#granted it was a while later but still - you did it again Belle

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

I used to be OBSESSED with the show “Once Upon a Time”.

I absolutely loved it. And I still think about my favourite lines and scenes from the show all the time.

One moment that recently popped into my head, out of the blue, was from a scene in a season 3 episode, where Regina is looking for something in Gold’s Pawn Shop (run by Belle, at the time) to help fight the Wicked Witch.

And Regina had a recent history with Belle that wasn’t great. Up until the nd of season one, she’d been keeping Belle locked in the psychiatric institution, so Mr. Gold (aka Rumpelstiltskin), wouldn’t know she was alive.

So, in this particular scene, when Regina is looking for a weapon, she says “So - what do you have here?” and Belle, still bitter, replies “What do I have here, um - self - respect?!”

You can see this as a funny line in the moment. But looking back on it, you’ll see it’s even funnier. Because in the entire show, Belle breaks up with, but also always goes back to, Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin...who constantly lies to her and manipulates her, every single time they’re together.

So when I look back on this scene, I’m just like, “Oh Belle...are you sure? I mean, are you REALLY sure you have self-respect?”

(I remember a panel Emilie De Ravin (who played Belle) did once where someone asked her, “would you give Gold as many chances as Belle does?” And Emilie immediately went “HELL NO! And no one else should either!” It was hysterical)

[rootbeergoddess]

Our Love is Enough

Summary: You’re Tengen’s fourth wife. You pass out because you haven’t been eating and Tengen finds out. Furious, he confronts and later, confronts your bullies.

~*~

You woke up with a start. How long have you been asleep? God, you were so behind on your chores. You threw the blanket off you and were about to stand up when a wave of dizziness hit you. You sat back down, holding your head. This headache was still driving you nuts. How could you do your wifely duties while your head hurt?

“Ah, I see you’re awake,” 

Damnit, someone needed to put a bell on Shinobu. How long had she been in the room? 

“Yes, I am. How long have I been asleep?”

“Asleep?” Shinobu cocked her head. “Y/N, you passed out. You suddenly collapsed while making dinner for your husband and your wives.”

Oh no.

Your dizzy spells had been worsening, but you managed to hide them. When you passed out, you could always tell. Why had this one been so bad? Oh, and Tengen saw it! Tengen probably went ballistic; he was so protective of his wives. Suma was also so sensitive; she hated seeing people she loved hurt. God, this was such a mess. 

“Y/N, how long were you planning on not eating?” Shinobu asked.

You didn’t say anything for a second. There was no way Shinobu hadn’t realized what was going on. While she wasn’t the strongest Hashria but she was brilliant. There was no one smarter than her. 

“It was only three days,” You managed to answer.

“Oh, that’s fine. You only starved your body of nutrients needed to survive and caused yourself to pass out,” Shinobu’s voice had a bite to it. “Not only did you worry Tengen and your sweet wives, but you didn’t even think of poor little Zenistu.”

Shinobu was good at making your feel guilty. Granted, she was right. Zenistu had found out about you not eating; he heard your stomach rumbling. You explained and begged him not to say anything when he asked why. The secret was probably eating him up inside. Sweet Zenistu had always been so kind to you, partly because he had an obvious crush on you. What a terrible person you were to take advantage of him.

“I—-I—-” Your voice wavered. “I was trying to lose weight so I wouldn’t embarrass Tengen and the others.”

The first tear slid down your face.

“What?” Shinobu asked.

“Look at me!” You shouted. “My body is so unappealing compared to Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru’s. I’m a fat tub of lard who doesn’t deserve four loving spouses! Tengen would be better off without me anyways!” 

Tears begin to fall, and you hide your face, sobbing. All you had wanted was to be a beautiful wife to Tengen and your three wives. Now, you had failed. You had failed completely. They would never accept you back. What were you going to do? Where would you live? The idea of them rejecting you was worse than death in your eyes.

Shinbou grabbed your hair and slapped you across the face.

“That is enough! Y/N, I’ll poison you if you ever speak about yourself like this again!” She said. “How could you doubt Tengen’s love? Do you think he’s so cruel?”

“No, but—”

“While I think four wives is too many, there is no doubt in my mind that Tengen adores you,” Shinobu continued. “I remember when he came to me, asking for advice.”

“He came to you? Why?” 

“He said it had been long since he courted anyone. He was nervous.”

“Nervous,” You deadpanned. “Tengen Uzui, the god of festivals, was nervous?” 

“I know, I can barely believe it myself, but Tengen was enamored with you. And your wives? Oh, they were beside themselves. Didn’t you notice how Suma would always follow you around?”

The memory brought a smile to your face. Before marrying Uzui and your wives, you were a nurse at the Butterfly Mansion. When you met Uzui, you didn’t think much of his flirting. How come could someone like him be interested in a fatty like you? Then, you met Suma, Makio, and Hina. They were each beautiful in their own way, and you weren’t shocked when Tengen revealed he was married to all three of them.

What was shocking was all four of them had taken an interest in you. Suma would show up at the butterfly mansion and just trail after you. Even though she was squeamish around blood and broken bones, she never stopped following after you. Makio had been a bit more awkward, coming off as mean when she interacted with you. Your sweetness had won her over; that she what she told you. Whenever Makio showed up, you always smiled at her no matter what she said.

Hina was much more subtle, but you had caught her blushing a few times. When you asked why, she brushed it off, but eventually, you noticed her staring. You were naive at the time; you hadn’t dated much. Being a bigger woman meant a smaller dating pool. You didn’t pick up on these clues until Tengen came to you with a massive bouquet of flowers. It was filled with some of the most beautiful and unique flowers I had ever seen.

“Oh, those are beautiful, Tengen,” You said with a smile. “Shinobu will love them.”

“These aren’t for Kocho-san,” He said.

“Really? I thought they were a gift to thank you for constantly patching you,” You teased.

“It’s true; she has been a great help in keeping me in tip-top shape,” Tengen said. “But these are you for.”

That made you freeze. Was this a joke? No one had ever given you flowers. Well, your father had, but that didn’t count. You looked at him, searching for a bit of malice in his smile. No, that smile was genuine. Tengen wasn’t a person to lie; he was always honest about his desires.

“For me?” You looked at the flowers. “But wouldn’t this be something you give to some you want to court?”

“Oh, so you’re finally catching on,” Tengen handed you the flowers. “Y/N, my wives have been begging me to ask you a crucial question. It’s not a question I ask just anyone. Y/N, would you allow us the honor of courting you?”

The world had gone still at that moment. You were speechless for an eternity before you squeaked out a small ‘yes.’

“Wait, did you suggest the bouquet he gave me?” You asked Shinobu. 

“I did,” Shinobu giggled. “He didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, so he decided to get that big one, full of different ones. He was nervous even then. I had to push him into the mansion to get him going.”

This news was shocking. Tengen was the most confident man you knew. No one could even come close to Tengen’s bravado. He saw himself as a god and declared he was flashy constantly. But he had been nervous about courting you? That seemed impossible. It drove people crazy, but you personally found it charming. You wished you had at least a fraction of his confidence.  

Your conversation was interrupted when the door flew open. There stood your husband, panting and slightly sweaty. Oh, you were in for it. He was going to be so mad at you. He made his way toward your bed and then grabbed your face.

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

“Um—yes?”

“There are no bruises from the fall? Did you hit your head? What about a fracture?” He turned to Shinobu. “I want you to run as many tests as you can. What if she contracted a deadly disease?” 

“Um–Tengen?”

“When she fell, she fell hard! Was there any bleeding?”

“Tengen?”

“Do we need to contact any other doctors?”

“TENGEN!” You managed to shout. “Tengen, I’m fine. I just passed out.”

“Yes, because you weren’t eating,” Tengen said.

Great, he knew. Zenistu had probably told him. You winced as he gave you what was known as the ‘Husband Stare.’ He was angry.

“It’s no big deal, I just—-”

“No big deal?” Tengen repeated. “No big deal? No big deal!? You PASSED OUT! You could have been injured when you fell!”

“But I wasn’t,” You tried to interrupt.

“And do you know what starving yourself does? That is not flashy! It thins out your hair, and your complexion becomes dull. I will not allow it!”

“I just–I was trying to lose weight. I thought it’d be faster this way,” You admitted. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed by me.”

“Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed by you?” 

“Tengen, you’re so muscular and toned, while our wives have perfect waists. All of you are so perfect, and then there is me. I’m not even close to being on your level.”

“Who says?” Tengen asked. “Wait, were those assholes in town?”

“I—wait, you know?” 

“Of course, I know. The blonde hair wimp told me. He was worried about you and used his hearing to figure out someone in town had been harassing you. Beloved, I don’t care what others think. It’s their fault for not seeing how brilliant and flashy you are. I’m also hurt. Do you think I’d leave you just because you’re not skinny?”

“Tengen,” You sniffled. “I—I’m sorry, I just got scared. You’re the best thing to happen to me, and I love our wives too. I’m just always afraid of losing this wonderful life.”

“Why?” Tengen asked, caressing your face. “Suma, Hina and Makio love you. I love you. Can’t our love be enough? The rest of the world can be stupid and not see your greatness, but you never have to worry about our love.”

“Oh, Tengen!” You hugged him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean you scare you or our wives. I love you all so much!”

“Please, don’t starve yourself to fit in. You don’t have to,” Tengen squeezed you. “Let’s go home.”

“Wait,” You looked over at Shinobu. “Shinobu, I want to thank you. Not just for your help but for talking to me.”

“You’re welcome. Normally, I’d recommend you stay in bed, but I have a feeling Uzui won’t listen to me,” Shinobu sighed. 

“You’d be right,” Uzui said.

Uzui picked you up effortlessly. You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I can walk!” You protested.

“The girls don’t want to be away from her,” Uzui continued. “Thank you for your help Kocho!”

“Tengen, I can walk!” You said again.

“Walking is for those who are unflashy,” He said, carrying you out of the mansion. 

“Y/N, YOU’RE OKAY!”

Suma started bawling upon seeing you. The entire way back home, Uzui refused to put you down. When you entered the house, the wives all came running to greet you. Tengen put you down, and immediately, you were swarmed by the three women.

“I thought you were going to die!” Suma wailed. “You passed out, and it was so scary!”

“Stop smothering her; you’ll get snot all over her!” Makio said. “Y/N, don’t you ever do that to us again! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry, Makio, Suma,” You said. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Your stomach growled loudly, interrupting the sweet moment. 

“I had a feeling you’d be hungry,” Hinatsuru chuckled. “We prepared a special dinner.”

“Would there be any tempura?” You asked, hopefully.

“Of course,” Hinatsuru said.

“Yes! I love your cooking, Hina!” You hugged her.

“Hey, where is my hug?” Suma asked.

Tengen smiled as he watched his happy wives. It was chaos, but god, did he love it. People usually enjoyed silence and stillness but not Tengen. He wanted his house to be loud, filled with laughter and love. As the girls ushered Y/N into the dining room, Tengen slipped away. He was going to join them, but he had something else he needed to attend to. 

Quietly as he could, he took off towards town. He reached the local bar; outside stood Zenistu. 

“Are they in there?” Tengen asked.

“Yes,” Zenistu said through gritted teeth. “Once you’re done with me, I want to a turn! Those slimeballs insult Miss Y/N’s beauty! They’re going to pay.”

Tengen chuckled; Zenistu was many things, but he didn’t take people disrespecting women. It was flashy. Zenistu entered the bar and pointed towards a rowdy group sitting at a table. Tengen nodded as he marched towards them. He stopped before the group, waiting for them to notice him. A sloppily, dull man with greasy hair looked at him, unimpressed. It took them a minute. 

“Can we help you?” One of them asked.

Tengen responded with a hand around the man’s neck. Without breaking a sweat, he threw the offender over an empty table. It shattered, and bar patrons took notice. The man gasped for air but had little time to breathe as Tengen picked him up by the feet.

“Daichi!” Someone yelled. “Hey, put him down!”

Tengen turned to look at the rest of the group. The rest of them froze as he gave them a cold, heartless stare. These were the people who harassed his wife; they had no rights. He dropped Daichi and strode over to the table.

“Which one of you said it?” He asked his voice low.

“S-said what?” One of them gulped.

“Which one of you called my wife a cow?” He asked. “Don’t act like you don’t know. Y/N Uzui, she comes to town frequently, and I was told that you unflashy lot are the ones who demeaned her. So who said it?”

The rest of the table was silent, giving each other glances. Tengen’s patience was wearing thin. He took his blades on and stabbed the table. 

“It was Shouji!” Daichi managed, pointing at a man in a green kimono. “He was the one who started it! He even said she looked like a whale!”

“It’s true! He even oinked at her like a pig!” Another added.

“Seriously?” Shouji said. “Okay, so I called the fatty a cow! So—”

Tengen grabbed Shouji by the neck. Shouji started gagging, but Tengen didn’t let go. Instead, he left the bar with Shouji in hand. He passed by Zenistu and merely nodded. The yellow-haired boy returned the nod and ran into the bar. He could hear the young boy screaming up a storm, defending Y/N. Shouji kept trying to breathe, but Tengen ignored him. 

Using his training, he jumped up into the air and landed on a building. No, it wasn’t high enough. Looking around, he saw a tower. Ah, that was perfect. He ran towards it, never releasing his grip. Tengen jumped up and ran up the building when he got close enough. When he reached the top, he held Shouji over the edge.

“Please, please don’t drop me!” He begged.

“Oh, I’m not going to drop you,” Tengen said with a twisted grin. “But you are going to suffer. I’m also going to make something clear. Don’t you ever interact with my wife again? Don’t look at her, don’t think about her, don’t even mention her name. Got it?”

Shouji nodded. Tengen brought him away from the edge and set him down. He got a kunai and held it against the other man’s throat.

“Get undressed, now,”

Shouji complied. Once he was down to his underwear, Tengen threw rope toward the man.

“Tie your arms up,” He said. “Hurry it up.”

Once again, Shouji obeyed. Once he was tied, Tengen grabbed the rest of the rope. He tied it firmly to the railing and then grabbed Shouji. Shouji started to beg for mercy, but it fell on deaf ears. Tengen tossed Shouji over the edge and watched as the man wailed. He hung there, naked and terrified. Tengen felt satisfied and decided to head back to his wives.

“Wow, you even made ramen? Just for me?” Y/N said.

“Of course! I even added extra pork,” Hinasturu said. 

“Hina, you’re the best!” Y/N said. 

“Hey, what about us? We helped you know,” Makio grumbled, crossing her arms.

Y/N laughed and gave Makio a kiss on the cheek. Makio tried to hide her face, but she was apparently smiling.

“I want a kiss too!” Suma pouted. “I was the one who made the dango!”

“There is dango for dessert? Hooray!” 

Y/N pulled Suma forward and showered her with kisses.

“Hey, no fair!” Makio said.

Tengen managed to sneak back into the kitchen without his wife noticing. He laughed heartily, seeing Makio and Suma fighting over Y/N’s affections. Y/N noticed Tengen, and she got up to run to him.

“You’ll miss out if you don’t come and sit! If you don’t, I’ll eat all of it!” Y/N teased.

“Now this?” Tengen tickled her chin. “This is what I like to see. I like to see my Y/N happy and silly like she normally is. No more starving yourself?”

“Nope!” She said. “Now come on, sit down!” 

Tengen sat down with his wives. He smiled as he looked down at his spouse. Y/N was feeding Suma a dumpling while Hinastru cleaned something off Makio’s face. Makio was blushing, trying to avoid Hina’s look. This was his perfect little family; he’d do anything to protect them.

[jungle-angel]

An Unexpected Visitor (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: Calvin decides to pop into one of your classes and brings an unexpected guest with him.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

"Alright guys, now remember, this experiment needs to be done carefully," Calvin explained. "Do not, I repeat.....DO NOT.....turn the burners on high. This experiment can and will get dangerous."

It always made Calvin a little nervous whenever his students did the color flame test experiments in the lab. Granted it was a fun little experiment, however, there was always that chance that somebody could burn their eyebrows off. He was lucky that everybody had been able to perform their experiments safely and effectively, each one watching with awe as the flames lit up on their test strips.

The lunch bell rang and with perfect timing. The snow was coming down harder than ever outside and Calvin wondered if you and him would be able to get out before the campus closed at two o'clock. Thankfully, the college president allowed you both an early start.

"Somebody's here for a visit," Dr. Powers announced, sticking his head in the door.

Calvin laughed as a huge grin crawled across his face, removing his protective glasses before making his way over to scoop up Ellen. "There's my pretty little princess," he cooed, gently taking her, blankie and all from Anthony. Ellen giggled, her gummy little mouth nomming on her father's jaw.

"Thought your mom was watching her today?" Calvin said, littering Ellen's cheeks with a million little kisses.

"Mother had to go and get Finnegan from the vet," Dr. Powers explained. "I think she forgot she couldn't take the baby with her and Doris is in with your wife."

Calvin smiled and shook his head. He had always felt bad for Dorothy Powers, Anthony's mother, and a member of "the chain", the neighborhood eyes and ears of Miss Patricia Evans, who always stayed up to date on the latest neighborhood gossip. She had always been a bit of an absent minded lady and her son had been the same, earning him the apt nickname of "the absent minded professor."

"Alright princess," Calvin said. "Lets go see Momma."

Calvin made his way down the hall alongside Dr. Powers, with Ellen in his arms and the staff unable to hold back their remarks on how adorable she was. At every turn it seemed that someone was stopping to tickle her little cheeks or to boop her little nose.

Dr. Powers carefully opened the door to your classroom where you were still giving your lecture. Calvin waited patiently at the top of the steps, listening to your lecture intently, his whispers keeping Ellen quiet so they could surprise you.

"Now ladies," you said to your girls. "Remind me again, what are some of the dos and do nots of a full abdominal exam? Ruth?"

"It's always best to listen with the stethoscope before you probe?" Ruth answered a little hesitantly.

""You would be correct," you answered. "Anybody know the reason?"

"Because the probing can increase peristalsis," Alessia Martinez answered.

"Exactly!" you answered. "So next week we will be having a demonstration for this, however, I will need to ask our guinea pig if he'd be up to it."

"Not unless he surprises you first!" Calvin called from the top of the stairs.

You looked up and tried not to laugh as your girls got excited at the sight of your husband carrying your baby in his arms down the steps to the lecture pit.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you chuckled.

"I could ask you the same thing but unfortunately our little princess dropped by unexpectedly," Calvin answered.

You took a wriggling Ellen from Calvin, pulling her loose pink blanket a little tighter around her to keep her warm. "Should we grab lunch or get out of here while the roads are clear?" you asked him.

"Might wanna get out of here while it's clear," Calvin said. "Dad said the roads might get nasty later."

You gathered up your things for the day and so didn't Calvin, the both of you heading out to your shared car to head home and hoping that Six-Thirty would be the first to greet you when you got in the door.

[collabwithmyself]

ourgh it's been so long since i've written something on my own. yeehaw pikmin au time

Hitoshi Hidaka awakens with lungs full of smoke, limbs full of pain, and ears full of alarm bells.

He tries to crack open his eyes and instantly regrets it- slapping a hand over them as flashing red warning lights pierce directly through them and into his brain. His agonized groan trails off into a cough partway through.

Not a great way to wake up, he thinks.

He needs to figure out where he is and what's going on. He's slumped forward over a hard surface, misshapen objects digging into his torso through his clothes.

Dashboard. Right. He was flying. Which means... he probably crashed. That would explain the smoke and alarms.

He attempts a second time to open his eyes, squinting through the haze and light and the film of his own tears. The acrid air stings. He needs his helmet.

He forces himself to his feet, only for his legs to nearly buckle underneath him as his entire body protests the movement. His hands scrabble at the dashboard he was slung over moments ago, seeking support for his knocking knees. He's not strong enough to keep himself upright, and goes crashing to the floor with an unpleasant jolt.

The alarm continues to flash and shriek. The smoke refuses to dissipate. Safe in the knowledge he's at least alone, Hitoshi allows himself one frustrated, childish whine.

He fumbles for the seat to try and pull himself up again. His hand only meets a metal pole and dangling wires. Ejected- without him. Some safety measures.

Still, it's enough support to put him on his hands and knees. He cracks his eyes open a third time, just long enough to figure out where his locker is. At least that's in one piece. He shuffles towards it like a dog, cringing to himself at the sheer lack of dignity.

The suit's tough to put on at the best of times. He's always hated zippers. But in these current conditions, it's nearly impossible to fit into, fabric chafing at his sore limbs and refusing to let him squirm into it properly. He considers just giving up and letting himself choke. It's a damn miracle he manages to get his helmet and pack on.

But it's rewarding. Cool, fresh air fills his helmet, and he takes grateful gulps of it, swearing to himself once more never to take breathing for granted.

He's alive, guaranteed for the next short while. He'd better assess the full extent of the damage, both to himself and his ship, once he can actually get up.

He's not sure how long he lays there, cringing as the alarms continue to beep at him even through his helmet. His ears folding down can only do so much. Eventually it's too much to bear, so he attempts a third time to stand.

He manages to keep his feet under him this time, with fresh air in his lungs and a moment to rest. But his knees and back, poor at even the best of times, twinge with every step. He's forced to stand as he examines the console, and regards the ejected seat with newfound disappointment as he does.

It takes a moment to remember how to turn off the alarm. Blissful silence fills the cockpit after he presses the button, and it's all he can do not to slump in relief.

But it's not silent, it turns out. Even with ringing ears, he can make out the hiss and creak of damaged machinery all around him. He shouldn't stay in here. Once he runs diagnostics, he needs to get out.

He can't help but feel a pang of regret. Ten years he's flown this ship, and he's gone and totaled it over...

...he can't actually remember what he did. Just that he was on a delivery run, and...

He can worry about that later. Trembling hands work the dashboard, clumsy through gloves and pain. He squints as the cracked display lights up.

"Okay, girl," he breathes. "Let's see what I did to you."

The computer renders for a moment as it runs diagnostics.

MAIN ENGINE - MISSING

Hito blinks.

"Wh... missing?"

Missing is very, very different from damaged. How is he meant to repair the engine if he doesn't have anything to repair--?

POSITRON GENERATOR - MISSING

Okay. It's- it's fine. He'll just find the parts, they can't have fallen far--

FUEL DYNAMO - MISSING

#1 IONIUM JET - MISSING

#2 IONIUM JET - MISSING

It's only a few--

ZIRCONIUM MOTOR - MISSING

SHOCK ABSORBER - MISSING

CHRONOS REACTOR - MISSING

Maybe he can call for help--

INTERSTELLAR RADIO - MISSING

ANALOG COMPUTER - MISSING

GEIGER COUNTER - MISSING

Just wait it out until he's found--

ANTI DIOXIN FILTER - MISSING

RADIATION CANOPY - MISSING

GUARD SATELLITE - MISSING

As the list grows and grows, Hito's breathing picks up. His heart pounds in his chest. He's stranded somewhere unfamiliar, with his ship in pieces and only so much battery in his filter pack. It doesn't matter that he survived the crash with minimal injuries- he's going to die here, isn't he?

DANDELION RESIN - MISSING

Something cold reaches into his chest and pulls.

He thinks, the ship kept track of that?

Then he doesn't think anything at all for a while.

[cup1dxzs]

Darling Little Puppet

　　　　　Wally Darling X Reader

Ch 12- Pillar man

Feeling hard pavement wasn’t exactly the most pleasant feeling one could feel, especially with the added weight on top of you and practically crushing you.

“Hi Y/n! It’s been soooo long since I’ve seen you! How have you been?! I’ve been amazing! I love your new outfit, way better then your last one since it was all ripped up!” Julie screamed in your ear as she continued to excitedly hug you, you could only wheeze in defeat and desperately trying to get away as if you were in the clutches of a child who didn’t know the slightest clue of what gentle meant.

“Wally…please…help-“ Reaching out a freed arm in act of desperation to escape from the joyful girl atop of you, seeing him only laugh at your struggle made you immediately give up and accept your doomed fate.

Although that was until you’d feel yourself being pulled up by who you thought was a traitor, thanking the heavens above as you could finally breathe again. Although you also couldn’t shrug off the fact of how easily Wally grabbed you from Julie and her deadly hug, just how strong was he? Could there be a possibility that you were indefinitely underestimating him because of his adorable plush face?

Definitely.

Immediately being brought back to reality as you’d see Julie perk back up as if she wasn’t literally about to crush you, she’d still be wearing a big grin while looking between you and Wally, whom held a protective hold on your arm and occasionally nuzzling into it.

It was very cute.

“Who are we visiting first Wally? Can I choose?! Oh this is gonna be so fun!” Julie was practically jumping for joy as she kept trying to snatch you away from Wally, being met with a slightly annoyed puppet until he’d finally speak up. “No Julie, we’re just gonna walk around the neighborhood and see who’s out, we can stop at Howdy’s shop for now.” Wally stated in a matter of fact tone, slowly making his way to the shop, obviously dragging you along as you’d mindlessly follow.

‘Howdy’s shop? Sounds familiar…’ You pondered and continued your trek to the mysterious yet familiar sounding shop. Granted that it honestly didn’t take long at all, along with the fact that you realized this is where you first came when you got randomly teleported into a children’s television show.

And where you also ran into a very tall and terrifying caterpillar, that part wasn’t as important but you still felt guilty granted that you most likely traumatized the shop owner. Not to mention that giant red bird that you ran into and knocked down all her baked goods, sighing in a solemn way due to the upcoming guilt you’d feel resting upon your shoulders.

‘Not my fault he was the first one I saw, still can’t help but feel bad..’ You’d try to sulk but was immediately snapped out of it when you’d feel two hands resting on your shoulders and gently ushering you inside, all by Julie of course.

Hearing a ding as you entered the store from a bell perched above the door, when did that get there? Shrugging the newfound discovery away you’d break away from Julie’s grasp and make your way around the shop.

“Small building, larger inside?” Quietly muttering to yourself in confusion as you sauntered around the isles grabbing a can and looking at the label which was soup, literally it was just soup in black bold letters.

“Definitely not ominous…” Putting the can down as you soon came to the realization that’s how the rest of the packaged food came, no nutritional labels or even brand. Although it was weird it didn’t really shock you when this pretend world most likely had pretend food, it didn’t seem to be the same case with Wally and his apples though? The world had certain rules that you weren’t too eager or keen on learning but you’d probably have to sooner or later whether you liked it or not.

Making your way back to your friends(?) that you’d left unsupervised which in retrospect wasn’t the best idea since you had no clue what the two were capable of when alone, but hey who cares?

Peeking your head from out of an isle you saw Wally and Julie, along with green bug man whom you had no clue what his actual name was, unless it was actually Howdy which honestly didn’t surprise you because who wouldn’t be in shock after coming to a whole different reality with newfound puppets, if that’s what they even were, as your friends. Definitely not you.

“Y/n! We came here for you and you just wandered off, that’s not very neighborly of you.” Wally scolded once he’d spot your peeking head, ultimately causing you to sulk as walked out and fully revealed yourself in all your glory.

“Well if it ain’t the critter that came into my shop! Nearly lost your own head from how scared you were!” The Caterpillar’s voice broke the quick awkward silence as he walked up and wrapped one of his arms around you in a friendly fashion, causing you to give him a nervous yet warm grin. You hardly knew the guy but he was quickly turning into your favorite, much to Wally’s poorly hidden displeasure and his strange void-like eyes.

“Truely sorry about that, it’s not every day you pop into some kids television- and ohmygodishouldprobablyshutuprightnow…!” You’d cover your mouth like you were some grade school kid who had a terrible habit of sharing secrets but for now you’d decide against telling these adorable little creatures of your past whereabouts as it would seemingly break their poor little minds and that was a whole other Can of worms you honestly weren’t all too keen on opening as much as it piqued your curiosity.

“Y/n are you okay-” “Well that’s enough for now we still have all our friends to meet our new neighbor!” Julie had started first and while you saw the concern in her eyes you were quite literally pulled away from both her and Howdy (If that even was his name) by Wally, whom interrupted her, and his concerning strength which never failed to make you raise an eyebrow at.

“Bye Howdy, nice Meeting ya’!” Obviously saying farewell to your newly appointed acquaintance with the friendly caterpillar, you did it to be polite and also show that you really did enjoy talking to him whether it be that you barely spoke more then a sentence or two to him. He was just a nice fellow to know if you did say so yourself, ‘A dapper young man’ you’d think.

Snickering at your thoughts while you waved a goodbye you couldn’t ignore a painful grip on your wrist, much less the injured one. Glancing over to Julie who was uncharacteristically silent you’d see that she also felt something was off with her small friend and though he was usually level headed it was clear something was bothering him as he took small yet angry stomps as he practically crushed your wrist, along with Julie giving you a look of sympathy before she decided to speak once more.

“Wally pal, I think you’re hurting our friend…”

Yowzers.

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Guys I really am sorry for going on a hiatus like that 😭 but I’m back now because I love this little fandom too much to abandon it just like that, i didn’t proofread so lmk if I messed up on anything! I’ll prob fix things tomorrow but as always I love you!!

-ChillyKitty

[choiwonder]

♯ HWANG HYUNJIN

synopsis: drowning in the despair of your own heartbreak, he comes in to distract you from it all.

warnings: this is kinda a meet cute??? idk, fluff!!! strangers to lovers, tiny bit (VERY TINY) suggestive, mentions of recent heartbreak, i imagined this hyunjin while writing this. happy birthday hyunnie!

you sat alone, reminiscing under the dimmed lights of the breakup between you and your boyfriend mere hours ago. although he was a self entitled asshole, what better way to wallow over your wasted years at a bar, pathetically swishing your now watered-down drink?

you drown in self pity, ignoring the bell that rings, indicating another individual has entered the calming space. his footsteps are light yet his heeled shoes still click against the ground.

eyes are immediately drawn to him, whispers of laughter describing how gorgeous or handsome he is circle around.

noticing you all alone on a stool, you freeze at the hand that squeezes your shoulder, “you got here first,” he says and you’re forced to meet eyes with this stranger, initially ready to tell him off until you actually made eye contact.

he’s a million things at once; whether it be gorgeous, handsome, pretty, ethereal. he was…. stunning. all you could do is blink, observing his tousled black hair and his eyes that curiously sparkled at your silence.

“um, who… are you?”

“aren’t you yeonjin?”

“no…” you shake your head with a small laugh, “my name is y/n.”

it’s his turn to blink, processing what you've just said. his eyebrows furrow a bit, “y/n…?” you nod, assuring his confusion, “oh, i guess i mistook you for someone else. sorry,” he raises a hand in condolence but you shake your head.

“it’s fine.”

he smiles, removing himself from the stool beside you, immediately grabbing for his phone as he makes his way out.

now, though it’s difficult to imagine, for some reason… the moment you met eyes… your moment of self pity that basically ruined your whole night… melted away.

surprisingly, mere moments later, he takes place beside you again, “can i sit here?”

“you’re already sitting.”

he smiles at your comment, making himself comfortable, “are you with someone?”

“no… but aren’t you planning to meet someone? you said you mistook me for someone else.”

“i canceled on her,” he answers quickly.

you tilt your head in a questioning manner, “why?”

“i just thought… i didn’t need to meet her…” his eyes longingly observe your features. taking in your reaction to his comment. cute. he thinks, seeing as how your lips lift and eyes avert back to your drink out of shyness. it’s cute how you play with your straw to distract yourself from the feeling that swarms your stomach. it’s cute how you look back at him with lights surrounding your irises, listening intently as he introduces himself and prompts for a game of darts.

hwang hyunjin. a man that was shaped up beyond your deepest desires and fantasies. his every facial feature was carved to perfection and you instantly knew this man was dangerous for you.

you knew going down this path only hours after a breakup would be terrible, so why did you say yes to playing darts? why were you listening to his every word as he converses with you? why did you find yourself wanting to stay with him the whole night?

just like before you ignore all the red flags, seemingly more focused on how fit hyunjin was. with a coat covering most of his stature, the game of darts forced him to remove the various layers of his outfit. yet you could only focus on the miniature flower tattoo revealed upon him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

you blink out of your trance, returning back to the reality of your terrible way of playing this game whilst hyunjin gained numerous points. you throw another dart, huffing as it doesn’t even stick to the floor and lands on the ground.

hyunjin chuckles, grabbing the ones from off the floor and board, “the loser grants the winner a wish. remember?” he teases, raising a brow, aiming for the board upon his turn and easily hitting the middle point.

“i’ve been conned,” you whine, “why is it so hard?”

his smile remains, body taking slow steps towards you, “because you haven’t done it often. if you keep practicing you’ll eventually get the hang of it,” he’s behind you, grabbing for your wrist that holds a dart. as he aids in your aim, his other hand grips your shoulder, chest pressed against your back to straighten your posture and face close to your own.

you could only hope he doesn’t sense the way your heart beats and realize how clammy your hands have gotten, “it doesn’t matter where it hits,” he whispers, breath hitting your lobe, “just try to get it near the middle. it’s easy.”

you hum, throwing the dart by his instruction, squealing and grinning from ear to ear when you actually manage to hit the board; it was a few meager points but it was still exciting. hyunjin lifts his hand in congratulations, smiling when you enthusiastically slap your hands against his multiple times whilst jumping up and down.

“that’s surprising.”

your brows lift, slowly reeling back from your claps of congrats to yourself, “what do you mean?”

smirking like how he had done most of the night, hyunjin reaches to tap your cheek, “well… you look a bit different when you smile.”

you gently touch your cheek, embarrassed from the tingling feeling coursing through your veins, “what are you talking about?” you mumble, looking anywhere else but him. it was your turn again and you followed just what he had taught you, only to miserably fail as the dart hit the ground for the umpteenth time.

“i won,” hyunjin boasts, collecting the equipment from the floor, board and your hand.

you roll your eyes but still smiled widely nonetheless, “of course you did.” with the way you were playing he was bound to win regardless unless he was equally as bad.

“you seem happy for a loser,” he smirks, taking steps towards you.

“well… it was fun...”

he nods, “right? it’s fun to be with you, y/n…”

he was bad for you. you knew he was. to feel so connected to someone whilst dealing with a heartbreak wasn’t healthy but you couldn’t reject him. you continued to say yes, heading back to the bar as you prepared for your punishment.

you’re not sure why but for hyunjin’s punishment he was drawing something on your right arm. your eyes look at the flower tattoo on his left arm, fingers itching to outline the beautiful piece of inked art.

“do you like it?”

you raise your head at his inquisition, nodding with a small smile, “it’s pretty… why did you get a flower?”

“i like…” hyunjin focuses back on you, “pretty things…”

you both share a smile, averting your eyes back to the drawing he was done with.

he leans back, allowing you to see what he’s done. your thumb lightly grazes over the drawing, your smile widening when realizing it was a flower similar to his, “it’s cute…is this really your wish? this is pretty simple.”

“then should i… make another wish?” his smile of innocence turns into a sly one as you look back up at him. your eyes sparkle in curiosity but begin to understand everything when hyunjin leans in and his eyes drop to your lips. he’s so close and all you can do is think about whether you should go through with this or not. you liked everything about him but wasn’t he making moves too fast? ever since your breakup, your view on wanting to be with someone has drastically changed.

as his lips nearly met yours, you gently press a hand to his chest, afraid to look at him. this has happened before. they’ll get mad, tell you off and make you feel like shit… but… that isn’t what he did. instead, hyunjin laughs — he genuinely laughs, cupping your cheek in a playful manner before leaning back and resting his own in the palm of his hand.

“i won’t do anything if you don’t want me to…”

you feel your heart beat against your chest in a way you don’t understand and couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling that bubbled, “this is silly…”

hyunjin doesn’t question what you mean, simply happy that you’re not dwelling on your ex and just smiling. he stands from the stool, body closer to you than from before. his hand touches your own and moves up your arm to trace the outline of the flower drawing, “do you want to go see my paintings?”

“…where?” you ask, already knowing the answer to the question but felt the need to hear the words come from his mouth.

“at my place,” he grins, gently squeezing your arm with slight desperation in hopes you’ll say yes.

naturally, you felt worried about what could happen but you trusted yourself and sighed thinking carefully about your decision. hyunjin leaves his hand out, offering for you to take it as a way to accept his suggestion.

with minor hesitance, you place your palm atop his, “…okay…”

hyunjin smiles in relief, holding your hand a little bit more tightly and using his free hand to tap the tip of your nose. you step off the stool following him out the bar and quietly walk together hand in hand.

who knew you’d luck out with hwang hyunjin?

© choiwonder ༝ do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim it as your own.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Neglected

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

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Previous: Broken

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Three months later… 

Isabella Davis should be happy.  

She is living with the man she loves, a powerful man, a hero, the love of her life, Steve Rogers 

Isabella Davis has never felt more alone.  

Living with two men was a new experience. The first month went by smoothly with Steve and Belle getting used to each other.  But as the next month started, Steve and Bucky were busy all the time with the business.  While she didn’t regret her decision, she missed her old life.  The ability to hang out without the threat of a kidnapping hanging over her head. And consequently, things had changed again.  

Steve has been working hard.  But not at Grant.  No, he left that to Nat and Sam to deal with for the time being.  He and Bucky had been working leads, tiny leads, on who was trying to get to Belle.  Steve wanted to clear every lead, every mere instance of danger so that he could move their lives forward.  

Unfortunately, with that, a lot of time was spent away from home, leaving Belle lonely.  But since the dinner a few months ago, Belle had been in contact with her friends.  Not Lila, who effectively blocked Belle from all social media.  Hope and MJ explained that Lila took some time away and stayed with her family, trying to understand what had happen.  Belle was remorseful that her friend was hurt but not for asking her to leave.  

But her other friends rallied. Lunch dates with Hope and Scott were planned, dinner and movie nights at Peter and MJ’s were a regular thing.  Clint stayed by her side, but the agreement still stood.  He didn’t disclose the details to Steve or Bucky, just acknowledging she was safe.  

On a girls’ night, Belle spilled about her life with Steve.  “He’s so experienced. It’s weird and awesome all at the same time.”  

“I bet,” MJ said, drinking her wine.  “Like do you guys experiment?” 

Hope giggled.  “That’s the juicy bit.  Scott, he tries, bless him, but we just end up laughing in the end.”  

“Peter is flexible,” MJ said.  “So am I. It leads to the neighbors complaining on occasion.”  

“Oh god,” Belle covers her face.  “Now I am even more grateful that Steve has the whole floor.”  They all laugh as MJ refills.  

Belle stumbles in a few hours later after Clint dropped her off at the door.  She drops her jacket on the floor, the crisp early October air coming in with the elevator.  She kicks off her heels and heads to the kitchen for a snack.  She looks to see that the apartment is still, and she sighs.  She text MJ and Hope.  

B: I need a getaway weekend. The apartment is too empty  H: you can always stay with one of us  MJ: true.  Peter is working on a project and he’s flying out of town next weekend.   H: I’m sure Scott can hang with people.  Make it a girls’ weekend  B: sounds good to me.  

And it did.  Steve was home Saturday but working and Belle distracted herself with lesson plans.  While she was happy that he was home, she missed the intimacy more and more.  As Friday approached, Belle decides to head to MJ’s early after work.  Steve was on a business trip and hadn’t been in contact.  She had no idea when he was supposed to return.  As she packed her case, he strolled in, removing his jacket and tie.  “Sweet pea?” 

“Oh. You’re back.”  She placed a small kiss on his lips and return to her case.  

“Where are you going?” 

“To MJ’s. Girls’ weekend.” Belle zipped it closed as Clint appeared in the doorway.  “Can you take this Clint?”  

“No problem, Belle.  Be back in a moment.”  

Belle turned to Steve who had a look of fury on his face. “What?” 

“I figured we would stay in tonight.  I mean, I just got back.”  

“And how was I supposed to know that Steve? You haven’t called, text, emailed, carrier pigeon’d.”  

“Well, I assumed…” 

“Let me stop you right there. I’m supposed to be, what, at your beck and call?” He remained silent. “I’m your girlfriend not your submissive remember? You don’t call or let me know your schedule.  I live here by myself because you and Bucky just leave me here.” Belle grabbed her purse. “MJ and Hope are waiting for me.  I’ll be back on Sunday.  I hope that you had a good business trip.” She swiftly left the room.  

Steve sat on the bed with his head in hands as he heard the front door close.  He meant to call, truly, but time got away from him. The last threat he received on her life had set him off and he went to investigate it with a vigor that borderline obsessed. He raked his hands over his face and went to the closet to change.  He donned his workout gear and went to his gym.  Wrapping his hands, he started to work the heavy bag.  This wasn’t the way he wanted to work out his frustrations but here he was.  Bucky walked in; concern etched in his face.  “She’s not here.”  

“Thank you, Sherlock, for that fascinating observations.”  

“No need to be a bigger punk than normal Cap. I was hungry and went to look for her.”  

“She’s at her friends. Apparently, it’s a girls’ weekend.”  

“Clint is off this weekend.  Who is her security?” 

“Fuck Bucky I don’t know.  I forgot to call her this week.”  

“Shit.”  Bucky fumbled with his phone.  “Barton, I thought you were off this week… Yeah well who is staying with Belle. … Oh. … I guess that’s fine. … No, don’t worry about it. Yeah I’ll talk to him. Thanks.”  Bucky ended the call.  “Barton put two of our agents to watch her.  She ran the entire schedule with him just to be sure.”  

Steve looked surprised at him.  “She did what?” 

“When you and I didn’t answer, she went straight to Clint to organize the weekend.  He swept the place and reminded her that going out without protect was dangerous. I guess her friends felt the same and they were going to stay in. Well except for the club.” 

Steve took a harder swing at the heavy bag.  “Fuck! Why are they going to a club?” 

“Because she wants to go out. Relax, she’s going to one of ours.” 

“Why am I feeling like this?” 

“Because you are trying to protect her.  But Steve, you have to know, isolating her, keeping away from her in long periods is just going to damage your relationship.”  

“I know, it’s just, I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate, knowing that there is someone after her. Bucky I can’t lose her.”  

“I know pal. But you’re gonna lose her if you don’t get your head outta your ass and spend time with her.  Real time.  I’m cancelling the next intel mission.”  Steve began to object. “Ah, no. You need to spend time with her. She’s the best thing that ever happened to you.  You know, beside the serum.”  

“Fuck off Jerk. But,” he sighed.  “Thank you.” 

Friday night was a pamper night for Belle, MJ and Hope.  They watched movies, ate junk, facials, the works.  It helped, getting Belle’s mind off of Steve.  Shopping on Saturday caused everything to come back full force when she went to pay but everything was put on Steve’s account at the store, including anything MJ and Hope wanted. “Fuck,” she mumbled to herself as they walked to lunch.   

MJ had heard her. “What’s wrong?”  

“Just didn’t think he would be around in any way shape or form.  I miss him but it’s like I only get a glimpse of him.  Not like before where he was always there.  I miss him, you know.”  They slid into a booth at the café.  

“Maybe walking out the way you did will trigger something in him.  He can’t keep away all the time Belle.  He has to know that you won’t always be there if he keeps acting like this.”  

“I just want to know why.  Like why is he’s so busy suddenly? I know he’s not in the office.  I called to tell him about making dinner a few weeks ago and Nat said he hadn’t been to the office in over a week.”   

“Oh shit, Belle,” Hope said.  

“Is he over me?  Did I make a mistake?” 

“No, Belle…” MJ started.  

“Is he seeing someone else?” 

“No,” Hope told her sternly. “You can’t think like that.  He’s distant yes but he loves you.  Maybe its Avengers stuff.”  

“Its something…” Belle trailed off as she saw a blonde looking right at her.  “Fuck me.”  

“What?” 

“Its Sharon.  Steve’s friend, I guess.  She doesn’t like me.”  She looks down at her plate.  

Hope subtlety turned to look at her.  “She’s a hag.”  

Belle snorted.  She looked up and saw Sharon head her way.  “Shit.”  

Sharon Carter looked at the group with a smirk. “Isabella, nice to see you again.”  

“Ms. Carter,” shaking the woman’s hand.  

Sharon waved her hand.  “No need to be formal. Sharon is fine.  Out with friends?” 

“Yes, this is Michelle and Hope.”  

“Nice to meet you, ladies. “Well, I hate to rush but I have to get back to a meeting at Grant.” Belle raised her eyebrows.  “I was just telling steve we should get together and do lunch soon.  Hopefully we can. Please have a nice day.” She turned, allowing her blonde locks flip around before leaving the café.  

“Grant?  She’s at Grant? Lunch with Steve?” Belle swallowed, trying not to let the tears out.  “Fuck this.” She pulled out the black card Steve had given her and paid for the lunch.  “We need to find me a dress.”  

Arriving in the car Clint had arranged for them, Belle stepped out in front of the club, smoothing her dress down. The flirty eyelet dress in black, a V neckline that hinted at her cleavage but still modest. The hem hit mid-thigh and paired with black booties. Her long black hair was swept up into a high ponytail with simple makeup but a dark red lip. Clint reminded her that she was to be seated in the VIP area or she couldn’t go out. She saw the line and felt guilty as she went to the doorman.  “Hi.”  

“Name?” 

“Belle Davis.” 

“For three ladies, VIP?” 

“Yea, Clint…”  

“I know who you are Miss Davis.  The hostess with take you to your table.” A model like red head took the girls to a table where a bottle of champagne was waiting.  A waitress approached to open and serve.  “I’m Tabitha, your tab is already taken care of by Mr. Rogers so anything you like, including food, just ask.”  She walked away and Hope and MJ looked at Belle.  

“Don’t,” she said.  She picked up a glass.  “To us.”  

“To us!”  

The music was loud and the bodies moving as they chatted.  Finally, Belle was loose and ready to dance.  A Britney classic played.  “Let’s go.”  

“Belle…” 

“No, I want to dance.  We won’t leave and nothing will happen.  Let’s just go.” She got up and found a spot on the dance floor, swaying her hips to the music.  

The music changed; the beat kept going.  The bodies around were glistening with sweat, the smell of alcohol in the air. Belle kept moving, losing herself to the music. They went back to the table occasionally, doing a few shots and kept dancing. A man approached her, dressed in a tight black t-shirt and dark jeans, a chain with a medallion on his neck.  His head was shaved, dark blond or light brown, with bright blue eyes. He offered her a smile, a smile that would make any woman swoon.  “Would you like to dance?” 

Belle looked at MJ and Hope.  Two other guys were chatting them up as she turned back to the man.  “Sure.  Belle,” she extended her hand.  

He took it and kissed her knuckles.  “Paul.” He kept her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. Temperature by Sean Paul started to play.  Paul put Belle’s arms on his shoulders, her hands around his neck as he put his own on her hips. Her fingers grazed his hair, an interesting feeling, the fuzziness of his buzz cut compared to Steve’s longer locks. They moved in sync, his eyes never leaving hers, pulling her just a tiny bit closer. As the song changed to Pony, he spun her around, her back to his front. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her close, her hands right on top of his.  His head was near her neck.  “This ok?” 

“Its fine,” she said breathlessly. They moved in time; he was grinding subtlety on her. She reached back to feel his head in her hands.  Her thoughts were scattered, the male attention she was receiving was exactly what she wanted.  But it wasn’t Steve. And that was a problem. Because she wasn’t sure anymore if Steve was what she wanted.  His neglect was started to get to her.  

“You’re beautiful,” he said in her ear. Another spin and he held her close, both hands now on her lower back, her arms back around his neck, foreheads almost touching. His knee was in between her legs as they swayed their hips to the beat, the pressure of his knee adding to the growing pool of arousal that she was feeling.  A flash from the light over her eyes and he was lost on the color.  “Jesus, those are gorgeous.”  

“I…I…,” she was nervous, unsure of the attention.  

He stops moving and pushes a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Hey, its ok. We’ll go slow. How about a drink?”  

“Sure.” He took her hand and guided her back to her table. She sat with her legs crossed, Paul seated next to her, his arm behind her as she ordered two scotches.  “What do you do?”  

“I’m a detective in the LAPD.  I’m in New York for a job interview.”  

“Oh, wow.  Detective is impressive.”  

“And you, gorgeous, what do you do?” 

“I’m a teacher, first grade.” 

He flashed her a killer smile. “Shaping the future, I like that.”  

In the dark corner of the bar, Steve sipped his drink as he watched her. He was angry.  But not her. At himself.  She wouldn’t feel the need to allow this prick to be all over her if he had been home with his girl.  Something tipped her to this. His eyes followed as Paul took Belle to the booth.  He leaned down to say something and she giggled.  The glass shattered in Steve’s hand.  

Belle leaned into Paul.  “I’ll be back.  Ladies room.”  

“I’ll be at the bar, gorgeous, waiting.”  

She blushed and made her way to the restroom.  She did her business and went to wash her hands and looked in the mirror.  Her cheeks were flush from the dancing and drinks.  But the brightness in her eyes, that was from Paul’s attention. She smiled as she dried her hands.  She fluffed her hair and went back out.  This may only be for one night, but she would enjoy it.  

She exited the room and started to make her way back out when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into a room.  She went to scream but was cut off by a kiss.  She pulled back to slap but stopped.  “Steve?” 

“What are you doing Isabella?” 

“I’m dancing.”  

“You’re flirting.”  

“And?” Belle challenged him.  

Steve grasped her arm. “You are mine, Isabella.”  

She pulled away. “Really?  Sure doesn’t feel like it.”  

“Why are you doing this?” 

She glared at him.  “Why is Sharon Carter having meetings at Grant?” 

Steve stepped back.  “What?” 

“Why is Sharon Carter at Grant?”  Steve hesitated.  “Right, ok. I have to go.”  

“No, wait, sweet pea, please.”  

“No.  Fuck you, Steve. Leave me alone. We’ll talk about this tomorrow when I come home.”  

“No, you’re coming home with me now.  You are mine.”  

“Yours?  Really?  I spend more time with Clint than I do with you.”  

“I know, baby, but…”  

“No buts.  I can’t do this right now.”  She pushed him away. 

“No, I can’t lose you.”  

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have shut me out.”  She exited the room and went to the bar where Paul had moved to.  She was rattled, shaken to the core at the exchange with Steve.  She loves him, truly, but she needed more.  She needed him to be present.   

Paul could see the cloud in her eyes. “You ok?” 

“Just too much to drink, I think.” She gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.  

He signaled the bartender.  “Water, please.”  He turned back to Belle.  “I gotta be honest, gorgeous, you seem like you have a lot on your mind.”  

“I’m sorry.” Belle looked down.  

Paul studied her for a second. “Whatever he did to you, it ain’t worth it,” he said, picking up her face. Belle stared into Paul’s eyes and watched as he flicked his eyes to her lips and back.  She swallowed hard, he leaned in, and she closed her eyes. Their lips met, softly, his lips warm, comforting.  It jolted Belle and she stepped back with a jerk.  

“I’m sorry, I can’t.”  She turned around and went back to the booth quickly.  She saw the security guard and called him over.  “We need to leave.”  He nodded and made a call.  “Guys, we have to go.”  

MJ and Hope could see the panic in Belle’s face. They grabbed their bags and helped her to the exit.  The town car pulled to the curb and the girls climbed in.  Paul hit the exit just as Belle was climbing in.  “Gorgeous wait!” 

She looked at him, smiling sadly and closed the door.  They headed back to MJ’s in silence, Belle staring out the window.  As they pulled up to the building, Belle made a decision.  “Guys, I’m going to the apartment.  I’ll explain later but I need to see Steve.”  

“Give him hell,” MJ said with a hug. Hope hugged her as well.  The driver took off to the apartment.  She went in to find it dark with a single light on, Steve sitting in his chair.  

“You’re back.”  

“I am.”  

“Why?” 

“Because when another man kisses me and I like it, I think we have a problem.”  

“He kissed you?!” 

“Yes, and I ran.  Because I liked it. Because I miss you.  I miss your attention, our intimacy, our love.  I need more Steve.  I can’t do this.  If you are just going to leave me here, then I should move out and move on.”    

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Long Ago

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warning: argument, cussing, the fluff Summary: You and Bucky had a really big argument which caused you two to break up, but something brings you two back together. Past in Italics

You and Bucky were the perfect couple, going everywhere together, you lived together, you were never without Bucky, he followed you like a lovesick puppy and you loved it, you two even showered together. An argument happened and you both said things that you didn't mean.

"I am tired James! I can't do this anymore, you took me for granted for the last time I am over this!" You started packing your things into a duffle bag. "Oh, so you're leaving? after 5 years! 5 years of crying, laughing, anniversaries, birthdays, vacations, you're ready to just throw that all away? Really Y/N?" You stopped packing and turned to look at him "Are you fucking with me right now? This is your fault, you did this! You made me feel this way you chose the Avengers over me several fucking times, James did you forget that?" You zipped your bag and threw it over your shoulder "You are the most selfish person I've met in my life and the look that's in your eyes right now I know the winter soldier is still in you and I will not be here when he comes out. You've hurt me too fucking much." You walked passed Bucky and out of your shared room "I'm selfish? You're calling me selfish? I'm the one who uprooted my comfort, I left my friends behind for you! All for you and you're going to call me selfish. You know what, I never loved you and I never want to see you again." You looked back at Bucky before you walked out the door "Okay, James." You slammed the door walking to your car and to Natasha's house. Bucky sat on the couch twirling an engagement ring in his fingers silently crying to himself. You sat in your car outside of Natasha's house holding a positive pregnancy test, silently crying.

• 4 years later •

You, Natasha, and your 4-year-old son were at the park, it's been 4 years since you've seen Bucky, well, the grown Bucky because of course your son is a spitting image of Bucky and every time you look at your son, you regret not telling Bucky about him, he would've made a great father but Bucky also said he never wanted to see you again, it hurt but you were always one to respect the wishes of others. "So, have you talked to Bucky?" Nat looked over at you and you looked back at her then rolled your eyes "No, I haven't talked to Bucky, he's reached out but I just can't bring myself to talk to him." You sighed and looked back at your son who was playing in the sandbox "I absolutely still love him, but I just can't shake those words." Nat rubbed your shoulder "Why don't we go get some frozen yogurt?" You nodded and called your son to come over, and he happily ran over to you "Come on, baby let's go get some frozen yogurt." He smiled wide and grabbed your hand "Yes please, Mommy" The three of you walked over to your favorite frozen yogurt place, it was bittersweet because that was where you and Bucky first met but that was the best frozen yogurt place you knew. You took a deep breath and walked inside hand in hand with your baby boy, he was so excited to get frozen yogurt, especially with his auntie Nat. The three of you are standing in line waiting to order, you crouched down to be at the same level as your son "What kind do you want to get?" Just as he was about to respond to you, you heard the bell of the door and a very familiar laugh, you looked over and saw Steve, Bucky, and Sam walk into the building. "Nat, please tell me you didn't." She looked back then at you "I promise I didn't" You stood up and turned towards them, there was no point in hiding they saw you. Nat took your son to get his frozen yogurt while you walked up to the guys "Hey Y/N" You gave them a small wave, and Bucky stared at you and you just wanted to jump into his arms and tell him how much you love him and you wish things wouldn't have ended the way they did. "Hi, Bucky" His eyes softened when you said his name and you could tell he melted as well. "Hi, Do-Y/N" He was about to call you 'Doll' and you wanted nothing more than to hear it, you missed it and him. "Can I talk to you privately?" You looked back at Nat and your son, then back to Bucky, and nodded.

The two of you moved over a little "Listen, Y/N I am so sorry for what I said, I promise I didn't mean it I do love you, I have always loved you" His hands were on your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes "Bucky.." You took a deep breath and pulled him into a hug "I love you too." You melted into his body "I missed you so much, James." As you two pulled back you heard the soft running of your son's feet "Mommy, Mommy look what Auntie Nat did she put nanas on it." Your son stretched up to show you his cup of frozen yogurt with bananas on it. You smiled and rubbed his head "That looks good, baby." Bucky was frozen in his spot "Mommy?" You looked over and gently pushed your son in front of you, Bucky crouched down inspecting his face "He looks like me." You nodded and tapped your son's shoulder "Tell him your name." Your son looked at Bucky stepping closer to him "My name is James Buchanan Barnes Jr." Bucky looked up at you "He's mine?" You nodded and played with James' hair, Bucky stood up and pulled you into a big hug "I love you so much, please please marry me." It was your turn to be frozen this time, he pulled back when you didn't respond "Please say yes" You looked over at your friends, down at your son then back at Bucky. You smiled wide and nodded "Yes, I will marry you." Bucky cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a big kiss "I love you so much, Doll. And I am going to love him too, I already do and I just met him." Bucky looked down at James and smiled, you picked him up and pointed a Bucky "This is your daddy" James looked at Bucky and instantly reached for him, Bucky took him from your arms hugging him tightly but not too tight, James hugged him back. "Hi, Daddy!" Tears welled in Bucky's eyes when he heard James call him daddy, you smiled and rubbed Bucky's arm while he was hugging him, and he pulled you into their hug "I love you both" You wrapped your arms around the both of them "We love you too." Bucky kissed James' forehead then yours, the three of you went home and began your life together, Bucky taught James how to defend himself and showed him all the old pictures of the two of you and himself, James gained more aunts and uncles who taught him several things even if they weren’t supposed to, you and Bucky are also expecting a baby girl that Natasha said you had to name after her or she was gonna end you.

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[the-princess-of-loki]

Busted

A/N: Pic's not mine! Just found it on Pinterest. All credit to the original artist!

I was sitting on the couch in front of the TV. Thor was next to me and even though there was a spot left on my other side, Loki decided on sitting on the sofa next to the couch we were occupying at the moment. Even though I was much better than the God of Thunder as regards technology, he decided he wanted to pick tonight’s movie and so I let him, chuckling softly every time he cursed because he couldn’t get the film he wanted. I even teased him about the usage of his hands, which earned me frustrated grunts from the blond and little chuckles from the dark-haired. 

I was ready to try and grab the remote when we heard the bell ringing. It was probably the pizza guy, so I took the chance to get out of the living room before losing all my patience with my dear friend. I paid for the two pizzas (Thor ate one just by himself) and went straight to the kitchen area, leaving the pizzas on a counter for later. As I carefreely walked back to the living room, I  sensed the tension there. I looked confused at the two Asgardian brothers. I was gone for twenty minutes maximum, what could have happened between them? I didn't hear them screaming, so they probably didn't have an argument. Thor was looking down at his joined hands, while Loki was looking outside the window. A small shade of pink covered his sharp cheeks. When I was about to ask them what had happened, I noticed that my phone wasn't where I left it. It was now closer to Loki on the coffee table and the lock screen was visible. I gasped.

No.

"Y/N, we are so sorry, your phone rang when you weren't here so we thought that maybe-" Thor started, still looking at his hands.

"You both had no right to look at my phone!" I screamed which made them both look at me in disbelief. I have never screamed at them before. But this was massive. On my lock screen, I had a picture of Loki in his blue armour, with both his daggers on each hand, and a speaking bubble above his head that read 'Don't touch my darling's phone'. I felt my cheeks turning red. I grabbed my phone quickly when it started ringing again.

"As I said, we're sorry. But, Y/N, why didn't you tell me that you liked my brother?" Thor's blue eyes shone with happiness and confusion. Sometimes he was like a child.

"Shut up, Thor. You're making this incredibly more uncomfortable for all of us," Loki intervened, not looking at me at all.

He probably thinks that I'm insane or something. Probably doesn't want to see me anymore, let alone talk to me, I thought while the anxiety was invading my thoughts. I wanted to cry, but I needed to save the last little piece of dignity I had left.

"You have ruined everything. I'm never speaking to you again!" My voice broke at the end, but I ran to my bedroom before I actually started to cry.

Once I was in the confinement of my bedroom, I threw myself on the bed and, hugging my pillow, cried my heart out as silently as I could. It didn't help matters that Loki had super sensitive hearing. I was so ridiculous I couldn't believe myself. How could I ruin this? Loki and I were on good terms, but now he probably thought that I was another one of his fangirls obsessed with him. What made me different from them anyway? I followed his every step on his social media accounts. Granted, he didn't run them, but all the Avengers were required to have one. Besides, it helped him to have a 'better public image' according to the Avengers' public relations team. Anyway, I followed him on every account, saved his pictures, and even thought about him before going to sleep. I was obsessed with him. 

A knock on my door took me out of my self-pity state. I didn't want to get up, but the knocking became more persistent. When I didn't open it, I heard the cracking my door did when opening it. I buried my face in my pillow even deeper. It was probably Thor, and he didn't know what to say in these situations.

"Thor, I really don't want to talk right now," I said without moving. However, I heard footsteps and then someone sitting on my bed. 

"It's me," Loki whispered, putting one of his hands on my shoulder. I gasped and didn't dare to look up at him. "Will you please look at me, darling?" He asked in a whisper. 

"What for? So you can look at me straight in my face when you tell me that I'm a creep?" I asked with my face still on my pillow.

"I do not know what you are talking about, dear. Please, just look at me," I sighed and turned on my bed so I was laying on my back. I looked at him with my puffy red eyes because of my crying.

"You didn't have to know what I keep on my phone. I'm sorry, Loki," I whispered while closing my eyes. Even when he wanted me to, I couldn't look him in the eyes. Those green eyes were my downfall.

"I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I am very sorry, Thor told me that maybe it was urgent. I shouldn't have listened to my brother, I am sorry, again," He said while grabbing my hand and caressing it. I looked at him confused.

"No, you don't have to apologise, Loki. I…" I lost myself in his eyes, so I couldn't finish my sentence. Loki looked at me with a soft smile on his face.

Before I was able to react, Loki inclined until his face was inches away from mine. He caressed my cheek with his free hand as my breath caught in my throat. I thought that I was dead when his lips touched mine in a soft and sweet kiss. His lips felt like velvet, caressing mine with such care that I felt as if I were made of crystal. 

"Is this okay?" Loki asked in a whisper, resting his forehead on mine. I didn't open my eyes so I would be able to speak.

"Y-yes, of course it is," I whispered back. I couldn't help the stutter, and I was completely sure that my cheeks were completely red. But I didn't care at the moment. Why would I? Loki was caressing my cheek softly, holding my hand and asking me if he could kiss me. I could have gone to heaven for all that was worth.

"I didn't know that you thought of me in that way, darling," he purred as he kissed my other cheek, my nose, my closed eyelids, everywhere. "And just to be clear, you are my darling and I wouldn't let anyone touch your phone. I didn't even let Thor touch it earlier," His low chuckle resounded in my ears and I tried to save that sound forever in my memory. In a newfound courage, I put one of my hands on his sharp cheek and the other entwined with his black curls.

"Will you please kiss me again, Loki?" I begged him completely lost in his shining green eyes.

"With pleasure, darling."

This time I was expecting the contact of his lips, however, my heart wasn't. It beat so hard against my chest that I thought it was going to get out of my ribcage. But I didn't care. I could only focus on Loki and the way his lips and hands were caressing me. I felt adored for the first time in my life with a simple kiss. The way his hand caressed my cheek, the way his lips moved on mine, the way his other hand grabbed mine and his thumb caressed it, everything he did was with such care and devotion that I felt unworthy of it. More so coming from a god like him. 

But I didn’t let that unwanted thought stop me. I caressed his soft raven curls with my free hand as I tried to devour his lips with mine. I couldn’t help biting his lower lip, making him gasp and groan at the same time. Now that his mouth was slightly open, I timidly let my tongue out to caress his thin and winter-like-tasting lips. Loki immediately took the initiative and joined his tongue with mine, caressing it slowly and sensually. I was out of breath too fast for my liking, but I ignored my lungs which complained about the lack of oxygen. I let him explore my mouth completely, and at the same time, he changed his position slightly so he was laying next to me on the bed. His hand that was on my cheek travelled down my body until it found its place on the side of my waist. Our other hands were still joined, so I used the one I had on his hair to caress his jaw, his neck, his chest, and his abdomen and finally placed it on his nape. I felt his muscles tense and then relax when I caressed them, and little groans escaped his mouth that was completely joined with mine.

We were both out of breath when we pulled back, although he kept nuzzling my nose with his. I slowly opened my eyes to find those beautiful green orbs looking straight into mine. I was completely hypnotised. He could have asked me anything and I would have done it without questioning.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he whispered after gifting me another sweet peck on the lips. “I just need to hold you close and wake up next to you so I know that I am not dreaming again,” His cheeks turned an adorable pink shade. I smiled.

“Yes, Loki. I, too, need a reminder that I’m not dreaming about you,” He chuckled a little and held me close to his body. While he caressed my head, I simply enjoyed his naturally intoxicating aroma.

“May I ask where did you get that picture of me?” He asked cautiously as if he were afraid to say something wrong. The heat went up my cheeks.

“Your social media account run by the marketing department… I just edited it a little so it would say that…” Again, he chuckled and kissed my head.

“Well, I look great in that picture, and what it says it’s true, so…”

He left the sentence hanging in the air, as he held me closer to him.

A/N: I really think it's important for us authors/writers/whatever you want to call us to normalize asking permission for a kiss. I like it when there's an unexpected kiss, but only if it is consensual. In this case, Loki has been constantly used and abused in the MCU, in my opinion, so I think he needs someone to take care of him like we do in the fandom. Anyway, I hope you like it! Comments, likes, reblogs, everything is appreciated! 🥰🥰

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Bay Window Blues [Pt. 2]

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Reader

Warning(s): Bad words, Mention of death, Anger, idfk.

A/N: I gave it a part 2 because I could.

Wordcount: 1,949

Pt.1 Pt.3

Well, she didn’t lie that evening.

Diane had left your home with enough time to spare for dinner. Of course you weren’t bothered by it, but that was well over a week ago. And you weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, but you hadn’t seen her in a while.

Perhaps it was coincidental how you’d never witness the woman leave for her substitute jobs anymore. However, you knew Diane worked like a clock. So on the evenings when she’d return earlier than you’d assume, you were confused. But then you decided to start checking for her return earlier in the day. However, they grew later. It was as if you were a bloodhound, and she was trying to cover her scent. As the days passed, you grew more and more skittish.

Did you cross a line? Perhaps having sex that soon was too big of a step, but you’d been growing close to her for what felt like ages. Granted, it had only been a few months, but the key word is felt. And if she didn’t reciprocate the feeling, wouldn’t she have stated that before the kiss?

“If she didn’t feel the same, she would have told me, right?” you questioned, pacing across the uneven floorboards, to no one in particular. They creaked and groaned in response. “You’re right. There’s been plenty of times I was stuck in a situation and my only way out was through it.” You mumbled, nibbling on your fingernail anxiously. You hoped you hadn’t unknowingly pressured her to do something she didn’t want to do.

The floor creaked again as you walked across the worn boards towards the bay window. You sat down and scratched at the flaking paint to keep your mind off of the woman who plagued your thoughts. You couldn’t allow yourself to fall down the endless rabbit hole of overthinking. You needed to simply speak with her, clear up any confusion, and accept whatever fate awaited you. However, first you’d need a reason to go over there.

After a moment of thinking, you stood up and went to the kitchen. The day was slowly coming to an end, and she still had not arrived. You figured she wouldn’t have much time to cook dinner for Chloe once she returned. Thus, preparing her and Chloe a meal would be the perfect reason to show up. It didn’t seem too pushy, and it was a reasonable enough gesture to leave right after in case your nerves got the best of you.

After about an hour, you had finished and was allowing the casserole dish to cool off before handling it. As you slipped off your apron, you noticed a bit of light skimming across the corner of your window.

“She must be home.” You mumbled to yourself right before the slamming of a car door confirmed your suspicions. You gave her time, not wanting to seem as if you were waiting for her to return home like some lovesick puppy. After about 20 minutes of torturous patience, you couldn’t take it anymore and slid on a jacket, grabbed the dish, and made your way over to her house. You could see some lights on, which meant she was still up. Perfect.

With every step you took, you could feel your chest grow tighter. Your anxiety was getting the best of you, but this needed to be done. You took a few moments to breathe as you stood on her porch before finally ringing the doorbell. You could have sworn you heard a thump and some shuffling but ignored it as you stared down at the casserole dish warming your hands in the cold weather. After a moment, you pondered on ringing the doorbell again. However, your anxiety screamed at you to run away and cower in shame.

With the little bit of courage you had, you lifted your hand and proceeded to ring the bell one last time. In contrast to the first ring, the door swiftly swung open. There stood Diane in all of her glory. You froze for a moment, feeling the warmth of seeing her again engulf your senses. Today she smelled like fall, however there was a hint of cologne in the air. Did she have someone over? Your face became stoic to hold in the jealousy you were feeling.

“Y/n?”

“Diane.”

Her eyebrows furrowed at your lack of conversation.

“What are you doing here?”

“I figured I’d stop by and drop off dinner since you were gone all day, but I can tell someone else may have beat me to the punch.”

Her right eyebrow raised, “Excuse me?” You watched as she leant against the doorframe.

“You don’t have to bullshit me. I just wish you were honest. I mean, who even is he? Some teacher you fell for?”

If you weren’t mistaken, you would have sworn a flicker of fear crossed her eyes, but then she let out a sigh and rubbed her face. For a split second, your eyes laid on the crimson color at the base of her sleeve. Your heart rate sped up and you quickly diverted them once she went to open her eyes.

“What? Now you can’t look at me?”

“It’s not that.” You mumbled softly. “Here. Take this. You and Chloe must be starving.” You stated, holding the casserole out for her to take.

“We ate already.” She mumbled, refusing to take the dish.

“Diane, you’ve been gone all day. I doubt that.”

She let out a scoff, “What- Are you stalking me now?”

Now it was your turn to scoff, “I’m not some stalker.”

“Oh, right.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Sounds like something a stalker would say, wouldn’t you think?”

You stopped yourself from bickering further and took a deep breath. “Whether you ate already or not, just take it, Diane.”

She stared at you for a moment—stepping out onto the porch—leaning into you enough to invade your space, but not kiss you. “Go home, y/n.”

The cicadas buzzed and crickets chirped around you both as those same three words replayed in your mind. Her eyes softened a bit as she noticed the impact they had on you. Your jaw slowly began to clinch. Why didn’t she want you here? Who exactly was in there? And why was there blood on her sleeve? You quickly shoved her to the side and stormed into her home.

“Y/n!”

“Where is he?” You made your way into the kitchen, setting down the dish. You stood by the knives and placed your hand onto the stove, peering around.

She scurried in, “Y/n you need to leave!”

You glared at her, “Did you eat out? The stove isn’t even warm. Or maybe he bought you dinner, hm?” She started to walk towards you, but you quickly moved back into the hallway.

“Y/n!” She followed you growing more and more irritable by the second. “I mean it! Leav-“ She stopped in her tracks, seeing you stare at the trail of blood leading into another room.

“…Diane.”

“I can explain.” She mumbled.

Your head tilted, as you observed the body on the ground. “Is this our mailman?”

“There’s a reasonable explanation for this-“

“Did he harm you?” You slowly turned to look at her. She remained quiet. “Diane.”

“I n-need you to leave.” Her voice waivered as you let out an almost annoyed sigh.

“Haven’t you gotten it through your stubborn skull by now? I’m not leaving. Now, please answer me. Did. He. Hurt. You.” She quickly shook her head. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Okay, did he hurt Chloe?” She went to move closer to you, but you held your hand up, drawing out the kitchen knife from in your sleeve. “I’m not fairly sure what happened, Diane. And since you’re not willing to tell me the truth, I can’t trust you.”

Her hands lifted in defense. “I was only trying to protect her, y/n. You have to believe me.” She whimpered out.

You shook your head, “Where is Chloe? Is she here?” She nodded, rubbing her arm nervously. “Okay, good. Is she alive, Diane?”

Her eyes darkened with anger, “Of course she’s alive!”

You held the knife closer at her outburst, “Do NOT get snippy with me when you’re the one with a dead man on your floor!” She fidgeted and looked down, avoiding your gaze. It took you a moment, but you finally spoke. “Now, because I love you, I will help you bury this body.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, taking a moment to process what she had just heard. “…You love me?“

“Do you want my help or not?” You asked rather harshly. She nodded instantly. “Good, now help me wrap him up in something so we can move him.”

You watched as she went off to find blankets and grabbed a few of her trash bags, covering the body the best you could. When she returned with a sufficient amount, you helped her roll him up, leaving a few blankets unused.

“This is enough.” You stated, grabbing his legs while she grabbed his upper torso.

“What about the other blankets?”

“He’s fine the way he is. Won’t be enough space with more blankets.” She furrowed her eyebrows at you in confusion as you lead the way out of her house. You chewed on your bottom lip out of habit, making your way back home.

As you two stood on your porch, Diane whispered as if someone were to hear you both, “Y/n, I can’t allow you to bury him here. Are you crazy?!”

You looked at her with a blank expression, “Did you just ask me if I was the crazy one?”

“It’s crazy of you to bury him here!”

“And it’s crazy of you to have killed the mailman!”

“Shhh!” She looked around out of paranoia.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, Diane! Who’s going to hear us? The moon?”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“And don’t be so damn scared. Besides, you were the one who told me to go home, remember?”

You dropped his legs—allowing her to falter with all of his weight—while you unlocked and opened the front door. She glared at you as a smirk graced your lips. You picked his legs back up and walked into the house. “Lay him near the fireplace.”

She nodded and helped you lay him down. “Now what?”

“Stay here. I need some tools.”

She frowned once you were halfway up the stairs, “Please tell me we’re not about to cut this man to pieces!” You ignored her and went into your room, pulling out a black toolbox from your closet. You returned downstairs and dropped the toolbox in her lap as she looked at you nervously. You slowly paced around the room listening to the floorboards creak. “Y/n? What are you-“

“Shh!” You tapped your foot against one of the boards and grabbed the tools beginning to remove the flooring, board by board. With each piece pulled from the foundation, the putrid smell of decay began to fill the room. Diane stood up and gagged, quickly covering her nose as she moved further away from you in a panic. The moon’s light shined brightly through the bay window, highlighting the multiple corpses within the house’s foundation. “One last spot. It’s perfect for him, don’t you think?”

You looked over at her and smiled as she shook with fear. Her eyes watered as she looked frantically between you and the floor.

“What’s wrong, Diane? I would think out of all people, you’d understand that we all have skeletons in our closet. Mine just happen to be in my floor.”

[ahoytherebean]

Nocturne

You've partnered with Marc Spector quite a few times over the years and you consider each other good friends, close as can be in the line of work the two of you are involved with. So how is it that in the middle of a very important mission you end up tasked with not Marc and why are you so drawn to him?

Warnings: canon typical violence. Authors first time publishing, so probably a few mistakes.

Steven Grant did not sign up for this. If given the chance, he would let anyone know that. So, what is poor Steven to do when he wakes up or begins dreaming (he isn't quite sure which it is) with a dislocated jaw, on the ground, in the middle of what is certainly NOT his flat which he had fallen asleep in a few hours ago? Pesky things, dreams are in that sense. steven has just gotten up from the ground whenever you jog over to him. "What on god's green earth are you doing? We have to go! Do not wave at them, Christ!" You tug on his arm and urge him to start moving. "Right, um what is it I should be doing then?" He follows you anyways, who is he to question a member of his odd dream? Clearly a friend if you're not pointing a gun at him like that other man was, that constitutes a friend in this kind of dream he thinks. "Do you still have it?" You ask while not stopping your race against... something. He isn't sure what you're talking about, he isn't sure about anything. "The Scarab! You didn't lose it back there, did you?" Right! the golden bug he'd found in his pocket. He's glad to know he hasn't ruined whatever mission his dream partner is on, he's happy to be of help to you. "Yeah, I still have it." He doesn't miss the way you turn to look at him inquisitively, you look like you want to ask him something but think better of it. He wishes you'd maybe give him a run down on what's happening, it feels like he's been thrown in the middle of this dream. Maybe, if he'd gone to sleep earlier, he would've caught the beginning of it. You're thinking about taking the scarab yourself, clearly whatever happened to Marc in that fall had rendered him not quite right or at least... not quite Marc but you had agreed at the beginning of this all that he would be the one to keep it safe. You would have time to ask about whatever this is later, you and not quite Marc have to get out of here, preferably with the scarab and all of your limbs intact. Steven allows you to lead him into a village, it's cute. He wishes he had time to stop and sightsee, but it seems you're in a rush and he shouldn't bother you, even if it is his dream, who is he to interfere with whatever it is you're on about. Afterall, he heard a theory once that dreams were a window into another universe. It could be true he thinks and just in case it is, he'd better not cause any trouble between you and the other him which is probably having a difficult time figuring out why he's tethered to a bed somewhere. What a shock that would be. "Use your hood." you whisper, slowing the both of you to a casual walk. "We can get back if we just get out of the city." Bells begin to chime and you throw your head back taking a deep breath. "Fuck. Just- fuck. Let's go" You tug your own hood up onto your head and look low at the ground. There's probably no chance that the guards that you've just stolen the scarab from have gotten bored or maybe went on break so there's no way back the way you've came. Steven wants to ask more questions but he follows, afraid of risking upsetting you. Bells=bad news he notes mentally. He makes his way behind you through a crowd of people, scared of- everything, honestly. He has not a clue what the hell's going on. He's starting down a spiral, where am I, what's happening, how did I get here, who is this playing a loop in his head. When he looks up to find you again, you're gone. He doesn't have more time to look for you before he notices the crowd of people he's found himself in has begun listening to a strange man go on about heaven. It's an odd scene in front of him, he isn't sure what to think about it and then the woman whose hand he was holding onto thuds to the ground. He wants to run forward, to help her, why isn't anybody helping her? Certainly, there's somebody here more qualified than he is. Then there are more people, whispering to this man. He recognizes them, they were chasing the pair of you. You, where have you gone? He tries to search for you in this crowd of people. Maybe you can help the woman on the ground. When he glances forward again, everyone around him is kneeling.

From your spot in the alley, you can just barely hear the scene. You'd lost not Marc when he'd gone the opposite direction, into the crowd. Not the move you would have made considering the circumstances but it's Marc after all, maybe he knows something you don't. It became increasingly clear after seeing Harrow talking to him that he did not in fact have a better idea than you. You cursed under your breath and tried to form a plan. You can't leave him here; he has the scarab. You wouldn't leave him regardless. You're watching intently, trying to hear any of what's being said when you see not Marc reach into his pocket and hold the scarab out. You begin to move forward from your hiding place to stop whatever the hell is happening here. You're certain Marc wouldn't do any of this, something is wrong. This truly is not Marc. He turns away from Harrow and his men and makes eye contact with you, before you can form a coherent thought, he begins running toward you. You want to ask what the hell he thinks he's doing when his eyes roll back. You're out of time to figure out if there was any sort of planning behind this before Harrow's men are surrounding you both. You press your back against Marc's and hope like hell that he knows that he has to fight. It's a blur of limbs and blood while you make your way through the men surrounding you. You haven't been struck from behind and you still feel the heat off of Marc's back whenever you step so he must still be standing. "Marc, you know I love theatrics; I truly do but can we discuss whatever the fuck stunt you just pulled back there? I could've gotten us out of here if it weren't for whatever that was." You haven't even broken a sweat, hand to hand combat with several assailants may as well be considered your daily routine at this point. After sending your baton against the final man's head with a harsh crack he falls to the ground and you turn around to face Marc again. "Marc? What the fuck is wrong with you right now?" It isn't spoken with malice at all, in fact the concern is dripping from your teeth and coating him like honey. It does nothing to help him, this wasn't supposed to happen. He knits his brows together and raises a hand to answer you, it wouldn't have been a helpful one even if he'd gotten it out. It would have been something along the lines of "I'll explain everything later" even though he wouldn't have explained anything at all. Instead, his hand falls slack at his side and he becomes not Marc again. More people are closing in on the two of you and you have serious doubts that not Marc can fight since he walked himself essentially into a clusterfuck. Steven starts to panic and you realize that you have to be the one to take control now, if you don't get the two of you out of here, neither of you are making it out. He isn't summoning his suit so he must not know anything about it. So, relying on your skills it is. "Drive!" You shout, pointing at the only vehicle in sight. You'd think about sending an apology in a few weeks to the poor fella whose van you just stole. Something along the lines of "sorry we stole your van sir. Promise it won't happen again, had to commandeer it for a greater cause, not that your pastries aren't a great cause." You'd probably sign Marc's name to it for springing this shit on you in the middle of arguably the most important mission of your lives. "What am I doing? What am I doing? I don't even have a driver's license!" You worry for a brief second that he'll freeze up and you'll both be trapped in this god forsaken van until they get to the two of you, but not Marc comes through and speeds away just as someone tries the handle of your door. The stereo is blaring, Steven is rambling, there are people chasing you, and your sock has slipped down into your boot. One of the cars catches up to the truck and one of them climbs out and manages to leap onto the doors at the back, you stand and make your way to the middle and get into fighting stance. "Oh god. Oh god. I don't know what to do!" Steven starts again, trying to keep eyes on the road and you at the same time. "Just drive, I've got this." You made an attempt to look kind and reassuring and caught a right hook to the jaw. "Ow! Fuck! Can't you see I'm trying to be reassuring here? Asshole." The man doesn't land another direct hit for the remainder of the time he fights with you. It's like fighting on a surfboard in the middle of the ocean and the man has grown tired of trying to use his fists. He pulls a gun from the back of his pants and gets it about half raised before you grab his wrist taking the gun and flipping him over your back and out the doors. You cringe a bit watching his head smack the concrete, the car following you makes an attempt in vain not to run his body over. Not that it would've mattered anyways, you note, his brains were already all over the pavement. A little more bodily trauma wouldn't hurt him. You get back to your seat and shoot the tires of the car behind you. Personally, you think, I would've given up chase whenever I obliterated the body of my pal, but hey when in Rome. Steven is rambling on as you walked towards him, you want to take over for him, panicking would be much easier for him from the passenger's side. "I don't understand what's happening!" He yells while you grab onto his shoulder, trying to put some sort of healing into it. What a scary fucking place to be when you have no idea what's happening. You don't blame not Marc, you're a little angry at real Marc for bringing this poor little guy into this. It doesn't help that his big brown baby cow eyes are the size of saucers when he looks up at you briefly then back at the window beside him. "What?" He asks and you're ready to try and talk him down off the ledge his worked himself onto whenever he looks up and screams. You snap your head up and see a log truck headed straight at you, there's barely a second for you to brace the seats and snap your eyes shut whenever you feel the van spin around. When you don't feel an impact, you slowly tear your eyes back open. The van is going backwards now, and you recognize the stoic face in the driver's seat again. "Give me the gun. Find out how to get us out of here." He's really not going to address it; you ask yourself while staring at him with hesitance. He can see it in your face, and it sends a shockwave throughout his body. You've never hesitated before, not when it was him asking. "I've got control over it now, I'm good. I swear." There's another second of pause before you place the gun into his open palm. Planting yourself back in your seat you begin looking through your phone's map to figure out the fastest way to the airport from where you are now. Stealing glances every few seconds to make sure Marc is still the one in the driver's seat you plan a route that's fast but relatively concealed so the two of you can avoid more fights if at all possible. You're both tired from your constant running the past 18 straight hours of getting the scarab, neither of you are running your best. You wonder if maybe it's you that's lost it, surely your sleep deprived brain would break before his would. "I've got a way but we have to lose these final guys before we can go through the village. It'll draw too much attention." When you look up again, you notice the panic in his face again and you sigh through your nose and let your head fall back against the seat. "Huh? Oh, god. I'm driving backwards." He looks over at his hand and throws the gun through the windshield before you can stop him. "I don't know what I'm doing!" You're used to hearing Marc discuss with Khonshu so that must be what's going on because he yells that last bit into the sky while slamming the breaks. The force knocks you around in your seat and you regret not putting your seatbelt on. There's a gut wrenching hiss as the car slows to a stop while Steven tries desperately to restart it. "Oh come on, come on." The van groans and sputters while the final car makes its way in front of you and two men get out, guns raised at both you and Steven. You stand quickly, moving to pull not Marcs arm. "It's alright, you'll be alright." You try your hardest to sound genuine even though you're pretty worried for the both of you, the van won't offer much cover now that it's been destroyed and shot to shit but if you can distract them long enough, you can take them. Probably. "Just stay down, I can get us out of this. I won't let anything happen to you." Just as you move your body in front of him you hear a creaking and the logs that had fallen off of the truck earlier came down and crushed both men and their car. "Holy shit." The two of you echo. Steven pulls you into a celebratory hug and for a split second you're shocked because Marc would never, but this isn't Marc it's not Marc and he's been very brave. You return his death squeeze and laugh with him. It's refreshing, having a second to celebrate a job well done instead of being thrown into the next thing on your list. The relief only lasts a split second when not Marc goes rigid against you and Marc is back. He looks at you with his eyebrow raised and you move quickly to let him go. "Did you get us a way out of here?" he asks surveying the wreckage and stepping out of the van. Nodding, you begin to give him a run down on what you'd come up with and the two of you set off to the airport.

After about fifteen minutes into your hike, Marc looks over you. He hasn't let his body relax at all, he knows the question is coming and he doesn't know how he wants to answer them. You are his partner, the one person who knows him the best (which doesn't say much because you don't know much of any personal information about him) he wouldn't have it in him to have you look at him like a sideshow. God forbid he gets the nerve to tell you the whole story and you run for the hills, like he thinks you should have as soon as you saw him to begin with. Let alone finding out about the suit, the job in Egypt, the god that he serves. It had been a great feat for him to let you know any of that, giving you his entire story would be pulling teeth. His stomach turns to led whenever you stop on your heels and look up at him. "Is- is not Marc okay?" Your large pupils slice through him, and he feels like the only way out of this for him is to point off into the distance and run like hell when you look away. "Not Marc?" Smart move, he thinks, play stupid. Play stupid so she thinks that not only are you bat shit, you're an idiot too. "The little British guy. You know about him, right?" He's slightly relieved when you start walking again, at least if you're walking next to him, he won't have to look you in the eyes when you tell him you'll be getting the hell out of dodge the second you step back into London. "Yeah, I know about him." When did he start to produce so much spit? Has the air always been this thick? How many times per minute does a human blink again? He hopes you'll drop it but knows you better than that. The two of you walk along in silence for a few more minutes before the beast in your chest starts to grab hold of your tongue again. "He was scared. He doesn't know about you, does he?" Marc shakes his head and his brain has to fight the rest of him to turn and look at you. Are you angry at him for not telling you? He had control over this before. He would have never allowed himself to have a partner if he'd ever thought for a second that he'd lose control of himself like this. He's put you in danger and now you have to be livid. He's not even answering your questions and he knows he owes you that much at the very least. The two parts of him that are his alone are fighting each other. One half wants to encourage you to run like hell when he gets you home safe and the other part is borderline infantile at the thought that you might do it and he'll lose his friend. "Does.. he have a name?" It's Marc that stops walking this time and you're scared for a brief second before you remember, this is Marc. Just Marc. Standoffish and disciplined Marc Spector who would sooner cut off his own foot before one, looking like he's weak in any fashion and two, letting you get hurt and it absolutely transfers to emotional pain. He nearly took the head off of a guy who told you to show your tits at a bar once. Knowing these things didn't stop you from sheepishly biting your lip when he glanced back at you for a second with an unreadable look then runs his hand down his face. "Steven. His name is Steven and he's fine. I don't want to talk about it. Okay?" his reply is flat and gives the appearance of that being final whether you wanted it to be or not.

When you had reached altitude on the plane back home Marc had begun to settle down a bit. He noticed that you'd rested your arm against his on the arm rest just like every other time the two of you had flown together, has to be a good sign. You were even the one who had requested that you be seated together when the woman at the desk had asked you. You weren't seemingly planning on running from him, good. He wants to stay quiet for the ride and it looks to him like you share that sentiment so he's just as shocked as you are whenever he says, "You were going to stand in front of Steven?" He doesn't even register that it came from him until you look at him confused. "Of course I was. He was scared." You say it like it was the most casual thing in the world, as if you had just offered to help him find something in the store. There were men, with guns, you were outnumbered, and you were going to stand in front of Steven, in front of him without a second thought. You hadn't hesitated, not for a second. "You could see that?" you asked once you turned to face the seat again, suddenly self-conscious about your answer. What were you supposed to do? He was looking at you with big sad eyes as if he were one of those sad puppies in the commercials. It had taken you less than a second to decide you were willing to die for not Mar- Steven. You would take a bullet for Steven just as you would for Marc. You like to think you'd take one for a lot of people, but you would think wrong. You would push a lot of people out of the way not caring if you were hit in the process but only for Marc would you stand directly in the line of fire without caring about the consequences, Steven now too. "Sometimes, not always. I don't really know how to explain it. Steven can't hear or see any of this but sometimes if I try hard enough, I can be there too. Kind of like a radio station that's coming through static. You know? Fuzzy." He looks like a scolded child explaining this to you, fidgeting with his hands and not meeting your eyes. In the few years you've met up with Marc to do any work together, you've never seen him look the way he does not. You're trying so hard to imagine a way to talk to him about this, but someone has your rib cage in a vice. Marc is beginning to mistake your silence; you can see that and worse is he knows you can see it. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. "Will I see Steven again?" Marc retreats further and even though you're still sitting in the back of an airplane you can see him getting further and further away like someone is stretching his seat away from yours down a hallway. You want to reach across the divide, but it seems like touching Marc for only the second time barring occasional finger brushes when handing the other something would be a mistake right now. "I hope not. This is new. I'll get it back under control, I won't put the mission in jeopardy again." I won't put either of you in danger again goes unsaid but not unheard. "For what it's worth, Steven was nice given the circumstances. It's a shame I won't be seeing him again. I liked him." He doesn't have to wonder if Steven liked you too, he felt it. Steven thought you were pretty, and he thought you felt safe. In another life, Marc thinks, you and Steven would get along wonderful.

. This is my first ever published story, please give kind feedback if you feel inclined. <3 I have also posted this story on my Ao3 under the same user as my tumblr and it’ll be updated a bit before here if you’d like to follow the story. :) 

[adleryoung]

"Well," I replied. "I am glad to see that you made a full recovery. If you think your co-called coven of witches would make a good batch of followers then of course, I'm willing to meet them. At the very least I can steer them onto a devout path of Seeliness in the service of Fuma. If my followers are Seelie, won't that prove that I too am Seelie?"

"It was a rhetorical question," I blurted before either of the femmes could interrupt my train of thought. I turned and began musing aloud. "My only worry is that they will all be obsessed with wearing black and playing malicious pranks. I won't have time to tutor them all in the finer points of the art of being Seelie, but this could very well be the perfect way to put Rebecca's role as one of my apostles to the test. She can apply what she's learned about Seeliness and japery and teach them what she knows, become a teacher in her own right. Yes, yes, that's good. I should still have a meeting with them, if for no other reason than to impress and awe them with my elfly powers and ensure their loyalty. That could become a tedious chore, though. I have a lot to do. I should make them wait a while under Rebecca's coaching and maybe undergo a test of worthiness before being admitted into my presence. Yes, they will value my lessons more if they must earn them. I could use this as a way to refine my techniques for dealing with those who will come later, seeking an audience with me after hearing the legends my apostles will be spreading. But wait - would it be better to have them meet me first? Then I can tell them directly that Rebecca will be their teacher, thereby granting her a measure of authority. Perhaps the test of worthiness could be used later to be sure of their loyalty before they learn anything of - Waaaaaait a minute…"

I spun around and faced Rebecca. "Do that thing again with your fingers and the sparks."

She snapped her fingers and a cluster of tiny lights flickered in the air around her hand.

"It's a simple schoolyard glamer," I stated with some surprise. "You're missing the audible component - there should be a crackle or a tinkling of tiny bells - but this is nevertheless a piece of magick. How did you learn this? Your lessons haven't covered any magick yet."

"Sorry to contradict you, My Lord," Rebecca grinned, "but there was a section in Saint Reynard's book that covered pranks, and a number of those pranks made use of Fell Magicks."

"There's nothing Fell about Reynard's japes," I scolded. "We've been over this! You've got to rid yourself of your obsession with darkness. Just because your weird rabbit religion frowns on something does not necessarily mean it's evil. Wait, so this means that you were able to read the full Panoply of Japes. Did the book actually explain how those spells were performed? Even though it's basic stuff, still I assumed the reader would need prior knowledge of magick to make use of any of it. I don't even remember if finger sparks were covered in the Foxspell. It's a very simple thing to do, but… you said you could do that after recovering from your attack. Did you have to practice or did you suddenly have the talent?"

"Oh my Dark, uh, I mean Seelie Lord and Master!" Rebecca declared excitedly. "When I was in my fit, I dreamed that Reynard was talking to me. 'Hudalaleigh' he kept saying, and telling me I was a 'foine figure of a garl, bedad.' But in between all of that, he recited to me the full text of the Foxspell. Vernier says I was feverish and delirious the whole time."

"She was," Vernier interjected. "I feared she would not pull through."

"At one point," Rebecca continued, "I dreamed that the demon, er, I mean goddess Fuma appeared. I tried to pledge her my soul but she said 'twas not meet and she did not require it of me, but did I wish to learn the magick of the elves? I said yes, of course, and Reynard recited to me over and over the last section of the Foxspell."

"Where is the book, by the way?" I asked, nervously remembering what Angela had told me about Ash.

"Gone, My Lord," Rebecca admitted glumly. "After I came to my senses, I asked for it but it was nowhere to be found."

"Raccoon Monst - pardon, I mean Miss Burnside and I searched the stone circle for it," Vernier declared. "But we could find no trace."

"I assume it melted back into the mist from whence you conjured it. But all of its contents are safe up here!" Rebecca tapped her forehead. "I have an excellent memory! In my dream, Reynard told me the key to magick. When I awoke, I tried snapping my fingers to make lights, and got a faint glow from my fingertips. I've been practicing constantly for the past week -"

"She really has been snapping her fingers all the time," Vernier verified.

"And now I can make four or five little sparks!" Rebecca finished triumphantly, with another finger snap to illustrate her point.

[arklay]

14, 31, 36 for our beloved ewskers <3

14. anything they both dread?

oh i could talk about so many things here huh... losing each other, being controlled or manipulated, being forgotten, their research efforts and life's work proving meaningless etc etc a lot of stuff they probably won't ever admit lmao but yeah, the whole being controlled one hurts a lot for him especially if you know the whole 'was 46 years old when he found out he was basically a science experiment' so uh that causes a spiral. this is ironic for diana though considering certain situations. the being forgotten one i don't think they have to worry about though, considering the reach they had is still talked about many years after he died and she vanished

losing each other makes me mentally ill though. and that can be taken in any way you want, they're all fitting. but as you can imagine with their line of work, there is one way that's more pressing than the rest, considering it has almost happened multiple times on both ends. diana was almost killed in an attempt to "dispose" of her some time after these two got married, due to her undercover position being suspected, then she was dangerously close to being targeted again by her original employers a few years later because of her wavering loyalties. we all know the two major times he has uh. died. (or like... technically didn't die, but was clinging to life). and of course how much that second time really affected diana. early on before his infection with the prototype virus, diana did worry at times with his job, but afterwards they both got cocky with his almost invincibility, not thinking anything could really bring him down because of his abilities. that changes again after she spent years regenerating his body, she is a lot more paranoid that she will lose him again after that

an extension of that also is for a few years he actually dreaded that while he wasn't ageing, she'd continue to do so and eventually die before him, so i think that was a kind of hidden motivation for him with collecting the virus samples – to not just make something that would be profitable with bioweapons (or later, some grand goal), but to grant her the same abilities as him so that they would stay by each other's sides and be "immortal" together... it's the mutual obsession for me lmao

31. do they finish each other's sentences? pick up any phrases or habits from each other? know when the other is hiding something?

i don't think they've ever finished each other's sentences, no matter how well they know each other and can anticipate what the other is going to say next. the only time they would interrupt the other is if it was while they're being menaces (wink), to purposefully get on the other's nerves in a playful way, or if one of them (usually diana) is rambling while upset and the other needs to ground them. they both view it as extremely rude and poor manners, and at least for diana she wouldn't continue what she was going to say if someone interrupted her. it's one of the reasons she enjoys his company so much, because he always just sits back and listens when she speaks, and sometimes even remains quiet until he's sure she is done with her thought process

diana picked up "dear" from him lmao she didn't typically use terms of endearment before meeting him, but when she gets called "my dear" and "dearheart" so often, it's kind of inevitable. i feel like in terms of habits, diana like subconsciously starts to exercise a little more because of him, not really intense workouts or anything, but taking walks for breaks during her work day and joining in on some of his more active interests. also probably bringing little protein bars to work as snacks instead of the junk she was eating before. with him i can see him picking up differences in terms between where they're from, you know? diana doesn't really use slang per se, but just little things like calling them capsicums instead of bell peppers, runners instead of sneakers, icy poles instead of popsicles, i don't know, just things like that

they always know when the other is hiding something. they're both really good at reading people, him more so than her though, and they just know each other so well. so when there's the slightest shift in tone, little gestures or habits they've picked up over time that would indicate the other isn't saying everything they want to, they know right away. even early on in their relationship, despite the fact that he didn't know specifically that she was undercover in umbrella, he had a feeling she was hiding something, he just couldn't find evidence of what because of how well her company covered her tracks and how she was just good at her job

36. what's their greatest strength as a couple? their weakness?

funnily enough, considering how just reserved they both are, communication is probably their greatest strength as a couple, even though there's a certain timeframe when it wasn't at its strongest, but let me explain. whenever they're upset, they always bring it to the other's attention, they discuss it instead of sitting on it, then they apologise and move on. they take what the other has said and how it made them feel into consideration for the future and do their best to not let whatever happened happen again. the only time they ever fell short with this was during the whole uroboros project situation, and that's why tensions built up, but that's the only time out of the decades they've known each other, and it served as a lesson for them both to never repeat that mistake – because they realised why they'd always worked so well together before. (i could also probably say the whole telling each other their feelings, but that was more because of them not realising their own feelings rather than like not communicating over it, you know?)

and they always listen, giving their full attention when the other is talking and listening to each other's perspectives, which is extremely important. there are just rarely misunderstandings during disagreements or discussions because they always make things clear and don't tiptoe around things (obviously besides before they were actually together but alas). another thing as well is that when they know a certain topic is making the other uncomfortable, they don't push, either waiting for them to lead the conversation or dropping it until a later date when they want to bring it up instead. also just the way they speak and their humour in general really bounces off one another, like they just get each other, and there are very rarely moments of miscommunication

it's really hard for me to think of a weakness and idk this question kind of made me spiral a bit lmao because like it's "as a couple" which is getting me. because i was thinking about maybe something with emotions, but like that's not true for them. like even though diana sometimes has trouble articulating her feelings, it's not a weakness of them as a couple because he is always patient with her, and will prompt her and they can talk about it, but there's no difficulties between them because one of them may need a bit more time with something, if that makes any sense? idk guess they are just perfect together <3 (i'm joking, i just can't think of any big and like consistent difficulties that would be considered a weakness to their dynamic)

send me a ship and a number and i'll tell you!

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The Tomb of Ligeia

The last of Roger Corman’s Edgar Allan Poe adaptations is almost the best until they screw it on the dismount. Robert Towne’s script for THE TOMB OF LIGEIA (1964, The Criterion Channel) has more psychological horror than the previous entries and for the most part approaches its haunted house plot with an ambiguity and subtlety reminiscent of the best Val Lewton films. It opens with the burial of Verden Fell’s (Vincent Price) wife, Ligeia (Elizabeth Shepherd), who has sworn that her will can surmount death. It’s an unusual horror scene, shot in daylight, yet still manages to shock when the dead woman’s eyes suddenly open after her black cat leaps on the coffin. Months later, Price meets the decidedly healthier and pluckier Lady Rowena (Shepherd again), who becomes fascinated with him. He’s not moved when she takes the initiative, but when he rescues her after she follows the cat into a treacherous bell tower, they marry. They return to his home, a decaying abbey, long enough to sell it, only to have indications of Ligeia’s presence haunt them both. Corman sustains the mood beautifully up to the climax, with a moving camera and the occasional off-balance angle to generate suspense. The film looks terrific, featuring the only extensive use of exteriors in the series and a great location at a decaying priory in Norfolk. Hammer regular Arthur Grant did the Eastmancolor cinematography, while Kenneth V. Jones supplied the symphonic score. And Shepherd is quite marvelous in her dual roles, easily the feistiest of Corman’s Poe heroines. No matter how terrorized she is, she keeps looking for answers. Price isn’t quite as effective. He’s too old for the part (AIP forced Corman to cast him rather than first choice Richard Chamberlain) and his efforts at restraint lead to some hollow line readings. But the film’s overall effect makes up for it until the picture reaches a perfectly satisfactory conclusion and then keeps going. It’s as if Corman had to fall back on the endings of his pervious Poe films, only in this case that means going over the top in the wrong way. At least Shepherd has one effectively ambiguous moment at the end. But to get there you have to sit through more shots of that damned barn Corman burnt down to make HOUSE OF USHER (1960). They haunt the Poe series like the ghost of the biggest bore you ever met.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

alphabet boy II

SYNOPSIS: college AU. Armin, your brilliant tutor, invites you over to his house for some studying. Naturally, you're nervous and he seems to be giving you a reason to be.

PAIRING: SCUMBAG!Tutor Armin x FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: half edited, noncon/dubcon, fingering, non-penetrative sexual content. gaslighting, manipulating,

A/N: really need the motivation to write again and I've been slacking on my multi-parters so here's a somewhat highly anticipated one. Armin fuckers, this is for you. non-Armin fuckers, I hope this converts you

WORD COUNT: 2.0k

II. I.

“You’re not paying attention.”

You feel his voice right by the shell of your ear, and the proximity nearly makes you reel back in surprise but you manage to catch yourself.

“S-sorry” You apologize, wishing you didn’t stutter.

The thing is you’re just really out of your element. This is the first time you’ve been to Armin’s house for personal tutoring, and it was hard to focus on the material when his presence was so distracting.

It wasn’t like you were fantasizing about him or anything [well…]-you always tried to banish those thoughts as soon as it came. But still, being alone with an attractive boy with a disarming charm was causing some jitters. You felt like a shy middle schooler, on edge and jittery.

The last tutoring session in the library when he [basically] called you stupid plagued your mind. The memory of him feeling up your thighs lived in your head rent-free.

“Let’s take a break.” He sighs. Your heart drops at the noise of disappointment but you suppose it’s what you deserve.

You push your laptop lightly aside on the table, the bleak light straining your eyes, and ask for the bathroom. You just wanted to freshen up and be alone for a few seconds. The bathroom is meticulously clean, something even you knew was unexpected for a boy. You looked at yourself through the spotless mirror, scrutinizing every flaw.

You sigh, fiddling with your dress collar. Why you had tried dressing pretty for a boy so out of your league, he may as well be in Mars--you didn’t know.

When you return, there is a tall glass of lemonade waiting for you.

“Thought you might be thirsty.”

It’s a simple gesture that makes you blush so you thank him earnestly. Like the gentleman he is, he assures you it’s no problem. Not wanting to prolong the awkward silence, you compliment his apartment, “This is a really nice place. So much light and space.”

You’re babbling but he engages you regardless, and you two are mindlessly discussing the benefits of living at off-campus housing over dorming. His words are pleasant but there’s a sinking feeling within you as you notice he’s bored. Or maybe distracted was a better word.

“So, do you have a boyfriend? Or anyone you’re seeing?”

You nearly choke at the question uttered through a buttery voice.

“Oh um, not really.”

“Not really?”

You made a mental note to answer in definitives. Armin seemed the type to snuff out anything he reasoned as half-truths.

“No. I uh, don’t have a boyfriend.” And then you clarified a pin-drop later, “And I’m not seeing anyone either.”

The blond hums a playful tune that’s vaguely nostalgic.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

You don’t understand the point of this line of incessant questioning, and can’t calm your heart rate.

“I-um, I don’t-“

Taking one look at your serious face, eyes rimmed with worry and cheeks pink, he laughs. It’s a startling sound like bell chimes.

“Relax. I just wanted to know if you had any experience.”

The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can even ponder it: “What do you mean by experience?”

It’s not his fault if he can’t hide the feral grin that crosses his mouth right at that moment. You can’t discern his expression as you’re staring at anywhere but him, so you don’t notice the uncontained excitement that glimmers in cerulean eyes.

“Let’s move to the couch. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

You think about saying that you’re fine wherever you are and didn’t really feel like changing positions, but he’s already striding towards the couch. So you start packing up the materials, before a clear voice calls out to you, “It’s okay. You don’t have to bring all that. Just bring your flashcards.”

You hoped that wouldn’t mean he’d quiz you, but that’s exactly what he meant to do.

“Law of diminishing returns.”

“Wait! I know that one!” You brightly exclaimed, “ Uhh..it gives way to the catch-up effect which means poor countries tend to grow more rapidly and they’ll one day essentially catch up with wealthier economies.”

The blond ran his hand through his hair before sighing. You could feel your heart drop. You were sure you were right. Was your answer wrong enough to cause exasperation?

“Stick with the formal definition next time. I didn’t ask for the theory based on the law.”

You pouted, and Armin couldn’t help but relish in how eagerly you sought his approval, like a puppy performing tricks to appease their master.

“You should sit closer. Can you even see the word?”

You moved closer to him, knees knocking into each other. He looks down at the completed set.

“Well, you didn’t do as bad as I expected.” Ouch. But maybe he meant it as a compliment?

“But,” the corners of his mouth curled, “I’d say you’re still struggling.” Never mind.

“T-this is a new chapter though. I don’t think we’ve even gone over it in class.”

Blue eyes narrow, and you wonder if he’s going to give the well-meaning spiel about how staying ahead was the only way to keep up. That mantra may work for someone with high ambitions and an extremely good work ethic but you were no well-oiled machine. You had other classes too!

“Why are you so defensive?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at the question, spoken so softly and casually, you almost miss the disdained lilt.

“Oh uh-“

“Listen to me. I quizzed you so I’m able to assert your skill level. And your response to my assertion is that it’s something you haven’t gone over in class yet. Do those things relate to each other at all?”

Meekly, you shift your attention to the rug.

“Answer me.”

“N-no”, you squeaked.

“And what have I always told you? The only way to keep up is to-“

“Stay ahead.” You finished, “I’m sorry, I just-“

“Did I say you could interrupt me?”

You could feel the blood rushing to your ears, unsure when the atmosphere had shifted. Your heartbeat was beating rapidly and you could feel your body go warm.

He sighed, and placed a hand over over your folded ones, squeezing your palms.

“You know I’m just looking out for you right? It almost feels like you don’t care-“

“No!” You exclaim, “I-I do.” Heat pools into your cheeks once you realize your grave mistake, “I-I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

The blond smiles radiantly and it nearly melts away all of your worries…until he opens his mouth to deliver another damning remark.

“You know, with your looks…you don’t really even have to graduate. Maybe choose an easy major and then get some rich husband to take care of you.” There’s a distinct lack of humor in his tone as if he wholeheartedly believed every word he was saying.

Your eyebrows furrow in blatant confusion, and in the back of your mind, danger signs are flashing at the back of your head. Your thighs are growing warmer. Oh no, this could not be happening right now.

“That’s what most girls’ dreams are anyways.” He inspects his spotless nails, “You chose this class because Ackerman’s attractive right? That’s why his class has such a high drop rate…silly girls join, not understanding how harsh of a grader he is.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself but the next inflammatory remark he spews almost sends you to shock, “Though I bet, if you got on your knees for him, you’d be getting an A on those finals.” He laughs as if he was saying something particularly amusing, an undercurrent of spite coloring his words, “You wouldn’t even need me as your tutor.”

There are a million things on the tip of your tongue but no voice to speak them out. You want to ask him why he’s been so weirdly invasive, what his weird hang-up with professor Ackerman was, and of course, the casual sexism was really throwing you in a loop. Still, you have no doubt Armin could beat you to a bloody pulp several times over in a verbal lashing, and your mind was too fragile to deal with this.

You’ll sign up for a new tutor or better yet no tutor. You’ll get over your social anxiety and join a study group. You’ll go to all of Professor Ackerman’s office hours. Anything had to be better than this. You’re giving yourself this pep talk in your head but there’s no denying that your legs feel warm, and the self-improvement speech is withering away in your mind as it seeks to instead process how Armin fucking Arltert is touching you right now.

He pins you against the cushions, one hand locking both of your wrists. You’re shaking but your pupils are blown out wide.

He smirks, “There’s an excellent stress reliever for studying you know.”

You limp in his hold but the cocky attitude behind his words brings you back. You thrash under him, earning an annoyed growl from the blond.

“I’ve been so fucking patient with you, you know? Planning out your study guides, sharing my notes with you, proofreading homework, going over the mock exams—don’t you think I deserve a little compensation?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

He's right. He's right. Armin actually has done so much for you. Maybe it was too easy to take for granted because of how efficient he was, and how he acted like it was nothing. But right now, nothing really was everything.

He smiles. Yeah, this is who you were. Add just a little bit of pressure and you crumble. That flash of bravery from before was nothing but a petulant outburst from a child who didn’t know any better.

Armin coos, “Isn’t it a little embarrassing to be a virgin at your age?”

With unbridled precision, while he’s still holding your lower body down with the weight of his legs, he unbuckles his belt and ties it around your strained wrists. Red fills your face, and like always, you’re struggling to find the right words to respond. To say anything at all. Most of all, you can feel a wetness building at your core.

“I know the way you look at me, you know.” He kisses the dip of your neck, slender fingers splayed from under your shirt, “I know you’re into this.”

And because he is a scientist who must have evidence to back up his hypothesis, his hands find themselves under the waistband of your floral skirt that you foolishly wore, pushing the cure pastel underwear aside. You’re writhing in his grasp but maybe not as much as you should be, but it’s not your fault your movements are sluggish right?

“You have such a funny habit of not deleting your windows and keeping your bookmarks open.”

You freeze.

“This entire time I thought you were some prudish virgin even though you dress like a whore. Someone with who I had to be gentle. But all that fucking porn you read? Nasty. Is that why you need help in this class?” He punctuates slowly, "Because you're wasting your brain for something else?"

Immediately, you remember how you left your laptop on the table. You remember how many times he used your computer to double-check the notes, and you trustingly let him, forgetting that despite deleting your tabs, the hidden windows of steamy erotica were not yet erased out of their existence. Embarrassment violently paints your body.

He doesn’t wait or care for your response as he starts a vigorous assault on your clit with his slender finger, rubbing up and down in a vicious manner. The second finger prods at your entrance, feeling a tight cavern despite the amount of slick collected. Your eyes roll back in pleasure-is this what being with someone is like?

Stop. Get a hold of yourself. Why are you so fucking horny right now? It doesn’t matter what Armin said about you or how he called you out for the fiction you’ve read, because this is real life. But Christ, it’s Armin, the boy you’ve had a crush on since the moment he explained to you what a marginal abasement curve was. Stupidly handsome Armin with a gentle voice and too-blue oceanic eyes. Stupidly handsome Armin who coerced you into being under him.

You’re so fucking warm and tight, and Armin can’t wait to sink himself inside of you, can’t wait to humiliate you further. With nimble fingers he untied the ribbons of your dress like you were a Christmas present, groping your soft mounds and marking up your collarbone with teeth and tongue. Crystalline tears roll down the side of your face. You really shouldn’t be crying when you’re this wet.

“So fucking funny how you can’t look at me in the eye when we have a conversation but you read the filthiest fucking smut I’ve ever seen.”

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[queenshelby]

Gypsy Bride (One Shot)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Mention of Self Harm, Arranged Marriage, SMUT, Loss of Virginity

Total Words: 8,083 (both parts below)

Parts:

·      Part One – Husband and Wife

·      Part Two – Consummating Finally

Notes: I will be writing another One Shot which will be called ‘Goodbye Marie’. This One Shot will follow on from this story but can also be read on its own.

Part One

It was 9am on a cold Saturday morning. You had been awake for several hours already and barely managed to get any sleep at all the night before.

It was your wedding day and you were nervous to say the least. This was a wedding you didn’t want, a marriage doomed from the beginning.

Your father had recently taken over the business of importing heroine into the United Kingdom from his brother who, due to unfortunate circumstances arranged by your father, was shot during police interference.

In your culture, it was customary to only form alliances with people you trust, mainly family. But, since you and your mother were both only children as a result of a curse impaled on your family decades ago, your family was much smaller than other gypsy families.

In cases like this, alliances were formed by expanding family through marriage.

You had no say in the matter and your father was determined to expand his business through such alliance.

So, today, you were to marry Thomas Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders.

You knew that Thomas Shelby was shipping heroine to the United States and had recently lost his supply from the Chinese. The deal your father was offering Thomas was lucrative and allowed the Shelby Family to reinstate most of their fortune which they had lost in the stock market crash earlier this year.

Your father, however, did not trust Thomas Shelby and insisted on a traditional bond between the families.

Thomas Shelby agreed and, since he was the only unmarried Shelby man of age, it was him, a man almost twice your age, who was going to be your husband.

You never met Thomas Shelby and you wondered what he was like.

You heard terrible things about him and you knew that he was both, a politician and a gangster. You knew that he was involved in drug trafficking, running brothels and killings. He was no better than your father who you despised.

You always wanted to turn a leaf on your life, get away from the illegal dealings and make an honest living. But, this dream of yours was now shattered. You were about to marry into the most notorious gangster family in the Small Heath and Birmingham area.

In the weeks leading up to your wedding, you considered ending it. This was the only way out. But then you met a man who was a priest. Every day you remembered his words. There was a purpose for you, you just may have not discovered it yet.

You never believed, but turned to God for advice after your encounter with the priest. You even began to volunteer at the local church community hall to help you keep your mind occupied.

After weeks of volunteering, you requested to be married to Thomas at the church. The priest was reluctant but agreed after you begged for long enough. Your request was granted.

And there you were, in the back rooms of the small church in Birmingham, preparing for your wedding.

As you stepped into your white wedding gown, tears were building up in your eyes. You were not ready for this, but you had to be strong.

You wiped your tears away with the white cotton tissue your mother had given you and pinned up your hair.

A maid was assigned to assist you, but you enjoyed to do your own hair and makeup.

Shortly after you sent your maid away and while you were applying your mascara, you heard a knock on the door.

You hoped that it was your mother, wishing to provide you with emotional support, but, to your surprise, it was a woman who you had never met.

She had dark brown hair and dark eyes. She was attractive and well dressed.

‘I am Polly Gray’ the woman said as she walked into your room.

‘I am Y/N’ you said nervously.

‘I figured’ she said with a laugh as she handed you her flask of whiskey.

‘Drink up Love, I think you need it, you are about to marry my nephew’ Polly said sheepishly as she stepped behind you and tied up your dress.

‘Thank you’ you said before taking a large sip from the flask.

‘You didn’t want your maid to help you with this?’ Polly asked surprised as she wiped away some of the smudged make up beneath your eyes which were still wet and teary.

‘No. I don’t like to appear weak in front of strangers’ you explained.

‘Showing weakness can sometimes be your strength Y/N’ Polly said before she asked you how old you were while she proceeded to help you with your make up.

‘I am 20’ you responded, your hands shaking.

’20?’ Polly said as she stopped what she was doing and sat down across from you.

‘Did you think I was older?’ you asked.

‘Your parents are older than me, so yes, Thomas and I did not expect you to be so young’ Polly said before she lid herself a cigarette.

‘Do you think that Thomas will be disappointed?’ you asked.

‘No Love. Let me tell you something about Thomas’ Polly said before taking a pause.

‘He has not shown any genuine interest in a woman since his late wife passed away. Whilst I disliked her, she was the only woman he ever loved. He didn’t choose you and he will probably not love you, but he will provide for you and ensure your safety. He expects loyalty in return, nothing else. So long as you are loyal, you do not need to worry about disappointing him nor do you need to be afraid of him’ Polly explained, causing you to feel some relief.

Despite the fact that you had never met this woman, she was able to provide you with the reassurance you needed.

‘Now, let’s hurry’ Polly said, standing up and finishing your make up.

‘Thank you, Ms Gray’ you said as she took your hand and smiled at you.

‘Please, call me Polly. After all, you will be family soon’ she said just before she disappeared to the hall.

Not long after Polly had left and you finished getting ready, your father arrived.

‘It’s time Y/N’ he said impatiently, not even bothering to compliment you.

You hooked into your father’s arm as he walked you towards the hall.

The Church was packed. You had many guests, mostly gypsies from different families.

Your heart sank into your stomach as you observed your future husband waiting for you at the altar.

He was wearing an elegant navy-blue suit which matched his deep blue eyes.

His hair looked immaculate and he had his hands crossed in front of him.

He was very attractive and you could barely believe that he was in his late thirties already.

Despite this, shivers ran down your back as you approached the altar. He showed no emotion at all. There was no smile on his face. In fact, there was no expression at all, just coldness.

As you took your place across from him, you observed him gazing over you for a moment, almost like he was assessing you. But his expressions didn’t change. There was no warmth.

You weren’t sure whether he liked what he saw or whether he was disappointed, possibly by the fact that you were much younger than he had expected or perhaps he preferred a different hair colour or larger breasts.

There was an awkward silence between you as you both starred at each other until, finally, the priest began to speak.

‘We are gathered here in the presence of God, family, and friends to unite Thomas Shelby and Y/N Y/LN in holy matrimony’ the priest went on to say before speaking a prayer, as per your request.

Then, it was time for the all-important question.

‘Do you Y/N Y/LN take Thomas Shelby to be your lawfully wedded husband?’ the priest asked.

‘I do’ you said nervously, starring at Tommy.

‘’And do you Thomas Shelby take Y/N Y/LN to be your lawfully wedded wife?’ the priest asked.

‘I do’ Tommy said, his hands still interlinked with each other.

‘Then, by the power vested in me by God, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride’ the priest said, but Tommy made no attempt to kiss you.

‘We might save that one for later, ey?’ Tommy said as he saw the nervousness in your face. You responded with nothing but a simple nod as you reached for his hand.

‘Are we done here?’ Tommy asked before he obliged and took your hand into his as you both stepped down from the altar and walked towards the exit of the Church.

Your families and guests were cheering as the Church bells began to ring.

You couldn’t help it but feel apprehensive and thought that, if the reception was going to be as awkward as the ceremony, this would be a long night.

Outside the church, you and your families posed for a picture before Tommy took you to his car.

There were no white horses and carriages as you had imagined on your wedding day. There was nothing romantic about this at all.

There was an awkward silence as you stepped inside his Silver Bentley. He started the car without saying a word.

You didn’t know what to say yourself and couldn’t even bare to look at him.

Just before you arrived at the reception venue, he looked over to you.

‘I am sorry you’ve been made to do this’ Tommy said, just as he stopped the car.

‘So am I’ you said as you pushed open the car door and walked inside. The weather was dreadful and you didn’t wait for Tommy.

The reception was barely a reception at all. There was nothing but business talk and your husband ignored you for the entire evening.

By that time, you were certain that he disliked you. He didn’t want this marriage any more than you did.

After several hours of easing your pain with champaign while you engaged into meaningless conversations with Arthur Shelby’s wife Linda, Tommy told you that it was time to go home.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like, your new home.

You were hoping for it to be big enough so that you didn’t have to see your husband very often and endure this awkwardness and silence between you.

The drive home was as silent as the drive to the reception venue. Tommy didn’t speak a word to you, again.

At least this gave you time to think about the task ahead.

Your mother had spoken to you about marriage and what it entails.

She had also spoken with you about consummation of your marriage, which was something you were nervous, almost fearful, about.

Whilst, in your opinion, Tommy was very attractive, you have never been with a man before and you wanted your first time to be with someone you loved not someone you just met.

You told your mother exactly that, but she explained to you how important it is to fulfill your wifely duties and keep your husband happy from the beginning and always thereafter.

The truth was that you were afraid of the pain it will entail. You knew it was going to be painful and it wasn’t as if you didn’t already have to endure enough pain on your wedding day. Your mother explained to you that you would get used to it, the pain will fade and, eventually, it becomes nothing more than a chore.

As you finally stepped out of the car and inside Tommy’s house, you were emotionally prepared for what was to come and were probably drunk enough too.

The house was larger than any other house you had ever seen. You couldn’t believe that Tommy was living in the house by himself.

Tommy took the time to personally show you the house and introduce you to the maids. That was probably the most he had spoken to you all day.

It felt somewhat surreal. This is where you were going live now, with your husband, a total stranger.

Tommy told you that you could use every room in the house as you pleased but that you were not allowed in his office or his bedroom.

‘Your bedroom? Will we not be sharing a bedroom?’ you asked, causing Tommy to chuckle.

‘No Y/N, we will not be sharing a bedroom’ Tommy said before showing you your bedroom. You were relieved to say the least.

‘You can redecorate it if you like’ Tommy said as he opened the door.

Your bedroom was large, with a study desk and your own bathroom attached to it.

It was well decorated and felt warm and welcoming.

‘Thank you’ you said turning around, causing Tommy to nod.

‘I have some work to do now. If you need anything, please call for one of the maids’ Tommy said as he excused himself.

‘Goodnight Thomas’ you said, receiving no response.

After Tommy left, you changed into your nightgown and lied down on your bed. But, there was no way that you could fall asleep just yet. You still felt uncomfortable and out of place.

After about thirty minutes, you decided to get up and make yourself a cup of tea. You weren’t used to be served by maids and enjoyed doing things for yourself.

As you wandered through the house towards the kitchen, you heard noises coming from one of the hallways.

Intrigued, you followed the hallway and observed that there was light shining from the reading room which was also where the noises came from.

You carefully approached the room, glancing in from the distance.

This when you saw Tommy, still wearing his suit while being intimate with the young blonde maid Marie to whom you were introduced earlier that evening.

Keeping quiet, you couldn’t help but stare at them.

Marie was being bent over the big oak study desk while Tommy was behind her, thrusting into her harshly and almost emotionless.

He held onto her hips tightly while she was moaning, digging her nails into the solid oak.

After five minutes of observation, you had enough and quietly walked to the kitchen where you boiled the kettle and made yourself a tea.

‘Mrs Shelby, I could have done this for you’ Francis said, startling you as you poured the hot water into the teapot.

‘That’s quite alright Francis. In fact, I enjoy being in the kitchen. Perhaps, if Thomas allows it, I could cook dinner one night?’ you said, waiting for some kind of approval.

‘That would be lovely Mrs Shelby’ Francis said before you excused yourself.

As you returned to your room you couldn’t help but think about Tommy and Marie. By no means did you blame him. But you also couldn’t help it but wonder why he didn’t take any desire in you. Did he rather want to sleep with his maid than his wife?

Was it that he disliked you or was it that he was trying to be kind, not making any advances towards you because you were forced into this marriage.

The next morning you woke at 7am after spending most of the night pondering about your future as Thomas Shelby’s wife.

After you got dressed, you walked downstairs and joined your husband for breakfast.

‘Good Morning’ you said as you sat down.

‘Good Morning Y/N’ Tommy said, glancing up from his newspaper for a moment to make eye contact with you.

‘Have you slept alright?’ he then asked.

‘Yes, thank you. The bed is very comfortable’ you said shyly.

‘That’s good’ Tommy said before continuing to read the paper.

This was all you spoke as you quietly ate your breakfast.

The next few weeks were just as quiet.

Tommy ignored you for the most part and continued to engage in sexual encounters with Marie. The worst of it was that he didn’t even bother to hide it from you.

Sometimes they would do it in the reading room, sometimes in one of the guest rooms and occasionally even in the stables.

You couldn’t help it but ask Francis about her and Francis told you that she had only been employed by Tommy for the past eight weeks. She was French and her breakfast was terrible. Clearly, she had other talents which kept your husband happy.

Just as you were in the reading room yourself, looking for a particular book, Tommy approached you.

‘Do you play chess?’ he asked.

‘Do I play chess?’ you asked surprised, closing your book. He didn’t talk to you for weeks and this was the question he wanted asked you? You were in disbelieve.

‘Yes, do you play?’ Tommy asked again as he poured himself a glass of Whiskey.

‘Yes, I do, would you like a game?’ you asked.

‘Yes, I’ve been learning. It’s somewhat boring but also extremely satisfying’ Tommy said, making you laugh.

‘It’s strategic, that’s probably why you enjoy it’ you said while you brushed your hair out of your face.

‘Please’ Tommy said as he turned around the chessboard on the coffee table, indicating for you to make your first move and begin the game.

You made your move and noticed that Tommy’s eyes wandered over to you rather than the chessboard, causing you to blush.

You played for about twenty minutes and began to make conversation, which is when you realised that Tommy had been observing you and taken an interest in what you might like.

‘I am thinking about getting another race horse’ Tommy said. ‘Perhaps you could help me choose one’ he added.

‘Me? Choose a horse?’ you asked surprised.

‘Yes. I noticed that you have taken an interest in the horses and I would like you to accompany me to the upcoming auction’ Tommy said. ‘It would be in my best interest to attend this event with my wife’ he added to justify his request.

‘I would love to attend with you’ you said with a smile.

‘There will be other members of parliament attending the auction and there will be a function afterwards. You will need to buy yourself a dress. Elegant, but simple’ Tommy said as he handed you some money.

‘Alright’ you said before moving your queen. Tommy clearly hasn’t been paying attention to the game.

‘Checkmate’ you grinned.

‘Well well, you just beat me at chess’ Tommy said as Francis walked in to the room with some tea for you.

‘Your wife is a smart woman Mr Shelby’ Francis said, giving you a wink.

‘I’ve noticed. Now would you excuse me, I have some more work to do’ Tommy said, smiling at you for the very first time.

The next day you drove into town to buy yourself a dress. By that time you had already done your research on the horses available for auction and the one you had your eye on was called ‘Emerald’.

It won two races quite recently and was slightly more expensive than the budget Tommy had given you.

With that in mind, you considered it to be fitting to purchase an emerald green dress, elegant but yet simple, just as Tommy had requested.

Over the next week, leading up to the auction, Tommy and you played chess almost every day. He hated losing and was determined to eventually beat you.

Even before the auction, he demanded a game and you made sure that you were ready for him.

A gasp escaped Tommy as you entered the reading room wearing your emerald green dress.

‘Is that alright for the auction?’ you asked shyly, wanting to ensure that Tommy approves of the dress.

‘Just missing one small detail Mrs Shelby’ he said as he handed you a box covered with black satin.

You opened the box and, inside, there was a diamond necklace with matching earrings.

‘Thomas’ you said, being stunned by the pieces of jewellery.

‘You will need to fit in Y/N. After all, you are my wife’ Tommy said as you turned around and he placed the neckless onto your neck.

After you looked at yourself in the mirror, you and Tommy played a quick game of chess before making your way to the car and drive to the auction.

At the auction, Tommy introduced you to everyone as his wife but, as usual, he kept his gestures to a minimum. He held your hand once, maybe twice, for show.

You were well spoken and engaged with the other politicians’ wives. The topics that were spoken about were of no real interest to you, but you played along for Tommy’s sake.

Later, at the function, you mingled with the same women while Tommy engaged in pollical discussions with members of parliament and judges.

You couldn’t wait for the night to be over, you were bored beyond belief.

Finally, Tommy told you that it was time for you to leave. He had further business to attend to at the Garrison and you requested that he take you along.

He reluctantly agreed and, as you arrived, the Garrison was packed with drunk men.

You were glad to see Polly and Ada again as you arrived and engaged into conversations with them before their business meeting with Tommy.

But just as Tommy turned his back on you and gave some instructions to Arthur, you were approached by another patron.

‘Good Day Love’ he said, not receiving any reaction from you.

‘Woman, I am talking to you’ he said harshly after you tried hard to ignore him.

‘Sir, please leave me alone’ you said patiently as, all of a sudden, he grabbed your wrist harshly.

‘Love, I can pay well you know. So, whatever offer you have for tonight, I will double it. It is rare to find a whore as pretty and clean as you’ the man said.

‘Get your hand of me. I am not a whore’ you said as, all of a sudden, you heard Tommy approach.

‘Ay, this is my wife you are talking to’ Tommy said harshly, pointing his gun at the man.

‘Mr Shelby’ the man said with a scared voice.

‘Now apologise to her and then fuck off before I blow your head off’ Tommy said angrily.

‘My apologies Mrs Shelby, I didn’t know’ the man said with embarrassment, his pants wet before he made a run for the door.

‘Did he just piss himself?’ Arthur said with laughter as he gave Tommy a nudge.

‘Fucking hell…this is no place for woman like you Mrs Shelby’ Arthur laughed but you weren’t in the mood for jokes. The man had grabbed your wrist harshly and you were somewhat scared by his determination.

‘Are you alright?’ Tommy asked, his hands running over your upper arms.

‘I am fine Tommy. I am sure it was just a misunderstanding’ you smiled.

‘I don’t care. No one speaks to my wife like this’ he said.

‘Now let’s get you a drink, ey? What would you like?’ Tommy asked.

‘Whiskey please’ you responded.

‘Irish or Scotch?’ Tommy asked.

‘Irish’ you responded.

‘Well, we have something in common then’ Tommy said with a smile as he asked you to join him for the business meeting.

‘Perhaps we are yet to discover a lot about each other’ you said, causing Tommy to chuckle.

‘Most people do this before they get married’ Tommy said as you followed him.

You stayed at the Garrison for another hour before you made your back to the house.

The drive was much more pleasant than before and, even though you may never be lovers, you had now found things to speak about with each other.

‘Will you have another glass of whiskey with me?’ you asked Tommy as you arrived at the house and he handed Francis both of your coats.

‘I suppose why not’ Tommy said as he walked you to the living room.

Tommy poured each of you a glass of whiskey before sitting down on the lounge next to you.

‘I enjoyed today, thank you’ you said.

‘And I enjoyed your company. You did well with all of these arrogant bastards’ Tommy smirked, causing you both to laugh.

‘You don’t like politicians much do you?’ you asked.

‘No, I fucking hate them’ Tommy smirked, causing you to laugh again. After all, he was one of them.

You talked about politics and horses for quite some time until you changed the topic.

‘Tommy?’ you said all of the blue, before pausing.

‘Yes?’ he asked curiously.

‘It is none of my business but, do you love her?’ you asked.

‘Love who?’ Tommy responded.

‘Marie. I know you have been sleeping with her’ you said.

‘No, I do not love her. I do however enjoy her company, although not so much for making conversation’ Tommy said with a chuckle.

‘Do you enjoy my company?’ you asked shyly, looking down at your glass.

‘In a different way, I do’ Tommy said.

‘In a different way, but not in the way a husband enjoys the company of his wife’ you said.

‘Listen, Y/N, neither of us have asked for this marriage. It was your father who insisted and the business between me and your father is extremely lucrative as you know. If I would have known that you are…’ Tommy said, and before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him.

‘That I am so young?’ you asked before pausing, causing Tommy to sigh. ‘If you would have known, you would have forgone the deal?’ you added.

‘I would have asked your father to consider a more suitable match, a trusted man of mine closer to your age’ Tommy said.

‘Well, it is what it is Tommy. There is no turning back now’ you said, taking another sip of your Whisky, before standing up.

‘I think Marie is waiting for you’ you smirked before excusing yourself.

As you walked to your room, tears were running down your face. You couldn’t help it but, for some reason, you wanted Tommy to be a husband to you.

Were you falling in love with him, the man you were being forced to marry? Are you asking for the impossible? Being loved by a man like Thomas Shelby?

You were devastated by thoughts that he would rather be with his maid than with his wife and wondered why he didn’t see you the way you now wanted to be seen.

First fearful about being with him, you now wanted to be with him and you certainly didn’t want him to be with your maid.

As you went to bed that night, you remembered what your mother had told you about keeping your husband happy in order to achieve a fruitful marriage.

You also remembered that, when your mother and father were in disagreement about matters or your mother was worried about your father’s indiscretions, she would add a little spark to their marriage with a nice meal and paying her wifely duties.

With that in mind, you decided to take things further the following week after Tommy returns from his business trip.

Part Two

‘Good Evening Mr Shelby, how as your trip?’ Francis asked as Tommy arrived back home.

‘Fine, thank you’ Tommy said, handing Francis his coat while Marie grabbed Tommy’s bag.

‘Mrs Shelby prepared dinner sir’ Francis said.

‘She did?’ Tommy asked surprised.

‘Yes, sir. She is waiting for you in the dining room’ Francis said.

‘Do we have guests?’ Tommy asked, causing Francis to shake her head.

‘No sir, just you and Mrs Shelby and she said that you do not wish to disturbed’ Francis said, causing Tommy ponder before he excused Francis, allowing her to finish some of her chores.

‘Will I see you later Thomas?’ Marie asked, causing Tommy to nod before walking to the dining room.

As he entered the dining room, he saw you sitting at the table wearing a beautiful but yet revealing black satin dress and the diamonds he had bought for you to wear at the auction.

Your hair was open, long curls falling over your shoulder.

You were wearing dark eye shadow and red lipstick and your skin smelled like musk and flowers.

‘Good Evening Thomas’ you said with a smile.

‘Is this a special occasion?’ Tommy asked, causing you to shake your head.

‘No, I just thought I would cook something nice for my husband’ you smirked before calling Marie for some wine and telling her that she may serve dinner.

‘You know she will probably burn whatever you prepared’ Tommy said jokingly. He knew that you were very well aware that serving food and food preparation wasn’t one of her chores.

‘I am sure she’s got other qualities’ you said cheekily.

As you talked and ate together, you discovered that Tommy had a pretty bad week.

Amongst other things, he told you about a man called Mosley whom he had met in London two days ago and problems with one of the judges. After that, you moved on to discuss more pleasant matters.

‘Would you like a game of chess and a whiskey to end the day?’ you asked as hours had paused.

‘Alright’ Tommy said and it wasn’t until you got up from your chair and walked with him towards the reading room that he saw the entirety of your dress, which complimented your curves.

‘You look beautiful in this dress Y/N’ Tommy said, not sure what else to say in that moment.

‘We have been married for 6 weeks now and this is the first time you have complimented me’ you said with a smile.

‘I didn’t consider it to be appropriate’ Tommy said as he sat down next to you, handing you a glass of whiskey.

‘I am your wife Tommy’ you smiled. ‘Do you not find me attractive?’ you asked.

‘I do. But, considering the circumstances surrounding our marriage and your age, making any advance towards you would have interfered with my conscience ‘Tommy said.

‘And I am grateful for that Tommy. But, whilst I can be in a loveless marriage, I cannot be in a marriage without any emotion at all’ you said suggestively.

‘So, what do you suggest?’ Tommy asked.

‘I suggest that we consummate our marriage and give it the chance it deserves’ you said, causing Tommy to chuckle.

‘Consummate our marriage, ey?’ Tommy said. He was surprised by your proposal.

‘Yes, unless you rather fuck your maid than your wife’ you said sheepishly and with a smirk. It was clear to Tommy that you were being sarcastic and he began to like this mischievous side of you.

‘Well then Mrs Shelby, shall we go to my room or yours?’ Tommy smirked.

‘Mine’ you said determined as you stood up and offered him your hand.

As you and Tommy arrived at your bedroom, Tommy closed the door behind you while you crossed to the bed to turn on the bedside lamp.

The light was just enough to show him all that he needed to see and no more than you wished to reveal.

Tommy walked over towards you as you stood next to the bed.

Leaning in from behind you, he swept your hair over one of your shoulders and pressed a kiss against the back of your neck while one of his hands dragged the zipper of your dress down tooth by tooth.

Slipping his hands beneath the fine satin, Tommy pushed the dress downward and letting it fall to the ground.

Taking a step back, he admired you, studying every tiny detail of your entire body.

Watching you turn, Tommy reached out and a smile flitted across his lips when you slid your hand into his before stepping up flush against him.

‘You haven’t even kissed your wife yet’ you said shyly before leaning in and pressing your lips on Tommy’s lips.

His lips were soft and tasted like Whiskey. He was a good kisser and it wasn’t long until his tongue found its way into your mouth.

The kiss soon became urgent and heated while Tommy’s hands moved behind your back, unclipping your bra. It landed on the floor right next to your dress.  

His hands were urgently exploring every part of you and you could feel his erection press against you.

As he ran his hands over your firm breasts and breathed deeply, it was clear to you now that he desired you.

‘Tommy?’ you said with a hasty voice as his hand wandered lower, wanting him to slow down. Your heart was pounding by that time and some apprehension had set in.

‘Yes’ Tommy said while he took off his shirt, letting it join your dress in holy matrimony.

‘I haven’t done this before’ you said with some embarrassment as you rested your hands on his bare chest while your eyes were exploring his tattoos.

‘You have never had sex before?’ Tommy asked with slight worry in his voice, causing you to bite your lip and shake your head.

‘Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Tommy asked, running his hand gently over your cheek.

‘Yes Tommy, I am sure. I want to be yours’ you said.

‘You are mine regardless Y/N’ Tommy said with a slight laugh as he caressed your face. In his mind, he had already claimed you. You were his wife.

‘Please Tommy, I want you’ you said with a smile.

‘Alright, I will take it slow then but you must tell me if I hurt you’ Tommy said concerned, causing you to nod. It’s been over 20 years since he had been anyone’s first and this was not something he expected having to encounter again.

Tommy’s touch became gentler almost immediately and you loved the softness of his fingertips on your skin.

His fingers were exploring every corner of your body, for now steering clear from your most intimate parts, while your tongues danced in sync with each other.  

After some more passionate kisses, you let your eyes rove over the expanse of his chest and down the ridges in his torso, which was an area of his body you didn’t dare to look at until then.

You bit the corner of your lip shyly as you pushed the zipper of his pants down with a single fingertip, the fingers of your other hand relieving the button.

You almost let out a soft laugh when Tommy let out a sigh of relief as the pressure lightened considerably around his bulge which was now hidden only behind the thin fabric of his briefs.

Even through the fabric, he seemed huge and for a moment you doubted your decision but then you looked up at him and every ounce of niggling doubt was erased from your mind as his blue eyes gazed into yours.

Tommy stepped out of his shoes and let his trousers nose-dive to the ground as he stepped forward, guiding you back to the bed that stood center stage in the gigantic room.

Brushing his fingertips across your cheek, Tommy rubbed the curve of your side and laid you gently back on the bed.

‘I think I got lucky, having such a beautiful wife’ Tommy said as he lowered himself onto the bed and before exchanging another passionate kiss with you.

Tommy’s lips soon made their way from your mouth to your neck and then over to your breasts.

Every little kiss or touch made your heart gallop within your chest, your blood pounding through your veins, soaring through your body at speeds greater than that of light or sound, or so it felt.

Brushing your fingers through Tommy’s hair as he explored your body, you caressed his cheek and stared down at him, your hips rising subconsciously as Tommy teased the soft skin of your abdomen with tiny kisses and nibbles.

There was a fleeting moment of second guessing when Tommy’s fingertips edged beneath the lacey edge of your panties but as soon as he kissed the skin he revealed it was gone.

Your hips were again rising as Tommy removed the scrap of dark fabric from the apex of your thighs to reveal a silky smooth mound of flesh and the now engorged rosebud of your clit.

Hearing him gasp at the sight, you blushed but followed it with a moan as Tommy leaned down and kissed it once, the length of his tongue sweeping out to take a taste of your secret delicacy.

This was something you didn’t expect. What on earth was he doing?

As you were completely naked before him and he was so close to your most intimate parts, you felt more vulnerable than you had ever been in your entire life but you didn't regret it.

Everything that Tommy did to you in that moment made you jump out of your skin in the most wonderful ways possible.

After he gently ran his tongue over your slit a few times, Tommy told you to relax as he pulled gently at your leg and you slowly let them fall open.

You tried hard not to tense up and, even though you didn't know what he was planning on doing, what he did so far felt good so you were willing to give all of yourself to him.

‘That’s it’ Tommy said after you took a deep breath and relaxed your body.

Tommy took this moment to dip his tongue inside of you gently, causing a loud moan to escape you.

His tongue was skilled, moving in and of you slightly while his hands pressed your legs apart gently.

Tommy then moved his tongue over your clit, flicking it slightly and causing you to make a high pitch noise of some sort.

‘Tommy’ you moaned at the sensation. It was almost too intense.

You closed your eyes as waves of pleasure coursed through your body while Tommy kept pleasuring you with his tongue.

When Tommy's fingers finally brushed against your entrance to join his tongue, you gasped and jumped.

‘Tommy’ you moaned but were also slightly worried about what he might do with his fingers.

Tommy’s erection was throbbing from within his briefs but he knew very well that he would have to take it very slow. As much as he wanted to be inside of you right then and there, he was aware that there was some preparation to be done.

With trembling fingers Tommy gently spread your virgin lips open and let his finger brush against your clit while his tongue continued to run through your folds.

He heard her sharp intake of breath from you when he guided his finger inside of you carefully while his tongue played with your clit.

By that time, you were soaked and he could feel the juices coating his finger.

As he pushed his finger deeper inside of you, he could hear your soft cry of surprise and you arched your back up suddenly.

‘Just relax’ Tommy said as he could feel no resistance inside of you.

He pressed you gently back to the bed and dropped more kisses against your virgin lips before circling against your clit again.

You closed your eyes tight and held your body completely still.

‘Tommy, oh god’ you moaned as he moved his finger in and out of you slowly, over and over again.

You were tight around his finger and had no idea how he would possibly fit his cock inside of you.

It wasn’t long until you moved your hips upward, showing Tommy that you were enjoying what he was doing to you.

Tommy sucked hard at your clit, loving it with his tongue as he slid a second finger inside of you carefully and started sawing it in and out.

‘Tommy’ you cringed at the pressure, causing him to slow down again and holding his fingers steady until the pressure eased.

When he could feel you relax, he began moving his fingers in and out of you again and it wasn’t long until you felt a very unfamiliar tightening in your belly.

‘Tommy, oh my god, please don’t stop’ you begged as your breathing started coming out heavier.

Unlike you, Tommy knew that you were close to having an orgasm and he increased the pressure of his tongue around your clit while continuing to move his fingers in and out of you.

Still unsure about what was happening inside of you, you grabbed onto the sheets as, suddenly, a feeling of ecstasy rushed through you.

‘Tommy, fuck’ you screamed, not being able to control yourself while your orgasm washed over you.

Tommy couldn’t help but smile against your flesh as you coated his fingers in your juices.

After you had come down from your high, Tommy slowly pulled his fingers out of you and moved up the bed to kiss you passionately.

You could taste yourself on Tommy’s lips. It was strange, but you enjoyed it.

‘I don’t know what just happened. I hope the maids didn’t hear me’ you said totally embarrassed as your lips drifted apart.

‘If they didn’t then they are clearly deaf’ Tommy laughed.

‘Oh my god, how embarrassing’ you said. ‘I didn’t expect…’ you said, and before you could finish your sentence, Tommy interrupted you.

‘You didn’t expect it to feel that good?’ Tommy asked, causing you to shake your head.

‘Well, Mrs Shelby, I will make you feel good every day from now on’ Tommy grinned before kissing you again.

‘Is that a promise Mr Shelby?’ you asked in between more passionate kisses while your hand moved in between his legs and beneath his briefs.

‘It’s a promise’ Tommy said as he let out a small groan as you began to stroke his hard cock.

He was thicker than you had expected and your nervousness returned in an instant as he took off his briefs.

‘We can wait if you want’ Tommy said as you continued to stroke his hard cock with your hand.

‘No Tommy, I want to feel all of you’ you said with a gentle voice before Tommy ran his hands lovingly over your legs, pushing them apart all the way, much further than he did earlier.

You took in a deep breath as you gazed into Tommy’s blue eyes while he rested himself in between your legs.

He smiled and kissed you softly. You knew that, what was about to follow would hurt. Nonetheless, you wanted him inside of you so badly.

‘We will take it slow, alright?’ Tommy said with a reassuring voice.

You brought your arms up around Tommy’s neck and pulled his lips to yours, kissing him softly once again.

‘I trust you’ you said, looking deep into his eyes after your lips drifted apart.

With his look fixated on you, Tommy reached down between your legs and grasped his cock in his hand before rubbing his tip against your soaking entrance.  

You moaned softly as you felt the head of his cock pressing against you. But, as soon as you could feel him push inside of you, you inhaled roughly.

‘Tommy’ you moaned as he slowly pressed forward with his hips.

 You couldn’t help it but gasp as you felt him start to enter you.

You dug your hands into his shoulder and held onto him tightly as you felt yourself being stretched.

‘Fuck’ Tommy groaned lightly, trying to force himself to go slow. It took more willpower than he had expected not to simply plunge into you as you were incredibly tight around him.

Pushing into you slowly, inch by inch, he finally felt your barrier. He stopped and looked down at you.

You gave your husband the look of approval as you tightened the hold on his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Tommy leaned down, pressing his lips onto yours just before he nudged forward and slipped past that barrier.

As your fingernails dug into the flesh on his shoulders, Tommy swallowed your moan that was different from all the others you let loose earlier that night.

It was indeed painful and some small tears escaped your eyes as he filled you completely.

Tommy kissed away your tears before cradling you against him as he paused once more, giving you some time to adjust.

It was killing him to hold still but he wanted to wait until you were ready.

As you adjusted to him inside of you, the last sliver of pain disappeared and was overtaken by pleasure.

Tommy could feel you starting to relax and move beneath him as he continued to place small kisses on your neck.

He moaned as he felt your small movements and it tugged on his cock.

It wasn’t long until he began to move himself, small and gentle thrusts to start with.

Your thighs clenched and your toes flexed, your hips rising in vain to meet his again only to be pressed back into the bed when he sank back into you.

‘Oh god Tommy’ you moaned loudly. You could've screamed right then and there, from the highest point on the face of the earth, from the insane amount of pleasure you felt.

‘You are so god damn beautiful’ Tommy said as he continued to thrust into, picking up in speed and force.

Your nipples grazed his chest every time your hips collided as your movements became syntonised with his.

Every movement he made, no matter how small, brought a new sound out of you, your voice cresting and dropping to new highs and lows that you never even thought you would reach let alone soar passed regularly.

His thrusts soon became more urgent and you pressed into him firmly, wanting him to burry himself into you over and over again.

By that time, you had lost count of how many times the pressure had built within the cradle of your hips only to explode like a weapon of mass destruction, bringing copious amounts of toe-curling, eye-clenching amounts of pleasure so great that it seemed impossible that the next surge would ever top its predecessor.

By the sounds of your moans, Tommy knew that you were getting close to another orgasm and he was getting so close himself.

He held tight to your hips as he drove hard and fast in and out of you, making you whimper with need.

‘Oh my god Tommy, yes’ you moaned and begged slamming back against him the best you could.

Your body was wound so tight you felt like your body was going to come apart any second.

Your legs began to shiver and your walls were tightening around him as your orgasm came at you like a freight train.

‘Tommy’ you screamed at the top of your lungs, sending him over the edge also.

You came in sync with each other and, with the next thrust, he filled you with his warm cum and coated your insides, flooding you just as you did the exact same thing to him.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned as his thrusts became sloppier while you both came down from your highs.

Moments later, Tommy collapsed next to you before pulling you closer for a kiss.

‘Are you alright?’ Tommy asked, running his hands over your cheek.

‘Yes’ you said quietly but with a big smile on your face.

‘The next time will be easier’ Tommy said, causing your eyes to light up.

‘You know I will hold you to the promise you made me earlier Tommy’ you said.

‘I was hoping that you would’ he grinned before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you onto his chest.

‘Will you stay with me tonight?’ you said as Tommy was brushing through your hair with his fingers.

‘Yes. Tonight and every night from now on if you want me to’ Tommy said gently.

Your body felt relaxed and at ease and, for the first time in six weeks, you felt comfortable in your own bed with your husband right beside you.

That night, he showed you a side of himself you hadn’t seen before, a side you were seeing yourself fall in love with it.

With Tommy holding you close, it wasn’t long until you drifted off to sleep.

But you weren’t the only who felt relaxed and at ease.

Tommy watched you sink into your dreams and a smile emerged on his face. He felt a familiar warmth washing over him, something he thought he wouldn’t be able to feel again.

As he turned off the bedside lamp, he felt a happiness that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Unlike other nights, he wasn’t afraid to drift off to sleep because he knew that, tonight, there would be no nightmares and no memories of Grace, there would only be you.