#and then decide you might as well lean into it?

[rafeandonlyrafe]

reckless

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, male receiving oral, aged up!rafe (28), age gap (reader is 20), reader kinda dumb and stupid tbh, breaking and entering but actually technically she didnt break anything so just entering, urban exploring

“stay away from that house.” your friend warns, following your eyesight to get light shining from only one window, the rest of the house covered in shadow.

“why?” you question, curiosity growing.

“some asshole lives there. i guess he got real rich when he was young and now he spends all his time inside hiding. the whole island hates him but nothing he did was bad enough to land him in prison…” your friend gives you a serious look. “or at least nothing they can prove.”

you're new to the outer banks, but she already knows your personality. you're defiant and confident, afraid of nothing.

it's why despite her warnings the next night you're scaling up the fence and hopping over to the other side. you note the well taken care of yard, whoever this guy is must still employ a lawn crew.

you keep your footsteps light but unhurried as you walk around the exterior of the enormous house, still just the one window with a light on, like no one else has been in any other part of the home for a long time.

you figure a house like this might have security, but you live only a block away and would certainly get to your house before any cops would show up.

you peer in a few windows, but it's too dark inside to really make out anything. you make your way into the backyard, looking down the long dock to see a yacht. you consider exploring that first before shaking your head and focusing back in on the house.

in your old city, you had a habit of breaking into places. not to steal or damage anything, just for the thrill of getting in and looking around, knowing you're not supposed to be there.

you peer in through the glass doors. it's not that late, only 11pm, but you figure the old man who lives here must already be upstairs and hopefully asleep as you grip the handle.

you wait to hear an alarm from just your touch, but when the house remains silent, you attempt to turn the handle, surprised and happy that it's completely unlocked as you slide it open.

you step into the living room, looking around at the intricate and clearly expensive decorations. your friend was definitely right about this guy being rich, but of course he is if he lives in a neighborhood like this.

“damn.” you mutter to yourself, stepping closer to a fancy vase sat on a table. you purposely leave the glass door open in case you need to make a quick escape out.

your eyes take in every piece of art hung on the wall and gold detailed lamps as you head further into the house, peeking into rooms as you quickly map out the layout. you note the stairs in the center hallway leading up, able to tell there's one light on and deciding quickly to avoid it.

you make like the rush of breaking into places, but you certainly don't like getting caught as you tiptoe into the kitchen next. out of pure curiosity, you open a couple cabinets to find them well stocked.

you focus in on the fridge next. you don't intend to steal but maybe this guy has a couple bottles of beer that won't be missed.

you frown when you realize it's mostly healthy food and energy drinks as you close the fridge, practically jumping out of your skin when you realize there's a tall man with his arms crossed, leaning against the cabinet.

“what are you doing here?” you yell, backing up and putting the island between you and him.

“bold of you to ask me that considering you're the one breaking into my house.” the man's voice is easy going and gentle despite the circumstances.

“your house?” you look the guy up and down. “i thought the guy who lived here was old.”

he moves to the island, placing himself directly in the middle so you can't bolt away, a movement you're very aware of.

“and what made you think that?” he questions. it's hard to tell in the low light, only the faint glow of buttons on the fridge and a bit of moonlight creeping in, but he looks young. your guess is late 20s or early 30s, not like the senior citizen you were picturing.

“my friend told me some asshole-” you cringe at the bad choice of words but continue on. “lives here who got rich when he was young.”

“hm, yeah that does sound like me.” the guy hums. “so what, you were gonna steal from me?”

“no.” you quickly shake your head. “i don't steal, i have no need. i just… like urban exploring.” you decide on saying.

“mmm, isn't that usually exploring abandoned places?” he questions, somehow still carrying on the conversation so naturally, like you're an invited guest rather than a trespasser.

“i thought this place was basically abandoned. like i said, thought you were old.” you shrug.

“well, im only 28, so if you consider that old.” he crosses his arms, muscles bulging.

“im 20.” you say, swallowing thickly. 

you can see the gleam in the man's teeth as he smiles. “interesting… come with me.”

his command is so effortless, you find your feet moving before your mind catches up, following him deeper into the house and up the stairs.

“what are you going to do with me?” you ask, worrying he's going to call the cops. your parents would be pissed if only a week after they move you out of the big city you get arrested again.

“did your friend happen to tell you why i stay in this house?” he hums, opening a door and beckoning you in. you quickly realize this is the bedroom with the lights always on.

“um, just that you did something and no one likes you.”

“that's exactly right, even though i did nothing wrong. i only ever wanted to protect my family.” you see anger briefly take over his features as he relieves whatever memory that made him so hated. “but still, it's hard being lonely.”

he takes a couple steps forward, swinging the door shut behind him to keep the two of you in there, alone. “it's why id like your company…”

“y/n.” you mumble your name. you don't bother to give a fake name.

“y/n.” the name rolls seamlessly off his tongue, like a purr. “im rafe.”

“what do you mean by company, rafe?” now that you're in the light and can get a good look at him, you're hoping it's what you're thinking.

“isn't it obvious?” he quirks his head to the side. “i want you to sleep with me.”

“okay.” you whisper. you're certainly not inexperienced or against sleeping with random guys, even if your friend did warn you about him. you've already gone two whole weeks without getting anything, and you're starting to feel a little high strung.

“perfect.” rafe crosses past you, placing himself on the edge of the. neatly made bed. “undress.”

his command is once again so simple and effective that your hands begin moving instantly, pulling off your tank top to reveal your bright pink bra before sliding your shorts down next to show off the matching underwear.

you turn your back towards rafe and look over your shoulder as you slide your panties down, revealing your bare ass and pussy before kicking off your sandals. 

you walk over to rafe slowly, a smile on your face as you undo the last piece of clothing covering you and let your bra drop to the floor.

“fuck, you're sexy.” rafe leans forward and grabs you, hands gripping your ass, squeezing the plump flesh there. he doesn't bother to wait for you to recover as he sits you onto his lap, cunt being pressed into his thigh as his mouth devours yours.

you can feel his need in the kiss, how starved he is from touch as you begin to kiss back, hands rubbing all over his front.

you only briefly stop the kiss to yank his shirt off. you're not surprised by his muscles, you could tell how perfectly built he was even in the dark kitchen.

rafe begins to slide your pussy against his pants, wetting his thigh as your clit drags against the material.

“fuck, you're already so wet.” rafe moans into your mouth. you don't pause to tell him that you always get a little bit wet in excitement when breaking into a new place.

“let me blow you.” you slide off, already missing the feeling on your pussy as you pull at rafes pants. he lifts his hips to help you and you waste no time, pulling his underwear down as well.

rafes cock pops up, hard and ready for attention. you push his thighs open with your hands so you can nestle between his legs, smiling as you watch a bead of precum from before licking it clean.

“god.” rafe groans, a hand fisting in your hair, tangling his fingers into the strands. “it's been so long since someone else has touched me.”

you feel bad for rafe in that moment, but it's quickly forgotten in favor of wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and giving it an intense suck, wanting to show him a truly good time.

you begin to bob your head, slowly taking more and more of his length into your mouth. he's not the biggest you've ever gotten with, but his girth certainly makes up for it as you get used to him pushing at the walls of your throat.

you'll certainly need more attention to your pussy to be able to take him as you reach down and rub your fingers against your clit, wanting to jump on his cock the second you're done blowing him.

“how are you only 20?” rafe asks, talking mostly to himself considering your mouth is occupied. “you suck dick so well.”

you don't want to comment that you've had lots of experience, but you have a feeling he won't judge you for it. so many guys sleep around yet want every girl to be a virgin, and that's certainly something you don't subscribe to.

with a final push, you're able to take rafe all the way down as you nuzzle your nose into his skin, gagging slightly but able to hold for a decently long time before you need to pull off to take a deep breath.

“come up here, baby.” rafe says, tugging your hand that isn't still playing with your pussy. “want to fuck you.”

you wipe your mouth before standing up, glad you weren't on your knees for long as you move onto the bed.

“fuck me good, daddy.” you purr out, staying on your hands and knees and swaying your ass to entice rafe as he moves behind you.

“oh, i will baby.” rafe rubs his cock through your folds, not bothering to offer to put on a condom when you so clearly don't care.

rafe teases you, pressing slightly against your entrance before going back to rubbing against you until you're frustrated and aching. you're about to open your mouth to complain, to tell him to hurry it up, when his cock plunges inside of you in one quick motion that has you screaming out.

“oh, fuck!” you squeal as rafe instantly begins pounding into you.

rafe smiles as he looks towards the window, slightly cracked. he hopes the neighbors hear your screams and moans of pleasure and learn that he's not just willing to stay inside for the rest of his life. no, rafe is crafting his revenge against the town and when the time comes, they will all regret the way they treated him.

rafe looks down at you as he thrusts into you, your head hung forward and curls bouncing with every movement as he punishes your cunt.

“shit.” rafe groans, pulling out to quickly flip you onto your back.

his mouth meets yours just as his cock reenters you, kissing you wildly while he thrusts without abandon, letting himself loose on you.

rafe can feel himself swelling inside of you and tries his best to hold back from cumming, fingers reaching to your clit to focus on your pleasure before his own, wanting to extend this as long as possible.

“god, you feel so good.” you moan out, jaw slackened even as rafe continue to kiss around your mouth, eyes glossed over in pure pleasure.

“yeah?” rafe smiles. “you gonna cum for me?”

“mhm. keep- keep rubbing.” you tilt your head back as he swipes over your clit, back and forth, building you up while his cock fills out your insides.

“come on, baby.” rafe moans out, kissing you again, unable to stop even though he wants to hear your moans. his hips move faster and faster until he can't hold back anymore, pulling out and releasing all over your stomach in long ropes.

you squeal out as he pinches your clit, triggering your own orgasm as your entire body shakes, back arching off the bed.

“fuck!” you shout. “rafe!”

you both flop against the mattress, breathing heavily as you recover, pussy dripping wet onto his blankets.

“thanks for the company.” rafe smiles, causing you to laugh.

“yeah, always happy to stick around.” you giggle, leaning into his side. there's certainly no shame cuddling up to him after what you just did.

“would you… would you come back tomorrow?” rafe asks, pushing a strand of hair off where it was sticking to your face.

“first week in a new town and i already found myself a fuck buddy? hell yeah ill come back tomorrow.” you kiss rafe quickly before standing up off his bed, putting your tanktop and shorts back on but leaving your wet panties and bright bra on the floor.

“but have pizza, im a classy girl after all, i only let you fuck me once before buying me dinner.” you walk out of the bedroom to rafes deep chuckle.

[thirdsaltyhunter]

Girl's Night

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Jody and Donna ask you for help on a hunt and you all get drunk and call your boyfriend while you're away

Warning: fluff, cuteness, kissing, mentions of a hunt so violence?, celebratory drinking, getting drunk

A/N: not proofread, all mistakes are my own

You woke up earlier than you usually did. Jody had given you a call to tell you that her and Donna had caught wind of a pack of werewolves just south of Sioux Falls and could use your help taking them out.

You wanted to start driving early so you could avoid most of the traffic and so you could offer your expertise as soon as possible. However, mornings aren't really your thing. You fought back the groan at how much you didn't want to leave your comfortable spot in bed where Dean was currently keeping you warm. Nonetheless, you began wiggling your way out from under his arm. You were trying not to wake him up this early because he hadn't slept enough this week.

As you tossed some clothes into your duffel bag, you thought you might be able to make it out without waking him, but he was always a light sleeper. A quiet grumble of your name sounded from beneath the covers.

"Hey baby," you whispered going back to the side of the bed.

"You leaving?" he asked, noticing your packed duffle bag, voice rough with sleep.

"Yeah, Jody asked me to help her and Donna take out some wolves."

He nodded and reached for you to pull you into a hug which, from the position he was in, meant that you were just laying on top of him. He was always extra cuddly in the mornings and you loved it, despite how much it tempted you to crawl back under the covers with him. "Be careful out there," he said, placing a kiss to your temple.

"You know I will." You propped yourself up on your elbow so you could look down at him. "Besides, you know it's gonna be a milk run. They probably don't even need me, they just want me to come up there so we can have girl's night."

He chuckled at that, because he knew you were right. Now that he thought about it, the last time he saw them, Donna had threatened that she'd drive down to Kansas herself and kidnap you if he didn't hand you over for a weekend.

He leaned up to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. "Call me when you finish the hunt so I know you're ok."

"I will." You kissed him again before crawling off of him. "I love you, go back to sleep."

"I love you too, sweetheart," he said, already burying his face into the pillow.

You couldn't help but smile at how quickly he gave in to your request. Grabbing your duffle, you headed out of the bedroom to say your goodbyes to Sam before you made your way to your car to start the long drive up to Sioux Falls.

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The hunt ended up being even easier than you thought it would be. You, Jody and Donna made a pretty formidable and efficient hunting team. The hunt was done before the sun even fully set, so you headed back to Jody's house to begin cooking dinner.

You all decided to forget the plan of cooking dinner and reward yourselves for a hunt-well-done by ordering pizza instead. Claire was off on her own hunt and Alex was working a late shift at the hospital. That left only you, Donna and Jody, sitting on the livingroom floor around a mostly empty pizza box, passing around a bottle of wine.

After catching up on everything and finishing off the bottle of wine, Jody decided to pull out the bourbon and poured a good amount of each of you.

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About an hour later, the three of you were well past tipsy and were having the best time laughing and telling stories from various hunts.

"Soooo", Jody began with a hint of mischief in her voice. "How's Dean?"

"Yeah we need to hear about our favorite couple," Donna chimed in.

You knew she was talking about you and Dean but you decided to play around. "I don't know what you're talking about," you teased.

"Oh come on you know what we're talk'n about. We want to know what you and ol' Dean's like when you're away from the eyes of the world, y'know, when you put the hunter armor down," Jody inquired.

"I betcha he wears fuzzy socks and watches chick-flics, don't he?" Donna added teasingly.

That had you almost rolling on the floor with laughter. "Oh yeah, definitely."

It was nice being kind of childish like this with them. You had never had many friends in your teenage years and the hunting life didn't typically allow for gal-pals, but you had developed a really good friendship despite not having the time to see each other very often.

You wiped the tears of laughter from your eyes. "Oh shit, I forgot to call him", you attempted to grab your phone out of your bag, which took longer than needed, given your lack of coordination. "Dean asked me to call him after the hunt."

Jody and Donna looked at each other and awwww'ed in unison.

You tapped Dean's contact and put the phone to your ear. After a few rings you heard his voice. "Hey sweetheart."

"Heeeey", you greeted excitedly, voice slightly slurred.

"Hiya Dean-o", Donna said loud enough for Dean to hear.

You could hear him laugh on the other end, clearly gathering that you were all pretty inebriated and having a good time. "So I take it the hunt went well", he said with amusement in his voice.

"Oh it went great, we're badasses."

"I have no doubt of that," he said fondly.

"Hey Dean!" Jody cut in. "Is it true you wear fuzzy sock and watch chick-flicks when you're at home?"

"Baby, what did you tell them about me?" Dean asked you with mock annoyance.

"Oh nothing," you responded playfully. "Anyway gotta go."

You could hear he was barely holding back from laughing. "Hey hold on-" *click*

You bit your lip as you hung up on him before looking up at Jody and Donna. As soon as you made eye contact you all bust out laughing.

[prize-pig-collection]

Dinner and a show

I get my usual order: two triple bacon cheeseburger meals, large. One with a strawberry shake, one with a chocolate shake. You know, so that way they think I’m ordering for me and someone else. Works every time.

I’m shaking with excitement as they hand me the heavy bag of food through the drive-thru window. I know I won’t be able to wait until I get home, so I frantically search for a parking spot. Hopefully the one I picked is secluded enough that no one will notice what’s about to happen…

A few bites into the first burger, and I’m completely focused on stuffing my face. So much so that I don’t notice the giggling from outside the car.

“Holy shit, look at this guy!”

“Eww gross… it’s like he gets off on eating like a pig or something…”

When I go to reach for one of the boxes of fries, I finally pick up on the fact that I have an audience.

“His tits might be bigger than mine!”

“Look at his belly hanging out… I bet he wants it to touch the steering wheel. Jesus.”

I pick up the pace, shoving in fries by the handful. This is no time for straws, I decide — so I pop the top off my first shake and start chugging. Tiny rivers of milkshake dribble down my chins and onto my overstuffed T-shirt.

…In record time, the last bite makes its way between my greasy lips. I lean back, breathless and moaning, and start massaging my bloated gut.

Suddenly I hear a knock on the window.

“Open up, pig.”

I nervously fumble for the switch and roll the window down.

“Buuuuurp… Oh fuck, sorry. What’s up?”

My visitor raises two giant bags to eye level, packed full of food. I swear one of them is actually dripping grease.

“You’re a greedy little pig, aren’t you? You just never want to stop eating, huh?”

I’m sweating, partially from the massive binge, and partially from the embarrassment.

“You want to outgrow this car? You want your dick, and your legs, to be buried in blubber, so that all you can do with your life is eat and grow??”

All I can manage is a whimper of agreement.

“Well here you go, fat boy. Eat up. And if you’re a good pig for me, there’ll be plenty more where that came from. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I dutifully rip open the first bag and get started. After all, I want to be a good pig.

[lovebittenbyevans]

We Can’t Live In The Past

Summary: In your heart and mind you knew you was not getting the old Gojo Satoru before the fame got to you

Pairing: Actor! Gojo Satoru x Wife!Female Reader

Warnings: fame au, flashbacks, social media au

Author note: Follow along Behind Closed Doors and same AU set Life In The Spotlight. Enjoy reading!!

You looked down at your glass of red wine which was almost empty. You looked through the pictures of you and Gojo together in a box that Gojo kept hidden in his drawer.

You had happy times with him a lot but the bad times were there as well. You placed the pictures back in the box and closed it. You pour yourself another glass of wine as you lean back against his office chair.

This was the first time in a long time you came into his office and sat down alone. You put the box back into his drawer and then scroll through your phone looking at more old pictures of you two on social media.

y/nofficial Thank you for always making me happy baby ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️@gojosatoru

You both were always so happy together. You two could not get enough of each other. Everybody around the world would call you and Gojo the power couple.

You lifted the glass up towards your lips and took a sip feeling the sweetness on your tongue. As your eyes focused on the picture of you and gojo from years back, memories started to flood your mind just thinking about it.

2019

You can’t believe your friend Miwa Kasumi set you up on a date. She was one of your good friends who always invited you to these celebrity parties. You were not a girl who was crazy about celebrities at all.

“I’m only doing this for you.” You said sitting down at the table while talking on the phone.

Miwa chuckled a bit. “I know but at least I don’t have to hear you cry anymore about Mahito.” You rolled your eyes and took off your jacket.

You understand where she was coming from but you couldn’t see yourself getting over Mahito just yet. You felt like a date was kind of too soon for you.

“Look, I love that man ok.” You explained to her. “This date better be worth it.”

Miwa let out another chuckle. “I promise it will be. Bye.” She hung up before you could respond.

You pull your AirPod from your ear and put it in your purse. The waiter came by pouring sparkling water in your glass while you looked at the menu. You can’t believe how expensive this restaurant is and the prices.

You hear a voice when you are trying to decide what to eat. “Y/N?” Glancing up, you noticed a handsome man with white hair. “Yeah, hi.”

“I’m Gojo Satoru.” He introduced himself to you as he pulled out the chair across from you.

Your eyes widen when you hear him tell you who he is.

No fucking way!

“Uh..Hi.” You stammer feeling shocked. “I didn’t know Miwa would set me up with another celebrity.”

He slowly took off his jacket and hung his jacket over his chair. “So, you know who I am?” He moved the chair up a little as he looked at you.

You nodded. “Yeah, you are always in the headlines sometimes.”

“So, you keep with me?” Gojo smirked.

You let out a chuckle. “Uh, no.” At least you were being honest. “I barely have time to keep up with people in my own life as often nowadays.”

“Hm, I think I might like you already.” He jokes, making you laugh.

You shake your head as you look at the menu again. The waiter came fifteen minutes later to take both orders while gojo and you talked to each other.

“Wait, Mahito was your boyfriend?” Gojo sounded surprised. “What happened between you two?”

You sighed. “Yeah, it’s too soon to say.”

Gojo leaned forward resting his chin on his hand. “Ah, so you are his music muse?” It didn’t surprise you that he asked that because Mahito always made it clear in his songs who they are about.

The waiter came back with two drinks before walking away to other tables. “Yeah.” You said, quietly.

You haven’t thought about Mahito music for a while. The last song you listened to was See You Again before you and him broke up for good this time.

“You like dating singers, huh?” Gojo asked.

You take a sip of your drink while you lean back in your chair. “Oh no. I’m done being with a famous person.”

He gasped. “Well, I guess this date is over.” He pretended to get up when you reached toward him and grabbed his hand. “No, No. Don’t go yet.”

Gojo stayed seated while staring at you. “Change your mind already?” You notice he likes to joke a lot and ask questions.

As the waiter finally came back with the food, you were laughing at some of his jokes of what it was like being an actor and how it is in the industry. You continue to eat your food while listening to him. “Three months I’ll be in San Francisco filming this movie but I haven’t got the script yet.”

You pushed your plate away from you after taking one more taste of your steak. “Do you at least know what it’s going to be about?” You question him.

Gojo gorgeous blue eyes fixed on you. “It’s a romance that’s all they told me so far.”

You didn’t want this date to end just yet. The way gojo spoke you can see yourself never getting tired of hearing his voice.

“Check please.” He said to the waiter.

You finish the last of your drink before you slung your jacket over your shoulder. “I’m sure Miwa is expecting money from you.” You got up from the chair after grabbing your purse.

He laughed while leaving money in the checkbook. “That girl stays trying to bet against something.” He got up from the chair and took his jacket from behind the chair.

You shrugged. “She loves matchmaking.” Gojo made his way out of the restaurant with you behind him. You almost blinked from the brightness of flashing lights.

Shit!

Gojo was unaware paparazzi were going to show up tonight. They always find out where he is almost all the time. At times he got used to it and didn’t let them bother him.

“Stay close and don’t say a word.” He whispers to you.

You hide your face using your purse so the paparazzi couldn’t identify who you were. You kept speed walking with Gojo while the paparazzi asked him questions nonstop. “Gojo, who is she?”

“Is she your new girlfriend?” Another one asked.

Quickly you opened the door to your car and got inside, closing the door shut. You didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to him because he told you to drive off.

Eventually you parked your car for a minute with a smile on your face. You were feeling a lot of emotions all at once. You take your phone out of your purse and notice an unknown number along with a notification from your social media.

Unknown: Hey, it’s Gojo. I got your number from Miwa since I couldn’t ask you because of the paparazzi. I wanted to say I had a good time and I wanted to see you again

You grin reading his text message one more time. A part of you thought this date would have been a disaster but it wasn’t. You checked your social media notifications immediately and you were stunned to speak.

Gojo Satoru followed you on instagram

You clicked on his profile icon in your notification that took you to his profile page. You were not surprised he posted a lot on his page. You noticed he posted a new picture that got a lot of likes and comments.

liked by 10,556 others

gojosatoru First date with this beauty went amazing

What the fuck!?

You can’t believe this is happening to you right now. You cover your mouth trying not to smile so much. You exited the app when your phone started buzzing. You looked at the screen as you began to drive your car again.

You pressed the green button once you heard her voice on the phone. “Bitch! You're famous now.”

“Miwa, the gojo satoru? Seriously!?” You raise your voice a little.

She giggled. “I knew you would like him. When is the second date?”

You thought about a second date already but you didn’t want to push too soon. “Let’s not move too fast now.” You tell her.

“I’m just saying. You can use him to get over Mahito.”

Here she goes again

You stayed quiet for a minute while she was trying to give you some advice. You parked your car in front of your apartment and sat there telling her how your date went on the phone.

You snapped out of your thoughts not realizing a tear prickle onto your cheeks. You wipe your tears away putting the picture back into the drawer. You sat there thinking Gojo was not coming back to you. A part of him was gone forever.

You just wanted to find that piece of him again but you realized it is already too late for that. Another tear falls down your cheeks when you grab the bottle of Zinfandel and throw it against the bookshelf.

You sat there feeling your heart break into a million pieces. You don’t recognize yourself anymore. You don’t recognize your husband either. Your husband who you've been in love with for so many years is gone.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You felt warm arms around you as you sobbed. “Honey.” You tried to block his voice out.

“Honey.” He said again. You find it difficult to look at him.

Gojo squatted down and looked at you. “Baby, look at me.” He grabs your chin making you look at him.

Tears dwell in your eyes as you stare at him. “G–Gojo.” Your voice breaks.

He cupped your face with his hands. “What’s wrong? I’m here.”

You sniffs. “N–No you are not.” He frowned looking at you. “You were gone a long time ago.” You sniffled getting up from the chair when Gojo held onto your waist.

“Baby, Baby, I’m right here.” He tells you again. You didn’t look away from him.

Those blue eyes you once loved are gone. Tears swelled up in his eyes while he held onto you. “I am not leaving you.” He sniffles.

You run your hand through his hair and then push him off of you. “You left me!” You raised your voice at him.

Gojo wanted to believe what you were saying wasn't a lie. He knew he would never leave you. He knew you were here to stay with him. In his head that is exactly what he thought all these years.

Opening his office door, you stopped for a second telling him. “I hope all the partying was worth it and not paying me any mind. I want a divorce.” You walked out the door.

Gojo sat on the floor crying his eyes out.

[wanderingsoul6261]

I'm Here Now

Credit for gif goes to mauraeyk

James Beaufort x Reader

synopsis: follows the plot of a few requests, mostly pregnancy, angst, etc. In this one, Reader finds out she is pregnant. She tells James and he gets cold feet. Events in this fix are probably unlikely, but Y/N had been understanding, considering who his parents were. And then they meet several years later.

warnings: none, I don't think? If I'm wrong, please let me know and I can change it. My brain isn't working right now.

expect two more within the next 24 to 48 hours.

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The plastic stick stared hauntingly at her. This was it. The next nine months of her life and everything that came after, already laid for her. Ultimately, she had a different route, but she couldn’t do it. She would never do it. 

Her parents stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Silence filled the air and Y/N felt like she could suffocate in it. She picked at her fingernails, her eyes on the floor, looking everywhere but at her parents. It was already known how disappointed they were in her. How they had expected and hoped that she would get through the first few of her life after Maxton Hall before anything like this happened. She knew that they hoped that she would get through college and make a life for herself. 

But here it was, all thrown back in their faces. And it wasn’t just her parents. Y/N expected something completely different, and this was definitely not it. 

“Does he know?” Her mother finally spoke, breaking the silence. Y/N casted her eyes briefly in her parents direction. Her father leaned against the door frame, a hand on the bottom half of his face, and her mother stood a few steps closer, her eyes focusing solely on the pregnancy test. 

Y/N was silent for several seconds. 

“No.” She averted her eyes back to the ground in front of her. “He doesn’t” 

“Do you plan on telling him?” Her eyes snapped her father this time, who now stared back directly at her. 

“Yea. I just don’t know how. It’s not exactly an easy subject to talk about. Especially at your ages.” 

“It’s definitely the right thing to do.” He agreed. Her father let out a heavy sigh. “But… you might not like the response and actions that he might have.” Her mother nodded.

“This will be just as hard for him as it is for you at this moment.” 

“And you’re sure you want to keep the child?” She had been asked this question twice already minutes before. Y/N turned her gaze back to the ground, swallowing thickly as thoughts ran through her mind. 

“Because if not, we can pull some strings, and-” 

“Stop.” Y/N cut her father off, and he went silent. He had almost surprisingly looked dejected, and it was likely genuine. Y/N should have known. Her parents weren’t like other parents of rich kids. They meant well and actually cared for her well being. She knew that no matter what she decided to do, they would have her back no matter what. “I’m sorry.” She apologized. “But yea, I’d like to keep the child.” 

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“What?” James was pale, and if Y/N hadn’t known any better, she would have thought him to be sick. She swallowed thickly, picking at her fingernails, a nervous habit of hers. He had seen and slapped her hands, telling her to stop it. Then he took a step back. 

She stared at him. James had obviously not liked the news, shock and fear written all over his face. Y/N had been scared that this was going to happen. In fact, she had almost expected it. But she had been surprised when he still showed enough care to stop her from picking at her fingers until they bled. 

Maybe there was a potential for hope. 

“I’m pregnant.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. 

“Mine?” She nodded. 

“Yours.” James mumbled under his breath. Y/N watched as he paced back and forth in front of the pool. Y/N watched him, growing slightly more stressed with each stride he took. Her eyes followed his feet, repeating her mannerisms from the other night. She refused to look in his face. She had let so many people down by allowing this to happen, and in the end, she still wasn’t sure what she would lose or keep. “Can you stop pacing please?” Y/N asked quietly. “You’re stressing me out.” 

“Stressing you out-” James paused, finally stopping to stare at Y/N. She had shrunk into herself and despite his attempt at stopping her from picking at her fingers, she still continued to do so. His breath got caught in his throat. What was he to do? His parents, especially his father, would not allow this. He would see it as a scandal and do everything in his power to separate Y/N from him and keep it that way. 

James had to do something first. 

He stopped his pacing, and sat on the opposite end of the bench that she sat on. James hunched forward, running his hand down his face as he ran through different possibilities in his mind. 

“You don’t want this right now, do you?” Y/N asked. His head whipped up and towards her. She was staring at him, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. James opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say, willing himself to say anything, but nothing came. He closed his mouth, but kept eye contact with her. Y/N searched his eyes for anything, anything that might tell her what exactly it was that he wanted. 

“I don’t know.” He finally said. 

Even if it wasn’t a definitive answer, those three words still punched a hole in Y/N’s stomach. She swallowed thickly, turning her head away from him and looked towards the pool. Her eyes flickered over the waving surface, suddenly interested in the way that the sun showed on the ripples created by the slight breeze, watching as the sun rays bounced off the bottom floor. 

“I mean. You have to understand, Y/N.” James went silent again for a few seconds. “This is a tough thing at our ages. And your parents might be more accommodating, but mine-” 

“Are you basing your decision off of what you want, or what they would want?” Y/N turned back to him. He didn’t even have to answer it. She knew the answer before he answered it himself. 

“Y/N, you know how my parents-” 

“And that’s enough to potentially think about walking away from me and your unborn child?” She asked. James went silent and averted his gaze. His eyes peered down at his shoes, taking note of the scuff and dirt marks that he had never really noticed until now. They were dirt and scuff marks that his father wouldn’t stand for. 

His father. 

He turned back to Y/N, who now had tears streaming down her face. A sigh escaped her lips and James was almost expecting more to come from her mouth. He had already felt bad enough that he was leaning more towards the thoughts of his father, but the more he thought about it, he was almost protecting her. If his father ever found out, he didn’t know what would happen. 

“I won’t be mad.” She finally spoke, and James was beyond surprised. He had indeed expected more from her. Not this. He didn’t expect her to be as understanding in this moment that she currently was being. A child was supposed to have their father in their lives. And this one wouldn’t. 

James was silent for several moments. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“No. I’m sorry.” Looking in her face, James knew she was being genuine. “I should have done more.” 

“No stop.” He said. “We both had a part to play in this.” 

And with that, both went silent. They remained on opposite ends of the bench, until enough time had passed and James had decided it was time to leave. He itched to hold her one last time, knowing that once he walked out of the front door, things were going to change. However, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. 

But she did. 

As he walked by her, she grabbed his hand, staring up at him. He stared down at her, but couldn’t offer her a smile, not that she had one to give back.

“Can I find you in a few years?” He asked. ‘When I don’t have to answer to my father?,’ he almost wanted to say, but he stayed silent. 

“Maybe.” Her heart broke some more. 

And then he was gone. 

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After finding out that she was pregnant, Y/N had opted to continue her classwork remotely, only making visits to Maxton Hall in the first few months of her pregnancy. After she started showing, she had stopped, not wanting to raise questions or a potential scandal amongst the students there. 

When the children were born, Y/N knew that things would be okay. 

Twins. She had twins, and the only thing that she could think of were the Beauforts. A boy and a girl. The baby girl definitely had the looks of James more than the baby boy did. Y/N figured that she might be the troublemaker of the two in the coming years. The baby boy was quiet and good, the opposite of his sister, which was ironic, considering it was the other way around for both Lydia and James. 

Raising the twins though had actually been easier than she expected, especially with the help of her parents. Certain moments had been a bit tougher, like when Y/N had to take them in for vaccinations and doctor appointments. Listening to them cry their little hearts out because of being poked had broken her own heart. Many moments, she had wished that James was around to witness his kids grow up into the young children they were growing up to be. 

Even as they grew up, even if James wasn’t there, she still acted as if he was. Y/N told the kids stories about their father and what he was like. After all this time, she still loved him.She loved him enough that she wished that he had been around to witness their first steps, to experience their first words, etc. In general, Y/N had just wished that he was there. 

Especially now, walking through the park. The twins were a little over the age of four. They stomped around Y/N, giggling and laughing. They brought a smile to her face, making her happy when she thought that things were turning for the worst. She now knew that things weren’t going to turn out as bad as she had expected the day she found out she was pregnant. 

She came back to earth after hearing one of her kids let out a surprised shout. Y/N looked around, seeing her son on the ground, seemingly unhurt and okay. D/N had hurried over in an attempt to help him up, but the man S/N had ran into had helped him up first. 

“Sorry kiddo. Didn’t see you.” The man looked up and around, seeing Y/N. 

Her world stopped at that very moment, for the man that stood before her, she never expected to see again. 

“James.” 

“Y/N” The two a few feet apart and S/N and D/N were now next to their mother. James had already put two and two together, his eyes now focused on his kids. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing was spoken. His eyes moved to look at Y/N, who only smiled softly at him. It almost seemed sad. 

“What are you doing here?” He finally asked. 

“On a walk with the kids. Wanted to give mom and dad some peace and quiet.” Y/N explained. “What about you?” she asked. 

“I was just at a business meeting. I decided to cut through the park to get to my car.” His eyes were focused back on the kids, who stared up at him with large eyes. They hid partially behind Y/N. He could definitely see himself in both of them. 

“What are their names?” 

“D/N and S/N” Their names rolled off James tongue easily. Y/N followed his gaze to the kids, before shooing them away. “How about you two go play on the slide? I’m right here, I’ll be watching you.” The two ran off towards the slide without any hesitation, their giggles could be heard as they raced. 

“How are they?” he asked, watching their movement. Y/N watched James, taking in his appearance. He really hadn’t changed much. James still looked like himself. 

“They are good kids. Healthy. Take after us, that’s for sure.” She laughed a little, took a step closer to James as they now both watched the kids. 

“Do they know about me?” 

“Yea.” Y/N spoke softly. “I tell them stories about you. From school, what you’re like, just a bunch of things about you.” She said, “They’ve been coming up with their own questions lately.” James turned his attention to her. His eyes trailed over her form, taking her in, before looking back at the kids. 

“Like what?” He hesitated in looking back at her, before finally turning his head back towards her, but their eyes didn’t meet. She watched her children, a sad look in her eyes. Like she wanted to give them so much more than they already had in that moment. “Y/N.” She turned to him. 

“Hmm?”

“Would you be mad or upset with me now, if I asked if I could be in their lives?” he asked. Her smile looked a little less sad. 

“Never. You have every right to be in their lives. I can tell you right now that they want you in their lives. I can guarantee it.” Y/N turned to face him. “We can do whatever works. We can set up visitation times. Or you can take them whenever you want. We can work something out.” James nodded along, listening to her and the suggestions. He was silent for several seconds, and he knew that she was waiting for something from him. 

“Could we, maybe. Perhaps…could we try things over again?” Her smile seemed even brighter. 

“I think so.” She said softly. “I understood why you didn’t want anything at first. Yea, it took some time to adjust and get used to. I missed you terribly, but I want to work on things, especially between us. And that’s not only for us, but for them.” The two turned their attention back to the kids, who were running around, their high pitched giggles filling the air as they laughed. 

By the end of the night, after being invited for dinner with Y/N, her kids, and her parents, James had started to wedge himself back into their lives. His son and daughter were latched to him, never really letting him out of their sight. They told him everything that they could, as James stared at them, love apparent in his eyes and he listened to what they had to say. 

This was it. This is what he wanted. After everything that he already had, this was it. 

And as he looked up and his eyes found Y/N’s, already staring at him with the kids, and he had seen the smile she had adorned her face, he knew already that he was willing to give up anything to keep this. 

And she would let him. 

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💘 mando, pretty pls?

(omg so hard to decide on a heart, i wish i could send all of them!)

🫡 this is loosely set on that night when lando had everyone round to max's parents' lounge for a slumber party DJ set but i forgot it was martin not oli and whatever factual inaccuracy is actually ethical in rpf in this essay i will-

"Max." Lando says it casually, confidently, like he's not just tilted Max's world on it's axis.

He can't help spluttering. "You'd what, Bob?"

Lando's entirely unapologetic. "If I had to snog someone here, it'd be you, wouldn't it?"

That does sort of make sense, when Lando's slurping his can of White Claw and using the sensible, adult voice he did when he offered Max the Quadrant contract.

Except that. "We can't make out, mate."

Lando shrugs and Max is dimly aware there are other people here, that someone (Tom) is hollering at them to stop being fucking losers and get on with the game of truth or dare but that can wait, for now.

"Why not? Conor's got a girlfriend, I'm not snogging Tom and Oli's my brother. So, it just makes sense, doesn't it?"

Someone, Max suspects himself, whimpers quite pathetically.

"S'only a theoretic-whatever, innit. Just saying."

"Ok Bob." He sounds very weak. Feels very weak. Like he needs a cup of tea. Or perhaps he's become one, too dilute and half-cold and much too milky.

"What if it wasn't?" He's not sure that makes any sense, blurted out between sips of wine.

Lando catches up quickly, though. Always has. Looks at Max way too shrewdly for someone who's been drinking, like he's somehow got the focus to bore through Max's soul still.

"Go on, then."

He's never been very good at holding his breath. It makes him panic a bit, like he's drowning. 10 seconds is a long time to wait to exhale, staring at Lando to check he heard him right, through the blood thundering in Max's ears.

"Right, ok."

"Not here," Lando unfolds from the floor, offers Max a hand up. "Don't wanna do it in front of Oli, it's weird."

"Yeah, wouldn't want it to be weird," Max can't help the sarcasm. What the fuck's happening?

"Why would it be, mate?" Lando's got him backed up against the corridor wall and Max is forced to remember, for the millionth time, that he's the shorter one, now.

"Dunno." Max tilts his chin up, defiant now. If Lando's going to fucking snog him then like, just get on with it, yeah? They've nearly got here so many times, waking up tangled together in the Woking house and maybe if they had-

No. Max is done thinking about the past like superstitions, as though he could've saluted a few more magpies and made things different.

"Well don't be weird." Like it's that simple. It might be?

Lando leans in and Max has to scrabble a bit, to get a hold on him. Has to push his fingers into the muscle on Lando's shoulders, haul himself up a bit.

Annoyingly, Lando's good at kissing. Teases, with his tongue, before he nips at Max's lower lip to let him in. He's not as over-eager as Max thought he'd be, the times he's let himself think about them kissing. Has a sense of control, restraint that he knows the bloke must have a lot of but sometimes seems completely absent.

He's tender, too, holding Max around his waist like he's precious. Like this is romantic. Not like snogging one of your mates when you're both a bit tipsy. It's like an... old couple or something, still in love. Maybe that's what they are, still together after all this time and distance.

When Lando pulls back, squeezes Max around his middle, leans back in for another little kiss, Max has to stop himself saying anything stupid. No need to make it weird, is there?

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Sometimes The Cure Is...

bunch of fluff scenarios for someone who writing something, haha...

I write this as payback, haha. I like how Law want to give some crochet. For note, i did crochet once before i stop because i don't have patience to do it.

The reason why i make this as some scenarios because one of it gonna be use for my oc x canon story. And it's time to go to bed, i ruined my sleeping schedule several days ago and yep...

Dancing!

"Law, come on!" you pulling him to the dance floor. You noticed Law was staring at you while you were dancing with your crew. So, instead just letting him stare and longing, a cliche word even if he doesn't want to admit it, you decided to pull him to the middle of the dance floor.

"YN, no," Law ears are red. You can see it even though it was hiding behind his hair and hat. His gray eyes glance at the Strawhat crew that is watching. They're basically in a bar. They can't just dance like this. But unlike his thought of wary, you simply didn't care about it and keep pulling him to the middle of the bar.

Law relent, and he decide to follow your request. You smiled widely at him. You pulled his hand, guide him. Even though you really want to do some random move according to the music, Law might got more awkward. So you decide this.

Law is no stranger to a dance. Doflamingo taught him several times and made him dance with Baby 5 when he was little. But those not what he wanted to remember right now.

Right, new memories.

Without you knowing, he already placed his hand on your waist and moved around. Both of you begin to dance. You feel like you were embraced by the wind or something, from how grace it was. Your eyes linger quietly at his gaze that seem in distance.

His grey eyes that it shines hide behind the shadow of his hat, his small spiky bangs poke through his hat. You hold his hand tightly, trying to not lean into his chest and makes this as a slow dance because, damn, you really love him. So much.

Drawing!

Both of you lean your back to each other. Both of you busy with sketchbook. Of course, after knowing your captain aka boyfriend can draw, how could you resist asking him to do some art date?

Even so, knowing him, Law would rather do this in the sub or his room than outside. So, you comply. How did you know again? Well, you were collecting his files because he told you so. When you tidy it up, you see some doodles and even detailed drawings of organs. And since then, you blackmail ask him to show his sketchbook or some of his drawings.

"YN, are you done?" he asked. You shake your own head. Because you are trying to keep yourself not smiling and simping over your drawing. You capture his face correctly. Well, not exactly. You draw him smiling. Which was rare. He rarely smiles. And if his crew got their hands on this drawing, they would tease him for sure.

"Done!" Both of you showed the drawings. You stunned at his drawing. It's semi realism.. Dang, you never saw him draw any people onn his sketchbook so seeing him draw you makes you a bit speechless...

Law on the other hand, had his cheeks red. He thought you would draw him in sexy pose or some handsome outfit like what you always did. But no, you draw him with a smile on his lips. Both of them draw each other smiling, so it was equal right?

"this isn't fair," Law immediately take the drawing you had away. You squeak and trying to reach it. "Come on, Law! Which part isn't fair?"

A smirk tugging his lips. He lean just in time when you jump. A kiss landed on your lips.

"I am taking these," Law said as he get outside. You, on the other hand, grumbling and murmur about his weird attitude.

On the other side of the door, Law had his hand on hisi lips, covering half of his face. If he didn't get outside immediately, you're gonna tease his reaction. Is this how people see his smile? Is that why they really wanted to make him smile? Or is this because your drawing skills are just good?

Whatever it is, he can't help but realize, that even himself, find his smile warm. Even though he smile more with you, he never feel his smile warm. But he glad everyone saw the opposite.

Okay guys, i am sleep first. I gonna update later.

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Seventy One

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

As always, thank you for the love for this version of them. They have such a special place in my heart.

We are now officially in Season 7 in this universe!

As always, please let me know what you think <3

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“I don’t have to go.” 

Emily turns to face her husband, and she raises her eyebrow at him as she crosses her arms over her chest. She glances at Lily in her highchair, smiling at the sight of her little girl covered in oatmeal, and then she looks back at her husband and rests her hip against the kitchen counter.

“You have a case, honey, you have to go,” she assures him, her smile getting wider as he steps towards her and wraps his arms around her, “I’ve dealt with my mother by myself for decades. I can handle an afternoon.” 

“It’s not just a normal afternoon,” He sighs, guilt making his chest tight as he pulls her closer, his palms spanning the width of her back, “She’s meeting Lily for the first time, Em.” 

She presses her lips together and nods, leaning forward to press her cheek against his chest. She’s grateful when he holds her even tighter and she wraps her arms around his back, sinking into his embrace - the one place she’d always felt safe no matter what. 

After Lily’s birthday, she'd decided she was ready for her mother to meet her. It was a decision she hadn’t come to easily but it felt right. Elizabeth had been sober for 11 months. She’d been going to her meetings, she’d been making amends - as well as she could make amends. And when she recently asked if she could meet Lily soon, Emily realised the thought of it didn’t make her feel nauseous like it had for months. 

Things were still awkward at times. Elizabeth pushed boundaries like she always did, albeit with a little less tenacity these days, and Emily did the same. Their relationship would never be perfect, Emily knew that. She’d never have the relationship with her mother that she was striving to have with Lily and Jack, and anyone else who might come along. She had come to terms with that a long time ago. Long before she’d even considered being with Aaron let alone building a family with him. 

“I know,” she replies, pulling back to look at him, “But you have a case. It can’t be helped and I know that,” she runs her fingers through his hair, smiling softly, “Although, I will say going to Oklahoma to avoid my mother is a real Emily move.” 

Aaron pulls her closer, stamping a kiss against her lips, “Clearly you’ve rubbed off on me.”

She hums and sinks her teeth into her lower lip, pressing her body against his, lowering her voice, “If you didn’t have to leave right now I’d rub off on you a little more.” 

He laughs, the bright beautiful laugh she loves and he shakes his head at her as his gaze flicks over to Lily, “Em…”

“What?” She says, winking at him before she kisses him once more and pulls back, putting some space between them, “She’s 13 months old. She doesn’t know what s-e-x is yet,” she says, smiling as she purposely spells it out, the look on her face letting him know that she was making fun of him. 

“If I have my way she never will,” he grumbles, walking over and dropping a kiss on Lily’s head, grinning as she babbles at him, “Love you Lily-Pad, you look after Mommy okay?” 

“Mama!” Lily exclaims, slamming her hands down into her breakfast, sending oatmeal everywhere. Aaron only just gets out of the way in time before it splatters on his suit and Emily grimaces at the sight of the sticky little girl. 

“That’s going to be fun to clean up,” she says, her nose scrunched up as she turns to look at her husband, “You’d better get going.” 

“Sure you don’t want any help?” He offers genuinely and she loves him for it. It was times like this that she was grateful to be his second wife, grateful that he had learned from the mistakes he’d made when he was married to Haley. 

“You’re sweet,” she says, stamping a kiss to his cheek, “But you need to go. I’ll clean up Little Miss Oatmeal over there,” she says as she nods towards their daughter, “Call me when you land?” 

“Always,” he replies, kissing her one last time before he pulls away and reaches for his go-bag, “Love you. Let me know how it goes with your mother.” 

“I will. Love you too,” she says as she watches him leave the kitchen, “Stay safe.”

“I always do.” 

She scoffs at his reply and turns to look at Lily, shaking her head as she walks over, “Daddy is silly,” she says, picking Lily up and resting her on her hip.

“Dada!”

“That’s right baby. Dada,” she says, heading towards the stairs, grimacing internally when Lily’s oatmeal covered fists wrap themselves around the material of Emily’s pyjama shirt, “Great day for Mommy to leave the wipes upstairs, huh?” She says, more to herself than the little girl on her hip, “Let’s go get you all cleaned up for Grandma.” 

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Emily is just settling a freshly clean Lily onto her hip when she hears the doorbell ring. For the first time since she’d agreed to do this, she feels a flash of doubt lick up her neck, forcing her to blow out a slow breath as she subconsciously tightens her hold on her little girl. 

Elizabeth had always been so critical of everything Emily had ever done. There had never been any praise that wasn’t followed up by how she could have done better, every compliment sharp in its indifference. This part of her life, her marriage to Aaron, her experience as a mother so far, had been protected from that. It had been separate. Entirely hers. And for a moment it feels almost impossible to let go of that. 

She shakes it off and reminds herself that her mother knew she had boundaries, that if they were breached there was no coming back from it again. This was Elizabeth’s last chance, her only chance to get to know her granddaughter, and Emily hoped that she wouldn’t risk that for anything. 

“Okay baby,” Emily says, bouncing Lily on her hip just to see her smile, her daughter’s toothy grin something that never failed to make the world seem perfect every time she saw it, “Let’s go meet grandma,” she stamps a kiss against Lily’s forehead and then walks out of the nursery, “Shall we come up with a safe word in case we need to get out of this?” She asks, smiling as Lily babbles to herself, “Maybe Mama? Or ‘io?”

“‘io!” Lily exclaims, clapping her hands like she did whenever she tried to say Sergio’s name, her love for the cat neverending.” 

“Good call,” she says, kissing Lily’s head again as they make it to the front door, shaking her head at herself as she realises she’s trying to bargain with a 13-month-old, “Mommy really needs to get out more,” she blows out a slow breath and closes her eyes, giving herself a second, one more moment, where her life was untouched by the world she’d left behind. She opens the door and smiles when her eyes meet Elizabeth’s, “Mom. Hi.” 

She watches as a cycle of emotions passes over her mother’s face in a matter of seconds. Happiness. Pride. Joy. Sorrow. All tied up in a bow and covered with a smile Emily knows is fake before anyone who wasn’t trained to read behaviour would spot anything that came before it. 

“Hi,” Elizabeth says, her hands clasped in front of her as she stares at Lily, “Wow. She really does look like you. The pictures you’ve shown me really don’t do it justice” 

Emily’s smile turns genuine as she steps back into the house and lets her mother past her, “Everyone says that.”

“Well,” she says, clearing her throat, “Everyone is right.” They fall into an awkward silence, everything they had never said to each other hanging in the air between them. Elizabeth clears her throat, holding her hands out in front of her, “Can I…”

Emily hears what she hasn’t said and nods, “Yeah, of course,” she adjusts her hold on Lily, but before she can even attempt to hand her over, the little girl cries out, her hands tight in Emily’s shirt as she buries her face in her neck, desperate to get as close to her mother as possible. 

“Mama.” 

“Sorry, she’s teething and she’s nervous around…” Emily trails off, catching herself before she can carry on, before she says something that will hurt Elizabeth’s feelings. 

“Strangers,” Elizabeth finishes for her, her smile tight, “It’s my fault she doesn’t know me.” 

She sighs and rubs her hand up and down Lily’s back, not sure if she’s attempting to comfort the little girl or herself. 

“Why don’t we have a coffee?” Emily suggests, “She’ll warm up after a little while.” 

“Sounds good,” she replies and she follows Emily towards the kitchen, looking around the hallway as she goes, “It’s a nice house.”

“Thank you,” Emily says as they step into the kitchen, expertly starting the process of making coffee one-handed, “We love it.” 

“It’s especially nice for two people on government salaries.” 

Emily’s grip on the handle of the coffee pot tightens, and she’s grateful she has her back to her mother, that she can’t see the tightness in her jaw, “Mother…”

“I’m just saying,” Elizabeth says, “It’s very nice.” 

She sighs and turns to face her, “Mom, I know what you’re not asking and yes I used some of my trust fund to buy this place,” she says, raising her hand as Elizabeth tries to speak, her eyebrow raised as she cuts over her before she can, “And no I did not sign a prenup. I bought this place for my family to live in. And you don’t get to have an opinion on that. You actually don’t get to have an opinion on anything to do with my life.” 

There’s another moment of tense silence between them, matching dark eyes boring into each other as Lily babbles quietly to herself, the only other sound the drip of the coffee into the pot. Eventually, Elizabeth clears her throat and presses her lips together, as if she’s physically holding a response back before she nods out the window, drawing Emily’s attention towards the large playhouse in the yard that she had bought for Lily’s birthday. 

“The playhouse is smaller than I thought it would be.”

Emily covers a laugh with a cough and shakes her head, her mother’s ability to switch gears in a conversation second to none. She turns to the coffee machine and grabs the pot, ready to pour it into two mugs, “Well Lily loves it. Jack too.” 

“Jack?” 

Emily suppresses a sigh at the confusion in Elizabeth’s voice, “My stepson,” she says, “We share custody with Haley.” 

“Of course,” Elizabeth says, a rare embarrassed edge to her smile, “You’ve…built quite a life for yourself, Emily.” 

She smiles, the first full genuine one since her mother had arrived, and she nods, “Yeah,” she says, holding Lily impossibly closer, “I really have.”

___

She rushes out of the bathroom when she hears her phone ringing, her alarm just set on her watch as she grabs her phone and answers it, smiling at the sight of Aaron’s smiling face on her screen. She’d recently changed his contact photo to a close-up of his work badge to tease him. She loved his goofy, slightly out of character, smile on it - something that was only made more entertaining by how much he hated it. 

“Hi honey,” she says as she answers, sitting down on his side of the bed, her back against the headboard, “How are you?” 

“Tired,” he replies, his voice gruff as it comes down the phone, his exhaustion clear, “How did it go with your mother?”

She blows out a breath and closes her eyes, “Fine. Mostly. She made a comment about the house which I nipped in the bud,” she shakes her head, “She also suggested we get Lily on a list for a preschool as soon as we can and told me she has connections.” 

He chokes on a laugh, “What did you say to that?” 

She hums and checks her watch, “I told her we were planning on sending her to the local school,” she replies, unable to stop smiling at the memory of the look on her mother’s face, “That kept her quiet until she left,” she sighs, “But it was good. She was…good with Lily. Better than I thought she would be.” 

She couldn’t figure out how she felt about it. She didn’t want to get carried away, her relationship with her mother was still delicate, prone to falling apart at the slightest thing, but she couldn’t deny it was nice to have someone else in her daughter’s life who loved her. It hurt a little to watch Elizabeth sit on the floor with Lily, gladly taking all the toys the little girl passed her and chatting along with her mostly non-sensical babble. She didn’t know if Elizabeth had ever done the same with her when she was small but she doubted it. She couldn’t picture it and it made her furious that her mother had learnt her lesson too late for her. 

She just hoped she’d learnt it in time for her little girl, even if she couldn’t have done it for her own. 

“Em-”

“How’s the case?” She cuts him off, not wanting to get into it with him over the phone. She wanted to wait until he was here, until she could press her face into his chest, his embrace the safest place she’d ever known - the place where she knew he’d guard all her secrets.

“It’s a rough one. The unsub is blinding them with acid.” He sighs, sounding weary. He knew her well enough to understand what she was doing, but he let it pass, “Is it wrong if I say I wish you were here?”

She giggles and sighs contentedly, “No, part of me wishes I was there too,” she sinks her teeth into her lower lip, “The bed is too cold without you.” 

He laughs this time and it eases something in her chest, pride warming her from the inside out because she’d cheered him up, even for a moment, “Good to know I have my uses.” 

“You have plenty of uses,” she replies, but is cut off from saying anything else by the ring of the alarm on her watch. 

“What’s that?” 

She switches the alarm off, “Oh, I put one of those melt-in-middle desserts I love in the oven. It’s ready.” 

She knows if he were here, if he was sitting next to her, he’d see through the lie. She’s grateful that he doesn’t seem to now, his initial response a groan.

“Please tell me you’ll at least have some of the berries in the fridge with it?” 

She giggles as she stands up, “For you, honey, anything. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

She blows out a slow breath and pushes her phone into her pocket, giving herself a moment before she walks back into the bathroom. She walks over to the counter and picks up the pregnancy test she’d placed there just a few minutes ago, allowing the nervous anticipation to roll over in her stomach before she looks down. 

Negative.

The disappointment is sharp, forcing her to swallow thickly as she pushes back emotions that feel nothing short of ridiculous. She’d only had her IUD removed a few weeks ago, and she knew it was unlikely she’d be pregnant already, but treacherous hope had made her take the test against her better judgment. She’d got pregnant easily enough every other time easily enough, so it hadn’t seemed entirely beyond a possibility that she would this time too. 

She wanted it so badly it hurt, and she knew Aaron did too - which is why she hadn’t told him she was taking the test. She wanted to surprise him, to present him with a positive test and tell him they were having a baby. It was something that had been taken away from her when they found out they were having Lily, the reveal that she existed something that a doctor had blurted out to them, and then again when Emily miscarried. The pregnancy already gone by the time she knew it was there. 

She jumps a little when Lily cries from the next room, the sharp sound of it pulling her out of her haze. She looks at the test once more, as if the result would have miraculously changed.

She shakes her head at herself before she dumps it in the trashcan and turns to leave the room without looking back. “Mommy’s coming, sweet girl.” 

-x-

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[novasintheroom]

i imagine at some point, prince vash just couldn’t stop staring at his wife. completely mesmerized even! she feels the longing stare and decides to tease him a bit without looking at him, “careful now, dear prince. i might actually think that you’re falling for me.” at that moment, vash’s heart flutters a lot 💗✨

You're beautiful.

That's what Vash decides today.

He watches you. Stares as you shuffle through books in the library, trying to find the right laws, the right verbiage to answer the paperwork before you. He tries to help when he can, but you're independent for a princess, often giving him playful glares when he reaches for a book too high for you.

Vash had long ago given up on his own work. It was too boring, and besides, he had a pretty girl to stare at instead.

Pretty. Pah. Such a boring word to describe you.

You're beautiful. Gorgeous. Enchanting.

Your mind is brilliant. Your wit is sharp. And, you get along with his people so well. The outings you both take regularly now have people eagerly waiting to see their princess, rather than just Vash. He doesn't mind, though. The way you compliment the women of the towns you visit, or entertain the children at the orphanage is too kind, too sweet. Vash has caught himself staring more than once at your pleasant nature.

He watches your figure now, the way your dress hugs your curves until your waist where it flows out to a modest length. Your hair is pulled back by a net today, sitting in a bundle at the base of your neck. You roll that neck and Vash stares. That little mole on your skin looks particularly delicious today.

Suddenly, you pause, having just opened a book and stare at the page. A quirk of your lips comes before Vash knows what's going on. "You're staring again."

He feels the blush creep up his shoulders and neck. Clearing his throat, he tries for an excuse. "I was just waiting for you to find...the, uh..."

You look over, brows quirking up as you wait for him to finish his sentence. "The 'uh'...what?"

Despite his embarrassment, Vash laughs and looks down. "Sorry. Won't happen again."

You both know it's a lie.

You turn back to the book, flipping the page and smiling. "Careful, prince, or I might think you're falling for me."

It's such a one-off, teasing response - one that he should be used to by now. But it sets his heart going, and Vash knows he's red as the coat he wears.

Maybe...I am. He admits to himself. Would that be so bad? He decides not. So he places his cheek in his palm and leans into it, staring at you all over again.

[paisleypens]

spencer from smosh

idea

reader is wearing his smosh merch or something and he just can’t control himself like he’s so happy (a lil turned on) smiling ear to ear at his partner

OH YUP, it's giving not because he owns me but cause he really knows me, tysm lovieee

wear this more often | spencer agnew x reader

WARNING: it ends a lil suggestive (kissing, innuendos) not my normal so be aware!!

~~~

It was a lazy Sunday morning, the kind where the world outside seemed to slow down just for you and Spencer. He was in the living room, putting together a new Lego set, while you decided to surprise him with a little something you had recently ordered online.

You slipped into the Smosh hoodie you had bought, a perfect replica of one Spencer often wore during their shoots. It was a couple sizes too big, wrapping you in a cozy embrace, and the familiar Smosh logo felt warm against your skin. You checked yourself in the mirror, a playful smile spreading across your face. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

With a deep breath, you walked into the living room, doing your best to keep a casual demeanor. Spencer glanced up from the set, his eyes widening as they locked onto you. He blinked a few times, his mouth slightly agape as if his brain needed a moment to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.

“Hey, babe,” you said casually, twirling a little to give him a full view. “What do you think?”

His reaction was immediate and altogether amusing. Spencer’s face lit up with a smile so wide it practically split his face in half. “Oh my god,” he breathed, his voice a mix of awe and excitement. He stood up, Legos forgotten, and moved towards you as if drawn by some invisible force.

“You look… incredible,” he said, his hands reaching out to rest on your hips. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid you might vanish if he wasn’t careful. You could see a hint of something more in his eyes, a glimmer of heat that made your heart race.

“I just thought I’d surprise you,” you said, feeling a surge of confidence from his reaction. “Figured I’d borrow a bit of your style.”

Spencer chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly, an adorable sight given his usual self-assured demeanor. “Well, consider me thoroughly surprised. And, uh, maybe a little more than that,” he added with a playful wink.

You felt a giddy warmth spread through you, emboldened by the effect you had on him. “Yeah? You like seeing me in your merch?” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Like is an understatement,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I love it. You look so good, it’s driving me crazy.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you leaned in to kiss him, a slow and tender meeting of lips that said everything words couldn’t. Spencer reacted eagerly, his hands moving up to cradle your face, deepening the kiss.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, but the smiles on your faces were enough. “I might have to wear this more often,” you said, running a finger down the Smosh logo on the hoodie.

Spencer grinned, his eyes sparkling with tenderness. “Please do. But fair warning, I might not be able to keep my hands off you.”

You laughed, your heart filling with joy. “I think I can handle that.”

In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms and the cozy comfort of the Smosh hoodie, you both knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be—together, happy, and more in love than ever.

[tafeekafee]

💎🍚 I’m tryin’ to hold on

Title from Domino (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: Wonwoo and Seungcheol notice that Woozi isn't feeling well during a filming. While he manages to push through the aftermath gets worse.

CW: emeto

Sickie: Woozi

Caretaker: Seungcheol + Hoshi + Joshua

Keeping track of twelve other people was about as hard as people imagined. Seungcheol could definitely attest to that. Ten minutes into a shooting break and absolute chaos had broken out.

It didn’t help that half of the group acted like children and the other half treated them like children. Maybe it was his own fault, really. He should have read the parenting books his brother had gifted him as a joke years ago. Well, more than the one or two he had actually read. Jeonghan had made fun of him for weeks after he had accidentally found out. At least Seungcheol had had the decency to not mention it when he found one of the books in Jeonghan’s backpack a few weeks later.

As he observed the field they were at, his gaze was immediately drawn to DK, Hoshi and Seungkwan who somehow decided that acting out a three man sword fight with wooden sticks was the greatest way to spend the break. Jeonghan, Jun and Dino were edging them on. Great. At least Jeonghan and Jun knew they would be in deep shit if something went wrong. 

Mingyu, Vernon, Minghao and Joshua were also watching from a distance but acted like they were more focused on the buffet beside them. Alright, three and three and four that made ten. He himself was eleven. So he was still missing two members. 

His question of the others whereabouts was half-answered when somebody tapped his shoulder and he came face to face with Wonwoo. The other rapper was frowning a bit, his nose scrunched up in worry.

“Everything okay, Wonwoo-yah?”, Seungcheol asked, already on high alert.

“I'm fine, hyung. I think something might be up with Jihoon-ah though”, Wonwoo answered.

Seungcheol looked around to spot their smallest member but he couldn’t find him. This was suspicious. 

“He’s over there, sleeping, I think”, Wonwoo said and pointed in the direction of Seungkwan failing to block one of DK’s hits, which caused yelling about death and injury from the rest. Jesus Christ. Kindergarteners. 

But as Seungcheol squinted a bit he saw where Wonwoo was actually pointing. Behind the group of members, there was a small silhouette sitting on the ground, leaning back against a tree. Woozi had his cap pulled into his face and seemed like he wasn’t at all bothered by the noise happening less than five meters away from him.

“He hasn’t eaten yet. And he didn’t try to strangle Hoshi when he came up with … that”, Wonwoo gestured at the renewed “fighting”, this time with Jeonghan instead of Seungkwan. “If he was just tired he would have told them to shut up.”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but agree. Their personal prickly hedgehog would never pass over an opportunity to yell at Hoshi (it was all in good spirit most of the time, actually Seungcheol wasn’t sure if they were even able to communicate under eighty decibel if off camera).

“I’ll go see what’s up”, the leader said, slowly making his way towards their producer but trying to stay as far as possible away from the group so he would not get dragged into any shenanigans. Or was asked to referee or something equally stupid.

He had managed to avoid the chaos, luckily, and sat down next to Woozi, leaning against the tree as well. The younger at first didn’t acknowledge his presence and when Seungcheol looked him over he saw his eyes were closed.

To his surprise, however, he was greeted by a short: “What do you want?” 

Apparently the younger was awake and did not appreciate his company mustering him. Jihoon sounded annoyed and … down? Seungcheol wasn’t sure that was the right word to describe it but now he was really curious.

“Wonwoo said you haven’t eaten”, Seungcheol stated simply. It would be no use trying to get anything out of the younger - either he would tell the leader what was up or he would not. Mostly it was the latter.

“So?”, Woozi asked, clearly annoyed at having his precious loneliness disturbed by such stupid questions, “what’s it to you?”

“I’m worried”, Seungcheol shrugged, fingers pulling at the grass at his side. “You haven’t eaten and you haven’t yelled at Hoshi for that.” At the perfect timing the member led out a loud scream, jubilant apparently.

“You want me to yell at Soonyoung?”, Woozi asked perplexed, for the first time lifting his cap from his face. Seungcheol hoped it was just the shade and his natural paleness that made the producer look that white.

“Well, no. I just thought you would”, Seungcheol replied, suppressing a laugh. 

“Yah! Hoshi, cut it out”, Jihoon called, wincing at what seemed to be the volume of his own voice. Maybe he had a headache? The producer tended to get bad headaches so Seungcheol wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.

Hoshi stuck his tongue out at his dongsaeng, making a finger-heart and then proceeded to ignore him.

“Better?”, Jihoon asked, raising a judgmental eyebrow at Seungcheol. The leader could help but laugh a bit.

“Much”, he agreed, “but are you sure you’re okay? Again, you haven’t eaten and you look like you have a headache.”

Woozi sighed. “I may have a little headache, but it’s okay. I’m just not very hungry.”

“Why don’t you eat a little, hm? We have tons of rice, you like that”, Seungcheol coaxed him, “I’ll even pester Jeonghan or Wonwoo for painkillers if you want me to.”

The producer sighed again. “Okay, I’ll eat but only to stop you from annoying me. Just don’t tell the others, I’ll be fine.”

Seungcheol grinned. Mission “make-Woozi-eat” on the way to success. He jumped to his feet and reached out his hands to pull the younger up. Reluctantly Woozi reached up and dusted himself off before following Seungcheol to the buffet.

💎

Filming was finally done. Hallelujah. Seungcheol was admittedly very done with the day and he did look forward to relaxing at home. Well, that would have to wait. He really wanted to find out what was wrong with their tiny producer.

It had been clear to all of them that Woozi had been struggling throughout the later parts of the shoot, turning into a mix of tired and uncomfortably short-tempered towards everyone. Wonwoo had done a good job of keeping him in his sight at all times since Seungcheol and Woozi had been split into different teams. The leader had seen the quiet rapper try to talk to their dongsaeng but be brushed off.

Sadly, Seungcheol didn’t need to wait until they got home to find out what was wrong. He, Jeonghan, Jun and Mingyu were still looking over some footage from the filming with a manager when Dino and Vernon came running. The others had already been shooed to the cars and instructed to wait there for them.

“Coups-hyung, Coups-hyung!”, Dino called and came into a skidding halt in front of the group. They all turned to the two maknaes, who both looked equal parts worried and confused. Vernon was left panting and leaned into Jeonghan who was already fussing over them.

“What’s wrong, Dino-yah? Hansol-ah?”, Seungcheol asked, patiently waiting for them to catch their breath but also very anxious about what had sent them running.

“It’s Woozi-hyung”, Dino explained, a look of disgust on his face, “he just threw up.”

Shit.  

Seungcheol had of course known something was wrong but something that bad he had not expected. But, well, that explained Jihoon’s earlier behavior though it left Seungcheol even more worried. If the producer was sick surely it would soon spread through the group soon enough. He already dreaded that.

“Wonwoo-hyung told us to get you”, Vernon added, “Shua and Hoshi-hyung are with him.”

Seungcheol would forever be grateful to Wonwoo, who knew that Seungcheol would be worried and knew that Woozi would probably want him rather than anybody else. 

“You finish up here, Dino-yah can help you”, Seungcheol said pointedly, especially to Jeonghan who he knew was probably as ready to check on Woozi as Seungcheol himself was. But there was no point in crowding their dongsaeng, he would hate all the attention. “Hansol-ah, can you take me to them?”

Vernon nodded and with a quick apologetic bow to the manager and the production team, Seungcheol fell into a quick step beside his dongsaeng. “What exactly happened?”, he asked, chewing on his lip.

“I don’t know. We were standing around, waiting, playing games. I mean, Woozi-hyung didn’t participate much but he never really does and he seemed exhausted all day. One second we’re having fun, the next he turned around and just got sick all over the ground.”

The leader winced in sympathy. He didn’t doubt that if he wasn’t embarrassed now, Woozi would absolutely be when he recovered. 

“It was chaos really, but Shua was with him immediately and Hoshi-hyung, after a moment of shock, too. Wonwoo-hyung managed to keep calm and took the others aside and asked us to get you. I don’t think Woozi-hyung would appreciate an audience”, Hansol continued.

“No, he would not”, Seungcheol sighed. In that moment they turned a corner to the cars and there Woozi was, sitting on the ground, leaning back against a car with Hoshi and Joshua on each side of him.

“Thank you for getting me. Go back to the others, Hansol-ah”, Seungcheol ordered lightly, glad that the younger followed his instruction without protests. 

💎

As he came closer to the trio Seungcheol could see just how awful Woozi looked, his head resting against Hoshi’s shoulder, the older having an arm wrapped around him. Joshua was rubbing Woozi’s knee in a comforting gesture. There was a clear, and thankfully empty, plastic bag clutched in the producer's hands.

“Hi, Jihoon-ah”, Seungcheol said as he approached them and knelt down in front of his sick member, “I heard you’re not feeling so good?”

Woozi shook his head slightly, not looking up at Seungcheol at all. Still, the leader could see the tear tracks on his face. He felt terrible for his dongsaeng, knowing how much he valued his privacy and despised showing vulnerability. Getting sick while two-thirds of the group had been watching must have been terribly humiliating for him.

“I’m sorry, hyung”, Jihoon whispered. Seungcheol couldn’t help but wince at how awful his voice sounded. It seemed like vomiting had done a number on the younger’s throat already. “I … I didn’t think it was so bad until it suddenly was.”

“Don’t be sorry, Jihoon-ah”, Hoshi scolded, without any malice in his voice, “you’re sick, it happens.”

“Well, I don’t want to be sick”, Woozi grumbled, resembling a petulant and whiny child especially with his stature being dwarfed by Hoshi and Joshua. While the two were certainly not the tallest of the group, they were still much bigger than the producer they were sandwiching and who had curled up into a small ball of misery.

“I know you don’t”, Joshua placated him, “but you currently are and I’m sure you’ll feel better once home and laying down, hm?”

“I gu …”, Jihoon agreed but suddenly went quiet in the middle of his sentence, face tinting a bit greenish. Seungcheol could see how badly he didn’t want to be sick again though it was obvious it was inevitable. The harsh, forceful swallowing and the short breaths were a clear sign of impending vomiting.

“Shua, why don’t you go sort out everything so we can leave as soon as possible?”, the leader suggested, though it definitely was more of a command. Jihoon easily was overwhelmed with so many people around him when sick and while Joshua had seen him get sick before, Woozi would appreciate it if he left them alone. 

Since they were trainees Seungcheol had always been the one Jihoon had sought out when sick (or at least when he couldn’t hide it anymore) and over the years he reluctantly allowed Hoshi to care for him too. Also that might have to do with the facts that a) Hoshi had a soft spot for the producer and b) Woozi had an even bigger soft spot for the dancer. And c) - while he never would admit it - since he was the youngest of the three leaders, Woozi was their baby and he trusted them more than anyone.

Luckily, Joshua seemed to know that and he quickly got up to leave, squeezing Seungcheol’s shoulder before vanishing. The leader scooted a bit closer to Woozi, who - now that it was only the three of them were left - had brought the bag to his mouth.

“It’s okay, Jihoon-ah”, Seungcheol soothed and Hoshi added: “Don’t worry, it’s just us.”

Apparently that was enough or maybe Woozi couldn’t hold it back anymore. He gagged dryly a few times and then with a disgusting sounding retch, sick spilled into the bag. Seungcheol had originally planned on just staying with them and not crowding Woozi, especially since Hoshi was already holding back his long, blond hair and rubbing his back, but he saw how much Woozi’s hands were trembling. Fearful that he would not be able to keep ahold of the bag and the consequences of that, Seungcheol reached over and helped hold open the bag - though he definitely would have loved doing anything but. The bites of rice from earlier were barely digested and looked the epitome of disgusting as they came back up.

Woozi’s retches and gagging were the only sound ringing through the silence, occasionally interrupted by Hoshi murmuring soft reassurances how Woozi was going to be okay and that he was doing great. Every wave of nausea seemed to force its way out of the producer, his back heaving with the effort. Seungcheol imagined that the poor younger man’s stomach muscles would probably be pretty sore tomorrow at the latest. The force of the illness seemed to overwhelm the small body; despite having bulked up a lot after working out for so long there was still a fragility to him. Tears were streaming down Woozi’s cheeks and Seungcheol hurt for him.

Suddenly everything was over and Woozi collapsed to the side, his head falling against Hoshi’s shoulder in a way that looked painful but didn’t seem to disturb the producer. It was then that Seungcheol was glad he was holding onto the bag because the rest of Woozi’s strength seemed to leave his body and his grip loosened. 

Seungcheol moved the bag to the side and tied it off to be disposed of at a later point in time. 

“Do we have water?”, Woozi rasped, letting Hoshi wipe his tears with the older man’s sleeve, “I’m thirsty.”

While it definitely was a good sign that Woozi showed signs of wanting to drink and staying hydrated, it probably wasn’t the best idea, considering he had just thrown up twice in the span of less than twenty minutes. 

“I’ll text somebody …”, Seungcheol started but was distracted as Hoshi looked over at some point above his shoulder. When he turned around he saw Wonwoo walking towards them, a bottle of water, some wet wipes and a couple of trash bags in his hands. Impeccable timing. Wonwoo should definitely get the award of “dongsaeng of the month” and if there wasn’t one, Seungcheol would create it specifically for him.

While the rapper looked a bit awkward, a bit stressed, he just handed the items to the leader without hesitation. “I got you some supplies and the director insisted that I tell you he hopes that Woozi-ah feels better soon”, he said, scrunching up his nose again to keep his glasses from slipping, “uhm, manager-nim asks if you are ready to go back. We’ve shuffled the seating order a bit, so you three can go in one car alone. If you’re not ready, a manager will stay here with you until you are. The rest of us will go back soon nevertheless.”

Hoshi sighed and looked down at the sleepy producer in his arms, hand coming up to play with his hair. “What do you think, Hoon-ah? Ready to go back?”

“I doubt I will feel better soon”, Jihoon answered, meaning it doesn’t matter when I go I will feel awful no matter what and I’d prefer to be home soon. At least that’s what Seungcheol guessed from experience.

“Give us a few minutes until you all come back to the cars, Wonwoo-yah”, Seungcheol decided, “we’ll get him to drink something and into the car. Once we’re home I’ll come with them to their dorm.” He gestured at Hoshi and Woozi. “If Jeonghan and Seungkwan want to shower, tell them to go to one of the other dorms. Wait, you know what, tell them to go to a different dorm anyhow.”

“Alright”, Wonwoo said and hurried off, taking the bag of sick with him. Seungcheol appreciated it a lot, yet was also thankful that Jihoon didn't seem to notice. He could only imagine how much the younger would have hated to see somebody deal with that because of him.

“Alright”, Hoshi echoed, “try to take a few sips, slowly, so you don’t make yourself sick again.” Seungcheol opened one of the bottles and, still not trusting Woozi’s shaking hands, he tipped the bottle against his lips. Woozi took in a mouthful of water before signaling the leader to stop. For a moment both hip hop and dance leader were worried he was about to be sick again but the vocalist just swished the water in his mouth before leaning over to the side to spit it out.

“My mouth tastes awful”, Woozi complained. Fair enough, Seungcheol mused, knowing the younger hated that. Maybe they could find a breath mint for him somewhere. With thirteen members it was a guarantee that somebody would likely have the item you were looking for. But still, Woozi was thirsty so Seungcheol helped him take a few sips, slowly as Hoshi had advised.

When Seungcheol pulled the bottle away Woozi pouted a bit, clearly not happy. 

“You can have more later when you were able to keep that down, okay?”, Suengcheol soothed.

“Fine.”

“Let’s clean you up a bit and then we’ll go sit in the car and we’ll be back home in no time”, Hoshi suggested and took a wet wipe from the box. For a moment Seungcheol was sure that Jihoon would protest the treatment but it was something about Soonyoung’s soft gaze that seemed to let the protests die on his tongue.

Hoshi gently wiped Woozi’s mouth - the rest of his face was clean enough and would have to wait for makeup remover - and his hands. Now that the immediate action had died down, Seungcheol dared to ask: “How is the headache?”

“Not so good”, Woozi mumbled, “I really want to sleep.”

“Soon”, Seungcheol promised, “let’s get you up and into the car. Are you ready to stand up?”

A nod. Hoshi quickly jumped to his feet, nearly losing his balance in his hurry, and went to open the car doors on the other side of where Woozi was still leaning back against the van. Seungcheol also got to his feet and reached down to help the producer to his feet for the second time that day. For a moment Woozi swayed and Seungcheol was prepared to lower him back to the ground but then he found his footing. 

“Do you want the front seat or would you like to sit in the back with us?”, the leader asked as they walked around the front of the car, one of his arms wrapped around the smaller’s shoulders. While Woozi didn’t tend to get motion sick easily - unless he was already feeling unwell, which he was - he still might prefer the passenger seat to watch the outside.

“I don’t want to be alone”, Jihoon whispered, not looking up from the ground. Seungcheol rubbed his upper arm in comfort. 

“You don’t have to be. Let’s sit you down, okay?”, Seungcheol answered and helped the younger step inside the van, where Woozi scooted through so he sat against the window on the opposite side to the door. Before Seungcheol could even question it, Hoshi had jumped into the seat beside him and started to fuss over the younger. Plastic bags were stuffed into a cup holder and a hand reached out to take Woozi’s.

Just as Seungcheol was about to enter himself the rest of the group approached to get into the other cars. They all were wearing looks of concern and since they all knew what had happened, the leader moved a bit away from their van to ask: “Does anybody have a breath mint? Peppermint? Something like that.”

Most of the group shook their heads but Seungkwan started to rifle through his bag until with a triumphant shout he held out one of these small metal cases containing mints. It probably had been some merch gift from an Europe tour and Seungcheol profoundly thanked him. The members quickly got into their respective cars and Seungcheol turned to do the same.

“Cheollie, wait”, Joshua called and he turned back around to find him, Wonwoo and Vernon shuffling from foot to foot in anticipation. “How is he?”

“Not good, still really nauseous. I don’t know what’s wrong but if it’s a stomach bug, we should probably quarantine their apartment so it hopefully doesn’t spread. I will stay with Jihoon-ah and Soonyoung-ah, Jeonghan and Seungkwan will have to deal with staying somewhere else.”

“I was with him too”, Joshua said softly, “I probably should join you.”

As loath as Seungcheol was to admit it, the other was right. He sighed. “I will ask Jihoon-ah if he is okay with you coming with us. Don’t take it personally, you know how he is.”

Joshua nodded and ushered the other two inside the car. The other van had already left. 

Seungcheol poked his head into their car, smiling softly at Jihoon who was sitting with his eyes closed, looking mostly asleep.

“He’s awake”, Hoshi said, seeing the hesitation. At that Woozi opened his eyes.

“Hey, I got mints for you”, Seungcheol said, waving the box before giving it to Hoshi to pass it along, “would it be okay if Shua came with us? In case you have the flu we’d like to quarantine everybody who was in close contact with you.”

“I guess”, Jihoon agreed, not looking happy but also not like he hated the idea, “I don’t want anybody else to get sick.”

“Thank you, Hoon-ah”, Seungcheol said and waved Joshua over. Quickly both of them climbed into the back with Seungcheol directly behind the sick member and Joshua behind Hoshi. The driver had already entered the car while Seungcheol was out and so they soon left.

💎

The drive obviously was very hard for the sick man. Within minutes a bag was laying open on Woozi’s lap for quick access. While Woozi had his eyes closed, leaning against the window with Joshua’s hoodie as a cushion, and Hoshi held his hand again there was an uneasiness about him. It was clear that no matter what he did, which position he tried to rest in, he couldn’t get comfortable. 

Jihoon held out a surprising thirty minutes, about half of their rather long drive, before his eyes shot open and he ripped his hand out of Hoshi’s soft grip to grab the bag. As soon as he had the bag in front of his mouth he was sick again. Having anticipated this, though not as sudden as it had come, Seungcheol leaned forward to gather his hair into his hands to hopefully spare it the mess. Soonyoung was rubbing Woozi’s thigh in comfort, again whispering comfort. Joshua, who had been listening to music before, turned to look outside the window, giving the younger some semblance of privacy.

As suddenly as it had started, the vomiting stopped and Jihoon gasped for breath. 

“Can I take this?”, Hoshi asked tenderly, indicating the full bag. Jihoon nodded and let the older take it from him. Seungcheol let go of his hair but continued playing with it knowing Woozi secretly liked the sensation of somebody rubbing his head. 

The younger sighed and slumped into his seat. Hoshi tied off the bag, put it into a second bag just to be safe, and then handed him one of the breath mints.

The energy in the van was low, exhausted, and it reflected as no further conversation took place. 

💎

It seemed like finally Woozi was able to sleep, however, and Seungcheol already dreaded waking him the moment they pulled into their dorm's garage. And indeed, as gentle as they were, they didn’t receive much more than eyes sleepily blinking open before falling shut again. 

They all knew how much Jihoon hated to be carried, shy of his body stature and the way he looked in comparison to other members even after all those years, but there was no way they would get him up to the dorm any other way. Luckily the others seemed to be in their dorms already and they needn’t fear meeting anybody on the way up.

So while Hoshi disposed of the bag of disgustingness and Joshua gathered most of their stuff, Seungcheol tried to lift Woozi into his arms despite having to stand ducked in the van. Finally, he managed to get a tight grip on the producer’s back and under his knees and with Joshua gently guiding him out backwards, Seungcheol stood cradling his dongsaeng to his chest.

“Let’s get him to bed”, Hoshi sighed, clearly very worried for his friend. The other two walked in front of Seungcheol, opening doors and pressing the elevator’s buttons. Woozi was deeply asleep against his chest, head resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder and he was even drooling a bit.

Once in the apartment, Hoshi pulled back the covers of Woozi’s bed so that Seungcheol could put him down. “Should we wake him to take some meds?”, Soonyoung asked quietly as they both watched the younger sleep for a moment.

“No”, Seungcheol decided, “let him sleep. We can change him out of his clothes and wipe his makeup off. If he happens to wake up during that we’ll see if he is up to taking anything but right now, I think, he should just rest. It’s just a matter of time until he is sick again, probably.”

Sadly, Seungcheol knew his last statement was likely very true. With all the hours spent at work, the long sleepless nights at the studio and Woozi’s less than amazing immune system, he was always down hard when he did finally admit to being sick. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right”, Hoshi agreed, “I’ll get the make-up wipes from the bathroom and see if Shua-hyung needs help finding stuff. Get him out of these clothes?”

Seungcheol nodded and considering their size difference it was relatively easy to get Woozi out of his shirt and jeans, well, as easy as undressing a limp ragdoll who was still rather big and muscular. But just as Joshua and Soonyoung entered again, carrying supplies in their hands, Seungcheol was done. The producer felt warm to the touch, probably the beginning stages of a fever, so it was probably best to not overwhelm him with heat. So Seungcheol had only pulled a fresh T-shirt over his head, leaving him in that and his boxers.

Joshua spread an old towel on the ground beside Jihoon’s head and placed a bucket on it for further emergencies. Hoshi had rounded the bed and now perched on the bed to carefully wipe off the make-up.

As the cool cloth touched his skin, Woozi opened his eyes sleepily. He barely seemed awake and let Soonyoung do as he pleased or just didn’t seem to notice. The younger was definitely not awake enough to swallow any medication - but Seungcheol wasn't too worried about that.

“Hey Hoon-ah”, Seungcheol said and took his small hand in his bigger ones, “you can go back to sleep if you want.”

They luckily had gotten forehead thermometers during the pandemic so there was no need for him to be awake to take his temperature. Joshua had stepped around Seungcheol and the bucket to hold the device to Woozi’s forehead, who really didn’t seem awake enough to notice.

With a frown, Joshua showed Seungcheol the reading of 38.6°C, a moderate fever and higher than expected. Even if the reading might be a bit inaccurate, there was no way the younger wasn’t feverish. The glossy look in his eyes was enough evidence of that. 

Woozi nodded slowly to Seungcheol's earlier statement and let his eyes fall shut. 

“I’ll get a cool cloth”, Joshua whispered and left. When he returned, Hoshi and Seungcheol had pulled the blanket over the shivering producer and Hoshi gratefully took the cloth from Joshua’s hand to fold it over Woozi’s forehead.

There was nothing else to be done but wait how the illness further unfolded.

“Go rest in the living room or whatever”, Seungcheol said with a sigh, sitting back down on Jihoon’s bed. “I’ll stay with him tonight, no need for all of us to stay awake.”

“That’s a good idea”, Joshua agreed and pulled a rather reluctant Hoshi with him out of the door.

💎

As expected, the sickness wasn’t over then. During the night Seungcheol was up with Jihoon multiple times, consoling his overwhelmed, feverish dongsaeng. Woozi had never been good at being sick. He barely let Seungcheol leave his side to wash out the bucket when needed, clearly not wanting to be alone. At least he managed to drink some water, even if it later came back up, and managed to keep down the fever reducers for about long enough that they might start to work.

Morning found Seungcheol exhausted but Jihoon with a less high fever. Joshua forced Seungcheol to sleep during the day, only waking him for a late lunch, so that his sleep rhythm wasn’t completely wrecked. Jihoon had only gotten sick once during the morning but he still didn’t really feel up to eating.

They had managed to relocate him to the couch, the bucket still within easy reach and the rest of the afternoon was spent watching movies and trying to keep their unwell producer awake so he could sleep through the night and hopefully feel better the next morning. Hoshi had even managed to find a hot water bottle to soothe the sore stomach muscles. 

At least they had not had schedules for that day.

Since the company rules were as such that nobody was allowed to work within twenty four hours after vomiting or a fever, Jihoon would have to stay home the next day as well but Seungcheol was fairly positive that he, Hoshi and Joshua could work around the schedule so that one of them would always be home with him just in case. None of them were feeling bad and so maybe, maybe it was just a single case of illness or maybe something Woozi had eaten.

💎

That thought held until Seungcheol woke up at four in the morning that day to sprint to the bathroom. Oh well…

Notes: This is my very first Seventeen fic, so please let me know if you liked it and if I characterized them right!

Masterlist links: Tafee - Full Masterlist Tafee's Masterlist - Seventeen

[kajaono]

Still thinking about Sherlock & Co and Joels comment on Johnlock, or to be more precise: fans reaction

After Joel made his explanation (which again: is valid) everyone quickly jumped to his defense, saying: "Well my headcanon is that John and Sherlock are actually cats". Which is like... I know it is supposed to be a joke and maybe i am over sensetive here, but please don't do that when queer people get upset at the lack of queer representation in the sherlock holmes universe. I know some people might see that differently, which again: valid, but it gave me a really bad feeling.

Like, I am not blaimg Joel or Sherlock & co at all. They decided how they want to tell their story, and thats valid. But him saying: "Every interpretation of the characters is valid." is the bare minimum. Yes, I am also happy for such a statement, after everything Mofftiss said and done. But still... its the bare minimum. And everyone quickly saying: "Okay, can we move on now?"

No, we can't... at least I can't. Because we will have this discussion again when the next adaptation drops (with a showrunner who might not be as nice and welcoming as Joel) and we will have this discussion again and again and again. And it is just so exhausting and frustrating

but i reached a point where i do not want to wait until a new adaptation drops and the next showrunner says: "What? Queer representation among the main cast? Well, we won't do it/haven't considered it/its up for interpretation"

As long as they keep on making Sherlock Holmes adaptations, straight up ignoring their queer audience, I will be annyoing and not move on.

And this is also why I am happy that Joel saw my comment about straight people still being the default today, replied to it and it still gets a lot of likes from otehr fans a few days later. Still think it is insane that - when you look at the replies - i was the only one who choose a critical tone...

Btw, this goes also for Sherlock and John being potrayed by people of color. We reached a point where John often get potrayed by a person of color: Irregulars, CBS Watson, Enola Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes himself? Still white.

Its so so frustrating. At this point the most recent Jane Austen adaptations are more diverse then Sherlock Holmes right now. Its insane!

Again: this is not about Johnlock but a much more bigger problem. Look at the witcher fe. We had to fight so so so hard for queer Jaskier. Like.... a straight audience can just lean back and wait, as a queer audience it feels like every coming out, every queer representation is still a major fight. And thats so frustrating.

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Unwinding

The Tower: Unwinding - one shot

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2029

Warnings:  smut (MF, hand job, thigh riding)

Synopsis:   After a long and tiring day, Bucky and El unwind in a warm bath.

Author’s Note: Requested by Anon on Tumblr.  You can send in your requests too.

Unwinding

Happens between Family and Happily Ever After

It had been a long day.  There had been an attack in Boston by a bunch of people dressed in what seemed to be beekeeper outfits.  It had taken the whole day to deal with, and we were already exhausted by the time we returned home.  The only problem was, it wasn’t just us anymore.  We had children.  Children who missed and worried about their parents when they were gone.  Especially when they were gone on a mission or into battle.  So when we got home, they were particularly needy.  We had dinner with them, watched Frozen, gave them a bath, and read stories, and by the time they were all asleep, I was well and truly exhausted.

“Okay,” I said as everyone just collapsed onto the couch.  “I think I might take a bath.  My back is killing me from being in my armor all day.”

Bucky looked up from where he was half lying on the couch.  “You want some company?”

Like me, Bucky was a big fan of taking baths.  Particularly when there was someone with him.  “Sure,” I said, holding out my hand to him.  “Come on.”

He scrambled to his feet and came and slipped his hand into mine, his cool metal fingers linking with my warm flesh ones.  “Have a nice time,” Steve said.  “We’ll see you in bed.”

We made our way upstairs to the main bathroom and while I ran the water and went about selecting a bath bomb, Bucky dimmed the lights and began lighting candles.

“I can’t decide between the rose petal one, the deep sleep one, or the muscle soak,” I said.

Bucky was bent over some candles in red jars, trying to light them, and he looked up, his hair falling over his eyes.  “No sex bomb?” he asked.

“Mm…  not tonight.  I’m not saying there will be no sex, but sex is not the aim of this particular bath,” I said. 

He shrugged and held out his hand.  “That’s fair.  Let me smell them.”

I handed each of the bath bombs over to him.  “This one has peppermint, and that always does that freaky cold thing, which I hate,” he said after sniffing the first one.  I took it from him and put it back.  “There’s lavender in this one, which I know can set off headaches in you.  Not sure if it’s enough.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t want to risk it,” I agreed, taking that one from him too.  “I guess the rose one it is.”

He dropped the bomb into the tub and it immediately started fizzing and coloring the water around it pink.  I watched it for a moment and then began to strip off my clothes.  I had come out of the day fairly clean thanks to being inside my suit of armor, but Bucky was dirty.  The difference in color between the parts of his skin that had been exposed to the elements and the parts that had been covered was dramatic.  It looked like someone had painted his extremities.

Not wanting the water to get dirty immediately, I took his hand, led him to the sink, and began to carefully wash him down with a warm cloth.  Neither of us said anything.  Bucky just closed his eyes and let me move him as needed, a relaxed content look on his face.

When he was clean enough, I led him back over to the bath.  “You wanna be the little spoon?” I offered.

“Mm, no.  I’ll be big.  Thank you though,” he said and stepped into the tub.

He let out a deep groan as he sank into the water.  The rose petals had begun to be released from the bath bomb and when his knees breached the surface, a few clung to the hairs on his legs.

I climbed in after him and eased down between his legs, leaning back against his chest.

We just lay like that for a while.  My head lolled against his chest as he skimmed the back of his fingers up and down my arm.  I traced my fingers over the decorative filigree on his prosthetic arm.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Bucky said.

“Mmm…” I hummed.  He’d had this particular arm for a little over seven years now. The intricate detail Steve had designed and Tony had brought to life was something that we’d all grown used to, but there were moments like this when I was close to him and everything was quiet, and I could just take in every detail and appreciate it for everything it meant.  Not just the art, but what the arm meant to Bucky and our family.  “Steve and Tony did good,” I said, running my fingernail over a small leaf that was etched into the metal.

“It’s funny, it’s there every day and I don’t think about it at all unless something happens like I get hair stuck in the parts or something.  But there are times that I just sit and look at it and it makes me appreciate so many things.  Steve for designing it.  It’s so beautiful and so detailed.  There are parts of it I can’t even see, but they’re just as detailed.  He did that for me, so I had something beautiful that was part of me when I saw myself …” He trailed off and shook his head.  “And then Tony made it for me.  Tony whose parents I killed.  Tony who I couldn’t even look in the eye for so long.  Tony built me this arm that is so beautiful, not as a weapon, but so I could hold my children and not worry that I’m doing it with this weapon Nazis built.  But mostly I look at it and it makes me think about the kids and all these people who love me.  After everything I’ve done, and don’t say it wasn’t me, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, but after everything I’ve done, I have all of this and I look at this arm and I can’t help but be reminded of that and appreciate that.”

I looked up into his stormy blue eyes and ran my palm up and down his chest.  “Bucky…” I said softly.

He didn’t let me finish my thought.  Not that I had completed it. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.  My lips parted and my hand went to his cheek, pulling him down into me more.  He moved willingly, his tongue teasing into my mouth.  I moaned softly, pushing my hand into his hair and tugging on it.

Bucky pulled back and I chased his lips, looking up at him through hooded eyes.  “No, no,” he scolded.  “We’re taking a bath.  You said your back was sore.”

I laughed. “I was just kissing.”

“You were just kissing.  I was getting a semi,” he teased.  “Go on, sit forward.  I’ll rub your back.”

I scooted forward a little and hugged my knees, and he started to rub my back.  He started at my shoulders, carefully working out the tension I’d been holding onto.  It wasn’t the slightly painful, dig-into-the-muscles kind of massage, more of a gentle manipulation that allowed me to relax.  Even the metal fingers of his prosthetic felt gentle rather than hard and unyielding.

He made his way down to my lower back and by the time he was loosening the muscles around my hips, I felt like putty.  I was moaning each time he pressed his fingers into my flesh.

He tugged me back against him, his arm wrapping around my chest so my back was pressed against him again.  “You can’t make sounds like that,” he teased, bringing his lips to mine.  I yielded to him, lips parted, tongue flicking out to meet his, another moan escaping me only to be swallowed by the kiss. 

I turned in the tub so we were chest to chest, my legs falling on either side of one of his, so I was straddling his thigh.

We continued to kiss, slowly and languidly, tongues circling, and lips moving together.  I ran my hand down his chest and his abs.  I let my hand linger, right on his adonis belt for a little while, then slowly slid it down and wrapped my fingers around Bucky’s cock.

He pulled back with a soft gasp. “What are you doing, El?” he asked.

“Let me take care of you,” I whispered, sliding my hand up and down his cock.  “Just relax.”

He groaned and his head lolled back over the edge of the bath.  With his lips out of reach, I turned my attention to his neck, slowly swirling my tongue over his skin and grazing my teeth down it.  My hand continued to move up and down his shaft, the foreskin slipping over the head as I did.

There was no rush to my movements.  I wasn’t teasing him, but I wasn’t rushing to the finish line.  I not only wanted Bucky to enjoy this, but to relax too.  I wanted it to be like making love in the morning, not a quick and dirty fuck.

The soft moans, the way his muscles would tense up and tremble before relaxing again, and the way he was touching me and squeezing my ass, were turning me on.  I didn’t want him to worry about getting me off, but I couldn’t help but grind my hips down onto his thigh.

I began to suck on his throat, my teeth pressing into him.  He moaned louder and pulled me against his thigh, sending a jolt through me as my clit rubbed against his leg.  I gasped, jerking against him and he let out a soft chuckle, lifting his head to look at me.  “That feel good, dahlin’?” he asked.

“Yes,” I hummed, rocking against his thigh.  “I want you to feel good.  I want to do this for you.”

“I do feel good,” he said.  “You’re doing real good, El.  But keep doing that too.  I love that you can get yourself off just like that using my leg.”

He kissed me again, deeply and passionately.   There was an urgency there, that hadn’t been there before, and the movement of my hand matched the need in the kiss.  I began mixing up what I did more too, fondling his balls, rubbing along his perineum, and squeezing around his shaft as I stroked him.  His moans became louder and more frequent and he started to buck into my hand.  That just fed my desire more too and I humped his leg more and more desperately, my insides twisting as heat built in my core.

Closer and closer we got to the pinnacle of our release.  Bucky’s cock throbbed in my hand and precum leaked from the tip, floating in the water, thick and viscous compared to the scented liquid around it.

Bucky’s orgasm hit first, and he arched his back, making the water splash around us.  The muscles in his abs were pulled beautifully tight and as he moaned loudly, he released, coating his stomach.

The sight alone was enough to send me over with him, I moaned and clung to him as my body shuddered with it.  “Fuck,” Bucky groaned, relaxing down into the water and wrapping his arms around me.  “God, El.  That was amazing.” 

“You’re amazing,” I said, as I relaxed and lay curled up against him.

He laughed and shook his head.  “Nuh-uh, you are.”

We lay like that for a little while as the water cooled off around us and our breathing and pulses returned to normal.  Bucky shifted under me, sitting up a little more. “I guess we should probably take a shower to rinse off,” he said.

I grumbled, not wanting to move.  “I suppose,” I said.

He gave my butt a playful swat.  “Go on, get moving.”

I reluctantly pushed myself up and climbed out of the tub.  While the bath hadn’t exactly cleaned us, we were relaxed, sleepy, and most of all content, and neither of us was going to complain about that, even if we needed to waste a little more water to actually get clean.

~ End ~

[e-adlirez]

I went back to sign these before posting and holy crap I did four of these within like 24 hours--

"It's like I'm not even a person, am I?"

"No I cannot let you pass, don't you MESS with ME."

"Just keep your mouth shut and your palm open, and you may just get FILTHY, STINKIN' RICH!"

"You can't quit, Emma. The song is so simple, we'll teach it to you!"

"Who will pray for you when your body's gone? This is the consequence for what you've done!"

Oh yeah I drew four of these in 2022, the prompt for drawing these was wanting to redraw these things haha, I was surprised how long ago they were when I went back to watermark them

Edit: changed the quotes so they sounded more cohesive lmao

[princeofhags]

I did the thing

[phoenixiancrystallist]

OH YEAH I DID ART

Month 6, day 3, did days 1 and 2 of @adorkastock's Draw Everything June challenge!

Not me making up characters on the spot, no, I would never, it's not like character design is my truest love or anything :P Neither of them have names, but Day 1 uses he/him pronouns and Day 2 uses she/her pronouns and made the kitty cat patch for her pocket herself :3