#and since I wasn't able to pick it up the package got returned and I didn't get the thing I bought. gfy

[acridid-s]

I just realized the guitar I ordered (directly from the music shop) hasn't arrived yet. I swear to fucking god, if it got lost-

[yccoffeesimp]

Dan Heng looked at the grey-furred animal that rested in your arms. The raccoon stared back at him, still resting in your hold. Dan Heng wasn't even aware of how you even got a hold of it, especially how it let you just pick it up so easily.

After all, this was just to be a nice outing in Belobog to distract yourselves from the stressful events that recently have passed. Dan Heng barely went out of his room, his nightmares more frequent. You weren't so sure how you could help him being his partner. So you made a plan for the two of you to spend the afternoon together would help him a bit. It worked a bit, it wasn't so busy in Belobog today. Dan Heng probably couldn't be able to handle it if it was.

But during your little evening out, you both stopped at a large trash dumpster. Hearing noises coming from it. Thinking it could be a Warp Trotter, Dan Heng got Cloud Piecer out, with you taking your weapon out. You slowly walked towards it before immediately jumping at whatever was making the sounds. You lightly squealed, causing Dan Heng to begin to walk toward you. You were kneeling on the ground, immediately imagining the worst, Dan Heng rushed to your side before he saw the raccoon you now held.

"Look, Dan Heng!" You smiled, slightly raising the mammal towards Dan Heng. "A raccoon?" He said, his shoulders falling a bit from the stress he had before now vanished. "Isn't it cute?" Dan Heng took a closer look at it. Soft grey fur with a patch of black fur on its face. It looked fairly cute but it had a little weird trash slop on its hands. "It is but I don't think you should be holding it.." He replied.

"Why not?" You asked, Dan Heng sighed. "It was just near a dumpster, there's no telling what it was doing or where it's been. Plus it could have several diseases for all we know." He answered."True.." You mumbled, looking at the raccoon in your arms. "Come now.. It's getting late, we should probably head back to the express now." You nodded in agreement, the both of you already heading back. Dan Heng and you soon arrived back at the Astral Express.

Pom-Pom being the first to greet you. "Well well, it's nice to see you two are safe and sound. Everyone else is already asleep or in their rooms." They said, the front lobby was empty. The lights dimmed, showing that everyone was in fact in the passenger cabin already. "Did we stay out that late?" You muttered to yourself. "It seems so.."

You and Dan Heng then walked to the archives, opening the door to the small yet always comforting room. Dan Heng's makeshift bed on the floor as always with an extra pillow beside it for you. As mentioned before he had his nightmares more frequently, so you began sleeping over to keep him company. Dan Heng took off his coat as you set down your bag.

"Imma go change into my other clothes in my room real quick before we head to bed, okay Dan Heng?" He nodded before you left. Your bag rested in a chair in the archives. It was silent as Dan Heng waited for you to return before something cluttered and the sound of something moving around sounded. Dan Heng looked around for a bit before the sound came once,

Dan Heng's gaze then landed on your bag. It was moving... As much as he respected your privacy and hated the idea of going through your bag to see what you had in there, he reluctantly walked towards it. Pulling back the zipper and opening the bag to reveal... "You've got to be kidding me.." He sighed, the same raccoon from before stared at him.

A small cookie in its hand that it seemed to have through the packaging it was in."Okay, I'm back- Oh.." You've returned to see Dan Heng holding your bag with the raccoon's head sticking out of it, munching on the cookie. "Care to explain why you have an animal in your bag?" He spoke. His tone was unreadable, you couldn't tell if he was annoyed, angry, or just tired. Maybe a mixture of three...

"Well, you see uh- Funny story.." "Mhm, I bet this will be interesting." "Well uh- It looked hungry and since we were already going back to the express. I let it into my bag and gave it some cookies..." You explained, rubbing the back of your neck.

Dan Heng's gaze made you a bit nervous cause you didn't know how this would end. Either with a lecture about bringing animals onto the express or a lecture about randomly taking animals. The possibilities were endless at this point. Your lover sighed once more. "Was bringing it on the Astral Express also within your plan.?"

"I mean... If I asked permission to keep it as a pet maybe?" You shrugged. "You can't keep a raccoon as a pet." Dan Heng groaned. "Who says I can't keep Jimmy as a pet."

"You can't keep- I'm sorry... Did you just call the raccoon Jimmy..." Dan Heng froze at you suddenly naming the animal. "What's wrong with the name Jimmy?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips. "I can't believe you already named it.." Dan Heng rubbed his temples, your bag set down on the same chair it was on before.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just tired.." Dan Heng said, his posture was slowly slumping. You walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Take a rest, I'll handle the raccoon." "Are you sure, I could go with you-" "Yes. I'll only be gone for a while but in that while, you should be resting." Dan Heng was about to say something else, but seeing how you really wouldn't back down from this, he stopped himself.

"Alright then, be safe.. and don't bring any other animals from Jarilo- VI.." "Can't make any promises." You shrugged. It was a few minutes before you left, the small animal going with you. Dan Heng turned to one of the tablets for the database. To pass the time of your absence, he figured to list something in a locked data folder.20 minutes passed before the door to the archives opened, Dan Heng turned to see you standing triumphantly, your bag was empty.

"Ta-da! I have returned!" You cheer. "Well done.." Dan Heng gave a short nod, his hands closing off the data folder he was in. "Now after a rather long day, would you agree that some rest is needed, oh wise Master Dan Heng." You smile, Dan Heng had a bland expression on his face, unamused by the title. "Please be normal for once." He replied.

"Augh- You wound me so.." You joke, walking to cut off the lights. Dan Heng was already under the covers of his makeshift bed before you crawled beside him. His head was on your chest while he melted into you. "Good night sleepy head.."

"Good night {name}.."

[mooodyblue]

when you love someone | late 60s!elvis x gn!reader

summary: you had a hard week and all elvis wants to do is make you feel better

wc: 1.7k

warnings: depression, mentions of anxiety, set after filming live a little love a little, gender neutral reader, written with my love and tears

note: 2 fics in one week ?? that's so crazy. i wrote this to comfort myself so i hope it's comforting to some of y'all too. somewhat inspired by this song. send in requests yall!! as always, may contain inaccuracies and mistakes. enjoy.

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you and elvis had been dating for a couple years now, meeting him on the set of one of his movies as an assistant. it was going well and you were happy to be able to travel with elvis whenever he was off filming. until word got out about your relationship and the colonel forbid you from stepping foot on set during this recent movie. not only would you be unable to see elvis for a long period of time, but you'd just lost your job as well. times like these made you grateful to have elvis around since he had offered to help you with rent until he could move you into graceland.

however, being home all alone was taking a toll on you. elvis was to return soon and you were a mess. you hadn't called him nor returned any of his phone calls in a week, dishes were piling up, and god knows when you last showered. you didn't even know what day it was. you'd been glued to your couch for the past week, refusing to get up for anything. elvis was probably worried about you but whatever. he's better off without you anyway, right?

you were on your fourth nap of the day, falling asleep to the sound of a random show on tv and drowning out the sounds of the telephone in the distance every hour or so. you didn't even realize elvis had shown up to your house.

he was grateful you had given him an extra key before he left since you didn't bother going to the door. the sight broke his heart. he first noticed the pile of mail he accidentally stepped on when he first walked in, picking it all up and bringing it to the living room where he saw you asleep peacefully, dirty dishes spread around the coffee table. it wasn't any better when he stepped foot in the kitchen, looking at a sink full of various pots and pans coated with dinner that must have been made three or four days ago. it was no wonder you hadn't returned his calls. he was worried sick about you. even being in your house, he was still worried, unsure of how you'd react to him being at your house when you woke up.

any other man would grab their things and leave, completely ignoring the state of a house this messy. but elvis wasn't any other man, he was your boyfriend and he adored you. it upset him terribly knowing you must of been feeling bad recently for your house, which was once kept so pristine, to end up in such a mess. the fact you'd have to clean this all up one day must have been adding on to your stress as well and he wasn't going to have that. time to get to work.

starting with the living room, he quietly began bringing dishes to the kitchen, washing, drying them and setting them back where they belong. he didn't forget the pots and pans either, scrubbing away for what felt like ages and laying them out to dry. he swept and wiped down the counters for you as well along with discarding any empty food packages you'd thrown around and hadn't bothered to pick up. you were still sound asleep by the time he finished cleaning the kitchen and living room so he went ahead and did your laundry too, not forgetting to fold and put away your clothes in the way you liked them organized.

he hated waking you up for anything, but it was getting late and he knew you'd regret napping like this so close to your usual bedtime. he kneeled down to the couch, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "hon?" he said, shaking you softly from your sleep.

you opened your eyes to a concerned elvis, looking at you with sad, tired eyes. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, your brain finally registering that your boyfriend was in your own home after being away for a month. "elvis?"

he flashed a smile at you. "hi baby, what's goin' on?"

you sat up slowly, patting down your unbrushed bed hair. you looked around, noticing the lack of dishes and the new cleanliness of your home. "what-elvis. please tell me you-"

"don't worry about it, it's the least i can do." he sat on the edge, leaning in to give you a much-needed kiss until you backed away from him, covering yourself. "don't. you shouldn't see me like this. i thought i had another week."

he frowned. "oh baby, you're still beautiful." he kissed you anyway, placing a hand on the side of your cheek. "i came home early cause you wouldn't answer my calls, i was worried sick, darlin'"

you turned away from him, avoiding eye contact, embarrassed. here he was, the most handsome man to ever exist on this earth was in front of you while you sat there with your unbrushed hair and clothes from a week ago. "i'm sorry."

he turned your face back towards him. "none of that, no apologizin'" he stood up and held out his hand. "lets go run you a bath, sound good?"

you took his hand as he took you to the bathroom, passing the kitchen and finding yourself feeling guilty for letting elvis do all of this for you, especially for letting him see you like this. he drew you a warm bath, helping you undress and helping you in as he sat on the edge of the tub, washing away a weeks worth of dirt from your hair and body. he was gentle with you. massaging your scalp with your favorite strawberry shampoo and rinsing it out carefully. you noticed the bathroom was cleaned too. there was that feeling of guilt again. you couldn't even look elvis in the eye, not even while he was humming one of the songs he used in a recent film as he conditioned your hair.

"which one was that?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"what? the conditioner? it's the strawberry one, did i use-"

you rolled your eyes playfully. "no, the song."

his lips perked up, chuckling softly. "i didn't even realize i was hummin'" he shook his head, moving onto rinsing your hair out again. "almost in love."

"excited to hear it." you murmured, running your hands through the soapy bath water.

"you'll like it." he reached for the towel behind him, drying your hair thoroughly. "at least i hope you do." he joked.

your face scrunched up as he went a little too rough drying your hair, mumbling a quiet 'sorry'. "why wouldn't i? i love everything you release."

he unplugged the drain and helped you out of the tub, handing you a towel for you to dry the rest of your body off as he fetched you some clean clothes. "is that right? don't lie now."

you dried yourself off, "yeah elvis, i hate everything you release." you said sarcastically as you put on your clothes. you tried to ignore how he also did your laundry for you, shaking off the guilt.

"there we go, that's what i like to hear." he joked. he picked up your brush and placed both hands on your face, giving you a quick kiss. "you're awful." you said. he grinned at you, tapping your nose with his finger. "aren't i just the worst?" he took your hand again, pulling you to your bedroom. he sat you on the edge of the bed as he got behind you, brushing away gently. you took a quick glance in the small mirror sitting on your dresser and watched as he brushed your hair. your eyes welled up with tears. you felt so undeserving of elvis and his kindness. the guilt was starting to eat away at you. there weren't enough words to describe how much you loved elvis and how well he treated you.

it wasn't long until elvis noticed your tears, setting the brush aside and turning you towards him. "oh no, baby. c'mere." he pulled you in a tight embrace, letting you cry into his shoulder as you held him tightly. "let it all out, i got you."

"i'm so sorry, you shouldn't have done any of this for me. i don't know what got into me, it's just been so hard." you said in between sobs. your anxiety finally caught up to you. losing your job and fearing you'd lose elvis too, you didn't know what you would do without him.

elvis rubbed your back up and down, letting you vent and cry. "i know hon, i know." he whispered. "'m here now. i'll take care of you." he had his own insecurities, often worrying about what fans think of his movies. how he was unhappy with how a lot of them turned out and how badly he wanted to move on from them. it was something he often spoke to you about. you were the one who made him not give up on his career, you gave him that boost he always needed. it was always you, now it was his turn for a change.

you apologized over and over again for making him take care of you. the tears just wouldn't stop. he released you from his embrace to crawl up to the headboard, you following shortly after. he pulled you in his lap as you rested your head on his chest, sniffling softly. "don't want to ever hear you apologize. none of this is your fault, you got that? i just wish you knew how much you mean to me." he said, running his fingers through your damp hair. "love you so much, little one. so damn much. wish i could take those nasty little thoughts from your head and deal with 'em myself."

"you don't wanna know what my thoughts are like, elvis. i wouldn't wish it on anyone." you mumbled.

he sighed. "i'm sorry you have to go through that, baby. you don't deserve that. at least i can make 'em go away for awhile." he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close.

"thank you for everything, really. i love you."

"love you too, little one. always will." he replied softly, going back to humming the same song from earlier as he rocked the two of you gently from side to side, leaving you in your own little world for a little while.

[restlesscrybaby]

13? ,:D

For the au prompt list

WOOO SOUNDS SO FUNNN

13. Quarantined together AU.

~ JACK HORNER X READER ~

~ QUARANTINED TOGETHER. ~

~ CONTENT WARNING : SMUT. ~

~ SMUT INCLUDES : DEGRADTION, DUB-CON AT FIRST, HAIR-PULLING, FACEFUCKING, BLOWJOB, ETC. ~

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( THERES PLATONIC ONES AND THEN ROMANTIC ONES SINCE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT EXACTLY TO DO :3c )

PLATONIC.

Oh god, you wondered how this happened.

The town had been reported to have some kind of virus, it was almost like the flu but it was worse. Reports practically pinging all radios could be accessed. Any newspapers that could produce the latest news on it, any and everything they could get to.

But, hey.

You were stuck with your boss, you had been helping him move around his home. But, on the radio that resided upon his kitchen counter, blared a scratchy voice that let it was almost hard to differentiate between what he was saying. But, it let you know, with the loud blaring siren at the very start, that you had to quarantine. Only to leave to collect things that you needed. Whoever you were stuck with, you had to stay there. For safety.

You turned your head towards him, as you watched his nose scrunch with disgust at the very idea. But, like a moment of realization, his eyes widened and his head suddenly snapped towards you.

You?

His WORKER?

GAH. How stupid.

He hissed towards you, as his slapped a hand to his forehead. His eyes closing with irritation as he sighed out. He waved his other hand, signaling you to go get your belongings. But, you sighed, and nodded. It was going to be a long.. However long it was going to be. You couldn't tell.

Of course, you were able to slip away, to get in one of his carriages. Of course, he let you. You promised on your life it wouldn't get hurt along the way. Or, you would pay the consequences.

Well.

It took a lootttt of convincing for him to let you take a carriage to pick up your belongings.

You brought them back, sitting in the comfy seats of the inside of the carriage. It was adorned with red cushions, the wooden parts coated a luxurious dark lavender with some colored garnish. You felt special, but you didn't do much of anything. You made sure it stayed safe.

You returned back, as you easily slipped inside. Going back and forth to bring in some.bags of stuff you brought.

You didn't dare ask if he'd like to go to your place.

He wasn't going to go there. He preferred his home.

It was already a long day,

Running around, bringing him things, like some maid.

Hell, you even cooked him a large dinner. God damn! It was a struggle, but you did it. Some rich fancy food, you didn't care to read the name, you only made it with the recipe you read in some kind of fancy cookbook. Meh, food was food, he was sure to like it. You worked too hard for him to dislike it anyway.

He liked it, luckily. You put hard work into making sure it was perfect for him.

Soon, it was time for bed. You could hear the shower water splash against the walls of his large shower, everything must've been custom made for him to even dare fit inside. Some steam exited from below his bathroom door, as you rolled your eyes. You walked to your guest bedroom, finally leaving his room after having to grab him some things before he got in. You stood infront of the sink, picking up the guest toothbrush, fresh and hidden under the cardboard that encased it. You pulled and tore open the packaging, as you held it up. The bristles fresh, the grip on it wasn't too bad. You turned on the sink, as some water gushed out of the faucet. However, you picked up the toothpaste. Boring.. everything was like home.

But now you were stuck here with him.

At first, he's really... Still himself. Still angry, still stern, still sophisticated.

However.

Throughout the days, as hours passed, soon turning to days, soon turning to weeks, soon to months.

You and him got more comfy.

Becoming best friends.

At first, he never even dared let you see him informal other than for bed, but even that was somewhat formal.

But now? He laid around in his pajamas through the house, his stern and scary demeanor diminishing into one of a simple boy around the house.

Of course, you still did stuff for him,

But hey, now, you two found things to do. He always had some new idea or atleast you did.

Board games, personal talks, figuring out how to make a paper doll, figuring out who the sexiest outlaw was ( he said himself. ), eating random combinations of food ( he never did. But he knew you'd atleast try. )

Months to months, you guys grew more comfy.

Once the quarantine was lifted, the friendship never stopped.

Quarantine was truly life-changing, huh?

ROMANTIC.

As you sweeped around the house, the radio clicked on. He had been sitting on his sofa, that sank beneath his large size, but his head turned to the radio. You both listened.

The radio crackled and popped, not a very good one. His face contorted into anger, as he heard how bad his radio was, mumbling about a new one right away.

But, there wasn't no new one right away.

Quarantine?

Some virus? Like the flu, yet worse, way worse ?

You guys were forced to be in all day no matter what? Aaahh!!

The radio soon clicked back to some music, but he stood up and approached the rusty old thing, as the tip of his index finger pushed the power off button. Your eyes looked up to his face, as you adored the face you loved so much.

His head turned, his eyes locking with yours, as he shook his head. He couldn't believe it, stuck inside?

For how long?

What would you guys do?

I mean, that wasn't hard.

But no work? No nothing? Just there? All day?

This is gonna be insanity. Huh.

The day went by, rather slow as you guys sat and talked, but bedroom rolled around.

A night routine, you took a shower, then he did, he brushed his teeth with you, spitting out the foam that formed when the toothpaste was used the way it was intended. Your simple bed routine,

You cuddled him once he fell asleep, you knew he wouldn't let you before hand, that was him. A harsh man, but atleast he was somewhat nicer to you than to others.

Seconds clicked rapidly to minutes.

Minutes clicked briskly to hours.

Hours clicked draggingly to days.

Days clicked leisurely to weeks.

Weeks clicked tediously to months.

The more and more time went on, the more bored you got. He was starting to get bored too, nothing to do, it already felt like you guys did everything.

I mean,

You played board games, you talked, you invited some people over to play some games like truth or dare ( You shouldn't have, yes, but you won that tough bicker about that. ), even such as spin the bottle, you two figured out how to make crafts, tried new recipes, tried those recipes, a lot of his ideas was to do with his baking, seeing how much you two could do. .

( SKIP THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT SMUT <33 )

Boredom turned to more.

You were honestly surprised he wasn't getting handsy on the first few days,

But, he was worried about his business. But, they kept it running...

...

They being the poor bakers forced to be working in, practically, hazmat gear.

But, on this fateful day, he was handsy.

You washed a few dishes, ones you had eaten lunch off of only a few hours ago, you must've not been paying much mind, you had clicked the radio on to listen to some music.

He approached behind you, his hands snaking towards you. His arms wrapped around your waist, as you squeaked with surprise, as you almost dropped the sponge. You let out a sigh, as you giggled. He loomed over you, his large belly pressed against you.

You told him not to scare you again, but he only let out a hum. You could suddenly feel something hidden by the velvet fabric that hugged his legs, his sweatpants strings definitely wasn't it. It was large. You knew what it was, it pressed into you, onto your back.

You felt yourself heat up, oh my god, now?

He put his head on your shoulder, right beside your ear, as his hot breath made you shiver, even though his mouth wasn't near your ear.

"What are you doing?" You asked, not even more in actual concern, but just to see if he'd answer you without some kind of cocky response. Of course, you should've known better.

His hands seemed to travel up and down your body, practically feeling at every hidden bump and curve that hid beneath your clothes.

"... Just taking in every last bit of you, sweetie pie."

Oh, how husky his voice was, he knew what he was doing, he knew everything he did to you. His clothed erection pushed more into you, as you purred out, your head leaning back against him.

"Jack... Don't say it like that." You cooed, as you could feel the smirk tinge his lips like some kind of tint.

He knew you liked it.

Oh, how he loved to treat you like this. Ohhh, he loved it so much. You were like a toy within his hands, nothing more than a fleshlight to him when he was ready for what he wanted. You were melting like putty in his hands, yet he hadn't done anything. He was using that very power he had used on some many others upon you.

He licked his teeth, his tongue quickly darting out to wet his lips, as he pushed them upon your neck . He gave a slight suckle upon the bare, soft, skin. And you couldn't help but let out a little sated sigh, closing your eyes in joy and now, heat built up in thay lower region.

Was he nice?

Nah.

He sucked. Hard. You let out a harsh yelp, your eyes shooting open, your hands had long let go of the dishes, and long ago you had dried them. Your arm shot up, your hand suddenly reaching into his hair. Your fingers intertwined within the lilac locs that was cut so precisely. You knew that would leave a mark.

He stopped sucking after just a moment, his lips pulling away from your soft skin, now adorned with a beautiful hickey, speckles of yellow already starting to form upon the poor, poor, bruise that would be in your neck for a while.

Of course.

He went to the other side, doing it once more. This time, you expected it. Of course, you couldn't help but let out a shriek, but atleast it wasn't as bad. Your hand that had been intertwined within his locs had let go, the other arm doing what it's friend had.

Oh, how he enjoyed those sounds.

He rubbed his erection against your back, as he pulled away from your neck, another purple bruise adorned the beautiful skin there. He forced you to rock forward, practically grinding against nothing. But a velvet thigh went between your legs, pulling them apart with a hurting force. As he rubbed his erection you, it made you rock to and fro against his thigh, your clothed areas practically melting at the seems with need.

You shivered. He knew what he was doing, as he breathed heavily, right down your neck. Pools of drool threatened to escape from between his lips, but he grabbed you.

He tossed you over his shoulder, almost like you were just a sack of potatoes. And he made his way to you twos room. You could feel yourself heat up. More. And more.

He set you on the floor, your head against the foot board of the bed, which adorned a crown up upon the top. The bed was a canopy, one adorned with a sheer curtains, that rippled with a pie, pie tin, pie slice, and even a bakers rolling pin design.

He wasn't nice when he set you down either, he practically slammed you against the floor, like you were a toy.

To him? You were.

You gazed up at him, as he loomed over you, a sneer crossing his lips at you.

"Go on," He urged, as your confusion only grew, only to raise a brow to let him know you were confused, but he furrowed his brows, "Don't LOOK AT ME STUPIDLY." He snapped his jaws at you, as you gasped in surprise.

"You KNOW what to do." He urged, before it clicked in your head. Oh..

He wants you to slip his pants and boxers off...

Oh. The lust that fogged your brain at the thought of his big erection..

Of course. You did it. You hooked two hands upon the waistband of the comfy pants, as you tugged them down in a teasing manner, maintaining eye contact with him. You knew he loved it.

Oh and he did. He ushered you to take off his boxers. To view the thing that was practically used to.. Use you.

You hooked your index fingers on the waistband of the boxers, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. You couldn't help but bit it. Soon. You tugged them down...

It freed infront of your face, right infront of you, oh my god it drove you crazy. How perfectly formed it entirely was, how his pubes were a faint lilac. Oh god. It drove you mad. And how it already seeped with precum..

But, he didn't wait.

"Open." He demanded, as a smug smirk had plastered against his face, contorting his face into one of confidence, yet it still was so sinister.

You knew your place.

You stuck your tongue out. Your mouth pulling open to reveal the very cavity he was going to ruin.

His face flushed even more, as he put a hand above you, as he held onto the footboards umber wood.

He adjusted, as he pushed the tip into your mouth, your lips perfectly wrapping around it. His cock twitched, need, desire. He used his other hand, soon placing it upon the top of your head.

He pushed in more...

But it wasn't long.

"Mmm-- Fuck-- Let's see if you can handle it still."

Oh shi--

He forced more into your mouth, as your eyes suddenly flooded with tears. Your throat practically closed on him. As you choked him back out, sputtering spit onto yourself and even his cock.

He let out a huff, his brows furrowing.

"Come on! You can do better than that!"

He snarled, as he suddenly forced the tip back into your mouth.

You braced yourself, your hand reaching up and holding onto his thigh, while the other tried to grip onto the floor, yet no matter how hard it tried too, there was nothing to pull.

He forced himself all the way in, as he let out an animalistic grunt, bottoming out upon you. Your throat contorted, making it bulge out just a bit.

"Fuuuuuckkkk.." He moaned out, as he pulled back out. Only to the very tip, before he shoved himself back in.

And he began.

A repeated process, as he enjoyed the way you cried beneath him. His dick was tearing your throat from the inside out. His hand intertwined in your hair, as it clamped down, holding you in place. As though your head against the wood wasn't keep you still anyway.

"Fuckkyeahh-- Ohgod-- You know your fucking place, huh?" He grunted out, as he rocked himself against your poor face. You had to find some way to turn your gag reflex off for him. But god it was so hard to breathe on his dick.

You could feel the prominent vein. Just slightly. It was so hard to focus while he used your mouth. His head swung back, as some drool dripped from his bottom lip. Lilac pubes were forced into your face every time he rocked himself into you, like a wild beast. They smelt like lavender, you knew that was his favorite.

"You're mine, mm- In EVERY way, you go-- Fuuuckkitfeelsgood~-- You got that?"

You hummed in answer, you couldn't even speak. Your underwear getting soaked by your own fluids. Yet, the lust fogged your brain like a fool.

Oh, those hums. Those vibrations. The vibrations against his erection awakened that urge for more...

But, he pulled himself out, as he easily let go of that footboards wood, his hand wrapping around his erection that dripped in your saliva. He stroked himself, in long, aching strokes.

You didn't have a moment to think. Only gasping for air.

He let go of your hair, as he snatched you up and tossed you upon that bed, that was much larger than a king.

And to think you had just made the bed that morning.

A mess of everything.

Touching, feeling, kneading, aching, begging ,

His cock rammed into you, touching every corner of that precious hole that belonged to him. Only him.

His sweat trickling down his face, his hair sticking to that face above you.

"Fuuuckk.. You're so tight- So fucking ready for me-- Mmm.. Holyshitgoddamn-- Huh? You fucking whore? This is what you wanted?"

Oh god. Every aching moment, you were desperate.

Your brain fogged, you barely remembered anything that happened, other than tiny moments that were engraved into your brain.

He held you in his hand, your belly facing the floor as he stood up. The sheets fallen off the bed, a blanket even stuck around his leg, one even stuck on yours. He forced you upon his dick, using you like an actual fleshlight.

"Take it. Take-- Mm-- Take every last-- Fucking INCH, BITCH--"

Oh, how mean he got when he got close.

His movements jittery, his pace quickening, desperately chasing that orgasm he felt.

You felt it rise, as you screamed and cried his name, begging him to keep going, not to stop, he could tell where you were. His pace only quickening, he wanted you to cum.

"H-- Hold it--" He sputtered, animalistically,

Oh he wanted you to wait..

And oh, you could remember how that tidal wave washed over you, like a madman. You convulsed, your legs had desperately tried to close upon him, but you couldn't close up. Not one bit. Not while he used you like the sextoy you were. Oh, you remember how well it ended.

He pulled himself out, after just a few more moments of fucking your tight hole. He dropped you onto the floor, your legs hitting the oak boards with a thud. He used that same hand that held you, using his index and his thumb to force you to look up.

He stroked his cock. Quickly, not wanting to miss the orgasm, he chased. His cock twitched infront of you, as near the tip grew redder, slowly increasing in color more and more as his orgasm rised.

It was building.

"Look- Fuckin-- Look-- Yeahholyfuckingshit-- DON'T STOP LOOKING, YOU FUCKIN-- SLUT-" He sputtered, as he yelled at you.

He was beginning to bottom out, as drool dripped from his bottom lip. Your eyes flooded with tears from the harsh way he had used your body.

Yet it was worth everything.

He was sweating, as his hair stuck to his face.

He bottomed out.

Oh, how warm it was, as he let out a roar of pleasure. How it splattered upon your face, as you quickly closed your eyes so it wouldn't get in them.

Oh. You could only remember those little parts.

But, you now stood in the shower. You washed up, despite your legs wishing to cave in beneath you. He only washed himself up, occasionally checking if you were okay.

Boredom rained like a hellfire, but you guys took every chance to explore every kink you could, every little thing you could.

( SKIP HERE FOR NO SMUT! )

( REGULAR STORYLINE CONTINUATION. )

You guys laid upon the couch one evening. Your head laid upon his belly, but he didn't pay too much attention. He had an arm around you, like a protective hold. He listened to the radio, but you listened to him.

...

Huh?

Your head lifted up as his head snapped towards the radio.

...

It was over?

Quarantine was done?

You both looked to eachother...

You sheepishly flashed a smile as he rubbed your arm with the one that held you by his side.

He started to adore you even more in public. Something seemed to have happened to him over the course of those days inside.

Maybe it wasn't being in public. But you loved how much more he bragged and showed you off. He always did, but he seemed to adore you more.

You guys opened up so much more.

He was vulnerable.

Even infrontnof you, he wasn't.

But, oh..

You two were inseparable.

As though you guys weren't before. But it was... Sweeter.

Wow...

I suppose being stuck together for so long brings you closer together.

~~~~~~~~~~\

gahHHH BITES HAND OFF!! This was fun to write. Sorry some of it is rushed!!

Ngl I included smut because it made me think of when everyone was in quarantine there was some boom of 🎺🦵

PLEASE ENJOY I wrote quite a bit of this while at my after-school club :)!!

[krbysreed]

semi-charmed kinda life.

word count: 1151

summary: kirby arrives home after completing her first case as a special agent.

As soon as Kirby stepped through the door, she was hit with the distinct smell of burning — which made sense, since her arms (as of thirty seconds ago) were weighed down by two large paper bags of what she could only presume was food from the takeaway down the road. She would've been able to tell if their senses weren't occupied with something unpleasant, but she didn’t need to. It was clear what had happened here while they were finishing up with work.

Kirby opened her mouth to call out to her boyfriend, but he was already coming through the narrow hallway of their apartment to free her from the bags' clutches.

"What are you —"

"At-at! Stay put!" Edward commanded, unable to restrain the smile that pulled across all his facial features. Kirby was only able to catch a small glimpse of this, though, as he was quick to return to the kitchen area, allowing them time to remove their outerwear and ease into the atmosphere she wholly adored … even if it wasn't yet a figment of any charmed life she had in mind.

For now, so late into the evening it could almost be considered morning, she was content with this: the space, the aroma, the way her boyfriend was stealing their hands and looking so jovial about whatever he had planned. Edward always did — and it wasn't for nothing, this time.

In Kirby's modest opinion, anyway. Everything she did, no matter how trivial, was significant to Edward. The term 'male cheerleader' must’ve been coined with him in mind, and that theory was entertained further as he led her through to a colourful display amongst the warm browns and whites of their cabinets and furniture.

A laugh rolled up from Kirby's chest, eyes wandering over the still-packaged bouquet of red roses on the counter, and the comically oversized balloon of a cartoon police car.

"Teddy, what is this?" she asked, needing both hands to pick up the flowers. She'd smell them if it weren’t for the smoke, but her attention was soon diverted as the refrigerator opened. The shelves had been moved to accommodate the cake that sat inside; frosted and poorly covered in cellophane.

"It's, uh … just a little something," Edward explained, shoulders dropping and gesturing all around the room. "You only get your first case done once!"

Naturally. Kirby's smile grew sweeter, shaking her head.

"You call this 'a little'?"

"It's not that much!" he protested, letting them peek at their dessert before closing the door over. "I — Heh! I thought this was pretty neat —"

His knuckles met with the balloon, causing it to retaliate and hit him in the temple. Oh, how stupid this man was. How enraptured she was with him and his efforts. She put the bouquet down with care, wrapping an arm around his waist, her other hand coming up to smooth down the woolly lapel of his crocodile-green cardigan. Dated, for a man so young, face still tinted with a vague innocence in spite of the semi-permanent exhaustion upon it. But they've never minded. Not when her affections were met just as eagerly, soon finding herself enwreathed against him — her own cheek, her jawline, peppered in kisses.

"And the food?"

Edward licked his lips, bashful as his head came up.

"Chinese. Might've … got a wee bit distracted. I wondered why my smoke didn't taste all vanilla-y after only a half-hour."

It was then that Kirby noticed the smoke alarm was off the wall, shooting Edward a pointed look.

"You sacrificed a home-cooked meal for your girlfriend so you could smoke your pipe without being interrupted?" she raised her brow, tone telling that they weren't the slightest bit fussed that he hadn't been successful in his task. The thought was there. That was enough and more.

"Hey, that's what the other food is for! Probably'll taste a lot better, too," he assured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind their ear. "Can keep it for later if you wanna just sleep now."

"You'd think that’d be what I wanna do, huh?"

Kirby was tired. Of course she was, but the way her heart thumped against Edward's and his hot breath on their skin encouraged her to reconsider the decision to crawl into bed and sleep off the exhilarating events of the day.

Right now, that exhilaration was returning, and she was grateful that it was from something so familiar.

"Nah. Not when you've gone to this much trouble," she mused, pressing a chaste kiss to Edward's lips. "Unless you want to."

"C'mon, don't be stupid. Only an idiot'd choose sleep over his … hot, official … cop of a girlfriend. A different kinda partner, you could say."

Kirby giggled, the heel of her hand hitting his chest playfully.

"What kinda partner is that?"

"The, uh …"

Edward clicked his tongue. His thought was lost in translation.

"I'm thinking of something else."

"Mmh, I thought so," they hummed, kissing him again; this time for longer, pushing his hips into the countertop. Edward's hands came down to hers, holding them steady, a soft groan having no choice but to remain in his throat; deep, yearning. It's hard to determine the measure of how much you miss someone until they're in your arms again.

He pulled away, reluctantly, resting his forehead against hers.

"You don't know how proud of you I am," he whispered.

Kirby lapped up the slither of drool on his chin, then kissed it.

"I think I have an idea," they jested, hand sliding over his nape. And she did — seldom had she found support quite like this in their life; in anything that didn't correlate to a case of survival. The scars on the side of her belly had dictated every decision she had made up until that point, and many instances had her wondering if any of them had been the right ones.

They see now, under Edward's loving gaze, that she had been correct all along. About her career, her outlook. About him. No regrets, no equivocations. Just whatever the appropriate term to call this was — because they weren't sure, in the midst of this heat.

But she was sure he could find one. He was always the best at that.

"Come on," Kirby murmured, it now being her turn to take his hands. "We've got a lot to get through, thanks to you."

Edward breathed through his nose, planting a kiss where their heads just lay atop one another's.

"Is that an order, ma'am?"

'Ma'am.' She scrunched her nose, straightening.

"Yeah. So get your ass over to the couch before I call for … reinforcements."

"I like the sound of that one — but ladies first," he insisted with a flustered grin. "This is your … twenty-four hours."

Twenty-four hours. That sounded generous, but she wouldn't complain. Not for any second of it.

"As long as they're with you. Bring it on."

[cynicaldesire]

Had a bit of a hard week.

So, at my job, I'm a tutor for the programming department. I got my Associate's in 2014 but I haven't had to keep up with programming ever since. Which ended up being fine because the only people seeking tutoring were in the intro to programming class that doesn't (shouldn't) use a real coding language. It's just all the concepts and stuff.

My boss asked me to screen record myself doing the assignments in the end-level course for his preferred language and I've been putting it off because I have no clue where to start. I haven't used this language in 10 years, and they're doing stuff I don't remember ever actually doing/working with. So I've been trying to figure out how to study it between everything else.

Everything else is all the bookings I have to tutoring sessions. I have removed availability for half of one of the 3 days that I work and the other half is completely full most of the time. This is on top of getting almost fully booked on the full days that I work. I'm busy and despite getting a second tutor in the form of a Federal Work Study student, people are still coming to me.

This is on top of all the other odds and ends I do around the office, helping people find classrooms, directing them to tutors, helping the admin assistant with things from time to time (personal and professional), helping coworkers with stuff, and even being one of two admins of the booking system itself (which comes with its own set of responsibilities).

And, you know, being a full-time student.

So I keep thinking I have time to work on the stuff that my boss is asking me to do, but when I do, I usually default to working on my homework for my learn!school instead. So my boss keeps asking WHERE ARE MY VIDEOS and I have to tell him, dude I'm busy and I'm not about to work on this at home. (I'm not supposed to work from home or whatever.)

Then my husband came to visit for Spring Break (his, not mine), and I was gonna work on my boss's homework. But then my husband bought a new game to play (FF7 Rebirth) and I had to watch it. Then I had a flat tire and the other car I had access to had a faulty electrical system so I couldn't go to work. So I went to work only 1 day that week. (I took off the day my husband came into town.)

I went back and I was SWAMPED with people talking to me, asking questions, booking me for tutoring sessions. It was BONKERS how busy I was. Then my husband left and one of my niece's significant others came into town. This was frustrating for me because I'm incredibly shy and they're trans and so I was afraid of misgendering, so I tried not to address them at all. But they're also shy, so they didn't wanna talk either. And then my niece refused to tell me anything about the visit, so I had to keep being confused at different intervals. -I thought they drove? -No they got dropped off. -Well I thought they were leaving on Sunday? - No, Monday morning. -You still haven't done like 6 essays in one of your classes. -I'll do it! (Did not.)

And then at the usual Saturday Family Dinner, people kept ignoring me. People asked me questions directly and then stopped listening to me halfway through. My mom especially kept getting distracted by the stupidest shit in the middle of me talking. I had to retell a story like 5 times before I finally gave up.

Then my husband was having a problem with another video game he tried to buy. His online order got cancelled. He got the points he used for a coupon refunded, then he bought it again and they shipped it to the wrong address. Not sure why that address was still there, set as default. Then he drove over there to pick it up and in the package wasn't the game he even ordered. So he went to a physical location and returned the game and just bought the one he wanted in person.

It wasn't until I was able to talk to my husband Saturday night that I was able to get any of my anxiety out. That I realized just how much anxiety I had. A lot of it was stressing out about finishing the game. A lot of it was about the stranger coming to the house right after he left. A lot of it was about being so busy at work, staying late, finishing the game, getting up to take him to the airport, coming home to take my niece to school, getting gas, coming home to get ready for work, having another busy day, then having to take my niece to work with me and navigate the stranger and my niece at work while also tutoring. And then going to dinner and being super ignored.

And my husband went back to some problems in his house and that made it so I couldn't talk to him until Saturday night. I got some of my stress out, able to finally spend a good time with my husband, things calmed down, etc.

Now I can work on that stuff for my boss. After all this other stuff I gotta do for my learn school.

[heyitsme1040]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Bucky x Reader where Reader always buys Bucky the warmest, softest things they can find. Hoodies, blankets, socks, even some stuffed animals, if it looks soft and warm they buy it for him. Bucky is confused by it, but then Reader explains that he went without comfort for so long and they just want to let him spend the rest of his life safe and warm. Gender Neutral! Reader would be preferred, however Female!Reader is also fine if you don't want to do that. Thank you in advance, lovely! 💜

Softened by Time [b.b]

summary : Bucky started off as your upstairs neighbor. But over time, the two of you grew closer. Ultimately your feelings were more than platonic, and the two of you began dating. You knew a lot about Bucky’s past, and his present. He felt he didn’t need many things, and he didn’t have much comfort before the two of you began dating. But you made sure once your relationship started to fix that. As the relationship progressed, you gave Bucky little gifts. A warm hoodie, soft socks, a plush blanket, and a stuffed wolf. It was on the anniversary of his freedom returning that you revealed the reason you give him so many little pieces of comfort. 

pairings : Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings : None, just tooth rotting domestic fluff. This is gender neutral (as requested) and has no use of Y/N. Personally I don’t think ‘baby’ is a gendered pet name, so hopefully I was successful with your request.  (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 3,900

AO3 (x)

a/n : Thank you so much for the request! I had this done sooner, but when I visited family for the holiday my cousin’s toddler deleted the word doc I was writing in. So this is actually a redone version of what I was going to post. Sorry it took so long (and this also proves to my family why I don’t typically write outside of google docs). Sorry for the delay in getting this up, but thank you so much for the request lovely!

You practically skipped down the hall to the elevator. You were glad the elevator didn't take long as you pressed the button for the floor above yours. You moved swiftly down the hall to Bucky's apartment. You held the small package securely behind your back, eager to give him the small gift that had just arrived. You knocked quickly before hearing a muffled shout to hold on. The quiet grumbling slowly grew louder as he approached the door, face melting from annoyance to adoration as the door swung inward.

"Hi," Bucky breathed out, wrapping his arms around you, "I wasn't expecting you until later."

You balanced on your tip-toes, leaning up to press a quick kiss against his cheek. "I just couldn't wait," you admitted. 

Bucky's arms dropped from around you as he stepped to the side so you could walk in. You'd gotten used to how barren his apartment was. Discussed how he'd never had this many things since before the draft. As you passed through his doorway you brought the small package in front of you, crossing the room. You sat on his couch, beaming at him as he sat beside you. 

"I got you something!" Your excitement was barely able to stay contained much longer. You set the small bag on his lap, clasping your hands together.

"Baby, you didn't have to do that," Bucky says softly, looking down at the small package. 

"I wanted to," you insist, "besides it's nothing big, I promise."

Bucky meets your eyes with a look of amazement, a gentle expression conveying everything you already know. He gives a small nod before picking up the little bag. He reaches in and pulls out the socks you'd ordered. His brow furrows slightly as he feels the soft material, a confused smile adorning his face. 

"I know they're not your usual choice," you begin, "but I thought they'd be nice for when you're just hanging out. Instead of always wearing athletic socks around the apartment. The floors get too cold for how thin those socks are."

Bucky leans over and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "Thank you, I never would have thought of that."

You leaned further into his side, glad that the pack of socks was well received. You cuddled further into him as he pulled a pair of the patterned socks on. You stayed through the afternoon, enjoying Bucky's company. The two of you were laughing as you told him about your most recent incident at work. As you were describing the look on your boss' face when he realized he'd given the entire presentation with smudged lipstick along his neck, Bucky's phone rang. He sighed as he stood, crossing the room to grab the device. You couldn't hear what the person on the other line was saying, but from Bucky’s quick responses you knew he had a mission.

So as not to disturb him, you quietly pulled on your shoes. You went to give Bucky a quick kiss goodbye when his arm wrapped around you.

“I'll be there in thirty minutes,” Bucky ended the call.

You draped your arms over his shoulders, “I thought we lived twenty minutes from the tower?”

Smiling down at you Bucky shrugs. “I wanted a bit more time with you. Especially when I wanted to give you this,” Bucky reached into his pocket. He handed you a small silver key.

“Your key? Is this a long mission? I don't mind house sitting for you.”

Bucky smiled and gave a small shake of his head. “It's my spare key. I figured that it made sense to give you it. We've been dating for a few months, and we spend so much time together.”

You wrapped your arms around Bucky's shoulders, hugging him as tightly as possible. “Thank you,” you whispered against him. 

Your heart swelled at the gesture. You knew how hard it was for him to trust people. It'd been a slow process to get to know each other. A full year of small interactions that slowly lead to the beginning of your friendship. As your friendship solidified, so did your feelings for Bucky. You were surprised by the fact your feelings were mutual when Bucky asked you on the first date. Now, four months later, you don't think you've ever been happier. 

“I wouldn't want anyone else to have it,” Bucky whispers back to you. “Let me grab my go-bag and I'll walk you back to your apartment.”

The two of you left the apartment hand in hand, with you locking the door behind you. 

It was officially two weeks since Bucky gave you a key to his apartment, which meant you hadn’t heard from him for two weeks either. You stayed busy, trying your best not to think about how he may be risking his life right this second. You had deep cleaned your entire apartment, made sure to grab Bucky’s mail when you got your own, and generally stayed in. Today, as you were closing the door to Bucky’s apartment after setting his mail down on the kitchen counter you decided to venture out. You had managed this long with just quick trips to the grocery store, but the cabin fever had fully set in today. Unsure of how busy a place you wanted to be, you settled on the bookstore across town. 

You meandered your way up and down the isles, finding a few books that piqued your interest. It was as you were heading up to the registers that you saw the display. It was in the children’s section, next to where volunteers would read stories to the children. An entire bookcase was filled with stuffed animals. The one that had caught your eye the most was on the bottom shelf. A small white and gray wolf with icy blue eyes. You couldn’t help it as you grabbed the animal and added it to your stack of items. 

Before long you had your books and wolf secured in the bag. You were walking toward the train station, thinking about when to give your little surprise to Bucky. You had no idea when he’d be returning from his mission, but what you did know was it was coming up on the anniversary of when he was declared to be officially deprogrammed of the Winter Soldier’s activation words. You remembered when you found out Bucky had been declared as the “white wolf” by the children of Wakanda. He’d seemed embarrassed by the nickname when he first told you, but you had reassured him that it suited him. 

The train made quick work of taking you across the city. You were soon walking into your apartment building, taking the stairs up to your floor. It was when you turned the corner that led you down the hall to your door that you spotted him. Bucky had his bag over his shoulder, his jacket hanging open while his boots were caked in dried mud. 

He was lifting his arm to knock on your door as you opened your mouth, “You’re back!”

Bucky turned to see you approaching. As soon as you were close enough for him to reach you, he pulled you into him. His arms wrapped tightly around you as his shoulders slumped. His head rested atop yours while you hugged him back. 

“Are you okay? Injured anywhere?” You worried about him. 

Bucky shook his head, his cheek rubbing against the crown of your head. You gave him one final squeeze before managing to turn around in his hold. You slotted your key into the door and led the two of you inside. You toed off your shoes as Bucky unwrapped one arm to close the door behind the two of you. Not bothering to turn the lights on as you made your way through the apartment, the path to your room easy to navigate. You gently put the bag from the bookstore on the ground before Bucky pulled the two of you onto the bed.

He landed on his back, angling the landing so that you would be lying atop him. His eyes were closed as you laid against him. The steady thump-thump of his heart beneath your ear revealed how relaxed he was. As you lifted your head, you heard the quietest snore slip out from him, revealing just how tired he was. You stood from his hold, taking a minute to unlace his boots before slipping his feet from them. You grabbed his go-bag from the doorway and removed the one pair of sweatpants and the soft hoodie you had given him weeks ago. 

Sitting beside his head, you gently cupped his bearded cheek. “Jamie,” you called out in a hushed tone. “Darling, I need you to wake up.”

The rhythm of Bucky’s snores faltered.

“It’ll be just a moment, I promise. I grabbed you some comfy clothes. If you change, we can cuddle under the blanket.”

Bucky’s eyes cracked open ever so slightly at your offer. You could tell he was weighing whether cuddling under the blanket would be better than sleeping immediately. As he thought, your thumb traced a path back and forth against his bearded cheek. It wasn’t often he let his short stubble go beyond being just that, but you enjoyed the way the bristly hair felt against your skin. It took just a few moments more for him to close his eyes once again with an exaggerated exhale as he sat up. The smallest uptick of his lips revealed that he was just being dramatic about changing his clothes. 

“Thank you,” you kissed his cheek as you passed him the folded stack of fabric. 

He lazily nodded as he grabbed the items, turning to walk the few steps into your bathroom. As he changed you pulled back the covers of your bed. You tucked yourself under the blanket, glad you had decided to dress comfortably when deciding to finally leave your apartment. Once Bucky reappeared from the dark bathroom, you lifted your arm while lifting the blanket. Bucky wasted no time in crawling into the bed, letting your arm drape across him as the blanket encased the two of you together. His arm settled into the slight dip of your waist pulling you against his chest. The hoodie he now wore was pushed up around his waist, the two of you lying chest to chest. You rested your cheek against his chest, feeling the warmth radiate from where his skin touched the thin material of your shirt before your legs tangled together. 

As the two of you fell asleep facing each other, you appreciated the way his face relaxed so openly. It wasn’t often Bucky looked so untroubled, and you couldn’t help but wish you could get him to look this untroubled when he was awake too.

The week following Bucky’s return from his mission was blissful. With the intensity of his last mission and this one, and the duration of the two, he wasn’t assigned to go on another mission for at least a full month. You weren’t certain what his missions entailed, but Bucky was willing to reveal that he was making great progress on the mission his assigned missions were for. The information he managed to gather would take the other teams at least a month to fully analyze, and in the meantime it seemed he was determined to spend all his time with you. 

You were hoping to surprise Bucky with a lunch date today. You had a plan, texting him to meet you at the restaurant for one. You heard as his door loudly closed behind him upstairs at noon. Moments later your phone buzzed with a message from Sam. Tin man is coming over now you read on the screen. You quickly sent your thanks before grabbing the box you’d prepared. Seeing that five minutes had passed since the Bucky’s apartment door closed, you made sure you had everything before sneaking up to his apartment. 

The box balanced on your hip as you unlocked his door. Slipping inside, you got to work. You spread the oversized, fluffy, cider colored blanket over the arm of his couch. You had never been more thankful that his coffee table was barren of clutter as you spread out the snacks you had brought over. Soon the small table was covered by a tray of cookies, bags of sweets, cans of soda and bottles of water. You crossed the room and set your stack of movies beside his DVD player. Glancing over the room once more, you nodded as everything was set up. Finally, you set the wolf you had bought in Bucky’s usual seat. Your phone buzzed from your pocket as the alarm you had set began to go off. Swiping it away, you exited Bucky’s apartment and headed toward the restaurant. 

Just as you were being seated, Bucky arrived. You watched as he made quick work of crossing the small dining room. The dark jeans he wore contrasted well with the light blue shirt he had on beneath his usual leather jacket. His cheeks were slightly tinged pink from the constant wind outside. 

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said before quickly kissing your cheek then taking a seat across from you. 

You waved his worry away easily, “I just got here. I figured I would get us a table before they,” you gestured to the large group that was speaking with the host, “tried to get one.”

Bucky’s chuckle made you smile. 

Your lunch date carried on with laughter and smiles being shared. Everything between the two of you was so natural, every moment as easy as breathing.

“Would you like to come up?” Bucky offered as you both made your way up the stairs together. 

“That sounds great,” you swung his hand in yours. 

You bit your lip as the two of you carried on past your floor. You were going over everything you had set up before leaving as Bucky slid his key in the lock. As his door swung open, he stepped out of the way so you could go in first. You stepped into the entryway before turning around to catch his reaction. Just as you faced Bucky, he stopped in his tracks. His brows furrowed slightly at the scene laid out before him while a mystified reaction made its way to his features. 

“Surprise,” you giggled. “I thought we could have a movie day!”

“Baby,” Bucky’s breathless voice exhaled. “What’s all this?” 

You gently grabbed his hands and pulled him along as you walked backward. “Well, I thought we could have a date-day. Get lunch, watch movies, and spend time together,” you explained. “Not that we haven’t been spending time together. But rather, I wanted to surprise you with a planned time together.” 

Bucky’s wonderstruck expression melted away as you spoke, fondness clear in his gaze. “That sounds wonderful,” he quietly rasped out. 

You couldn’t help the way your shoulders relaxed at his response. You figured he would like your surprise, but hearing how happy he was with your plan filled you with warmth. You couldn’t stop the surprised squeak that escaped your lips as Bucky picked you up, spun the two of you around, and fell back on the couch with you held close. Where his head now lay made the wolf you got him fall over onto his face. A breathless laugh escaped him as the soft plush bounced off his head. 

“And who is this?” He pulled one arm from around you and grabbed the toy. 

“Your spirit animal,” you joked. “To keep you company when I’m downstairs and you’re up here.” 

Bucky’s attention shifted from your gaze to the plush that now looked small in his hold. Realization colored his tone as he spoke, “A white wolf.”

You nodded reiterating, “Like I said. Your spirit animal.” 

Bucky’s laughter shook you where you lay against him, before he nodded as well. “In that case, he should watch movies with us.” 

You leant down to press your lips against his before sitting up. As you stood up Bucky shifted so his head was atop the blanket and against the arm of the couch. You felt his eyes on you as you ambled across the room, powering on his DVD player and opening the first movie you planned on playing. 

“I still don’t see why you won’t let me make you a profile on my streaming accounts,” you mumbled to yourself as the disc tray slid back in the player. 

“Because then you would have no reason to keep your DVD collection,” Bucky replied easily. “And I don’t need to buy another new television.”

“You wouldn’t need a different television,” you argued as you pulled the blanket out from beneath his head. “You’d just need one of those dongle things that lets you make a TV into a smart TV.”

Bucky laughed, “You know I have no idea what any of that means, right?”

“Old man,” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes as you laid against Bucky’s chest once again, this time with the blanket sprawled out to cover the two of you. 

Bucky grabbed the remote from your hand, “Aren’t you the one who always points out that we’re physically the same age?”

As the TV turns on you hear the familiar sounds of the selection menu on the screen. “And aren’t you the one that likes to brag about reading The Hobbit when it first came out?” You retort with a smile. 

Before he can respond, you gently push Bucky’s cheek so his eyes are on the screen. You know the instant he sees that the movie you chose was The Hobbit. You make quick work of pressing play on the remote still in his grasp. Cozying up to Bucky, you replace the remote with your hand as the opening scenes play. 

You couldn’t help the yawn that escaped you as you watched the movie end, Frodo making his visit to Bilbo. You enjoyed the movie, but relaxing alongside your boyfriend for three hours made you sleepy. 

“What d’ya think?” You tiredly mumbled. 

“I think that despite all the sugar we just ate,” Bucky turns off the TV, “we should get you in bed.”

“No,” you weakly protest. “Not that. The movie!”

“Baby,” you felt Bucky’s hand gently cup your cheek, “I really think we should go to bed.”

You slowly blinked as you processed his words. “That sounds nice,” you sighed. 

You slowly sat up, but before you could stand Bucky’s arms slid beneath you. Between one moment and the next Bucky was carrying you to bed. The easy sway of his steps had you easily creeping closer to sleep. The softness of the mattress greeted you as he set you down. 

“The movie was good,” Bucky began, his voice traveling around the room. “I wasn’t upset with the things they changed, but I don’t understand some of the changes either.”

You hummed, hoping it would encourage him to keep talking. 

“Here, I grabbed you some clothes to sleep in,” Bucky’s voice came from beside you. 

When you opened your eyes again, his form was blurry. You sat up, pulling your shirt over your head. You reached out blindly, feeling soft fabric. You went to take it from Bucky’s hold, but he carefully guided your arms through the holes before pulling it over your head. 

“Is it okay for me to change your pants?” Bucky asked clearly. 

You laid back while nodding sloppily, “Tha’s fine,” you slurred out. 

You felt Bucky’s hand at your waistband, undoing the button and zipper. “I enjoyed the day with you. It was nice.”

“Good, you deserve nice things. Especially today.”

“Is that so?” Bucky pulled your pants off completely. 

You squinted at him in a weak attempt of glaring. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Bucky didn’t respond as he pulled a large pair of shorts up to your waist. He pulled the covers over you before you heard him step away.

The bed dipped down beside you before he responded, “I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve a lot of things.”

“Hey,” you turned to face Bucky, his response making you more alert. “You deserve nice things. All the time. And even if you don’t think so, I do. So I’ll keep getting you little things, because you deserve them.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Bucky cupped your cheek again. “I have you, and that’s more than I deserve.”

You pouted, wishing you could make him understand. “Life isn’t always about what is deserved. Or isn’t deserved. It can also be about things you want. I want to get you nice things. I want to make sure you know how much I love you. I want to be the person you go to when missions are so hard you don’t talk for days afterwards. You deserve to have someone that notices little details about you. I want to celebrate important days with you, and give you soft things to make up for the years you didn’t have anything. I want to make you smile and feel loved. And you deserve all those things. You deserve to be loved, and have someone care about you wholly.”

There was a beat of silence before Bucky crashed his lips against yours once again. The passion held between his lips that consumed you took your breath away. Your head spun, and you couldn't tell if it was just because of him or a lack of air. The answer didn’t matter. All too soon Bucky broke away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours while panting. You felt his warm breaths puff against your lips as you leaned in to kiss him again. He held you still from where he cupped your cheeks. 

“That’s why?” Bucky asked between gasps of air. 

“Why what?” You whispered into the small gap between the two of you. 

“That’s why you get me little things? Like the socks, the blanket, the wolf. Because I went so long without?”

“I get you them because I want to. And I hope that it makes up for the years you had no choices. I know it’s dumb,” you try to explain. “But I hope it makes up for all the pain you never deserved. I got the wolf to represent that chapter of your life being over, and I gave it to you today to celebrate the anniversary of you gaining your freedom back. I got you the hoodie because I know how much the cold bothers you deep down. I found the socks because you don’t need to only buy things to be practical. The blanket was a bit selfish, I admit it. But I wanted to be able to cuddle you close while having plenty of blanket left.”

Bucky let out a small whine deep in his throat, “Baby…”

“I just want you to realize how much I love you. And I choose you every time, because I want you in my life. And sometimes it feels like I don’t deserve you, but for some reason you choose me too. And you never fail to show me just how much you care about me.”

“I love you so much.”

You lean in to kiss Bucky, and this time he doesn’t stop your lips from connecting. 

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Here's something with Kuroo and demon reader!! Sorry if it's long and winded I wrote it on a whim. If you wanna add on, feel free to

Kuroo x demon reader

Something Kuroo wasn't expecting was to see you next to his bed. He had gone to sleep the night before thinking about all the work that had to be done, but those work thoughts would have to be put on hold now with you, a cute demon from the depths of hell here to probably take his soul.

Well, it wasn't such a bad way to go.

"What are you?" He asked you, earning a bland response in return.

"A demon, duh." He waited for elaboration, but you had nothing to elaborate on. When he asked why you were here, you merely blinked and replied with a response Kuroo was certainly not expecting. "I'm here to tempt you humans into doing heinous actions!"

Everyday, you stuck by him, trying to dye his heart black by convincing him to give into sin. Keyword: trying. In reality, you'd be right at his side, looking at anything and everything that could possibly be used to do some bad things. However, you got side tracked on your mission real hard when you had to deal with his tired ass all the time.

At one point, you delegated yourself as his housedemon. You couldn't have your human tired all the time! If that happened, he wouldn't be able to do crime and damn himself to hell!

Kuroo flinched as you slammed your hands on the table, making the bowls of instant ramen clatter. "What's up?"

"Enough of this shit!" You scowl, glaring at the deliciously unhealthy food. Kuroo raised a brow and brought his chopsticks up to slurp some more noodles. "We've literally had this instant crap since the beginning of the fucking week!! I've probably eaten this more than real food staying in this sinkhole! Do you humans always eat this THIS often?!"

"Uh, well I mean I guess so," he sighed, exhaustion expressed in his eye bags. "Packaged instant food is just convenient and quick. Sometimes, it's all we have the time and patience to cook." Kuroo was going to continue before he saw your scowl deepen.

"HUMAN!" You bellowed, eyes glaring a red hue pointed directly at Kuroo. He straightened himself up and gulped. Your tail came lashing out, horns growing from your head while your wings expanded to make you look as intimidating as possible. He nearly toppled over in fear when you pointed a sharp finger at him. "From tomorrow on, you will receive three meals a day. And not instant meals!! You need to eat real food and worry about getting enough rest, you dumbass!"

"...huh?" Kuroo watched dumbfounded. You sat down and continued to angrily slurp your noodles. Your tail, horns, and wings slowly sink back.

In the moment he was confused on why you cared so much, but he's truly grateful that you spend so much time making sure he's okay. Even if your reason was to see him commit arson or something. And honestly, with you here with him, he can really see improvements in his life.

So while he was off doing work, you had grocery runs and laundry to do. But Kuroo did admit, you were very determined with whatever you did, just not successful all the time.

Kuroo liked having you around, and he knew you liked being around him. He enjoyed coming home to someone and being pampered. He enjoyed catering to you, flustering you, and, even though you're a hotheaded brat, spoiling you with affection the closer you two got. There were so many things he loved about you.

He especially enjoyed your adorable attempts to get him to do some crime. In your book, crime was something as petty as dropping trash on the floor and not picking it up. It made it even cuter when you'd catch yourself discouraging him from doing something unnecessary or reckless. The way you showed you cared for him when you didn't mean to always makes his heart flutter.

"THROW IT IN RECYCLING! Think before you go ahead and throw a whole fucking bag of trash into the goddamn waste bin! Now keep sorting."

"Do you wanna burn down this place? You have to put it to medium low! Don't keep it on high."

"Go feed these scraps to the alley cats. They've probably been eating dry food for days. Also, can you bring these to the fruit vendor while you're at it?"

"Oi, oi, careful! You're gonna get hurt if you do it like that. Go take a bath. I can handle it."

Who knew the demon would be so virtuous?

Oh how the turn tables.

There was something, though, that Kuroo was shying away from. He wanted to pursue a relationship with a demon, which was weird in itself. But he felt even weirder when he thought about him. Him being on top of you. With your clothes off—

"Welcome home, idiot rooster."

"I'm h... Where's your shirt?"

"Oh this? It got too hot and I didn't wanna turn on the AC so I just decided to take off my shirt. I mean, I still have my apron on so it's fine."

"..."

"Rooster, you're red all over."

"Not only are you dense, you have no decency."

"Hah?? Listen, us demons don't have such frivolous manners of dress!"

"THAT'S EVEN WORSE—"

He can't help but let his mind wander, especially since you two are pretty much close enough to the point you'll take baths together. Your gestures, the outfits you liked to wear out, heck even your smile and voice make his Kuroo Jr rage. He didn't know how to approach you with his fantasies. That was until one day.

"Honey, I'm HOOOOOOME!" Kuroo's obnoxious voice rang from the genkan. He took off his shoes, waiting for the sound of approaching footsteps and maybe an annoyed comment on his very extra greeting. But instead he got nothing. Kuroo frowned and went further into his home, placing his bag down before calling out softer again.

"Y/n?" He looked around. He went closer towards the bedrooms and couldn't help his furrowing brows when he heard some shifting, pants, and whimpers from inside his room. He knocked on the door before gently turning the knob. "Y/n? Are you oka—" His breath hitched as he slowly pushed the door open.

Inside was you, curled up into a ball with only one of his hoodies on you, a sex toy he didn't recognize covered in lube being weakly pushed in by trembling fingers. The hoodie was already a little big on him, but you looked like you were engulfed in it. He couldn't see your face, but he could see your bare ass on display, tail out and swishing rapidly. You were panting heavily, mewls and whines leaving you as you tried to push the toy in and out, so absorbed in your own world you failed to notice Kuroo's presence and massive erection.

"Mm...! T-Tetsu..." You moaned oh so sweetly.

Kuroo wanted nothing more than to torture you with that toy, pushing it in so roughly and suddenly that you'd cum immediately. He was jealous of a toy. Oh so envious that a piece of plastic had been used to fill your desires this whole time while he was suppressing his own. He wanted to play with your tail and cock until you were begging, sobbing to be filled. And the moment he would... Kuroo would be sure that he wouldn't stop till you couldn't cum any longer.

You've tempt him long enough.

Hope this was okay I tried hard to make it more spicy 😫

- kiss kiss fall in love anon

I FINALLY FINALLY GOT AROUND TO READING THIS AND OH MY- I am obsessed just. Imagine. Kuroo just actually taking those steps after he hears your pretty moans, grabbing onto your tail… He just goes "You called?" Before taking the toy from your hands, pushing it in himself, making you buck into it desperately. He'd get flustered once you ask him to fuck you, though. He's never had sex with a demon how was this supposed to work? Probably the same as with anyone… And oh the sounds you both make when he finally tips you over the edge on his cock… You were way more perfect for him than he ever could've imagined.

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Walk Away (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello!

Double Lizzie! All I will say is be prepared for chaos. Enjoy! :)

Summary: How will Y/n handle developing feelings for Wanda and an intricate history with Leigh? Will it all boil over on their birthday?

It was a mistake. It had to be. That’s the only way you could rationalize the invitation glaring obnoxiously back at you from the screen of your laptop. You pinched the bridge of your nose to ease the tension that had built from being in the situation.

As much as you wished you didn’t, you couldn’t help but feel the familiar sensation of irritation that began to crawl under your skin. It seemed that no matter how many times you played this game, you were always the one at the disadvantage.

Again, and again, and again.

The routine of her pushing you away and pulling you close was familiar, but you expected things to be different this time around. That was your own fault. You were foolish to think that anything would change.

The cycle would never end because you would never have the strength to break it.

Figuring there was nothing to lose, you pulled out your phone and dialed the number you had memorized years ago. It wasn’t like you expect her to answer anyway. She hadn’t since your night together and you were quite comfortable with her voicemail at this point.

“Hello?” The surprise of Leigh actually answering caused you to choke slightly. In an attempt to breathe through the fit, you began coughing. “If you’re choking you should’ve called 911, not me.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

You adored the woman, but nothing would’ve given you more satisfaction than to be able to flip her off in that moment.

With a final cough you rushed out a reply. There was no point in beating around the bush with formalities. She might hang up before you got to the point. “Was it a mistake?” The words clumsily tumbled from your lips without allowing your mind time to process how they may sound.

“Are you seriously-”

“The invitation to your party.” You clarified over the sound of Leigh’s response.

There was a brief pause. “Oh. That.” You furrowed your brows. “No, it wasn’t. You should come. I mean, if you want to come. I know it’s last minute.”

If Leigh wasn’t infamous for her brutal honesty you would have thought that was the opposite of what she wanted. “I’ll be there. I think it’s only fair since I missed your last one.”

Her last birthday must have been much harder than this one and the guilt that you left her alone for it still weighed heavily on your conscious.

An awkward silence hung tensely in the air. “Right. Well... See you then. Bye.”

“By-” A small frown tugged at the corners of your lips when the dial tone interrupted your parting. “Of course.” Leigh was always an enigma but lately you had been getting whiplash from the uncertainty of it all.

You couldn’t help but feel like you always seemed to lose a piece of yourself to her whenever you spoke.

There was one person who's conversations didn't come wrapped in barbed wire. One person who stole all your words away in the best way possible. Just the thought of her eased the tension that pressed heavily against your chest.

It was as if she knew you were thinking of her because your phone began ringing almost immediately after thoughts of her began to float through your mind. You couldn’t help but smile that appeared when you saw her name flash across your screen.

Your spirits had been lifted before you even heard her voice. “Hey, I was just thinking about you.”

A quiet hum drifted over the line and you could see her soft smile so vividly in your mind that it was almost as if she was there with you. “Is that so?” You hummed in response. “And what exactly was it that you were thinking about?”

Absentmindedly you began fiddling with a pen that was on your desk. “Oh, just that I kind of miss you, Maximoff.”

The sound of her laughter made butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Only kind of? Guess I should ask them to extend my time over here until you fully miss me.”

You gasped in mock indignation. “Don’t you dare.”

“I kind of miss you too, Y/n.” She said softly, and the butterflies multiplied. “I was actually calling for a different reason though.”

Again, you gasped in mock indignation. “So, you mean to tell me you didn’t call just because you couldn’t bear to go another minute without hearing my voice?”

The laughter that floated down the line was even more boisterous than before which caused your own smile to grow. “That and I have a question.”

“I might have an answer.” You replied easily.

You could hear the sounds from where she was become louder, but she didn’t seem fazed by it. “Are you going to Leigh’s party tomorrow?”

The pen slipped from your grip. “Technically your party as well. Tomorrow is your birthday too.”

“Parties aren’t really my thing. It’s Leigh’s party.” There was a shyness to her words that you found so endearing. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You picked the pen up again. “I’ll be there. I wouldn't miss it. I wasn't around for her birthday last year and it was after she lost-” you stopped yourself, not sure of how much Wanda knew about Leigh’s life yet.

“Her husband.” Wanda finished quietly. You nodded even though you knew she couldn’t see it. “Why weren't you there last year?”

On reflex your fingers formed a fist around the pen. “It’s a long story. A story for when you’re not who knows where.”

You dreaded the day you’d have to explain the complicated web of history that you shared with Leigh. The thought alone filled your body with anxiety.

It was as though Wanda could sense your discomfort, as she changed the subject. “I’m pretty sure I told you where I was.”

“I’m positive you didn’t. Keeping up the mystery.” You teased lightly. “Will you be back in town in time for the party?” The obvious hope that slipped into your words made you bite back a groan. You hoped she didn’t think you were desperate as you sounded.

There was a bit more commotion coming from Wanda’s end. “I actually should be touching down right before Leigh’s party begins. I wasn’t sure if I should go or not.”

“You have to go. Please. Then I can give you your present on your actual birthday.”

For a moment there was silence. “You got me a present?” She asked quietly.

Again, you nodded even though she couldn’t see. “Of course I did. You’re- I- We’re friends.” You stuttered out nervously even though friends was the last thing you wanted to be with Wanda.

“Oh.” She mumbled and suddenly the commotion became even louder. “Hey, Y/n, I have to go, but I’ll be there. I can’t wait to see you.”

A small blush spread across your cheeks. “I can’t wait to see you either, Wanda. Safe travels.”

Maybe tomorrow wouldn’t be as bad as you thought it was going to be.

_______________

From the sound of it, the party was in full swing and you couldn’t help but feel nerves build in your chest as you knocked hesitantly on the door. “Y/n!” Jules greeted happily as she ushered you into the home.

“Hi, Jules.” You mumbled, still feeling the residual embarrassment from the last time you saw her.

She nudged you playfully. “If you plan on sneaking out tonight after your extracurriculars with my sister, just make sure you plan ahead.”

You shifted uncomfortably. “That’s no-” But she had walked away before you could finish your sentence. Looks like that ran in the Shaw family.

With a sigh, you ambled out into the backyard where it seemed everyone was gathered. You didn’t see a point in lingering inside when the memory of the last time you’d been there was still so fresh in your mind.

It only took a moment, but you finally found Leigh by one of the tables speaking animatedly to one of her friends. Your heart dropped at the sight of her in that black dress. You almost wanted to turn around and leave rather than run the risk of saying something you know you shouldn’t.

When she looked like that you knew you probably would.

The opportunity disappeared when she looked up and met your eyes across the yard. You took a steadying breath and made your way over to her, listening to her excuse herself from the other person. “Hey. You look lovely.” You said with a small smile, hoping that even if it was just for a night, everything would be okay.

The storm in her eyes seemed more subdued. Maybe you’d be able to stay afloat. “Thank you, Y/n. You look… nice as well.” The small smile and compliment she returned nearly sent you into shock.

“Happy birthday.” You offered her the wrapped package timidly. You ignored the small tingles that arose on your skin from where her fingers brushed.

The intricate design on the front of the gift appeared as Leigh slowly tore away the wrapping paper. “Is this what I think it is?” She asked quietly as she turned the book over in her hands.

You nervously rubbed your forehead. “It’s okay if you don’t like it. I just figured since In Time of Daffodils is your favorite poem, it’d be nice to have a first edition. Which, thinking back now, was kind of ridiculous since I’m sure you have a copy already and-”

Your rambling was brought to an abrupt halt when you felt Leigh’s arms wrap around your waist as she pulled you into a gentle embrace.

Despite everything in your mind telling you to leave, you couldn’t help but melt into her as your hands hovered tentatively over her waist. “Y/n. I love it. This might be one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone’s ever given me. I can't believe you remembered my favorite poem.”

The smile on your face was inevitable when she spoke to you like that. "Of course I remember." You mumbled softly. When she stayed in your arms, you allowed your hands rested lightly over the middle of her back.

You could feel your heartbeat racing in your chest when you felt her arms tighten around you.

“Hey, lovebirds. Break it up. You’re not in Leigh’s room yet.” Jules joked in passing as she made her way over to the snack table.

As if coming to her senses, Leigh abruptly stepped back and tossed the book on the table like it had burned her. The storm in her eyes was back in full force. You mentally cursed Jules. “I’m going to go mingle. Enjoy the party, Y/n.” Before you could say anything, she had rushed off.

All you could do was breathe out a heavy sigh as you rubbed a hand down your face. You looked around the party and recognized a few acquaintances, but no one you could actually talk to. They were all Leigh’s friends. Jules was your only other friend there, but you didn’t think you could handle the teasing.

With nothing else to do, you picked up the book Leigh had carelessly thrown aside and began reading. You just needed to pass the time until Wanda arrived.

You were lost in one of the poems in the book when you heard the volume of the white noise around you shift, almost like everyone began talking all at once. You decided to ignore it.

“Hi.” You heard a quiet voice say by your side.

That voice. The one that had begun to infiltrate your dreams. Your head shot up as your eyes met the sparkling emeralds before you. “Wanda.” You breathed out happily as you gently placed the book to the side.

She’s a dream that keeps coming back and I don’t think I ever want to wake up. You thought to yourself dazedly.

The corners of Wanda’s lips turned up in a genuine smile. A subtle hitch of her breath caught your attention. “Y/n.” Before you could even process what you were doing, you leaped in her arms. The sound of her surprised laughter filled the air around you as her arms pulled you closer.

“Happy birthday. I missed you.” You said into her shoulder, allowing yourself to relish in her touch.

In response Wanda buried her face in the crook of your neck, her lips lightly brushing your skin as she spoke. “I missed you too.” The warmth of her breath fanning across your skin sent a shiver down your spine.

I think this is happiness. Was the only thought in your mind as you remained wrapped in her embrace. You could feel Wanda shiver as her arms tightened around you.

Eventually Wanda pulled away and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness. “You look beautiful.” You said sincerely, allowing your thoughts to escape the confines of your mind for once.

Wanda ducked her head bashfully. “Thank you. You look quite beautiful yourself.” Your cheeks burned with her words.

Reaching into your jacket pocket you pulled out a small, neatly wrapped box. “When I saw this, I couldn’t help but think of you.” You explained as you bashfully offered her the box which she shyly accepted.

You watched with bated breath as she opened the box and pulled out the dainty necklace with a small crescent moon attached to the chain. “It reminded me of the night we spent at your spot. When we looked at the stars.” You added after a moment of silence, feeling your nerves build the longer she went without saying a word.

“Y/n. It’s beautiful. I love it.” Wanda finally said as gaze shifted to meet yours. There were constellations in her eyes. Your heart thudded heavily against your chest at the sight. “Can you help me put it on?”

Wordlessly you took the necklace from her hand and moved to stand behind her. Your breath became heavy when she pushed her hair to the side. You clasped the necklace and quickly moved to stand in front of her again. “Beautiful.” She blushed.

The rest of the night was much easier to get through with Wanda by your side and the hours passed by in a blur. “So, what exactly is it you do?” You asked with a quirked brow. “I mean, I know you get sent crazy places, but you always avoid saying what you do exactly.”

Wanda shifted uncomfortably at the question which you didn’t understand. “Oh. I do humanitarian work.” She began to play with her fingers which you now knew was a nervous habit. “With a really obscure company.”

You could sense that she was desperate for you to drop the subject, you just didn’t understand why. “Okay, Wanda.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed that she didn’t want to tell you whatever it was she was hiding.

There was a brief moment of silence. “You know, I hadn’t acknowledged my birthday since I lost Pietro. I expected this night to be so hard.” Wanda admitted suddenly, her eyes clouding over.

You took her hand in yours. “We celebrate him today too, Wanda. Even if he’s not here with you now. He’s here.” You pointed to the center of her chest with your free hand, “And here.” Your pointer finger lightly tapped her temple. “And he always will be.”

A shaky breath escaped her lips and your heart hurt for the woman before you. “I know. I miss him. Everyday. Especially on days like today.” You squeezed her hand lightly in comfort. “But being here with you made today a little easier.”

“I know there’s nothing I could say that could ever fix the hurt, but I’m here for you.” You told her quietly. “You deserve the world, Wanda.”

A small smile formed on her lips, “Thank you. Hopefully we’ll see it together.” Wanda’s eyes widened slightly as if she wasn’t meant to say that out loud. You heart fluttered.

Almost immediately she ducked her head, her hair falling gracefully in her face. You reached a hand out to gently brush away a piece of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes.

Your hand lingered as your thumb lightly caressed her jaw. Wanda leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to kiss her. How can I be just friends with someone who I want to kiss? You thought to yourself as you became lost in her eyes. Wanda’s cheeks flushed as she raised her hand to rest over yours.

Her lips parted slightly, and your eyes were almost immediately drawn to the action. Your breathing became more ragged as you fought against every instinct to stop yourself from leaning in and feeling her soft lips against your own.

Am I dreaming or is she leaning in? You wondered in disbelief.

“Alright, sis! Time to sing happy birthday!” Leigh interrupted with a clap of her hands. Both you and Wanda sprung apart, matching blushes on each of your cheeks.

Your brow furrowed at the overdramatic smile on Leigh’s face. It was obviously fake and being fake was so out of character for her. “Looks like the spotlight is calling, birthday girl.” You whispered in Wanda’s ear with a playful smile.

A quiet laugh fell from her lips as she met your eyes. “Looks like it.” She bit her lip shyly. “To be continued?”

Your body vibrated with excitement. “To be continued.” You promised.

Leigh took Wanda by the hand and dragged her away just as she opened her mouth to respond. You could see Leigh’s jaw was clenched from where you stood.

A moment later everyone in the yard was singing to the two women and you couldn’t, for the life of you, tear your eyes away from Wanda and the way she shifted uncomfortably under the all attention she was receiving.

When her eyes met yours, her shoulders visibly relaxed and you played up the way you were singing in hopes of easing her discomfort. The smile that overcame her features made making a fool of yourself in front of all of Leigh’s snobby friends more than worth it.

As you were making your way over to Wanda after the cake had been distributed, you saw Leigh storms off out of the corner of your eye. You worriedly watched her disappear into the house.

“Hey, do you mind if I go check on Leigh? She looked upset.” You asked Wanda when you were finally stood in front of her.

Wanda shook her head with a small smile. “Not at all. I’ll go talk to Jules while I wait.”

You easily returned her smile. “I’ll be back.” You assured her as you turned to head inside, following the path you had seen just seen Leigh take.

When you walked into the kitchen you saw Leigh slam a bowl into the sink, the glass shattering on impact. Your eyes widened in concern. “Leigh!” Instead of answering, she took a plate and threw it into the sink as well, the shattered pieces mingling with the fragments of the bowl. You rushed over to her as she picked up another plate. “Leigh, stop.” You took her hands and gently pulled her away from the sink.

Her breathing was shallow, and her jaw remained clenched angrily, but no words left her lips. “Look, I know today is hard for you.” You began cautiously.

Leigh ripped her hands away from yours. “You don’t know anything.”

“Let me help.” The words bordered on pleading as you could see that all her defenses were up.

“I don’t need your help. You can’t do anything for me.”

Going against your better judgement, you continued. “I know you’re suffering, Leigh, and I know that you feel suffering is all you are but you’re more than that-”

Her words were so faint you could barely hear them. “Stop.”

“It can be a part of who you are, but don’t let the pain push away the people who care about you.”

“STOP!”

You recoiled in surprise, taking an involuntary step back. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to help.”

Leigh pushed a frustrated hand through her hair. “Well you’re not helping! Stop trying to fix me!”

“I’m not trying to fix you, Leigh.” You insisted as you took a cautious step forward.

“You are though!” Her eyes were wide with fury.

The last thing you wanted was to make her feel like she needed to be fixed. You just wanted to help ease her pain. “I really wasn’t, Leigh. I was worried, and I wanted to see if there was something I could do to-”

“You’re pathetic! I just use you and you keep coming back.” A dark chuckle fell from her lips. You flinched. “I’m not yours! I was never yours and I will never be yours! I’m never going to want you back so just stop!”

There was a heavy silence in the air as Leigh’s chest heaved from the force of her words. It was a low blow and she knew it. You’ve had plenty of experience being burned by Leigh’s words, but this time felt different though. It was final. She finally said how she truly felt. You were done avoiding that.

You schooled your features and nodded slightly. “Okay. I’m sorry. Have a good rest of your night, Leigh. Happy birthday.”

Leigh was a hurricane, what more did you expect than to be caught in the downpour?

“Y/n-” You left before she could say another word, so you didn’t see the way her face dropped as tears welled in her eyes.

If Wanda wasn’t still there you would have left and never looked back, but you knew you couldn’t leave her without an explanation. In a useless attempt to gather your emotions, you paused before entering the backyard and took a deep breath, clearing your mind.

The sight of Wanda’s smile brought you a small sense of peace, but it couldn’t take away from the fact that your precariously healed wounds had been ripped open. Ashes within yourself had been set ablaze in anguish once again. You needed to tend to the flames on your own.

“Hey.” You softly called, your hand on her elbow. She turned from Jules who quietly excused herself. “I'm sorry, but I have to go. I’m not feeling well.”

Wanda’s brows furrowed, and her eyes filled with worry. You mentally cursed yourself because you knew she didn’t buy it. “Are you okay?”

You nodded in hopes of reassuring her, your lips quirking up halfheartedly. “I really am not feeling well.” Which wasn’t entirely a lie. “Do you maybe want to do something this week though?”

The worry never faded from her eyes as she nodded faintly. “That sounds great, Y/n.”

“Perfect. I’ll call you. Happy birthday, Wanda. I hope it was a good one.” You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, smiling slightly at the blush that was left in your wake.

Wanda began fidgeting with her fingers. “It was. Bye, Y/n.” She said shyly as you walked away. When you had disappeared out of view, Wanda turned to face the house. If something had happened with you, she figured she should check on Leigh. She was her sister after all.

When Wanda entered the kitchen, she found Leigh leaning against the counter, her face buried in her hands. Wanda knocked lightly on the wall to get her attention. “Hey, Leigh. Are you okay?’

Leigh’s head shot up, her posture relaxing slightly when she saw it was Wanda. “Why? What did Y/n say?”

Wanda blinked in surprise. “Nothing. I just wanted to check on you.”

A smile that didn’t reach her eyes formed on Leigh’s face. “Right. Well, I’m fine.”

“Okay, I just wanted to check.” Wanda eyed Leigh skeptically but didn’t push. “I think I’m going to head home, it’s been a long day. Thank you for inviting me. I had fun.” Leigh just nodded as Wanda began to exit the kitchen.

“Hey, Wanda?” Leigh called. Wanda stopped and turned to face Leigh, her eyebrows raised in question. “Look, we’re sisters now, right?”

Hesitantly Wanda nodded, unsure of where Leigh was going with her words. “Yes…”

Leigh shifted slightly. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Of course. What is it?” Wanda worriedly walked over to the other side of the counter, so she was face to face with Leigh.

There was a brief moment of silence before Leigh met Wanda’s eyes again. “I need you to stay away from Y/n.”

The surprise of the statement made Wanda laugh. Her laughter quickly faded away when she realized Leigh wasn’t joking. “You can’t be serious.”

Leigh rubbed at her temple, avoiding her twin's gaze. “I am. I need you to stay away from Y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.” Wanda eventually replied, her head tilted slightly. Leigh’s eyes hardened when she met Wanda's determined stare.

And we have concluded part 3! Chaos has ensued. Thank you all so much for all the positive feedback this story has been getting! I hope you all enjoy this part just as much. Are we team Leigh or team Wanda? I would love to read your thoughts!

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Gone to voicemail  6

Bakugou x fem!reader, angst, fluff, romance

Summary : Bakugou and Y/n go through hardships during their engagement, will they be able to wait for each other at the alter or will they find someone new to share their vows with?

Bakugou groaned as he could feel the headache of his hangover swarm his head as he rolls over in his bed. It must be early enough since Paprika hasn't woken him up yet for her walk.

He knew he shouldn't of drank that much but he didn't realise how much he drank until he was wasted, he remembers bits of the night previous, mainly the funny moments of playing a few card games and having a good time

He normally wouldn't go to celebrations, especially big ones, but since this was small and casual he let lose for a bit. He would only go somewhere gig and fancy if you were there. You always helped him when he wanted to leave and when his social battery ran out. Katsuki was the same to you in return, he could tell by your eyes if you wanted to go home.

Katsuki hoped the idiots at least cleaned up a small but before they left. He went to bed after releasing he fell asleep on the sofa hours later.

Katsuki begrudgingly got out of bed to get some water and to eat something to ease the headache, good thing he is on night shift tonight. Katsuki could feel the humidity from walking into the main room, looking around he can see a few glasses and empty food packages. "Who knew the idoots could clean, tch not like they did back in u.a"

Katsuki picked up the glasses to being them over to the sink to rinse later, he looked over at the small side dish he had out by the sink to put rings and bracelets you would wear before washing the dishes, he put your engagement ring there not to ling back so it wasn't out in the open

'Damn, I need to just get my ass in gear soon. Good thing we organised to speak soon'

Katsuki thought to himself as he walked around the counter to collect the rubbish to throw away, as he was picking the leftovers up he notices Camie left her purse, a small pink coin purse he got her back in high school

"Shoot I should text her to come back to get it, she will need it"

Katsuki wonders why they didn't spend the night. Normally shitty hair would spend the night since they are patrol partners to just carpool to the agency the next day. Maybe something came up

Katuski continues to clean up, he turned on the tv to have as background noise as he got paprika toys put away

"Today on hero expose, we have more drama on the y/n and katsuki love scandle"

"Scandle? The fuck"

The news channel caught his attention at the ridiculous headline for his current predicament

"Late last night pro hero Maboromacamie posted some sketpial things on her social media last night, let's take a look shall we?"

The tweets popped up onto the screen for everyone to see, Katsuki was shocked– what was she thinking?!

"What the actual fuck..."

"Fellow pro hero: Chargebolt claimed that the tweets were an outcome of her being intoxicated, other sources claim it was her inner feelings being revealed"

"Many people belive she is taking a chance to wiggle her way in yo pro hero Dynamights heart ince again, will she get her happily ever after? Or will she have to find a new prince charming? Stay tuned into this news story to find out"

Katsuki was discussed– he dating Camie again?! FAT CHANCE

Katsuki purely only seen Camie as a colleague, a good friend nothing more nothing less. He wants the best for her at all times. He was there by her side when she had a nasty villian fight and she ws hospitalised. You even brought them dinner as he made sure he took care of all the medical work needed.

Katsuki wanted to ask the others to see when it happned since the tweet shown online was around the time they might of till been there

Katsuki walked around to find his phone, now found currently on the floor, to dial someone he knew he could trust after last night

*ring* *ring*

Calling tape arms...

"Hey dude what's up? You feelin' alright after last night?" Sero answers into the phone as he can be heard outside probably on patrol due to the traffic noise in the background

"Was gonna ask ya what the fuck news reporters are talkin' about. What happens with Camie? Cut the bullshit my head already hurts enough"

"Well...we asked you how y/n was, and it spiraled into a conversation on the both of yous to see what was going on due to the counselling. Camie wasn't happy hearing the news between you and y/n so Camie decided to say few choice words about the bith of your previous relationship"

"Oh shit." Was all he could muster out

" yeah it was pretty bad she got emotional quite quickly and it was clearly the alcohol talking hence why we wanted to get her home quickly.Good thing I was sober"

"Yeah...thanks for that, I'll pay you for the taxi, eh...what did she say exactly?"

"she confessed to you that she still has feelings to you, then asked would it be possible to try again you laughed in her face and just spoke highly of y/n since you clearly still love her" was all the information he gave

"Really? She doesn't have feelings for me idiot, you sure you didn't drink?" Katsuki was annoyed that Sero would lie to his face so quickly to make Camie look bad

"Dude I'm serious hear me out, when you and Kaminari were setting up the next round of poker me and Camie went over to grab more bowles for the snack, she showed me where they were and seen y/n engagement ring.."

Sero trailed off not wanted to continue further, Katsuki wanted to know more

"Yeah okay? I still have her ring. Its special so what?

*flashback to the night previous*

Sero and Camie were putting the snacks into the bowels, camie got some sauce on her hands and went to go wash it. She noticed a particular peice of jewellery out and wanted a closer look

Camie picked up your engagement ring and placed it on her ring finger, it didn't quite fit but it looked nice

"What do you think?" Camie asks Sero

"Huh? Oh– you should take that off. Not cool to wear that" is all Sero says as his face looks annoyed that she would event think to wear a sentimental piece of jewellery that didn't belong to her at all

"Ahah, it doesn't mean much now anyways, I'm sure it will get wrapped up and given to me for my birthday anyway since Katsuki has no use for it" Camie says as she places the ring back in the small dish tray and picked up some bowels and heads back to the main group

"Yeah...not to you it doesn't mean much" was all wrong said before following with the rest of the snacks

*back to current time*

"She didn't seem to care that much for y/n that much anyway, just be careful what you share to her alright? Y/n is still our friend"

"Right...thanks for that gotta go clean up"

"Alright take care bye!"

Katsuki was shocked that Camie had the nerve to pick up your ring. Now it was gorgeous it suited your taste perfectly– Katsuki knew the moment he seen it it was the one, when he seen you he knew you were the one. Funny coincidence? Maybe

Katsuki needs to send an important text before he gets anything else done

Katsuki : hey, I think its best if we keep our distance for a bit. I have alot on my plate at the moment. Hope you understand, thanks

Camie : no problem :)

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Camie sat there with her heart broken and her head spinning, why isn't her plan going right?!

She needed to make sure you understand you weren't in the equation anymore, at least for the near future. Camie asks her agent if she could make a request for her partner for the up coming hero charts at the end of the summer,

Camie wanted to make sure everyone knew where she stood in this situation

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You made your way to the door as you heard the bell ring, you answered the door to see it was the postman

"Thank you!" You say cheerfully as you take the package, big and heavy at that. What was it?

You open it since it was addressed to you. You had no idea what it could be.

You pull put the item to see it was your wedding outfit...one you picked out months ago with close family there to help you as you went from shop to shop to find the perfect outfit. It was everything you wanted and more. You started to tear up at the thought of it not being worn...the thought if not making memories wearing it on your special day...not being able to see Katsuki's face as you walked down the aisle to the special song you picked out when you were little.

You started to break down in the hallway in your brothers house, you held the outfit close to your chest as you let it all out once more. You just wanted to be held, to be reassured it will be all okay again, to be told you are loved again by someone who loved you more then you could imagine. All you wanted was to rewind back several months ago to make things right between you and Katuki.

You have been keeping up with the media for the last few days inbetween work. You scheduled a couples therapy appointment and you were going to notify Katsuki when you meet up next week to talk things out calmly in person. God all you wanted was your suki back

You don't even know if you could face anyone in his friend group at the moment, the looks of pity were getting to be too much.

You had to compose yourself since you had work soon. You needed to make sure Shinsous launch will be amazing, your promised him. And you don't break promises

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Katsuki was on his nightly patrol, nothing major has happned so far. Just confiscating some alcohol from underage kids and to help someone get home safely.

The summer breeze was nice against his skin that peaked our from his summer uniform, he has always enjoyed the summer months since it helps his quirk alot since it makes him sweat more, meaning he can fight for longer and harder

Katsuki's ear price buzzed signaling his agency was trying to gain his attention, katsuki pressed his finger to his ear price letting his team speak to his has he walked down the path.

"Dynamight we have a quick announcement, we have just been invited to the annual hero charts party, you have been requested and sponsored to go with someone, you will go understand?"

"Look you know I don't go to those shirty events tch you know the only reason I want and I ain't got a reason to now. Find someone else"

"No can do, we have already made a brand deal and you have to go"

"For fucks sake! At least tell me who I'm gonna be wasting my hours with takin' stupid photos"

"Maboromacamie, she will be the best option for brands to sponsor us, she has worked in the modeling gig for a while along side Creati"

"HAH?!? DID YOU NOT SEE THE MEDIA TODAY! IF WE GO THEY WILL HAVE OUR ASSES!" Katsuki was not having this

"Too late, we can't cancel on this opportunity and have the possibility to be blackmailed around Tokyo, have a god day Dynamight"

The call ended in Katsuki's ear piece..how us he gonna get out of this mess?

Katsuki got an email earlier confirming from their wedding venue that they cancelled on their behalf since they weren't getting married anymore. That was something Katsuki wasn't prepared for since he thought he had more time to get you back and convince you to take him back, Camie is meddling in too much shit...whatever else is she trying to ruin?

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@hero-media : We can't wait to see what Shinou has install for us!!

@hero-media : when will the drama end!! All we want is peace! ✌🏻🔥

@Dynamight : don't ever speak behind my back, just shows you were to scared to say it to my face. Pathetic

@Redriot : look at my news crocs! They Have fur! How cute~ 🥺

@Camiexo : His cologne always reminded me of home...I should be home home soon <3

Thank you for reading this shit show of a chapter...if you have stayed this long in the series thank you, I will help you erase this from your memory once its finished because you don't need this keeping you away at night

-> masterlist

-> part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

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Prisoner's Game Pt. 2 (Rowaelin)

Part 1

~Rowan~

Rowan didn't think he'd ever been so pissed off in his life.

The only time that even came close was when he lost his first and only court case, but over the years he'd come to live with that.

This though?

This immature, childish, irritatingly clever woman... he had a feeling he'd carry the rage he felt against her until the day he finally died of it.

Although, if he was honest, his returning move had been a little childish, too.

He'd ordered one of the guards to strip her cell of everything except the chess set. Her mattress, the makeshift knife he shuddered to think she'd had in the same room as him, her pillow.

If she wanted to steal his shit, he'd steal hers, too.

He'd also had the guard move one of his pawns forward on the board.

Not the most creative, but he didn't have many options.

What did you take from a woman who had nothing? How did you punish someone who was already serving the longest punishment available?

The bank had seized her assets when she'd been locked up, and the lease on her apartment had long since run out. She didn't have any personal items with her, didn't seem to even care about anything besides making his life hell.

Case in point, when he got home that night, exhausted from dealing with Aelin and spending a long day at the office, he'd discovered her retaliation.

She'd stolen his bed.

The whole goddamn thing, frame and all.

How she'd managed to get it out of a penthouse condo with security not realizing a thing, he had no idea. He knew from experience it wouldn't even fit through the door.

It'd seemed if she was going to be uncomfortable, so was he.

Steaming with anger, he'd showered and flopped on the couch like an idiot, not even able to sleep thanks to the rage she'd worked him into.

She was completely kicking his ass. From the inside of a jail cell.

He hadn't gotten more than a few hours of sleep before giving up on even trying. At six, he'd dressed and driven to Whitehorn and Salvaterre, the law firm he was a partner at.

If he couldn't sleep, he'd at least figure out how the hell she was pulling this shit off.

Looking through her folder, he went through her daily schedule, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

Eight am wake-up, breakfast, shower, lunch, yard time, dinner, lights out at nine. Between activities, she worked out in her cell or read a book from the run-down prison library.

In the eight years she'd been in prison, she hadn't had a single visitor. Her cousin Aedion--a playboy Rowan couldn't be paid to associate with--delivered a care package on the first of every month.

Strange, considering nothing of the sort had been in her cell.

She'd been in solitary confinement ever since randomly attacking her cellmate a little over a month ago. She was still allowed yard time and meals with the other prisoners, but she was chained at all times.

Also strange, considering Aelin wasn't the type to do anything randomly.

Rowan watched the security tapes he'd strong armed the guards into giving him, going through the past few days to see how she'd gotten out of her cell to rob him.

He watched as she was escorted to the yard, watched as she ate breakfast and lunch and dinner alone, watched as she put herself through vigorous training in her cell.

Days of footage, and he didn't find anything.

Feeling like a bit of a creep, he watched the nighttime footage of her sleeping, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

She didn't move too much or too little--both of which would indicate it wasn't really her under that thin blanket. There were no attempts to pick the locks in between her wrists and ankles, no digging into the wall behind her toilet.

Nothing.

Which meant someone was helping her.

He could go through the official channels and ask the police for her known connections, but he hadn't reported either of the robberies yet.

Partly because he wanted to deal with her himself, partly because he felt a bit stupid getting robbed from a woman in the most secure prison in the city.

Which means he'd have to go about it a different way.

Grabbing his keys from his desk, he debated how else he could make her miserable, unfortunately finding nothing else he could do to her, no revenge he could get from robbing her tiny little cell.

No, he'd have to try something new.

Maybe he could bribe her into confessing. She didn't have anything right now, but maybe he could give her something to lose.

He'd bring her lunch, force himself to apologize for yelling at her, and just politely ask who her accomplice was.

He thought on it as he rode down the elevator to the garage. It probably wouldn't work, but he didn't know what else to do.

And besides, he knew from experience Aelin didn't respond well to his anger.

Checking his email to make sure he wasn't missing any important meetings, he pressed the button on his car fob, expecting to hear the resounding beep from his designated parking spot.

Except the beep never came.

Slowly looking up, Rowan had to amend his earlier statement.

Now he didn't think he'd ever been so pissed off in his life.

He stormed over to the security booth, hardly refraining from grabbing the man inside and throwing him to the ground.

"Where's my car, Rolland?"

"In your spot, boss," the stout little man replied instantly and surely, snapping his gum and looking at him in confusion. "Haven't seen you drive out yet."

"Yes, exactly. Which is why it's a mystery why it's no longer in it's spot."

Rolland caught up slowly. "You mean... it was stolen? From here? From you?"

Jaw so tight his molars were practically fused together, Rowan growled, "Just let me see the security tapes from this morning."

The guard nodded quickly, eyes nervous as he typed something into the desktop in front of him.

"That's weird," he muttered a moment later, typing faster and sending Rowan a nervous glance.

"What?" he asked, trying to calm himself down with a few of the breathing techniques he'd learned over the years.

"The tapes are gone, but there's... this."

Rolland turned the screen so Rowan could see it, and all the breathing in the world couldn't keep him from slamming a fist into the side of the security shack.

The footage was gone, and on the blank black screen read: Bishop to J7.

He was going to fucking kill her.

~Aelin~

"Enjoy your taxi ride here?" she asked sweetly, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.

Rowan scowled at her as he crossed the small room inmates could use to talk to their lawyers. He yanked the chair across from her out, then threw himself into it. "You are such a pain in my ass."

She just shrugged.

He sat across from her, angry and broody, and for a long time, he just stared at her.

Finally he asked, "Why are you doing this, Aelin?"

"I told you. You locked me up for something I didn't do. I want you to be as miserable as I am. It's simple, petty revenge."

Nothing about it was simple, but that was besides the point.

He was quiet for another moment. "Why now?"

She sighed, but she wasn't upset. Truthfully, she'd been waiting for him to ask that question.

"I want to tell you a story."

He stood up suddenly, face exasperated. "I'm not fucking joking around. And I'm not going to let you waste any more of my time."

He made his way to the door, and his dismissal of her pissed her off enough to say, "Sit down, or your car's going off Whigsby Bridge."

He smiled like he'd won their little game. "So you admit you have it."

"Sure," she said casually, honestly not giving a shit about the car.

His brow furrowed. "You're giving up? Just like that?"

"You're a fucking idiot if you think this is about your car, Rowan. But sure, I admit I know exactly where it, and your bed, and your little dagger are being hidden."

He narrowed his eyes. "This conversation is being recorded, and you just admitted to being an accessory to robbery, so-"

"You aren't going to press charges," she cut him off, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket and lighting it.

Nasty little prison habit she'd developed, smoking.

Or maybe she just did it because she knew he hated the smell.

"Oh, really?" he asked incredulously, eyeing the cigarette with disdain.

She grinned. "Once you sit and hear my story and realize I'm telling the truth, you're going to feel so guilty you won't even care about the car. Now sit down. I'd hate to see a classic get totaled because you're being stubborn again."

He glared at her, but came back to the table and sat down again.

Then reached over and snatched the cigarette from her lips, putting it out against the steel table top.

She just pulled out another, lighting it with one of her last matches. The irritation on his face made it worth the loss.

He waved a hand as if to say Get on with it.

She'd debated how to tell him this story for a long time. It was long, and messy and not particularly pleasant for her. But she wanted him to know the full thing, so she'd decided to start at the very beginning.

"My parents died when I was four," she began, ignoring his dramatic sigh. "I went into foster care, and as you can imagine, I was a particularly unruly child."

She smiled at the few memories she had. "I stole from the nuns, snuck out of my room at night and ran through the house, set all the clocks back an hour so we could sleep in. Small stuff. But it irritated them, because they couldn't prove it was me."

"Sounds familiar," he grouched, making her grin.

"I was adopted by Arobynn Hamel a year later."

As she'd predicted, his mouth fell open at that.

Arobynn was the known king of the underworld in Rifthold. He had a hand in every aspect of crime, yet no one could do anything about it because he never committed the crime himself.

His name was revered, so much so no one ever dared to cross him.

"But your record says-"

"That I stayed in foster care until I turned eighteen, I know."

Arobynn hated public records and had a deal with someone in the system that he'd take some of the kids off their hands if they kept quiet about it. Illegal as hell, but he wasn't someone you refused without suffering serious consequences.

It was the perfect crime. No one would miss unwanted kids, and it gave the system one less mouth to feed.

"I didn't know it, but he'd been watching me for a while. He... I don't know, saw something in me. Natural, innocent talent he could work with and turn into something different. He adopted me on my fifth birthday. And then he started training me."

"To do what?" Rowan asked, shoulders tensing.

"Everything," she answered with a shaky laugh, taking a long drag from her cigarette. "Stuff I wanted to learn, like how to pick a lock or walk without making sound. But as I got older, he taught me other stuff. Stuff I didn't want to know."

"How to kill," he finished, picking up on her tone.

She nodded, finishing her cigarette and flicking the butt on the floor.

"I was good," she told him quietly, looking down at the table. "By the time I was fifteen, he said I was the best he'd ever had. None of his other... children could beat me in a fight, not even the older ones who had a hundred pounds on me. And I could steal anything and not leave a trace."

His eyes didn't show an ounce of doubt, and she didn't know how to feel about it. But she kept going anyway.

"I was his favorite. I was his best asset, and I didn't care about anything that would compromise me. I lost my parents, and despite how much he wanted me to, I never loved him. I had no weaknesses. Except Sam."

"Another of his students?" Rowan asked, and it wasn't lost on her he said students instead of children.

She nodded. "We were adopted around the same time, grew up together. He was a year older, and whenever I had a problem, he was the one I'd turn to. He was good to me, and by the time I was seventeen, not a small part of me loved him."

Aelin broke off and took a deep breath, wishing she had another cigarette and trying to figure out how to put into words how much he'd meant to her.

"Was?" Rowan asked, so softly and quietly and understandingly that she was reminded of the man he'd once been, the one she'd loved.

Shaking her head to clear it, she said, "He made a mistake. He went on a job; he was supposed to break into one of the underground casino's owned by Arobynn's competitor and memorize the ledger, but he got caught. It was messy and horrible and stupid, and the owner wanted blood. Arobynn promised he'd kill Sam as retribution."

Rowan's eyes widened, almost like he hadn't realized how brutally she'd been raised until that moment.

"I begged him not to. Sam had saved me and helped me so many times that I couldn't not do the same for him. I told him I'd do anything."

She studied her hands, regret and guilt thick on her skin. "Arobynn said if I took ten of the jobs Sam was supposed to do, he wouldn't kill him. I thought they'd be similar to the one he'd messed up on, small break-ins or robberies. So I accepted."

A tear rolled down her cheek, and she batted it away as she continued, "The second I shook his hand, Tern--another of Arobynn's--shot Sam in the head."

Rowan's face blanched so quickly, she thought he might pass out.

He started to say something, but she spoke faster. "I... snapped. I killed Tern, tried to kill Arobynn. You called me a murderer, and that's true. I am, and I don't regret it. Tern was a sadistic bastard, and I'm glad he's dead. And one day, I'll kill Arobynn for what he did."

Rowan shook his head, confusion and shock and something similar to pity in his eyes. "Why didn't you leave, run away?"

She leveled a look at him. "I didn't exactly have a choice, Rowan. My punishment for Tern lasted for over a year."

There was a long pause.

"Punishment?" he asked in a breathless voice that made something in her chest hurt.

She looked at the table again, skin pebbling at the memory of that year. "He locked me in a cell in the basement, in the dark. Once a month he'd come in to ask if I knew someone named Sam. It took me ten months to get confused, another three to say no."

Still not meeting his eyes, she looked at his hands, noticing they were clenched so tightly the knuckles were white. And a part of her, buried under all the rage and resentment and sadness, warmed at the thought that he was... he was angry for her.

"It took me a long time after to figure out what was real and what wasn't. But Arobynn never let me forget our deal. And right before I met you, he told me the first job."

"What were the jobs?"

Aelin looked back up at that, the air thick between them as she said, "You already know."

"The murders."

She nodded, somehow managing to keep her spine straight despite the feeling of a hundred pound weight being lifted from her shoulders.

He at least knows why now, she thought to herself.

It was one of the things that had bothered her over the years. That he didn't know why she'd done what he thought she'd done. That he thought she'd.. wanted to do it.

He was silent for a long time, just watching her with a carefully emotionless face. "Thank you for telling me that," he said eventually. "I never could understand why."

Then he stood and walked to the door again, and it was only when his hand was on the handle she spoke again. "You asked why I'm doing this, and why I'm doing it now."

He opened the door but paused. Waited.

"It's because I tried to tell you this all those years ago, and you didn't care. You just assumed I was guilty because the evidence looked like it."

She spoke around the lump in her throat. "I told you I didn't kill those people, Rowan, and you didn't even care."

He spun around, slamming the door so hard it rattled, and in a split second, he was in front of her. A hand on the table, the other on her chair, he leaned down and got in her face.

He was so angry, so unbelievably enraged she couldn't believe it. He was angry?

"I didn't care? I didn't fucking care, that's what you think? Watching you get dragged away in cuffs was the worst moment of my life, and you think I didn't fucking care?"

Shock hit her like a bucket of ice water.

That moment was crystal clear in her mind, and she couldn't put what he was saying with what she knew.

He'd watched her with that same expressionless face, with cold eyes that had haunted her ever since.

She opened her mouth to say something, but he wasn't done.

"I fucked loved you! I thought you were the love of my life, Aelin. I begged you to tell me something that would help, tell me anything. But you didn't! You just kept saying you were innocent; you didn't give me anything to actually work with."

"I-"

"I found that stupid fucking list five days before I reported it, did you know that?"

She shook her head, because she hadn't.

"Exactly. You don't know what the hell you're talking about," he growled, eyes flashing. "I spent five days investigating it myself, trying to make sense of why you'd know those names. After your arrest, I spent two weeks trying to find anything, a single piece of evidence, that said it wasn't you. And after the trial, I spent another two months trying to poke holes in my own goddamn case."

He slammed a hand into the table. "I did everything I fucking could! I was desperate for it not to be you. I argued my case so your lawyer could plead circumstantial evidence. I put you on the stand so you could say anything you wanted. I went for life sentences instead of the death penalty to give you time to actually tell me what the hell was going on!"

She was breathing heavily, heart breaking and reforming over and over again at what he was saying, what he was implying.

"I didn't assume shit," he said in a low voice, so close they shared air. "You didn't tell me anything."

Aelin's voice trembled as she croaked, "I tried."

He shook his head, letting out a breath of amusement. "No, you didn't. If this past week has proven anything, it's that you don't try to do anything, you do it. You didn't tell me anything, Aelin. You're still not telling me anything."

"I'm telling you to look again! I'm telling you you didn't look hard enough, because I left breadcrumbs only you could find, breadcrumbs that explain everything."

"Stop playing games with me!" he shouted, eyes flashing with a fresh wave of anger. "It's been eight years! Stop holding onto whatever secret you're holding onto and just tell me!"

Gods, she wanted to.

He was the one person she couldn't trust with this secret, this stupid, most important secret, and yet he was the also the one person she wanted to tell it to.

She opened her mouth to tell him, but what came out was, "I didn't kill them, Rowan. I promise I didn't kill them. I can't... I can't tell you anything else."

"Jesus, Aelin," he spat, pushing off the table and turning to leave.

"Just look into it," she called after him, fingers digging into the table to resist the urge to try and follow him. "I promise you can figure everything out, and you'll understand everything. Please."

She knew why, after all this time, it was so important for him to know the truth when that hadn't been her original plan.

It was because she'd spent eight years believing he hadn't tried, believing she hadn't been a good enough person for him to even look into the possibility it wasn't her.

And maybe it was because he was once again leaving her, or maybe it was because she felt like she was in that courtroom again, begging him to believe her, or maybe it was because of something she didn't even understand yet.

Regardless of the reason, she found herself saying, "I loved you, too, you know."

He looked at her with sad eyes that she was sure mirrored her own and shook his head. "Not enough, apparently."

"You don't believe that," she argued, shaking her head and trying to keep the building emotions down.

"If you'd loved me, you would've told me. You would've given me the proof, whatever breadcrumbs you're talking about. You wouldn't have let me watch them take you away."

"Rowan-"

"You wouldn't have thought, for a second, that I didn't try to fight for you. And you sure as hell wouldn't have waited eight years to do whatever it is you're trying to do."

"I had to," she whispered, even as she knew it wouldn't be enough.

She shook with the effort to not tell him everything, but even after all he'd told her and how everything had changed, she just couldn't. Not yet.

He stood at the door, watching her with those eyes she'd once thought looked like the most beautiful emeralds. "Sometimes I think about it, you know. What life would be like if I hadn't tried to fix your sink in the middle of the night."

She smiled sadly. "Me too."

Rowan shook his head, gaze taking in her face like he thought he'd never see her again.

He thought it was over now, she realized. He thought that now she knew he hadn't given up on her immediately, now that she'd told him the story she'd wanted to tell him, that it was over and she'd give up.

"Look again," she whispered. "You know I didn't do it. It's why you're here, why you kept looking after the trial ended. You know I wouldn't."

"Goodbye, Aelin," he said instead, not telling her any of the things she really wanted to hear.

It wasn't until the door shut behind him she finally let herself cry.

She'd told herself that it didn't matter; that in a month the truth would come out and everything would be normal again.

She'd told herself she was only messing with Rowan for revenge, not because she wanted to see him again or test that he'd find the clues she'd left for him.

She'd told herself this was just a game.

She'd told herself all sorts of things that turned out to be lies.

~~~

Part 3

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Chapter Six - Together again

"Yn !" ajax yells as he runs up to you and lifts you up in his arms.

"Ajax ! I missed you so much !"

"Me too, you can't even imagine ! And my family missed you too, you'll have to visit them with me soon"

He puts you back on the ground and starts to pick up your packages. Both of you start walking to his car while talking about everything you've missed since you left.

Finally, you were feeling great again. You really missed being able to be yourself and talk about things that really interest you. With Ajax, everything seemed better. You could laugh, talk however you wanted and talk about your emotions without feeling judged or useless.

Of course, you didn't blame your dad for being sick and for needing your help and your company, but you were still glad he was feeling much better. Like that, you could actually live your life entierly without worrying about him every two seconds.

"So, we're going to my appartment immediately ? Or do we have to go somewhere else first ?" you ask, settling down in the passager seat.

"We are picking up Zushi on the way but we don't have to go anywhere else"

You let out a happy smile.

"Yes ! I'm so happy i can see him again...Last time was really fast and sad"

"Oh, you're talking about the seperation ? Yeah, i guess i must have been really sad, even more since you had to say goodbye the day before because he couldn't go to the train station the morning you left."

You nodd at his words, knowing perfectly that it wasn't the reason your last meeting with Kunikuzushi was so heart-breaking. Ajax doesn't have to know. It's only between you and Kunikuzushi and you promised to keep the secret.

''But anyway, i guess talking about the day you left us isn't the right thing to do right now. We should probably focus on the fact that we're reunited again" he smiles at you, happy to see you again.

''That's a good idea. We do not talk about the day i left." you smiles back.

It didn't take long before Ajax stops the car infront of a house you know more than your own. Severals minutes later, a little silhouette got out of the house, walking towards the car with his phone in his hand.

You got out of the car, happy to see him again and run up to him, taking him in your amrs.

"Wow, calm down Yn ! Are you stupid !?" he yells at you, but doesn't wait a second to give you back your hug.

From the car, Ajax laughs at the scene and asks you to enter in the vehicle before he leaves without you.

Both of you obey, probably to excited to say or do anything else. Finally, you were together again. The trio that mades every teacher scared in highschool was reunited for the best and for the worst.

Now, y'all just had to go to your new appartment and everything will be normal again.

The drive was long but soothing, as the three of you were happy to talk in face to face for the first time in months.

There was a strange feeling between you and Kunikuzushi but thankfully Ajax didn't seem to pay attention to it. He was probably too excited to notice such things.

After another ten minutes of driving, the car stopped again and you all ran into the building as fast as you could.

You took the elevator and somes seconds later, you knocked on the door where you were supposed to live for the next few years.

The door opened quickly and as fast as she could, Ayaka took you in her arms.

"Yn, finally ! I missed you so much, come in !" she invites you in and say hello to the two other men.

"You didn't change at all, you're as beautiful as the day you left the city...I'm so happy to have you as my roomate now"

"I'm happy to be back too...I really didn't mind staying next to my dad when he needed me but i still feel like my life belongs here !"

"Of course it does ! You have all of us here, waiting for your return everytime you leave."

You give her a gentle smile, happy to hear these words. When you were away, you did think several times that they could forget you and live their lives without you in it anymore. But now that Ayaka said that, you didn't have any doubt left : you belonged next to them.

"So what are we doing first ? Do you need help to unpack your packages or do we immediatly call the rest of our friends and throw a big party to celebrate Yn's return ?"

Ayaka, Kunikuzushi and you looked at Ajax in silence for two seconds before Ayaka turned to you with amusment.

"Come on, i'll help you with your things while they call everyone !" she said as she took your hands and your suitcase and ran into your new room.

God, this evening wasn't going to be as calm as you thought...

Masterlist | Chapter Five | Chapter Seven

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fem!Miya!Reader & Miya family

Part of the Third Miya Series

Synopsis: Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for kindergarten.

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a/n: baby Miyas, the ultimate serotonin providers 🙃 if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

Mrs Miya has always trusted her gut feeling and in that moment it was telling her the bathroom was down the corridor, last door on the left, and, just as Mr Miya had told her that morning, eating leftover curry for breakfast was a dreadful idea.

Doctor repeats her words and Mrs Miya's neck becomes completely stiff. If it wouldn't she'd perhaps be able to look at her husband whose face turned ashen pale. “Triplets?“

Well, this will take buy one get one for free jokes on a whole new level.

Doctor's words are just buzzing and the soon to be Miya parents nod and smile and nod and hold on each others' hand as if there's no tomorrow. They're silent on the way out.

Mr Miya turns to his wife. “Do they even sell strollers for three kids?”

Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for daycare.

You all wear the same colours because Atsumu would throw a tantrum if your jumper wasn't the same colour as his and you would throw a tantrum when yours was a different colour than Osamu's, who in turn would throw a tantrum because his jumper was now the same colour as Atsumu's.

Mrs Miya had read advices that one should always dress their twins (or, in this case, triplets) differently as it is good for their personality development; which is all well and good and a great advice, except that whoever wrote it forgot to take into account that two and a half out of her three children saw being dressed differently as their siblings as a horrific violation of their toddler rights.

Your parents tell themselves one day you'll grow out of this phase, but till then mom stitches little numbers one, two, and three on the edges of your clothes. She did start stitching your names, but with only two pairs of hands in the house and three little sprouts in constant need of attention there was never enough time to finish them.

“One,“ says Mr Miya and Atsumu raises his hands.

“Ichi!“ he proudly chimes.

“Two,“ Mr Miya grabs you before you'd crawl out of the reach of his arms.

“Ni!“ like his brother Osamu too raises his chubby fists, but only halfway.

“And three!”

“San!“ You hug your dad's neck, perhaps hoping that will get you out of having to wear socks.

And heaven forbid they ever messed up which jumper belonged to whom. It was beyond your parents' wisdom how you could tell the number stitched on the edge was not the same they said when counting your heads, but you could.

“Must be yer superpower,“ jokes Mr Miya while changing your sweater that has the wrong number on the edge. He barely pulls it off when Atsumu's chubby hands already grab it and begin pulling it over his head. He screams when his father offers to help, pouting even if he's completely lost between the left sleeve and the opening for the head.

“Alright buddy,“ muses Mr Miya and turns his attention to Osamu who already pulled his socks off so, naturally, now you've mysteriously lost one of your socks too. Mr Miya sighs. Maybe it's time to let his boss know he's going to be late.

Three is an enormous number, when the three in question are a feverish toddler in your arms and two more running around doctor's office. Perhaps it was time to ask the daycare to put you three into different groups. That will cause an outrage, oh ever since the 'One child, one pillow' incident Mrs Miya is well aware of that. But then again, better that than all of you throwing a tantrum when only one got to leave the daycare early.

“One, two, three,“ she counts your heads under her breath, then hurries over to where you just picked up a very interesting small stone that probably fell from the soles of someone's shoes, “San! I mean y/n, sweetie, that's a stone. See, it's rough and cold.“ You whine when she takes the treasure from you but still  listen closely to her words that spark Atsumu's interest too, and he trots closer to see what is happening. Thankfully feverish Osamu has fallen asleep in her arms. Really, the last thing she needs is his firm conviction the stone is just greyish candy. Mrs Miya still lets Atsumu take the stone in his hands. “No,“ she grabs his hand when he lifts it towards his mouth that is already curving into a grimace. “Hey, hey, no need to cry over it sweetie. Yer gonna wake up yer brother and he needs sleep right now.“

“Is he sick?” your tiny voice chimes in. Mrs Miya nods. “Because he ate melon seeds,“ you nod with all the wisdom of a 3 year old. “He's growin' melons in his tum-tum,“ you tell Atsumu whose wide eyes blink twice before he bursts into tears.

“One, two, three,“ Mrs Miya counts your heads while you play around the house. If you hide from her sight sooner or later screaming and crying alerts her something happened. A moment later Mr Miya returns to the living room with a very much red faced and screaming Atsumu in his arms.

“What happened?“ she asks, crouching down to console you, also crying because there's no way you'd let your brother scream his lungs out by himself.

“Ah the usual,“ he places the scissors on the counter, “wouldn't let him shred his shirt. Osamu, no!“ He quickly grabs his other son who also starts crying, shocked that his own father would take the lost sock from him before he got the chance to find out how it tastes.

Ah, just another Sunday.

The good thing about three children running around is they're never lonely. There are always games to play, fights to win, faces to colour. Most of the days all of you exhaust yours (sometimes apparently infinite) supplies of energy by the time evening falls. Mr Miya puts you to bed (one bed, because trying to make you sleep in separate cribs is apparently a disgusting violation of Toddler convention) before he collapses beside his wife.

“Asleep?“ she asks.

Mr Miya hums. “For now.“

The moment they turn the lights off slide door across the hallway open. Light steps cross the dangerous waters of the dark hallway, enter the bedroom and climb over Mr Miya to the safe haven between the parents.

“Bad dreams?“ asks Mrs Miya. In response Osamu sniffles and snuggles closer. Not a minute passes when two more pairs of legs pass through the darkness of the hallway and climb to be beside their brother. You shriek when Atsumu pushes his cold feet on your back, but dad's stern word makes you stop. A few moments later you're all asleep.  

“One, two, three,“ sleepily mumbles Mrs Miya, patting each of your heads.

“Four,“ says Mr Miya and his wife giggles.

Three is the number of band-aid packages your parents buy per month. Ever since you've grown for about a chopstick taller, well you only grew for about three thirds of a chopstick because nature thought it would be funny if you got outgrown by your brothers at the tender age of 5, it turned out the tall tree in the park could in fact be climbed, if you climbed on someone's shoulders and then pull them on the lowest branch. Sadly the branches aren't big fans of being climbed on but no amount of scratches and falls could stop you from trying.

“A champignon never stops tryin'!“ proclaims Atsumu after the failed attempt that left bark in his hair and Osamu laughing on the branch.

“What's a champignon?“ you ask.

“It's the person who's the best! It's what I'll be one day!“

Osamu snorts, firmly grabbing on the thin branch he's sitting on. “Champignon's a mushroom.“

“No it ain't!“

A mushroom, you make a little note in your memory, because no matter how much Atsumu protests you're more inclined to believe Osamu when it comes to mushrooms.

Your heads turn when you hear mom calling and waving, waiting for Osamu to climb down before running over to her.

“I win!“ announces Atsumu despite Osamu reaching her first.

“Why, because yer a champignon?“

“Are we all here?“ loudly asks Mr Miya before his boys could jump into each other's hair, “identify yerselves!“

“One!“ calls Atsumu.

“Two!“ calls Osamu, louder.

“Three!“ you call and jump, because being louder than them was never an option.

Four heads turn to Mrs Miya. “Mom,“ she raises her hand.

“Excellent!“ proclaims Mr Miya as three small voices cheer. “Then we can get goin'!“

“Where to?“ you ask.

Mr Miya picks up a stick and starts drawing lines in the sand covering the path. “It's a secret but maybe ya can guess, we'll go down this path-“

“A treasure hunt!”

“Almost. At the fountain we'll turn left, and what lies down the fountain path?“

“Pigeons?“ you try guessing.

Osamu bumps his fist on the open palm. “Ice cream stand!“

Mr Miya nods.

“Last one there's a loser!“ shouts Atsumu who starts running before even finishing the sentence. Osamu immediately follows, both ignoring your shouts to wait up.

Three is a funny number. It only works when the two and one have the third , because otherwise it's just one and two. Like a clover that got munched on by a picky rabbit that tried a leaf and then decided it doesn't fit its taste.

Volleyball sort of became the rabbit munching on the clover. One day teachers simply decided you're not allowed to play on the same team as your brothers anymore. And no amount of crying, screaming and sulking could convince the rabbit to give the leaf back.

“Maybe we can sneak ya in,“ suggests Atsumu one night, “all ya hafta do is wear our clothes. No one will know!“

So you try that and funnily enough, people do notice when one and two together make a three, and what surprises children even more is that parents also notice when they return late from school because they had to stay in detention. And as if cleaning the school hallways for a month wasn't enough, now they have to clean the house too.

It is however enough to discourage you from trying to sneak into practice again, so you stick with only coming to games and waiting for their practice to end so you can walk home together. From time to time some of their teammates stop to say hello or to complain to you about their shenanigans, but that's knowledge you hold to yourself, since you never knew when blackmail material might come in handy.

It's only when Osamu teases they get to go to a volleyball workshop and you don't that you get envious.

“It sounds stupid anyway,“ you try pretending you couldn't care less.

“It would be perfect for ya then,“ Osamu shots back and sprints away as you dive after him.

Maybe you are just a teensy bit envious, still as long as you get to play with them when they are home it's not that bad. After returning from their workshops you don't even let them take their shoes off before dragging them to the volleyball net dad set up in the garden. You stand where you always stand, by the net so you can throw balls for them to hit over.

Atsumu pushes you away. “No, this is my position now. I wanna be a setter.“

You don' mind, and throw the ball towards Atsumu who sends it back into a bit of an awkward place and you end up not even hitting it.

Osamu bursts into laughter. “Ya suck.“ He jumps to avoid the kick aimed at his knee. “We play with good players now so yer gonna hafta practice more. There was this tall player with a cool name! Right, Tsumu?“

“Tsumu?“ you repeat.

“Tsumu and Samu. It's our names but they sound way cooler now!“ proudly declares Atsumu.

Your eyes widen in admiration. “I want that too! What should I call myself?“

“Yer always copyin' us,“ complains Osamu but he gets ignored as the first name Atsumu suggests earns him a ball to the face.

“Oh I know!“ You bump your fist on your open palm. “I'll be San!“

Atsumu thinks it over with the same expression Osamu has when trying to decide which udon toppings to order. “San,... Y/n... San,... It sounds so cool! Whaddaja think Samu?“

Osamu shrugs. “San, let me show ya how to spike the ball properly.“

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We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 4)

[Donnie x fem reader]

sfw, chapt. 3, pt. 4 here

Sighing, you set your phone face-down after sending your last text to Bo. What an abrupt end to something that had been so good. You were confused, a little taken aback and honestly sad. You'd thought the two of you were getting along well. Bo was smart, well-spoken, funny, and all around, a really nice person. He listened to your venting and seemed like he had a response to everything. Always, he had some random fact to hit you with whether it was about biology, chemistry, astronomy, language—you weren't sure where he got all his knowledge from. He'd never mentioned school, if he went. He didn't mention a lot about himself, actually. 

People come and go, someone had once told you. You guessed that he was one of those passersby, as much as you wanted it to be more. 

More?

When had you started thinking that? More what? 

You were tempted to pick your phone back up, to check and see if there were any new messages. Not that you could expect much; Bo had been so curt about his exit from your friendship that it was left at his last text, "Again, I'm sorry." You wanted to say something, but what was there to say? It was his decision. A sudden, uncharacteristic, and frankly odd decision, but still, his. Thinking back on it, you tried to remember any instance you might have crossed a line, or maybe said something you shouldn't have. That's what made you open up the messages again, scrolling up and up and looking for anything weird, but finding nothing of the sort. It had all been normal up until when you texted him about the clamor you'd heard outside your apartment building. And then it went flat—he didn't even respond to it, just said his apology and his goodbye before going offline.

You wanted to take your mind off it with a game, but as you looked through your list and saw the one you and him had played together, you knew it was near ruined for you. It just wasn't the same to play alone or with your acquaintances. An otherwise boring game made fun by one particular person, but now it was barely what it used to be.

Unfortunate. 

The next morning might have felt more normal if it weren't for the fact that everyone was pretending like it was. For the sake of secrecy from their father. As far as Donnie knew, Splinter still didn't know anything was or had been going on, and he intended to keep it that way, too. He wanted to tell his father, he did, but all he saw coming of that was reprimanding, or at the very least an awkward discussion, and possibly, time in the Hashi. He was already feeling the aftermath of his actions; he didn't need any more. Especially as he checked the messaging app one last time, only to find it empty, aside from her goodbye. 

Donnie stood at the kitchen counter, mask off and groggy as usual, scrounging for something to eat. Maybe a cup of coffee (if they had any), which he was looking for when Mikey bounced in. Normally, his brothers would avoid him when he was in one of his "moods". He hadn't a passionate temper like Raph but a slow-brewing one, the kind that festers until it's alleviated or boils over. Cold quiet was his thing. 

But Donnie knew why he was here. So did Mikey. He had that familiar glint of mischief in his eye. 

There was no coffee, so he settled for some kind of pastry they'd found while looking through the dumpsters. Really, the item was fine—only the packaging and appearance was defective. It was a wonder just how much food grocers wasted over arbitrary reasons, but regardless, he was happy to oblige his secret sweet tooth. 

From the corner of his eye he could see Mikey waiting eagerly for him to turn around and regard him. To listen to whatever he was about to talk his ear off with. Their youngest brother was more often than not bright-eyed in the morning, something Donnie's morning fog could not always entertain. He picked at his food at the counter for a moment, mind wandering back to his night and subsequently,  the unresolved feelings. Dreadfully unresolved, he groaned inside. And they probably would continue to be, as after sleeping on what had happened the previous night, thinking about her, he realized something that made his face flush. Oh, no. 

He froze in his place, suddenly very awake. He looked over his shoulder and found Mikey was distracted rummaging through the food for his own breakfast, and with a faint cringe, tried to sneak out of the kitchen undetected. No way would he admit to Mikey's words on the rooftop that night, the ones that made him flinch with embarrassment. The same ones that bounced around his head despite all attempts to stuff it down. "You like her, bro." 

Things involving him could never be simple, could they?

Abandoning his plate, Donnie began tip-toeing out of the room right behind Mikey. His foot hit the leg of a chair and caused a creak—he winced. As he thought, Mikey looked back, "Why are you sneaking around? You didn't finish your breakfast. Can't go on patrol on an empty stomach, dude." 

Before Donnie could even answer, he continued in a whisper, "Plus—"

"Whatever it is, Mikey, not now," he cut his brother off, "last night was the end of it, alright? You need to let it go." It sounded harsher than he would have preferred, but he felt the need to drill it into Mikey's skull that it was over, that it was just something he'd have to deal with. There were a lot of things they dealt with despite not liking it. With time, he'd forget—more accurately, be able to ignore— and maybe he could find the same enjoyment in his brothers once again. That sort of friendship.  But at the moment, it was ruined for him—he got a taste of something more and it was taken away what felt like second later. 

Mikey's face fell. Donnie couldn't stand that, seeing him upset over something he'd said. He had a bit of a soft spot for their youngest, no doubt. Just wasn't always obvious. 

"Aren't you afraid you'll regret it?" he asked, voice soft. 

Fear was a strong word, but of course Donnie was anxious. It was the thing holding him back from being able to simply compartmentalize everything, to put it in a box and on the metaphorical "deal with this later because it's uncomfortable right now" shelf. Or to deal with it at all, as ignoring his problems with studying and unrelated research and experimentation wasn't exactly prime management. He knew that. 

After a while of thought, Donnie was able to give him an answer. "Well…I mean, how could I not be?" he inquired in return before leaning out of the doorway to scan the lair. Everyone was either in their room, the dojo, or there, in the kitchen. Mikey has always made him feel most comfortable, and he was sure that was the case for the other three, just that they had other ways of showing it. He was certainly easy to talk to; if Donnie weren't so careful of his mouth and what came out of it, he could probably spew way more to him than he liked. Mikey could come through sometimes, though, which prompted him to keep going, "It was a big thing for me. We've been disconnected from everything else for so long that it was just...exciting, to get a look into what it's like. Being 'regular', you know?" 

Mikey sat down on one of the bar stools, feet idly shuffling against the floor as he folded his arms and rested on them. "You didn't hear it from me, but I'm a little jealous," he said playfully, but Donnie was aware that it was the case. "Maybe I'm pushing you to go after her because I'm trying to live vic–vicrous–v–…" 

Donnie smiled, he couldn't help it. "'Vicariously'?" he suggested. 

"Yeah! That," Mikey beamed, nodding. "You get what I mean." 

"I understand." 

The conversation died off soon after as Donnie decided to get breakfast over with and do whatever needed to be done before they left for patrol that night, darkness falling earlier due to the upcoming winter. It wasn't too cold for them to be out yet, though, so that still meant a chilly patrol in the Autumn breeze. He hated the cold. 

As Donnie was making himself busy at a circuit board in his lab, he heard the beads in the doorway shift, and to his surprise, Splinter came shuffling in. 

"Sensei?" 

He put down his soldering iron, spinning around in his chair. "Something the matter?" 

Splinter ran his fingers along a shelf on the wall as he wandered by, careful to not disturb any of the items lining it. Beakers, recently-repaired electronic parts, projects put on pause, things that would loathe to be broken. 

"There is always something," Splinter replied enigmatically, "I would not be here if that weren't true. Would you agree?"

 I'm compromised!

Donnie had a strong but hidden dislike for vague speaking, even if he did it himself sometimes. When spoken to you it's much more bothersome. 

Splinter waited for his answer, looking at him expectantly. "Donatello?" 

"Yeah, um…yes, I would—I would agree. I suppose. So...what is it again?" Damn his stutter, he couldn't get away with anything, hardly. He was only able to stifle it just enough. 

Picking a random pipette on the desk next to Donnie, Splinter studied the green liquid close for a second before his nose twitched, and he put it back down. "You have been very busy lately, it seems. What is it that you work on all day in here? Or are you playing games?" 

Donnie's heart thumped. His hand found that particular spot on his neck and began to scratch, and Splinter looked at him dead in the eye. He should have known; there was no hiding anything from their father, he was too good. Stupidly, infuriatingly perceptive. Donnie caught himself scratching that spot and slid his hand away, he hadn't even noticed he was picking at it again. He knows, Mikey told him, I probably look like a guilty idiot right now, I'm—

"I haven't been playing games," Donnie blurted out. 

Quizzically, Splinter gestured at the computer screen on the other wall, which had the menu of the game he'd opened up just earlier. Reminiscing over it even though it had been only a couple of days since he and his friend had last played together, but he stared at the screen as if it had been years. It made him realize how easily he'd gotten attached to that. Well, to her. He was on the fence about whether he wanted to try playing again or not and left it on.

Oh, you have to be kidding. I'm a fool in a man's shoes. 

Donnie laughed uncomfortably, "You caught me, Sensei," he said, "I guess I have been playing games more often lately." 

It was honest enough, right? 

Splinter hummed and cupped his hands behind his back. "I see."

Straightening out, Donnie dipped his head a little. "I'll...lay off on them. Sorry for lying. I've just been really distracted recently." 

"Liars never prosper, my son. Take care of yourself." 

He then left. 

So he didn't know. Donnie still couldn't say it with any degree of confidence, because Splinter would trip them up here and there, but it was assurance enough to know that if Splinter was aware of what had gone on between the four brothers and his new—rather, former—human friend, he would have confronted Donnie about it. Or all of them, considering it was now a secret they were all in on actively hiding. And on top of that, Raph and Leo didn't know Mikey was conspiring. Layers and layers, he sighed. 

With Splinter gone, he let out a breath of relief. Too close. Much. But, swiftly evaded. A chuckle left him, not of humor, but more because he was actually feeling a little confident. Just a little. They were really hiding something from Splinter; it was reason enough to pat himself on the back, nothing got past Splinter. Except for him.

Briefly, he thought of Mikey's outlandish idea as he spun back around in his chair. "Mikey, you are crazy," he mumbled to himself as he took his soldering iron, resuming his work from before. "But..."

Chapter 5

[lovestrucked-again]

Delirium VI

Summary: After being kidnapped and claimed by the notorious mafia leader, he offers you a 7 day period where you’ll be given the option after of staying or leaving. Until then, you’re stuck, whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Mafia leader X female reader   Word count: 2.9k

Series Genre & Warning: SMUT, fingering, Explicit content, mafia gang, possessive, toxic, yandere like personality, humiliation, multiple orgasms, rough, orgasm denial, begging, orgasm control, praise, teasing, dildo, blowjob, sex

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Day 3 continued

Time flows like cement. The emptiness of the apartment finally apparent as you stay seated on the couch, watching the empty walls. You unlock the phone Taeyong had left behind for you for the 1000th time in the hour. A minute had passed since you last checked an hour ago, or so it seems.

You stare at the plasma screen, sat in the centre of the couch, like an unwelcome mirror. You try not to look, but with the it switched off, the reflected messy appearance of yourself stares back at you. The screen should mean fantasy, looking at the lives of others – not a poor copy of yourself. You begin to drift into an unpleasant daydream or is it a paranoid fantasy; Recalling the previous days, the experiences you had, the kidnapping. Was staying here the right thing?

“So bored.” You mutter to yourself, pacing the length of the hallway to the door, your steps slowing down each time you reach the handle. “Fuck it.”

Your hand creeps to the cold metal surface, the tingling sense flooding your body as you grip it tightly. Gently, you tug the handle down till it reaches the point where the gears click, the pieces inside slotting perfectly in place allowing you to push the door open. You open it slowly, permitting only a tiny gap to take a glimpse outside.

The limited view shows only the wall across you, so you push a little further, granting you a wider sight of the silent hallway. There’s more apartment houses on the opposite side of you and you assume there’s probably more on your side as well. When you turn to look at your left, the first thing that catches your attention is the figure only a metre away from where you stand.

The man doesn’t look at you, keeping his gaze focused on the empty wall ahead of him with his stance uncomfortably straight. You glance over his outfit, noticing the plain darkness and absence of colour, unknowingly missing the gun slotted at the side of his waist. What’s up with that guy.

Satisfying your momentary boredom, you tug the door back towards you, retreating into the apartment and closing the door quietly. You shuffle towards the couch, sinking into the furniture as you reach for the TV remote and flick on a movie.

About half-way into the movie your legs become stiff and you sigh, stretching them out and adjusting your position. At the same time, you reach forward for the phone you had placed on the coffee table, checking for the time.

Surprisingly its already early afternoon and there’s a few missed messages from Taeyong.

[Taeyong]: Everything okay at home?

[Taeyong]: Baby?

[Y/N]: Sorry I’m watching a movie

[Taeyong]: What are you watching?

[Y/N]: Despicable me 2

[Y/N]: Aren’t you busy?

[Taeyong]: You should wait for me to watch that with you :(

[Taeyong]: Yeah, I have to go now. I just wanted to check on you

[Taeyong]: I’ll be home soon.

[Y/N]: Okay, bye

Watching the movie makes things pass really quickly. The second series finishes in what feels like only a few long minutes before the third movie pops up. You click into it, deciding to finish the series and fall back into a comfortable position. With perfect timing, you hear the doorbell ring as the credits begin to roll at the end and you dash to the door. Squinting into the little eye hole you look through to see who it is.

“Open up baby.”

Eagerly, you turn the handle down and push the door back slowly and Taeyong comes into view. The faint colour in his cheeks before he left has disappeared and your met with a man who seems to be utterly exhausted. He smiles softly when he sees you in the baggy shirt he had helped you into from earlier in the day and spreads his arms invitingly.

You beam back at up at him and move closer to his figure. He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace is warm, and his strong arms seem protective wrapped around your body, shielding you from everything deemed evil in the world. The feel of your body so close to his seems to soothe him more than he expects. He lets out a deep sigh before pulling away.

“How was your day?” he asks, picking up the bag he had placed on the floor before.

“It was very relaxing.” You tell him, reflecting on the past couple of hours of sitting lazily on the couch.  

“That sounds nice.” He hums, slipping out of his shoes easily and taking your hand. “I bought you something. I think you’ll like it.”

Your ears perk up at the mention, “What is it?”

He places the gift bag onto the kitchen bench, the red silky ribbon tied into a large bow around the straps. “Open it.”

You look at him nervously and he shifts his eyes to the bag, waiting. You take the package gingerly from the bench as if expecting something to pop out and bite you. When it fails to do so, you draw the ribbon off and pull apart the sides of the bag.

Inside, nestled within layers of tissue paper, is a long red dress. You lift it out and hold it against yourself in awe, “it’s beautiful!” you murmur, trailing your hand against the fabric.

“It’s for tonight, I’m taking you out for dinner.” Taeyong grins, his eyes are much more energetic now that his seen you and you can’t help but smile back at him.

“Thank you.”

“Go get dressed, I want to see how you look in it.”

You cling onto the dress and hurriedly disappear into the bedroom, removing Taeyong’s oversized shirt off and covering yourself with the flowing red dress. Taeyong waits for several minutes before the door finally opens and you slip through timidly. He offers a hand out to you, helping you stand properly without tripping over the hem, “You look stunning.”

The dress is far more formal than what you’re accustomed to; the elaborate ornamentation in the front and the plunging neckline that revealed the sides of your breasts. The dress was a perfect fit, sliming at the sides of your waist without squeezing tightly.

He takes your hand and pulls you closer, placing his other hand at your waist, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” When you turn to hide the heat in your cheeks, he tugs you back to meet his gaze and you whimper in protest, using your hands to cover your embarrassment. “You’re mine.”

“I’m not yours Taeyong.” You whisper, the shivers going down your spine.

“Soon to be mine?”

You blush, turning away and he grins, soon enough.

***

You leave the apartment together, heading out into the city streets as an unknown man to you drives the vehicle to the restaurant. Inside the car, no one is able to notice you, the heavily tinted windows doing its job. It’s not until you step foot outside that you feel the eyes of every passing stranger on you. You lower your head, your arms crossing over each other instinctively to hide the exposing feeling around your cleavage.

The interior design of the restaurant is dimly lit with the air thick of different scents. Waiters pass by you, carrying elegantly presented dishes of a vast variety; seafood, steak, noodles. In the centre of the ceiling, the lights of a chandelier carry the feature look.

Taeyong leads you with your arm linked in his, walking at a slower pace than his usual to the front counter, “I have a reservation for Taeyong.”

The waiter clicks into the electronic device before giving a small nod, “This way please,”

He guides you down the open area where you observe the other customers, noticing everyone was just as beautifully dressed and suited to the restaurant. You look down at your own dress, and to Taeyong beside you, this isn’t where I belong.

The waiter places the two menu’s down at an empty table and moves to the side, allowing the two of you to take a seat before he continues. As you’re about to remove your arm locked with Taeyong’s, he pauses, holding onto your wrist gently to stop you.

“I requested for a private area.”

The waiter furrows his eyebrows and mumbles something as he taps at the screen of an iPad, searching for the extra notes that would’ve mentioned it. “Sorry sir, it seems that the request wasn't made.”

“Then take the request in now.” Taeyong demands, his voice stern and expression unfriendly. You linger awkwardly at his side, feeling a little scared at his change in attitude and feeling sorry for the poor man who was merely doing his job.

“I-I’m afraid our private rooms are all reserved for this evening.” He stutters out.

Taeyong lets out an irritated sigh, “Get your manager.”

“Sir – ”

You take the chance to butt in quickly, “That’s okay, we’ll take this spot.” You smile gently at the waiter, letting him know it’s okay and he mumbles a quick apology before scampering away. “I like this spot; it’s got a nice view.”

The tender warmth returns back to his eyes as he beams into a wide smile, “As long as you like it then.”

Dinner seems to be almost magical in a sense. It’s the first time you’ve had a proper conversation with him for an extended period of time without involving some sort of physical interaction. He guides most of the talk, asking you questions about your childhood, your friends and family. You attempt to ask about his as well but he shuts the discussion off quickly, spinning the focus back to you.

When the meal’s over, he excuses himself to take a call and you sit patiently at the table; enjoying the feeling. It almost feels like I’m Cinderella in the prince’s castle. You look around and see Taeyong standing near the exit, calmly talking into his phone. You decide it’s probably safe to quickly dash to the bathroom before he returns.

You place the napkin on the table and get up from your chair, walking towards the bathroom signs. The women’s bathroom is just as expected, spotlessly clean and modern suited to the style of the place. Your heels click as you start making your way back to the table. When you turn into the hallway, the first thing that catches your attention is the man’s smile. Even from where he stands; a few metres down from you, he leans against the wall with a detestable, disturbing smile almost formed into a sinister snarl.

Suddenly, the man begins to shuffle towards you, “I don't think I’ve seen you around here,” he murmurs, revealing his torn tongue and blood-stained teeth as he speaks. “Are you alone?”

You look around urgently, praying he wasn't talking to you and that there was someone else nearby. As expected, you’re alone. “N-No, I’m with my boyfriend.” You stutter out, deliberately choosing the word boyfriend as you stand frightened and still.

“Really? That’s such a shame.” The man takes a step closer; blocking the light source from behind him as he moves so you’re no longer able to see his face, “I saw you sitting alone at the table,” his shoes squeak louder as he approaches, “So, I think you’re lying to me.”

The man brings a hand to the back of your head as you stay stiff, unable to remove your stare at his uneven disgusting teeth. He moves his face closer to yours, letting you breathe in the suffocating putrid odour of rotten eggs that surround him. His hand sneaks to the end of your hair and he tugs it back harshly, “bitch.”

Your body falls back with his sudden movement and your arms grip desperately onto his to release his hold. “Let me go!” you scream, attempting to pry his fingers off the hold he has around your ponytail. He smirks and laughs, yanking harder as you struggle against him.  

“Get your filthy fucking hands off her.” You’re unable to lift your head up to see who it is but the voice is already recognisable to you.

“Lee Taeyong? Wow, what are the chances of seeing you here.” The guy voices in awe.

Taeyong begins to approach the two of you, his footsteps becoming louder against the marble floor, “I said, get your hands off of her.”

The man refuses, completely oblivious “Why? What’s it to you, this is my area.”

“She’s mine.”

“Yours? What a joke.”

Taeyong begins to click his tongue in annoyance, becoming more and more irritated as the guy threatens to test his patience. “Fucking hell.” He mutters, taking a quick step forward and kicking the man in the shin unexpectedly. The guy cries out in pain, instantly letting you go and you rush over to Taeyong’s side, taking his outstretched hand.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, gently patting your hair

“Yeah I am, do you know him?” you ask, curious as to what he meant earlier.

“No.” Taeyong seethes, his teeth clenched shut as he glares at the man.

“She doesn't know? Wow aren’t you in a for a surprise sweetheart.” The man laughs knowingly while rubbing at his knee.

You look over at him and flicker your gaze back over to Taeyong, “What does he mean?”

“Nothing, he’s drunk. Let’s go.”

“Wai-”

Before you’re able to complete your sentence, Taeyong’s gripped onto your wrist, dragging you towards the exit while your forced to keep up with him, stumbling continuously over your dress.

***

“What did he mean Taeyong? Why aren’t you telling me?” you beg desperately kicking off your heels at the entrance of the doorway.

“I told you Y/N, he was drunk. He was spitting shit out.” He fumes, tired of repeating himself to you.

You laugh sarcastically at him, “I’m not stupid.”

“I don’t have time to deal with your childish questions right now. I’m busy, go to bed.”

“You’re calling me childish? Really?” you counter, arms crossed as you follow him into a smaller room; presumably his study area or office.

“Get out before I snap your fucking neck.” He warns, the words rolling out of mouth by habit as his anger begins to boil.

“Wow violent much? Is this how you threaten people?” you add, unphased and equally irked as he is.

“Don’t push me, Y/N. Get out.”

“No.”

“If you were even half as smart as you think you are, you wouldn’t still be here.”

“If you were half as angry as you pretend to be I’d have a black eye and broken ribs. I don't need you verbally pissing all over me just because you can’t seem to control your own emotions!” You yell, your hands balled into fists around the material of the dress.

“Y/N.”

“I don’t understand, I asked you a question, you said we should get to know each other more. You avoided all the topics of your past and your relationships so I complied, I didn't push it. But surely you can answer something about your present. Do you think everyone has it easy? Or do you just target everyone else and claim to be the only victim? Is that wh-”

“I told you to shut up.”

With all your emotions finally run dry and the rage driving through your body, you mutter out a quick “fuck you,” before storming out of his office and into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Taeyong falls back against his seat, watching the back of your figure disappear before he slams a fist against the table in frustration, The fucking guy and his mouth. He pulls at the strands of his hair as he sits head against the table, staring at the ground below.

On the other hand, you had already sprawled yourself over the bed, screaming into the pillow as you mutter an incoherent string of curses, fucking idiot, fucking dumbass, idiot, I hate him.

The exhaustion hits suddenly, your mind falling victim to the soft fabric and mental fatigue from the day. Eventually, Taeyong knocks at the bedroom door, “Can I come in?” he asks cautiously, worried you’re still upset.

When there’s no reply he panics, “Baby?”

He twists the door open hurriedly and swings the door back searching for you. He relaxes a little seeing your sleeping frame on the bed still dressed in the formal wear. He walks over quietly and carefully; he unzips the top of the dress wiggling it down your sleeping figure trying not to wake you in the process. You turn and let out a soft whimper and Taeyong feels his spine run cold hearing it, his knees almost giving out. He pulls the dress down in one go, and it slips off easily. Your body rolls to the side, shivering slightly at the sudden loss of warmth.

With your dress finally off, Taeyong finally removes himself of his clothes leaving only his boxers before he goes under the covers of the sheets. He lifts the sheets up gingerly, trying to bring it up to cover you as well.

When he’s finally satisfied he rolls onto his side, looking at you. Your features seem much softer in sleep; peaceful. And he wanted nothing more than to bring your body into his, wanting you to curl up into his body like the night before. But he pulls the blanket up over your shoulder instead, turning back around and falling asleep. ___

I’ll bring back the smut next chapter ;) Feedback always welcome and appreciated <3

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|Next Lifetime|Erik Killmonger|

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 

erik killmonger x black reader

|part 4|

warnings: um definitely smut this chapter at the end. so 18+ for this chapter! and a possible trigger warning for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcom.

synopsis:  reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). This one is a long ass chapter. So, grab you a snack and something to drink! I hope y’all like it.

“You promised on our birthday that you would give me something far more special than the charms you would gift to me. In 2018, you wanted to avenge your birth parents and you went off and did something foolish and when you- when they returned you to me you were-.” you struggle for a bit to find the words to explain it all to him as he takes a step back to gather himself. 

He rubs his eyes before grabbing your arms gently and massaging them . He leans down to look you in your eyes before asking “Ma, did you take something before I came to pick you up? You alright? Cause what you saying don’t make no sense at all... Your pupils don't look dilated though.” 

“I know how this must sound. Batshit crazy. I know it sounds crazy to me too. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m losing my own damn mind. I don’t know how or why. I just know that you came back to me.” you say to him and he shakes his head. 

“Erik. You’re talking about your ex boyfriend...The one that passed... . Alright, I’m going to take you home now... I still don’t understand what’s going on here and I’ve had about all I can take of trying to understand what’s going on here.” N’Jadaka says quietly to you before going around and opening your car door. 

The drive was silent as you picked at your nails and let the soft r&b roll over the tension between the two of you. 

Your own thoughts were going in about a billion different directions again. It didn’t feel right to just sit on all of that and not say anything at all. As ripped from a science fiction film as it sounded at least he knows. 

He was never one to think quietly because you could practically read his thoughts with the changing of expressions across his face.

The relief of seeing your building washed over you as he offered to walk you to your door. 

It was bittersweet because there was still so much of him in this different version of him. Even when he was upset with you or livid with whatever ghost that was haunting him back then,  he still showed nothing but tenderness to you.

You nod and give him a small smile before following him up the stairs , to your elevator, and finally your door. 

“I know that this is a lot. I mean who in their right mind would be able to process all of that.I wish there was any other way to say it... But thank you, I had a really nice time.” your soft words snap him out of staring at your face as if he was trying to piece it all together.

He knew deep down that there was something about you and what happened that weekend while dreaming in colours and other worlds but he couldn’t wrap his head around all of this happening in real life.  

You lean up to kiss his cheek and he grabs your shoulders softly. “With all due respect. You seem like a lovely person and a good woman, but I just - this all a lil too weird for me and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we continue seeing each other.” 

He kisses your hand and leaves with one look over your shoulder as you call out “Meet me at our spot. If you are still anywhere in there. You’ll know what I mean.”

“What the hell happened ? I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow morning?” Iri says as she settles on the other side of the sofa and patted the spot next to her as you kick off the sandals and lay your head on her lap with tears already prickling your eyes. 

“Oh you didn’t? Please don’t tell me you told him about the soulmate reincarnation thing? Sweets, you probably scared the hell out of that man. We needed you to keep that waaay down in the vault.” Tiki adds as she pops the cork off the bottle of wine in her hand and pauses the movie playing on the screen in the background. 

“Here’s what we’re gonna do . You’re gonna text him and tell him that you had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed earlier today and the meds had you unexpectedly zooted as fuck. “ Iri suggests and you chuckle softly.

---

Meanwhile at N’Jadaka’s house he was already being pestered by Lina and Penn for some type of details about what happened during the date. Orleans was already in the kitchen cooking and ear hustling but went back to his conversation on the phone with Big Mike when he realized there wasn’t any tea. 

“I don’t feel good. I’m finna go lay down. I’ll talk to y’all in the morning”. He says simply to them before trudging his way to his part of the house.

They had been friends since college and just got used to the idea of living together as they did in the dorms so they made it work after graduation. 

It helped them save money for when they finally separated and all of their schedules kept them busy so they didn't have time to get sick of each other. They also knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him and to leave him alone when he gets this moody.

"What the fuck?" He whispered under his breath 

"What the fuck was all that?" He continues talking to himself as he strips and walks past the bathroom mirror to the shower. 

He stops when something catches his eye. He sees a birthmark on his chest that almost resembles the shape of claw marks. He lets his fingers linger over the mark for a second. Thoughts of a panther mask clouded his memories for a moment before he shook his head and entered the shower. 

---

A few hours later of talking through it with your girls about possibly seeing a therapist about all that's going on and you were ready for bed. 

It didn't take long to drift off, you were ready to put the whole thing behind you. 

The familiar setting of purples , pinks, and hues of blue came into focus and you looked around letting the butterflies land on you again.

 You walk through the flowers and find Erik sitting by a stream of water weaving some of the flowers together. 

"What the hell, E?" You ask as you run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck

He turns to you and smiles big , his dimples on full display before shrugging. 

"It ain't perfect but it's the best I could do. They said it's like a do-over or something like that. I get a second chance but as a result of the way I did things the first time it's a lil different. Like when you restore a computer and it lose all it's files and shit. I get a new life but I'm still kinda stuck. I kinda like it though. I don't remember all the other shit when I'm awake. It really is like starting over. Shits crazy to explain when you think about it. But for you , you already know. I'd find you in this life and the next and the one after that. I don’t think I’mma ever fully remember what happened with all of that when i’m awake. I’m cool with it. It ain’t something I’m tryna remember." He says tipping your chin up to look at you and kissing you softly 

"I know. At least I get to hold you in the real world. It's just different. But guess what I saw today? I seen that bench that you and me signed all them years back. It's still there." You say to him and he places the lil flower bracelet around your wrist as y'all sit and talk for the rest of the night.

By the time you wake up with the aroma of breakfast wavering throughout the loft you feel a little better about the whole situation with Erik, not Erik. 

You opened your phone and sent him an I'm sorry gif with a few extra words inspired by Tina's wisdom tooth lie. 

 After easing into the kitchen and standing in the doorway you see the two lovebirds dancing around the kitchen singing to each other and laying food on the plates. 

"Morning lil sleepy head. Don't forget that I'll still be coming down to the center with you today for the seminar. You hungry?" Iris asks as she places the plate in your hands with a kiss to the top of the head. 

"Of course. There's a young girl, Sophie there that I really think would love to talk to you. She's just starting her transition. And her parents are wonderful but they don't really have much money. She hasn't really had the chance to get more “feminine” presenting clothes and she likes makeup.  " You say and she nods catching your drift.

"Well it'd brighten anybody's day seeing a beautiful successful trans woman like myself honey. But let's lift her spirits even more. I'm gonna bring some of the makeup I got from pr packages and some of the clothes from this collection. I really hope it helps." She answers and Tika just saunters over to her proclaiming her love for her. 

"Alright alright alright. I get it. I'm single as hell." You say laughing softly

---

Two weeks ticked by with radio silence on N'Jadaka's end. After the 4th day when he gave you the cold shoulder at a coffee shop, you decided to stop trying.

Maybe it wasn't fate and maybe you were just believing what you wanted to believe. 

You reason with yourself as you walked around the loft making notes about the new housing project you were working on. 

Finally having the house to yourself with the lovebirds gone for the day on a little adventure. You got to work budgeting and calling different areas to rent out apartments to you for women and lgbtq+ with housing insecurities. 

Your ramblings and thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door , thinking that Iri or Tika left something behind. 

"I told you to take your sunscre- Daka?" You question as he stands in front of you

You cross your arms and furrow your brows while waiting for an answer from him.

He stands for a moment like he’s trying to gather all of his thoughts together in a way that makes sense to both of you. 

"What're you doing here?" You ask putting your hand on your hip. 

He drops his shoulders and lets out a soft sigh before looking at you.

"I didn't wanna believe it. What you said that night cause like how the fuck does something like that happen? I’mma be honest.  I wanted to just believe that you were a lil off and leave it at that but something keeps telling me that you right. I can't remember shit before college and all I wanted to do was be with you. From the moment I met you in the store. I was like, this is it. This is what's missing. A piece to a puzzle that's all jumbled up." He admits and you nod slowly before letting him in. 

You walk around the kitchen getting a cup of tea for yourself and sitting a cup of coffee down on the counter for him.

“Don’t worry it’s black, I know you dont like it sweet.”

"You know I didn't exactly expect my fiancee that I buried months before to show up at a damn supermarket of all places. This isn't some movie or fanfiction. These kind of things don't happen in real life. Daka you, you had claw marks all over you. The last time I laid eyes on you. And now you're here in front of me. I thought that I was losing my mind." You say and he starts to unbutton his shirt.

"These." He says peeling his shirt off and showing you the birthmarks on his chest and shoulder.

You trace your fingers over it before leaning your head on his shoulder. 

"I asked my parents about my childhood and when I passed by my old neighborhood a few days ago andI remembered some things. I remember what happened to my other parents, in pieces. Shit’s brutal." He says dropping his gaze

"It's okay." You whisper to him and wrap your arms around him. You rocked him for a moment letting him let all of those feelings wash over him. 

He embraced you for a moment before kissing you tenderly. You tug at his bottom lip before deepening the kiss when he press you against the counter. 

"We'll figure it out... Something telling me I'd be a fuckin fool to lose you again." He says quietly against yours lips. 

"Are you gonna make love to me or are you going to keep looking at me like that?" You ask as he studies your whole face like he's looking at art. 

"A memory. It's you. We stood right here and I kissed you the same way. You were saying something like "you bring yourself home to me"." He says and you nod frantically, holding him closer to you.

"I did. It was right before you left." You admit and he nods before lifting you up onto the counter and kissing you heatedly this time. He kisses down to your breasts before looking up at permission from you to unhook your bra. 

Always a man that knows what he's doing. He takes kisses around your breasts and nipples. He takes his time to lick and caress you until he works his way down.

You shake your head yes before moving to slide off your panties but his kisses and his mouth is already beating you to it as he kisses down to your thigh.

He slides your panties off with his teeth and tosses them over his shoulder. 

You tilt your head back as you feel him wasting no time massaging over your clit and working you over with his fingers, curling them and stroking you gently. 

Your soft moans fill the room when he hooks your leg over his shoulder and begins to suckle your clit softly , swirling his tongue over it. 

"Tika will kil- Ooh god. How does your tongue feel like it's vibrating?" You ask and he only chuckles and grips onto your cheeks to bring you closer to him.

He was feasting on and devouring you like he was going to lose again and you could grind your hips down against his tongue and moan his name sweetly.

He didn't stop his tongue or fingers working in you until your legs are shaking and you're gripping at his head. 

"You have- fuck. I'm a squir-" you moan his name brokenly while trying to get out your words and lean back for a moment licking his lips before realizing what you're trying to say.

"Hold that for me. I wanna come with you." He says to you and you pout and protest as he removes his fingers. He picks you up off the counter and carries you bridal style asking you which room is yours.

"Left , left." You giggle into his shoulder as he helps you slide your dress off and you unbutton his jeans for him. 

You capture him in a kiss for a moment feeling his soft plump lips against yours again for the first time in what feels like forever. 

"It's been a long time since I've done all of this. . . Gentle." You say and he runs a calloused finger over your cheek moving a curl away from your face as he looks at you. 

He gets a quick flash of a memory of you and him in bed. You wore a smile on your face before telling him "happy anniversary".

He trailed his fingers down your body remembering almost every scar , every moment. 

When Erik got to a scar at your side. He chuckled, unlocking a memory of you two running from the neighborhood rottweiler , Smokey. 

That old ass dog hated you and he hoisted you over the fence first after being out late one night in high school. The gate had caught your side when you jumped. 

Erik felt so bad he brought you food from anywhere you wanted everyday from to school for a month. 

He leans down to place open mouthed kisses to it. 

He traced over your thighs to the cellulite and stretch marks remembering when you first got them. 

He was moving homes at the time and he wasn't ready to be further away from you yet.  You two just sat for hours at the park in the grass, talking. 

" You know white men behind all of that anyways. They want y'all to feel like you gotta look the same way. That's how they make them billions. My mama had 'em . Yo mama , and generations back. And it ain't ever stop them from being the women they are. Besides if any dirtneck nigga ever try you , just tell me. Imma handle it." He would say as you sat with your head on his lap, staring at the sun setting, knowing good and well your grandparents were gonna ground you for being late when you get home. 

They never did though cause you were with Erik they knew you were gonna be alright. 

"Nothing to worry about. I… I've never done any of that stuff before…Have you?" you question hesitantly as you stare off. 

"Tisha. From Ms. Wilkes class. We was coming from the kick back-" 

"Uh uh . That's your business , you ain't gotta tell me all of that." You say slightly upset at the fact that Tisha of all people was his first. 

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"I got you." He says kissing your forehead then your nose before hooking your leg over his hip and easing into you slowly while his lips are still on yours. His eyes never left yours as he cupped your face sweetly like he didn't want to lose you again. 

In this moment he gets a glimpse of prom night and how things changed between the both of you forever. 

He wraps his hands around your waist. One of his hands splayed across your belly. 

He remembers the pregnancy scare you both had afterwards with him holding your hand and telling you no matter what happens he wanna be there for both of you.

Luckily, nothing came of it but you were definitely closer because of it.

You let out an open mouthed gasp at the feeling of being so full of him after so long. 

You rest your hands on his neck and shoulder and he bottoms out fully settling into you as he moves his arms next to  balance himself. 

You close your eyes as he begins to stroke into you trying to set a rhythm for you as his praises for you fall from his lips. 

He kisses his way down your neck licking the marks that are already starting to form there. 

"My lil baby." He mutters out after licking a freshly formed hickey forming on top of your breasts. 

You open your eyes slowly , looking at him and the way he's looking at you . 

"It's been way too long since I've heard that from you. You're remembering?" You ask quietly as you let out a soft moan.

N'Jadaka's muscles flex and tighten as he picks up his pace. His abs clenched as he  pulls out almost completely and filled you at a different angle.

 The sounds of your moans filling the room with every stride and stroke of his hips,  it seems like you're closer to floating in space. The man was fucking you like his life depended on it and at this point all you could do is wrap your arms around him again to comfort you as he shutters and rolls his hips deeper into you. Your walls tighten around him as you relish in the feeling of him. 

"Fuck. I remember all of it." He says half chuckling at the way it's coming to him and half nearly in tears cause he really missed being with you. 

"I also remember that this is your favourite position cause you like to see my face." He teases before leaning down to kiss you again with them plump ass lips.

"E?" You ask , grabbing his face with trembling hands.

"Baby?" You ask again 

He moves his hands from your waist and places your hands in his. Then moving them above your head as he flashes in between making love to you for the last time and now.

You roll over with him and place your hands on your chest riding him slowly getting the rhythm as he strokes into you from below. 

He laughs softly when he realizes what you're doing. 

"Are you spelling my fucking name , baby?" He asks and you tell him that you can spell both.

You let out a whimper when he brushes your spot and let him take over as he runs his hands over your thighs to your butt and over your back as he strokes into you. 

He plants his feet on the bed and work your hips in rhythm with him. 

It didn't take long for you to orgasm with a loud shriek of his name . You had forgotten how he gets when he's close as his hands on gripping all over your thighs and your back. You were already feeling sensitive with your second orgasm coming through and this man felt like he was trying to put it in your belly. 

He rolls you onto your side giving it to you deeply. 

With a loud hiss and panting from him he cums , holding you in his arms.

"I don't think it has felt like that since our birthday last year." He says into your ear as he pulls you closer into his arms. 

He engulfs you fully in his embrace and presses a kiss to the side of your head. 

You laugh softly and roll over to face him , resting your forehead against his.

"I remember. You took me to Paris. I had never been and at the time I was obsessed with everything Parisian. We fucked on the balcony and somehow I ended up popping the straps to my favorite dress. You still owe me by the way." You tease and he shakes his head laughing. 

"I think we ended up saving they marriage from across the way though. They was arguing the whole time. Then they gon watch us like we ain't see them." Erik says laughing as he squeezes your thigh playfully.

"I know they was trying some things." You joke 

"I missed you so much. You don't even understand." You admit with a somehow saddened and relieved expression. 

"I know.  I want to start over this time. All of that Erik Killmonger shit is over with. I wanna keep the name N'Jadaka and just start over. All of that was too heavy on me to carry. I wanna let it all go. I wanna do it right with you." He explains 

"Good because if you put me through that again. Wakanda will be the least of your damn worries." You say to him and he nods giving you his word, sealed with a kiss.

"It'll be alright. Everything happens for a reason. And I think that right now a bath needs to happen and I'm gonna need you to do that thing again that you did in the kitchen cause I'm tryna figure out when you learned that-" 

At some point after the bubble bath/ shower combo you were both out like a light until Iri and Tika decide to come busting in like they usually do with little gifts and food for you. 

"Guess who's your fave- SHE GOT A WHOLEASS MAN IN HER BED" Iri announces to Tika before your pillow hits the door as she closes it. 

"Sorry about that. This is kinda our cuddle hour so they're used to just coming on in." You say sleepily and he just laughs it off while holding you closer. 

"It's all good. I remember that I ain't know them much before but when we did spend time with them, they were good people." He says, still trying to piece it together.  

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You fell asleep more peacefully than you had in a long time. Now granted, good sex didn't fix the many layers of issues and mysticism surrounding everything.

But for now, you knew that you had him, you had your girls, family and your business. Everything felt alright again. 

Right up until the point of sleeping through the first alarm to meet the property owners.

"Bae. Bae your phone going off." N'Jadaka whispers in the dark room , voice still riddled with sleep and grogginess. 

"Shit. Shit. I'm gonna be so late." You call out , quickly jumping out of bed and stumbling around the room. 

It takes you about 25 minutes to speed through getting dressed in your best skirt suit. 

N'Jadaka sits on the end of the bed putting on his shoes and watching you shuffle around. 

He had offered to drive you there and stay with you and check out the property with you. 

He slows you down by grabbing you by your arms gently and placing a kiss to your lips. 

"Good morning, handsome. Let's go" 

You walk through the living room with Iri and Tika already posted up in the kitchen placing two breakfast burritos in a container to grab and go. 

You grab your things from the counter all while thanking them and jetting towards the door.

"Good luck pooh!" Tika calls after you. 

"Byyyyeeee Dakaaaa" they call out after him

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"Here it is . These are the apartments. I know they don't look like much now from the outside. But from the pictures it looks great. And they'll be safe and comfortable here-" you babble on to N'Jadaka while you both stand outside of the building where Erik grew up , until you notice two women walking to  a car that clearly wasn't from this area. 

You notice Shuri and your breath hitches in your throat. 

Frozen in your anxiety, the seconds ticked by and it was too late to leave. She looked you dead in the eye and then at N'Jadaka like she had seen a ghost.

She gasped and Nakia followed the eyes before back into the car. 

"SHURI WAIT - PLEASE" you yell out to them but the car was already speeding  away. 

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