#idk i missed bill and felt like making gifs

[esperastra]

- Can I ask you a personal question? - No. - Can I anyway? - Yes.

[jaynaneeya]

Cinematic parallels: sometimes it's just really hard to tell if someone is dead or drunk.

[itsmealaiah]

"Make me feel good"

TW: phone sex, fingering, masturbation, egging on, cumming to someone's words, dirty talk, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns

Request: I need Bill 2007 Smut where i/we (idk) are Togheter with Him And he is on Tour and He calls me/us? Because hes horny And its night time And yes he calls us With Video call or something Idk And You know...Call Sex and stuff😭 (DONT DO IT IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING THIS!💋❤)

Rating: 18+, mdni

WC: 1k

The air was thick with anticipation as you called bill. It was always like this when Bill was on tour, and tonight was no different. Your heart raced in your chest as you stared at your phone for what seemed like ever, waiting to hear a voice. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, bill answered.

"Hey, gorgeous," he purred, his voice low and smooth as silk. "Miss me already?"

You couldn't help but smile, the familiar warmth in his tone making you feel instantly more at ease. "Of course I do, you know I always do." You glanced around, making sure you were alone in your room. It was late, the moon shining brightly through your window, casting a soft glow over everything. "So, what's on your mind?"

There was a playful grin in Bill's voice as he answered. "Well, I was just thinking about how much I want you…and how much I wish you were here with me tonight." His voice trailed off suggestively. "You know how it is when I'm on tour, babe."

You swallowed hard, feeling a familiar heat pool in your core. "I know, I miss it too. And I miss you." You paused, taking a deep breath. "So, what did you have in mind?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Bill chuckled, voice husky. "Well, I was thinking…maybe we could have a little fun?" His eyes glinted mischievously. "You know, over the call?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. "Are you talking about…call sex?" you asked, the question barely more than a whisper.

He nodded. "Yeah, baby. That's exactly what I'm talking about. I've been thinking about it all day, and I can't wait to feel you under me." His voice lowered even more, taking on a sensual quality that made your heart race. "I want to touch you, taste you…be inside you."

You bit your lip, struggling to control the desire that coursed through your veins. "I want that too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm not sure if I should…what if someone hears?"

Bill smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about that, sweetness. I'll make sure nobody walks in. And besides, this is our little secret, just between us. Just a little secret between boyfriends and girlfriends.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "Okay," you whispered. "What do you want me to do?"

Bill's grin widened. "Why don't you start by telling me what you're wearing?" he purred. "I've been imagining it all day…thinking about how I'd touch you, taste you…make you feel good."

The air seemed to thicken around you as you listened to him, your heart pounding in your chest. "I'm…I'm wearing this tank top and these shorts," you managed to say, your voice barely audible. "They're gray"

Bill moaned softly, his voice husky with desire. "Gray, huh? I like the sound of that. It makes me want to get my hands on you, feel how soft your skin is." His voice dropped even lower, taking on a husky quality. "Why don't you take off your shorts for me, baby? Just slip them down nice and slow honey."

You swallowed hard, feeling a wave of heat wash over you as you stood up, slowly reaching down to take off the shorts. "Okay…" you whispered, feeling the cool air brush against your skin as you pulled them down over your hips. You stood there, naked from the waist down, the thrill of being so exposed sending shivers down your spine. "What do you want me to do now?"

"Oh, baby," Bill groaned. "That's it…that's perfect." He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he imagined you standing there, so beautiful and vulnerable. "Why don't you touch yourself for me? Show me what you do when you think about me?"

You blushed, feeling the familiar heat pooling in your core. You slipped your hand between your legs, feeling the wetness there as you began to touch yourself. Your fingers glided over your sensitive skin, mimicking the way he would touch you if he were here. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moans that rose in your throat.

"That's it, baby," Bill whispered in your ear. "Let me hear you. Show me how much you want me." His voice was husky with desire, and you could almost feel his hands on you, guiding yours. "Oh fuck, you're so wet…so beautiful."

You arched your back, pressing your hips forward as you continued to stroke yourself. "Bill…I can't…I need you," you gasped, the words tumbling out of you in a rush. He was making you lose control, making you want him so badly it hurt.

"Oh, sweetness," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I'm right here, baby. I've got you. Just let go and let me take care of you." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Why don't you come for me, honey? Show me what it feels like when you're all mine."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, the anticipation of pleasing him making your heart race even faster. You picked up the pace, your fingers moving faster against your skin, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You felt the familiar tightening in your core, the pressure building up inside you, and then, with a cry that seemed to come from deep within you, you came.

Your fingers slowed, your breathing slowed as well, your body shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure. You leaned against the door, your forehead glistening with sweat and your heart still racing. You could hear Bill's harsh breathing on the other end of the line, the sound of his desire filling the room.

"Bill…?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing. "Are you there?"

There was a long pause before he spoke. "Oh, baby," he whispered. "I'm right here. I've never been anywhere else." His voice was rough with emotion, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, even though he wasn't there.

Taglist: @madzandmore @20doozers

Also if you want to check out my other take on this, here's the link: I've gone mad

It's a lil similar and i think you'll enjoy it anon ♥️

[rotten-corpses-blog]

Just the two of us

IT’S DONE!! omfg I think this may be the best thing I have written in a long time.

Content Warning: Breeding kink, mentions of lactation, smut, slight jealousy, fluffy ending

(I’m going to say this is how reader got pregnant with their baby for that other fic, I may make a series of Billy as a dad because it’s cute. idk) 

Billy hasn’t seen you in forever and it’s starting to catch up to him. Fucking Sidney stole away his Y/N again. It feels like you and Sidney are together all the time, leaving no room for him to spend time with you. So he decided to swing by your house to see if you're there, you said you would be back by now aways.

You had just gotten back from Sidney’s house, you had been feeling horrible for ignoring your boyfriend, Billy. You really don’t mean too, you and Sid’s group project is taking longer than expected. You then heard your window open, you looked up to see Billy climb through your bedroom window. “Billy! I didn’t expect you to come today.” you said. Billy got closer to you and then pulled you into a hug. “I missed you so much, god damn Sid took you away from me.” You giggled and ran your hands through his hair. “Bills, nobody could take you away from me, we were just working on a project.” Billy nuzzled his face closer to you, and took you closer into his arms. “Yeah baby, you're mine. All mine.” he said as he started to kiss your neck. You moaned at the slight touch. The affection that Billy was giving you was starting to get more aggressive, you felt his hands run down your body towards your boobs. “God babe, I can’t wait to claim you.” Billy said, now looking into your eyes. “What do you mean by that?” you asked with a blush on your face. Billy chuckled, “I’m gonna put my children in you.” he whispered, you felt your face get even redder than it was before. You couldn’t even respond before Billy’s lips were on yours. As you two were kissing you felt Billy’s hands run down your body and then ripping off your shirt and sleep shorts. “No bra or panties?” Billy said as he looked up and down your naked body, “Shit, you're so beautiful.” You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as Billy looked at you like a wolf who caught his prey. “B-billy please.” you whined, you sounded so pathetic. “What is it baby? Billy asked, “I need you Billy…” you moaned, rubbing your thighs together to try to get some kind of friction to your aching, wet cunt. Billy looked over your body once more before getting off the bed and getting rid of his clothes. You were practically drooling over his cock the second you saw it. “Is my little breeding bitch ready for this cock? Just from the look on your face I think I know the answer.” Billy said, as got back into his place between your legs. You felt his red tip rub against your entrance, “You ready for this baby?” Billy asked in a low voice, when you nodded you felt him slide in. The pleasure you were both getting was incredible, causing you both to give out loud moans. “Oh baby, I have been thinking about this for so long. I have been just waiting to fill you up with my babies, make you a mother.” Billy groaned out, You moaned at his words and the thought of being impregnated tonight wasn’t a bad thought. Billy’s thrusts started to get faster until he was pounding you so hard your boobs were bouncing in front of him. Billy softly grabbed one of your breasts and started to squeeze it, “You have such pretty tits, they will look even better filled with milk for our babies.” Billy said as he bent his head to lick your nipple. Between Billy’s words, thrusts, and stimulation on your nipples, you were in heaven. You felt yourself come closer to an orgasm, and by way Billy was thrusting into you, he was close too. Billy quickly pulled you into a mating press and fucked you rough. “Billy! I’m gonna cum!” you yelled, “Me too baby, fuck i’m going to fill your womb!” Billy groaned after a few more thrust you felt your orgasm course through you. You loudly squealed as Billy came inside of you, coating your insides white. Billy flipped you two over and laid you on his bare chest with his cock still inside of you plugging up the cum. Your eyes met Billy’s, you always think your boyfriend is beautiful, but in this moment he looked enchanting. “I love you Billy.” you said through pants, Billy gave you one of his rare real smiles and kissed your forehead. “I love you too babe.” When you went to sleep that night you could have swore you heard Billy whisper a soft “Thank You” in your ear.

[tomssexdoll]

hi i farted

so teeeheee i was thiiiinking 2024 billiam billy buns and yk how he leaves his home a lot to go to like other places n shit idk- so this time he had to leave poor ol reader alone by themselves at their house and after, lets say, a week he finally returns home and reader is like suuwwppeerrr horny and pent up and basically like jumps on him (exaggeration🤫) like a feral dog so bill eats them out and fucks them😁😁😁😁GHERES SOMETHING IN MY EYEHHELP

I heard the door open and gasped as I saw Bill walking in, bags of luggage following him. As soon as our eyes met his stressed our expression softened, "Oh Bill!" I cried out, running to him and jumping in his arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

He chuckled and kissed me softly, "oh I missed you schatz, it's been a long fucking week" he grunted, carrying me to the couch and plopping me down, sitting next to me.

Bill often had trips outside the country, brand deals, tours, business opportunities and more. I missed him so much and felt so alone, no picture of video of his cock could fully satify me, I needed the real thing.

"Baby.." I whined, rubbing his thigh softly, he raised his eyebrow and turned to me, "right now?" I whimpered and nodded, "i've missed you so much.." I bit my lip, getting on his lap.

He sighed and picked me up again, carrying me to our shared bedroom where I was neglected for a week. He threw me on, riding my huge shirt up and kissing my clothed pussy softly.

"Missed this pussy so much..fuck" he groaned, sliding my panties down and parting my folds with his tongue, latching onto my clit and sucking on it roughly.

"Ohhh fuck!" I moaned, grabbing onto his hair and tugging roughly on it, the pleasure hitting me like a fucking bus. "So tasty.." he laughed menacingly, flicking his tongue at my sensitive nub.

"Mmm!" I cried out, bucking my hips up and moving my clit on his tongue faster, desperatly needing release. He could sense my desperation and smirked, wrapping his arms around my thighs and shoving his face in my pussy, licking and slurping roughly.

I groaned, throwing my head back, my lips parting slightly.

"Cum on my tongue baby..make me proud" he grunted, his attack continuing on my clit, building up my orgasm little by little. Eventually I felt a knot form in my stomach, twisting and turning as the pleasure become unbearable, I needed to cum so bad.

"Fuckk! Fuck!" I whimpered, my legs shaking as I came, my juices coating his tongue. He smirked and licked my pussy dry, leaving no evidence of my orgasm.

"Flip over baby..need this cock in you so bad" he growled lowly, forcing me to flip over and get on my hands and knees. I heard his pants drop, his tip meeting my entrance as he got ready to fuck me.

He pushed in, shoving himself in me, leaving me no time to react. I gasped, feeling his cock stretch me out. I was still getting used to Bills size, he was pretty big, 8 inches to be exact. Girthy too.

We've been dating for 4 years yeah but when he goes away for long periods of time it hurts even more, he's usually gentle but we were so desperate that the pain didn't even register.

I groaned, holding onto the sheets tightly, my knuckles turning white. He started to pound into me, slamming his length inside me at a brutal pace, hitting my g spot directly.

"Bill!" I screamed out in pleasure, tears rolling down my cheeks. He smacked my ass roughly, causing me to yelp. He kneaded the flesh, digging his nails into it. "Oww!" I winced, he grunted and slammed himself in harder, "take it..scheiß schlampe" he degraded, spitting on my ass and smacking it again.

"Cum for me again..cmon schatz" he panted, thrusts quickening as I was reaching my orgasm, so close to exploding. "Shit!" I cried out, cumming all over his cock.

He groaned as he felt my pussy clench around his cock tightly, squirting his hot cum into me, coating my walls completely. He fell forward and flipped me over, pulling me onto his chest and stroking my hair softly.

"I missed you so much baby..fuck.." he tried to catch his breath, heart beating fast. I smiled and murmered "missed you more.." he chuckled "cmon let's go to sleep" pulling me in closer and wrapping his arms around me.

E/N: GIRL UR EYE NOO

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @ge-billsgf @syylss @estxkios @ballhair @charliesgoodboy

[moonlitdesertdreams]

Hi!!! I randomly found ur Eric northman fic and I’m so glad cuz it’s great!!❤️ I’m obsessed!! It’s such a good idea & idk if u still write for him but I’d love more with him and his wife!!🥰❤️

I actually had another drabble written up about them I never posted, so here you go ;)

If you're new here, this is sort of a part 2/continuing miniseries for my first Eric x Reader one-shot Saccharine.

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Glamour

Pairing: Eric Northman x F!Reader

Summary: Sookie gets her chance to meet the mysterious Y/N and learns about her odd connection to Eric Northman.

Tags: Eric Northman x F!reader, true blood, vampire, imagine, female reader, reader x Eric Northman, one-shot, true blood imagine, Eric Northman imagine

Words: 1.3k

Rarely did Sookie Stackhouse ever express immediate disdain upon meeting someone.

She was raised in the south, and southern manners dictated a fair assessment before judgment. Though Sookie’s judgement could always be sped up by her telepathic abilities, remaining outside of someone’s mind to make a judgement was something she strived to do. It wasn’t always easy, but keeping company with vampires had changed that.

Up until they arrived at Hotel Carmilla in Dallas, that was.

Sookie and Bill were getting Jessica and the man who’d tried to kidnap them at the airport settled in the lobby. The man was complacent and empty, thoughts betraying nothing to Sookie’s intentional probing. The red-headed vampire sat across from him eagerly, glamoring him out of his mind as she waited for a room. Bill and her had almost made it to the check in counter when a woman's voice drifted to their ears.

“Well isn’t this sweet.”

Sookie was so taken aback by the sugary tone that she froze temporarily. Bill tensed beside her, and his hand found its place on the small of her back.

“Stay close to me.” He murmured.

Sookie swallowed and turned around, locking gazes with the richest eyes she’s ever met. The woman did not appear much older than Sookie, but her presence was ethereal and calming. Her hair was tied into a loose knot, with pieces falling to frame her face and accentuate the vortex of her eyes. They were an odd color, with a cat-like sharpness that snapped Sookie out of her trance.

“Nice to see you again, Mr. Compton.” Her voice maintained its original tone, corrupted only by a child-like glee not associated with vampires. “And you must be Sookie Stackhouse.”

Sookie smiled at the woman as she approached. Her hips swayed with incredible cadence, steps silent in the hotel’s nearly empty lobby. Bill grew closer once again, and Sookie was shocked to realize she had forgotten his presence so near her side.

“Yes, and it’s nice to meet you, Miss..?”

Bill stepped forward, gesturing between the two. “Sookie, this is Y/N.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Ms. Stackhouse. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” Y/N practically purred her name, eyes carefully searching Sookie’s face.

“So, you two know each other?” Sookie looked to Bill for help, perturbed by the intense energy that radiated off of the being before them.

“Yes. We have known each other for many years.” Bill explained, moving to put himself back at Sookie’s side as opposed to in between the women.

Purely out of habit, her mind reached out towards Y/N’s. She felt the familiar warm feeling that a mind emitted, and heard a single word.

‘Gotchya’

Sookie’s hands clutched at her temples as she was thrust out of the warmth. Bill immediately grasped her shoulders, supporting her as she forced herself upright. He bared his fangs, and a raucous giggle filled the lobby.

“What did you do to her?” Bill demanded. Sookie turned into his body, half-hiding against his chest. A hand still clutched at her temple in a feeble attempt to thwart the inevitable migraine.

Jessica appeared beside the group suddenly, fangs bared and pupils narrowed. Sookie was taken aback by her appearance. “Jess?”

“What is that amazing smell?” The young vampire questioned.

It seemed her subconscious knew, as her eyes were glued on Y/N.

“That would be-” Y/N stopped abruptly when Jessica blurred forward and wrapped one hand around the column of her throat. Hypnotic eyes flicked carefully to Bill before focusing back on Jessica.

Y/N smiled from her compromised position, pupils directed to the redhead’s eyes. Sookie watch Jessica freeze completely in place, and her hostage smiled.

“Jessica, is it?”

A single nod.

“Good. Listen Jessica, I am not a buffet. I smell awfully good, but you don’t want to hurt me. I fear you and your maker would be taken from this existence.”

Jessica’s face crumpled. “My Maker?”

“Yes. Now sweetheart, stop choking me please. Go back to your glamoring session with the bald man, yeah?” Y/N directed. Her voice was dripping with honey, and Jessica immediately complied with her request.

The woman brushed off her long-sleeve jacket, which Sookie noticed had Fangtasia’s logo emblazoned over the left breast. Her mind automatically reached out again, only to receive what felt like a slap to the face. Bill’s arm grew tighter around her when she flinched.

“I thought it was clear before- I don’t do mind games.” Y/N licked her lips, raising a single eyebrow at Bill. “And I’d put those fangs away if I were you. I don’t think your sheriff would be too happy if you damaged me.”

“What are you?” Sookie murmured the question from the safety of Bill’s arms, stunned by both the trance she put on Jessica and her flippant attitude.

Y/N smiled, revealing rows of white teeth. “Now that’s a good question. Why don’t you take a seat, and we’ll have a drink?”

Bill looked as if he was going to argue but thought better of it. Sookie allowed him to guide her to a nearby loveseat, opposite the walkway where Jessica sat. Y/N followed behind them, perching on the armrest of a chair. She whistled sharply at a nearby busboy.

“You. Here.”

The boy looked scared upon his approach, but Y/N only smiled sweetly. “Can you bring me a Tru Blood and something fruity and sweet for Miss Southern Belle?”

“O-of course, Mrs. Northman. Anything else?”

Sookie froze at the title, eyes darting to Bill who made a ‘patience’ gesture with his hand.

“That’ll be it, thank you darling.”

Their impromptu host focused her attention back on them, eyes sweeping over the inquisitive look on Sookie’s face. “Am I really that rumpled today?”

Bill forced a smile at her just as Sookie was beginning to understand the false pretense he was putting on in her presence.

“I believe Sookie was curious as to your surname, not your appearance.” He set a hand on Sookie’s shoulder. “Y/N is Eric’s wife.”

Sookie’s eyebrows might as well have climbed into her hairline. “Married? To Eric?”

Y/N waved a hand in the air. “Semantics. It was a legal move many years ago… I always planned on getting a divorce, but what can I say? Being married to a Sheriff has its perks.”

“You’re a vampire? What did you do to Jessica?”

“Now you’re asking the important questions.” Y/N smiled when the busboy came back with a tray holding two drinks. She offered the pink, slushie drink with a little umbrella to Sookie, and uncapped the Tru Blood. Her eyes scanned the contents before holding it out to Bill.

“Thank you.” He gritted, nodding at the woman.

“You are so welcome.” Y/N folded her hands on her lap. “As for your questions: No, I’m not a vampire. And- Jessica- it's just a glamor. That aspect is a bit vampire-esque, I'll admit.”

“Glamor? You can’t glamor vampires.” Sookie knew her statement was worthless, but her half-functioning brain had to spit something in response.

“I never said I didn’t have abilities.” Y/N slid down the arm of her chair, sitting sideways across the cushion. “Most know me as gorgon, of the Greek variety.”

Sookie stared, "Like Medusa? You ain't got snakes for hair as fair as I see."

"Not anymore." She smirks, "A vampire tried to turn me long ago, but the transformation didn't quite take... most vampires call me spirit, and they’re right- kind of- but I’m not. I have a corporeal body.”

“But you are evil.” Sookie clamped a hand over her mouth as Y/N’s jaw opened in surprise.

“Mr. Compton, your girlfriend is quite brazen.”

Sookie was expecting anger, but only childish laughter came.

“But I suppose mythology would see it that way." The woman smirks, canines pointed just a bit more than any human's should be. "Don’t be afraid, Sookie. I won’t hurt you.”

Y/N’s eyes showed no signs of deceit.

“Besides- what would I have to gain? I’ve been alive a long time, I don’t plan on messing it up now.”

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[rogue-durin-16]

THE RIGHT MOMENT

Summary: Y/n and George had been crushing on each other for too long, but neither of them said anything. They both were waiting for the right moment to do it, but with a war upon them, was there really such thing as 'the right moment'?

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

George Weasley: ———

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, blood, implicit beating

A/N: (dis bish long lmao) Idk what is this, I just wanted to do something for George. Bill and Fleur's wedding came to my mind and I was like, ok but what happened after the death eaters arrived? And this came out, so enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I wasn't expecting to see her.

I had heard my mother mention her name whilst talking about the Order, and I knew she had befriended Fleur at the Triwizard Tournament, but seeing her apparate in our yard was... Well, surprising.

"Son, snap out of it!" My father called me out and I corrected my wand movement; I had almost messed up the canopy, and I blamed the way her dress and hair flew with the wind as she approached our home's entrance.

Fred walked to me the moment we had secured everything, glancing at the house before questioning, "am I delirious or that was Y/n?" with a knowing grin and an intent eyebrow wiggle.

As if taking a cue, we saw the girl coming out, now with a borrowed jacket on, making a beeline to us. "I'm... Pretty sure it's her." I replied, giving the girl a smile when she waved. "Morning, lady."

"Morning, gentlemen." Fred then turned around and stepped to her in order to give her a hug. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Indeed." I agreed, following my brother's lead and hugging Y/n; her arms were quick to wrap around my neck and shoulders and squeeze me tight; I would have sworn she let out a relieved sigh. "Fleur invited you?"

"Your mom, actually." Her reply left me puzzled. "I heard your night was... Eventful." She pointed at the bandages covering my ear with a worried look. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than last night." I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"You sure, Georgie?" It was then that I remembered we weren't alone. "Last night he was feeling Saint-like." Y/n frowned in confusion. "Because he's holey." Fred pointed at his ear just like I had done the night before and I could feel my cheeks burning. "Get it?"

"Oh, no! it's sooo bad!" She laughed at the joke and a smile tugged the corners of my lips. "I think that's the lamest joke you've cracked." She pointed out.

"I know! I told him."

"Okay, I was bleeding out." I defended myself. "I think I'm allowed to crack a lame joke."

"Dunno, George, it was really bad." I threw my head back with a groan at Y/n's teasing. She waved at Fred, who said something about having things to do inside, and when my eyes landed on him over Y/n's shoulder, he mouthed a clear 'go for it'. "Tonks told me about Mad-Eye." She spoke again in a more serious note.

"You said it," the smile vanishing from my face. "Last night was eventful."

"When your mother told me you got hurt, I just... I got really scared." Her anxious words took me aback. "I went straight into the house to see you." The wind made her hair flow again, and I had to put my hands in my pockets to stop myself from tucking that bloody strand that kept getting in her face back behind her ear. "I was so happy you were out preparing stuff and not in there, unconscious in a bed."

"Well, I'm very happy to see you." I replied, my eyes digging into hers to make sure she knew how much I meant that. "Missed tons that smile of yours."

"I missed your lame jokes." I rolled my eyes at her response. Right after, she stepped forward and gently pulled me down; one of her hands holding onto my forearm, steadying her, while the other one cupped one of my cheeks so she could press a kiss to the other. "See you." And with that, she was off to greet the rest.

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"Do it."

"She's talking with Luna."

"Excuses." I puffed tired at Fred's reproach before taking a sip of my drink. "C'mon, you got absolutely nothing to lose."

"My dignity?"

"She fancies you!" I shook my head no. "How many times are you gonna have the opportunity to dance with her, Georgie? Stop being a twit."

"Not yet."

"Oi, have you seen Y/n?" Ron approached us, taking a seat by my side.

"It's the only thing he's seen." I pinched the bridge of my nose, unable to deny what my twin had just said. "Just do it." I groaned. "Okay, I'll do it."

"No!" I jumped up and tugged Fred down in the process. "Alright, I'll go."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Yeah, I was about to—"

I involuntarily let out a squeal when a hand tickled my side. "Hello, ladies." I spun my head to see George behind me. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I have this dance?"

Luna replied before I could. "You see, I was wondering how much time it'd take you to ask her." I turned as red as a beetroot; my only comfort was that the towering ginger's face was the colour of his hair. "I think I'm odd man out." She waved us goodbye and headed to see Harry.

"I reckon Luna is way too observant." He spoke, tugging my hand.

"Were you ogling me, Weasley?"

"Maybe." He came to a stop in the middle of the dancefloor and pulled me close. "Couldn't take my eyes off you." He confessed quietly.

As we swayed, I let my forehead land on his chest, savouring what I dreaded would be one of the last precious moments before everything went down.

"George?" He hummed, raising his brows as a prompt for me to talk. I took a deep breath and told myself that what I was going to say mattered little compared to whatever was looming over us. "I've been wanting to tell you this, but I just... Didn't find the right time." Our faces were mere inches away. "But I don't think I'll ever find the right time at this point so—"

I jolted, holding onto George, when a blue volute plunged into the tent; a Patronus.

It was not until Shacklebolt message was ending that I realized George's arms were around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

Both our hearts were hammering violently, and I was sure he could feel mine as clearly as I felt his.

When the Patronus vanished, panic began to spread. I noticed how my own breathing picked up. "Y/n." This time it was George the one calling my name; his whisper sounded so clear compared to everyone else's screams and cries. "If I don't say this out loud, I'll combust—"

"Y/N! GET DOWN!" Tonks's shouts snapped us out of it. We obeyed just in time to see a red hex flying over us, being stopped by Tonks herself.

George and I grabbed our wands and pulled each other back to our feet before joining the Order.

"FREDDIE!"

"LUNA!"

We parted ways, George making his way to reach his twin while I ran to a moderately tipsy Luna, who seemed to be struggling to find her father.

As soon as I made sure she was out of the picture, I jogged to help the twins, casting protection spells against two death eaters.

"STUPEFY!" I managed to take out the one attacking George, and he was quick to stun the one duelling his brother.

"Leave!" George tugged my hand, attempting to get me out of the canopy, his brother quickly rushing to their little sister.

"I'm not leaving!"

"Y/n—" I moved him out of the way to shield us from another hex. "Please— Flipendo!!" I saw another death eater flying away from us. "Shit!" George's hand gripped mine for dear life, making me back off with him to get back in when he realized it was too late for me to leave.

Soon enough it was just the Weasleys, Fleur and her family, Tonks, Lupin and me inside the tent, all back-to-back, surrounded by death eaters.

Corban Yaxley stepped out. "My apologies to disrupt the celebrations." he offered a fake apology to the newlyweds which was equally disgusting and scary. "Let's try by fair means." I knew my knuckles had gone white, given the strength with which I was gripping George's hand. "Where is Harry Potter?" He knew no one would speak. "Aight, by foul it'll be."

I looked around and I saw Molly and Arthur shielding Ginny; Bill and Fleur held onto each other; Lupin and Tonks pulled Fleur's sister and parents behind them; Fred gave a quick look at his twin before moving closer to us.

"Take them inside and register the house."

Soon we were being pushed into the Burrow, a bunch of death eaters before us ready to put all upside down.

We stayed quiet meanwhile, leaving out an occasional 'don't touch that' or a 'there's no need to break that' from Molly and Arthur.

"I reckon you won't find Harry in my grandma's glass cabinet, smart arse." We all turned to Fred, his mother giving him a pleading look.

"Maybe he's between the plates, Freddie," George jumped in, attempting to draw the attention off his brother. "You'll want to check the cutlery too, in case he's now a teaspoon." He suggested to Yaxley with a challenging look.

The death eater tilted his head to the side, as if he had noticed something worth of interest in George. "What happened to you?"

Everyone went livid.

"I fell downstairs." George replied through gritted teeth. His tone was full of what could be easily passed as anger, but by the way his hand was shaking, I reckoned it was fear.

Yaxley seemed to think for a second before turning to two of his mates. "Start with him, then the twin and we'll move on to—"

Before I knew what I was doing, my wand was out and hexing one of the guys that had tried to remove George from us.

"Take their BLOODY WANDS!" Yaxley stalked to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me away. "We'll start with you, miss."

"No! Wait, she doesn't know anything!" George tried in vain to persuade them, pushing through the death eaters in an attempt to get to me. I looked at him and shook my head no, already psyching myself up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

They were rather quick, and not half as bad as I thought they would be. I was thrown back into the living room with only a shiner and the promise of bruised wrists.

It was enough for George to jump up; not to check on me, though, but to do something as stupid as my impulsive hexing.

"Okay, crippled," three death eaters grabbed him before he could do anything and dragged to the bathroom they had gotten me in. "your turn."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He looked bad.

Molly was about to throw hands when we saw George leaving the bathroom; a cut on the cheek, a bloody nose, a black eye and by the way he flinched while walking, probably an injured rib.

But the worst was the red pooling the bandage around his head, and the way he was struggling to keep his hand off it.

"C'mon, blabber." It wasn't surprising when Fred willingly approached Yaxley and punched him strong enough to throw him down. "You know-” He got up, motioning at his minions so they would get Fred in. “that just made it worse."

I spared Molly an enquiring look, to which she replied with a nod; in an instant, I was gently pulling George to the settee. "Let me see..." I pursed my lips, tilting his head to the side so I could check his wound. A sigh left my lips, suddenly realizing I couldn't really take off the bandage in front of them. "Can you sit it up?" I whispered only for him to hear.

He nodded, his hand travelling up to mine, which rested on his cheek, to give it a reassuring squeeze. I didn't think twice about how wrong the timing was before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My body moved forward by itself when she pulled back, attempting to chase her lips. I managed to stop myself when I remembered we were surrounded by death eaters and my family was right behind Y/n.

She then gave me a small smile and moved to grab a fresh towel from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of my family's looks before she came back, ready to clean the blood on my face.

She aided Fred along with my mom; he bore the burnt along with me.

The sun was rising when Yaxley decided to leave. My father rushed to send a Patronus to the trio, and everyone felt a bit of relief and finally scattered through the Burrow. Ginny claimed she would take care of Fred, and she took my twin to our room.

"Now, let's check that." Y/n spoke, standing up so she could remove the damp bandage. "What happened?"

"He threw a punch and—" I hissed when the bandage left my ear, earning a concerned ‘sorry’ from Y/n. "The wound opened. It began to bleed, and they decided to stop." She only nodded, grabbing again the towel, now mildly red due to the blood it had cleaned. "That kiss was too short." I didn't even know how I managed to let that out.

She stopped, her eyes going up and down my body before inquiring, "want another one?"

"Please." She didn't need anything else for her soft lips to return to mines. This time it was one hell of a kiss, but my mouth chased them again when Y/n pulled away, only that this time her lips did return to mines for another short kiss. "Should I ask you on a date?"

"I doubt we'll be able to go on a proper date." We both chuckled; as sad as it sounded, it was true. "You can make me a coffee after I fix this, though."

"Gladly." I replied, my thumb caressing her cheek before bringing her to my lips one more time.

"FINALLY!" We both jumped at Fred's yelling. "It was about fucking time, really."

"Do you wanna get beaten up again?" Y/n harmlessly shoved my shoulder, hiding a laugh. "I just realized," I signalled my black eye and then hers. "We're matching."

"What a lovely way to match, is it not?" She replied, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “Come,” she caressed my cheek before carefully pulling me up. “I saw clean bandages over the sink.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Y/l/n,” her eyes travelled to my brother. “don’t you snog my brother in the lavatory where we just got beaten up.”

“Piss off, Fred.” She responded indifferent, pulling me with her into the bathroom, leaving the door completely open; she probably feared my mother would burst it open at the possibility of us doing inappropriate things in there.

“Yeah, piss off.” I agreed, siting down on the toilet so she could clean the wound. “She can snog me wherever she wants.” I added, muffling a laugh when Y/n cursed us both under her breath. “I’m sorry, love.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“No, I’m not.” I confessed with an amused grin.

“Why do I even fancy you?” She questioned, faking disappointment in herself.

“I’m very handsome?” I casually suggested, tilting my head for her to wrap the bandage without much difficulty. 

“Must be.” She agreed, leaning on to peck my lips. “Now where’s that coffee, sir?”

I got up, leading Y/n to the kitchen and instantly preparing the coffee pot. “It’s gonna be the best coffee you’ll ever taste.” I stated, as if it was a scientifical fact.

“Confident, are we?” she laughed, sitting on the counter besides me.

“Well, my four-year-long crush just kissed me.” I confessed. “So yeah, very.”

“Fred’s right.” I hummed, looking at her with an eyebrow raised as I handed her the coffee. “It was about fucking time.” We smiled at each other, way too widely for two people who had just gotten roughed up. We stayed next to one another in silence, looking through the window; I found the customary landscape particularly beautiful. 

[lizpaige]

Professor Lupin, Padfoot, and Sirius Black

I wrote a thing and idk what I was doing, but here it is for ya.

Bill was late for class. This was very unlike her but with finals coming up and her sleep schedule out of whack, she slept through all four of her alarms and woke up with three minutes to book it across campus anxious about being late for her favorite class. Remus Lupin was her favorite professor and her advisor. He didn’t take on many students to advise due to his health, but Bill was top of her class and certainly the top student in the English department.

She made it - only five minutes late - and she clumsily stumbled into an empty seat in the back. She heard Lupin stumble a bit in his sentence, back turned to the class as he wrote on the blackboard and she hoped her distracting entrance wasn't the reason for the stutter. As quietly as she could manage, she fell into the seat and started furiously unpacking her backpack, but she felt a nudge to her arm. A wet nose was pressed to her skin belonging to Padfoot, Professor Lupin’s dog, who often took refuge in the back of the class for a snooze. Anytime Padfoot was present meant that Professor Lupin was having a rough day.

Padfoot huffed in appreciation as Bill gave him a scratch behind the ear. His tail thumped once and he stood, circling a few times in place before settling down closer to her desk. He laid his head on his front paws and closed his eyes, going back to sleep. Bill looked back up at the board to piece together whatever she missed.

On the first day of term, every first day of term she had with him, Professor Lupin briefly discussed his health - that he suffers with an autoimmune disease and will often have to miss class, but he will never miss assignments or grading. True to his word, when he missed class, he would still give the students more reading and, the next time he saw them, a quiz to make sure they did the assignment. More often than not, though, he would come to class looking a bit ill and press on. On those days, he brought Padfoot, his massive black shaggy mutt, who intimidated some, but Bill thought he gave off more of a calming presence. Padfoot wasn’t a service dog, but in her mind, he sure acted like one. Professor Lupin always seemed a bit better off with him there.

When she first met Professor Lupin’s partner, she was on her way to his office hours with her planned schedule clutched in her hands. Next term’s scheduling was coming up and she was nervous about taking on senior level courses in the first term of her sophomore year, but Lupin was encouraging her to challenge herself and well - she never had a teacher, or an adult for that matter, believe in her before.

She pulled open the door to the English hearth, an open space with tables for studying and couches for lounging with offices surrounding it, and stopped short when she saw an unfamiliar figure in Professor Lupin’s doorway. It was a tall man, a bit shorter than Lupin, dressed in dark wash jeans, large black boots, and a leather jacket. His hair was long, shiny, and dark, tied back in a loose bun at the nape of his neck. He had a few tattoos peeking up his collar, but she couldn’t make out what they were. He had a black streak of something across his cheek just beneath the apple of his cheeks.

As she stepped around to the couch, dropping her bag to wait for her turn, she caught sight of Professor Lupin standing right in front of the man, extremely close. His cheeks were bright red and he was smiling, but fighting off a grin. They both spoke quietly and then Lupin reached out a hand to his upper arm and gave it a squeeze. He looked past the stranger and caught eyes with Bill. He blinked and the stranger turned to follow his gaze.

“Bill,” her professor said, smiling politely. “Here for office hours?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, standing up abruptly and fiddling with the strap of her bag. “If that’s okay-”

“You’re Bill?” the stranger asked with a smirk. “Jesus, Remus doesn’t shut up about how clever you are.”

“Sirius,” Lupin muttered warningly.

“Oh,” Bill breathed, feeling her cheeks flush.

“She should know she’s your favorite student,” the man, Sirius, tutted at her professor. He stepped forward and shook her hand. “He grades your papers first,” he added with a wink.

Professor Lupin crossed the room quickly, clasping a hand on Sirius’ shoulder with a heavy sigh. “Bill, this is Sirius Black, my insufferable partner.”

“Insufferable, eh?” Sirius asked with a smile. “You’re just mad I know all your secrets, Moony,” he turned back to Bill and whispered, quite loudly, “he’s a big old softy. Don’t let him make you think otherwise.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Bill said genuinely. She didn’t know Professor Lupin had a partner and honestly, seeing any teacher with a personal life felt odd, but it was nice to know that he had someone. Although Sirius Black was the complete opposite of what she was expecting, if she had to think about it.

The next time she saw Sirius Black was around midterms during her junior year. Professor Lupin had looked awful in class that morning, pale with sunken eyes. He sat at his desk the whole class, not getting up as he normally did when teaching - pacing the classroom back and forth with excited energy.

Bill was crossing the quad field heading back to her dorm to swap out her morning books for her afternoon ones when she saw Sirius Black standing in front of the Music building with Professor Lupin. One hand was clutching his partner’s and the other was holding a container of what looked like soup and their heads were ducked, talking quietly. Sirius seemed to be frustrated, whispering harshly, eyes pleading. Lupin just looked exhausted, even worse than when she saw him a few hours ago.

“Just come home and rest, you stubborn bastard,” she heard Sirius groan as she approached. “You can’t be doing a good job anyway if you feel as awful as you look.”

“Cheers,” Professor Lupin said, voice breathy. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “I have two more classes and then I’ll be home. I can handle it.”

Sirius huffed out a bitter laugh. “At least let Padfoot join you.”

“No,” Lupin replied quickly. “I don’t need Padfoot. Go back to work, Sirius.”

“You’re doing too much, Remus,” Sirius argued. “You always push yourself and it just gets worse. You have to-”

Bill didn’t hear the rest of that conversation, but from the little she knew about her professor outside of class, she had to agree with Sirius Black.

The last time she saw Sirius Black was after graduation. She wandered the sea of caps and gowns under the large tent in the quad, hugging friends and taking photos with her diploma and family. She caught sight of Professor Lupin in the back of the tent, dressed in his large velvety gown and bonnet. Beside him was Sirius Black, dressed in a smart-looking suit, his head thrown back in a loud laugh. Lupin was smiling along with him, eyes focused on only him.

She approached them shyly, giving an awkward wave. “Hi, Professor.”

“Bill!” Lupin beamed. “Congratulations.”

“Cheers,” she smiled, waving her diploma a bit.

“Congrats,” Sirius echoed. “Remus tells me you’re off to graduate school next, is that right?”

“Oxford,” Lupin appended quickly.

“Bloody brilliant,” his partner’s eyes widened.

“I-yes, thank you,” Bill confirmed with a smile and a blush. “Honestly, I couldn’t have done it without your help, Professor Lupin. I just wanted to thank you for everything.”

“Nonsense, Bill,” he tutted, waving a hand dismissively. “You’re the brightest student I’ve ever had the pleasure to teach. I’ll be very sad to see you go, but please keep in touch.”

“He means that, you know,” Sirius added with a smile.

“I will,” Bill promised, in awe at her professor’s praise. He was always soft-spoken and rarely gave out feedback that wasn’t carefully constructed. While he always gave her constructive notes on her assignments or academic pursuits, she only ever heard these genuine unfiltered moments when he was around his partner. She was grateful for all of his help, for encouraging her when she never felt encouraged by others. She was excited to pursue a career in academia and hopefully pass on that mentorship she received onto the next student who desperately needed it.

[liberty-barnes]

The Swear Jar

Part 1 of The Jar Series

Mob Boss!Tom Holland x Single Mom!Reader

Prompt: “I've never said a single fucking swear word in my whole damn life”

Warnings: swearing obviously, Tom’s a mob boss so there’s that, there’s like, one sexual innuendo but also ??? not really??? idk

Word Count: 4k (i really need to learn to write short things)

Estimated Reading Time: 16 minutes

A/N: It’s the pic guys, I can’t help it.

Edit: Wow, you guys actually liked this! So since many of you asked, a part will be coming out soon, maybe more, we’ll see. So if you wanna be added to my “The Swear Jar” Taglist, just ask me or add yourself directly through the link in my bio!

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The bell above the door to the diner chimed and you perked up, smiling brightly at the young teenage couple.

“Gracie! Stella! It’s so good to see you again!”

The girls greeted you with the same amount of enthusiasm and proceeded to order their usual meal.

“Your hair’s really pretty Stella! You look like a mermaid now!”

“Thanks, Millie! I took your advice and went with blue instead of purple.”

The young girl smiled and captured the couple’s attention by showcasing her current work in progress.

Millicent Rose (Y/l/n) was your five-year-old daughter. She had brown hair, falling on her shoulders in nice large curls, and big (y/e/c) eyes, a perfect match to yours. She loved drawing (the diner walls were crawling with her masterpieces) and pretty hair, especially if it was soft. 

Her bubbly and fearless personality sometimes frightened you, but you mostly came to terms with the fact that your daughter was a social butterfly and took full advantage of the small diner to interact with as many people as she could.

You watched with a fond smile as Millie explained what she had been drawing to the girls, mentioning every little detail while they praised her good work. The young brunette had a gift to make anyone love her.

Soon enough, their large milkshake to share was finished and Lou, the owner and cook, was all done with the food so the girls sat down at a booth and Millie went back to drawing, little feet dangling off the chair and little brows furrowed in concentration. 

As you were refiling Mr and Mrs Lee’s drinks, the bell chimed once more and four men walked in dressed in stylish suits, much too fancy for this place. They sat down at a booth and started talking while you took a deep calming breath.

Oh, fuck me.

You took your notepad and walked over to them, a much too fake smile on your face.

“Good morning gentlemen, what can I get you?”

The table quieted down and you made eye contact with who you knew to be the leader.

“I’ll have a burger with fries and a strawberry milkshake.”

One of the twins said.

“I’ll have the same but with a chocolate milkshake instead.”

The other one added.

“Vegi burger and a coke, please.”

At least the blonde one had some manners. 

Your eyes lifted from the notepad to the leader once again.

“And for you?”

You did your best to ignore the slight tremble in your voice.

“Bacon cheeseburger, fries and a coke, darling.”

“Right away.”

You got out of there as soon as possible, sparing a glance at your daughter to make sure she was still sitting at the counter before entering the kitchen with a panicked expression on your face.

“Lou…”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“You’ve got an order… for the Hollands…”

“Well, shit.”

The Holland family was the oldest and most successful mob in London, extremely rich, dangerous, and seemingly untouchable.

Harry and Sam Holland, the twins, were rumoured to have been behind the Burtons’ death, another famous family known for drug trafficking and other crimes.

Harrison Osterfield, the second in command, was a close family friend, accused of drug trafficking, illegal weapons selling, and other such crimes, though the charges all dropped before the first hearing even took place.

And finally, Thomas Holland, the leader. Arrested for multiple murders, arson, extortion, and a long list of other felonies, but never convicted.

Everyone was scared of them, and the fact that they were eating here was not good for business. 

You ignored the tightness in your chest in favour of helping Lou prepare their food, hoping to do it as fast as possible so the group could leave.

Meanwhile, at the booth, Tom was rolling his eyes at his brothers and friend’s stupidity. 

“Okay, we get it, she’s hot, but you don’t have to talk about it all the fucking time.”

Millie turned her head in their direction and scowled. She stretched a bit to the other side of the counter to take the transparent jar and got down from her chair, making her way to their booth, stomping a bit, which made her Sketchers light up.

The diner watched with curious (and slightly frightened, for the Lees) eyes as the little girl climbed onto the booth next to Harrison, one leg after the other, and kneeled next to the blonde, setting her elbow on the table and stretching so the transparent jar was now sitting in front of Tom.

He looked at it: a lid-less mason jar with a pink bow and right in the front, in a child’s handwriting and pink glittery letters were the words 'Swear Jar’.

“You owe a pound.”

He lifted his head to look at the girl.

“I beg your pardon?”

“When someone says a bad word they have to put a pound in the jar. You said a bad word so you owe a pound.”

“I’ve never said a single fucking swear word in my whole damn life!”

“That’s two more so you have to put three pounds in.”

“Yeah, Tom, put the money in.”

Harrison had his arms around the girl and a smug smile on his face, evidently taking a liking to the young brunette.

“Shut the fuck up Haz, you curse more than I do!”

“Four.”

“Shit.”

That one was not on purpose.

“Five.”

“Okay, okay, jeez, hold on.”

He took out his wallet and took his only five-dollar bill amid all the hundreds.

“Just gonna put the money in this stupid jar.”

“Six.”

“Wha- stupid’s not a swear word!”

“I’m not allowed to say it so yes, it is.”

Tom rummaged around his wallet for a stray pound, reluctantly putting a hundred in after finding nothing.

“Does that mean I’m allowed to say ninety-nine swear words?”

“No paying in advance, everything that’s not the money you owe is a donation.”

“To what foundation?”

“The ‘get Millie new glitter pens’ foundation”

She answered with a smirk and everyone -bar Tom- was pretty much crying at seeing their boss be told what to do by a five-year-old.

“Man, you are so screwed!”

“That’s one pound for you, Mister!”

“Oh shit, right!”

“Two…”

Harry took out his wallet (still laughing his arse off, mind you) and didn’t even try to look for the two pounds, simply putting in a hundred.

Millie’s eyes were focused solely on Tom’s hair. She climbed on top of Harrison, her pink tulle skirt flying behind her and stood on the seat next to the brunette, her hands immediately flying to his hair.

“You have very pretty hair. It’s really soft.”

“Thank you, darling.”

She hummed and kept playing with the soft strands.

“My name’s Tom, and these are my twin brothers Harry and Sam, and my best friend, Haz.”

She looked around for a while, not answering, seemingly lost in thought until she looked back at him and her sparkling (y/e/c) eyes focused on his brown ones.

“Nice to meet you, Tommy. I’m Millie.”

“T-Tommy?”

Sam stuttered out between peels of laughter.

“I don’t like Tom, Tommy’s better. Why are you so shocked Twin Nice?”

Harry looked appalled.

“Why's he Twin Nice?”

“Because you said a bad word and he didn’t, so he’s Twin Nice and you’re Twin Naughty.”

Sam did a little victory dance, bragging about his new nickname to his twin.

The little girl sat down on Tom’s lap and started to play with the black ring on his finger.

“What am I, then?”

She looked up to Harrison from in between Tom’s fingers, still playing with the thick band.

“You’re Thor cause you have pretty eyes and you look really strong.”

To say that the blonde was pleased would be an understatement.

“You, little lady, are my new best friend. We need to come here more often.”

Millie smiled and went back to observing the ring.

“Does this mean you’re married?”

Tom chuckled and shook his head slightly.

“No, it means that I’m a part of the Holland family, like them.”

Everyone around the table showed theirs, a symbol of their high status in the mob.

“So you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Do you live with your mommy?”

“No, I live with these dumbasses in a big house.”

She pushed the swear jar towards him and gave him what could only be described as the 'Disappointed Mom’ look.

“Do you like it?”

“Kind of, sometimes they get on my nerves and I wish they’d rot in Hell, but yeah, it’s not too bad.”

She slapped his hand in reprimand and he internally cursed himself.

“Don’t you miss your mommy?”

“A little, but I see my parents every Sunday for family dinner.”

He answered after placing yet another bill in the jar.

“Parents?”

“Yeah, my mum and dad.”

She hummed.

“I wish I had a dad.”

The boys all stiffened. 

Well, that escalated quickly.

Tom cleared his throat, measuring his words before speaking, for once in his life.

“Do you know what happened to your dad?”

“Mommy says he left cause he wasn’t good like her. She says it’s okay, though, cause we only need each other but my friend Lilly has a mommy and a daddy and she told me that sometimes when her mommy’s sad or tired he’ll do all the grown-up stuff like cook and read her a story while her mommy rests and she’s happier that way. I want my mommy to be happy like that too.”

For Tom, it felt like his cold, dead heart was starting to beat again. This little angel sitting on his lap was asking for something most children already had, not for herself, but for her mother.

“You’re a really good person, Millie.”

“If you stopped saying so many bad words you’d be one too, Tommy.”

The boys laughed yet again and they continued talking for a little while, refraining from any work-related issues for the sake of their newest addition, choosing instead to discuss sports and fighting over who’d be on cleaning duty that Sunday. Three more bills made their way to the jar during that particular discussion, one from each boy (bar Sam because he was on cooking duty, as always), and for once they allowed themselves to relax and simply be, instead of always worrying.

You got out of the kitchen with the men’s orders ready and looked at the end of the counter, planning to check on Millie before walking over to the mobsters’ table. Your brows furrowed when you didn’t find her and you immediately looked towards the girls’ table or the Lees’, finding she wasn’t there either.

“Mommy, over here!”

You followed your child’s voice and your eyes widened once you saw her sitting on the leader’s lap. The smiling leader’s lap.

You quickly made your way to their booth, placing their orders in front of them without even taking your eyes off your daughter.

“Millicent Rose! What have I told you about bothering people when they’re in their booths?”

She looked guilty for half a second but immediately perked up again, ready to defend herself.

“Not to, but Mommy, he said a bad word so I had to take the swear jar to him.”

“And why, pray tell, are you sitting in the gentleman’s lap?”

“His name’s Tommy and he said he didn’t mind and this way I can talk to Thor, Twin Nice and Twin Naughty better.”

Tommy, Thor, Twin Nice, and Twin Naughty?

“Oh, fuck me.”

Millie’s jaw dropped open. She’d never heard you swear before.

“You owe a pound, Mommy.”

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

You pulled a pound from your pocket and put it in, eyes widening at the amount of money in the jar.

“How in the world?”

“I didn’t have singles so I just put hundreds in. Apparently, it’s a donation to the 'Get Millie new glitter pens’ foundation.”

You set the jar down and shook your head in disbelief.

“I am never letting Harley babysit you ever again.”

She pouted and slumped down, arms crossed adorably in front of her.

“Now come on, let the gentlemen eat their lunch in peace and come get yours.”

She cuddled up to Tom more than before, burying her head in his chest and fisting his shirt, and shaking her head in protest.

“Millie, come on, let’s go. I’m so sorry for the bother sir.”

“It’s no problem, she’s welcome to say for however long she wants.”

The brunette smiled at your daughter and then at you, before the man on his right interrupted.

“Besides, she’s very entertaining. It’s nice to see someone else call Tom out on his bullshit.”

You and Millie threw the blonde matching glares while Tom just pushed the jar towards him.

“You owe a pound, Haz”

“Excuse you Tommy, my name’s Thor.”

He then turned to you with a smug smile and attitude.

“Cause I have pretty eyes like him and look very strong. Don’t you agree with your daughter… (Y/n)?”

He read your name tag and smiled charmingly while you pursed your lips, looking him up and down. You then looked at your little girl.

“You sure?”

“Well, who else has pretty blue eyes?”

“Captain America.”

She light up right away and straightened herself.

“Right! And he looks like Captain America when he was tiny! Thanks, Mommy!”

She then turned to Harrison with a gigantic smile on her face.

“You’re Tiny America now.”

The whole table -bar Haz- laughed and you had to bite your lip not to laugh too, instead linking your hands and looking at the clock.

“Come on Millie, it’s time to eat.”

“Can I eat here with Tommy, please?”

“If you eat here with Tommy I won’t be able to make sure you eat your veggies.”

The man’s heart stuttered when you used his nickname, a strange sense of happiness overcoming him.

“Tommy can check.”

“Mm… I’m not sure if he can check you ate them. He’s not used to your sneakiness.”

“What if I pinky promise to eat my veggies and eat a banana for dessert instead of ice cream?”

It was a struggle to get her to eat fruits and veggies. You usually had to settle for one or the other, so when she spontaneously decided to eat both, you jumped at the opportunity, mob be damned.

“Deal! But no annoying the boys.”

She smiled and nodded, settling comfortably on Tom’s lap, waiting for her food. You took out her plate of chicken nuggets, fries, and green beans, chocolate milkshake to wash it down.

You tried not to let the butterflies in your stomach distract you from your job but the way Tom smiled at your daughter and praised her when she ate all her veggies in a row, wanting to get it over with, made your heart ache, the longing for someone still very much present.

“Have a nice meal.”

You made eye contact with the brunette and blushed at the smile he sent you before waving goodbye at the Lees. The teenage couple had left a bit earlier so the mobsters were now your last customers of the day.

You wiped the kitchen counters and said goodbye to Lou, assuring him that you’d close up by yourself. As soon as he left, you took a deep breath and sighed, unable to stop your smile when you heard your daughter’s laugh carrying through the wall separating you from the group.

“Mommy, we’re done!”

You straightened up and schooled your features before walking over to them, taking away their plates while asking if Millie behaved and if they wanted dessert. The answer to both questions was a yes and so you came back a little while later with chocolate pudding for the twins, caramel ice cream for Harrison, a banana split for Tom, and a miniature one for Millie.

“Since you behaved so nicely you get a little sweetness with your banana.”

Her eyes sparkled and she smiled brightly at you.

“You’re the best mommy ever! I love you!”

“Love you too, baby.”

You turned around, ready to leave, when a voice stopped you.

“Why don’t you sit down with us for a bit? I’m pretty sure that if you wipe that table down one more time you’ll remove the paint.”

You blushed but complied, sitting down next to Harrison and watching as your daughter ate her dessert quickly and quietly, wincing from time to time because of brain freezes. As soon as she was done, she reached for Tom’s right hand. He switched the hand that held the spoon, eating with his left so that Millie could play with the ring on his finger.

Unfortunately for him, he had a bit of trouble eating with his non-dominant hand while holding a child on his lap, leading to a bit of ice cream falling on his shirt.

“Ah, fu-”

You shot him a glare that made him change courses immediately.

“-dge. Fudge.”

Millie clapped and gave him a big, approving smile.

“See, Mommy? He’s making progress!”

“Indeed he is, darling.”

“Oh, this is fucking hilarious!”

The young girl gasped, mouth open comically wide and utter betrayal swimming in her eyes.

“I thought you were nice.”

Sam realized his mistake as soon as she spoke, covering his mouth with his hand as if to stop any more of the offending words from leaving it.

“You owe five pounds.”

“What? Why? I only said one swear word!”

She shook her head in disapproval, arms crossed in front of her chest, and pushed the jar towards him.

“You made me believe you were nice so your trickster-y will cost you four extra pounds.”

You shook your head, smile firmly plastered on your face as you watched Sam pull out a hundred dollar bill with a pout on his lips. It was quite endearing, really.

“So, (Y/n), tell us about you.”

You locked eyes with the brunette once again, piercing gaze seemingly looking through you.

“I’m afraid there’s not much to tell, Mr Holland. I’m not a very interesting person.”

Your voice was soft, your words calculated. You knew that these men could kill you in the blink of an eye.

“No uninteresting person could have raised such a perfect little angel.”

He smirked and Millie looked at you with a smug smile.

“See, he said I was an angel.”

Life be damned, it’s not worth living if your daughter has an ego the size of Russia. That would most definitely come back to bite you in the ass.

“Yeah, that’s cause he hasn’t had to deal with you in all your nightly glory.”

She put her tongue out and snuggled deeper into Tom’s chest.

“Well, for one, how did you find yourself working here?”

He got the conversation back on you and you felt slightly intimidated with the whole table’s eyes on little old you.

“Customers are nice, I earn enough money for us to get by, owner’s nice, the school’s at the end of the street, and Millie gets to stay with me when she’s not there.”

Even though he was focused on you, you noticed the way he held your daughter close to his chest, his bigger frame completely enveloping her smaller one. She still hadn’t let go of his hand and kept playing with the ring on his finger. Seeing how calm and caring he was being with your daughter calmed you down and the more questions you answered, the more comfortable you became.

“How can you work at a dinner and not like vanilla milkshakes?”

Sam looked horrified at that, and you just shrugged dismissively.

“I never really liked when vanilla was too present. Like, if you used it to just enhance everything else you know, make it taste better, then sure, but just vanilla isn’t really my style.”

Tom took a sharp breath in and tried to stop his mind from wandering at the possible double meaning of your words. Instead, he chose to focus on the little girl on his lap.

Until he noticed she was asleep, that is.

He smiled a little and shifted her so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. Unfortunately for him, that caught your attention.

“Oh my, is she asleep? I’m really sorry.”

“No worries, though we should probably get her to bed so she doesn’t wake up with a stiff neck.”

For the umpteenth time, you pushed down the butterflies upon hearing him say 'we’ and being so careful with your daughter.

You took the remaining dishes and went to the kitchen, putting them in the wash and turning on the machine, leaving it to run so tomorrow morning you’d be able to put everything away. You went back in to clean the booth and Tom practically shoved a hundred dollar bill in your hand, ignoring your protests.

He waited for you by the door while you finished closing up, and you extended your arms towards him when you finished.

“Thank you for everything today, but you must be getting tired, I can take her from here.”

He gently pushed your arms down.

“Let me take you home, please, I don’t like the idea of you having to carry her all on your own.”

You hesitantly nodded and he guided you to his car. It’s only then that you noticed the other three had left. You settled on the passenger side of his black Audi and he handed you Millie, closing the door softly as to not startle her. He then entered the driver’s side and started the car. You gave him directions to your apartment building and within five minutes, he parked the car right out front.

Ever the gentleman, he insisted on carrying the little girl. Knowing by now that there wasn’t much you could do to protest, you agreed and led him up the four flights of stairs to your door.

“Sorry 'bout the mess.”

“It’s no problem, darling, I quite like it.”

You turned your head for a brief second, as if asking him to elaborate while still leading him to your daughter’s room.

“The fact that it’s messy means that someone lives here, that this isn’t just some house, it’s a home. My house is always pristine but that’s because no one’s ever there to actually use it as something other than a glorified B&B.”

He laid Millie down on the bed and you pulled the covers over her. You both stood side to side for a little while, just watching her breathe.

“That sounds really lonely.”

“Yeah…”

Another minute passed by with no words coming from either of you.

“You raised an amazing daughter, (Y/n).”

“You’re a good man, Tom.”

Hearing those unfamiliar words coming out of your mouth almost brought tears to his eyes. He was always used to being called a ruthless mobster, cold-blooded killer, or many other names that all meant the same thing: monster. But you called him a good man, and the sincerity in your voice was almost overwhelming.

He cleared his throat and straightened up, making you turn towards him.

“I should probably go… You should get some rest as well.”

You nodded and walked him to the door. In a split-second decision, you leaned up and kissed his cheek, locking eyes with him afterwards.

“If you ever need an escape, or just wanna hang out somewhere different, our door’s always open.”

That made a smile take over his face and he kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, darling.”

And as you watched him round the corner, only your back visible to you, you couldn’t help but feel like this wouldn’t be the last time you ever saw Tom Holland.

i have mixed feelings concerning this story but at least i have ideas for a part two (if i ever decide to make one)

don’t forget to reblog, comment or like if you feel like it <3

[libraryofloveletters]

Sober Feelings, Drunk Words

In which, Luke returned home lost and alone, he turned to the bottle for help and you for recovery. 

Luke Alvez x Reader 

Warnings: Fem!reader, self destructive tendencies, consumption and mixing of drugs (sleeping pills) and alcohol, being drunk, the use of alcohol as a coping method, help to induce throwing up and vomit, 2 cuss words lmao, a bit of arguing and sadness (that's it I think ? lmk if I missed anything) 

Category: Angst to the max 

Word Count: 4.9k

Author’s Note: this hurt my heart to write, I was feeling very angsty for some reason idk :/ didn’t use the whole song either but major thank you to ishi for all her help with this! <3 @iconicc​

Major Disclaimer: this is purely fiction, if someone does mix alcohol and pills, call 911. Don't do what y/n did. 

Song: Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High ? 

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The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time

But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes

Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you

Home didn’t feel like home anymore. 

Luke had been gone for quite a while, he sat in his empty apartment with nothing around except for the tv on the floor. He laid on the floor, his clothes scattered across the room with no intention of being put away anytime soon. 

Things didn't feel normal anymore. 

There was no will to do anything or even attempt to do so. Luke sat there feeling empty and hopeless. The urge to drink hit him, it wasn't something he indulged in very often but found himself doing a lot more since he returned home. 

The journey to the bar felt a lot slower than usual, he took in the sight, smell and sounds around him. A couple on a walk with their dog, a family’s laughter coming from their opened kitchen window, the smell of freshly baked cookies which he could only assume was coming from the bakery he was passing by. 

Stepping into the bar, the atmosphere changed. The dull lighting, the smell of cigarettes and booze and the drunk men sitting at the counter aimlessly hitting on the bartender. 

“Hey you” the woman behind the counter smiled at him, “your usual?” Luke just nodded, feeling a bit shameful that he had visited so frequently that he now had a usual. She slid a glass over to him, “let me know if you need anything else hun” he mumbled a thanks before picking up the glass. 

Okay just one drink and then I'm going home

He thought to himself before downing the contents of the glass. The woman behind the bar, whose name tag he’s now reading for the first time despite being there so often, came back over to him. 

“One more or you’re heading out ?” she asked him 

“Just bring the bottle over Sherry” he mumbled, she nodded before going to get the bottle

Luke’s head hung low, he poured glass after glass until the bottle was empty. He wasn’t sure what time it was but he couldn't bring himself to get up and leave the bar. “Sherry?” he called out to her, before lifting his head to find an empty bar with Sherry at the other end. 

“We’re closing in 10 minutes sweetheart, do you need something ?” 

“Could I get one more ?” 

“I can’t serve you anymore sugar, bar’s closed. I can get you something to eat if you’d like?” she offered him, he shook his head. 

“I’m gonna head out” he fumbled through his pockets, pulling out some crinkled bills and tossing them on the counter. 

“I could call a cab if you want ?” 

“I’m okay, thank you” he smiled at her before pushing himself up off the bar stool. He stumbled but caught himself on the edge of the bar, he headed out and took a deep breath of air. It was cold but not freezing, he wasn’t that cold considering how much alcohol he had just drank. He stumbled down the street, his hand against the wall to steady himself. 

Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

A woman walked past him, she seemed oddly familiar. Maybe it was her perfume, or perhaps the way she walked, but she reminded him of someone he held close so many years ago. 

With his back up against the wall, he fished his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts. The light from his screen was quite literally blinding him because of how bright it was. 

Her number was still there. 

After so many years, it was still there. 

Here's the thing about her, she loved Luke and Luke loved her but they never told each other that. They lost contact after he deployed but little did she know, but he thought about her all the time. When he finally got to lay down, when it was his birthday, whenever the holidays rolled around, 

his mind wandered back to her. 

When Luke returned home, he got a new phone, a different number but he somehow got to keep everything on his phone. Her number happened to be in there. 

Now he wasn’t even sure if she had the same number or if she’d even pick up. All these things crossed his mind before hitting the green button. 

Ring 

Ring 

Rin-

“Hello ?” her voice filled his ear. 

“Y/n” he whispered 

“Who’s this ?” she asked 

“Don’t tell me you forgot about me after you just walked past me princesa” 

Then and only then, did she realize who was on the other end of the call. 

“Luke ?” 

“Hi” 

“Are you okay ? Where are you ?” 

“Uh..” Luke looked around, before answering her “Main and Park, but you know that. You just walked past me” 

“What ? I’m at home” 

“No no I just saw you, y/n” 

“Luke, stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.” 

Luke didn't object, he was rather excited to see her. Luke could feel the sleepiness start to set in, he braced himself against the cold brick wall in hopes that it would wake him up. 

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of a horn startled him. His eyes snapped up to see a woman getting out her car, he blinked a few times to see y/n making her way over to him. She stood a few feet from him, she wore a pair of sweatpants and a paint covered t-shirt. She hadn’t changed one bit, she was still as beautiful as she was the day he left.

“Hi Luke” 

“Hi y/n” 

He stepped towards her, she mirrored his actions. Luke’s arms stretched out towards her before she finally closed the gap between them. 

God, it felt so good to have her back in his arms. 

“Luke, no offence but you literally reek of liquor” she stepped away from him. 

“Oh” he pouted

“Let's get you home” her arm looped around his waist helping him walk to her car. Luke stumbled his way into her car, managing to make himself comfortable for the time being. 

“What’s your address ?” she looked over at him

“Dunno” he replied 

“Can I borrow your phone ?” 

“Mhm hm” 

She reached over to get his phone, he grabbed her hand and started to fidget with her fingers and the rings on them. She ended up picking up his phone with her other hand and scrolled through to find his address. The drive to his place was short, Luke still fidgeting with the rings on her hand. 

“Alright, in we go” she got out and helped him out of the car. Luke fumbled with his keys before she took them and unlocked the door. 

The apartment was.. sad. 

There was a bed and the tv on the floor but other than that, it was empty. “Home sweet home” Luke stumbled his way to his bed, y/n shut the door before making her way over to Luke who was laying face down on his bed. Rolling him onto his back, he sat up. 

“I’m hungry and my feet hurt” he mumbled right as he fell back against his pillows.

“Take off your shoes and I'll find something for you to eat” 

You left Luke on his bed as you headed to find something in his empty kitchen. There was a loaf of bread on the counter and some stuff in the fridge that you could put a sandwich together for him. Just the smell of him alone told you he had a lot to drink and you knew he’d be sick if he doesn't eat. 

Luke’s footsteps filled your ears until you felt his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “Heyyy” he hummed with his chin on your shoulder. “Hey,” you put the sandwich together for him, his hands rubbed your hips.“Come eat” you turned and handed him the plate, he sat on the floor in front of the tv and you made your way over with a glass of water for him. 

Luke laughed along at the joke Spongebob made in the show, you smiled at him. He finished and left the plate and glass on the floor. 

Men, I tell you.

Luke made his way back to his bed, “stay with me?” he looked at you from the bed, scooting over and making space for you.

You never could say no to him. 

Luke rested his head on your stomach and pulled your hand to his hair, you chuckled. Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging slightly as you went, a satisfied hum left his mouth. 

“I didn't forget about you” he mumbled, he was half asleep so you didn’t pay much attention to his babbling. “I always remembered you. You got me home princesa” you listened to him talk. 

The steadiness in his breathing told you that he was asleep, you shifted his head onto his pillow making him groan. Your weight lifted off the bed and Luke’s eyes opened slightly before a small “stay” left his mouth. “I’m just going to the bathroom” you pushed his hair from his forehead before walking to the plate and glass Luke left. You picked them up before putting the glass in the sink, the plate was in your hand when you opened the trash can. 

There was at least a case worth of empty beer cans and a bottle or two of scotch in the trash. Your eyes shifted over to Luke who was peacefully sleeping in his bed. 

Maybe he just had friends over.

You brushed off the thought of Luke having an actual issue but the feeling of guilt hit you. 

What if something was actually wrong ? He was drunk on a Tuesday night and he didn't even realize it wasn’t you that walked past him. 

You made your way back to bed, you sat beside Luke who rolled over to you. His hair had grown out a bit, his curls were starting to show again and he looked so peaceful and so innocent right now, just like how he did when you had first met him. You could never even begin to imagine what he went through when he was away. 

Your fingers ran through his hair as he slept, your glaze focused out the window thinking about Luke and everything that had happened to bring you back to him. 

Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite

I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?

It's harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas

Something rested on his chest, his head was pounding. Luke barely moved enough to see the head of hair on his chest. His hands found the person’s shoulders, he couldn't remember if he had bought someone home from the bar last night. 

“Hey, wake up” Luke shook the person gently, not wanting to scare her. “mhm no” she groaned, clinging to his side. Her voice seemed so familiar to him, he shook her again. 

“c’mon, don't you have somewhere to be?” 

“ugh okay, I'm up” the woman groaned, finally sitting up. 

Luke took a moment to look at the woman sitting in front of him, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. 

It was y/n 

“Y/n ?” Luke had a confused expression on his face. “Morning sleepyhead” you replied, laying back beside him. 

“Wha- how did you get here?”

“You called me last night, I picked you up and drove you home. You were drunk, do you not remember ?” you glanced at him 

The memories of his half asleep confessions of never forgetting you flooded your mind. You chose not to mention anything simply because if he didn't remember calling you, he surely wouldn’t remember saying that. 

Luke shook his head before getting up. “God, I have a horrible headache” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I got it” you got up and walked to the kitchen. “Which cupboard has the Tylenol ?” you reached for a cupboard door and went to open it. By the time Luke had looked to see which cupboard was opened, you took a step back. 

The cupboard was filled to the brim with liquor, you turned and looked at Luke. “What’s going on Luke ?” he pushed the door closed, “nothing’s happening” you didn’t believe him. You knew Luke better than that, he barely drank but you couldn't blame him or jump to conclusions. You didn't know if he was going through something. 

“You should go” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. 

“Luke..” 

“Y/n, please.. just go” 

You looked at him, his back was turned towards you. Opening your mouth to say something, you changed your mind last minute and made your way to the door. You looked at your friend one last time, 

“I'm here if you need me Luke” was the last thing you said to him before leaving. 

Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

8 missed calls and 7 missed text messages from Luke. 

From Luke: hi 

From Luke: mis yo

From Luke: y/n

From Luke: r u mad

From Luke: no be mad

From Luke: hell0

From Luke: y yu not ansrweing 

The spelling got progressively worse as they came in and he didn’t leave any voicemails, you decided to call him back. The line rang out, you got his voicemail, “Luke, it’s y/n. it’s 8:58 and I'm leaving work now, I got your texts and calls. I’m coming over to check on you. Text me so I know you're okay and I won’t come, okay ? bye” 

Your fingers tapped against the wheel as you drove to Luke’s place, every possible situation running through your mind. The last few weeks had been good, he called the day after he kicked you out to apologize, you invited him over to your place and made dinner. The two of you talked and he told you about his time in Iraq. You knew he hadn’t told you everything and you knew he wouldn't, but pushing him to talk wasn't going to do any good. 

Luke quit drinking, well at least for the last week and a half. He didn’t want to go cold turkey, and you didn't blame him, you sat with him, stayed up and talked with him, went for walks with him in the middle of the night just to distract him. 

You knocked on the front door when you arrived, no answer. “Luke ? it’s me!” you knocked again, no answer. The mailbox sat on the wall beside the door, you stuck your hand in and felt around, you pulled out a key and unlocked the door. 

“Hun? Are you home?” you called out, shutting the door and making your way further into the house. Luke’s head rested on the armrest of his couch, his hair all of the place. “Luke ?” you called once more before making your way over to him. He was asleep, two empty bottles of vodka on the floor in front of him. You sighed, your hand rested on his cheek. 

Things had been going so well, what happened ? 

“Wake up” you shook his shoulder, Luke stirred and rolled the other way, his back now facing you. “Luke get up” you shook him again, he groaned and ignored your pleas to wake up. You were starting to lose your patience, you shook him once more, he would not wake up. Deciding to leave him be, you picked up the bottles and threw them in the trash before making your way to the bathroom. 

An empty pill bottle sat on the counter, the label read temazepam in bold letters.

Sleeping pills. 

The bottle fell from your hand as fast as you had picked it up. You needed to wake Luke up now. You couldn’t believe he took them and drank, you knew he knew better than that, why did he do that? 

“Luke,” you pulled on his arm to try and get him to sit up. “Get up honey, you can’t sleep right now” you tapped his cheek hard enough to wake up but not hurt him. “Luke c’mon, please get up” you tugged on his shirt and sat him up. His back now against the backrest, he’s still asleep. 

Shit, shit, shit, shit, what the hell are you going to do ? if you called 911, they would most definitely put him in a rehab program and he would never forgive you for letting that happen. 

The light from the window shined through, hitting the sink faucet, the glare catching your eye. You tumbled through the cupboard to find the biggest bowl you could and filled it to the brim with cold water. You rushed back over to Luke, not caring if it spilt all over the floor.

This better work. 

You poured the water on Luke’s chest, hoping the coldness would startle him awake. You now realized that wasn’t the smartest plan as it could have ended in his body freaking out over the sudden coldness and causing an entirely different outcome but you couldn’t bother right now. Luke’s eyes were open, his eyes still heavy with sleep. You tapped his cheek a few times to coax him out of his sleepiness. 

“Luke, honey, come on” you called out to him while helping him stand up. He started to come to, “y/n what are you doing here?” he mumbled. “You called me Luke, I found you asleep and you drank after you took your pills” you told him, dragging him to the bathroom with you. Letting him down in front of the toilet, you sat beside him, his head leaning back on your chest. 

“Come on, you need to throw up” you rubbed his back, he groaned “no” he mumbled, “don’t wanna” his eyes began to shut again. You pinched his arm in an attempt to keep him awake. You knew there was no way to get him to throw up on his own, you leaned him forward towards the toilet and did the only thing you could think of. You stuck 2 fingers in his mouth, reaching as far back as you could until you heard him gag. Luke ended up emptying the contents of his stomach all over your hand, floor and toilet. 

Luke leaned against the tub, you washed your hand off. Grabbing the towel from behind the door, you soaked it in cold water before pressing it to his head. 

“Why ?” you asked

“Hm?” Luke looked at you 

“You mixed your stuff, I know you know better. Why ?” you asked again 

“I just wanted it to stop” he leans his head against your chest. 

“For what to stop ?” 

“The voices” 

“Which ones ?” 

“The ones taunting me, I couldn't save everyone and they won’t let it go” he rubbed the side of his head. 

You didn't say anything and helped him up. Luke wobbly made his way to bed, you helped him change his clothes before getting a glass of water for him to drink. You sat beside him on the bed while he sipped on the water. “You know you can talk to me ? Right ? About anything. I know I won’t always get it but I'm here if you need to get it off your chest” 

Luke didn’t say anything to you, his eyes focusing on something other than you.  Resting your hand on his chin to pull his focus on you, he pushed your hand away roughly. “What’s wrong with you?” you asked, Luke had an unreadable expression on his face. 

“Luke what’s-” Luke’s yelling cut you off. 

“You think I didn't try to talk to you? God y/n, I tried so hard, so fucking hard. Every time I find the courage, I lose it because of you.” Luke’s expression had changed completely, you were able to see the sadness all over his face. 

“I couldn’t talk to you y/n, I couldn't bring myself to talk to you about this. I didn’t- I never wanted you to see me this way.. and I'm sorry that you had too” 

Your heart broke, your best friend sat in front of you with his heart on his sleeve and his feelings out in the open, you reached up and your hand cupped his face. “Luke, I understand okay? I would never focus you to tell me if you weren't comfortable” you told him and he nodded. He got up off the bed and went to his closet, you watched as he reached up and grabbed a box. 

Luke returned to the bed and placed the box between the two of you. Glancing at the box and then at Luke, you waited for an explanation. “These are from all the times I wanted to talk to you but I couldn’t” he lifted the lid off the box, there were at least 50 envelopes in the box addressed to you.

“I thought about you every day I was there y/n, I never forgot about you but I couldn't do that to you.” Luke whispered, his eyes focused on you. 

“Do what to me ?” you asked, your eyes on the box. 

“I didn’t send these because I knew you’d wait for me and I wouldn't let you put your life on hold for me” 

You reached for his hand, “I'd always wait for you Luke, always.” 

Luke pulled away his hand, “no. no, stop.” Your brows furrowed, “stop ?” you questioned him, “don’t wait for me. Y/n, this is the reason I didn't send them, I don't want you to wait for me.” 

“Luke, what the hell are you talking about ? it was my choice” you rebutted, earning you an annoyed look and a groan.

“Just leave” Luke looked away, avoiding your eyes, not wanting to see the heartbreak he’s caused. 

“Seriously ?” you scoffed, “you know what? This isn’t even worth it. You clearly can’t make up your mind Luke.” you stormed out, slamming the door on your way out. 

And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I

It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time

I haven't found all I was hopin' to find

The window was left open overnight, a cold breeze blew through his bedroom. Luke groaned and rolled over to the other side of the bed, his arm stretched over the left side of the bed, the side of the bed where you’re supposed to be. 

His phone screen lit up, the light catching his eye. It was 5:27 in the morning, most of his night had been spent tossing and turning, rethinking the events of last night. 

The phone buzzed a few times, Luke picked it up to see messages from you. 

To Luke: I don’t know why I'm even texting, I suppose for some sort of self closure but you need to know this and if I call you, you’re just going to interrupt me. 

To Luke: I didn’t wait for you. 

To Luke: I wanted to, but I didn't. I found someone else, his name was James and he was so sweet and loving and everything I could have ever wanted in a partner. 

To Luke: Do you know what the problem was Luke ? 

To Luke: He wasn’t you. 

To Luke: After James, I promised myself the I would wait for you because you’re the only one for me 

To Luke: But it’s clear you don't want the same things as me, so that’s fine. I understand. 

To Luke: Goodbye Luke. 

Luke’s heart felt as if it dropped to his stomach after reading that. 

I was the only one for her ? God, what did I do to her last night. 

He did the only thing he could think of, he got up and headed over to your place. See the thing was, Luke had no idea where you lived. He didn't know if you moved or if you were still where you were before he deployed but he thought, at least he would be trying. 

When he arrived at the door, he knocked once but there was no answer, so he knocked again, and again, no answer. Luke began banging on the door, “y/n, please. it’s me! Open the door” 

An older woman opened the door, she looked as if she had just woken up. “Oh ma'am, I'm so sorry. I must have the wrong door” Luke said to her, she smiled sweetly at him. “That's alright dear, can I help you ?” she asked, he nodded. “Do you know the girl that lived here before you ? y/n?” 

“oh yes, she's very sweet. She stops in and checks on me” 

“Do you know where she lives now by any chance ?” 

“Uh, I don’t want to just give her address out to strangers dear” the older woman smiled at him. 

“Oh.. I understand. thank you anyways” Luke turned and headed back down the stairs. 

“Wait!” she called out to him, “Maple street, that’s all I can tell you” she said, Luke smiled at her, “Thank you” 

Luke ran down the stairs, and ran as fast he could to maple street. 

Fuck, why didn't I drive ? 

Luke walked down Maple street, his eyes looking over every driveway to find your car. There it was, 46 Maple street and you stood at your front door, your back to Luke. 

The rain began to pour out of nowhere, like a full on thunderstorm. You stepped back inside and Luke made his way across the street to your driveway. 

When you stepped back outside with your bag, Luke stood on your driveway. 

“What are you doing here ?” you asked him, he looked like a crazy person just standing on your driveway in the pouring rain. 

“You waited for me ?” he asked, his hand ran over his face to wipe the water off but it made no difference. You made your way down the steps, you stood across from Luke now. 

“I did” you answered him, you too, were now soaked from the rain. 

“I’m sorry” he told you

“For what ?” you asked, you knew why he apologized but you needed to hear him say it. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you last night. I shouldn't have acted the way I did.” he stepped closer to you. 

You watched Luke’s movements, his hands rested on your hips, his face inches away from yours. You’re absolutely sure that anyone who looked outside must think the two of you are out of your minds to be standing in the pouring rain, just having a conversation. You didn't say anything to Luke, you had already said what you needed too. 

“Y/n?” Luke looked down at you, you looked up at him, “Luke ?” 

“I love you.” his hand cupped your face, making you look at him. 

“Luke I..” you sighed, as much as you wanted to tell him you loved him, and you did, you weren't sure if you could, well you weren't sure if you should. 

“It's okay, you don't have to sa-” 

“Luke I love you” 

Luke’s expression changed, there was now a smile on his face. “God I love you so much” Luke picked you up and spun you around, making you laugh as you clung onto him. 

“Luke put me down!” 

Luke set you back on your two feet, this time, your hand came up to his face and he looked at you. 

“I need you to promise me something Luke” 

“Anything” 

“Promise me you’ll try and quit, I know it’s hard but I promise I'll be by your side” 

Luke nodded, “I promise, only if you promise to stick with me” 

You stuck your pinky out, Luke chuckled and wrapped his pinky around you. 

“always Luke, always.” 

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[samwxlsxon]

worried glances.

summary: You are a tech analyst for the Avengers. After the events of The Winter Soldier, you tracked Bucky down out of curiosity. Your relationship blossomed in secret. Now that Bucky has been arrested by Joint Counter Terrorism, your secret relationship is in jeopardy of being outed.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: language and bad writing if you count that

sidenote: hi! this is my first fic of any kind so if it sucks, i am truly sorry. it is definitely going to have a part 2, but idk how many parts after that?? i hope you guys like it! any feedback is appreciated :))

read part 2 here!

If you could describe Berlin’s Joint Counter Terrorism Centre, hot certainly would not be in your description. The glass walls and empty spaces allowed for easy flow of air. Like any government building, it was surely freezing. It was the middle of summer so the AC was up full blast.

But you were melting. Your face and ears were burning and you were sure you would melt a hole in the metal handles of the doors when you pushed them aside. You were in a sundress and a light jacket, but you felt like a furnace.

You entered the building behind Tony and you couldn’t help the nerves that had overcome your body. A man, who would later introduce himself as Everett Ross, greeted you as soon as you entered.

“Tony Stark,” Ross shook Tony’s hand and acknowledged you as well. “Glad you decided to come to your senses. The Accords are good work.”

Tony rolled his eyes and responded while looking at your distressed form, “Tell that to blondie and his goon of a friend. And to this one over here. Can we get her some water? I don’t need another medical bill.”

As you were led through the glass halls, you tuned out their conversation and focused on the ringing in your ears.

The Accords had everyone on edge. Tony and Steve had obvious tensions and they seemed to have dragged the rest of the team down as well. It started to become obvious whose side you were on when you refused to attend the signing. You had stayed in New York, making adjustments to online data units just to keep your mind off things. You weren’t much for arguing. Besides, you had slightly bigger problems-- problems that involved a criminal with a metal arm.

To say you had curiosity towards the Winter Soldier was an understatement. So much so, that you managed to stick a micro-tracker to his arm during the fight on the highway two years ago. Steve and Sam chastised you for getting involved, but you didn’t care. The nasty black eye the Winter Soldier had given you was deemed worth it now that you had secured his location. 

The technology was virtually undetectable-- your creation, of course.  You could only notice it if you were looking for it. You knew you needed to keep a tab on him. And when you found out that he was Steve’s long-lost bestie, that only solidified the need to keep him under watch.

But the longer you stared at his location, the more you wanted to find yourself in Bucharest and knock on his door.

You wanted to talk to him, to put the pieces together- to learn about the HYDRA technology he’d seen. It would be a breakthrough. It would finally give the Avengers a boost ahead of the enemy.

You knew Steve would never look your way again if he found out you had this information or if he even knew you were thinking of paying Bucky a visit. But curiosity killed the cat.

So that’s why, a little over a year ago, you showed up on Bucky’s apartment doorstep with a black journal and a nervous smile. You figured you’d give him the journal as a peace offering, hoping that he get some use out of it. You knocked a couple times, but he didn’t even open the door as he told you to go away.

‘So much for hospitality’ you thought. The hot, dry weather made you start to regret wearing jeans. "Um, I don’t know if you remember me,” you crossed your arms and spoke against the door. “But we met in D.C. I’m a friend of Steve’s.”

There was no movement for a couple minutes. Then, you heard clicks coming from the locks and the door creaked open. He stood in front of you with a face that looked far from amused. He looked tired, metal arm mostly covered by a jacket despite the heat. His hair was behind his ears and stubble crept up the sides of his face.

He silently stepped aside, inviting you in. He watched carefully as you entered, shutting and locking the door behind you. The apartment was dark despite the florescent lights hanging from the ceiling. The kitchen area was cluttered with dishes and boxes. The couch was small and the walls were missing chips of paint. The bed on the floor looked like it had seen better days. The apartment looked like someone hadn’t thought of cleaning it for quite some while.

There was a table in the corner next to some shelves and then a singular bathroom. You looked from Bucky to the space. ‘Fitting.’ you thought. At least it matched his style- rugged and confused. You walked further inside and placed the journal on the table, sticking your hands in your pockets.

“What’s that?” he asked gruffly. He eyed the journal and leaned against the front door.

“It’s nothing, really.” You sat down on the chair next to the table and tapped on the cover of the book. “I thought you would like something to write things in. Like the stuff you learn...about yourself, or something.”

The newspaper that covered the windows prevented most light from entering the apartment. The lights on the ceiling were doing minimal to accentuate his features. You really couldn’t tell if he was even showing emotion.

He slowly removed himself from the front door and walked towards you. He was weary to pick up the journal, but when he did, he held it in his hands for a couple seconds and flipped through the blank pages.

“Thank you.” he responded. It was straight to the point. His voice didn’t waver or give any indication of what he was actually thinking. If he completely hated it, you wouldn’t have known.

You nodded and put your hands on your lap, intertwining them. “Yeah no problem.” you breathed, following the statement with an introduction.

“James. But I go by Bucky.” He took a seat in-front of you at the table. He left the journal in the middle of the table and eyed you as he got comfortable. “I know you didn’t come here to give me a journal. So what do you want?”

So then it started. You explained to him your curiosity; your curiosity for him and your desire to help him remember his past. You didn’t dare mention HYDRA. You wouldn’t want him mistaking your interest for something evil.

It quickly turned into a conversation. You asked him how much he remembered and what actually happened to him. You told him about Steve, the Avengers, New York, Ultron, everything. And he was interested. He would occasionally chime into your stories with a comment or a memory that was triggered by something you said. It was the first real conversation Bucky had in over 70 years.

And things sprinted from there. You visited him as often as you could, a couple times a month if things allowed it. You told the team you were out with friends for the weekend or visiting your family at home.

You wired your phone’s GPS to match your made-up location and found yourself at the very door you once wouldn’t even think about knocking on.

Bucky was stoic and downright intimidating, no matter how often you visited. But as you continued to bring him old pictures of Steve or excerpts from military documents at the time of his enlistment, he started to open up.

He started asking you questions about his past-his family. You had done your research on his origins, prepared to tell him everything.

He and Steve grew up in Brooklyn. His parents were Winnipeg and George Barnes. He was an officer in the 107th. You had all this information but you were so hesitant to tell him. You felt like you were robbing Steve of his moment.

You didn’t want to lie to Steve. Ever since D.C. he had longed for his best friend. It broke your heart that you were going behind his back. It felt even worse knowing that it was Steve who was supposed to be sharing these memories with Bucky.

But it was too late to tell him now. The more people that knew about Bucky’s location the riskier it would be. He was a wanted criminal after all.

But when Bucky gave you a look of curiosity and confusion, you knew he had been through enough pain to be withheld an answer. He would drink up the answers you gave him, engraving them into his memory. Every new discovery would be written in his journal.

Slowly, he began to anticipate your arrival and dread your departure. You were his first real friend in decades.

And so it went on for months. The visits and the talks. You were too intrigued to leave him alone, and at this point, you don’t think you could leave him if you tried. Slowly that friendship began to escalate. You would spend nights in his apartment instead of at the Marriott down the street. You would sleep on the couch. It was not the most comfortable sleep of your life, but you didn’t dare take the bed. He didn't deserve more discomfort.

He would greet you with a smile and a hug when you would arrive. Although the hug was brief and hesitant, it was a start. You would go on walks throughout the city and he would point out the Romanian architecture. He would teach you bits of Romanian and Russian. Common words like ‘coffee’ or ‘restroom’.

It would keep you both occupied. He would never admit it out loud, but he was grateful for your company. Loneliness and his trauma didn’t mix well.

It was like someone had taken your relationship, once so distant and weary, and turned it completely upside down.

Something as trivial as an accidental brush of his hand on yours as you reached for a french fry at dinner would stay in your mind for hours. You would lay next to him as he hesitantly wrapped his human arm around you, too scared about the unpredictability of his metal one.

He would tell you stories from his childhood involving Steve and you would laugh at the amount of times that man had found himself in alley fights.

Eight months into the visits, your relationship took a turn. You stood inside of his apartment about to leave for the airport. He had grabbed your hand and turned you to look him.

You were close. So close that you could see your reflection in his beautiful blue eyes. After a moment of staring, you did the only thing fitting at the time. You leaned in and kissed him.

He was so shocked, he didn’t move. It had been years since he had any amicable human interaction. His days had been filled with torture and pain. To see you treat him with such care and understanding made him question everything. You helped him remember.

Realizing that he wasn’t reciprocating, you pulled back, apologizing profusely. You had ruined everything. As you made another attempt for the door, he grabbed you and kissed you again. It felt right. It felt comforting. His lips molded with yours like they were peices of a puzzle; like they belonged together.

It was as if he was communicating to you all the longing and ache that was inside him all this time. Longing for affection.

So here you are, exactly six months from the kiss. The kiss eventually turned into more kisses. Those turned into feelings. He was different around you. A good different. Happy.

It became an unspoken relationship. You two obviously cared for each other. No one ever found out, no one ever could find out, especially not Steve.

If anyone discovered you had formed a secret relationship with a wanted Soviet criminal, you would be in more trouble than you cared to see yourself in.

The Avengers never really saw eye-to-eye with anyone trying to impose on them. They were independent, autonomous. But now, things were different. Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Nat.

They all agreed that the Avengers were overdue for some checks. That allowed an outlet for world governments to ease their way into putting the Avengers in their place.

When you got a call from Natasha saying something along the lines of Steve and Sam arrested, bomb at the signing, and Winter Soldier, you were on a plane to Berlin in a heartbeat.

With half of the Avengers teamed up with the government, Steve and Sam had no choice but to surrender. The Avengers were splitting.

So yeah, you were nervous. With Bucky on max-security lockdown, he would be just one question away from outing your relationship. While you never think he would, a slip-up could make you lose your job; a slip-up could have you arrested.

Ross led you and Tony to a glass office in the middle of a control center. Sharon was already inside and gave you a small wave as you made eye contact.

“You can wait in here until they arrive. Rogers and Wilson have had their gear impounded. I’ll make sure you get a copy receipt of what was taken.” Ross gave you a nod and turned to an agent beside him, ordering her to give Tony the write-up of the suits.

Tony’s ringtone made you turn your head. “It’s the Secretary. Shit. Go inside, I need to take this.” He sighed, pinched his noise, and walked towards a quieter area.

You turned around and opened the door to the office. There was a TV hanging from the ceiling. It was playing news coverage from Vienna.

‘Jesus,’ you thought. You sat down in-front of Sharon and gave her a worried look. The chair squeaked as you leaned back.

“What the hell happened?” You bit your finger nail and waited for her answer.

“A bomb went off at the signing. Large casualties. Killed the king of Wakanda. Security cameras caught Barnes on the scene. He’s the main suspect. The clean up for this is going to be insane.” She shook her head, thinking of the amount of press calls she would have to take after this was over.

You were speechless. How could it have been Bucky if he hadn’t left Bucharest in months? You had removed the tracker from his arm and apologized a long time ago, but he surely would’ve told you if he was planning on leaving, incase you came to visit.

She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Steve and Wilson tracked down Barnes. They insisted on bringing him in instead of authorities. And look where that got them.”

Now that peaked your interest. “How did they find him? Steve has been looking for him for months.”

“They got a tip, I guess.” You noticed something in her voice when she spoke. She was too quick to answer and it sounded rushed, like she wanted to gloss over the topic.

“Next thing we know all four of them are beating ass in a public highway. Lots of damage, but what’s new.” She gave you a dry laugh.

“Four? Who else was there?” You asked.

“T’Challa. Wakandan. He’s the kings son.” She paused. “Well, king now. He has a superhero gimmick of his own. They call him Black Panther. Seems like everybody’s got a toy these days.” She rolled her eyes.

You were about to say something when there was a knock on the glass wall. Ross was standing there signaling for Sharon to come out.

“They’re here. Stay and I’ll be back.” She got up and left the office. As she opened the door you could hear the commotion going on outside. Phones ringing and people talking. Ross’s voice barking orders made you chuckle.

You stared at the TV for a moment. A reporter stood in-front of the rubble and spoke. It was muted so you couldn’t hear what he was saying.

You thought back to what Sharon had said. A tip. Someone else knew where Bucky had been. That meant that they most likely saw you coming and going from his apartment. He was being tracked. He was being watched.

“Fuck.” You mumbled. You leaned your head back to stare at the ceiling.

You were an idiot. Of course he was being watched. He’s a ninety-something super soldier that worked as a brainwashed killing machine for Soviet Inc. since god-knows-when. To think anyone even let him get away was crazy.

You began to think of Bucky. He cannot catch a god damn break. After the time you’d spent with him, you couldn’t picture why people saw him as a threat.

“Well maybe the part where he’s killed people.” you mumbled while you put your face in your hands. He was so different around you- caring and gentle, nothing like the man who had once punched you in the face.

You spun around in your chair a couple times. You wondered how he was feeling. A pang in your chest hit you as you thought of him being carried away like a killer.

Mid-spin you spotted Tony and Steve walking towards the office. You stopped yourself and let your body adjust to the slight dizziness. No sign of Bucky. Of course not.

You bit back a worried look as they entered through the door. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you opened your mouth.

“Biggest idiot award goes to you, you idiot. Emphasis on stupid.” You got up and gave Steve a slap on the shoulder. He probably didn’t even feel it.

Feeling slightly bad for the slap, you engulfed him in a tight embrace. He chuckled and hugged you back, having to bend at the waist a little to match your height. “Compromise. I’ll leave all the idiot with you next time.”

You pulled away and glared at him. You weren’t necessarily a mean person, so you hadn’t had much practice in the art of menace. The glare was futile. Hopefully he got the message.

“She’s right.” Tony sighed as he sat down in the chair you had just gotten up from. “You made things worse. So much worse. What the hell were you thinking? I had calmed Ross down about the whole Accords signing for now. He was so close to giving you more time. Well, if you thought the Secretary was on my ass before, you should see him now. He wants you and Wilson prosecuted, Steve. And I don’t think I can get you out of this one.”

You shot Tony another of your infamous looks of concern. “Prosecuted? Now that’s a bit much. Tony he barely did anything wrong.”

He scoffed. “Barely? Captain Righteous chased a wanted national criminal and Soviet assassin through a highway in a country he’s not even from. There was fighting. There was damage. Not to mention the sweet media blowup this is all going to get.

“I told you we needed checks. You cannot decide where you want to exert your power. The Accords, Steve. This isn’t a free for all.”

Steve rolled his eyes and started walking around the space. “I understand that Tony. You-.”

“No!” Tony’s hand slammed on the table, making you jump and rest back against the glass wall. “I don’t think you do understand.” Steve stopped walking and looked at him.

“You are not understanding the true consequences of your actions here. For too long you, we, the Avengers, have caused chaos all around the world without so much as a slap on the wrist. No consequences. No repercussions. We think in our own self-interest.

“And just to show how little you’ve learned, you get yourself involved in an arrest that no one asked you to meddle with! You need to be checked, Rogers.” Tony rested his hand on his mouth.

Steve slowly sat down in-front of him and spoke, “We help people,Tony. As much as we don’t want to, there will always be casualties. We do it our way because our way works. We will be limited under the hand of the government if we let them control us. We take risks for the better of the people. Sometimes our judgement is the best judgement because we train for things like this. Under order of a third party we give up our right to decide.

“Bucky is my best friend.” Your stomach flipped when you heard his name. “He doesn’t deserve to be locked in here like an animal. He was brainwashed- tortured. HYDRA kept him for years as a pawn in one of their sick experiments. I’d be damned if it wasn’t me who brought him in.” He intertwined his hands on the table.

Tony pushed his chair back from the desk to give him room to lean back. “You’re not allow-” he started.

“Is he okay?” You spoke quietly from against the wall.

Both heads snapped towards you. Tony gave you a funny look, probably wondering why you even bothered asking.

Steve turned his chair slightly towards you, silently thankful for an escape from the argument.

“For now. He isn’t hurt or anything, but they have him locked up. They’re giving him a psych eval and then shipping him off.” He looked down and shook his head.

You bounced off the wall. “They’re moving him? Where? Why not just try him here?” You crossed your arms and got closer to the table.

“I don’t know.” Steve shrugged. “He has pending warrants in like 3 other countries. Not to mention he is accused of killing a Wakandan king. He’s going there first. And he never really committed a crime in Berlin so he had no reason to stay.”

“So much for keeping an eye on him. ‘M sorry, Stevie.” You muttered and gave him a sad look. He nodded and gave you a small smile in return.

In reality, you weren’t sad. Not sad, but angry. You had no right to be. He was wanted. He had to go through trial. You were mad at HYDRA. You were mad that those slimy motherfuckers put him through all this. They crafted him to be a perfect weapon but didn’t think of the consequences on his life.

Tony was about to speak up when Sharon and Sam entered the office.

“Bird costume? C’mon.” Sam exclaimed, trailing behind Sharon.

She rolled her eyes and walked to the table and picked up the TV remote. “Shut up, I didn’t write it.”

Grumbling, Sam sat down next to Steve after shoving the paper in his pocket.

Sharon gave Steve a quick look and pressed a button on the remote. She changed the channel on the TV. The news network from before now gone and replaced with live footage. Live footage from inside Bucky’s cell.

Well, if you could call it a cell. It was more like a block. A block with wrist and ankle cuffs and glass that looked like clear cement. He couldn’t escape if he wanted to.

Your jaw dropped and you let out a small gasp.

“His evaluation should start in about twenty minutes. I’ll leave this up here for you. Just don’t go blabbing that you saw this, please.” She gave you all a pleading look. Everyone nodded but Steve. He was too busy staring at Bucky through the screen.

Again, you felt the guilt in your chest from keeping the tracker secret from Steve.

Sam let out a low whistle. “They weren’t kidding about the security, huh.”

A small smile crept on Tony’s face but he didn’t look up from his phone. Steve silently got up and walked up close to the TV. He sat against the table, his eyes never leaving the screen.

You tried to not let your face give away your emotions. Bucky looked lonely. You wanted to touch him. Hold him. Tell him that everything was going to be okay. But those were empty promises because everything was absolutely, most definitely, not okay.

You were about to lose the man you loved to a jail cell for who-knows how long and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Kinda fucking blows.

You had to casually rub your eye in order to stop the tears that were about to flow freely down your cheeks.

But the footage was short lived. Sharon saw two agents approach the office door and immediately changed the TV back. You wondered why she was so picky about that, seeing as the walls were made of glass.

Wondering why the channel was changed, Steve whipped around fast enough to see the agents walk in through the door. You rested your finger tips on the side of the table and picked at the wooden edge, too entrapped in your thoughts to truly process their entrance.

However, you turned around slowly as they addressed you.

The agent on the right was taller than the other. He looked important. They both did. While the rest of the agents in the building were dressed in casual business wear, these two wore suits. When you were walking through, you had only noticed suits on people like Ross- it signaled importance in your eyes.

When you didn’t respond, the tall one called your name again. Now everyone was paying attention. Tony had set his phone down and eyed them carefully.

“Yeah?” You protectively crossed your arms and stood up straighter.

This time, the shorter one spoke. “Ma’am, if you could please come with us. We would like to ask you some questions regarding Mr. Barnes.”

And your heart stopped.

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i hope you guys liked it! lmk if you want to be added to the tag list for my future fics. any critiques or comments you guys have are always welcomed :) requests are open xoxo

[itsmealaiah]

TW: comfort angst, use of alcohol, drinking, p in v sex, protected sex, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, idk how to describe it so like make up sex?

Request: (by @il0vet0mk4ulitz) hopefully u write this on ur massive writing request rampage, can you write about tom and y/n being connected again by seeing each other at a bar after being broken up for 4 years. he's older now (2014 era) and they go back to his, catch up on things and then start to kiss which leads to sexy time tyyy love <33

Rating: mature themes ahead! mdni, please mind the tags!

WC: 2.3k

Not proofread!

The dim lighting of the bar made it difficult for Tom to make out any distinct features of the woman across the room, but he could tell it was you. Four years ago, you had been inseparable, but now, you were strangers. He hadn't seen you since you left him that day, and the pain had been unbearable. But tonight, as he watched you laugh and sip your drink, he couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe this was the moment he'd been waiting for, the moment when fate brought you back together.

He gathered his courage and made his way over to your table. As he slid into the booth next to you, you looked up at him, your eyes widening in recognition. "Tom?"

"Hi, y/n," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't want to scare you off. "It's been a long time."

You nodded, still looking a little unsure. "It has," you agreed. There was an awkward silence as you both took each other in. Tom hadn't realized how much you'd grown up since he'd last seen you. You looked so confident and put together now. "How have you been?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"I've been alright," Tom replied, gesturing for the bartender to bring him a drink. "the band's been pretty busy. How about you?"

You told him about your new job, the apartment you'd moved into, and the trips you'd taken over the past four years. As you talked, Tom found himself lost in your eyes again, the pain of the past fading away. It felt like no time had passed at all. When the conversation began to flow more easily, he reached over and took your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. You looked up at him, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"So," you said, clearing your throat, "you still live around here?"

"Yeah," Tom replied, nodding. "I moved into a new place with bill when we broke up. It's nothing fancy, but it's close to everything."

You looked down at your hand, still intertwined with his. "I'm glad you've been doing alright," you said softly. "I've missed you."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with emotion. Tom leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I've missed you too, y/n." He could feel the tension building between you, and he knew that if he didn't make a move soon, he'd regret it.

Slowly, he traced his finger along your jawline, down the length of your neck, before pulling you closer. Your lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss. It was as if no time had passed since the last time you'd been together, the kisses still seemingly full of love.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel the tension begin to ease from your bodies. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your body against his, wanting to feel as close to him as possible. Tom let out a low groan, his hands sliding up under your shirt, tracing the outline of your back.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the feeling of being together again. The music around you faded away, the noise of the bar disappeared, and it was just the two of you. It felt right, so right, like nothing had ever changed.

Eventually, you pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. Tom's eyes were still locked on yours, his expression a mixture of desire and tenderness. "Do you want to come back to my place?" he asked, his voice husky.

You smiled, feeling a shiver run down your spine. "I'd like that," you replied, a note of longing in your voice. "I'd really like that."

You finished your drink and stood up, allowing Tom to help you gather your things. As you walked out of the bar, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders, as if you were finally able to breathe again. The night air was cool against your skin, and you held onto tom's, drawing him closer. He wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand finding the small of your back as he led you to his car. The drive seemed to pass in a blur, your heart racing with anticipation of what was to come.

When you finally arrived at his place, Tom fumbled for his keys, unlocking the door and ushering you inside. The apartment was cozy and warm, with a comfortable couch and a well-lit kitchen. You followed him into the bedroom, your gaze sweeping over the familiar surroundings. The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled and inviting. You couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to lie there with Tom again.

He closed the door behind you and turned to face you, taking in your appearance. You could see the desire burning in his eyes, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "You're even more beautiful than I remember," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

Slowly, he reached up and cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. His eyes never left yours as he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, their softness molding against yours. Your bodies melted together, his strength holding you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands roamed down your back, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. You could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against you, and it sent a wave of desire coursing through you.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air as he trailed his lips down your neck, sucking gently on the soft skin there. His hands moved lower, sliding over your hips and then lower still, until they were cupping your ass. He squeezed gently, pulling you closer against his hard length. You moaned, arching your back as you felt the need for him grow more urgent.

He turned you around, pressing you against the wall, his body pinning you there. His kisses grew more urgent, his tongue dancing with yours as his hands found the buttons of your shirt. With shaking fingers, he undid them one by one, revealing your bare skin to his touch. He traced the outline of your breasts with his thumbs, causing them to peak through the lace of your bra. You arched your back, wanting more, needing him closer. He reached behind you, unclasping your bra with practiced ease, freeing your breasts from their confines.

He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. You cried out, the sensation almost too much to bear. He leaned down, taking one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder as he flicked his tongue against the peak. You moaned, your head falling back against the wall, your body trembling with desire. He switched to the other breast, treating it to the same attentive love, teasing and pleasuring until you were lost in the sensation of his touch.

Finally, he released you, breathing heavily against your neck. You could feel the heat from his body, the hardness of his erection pressed against you. He unbuckled his belt, lowered his pants, and kicked them off, revealing his arousal. His hands went to the button of your jeans, and then with a gentle tug, he slid them down your hips, over your legs, until you were standing before him in only your underwear.

He stepped back, taking in the sight of you. You could feel a blush creep up your neck and onto your cheeks, but the desire in his eyes made you feel beautiful, desired. He moved forward again, his lips finding yours in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands moved up your sides, cupping your breasts once more, before sliding down to your hips, helping to guide you to the bed.

As you fell onto the mattress, he followed, his weight pressing you into the soft surface. His kisses trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, to your breast. He cupped your breast in his hand, his thumb circling your nipple as he lowered his head, taking the hardened peak into his mouth. You moaned, arching your back, the sensation almost too much to bear.

He moved lower, his tongue tracing the line of your ribs before reaching your navel. He teased it with his tongue, circling it before finally dipping inside. You gasped, your hips lifting off the bed as you felt the need for him grow more urgent. He slid his hand down between your legs, feeling the wetness of your arousal. He parted your folds, exposing your swollen clit, and began to tease it with his fingers.

You cried out, your body trembling as he brought you to the brink of orgasm. You felt the sensation building, growing more intense with each stroke of his fingers. You arched your back, your legs falling open wider, giving him better access. And then he pressed two fingers inside you, finding your g-spot, and began to thrust. You screamed, your body convulsing as the pleasure overtook you. You came hard, your inner walls squeezing around his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you.

He held you close, his lips moving over your neck and shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. You felt his erection pressed against your leg, and the thought of him being inside you for the first time in four years sent a shiver down your spine. He rolled off you, reaching for a condom from his bedside table, and rolled it on with practiced ease. Then he was back on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed. He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes meeting yours in the darkness.

With one smooth thrust, he was inside you, filling you up in a way that had been achingly empty for so long. You cried out, arching your back as he buried himself to the hilt. The sensation of being connected to him again was overwhelming, and you felt a fresh wave of desire wash over you. He began to move, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythmic cadence that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

He held your gaze as he fucked you, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness that left you breathless. His fingers dug into your hips, urging you to meet his thrusts, and you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper into the sensation. He was so big, so solid, and the feel of him moving inside you was almost too much to bear.

You moaned, arching your back as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. He growled, his hips snapping faster in response. You could feel the heat building between you, and with each passing second it grew more intense. You tried to match his pace, but found yourself unable to keep up with his strength.

His movements became rougher, more demanding. He slammed into you, over and over, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that felt almost primal. You could feel the head of his cock brush against something deep inside you with each thrust, and it sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice raw with desire. "Let me feel you." He gripped your hips tighter, his thrusts harder, his pace more demanding. You arched your back, meeting his force with your own, unable to resist the urge to match him stroke for stroke.

His lips found your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin as he continued to thrust. You felt the pressure building inside you, the familiar tightness in your belly that signaled your impending release. You cried out, your body tensing as the sensation overwhelmed you.

"Yes, that's it," he groaned, feeling your body tensing around him. He slammed into you one final time, his cock throbbing as he came, filling the condom. You could feel him shudder above you, his weight bearing down on you as he rode out the wave of pleasure.

He collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His heavy breaths fanned your neck as he came down from his high. You lay there, feeling his weight, his warmth, his presence. You could feel the stickiness between your legs where he had been inside you, the residual ache of being filled. It was all so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. It had been four years since he'd been inside you, and the feeling was overwhelming in the best possible way.

You smiled to yourself, remembering how he used to tease you, make you moan. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you recalled the way he would look at you with such desire, his eyes dark and intense. You traced your fingers over the skin where his had been, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your palm. It was then that you realized something: despite all the pain and hurt that had come between you, there was still a connection there. A connection that went deeper than words or time.

You felt a pang in your heart as you thought about the years that had passed, the fights you'd had, the hurt you'd caused each other. But in this moment, with his weight bearing down on you, you couldn't help but feel hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to each other. Maybe you could rediscover the love and passion that had brought you together in the first place.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You could feel his lips move against your skin, his breath warm and steady. He kissed your shoulder, his lips soft against your skin. "I've missed you, you know," he murmured.

You opened your eyes, looking up at him. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, you could see the vulnerability behind the familiar mask of strength. "I've missed you too," you whispered, reaching up to touch his face. "So much."

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Respect

Hiram Lodge x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’ve recently caught up with Riverdale and honestly i just watch for Hiram and for the other Riverdale daddies or is it zaddie? Idk but I had a beautiful idea that Hiram needed to be put in his place. 

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“Mrs. Lodge.” The guards greeted you as you made your way down the cell block to where Hiram was stationed, you could practically feel his fury from the end of the hall. He was absolutely raging.

Good.

You made your way down the hall, ignoring all other prisoners; drunks, addicts and petty criminals as you made your way down to the true villain in this prison block. Your beloved husband.

He was shirtless and still bloody from his fight with Archie, you smiled to yourself as you approached the cell.

“Hello lover.” You smiled, and watched as Hiram turned to face you.

“Y/N.” He said with a look of surprise. “What are you doing here?”

You didn’t answer him as you gestured for the guard closest to you to walk over.

“Unlock this please. I want to speak with my husband.” You said sweetly.

“That’s against protocol, miss.”

You rolled your eyes and opened your purse, pulling out a crisp hundred dollar bill. “Twenty minutes alone with my husband and you’ll get another one when I’m finished.”

The guard said nothing as he unlocked the door and let you in before taking the bill and locking the door behind you. “Twenty minutes.” He said gruffly.

“Amore. What are you doing here?” Hiram asked as he came closer to you, and was about to wrap you in his embrace when you put your hands on his bare chest. You let out a little hum of appreciation at the hot, muscle pressed under your fingertips but kept him just a breath away from your body.

You smiled again unable to help yourself at the confusion on Hiram’s face. “I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you locked in this cage, the cage I put you in.” You smiled, leaning in to just brush your lips against his, before you pulled away and saw his face. He was pissed.

“You?” He asked his eyebrows furrowing.

“Yes. You’re doting-” you paused before brushing another kiss across his lips. “And sweet wife. Who knew you couldn’t resist picking a fight with that stupid ginger fuck.” You laughed harshly. “It was just an added bonus that you had to go an make a spectacle of it all, you’re so fucking predictable Hiram.” You hissed against his lips before yanking harshly on his hair, pulling his face completely away from yours, your long nails digging into his scalp, earning a growl from Hiram.

“Why?” He growled.

You let out a small sigh. “Get on your knees.” You commanded as your dug your nails harder into Hiram’s scalp.

Hiram said nothing and didn’t fight you as you pushed him down to his knees. He looked up at you his chocolate eyes filled with rage and it made you feel so powerful having him on his knees before you, even as he’s seething with anger.

“I put up with a lot of your shit Hiram. I don’t care about the drugs, the clubs, the prison, all your underhanded shit.” You chuckled. “Or even the extortion of juveniles fighting in your underground wanna be fight club. No, what I care about and the reason why I put you here is because I know you’ve been fucking someone else.” You practically growled the last part at him. “I know you’ve been fucking that bitch behind my back, and I won’t stand for what is mine to be in someone else’s bed.”

“It was just business, nothing happened.” He growled.

“Don’t fucking lie to me Hiram. I know everything about you and that bitch. How you’d meet at the maple club or at her place. You belong in my bed and only my bed. This punishment is so you never forget that.” You released your grip on his hair and soothed his scalp, before grabbing his hair again and lifting your leg to place the pointed heel of your shoe on his bare shoulder, showing Hiram that you wore nothing underneath your tight little skirt and the other part of his punishment.”

Hiram hissed as your heel dug into his bare shoulder, but licked his lips as he took in your glistening cunt and understood the next part of his punishment.

“You’ll be released from here in a couple of days, but until then I want you to think about what you did, really think about it and how you plan to make amends for your wrong doings.” You said softly stroking his hair once again, before pressing his face into your pussy.

You let out a low moan as Hiram wasted no time and flattened his tongue, licking up your folds, suckling on your clit making you buck and your heel dug further into Hiram’s shoulder earning a groan from him as he suckled you’re clit. You felt his large hands grip the back of your thighs so he could bury his tongue deeper inside you and you let out a low moan, pleased with how good his repentance was going so far. You stroked Hiram’s hair lovingly now as he continued to eat you up, his tongue diving into your center before licking back up your folds and circling your clit.

“You’re mine Hiram Lodge. And don’t you forget it.” You said and felt Hiram nod, humming his agreement against your folds. You pulled his hair again taking him away from your center so he can look up at your face, you watched him lick his lips.

“I want to hear you say it. And then you can finish what you started.”

“I’m yours Y/N.” He said lovingly as he stroked the back of your thighs. “Only yours.”

“Good boy.” You purred before placing his head back between your legs, groaning as you felt his hot tongue circle your clit again and eventually bringing you over the edge. With good timing too, since your twenty minutes were up by the time you righted your skirt.

“Your twenty minutes are up.” The guard said as he unlocked the cell.

You inspected the small gash on Hiram’s shoulder from your heel, before brushing your lips against his, tasting yourself on his lips. “I’ll see you when you get home in a few days. Until then think about what we discussed.”

[jorstar]

👉👈Can I tell y'all what I did today and overshare?

I got up at 6:25 and hit the snooze button till 10 mins b4 I had to b at work like I always do <3teehee and I used dry shampoo on my hair bc I didn't want to take a shower yesterday

I drove to work and listened to the new svt album and was like damn ok game boi game boi game boi I guess

I put on my apron and noticed that the necklace I literally got yesterday fell off sometime between home and getting to work retraced my steps a lil since then and never found it last place It could b cuz I didn't rlly look there is my yard

Had a 4 hr shift today which I never really get days so short but it was relatively uneventful work day

I bought salmon to cook for dinner and some other stuff like I finally bought some flowers to put in my window planter thats been empty but one of them wouldn't scan so I was like well ok whatever free flowers 4 me I guess >:]

looked for my necklace in parking lot on way out and couldn't find it 🙁

Put stuff away when I got home and finally washed dishes that I've been putting off for like a week

Put some kimchi ramen in the microwave

Wondered if I should do laundry and then noticed I had a little blood stain on my sheets so i washed pillow cases along w other stuff

Ate ramen while watching yt on tv and felt really dizzy and light headed occasionally while eating and it was really fuckin weird

Watched stuff on the whole Steven crowder h3 podcast whatever and by that I mean like watching the reactions from the various leftist youtubers I dabble in

Put out trash for garbage man tomorrow I usually put it out every other week bc I don't accumulate a lot by myself but I threw out some nasty expired milk the other day and don't want it stinking up my bin in the hot sun

Watched the new loona trailer w miss lip and was like

Put clean sheets and stuff back on my bed and folded clothes. just folded! Not put away fuck that

Went and got mail and got some ad and threw it away. shouldve got my city bill by now wtf

Wiped down my bathroom counter (and why that's relevant will be clear in due time friend)

Lil TMI incoming but I put in my diva cup it's my second period using it so I'm still in the learning process

Got nakey, put on spotify and took a shower

Got dressed after, put up my hair, washed my hands and cleaned my ears as too get ready for the ritual to come...

Sooo uuuh I pierced both my ears w those disposable kits like I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW bad idea o mine but here I am sitting writing this in the aftermath what's done is done

So then I started preparing dinner while thinking hmmm earlobe be throbbing a lil but I am just so giddy and excited about it

This is my 2nd time making salmon in the oven and Its actually surprising how easy it is..I love salmon

I eat da salmon w broccoli

I drink da water cuz my Google research says u need ta stay hydrated for healthy piercing process o_o

I think about for the 573475th time this week how much I want a cat or dog

I watch more YouTube then get to this point where I feel like I did a lot today and need to revel in the little things a bit and type it all out lmao I never make posts on here then I go and do this shit idk I think today was one of those days where I felt unfiltered like when youre sleep deprived or something but I really would like to post on Tumblr more definitely not to the extent I've shown here but yeah

Now I'm probably going to get ready for bed and watch shit on my iPad until I decide it's bedtime since my shift starts at 5am tomorrow

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A Second Chance

(https://humanveil.tumblr.com/post/184864859382)

Narcissa x Reader

Requested by Anon: idk if you write for her but i saw you put her on your characters i would kiss list so if u can would you do something about narcissa? like you introduce her to your friends and when she’s in the bathroom they say she’s too old for you and she hears you defend her and when you get home she gets insecure and you comfort her and just like uhh idk i love her sm and finally someone else recognizes how pretty she is. anyway if you do it ty and if you don’t write for her sry i’ll request elsewhere ly.

Warning(s): None

Summary: You go out to dinner to introduce your friends to your fiance, however their reaction is not as inviting as you expected. As a result Narcissa questions if this is the right thing, but you reassure her that it is.

Word Count: 2115

A/n: I know this isn’t AHS, but I did want to write this request. I promise I have some more AHS coming up so if you aren’t a fan of this there will be some more content soon.

Ok...to preface this story I should mention two things: 

#1 I know Narcissa can be a polarizing character. I did put her on my list of characters I would kiss, but that doesn��t mean I condone everything she does (although she did low-key save Harry which was kind of cool). 

#2 *moves to hide behind chair before whispering* I haven’t read the books. 😬 HP stans please don’t come after me, I promise I don’t mean to offend if I get something wrong. That’s why I didn’t include magic, because I didn’t want to try to write something that I don’t really know much about. To the Anon who requested this I hope you like it. Tbh it’s a little out of my wheelhouse of writing, but I don’t think it turned out that bad. 😅

“You’re sure you want to go out tonight? They won’t be upset if it’s just me.”

You pose the question for what has to be the tenth time as you observe your fiancé making the finishing touches on her coiffure showing off both her dark and light hair. Narcissa’s reflection looks at you and she replies, “I’m sure.”

Then her coffee brown eyes look down to the vanity’s table and she picks up one of her necklaces with a smirk playing on her lips as she teases, “I’m starting to think you’re more nervous than me.” Before she can ask, you come up behind her and latch her necklace that sparkles with small diamonds. At the same time, you explain, “I just want my friends to see what an amazing woman you are.”

She turns around and rises before cupping your face with her cool hands. Her smile helps to settle the nerves that have been building up and she softly soothes, “It’ll be okay, darling.” The calm reassurance brings you back to reality and you let out a sigh before admitting, “You’re right. I’m overthinking it.”

She takes her hands away and nods with a smile, but her face shows understanding, not condemnation. Then Narcissa takes your hand and asks, “Ready?” After taking a deep breath, you nod and answer, “Yes.” So you both step out of your bedroom and make your way to the local restaurant for dinner…

When you enter the building, the hostess shows you to your reserved table where two of your best friends sit. They greet you with familiar smiles, but when they see Narcissa behind you, their welcoming expressions falter. That reaction makes the pit in your stomach feel even heavier. But you hope they’ll keep an open mind. 

After sitting down next to your fiancé you take her hand under the table and give a reassuring squeeze. She gives you a small smile and you turn to your friends before stating, “This is my fiancé, Narcissa.”

Both of them remain cordial when greeting her, but you don’t miss their clenched jaws or stiffness throughout the whole meal. Even the conversations are strained and difficult to keep pleasant. Fortunately, years of experience with purebloods did teach Narcissa to keep face and remain as polite as the situation warranted. 

On the other hand, you can’t hardly eat your meal with how anxious you feel. You love your friends, but you also love Narcissa and seeing them act this way towards her is foreign to you. Maybe it’s too soon to go out with others. Perhaps the stigma around purebloods is still impacting daily relations.

After finishing her meal, your fiancé politely excuses herself to use the washroom. Before she walks away you see her small, reassuring smile. But as soon as she’s out of earshot, one of your friends grows serious and asks in a low voice,

“You’re seriously going to marry her?”

Her condescending tone makes you bristle up and you icily reply, “Yes. I’m going to marry her.”

That’s when your other friend chimes in, “But what about her helping Voldemort? Or how her family was almost all deatheaters, including herself?” 

Your body pulsates with heat at their accusations and your heart feels betrayed at their lack of understanding.

“Narcissa will be the first to admit that her past beliefs and actions were not honorable and deals with the shame and guilt of that. But that’s all she knew at the time. She’s changed since then. And while she isn’t perfect, her understanding and acceptance towards those outside of pureblood status is very much improved.” You retort.

However, they still look skeptical and one asks, “But what about Lucius? Or Bellatrix? She’s just left them all behind?” 

Then your other friend adds, “And what about her age, y/n? She could nearly be your mother.”

By now angry tears smart at your eyes and a lump of emotions crawls up your throat. But you swallow that down and answer, “She was loyal to them because it felt safe. Narcissa isn’t stupid. She witnessed what happened to Sirius and Andromeda. And she would have never left her son behind. As for her age, I don’t recall ever mentioning that factor between you and your partners.”

You take a breath to calm your temper and soften your voice before admonishing, “I thought I could trust you with this. I thought you would be supportive and understanding.” 

Both avoid your eyes, but don’t offer up apologies. So you mutter, “I’ll just pay for our meals and leave.” Just after you say that, Narcissa comes back around. She gives you a half-hearted smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. You try to give an encouraging smile back, but it falls flat. So after you pay your bill you say a quick goodbye to your friends before going home…

Once you’re back in your house, Narcissa lets her pleasant façade crumble away and says, “I think I’m going to retire for the night.” 

Right away you look to her and ask, “Are you feeling alright? I could draw a bath or get you some evening tea.” However, she shakes her head and carelessly brushes her lips against yours before responding, “That’s alright, darling. I think I’m just worn out from the day.”

She does look tired, but there is something more hidden in the dark depths of her eyes. Before you can investigate further, she backs away and soothes, “Don’t feel like you need to come up yet.” And before you can respond she’s already halfway up the stairs. 

She must have heard what they said. But should you respect her wish to be left alone? If she seems upset at you following her to the bedroom, you’ll leave. So you make your way up the stairs to see her removing her jewelry in front of her vanity.

Even though you know she heard you enter, Narcissa keeps her eyes focused on the mirror as you ask, “Narcissa, did you hear everything that they said today?” 

She lets out a breath and looks down to her hands that now rest on the table. Then she assures you, “It’s no big deal. Maybe they’re right though. Maybe you shouldn’t stay here with me.”

That suggestion breaks your heart and you rush up to her, cupping her face with your hands. She lets you guide her to face you and once her dark brown eyes meet yours you soothe, “They spoke out of turn and only retold the past. But they weren’t right to be concerned.” For a second, you see the raw emotion in her eyes, but she turns out of your hold and walks into the closet to change.

Rather than cornering her, you speak loud enough for her to hear, “They spoke their feelings and perspective. And while that is valid, that doesn’t make it the whole truth.”

Narcissa remains quiet, so you venture closer to the closet doorway and see her turned away from you, wearing a silk, forest green nightgown. She neatly places her clothes into the hamper and when she turns around to see you in the doorway, her eyes widen in surprise. But her neutral expression returns, and she comes up to you before weakly assuring you, “Y/n, I’m just tired.” But even she doesn’t seem convinced. 

Rather than trying to keep reasoning with her you decide to take a different approach and respond by taking her hand and leading her over to the bed. While you walk she asks, “What are you doing?” But you silently climb onto the bed and guide her to do the same.

Once you’re both on the bed, you guide Narcissa to lean against your chest. Then you pull the covers up over you both and hold her close to you. She remains a little stiff and asks again, “What are you doing, darling?”

You bury your face in the crook of her neck and her soft tendrils tickle against your skin as you inhale her familiar scent. The first note that fills your nose is her rose perfume that she told you she’s worn since Draco was 8 years old and told her she smelled good. Then there’s a hint of earthy pine that’s present even without stepping into the woods. And underlying all of this is a hint of wintergreen mint that almost feels physically cooling and reminds you of snowy days in winter.

“Please talk to me, Narcissa. I want to know what you’re feeling right now.” You gently murmur in her ear and keep your lips close enough to press along the delicate skin just behind it.

She stays silent; however, you feel her body begin to relax into yours. Her breathing is a little shaky and you know making herself so vulnerable is not something that comes naturally. So you let her unfurl in her own time, providing a reassuring embrace and soft kisses of encouragement.

Eventually she whispers, “What if they are right? What if any good that I do won’t be enough to outweigh my past?” 

You slowly run your palm up and down her exposed arm and even though you know the answer to this question, you ask, “Do you feel bad about your past beliefs and actions?”

The question causes her to turn and look at you before she nearly pleads, 

“Yes. I…to be quite frank, I fucked up. I can see how horrible my actions were and I do feel bad.”

By now her eyes are glassy with unshed tears and she whimpers, “If it hadn’t been for Draco…I couldn’t let him get hurt and I didn’t trust Lucius to make sure of that.”

You tuck a loose piece of her hair behind her ear and she looks down, with one single tear sliding down her cheek. So you use your thumb to brush away the tear and soothe, “Then it isn’t about measuring the weight of all your good and bad actions. You’ve learned from past errors and grown. That’s half the battle.”

Her gaze meets yours and you continue with a small smile, “No person is only good or only bad, sweetheart. That line of distinction between the two runs through us.” 

To emphasize, you skim your pointer finger down the center of her chest. She looks at the digit and you conclude, “What matters is how we respond to those impulses. And I struggle with that battle too. Everyone does.” Then you pull your finger away and hug her close. She hugs you back and her voice reverberates against your shoulder that she’s curled into when she softly says, 

“Thank you, y/n.”

You press a kiss to the crown of her head while replying, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Then she backs up enough to kiss you. 

Her lips softly melt against yours and she immediately opens up to you, moving her hands to capture your face between them. You mirror her movements, cherishing this intimate moment and letting her lips and tongue guide you along in a delicate dance.

When you part, both of your chests rise and fall as you catch your breath. That’s when you notice the familiar flush of Narcissa’s cheeks is present once more. So you ask, “How about some tea to warm you up?” She nods and slips out of bed after you do. 

Before she walks into the washroom, you inquire, “Do you want cream or sugar with it?” Your fiance pauses for a moment. Then her eyes light up mischievously and her lips curve into a suggestive smile as she purrs, “I do, but not the kind you’re thinking of.”

Your eyes widen but you grin at the insinuation and she continues, “After all, I wasn’t able to get any dessert after dinner and you know how insatiable my sweet tooth can be.” Narcissa’s darkened orbs sparkle with coyness making your body heat up at her behavior. 

Then you let out a small giggle and respond, “Well I think I can provide what you desire. Tonight’s special is better than the selection of desserts anywhere else.”

The bold claim makes her chuckle and she tells you, “I look forward to it.” Then she starts to step away, but you say her name and take her hand. 

She looks back to you with wide eyes and you murmur, “I love you, Narcissa.” The statement causes her cheeks to turn even pinker and she gives you a shy smile as she replies, “I love you too, y/n.”

You release her hand and both of you linger for a moment as if dreading being apart for even a couple minutes. But you do part ways, assured with the knowledge that you’ll be reunited soon enough and have each other until the end.

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Who Are You Again? / 2019! Richie Tozier Imagine

Request: could you maybe do an IT 2019!Richie imagine set during the reunion like your others where the reader and Richie were together as teens and reader stayed in Derry like Mike so when the losers come back reader is really happy to see Richie and tries talking to him a bunch ect and Richie’s being nice because he DOES know reader but doesn’t remember everything until it all comes back to him, or something?? idk, i’m bad at asks😂 

and: @barnesbabes hey lovey! how have you been? could I request something 2019!richie tozier fluff with a male reader? I have a more specific request but I think I’ll leave that for another day :) 

This is such a dream, thank you lovelies! <3

Starting to step into the restaurant, your heart beats painfully hard in your chest, glad to be stepping out from the inky darkness of the town’s chill night and into some kind of warmth. As you enter the Jade of the Orient, stalling slightly as you swear you feel eyes burning into the side of your face, you look behind you quickly, searching into the deserted street for some kind of movement but the only thing you feel is a flash of pain in your palm, a reminder of the promise you made many summers ago. You had wished, prayed for years that you could forget that promise, forget all the memories of him, Richie Trashmouth Tozier, the boy with the buck teeth and glasses too big for his face, the boy who had left you all those years ago, but that was your curse. Your burden to bear. You still loved him with all your heart, but Derry needed you, and something in your brain would never let your mind falter from the task at hand.

Perhaps there is hope yet, you think. Perhaps Derry’s, and your abandonment was a temporary thing, that the universe would bring joy and life back this place. You just needed to bring the magic eight back together.

‘Hey, Eds, what the hell happened to your fanny pack?’

As Eddie turns away from the fish tank, a little more hyped than he should be both in total terror and the slight relief his heart still feels at having escaped Myra, of having been taken back to the one place he always knew where he belonged, where he was always destined to be, his mouth twitches into a smile as he sees you standing gingerly next to the giant gong, letting out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in.

Looking around at the three boys you had spent nearly every day of your childhood with, the boys who look back at you with equally devoted and terrified eyes, a smile twitches at your lips and you run over to them, engulfing them all into the biggest, tightest bear hug you’ve had since the day they left Derry.

‘Why the hell did you guys never visit Mike? Or, hell, even me?’

‘To be honest y/n,-’

‘w-we didn’t r-e-ember.’

‘I don’t even remember forgetting this place’, Eddie chimes in, biting his bottom lip as he looks at you with nothing short of unbridled terror.

‘Yeah, it’s like coming back to a place you never left, right?’ Swinging round, you smile as you see Bev standing in the entrance way, a smile not having made its way onto her lips yet as her hands gingerly play with the strap of her backpack, slight tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

As the ripples of the gong fill the otherwise silent private room with a dull thudding beat, it’s final shrill crescendo making you wince back a little into Eddie’s maroon jacketed arm, you’re surprised to look round and find the boy who had owned your heart all those years ago looking back at you, as if you were looking into a mirror. The two of you just freeze, standing on the slightly stained and sticky carpet as if in the middle of a Western movie, both of you afraid to draw first and speak in case of ruining this moment. Hell, you don’t even realise for the first few seconds Ben was standing next to you at all, and as Richie fumbles his hands back into his pockets you feel like he doesn’t either.

‘Y/n? Oh Jesus, hey Y/n. It’s been way, way too long, nearly thirty years huh, and yet here you still are. Like a dream. Like you never left. Like I’m fifteen again, oh god, I’m going to be sick.’

‘Oh god, beep beep Richie’ the rest of the guys groan out, laughing timidly amongst themselves as they move to sit down, but thankful for the little sliver of familiarity the moment had allowed them to revel in before the more serious business began, before playtime was over and they had to face up not all of them came here for a pleasant little reunion dinner. Richie bangs his fist against his chest, fighting back the nausea that licked against his tender throat like someone had shoved embers in his mouth.

Shoving past Ben, Richie comes sliding over to you, his sleek black shoes nearly tripping him up on the carpet with the grace and skill of a new born giraffe, his desperation to be near you again evident in every movement as his hands fumble onto your shoulders to upright himself, reminding you of the scared brash little boy you used to know. The boy who, at the age of fifteen, would never leave your side on the bright days you used to cycle down to the quarry. The boy who would lie next to you on the stony gravel that cut into your skin, a thin blade of glass clenched between his teeth as the radio blares next to his ear, slight chuckles erupting from his mouth as he listens to his favourite comedy radio show like a rusty tuba being played for the first time in years every time Richie guffaws, not a care in the world. The boy who in reality lay there, afraid to move in case you would run away from him, scared that he meant nothing to you as he threw heated little side glances your way whenever he thought you were looking down at the emerald water, the shy little smile on your face making his heart starts performing back flips and raising his mouth in a dopey grin. The boy who would sit up, a soft look lining his blank face as he raises a finger  to push his glasses back up the brow of his nose before saying, ‘hey, y/n, um, can I talk to you for a second?’, only to push himself forward onto the palms of his hand and press a short and tender kiss against your lips, pulling away after a few seconds to fiddle with his hands as a rising blush covered his cheeks. The boy you had spent the last thirty years crying over whilst he slowly forgot you.

Yet here he was, a man standing in front of you looking exactly as you had remembered, just a little more exhausted looking and with a lot more stubble. He glanced back, wringing his hands in a familiar and subconscious frightened action he hadn’t done since that day at the quarry, glancing down at you over the tip of his black rimmed spectacles, his eyes searching yours, little flickers of gold swirling in their dark mix that you had forgotten about.

‘I’m sorry-I’m sorry I never wrote, or called very often like I promised to. I did write some jokes about you, if that makes you feel any better?’

He scratches against his neck as neck as you stare up at him, wondering whether to take him seriously or not.

‘Richie- did you, did you forget me?’

He starts to blubber, leaning his head back and sliding his glasses back up his nose but you interrupt him before he starts blabbering, ‘it’s alright if you did, that’s just what happens when you move away from Derry. But I didn’t. I didn’t.’

He glances shyly at you, wringing his hands before letting out a shaking breathe and taking the seat next to your legs, shrugging off his jacket. He leans over to his left to pull out your seat, hitting the cushions with a small pat as you lower yourself down suspiciously.

As the night progresses, and Richie downs more shots, dropping the glasses to the floor with a light clink, laughter fills the room as the food slowly decreases and decreases. But Richie’s heart eyes grow only more and more, his mind beginning to fill in blanks he didn’t realise had been missing as he looked over at you from the rims of his glasses, watching the dips of your cheek, the way your eyes still sparkled as brightly as when you were stupid children playing street fighter.

‘Hey. y/n, is the arcade still here?’

‘You remember!’

‘Of course I do, how could I forget where we had our first date.... And our second, and our third.’

‘God, you were soo romantic.’

‘Hey, I took you to that new ice cream parlour for out fiftieth date!’

‘Yeah, because Eddie had given you a coupon!’

You giggled, a bright, starry sound that seemed to knock Richie’s mind back into his sixteen year old self. It was a reminder of all the summer days by the quarry he had spent telling stupid jokes to try and get you to laugh and notice him. It felt like being back there again, but this time, he actually was being noticed. He shoved you lightly in the shoulder with a thankful smile, leaning down quickly to kiss your forehead before you shove him with a kuagh. Looking back over to your side with hot glances, as Bill and Bev start wrestling each other, he notices your eyes had a softness to them, there was something so welcoming in the rich doe colour that swirled like comet tails, deep set in your face and wiser than when he was young, than he remembers, but still as beautiful. Richie felt just a little more lost, a little more at home, each time they met.

Richie feels the heat rise to his cheeks as you looked in his direction. He could feel they were still on him, burning into his cheeks with a silent confusion but light hope.

‘I remember it all, you know Y/n. How could I ever forget you? My first love... and my only one.’

Richie glances over at you as his words falter off, his breathing becomes softer, the pensive look melting into a smile as his body squirms just a little as his muscles relax. There is something about that gaze of his, as if in that moment their souls have made a bridge that can never be broken again.

‘Yeah, I still love you too, Richie.’

His heart thumped so hard that he swore it was audible, his knees knobbling underneath the table as the others start to natter warmly again, filling the room with a familiar warmth that ripples over Richie’s skin, not even realising the long coming declaration of eternal love that had left his mouth, not realising two soulmates had finally reconnected, had finally realised it had been each other all along. That their hearts, no matter how far apart, had always belonged to the other.