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Mistake

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 5.2k

Includes- Threesome, FxF, voyeurism, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, face riding, cock riding, missionary, sex from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

“You really wanna do that Kookie?”, I ask

He nods

“Are you sure? You’re not gonna get jealous, are you?”

He scoffs, “No. Jealous of what? We’re not together”

I roll my eyes

“We don’t have to be together for you to be jealous of someone else sleeping with me.”

“Maybe if it was a guy but it’s a girl. That’s fucking hot”

Of course it is

To him

Every guy wants to see two girls together

I have never been with a girl

Not that I’m opposed to it

I’m not

My thinking is if I like someone, I like them, doesn’t matter if it’s a girl or a guy

It just so happens to have been guys so far

Jungkook is my best friend since we were kids

We stayed friends even when he left to be a part of BTS

And for the last three years we’ve been sleeping together

For him it’s sex

For me it’s love

I’ve been in love with Jungkook since we were fourteen

But he never looked twice at me

I know how he feels because he always comments on how beautiful or sweet other female idols or girls are

He’s comfortable talking to me about girls he likes and thinks are hot

Whatever

So we just have sex

And now he’s asking if I would sleep with a girl while he watched, then possibly join later

I’m not opposed to it so I agree

I always wanted to know what it was like to be with a girl

The only thing is it’s a girl he knows

A staff member for BTS

Who's apparently bi-sexual and has asked Jungkook about me

Apparently she saw me with him and she thought I was pretty

I’ve only slept with him but I really don’t know if he’s sleeping with other people

He could be sleeping with her too

“When do you wanna do this?”, he asks

“I dunno Kookie. Whenever. Doesn’t matter to me”

“Ok, uh tomorrow?”

“Damn that’s quick”, I smirk

“Well you said-”, he starts to protest

“I’m kidding, Jesus”, I cut him off

He glares at me

He takes out his phone and sends a text

His phone beeps right away and he checks it

“She said tomorrow works for her”

He has her number?

“Have you slept with her?”, I ask nonchalantly

He looks at me, “No. You’re the only person I’ve slept with so far.”

My stupid heart bursts in happiness

“Until tomorrow”, he adds, crushing the stupid happiness

So he does want to sleep with her too

Whatever, he’s not mine so I can’t say shit

But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt

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The next day, Jungkook comes over with the girl at 7 p.m.

“Hi”, she says, “I’m Kristy”

She’s really beautiful and hot

This is the kind of girls that are around Jungkook everyday?

No wonder he’d never want me

Not with girls like this. I never had a shot

I smile at her, “Hi, I’m Joanne”

“I know. Jungkook told me about you”, she smiles

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook and I stand there awkwardly

But Kristy just smiles and takes my hand

“You’re room is this way?”, she asks

Damn, she’s quick

I nod and she pulls me behind her with Jungkook following

My apartment is small

There’s only two rooms aside from the living room and kitchen

The bedroom and bathroom

It’s not hard to navigate

We get to my room

She puts her bag down and she just grabs me and kisses me

It feels the same as kissing a guy

“Jungkook said he wants to watch for awhile.”, she says

I nod

I brought a chair from the kitchen in my room before they got here

He goes to it and sits

“Joanne”, Kristy says and my eyes snap to hers

“Relax. I know it’s your first time with a girl but I’m gonna make sure you have fun ok?”

I nod again, not nervous at all

It's surprising

She leans in and kisses me again

Her lips are really soft and they taste like strawberries

Lip gloss, I guess

She licks my lip and I open my mouth letting her slip her tongue in and massages mine with hers

Wow

She’s a great kisser and she’s turning me on

Her tongue is pierced like mine and it feels amazing

I kiss her back and put my arms around her neck

She’s my height so I don’t have to reach up or stand on my toes like I do with Jungkook

She pushes me back on the bed and follows me

She moves my hair from my face and attaches her lips to mine again, slowly touching me, running her hands up and down my body

“Touch me”, she says

I realize I’m just sitting there

So I move my hands and I touch her sides

She feels good

I just have to loosen up

And stop thinking about Jungkook who’s sitting there

So I move my hand to her breast and I squeeze

She moans in my mouth and I feel myself get a little wet

Kristy suddenly pulls away, my shirt ripped off my body

My bra follows in the next second

She giggles, “Your tits are huge. I bet Jungkook loves playing with them”

I blush

He does

“I love big boobs”, she tells me then kisses me, touching both of my breast with her hands

“Oh fuck your nipples are pierced. That’s so hot”, she moans between kisses

One of her thumbs flick my nipple and I get more wet

It feels so fucking good

I pull away and grab her shirt and rip it off her

Then I unclasp her bra and throw it at Jungkook

It lands on his leg and he lets it fall on the floor

Her breasts are a good size, not too big, not to small

When I touch them she moans

She pushes me down and starts sucking on one of my nipples

“Oh fuck!”, I moan

“Yeah baby, now we’re getting somewhere”, she smiles

Her tongue swirls around my nipple, then she bites on one of the balls of my piercing and tugs

The tugging sensation floods my body with pleasure and I get soaking wet

When she pulls away, I lean up and wrap my lips around one of her nipples

She moans and I get more confident

I suck on her nipple while squeezing her other one

After a minute I switch

She’s making so much noise

I want to know if she’s as wet as I am, so I push her on her back and lay next to her, my mouth back on hers

I slip my hand under her panties and jeans, moving down and touching her

I moan in her mouth as I feel how fucking wet she is too

I’m feeling kind of proud of myself for turning a girl on

I sit up and undo her jeans

“Mmm you want pussy now?”, she teases

I nod and pull everything down and off

Her fucking body is smoking hot. She’s grinning at me and I rip her legs open

“Yeah baby girl is getting rough. I love it”

I lean down to her lips, catching hers in a kiss while my hands go back to her pussy

At least now I know what to do

I know what we like

I use my fingers to rub her clit in circles

“Oh god”, she yells in my mouth

I pull away from her and keep rubbing her quickly

Her hand has an iron grip on my other arm

I slide my fingers in her and start pumping my fingers in and out

She feels so wet and warm, yelling and moaning

When I feel her tighten up, I know she’s gonna cum

“Joanne fuck”, she yells

“Yeah baby, cum”, I growl and she does, yelling loudly

Holy shit, is this how Jungkook feels when he does it to me?

Because it makes me feel great

I pull my fingers out of her

And fuck it, I’m curious

I slip my fingers in my mouth, tasting her

Not bad, she’s pretty good

No where near as good as Jungkook but still

“You like how I taste?”, she asks, smirking

I nod

“There’s more if you want it”, she teases

I find myself wanting more

I shrug and lay down between her legs

I look at her pussy

I’ve seen my own in a mirror but I’ve never seen another girl’s

She’s smooth, clean shaven and wet again

I decide to just do it

Putting my tongue on her, I swipe up her pussy, making her jump

She tastes good

I make my tongue flat on her and I lick right in the middle of her pussy, my tongue ring rubbing her too

“Yes”, she cries and grabs my hair, “You’re fucking tongue”

I move to her clit and flick it over and over with the tip of my tongue

Then I suck on it, hard

“Aaaaaa”, she cries

I alternate between her clit and the rest of her pussy

The one thing I didn’t expect is that it’s messy

All of her juice is all over my mouth, lips and chin

Then again I may just be doing it wrong

She’s enjoying it though so that’s a win

“Oh God, Joanne, fuck”, Kristy moans and she cums

I feel her cum in my mouth and I just swallow it

I keep licking her until she stops moving

I like it when Jungkook does that so I do it.

Then I keep going

“Jjjj..Joanne…”, she moans

“Again”, I say running my tongue up and down her, tasting all of her and loving it

“Fuck Joanne, you’re so good at this. How are you so good at it?”, she cries

I honestly don’t know

I put my tongue, flatly on her clit making sure the ball of my tongue ring is touching her and I move it quickly

“Yes fuck. Oh my god!”, she cries, her body shaking

Her reactions are making me feel really good

Is this how Jungkook feels when I shake and scream?

It only takes a few seconds of me playing with her clit for her to cum in my mouth again

“Yes yes yes! Joanne! Fuck!”

I lick all her cum up before pulling away, sitting up, and wiping my mouth on my arm

Kristy sits up and pulls me in a kiss

“You’re really good at eating pussy. You sure you never did this before?”

I shake my head, “No. I just thought of what Jungkook does to me and I tried to do it to you”

“He’s a good teacher then”, she smirks glancing at him

I completely forgot he was there

He hasn’t made any sounds or even moved

When I glance at him, he’s not even looking at me or her

He’s looking at the floor

Why isn’t he watching?

I’m doing this for him because he asked and he’s not even paying attention

Suddenly I feel my legs get pulled out from under me and I fall back on the bed

“Shit”, I gasp

Kristy is already pulling my pants and panties off before I know it

She really doesn’t waste anytime

She opens my legs and attaches her tongue to me

“Holy shit!”, I shout

She moves her tongue rapidly and pleasure washes over me

I feel the ball of her tongue ring on me and it feels so good

Fuck she’s amazing at this

I watch her for a minute, until she sucks on my clit

Then I moan, close my eyes and push my head back into the pillow

My hands clutch the sheets under me as she continues

“Fuck, Jungkook was right. You taste fucking incredible”

What?

He talks about that with other people

Why?

And that’s embarrassing

She moves her tongue on my clit, rubbing the same spot over and over

My body starts to tremble

I turn my head, just moaning and feeling the pleasure

I open my eyes and I meet Jungkook’s eyes

He’s just staring at me, at my face, not at what she’s doing to me, which is what I assume he’d want to see

I can’t read his face

He’s not frowning but he’s not happy either

Whatever

I can’t worry about him right now

I close my eyes again

I just want to feel her tongue on me and not think

She sucks my clit again and I feel myself explode from the feeling

I don’t even think as I scream, “Jungkook, fuck, oh god, Jungkook!”

Suddenly the pleasure leaves and I lift my head up

Jungkook is pulling Kristy off me

“Ok that’s enough. It’s done. Get dressed”, he orders

“But I’m not done”, she protests

“Yeah you are. Put your clothes on. I’m driving you back to your house. Now.”

“What the fuck Jungkook? What’s your problem?”, she shouts

“Just get dressed. We’re going now”

He picks up Kristy’s clothes and shoves them at her, then herds her out of my bedroom

He doesn’t look back at me or even speak to me

And I’m just stunned

A few minutes later I hear my front door open and close, then it’s quiet

What is his problem?

He wanted this

Now he’s pissed?

Or maybe he’s not

He didn’t even look at me

Maybe he wants her and is going to her place to fuck her now

My heart breaks at that thought

I can’t keep doing this to myself

I can’t keep loving him when there’s no chance

I’m gonna have to stay away from him for a little while

I get up and lock my door then I go head for a shower

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Jungkook POV

I’m driving back to Joanne’s apartment

I’m so fucking stupid

Why did I ask for this?

I thought it was what I wanted

But I was so wrong

I couldn’t watch her with Kristy

I couldn’t because I wasn’t enjoying it

I thought it’d be hot to watch but it wasn’t

All it did was make me so jealous and angry at myself

I wanted Joanne to be kissing me instead of Kristy

I wanted her to be touching me, using her mouth on me, moan because of me, cum because of me

When she did cum, she screamed my name

She still shouted my name even though someone else was getting her off

When I heard that, I couldn’t let it happen anymore

I didn’t want Kristy touching her or even being near her

Today showed me loud and clear that what I’m trying to hide is true

I love her

So much

I started feeling this way almost a year and a half ago

But she’s my best friend

No way she’d feel like that for me

Also I’m an idol

It would be extremely hard for me to have a relationship

Especially with all the ARMYS

I’m not dumb, I know a lot of our fan base thinks I’m the hottest or whatever because I’m the youngest

I get compliments all the time and I’m a lot of girl’s bias

But I don’t care because Joanne’s not the one saying it

And I feel that ARMY wouldn’t accept me having a girlfriend

It’d have to be a secret and that’s not fair to her

We’d never be able to go out in public together

I’d never be able to hold her hand or kiss her anywhere besides the dorm or her apartment

But I love her

She’s the only one I want

Today showed me that I don’t want anyone else touching her but me

I don’t want to see her with anyone else but me

I want her to love me

To be with me

I know it’s not fair but I want her to be mine

And I’m going to her place to tell her that

Hopefully she’ll feel like I do and agree to be with me

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It’s around ten when I get back to her apartment

I knock on the door

I don’t think she’s asleep

She’s on break from college so she doesn’t have school this week

I knock again and hear footsteps through the door and she opens it

And I just stare at her

She’s changed into shorts and a tank top

Her hair is wet

She probably showered after I left

Every thought leaves my mind when I see her

I just want her

“Jungkook, what are you…”

She doesn’t finish because I pull her close and kiss her

I’m relieved when she responds and kisses me back

I kick her door closed and pull her body closer

I slide my tongue in her mouth and touch hers

She moans a little and I get so turned on

I need her

Right now

I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me and carry her to the bed, laying her down and go on top of her

She runs one hand up and down my torso and fire runs through me

She makes me feel so good and we haven’t done anything yet

I pull away and sit on my knee

I grab her tank top and rip it down the middle to get it off her

I do the same to her short

She’s not wearing any bra or panties so she’s completely naked under me

She sits then takes my shirt off and pulls my pants and boxers down

I help her get out of them then lay back on top of her, with her legs open so I can lay between them

As soon as her skin touches mine, I shiver

I love the feeling of her against me

Just her body touching mine…it’s the best

I kiss her, then move to her neck, to the spots she loves

This time though I suck on her skin and leave hickies all over

She’s mine and no one else’s

Everyone has to know she’s mine

“I’m going to make you feel so good baby”, I say between kisses, “Better than anyone else could ever make you feel”

“Kookie”, she moans

“I’m going to touch you better than her, I’m going to eat you out better than she ever could, I’m going to fuck you better than anyone.”

She moans and grabs on to me

“You better get ready baby girl because you’re going to cum non-stop tonight. You’re mine”

She whimpers and I love hearing it

My lips trail down to her nipple and I take it in my mouth

“Fuck”, she yells

I know how to make her cum just from playing with her nipples

I love biting and pulling on her piercings

When I do that without stopping she cums

I don’t need to touch her

But I want to tonight

I’ve been aching to touch her since I walked through her door earlier with Kristy

So I pull on her piercing, feeling the hard metal in my mouth and my hand on her clit

She’s already soaking and I love it

I start moving my hand on her and she responds by pulling my hair and making sounds

Sounds that drive me wild

I slip in two fingers and start to fuck her that way, while still sucking on her perfect nipples

She cums within a minute, groaning

I quickly let go of her nipples and pull my fingers out, instantly slamming my tongue on her pussy

“Kookie!”, she yells

I smirk at how she jumps, then I continue to lick her

I know what she likes and where better than anyone

I know how to make her cum in an instant and to keep her orgasming

And that’s what I’m going to do to her

Tonight is all her

I don’t care about me in the slightest

I want to make my baby feel good

I tug on her clit a few times and she orgasms again

I love the way she tastes and I can never get enough

I have to force myself away from most of the time

My tongue slides in and I lick her all over

All it takes is a few swipes and she’s coming again, screaming my name and covering my tongue with her delicious cum

“Kookie! Fuck Kookie!”

She’s still yelling Kookie

I need to change that

I don’t stop licking that spot and I get her to cum two more times, her body trembling more and more each time

I pull away and maneuver her so she’s on her knees, holding on to the headboard

Then I lay down under her and pull her pussy to my mouth by her hips

I run my tongue along her cunt making her shout out in pleasure

I want her to fuck my mouth, so I move her hips back and forth to tell her what I want

She gets it and she starts moving and grinding on my tongue by herself

I love this so much

I love when she uses my tongue to get herself to cum

I don’t know if other guys like going down on girls but I do

Only to her though

I don’t get why anyone wouldn’t like it

Maybe other girls taste bad?

I don’t have that problem with her

She tastes fucking incredible, all of her- her skin, her wetness and especially her cum

I love the feel of her sliding on my tongue, every part of her pussy touching my tongue

And just knowing that I turn her on this much, is such a huge turn on and power trip

“Cum baby”, I say, then I suck on her clit

"Jungkook!“, she screams and releases on my tongue again

Finally

She’s calling me Jungkook

That means I’m giving it to her good

"Don’t stop Jungkook. Don’t stop”, she whines

“You wanna cum again baby girl?”

“Yes”

“On my tongue?”

“Yes, Fuck yes”

I clamp on her clit again and gently use my tongue and teeth to tug and pull it

She shouts and shakes above me, orgasming hard

I don’t give her any time to relax

I pick her up from her thighs and bring her down on my cock

“Yes fuck”, I shout

“Oh my god, Jungkook”, she cries when I start to thrust up into her while I keep slamming her down

“Fuck baby. You’re body is so sexy”, I compliment her

Her body is

She has a small frame since she’s short

She has a small stomach and waist with fucking huge beautiful boobs that are bouncing so hard from how hard I’m fucking her

And they’re real which is even better

Her hips and thighs are just perfect, her ass is small but perfectly round and she has long fucking legs that are to die for, even though she’s short

Really her body is all tits and legs

Add her tattoos to that and I was a goner the first time I saw her naked

“Baby”, she yells

“C'mon baby, I know you wanna cum again”

She lets out a scream as she goes over the edge again, tightening on my cock making me shout too

She tries to move off but I hold her on me

“Not done yet baby girl. I told you, you’re coming non stop tonight”, I smirk

“Jungkook…I..ccaa”

“Don’t tell me you can’t because you can. You’ve done it before”

“Ye…yeah but..”

“No buts Jo. Let me make you feel amazing ok?”

“O…O ok”, she stutters

I bring her down on me over and over. I don’t thrust up because I’m scared I’ll cum and I don’t want to yet

The pleasure is already so intense

Her pussy was made for me

She fits around me so well, like a glove

She’s so tight and I love being in her

It’s my favorite place to be

I slam her and hold her down when she screams again, shaking and coming hard

I flip her on her hands and knees and pound back in

“Jungkook, I..”

She can’t get out the words

“I wanna stay Jo. Please, can I stay in you?”

She nods quickly, “Yea, baby, fuck, yea”

I fuck her mercilessly, her screams getting louder with each thrust Reaching around I play with her clit while I’m ramming her

“Yes Jungkook, don’t stop. Harder, god fuck me harder”

I move harder in her and by her squeezing I know she’s about to go She explodes on me with another loud yell

I move my hand off her clit and move her back and forth on my cock with her hips

“Baby, Goddamn, I love seeing your cum on my cock. It turns me on so much.”

She doesn’t answer just moans sounds

I love watching myself go in and out of her pussy

I feel her building up and she orgasms again

I lost count of how many times I made her cum

But I’m not done yet

I flip her over to her back, hold her legs open and thrust back in

“Fuck Jungkook, your cock is so hard. It feels incredible”, she shouts

“I’m happy you like it baby”, I answer as I snap my hips hard and fast, going in deeper and deeper

I’m getting to her spot that can make her orgasm within seconds of each other

Her body and hair is drenched in sweat

Mine is too but I don’t stop

Sweat from my hair drips and falls on her stomach

Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing really heavily

My eyes land on the hickies I gave her and I feel my possessiveness over her come roaring back

“You’re mine”, I yell, slamming hard

She yelps and opens her eyes

“Do you hear me? You are mine”

She nods, “Ok”

“No, ok. I fucking love you and you’re all mine.”

Her eyes widen at my words and I hear what I’m saying but I’m too far gone to care

I want her to hear me

“No one else touches you but me. No one else fucks you but me. No one makes you cum but me. No one kisses you, only me. I love you and you’re mine. Only mine. Understand?”, I shout

“Yes! Jungkook yes. I..I love you too”, she yells

She loves me too

I’m so fucking happy

“I love you Joanne. You’re mine and I’m yours. Only yours. No one touches me except for you, ok?”

“Ok, yes,”, she nods

I hit her spot making her scream and I keep slamming it over and over, fast and hard

I love hearing her screams

I watch her as her eyes close and she screams my name coming so intensely

“Jungkook. Jungkook!”

She clenches me so tightly, that I’m having a hard time pushing through

But I want to keep hitting her spot

I want her to orgasm more

Her pussy is creaming all over my cock, clenching me in a death grip, tears falling down her face from the pleasure

And still I keep going, waiting for her to call apart

I slam into her as hard as I can and she screams the loudest I’ve ever heard her scream when she cums this time

“Jungkook!”

The overwhelming pleasure takes over my body and I shout her name when I cum, deep inside

“Joanne!”

I know it’s a lot and it last longer than usual because I must have been fucking her for an hour straight and the pressure inside me was immense

But it’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had

Her body goes limp and I clumsily fall right on top of her

I know she must be exhausted but she still immediately puts her arms around me, holding me close to her

I wrap my arms around her body, hugging her back

I just lay on her, listening to her rapid heartbeat

After a while of silence and us just getting our breathing and heartbeat normal, I pick my head up and look up at her

I thought she was asleep but she’s not

She’s looking at the ceiling but when she feels me move she looks at me

And smiles her beautiful smile

“I love you”, I tell her

She reaches out and moves my hair off my face

“I love you”, she answers

“Do you really?”, I ask shyly, scared she’s just saying it

“I do. I’ve been in love with you since we were fourteen”

Fourteen?

That long?

Why didn’t I see it?

I’m such a fucking idiot.

If I’d just open my eyes, I could of had her since we were teenagers

I feel like a total jerk

“I…I didn’t know”

“I know Kookie. I hid it from you”, she replies

“I’m sorry”

“Not your fault”, she shrugs, “But do you really love me?”

“One hundred percent. I’ve been in love with you for a long time but I kept pushing it away”

“Why?”

“Because I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same. And that you wouldn’t want to be with an idol. It’s not easy with my schedule and it has to be a secret. We can’t do normal couple things like go out in public together or be affectionate in public. I know it’s not fair to you and I was scared you’d think it wasn’t worth it”, I confess, “And I’m still scared of that.”

“Don’t be. Of course you’re worth it Jungkook. I’ll do anything to be with you. I always would have. So what if it’s going to be hard? Life’s not easy. We’ll work everything out. As long as I’m with you I don’t care. As long as I can hold you and kiss you when we're alone, I don’t care about being seen in public. I don’t care that it has to be a secret. As long as I have you and you love me nothing else matters.”

She’s saying everything I wanted to hear and from the look in her eyes, I know she’s telling the truth

She really wants me

Me

And I want her so fucking much

“So, uh, this means you’re mine?”, I ask shyly

“Yes Jungkook. If you’re mine?”

“Definitely.”

She smiles at me and I get up and kiss her, long and gently

“I love you Joanne”

“I love you Jungkook”

I kiss her again and this time I touch down her body

When I get down to her, she’s wet again

That’s good because I’m hard again

I sit up and hold her legs up, position myself right there

“Again baby?”, she giggles

“Yea baby girl. I told you over and over. You’re not sleeping tonight. I’m gonna make you cum all night”

“Good”, she smirks

She’s such a little shit sometimes

Lucky for her I love her so much

I thrust inside her and we both yell at how good it feels

“Round 2”, I whisper

“Then more? All night?”, she asks

I nod and she smiles

We kiss again and then I start moving

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In your arms

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x F!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Comforting your husband after a nightmare.

Connecting to event of “Death, Comes easily” 

Warning: Mature theme. Nightmare discussion ( related to PTSD ), discussion of death. Angst.

A/N : This was an extension of ANOTHER drabble/comment I wrote a while ago thanks to my midnight muse @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world ( seriously please let me sleep LOL )

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic  “The Favorite MacTavish”” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background

 “masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded universe

You stare up at the ceiling. Eyes wide open. Fidgeting away. 

It’s three in the morning. But you are not sleepy at all. Even after a solid twelve hour afternoon shift. 

Oh, you should add more carrots into the twin’s lunch box….

You started making a mental listing of what you need to get from the grocery store tomorrow. Maybe that will tire your brain out and finally get some sleep. 

That wallpaper is peeling off slightly beside the window… need to get Simon to fix that.. 

Is Johnny and Emma coming over for lunch this Sunday?

Crap the electricity bill is due soon….

Ok, this isn’t working. Your mind is even more stimulated with all these questions and a list of chores in your head. 

Tucking yourself into the armchair beside the fireplace you just rekindled, armed with a generous mug of hot chocolate ( and maybe with a sneaky dash of whisky in it ) you set yourself about getting back into the historical romance novel you started a year ago but never had the time to finish. 

Turn to the left, fluffing up the pillow. Nope. Not helping either. You knew that extra cup of coffee after lunch wasn’t such a good idea.

Letting out a sigh, you finally accepted that you weren’t going to get any sleep that night.

Swinging your leg over the side of the bed, you shuffle towards the lounge chair beside the window, grabbing the hand knit throw over blanket Gaz made for you last winter. Draping it over your shoulder, and quietly slipping out of the room, without waking Simon up, down towards the kitchen. 

The heavy footsteps become more frantic, and you hear room doors opening and closing, and the person in question is running down the staircase. 

Barely three pages in, you heard stomping noise coming from the bedroom upstairs.

You set the book down,looking up, frowning. Is one of the twins awake? But the noise sounds like it’s coming from your shared bedroom with your husband. 

The next second, you saw Simon, shoulders uptight, breathing erratically, with tears streaming down his face. As soon as he spotted you curling up in the armchair, his beautiful brown eyes widened. Mixture of panic and relief evident in his eyes. Your heart aches at the sight. 

Simon calls out to you. Voice quivering, like a scared little child. 

Extending your hands, silently asking him what he needs.

He stares at you for the moment, before slowly moving towards you, kneeling down on both knees, enveloping his large, warm hand around yours.

“… Just want to feel you. Knowing you are here.” He whispered in a deep rumbling voice, tinged with sadness. “That you are real.” his voice broke into a sob. “ That you are alive.”

“ Oh love…” You immediately knew he had one of his nightmares again.  Flash back to the bombing incident. Death of his mother and brother’s family.

“I woke up, I couldn’t find you, you weren’t there in bed, I thought the worst…” grabbing onto your hands tighter as he poured out his fear, “I thought I failed you… Just like I failed my family… I got you killed.. And the twins.. The team…” He buried his face into your lap, trying hard to control his emotion.

It pains you to see him in such a vulnerable state. A side he never shows. Not even to his most trusted team mate.

But here, in front of you, he’s not the ruthless, fearsome Ghost.

Here, he is just Simon Riley, your companion, beloved husband. The men you trust with all your life.

And he loves and trusts you enough to pour his heart and fear out to you. Laying it bare. 

Pulling him up to a stand, giving him a kiss on the lip. “Come on, you should get some rest.”

Leaning forward you place a kiss on the back of his head, whispering into his ears, trying to reassure him, “I am here love. I am not going anywhere…” pulling one of your hands out from his grasp, you stroke his hair lightly, “You haven’t failed us. You saved my life that day. Both of us came home safe and sound to the children and the team at the end, right?”

Cupping his face and lifting his head up, you smiled gently, “It’s all behind us now Simon.” 

“You're not coming to bed with me?”  He asked in a small voice. 

Looking at the fireplace, “I can’t leave it burning overnight. Besides, I couldn’t sleep anyway, that’s why I am down here, reading a book.” pointing to the book and drink, abandoned on the side table. 

“Can I stay with you?”

That is how the twins found the two of you the next morning, sleeping on the lounge, wrapped up in thick blankets, with you cocooned in Simon’s embrace, with a contented smile on both of your faces. 

The sweet twins woke both you and Simon up, with simple breakfast and tea all ready on the table for both of you.

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INSIGNIFICANT ; THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

⇢ you are thrown into the universe of the hunger games just before lucy gray baird’s story starts, and on a whim, you decide that you will be the one to take her place

masterlist insignificant m.list

genre: platonic, mostly angst

word count: 1,585

warnings: death, violence, weapons, blood, diseases

request: “If it's ok, I have an idea as a mix between this fic and your Percy Jackson one "Newer Worlds" Basically, Y/N is a part of our world and is dropped in TBOSAS world but before the events and the covey takes Y/N in. Like your precious Hunger Games fic, Lucy becomes a sister to Y/N. During the events of TBOSAS, Y/N takes Lucy's place and goes through the trials of the games. When Y/N returns from the games, Lucy is concerned but relieved that her sibling is ok and really gentle in helping Y/N through nightmares and general jumpiness post-games. Maybe, just a suggestion, of course, this leads Lucy to be mistrusting Snow?”

a million times yes, let’s get into it. unfortunately, not exactly what you asked, but that is because i wanted to prevent accidentally doing the movie word for word… and i forgot to add a few things :/. this plot does not belong to me, all rights go to suzanne collins, lionsgate films and everyone else involved with the movie.

chapter one: the only person on earth

I had lived the past fourteen years of my life in the closest thing I could call peace. I had good grades, I loved to read (and I read more often than maybe I should), and I had a so-so relationship with my mother.

My father was out of the picture, but it never bothered me too much. Being an only child was okay because at least I never had to deal with the inevitability of my mother picking a favourite child, and the possibility that it wasn’t me.

I was, what you could call, the odd one out, however. I didn’t have any friends, and the only other person I talked to—aside from my mother—was the really nice lady I saw at the bus stop every day before school. It was only by chance that she’d wait for the bus for work at the same time every weekday.

I sat there now, with my newest read in hand. It was called Legendborn, and I was finding that I loved it a lot so far.

Mrs. Kelly, the woman I mentioned, was surprisingly not at the bus stop today. I found it strange, given that she’d had a perfect work attendance, and I could only hope that she was okay. I had no number to call or friend to ask, so I could only pray she would show up tomorrow.

I watched, patiently, as the bus came around the corner and rolled to a stop. As I stood to get on, the doors creaked open. I could only stare, dumbfounded.

The driver’s seat lacked a driver, and as I slowly took a step on the bus, I peaked around to see it completely void of life.

I stood at the front of the bus for a long time, gripping my book tightly as I frowned at the strangely empty vehicle. 

I peered out the window, watching the cars going by. I wondered that if I could see within them, if they’d be abandoned too. I didn’t want to know the answer to my own question.

The sounds of the doors snapping shut took me by surprise. I was frozen for a moment before I slowly looked around the bus.

I felt like a puppet with strings when I began to take steps forward.

I took the seat I always did, at the very back of the bus, with the window directly to my right. My breaths were somehow steady, but my mind was a haze.

Why had I even gone on the bus in the first place?

The world around me was mess of colours and lights, swirling around in almost intoxicating ways. I found my eyes beginning to close, and my mind beginning to shut down.

The book fell from my hands, and I collapsed in my seat.

———

I woke up, my head aching and my clothes soaking wet. As I opened my eyes I saw the world slowly stop spinning, my vision no longer doubling.

I was no longer on the bus—or anywhere that I knew for that matter. I saw few people bustling around, but it was better than no one at all. They huddled together to keep warm and ran to their small, sad houses to avoid the rain.

I received merely one glance, from a woman I couldn’t have possibly known, and she looked just as confused to see me as I was to be here.

Then she was gone, and after minutes on the ground, I was all alone.

I got to my feet and took slow steps to see if I could figure out where I was. Despite knowing it was a new place to me, with grounds I had never walked before, it felt familiar.

The wind was cold on my arms, and I hugged them close to myself. My teeth chattered as my eyes wildly danced around, trying to spot something that could tell me where I was. Anything.

“Goodness!” A voice called over the sounds of the rain and the wind. I squinted my eyes as I turned my head, watching a figure make their way towards me. “You’ll get a cold if you stay out here.”

She was directly in front of me, and I was startled at how familiar she was. Her curly hair, her gorgeous, colourful dress. The way she spoke, carried herself, her concern. I had seen it all before.

I looked her in the eye—I knew those eyes.

I was staring into the eyes of Lucy Gray Baird.

I couldn’t speak. I was surprised with my own thoughts. Lucy Gray? The was illogical. Rachel Zegler would be more likely, but even then, why was she here? Or rather, how did I get here?

But this girl was too much like Lucy Gray to feel like how I had seen Rachel online. I was losing my mind trying to figure out who I was talking to.

“Let’s get you inside.” She said at my silence. I could only stumble over my own feet as she led me to a small shack in the middle of the beaten town.

Upon entering, I realized that it was not a home. It was a small shop that appeared to be selling mostly baked goods, but I saw some soups as well. It smelled nice in here, and it was warmer than the world outside, so I was pleased.

The girl was quick to rush off to a familiar blonde, asking for a jacket, or a shawl, or anything to keep me warm. She received a small blanket in return, and took it with a smile and a thank you.

“Here you go, darlin’.” She said gently as she wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. “Come sit over here.”

I did as she asked, and looked around the small shop to avoid the small group’s eyes. I hardly even noticed that they were there until I’d taken my seat.

I was so busy avoiding their stares that I didn’t even notice the girl speak to me. I turned to her in surprise, muttering, “what?”

“What’s your name, sweet thing?” She asked in the beautiful voice I had heard before.

I stared at her for a moment before I spoke, sounding unsure. “Y/N.” I said.

She laughed softly. “You sure? It didn’t sound it.” And when she smiled, I couldn’t help but do the same. “I’m Lucy Gray.” She said.

I held my breath, before forcing myself to calm down. I felt sick, and scared, and strangely overjoyed. My life had been just fine up until now, why did things have to change?

“And this is my cousin Maude Ivory, and…”

But I couldn’t hear a word that she was saying. I couldn’t hear anything but my racing heart.

———

It turned out that despite my horrible situation, things weren’t so bad. Of course, they weren’t exactly good, but at least I wasn’t alone.

I had no money, no family, nothing to call my own. Still, the Covey I had heard so much about were happy to bring me in.

I wasn’t any good at music, but I was a great listener. I was glad to be with such a lively group of people. Maude and Lucy were the most keen on making friends with me, and I never rejected their kindness.

The thought of telling anyone that I wasn’t of this world was scary, and so, I didn’t tell a soul. I never said anything out loud, and sometimes I tried my hardest not to think about it, too.

Although I did think about my mother. She wasn’t perfect, but neither was I, I suppose. I didn’t like the thought of leaving her for too long, so I could only hope that she was okay.

Lucy Gray seemed to understand that I was unfamiliar with the area. She had a look in her eyes like she could figure me out with a glance, but she never said anything out loud. She’d quietly explain the works of District 12, while avoiding Peacekeepers as she went. However, I did learn that some of them were nice.

It was strange seeing them now, knowing how different things would be in the future when Katniss Everdeen took her place as a victor alongside Peeta Mellark.

It was also strange knowing Lucy’s future, as it became clear to me that she had yet to become a victor, or even a tribute. She was just Lucy Gray, a songbird in District 12 with the rest of her Covey. I suppose they were mine now, too. Lucy had told me herself that they had no plans on letting me go far, for not only my safety but theirs.

The first three weeks with Lucy Gray and the Covey were as wonderful as I could hope for. Still, the longer I stayed here, the more worried I got. I couldn’t ignore the upcoming games, which I knew were only a month away. I couldn’t deny how much Lucy meant to me now—not only was she a character that I adored, I now had the honour of calling her a friend.

As Lucy Gray told me all about the songs she wrote and played for the people of District 12, I hid my worry deep in my mind and smiled at her. I would enjoy my month of happiness with her and the others, and hopefully come up with a plan on how to save her from the Games before the inevitable happened.

chapter two

[f1nalboys]

ok the plan for today/tomorrow whenever i wake up since i might attempt to sleep soon: work on 1 or 2 of the requests i have. shower. laundry. finish this randy smut piece. plan a new polyghostface fic. add top gun maverick to my masterlist and characters. update my rules and pinned. begin to write this tg:m fic.

bare minimum i would like to shower (need) and wash some clothes and my bedsheets and write at least one request. i have to go to walmart w my sister after 5 so everything may be happening after that situation bc i will prob (hopefully) sleep until she is coming to get me!

i know for a fact i will def start one of the tgm fics bc . yeah.

[magicrobins]

The Toy Dragon

Valas Telenna & various others [see below]. Dungeons & Dragons [Band of Misfits]. 4,272 words. More under the cut. AO3.

Summary: Valas’ past and present collide.

Other characters: Meiros Vanhorn, Zintra Rastor, Dominic Crawford, Eve Crawford, Evanora Crawford, Elizira Vanhorn, Hai Li, Rihiri Valtari (@jellyfishlovesloki), Zaegar Steelheart (@nutellanewt), Sefhana Brenlynn (@bxtgrl), & Bilbo Swaggins (@theoneandonlyfloozyjesus).

Note: Set in a world created by our wonderful DM (@iodine-kisses).

His ears were ringing. Valas turned on Dominic, annoyed by the young man’s proud grin. His friend’s wavy dark hair had been put up in a bun – the fact that the bard had taken the time to tie his hair up during a fight was irritating in itself. Meiros was already at Valas’ side, searching the drow for injuries to heal.

“Next time you blast a dragon off of me, how about you warn me to cover my ears?!” from the way that Dominic laughed and Meiros winced, Valas guessed he was yelling. It took Meiros a few minutes to get his ears to stop ringing.

In the meantime, Dominic was looking down at the carcass of a dragon and still grinning widely. “I killed that.”

His twin sister, Eve, rolled her eyes. “We helped.”

“But I landed the killing blow!” he countered, causing his sister to roll her eyes again. “I can’t wait to go home and tell my daughter her daddy’s a dragon slayer!”

“Baby dragon.”

All party members looked to Hai, who was the next to get Meiros’ attention, though he often fought from a distance and thus avoided most harm. The sorcerer’s familiar, a raven named Obsidian, sat for once quietly on his shoulder.

Dominic’s grin was starting to fade. “What?”

“You killed a baby dragon,” Hai stated matter-of-factly, nodding toward the carcass.

Dominic didn’t look all that proud anymore. “Well – well you guys helped kill it!”

Eve put on her best sympathetic sister act and clapped Dominic on the shoulder. “But brother, you landed the killing blow.”

“You’re the great dragon slayer!” Elizira chimed in, exchanging a grin with Zintra, who shook her head.

Valas thought Dominic looked like he would cry.

“I didn’t want to kill a baby!”

“It did attack me,” Valas pointed out. He felt Hai sling an arm around his shoulders – the sorcerer’s other arm rested across Meiros’ shoulders. It was an affectionate attempt to keep both men near him, though it also prevented Meiros from walking over and healing the other members of their party.

“Well we couldn’t have that,” Elizira teased and chuckled at the unimpressed look Valas shot her.

Zintra picked up her shield, slinging it onto her back, signaling that it was time for their group to continue farther into the cave. After all, they had a serial murderer to hunt. As she passed Dominic, she patted him on his arm, “Don’t worry. We’ll tell your daughter you slayed an evil adult dragon.”

No, no, no. This couldn’t have been happening. Not again. Not again.

Valas’ hands shook, covered in blood – in her blood, in his blood.

Just a few feet away, her body lay lifeless. She was looking in his direction, arm outstretched as if to beg him to stop, lips parted in a silent plead to spare her brother. Her eyes were wide with shock and tears stained her cheeks, marking her with the heartache, the pain of betrayal. But her eyes were also dim, lifeless. The midsection of the dress the alchemist wore, once a beautiful shade of green, was darkened and soaked with crimson. He could see where the blade had pierced her from behind all the way through to stick out the other end. Perhaps if the blade had been left in, she would have had more time. More time to struggle to live. More time to helplessly watch her brother die.

Just a few feet away, Eve stared lifelessly at him, lips parted as if to ask why he knelt over her brother’s dying body.

Underneath him, Dominic was dying. He was dying fast, the blade having pierced his heart from the front. The blade was still in him. That blade – Valas’ blade.

Valas’ hands shook as he removed the blade. Leaving it in wouldn’t have made a difference. The others were too far away. Meiros was too far away. He wouldn’t get there in time to heal Dominic. None of the others even knew what was happening. None of them knew of the danger. None of them knew about the death and the dying.

He frantically took his cloak off and bunched it together, pressing it against the wound. Dominic whimpered against the pain. Valas felt his heart tear. Tears were in the corners of Dominic’s eyes – some escaped. Valas didn’t even register that he, himself, was crying too. He didn’t register that he was practically sobbing.

Not again.

For a split second, he didn’t see Dominic underneath him. He saw an older man – a drow with short silver hair, not quite white. He saw his hands around the hilt of a dagger. The drow reached up, touching his cheek with bloody fingers. He felt his mother’s presence behind him, looming over him. He saw the disgust on his father’s face beneath him.

“I should have killed you. You should be dead.”

And suddenly it wasn’t his father but Dominic underneath him. Dominic, staring up at him with sad eyes, but still with that caring look of a young father, of a friend, watching someone break. Dominic reached up, his arm shaking with the effort, his fingers and hand bloody from trying to hold his own wound and stop the bleeding he knew in his heart wouldn’t stop.

He weakly cupped his hand against Valas’ tearstained cheek. Valas’ eyes snapped from the wound to him.

“It’s going to be okay,” Dominic managed to get out, his voice quiet, weak. Each word was a struggle, but he looked determined not to die and leave them unsaid. “It’s not… your fault.”

Valas became aware of his own sobbing. “I’m so sorry.”

Dominic tried to shake his head but didn’t have the strength to. “Now you’re fond of me.” He put on his best smile but it wavered. He looked afraid of dying. He looked like a man desperate to live but with no cards left in the deck, no more moves to make.

Valas wanted to tell him he thought of the bard as one of his best friends but the words caught in his throat. He choked out a sob, gently grabbing Dominic’s hand and holding it against his cheek.

“Valas,” Dominic stressed, “Promise me… Promise me you’ll see my daughter.”

Valas started to shake his head.

“See my little Evanora,” he insisted, “She’ll need her – she’ll need her Uncle Val to show her…” He coughed up blood but refused to stop talking. “Show her how to survive… How to survive this cruel world. Tell her – tell her about her Auntie Eve. Tell her about the hero she was, smart and brave…” His words became slower, his eyes dimmer. “Tell her… Tell her that her daddy was a dragon slayer…”

Though he wanted to refuse, Valas slowly nodded. “I’ll tell her about the hero he was too.”

That made Dominic smile. “I always wanted to be a hero…”

With that, Dominic took his last breath.

It had been roughly one year. For roughly a year, he had tried not to think about Dominic or Eve, about any of the others he’d left behind. He’d chosen to run and had never stopped. He had sometimes taken odd jobs – assassinations usually – to earn money so he could feed himself and Spite – the spoiled spider had quite the appetite. But he was used to those jobs requiring only himself. It had been roughly one year since he’d worked in a party.

Now he found himself surrounded by strangers – Rihiri, a tiefling druid; Zaegar, a half-orc monk; Bilbo, a halfling rogue; and Sefhana, a half-elf ranger who he was fairly certain was the most annoying half-elf he’d ever met. Of course he pretended not to remember their names – he didn’t plan on sticking with them for long. They just needed to slay this beast, this… Well he remembered their names, not the beast’s. It was progress.

Still, those memories lingered in his mind. When battle began, his first instinct was to turn to Elizira and give her the mischievous grin that she knew was him asking her to lay down cover fire so he could get close to the enemy as safely as possible.

But Elizira wasn’t there. Instead when he turned he met Sefhana’s gaze. He’d just met her not too long ago, but he assumed it was safe to say they weren’t going to get along.

Where he expected to see Zintra charging into battle, sword drawn, he saw Zaegar, reigning his fists down rather than a blade. Where he expected to see Dominic and Eve concocting some crazy plan that might get everyone killed but hey, at least they’d look good doing it, he saw Rihiri throw Bilbo and the halfling land ungracefully with his face against the ground. Where he expected to see Obsidian swooping down and pecking at enemies, he saw a large bear that had accompanied Rihiri.

And where he expected to see his lovers taking up the rear – Meiros with his crossbow, Hai with his staff and magic – he saw nothing but an empty space. Trees stood where he thought his lovers should have been.

He decided he didn’t like it here with these people early on. It was too familiar yet foreign, working with a group yet a group he had never known before. He’d learned to work in sync with his previous party, with his… friends.

He thought back to that party, to those faces he’d learned to affectionately call his friends – a couple of them more than friends. He thought back to first meeting Zintra, to hunting down that monster. He thought back to being by Zintra’s side as she recruited each of the others. He thought back to the nights they’d spent around a campfire, Dominic creating lyrics to songs on the spot that made no sense but made everyone laugh.

He thought back to Eve, staring lifelessly, silently pleading at him to spare her brother. He thought back to Dominic, to making a promise he couldn’t keep.

He decided that he wouldn’t allow himself to enjoy it here with these people. He wouldn’t allow himself to get close, to stay. He would leave them behind as soon as he collected his money. He didn’t need any more friends. He didn’t need anyone caring about him. He didn’t need the blood of those he cared about on his hands anymore.

He looked around at the group of strangers he didn’t want to get to know. He thought that if he wasn’t in their lives, then certainly their lives would be longer.

Valas stared down at the toy in his hand – a small, wooden dragon. It was clearly a child’s toy, and he had no clue why it was on a corpse unless… He stood up and turned from the corpse, not wanting to find out if it was of a child or an adult. He stared at the little dragon, stirring a memory he’d tried hard to push down.

He saw Dominic using one of his daggers to carve a twig into a crude tiny little spear. He carved it too thin, of course, and it just fell apart the moment he tried to stab a piece of meat with it. Eve playfully rolled her eyes.

“You should leave the woodcarving to the, well, the woodcarvers,” she teased.

He saw himself snatch the dagger back and investigate the blade. “Keep taking my daggers and you’re going to dull the blades.”

Dominic shrugged. “If I want to be a woodcarver, I need to practice.”

Zintra looked up from her meal and cocked an eyebrow. “You want to be a woodcarver?”

Dominic grinned cheekily. “Maybe, maybe not.”

Eve playfully shoved him. “If you were a woodcarver, Evanora would have more toys than she does.”

“She has plenty of toys!” Dominic protested, “Her Auntie Eve spoils her.”

This time it was Eve’s turn to grin. “Well I have to be her favorite relative.”

Dominic barked out laughter at that.

“You should make her a toy dragon,” Elizira chimed in, “After all her daddy’s a dragon slayer.”

Dominic opened his mouth to agree when Eve added, “And it’d be small enough to be a baby dragon.” Dominic shot her a sour look and the party erupted in laughter around the small campfire they had built.

And suddenly Valas was staring at a small, wooden toy. A little dragon in his hands. And he was back in the cave with a different party, a different set of faces. The only familiar thing was Spite, perched on his shoulder, staring at him with her multitude of eyes. For the first time in roughly a year, he slipped the toy into his bag with one thought on his mind.

Evanora would like this.

You’ve got to be kidding me, Valas wanted to say, staring defiantly at the half-orc in front of him. Was it truly the only way to get what they needed? Couldn’t they just kill them all and go about their lives? Did he really need to give this up?

Of course he did. He mentally reminded himself that this was life and life was never kind, at least not for long. Anything kind would surely be taken away from him – kind gestures, kind moments, kind people. It would all become memories soaked in blood. It always had.

He thought he saw Sefhana look like she was going to try to swipe it from him. Which would have been ridiculous in his opinion, trying sleight of hand out on a rogue. But then Zaegar had his attention again – he told himself the monk could easily get his attention just because he was shirtless. He refused to think any farther into that.

The next words out of the drow’s mouth was a price. It was a ridiculous price that anyone in their right mind wouldn’t pay. It was a silly item that wasn’t even worth half that amount. At first he didn’t think he’d heard correctly when Zaegar agreed. But as he saw the coin, he realized he’d somehow walked right into a deal that should have greatly pleased him. He’d never reluctantly taken money before. But as he put on his best cocky grin and traded the small item for the gold, he felt just that – reluctance.

He watched as the wooden toy, the little dragon was given away so they could continue on and finish their quest. He told himself it was for the best. He didn’t ever plan on seeing the Crawfords again. He hadn’t even been there for Dominic and Eve’s funerals, having ran away as they had been traveling to take the bodies home.

He told himself he didn’t deserve to take such a gift to little Evanora, who would be eleven by now. He didn’t deserve to hand her a toy with the same hands that had been soaked in her father and aunt’s blood. He didn’t deserve to see her smiling face again, to be graced with her presence again. He didn’t deserve to have such innocence in his life.

He told himself it was for the best.

He pretended that celebrations bored him, but rather they made him uncomfortable. He didn’t think he deserved to be celebrated, and he guessed the townsfolk might have felt odd, having a drow in the party they were cheering on. Or perhaps it was such a small town that they didn’t care. He found it hard to keep track of every place that despised his race.

He watched the others have fun, mostly sticking to the shadows or eating when he felt hungry. Receiving gifts from the townsfolk wasn’t something he was used to or expected. All he’d wanted was to get paid so he could leave, but free food was free food.

He rummaged through the gifts, not quite caring about them and halfheartedly putting them away in his bag. He froze, though, when he noticed a small, wooden toy. It lifted the little dragon up and inspected it. He wasn’t sure if it was new or the same one. But either way, somehow he now held a toy dragon in his hands. He glanced around, trying to figure out who was responsible for it – it couldn’t have been a coincidence. But to his knowledge, no one was giddily watching him, waiting for him to see the toy. To his knowledge, no one cared.

He glanced to Spite – he guessed that if spiders could shrug, she would have – before carefully placing the toy in his bag.

He wondered who he would owe for this. It wasn’t a coincidence, he was sure of it. And nothing in life came free. Someone knew about the toy, knew what it had meant to him though he hadn’t spoken it. Someone had gone out of their way to get either the same one or a new one and give it to him. He thought someone clearly wanted something from him, but what? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t looking forward to finding out.

He knew this city. He realized that the instant his stomach dropped and he felt sick. He’d been traveling around with Rihiri, Zaegar, Sefhana, and Bilbo for a little over a year now, and he’d been praying to the goddess that they wouldn’t journey to this city. Perhaps this was Lolth’s way of punishing him for not being devout.

It was a big city, but he doubted luck was on his side. He pretended not to know where shops or inns were. He pretended not to know the city, but he was quieter than usual. This city brought back memories that should have put a smile on his face but instead tore at his heart. This city made him look at his hands and see red.

He stood outside a vendor, one he recognized and resisted the urge to groan. He remembered almost punching this vendor for trying to swindle him out of his money while stating not so kind words about drow. The only thing that had kept him from decking the man had been Hai, gently but firmly grasping his arm and pulling him away. He remembered also hearing the man scream something about his hair being on fire.

His hair had clearly grown back – he looked as irritating as ever. He eyed Valas, but kept most of his attention on Rihiri and Zaegar, though technically Bilbo was the one talking to him. The man’s eyes were nervous glued to the tiefling and half-orc, who looked intimidating from his angle. It probably didn’t make the man feel comforted to see the party was trailed by a bear and a wolf.

Valas, however, hadn’t realized he’d neglected to put his hood up. Every now and then the man glanced at him as if he thought he might have recognized him before his attention snapped back to the druid and monk. Valas was tempted to tell Bilbo to steal whatever he needed while the merchant was preoccupied.

“Uncle Val!” he heard a familiar shriek and felt something – or rather someone – collide with him and refuse to let go. He looked down to find a twelve year old girl with wavy red hair tied up in pigtails. Though he hadn’t seen her in a few years and hadn’t expected her to recognize him, he knew instantly who she was.

Evanora.

She released him from her hug and his eyes darted around, searching the crowd for the face of her mother, Amelia. He didn’t see her which both relieved and concerned him. He didn’t think he could face her – the last time he’d seen her, she’d told him and Zintra to bring her husband back safely. However he also didn’t think Evanora should be out without her mother.

He knelt down in front of the little girl, not quite sure what to say. She looked up at his companions and gave a small wave with a big grin before her attention was back on him. Her grin wavered.

“Do you remember me?” her voice cracked, setting off alarms in his head. She was pure, innocent, a child. She didn’t deserve to be sad.

“Yes – Yes, of course I do!” he said quickly, watching with relief as a smile returned to her face. He swallowed down his emotions and tried to put on a smile of his own, cupping her face in his hands. “Look at how big you’ve grown! Why you’re practically an adult!”

She giggled at that. “Mommy lets me go grocery shopping by myself!”

He doubted that was true. Amelia was a protective mother, even though the city was fairly safe and most in it knew and were fond of the Crawford family. “Does she now? You must be so brave to walk these streets alone!”

She grinned and bounced up and down, her pigtails bouncing with her. “I am! I am!” It was clear she had her father’s energy. When she stopped bouncing, she looked at him as if searching for something. “Where have you been?”

He felt like she’d stabbed him with one of his own daggers. If only, he thought.

“I uh…” he tried to think of something, “I’ve um – I’ve been on a secret mission.”

She gasped. “A secret mission?!”

“Shhh, Evanora,” he gently hushed her, “It’s a secret.”

She made a big O with her mouth and quickly nodded her head.

“I’m actually still on it,” he explained. He didn’t like lying to her, but he thought lying was one of the things he did best.

“Why are you here?” she asked curiously.

He thought of that small toy and swung his backpack off his shoulder. “I’ve got a gift for you.” He reached in and gently took the dragon toy out, handing it to her.

She gasped and took it, grinning from ear to ear.

He smiled, genuinely and affectionately. “Now when you look at this,” he spoke up to get her attention again, “I want you to remember you daddy, okay?”

“My daddy?”

He nodded. “You see, your daddy and Auntie Eve, they were brave, brave heroes. The bravest this world will ever know! And your daddy – Why, he was a dragon slayer!”

Her eyes widened. “He was?”

Valas found himself mirroring her grin. “He was! I was attacked one time by this evil evil dragon, and your daddy saved my life!”

“Can I tell Mommy that story?” she asked eagerly.

He thought that it was only because she was young and distracted by her excitement that she didn’t ask him to come with her. “Of course!”

She threw her arms around him, and he found himself hugging her back and not quite wanting to let go. He didn’t want to leave her in the past again. But he had to let go. If he stayed, she would only get hurt. And she would hate him if she ever found out the truth. He stood up and watched her bounce off to find her mother.

He felt eyes on him and, unsurprisingly, found the others had been watching. He didn’t blame them. In their shoes, he probably would have watched too.

“She’s the daughter of someone I knew,” he explained without needing to be asked.

“A friend?” Rihiri asked. During their nights spent together, he had opened up to her a couple of times, though he’d kept majority of the details to himself.

“I don’t have friends,” he stated firmly, though he was fairly certain the look Sefhana gave him translated to bullshit. “Not… anymore.” He didn’t think he’d ever admitted that he’d once had friends before. At least not to anyone but Rihiri. He thought the silence that followed was awkward and uncomfortable. “You can ask what happened.” His own voice sounded demanding even to him, as if he wanted them to accuse him of what they didn’t know had happened.

Zaegar smiled softly at him – Valas thought he smiled too much, and on that note, flexed too much too, not that he would ever tell the monk to stop. He liked watching him smile and flex. “You’ll tell us when you’re ready.”

Valas pulled his gaze away. He wanted them to accuse him. Murderer. Monster. Traitor. He wanted those words screamed at him, spoken like the truth they were.

“He died,” he stated it, his voice cold yet shaking, the sorrow he’d never allowed himself to grieve threatening to shatter the ice he’d put between himself and his heart. “He died with his sister. They were murdered.”

“I’m sorry,” Bilbo spoke up before the others could, but it was clear that even Sefhana sympathized.

Valas found he couldn’t stop talking, speaking words he didn’t want to. “When we first met, I… I was on a quest to avenge them. I’ve sworn to kill the man who killed them.” Before any of them could offer to hunt someone down, he added, “It’s something that I must do. And eventually I’ll get the chance to. Until then, it doesn’t matter.”

“If we run into him, tell us and we can help,” Rihiri promised, and Valas looked away.

He didn’t have the heart to tell them they had already met that man.

“Thank you,” he said instead, “But I’ll kill him… When I’m strong enough, he’ll die.”

He didn’t have the heart to tell Rihiri that this was linked to the bandages she’d seen around his arms and wrists. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that this was linked to the scars and cuts she’d seen on his arms, wrists, waist, and thighs. He didn’t have the heart to tell any of them that he was talking about himself.

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Hey dear! I'm in love with your writing and would like to make a request :)

Could you write a little bit about the time when Reader and Snape are students and after an argument she accepts Sirius' invitation to go to the Yule Ball with him, as his friend didn't want to assume their relationship (which upset her). Like, what would his reaction be to seeing her enter the dance (being very beautiful) but next to Sirius?

If that's ok for you of course, have a nice day <3

On the Arm of the Enemy

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Student Snape x Student Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst (happy ending though!)

Word Count: 2,973

AN: This is my first time attempting to write Sirius! I did my best and I hope my writing does a good job of representing his character in a way that is true to cannon. I have to admit this fic took me longer than usual to write. I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for sending in the request! It really challenged me and I enjoyed writing it! :)

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Nestled into the chair at your favorite study table by the window in the Hogwarts library, you work on your defense against the dark arts essay due tomorrow. The sound of the rain lightly tapping on the glass along with the ambiance of the dreary day, helps you to be laser-focused on your task, so much so that you don’t notice your friend, Severus, as he sits down beside you. 

“What are you working on?” he asks, causing you to jump at the sound of his voice. He lets out a little chuckle under his breath at the sight of you flinching, “Didn’t mean to scare you, (Y/N).”

“It’s fine,” you say not looking up from your essay. “I’m just finishing up the defense against the dark arts essay that’s due tomorrow.” Your quill furiously moves across the parchment in your race to get it over with.

“Waiting until the last second, huh,” he tuts, poking gently at your side to tease you.

“Shut it, Sev,” you mummer, grabbing his arm and redirecting it away from you as you add the finishing touches to your essay. “There, all done!”

“Well if you're done, I’d love for you to accompany me elsewhere. I want to go somewhere with fewer people,” he replies, standing and throwing his bag over his shoulder as you follow his lead.

You soon find yourself trekking up the stairs to the astronomy tower, one of Severus’s favorite spots on campus. If you’re being honest with yourself, you enjoy it too, being that it is usually secluded and offers a great view of the lake and forbidden forest. 

Placing your bag on the ground you plod up to the banister and rest your elbows on it, propping your head up with your hands on your cheeks. Sighing, you take in the beautiful sight of the dark, swirling, gloomy clouds, the occasional low rumble of thunder, the flashes of lightning that light up the whole sky, and the light rainfall cascading over the campus.

Severus slowly walks up and joins you awkwardly, his hands gripping the banister so hard his knuckles turn white. He is deep in thought as he tries to muster up the courage to talk to you about the Yule Ball, failing to do so as you start to speak first.

“So,” you start, “Are you going to go to the Yule Ball?”

“I’m not one for dancing, or socializing at all for that matter,” Severus mumbles, his eyes not meeting yours.

“I know, Sev! Neither am I!” you laugh. After a few moments of silence, “We could just go together, you know,” you add with a shrug, trying to reveal your true feelings about him in a roundabout way.

Snape shakes his head in disagreement. Though he would like to go with you, he is too insecure and anxious to bring it up as he doesn’t know where your feelings about him lie. He’s only just starting to accept that he has a crush on you himself; he doesn’t want to rush things and possibly screw up everything. Who in their right mind would like someone like him? “I don’t think that’s a good idea, (Y/N). What if people think we are dating?”

Startled you push up off the railing and take a few steps back. “And… What would be so bad about that?” you question, gritting your teeth. “What is so wrong with me that you don’t want people thinking we are together? Half the school already thinks we are, Severus, and you know it!”

“Nothing is wrong with you, (Y/N)!” Sev pleads, his deep amber eyes wide and sorrowful. “I- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you! I- I- That’s not what I meant at all!” he stutters, finding it hard to express what he is feeling. 

“Fuck you, Sev! That was uncalled for. I just wanted to go with my friend to a stupid dance and maybe have some fun together. Forget it.” 

Turning around you grab your bag and take off down the stairway leaving Severus standing nervously playing with his hands and staring after you wondering how he can fix what just happened.

As the date of the Yule Ball approaches, you continue to avoid Severus and you decide you won’t even bother buying a dress; if Severus wouldn’t go with you to the ball surely no one else wants to either.

One afternoon as you are sitting on a bench in the courtyard alone working on some school work, none other than Mr. Popular, always a hit with the ladies, Sirius Black approaches you and takes a seat next to you. Kind of weirded out by his odd behavior, Sirius has never really approached you for a conversation before, you scoot away from him a little bit and return back to your work.

“Whatcha doing there, (Y/N)?” Sirius asks, scooting back closer to you and peering over your shoulder.

Rolling your eyes at his advances you are sure he uses on every woman in sight, “I’m working on some school work, shouldn’t you be doing the same?” you taunt.

“I probably should, but that’s no fun!”

“Oh so coming over here and annoying the shit out of me instead is fun,” you mumble.

“Yes, it is rather fun indeed!” he laughs, prodding you with his elbow, gaining a small chuckle out of you in return.

“I haven’t seen you hanging around Snivellus lately. You too have a fight and break up?” Sirius prods, clearly amused at the thought of Severus suffering from a breakup.

“We were never dating! But yes, we had a fight.” you reply shrugging your shoulders, “I’m sure it’ll blow over soon.”

“Are you going to the ball?” Sirius asks, tucking a loose strand of his black curly hair behind his ear. You could have sworn you saw a look of anxiety flicker through his eyes before they returned back to normal.

“Nope,” you say shaking your head, “No one has asked me and I don’t really want to go alone. Who are you going with?” you ask, expecting him to say the name of one of the popular girls who has been following him around like a lap dog all year.

“You,” he says with a smile, placing an arm over your shoulder “That is if you’ll go with me.”

“This is a joke right,” you say as you throw his arm off you and glance around the courtyard expecting his friends to be nearby waiting for your answer so they can pop out and humiliate you. You know all too well how Sirius and his friends have bullied Severus for years.

“It’s no joke, (Y/N). I’ve turned down lots of girls’ invitations because I wanted to ask you.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m the only girl you’ve asked, Sirius. Who turned you down for you to resort to asking me for a laugh?”

“No one turned me down, (Y/N). You are the only person I’ve asked.”

Staring at him for a moment you can tell that he is telling the truth. “Before I answer, just tell me why you asked me when you could have your pick of most of the girls in the school.”

“If you weren’t so stuck up Snivellus’s -” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“If you want me to consider your offer, you will call him by his name.”

“Fine,” Sirius huffs, “If you weren’t so stuck up Severus’s ass all the time, maybe you would have noticed that I’ve had my eye on you for a while.”

“Okay, but why wait until now that you thought me and Severus broke up to ask me to the dance? I know as much as you do that you loathe him.”

“As much as I hate to admit it,” Sirius whispers leaning closer to you, “I don’t actually go around purposefully breaking up relationships.” “So,” he continues, “Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Fine,” you sigh, “on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“I will go to the ball with you, if, and only if, you do not tell a soul who you are going with and I will do the same.”

“Deal,” he says with a smile. 

A week before the Yule Ball Severus approaches you nervously and apologizes yet again. You really miss hanging out with your friend so you accept his apology. However, things suddenly take an unexpected turn. 

“(Y/N) I’ve been thinking about what you said and I agree that going to the ball with my friend could, perhaps, be fun. Would you go to the ball with me?” Severus asks shyly. 

“I’m sorry Sev, I’ve already got a date,” you reply, feeling awful because you know you only accepted Sirius’s invitation to make him jealous.

“W-Who is it?” he stutters.

“We both promised we wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m sorry Sev. You’ll have to come to the ball if you want to know,” you reply, noticing the hurt in his eyes that you won’t tell him but he doesn’t prod any further.

“Oh, okay then. I hope you have fun,” Severus says in a low voice, before leaving you standing in the hallway alone. 

Severus doesn’t attempt to speak to you again after that encounter. You thought the fight you too had would have ended by now and you would be back to your late-night shenanigans of roaming the castle together but it seems that is not the case. You had tried to talk to him about it but he kept brushing you off and then evacuated. 

Tonight you try not to think about him and instead focus on the Yule Ball. Some other girls in your dormitory helped you to do your hair and makeup and as you stepped into your dress, you felt like a princess. 

You are shocked at your appearance when you look at yourself in the mirror. The floor-length ball gown you picked out is in your favorite color and it hugs all of your curves in the most flattering way. Your hair is perfectly tucked into place and falls down in ringlet curls. Twirling in front of the mirror a few times you can’t help but smile. 

Taking a deep breath you step out of your dorm's common room to meet up with Sirius but to your surprise, he is standing there waiting on you. As his eyes meet yours, they light up and a huge, possessive smile appears on his face. 

Sirius is dressed in elegant black dress robes and new shiny dress shoes, which you know from their appearance, were not cheap. His curly, black, shoulder-length hair, is neat and tidy. As much as you hate yourself for it, you can’t help but think that he looks really handsome.

“You look… absolutely breathtaking,” he says as a slight blush settles across his cheeks as he holds out his arm for you.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you chuckle back in response, linking your arms together.

Though your night is off to a great start, Severus’s couldn’t be going any worse, or so he thought. As he slips into his old, worn-out, and second-hand dress robes and takes a look at his skinny and frail frame in the mirror all he can see is a boy with scuffed-up shoes, rags for robes, and greasy unkempt hair. He feels especially self-conscious tonight; he feels like a nobody, someone whose existence doesn’t matter. He knows that whoever you are going to the dance with, will come dressed and pampered way better than he ever could. He believes that he never stood a chance with you anyways, no one would fall for someone like him.

Shaking off the nerves he attempts to smooth down his robes one last time and with shaking hands he steps out of his dorm room and quickly darts down to the Great Hall. He wants to be one of the first people there so he doesn’t get stared at when he enters and he can quietly slip away after finding out who your date is.

He quickly finds a vacant seat and slumps down into it attempting to hide from prying eyes. He doesn’t want to be there, he would much rather be anywhere else, but he has to see who you thought was worthy enough to be your date. As the minute's tick by, he can’t stop bouncing his leg or running his hands through his hair. Just as he is about to call it a night and head back to his dorm, he sees you walk in.

You look so breathtaking, so beautiful, and elegant in your floor-length ballgown that he can’t help it when his mouth drops open in a gasp. His eyes are so focused on you that it takes him a moment to register who is with you. To his surprise, you are on the arm of his enemy, Sirius Black.

Severus balls his hands into clenched fists at the sight and he begins seeing red. Before he can stop himself, he finds himself face to face with Black himself. “What are you doing here with her?” he challenges with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes. 

“My my if it isn’t Snivellus himself! What are you doing here at all? I never figured you were one to come to a dance,” Sirius taunts back. 

“Both of you stop it! This is childish!” you shout, unlocking your arm from Sirius and stepping back to stand between him and Severus. 

At this point, the whispering among the other students has started. You can hear some of them expressing their shock that Sirius brought you to the dance and also those taking bets on who will win the girl with the stand-off going down between Sirius and Severus. Your face is flushed in embarrassment at all the attention their scene is causing, at least you can tell that your plan to make Severus jealous has worked. Though, you had hoped it wouldn’t cause so much drama in the process.

“Sirius, be a dear and go fetch us some drinks and get us a spot at a table. I want to have a chat with Severus,” you say, trying to de-escalate the situation.

“No, I don’t think so, (Y/N). I think Severus and I should handle this like men with a duel. The winner, which will of course be me, gets the girl. What do you say to my proposal Snivellus?” Sirius sneers.

“Don’t be ridiculous Sirius! Let me handle this!” you scoff back at him as you push him away and towards the drink table. He glances over his shoulder at you with a look of disgust as you approach Severus who is standing locked in place, his face full of a mixture of shock and rage.

When you are sure Sirius isn’t looking at you two anymore, “Let’s get out of here,” you say grabbing Severus’s hand and tugging him along with you out of the Great Hall and into a nearby empty classroom.

“What was all that?” Severus asks in a confused voice as you shut the door behind you and light the torches on the wall with a flick of your wand.

“I should never have even considered that jerk's invitation to the dance!” you reply, waving your hands around in frustration.

“Why did you accept it when you knew he has done nothing but bully me for years, (Y/N)?” Severus pleads, his voice catching in his throat for a bit as he holds back a sob.

Sighing you tell Severus that you were angry with him and you accepted Sirius’s invitation out of spite in the heat of the moment to get back at him and to make him jealous.

Tilting his head and widening his eyes, “Why would you want to make me jealous, (Y/N)?” Severus asks.

“Because,” you mumble, “I - I like you, Sev.” As the confession you have been holding back for some time now escapes your lips, you feel a hot blush start to settle across your cheeks and your hands get all clammy. Quickly turning away from Severus, you try to hide your face from his view.

“(Y/N),” he starts, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder to turn you around to look at him, “I like you too. I just didn’t know if you felt the same way and I didn’t want to mess up our friendship.”

As those words fall from his lips, you let out a gasp, and tears of relief start falling down your face. Severus reaches a hand up to wipe your tears away and then embraces you into a warm and gentle hug.

“Do you want to go back to the dance?” he asks after several moments while pulling back from the hug. He is unsure if you want to or not, though he knows he definitely doesn’t want to go back, he is willing to do so if that’s what you want. 

“No, I don’t want to go back and cause another scene when people realize I ditched Sirius,” you say shaking your head.

Severus takes several moments of deep thought and he glances around the classroom. To his delight, he notices an old record player in the corner along with some records. He selects one and turns it on. The soft and slow music starts playing and he smiles to himself as he walks back over to you. With a flick of his wand, he moves all the desks, chairs, and tables and makes them stack themselves neatly in the corners of the room and out of the way.

“Would you care to dance?” he asks holding his hand out to you, his deep brown eyes reflecting the fire from the lit torches on the wall.

“Yes, I would,” you say, smiling as you take his hand.

[slut4buckysarm]

hey bestie! for your Christmas fics can i request bestfirend!chris evans smut? You don't have to do this part but the use of vibrators and prompt: “Let me help you out.” would be great. THANK YOU!!

ofc!! (I CHANGED IT UP A BIT AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CHRISTMAS BUT OH WELL)

CHRISTMAS FIC REQUEST RULES HERE

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Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT (vibrator, EXHIBITION (like EVERYONES looking) fingering, f orgasm) language.

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I feel my clit throb for the 100th time this night and I bite my bottom lip to stop the moan in my throat from escaping. The bartender passes me a cosmo and I feel the buzzing speed up, right as I am about to grab it.

"Chris!" I yell, slamming my hand on the bar table.

“What?” he mutters, with a smile.

Anthony jumps, shocked. “Woah, you good?" he questions while picking up his fallen shot glass.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What about you Chris?".

"I'm good. Just in need of some tension release." He smirks while looking me in my eyes.

"Alright well, I'm out" Anthony gives us a smile and walks out the door.

Chris then leans in closer to me and I place my hands on his shoulders and push him back. "Stop".

"Can't".

“Why not?” I half shriek, feeling a wave of pleasure run through my body once again.

“Because we made a bet” he replies, waving the remote in my face. “And you lost”.

I take a sip of my drink and then pop the cherry into my mouth. "You really thought I would strip naked and jump into the pool?". Chris nods his head. "Ok. I'm going back to my room and taking this off. We have an early morning on set tomorrow".

I get up from my stool and start walking towards the elevators, Chris right behind me. As I'm about to exit the common area I feel it again. The strongest beam of electricity courses through my cunt and lower abdomen. "Fuck!!" I moan, turning around to grip Chris' color for some balance. The whole room turns their heads to face us and I bury my face in his chest, a habit I picked up for some comfort.

"You alright?" he chuckles.

"What the hell Chris?! Everyone's staring".

Chris lowers his head to meet my ears and his plump lips touch my skin. "So let's give em' a show".

He moves back and my Y/E/C eyes can't seem to lose contact with his ocean blue ones.

"I want you".

"We're in a club, Chris. There are people".

"I. Want. You".

His commanding tone has my hands running over his chest and the side of his face. The room is dead silent and my heart is pounding outside of my chest.

Chris wraps one hand around my waist and the other behind my neck. He then looks down to my lips and then my eyes again.

"God, just kiss-" I don't get to finish my sentence before his lips press onto mines. His teeth catch my bottom lip causing me to moan in his mouth.

Chris slides his hand down to my back and grabs my ass. I let out a nervous chuckle and step back.

"Chris, everyone's looking" I mumble.

"Yeah. Cause' you're hot as fuck." he says grabbing my waist. "Act like they're not there, darling".

Act like they're not there. And just as he says that a sudden boost of confidence makes its way out my depths.

I sit back on the couch behind me and roll up my dress, waiting for some type of contact. I nod my head and Chris makes his way to me. He hovers over me and moves my panties to the side. Chris slips his cold fingers into my wet, warm slick. The circles his thumb rub on my clit send pleasure all over my body and I shiver at the sensation.

"Chris" I mumble under my breath.

"That's it sweetheart. You're doing so well for me".

I buck my hips to alert him to add more pressure and he does. Chris grabs the bottom of my chin with his free hand and places sloppy kisses along my jaw. He then inserts his index and middle finger into me and I clench. Hard.

I moan with every touch to my g-spot.

"Shit Chris"!

"Yeah, you like that don't you? Like all the eyes on you"?

All I can manage to do is nod my head and arch my back. Chris moves his hand to the back of my head and pulls my hair back causing just enough pain. Just enough for it to turn into satisfaction.

Feeling myself close to my release, my toes curl.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop 'm so close".

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna stop until everyone sees you come all over my fingers baby" Chris smirks on my neck.

I feel the knot in my stomach grow tighter and Chris knows how close I am and rubs faster.

"Chris! Fuck right there!!" I scream shutting my eyes.

"Louder sweetheart. Let the whole room know who you belong to".

A few more pumps and I release, yelling Chris' name.

He pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean with a smug grin knowing that I'm all his.

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Milestone Celebration Part Five: More Than Ever

Deleted scenes from More Than Ever

Summary of Original Fic: Sy made a promise to his best friend, your husband, to look after you and his son when he died. One night, Sy takes things too far making a drunken pass at you just before his last deployment and it threatens to derail your relationship. Sy sees you again for the first time since that night at a New Year’s Eve party.

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Snippet Pairings: (Snippet One Walter Marshall x Female Reader), (Snippet Two and Three: Captain Syverson x Female Reader)

Word Count: Approx. 1k

Warnings: fluff, angst

Authors Note: These snippets will be presented pretty much as I left them, incomplete and unedited. I’m bloody nervous about posting these, I guess because they are so unpolished, so please be gentle with me!

This story had a strange path. It was a combination of two ideas, an ask that I had tried to write several times and a New Years Kiss story for @cavillsthighs Cavillmas celebration. Snippet One was my original idea for New Years Kiss and was going to be about Walter (wtf? Ikr) and Snippets Two and Three are my original attempts at answering the ask.

Thanks to @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed for being beta's on the original fic

This is my last lot of Snippets. Tomorrow I plan to post a new fic that I had in my WIP. Its not finished and I normally wouldn't post it as is, but hopefully some of you will enjoy it. Fair warning... it's a little different from my usual fics.

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Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: More Than Ever

Snippet One: Original New Year’s Kiss version with Walter

A drink is placed in front of you. You pull out an earbud and look up at Evans. The sound of Dying Fetus was louder than you anticipated, but you had to have your music up loud to drown out the sounds of the New Year's Eve celebrations.

Evans raises an eyebrow at your choice of music, then shakes his head. “Take a break,” he says, resting his ass on your desk. “It’s nearly midnight.”

You glance at your partner’s office, well boss really, but you are supposed to be working this case together. However, he is the senior Detective, and this case feels like it’s his and you’re just along for the ride because his boss said so. And to do the grunt work. Marshall has the blinds closed and you can’t see what he’s doing, but if he catches you distracted by Evans there will be hell to pay.

“I better not,” you say regretfully. “Marshall will have my hide if I don’t go over these statements again.”

“Go on, have a drink with us.” Evans insists, smiling. “Half an hour won’t make a difference. Or take your lunch break.” He smirks and adds with a lilt to his voice, “We have pizza.”

“Ok, fuck it.” You stand up and take out the other earbud and pick up the drink.

As if he has a sixth sense, Marshall sticks his head out the door and his eyes go directly to the cup in your hands. He looks from the cup, to Evans, to you and back to the cup and frowns, raising an eyebrow. He jerks his head, the gesture calling you into his office.

Evans looks at you, with an apologetic shrug he takes the drink out of your hands and goes back to the party. Sighing, you pick up the statements and make your way into Detective Grumpypant’s office.

“Sit,” Marshall says.

Snippet Two: Ask version with Sy POV

When you’re lonely, Sy decided, seeing the gentle touch of two people in love is as gut wrenching as watching an act of violence. Both cut deeply into your soul, make you question yourself, make you wonder what it’s all for.

It wasn’t so much jealousy that Sy felt, he wouldn’t deny his men love to make himself feel better. No, he wasn’t jealous, but he was covetous. There was a longing in him, a yearning he could deny when busy on tour but couldn’t be shoved aside on his return home. He had to though, before he could even contemplate self pity, he had to go see her. And as lonely as he felt in that moment, he knew it wouldn’t compare to the pain she feels every day.

Snippet Three: Ask version with Sy POV

The doorbell rang just as you sat in your feeding chair. You look at Edith, her poor little mouth was opening and closing, her head turning towards your breasts as she searched for food. No doubt she could smell your milk and the scent was making her frantic.

“Momma should get that,” you tell her. You run your finger down her nose, you love her nose. It is so little, but already looks just like Sean’s. “You wanna come with?” Letting out a groan like an old man, you get up and go to the door.

For a moment you’re too stunned to speak, the man in front of you, you never thought you would see him again. For half a second, you feel a spark of joy, your eyes fall over his fatigues and your mind floods with memories. You look at Edith, that’s what your Daddy used to look like when he’d come home to me.

He takes off his beret and holds it in his hands. “Hey, Darlin’,” he says with a large genuine grin.

The sound of his familiar voice pulled you back to reality. “Sy. Sorry, I was…” you don’t get to finish, Edith starts crying.

“I’m interruptin’ ain’t I?”

“No,” you say. You unlock the screen door and hold it open. “I was just about to feed her, that’s all. She’s hungry.”

“I can come back another time.”

“No, you come in.” You move aside and let Sy in before making your way back to the chair.

“Want a drink or something?” you ask before you sit.

“Im fine,” Sy says, following you inside.

“Close the door for me, would you?”

You sit in the chair, hushing Edith. You look at Sy who awkwardly stands in the doorway. “Sit down Sy. You act like you’ve never been here before.” Sy nods, a slightly sheepish look crosses his face before he sits on the single seat across from you. “When did you get back?” you ask.

“Uh, this mornin’,” Sy says.

You glance at him in surprise. He came to see you before his family. Unsure how you feel about that, you direct your attention back to Edith. You lift your shirt a little and unclip your feeding bra.

“Sure, you don’t want me to come back?” Sy asks. You notice he’s looking everywhere but at you. Right, tits. After six weeks of constant feeding and walking around with your tits out half the day, you kind of forgot about modesty.

“It’s fine,” you assure him. “Edith takes half an hour to feed, it’ll be nice to have some company instead of watching mindless television.” She was attached now, she was a good feeder really, and usually slept well for an hour or two after a feed.

“Edith, huh?” Sy asks, a slight blush appears on his cheeks. “That’s nice.”

“Sean picked it,” you tell him. “I hated it at first, but it grew on me.”

You start to rock the chair, you like the gentle motion as much as Edith does. It's soothing and right now you need that comfort, because you won't be able to stop yourself from asking the question that was seared into your brain from the day those two officers showed up at your door three months ago.

“Do you know any more about what happened than what they told me?” You stare at Sy.

[lordabovehelpme]

Grounded- Javier Peña x Reader

Summary: After a long tiring day at work, Javier comes back home to you. 

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You can hear the door open and close as you stir from your sleep. A deep long sigh echoes through the apartment and you can hear various clothing fall onto the floor.

Peeking one eye open, the harsh red numbers of 3:23 stare back at you. The blanket lifts and a strong body slides in next to yours. Warm hands instantly wrap around you and pull you as close as they can. Like the last piece to a puzzle, your back fits against his chest. Your hand moves to rest over his and idly scratch the golden skin.

“Javi?” Your eyes stay closed as his name falls from your lips.

A kiss is pressed to the back of your head. “Hermosa…”

His voice breaks, overfilled with sadness. His arms squeeze you and once again that deep sigh graces the world. The tone he holds is something you’ve only heard a few times.

“I just need to hold you.”

And so he does.

The harsh smell of smoke from too many cigarettes lingers on his skin. It floods and mixes with the whiskey on his breath. It’s the scent that you’ve come to love. To crave. To need.

Slowly, you turn around in his arms to face him, bringing your hand to reach up and scratch at his scalp. He groans and his hands flex on your back.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

His eyes peel open and stare down at you, sadness swirling and yet they soften at the sight of you. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin.

“Tomorrow.”

You pull him into a firm hug and mutter, “ok.”

The two of you stay like that for a while, him just holding you and you rubbing various muscles of his. A frown works its way onto your face when you feel how tight his back is. He nearly whines when you dig particularly hard into one of the many knots.

“Baby… this can’t feel good.”

A small chuckle falls from his lips. “It doesn’t.”

Your frown only deepens and you can feel your eyebrows furrow. But then an idea strikes you and you feel like the brightest person in the world. “How about a bath?”

He considers this for a great amount of time, or he could just be ignoring you.

“You can sit in the warm water and I’ll rub your back and give you all the head scratches you could ever dream of.”

“Aren’t you tired? I woke you up.”

“I won’t sleep knowing you’re in pain. Come on, it’ll be nice.”

He sighs and allows you to pull him from the security of the comforter. You gleam when he sits on the toilet lid and starts to slowly take his clothes off. Reaching over, you turn the hot water on and raid the cabinets for the nice smelling oils he bought you.

His stare is heavy on your butt as you bend down to reach the back of the cabinet. You know exactly what will cheer him up a little. With a hidden smile, you wiggle your hips in a hopefully enticing way.

Slap!

You nearly hit your head on the wood as your behind screams out in agony. A gasp leaves your lips as you jump.

But a warm chuckle floods the bathroom and it almost makes the string go away. Almost.

Finally when you find the vial of lavender and camomile oil, you lean back and send a jokingly glare his way.

He only shrugs, his way of telling you that you were asking for it. But you’re rather distracted by his now naked tummy. So you lean forward and press a kiss to it. He looks down at you with an eyebrow raised.

Before he can make a vulgar comment, you turn the water off and add the oil. “Okay, it’s ready. Get in please.”

He rises from the toilet lid, slides his jeans down, you’re no longer surprised at the lack of underwear, and a large golden foot lifts up and sinks into the warm water. Then, the rest of his body follows.

He lets out a groan and his back falls against the edge of the tub. You can’t help but to kiss him. It’s as if he’s got you under a spell, because you can never go too long without pressing your lips against his own.

Your hands find the bar of soap you usually use, and lather it up in your hands. Then you start to work out the muscles in his shoulders. His head falls back and he groans for what seems the millionth time.

A smile breaks onto your face as you notice him starting to relax. His shoulders drop, his jaw unclenches, and his eyebrows fall to their natural state.

As your fingers dig into his overworked muscles, your eyes trail over his face, admiring his beauty. From the scruff on his chin to the faint lines in his forehead, you love it all.

“Hermosa, I can feel your eyes on me.”

“Mmm, is that a sin?”

His eyelashes flutter and his eyes open. “No, but you should get in with me.”

Weighing the pros and cons, you can’t deny how good it would feel to cuddle up to him under the water. “Alright.” You rinse your hands in the water before peeling your shirt and underwear off.

He happily offers you a hand as you bring one foot up to step into the tub. You take his hand and marvel at how small yours look in his grasp.

A content sigh falls from your lips as the water envelops your torso. His legs encompass your own as you lean back against his chest. Hands find purchase at your stomach and you place your own over them.

You can’t help but lean your head back, perfectly slotted on his shoulder and tilted just enough where you breathe in the strong scent of his neck. Your eyes fall closed and it’s now that 3:23 has started to catch up to you.

His hands start to stroke up and down your thigh, soothing you even further.

“Wait,” You sit up and rub your eyes, “I’ll fall asleep.”

He just smiles as he pulls you back against his chest, his strong hand resuming it’s pattern. “It’s okay, I’ll be fine. Just as long as you are here.”

You meant to nod, you meant to continue talking, you truly did. But the heat from the water, the heat from his body against yours, and his soft touch has you drifting off.

His heart swells with love as he holds your sleeping form. He knows you’re going to yell at him later for not waking you up so you can comfort him, but if only he was able to tell you how much you naturally do. How even a picture of you can bring him so much happiness and joy.

You don’t know it, but tucked away in his wallet is a small polaroid of you. Your eyes squint in the sun as you offer him a wide smile. He carries that polaroid everywhere. Only leaving it when he has to go undercover. But whenever the paperwork seems to pile too high, or his mind seems to shut off, he’ll pull that photo out and just hold it.

It calms him more than any cigarette or any glass of whiskey could ever imagine. It grounds him.

You ground him.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head and faint smiles at your rhythmic breathing. Slowly, he moves you and rises from the water, carefully laying you to rest in his spot. Two fluffy towels rest on the counter and he happily claims one and dries himself.

Then he picks you up and wraps you up all snug. Kicking the drain, he flips the light off and walks the two of you to the bed.

He makes sure you’re all nice and snug before climbing in next to you. His strong arms wrap around you and once again pull you into his hold.

“Te amo hermosa. Te amo mucho mi corazón.”

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So yeah, I hope you all liked it! This is my first Javi fic, so if it sucked, feel free to reach out and go “Hey Lordy, that sucked, write better.” I will completely understand! 

Please consider reblogging or leaving a comment. I literally love what you all have to say. It makes my day. 

Love, Lordy :) 

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So with the taglist, I just added y’all who are currently on my mando one. But if Javi isn’t your person please reach out and I won’t tag you in the future. 

Now, If you want to be added to my taglist, just give me a holler and I’ll happily do it! 

[wiypt-writes]

Leave No One Behind

Chapter 16: Endings Beginnings

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: Ari and Hannah settle into life back home, but it isn’t all as smooth as they’d have hoped…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairings:  Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

Word Count- 4.5k

A/N: It was recently brought to our attention that in a few other chapters there have been a couple of things that Ari has said/done that are not technically accurate for someone of Jewish heritage. First up, it was reference to Ari observing a ‘Sunday Roast’ when he visited Mama Navon. We just wanted to remind people that Hannah is of Catholic Christian and Jewish heritage (Spanish Catholic Mother, American Jewish Father) and her and Sammy’s upbringing has always been a combination of the two. So, when Ari visited Mama Navon when he was home from Sudan, clearly this was her tradition he was observing. Secondly, in another chapter Ari was praying to the ‘God and the Saints’. Of course, Judaism does not have saints, so there’s a slip up on our part with that one. As with the third point, when we described Ari rushing Sarah to the alter. He would have rushed her to the hoopa.

Regarding all of the above, we would hasten to add, that Ari grew up in the USA, leaving when he was 18. From what little we learn of him in the film, we know was taken by a British Soldier, who married an American Nurse. From the way he talks about it, we don’t get the impression his ‘adoptive’ parents were Jewish, so that alludes us to suspect he had a largely Christian upbringing, whilst clearly  being aware of his heritage. Therefore, we don’t think it is beyond the realms of possibility that he would pick up the odd little thing such as the above three points.  

That aside, we hope the above didn’t distract anyone else from the narrative as it did the reader who brought it to our attention.

Now, just a personal plea from myself in general. Myself and Storm do this for free, and not being a person who pays much attention to religion at all (that’s another debate in itself) it is for this reason I was VERY nervous about continuing this storyline beyond the plot of the film. We certainly don’t have the time, nor brain capacity to be researching things into any kind of huge depth. It’s why most of my story lines centre along similar types of things that I have a good background in. This fic was never supposed to focus on the ins and outs of a particular race of people, just the lives of two dumbasses in love. As all writers on here, we do this for free, and the moment it becomes hard work or unenjoyable, we won’t be continuing. So any other little slip ups, please, unless they’re offensive, give us a little leeway and put it down to Ari being exceptionally Westernised as pointed out above.

Sorry if this comes across as being a little harsh, but this has been playing on my mind a lot over the past few days, to the point I was seriously considering if we ended the fic where it currently stood. That said, I think we have a lot left to tell of Hannah and Ari’s story so, I’ll shut up now and let you read it…if you want that is.

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Part 15

“You haven’t forgotten tomorrow?” Hannah heard her mother ask, as the woman stood up from the table while holding the teacup and saucer to place them in the sink. “You do remember you have to pick Sammy up from the airport tomorrow afternoon, right?”

 Hannah rolled her eyes at her mother’s back. “No, I haven’t forgotten,” she sighed as she played with the crumbles of the pastry she had been nibbling on, “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got anything else going on, is it? Seeing as Ari is with Maya and according to Sarah’s stupid rules I can’t be there with them…”

 At that, Maria Navon turned, giving her daughter a sympathetic look and Hannah snorted in anger.

 It had been four months since they arrived back in Tel Aviv, and Hannah had to concede that for the first few weeks it was fine. She and Ari settled nicely in the apartment Mossad rented in Ari’s name once all the paperwork following the end of the mission had been sorted. Ari had asked Isaacs for an upgrade of his living quarters, given he was now having Maya over to stay every other weekend, plus numerous nights of the week. Not to mention the fact Hannah was moving with him. When Isaacs had asked Ari to put a justification forward, he had simply shrugged, “I fucking earned it, Isaacs.”

 So he got it. Just like he usually got what he wanted, one way or another.

 Hannah was back working at the clinic. Her hands and the experience she had acquired while in Africa were needed more than ever now that it was only her mother and her to run it, although how long it was before her mom decided to retire fully was anyone’s guess. It had been a couple of busy months, what with interviewing for new nurses and locum staff, but Hannah would be lying if she denied having enjoyed every minute of it. She might have Mossad secret agent skills, obviously passed down by her father, but she was a doctor at heart. And that hadn’t changed in the two years she had been away.

 The team had split up within a month of arrival back in Tel Aviv.  Ari and Max had been working to help the refugees. Many of them had simply melted away post their arrival, still not trusting the mysterious white men who had come to their aid. However, some had stuck round; being housed temporarily in hostels, and was those who Ari and Max were tirelessly working for. They focussed their efforts on obtaining them permanent, legal status along with finding them better places to live and jobs of sorts to help them fit in their new reality. 

 Jake had headed back overseas to continue work as a diving instructor, this time in Jamaica, whilst Sammy had been in the States with Rachel for almost two and a half months now, and was, as Maria just reminded Hannah, due back the following day. Hannah suspected, however, not for long, fully expecting him to move there permanently to be with Rachel.

“Sammy is lucky, you know? He has none of this shit with Rachel’s ex.” Hannah grumbled, “Sarah is just being a pain in the ass. And I know for a fact it’s because we told her we got engaged. She was fine with me being there when Maya was until that point.” Hannah finished her rant as she placed her teacup and saucer on her mother’s extended hand. 

“You can’t be sure about that, sweetheart. Maybe there’s something else."

“No, she’s being a bitch.” Hannah quickly stopped her mother’s attempts at justifying Sarah’s behaviour. “She seems perfectly fine with us having dinner during the week and going out and stuff but won’t let Maya stay when I’m there on a weekend, basically just preventing us from spending those days together, for no reason other than she’s bitter.”

Maria Navon sighed. She knew where her daughter was coming from but, being the gentle and caring woman she was, she couldn’t help but try to put herself in the other woman’s shoes. She saw Hannah bite her lip and twirl her engagement ring round her finger, a rounded blue sapphire as deep as the ocean set against a halo of smaller white diamonds on a white gold band, before she spoke again.

 “I wouldn’t mind mama but they’ve been legally separated for years! The terms of their divorce are basically already been agreed. All they need to do is sign the damned papers but recently, well, Ari seems afraid to even raise the issue in case Sarah starts making it all awkward again and stops him seeing Munch.”

“Hey, sweetheart. Listen to me.” Hannah’s mother caught her attention as she pulled out a chair to sit next to her. “Everything is going to be ok, she’ll sign eventually. She knows there isn’t anything she can do about it, she’s just grieving.”

 Hannah’s brow creased at her mother’s choice of words. “Grieving for what? She left him, years ago!”

“She left him because she couldn’t cope with his lifestyle anymore, and he wasn’t winning any awards for being husband of the year, Han. That doesn’t mean she didn’t love him,” Maria woman spoke softly as if to appease her daughter’s raging tone.

“So, basically, I’m just stuck here waiting until she gets her head out of her ass?” 

“Have a little patience, honey. You two have waited over a decade, one way or another, to be together. You sure can wait a few weeks more.” Maria smiled as she reached out for Hannah’s hands who were fiddling with a teaspoon. 

“That’s the thing, Mama.” Hannah sighed as she looked up to meet her mom’s eyes. “I don’t think it’s just going to be weeks.”

“You don’t?” The woman frowned. “Well maybe she’s more stubborn than I thought.”

Hannah shook her head and then noticed her mother’s features had suddenly softened into a smile and she was looking straight over her shoulder. Hannah turned to see Ethan walking into the kitchen in his signature crisp work suit.

“Hi Ethan,” Hannah smiled at him and then looked up at the clock over the fridge before standing up and shrugging. “I should go. Spend the night with my fiancée before I’m banished back to my childhood home for the weekend like a love sick teenager.”

As she left the kitchen dramatically, she heard Ethan ask Maria. “That bad?”

“She’s pissed off,” Hannah heard her mom whisper back, “can’t say I blame her but she needs to make an attempt to see this from the other side, so to speak.”

With an angry growl, Hannah slammed the door and set off walking back to their apartment, in even more of  bad mood than she’d been in when she arrived at her mother’s. 

 Why was anyone treating her like she was the spoiled brat?

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Ari was getting ready for Hannah’s arrival. He had been cooking, or sort of, making an attempt at dinner for a while and was now setting the table for two. He wanted to make tonight special as he knew this week was going to be the third weekend out of six that he and Hannah would be apart thanks to Sarah and her fucking rules. 

He was finding it hard himself. He’d gotten used to sleeping besides his Firefly since they had got together in Sudan, especially at night. But he knew Hannah was finding it harder. He was sacrificing their time together so that he could spend his allotted weekends with his daughter, which lessened the blow a little, but Hannah was basically being banned from living her life as it was for two days every two weeks, and that make his heart ache. 

And the worst bit about it all, was that he had seen it coming a mile off, and had been powerless to prevent it.

It was a bright Friday morning when they told Maya about their engagement. The previous evening Ari had proposed to Hannah for a second time after buying her a lavish ring. Thus, they had decided to take Maya for a walk and ice cream to break the news to her.  The little girl had been over the moon with the idea of her dad and Hannah getting married, which hadn’t surprised Ari seeing as his daughter had been all over his fiancé ever since they had met at Mossad headquarters the morning they had arrived home.

Now, as he approached Sarah’s apartment to take Maya back, he was about to tell his ex-wife and he was not particularly looking forward to it. But, he was being cautiously optimistic. Sarah had, after all, been amendable since they’d gotten home and seemed okay with Hannah being a part of Maya’s life.

Still, he felt his stomach churn as Maya walked up the apartment they had all shared once upon a time, and rang the doorbell.  No sooner had Sarah opened the door, Maya bounced in blurting the news out without hesitation.

 “Mom, guess what? Dad and Han are getting married! He asked her yesterday and she said yes!”

Ari groaned internally to himself, “Sarah, I didn’t ask her last night,” he smiled bashfully as he explained himself, “and I certainly didn’t do it in front of Maya.”

Sarah shook her head and brushed it off.  “Don’t worry, Ari and … erm, congratulations, I guess.”

“Erm… thanks.” Ari blinked. “I just thought you should hear it from me first… even if you technically did hear it from Munch.”

Despite the civil exchange, Ari could tell that Sarah was hating she didn’t have time nor the privacy to digest the news, and that wasn’t what he’d planned at all. He’d wanted to tell her, quickly, and leave, but Maya had put paid to his plans. Ari could feel coldness of his estranged wife’s stare, along with the tell-tale faint twitch of her nose and upper lip. He knew Sarah well and he, also knew how she deep down felt about him and Hannah. 

“She seemed cool about it but I know her, Han. Too cool for Sarah.” Ari told Hannah that night over dinner. “I can’t help feeling this is going to be bad…”

For once, Ari wished to God he’d been proven wrong. But, Sarah ended up doing what he feared, reverting back to being petty and petulant. She called him the next day to announce from that moment on, when Maya stayed with him, be it during the week or on her agreed weekends, Hannah wasn’t to be there overnight because, as Sarah had put it, it wasn’t appropriate for Maya to be around when they were… well, “up to stuff.

Hannah went ballistic, telling Ari his estranged wife was being ridiculous and she could go to hell, but Ari knew Sarah well enough to know she needed to get this out of her system. He tried his best to explain to Hannah that until she did, there was nothing he could do but roll with it, certainly for the time being. Making Sarah angry would not only risk her going back on terms of the divorce they’d set out in their separation degree, but also, he feared, make her get pissy about him seeing Maya. And that simply wasn’t something he was prepared to risk. He’d already missed too much of Maya over the years, admittedly through his own fault, but he didn’t want to miss a single second more than he had to.

Just as Ari was turning down the heat under their dinner, Simon’s ears pricked up and a second later Hannah’s key was heard in the door. Air smiled at the dog, who let out an excited whine, and leaned to give him a scratch behind his ears.

“Mama’s home, buddy.”

The pooch looked up at his master almost like he was pondering his words and Ari scoffed. 

Yeah, home. Bar the weekends when she’s banished to her mother's…

 Simon trotted off and soon after Ari heard Hannah greeting him. A moment later she walked into the living area and gave him a tired, but genuine smile. 

“Hey Lobo.”

 Ari beamed at his fiancé as he walked to meet her and without warning, he grabbed her face with both hands and stamped his lips on her plump ones, kissing the hell out of her. Hannah moaned in surprise but melted into his hold, her hands instantly reaching for Ari’s bearded cheeks.

“Hey Firefly.” He whispered when he broke the kiss.

She smiled at him as her hands travelled upwards and tangled in his hair. “Something smells good.”

“Thanks, I just showered.” Ari drawled, a cheeky smile on his face.

“I meant the food, you ass.” Hannah laughed as one of her hands slapped Ari shoulder, but his grin never faded.

“I’m a whole meal, honey.” He continued, playfully. Hannah rolled her eyes and stepped back. “But yeah, I’ve been cooking or rather mixing things in pots and pans.”

“Hmmm should I be worried?” She shrugged off the light jacket she was wearing to shield her from the summer showers.

“Well, Simon tasted everything and he’s still breathing.”

“Simon used to eat jellyfish, Ari. That’s not a bar to measure your cooking with.”

“Hey, I tried, okay? Give me some credit. I’ve never cooked for a woman before.” He grabbed her hips and pressed her to his body, one of his big hands splaying over her back.

At that Hannah smiled at him lovingly. He was right. She suspected he had never cooked for Sarah and he certainly hadn’t cooked for her, not once. Never in the brief amount of time they had been secretly dating, and at the resort it had been Chef Aziz's job to cook for everyone.

“I’m honoured, and I’m sure it’ll be great. Give me five to go wash up okay?”

“Sure, babe. I’ll plate the food and open the wine.” He winked at her and Hannah stood on her toes and gave him another quick peck before she headed into the bedroom, Simon following her.

True to his word Ari had done a pretty good job and thirty minutes later they were both sat at the table after having enjoyed a dammed passable and tasty attempt at a beef stroganoff on Ari’s part that left Hannah pleasantly surprised. 

She sighed with satisfaction as she left her fork on her plate and when she looked up she noticed Ari was looking at her intently, his eyes shining under those long eyelashes.

“You trying to seduce me before my carriage turns into a pumpkin tomorrow, Levinson?” Hannah asked before bringing her glass of wine to her lips.

“Hannah...” he sighed.

“What?”

“Please don’t, sweetheart. I don’t want to argue.” 

It was her turn to sigh, heavily. Ari’s words were more of a plea than a warning to her, but she couldn’t help the way she was feeling. Granted, she wasn’t quite as pissed as when she had left her mother’s house, but she still had a sour feeling which was nagging at her. 

“I don’t want to either, Ari. I just don’t like the prospect of spending my weekend away from you. Again.”

“And you think I do?” He asked, reaching for her hand over the table. “Honey, this won’t be forever. Sarah just needs to get her stupid tantrum out of her system.”

“Yeah, I know and I don’t want you having trouble with Maya because of me, I wouldn’t keep you from Munch, ever. But you’re my fiancé and I just...” she trailed off, shrugging, “I don’t want us to be apart.”

Ari licked his lips and pondered for a moment as he looked at their entwined hands. “Okay, I’ll talk to her when I pick Maya up tomorrow.” He nodded with determination when he looked up at her. “See if I can reason with her and...”

“Don’t Ari. You’ll only set her off.” Hannah rapidly cut him off.

Ari groaned and let go of her hand, his look and voice growing harder. “Well then, what do you want me to do? You literally just said-“

“I know, but I don’t want you to poke the bear! I just want this fucking ridiculous situation to be over.” Hannah shook her head. She knew she was riling Air up, but she was sick of everyone trying to get her to accept the situation they were in without so much as a word of complaint. “I’m not blaming you, it’s just…forget it, can we just pretend we are a normal couple who are having a normal evening dinner?”

“We are a normal couple. Well, as normal as most anyway.” Ari took her hand again, his features softening. “Look, I’m sorry. I really am. I just don’t know what I can do.”

“Love me.” Hannah stated after a while.

Now that puzzled Ari. Was that a request or was she doubting him. She couldn’t be doubting him, right? With concern written all over his face he pushed his chair back to stand up and hurriedly crouched beside Hannah, his hands grabbing her thighs firmly as his eyes searched for something in hers. 

“Firefly, I do love you. You know this… I mean, at least, I hope you do.”

“I do.” She nodded as she looked down to him. “Just don’t stop loving me, no matter what crazy ideas Sarah comes up with.” 

“Hannah, that’s not gonna happen.” He assured her after swallowing hard. “I promise you. Nothing she says or does is gonna change the way I feel about you.” 

****

Ari meant what he said and took it upon himself to make sure his Firefly was left with no doubt as to his feelings for her all through the night. And then again he made sure she hadn’t forgotten the following morning too before she left to pick Sammy up from the airport.

Ari collected Maya, as arranged, from the summer holiday camp run by her school and then, throwing caution to the wind, took her to Maria’s to see not only Hannah, but Sammy and the family. Hannah was surprised, but pleased to see them both and hugged Maya tight as the girl threw herself at her, chatting away about her day. They ate a lovely dinner, courtesy of Maria, and later, retired to the shared garden in the warm, July air. 

As Maya sat with Sammy, who was telling her stories about the states and Rachel’s kids, Ari found himself watching Hannah. She was sat with her mom and Ethan, the three of them sipping wine as the dusk drew in. It wasn’t long before the first little twinkles around the tree flashed through the darkness, signalling the fireflies had come out to play. 

Ari’s mind quickly travelled back to when he first met Hannah, how those little bugs had been present in the garden, earning her the nickname. His nickname for her, which had stuck and become a term of his love for her, symbolised by the pendant round her neck. It was that pendant, or more specifically how he had given her that pendant, which had fixed the idea on how to present her with the sparkling sapphire and diamond ring on her finger…

It was a Thursday morning, and Hannah walked into the bedroom after her morning shower. Ari looked up from where he was fastening up his short sleeved shirt and smiled as she grinned back at him. 

“You really do suit that colour, pretty sure Ethan’s secretary will approve.”

“Ethan’s secretary?” Ari continued, stopping two buttons under the collar.

“Yeah, that’s what I said Lobo.” 

“Ethan’s secretary is nearly a hundred years old, Firefly.” Ari rolled his eyes with a chuckle, his hands on his hips as Hannah frowned.

“Well who was the young, blonde girl at her desk the other day when I called in?” She picked up her hairbrush from the top of the chest of drawers that served as her vanity unit.

“Lorraine? She’s an intern, Mrs Goldman is training her.”

“She likes you. I can tell.” Hannah hummed, combing out her locks which had been piled on top of her head to prevent them getting wet.

Ari rolled his eyes as Hannah pulled her hair back into a neat ponytail. “Whatever.”

“You can whatever me all you want,” Hannah sang as she picked up a bottle of lotion and sat on the bed, “I can sense these things.”

Ari snorted, looking down at his girl as she sat on the bed applying lotion to her legs. “You getting all territorial on me?”

“Do I need to?”

“Don’t be an ass!” Ari snorted, leaning down to kiss her. 

As they moved around the room, Ari took his time, a lot longer than usual, dragging his morning routine out as long as possible. If Hannah noticed he was making a meal out of tidying his beard up, something he had taken to doing since returning to civilisation, she didn’t notice.

He was stalling for one reason, and one reason only. The surprise that was waiting for her in her underwear drawer.

After what seemed like an age, she crossed the room and pulled it open. Ari held his breath as she reached in for a pair of panties, but instead she gasped, he hand flying to her mouth.

Bingo.

When Hannah spun around, the red, velvet box in her hand, Ari was waiting on one knee, beaming up at her. “Still wanna marry me, Firefly?”

Tears brimmed in her eyes and she nodded, her voice thick with emotion, “yes, you know I do!”

“Had to ask with a ring, sweetheart.”

He watched as she opened it, her mouth dropping open once more as she stared at the ring. 

“Lobo, it’s gorgeous… I… I love it!”

As Ari rose to his feet, he sighed with relief, “good, ‘cause I had a hard time finding something worthy of my girl.”

“It reminds me of the ocean,” she smiled up at him, “and your eyes.”

“Kinda why I bought it, the ocean that is.” Ari smiled as he took the ring from the box, slipping it over her knuckle, watching as the sapphire settled at the base of her finger. “Hannah Maria Navon, I love you, baby girl.”

Hannah glanced at the ring before she beamed, her hands cupping his cheeks, “and I love you, Ari David Levinson.”

Ari smirked a little at the memory, they were totally late for work after getting a little ‘distracted’ so to speak celebrating their engagement once more, only this time in a bed and not the back of a shitty jeep in the Sudanese desert. 

“Dad?” Maya bounced into his lap, drawing a huff from him as she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs, “Are those fireflies?”

“They are Munch.” He nodded, kissing her head as she watched them zipping around. “Can you see now why I call Hannah my Firefly?”

She grinned, “yip!”

Hannah, who had been watching them, cleared her throat. “Ari, it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you two be heading back to your apartment?”

Ari looked at her pointedly. “Our apartment, sweetheart.”

Hannah was about to shoot a response back but then remembered Maya was there so she merely sighed. “Ari, look, you shouldn’t even be here now anyway. It’s not worth the argument if she finds out.”

“Why can’t we stay here, dad? I wanna stay with Han!” Maya piped up and Hannah groaned a little, shooting Ari a look.

“Because Han needs to stay with Sammy tonight, she’s not seen him for a while. You can stay some other time, okay?”

“I’m not gonna say anything to Mom if that’s what you scared of.”

At that, Ari and Hannah exchanged a look. “Why do you say that? Why would we be scared?” He asked and Maya shrugged.

“I heard Mom say some things.”

“What things, Munchkin?” Ari smoothed her long hair back and waited for her to reply.

“Well, I was upset, because at first I thought Hannah didn’t like me anymore as she always left when I stayed over. But one day last week, I heard Mom tell Grandma on the phone she had made you and Hannah spend the weekends apart because I was with you.” Maya paused and looked at Hannah, “Is that why you don’t stay with us at the apartment?”

Hannah blinked, she was stuck. She didn’t want to lie but also didn’t want to start bad mouthing Sarah in front of Maya, no matter how tempting. “Erm, it’s, well it’s complicated, sweetie. You and your dad need to spend time together. But I promise you it’s absolutely not because I don’t like you. I do, I love you very much.”

At that Maya stood up and launched herself at Hannah.  “I love you too, Han.”

Ari and Hannah could do nothing but exchange a look, which Hannah broke as she leaned down to hug Maya, tears visible in her eyes.

And it left Ari feeling even more like shit than he already did.

No, he had to fix this, even if it meant pulling Sarah up on her attitude despite Hannah asking him not to. Whilst he understood Sarah’s anger, and that she had every right to direct it at him, the fact that it was clearly having an impact on Maya was something he couldn’t let slide.

With a sigh, he stood up, instructing Maya to bid everyone good night. Before he left, he pulled Hannah into a kiss, his hands cupping her face.

“I’m gonna fix this,” he whispered against her lips, “trust me, baby.”

“I do.” She sniffed a little, her nose bumping his. “Go, go on. I’ll see you Sunday.”

As they walked the few blocks home, Maya’s hand locked in Ari’s, he was only partially listening to his daughter as she spoke. 

“Dad!” Her voice drew him from his thoughts about how exactly he was going to approach the subject with his soon to be ex-wife. He glanced down at her.

“What?”

“We’re you listening to a word I just said?”

“Honestly, no!”

“Daaaaaad!” She whined and Ari chuckled.

 “I’m sorry baby, what were you saying?”

“I was saying that I should get Hannah something for luck.”

“What do you mean?”

 “Well, Mom was talking to Auntie Louisa, and she said that Hannah was going to need plenty of luck being married to you so…”

Ari took a deep breath, anger flashing through his system, rolling his eyes. “Oh, did she?”

“Yup.” Maya nodded.

“And, do you think Hannah’s gonna need luck?”

Maya looked at him, and grinned cheekily. “Well, you are an idiot!”

“Rude!” Ari narrowed his eyes playfully, “mind you, technically, you might look more like your mom but you’re half me. Guess that makes you half an idiot, huh?”

Maya went to dig him in the ribs and with a chuckle, Ari swung her up and onto his shoulders. Her hands tangled in his hair as she giggled, before she leaned down, fingers threading into his beard.

“Han’s right, you do look like a wolf.”

Ari laughed, his hands tightening around his daughter’s ankles as her heels lightly bounced against his chest with each step he took.

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Bodyguard

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 4.5k

Includes- Heavy themes, angst, physical fight, saesang present, shooting, character death, funeral, implied suicide

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Hobi POV

I stare at the manager in disbelief

Is he freaking kidding?

"Her?", I ask incredously

"Yes her. What is the issue?"

"What's the issue? She's a short skinny kid. She's supposed to protect me? Are you kidding?"

"You know she can hear you", he snaps

"Give her to Jimin or Tae. They'll take her"

"She's assigned to you Hoseok"

"How is she a bodyguard? A freaking broom is stronger than her", I snap

He snorts, "You're in for a surprise. Strength isn't everything. She passed all the requirements to be a bodyguard. And she's yours. Deal with it"

I sigh, staring at the girl that's supposed to be my bodyguard

She's really short, petite and skinny

How is she supposed to protect me?

"Follow me Hoseok and I'll introduce you"

I really don't want to

The guys are going to make fun of me so much

"Hoseok, this is Joanne.", the manager introduces, "Joanne this js Hoseok or J-Hope, the BTS member you're assigned to"

"Hi", she says, not smiling

"Hi", I answer, rolling my eyes

"I'll leave you two to get to know each other"

I watch the manager walk away

I don't want to talk to her

"Listen, I know you don't like me and you don't want me as your body guard. I heard you before", she starts

"Oh uh sor-", I start to apologize

"I don't care. I don't need you to like me. I just need you to listen to me. My job is to protect you and part of that is listening to my instructions. Other than that you don't need to speak to me."

"I...uh...", I stammer

I never had someone talk like this to me

Never have someone not care if they're liked

But she's making everything easier, since I don't have to talk to her

"Fine", I answer

"Good. Since you're just practicing I'm not needed now. But I'll here to escort you to the performance you have tomorrow."

"Uh great"

She nods, then turns and walks away from me

What the hell?

I don't know what to think about her

I just still don't see how someone so little can be a bodyguard

I just sigh, preparing myself to be made fun of, then walk to practice

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"So I saw your bodyguard", Jungkook teases

"Yeah"

"She s so little. So cute", he continues

I roll my eyes, "Yeah ok she's small and she's a girl. I get it"

"Who'd you piss off to get such a shitty bodyguard?", Namjoon laughs

I glare at him

"Well look at it this way. It's practice for you. A way for you to learn to fight and stop being scared shitless of everything", Jimin comments

I'm not scared of everything

I hate that I have that reputation

"Fuck you. At least I'm not afraid of fucking butterflies"

He glares at me

"C'mon Hobi. Now you can learn to fight when you have to save your bodyguard from a twelve year old", Jimin growls

"Shut the fuck up"

"As don't be mad Hobi. She's not completely useless. She's good to look at", Yoongi chimes in

"What?"

What the fuck is he talking about?

"She's hot. So even if she can't protect you at least you can oogle her", Jin teases

"Yeah and maybe if you get to know her, you can bang her. Just not too hard or you'll break your only source of "protection"", Tae adds

They're fucking unbelieveable

"Just fucking lay off ok. I didn't ask for her"

"Aww can't take it Hobi?", Jungkook laughs

My blood is fucking boiling

I shouldn't let them get to me, but I am

I'm just angry at the whole situation

"Shut up. Get up so we can practice"

They stand up

"C'mon Hobi don't be upset.", Jin says

I ignore him and turn on the music

"Just fucking dance", I snap, getting into my position for the choreography

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6 weeks later

Hobi POV

Joanne is walking next to me at the airport

I try not to roll my eyes

So far she hasn't had to "protect" me

As if she could

There's screaming for us and I hear my name being called

ARMYS follow us everywhere

I love them but sometimes I want to be a normal person

"Move back!", I hear someone yell

I look as some ARMYS push against the ropes that are set up

Suddenly I see a person running towards me

"Stop him!", a cop yells

He's almost in front of me when Joanne steps in front of me

"Stop", she says to the guy

The guy stops in front of her, sneering at Joanne

"Move", he snaps

"Yeah not going to happen", she snaps

Shit

She's gonna get hit

And I'm going to have to protect her

"Who the fuck are you?"

"His bodyguard"

The guy bursts out laughing

"You, yeah ok. Move"

He grabs her arm roughly and just as I'm about to stop him, she grabs his hand with her other hand, ripping it off her, bending it backwards

"Shit fuck lets go", the guys screams in pain

I stare at the situation in disbelief

She's....hurting him?

"Leave and I'll let go", she says calmly

"Fuck you", he yells, swinging his arm to punch her

She ducks just as he swings, punching him in the stomach

Holy shit!

My mouth drops in pure surprise

She stands while he doubles over

She grabs my arm, leading me away from the guy

Jesus she's strong

She's holding my arm tightly

"Keep walking", she says

"Uh, yeah ok", I mutter

She's ripped away from me

When I turn around I see her take a hit to her face

Her head snaps to the side

And all she does is turn her head back

"Keep walking Hoseok"

No scream, no yell

He goes to hit her again

Just as his fist comes flying, she catches his hand, twisting it back

Then she quickly punches his face, hard, letting go of his hand as soon as he starts falling

He falls down, screaming, holding his face

"Don't make me kick your ass. Get lost", she says

When she turns around, she glares at me

"I told you to keep walking. I got it", she snaps

"I...uh...I"

"Move, now", she orders and shit I'm scared, so I go

She walks next to me, looking around for more threats

Holy crap I was so wrong about her

She didn't even do much and she knocked that guy down

And she took a hard hit and didn't cry out

When I glance at her, I see her jaw turning purple

"Uh Joanne, there's a bruise on your jaw"

"Don't worry about it"

"Doesn't it hurt?"

She snorts, "No, I've been hit harder"

She's been what?

Jesus

I know absolutely nothing at her

I mostly ignore her

But damn, now I want to know all about her

"Get in the car", she says when we get to the car

She opens the door and I climb in next to Yoongi

She gets in next to me, closing the door

"We good?", the driver asks

"Yeah", she says, then she's silent

"Where were you?", Yoongi asks

"Uh there was a problem", I answer

"What?", Namjoom asks

"Uh fan got through and came running at me"

"Holy shit, are you ok?", Namjoom questions

"Uh yeah. Joanne handled it"

"She did?", Yoongi asks shocked

"Uh yeah"

"Holy shit!", Jungkook yells

"What?", I jump

"Is this what happened?", Jungkook asks showing me his phone

He's on Twitter

And there's videos of what just happened

Christ it just happened and its already on the internet?

I see captions for the tweets that say things like, "Don't mess with J-Hope's bodyguard", "J-Hope's body guard takes down crazy fan", "J-Hope is well protected"

Jungkook clicks on one and we watch the video

The person caught the entire thing

"Oh my god!", Namjoon shouts during the part where Joanne gets punched in the face

"She didn't even flinch!", Yoongi gasps

They all look up at her

"Oh my god, she has a bruise", Yoongi points

Joanne rolls her eyes

"Oh hell yeah!", Jungkook shouts in glee when Joanne punches the guy in the face

"Oh shit he went down", Namjoon exclaims

When the video ends, they all look at her

"I'll take her as my bodyguard", Namjoon says

"Hell no, she can be mine. She's awesome!", Jungkook argues

Yeah ok

They all made fun of me for having a girl bodyguard but now that they see her kick ass, they want her

No

"She's my bodyguard. Not yours", I snap

"Do you wanna be mine Joanne?", Jungkook asks

I narrow my eyes at him

"I go to whoever I'm assigned to. Right now that's J-Hope", she answers, "You can request me to my boss and he may assign me to you"

"No! Fuck no. Don't you fucking dare Jungkook", I protest

"What you want her now?", he demands

"Me? What about you? After all the things you've been saying to me about her, now you want her to be your bodyguard. Because she what, proved something to you? No fuck off", I snap

"Can we stop arguing? I'm assigned to Hoseok for now. There's no getting me. I'm not an object. So cut it out", she interrupts

Jungkook just nods and turn back around in his seat.

"Uh Joanne-", I start

"Not now Hoseok. I'm still acting as your bodyguard. You can speak to me later", she informs me

"Oh uh ok", I answer, then sit waiting until we get to BigHit

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"Joanne wait", I call

We just got to BigHit and shes walking towards the security department

"Yes?", she answers, turning to me

"Uh thanks for uh, taking out that guy"

"You don't have to thank me Hoseok. It's my job"

"I know but I just want to."

"Alright"

Silence rises between us

"So if there's nothing else-"

"No uh there is, I mean. Um I want to apologize for the way I behaved and the things I said when I first met you."

"Oh", she tilts her head to the side, "It's fine. Don't worry about it"

I nod, "Ok. So uh where did you learn to fight like that?"

"I used to work for the government. The U.S. government", she answers, "I left that job and came here"

"Oh yeah? Cool. Uh what did you do?"

"I can't tell you that. It's confidential and I signed a non- disclosure agreement in exchange for leaving the job"

Holy shit

Was she like a spy?

Or an assassin?

What else can she do for the government that requires her to fight?

And how old is she?

"Oh uh ok. It's ok. Uh, how old are you? I mean you had basically a career before you left right? You seem really young for that"

She raises an eyebrow

Shit did I say something wrong?

Am I being too nosey?

"I'm 28", she answers

Ok, she's older than me but not by much

But she already had a career and then left?

Thats strange

"What is it that you want from me Hoseok?"

"I uh"

What do I want?

I want to know about her

I want to talk to her

I want her to like me

"I want to be friends", I finally answer

"Friends?", she repeats

"Uh yeah. You're going to be around me a lot and I want to be friends"

"Look Hoseok, that's not how this works ok. I need to be paying attention when I'm acting as your bodyguard. I can't talk to you during that time."

"I know but we can be friends after the job is over right? Like right now? We can talk and be friends", I ask

Why am I doing this?

I don't know

"I uh I guess?", she questions, "Look I don't have friends ok. I've always been alone. I don't know how to do this"

"It's ok. I can help you"

"I uh...fine. We can be friends.", she agrees

"Ok"

We just stand there in silence

"Ok I have to go. I have some things to do. I'll see you another time", she says

"Uh can I have your phone number?"

Her head snaps back to me

"Why?", she asks suspiciously

"Uh so we can text each other", I answer

Why is she being so weird about her phone number

"Oh uh ok fine"

"You can have mine too", I offer

"Yes ok"

We exchange numbers and then she says bye, walking away

This is going to be harder than I thought

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6 months later

Hobi POV

"You ok Jo?", I ask Joanne

We just got back to BigHit from another performance

Joanne has been acting weird today

Something is off

I know her well enough now to know when something is wrong

"I uh I need to talk to you Hobi", she answers

I start getting nervous

What does she want to talk about?

Is it bad?

Is she leaving?

She can't leave

I love her

Yeah I'm an idiot

I've fallen in love with my bodyguard

Its just after you get past her hard exterior, Joanne is the sweetest, most caring and loving person I've ever met

She's also so funny

That I didn't expect

How could I not fall in love with her?

"Uh sure Jo", I answer

She leads me to an empty conference room and closes the door

"Look Hobi, uh my boss gave me a choice to make"

Now I'm worried

"Uh ok?"

"Kookie requested me to be his bodyguard."

WHAT?

That fucking little shit

"He did?", I ask, upset

"Yeah. And usually my boss would decide whether to keep me with you or assign me to him. But he likes me, says I'm one of his best guards so he told me I can choose"

'Me, choose me', I want to yell

"Oh uh. Why did you want to talk to me about?"

"I don't know what to do. I like Kookie but him and I aren't as close as you and me are. But then that could be a problem, that we're this close. I could lose focus and you could get hurt. That would happen with Kookie"

No no

Our friendship is not a problem

It hasn't been

She's been able to do her job

"Say something Hobi! What do you want? Do you even care?", she shouts

"Yes I care! Of course I care!", I yell

How can I not?

I love her

"Then say something. Give me a reason to stay! And don't just say because you want me too. That's not good enough"

What am I supposed to say?

That I love her, that's why I want her to stay?

We stand there in silence

"Ok. I guess I'll tell my boss I'll be assigned to Kookie. It's the best. You'll be safer"

No

I'm panicking and I don't know what to do

This isn't what I want

She walks past me

I have to stop her

I grab her arm and turn her to me

She looks up at me and I can't stop myself

I pull her to me, my lips crashing on hers

I'm surprised and happy when she throws her arms around me, kissing me back

God her kiss is fucking everything

"Don't leave me", I ask when we pull away, "I love you. You're the best bodyguard I ever had. I feel completely safe with you. I trust you to protect me. I trust you with my life. And I'm so in love with you. You are all I want"

I don't know what to expect from her

She never gave any indication she feels anything but friendship for me.

I feel a spark of hope when she smiles

"I love you too Hobi"

I can't hold back the smile that bursts on my face

"Yeah?", I ask

"Yeah. I never expected to fall in love, ever but I did with you. You're perfect", she answers

I can't believe she's saying this about me

"You're perfect Jo. My perfect everything. You're everything I could every want. And you're such a bad ass"

She giggles- I fucking love that sound

"I want you to be mine. Be with me. And stay as my bodyguard.", I tell her

She nods, "Ok yes Hobi. I'll be with you. I'll stay as your bodyguard. I promise I'll never let anything happen to you. You're safety is the most important thing to me."

"I know Jo. I know."

"Ok", she whispers

"I love you", I tell her

She smiles hugely at me and it takes my breath away

She's so beautiful

"I love you", she answers

God I love hearing her say that

Leaning down, I press my lips to hers in another kiss

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2 years later

Hobi POV

"Stay close to me baby", Joanne orders

"Aegiya-", I start

"No Hobi. There are death threats against you. I'm not letting anything happen to you"

"But what if you get hurt aegi?"

"My job is to protect you. If I get hurt then fine as long as you're ok. Plus I just so happen to love you so I'm definitely not going to let anything happen to you"

"Joanne-"

"Just do it Hobi. Or I won't let you have me when we get home"

Shit

"Ok fine", I will

"Aww my baby", she laughs, then kisses me, "C'mon, we gotta get out of the plane Hobi"

"One more", I ask

She smiles and kisses me again, wrapping her arms around my neck

I hold her to me tightly

No one but BigHit knows about us, so once we leave the plane, it's back to our bodyguard and celebrity roles

No touching, unless necessary

No kissing

No looking

Well I look, but she doesn't because she's keeping an eye out for everything

"Ready?", she asks

"Yeah", I nod

"I love you Hobi", she smiles

"I love you Joanne", I smile back

She gets up, walking, while I fall into step behind her

We get into the airport, screams shattering the silence of the plane

God it's so loud

"No nothing", Joanne says into her head set

I keep staring at her while we walk not paying attention

I see someone farther down, walk into the center of the walkway

"J-Hope", someone yells

I glance up to see the person pull out a gun

Shit

"Gun", Joanne shouts

I can't move, I'm fucking terrified

I'm going to die

My body hits the floor just seconds before I hear a loud bang

People start screaming

I look up just in time to see the shooter get shot in the head, falling down

Holy shit

I'm gonna puke

I sit up, looking around and immediately freeze in complete fear

Joanne is a few feet to my side

Face down and she's not moving

"Joanne!" I shriek

She still doesn't move

No no no no

"Joanne", I yell, crawling to her, "Aegi, answer me"

When I get to her, I grab her turning her over, holding her in my arms

"FUCK", I scream, tears pouring from my eyes

The entire front of her shirt is covered in blood

There's a pool of blood under her

I press my hand to her chest, trying to stop the bleeding

Her eyes are closed and her body is limp

No she can't be

She's not

No

Please no

"Joanne", I shake her, "Wake up. Joanne wake up now!"

She still not moving

Why is she not moving?

I don't hear her breathing

"HELP!", I scream

I'm so scared

Another bodyguard comes over to me

"Hoseok, get up. You have to leave"

Is he crazy?

I'm not fucking leaving her

"No"

"You have to"

"Joanne....she's not waking up"

He looks down at me

"Shit", he gasps, kneeling down

He puts his fingers to her neck

"Fuck. I...I'm sorry Hoseok, she's gone"

WHAT?

WHAT?

No

No, she can't be

No

"What?"

"Hoseok from what it looks like she was shot in the chest. She was most likely gone before she hit the ground"

No

My baby, no

I can't breathe

She can't be dead

I love her

I need her

"Hoseok, we need to get you out of here"

"I'm not leaving her", I sob

"I'll carry her ok? But you need to get up"

"No, I'm going to carry her. No one touches her", I cry

"Ok, lets go. Now"

I stand, picking her up

Her head rolls to the side hanging down

"Jo", I cry

I move her head, so it's against my chest

I follow the body guard as best I can but everything is blurry from tears

"In the car now", he barks, opening the door

"Hoseok!", Yoongi calls from inside

I can't get in with her

"Give me her. Once you get in I'll give her back ok?", the bodyguard says

I nod

He takes Joanne and I climb in

"Oh my god Hoseok what happened?", Namjoon shouts in fright

I look down

My clothes are covered in blood

Her blood

I start to sob even harder

"Here Hoseok", the bodyguard says

I take her back in my arms, clutching her to me

I hold her, having to move her head to my neck because she's not moving it herself

Because she's dead

"Holy shit!", Jungkook yells

"Hoseok what happened?", Namjoon shouts

"Please wake up", I ask her, ignoring them, "Please baby don't leave me. Please"

She doesn't answer

She...

She pushed me out of the way

She got hit instead of me

I was supposed to get shot, not her

She saved my life

I'm never going to see her again

Never going to kiss her

She's never going to smile at me again, never going to tell me she loves me

The pain I feel is immense and I start crying hysterically

"HOSEOK!", Yoongi yells

"I can't wake her up, Yoongi. She's not waking up. I keep calling her and she's not opening her eyes. She's not answering me. I CAN'T WAKE HER UP!", I scream in pure agony

Yoongi's looking at me with horror in his face

"She's dead", I whisper

"What? I can't hear you?"

"She's dead!", I shout

"Wwww...what do you mean?", Jungkook stammers

"She's dead. She pushed me out of the way. She got shot in the chest instead of me. I was supposed to die, not her. She saved me and she died doing it", I sob

"But she's...you have her", Yoongi says dumbfounded

"She's not breathing. She doesn't have a pulse. The body guard who brought me here said she probably died before she fell to the floor. I..I couldn't leave her there."

"Hoseok, I'm....I'm so sorry", Namjoon whispers

"What am I going to do? I can't live without her. Namjoon, what am I going to do?", I cry, looking at him

"I...I....I don't know Hobi. I really don't know."

I just sit holding her tightly to me while the car drives us to BigHit

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The car stops

The door opens and an EMT is standing there

"I'm here for the body"

The body?

Is she seriously fucking calling her that?

"Her name is Joanne. She's the love of my life, my everything. She's not a body", I growl

"I apologize. I'm here for Joanne"

"No", I snap, gripping her tighter

"Sir, I'm sorry but I need to take her"

She reaches for Joanne

"No, don't touch her!", I shriek

"Hobi, you have to let her take Joanne.", Yoongi says gently

"No, no she can't. I can't. I can't be without her. I need her. If she takes her, I'll never see her again. If she takes Joanne, then it means she's really dead. She's really not coming back. I...I....can't handle that", I sob hysterically again

"Hobi you have to. We're here with you. You can't keep her with you. She's all bloody. They'll clean her and change her clothes ok? They'll help as much as they can", Namjoon says soothingly

I don't want them to

I want her

I want to be with her

Wherever she went, I want to be there, not here

"Please Hobi", Jungkook asks

I know I have to

I feel like I'm dying inside

I look down at her, moving some hair from her face

"I love you Joanne. So much aegi. Forever", I whisper

Then I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her lips, my tears falling on her skin

Then I hand her over to the EMT, my heart shattering into a million pieces

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Three days later

Hobi POV

I look down at Joanne laying in her casket

She looks like she's sleeping

Today is her funeral

The wake was yesterday

A lot of people came

None of her family

She didn't have any

I'm alone with her right now

They're giving me time to say goodbye

Before the casket is closed, before she's taken to cemetery and buried in the fucking ground

Where I'll never see her again

"I miss you so much", I sob, "Why did you die aegiya? Why did you throw yourself in front of me? I can't live without you. How can you make me live without you?"

They told me that she died instantly

Shot right in her heart

The security guard was right

She was dead before she fell

She saved my life by giving hers

I never wanted that

I wanted her with me for the rest of my life

I pull an engagement ring from my pocket

"I was gonna ask you to marry me Jo. After we got back to the dorm. I was gonna take you to the park and ask you under the stars aegi. I love you so much and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I hate that I can't. I hate that you're gone. I hate that I'm here. So far away from you"

How am I going to do this?

How am I going to watch her be buried?

And after?

How am I supposed to live?

I can't

I won't

How can I be the happy, smiling, cheerful J-Hope when my world, my sunshine, my reason for living is gone?

I can't be

She was the love of my life

They'll never be another

Just her

I can't deal with this

I'm not strong like some other people

Not for this

I take her hand and put the ring on her finger

I know she would of said yes

She always said she'd marry me one day

I thought she was right

I didn't know she'd be taken from me

I can't say goodbye

How can I do that?

I can't

"Hobi. We uh, we gotta go", Jin whispers from the doorway

"Just one minute"

He nods then disappears

"I love you more than anything Joanne. I know your gone but you're still my everything, my world. I swore I'd love you forever and I will"

My tears fall from my eyes, some landing on her

I lean down and kiss her forehead

"I love you aegiya. I'll see you soon ok? I'm coming", I whisper

I kiss her again, then walk out of the room

"Hobi", Jin says

"Don't Jin"

I just keep walking

I just have to get through the next few hours

Just through her funeral

Then after, I'm going to her

[persephone-is-here-omg]

In Nomine Patris.

Pairing: Priest!Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: Smut. This fic features explicit sexual content involving a catholic priest, if that isn’t your thing or it offens you skip this one. If you know this offends you and you still read it, whatever feelings you experience after are your problem, not mine. Otherwise, enjoy. Slight chocking.

Word Count: 5530.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

Father Barnes has your panties in his pocket.

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You brush your hands nervously down your dress as you step into the church and locate the few family members that have made it out today to your youngest cousin’s First Communion. Truth be told you haven’t been near a church in almost three years, struggling with your faith and the relationship with your family has left you nearly isolated. You scurry to a place beside your aunt and greet her with a smile and a kiss as she points out to your cousin, seated on one of the very first benches on the dress that has become somewhat of a family relic, you wave at her and blow a kiss in her direction as she smiles and sits back down.

Your eyes move around the church from the back to the front slowly, landing on some familiar faces. When your gaze falls on the priest your heart skips a beat, he looks at you intently, his blue eyes fixed on you and you can’t look away. His lips curl slightly upwards, he looks away, you don’t know what his expression means and your aunt looks at you “I see you’ve discovered the new priest”

You look at her and blink in confusion, you had been away so long that the priest had been changed and you had no knowledge about it, you look at him again and notice the glove in his left hand, your curiosity picking up.

“When did he arrive?” You ask her, trying to not sound as affected as you feel.

“Monday. Antonia wouldn’t stop talking about him until I reminded her that he is a man of God and talking that way about him was wrong”

You nod, your eyes finding him again as he directs the altar boys in preparing everything for Mass.

Soon enough mass starts and everyone is listening intently to what Father Barnes has to say, you think about how much you’d rather be anywhere but here. Mass advances and the kids at the front are lining up to take the Communion for the first time, Father Barnes instructs everyone else to wait until they are done, then the adults will be able to take theirs. Your cousin waves as she heads back towards her seat, a serene smile on her lips.

Slowly everyone else starts to file into the queue, you included using your hands to smooth down your dress, your nerves grow as you come closer and closer to the front and face to face with Father Barnes. You consider going back to your seat, but if you do you probably won’t hear the end of it.

The person in front of you walks away and you look at him, his eyes are a bright blue and deep, his lips are full and he has a beard framing them. The short hair is styled carefully, but classically. You open your mouth as he raises his hand to it.

“The body of Christ” He says, his fingers press the Sacramental Bread against your tongue, his fingers applying some pressure on it, something no priest has ever done before. You look at him wide eyed, as your lips close around the tips of his fingers, something you have never done to a priest before. Your heart beats fast as you step away and lower your eyes trying to push what just happened away from your mind.

That night you fall prey to a fitful sleep, tossing and turning, unable to get any real rest.

Monday morning you’re surprised when your aunt knocks on your door as you are having your morning coffee, she walks in and looks at you “There’s a part time job at the church. It could help you” She says.

You look at her over the rim of your mug “What’s the job?”

“Father Barnes needs someone to help him organize things in the church, buy supplies, just run errands for him in general” she explains “Will you take it?”

“Well… I haven’t even met Father Barnes yet” You say “But I’ll go and see” You’re not excited at the prospect of working in a church, but you don’t have many options available, and your savings are suffering from it.

Your aunt looks at you and nods “I have to leave, I’ll see you later”

You nod “Ok. See you around”

You look around in case you see Father Barnes or any of his acolytes. You find him standing in front of the Altar, his hands in his pocket and his back to you. You clear your throat to make your presence behind him known “F- Father Barnes?” You ask and can’t help but notice that he is taller than he seems, his back is wide and his shoulders look strong.

He turns around, for a moment you could swear he smirks, but he smiles at you “Yes, and you are? I saw you yesterday during the First Communion mass”

You give him your name and offer him your hand. His handshake is firm, the warmth of it is almost too much, but you smile back at him “I heard you’re looking for someone to help part time here at the church”

“Yes! Yes, I am. Don’t get me wrong, the boys are good, but they’re kids. They’re better off playing and having fun than spending time cooped up in here”

“Probably shouldn’t say that to their parents, though” You laugh and nod in agreement “I don’t… Well, I don’t know if I’m what you’re looking for”

Father Barnes looks at you with a weird intensity in his eyes “You are” He says and then adds “If you’re free part time. You’re the only person that’s come up until now”

“I didn’t know. I understand if you want to keep your options open”

Father Barnes shakes his head “No, no. You’re perfect. More than perfect”

Your face heats up, unable to stop the feeling that he means more than being perfect for the job “Thank you” You pull out pen and paper from your bag and write down your name and phone number “Just in case you decide I’m the right person for the job”

“I’ve already decided” He says “When can you start?”

You are taken by surprise “Tomorrow, if you need me to”

“See? You’re perfect” Father Barnes repeats “I’ll keep this” He takes the piece of paper with your name and number on it “We’ll need to keep in contact. Please, could you take the advert off when you leave?”

You swallow and nod “Of course. Have a good evening, Father Barnes”

“You too”

You leave the church and follow his instructions about taking the ad down, then head to the grocery store, you browse the aisles slowly, taking your time in picking up everything you need to buy. 

You collide against a wall of solid muscle and gasp as you look up, coming face to face with Father Barnes "I'm… Father… I'm sorry" You say, avoiding his eyes. But noticing that he is wearing normal clothes.

"Is ok. Just an accident" He says searching your eyes "Are you ok?" 

"Yes, I was just distracted. Didn't see you" 

"No problem" He says and takes your basket "I'll help you with this" Father Barnes starts walking in the same direction you were going before "Do you have a car?" He asks, observing you intently.

"No, I'll just… I just take the bus" 

"Is a bit late" Father Barnes points out "I can drive you"

You look at him and nod "Ok. Thank you" You say with a smile as you pick a box of rose tea and put it on your basket. The silence spreads between you two as you walk through the aisles, picking up different products to take with you. 

The two of you walk out of the grocery store a few minutes later and go toward his car. The car is nothing flashy, a small, black sedan, that you wonder for a second how does he fit inside. Father Barnes opens the back door for you and lets you put your bags in there, you feel his eyes on you as you do so, never leaving you and when you tip too far forward and almost fall inside the car his arm wraps around your waist and holds you up "Careful there, doll" His voice rumbles in your ears and you breathe slowly to calm your nerves as he helps you stand up.

"I'm so sorry about that" You say and step away as you turn around looking at him "I lost my balance"

"No need to worry" Father Barnes says, a smile on his lips, as he grabs the car door and corners you between the open door and his body. 

Your eyes find his and he steps back, letting you move away and then closing the car door. 

Father Barnes opens the passenger side door for you and you get in, his eyes fix on your legs as your wrap dress opens, revealing the smooth skin of your thighs, your eyes lock for a brief moment and then he closes the door and runs to the other side, you fix your dress and your coat, making sure you’re covered.

He gets in on the driver's side and starts the car, steering it out of the parking lot. His eyes are fixed on the road and you try not to look at him, but your eyes keep straying towards his face.

"Thank you for driving me… you really didn't have to"

Father Barnes turns toward you for a second, then looks back to the road "Is nothing really. And your place is on my way back to the church. I'll drive you home any time you have to stay late, so transportation shouldn't be a problem"

"Oh, no. You don't have to do that, really. And people would talk, if you did"

"That doesn't concern me" The way he says it leaves no room for arguing. So you just nod and look ahead.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Father Barnes. I'm between jobs, so this will give me something to do"

"Call me James or Bucky, please" He says "Father Barnes is too formal"

"But… You… I…" You babble and Father Barnes, James, shakes his head a friendly smile on his lips.

"I insist, please. At least while there's no one but us around"

You take a deep breath and nod "Sure, then… James" You say softly.

A while later Father Barnes, James, stops in front of your small apartment building. He looks at it out the window and smiles at you "Is it a nice place?" He asks.

"The nicest I can afford" You say "Is a good place, not too big, but I live alone, so that is not a problem"

“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow” James says looking at you “Can you be there at noon?”

You nod “Of course”

“Another thing, I know the fliers said part time, but… If you’re at all available for full time, I’d appreciate the help”

You think for a moment “Yes! I do need the job so, the more hours I can get, the better. I’ll see you tomorrow, then”

“Yes” He says and just as you open the door and turn to get out of the car he grips your wrist firmly and makes you turn to look back “Thank you”

You swallow and smile again then, after he lets go of your wrist, you get out of the car, take your bags from the back and rush inside.

Your heart races as you close the door behind you and set the bags on the kitchen counter, and you shake your head as you try to clear your thoughts “Of course none of this means anything. He’s a priest” You say out loud, more to convince yourself and try to calm your racing heart than anything, really. Your hands tremble slightly as you put the groceries away.

The hot water helps you relax. Soon enough you’re wearing your pajamas and getting into bed. The long day soon taking its toll on you as you fall asleep almost as soon as you are under the covers, your dreams are hazy and heady and you can’t quite remember them as you wake up, your hips rocking into your pillow slowly but desperately.

You’re not sure of where you are exactly as you wake up, but your eyes land on your clock and, you realize, is still too early for you to start getting ready for work, so you end up laying back down and trying to get some more sleep. But, after whatever dream you had you can barely think straight. You sit up and decide to start your day early, going for an elaborate breakfast and an even more difficult lunch that you pack neatly in an effort to waste the free time at your disposal and trying to keep your mind from straying into whatever happened last night in Father Barnes car. Nothing happened, anyway. So why are you so nervous about going in today?

You hope this new job is something temporary, you have been questioning your faith for a long time now and spending time in a church with an admittedly attractive priest is something that won’t help you in the least. If it was in your hands you’d stay as far away from the church as possible, but you need the money and James, as he insists you call him, is paying very good money for such a position.

You step inside the church smoothing your dress down and making sure nothing that would be considered inappropriate is visible. He is already waiting for you by the Altar, for a moment you wonder if he should use a shirt like that. Your curiosity about his gloved hand pikes up again, but you refrain from asking or even setting your eyes on his arm, not sure how he would take that question or the scrutiny.

You smile at him as you stop in front of Father Barnes, James, you remind yourself “Father” Stopping you correct yourself “James”

James smiles at you “Welcome” He starts walking and you follow him out into the inner yard of the church and toward his office “This will be where we’ll spend most of our time together. I will mostly need you to help me organize schedules, do you remember the previous priest’s one?” He asks.

You shake your head “I… I’ve been… I haven’t been coming to church regularly” 

“Questioning your faith?” He says inquisitively, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m not…” You trail off, realizing that it is probably quite obvious for James that you have been struggling with your faith for a very long time, your relationship with your family already complicated before you stopped attending Church, suffering even more about it. They didn’t appreciate your positions on a variety of subjects and made certain you knew about it.

James smiles at you “That’s ok. It won’t be a problem. Everyone goes through that” He takes your hand between his “Right now, the most important thing is that you can help me organize the mess in here” He chuckles and let’s go of your hand.

“That shouldn’t be a problem” You say, looking around and trying not to think about your hand in his “We could get a couple more filing cabinets, to start”

“I’ll have to see what I can do. But that shouldn’t be so hard to get” James says.

The filing cabinets arrive a few days later and you delve into the task of ordering all the files, especially the ones concerning the church’s finances starting by the oldest ones available. You focus entirely on the work at hand, the time going by as you go through folder after folder of disorganized paperwork. You jump, startled when there is a knock on the door and look over your shoulder, smiling when you see James standing at the door.

“How are you?” He asks, his voice low and deep traveling through the small space.

“I’m ok… I think I lost track of time” You admit “But I have gone through a good amount of folders now, so I think this will be ready sooner than I thought”

“That’s great to hear” James says stepping inside “I was wondering if you’d like some pizza? Is late and I don’t think you’ve eaten”

You look at him “That’s very nice of you, James, but you really don’t have to do it. I don’t want to impose”

“You are not imposing in any way… Just a few slices, then I’ll drive you home” He insists and offers you his gloved hand, which you take. It feels strangely hard, almost like some kind of prosthetic, he uses it to help you stand up from the floor.

“Thank you” James lets go of your hand and you smooth your dress down, follow him down the hall towards the small apartment in the back of the church’s grounds.

James opens the door and lets you step in “Over here” He says walking towards the kitchen “Sit down” James points you towards the stools, sits down beside you and tugs the pizza box over, flipping the lid “Ladies first”

You smile at him and take a slice “Thank you” The bite of pizza you take tastes amazing and you hum, smiling “This is amazing”

“Is from that place down the road from here” James explains.

You laugh “Oh, I used to go there all the time back when I was still in school” You take another bite “With the girls that used to be my friends”

“Not your friends anymore?” He asks and you shake your head, swallowing the pizza.

“Not anymore… We just drifted apart, probably the fact that they all are married with kids already and I’m not doesn’t really help”

“And that you are not coming to church?”

“Not a nice addition to the mix” You admit and look at him “Do you ever… Think about what would your life be if you weren’t a priest?”

James smiles and takes a sip of water “Sometimes”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that” 

He chuckles “Is just a question, doll” The word doll slips out casually and your face heats up “I do think about it. Everyone wonders about the what ifs, don’t they?”

“I guess so” You follow the movement of his gloved hand as it moves and takes yours, you notice the hardness of his hand again, you almost open your mouth to ask, but his strength caughts you by surprise as he pulls you into a bruising kiss.

He lets go of your hand and both his arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight against his firm chest. James’ lips feel unyielding and soft against yours, his tongue licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth in response to his actions, giving him the chance to deepen the kiss, your hands move from his shoulders into his hair, fingers knotting on the silky brown strands. You whimper when he bites your lower lip and pull your face away, breathing hard.

“What… Why did you do that?” Is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

James licks his lips, but doesn’t answer your question.

“I think I should go” You say standing up and James takes your hand, stopping you.

“Is late, I should drive you” James stands in front of you and lets go of your hand “Let’s go”

You stare at James for a few seconds and start walking behind him, unsure of what to do now.

James opens the door to his car and lets you get in, as he closes the door and walks to, jogs really, to the driver’s side your mind goes back to his arms around your waist, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, jumping as James closes the door.

“Are you ok?” His voice is low and he sounds concerned.

“I… I’m ok. I just didn’t expect that” You say.

The silence extends as James drives and you wonder if you should even go back to the church, you’d have to come up with an excuse to explain why you left the job so soon, but you can come up with something. You’ve done it before. You can do it again.

James parks the car and turns to look at you, but doesn’t say anything until you turn to look at him, his hand clasps on the back of your neck and his lips are on yours again, demanding. You whimper and he takes the chance, pulling you closer, your arms are around his neck, one of your hands on his hair before you can stop yourself.

“This is not ok” Your voice trembles and so do your hands, placing them on his chest to distance yourself from him “We have… We have to stop” You turn around and open the door of the car and get out.

Your heels click on the pavement as you walk towards the door of your building, you think James will come after you, but he doesn’t. A part of you genuinely wishes he did, it makes you feel like you’re not good enough to chase after. The other part of you is relieved. You don’t have the best track record, people still look at you and whisper under their breath when they see you in church, rumors of you and the new priest? That would not help.

You run up the stairs to your floor and then open your door, close it behind you and throw your bag and jacket on the couch, then start pacing. Mind racing as you go over what happened. You should have seen this coming, you should have. The way he looked at you that night he drove you home. How you were never sure if he was talking about your work or you. Do you have to quit? The anxiety starts to eat at you because how are you going to explain that you had to quit a comfortable, well paid job. You know how your family would react, you have seen it before. But the thing is, and this is the real issue, that you are not sure you want to leave.

You know you won’t be able to sleep tonight. Not when every time you close your eyes all you can think about is his hands on you, his arms around your waist, his lips. You shake your head and start pacing again. You know you didn’t start it. You would have never acted on it, not on your own. Would you? You walk over to the window and look out of it, you can see his car is still there. The temptation to go back out is strong, so much so that you turn around and walk back to your door, take your jacket, your keys and head back down.

The car is still there and you stop, should you go back? James notices you standing there and gets out of the car, walks decisively towards you and cups your face again, his lips crashing against yours as he kisses you one more time “Why did you come back down?”

“I…” You start but stop again “I saw your car still here, I don’t know…”

James takes a deep breath “You should go back up… We can’t do this. Not in public”

“We shouldn’t. Not in public and not in private” You counter.

“I will see you tomorrow” The way he says it, is almost as if he is certain you will show up the next day.

Will he see you tomorrow? You don’t know, you rest your forehead on your hands and think back on the way his lips feel on you. Almost like being branded by him. A shiver runs down your spine and you stand up, go to the fridge and get the vodka bottle out, open it and take a swig off of it, your face scrunches and you sit back down, closing your eyes. The decision is only yours, but not showing will have your family asking questions, they always ask questions. Just not the ones they should ask. Never those ones.

You step into the church and look around as the few people present start to walk out, you can’t see him and take a deep breath. You are not sure what you’ll do. Not yet, at least. James walks into the church and waits until every other person inside it, except you, has left to close the doors. All of them.

His steps are fast when he starts walking towards you. James stops in front of you 2I wasn’t sure you’d come today”

You shrug “I wasn’t sure either. I’m not really sure what I am doing here” The admission slips out of you and you can not stop it. It feels almost like getting rid of a heavy weight over your shoulders.

“Why did you close the church?”

“I don’t want to take any unnecessary risks” 

“Risks? This is already risky enough” You counter and shake your head slowly “What… Whatever…” You stop and take a deep breath “What happened last night it shouldn’t have happened. You could… You don’t understand. We can’t”

James grips your chin in his hand and wraps his left arm around your waist, pulling you close, so close there’s no space between the two of you and he kisses you.

His kiss is intense, bruising, the beard framing his face scratches at your skin, you feel the burn on it and moan. You push on his chest for a moment and then wrap your arms around his neck, stand on your tiptoes and push your body closer to his muscular one.

James lets go of your chin, hand moving down your arm slowly, lets go of your hand and grips your hip, squeezes for a moment and then moves it around, to squeeze your ass.

You jump and gasp, opening your eyes and looking at him, eyes wide and hands trembling. This is wrong. The voice in your head says. Is your mother’s voice. It says it is your fault. Everything is your fault.

You shake your head to try and silence it. Let the feeling of James’ hands on you drown everything else. It feels good and you want it. You want it. Your fingers play with the collar on James’ shirt and he takes your other hand, brings it to his mouth and kisses the tips of your fingers.

You look down, at your fingers over his collar “Are you sure… This could end badly” You say.

“I am. I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever since I saw you that day” He admits, kissing each of your fingers again “I can’t”

You’re the one who starts the kiss now, fingers closing  around the fabric of his shirt. You bite his lower lip when his hand squeezes your ass again, moaning his name.

James lifts you up with one arm and, by instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he starts to walk. You’re not sure where he’s going until he places you on top of the table and you stare at him in shock “Here? We… Here?”

“Yes, here” He says in that voice that makes you think that arguing is pointless.

James just sets you down on the Altar and you swallow hard, you’d think a priest would be more concerned about this, but his eyes have turned dark, only a thin ring of blue around them. It makes a shiver run down your spine. James steps between your legs and kisses your lips again, big hands cupping your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks. His hands move down to the sides of your neck, your shoulders, your waist “I can’t stop thinking about this” He repeats.

“Me either. You’re in my head all the time” You admit, playing again with his collar, it comes loose and you look at it between your fingers. James takes the collar from you and places it beside you on the altar, then his hands are tugging your skirt up, fingers skimming over your boots, he looks down when his fingers change from suede to smooth skin. He licks his lips and that affects you, it makes you whimper. His hands on you make your skin feel like it is on fire, like you will burst into flames and be turned to ashes and dust right there. Maybe is what you deserve for what you’re doing now. Maybe is what will happen.

You lift your hips so he can tug your panties down, but instead he takes his glove off and you see a metal hand he rips your panties and stuffs them in his pocket. You swallow and move your hands down his chest and further down his stomach, reach his belt and unbuckle it, tugging at his shirt after and following with the button and zipper on his pants. Your hand is inside his pants before you can really think about it and you squeeze his cock over his underwear.

James groans, licking his lips and crashing them against yours again, tugging you closer to him as you push his pants down his legs, you look down between the two of you, and take a deep breath to steady yourself. He wraps his left hand over yours, firmly, lips ghosting over yours. James takes your hand away and, finally, you feel him tease your slit with the tip of his cock. You nod, opening your mouth and closing it again. You can’t talk, you want to, but you can’t find the words. He thrusts in, a slow, fluid motion that leaves you entirely breathless, mouth hanging open as you throw your head back, something that James reads as an opening to go for your neck, his kisses are fervent and his teeth scrape against your skin, leaving a delicious sting in their wake.

You wrap your arms around his neck just as he pulls almost out and thrusts back in, the same slow and fluid motion as before, making you shiver and moan his name in his ear, your walls tightening around his cock, your eyes closed, hands buried in his hair as you tug and arch your back. Throwing your head back. 

James’s left hand grips your jaw and makes you look at him, his intense blue eyes fixed on you as your legs tighten on his sides. He kisses your lips again, swallowing your moans, your groans, your whines. Claiming every sound you make as his. The hand on your jaw moves slowly down to your neck, tightening around just a little bit. Just enough for your nails to dig on the small of James’ back as you gasp after a deep thrust. James looks at you again, his gaze consumes you, takes hold inside you. 

“Fuck” You groan, clamping around James when his pelvic bone drags against your clit.

“I want to cum inside you, make you mine” James whispers in your ear, the arm around your back tightening and holding you in place.

You nod, slowly. Kiss him and nod again “Do it” You say “Please”

James pushes you to lay back, his left hand on your chest as you go down, his hands wrap themselves around your thighs and tug you closer to the edge of the altar, flush against his hips. James’ cock buried deep inside you, so deep you feel like you have trouble breathing. His left gloved hand moves to where your bodies join and circles your clit, it feels so good you almost try to flinch away. But James holds you in place as you bite your lip and look at him, wide eyed and pleading for him to keep going. He doesn’t stop circling your clit until you cry out his name, breathless, as you cum around his cock. Your vision goes white as the orgasm stretches through your body, it makes you tighten up and then relax almost completely as you fist the cloth over the altar.

“That’s it” James encourages, his own hips starting to stutter in their pace, he licks his lips as you push on your elbows to watch him, eyes moving down his torso, to his cock thrusting in and out of you. He growls low in his throat, hips grinding into you as he cums “Fuck” He mutters, grinding again into you.

You sit up and cup his face, kiss his lips. He wraps his arms around your middle again and rests his forehead against yours “Are you ok?”

You nod, slowly “I am… I just…”

“We’ll be careful” James says “No one can know”

“Yes, I know… The people here, they wouldn’t…”

James looks at you “I know they don’t like you being around, but I have your back. I’m here”

You take a deep breath and decide to put your trust in him. Whatever happens.

[that1fanficwriter]

Lay Your Love

Modern AU

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x reader

Summary: After Arthur, Y/N, Gwen and the knights are brought back to save Albion (Merlin) Y/N and Arthur decide to get remarried in this new time. So when Gwaine volunteers to plan Arthur's stag party saying it will be interesting is an understatement.

AN: If you enjoy this fic take a look at my masterlist, I've written a lot of Arthur x reader.

After a week of being in the mortal world again Merlin suggested everyone go out for drinks, knowing full well that this was probably going to be a disaster.

So, a few drinks in the knights (and Merlin) were pretty drunk. You had made the right choice of being responsible and not drinking excessively so you got the distinct pleasure of getting to interact with all of your very drunk friends.

Merlin was trying to do magic while Lancelot tried to stop him, Gwaine was trying to show off his fighting skills, Leon was laughing about something with Percival and a different group of people, Gwen was off talking to someone she fancied, and your Arthur was hanging off of you talking about how much he loved you.

“You know,” he slurred “today someone said that there was no way we were married because we were too young and we didn’t have any rings. Can you believe that? I told him that we were and jokes on him, we’re super duper old.”

“Did you now?” You laugh at him.

“Mmmhhmmm” Arthur nods with conviction. After than he leans his head on your shoulder as he plays with your hand. “Didn’t we have rings before?”

“I think so, but I’m not sure what happened to them.”

All of a sudden Gwaine decides he needs to add to your conversation. “You guys should get married again so we can throw Arthur a raging stag party.”

“Yeah,” Arthur agrees “and then we can get new rings and everyone now will know that your mine too just like before. We can make another royal decree.” He says getting very excited.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you can make royal decrees anymore. They have a different kind of government now.”

“Oh” he says, obviously bummed out.

“Why don’t we head home and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” You suggest.

He responds by wrapping you in his arms. And nuzzling his face into your neck.

~the next morning~

You woke up to Gwaine busting into the room you shared with your blue eyed king.

“What are you doing in here?” You ask half asleep, “Do you know how lucky you are that you woke me up and not Arthur?” You remind him that if Arthur was woken up too early after being up late the previous night that no one would have a good day.

“Well I have a banger stag party that needs to be planned, and I wanted to check where we were with budget and appropriate activities.”

“Ok, but why are you asking this early?”

“I wanted to get a head start.”

“You, wanted to wake up early, to get a head start in something?”

“Yeah, I meant it’s a party after all.”

“When you put it that way it makes more sense. Just have Merlin or Lancelot supervise you and you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you so much! Love you!” He shouts running out of the room.

“Great, yeah. Now let me go back to sleep.” You grumble and turn over in your lover’s arms.

“What did the idiot what?” He asks you in a low morning voice.

“He wanted to start planning you stag party so he wanted to know about a budget and ‘appropriate activities’ so I just told him to be supervised by Merlin or Lancelot.”

“So this will be interesting.”

“Gwen and I might have to stay to see how it goes.”

~meanwhile downstairs~

“MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN!” Gwaine shouts, running around and also waking up all of the other knights. “Merlin! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

“Gwaine, I’ve been sitting here in the living room this whole time. You passed me three times while you were running around.”

“Whatever, we have a stag party to plan!”

“Why am I a part of this?”

“Y/N said I have to have supervision.”

“Why am I not surprised.”

“Hey! I can be responsible!”

“Sure you can. What did you want to do for the party?”

“You know that movie thingy you showed us a few weeks ago?”

~le time skip~

A few weeks later everything was planned and so you, Arthur, and Gwen were standing in the living room with Gwaine in front of you.

"Gwaine, what are we doing here and what are you wearing?" You asked him.

"Well, the knights and I have a surprise for you and I'm wearing a wet suit." He tells the three of you.

"This should be entertaining." You whisper to Gwen.

Gwen nods and pulls out a camera to record the spectical.

"But before we get started here are these,” Gwaine says as he hands you and Arthur each a sheet of paper with what appear to be lyrics, “ and now without further ado, here we go."

All of a sudden music starts blasting and you suddenly realize that it was a song from the movie Mamma Mia that Merlin had shown everyone recently.

You turn to Arthur to make sure you both are on the same page when he starts singing the song to you. You giggle and join in with him, having so much fun.

Both of you are really into it when suddenly all of the knights and Merlin burst out of the kitchen in wet suits, flippers, and all sorts of swimming gear looking all kinds of ridiculous. (Percival even had floaties) They start singing and dancing which is when you realize that this must have been what Gwaine came up with and that it was surprisingly well rehearsed.

Eventually the song comes to an end. Everyone is laughing and Gwen is applauding loudly.

“Alright everyone!” Gwaine shouts, “ Merlin if you would so kindly change us back into our normal clothes IT’S TIME TO GO CLUBBING!”

“Actually,” Merlin adds in, “I was planning on leaving everyone like this. You all look smashing. Especially Lancelot’s inner tube.”

The knights just stare at Merlin and you swore you saw Leon almost shed a tear. “Alright, fine.” Merlin gives in, “I’ll change you all back into regular clothes.”

AN: Sorry to took me so long to write another fic. I’ve been working on my costume for ren fest this year because I’ve been suffering from major writers block.

Once again beta read by the lovely @thegwife1618

[hopelesshawks]

Official Accounts Part 36- Fight Club Shit

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

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“Wait, wait, wait what did you think they were planning?” Mina laughs. “I’m not gonna keep rehashing the story if everyone’s gonna keep laughing at me,” you protest. “I believe the words she used were ‘fight club shit’,” Denki cackles beside you. “Well excuse me for being incredibly suspicious of anything Hawks and Bakugo are trying to plan together that they think I can’t know about. It’s not like one of them has anger issues and both of them are competitive or anything,” you shoot back. “Hey dumbass! Who the fuck are you saying has anger issues?” Bakugo yells from your living room. “Technically you’re the one who identified yourself with anger issues, I didn’t name names!” you shout back. “Keep talking shit, see what happens.” “You wanna fight Kacchan? Let’s rumble!”

Before you can make good on your threat a pair of familiar arms are wrapping around your waist from behind. “I sat through that whole lecture on how I better not be ‘on that fight club shit’ with Bakugo not even an hour ago and now here you are picking fights,” Hawks teases. “Does it really count as picking a fight when it’s completely justified?” you fire back as you turn to face your boyfriend. “Yes, yes it does,” he laughs. “Whatever, he totally would have it coming.” “And then you’d both feel guilty about it for weeks.” “Hey! You’re not supposed to be able to read us like that yet!” you protest. “(Y/n) you are an open book written for very dumb children. It’s not that hard to read you,” Shinso cuts in. “Wooow, isn’t this supposed to be my party? Why am I being bullied right now?” “You make it so easy sometimes,” Kiri admits as he walks into the kitchen to grab more beers for the pong table he and Bakugo had set up. “Et tu brute?” you gasp dramatically. “You know we say it with love,” he laughs. “Hawks, Denki, you guys coming?” he adds as he walks out the room. Both men call out a yes, leading Shinso to grab his drink quickly before Denki drags him out of the kitchen. “You and Denki pong partners?” you ask as your boyfriend presses a quick kiss to your cheek before releasing you to follow the others out to the pong table. “Yep, you gonna root for us?” Hawks asks cheekily as he backs out of the kitchen. “Hmm, I don’t know. Kiri and Kacchan are pretty good. I’ll have to think it over and get back to you later,” you tease. Hawks shakes his head fondly but still throws you a smile and a wink before finally joining the others, leaving just you and Mina in the kitchen.

“I feel so aggressively single right now wow,” Mina jokes. “Your person is out there somewhere,” you assure her. “See that? That’s the kinda cheesy shit only people in relationships say,” she points out. “Well it’s true!” you laugh. “You guys are really good for each other, huh?” “I think so.” “I’m really, really happy for you. You deserve it.” “Thanks Mina. We should do a girl’s night soon. It’s been a long time since we’ve hung out just the two of us.” “You sure Hawks will let me steal you away for an entire night?” “I’d like to see him try to stop us.” That makes Mina laugh. “Fair enough. Speaking of, you may need to go celeb shot for your mans. Looks like he and Denki are getting crushed,” she points out. You turn around to look out towards the game and laugh when you see she’s right. “Let me go save my boyfriend and best friend from humiliating defeat then,” you laugh before quickly finishing off what’s left of your drink and walking out to join them.

Alas even your help can’t save Denki and Hawks and eventually they wind up defeated. Almost immediately Hawks is demanding a rematch and you can’t help but laugh as he and Bakugo start bickering. It’s a dynamic you were still adjusting to in all honesty. When you had considered the ways Hawks would fit into your friend group way back when you’d invited him to stay with you, you hadn’t anticipated he and Bakugo becoming friends. It was always a pleasant surprise when you’d discover the two of them were running a patrol together or if you’d catch one texting the other. They still bickered and if you asked either of them they’d probably deny their budding bromance but it still made you happy all the same.

Bakugo wasn’t the only one who had gotten close with Hawks. He and Denki had become close as well. You think it’s because Denki has never been opposed to filling silences. On days when Keigo is annoyed or stressed, when the pressures of being number two are particularly intense, he knows he can meet up with Denki and not have to say a word. He can just sit and listen as Denki rambles on and on about whatever his latest obsession is. On days he does feel like contributing, he’s down to debate even the weirdest hypotheticals Denki can come up with. You already have the sneaking suspicion that even if things end between you and Hawks, the two of them will stay close.

You’re pulled out of your musings when Hawks walks up and grabs your hand. “What’s got you thinking so hard little dove?” he asks. “Nothing really, I’m just happy,” you reply with a soft smile. He practically melts at the sight. “C’mon with me to the balcony, I wanna give you something,” he says as he gently tugs you in that direction. You follow behind as your curiosity blooms, but no matter how much you ask him what it is he ignores you until the two of you are alone on the balcony in the night air.

You wait for him to say something, knowing by now that it’s always best to just give him time to gather his thoughts. His eyes stay trained on the sky even as he finally begins speaking. “I know we haven’t gotten to see each other as much because so much of my work has been out of the office lately,” he finally admits. “It’s ok, I know how it is,” you shrug. “Yea but it’s a little weird after seeing each other almost all day every day while I was taking time off,” he replies. “Yea we got a little spoiled,” you laugh. “I miss having tea with you in the evening.” “Ugh yes. I miss you making breakfast for me in the morning, early bird.” “I miss you being there for me if I have a nightmare. I miss you playing music while you get dressed or do chores around the apartment. I miss you being the first person I see in the morning and the last I see at night,” he confesses into the quiet night. “Kei? What’re you saying?” you ask, sensing the subtle shift in the atmosphere that tells you he’s more serious than you’d initially thought. He finally turns to face you as he pulls a key out of his pocket and holds it out to you. “Will you move in with me?” he asks in a breath, the words seeming so delicate somehow, as if afraid they’ll fracture the fragile moment he’s created on this balcony with you.

Your heart stops and then immediately begins to race. It may seem like such a simple thing from the outside, a small step forward in your rapidly progressing relationship. Something that may seem like an obvious next step considering this whole thing started in part as a result of him temporarily living with you. You know the truth though. This is his “think fast”. This is his way of showing you just how much he trusts you, just like him telling you his real name was. Not only is he saying he wants you in his space, his home, but he wants you to be a part of it. “You ok there?” Keigo asks and god he sounds so nervous. But you’re realizing you’ve been quiet too long now so finally you nod your head frantically and take the offered key. “Yes! Of course Kei, I would love to move in with you. My answer is yes,” you laugh. “Jesus Kid, you had me worried for a second there,” he huffs but he’s grinning too as he pulls you in for a sweet and passionate kiss. Even once your lips part he keeps you close, his forehead pressed to yours as he lets himself truly relish in the fact he gets to have you.

“So when can I move in?” you all but whisper into the space between you. “How about tomorrow?” he suggests. “My lease on this place doesn’t run out for another month Kei,” you respond, pulling back a little so he can see you roll your eyes. “And? Bakugo and I could use it for our Fight club shit,” he grins. “Oh my god, you’re the worst,” you groan. You try pushing him away but Keigo doesn’t let you get too far, laughing as he pulls you back close to him again. “Nah, you love me,” he teases you. You shake your head but sober back up a little, looking him in his beautiful golden eyes as you say, “I do. I love you Keigo Takami.” “I love you too (y/n) (y/l/n).”

You don’t know exactly what’s in store for the two of you from here on out, but whatever it is you’re glad he’ll be by your side through it.

Author’s Note: I know beer pong is a very American thing but I feel like Kirishima saw it in an American movie and from then on insisted it be included at parties. Also bonus points if you caught the Umbrella Academy reference. On a more serious note this is it. The final chapter of Official Accounts. I’m so incredibly touched by all the love this fic has received and I’m so grateful to all of you who’ve supported me by reading, liking, and reblogging it. This became so much larger than I thought it would but I’m so happy to have gone on this little journey with you all. I love each and every one of you and hope you’ll stick around to see what I write next ❤️

Thanks for reading everyone! ❤️❤️❤️

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[jessie-writes-things]

Ok….1. Yes please tag me in smut minis. And 2. I just adore the smutty idea of being in a sexy dress and the man being turned on all night he can’t help but take you someone private before whatever event is over….whichever Pedro boy suits your fancy.

Hey love! Sure, I'd be happy to tag you!

I bloody love this trope too! Saying that this kinda got away from me and I'm not too sure if I can count it as a weekly mini, but here it is anyway! 😅 I'll add it to the list as an extra bonus fic or something.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female reader

Words: 1.2k

Genre: smut

Warnings: talk of sex, dreaming of sex - female oral receiving, very vaguely Marcus knocking one out. Not sure if it counts as this but voyeurism?

Summary: Marcus is easily distracted.

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There were a lot of surprises that came with working for the FBI. Murder. Robberies. That one guy that broke out of jail the other week. So, yeah, Marcus was used to surprises.

But nothing compared to this.

You, stood by his office door in a dress that was by no means work appropriate. He vaguely remembers you making some statement about heading off on a date but honestly your voice sounded like it was underwater, all his brain power being taken up by the thought of how he shouldn’t look directly at your chest.

Not that you seemed to notice. Or maybe you did but were choosing to ignore the way he subtly shifted in his seat. And Marcus wasn’t religious by any means, but he sent a silent prayer to God when you slipped on your jacket, although now that he’s seen it he couldn’t get the image of how the tight fabric hugged you perfectly out of his head.

‘You alright?’ You smiled at him as you did up your coat.

It was a simple question, one that you asked him several times a day, but it still kicked the air out of his lungs, ‘Yeah just…tired. I've been working on this case since one.’

‘You should take a break.’ You were being kind and he knew that, but there was a certain edge to your voice, a slight authoritative tone and fuck if that didn’t make his brain go feral, ‘Just dump whatever you don’t finish on my desk and I’ll sort it out tomorrow.’

Yes, ma’am.

‘Alright.’ Marcus smiled politely and nodded as you bid him goodnight, hand on the doorhandle about to leave when he called your name without thinking, ‘You look really good, by the way.’

‘Thank you.’ The light in your eyes was bright enough to blind a poor man, ‘Don’t work yourself too hard.’

And then he was alone again, falling into silence sans the clock that ticked on the wall. The automatic lights in the Bullpen shut off, leaving just the soft glow of his office lamp and the stay car that passed on the quiet street outside.

There were so many papers left to get through, splayed out across his desk in a somewhat organised mess. But every time he picked up a new page, giving his brain a brief second to shut off, all he could think about was having you spread across the table instead, that fucking press hiked up around your waist with your legs spread, waiting for him.

His dick was strained against his hand, fully aware of the cameras that were dotted about the building, but the pressure was getting too much for Marcus to handle. Not like anyone was going to see, he thought, hissing quietly as he unzipped his fly, the desk would hide it anyway and it had to be dark enough that the cameras wouldn’t pick it up.

It was so easy for him to imagine it, so God damn vivid in his mind as Marcus fell to his knees in front of you, legs draped over his broad shoulders and he’d pull you closer until your hanging off the edge, taking his time to explore every inch of your bare thigh with his mouth. And you would moan his name so sweetly, your fingers messing up his hair while his own made slow work of your underwear, savouring every last second, every tremor of your legs and your shaky breath until you were begging for him to let you cum.

The office door swung open, the harsh light from outside blinding him.

You froze. Marcus froze.

Your eyes wandered down to his hand then quickly to the wall behind him.

A good ten seconds passed before he broke the silence, ‘You’re back?’

‘The guy cancelled. I came to see if you needed any help…’ your voice trailed off and if Marcus hadn’t been so intensely aware of everything going on, he might have missed the slight catch of your breath towards the end. ‘…with the papers.’

He nodded like an idiot, not knowing what else to do because of all the damn people and all the damn things, ‘I’m sorry about your date.’

‘It’s fine. He was just some guy from Tinder.’ Strength seemed to find you again, knocking you out of your daze, ‘Does this have anything to do with…’

Not knowing how else to describe it, you gesture down at your dress then at Marcus with a flurry of hand movements that he would’ve laughed at under any other circumstance.

What does someone say in this situation? Was he meant to lie? Pretend it didn’t happen?

Marcus swallowed, throat dry and his chest felt tight as he fought to push down the panic, ‘What would be the correct answer?’

Not that.

You didn’t answer at first, didn’t move and it was another few seconds before you nodded. Marcus’s heart pounded in his ears, watching as you turned on your heels, debating how quickly he could shove his still painfully hard cock back in his pants because there was no way he could let you leave like this.

The door closed with a soft click, quickly followed by the flick of the lock and you doubled checked the blinds were down over the windows just on the off chance someone else decided to pop by for some late night work.

Marcus’s brain was fried from the whole situation, barely understanding what was going on even as you walked around his desk and turned his chair to face you. At any other time, he would have felt a fool, mouth gaped open, frozen with his hand still wrapped around his cock, but he couldn’t muster the energy to care because you were in front of him, in that stupidly tight dress.

You unravelled his fingers slowly, moving his hands to your waist and Marcus was internally screaming as you slipped onto his lap. It was overbearing, everything about you was so warm and soft against him, sucking in a sharp breath when your lips pressed to his ear.

‘Tell me you weren’t thinking about me and I’ll stop.’

Fuck that.

Something came over him, something very raw and primal that shot red hot pain through his body at the mention of you disappearing because you were finally there in front of him, on him, willing and to fucking hell if Marcus was going to let this dream slip away from him.

Gripping onto your waist hard enough to cause bruises, which he’d no doubt apologise for in the morning, he pushed out of his chair, kicking it to the side flipping you onto a table with such fluency he knew you knew he must have thought about it before.

A small gasp escaped your parted lips, bear back pressed against the cold wood of his desk, a stark contrast to your burning skin. He was positive your pulse was racing just as much as his, and Marcus ignored all the thoughts about CCTV or people who might accidentally walk by that ran through his mind, focusing purely on how you were panting, chest against chest, and he hadn’t even kissed you yet.

[cherryrogers]

➸ call me baby {2/3}

SUMMER NIGHTS

pairing: bucky barnes x reader | biker au

warnings: swearing, violence, implied smut, mainly fluff.

word count: 7.8k

synopsis: Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker. And when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either. That was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.

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a/n: ok so this has turned into a three part series!! the next part will likely be a bit shorter, but i wanted to wrap up the story properly and i felt that needed it’s own separate part. i’m gonna post a masterlist for this series tomorrow, and i might write some drabbles for this fic to add to it once it’s finished if anyone has any hc/drabble ideas they’d like to send in?? i need to stop rambling so much lmao,,, please enjoy!!

Sunsets; consisting of an array of warm tones, reds and oranges bleeding into each other, casting a dim, natural light over cities before the artificial yellow beaming of street lamps lit up the world instead. A comforting reminder that every bad day eventually ends, but a sad reminder that every perfect day ends too.

In your case, they’d been unsettling ends to a continuous string of perfect days. And following those, a bright sunrise poured light through your windows every morning, indicating that you were one day closer to the end of the summer.

Currently, the deep, warm sky was the background of a blissful ride through the city. Perched on the back of Bucky’s motorcycle, your arms enveloping his waist, fingertips grazing lightly over his stomach through his shirt. No destination in particular; just an excuse to be close to one another.

Since the night at Wanda’s bar, the night where you simply let yourself begin to feel for Bucky, things had been different. Better.

Rides around the city were a frequent occurrence, usually happening when Bucky offered to take you home on his bike, but taking the long way back to enjoy the view and the feeling of you next to him for a short while longer.

It was therapeutic, tranquil. Well, until your road rage got the best of you.

“Dude, it’s a green light,” You shouted at the car in front you. “Green means go, didn’t you learn that in kindergarten?”

“Christ, you realise you’re yellin’ straight in my ear, right?”

“Sorry, Buck,” You patted his chest apologetically, before proceeding to yell once again. “Not my fault some people don’t know how traffic lights work!”

It was entertaining to Bucky, anyway. Even if it did earn you some middle fingers, which you gladly returned.

As the sky began to lose its vibrant hue, the two of you headed back in the direction of your place, definitely your least favourite part of the ride, but you savoured it nevertheless.

You were friends. Teasing each other incessantly because you just bounced off one another like that, but you often found yourself gravitating towards him. During meals at the clubhouse, you sat in the same spot as you did when you entered the place for the first time; right next to Bucky. While that likely meant for Steve and Peggy that they were in for a painful time, consisting of them slowly losing their patience with you both, they didn’t mind. Well, they did a little.

It’d been almost two hours since you started your game of Monoply. You weren’t sure if you were anywhere near the end of the game, but everyone was still pretty into it. Clint and Sam were paired up as a team, Steve and Peggy shared the little top-hat token, you and Bucky had the wheelbarrow, and Natasha had the car. She claimed she worked better when was on her own team, which was proved to be true by the fact she was winning.

It was Steve and Peggy’s turn to roll, and their top hat was moved to land on the ‘Boardwalk’ space.

“Oh, that’s our space!” You chirped. “Pay up, my dudes.”

“_____, you don’t have a house on that space.”

“Well, could you pass me one? I want this space.”

“You have to buy one.”

“Then I’ll buy one.”

Peggy sighed. “It’s not your turn, you can’t buy a house. Your token isn’t even on that space.”

You furrowed your brows, turning to Bucky. Maybe you should’ve read the rules before playing; you’d never actually played Monoply before. “Oh. That kinda sucks then.”

After a moment, Bucky reached over to the little bag of houses, picking one out and placing it on the Boardwalk space.

“Buck, that’s cheating.” Steve glared at his friend, who only shrugged innocently.

“She’s never played before, let her just have the damn house.”

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause she’s on your team, jerk.”

Bucky just shrugged again, turning to shoot you a wink as you smirked in satisfaction and placing your little house on the space, missing Steve and Peggy sharing a look of annoyance as they passed a pile of yellow bills over to you.

It was safe to say the two of you weren’t allowed to play as a team during board games anymore. Natasha always won the games anyway, so it’s not like you and him cheating made much of a difference.

You thought things were moving smoothly with Bucky. You knew that you liked him, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew that — it was pretty fucking obvious at this point. But it would be a rather dumb move to escalate things even if you wanted to. The summer would be over in two months, one third of it was already gone, and you would be too by the beginning of September. Naively, you’d told yourself that you simply wouldn’t take things further. Easy enough, right?

Wrong; so very wrong. You’d proved to yourself that you seriously needed to stop acting impulsively on one fateful after a day spent at the clubhouse.

You’d been about to leave, but had decided to head off to the office where Bucky had been pretty much all evening while everyone else was out in the backyard, which was odd considering you would’ve assumed he’d be the last to not spend the night drinking beer and hanging out with friends over, well, anything else.

You knocked loudly on the door, hearing shuffling and the clicking of a computer keyboard before a quiet ‘come in’ followed. Furrowing your brows, you stepped into the room, eyes landing on the biker slumped in the chair at the desk, forcing a small smile. Did he really think your were that oblivious?

“You’ve been hiding in here all night,” You approaches the desk, crossing your arms over your chest. “Is there something you wanna share with the class?”

Bucky’s eyes flickered between the computer screen and your face, before he shook his head. “Just dealin’ with club stuff.”

“Hm, and what counts as club stuff?”

“It’s stuff you don’t need to worry about.”

You scoffed. “Huh, what happened to not doing stuff you shouldn’t be? Not getting into trouble?”

“Do you ever mind your own business?” Bucky questioned bluntly, though there was a smirk tugging at his lips.

Mirroring his expression, you leaned against the desk next to him. “Not when someone is clearly trying to hide something.

The biker bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating for a few moments. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. Sure, he’d only known you around a month now, but you were... his friend. A good friend. He just didn’t want you mixed up in anything dangerous. Steve wasn’t lying when he said that the club tried to stay out of trouble, because they definitely didn’t go out of their way to get into shitty situations. But if they needed to get their hands a little dirty to deal with clubs that thrived off trouble, then so be it.

Eventually, Bucky sighed, moving a hand back over his computer mouse and letting the screen light up again. Crinkling your brows, your eyes scanned the screen. He’d been looking at a map of Brooklyn, and the little red location pointer was pinned onto a warehouse downtown.

“Peter Parker, he’s just a kid. Parents died when he was barely five, lost his uncle a few years back. He lives at home with his aunt in Queens since he’s still in school, but we sorta took him in a while ago. The night after his uncle died, Tony found him on the sitting on the curb a few blocks away from here, completely distraught. He managed to talk him down though, and found out he was pretty good with engineering. We said if he wanted, he could help out with fixing bikes and cars at the clubhouse, and he comes by every so often since then.”

You didn’t know Tony that well; he was a little older than the rest of the club, and he lived outside of the clubhouse with his wife, Pepper. You hadn’t met Peter at all, but you trusted Bucky when he said that he was a good kid.

“Last week, he showed up to the here with a busted lip and broken nose. Said that Rumlow and his guys had jumped him, and that they wanted him to do a job for them — collect a weapon shipment from this warehouse.” Bucky nodded towards the screen.

At the mention of Brock Rumlow, you felt your jaw tighten. Thankfully, he’d kept his distance from Wanda’s bar since your last encounter with him, but you were still pissed off about the show he put on there, and there was nothing you regretted more than not jumping over the bar top and kicking him in the balls. Now he’d resorted to threatening a kid and making him do his dirty work?

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Peter’s meant to meet the guy delivering the weapons next week, so I’m gonna take Nat, Sam and Tony down to the warehouse and deal with any of Rumlow’s guys that are nearby.”

Upon seeing your face light up, Bucky chuckled, standing from his seat. “And no, you can’t come.”

“Bucky, I’m not a woman of many talents, but if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s handing people’s asses to them.” You lifted your chin confidently.

“Baby—”

You held a finger up to shush him. “Okay, I know I said that I liked when you call me that, but not now. Brock is the guy that grabbed me, Buck. And the guy that punched you in the face!”

“I know, and we’ll deal with him,” A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Besides, I thought you weren’t part of any club. Can’t do club stuff if you’re not a member.”

“Well, not that I want to... but how would one go about becoming part of your little gang?” You weren’t lying; you definitely did not want to be a damn biker, but you did want the chance to boot Brock Rumlow and his group of dipshits in the face.

“You could become an old lady.” The biker cocked a brow, and you chuckled heartily.

Not that you were up to date with the biker lingo, but you could take a good guess at what being an old lady meant. “Hm, if only there was someone that wanted me to be their old lady.”

Narrowing his eyes, Bucky glanced over your features, waiting for you to laugh and brush the comment off as a joke since the majority of your vocabulary was sarcasm, but you didn’t. The corners of your lips curled up slightly, not teasingly, but softly...

...Until you became painfully aware of the silence that’d fell upon the two of you, and let out a sigh to break it. It was already late when you were supposed to leave, anyway. Now, the dim moonlight was casting shadows outside of the office window, the only source of bright light being the yellow streams from lampposts dotted up and down the quiet street.

“Well, I should get going.” You reluctantly stepped back from him.

“You don’t have to go, you know. Peggy stays overnight when it’s late.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, cause Peggy has a boyfriend that she can share a bed with.”

“Hey, I’ve got a double bed.” Bucky teased, and you’d be lying if you said sleeping next to him in his bed didn’t make you feel a certain type of way.

Though, you definitely wouldn’t let him know that. “You’re stupid, Bucky.”

He shrugged, following you as you continued for the door of the office. “I mean, even if I had a single—”

“I would still not be getting in your bed,” You deadpanned, finishing his sentence for him and promoting the stupidly hot little smirk of his to appear again. “Okay, now I’m leaving. Goodbye, Bucky.”

“I’ll give you a ride.”

“No you will not,” You breathed out a laugh. “There are two bottles of beer on that desk and death isn’t on the cards for me tonight — can’t get rid of me that easily.”

A look of realisation washed over his face, a pink colour tinting his cheeks. Was Bucky Barnes blushing? That was certainly a sight, and what a sight it was.

“S’alright — I don’t wanna get rid of you,” The biker stepped in front of you, dangerously close as your back hit the door. “Not yet, anyway.”

You couldn’t lie; Bucky was hot, he was beautiful. Even when he was being a sarcastic ass, but he was just as much one of them as you were. God dammit, as much as you wanted to slap yourself for letting your insides melt for a guy you didn’t know all that well, you knew that if you didn’t fucking kiss him right this second that you’d regret the hell out of it later.

And so, you did.

You grabbed the collar of the leather jacket he never failed to make an appearance without— or perhaps he just had a lot of leather jackets, though leather jackets didn’t necessarily need washed so it was probably the same jacket— not the time, _____. Carrying on, you swiftly captured his lips with yours, relief washing through you as you felt him react almost immediately. Almost, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to do that.

The kiss was gentle; gentle enough so that you could simply savour the feeling of his lips on yours, the taste a mixture of smoke and minty chewing gum. It was slow, but quick. Bucky didn’t even have the chance to move his hands to your waist before you pulled back, raising your hand to trace his bottom lip with your thumb.

“You still planning on getting rid of me?” You grinned, amused by the biker’s dumbfounded expression.

He laughed breathily after a couple of seconds, nose nudging yours playfully. “Not if you keep kissin’ me like that, baby.”

“Hm, maybe you’ll just get lucky again.” You pushed at his chest softly, letting you step forward and open the door to leave the office.

Bucky let out a scoff. “You’re really just gonna leave? After that?”

You shrugged, cocking a brow. “I mean, I could stay if you let me come with you next week...”

“No chance,” He smiled smugly. “Shut the door on your way out, will you?”

“You know what? I’m never kissing you again.”

“Whatever you say, _____.”

You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone, turning to make your way out of the room. “And I’m leaving the door open!”

“Hm, get home safe.” He called back.

Trying to bite back a smile as you looked over your shoulder back at him, you mouthed a final goodbye and left the office, a rush of feelings suddenly emerging as you stepped out of the clubhouse and onto the street.

You’d just kissed Bucky. You had kissed Bucky. And he had kissed you back. Well, shit.

Did you need to talk about it with him? What it meant for the two of you? Did he just kiss you for the fun of it or did he actually have feelings for you? Ugh. You’d always hated serious conversations, because apparently using sarcasm to cover up actually talking about your feelings was inappropriate and unhealthy. That’s what Peggy always told you, anyway. Perhaps there was no conversation to be had. Bucky could be your summer fling; a couple of months of fun before you were off on your travels again. The only reason he kissed you back might’ve been because he knew you were leaving eventually, which meant he didn’t have to commit to you.

Whatever — you were simply going to go with the flow. If you and Bucky ended up becoming... something more, that would be great. If not, you’d be slightly disappointed, but you’d be out of Brooklyn soon enough to forget about it.

And now, as you tightened your arms around the biker’s waist, you just enjoyed the moment. As someone that rarely stayed in a city for longer than a couple of weeks, enjoying the moment was all that you could do.

* * *

“Pegs, I am working. You can’t just call and ask me this kinda stuff during a shift.”

“I certainly can, especially when I had to hear it first from Steve.”

A strained sign fell from your lips as you leaned against bar, checking that no customers were approaching the counter before you turned your back. “I was gonna tell you, I promise. I didn’t think Bucky was gonna kiss and tell as soon as it happened.”

“I don’t think it was exactly a kiss and tell situation,” Peggy chuckled over the phone. “Steve said it was written all over his face after you’d left the clubhouse.”

Feeling heat rushing to your own face, you lowered your head, hoping no one was observing the bartender getting all embarrassed. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell Peggy about your kiss with Bucky. She was your best friend, of course you wanted to tell her. But considering that you weren’t really sure what direction you and him were going in, you thought perhaps that it’d be better to just keep it between you and him, like a Danny and Sandy situation — if everyone had known about their summer affair, it wouldn’t have been the same.

“Can you... tell him to not question Bucky about it?” You asked. “You told me he’d never been in a proper relationship before and neither have I. I think we need to work out... whatever we are ourselves, you know?”

Since the kiss, you hadn’t had the chance to even see Bucky that much. Wanda had been asking you to work more shifts at the bar because one of your co-workers was going on vacation for two weeks, which you didn’t mind doing. Other than hanging out with Peggy and seeing everyone at the clubhouse, it’s not like you had much better to do. Plus, it meant more money to put towards your travels at the end of the summer. At the rate you were earning and including what you already had saved up, you’d be getting your dream London trip a lot sooner than you’d thought.

“Of course, I understand,” She replied. “_____, I— I don’t want to play devil’s advocate, but have you thought about what’ll happen when summer ends? When you leave Brooklyn?”

The thought had crossed your mind, yes, though it was also pushed to the back of your mind whenever it popped up. In all honesty, you had zero clue what’d happen when you left Brooklyn again.

“Nope,” You said defeatedly. “Do I need to think about that now? What if we don’t even last until the end of summer?”

From the pause in conversation, you could just tell that Peggy knew you were bullshitting. “Okay, I’m going to pretend you did not just say that. You don’t just kiss guys, _____. And Bucky doesn’t get all flushed from kissing any old woman. It’s obvious you two click easily, and I honestly don’t think it’s something that can just end once you leave.”

The girl was right, she was completely right, but you weren’t sure what the hell you were supposed to do. It’s not like you could stay in Brooklyn forever and abandon your travels. That wasn’t who you were; staying wouldn’t be you being true to yourself. You couldn’t throw that away for a man you barely knew, a guy that possibly may not want you anymore after the summer ends, though there was a large part of you that didn’t believe that.

“I can’t talk about this right now, Peggy, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the kiss earlier, everything is just... it’s just confusing,” You rambled, wanting to steer the conversation away from your love life for the night. It was nearing nine o’clock, and with an hour still left of your shift, you didn’t want to waste your energy on a conversation that could be had another time. “Anyway, how is everyone? Has Steve heard from Bucky?”

This night was also the night that poor Peter Parker was meant to be carrying out Rumlow’s dirty work, and Bucky was going to get his club to back off. Well, hopefully. He’d already been punched in the face by that bastard once, you hoped that he’d be able to avoid having that happen again. You’d texted him earlier, telling him to let you know when he was home and safe because you would, in fact, worry about him. He teased you for your concern, but you frankly didn’t care. The fact they were having Peter pick up a weapon shipment implied that they wanted to use them to hurt people, and opposing biker clubs seemed like the type of people they’d target.

“They’ve been out an hour, so they should hopefully be back soon,” Peggy assured you. “We haven’t heard from them yet, though.”

“Right,” You exhaled, a little upset that there was no update from them. The sound of the door opening a few metered behind you reminded you that you were still at work, and that you should probably say goodbye to Peggy for the time being. “I’ve gotta go, Pegs — duty calls. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Alright, darling. Be careful going home.”

With a quiet ‘will do’, you quickly ended the phone call and shoved the device into your jean pocket, turning around to identify the source of the footsteps getting closer to the bar. Well, fuck.

An ugly smirk, scruffy jaw, messy hair — Brock fucking Rumlow was standing right in front of you.

You could’ve laughed, in fact, you did laugh. He was back, even after the embarrassing show he put on last time he was at the bar, and this time, he was alone.

Putting back the glass you’d pulled out from under the bar on instinct, because there was no way you were serving him, you cocked a brow, waiting for him to make the first move.

He slid onto the stool in front of you, the same place he’d sat during his last visit. There was a short silence as his dark eyes roamed your face, before he exhaled heavily. “You not gonna ask for my order?”

“No.” You answered instantly. It looked like he was expecting the cold shoulder from the way he chuckled at your answer.

You wanted to ask what he was doing here, why he wasn’t down at that random warehouse making sure the teenager he manipulated was doing the job correctly, but you didn’t imagine it was a good idea to let on that Bucky was telling you about that sort of stuff. He’d probably try to hurt him as opposed to you, and you didn’t want to put Bucky in any unnecessary shit.

“You know, it’s against the law to refuse service to an innocent customer.”

Clearly, he didn’t know the law at all, but you found it awfully ironic that he was claiming that you were in the wrong side of the law. You cocked your brow higher. “And you’re always abiding by the law, Brock?”

“What makes you think I’m not?” The man narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged nonchalantly. “Last time you were here, you were the one assaulting an innocent customer, and me.”

Brock scoffed. “You’re calling Barnes innocent?”

You only stared at him, waiting for an elaboration.

“Do you know where he is right now?”

Yes — dealing with your bullshit and the rest of your gang.

“Enlighten me.”

“A dirty warehouse across town, meeting a dude that’s sellin’ him weapons. Rifles, pistols, you name it.” He leaned forward on his elbows, pursing his lips.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you met his eyes, dark and full of hope that he’d somehow miraculously turned you against Bucky -- he was going to have to try a little harder than that if he wanted to sell his lies.

“Where are the rest of you pals, Brock?”

He furrowed his brows. “Down at the warehouse, shutting down the deal.”

“And why aren’t you with them, hm? I don’t think it’s ‘cause you decided you wanted a drink over the chance to screw Bucky and his club over.”

The guy clearly thought you were oblivious, that you’d be naive enough to believe that Bucky was the one having Peter collect the weapons instead of him. Maybe he thought it’d turn you against him, and then you’d carelessly join Rumlow’s club without a second thought. Even if Bucky hadn’t told you anything, there wasn’t a thing that could come out of Rumlow’s mouth that could convince you Bucky’s club was doing anything of the sort.

Unfortunately, the comment seemed to tip the conversation in the exact way you hadn’t wanted it to.

Brock’s jaw clenched, eyes hardening as he sat up properly on the stool. “What’s he been tellin’ you, huh?”

“I think it’s time for you to go, Brock.” You glared at the man. There was no way you were letting him sit and annoy the shit out of you when you weren’t going to serve him.

“You see,” He laughed emptily. “If Barnes has been spillin’ things that he shouldn’t be, I need to know. Can’t have any false information spreading.”

“False information, right,” You muttered. In your defense, all you knew about his club was about them manipulating Peter. Though you could assume that wasn’t the only stupid shit they were doing, you didn’t know anything else for sure. “Well, you’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything, so get out of here.”

Brock tutted, rising from his seat and cracking his knuckles. “You’re a good liar, but I ain’t buyin’ it.”

“That’s not my problem,” You glowered, loving quickly around the bar to pace towards the door, opening it in an attempt to lure him out. “You need to go, or I’ll call Wanda over.”

Stalking towards you, the man shook his head. “If Barnes thinks he can tell his little girlfriend all of our business, he’s a fucking idiot,” He took a grasp on your wrist, his other hand curling into a fist. “Someone’s gotta show him what the consequences of that are.”

Anger flashed in your eyes as you struggled against his grip. “Get off me, dude. I don’t know anything.”

“Liar.” He murmured, before taking his fist and colliding it with your cheek abruptly.

A groan of pain left your lips as you stumbled back, the clutch on your wrist gone as Brock eyed you cautiously. Carefully, you brought your hand to where you’d been hit, blood quickly staining your fingertips as they grazed over the cuts on your skin from Brock’s rings. He’d hit you. That stupid, fucking son of a bitch had punched you. If there was any justifiable reason for you to kick him in the balls, this was it, and you were going to take advantage of the opportunity.

He definitely thought you were done with him for the night; you could tell by the way his chapped lips curled into a sick smile. He thought he’d won — how cute.

When your parents made you take self-defense classes ‘just as a precaution’ when you were a teenager, you thought it was unreasonable. Now, you’d never been more thankful.

Brushing your hair out of your face, your eyes flickered up to Brock, who was still staring down at you. Slowly, you moved so that your back was pressed against the closed bar door, clasping your hands around the long metal handle. The man assumed you were just catching your breath, and wasn’t ready for when you forcefully pushed your body forward, raising a booted foot and slamming it into his crotch.

A string of swear words fell from his lips as his upper body fell forward, Fuck it, you thought, striding over to his hunched over form and smashing your own fist against his cheek. He staggered back, just catching himself on the bar. Eyes wide, he raised his head to scowl at you, spitting blood from his freshly split lip onto the floor beside him.

From the other side of the bar, Wanda jogged over to the scene, an unimpressed scowl on her face. “What the hell is going on?”

The woman knew it wasn’t you causing the trouble, and there was even a smug smirk threatening to peak through her annoyed demeanor at the sight of Brock Rumlow with a split lip. She strode over to him, pulling him up harshly by the collar of his jacket.

“You’re banned from this bar. If I see you in here again, you’re getting a bullet straight through your gut, yes?” Wanda practically spat at the man, who nodded reluctantly and pulled away from her grasp. She turned to you, a small smile on her lips. “_____, you’re free to go early. Do you need...?”

Wanda eyed your cut cheek and bruised jaw, but you only shook your head. “Thanks, Wan, but I’ll just head home.”

The strawberry-blond nodded, sending a final glare towards Brock before heading back behind the bar.

Of course, your stubborn self wouldn’t let yourself leave without having the last word, causing you to approach him as he haphazardly stood from where he’d fallen. “If I ever have the displeasure of seeing you again, and you try to hurt me or anyone else, I’ll cut off your fingers and force them down your throat, you got that?”

Before you could wait for an answer, you were spinning around and heading out the double doors of the bar, ignoring the throb on the left side of your face as a satisfied smirk crept onto your lips. You’d never considered yourself to be a violent person, but when it came to assholes like Brock Rumlow, you didn’t mind getting your hands a little dirty. When you told Peggy about what happened, she’d likely scold you for even just mouthing back at him. You had zero regrets, however. You’d always wanted to experience a bar fight, and now you’d experienced one first hand.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Stretching out your aching knuckles, you swiped it from your jeans.

Back at the clubhouse safe and sound. You want me to pick you up from work in an hour?

You chuckled under your breath, typing out a response.

Can you come up now? Wanda let me off early.

Sure, I’ll be there soon. Did you do something special to get off at this time?

Pausing, you debated whether to let him know straight away about the incident. You decided against it; when he saw your face, he’d figure it out soon enough.

Something like that...

After twenty minutes of aimlessly standing outside of the bar, the familiar roar of a motorcycle engine caught your attention. As the bike came to a stop, the beaming headlights had you squinting to even make out the outline of Bucky in the dark. However, judging by the speed at which he was dismounting the bike, you were sure that the light had allowed him to see the state of you.

“Holy shit, _____,” Bucky paced over to you, hands coming to your shoulders. “What the hell happened?”

You let out a hesitant laugh. “Uh, rough shift?”

Scoffing, the biker narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, looks like it. What— are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” You assured him, removing his hands from your shoulders and squeezing them comfortingly. “Trust me, you should see the other guy.”

“You were fighting?”

“Bucky,” You intervened, for now deciding against telling him that it was in fact Brock Rumlow you’d gotten on the wrong side of. It’d only result in him marching into the bar himself and starting another disturbance, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Wanda pulled out her pistol again. “C’mon, can we go? My house, the clubhouse, wherever — I’ll explain when half of my face isn’t aching like hell.”

The man paused, eyeing you cautiously before a soft chuckle left his lips. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” You patted his chest, plastering on a smile. “Now come on; I didn’t wait this long to clean you up when you got decked across the face.”

With an amused eye roll, Bucky tugged on your hand and led you to the bike. He’d never seen someone so calm after getting a punch to the face, but then again — as cliché as it was — he’d never met anyone like you before.

Half an hour later, the biker had you sat on the counter-top in one of the bathrooms at the clubhouse, standing between your legs and gently dabbing at your cut with a wet cloth. The bleeding had stopped by the time you got to the clubhouse, but it still needed cleaned up. You were holding a cool ice pack to your jaw, watching him intently as he took care of you. Might as well take the opportunity to stare at the guy, right?

“I’m gonna put some antiseptic cream on the cut, just to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” He muttered, reaching for the tub of it in the wooden cabinet above you.

“Are you getting a sense of déjà vu too?” You quirked a brow, eliciting a smirk from him.

“Hm, a little bit; I guess we both just can’t avoid trouble,” Bucky cupped your jaw as he applied the cream, chuckling when you mumbled a ‘motherfucker’ under your breath at the sting. “You gonna tell me what happened?”

“Well,” You sighed. “Long story short... Brock Rumlow happened.”

Pulling back, Bucky furrowed his brows and waited for you to elongate the story, but you only shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. You knew that Brock being involved would only fuel a rage that he couldn’t relieve.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a frustrated laugh falling from his lips. “Rumlow did this to you? Why didn’t you tell me at the bar? Was he still there? I would’ve went in there and—”

“I know exactly what you would’ve done; why do you think I waited until now to tell you?” Though you were smiling, Bucky was still understandably apprehensive. Pursing your lips, you grabbed one of his loosely clenched fists and held it in your lap. “I meant it when I said ‘you should’ve seen the other guy’ — Brock’s face looks the same as mine and he got a boot to the balls. Plus, I think his ego was bruised enough without someone else going in there and knockin’ his lights out.”

Sighing, Bucky shook his head, unable to suppress a small grin. He never underestimated your power; anyone would be a fool to do so. When you were angry, you showed it. When someone hit you, you hit them back harder, metaphorically and literally. It wasn’t even that you had a short temper, you just didn’t put up with people’s shit, and Bucky highly admired that. “Well, I’m jealous of anyone that was there to see it — I bet it was damn hot.”

You scoffed, though seconds later you were shrugging in agreement. “It definitely was, you would’ve loved it.”

While he returned the first-aid stuff to their rightful places in the bathroom, you explained to Bucky what had gotten Brock so riled up. He wasn’t surprised that Brock tried to convince you that he was the bag guy in all of this; he’d tried to do it with Peggy too when she first started dating Steve. In his misogynistic mind, he thought that women were naive enough to be persuaded of anything that he wanted them to believe, and that by getting you on his side would mean he’d ‘won’ over Bucky. Perhaps he’d learned his lesson that night to not underestimate a woman’s power — dumbass.

Down at the warehouse, they’d managed to get Peter out of there before the person delivering the weapon shipment could arrive. There were one or two of Rumlow’s guys there keeping watch, but without him, they ran away like scared children. You teased Bucky about being a ‘big bad biker’ as he explained the night to you, but he insisted it was Natasha that had them crapping their pants; she never usually made an effort to hide the set of knives on her hip, and she apparently had a death-stare that could have anyone shaking in their boots. With him being banned from Wanda’s bar and unsuccessful with his plan of using Peter, they doubted Brock Rumlow would show his face around the area for a while. He’d only be embarrassing himself if he did.

Not long after your cut had been tended to and the pain in your jaw had subsided, you found yourself once again fighting the temptation to stay the night at the clubhouse — the temptation being a whiny biker named Bucky Barnes.

“But you’ve had a rough day,” He bargained, following after you as you made your way to the front door of the clubhouse. “It’ll save you the ride back if you stay.”

Chortling lightly, you turned around to face him. “A rough day? Buck, I gave an asshole a well-deserved kick in the balls, I’ve had a great day.”

“But what about your cheek? It might start bleeding again and—”

“Bucky,” You cut him off, biting back a smile. “Why do you really want me to stay?”

There was a short pause, heat pooling in the biker’s cheeks at the question as he raised a brow, silently asking you if he was supposed to actually answer the question. When you only quirked your own brow, he sighed, his lips curling into a fond smile. “...because I don’t like it when you leave? ‘Cause I like you a whole lot and I really wanna kiss you again?”

Slowly, you trailed a slightly bruised hand up his chest, stopping at the nape of his neck to tangle your fingers in the hair there. “You should’ve just lead with the kiss, biker.”

Before you could notice the doting grin on his lips, Bucky had looped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest, soft lips locking with yours tenderly. Your other arm was quick to wrap around his neck as you found yourself wanting to be impossibly closer to him. You tugged at his hair, eliciting a deep moan from his lips, and you pulled away with a satisfied smirk.

“So you’ll stay?” Bucky spoke against your lips, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“If you keep kissing me like that.” You imitated his words from your last kiss, to which he shook his head and clasped his hand around yours, leading you out of the hallway and up to his room.

You hoped the rest of the club were asleep, because from the thump of your body being pushed against Bucky’s bedroom door after he’d dragged you inside and shut it, you were sure that they could assume who was causing the racket at almost midnight.

Bucky’s mouth was on yours in a matter of seconds, hands cupping your jaw, carefully avoiding pressing against the side that was bruised. Meanwhile, your fingers gently traced across the hem of his t-shirt, riding it up so that the pads of your fingers came into contact with his lower stomach, ghosting over the waistband of his jeans. He stepped back momentarily, shoving his leather jacket down his arms and letting it fall to the floor.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your jacket,” You breathed. “It’s like you’re naked already.”

“Who said anything about getting naked?” He teased, hands coming to trace over your own exposed stomach. “Someone’s eager.”

“You’re stupid,” You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a grin. “Coming from the guy who just said he liked me, sap.”

“Real mature,” He snickered, riding your shirt up to your chest and tugging it off when you raised your arms to aid him. His lips moved to the crook of your neck, trailing light kissed along the soft skin there. “I meant it, though. I really like you, baby.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his attached to a certain spot on your neck, your hand fisting his shirt in response. You didn’t even have to say it back; it was obvious that you felt the same way about him in pretty much every way. The way your body was reacting to his, the breathy way that his name was falling from your swollen lips, and the fact you’d kissed him the week prior was a good indicator too.

“And you said you’d never get in my bed.” Bucky smirked after helping you pull off his own shirt.

“Technically, I’m not in your bed yet.”

“Yet,” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before trailing his hand down your jaw, along the curve of your shoulder and down to the hem of your bra. “Can’t wait to have you there, moaning all pretty for me.”

Your face grew hot at his words, but his lips were on yours again too quickly for him to notice. When he eventually pulled back for air, you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Hm, let’s not wait any longer then.”

And he didn’t let you wait any longer, leaning down to kiss you with a passionate hunger as he dragged you by both of your hands to his bed. Maybe it was the way he didn’t rush, that he took time memorizing every inch of your skin with gentle lips and wandering hands. Maybe it was the sighs and moans of pleasure that he’d managed to draw from you so easily, or the way he whispered praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he positioned himself comfortably between your legs. But after the two of you had reached your highs and were left grinning like idiots and panting for breath, you realised how fucking hard you’d fallen for the damn biker who’d somehow gotten you in his bed.

* * *

Soft snores gradually drew you from your slumber, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks before you eventually squinted your eyes open. It couldn’t have been any later than 5am; daylight was peaking through the curtains of the bedroom, but the world outside was still quiet. Quiet for New York, anyway.

Bucky had his arms tucked under his pillow, face buried into the cotton, lips parted, brown strands of hair falling in front of his face. Back muscles relaxed, shoulders raising slightly as he breathed quietly. He looked pretty like that, innocent even. Innocent in comparison to what occurred in his bed the night before.

As you idly observed him in his peaceful state, you couldn’t help but think about what Peggy had said to you earlier the prior night. She was right, as always. Especially after the night you’d just had with him, there was no way that your feelings for Bucky would just leave along with you leaving after summer. Perhaps sleeping with him was the stupidest decision you’d ever made. Perhaps it would’ve just been easier to not stay the night and pretend like you’d never kissed him in the first place. But you didn’t want that. You wanted him, even if you could only have him for the summer.

A muffled moan jerked your attention away from your thoughts and back to the man laying next to you, who was shifting as he began to wake, the muscles in his back flexing as he did so. It was a sight you could get used to for sure.

Soon enough, his baby blues met yours, a lazy smile overcoming his lips. “Watching me sleep?”

“No.” You denied, though he could see straight through the lie.

He hummed, reaching a hand out to trace over your bruised cheek. You leaned into the touch. “Still hurt?”

“Not really. Had a good doctor fix it up last night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, he slept with me afterwards which I thought was a little inappropriate...”

The biker scoffed, enclosing an arm around your bare waist to pull you closer. Sloppy kisses were planted down your jaw to your shoulder, ghosting over the dark bruises he’d marked you with only hours ago.

“I’ll miss you, you know. When you have to leave.” Bucky murmured, pulling away and laying back down against the pillow, his nose grazing yours.

You smiled sadly, pushing some of the hair away from his face. “Do you think this was stupid of us? To start something that’s just gonna have to end in a month?”

“Maybe, yeah,” He mirrored your expression, voice still a little raspy. “But I don’t regret it.”

“Me neither,” You twirled a lock of his hair sigh your pointer finger. “What’re you gonna do without me, huh? You might have to find another girl to take rides with you at sunset.”

Bucky shook his head, squeezing your waist. “Nah, I think I’d rather ride solo. Won’t be the same without you just over my shoulder.”

“Even when I get road rage?”

“Especially when you get road rage.”

“Well, we should probably make the most of the time we have left,” You propped yourself up on one elbow, a smirk playing on your lips. “How about a ride while the sun rises?”

“Sounds perfect.” He loosened his hold on you, letting you roll away from him and swing your legs over the side of the bed.

“Mind if I take a shower first?”

“Mind if I take a shower with you?”

You thought for a moment. It’d be saving water, wouldn’t it? “Screw it, why not. C’mon, Buck.”

You scurried off to the bathroom, still naked as Bucky followed after you, suddenly not so tired anymore.

Perhaps the summer hadn’t went in the direction you’d been expecting, but you had no complaints about the turn that it’d taken. You’d never believed in fate or destiny, much like you’d never believed in love. However, you’d like to believe that you were meant to meet Bucky when you came back to Brooklyn at some point. You’d never met someone— someone so perfect for you, if you were being honest. He didn’t scold you for your sarcasm, or shame you for standing up for yourself. He responded to your teasing with his own, he knew how to make you laugh, how to make your cheeks hot and your knees weak. You were always on the exact same wavelength, always knowing how the other was feeling, being able to bring out the best in one another.

It seemed like a waste to spend the little time left at home thinking about summer ending, so you simply pushed it out of your mind. Enjoying the moment was something you’d learned to do over and over again, because that was all you could do in the life that you led.

The moments spent with Bucky Barnes were just going to be a little harder to let go of.

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