to slap him. He catches your wrist easily and you watch as his smile stretches to show off his teeth.

Shit, shit, shit.

"You're the sad sack of shit. Like I would believe anything you say to me, after what you did." Your voice is barely above a whisper and he leans in, lips ever so close to yours.

"I'm tellin' the truth, doll. You're the liar here." He pauses, letting you take it in, before -

"Admit it. You're still in love with me."

You shudder and shake your head.

Kisame chuckles, and he knows he's caught you. He knows you better than anyone, knows exactly what buttons to push to get you going. He knows what you look like when you're turned on and right now, he knows if he reached between your thighs he'd find nothing but sweet, sweet slick. Instead, he moves to pin your wrist above your head, other hand coming to brace himself against the wall.

"He fuckin' you right?" His lips dance over yours, barely there, and your breath hitches in your throat.

"He takin' care of you, pretty girl? Like I did?"

You close your eyes, desperately trying to hold on to the anger you felt when you first saw him. You had a gun to his head, for Christ's sake, and now you're melting into a nice little puddle for him.

God, you were pathetic.

He squeezes your wrist.

"You callin' me a liar when you're practically dripping for me, after tellin' me you've moved on?" His lips are on your ear now, and a shiver shoots down your spine. You're speechless, unable to do anything but let Kisame have his way with you. It was true, you were lying, and you hadn't moved on. You were still his, and he knew it.

"Bet he thinks you like it gentle. He looks like a fuckin' pussy - bet he can't even make you come." Kisame's hand leaves the wall and moves to cup your sex over your sweats and you gasp, hips automatically thrusting towards him. He growls and shoves you back into the wall.

Your jaw is in his hand again, and he's squeezing you while rubbing his palm over your cunt, groaning at the feel of your wetness seeping through.

You missed this, you think as your eyes flutter shut. He was right, your new boyfriend was nice - but he didn't know how to fuck you. He wasn't strong or confident like Kisame and you found yourself faking it for his benefit more often than not.

"That's what you need right? Need me to fuck you dumb again?" He's got your sweats pulled down now and starts stroking a finger between your folds, wetness coating it easily. "You're such a goddamn slut, spreading your legs for that piece of shit."

The pressure on your cheeks is brutal and the choked moans escaping your throat are whiny and pitiful. He shoves one, then two, fingers inside of you and starts working them back and forth, and you can feel every bump of his fingers rubbing against your fluttering walls. You feel him work the anger out of you, leaving nothing but pitiful need. You arch against the wall and grind against him, mewling loudly. He works you like this for awhile, your jaw clenched in his grip, finger fucking you into the wall. His thumb finds you clits and soon you're scratching your nails up and down the arm that he's holding your jaw with, choking out his name.

Kisame can tell you're close to cumming by the way you're writhing against him. He loved watching you cum; the way you'd flail against him, the way you keened about how much you loved his cock, and how tight and wet you got for him afterwards.

But he's still pissed at you.

Just as you were reaching your peak - you were so close, so close - he rips his fingers from your pussy and whirls you around. You cheek is crushed against the dry wood and you groan when you feel a sharp smack against your ass.

He's got your hair fisted in his hand and you hear him fiddling with his belt behind you. There's no warning, nothing to prepare you when you feel the tip of his cock pushing into you from behind. You slam your hand against the wall and gasp for air, you feel like you're being crushed, and all he does is chuckle from behind you.

"You forget how to take my cock, pretty girl?" He groans as he starts to sink into you - shit you were so goddamn tight. It had been so long, he forgot how wet and hot you were, how your pussy always seemed to strangle his dick to the point where it almost hurt whenever he first slid in.

"Does he fuck you like this? Up against the wall, like the disgusting little bitch you are?" He pulls at your hair, wanting an answer, and you shake your head as much as you can with the iron grip he still has on you. He continues to taunt you, groaning when your pussy clenches even tighter around him.

"You don't deserve to be fucked on a bed, not after what you fuckin' said to me. You think you can say whatever the fuck you want, huh? You think that's how this works?"

You moan loudly when he finally bottoms out inside you only to shriek and scratch at the walls when he pulls out and pounds into you. He's rocking into you with a purpose now, slamming his cock into your tight hole as hard as he can from this angle. He's thrusting into you so violently that your face is bouncing off the wall and all you can do is take it. You feel the beginnings of your orgasm come back and start whining incoherently. Kisame catches on and slows his pace, thrusting into you more slowly, and you feel tears prick the corner of your eyes as you're denied another orgasm.

"You really think"  thrust  "that you can"  thrust  "move on from me?"

You shake your head again and squeal when his grip tightens in your hair.

"That's what you said." Thrust.

"You said you moved on." Thrust.

"You wanted me to get out." Thrust.

"I didn't - I didn't mean - " Your words die in your throat when he pushes your cheek harder into the wall.

"Yes you did." Thrust.

"You called me disgusting." Thrust.

"You said you hated me." Thrust.

"I'm so - I'm sorry." You whine pathetically and he rips himself out from you. You throw your hips back, chasing him, but he turns you to face him and shoves you onto your knees. Your find yourself inches from his cock, glistening with your slick, and fuck - you forgot how absolutely massive he was. His cock was thick, twitching in his hand, and you could make out every vein, every ridge.

His hand finds it's way into your hair again and you watch as he squeezes himself, jerking off slowly for you.

"Show me how sorry you are."

You open your mouth obediently and he shoves himself down your throat, groaning at how hot and tight your little mouth is. Your hands come up to push against his thighs and he knows he's being rough with you, but he doesn't care. He was so fucking pissed at you for leaving, for finding some other sad prick to fuck, for not waiting for him. He starts thrusting his hips into your face, loving the way his balls slapped against you, getting off on the choking noises you were making around his cock. Kisame was going to fuck you stupid, fuck you hard until you forgot everything - the lies, the boyfriend, the hurt, the fighting - forgot everything but him. He'd remind how good it was, how perfect you two were together, how it felt to cum over and over again around his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

But before that, he needed to remind you of your place first.

“You think you’re hot shit now? Think you can pull a gun on me and I’d - what? Leave?”

Your eyes are rolling back and all Kisame can feel his balls tightening, he knows he’s going to come soon - but he’s not done yet.

“‘M not leaving you, pretty girl - never again - “

He pulls completely out of your mouth and you gasp for air, your throat raw and spit dribbling down your chin. Your eyes are glazed over, your cunt is practically swimming in juices, and you're panting, jaw slack from overuse. He commits this image of you to memory, hand gripped in your hair, face flushed from being fucked, before nudging your mouth again.

"Open up doll, I'm not done with that nasty little mouth yet."

He pushes his way between your lips again and you struggle to swallow around his thickness. He starts slow this time, pumping into you leisurely, and you grip the back of his thighs, moaning around him, thankful for the change in pace.

"That's it, that's my girl. Swallow my cock - take it all the way, good girl. You're so fuckin' pretty like this, my pretty girl on her knees for me again."

He works you like this, slow and steady, groaning your name over and over again. All you can do is take it, he's so thick in your mouth you can't do anything other than swallow around him and drool, spit sliding down your chin onto your throat.

"You're so fucking good to me - fuck, I missed you, doll. Used to fuck my fist - fucked my fist everyday thinkin' about that tight little mouth - shit. Would dream about you, dream about this - " he cuts off with a groan and clenches his fist in your hair, making you choke.

"Can't - shit, can't last like this - you want my cum, baby? Tell me, tell me you want it, I'll give it to you, I'll fucking - "

You moan, spit dribbling down your chin, and tighten your grip on his thighs. Kisame can feel his balls tightening again and kicks up the pace, groaning when you start to choke and gag around him.

"Fuck, I'm so close doll, I'm almost there - just a little more, you're so fuckin' good to me. Just a little more, fuck, I'm - "

He pulls out of you again just as thick ropes of cum explode out of his cock. He paints your face and neck with his seed, shuddering at how hard it hits him, hands meeting the wall to help steady himself. Kisame watches as it drips from your face and chin, running down your shirt and onto the floor.

"That's my girl."

You blink up at him, and Kisame feels absolutely wrecked at the sight of you on your knees with his cum covering your face. You go to wipe your face with your shirt but he catches your hand and pulls you up. Your legs are shaky and your throat is raw from being fucked, so you don't protest when he lifts you - only to deposit you onto your bed with your legs hanging off the end. He lowers himself to his knees, hands gripping your thighs, and pulls your legs apart.

Now, it was his turn to say sorry.