#making up or putting a spin on words to bash men

[reality-anyways]

i’ll never forgive yall for making fun of crescent city bc bryce and danika called overbearing males “alphaholes” ITS A FUN LITTLE PLAY ON WORDS TO MAKE MEN MAD what more could you want!!

[meanderingwistera]

Labyrinth

Lost in your current like a priceless wine.- Willow, Taylor Swift

Summary - After helping Theseus through the labyrinth under your father’s palace he promises to make you Queen of Athens. Soon after leaving Crete you are left on the beaches of Naxos where a certain God resides.

When Satoru finds you he decides to help you out of boredom and curiosity but that soon turns into something else.

Pairing - Dionysus!Satoru Gojo x reader

Content - Fluff, angst, smut, murder, depression, Gojo being Gojo, miscommunication (sadly), idiots in love, oral fem receiving, Theseus bashing

Word count - 8.3k

A/N - I would fight Theseus in a waffle house parking lot

Deep under the palace of Crete is a large labyrinth made for a beast.

Some say the beast was a creature with three heads, each with large snapping jaws. Others didn’t even want to acknowledge the beast. But there were many rumors about why the beast was there and how the King might have tamed it.

As the Princess of Crete and only child of Minos you know the full horrible story. The Minotaur was your sibling. Your mother’s blood ran through it. So you could not bear to look at the door to the labyrinth when you walked by.

It hurts to know that you are related to the Minotaur but also that you will never know your younger sibling. There is a bond between you two that you will never understand.

One day a boy arrived with a group of Athenians who would be sacrificed to the Minotaur. Something about him was different. He stood taller and his gaze never wavered like the rest. His grin pulled you in like no other.

You don’t know why you did it. Not even to this day do you understand your heart driven decision. But you carefully slipped into the cell where the Athenian boy was, a ball of string clutched in your hands.

His eyes lit up at the sight of you.

You explained the best way to defeat the Minotaur and how to escape the labyrinth. You feel bashful at the handsome boy’s eyes that trace the lines of your face as if admiring fine silk.

“Thank you-” He whispers as he takes the string. “Come find me after and I will take you from this place and make you my Queen.”

A Queen.

So this must be the Prince of Athens, Thesus. You had only heard his name vaguely once or twice. He seems kind, his hands are rough in yours but you don’t mind it.

“I will wait by the boats for you.” You whisper back with a love struck smile.

That night as your father rejoices as the Athenians are slain by your brother you stay in your room.

You wait anxiously for some sign he has done it. In your doubt you run your hands through your hair and down your robes for comfort. As the moon is at its highest point a shout is heard. The palace shakes and yells ring out. He must have gotten out and slain your brother.

You rush to the boats. The waters are gentle as you run to your love. He is sitting in a boat just off shore with his men. His smile is wide and he stands when he sees you. You jump into his arms and he spins you around in delight.

After years of wanting to be in love, love has found you.

Naxos is a beautiful island.

The ships have come to rest here for a while before they sail on to Athens. You sit content on a rock as the sea breeze takes an edge off the summer heat. Theseus is near you, giving commands to his men.

You feel fatigued. Even though the anxiety that has gripped you after you left Crete. What if your Father found you? What if you threw away your life for something worse?

He walks over to you with a soft smile, drawing you out of your mind, “You can rest if you like. I will wake you when we are to leave.”

You smile up at your future husband.

“Thank you.”

You find a comfortable spot on the shore and doze off for a while.

Hours later you wake to see that night has fallen. You sit up slowly and look around for Theseus. But the only sign of humanity is a long put out fire and Its ashes have long since gone out.

Getting up urgently you search the shore for the boats. They are gone. There are no boats on the horizon either.

They are long gone.

He left you.

You cry and run down the beach in hopes he left something for you. Anything, a reason, an apology, even a scrap of his clothes. But the beach is barren of anything besides the campfire.

With tears staining your cheeks you sit in the sand. Drawing up your knees you hug them for some sort of comfort. You train your eyes on the horizon.

Maybe they will come back for you.

Satoru sips leisurely at the wine in his cup. It has a sweet taste to it, which is the best kind in his opinion. Bitter wine is fine but the sweet after taste makes it all worth it.

The sounds of the party happening around him fades away. He takes another sip and feels the buzz in his head grow. Satoru looks around at all these people around him and sighs. He doesn’t really know any of them.

Shoko rarely comes to parties anymore and Suguru is far too besotted with the goddess of spring to come with him to these things. So he is left on his own far more than he would like.

The party to celebrate the upcoming change of seasons is in full swing.

The star of the party, Utahime, is probably off sulking. But the gods celebrate anyway, Satoru included. Autumn is the season of harvest therefore his domain flourishes during this time so if she wants to throw a tantrum it won’t affect his fun.

As he stands in the corner a dryad walks by him with a tray of ambrosia. With a flirtatious grin he reaches for one. The dryad stops to giggle at him and offer him more. Then she moves on quickly after he takes one.

Most of the nymphs on Olympus know how he is. A notorious flirt but nothing more. It wasn’t like he never slept with anyone but they knew it was rare for him to be that intimate with anyone.

The party doesn’t get any better so he leaves early. He debates going home but he isn’t ready to sleep. Satoru feels restless in his skin as he decides to walk the beaches of Naxos.

He walks out of the thicket he had appeared in. As he approaches the beach the trees thin out and finally end. The sound of the ocean enters his ears. Its soft crashes soothe some of the intense boredom he feels.

Satoru's feet hit the sand and he begins to meander down the beach. As he walks something- no someone catches his eye.

The pale beaches of Naxos are a contrast to the torn purple dress of the woman sitting in the sand. Her eyes are on the spot where the horizon kisses the sky. She looks out at the water longingly, like it was a lost loved one.

Satoru approaches carefully hoping to get a better look at this interesting mortal. He doesn’t usually interfere with the boring affairs of mortals like the others but he is rather bored so why not.

She looks back at him as he approaches, her eyes are rimmed with red and the sun shaped blush on her cheeks is smudged from crying.

“What is a beautiful woman like you crying on the beach?” He asks with a curious smile.

The woman looks down then back out at the sea, “My intended left me here.”

He hums in understanding and sits down next to her on the sand. Her reaction is very different from the fights he has seen over lovers in the heavens. Maybe the Gods are a petty bunch but she seems not the least bit angry.

How interesting.

“He doesn’t seem too fun to be around, why did you choose him?” Satoru asks, long legs sprawled out in the sand and leaning back on his palms.

She laughs without mirth.

“I was stupid enough to love him.”

Tears form in the corners of her eyes.

“He promised me that I would be his love and his Queen. And I believed him because I didn’t know any better.”

Satoru feels uncharacteristic rage fill him. To promise someone the world then leave them when you tire of them is cruel. But instead of getting angry he chooses to comfort her.

“I am sorry,” He says, “I may not be one to be tied down but leading someone on like that is horrible.”

She smiles sadly, “I don’t want your pity. I just want to waste away on this beach.”

Satoru clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“We can’t have that! Come home with me?” Satoru offers.

The woman blinks up at him in pure disbelief, her red rimmed eyes wide. Satoru can’t help but laugh at her bewildered expression.

“I don’t even know you?” She squeaks out in protest.

Satoru stands up and holds out a hand to help her up, “Satoru, God of Wine at your service.”

The woman looks hesitant before taking it.

This should entertain him for a while

The large palace built into the rock of one of the mountains on Naxos was beautiful. It was all white stone and blue accents. Satoru leads you through the palace, his voice fills your silence.

You really didn’t know how much one man could talk until you met him. It was very surprising that he didn’t run out of air as he speaks to you about anything that comes to his mind.

It’s not like you care too much. You just want to find a bed to waste away in. He had been strangely insistent on not leaving you alone on the beach so you gave in. If he wanted to do something he would’ve done it already, he was a god after all.

So you just mutely followed him down the halls to wherever he was taking you.

“-oh I forgot to ask your name!” Satoru remembers and turns back to you.

You tell him your name quietly and also that you are from Crete. He nods and grins.

“I haven’t been to Crete in many years, what is it like?” He asks you in an attempt to get you to talk.

“I wouldn’t know,” You admit numbly, “I never left the palace.”

He raises an eyebrow curiously, “Did you have a high status there?”

You don’t answer for a minute, not wanting this man’s pity for your loss of status.

“I will take that as a yes then Princess.” He says cheerfully.

He must have already known or had guessed at it and was testing to see if he was right. You were glad that he didn’t pity you but you couldn’t really fight him on it now since he had let you stay here.

As the two of you walk you can’t help but stare at the beautiful palace. A lot of it had windows or open archways, giving it an airy feel. The water crashes gently below the half-open hallway he is leading you through. You can see the ocean as it extends for miles from here.

Satoru comes to a halt outside of a room with a blueish green colored door. He opens it to reveal a large room with white walls. It is much larger than your room back home and certainly bigger than the small captain’s quarters on the ship.

He walks in and you follow suit.

The bed is big, blue and beautiful. You felt so tired that the rest of the room didn’t matter too much to you. Crawling into it you hear a soft chuckle from Satoru but it doesn’t deter you from closing your eyes.

You just need to sleep for a while.

When Satoru leaves you have already drifted off to sleep. He knows that you are probably tired, mortals get tired very easily so he lets you rest.

As soon as he is a few feet from the door a group of dryads walk up to him. The ring leader is Cleo, a grapevine nymph who has been in his life for many years. Her light green eyes are a light with curiosity.

“Satoru.” Her voice is nonchalant but he knows her game well. He can’t help but grin as she continues, “You never bring anyone home- so who is that?”

The rest of the dryads nod fervently, backing up her question. Cleo’s arms are crossed as she waits for him to answer.

“I stole a princess.” He replies, his grin widening.

“A real princess?” Helena asks with disbelief in her wide eyes.

“She is very real!” Satoru laughs, “And I would like you to take care of whatever she needs.”

Cleo looks unimpressed but huffs good naturedly in agreement. The other dryads twitter in agreement and interest as he walks off. Before he leaves he throws a look over his shoulder to see them looking in on you.

You will be in good hands.

When you wake up next there is a distant conversation coming from inside your room. You make no move to get up or to open your eyes. The voices are too low to really hear them so you just roll over and hope sleep finds you again.

This bed is more comfortable then anything you have ever been on in your life. It was like sleeping on a cloud.

The soft ocean sounds pull you back into sleep.

Satoru doesn’t have a set “job” like a lot of other gods. His job was really just wine. Not that he complained about the freedom he had. Suguru was tied down to the underworld and Shoko had her coven he would never wish to be tied down in that way.

So he mostly just went wherever he was needed or to check in on his followers. Sometimes he is gone for hours and other times it is days.

This time he was gone for two days. A few worshippers need his help and he mostly just annoyed Shoko after that. But his mind kept drifting back to you and how you were doing.

You had been so weak and tired when he found you so he hopes that you have had your rest. He was also very interested in you in general. Satoru had been without something interesting for so long that you could take up all his attention if he wanted.

Satoru walks down the hall to your room. You hadn’t been up and around in the halls so he assumed that you would be there. As he approaches the dryads turn to him all of them have worried expressions on their faces.

“She hasn’t gotten up or eaten for two days!” Helena exclaims, her voice on the verge of panic.

“We haven’t been able to coax her out of there, poor dear.” Daphne says with a look of worry on her face.

“You need to try to talk to her.” Cleo tells him, a sternness to her expression that makes him barge into your room.

He finds you where he left you two days ago. You are curled around yourself and the pillow you have in a vice grip. The torn dress you had on two days ago hasn’t been changed and he assumes that you haven’t even gotten out of that bed this entire time.

Satoru walks over and shakes your shoulder. It is light but he tries to shake you from sleep. You open one eye slightly and he brightens considerably.

“I have come to make sure you get up and eat.” Satoru says cheerfully in hopes that it infects you.

“Leave me alone.” You grumble and close the eye you had opened.

He can’t help but pout slightly at your refusal. Satoru doesn’t understand what to do now, he turns back to Cleo who motions with her hands for him to try again. With a roll of his eyes he turns back to you.

“You need to eat so you don’t die. Humans need food and water to survive, why you are refusing it is beyond me.” Satoru says with his arms crossed.

Silently you open your eyes and sit up. Your eyes have dark circles under them as you stare at him unwaveringly. It is almost as if your gaze can see through him in a way not people have.

“I am not a pet you can play with when you want.” You tell him, a rage burning in your eyes.

It is the first emotion besides sadness that he has seen from you.

“I don’t know why you helped me but you can go feel better about yourself now and leave me here.”

Satoru blinks down at you, his surprise plain on his face. He never thought about your feelings in this. All he had thought about was how interesting you were and about his own boredom. He feels a twinge of guilt in his chest as he looks down at you.

“I am sorry for not taking your feelings into this.” He says to you. “I would genuinely like to be your friend and help you.”

You debate it. Satoru watches the split second emotions that cross your face as you think. He hopes that he can get through to you, it makes something ache in his chest to see you wilt like this.

“Sure, we can be friends.” You say and he smiles wide.

His smile drops as you lay back down and hold the pillow back to your chest. With a huff he tries to think of a way to coax you back out of your shell. An idea comes to his mind and he is quick to act on it.

“Well-” He hooks his arms under your back and knees to lift you up. “-as your friend I am making you eat to take care of yourself!”

You struggle in his grip as he turns to where the dryads have been watching the whole thing. They look horrified as he basically drags you out of bed kicking and screaming.

“Put me down!” You yell at him and hit his shoulder.

“Nope!” Satoru refuses.

You continue to struggle until about halfway to the dining room. After that you sit in his arms with a sour look on your face.

Once in the dining room he sets you down gently in a chair. You cross your arms and don't look at him like a child. He wonders if this is what it is like to deal with him when he is in one of his moods. Daphne sets down a bowl of oranges in front of you.

You just stare at them, unmoving. She quickly exits the room but gives you a sad glance as she leaves. You are a sad sight, all sunken and exhausted like this. All because of that stupid prince, he should pay him a visit sometime.

Satoru takes one of the oranges and peels it. He had never cared for oranges, they were so hard to eat. Their skin makes it hard to peel them open. Grapes were much easier to eat but maybe he is biased.

Still he gets little pieces of the rine under his nails for you. You watch him quizzically as he splits the sections in half to make it easier for you to eat. He slides them over to you with an expectant look.

Your eyes soften slightly around the corners as you pick up one of the sections. He watches with a grin as you eat.

Satoru may not know what it is like to be completely helpless or unable to get out of bed but he can be careful and patient. As a god he has time and patience in abundance so he will let you take the time you need.

After that first day Satoru eats with you to make sure you actually eat. You feel very much like a petulant child when he forces you to eat and take care of yourself. Even if you recognize that you need help, your deep set pride makes you want to hide your weaknesses from him.

You know being this broken after a fleeting infatuation is stupid but you feel so worthless. That’s why Thesus left you on Naxos right? You had served your purpose and no longer mattered.

So why should you even try to get up again?

But Satoru doesn’t let you not get up. He pushes you and lets you take your time to regain yourself. For being a god he is gentle with you when you need it. He no longer tramples over your feelings, he helps you to feel them.

After two weeks at the palace it starts to feel like a home to you. The little balcony outside your room has two couches and a table for when you want to sit next to the sea. You have begun to move things to your liking in the room Satoru gave you.

Helena was a big help to you when you were rearranging things.

When Satoru was out she was with you. Her bubbly personality made her extremely likeable. You couldn’t help but smile at her when she rambled about her sisters.

As much as you enjoy the company of the dryads you have begun to enjoy Satoru’s company. It was annoying at first but when he leaves you begin to miss the shape of his smile or that gleam in his eyes that tells you that he is up to something again.

Satoru frequently walks with you around the palace and down to the beach. He has many stories about the rest of the gods. You ask him many questions about them and he is more than happy to tell you. He also asks you about your life back on Crete.

“It was lonely.” You admit softly, looking out at the sea. “I never really talked to anyone, my father was protective and never let anyone but my suitors around me.”

“You had suitors?” Satoru ask you with interest.

“Many!” You remark, “I have heard so many stories of “great feats” done in order to win my hand over the years.”

Satoru laughs a bit and you continue,

“One man had been fifteen years older then me at the time, he had just lost his wife. And his bright idea to make me accept his proposal was to tell me that he had a daughter around my age.”

Your stomach twists a bit as you tell him about it. You had meant for it to be a funny story but it now is all coming to the surface of your mind. The man had been rejected quickly but his very presence made you feel anxious.

“Other than the suitors it was fine, a little lonely.” You shut down the conversation quickly.

It is quiet for a while before Satoru speaks again.

“I hope that here is better than Crete.” He says, his blue eyes search your expression for any form of discomfort.

“Much better.” You agree with the first genuine smile you have had in weeks.

It feels good to smile again.

For the past two weeks Satoru has been more content than in the past few years. You are slowly opening up to his gentle prying. It was almost mesmerising to watch you get closer with the dryads or even delve into his library which he hasn’t used for years.

His favorite moments are when you are reading. Your eyes flit across the page with fervent curiosity and he can’t get enough of that life that is slowly coming back into your eyes.

It’s a peaceful day, you are sitting down on one of the couches Satoru had brought onto the balcony. The wind brushes past your face and ruffles your hair. He lays down on the opposite couch and stares at you.

Lowering the book in your hands you look over at him with one brow raised. Satoru can’t help but grin as he gets your attention.

“Continue!” He chirps and pulls your legs into his lap. “I’m not even here.”

“You are going to get bored of this soon.” You tell him with an unimpressed look.

“I haven't been bored in two weeks, I don’t think I will start now.” Satoru says back, waving off your concern.

“If you say so.”

You go back to reading your book and Satoru can see you being pulled back into its pages. He watches a small crease form in between your eyebrows. Satoru almost wants to smooth it out with his thumb.

“So-” You look up from your book as he stares at you intently, “I wanted to know if you wanted to go to a party with me?”

“A party?” You ask.

He hums in answer and taps your knee, “I’m supposed to attend- but if you don’t want to go I don’t feel like it.”

You huff, “You shouldn’t not show up if you need to.”

“But you won’t be there! How am I supposed to be there if you’re here, completely unbothered and alone?” He groans and flops back against the couch dramatically.

“You are perfectly capable but if it is as bad as you say I will tag along.” You relent with a smile.

Satoru’s smile turns blinding as you go back to reading, a pleased look on your face.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you are convinced you are a different person. The e kohl under your eyes makes the color more prominent. Your lips are lined in a deeper shade of red than before and the blush on your cheeks is lighter. 

“Do you like it?” Daphne asks with a smile, her hands helping to pin up your hair.

“I look so different.” You remark with awe.

She giggles at your disbelief and pins the last section of your hair up, “Perfect.”

“Thank you.” You tell her and get up from your seat.

“Lord Satoru will love it.” Daphne says and takes both of your hands in hers. You must look confused because she laughs and guides you to the door, “He has a penchant for beautiful things and you more than fit that description.”

It makes your stomach do a little flip at the thought of Satoru finding you beautiful. You had never even considered he might, you hadn't felt beautiful since Crete. 

Satoru had always seemed so emotionally distant and only close enough to meet your needs. Sure, you have seen his happiness or his flippant nature but nothing besides that. Now you want to know more about him as a person.

Maybe this evening you might.

As you exit the door with Daphne, Satoru is waiting. He looks almost the same except his robes are a more vibrant purple color and the crown of grape vines in his white hair. It was the most dressed up you had ever seen him, besides the night he found you. Hearing you coming, his blue eyes rise up to meet yours.

Satoru’s eyes blink a few times before he makes his way over. He seems to compose himself and his regular grin spreads on his face as he meets you halfway. Daphne leaves the two of you alone with a knowing grin. She rushes off, most likely to tell all the other dryads about this.

“You look good.” He tells you and offers you his arm.

You take it and try your best not to flush red under his gaze, “Thank you, you do as well.”

If he notices your cheeks being a shade brighter than before, he doesn’t say anything. You are thankful that he doesn’t tease you for it. 

“Let’s go Princess.” He says with a wink and the two of you are gone in a flash.

You had only heard stories about the hall of the gods. Its large white marble walls reached up into the soft clouds above the mountain. But this was somehow grander than what you had imagined.

People- no, gods crowd its halls and walk past the two of you. You get a few looks, mostly confusion and some look interested. Satoru keeps you by his side as he walks in, his grip is grounding to you as the two of you navigate around all the gods.

Nymphs of all kinds walk around with trays of food and drink. You accidentally brush past one and apologize but she was already whisked away by the crowd.

“It’s so crowded!” You exclaim to Satoru.

“It’s a lot the first time but eventually you get the hang of it.” He says and guides you to a far wall where the crowds are more scarce.

Once you are along the wall you feel like you can breathe again. Satoru’s eyes search your face as you try to calm down your racing heart. He holds your hand as you breathe.

“Do you need some air?” He asks you, a crease in his eyebrows.

“Just a minute but I can find a balcony-” You wave off his concern, “You do what you need to do and enjoy.”

Satoru looks like he wants to say something more but just nods and lets go of your hand. You mourn the loss of contact but walk out the archway to find a place to get some air.

The gardens here are extensive and seem to go on forever. You can see almost every type of flower and tree here. All of them are frozen in their prime, their leaves and flowers in full bloom. 

You pass by a small garden with a large fountain. Water lillies cover most of its surface and the water spilling from it has the same calming effect as the ocean. 

Walking into the garden you don’t notice the woman sitting on the edge of the fountain. She stares at you with a gleam of intrigue, her eyes looking you over. Her deep purple dress is so long that it drapes on the ground.

“Hello.” She says cheerfully and pats the spot beside her, “I haven’t seen many humans on Olympus, let me have a good look at you.”

You oblige her gentle pull and sit down next to her. She looks you over with an appreciative hum, pleased with what she sees. A few pieces of blonde hair fall from her intricate hairstyle and into her face.

She is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen and it amplifies every insecurity you ever had about yourself. You don’t think you should be here, next to Satoru when he could have someone more suited to him then you. 

Sensing your distress the woman takes your hand in hers, lightly brushing a thumb over your knuckles.

“What is bothering you dear?” She asks sweetly.

“I don’t think I belong here.” You admit to her and look down.

“I thought the same way for a while.” She tells you. “When I first came here there was a big fuss made about it. I was fought over like a prize that everyone wanted. I eventually found someone who helped me feel like I belonged. You will find that too.”

You think back to Satoru and how he had held your hand to try to soothe your anxiety, his eyes searching your face in concern. His gentle coaxing and prodding to get you out of your shell. With Satoru you have never felt more at home. 

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks.

You are in love with Satoru. 

All the feelings you tried to deny bubble up to the surface. You want to stay with him and have him pry you open gently. You want him to help you through the bad days and the crying. You want him.

Standing up the woman grins, a dimple forming in her right cheek.

“It looks like you have found that person.”

After that push you practically run back to the hall to talk to Satoru. You need to tell him how you feel, even if it ruins what you have you need to get it out. 

You push through the crowd of people to try to find him. Most of the people get out of your way but you do bump into a few of them. All you give them is a rushed apology and continue trying to find him.

When you finally find him he is against the same wall that you were at before you left for the garden. 

“Satoru-!” 

Your voice cuts off as you see him give a crooked grin to a pretty water nymph. She trails a hand up his chest and your heart shatters on the marble floor below you. In your brain you know he isn’t yours, he never promised you anything but your heart screams that it’s been betrayed again. 

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as the nymph whispers something into his ear. He throws his head back with a laugh at something she says.

You don’t belong here, that woman was wrong. 

You want to go home.

Satoru can’t find you. 

He has checked almost everywhere. His heart beat picks up as he frantically walks around the gardens. He looks in one final place, a small garden. 

Much to his dismay he only find Yuki, sitting on the edge of a fountain. She has a sour expression to her face as he approaches her. His brow scrunches in confusion as she raises a perfect eyebrow.

“Have you seen the woman I was here with?” He asks her, a hint of panic in his voice.

“She wanted to go back so I took her back to your palace Satoru.” She says, her eyes all too knowing.

“Why didn’t she come to me?” Satoru asks her.

“You should ask her, she will have an answer for you.” Yuki deflects.With a huff he walks away from her, she was of no help to him now. 

One step Satoru is on Olympus, the next he is in the hall where your room is. You should be here if not he will check the library. He feels dread seep into his chest.

When he approaches your door Cleo is outside, her posture rigid. She looks over at his approach, her face cold. Her lips are pressed into a hard line and her arms cross over her chest. 

“What happened to her?” He asks.

Cleo doesn’t say anything for a moment before opening her mouth to speak, “I should be asking you that.”

Satoru looks confused, “I don’t know what happened.”

She gives him an almost pitying expression.

“My Lady doesn’t wish to see you at this moment, please come back in the morning.” Cleo says and slips back into the room.

He can see you for a split second through the door, you are surrounded by the dryads, each of them comforting you. You look down at the ground, as broken as the day he found you. 

Satoru’s heart breaks as the door shuts him out. He needs to know who hurt you, who did this to you, so he can make them pay for this grievance sin. His mind goes back to Theseus, maybe now was the time to pay him a visit. 

He must have hurt you again somehow.

Satoru appears on a cliff overlooking all of Athens. A king, graying at the edges paces at the edge of it. His hands are clasped behind his back so hard his knuckles are white. The king’s eyes are trained on the ocean, much like you were that day two weeks ago. 

Then on the horizon a ship comes into view. A large black sail on its oak mast. Satoru sees the relief on the king’s face as the ship sails in. 

Satoru may not have the scariest domain but one thing that many people forget is that he is also the god of madness. He may be peaceful most of the time but he has his moments of cruelty, this is one of them.

Getting into the old king’s mind is easy. He slips in and changes his perception of the sails. The black sail doesn’t mean Theseus is fine, it means that he is dead. His son is dead. The king wails at his son's death, he tears at his hair and teaters too close to the cliff's edge. 

Satoru watches him fall, no remorse in his icy blue eyes. 

You are a ghost of your former self. 

Depression has its hands on you again as you try to continue on. It wraps around you to pull you down into bed. Your head is only quiet when you sleep, when you are awake it whispers that no one will ever want you. You feel foolish for ever wanting a god, for ever wanting him. 

Satoru had told you that he wasn’t one to be tied down and your heart had skipped right past that. Gods are forces of nature, fickle and beautiful but never yours to keep. It is like trying to catch the wind with your hands, all you have is air.

The dryads have been over protective of you, Cleo especially, who shoos Satoru away from you multiple times a day. She is stern with him when he attempts to talk to you, her voice carrying a hint of cold anger.

And thanks to them you didn’t fully slip back into the depressive state you were in before. You can still stand and move but going outside the safety of your room is too much sometimes. Satoru will stare at you from afar and you feel his eyes digging into your back as you pass him.

So you stay in your room hoping to weather the storm that is your broken heart.

Satoru can’t stand this anymore.

He hasn’t fully seen you for days and it is eating away at the edges of his sanity. His mind calls out to remember the curve of your smile and the light in your eyes. He is constantly thinking of you and can’t sleep. 

At first he thought it was Theseus somehow but then you stopped speaking eto him. Now he is so close yet so far from you, his fingers just out of reach of your skin.

It is maddening.

The underworld is as cold as he remembers as he storms into the throne room of the dead. Suguru sits on his throne with the Goddess of spring on his lap and her hands gently comb through his hair. 

“Suguru.” Satoru tries to sound like his normal self but it falls short.

“What brings you here, Satoru?” Suguru says with an air of intrigue.

“I need- help.” Satoru gets out but it hurts him to say it. He has never been good at asking for help from anyone.

The Goddess of Spring presses a kiss to Suguru’s cheek then leaves to give them privacy. He is thankful to only have Suguru here to witness his humiliation. If Shoko was here she would most likely be laughing by now. Once they are alone Suguru walks over to him with an expectant eyebrow raised.

“What do you need help with?” Suguru asks him.

“I have wronged someone and I don’t know how.” Satoru admits, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“When did this happen?” Suguru questions and crosses his arms.

“Five days ago, I brought her to a party on Olympus and then she was upset with me.” Satoru explains, his voice fraying at the edges.

Suguru hums in thought. Satoru waits for his opinion with bated breath, he needs to know how to fix this.

“Is this the woman you found on the beach?” Suguru asks further.

“Yes, she has been living in my palace for almost three weeks.” He exclaims with exasperation.

Suguru sighs deeply, a hand at his temple, “You brought a woman home, helped her and even flirted with her for over two weeks. Now she won’t talk to you. What happened at the party to spur this on?”

Satoru thinks back to the party, his mind goes through every moment. He tries to find something that might have happened to make you upset. 

His mind catches on a moment where a water Nymph propositioned him, did you see that? He had laughed and turned her down because of you. Satoru had barely been able to keep his eyes or hand off of you that night. But if you saw that interaction at the right time it would have looked a certain way.

“Do you have your answer?” Suguru chuckles at him.

Satoru doesn’t even acknowledge it as he leaves with a quick goodbye. Suguru doesn’t look surprised as Satoru stalks off to fix his mess and get back on your good side.

The night of the sixth day since you had your heart shattered again Cleo comes into your room. She has a slightly worried expression to her face and her lips are pulled into a straight line. You look up to see her walking over to you.

“My lady-” She hesitates, it’s the first time you heard that in her voice. “Satoru would like to see you and apologize.”

You look at the door then back at her. She gives you a nod, letting you know that he is outside the door for you. With a sigh you throw on a robe over your night dress and head for the door.

Cleo gives your shoulder a squeeze as you pass. You smile back at her in thanks as you continue to the door. Before opening the door you take a deep breath then open it. 

Satoru is on the other side. Dark circles have made themselves at home under his bright irises. You feel conflicted by his appearance and his actions. 

“I have something to show you.” He says barely above a whisper.

Nodding slowly you let him take your hand and lead you out to the balcony you love. The moon is bright in the night sky and casts shadows on Satoru’s handsome face. He looks almost nervous as he comes to a halt right before the rail. 

“I know you are angry and hurt but I want you to listen to me-” He starts, “-in the beginning of you staying here I was mostly curious about you. I wanted to know everything about you to satiate my own boredom. But it soon spiraled into something else. An emotion I couldn’t control.”

He takes the hand he is holding to put it against his heart, “I thought that my heart was incapable of being this devoted to anyone but it beats for you- and no one else.”

Tears prick the corner of your eyes. You want that to be true so badly it hurts. You want that type of love and you want him. But your mind brings up the image of that nymph, other worldly beautiful and probably more deserving of him then you.

“What about-?” 

“The nymph propositioned me yes, but I laughed off her request because I had you. My eyes could never leave you even if I wanted to. I could barely keep my hands off of you that night.” He explains and uses his other hand to wipe a tear that spilled over.

Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. Every single emotion you have felt since coming here swirls in your chest as you look up at him. But your hand on his heart, feeling its beat under your fingers helps to soothe the fears and sadness you have felt. 

“I also wanted to show you something more than words.” Satoru says with a soft smile.

Pulling back he pulls out a circlet of pure gold. 

You recognize it as yours from when you first came here. It was one of the last things you had from Crete. You had conflicted feelings about what it represented for you. It was as much a reminder of home as a chain. The crown chained you to your past self and to the cage like walls of the palace on Crete.

“I hope that this will make you remember how my heart longs for you.” He tells you and holds the circlet up to the night sky.

One second it is in his hands, the next it is replaced by a semicircle of six bright stars in the sky. They shine down brilliantly on the two of you. You look at it in awe. 

Satoru watches your reaction with anxiety. His hand cups your cheek as you look at the sky he has changed for you. He has changed the sky to show you his feelings and you can’t help but to respond with your own.

Turning back to him you lean up to kiss him. He is stunned for a second, his lips parted as you kiss them. Then he kisses you back with more intensity then you have ever felt. His lips are soft and taste of wine and sunshine. An arm snakes behind your back to hold you close. 

When Satoru pulls back from you, his blue eyes shine brighter than the millions of stars above you. He looks down at you as if you were the one who set those stars into the sky. You could melt right then and there into his touch.

“Do you want to come back to my room?” Satoru asks you.

Very much aware of the implications you blush bright red, “Yes.”

He takes you by the hand again and guides you to his room.

Satoru is enraptured by the image of you under him. 

Your body slots against him as if it was made to be there. He can’t get enough of the soft moans he can coax out of you when he touches you in certain places. This is so different from his previous experiences. 

Before it had been more for his pleasure. Sure he made sure that his partners reached climax but it was more about him. Now he couldn’t care less about his pleasure when you whine so sweetly under his fingers. 

Your hand tangled in his hair as his presses gentle kisses trailing down your neck. He stops to suck and bite a spot on your collar bone which makes you arch up into him.

“So sensitive Princess.” He teases you.

Usually you would meet his teasing with a glare but you seem too needy to care right now. He smiles against your skin and continues down to your chest. His eyes darken as he sees your nipples through the flimsy nightdress you have on. Satoru carefully unravels the dress to drink in all of you.

“What are you waiting for-?” You ask breathlessly and his lips pull into a smirk.

“You are so demanding this evening.” He chides and runs a hand up your inner thigh. 

Satoru hums in satisfaction as you shiver under his touch. His fingers reach your cunt and your breath catches. You are more pliant after he gets his fingers in you. Your demands slowly give way to moans and whimpers. 

You are mesmerising in your pleasure. He can’t get enough of it, watching you arch and claw at him as the pleasure consumes you entirely. His cock strains against his clothes, he feels like he could cum just by watching you come undone by his fingers.

Satoru’s kisses get closer to your core. He presses an almost chaste kiss to your inner thigh. His eyes on yours as they go half lidded. He shifts himself down between your thighs for better access. 

When he gets the first taste of you on his tongue he is sure that he is addicted. You taste so sweet, sweeter than any wine or cake he has ever tasted. He worships at the altar between your legs like a man dying. Satoru is sure he could stay like this for hours. He would love to watch you cum on his tongue over and over and over again.

In that moment a selfish part of him is glad Theseus left you here. Now you were his alone and he can only thank that boy’s foolishness for leaving you to him. But then he remembers how heart broken you were. He would never have you be that way again even if he got you out of it.

You grind down on his face, chasing your high and Satoru groans as you use him. Your pretty thighs close around his head as you get closer. He’s almost there without you even touching him, practically rutting into the bed as you reach your high. 

Satoru watches with awe as you cum. Your body shakes with ecstasy as he continues through your orgasm. He climbs back up so he can slide his cock in between your plush thighs. You must be sensitive there because you whine as he thrusts between them. 

“Just a little longer- hah- then you can rest-” Satoru grits out. 

You reach for his hand and he interlaces your fingers with his. As he does you smile up at him, it’s a little tired and fucked out but so beautiful. He wants to remember this look on your face forever, hopefully you will let him. Satoru cums, painting your thighs and lower torso.

Careful not to hurt you he lays down beside you and you cuddle up to his chest. Your breathing has evened out as you wrap your arms around him, holding him even closer. He lays his head on top of yours. As the two of you lay there Satoru realizes he may never be bored again if you are by his side like this. 

“I love you.” He whispers into your hair.

You sigh in contentment, “I love you too ‘toru.”

Satoru has never been more content in his life than with you in his arms, you are more than enough for him for the rest of his days.

[daegorth]

NEVER be so sure of how "good" you are that you fail to reflect on your views or actions. You don't have to obsess but taking the time to examine your knee-jerk reactions or things that make you uncomfortable to see if they have value or if they are just gut feelings driven by your biases is very important.

It's how I realized that I was on the cusp of being radicalized into a terf.

I was on Pinterest at the time, and one of my boards was all about feminism. I started seeing and pinning posts that on the surface were like all the other ones, but after a while I would get recommended posts that were a degree more terfy. Again and again until in the span of a month and a half the majority of the feminism posts I was pinning had something to do with "men in women's spaces" etc. etc.

The first time I saw an out and open post that clearly bashed trans people I had been marinating in content that prepped me to just accept every word of it as the truth, so it was less jarring that being faced with if from the get go. I had been gearing myself up in fabricated outrage for a month and a half and it would have been so easy to just keep going, assume that because I had progressive views on women rights, gay rights and I was fiercely against racism it meant that I couldn't be wrong about this, that I was a GOOD PERSONtm and therefore I had GOOD MORALS by virtue of that.

Fortunately I balked a bit.

After a week of self reflection, and most importantly after researching things by myself, reading books and looking for trans people who were talking about their lives and struggles and joys - and not just believing everything that was spoon fed to me in short snappy images on a frankly awful website - I realized what had been happening.

Before that I was so ignorant about trans people in general, and terf rhetoric in particular. The slippery slope was so subtle that I noticed nothing strange when I started falling into it.

I felt like shit when I realized what I had been doing, went through every single pin in my 1500 post board and deleted every single one that had that bent, that terfy spin on it.

And you know what the absolute worst thing was? Two months after I did that my sister came out to me as trans.

I feel sick if I imagine what my reaction would have been. I am a very argumentative person, I love debating. If I hadn't taken the time to question my beliefs, to learn about something like this by myself, if I had just... shrugged and kept going down the rabbit hole when faced with something that made me uncomfortable because I didn't understand it and didn't make the barest minimum effort to understand...

I shudder to think of the situation I would have put her in, having to defend her existence to someone who is supposed to love her unconditionally.

Lost followers after reblogging that whole thing about JKR being radicalized over the years, and that disturbs me.

Like if you think saying that people can be radicalized and manipulated into hate is somehow justifying it, yikes. And if you think that people are somehow just good or evil and that you are not at risk of buying into propaganda, have I got some very red flag news about that!

Idk if its because I am an older Millennial maybe (most who unfollowed were younger) but I watched a ton of that generation slide from one of the most progressive to the far right before my every eyes. Hell, my dad fought alongside his black friends in the Detroit race riots and now he watches Fox News 24/7 and talks about the border wall. Yet still claims he could never be racist because of how he used to be. He doesn’t even realize what he has become.

JKR isn’t a deluded old woman or innately evil, but in fact THE prime example of how well-meaning ignorance and privilege can be weaponized and encouraged down a pipeline, until it turns into a force of hate, and should be a cautionary tale about why educating and being open about these issues are necessary. Because there are those out there who will use those divisions and ignorance to their own ends. And just digging in our heels and saying “that could never be me!” is the very thing that puts you more at risk. I’ve lost so many loved ones down that pipeline and it is more slippery than most realize.

Stay alert, stay compassionate, stay humble, and make sure you move through life guided by reason rather than reaction. I love y’all and don’t want to see your passion twisted to get used against the world.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; it all started with a drink

tags: afab!reader, mentions of alcohol, lotsa cursing, slight nsfw but no seggs, not proofread (if grammar stinky i'm sorry)

summary: name got a little too carried away with the vodka and decided to make it their captain's problem.

wc: 1028

"captain!" you shouted, almost tripping over yourself on the doorway of his dreary workshop. it was past two in the morning and you were definitely not on your right mind. you bought this wine off a market from the town victoria punk docked on for the night, unaware that it'll intoxicate you that fast. you wanted to celebrate how successful your battles were, winning against forces upon forces of pirates and the navy. "oh fuck," you mumbled, grabbing the table for support but ended up knocking over some stuff. the clanging of the pieces of metals on the desk startled your captain.

kid wouldn't normally bat an eye at your call since he was too occupied with his craft but the ruckus you were making irked the redhead so badly he had no choice but to confront you. he sauntered towards you, boots thud by the wooden floor. you tried your best maintaining your balance despite feeling so lightheaded, your entire world is spinning. "the fuck are ya doing?" he snarked, hands by his hips

"vodka?" you raised a big bottle with the widest grin you could muster. face flushed and breath reeking of liquor.

"you're so goddamn drunk it's unbelievable." he chuckled, "its damn rare to see you let your guard down." he teased, grinning down at you.

kidd knows you as someone who always has their shit together. in a ship full of men, pirates to be exact, you have always kept your guard up; it's why your captain never had the chance to hit on you. he thought about it but, he'll never submit to that.

"im not drunk, dumbass!" you bit back. "is it wrong to celebrate? success? of our crew?" you said slurring your words.

"yeah, that's about enough." he pried the vodka bottle off your fingers. you yelped, losing balance and grabbing his shirt for support; extremely narrowing the distance betwen the two of you.

his heart skipped a beat, you were so close. it took all of his power to restrain himself from kissing you. he sighed it out and said, "i'll call kil to fucking take care of you, i have no ti-" before he could finish his sentence, you found yourself puking at your captain, retching again and again and again.

"fucking damn it!" he groaned. you raised your head wiping off residue from your mouth and grabbing the vodka he took from you.

"that's what you get." you laughed, downing the bottle and walking past him.

"hey! where the fuck do you thi- don't fucking touch anything, woman!" he said, still shocked by your actions.

"you know cap," you opened the bottle to drink some more." you could either bitch about the dumbest things in here or you could share a drink with the most amazing woman you could lay your eyes on." you sat down his table, legs crossed, patting the space beside you, and having a welcoming smile.

his face was bashful, if only you knew how crazy you make him feel. "give me a second," he went to the bathroom to wipe off your vomit, and to collect himself. he then sat beside you ay his desk.

"there you go! that wasnt so hard is it?" you smiled offering the bottle to him, to which he accepted.

"it actually is you tramp," he downed the liquid. "make sure to puke at a bowl next time, not at your fucking captain."

you faced him, he got red at the proximity. "i have been really damn curious all this time cap."

"yeah?"

"may i?" you leaned over, hands looming at his hair.

"w-what the hell, woman?!" he let out strings of curses and protests yet, he didnt recoil as you got closer to him.

you reached over his goggles and took it off. tossing it somewhere across the room. you found yourself flushed, and so was he.

"i knew you'd look like a prince." you uttered with a genuine smile, putting a hand over your chest as you endearigly gaze at him. his wavy crimson bangs elegantly curtaining his forehead and piercing honey eyes. you reached over to comb his hair away from his face. it was surprisingly fluffy and silky. "you should let it down more often cap,"

"f-fuck off..." he looked away with cheeks as red as his hair.

"you probably don't hear this often but you're really handsome cap. if you reaaaaaally tried." you blurted out getting closer.

"yeah?" he finally turned his head back to you. only to brush your noses together.

"absolutely." you mumbled leaning even closer, as the spaces between your lips were tiny.

"i think you probably hear this often though but you are fucking gorgeous." he whispered back, tucking a piece of hair onto your ear and a hand on the column of your neck and face. your heart felt like it would explode out of your chest.

your lips were millimeters apart, waiting for a green light from each other. you advanced but kidd pulled away. "...you're drunk, this is not fair."

"but i want to," you grab a hold of his cheek to bring him back, fingers lingers on his skin. oh how goosebumps spread like wildifires across his body from your touch.

"you don't. you're fuckin drunk." he resisted.

"but i want to fucking to kiss you, eustass." you asserted, voice growing a notch higher.

he finally looked at you and alas your lips crashed. his hands shifted to the back of your head, deepening the kiss even further.

falling naturally by his thighs as he guided your hips, you straddled yourself at his lap.

he stood up, carrying you by your bottom. you two then got settled by the velvety, raven couch on his room, still in the same position. lips and hands never leaving each other. you were about to take off his vest, only to be stopped. grip firm on your wrist.

"making out is one thing. you're too drunk to know what the hell are you doi-"

"i'm sober enough to know what the hell i fucking want and i fucking want you right now, okay?!" you protested, fiery eyes filled with desire for him.

he chuckled to himself and said, "by all means, princess."

my first attempt on an hc 😱🥶 i'll probably cringe looking back at this shit after a few months but anw brain dumpppp kidd the most delicious <3

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Truth or Dare- Part 6

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Nate and readers dad comes home after a night of drinking, only to make a scene and pretty much bash his whole family. It ends with Cal and the reader leaving, both of them going very different places. Where Cal ends up, who knows. But where the reader ends up... in her best friends arms of course.

Song: "Bang Bang Bang Bang" by Sohodolls

Warnings: Swearing, trauma, mentions of drugs and angst.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Sorry I wasn't too active today, lot going on. So this chapter is pretty heavy. But I wanted to stay true to the reader and Nate's storyline outside of Elliot and the readers storyline. So this is similar to the scene at the end of episode 4. Just tweaked a bit. I don't like when it's word for word from the episode so I made it my own a bit with the same ending.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5

Rolling over, I hear the downstairs door open and close with a loud slam. I groan sluggishly as my hand flies over, tapping on my phone to reveal the time. Fucking shit, who is here at 1am? I listen to quiet words downstairs, it now being clear that it’s my mom and dad. Huffing, I flop onto my back as I stare at the fan spinning on my ceiling.

Moments later, I hear the door in the room next to me open, the hinges creaking as I sit up. Hearing the floorboard squeak as someone approaches my room, a small knock on the door makes my eyes open a bit more.

“What’s up?” I call out, the door opening to reveal a sleep Nate, rubbing his eyes as he yawns. He looks exhausted and frustrated, his eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. “What’s going on downstairs? Did dad just get home?” I ask, sliding my legs over the side of the bed as I stretch. He sends me a silent nod, the voices downstairs now growing louder and louder as moments pass. Nate rolls his eyes as he backs away from the door, my legs quickly following him and out into the hallway. We walk to the edge of the railing, the sight unexpected as I flinch, covering my eyes.

“Dad, what the fuck, why is your dick out?” Nate asks, turning away from him as my mom tries to argue with the obvious drunk man. He just laughs and zips up his pants, shaking his head.

“I was just telling your mother that I think I’m lonely.” He whispers with wide eyes, my eyes fluttering over to look at Nate as his gaze flutters to the floor. This isn’t going to be good. My mom stands silently at the edge of the staircase, her head in her hands as she sighs. She looks beyond distraught. “You guys shoulda seen me tonight! I don’t know if you guys would’ve been proud… but I think you would have been impressed.” He scoffs, his hands on his hips as he shrugs. Nate moves to lean against the wall, his breathing short and angry as he watches my dad like a hawk.

“Cal, listen to me, I think you need to see a doctor, honey.” My mom calls out, standing up to him as he rolls his eyes, waving her concern off. “I’m not kidding. You’re not you, Cal. You haven’t been for a while.” She worries, my eyes flickering over to Nate as he sends me a reassuring nod.

“No, Marsha, that’s where you’re wrong.” He mutters, stepping up to her as my body shakes with anxiety. “This is the most me I’ve been since I’ve met you.” He whispers, his cocky smile falling to a thin line. He shakes his head disappointedly, my mother stepping back as if he struck her across her face. “I am 100% me.” He whispers, his arms raising at his side as he does a little spin.

“Cal, you’re scaring me.” My mom mutters, putting her hands up as he lets out a bitter laugh, his eyes flickering up to Nate and I. He looks between us, his eyebrows pulled together as he sighs.

“Do you guys know how many men I’ve fucked?” My dad asks, my throat constricting as I look to Nate quickly, suddenly feeling as if the room is closing in on me. He was fucking right. “You know, your brother isn’t here, but, I had sex with a man for the first time when he was in your mom’s belly.” He confesses, my knees wobbling beneath me as tears rise to my eyes. “Now here’s the thing, if I would have said that I went to a strip club tonight, it would be fine. Cuz I’m a man and I’m an animal. But it’s because it’s men, right, that it’s weird?” He asks, stepping up the stairs, past my mom and towards the platform. He rests his shoulders against the wall as he looks between Nate and I.

“It’s not weird, dad, it’s okay. But just…” I trail off, my words getting stuck in my throat as he looks at me, his face shining with shock. “It’s okay.” I add, my eyes fluttering away from him as I fight the urge to have sympathy for the man who’s tearing apart my family as we speak.

“Okay, then maybe this doesn’t apply to you, Y/n. But these two hypocrites,” he points between my mother and Nate, his head shaking with a scoff, “too proud to admit that it’s okay.” His lips tug down into a frown as I look at Nate, watching as he sniffles quietly.

“I’m going to bed.” My mom mutters, making her way past my dad, tears streaming down her face as she avoids my needy gaze. She’s just gonna go to bed? Like this isn’t happening? The need to call out to her, to beg her to stay, to ask if she knew… It weighs heavily on me as I turn back to my dad.

“Living a double life- not my biggest regret.” My dad shakes his head with a laugh, my mothers bedroom door slamming as I flinch. “But you?” He points to Nate, my heart breaking as Nate falls apart beside me, his gaze fluttering away from my dad. “You are my biggest regret, Nathaniel.” He laughs, his eyes fluttering over to me as he scoffs. “You, Y/n, my youngest and brightest.” He mutters, his gaze falling from me. “You fell so far from the tree in all the best ways. I don’t know how we didn’t fuck you up more.” He chuckles, my heart breaking as he says the words I wished and prayed he would’ve said all these years to me. Instead of alienating me, treating me as if I was an outsider. “I take all of your flaws, all of your shit, and I say ‘hey, they’re my kids’, but I feel a different way about men and suddenly I’m the bad guy.” He shakes his head as he steps up to the family portrait against the wall, letting out a forced sigh. “We all have our secrets. Nate, you have so many, it makes me wonder if I even know you. I pretend to.” I look at Nate, his shoulders falling as he peers up at me, his eyes sad and his lips pouted. “And Y/n, I know you hate me and your mother for making you move here. I’ve known about it for years. Your mom found the letter you wrote your therapist a few years ago- fucking sad. About Elliot.” My bottom lip wobbles as I look away from him, turning my whole body as I shake from anger. Nate approaches me quickly, his arms wrapping around me tightly almost as if he wanted to shield me from my fathers words. “It’s probably why we don’t talk, why I’ve felt so fucking guilty all these years even if I think your obsession with that kid has always been weird- like what did you even see in him?” My dad laughs bitterly, sobs leaving my lips at his words. Nate’s heart pounds against his chest, his breathing angry as my father continues. “You rely on odd men, child of mine. Your brother- like since fucking when do you two get alone?” My dad asks, a small, angry laugh leaving Nate as he finally finds his words.

“Fuck off. You can say all the fucked shit about me. Leave her out of this.” Nate spits, my arms wrapping around his waist as I grip the back of his t-shirt. My dad laughs loudly, his feet being heard against the stairs as he makes his way down to the first floor.

“I have lived with you. I raised you two. I am your father.” He huffs, my head tilting to look at him with teary eyes. My fathers eyes meet mine as he shakes his head sadly at me, a disappointed smile on his lips. “I know that you two hate me. I know that you’re going to continue to hate me. I’m so sorry I fucked you guys up with my double life.” He whispers sadly, my loud sobs heard throughout the room as my mind spins with all the words I want to say. I don’t hate you, I wish you would’ve told us, I’m so sorry you had to live a secret, double life, I wish you would’ve trusted me. “This family has made it very obvious that I’m not allowed to make an emotional connection. With you guys, with other people. I have no idea how you guys are close after all these years- never saw that shit coming.” He laughs quietly, pointing between the two of us. “I am an emotional guy.” My dad looks away, his heart breaking in front of us as I close my eyes, just wanting to escape this moment, to be gone. “So, this is farewell.” My dad mutters, my face falling at the words as Nate sighs above me, his grip on me tightening. He knows that I would run after him if he let me go. Nate lets out a quiet sob, his throat stifling it before it can come out. No matter what you thought about Nate, depending on what you knew about him, he did care. Even when he tried to force himself not to. “I’ll see you assholes later.” My dad adds before turning around, his hand turning the handle as he exits the house without another word.

And then it’s silent.

I let out a shuttered sigh, my throat raw from crying and I’m sure my eyes will be red and swollen within a few hours. Nate sniffles loudly, his hand lifting to wipe his eyes as I look up at him. His face falls at the sight of me, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

“What do we do?” I ask quietly, his shoulders raising in a shrug as he looks around aimlessly. He pulls away from me, his arms falling to his side as he sighs loudly. “Nate, is he gone? Did he just leave leave?” I ask anxiously, his head shaking in confusion. “Oh my god.” I cry, my hands reaching up to cover my face as I kneel down, my back hitting the wall as I crumble. Nate just stands there in silence, dealing with the event in his own way as I fall apart, loud sobs leaving my lips. “I need to get out of here, I need to leave.” I gasp, looking up to Nate as he nods, his frame reaching out to help me off of the floor.

“Where do you want to go? I’ll take you anywhere.” He offers, his eyes sad as he looks down at me with a sigh. “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t want to be right-” He cuts himself off with gasp, my arms immediately wrapping around his waist as he cries, the man finally breaking down. I hug him against me, his tall frame shaking. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry I’ve been such a fuck up of a brother, I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when me moved.” He apologizes, my heart breaking at his words as I sniffle.

“It’s okay, Nate. I promise. Remember, I broke your nose? I wasn’t the best sister.” I giggle, trying to lighten the mood a bit as he laughs, pulling back to wipe his eyes as he takes as deep of a breath as he can. “Our father just proved to us that we’re allowed to be fuck ups.” I whisper, his head bobbing in a nod as he calms down a bit. “I’m gonna go pack a bag and text Elliot. Will you take me over there?” I ask quietly and he clears his throat with a nod.

“Yeah, I’ll be waiting in the truck.” He mutters, reaching out to pat my shoulder as he walks past me. I sigh, looking up at the ceiling as I try my best to process everything that just happened. Making my way into my room, I yawn as I pull out a book bag, shoving clothes and toiletries into it as I rush around. I just wanted to be with Elliot, just to tell him everything that went down and let him hold me like he used to. Grabbing my phone, I immediately go into Elliot’s contact, seeing a missed message from him.

From Elly: Thinking about you. Rue and Jules are over, they seem fine. If you wanna come over and sleep over I would really really really enjoy that. Like old times.

Relief fills me as tears fill my eyes, the boy reading my mind, my fingers tearily trying to type out a message back to him.

To Elly: I’m in a really bad place right now. Stuff went down with my dad and I can’t be here. Nate’s bringing me over there now.

I pick my bag up, looking around my room as I sling my bag over my shoulders. It didn’t even feel like my room anymore, the absence of my father already taking a bigger toll on me than I would’ve thought. Making my way out of my room, I hear Nate’s truck running in the driveway, the soft hum comforting me, knowing that it means I’ll be out of here soon. Stepping quietly, I approach my moms room, my fist gently knocking on the door. She calls out quietly, the knob twisting in my hand as I peak through the crack of the door. When her eyes see me, she frowns, her hair falling in her face as she sighs.

“I’m sorry, baby.” She whispers, the door opening further as I approach her side of the bed, my eyes flickering over to the other empty side. It feels so empty already. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, that you had to witness that.” She takes my hands in hers, her eyes looking at my bag with a frown.

“I’m gonna sleep over at a friends. I think Nate will probably go to Cassie’s or Maddy’s. Who knows who he’s with right now.” I chuckle half heartedly, my mom's lips spreading out in a sad smile. She tugs me to her, her arms wrapping around my neck as she shutters. “I love you, mom.” I whisper, a small hum leaving her lips as she sniffles.

“I love you, honey. Try to have fun, the best you can.” She mutters, pulling away from her as I send her a soft smile. Making my way out of the room, I shut her door as she gets comfortable in bed. As comfortable as she can without her husband of almost twenty years. My mind spins as to what she’ll do now. Are my parents divorcing? Is that it? It killed me that Nate was right all this time about my father, the overwhelming feeling that I’ve felt for the past weeks now crushing me as the adrenaline wears off. Seeing Elliot will help.

Hoisting myself into Nate’s truck, he looks over to me with a sad smile as I buckle in. My phone buzzes in my pocket, my hands fishing for it as I see Elliot’s name across the screen. Swiping on the message, the air leaves my lungs as I read it.

From Elly: I already told Jules and Rue to fuck off tonight and to not bother you. My arms are open for you the minute you get here. I’m so fucking sorry.

Shutting my phone off, my lip wobbles again as Nate sighs, reaching over to pat the top of my head supportively. The rest of the ride is silent as he drives, silent tears leaving my lips as I watch the houses and cars go by. By the time we pull up to Elliot’s house, he’s on the front porch, staring down at his phone. He was waiting… He watches as we pull into the driveway, rising to his feet as he blows out a nervous breath. I turn to Nate, a soft smile on his lips as he nods me on.

“Text me if you need me, kid.” He offers, my arms reaching across the middle console to wrap around his neck. He lets out a sigh, his hand rubbing my back gently. “Go see your man.” He laughs, shoving me away from him as I giggle softly, my hand shoving the door open as I fall out of the truck. My legs wobble underneath me as I make my way towards Elliot’s house, his hands shoved in his pocket as he frowns sadly. I hear Nate’s truck pulling out of the driveway, Elliot’s feet moving quickly to meet me halfway. His arms wrap around my waist tightly, my whole body relaxing into him as I let out a sigh of relief.

“This is all I wanted right here. To be in your arms..” I whisper, his lips pressing against my shoulder as he sighs. We stand in silence for a moment, him avoiding asking what happened and me not being able to find the right words that convey all the emotions that I feel. “He left. My dad left.” I stutter out simply, the words seeming fake to me as they leave my lips. Elliot pulls away, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion as his lips part to speak. “He’s gay. My dad is gay and he’s been living a double life. He blames my older brother a-and apparently Nate’s his biggest mistake and I fell so far from the tree that he’s proud of me.” I whimper, tears rushing down my cheeks as Elliot cups the soft skin, his thumbs trying to keep up with my tears. I laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, Elliot shaking his head in shock.

“That’s a lot-holy shit, are you okay?” He whispers but shakes his head quickly, waving off that question.. “Of course you’re not fucking okay.” He whispers, leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. “I’m glad you came over.” He smiles, my chin craning up to look up at him through my lashes. He pouts at my tired expression, his head tilting at me. “Come on. Let’s go make you laugh, hmm? I’m fucking good at doin’ that.” He laughs, taking my backpack off of my shoulders as he wraps an arm around my waist. Feeling my phone buzz in my pocket as we walk, I pull it out to see a shocking message.

From Biological Father: I never told you how proud I am of you. But I am.

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[tonysslut]

Smut prompt “you look so good with my hand around your throat”

With Tony being in a scuffle with a femme fetale he has sexual tension with and after a quippy fight they break into sex.

I usually lean to Tony saying it, but wouldn’t it be cool if the femme fetale had her hand around his throat?

-lamb

Hi angel!

First, I just wanna say I've never written anything like this before (I totally didn't google what a scuffle was ��) but I had so much writing this. It definitely forced me to think outside the box so THANK YOU SO MUCH.

I hope it's what you had in mind, enjoy!

*I'm also gonna leave the link of what I used as inspiration for the fight scene, specifically where Nat and Bucky fight.

Warnings: Smut (minors DNI), dirty talk, spit kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink (if you squint)

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You almost blow your mission when Tony walks in

It was a normal night for you, breaking into the building and stealing information on your target was quickly becoming your norm. The data was about halfway done downloading when you heard ruffling behind you, a small smirk finding its way to your lips.

“It’s almost like you’re obsessed with me,” you say, turning around and quickly scanning the room before your eyes land on the dark figure that stands in the corner.

“Well you’re pretty easy to track.” the figure says, emerging from the corner with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“You and I both know that isn’t true, Mr.Stark.” you place your hands on the table in front of you, squeezing your boobs so they stand out more, knowing he’s already dropped his gaze to your chest.

You and Tony had this dynamic going on for years now, you’d steal, he’d catch you. A mission didn’t feel complete without his interruption at this point. However, you had a little crush on the playboy, it was something you’d never admit but you knew Tony wasn’t clueless. He felt the same way, the sexual tension between the two of you was thick enough that a knife could slice right through it.

“What are you up to now princess?” he says, taking a few big steps until he's standing in front of you, making you crane your neck up to meet his eyes.

“Now, you know I can’t tell you that.” You draw out, walking towards the big window in the room, swinging your hips a little extra. Your tight bodysuit accentuated your curves and it was something you always used to your advantage, especially around Tony.

Men were easy to distract, show a little bit of cleavage, leave lingering touches and they would practically crawl to you. It made your job a lot easier, seduce and kill was your only technique.

Tony does a quick scan of the room, eyes landing on the small blinking USB drive that was plugged into the computer case. He starts to make his way towards the computer, focused on making sure you keep your back to him, but you catch his reflection in the window. Turning around, you run up and kick his hand away before he reaches the USB drive.

He catches your leg and twists it, making you fall to the ground as you huff in annoyance. This wasn’t going to be as smooth as you anticipated. You spin around and kick his ankle, causing him to fall and be on the floor with you.

You put your hands behind your head and push your knees to your chest as you push up and land on your feet, standing in front of the computer. Tony presses a button on his watch and turns it into a gauntlet, pointing towards you, it releases sound waves that make your head spin, ears filled with a painful ringing noise.

Turning around, he starts to make his way towards the drive, you shake off the disoriented feeling and grab his shoulders, spinning around his torso and wrapping your legs around his neck. You bring your elbow up and bash it down on the top of his head, repeating the action as he starts to blindly walk backward until he drops you on the desk. Instantly wrapping his hand around your throat.

“You could at least take me out to dinner first,” you smirk, struggling to breathe but loving the euphoric feeling.

Your words catch him off guard so you take the chance to kick at his stomach, causing him to fall back while you desperately try to catch your breath. You tumble back a few steps as he lifts himself off the floor and makes his way towards you, pulling out your gun from the holster on your thigh and pointing it towards him. He catches your hand and moves it away as soon as you go to shoot, both of you left with wide eyes and heavy breathing at your action.

He takes the opportunity to twist your hand and kick your leg out, causing you to fall. You grab his arm and bring him down with you, landing underneath him. He holds your arms down and squeezes your legs together with his thighs.

“You sure do know how to put up a fight.” He says breathlessly.

“If we were in a different scenario, I think I might find this a turn-on, but we aren’t so get off.” You strain against his hold, part of you knew you could easily make your way out of his grip but having him so close made you rub your thighs together. His cologne invaded your senses as he leaned down, lips hovering over yours.

“I think you’re already turned on, huh? He teases, nose brushing against yours.

Everything happened so fast, you weren’t sure who leaned in first but before you knew it, your lips touched. The kiss was lust-filled, both of you hungry for each other, years of pent-up sexual tension being released into the kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, hips squirming to try and get some sort of friction.

He slowly loosens the grip on your arms and you pull him closer by the neck while the other one weaves into his hair, deepening the kiss. His hands roam your hand, pulling the zipper of your bodysuit until your breasts spill out. He groans and roughly gropes them, pulling a soft moan out of you.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna need to hear all those little noises you can make,” he says, pulling away and kissing down your sternum, you feel your arousal already ruining your panties when he starts to kiss around your boob, teasing your hardened nipple.

He moves to the other side and does the same, this time wrapping his mouth around the bud, sucking it into his mouth, and letting out a content sigh. Your arch into his touch, chasing his mouth when he switches back over to the other nipple.

You trail your hands down his chest until you reach his bulge, palming him through his dress pants. He leaves marks throughout your chest while you work on undoing his pants, pulling him out of his boxers. You gasp at his size, using your thumb to spread the precum that started to collect at his slit. He drops his head on your stomach and groans.

“You’re gonna drive me insane, you little minx,” he says, undoing the belt to your suit and pulling the bottoms down enough to run his fingers into your folds. “So fucking wet, how long have you been wanting to fuck me, pretty girl?”

His words make you moan, eyes fluttering shut as he circles your clit, dragging out his movements. “I could ask you the same thing.” you tease, tightening your grip on his cock, making him choke out a moan.

He plunges two of his fingers inside you, making you throw your head back at the feeling. Your body is so responsive to his touch, almost like he already knew what you liked, not wasting any time. Grabbing your hands, he pins them above your head while he drives his fingers in and out of you, curling up to get you to moan out profanities.

“God, you hear that baby? Hear how fucking wet you are?” You whine, feeling your orgasm starting to build up but wanting to be filled up before you cum.

“I need-” You moan, “I need you inside of me, now.”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth, groaning when he tastes you on his tongue. You quickly kick your pants off along with your underwear and grab his base, lining it up with your entrance as he pushes into your warm cunt.

Your walls squeeze around him as he bottoms out, loving how he stretches you out perfectly. He circles his hips before pulling out, putting his arms underneath your legs and pushing them up to your chest, feeling him reach deeper inside you as he begins his brutal pace. He hits your g-spot perfectly like this, making your eyes roll back as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss.

“Open your mouth,” he says. You do as you’re told and part your plump lips, sticking your tongue out and watching as he spits into your mouth. You moan as you close your mouth, loving how he tastes, sticking your tongue back out so he sees you swallowed.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be so submissive, it’s all a front huh?” he teases, knowing it’ll push your buttons. “All you needed was to be put in your place, princess.” His words go straight to your core.

You smirk and flip the both of you over, without disconnecting his cock from your cunt, you start to ride him. Moving your hips back and forth as he places his hands on your hips, guiding your movements.

Feeling your muscles starting to burn, you place your feet on either side of his waist and start to jump on his cock, placing your hands on his chest and digging your nails into him. You watch as he throws his head back, you would’ve never thought he’d have a pain kink.

An idea pops into your mind and your smirk to yourself, moving one of your hands up his chest and slowly wrapping it around his throat, squeezing enough to get his attention. He doesn’t stop you, letting you do whatever you want at that moment and that alone has your orgasm building up.

“You look so good with my hand around your throat.” you whisper, voice laced with sex.

He practically growls and flips the two of you over again, wrapping both of his hands around your neck, and starts to mercilessly pound into you. You scream out as his pace brings you closer to your release, snaking your hand down to play with your clit.

“I can feel you squeeze my cock baby, you’re close aren’t you?” he brings his face closer to your, breath fanning across your face. You quickly nod your head, feeling right on the edge of your release.

“Well go on then, make a mess.” he accentuates his last few words with hard thrusts that send you spiraling into your orgasm. Your vision blurs and your body shakes as Tony continues to fuck you, chasing his release while prolonging yours.

“Cum inside me.” You say, grabbing his face and kissing him. He groans into the kiss and stills his hips as his warm seed coats your walls, you purposely clench around him a few times which earns you a pinch to the side, making you jump.

He places his forehead against yours as the two of you catch your breath, kissing you once more before slowly pulling out, making you hiss in slight as he sits on his heels. He reaches behind him and grabs your panties, slowly grabbing your legs and sliding them back on your body.

“A reminder for later.” He teases as he gets up and extends his hand out for you, once on your feet you put your clothes back in place and reach for your gun as he tucks himself back into his pants.

You take his distracted state to grab the USB drive that had successfully downloaded all the files and tuck it into your top. Tony notices and sends you a glare.

“You know, we could use someone like you on the team” he offers, shrugging his shoulders.

“In your dreams, lover boy,” you say and quickly make your way out of the building before he has the chance to add anything else.

[cjsinkythoughts]

Suits, Dresses, and Heels

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4000

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, More Mentions of PTSD, Gun Violence, Slight Mentions of Drinking, Club Dancing (You’re all gonna hate me for that part, but I’m not sorry)

A/N: Here’s Part 4.2 - The Second Part to Episode 3 - as requested. This is a little more scene-by-scene, but there are some off-screen moments. I’ll be posting Part 4.3 (which will have the rest of the episode) later tonight.

There’s a bit more information on Reader, but not as much as the last chapter. Sharon comes in during this part, so you get to see her and Reader’s relationship.

Also, I have mixed feelings about Zemo at this point. Not in the story, the Reader’s not a fan as you learned previously, but for me personally, he’s surprised me a couple times by coming back and helping.

Anyways! Thank you so much for reading! This isn’t beta’d so excuse any mistakes! Check out my other parts before you read! Thank you again! Stay tuned, loves!

FATWS MASTERLIST

cjsinkythoughts MASTERLIST

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The dress was far too tight for your liking, and showed way too much skin. Not that you didn’t like being a tease every once in a while, but for this mission, you’d rather have more cover and movement.

You had to admit though; Zemo had nice taste. The dress fit deliciously - which made you wonder how he got your size. The color and cut was devastatingly flattering. Plus, he let you do your own makeup.

Being the only female, you were in a separate area of the jet getting ready. Once you were done, you made sure to knock, even though you’d walked in on Sam changing too many times to count while on the run and had seen Bucky answer the door in nothing but a towel. It was mainly for Zemo’s sake, just a warning that you were walking in whether or not they were ready.

“Damn, girl! You clean up nice!”

You rolled your eyes at Sam, painted lips quirking up as you studied him, shooting him a wink. “You should try a mirror, Sammy.” You turned to Bucky to find him staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at you. “What do you think, Buck?”

His mouth snapped shut and he cleared his throat, eyes exploring the dips and curves your body. “You…” He blinked once. Twice. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his intense eyes making you heat up, before he shook his head. “You look good.” He rushed out, before spinning on his heel shoving past Sam who was snickering.

“Where’s Zemo?” You noticed he wasn’t in the main area of the plane when you walked in.

“Rearranging our ride once we get there.”

You huffed, fixing your hair. “Oh God. We’re really doing this.”

“Yup.”

“Okay.” You looked down at yourself before looking up at the boys. “Something’s gonna go wrong, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely.”

“No doubt.”

Giving a slight groan at their simultaneous answers, you nodded. “Let’s try not to screw up too badly, boys, alright? I at least want to live long enough to see Peter graduate.”

Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff. “That kid’s a punk.”

“You’re a punk.” You shot back.

Bucky raised his hand. “I second that punk thing.”

“For which one?”

“Both of them.”

You chuckled as Sam gaped at Bucky, who shrugged innocently. The former assassin tilted his head in your direction to shoot you a grin and a wink, making you laugh more. Shaking your head, you go to make a joke when Zemo walked in.

“It’s time. We’re landing now.”

And just like that, the teasing atmosphere dissipated, leaving you anxious and regretful.

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You walked by Bucky, arm linked with his metal one, listening as Zemo told Sam about his “character” he was to play.

“He’s a known womanizer - always has a gorgeous lady on his arm.” Zemo gestured towards you. “It’s the only way they’d let in a woman.”

“Aren’t we going to see a woman?” You questioned, gently patting Bucky’s metallic bicep when his hold on you tightened.

“Which makes it more imperative that you don’t act threatening. Women don’t make the same mistake men do; they don’t underestimate other women.”

You nodded. He had a point there. Bucky faced you, a frown on those pretty lips. “I don’t like this.” He mumbled.

“You think I do?” You whispered back. “With you being him again? Even if it’s just pretend? And need I remind you whose idea this was?”

“I know, I know. Just…” He sighed. “Promise me you won’t get hurt on purpose.”

Your forehead creased. “Why would I-?”

“To protect people. You always do. And I get it, I do. It’s why you started this in the first place, but…save yourself first, this time, okay?”

“Buck-”

“Promise me.”

It wasn’t often you could see the fear in his eyes, hear it in his voice, but you could then. Unable to do anything else you nodded, a soft, “okay” falling from your lips. He nodded back, pressing a kiss to your head, before letting you go as a car approached.

Bucky helped you in - the heels you were wearing were no joke - before sliding in himself, Sam getting in on the other side of you. “And you two can’t be…” Zemo gestured to the two of you as the car started moving, eyeing your still connected hands. “Doing that.”

“This isn’t my first theater production.” You snapped at him. “We’ll be fine.”

He raised his hands in surrender, turning back to look out the windshield. Once you arrived, you gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze, before accepting Sam’s hand to get out on his side, linking your arm with his like you were doing with Bucky earlier.

“I finally get to see one of your performances, baby.” Sam grinned at you.

You smirked back. “Best seats in the house, too, Smiling Tiger.” He groaned at your jest, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you giggled.

“This way.” Zemo cut in, jerking his head in the direction you’d be going. You took a breath, steeling yourself, before the three of you nodded at each other and followed his lead.

You found the fellas reactions amusing, their heads turning to study and scan everything they could see. You were more subtle in the way you analyzed your surroundings, feeling a bit more at home in this situation than, say, fighting super soldiers on top of semi trucks.

Your jaw tightened, as did your grip on Sam’s arm, when Zemo started speaking Russian, the four of you pushing through a crowded bar. Sam ran his fingers over your arms, giving your hand a little squeeze, silently reassuring you.

It was a bit obvious Sam hadn’t done much undercover work, put he stayed in character and you were impressed. Especially when the bartender started cutting up the snake, which you had to look away for because if there was one thing you couldn’t do…it was snakes. You nearly gagged when Sam reluctantly downed the drink. 

Bucky eyed you, lips pursed in a way you recognized as him trying to hold in a smile. That made you feel a little better, hiding your own smile by turning into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Not. Funny.” He growled through clenched teeth, lips not moving.

“Kinda is.”

He grumbled under his breath, before the two of you tuned into the conversation between Zemo and a thug that came up, learning about the apparent power broker of Madripoor, which you a bit of from your time undercover there.

Sam held you tightly when Zemo turned to Bucky, knowing what was about to happen.

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like how easily aggressive he became. You didn’t like the little smirk Zemo gave as Bucky attacked. You didn’t like the cellphones being pointed in his direction. You didn’t like it.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” You gave Zemo a warning glare, a shaky breath leaving you.

He’d been doing so well. At least, for someone who had been through what he had. Especially considering it’d only been a few months since he’d been pardoned - half a year since everyone came back. You knew bringing Zemo on board had been a bad idea, but-

A squeeze to your hand pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief as Zemo allowed Bucky to let the man he was choking go.

“Selby will see you now.”

One step down. You hoped that would be the hardest part, but you knew it most definitely wouldn’t be.

“You good?”

Bucky sniffed, giving you two a curt nod, before following Zemo. You bit your lip. “That wasn’t really an answer, was it?”

Sam shook his head. “No. No it wasn’t.”

Selby wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you’d come to expect that. You stayed on Sam’s arm, giving the guards coy smiles and playing with the fake nails you had on in faux-boredom.

When she purred at the man besides you, you and Bucky glanced at each other, with you resisting the urge to scrunch up your nose. “And who is this gorgeous creature?”

Your eyes snapped back to Selby, giving her a slightly bashful smile. “Celeste Addams. Pleasure.”

“Trust me, dear. The pleasure is all mine.” Alright, you thought as she scanned you with a smirk. She was swinging for both teams. You could work with that. “What’s the offer?” She looked back to Zemo.

Zemo gave her the offer - information about the super soldier serum for the Winter Soldier and the code words to control him. Your blood boiled as Zemo touched Bucky, fingers grabbing his chin. You swore, once this whole thing was over, you would kick Zemo’s ass. You should make a list, just to keep track of all the things he’d done, and no doubt would do, to piss you off. That way he’d know why exactly you were beating his ass.

A name came up, Dr. Wilfred Nagel, along with the knowledge that the super soldier serum was, in fact, in Madripoor. You and Sam met eyes. Second step down.

But before they could get anything else, Sam’s phone buzzed. You ducked your head, closing your eyes, mumbling “fuck” when you saw it was Sarah. Sam’s responses just made you inwardly cringe even more.

“The bank, yeah. We laundered so much mo-” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah. They’ll come around.”

Is he fucking serious? For the love of God, Sammy…

And then she called him Sam. Next thing you knew, Selby was shot and you, Bucky, and Sam were taking out a guard each, you growling at the fact that you couldn’t use your legs because the dress was too damn tight.

You had no choice but to trust Zemo’s lead, but word traveled very quickly here, and less than a minute after walking outside, you were getting shot at.

“C’mon!” Bucky grabbed your arm, pulling you besides him.

“Can you not right now?!”

“I can’t run in these heels!”

You glared at Sam, the killer six inchers on your feet feeling like hell. “Hell no! You did not just say that in front of me!”

“You started it!” You scowled at him, following Bucky into an alley, only to duck as shots rang out. Chest heaving, you looked around for the source of the bullets that killed the men chasing you.  Your “guardian angel” as Zemo put it.

She soon appeared in all her stunning, blonde badass glory. “Sharon?”

Sam quickly explained the situation, trying to get her not to shoot Zemo who she had a gun pointed at.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass,” she pointed the gun at Sam, then Bucky, “so that you could save his ass, from his ass.” And the gun was back on Zemo. She shot you a smile. “And your ass is looking beautiful as always.”

You grinned back. “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As she spoke, your lips turned down. You had tried calling her after Germany, but it always went to voicemail. First thing you did when you got back was try to get everyone pardoned, but it was a process. And then you found out about Wanda and ever since…

Sharon was your first real friend. She was only a couple years younger than you and had been one of your first partners during your time with SHIELD. And the fact that she’d been on the run for years now, even with the Blip, her family not having seen or talked to her since…that was exactly why you couldn’t take a break. She was family and you found there was nothing more important than family. But when she needed you, you were out searching for someone who didn’t want to be found.

How were you supposed to choose between two sisters? How could you cope with the fact that you chose the wrong one?

“Sharon, we need your help.” She laughed at Bucky’s statement. “Please,”

She glanced at you and you nodded. “I’d appreciate it, Share.”

She gave a sigh before nodding. “This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while.”

She turned and started walking, and you were about to follow, when you remembered something.

Spinning around, your fist connected with Zemo’s cheek, Sam and Bucky shouting in surprise while the man stumbled back. “Don’t you fucking dare touch him like that ever again, or I will break every bone in your body.” You threatened, your expression twisting into a scowl as you grab his hand and bend it awkwardly. He grunted but didn’t move, knowing one wrong turn would break his wrist. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” He ground out.

You pushed a little more, making him wince, before letting go and rounding back to Sharon, who was smirking at you. “Let’s get moving.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She jerked her head back over her shoulder to where a car was waiting, leading them over.

You quickly followed after her with Bucky on your heels and Sam dragging Zemo along. Speaking of heels, as soon as you got in the car - getting shotgun for the first time ever at Sharon’s insistence - you prodded the stupid shoes off your feet.

“Nice kicks.”

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Unless you’re trying to kick.”

“Did you rip the dress?”

“I was tempted to.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you in something more comfortable. And you’ll look just as good. Not that you wouldn’t look good in literally anything.”

You chuckled, giving her a look. “Let’s not test that theory.”

She smiled back, nodding. “Fine. I’ll let you pick something out.”

Sam huffed, crossing his arms best he could, being squished with the two other fully grown men in the back seat. “Women.”

The two of you exchanged looks, rolling your eyes at the three pouting guys. “Men.”

*****************

“I’m gonna go check on the boys. But I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, looking through her closet. No dresses. And absolutely no heels. Flats, if you had to, but you’d definitely prefer sneakers right now. You decided on shorts and an off-the-shoulder blouse, grateful for the looser clothing.

“They’re idiots.”

You laughed and looked over at the door as Sharon entered. “Yeah. I know.”

“Cute.” She commented on your outfit, sitting on her bed. “They explained the situation. Sam said if I help, he’d clear my name-”

“Sharon.” You sighed, biting your lip. “I tried. I really did. I-”

She shook her head, smiling at you reassuringly. “No, I know. It’s why I’m not mad at you. Sorry I didn’t call back. How’ve you been?”

You shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”

“Even with the whole ‘Cap is back’ thing.”

“Walker’s the government’s pet. He’s not Captain America. He’s not…”

“Steve?”

Looking up at her from the ground, you nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you miss him?”

You smirked, wagging your eyebrows at her. “Do you?”

She rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at you. “It’s kinda weird now, isn’t it?”

“Maybe a little. But I can’t blame you. Have you seen him shirtless? Good God.”

Sharon laughed, shaking her head as you joined her on the bed. “How come it’s always you getting wrapped up in these things?”

“I have no clue.” You chuckled, crossing your legs underneath you. “First I’m answering a phone call from Bucky at five in the morning and next thing I know, I’m being kicked off of semi trucks, breaking criminals out of prisons and running in six inch heels.”

“You answer Bucky’s calls at five in the morning?”

You gave her a look. “Sharon-”

“No, no. Hey. That’s cool. Some girls like bad boys, some like jocks, others like nerds. You like super soldiers from the 40’s. Everyone’s got a thing.”

A playful shove turned into a pillow fight, which turned into a sparring session, during which you pin her on her back. “You’re getting better.” You complimented, getting up.

She glared at you, taking your outstretched hand and letting you pull her up. “I guess that’s why you’re an Avenger.”

“That’s still weird to say.”

“Why? You’ve been an Avenger since, what? Ultron?”

You nodded, straightening your clothes. “Officially, anyways.”

“Right. Because you were there for the Battle of Manhattan as the secret seventh superhero.”

“Yeah…I miss it. The anonymity. I’m pretty sure I’m one half the Senators’ speed dials.”

Sharon frowned, brows pinching together. “What about the other half of the OG? Where are they?”

“Thor’s in space, Bruce is MIA - which I can’t really blame him for - and Clint’s retired with his family.”

“You think he’s gonna stay retired?”

You shrugged. “I hope he does. He’s been trying to retire for years. He deserves it. Knowing him, though…probably not.”

Sharon crossed her arms, nodding at you. “So that leaves you.”

“Yes it does.”

“Do you ever think of taking a break?”

You gave a half-sigh, half-groan, making her smirk in amusement. “It’s…come up a lot recently. I dunno. I think I’m burning out, anyways.”

“What makes you say that? I was watching you guys with Selby. You’re still one of the best I’ve ever seen.”

“I-I’ve been having…problems.”

Her eyes narrowed, her hands setting on her hips like a mother about to scold her child. “What kind of problems?”

“Just flashbacks. Of different things. It happens at random times. Certain triggers; something someone says or does, or something I smell or hear.”

“PTSD?”

“Something like that.”

“Has it affected you in the field?” Hesitating to answer was answer enough and she nodded. “Then…maybe it’s time you do start considering retiring.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “At 36? There’s no way.”

“C’mon. It’s not too late for you to settle down. Go one a few dates. Meet someone. Maybe have a couple kids-”

“Woah, woah. Slow your roll.” Your features scrunched up in incredulity. “Pump your breaks. No one said anything about marriage or kids.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying…think about it. I heard even Bucky’s been on a few dates.”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes at her, hearing the suggestive tone in her voice and seeing the eyebrow raise. “Yeah. He has. A few. I told him to. Told him it might be good for him to, I dunno, get back out there.

“Or, you could just…go out there with him.”

“Not you too! Have you been talking to Sam?”

“Is it Steve? Is that what’s stopping you? Because you know he’d just want you to be hap-” She stopped as he phone vibrated, grabbing it and reading the text. “Company’s arriving.” She pointed a finger at you. “You got very very lucky. This conversation isn’t over. I’m not dropping this.”

You bit your cheek and nodded. “Alright, mom. Can we go party now?”

She breathed out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go party.”

**********************

“Hey, gorgeous! There you are!”

You smirked at the boys as they met you near the top of the stairs, eyeing Sam and Bucky appreciatively. Damn, could Sam pull off a turtleneck. And Bucky in black and skinny jeans? Sharon sure had good taste. “Today’s the day for attractive outfits, huh, gentlemen?”

“I’ll say.” Bucky hummed, glancing at your own outfit. “You look beautiful, doll.”

“You look very dashing yourself, Barnes.” You grin, pulling at the lapels of his black blazer and fixing the collar. You smoothed your hand down the front of his shirt, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised when he caught your wrist, keeping your palm over his heart.

He clenched his jaw, taking a breath, before letting it out, almost dejectedly, and letting your hand go. “Um,” He cleared his throat, hand falling down by his side. “Did, uh, did Sharon say anything more about these friends of hers to you?”

“Nope.” You shook your head. “Just told me to enjoy the party.”

“I guess we should go enjoy the party, then.” Sam nodded towards the stairs, where the music was floating up, her guests already pouring in.

You made your way downstairs, looking around the room. Sharon sure did know how to throw one, that’s for sure.

People were pushed together, dancing to the beat of the music, drinking, with colored lights flashing every which way. Bucky’s hand found yours almost instantly, and you smiled at him. “C’mon.”

“What?” His eyes were wide as you dragged him towards the groups of people dancing. 

“Dance with me.”

He shook his head violently. “I-I can’t.”

“I thought you used to be a dancer?”

“Used to. And I was a swing-dancer. Not…” He gestured around to the people bobbing up and down, moving their bodies with each other.

You waved dismissively, pulling him closer. “All you need to do is feel the beat. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, Mr. Tough and Scary Assassin?”

He licked his lips, looking around nervously. You brought his hands to your hips, making his eyes snap back to yours, your own arms winding around his neck. You started moving rhythmically, nodding your head to the music, smiling up at him and giggling at the adorable concentration on his face.

“You, uh, you go to parties like this a lot?”

“I specialized in undercover operations, remember? I practically lived at these places for some of them.” He licked his lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. “Loosen up a little.” You laughed, catching his jaw between your fingers and making him look at you instead of the crowd surrounding him. You scratched at the scruff, speaking softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just me.”

He nodded and, slowly, a bit hesitant, started moving his body with yours, relaxing his tense muscles the longer you two danced.

“Nice hit, by the way. With Zemo earlier.”

You shrugged, turning in his arms, biting your lip when he pulled you closer, your back to his chest. “I didn’t like the way he grabbed you. It was unnecessary. I was thinking of making a list, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Your arms wound around his neck again, your head falling back to his shoulder. “Of things he’s done so far that warrant’s me beating his ass once this is done.”

He chuckled, warm breath tickling your cheek, thumbs tracing circles on the bare skin just above the waistline of your shorts. Your own fingers had found home in his hair holding his head where it was, his lips centimeters away from your ear. “Share it with Sam. I’m sure he has a few things to add.”

Your breath hitched as his metal fingers danced along your bare navel, arm tightening around your waist. “I’m sure he does…I thought you said you can’t dance.”

“I guess I just needed to warm up. I’m a bit rusty after eighty years.”

“Don’t seem that rusty to me.” You breathed out, turning your head to look at him. His tongue ran across his lips again, his eyes glancing to your own.

“Hey, guys!” The world and your situation came crashing down on you, the music you didn’t realize you’d been tuning out, along with the crowd’s boisterous laughter and cheers, rushed back to yours ears. The little bubble with just you and Bucky shattered. You both stepped away from each other; you cleared your throat and pushed down the heat that had nothing to do with the hundred bodies in the one room, while Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears red with no help from the colored lights. Both of you were panting lightly, avoiding eye contact with the other three staring knowingly at you. Sharon nodded her head, gesturing behind her. “I found him.”

Sam nudged Bucky - who was staring at you, his jaw ticking and his throat tightening as he swallowed thickly - before jabbing his thumb in Sharon’s direction. “Here we go.”

You nodded, eyeing Bucky with a small smile. “Here we go, Buckaroo.”

[cannibalcreepers]

Do you have any sexuality and/or gender headcanon of Hillikers and Odets?

I do actually! Being as the family don't entirely care for labels, they're not part of society and so societal words and labeling never seems to be a thing for them, but they know what they like and what they don't, they know and understand what male, female and other is, though sexuality names are beyond them.  For the three brothers:

One-Eye: Definitely more on the gender-fluid side, though he does think himself mostly male he would bend towards non-binary with more masculine traits, doesn’t conform to societal expectations or rules of what they expect men should look and be like, he simply does what he enjoys and if he finds it fun and enjoyable he’ll wear whatever clothing to express what he is feeling may it be dresses, skirts, shorts or button ups.  Though he treats these as more for ‘special’ dress up times and not as a casual, everyday wear as he does wear casual clothing that fit him well for practicality, not going to waste a nice pretty dress while on a hunt.  His sexuality is just as fluid, anyone flirting with him gets him bashful and would not say no to a good fun time with anyone willing to be with him, would be considered pansexual.  Three-Fingers: Not as fluid as One-Eye and does see himself as male, but is confident in his sexuality and gender, will wear what he wants and express the way he wants and definitely prefers skirts and overalls over mostly any other clothing for that good comfort.  Similar to his brothers he’d be pansexual, sexuality has never been much of a concern and will get down and dirty with anyone from a man, woman, trans, nb or other, as long as he gets to fuck and bite them, he is down for it.  Saw-Tooth: Is not fluid like his brothers and sticks with more male-centric expression in attire and traits, so more so cisgender, but clothing is clothing in his eyes and will wear what he can for comfort and practicality, unlike his two youngest brothers who will wear things for looks and expression as well, Saw-Tooth has never cared for such things about himself but is happy to support his brothers in everyway.  Sexuality is ‘as long as I’m the only one giving it to you’ kind of deal, he will pound anyone as long as he isn’t the one receiving and is in control at all times, so just as pansexual as his brothers 

Just three Pan brothers.  the Odets:  Pa: Is very cis-masculine, expresses himself in what he perceives to be a fatherly male role for his family, but in a way that it’s more softer and loving than that of the outside world. Never truly seeing a pure example of the outside worlds views on the male gender, he’s had to make a mash-up of what he’s witnessed from same male victims and putting his own spin on it in what he believes a healthy family should require with a father.  He considers sexuality to be “straight”, but where he prefers ciswomen, transwomen and NB people who present as femme, either way as long as they’re not cis men, transmen or presenting male or even neither.   Ma: Expresses herself in what she perceives to be as a cisgendered woman, enjoys being femme, though her expression as a woman is through how she presents herself in clothing and what she has seen in victims who are women. Takes up a sharing leadership role alongside Pa, seeing womanhood to be strong and caring for her ‘husband’ and children.  Her sexuality being more open and fluid, though it may feel similar to her three other brothers, she is actually more demisexual and needing that connection before it goes anywhere else. 

[lucis-dove]

Word of the day {13}

Oneshot summary; Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes returns from his deployment in Europe and waiting for him are you. What you get to know while waiting for him on the dock, however, is that he never missed a beat telling everyone about you.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word; 2.7k

Warnings; nothing but pure and sickly sweet fluff

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

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ADVENT CALANDER MASTERLIST

"You cannot be serious!" You gasped, earning a few glances from the ladies and gents around you, much too similar waiting for their respective soldier to find them.

"No, I am perfectly serious", she contains her giggles as you feel heat flush your face. "If I only had those letters with me to show you". You were incredibly relieved that was not the case. Thus, if you would have read what dear Nancy's sergeant had written to her about what your very won said about to the chaps in camp, you would no be able to look any of them in the eye. As if not simply hearing about it was enough.

"Heavens forbid I ever see them", this time, it was not you who pulled the attentions from those around you by laughter awfully boisterous in a crowd like this.

"Why be so bashful about your cookie grandstanding you in front of his men?"

"I find the explanation quite clearly in the question itself", you rebutted, eyes averting from looking at your dear friend to sweep over the crowd. Yet, so far, you could not see the face you had waited for during months.

"Well, I do have to say you struck lucky with a dreamboat like the Barnes boy is, so you will just need to suffer his unbelievable torture", the blonde put the back of her hand against her forehead in a dramatic pose.

"Oh, hush with you, you menace", you could not but shake your head as she let her hand fall with a giggle.

"Please, do let me hear what I have missed". You believe you whipped around faster than Nancy's eyes could flicker to watch the person behind you. Though, you found it near impossible from how swiftly you whipped around.

You knew that voice anywhere. That smooth, dallying voice that cut through the crowds combined sounds of squeals and sighs of relief upon seeing their soldier return.

"James!" The smile already pinning your lips did not have time to reach your eyes before you shot forwards. Instinctually, he let go of the bag he had carried and opened his arms. His handsome smile flashed in the corner of your eye when you, for the first time in months, could wrap your arms around his neck.

Your soldier picked you up, spinning you around, so the skirt of your dress fluttered in the breeze created. A giggle slipped past your lips, humoured by his antics always being the same when you met him at the dock.

Although, when he set you down, the usual peck to the nose or lips was not what met you. Bucky kept his arms around your waist and pulled you close to his chest, lips slotting against yours.

It was far from the passionate kisses you had shared in the dark. Nevertheless, being in a crowd like this and initiating something even remotely close to the smooch the brunette was, made your body burn. Neither did it get any better when you heard the whistles and cheers from the chaps in his division. And though James did, his lips did not break from yours in more than an amused grin.

However, noticing you were in full swing of turning into someone on the jazz floor to not be in the centre of attention, one of his arms left from around you to pluck the cap off his head. Lowering it in such a manner that your face was hidden behind it.

Now, shielded from at least one view by his soldier hat, the hurrahs from his lads ceased into chuckles as they went off to find their dearest ones. Thus, stopping your squirming and simply relishing the kiss that turned less passionate and into a mere brush of your lips.

"Hi there, baby-doll", he whispered, making all those butterflies in your stomach erupt at once. The heat that earlier had spread throughout your body when not only Nancy told you Bucky had flaunted you like his most precious darling to his men, but their reactions endorsing that as well turned into a giddy sensation.

"Hello, Sergeant", you pecked his lips before leaning away, staring into those blues that currently was partly shielded by the strands of his hair that had fallen down upon haphazardly taking off his hat. "Glad to have you back".

"And I am happy to be back and meet my peach", the sides of his lips remained tugged upwards as he placed his cap on your head. It slipped down slightly, but he nudged it upwards with his fingers, revealing the cocky tilt of his head as he stared down at you.

"I just may go under from the two of you", it was Nancy's words that finally broke you out from your spell, causing not only you to turn around and face her but Bucky to look from you to the blonde.

She was standing there with a big grin, red lips nearly stretching over her entire lower face.

Always the gentleman, James greeted your friend with a tip of his head. "Hey, Nance". The nickname he had come to use for her made the blonde shake her head.

"Hi to you too, Bucky".

"Are you still waiting for the Williams boy?" She could not help but roll eyes at his teasing tone. Neither could you, in fact.

Nancy and her sweetheart had quite the history. Your friend had always been stuck on Conny Williams. Although the feelings had been requited, her father had condemned her for preferring a man with a boys mind. Not until the war came around the corner and he did not hesitate to enlist -proving himself as good of a soldier as Bucky and becoming sergeant- her father was persuaded.

"Yes, I am still waiting for Conny", she replied, eyes sweeping over the gathering momentarily. Similarly to what you had done earlier when you tried to spot either of your beaus.

"He will take some time, got held back by the Colonel". Upon hearing what Bucky said, her eyes instantly snapped to watch the brunette.

"What did he do now then?"

"Nothing, in fact, he wanted to praise the Seargents for a good deed done in this trip". Now it was your turn to react to his words.

"And why are you here and not there then?" You looked up at him, brows pinched.

"Because I could not contain myself to wait any longer to meet you", he grinned, though your eyes simply widened.

"James! You can not simply take such decisions!"

"Ease up", he chuckled, seeing how worked up you got from his carefree way. "They went by divisions, so I was first to get the praise and then go".

"Do not joke with me like that", you sighed, knowing very well he was a Seargent and may have influence, but not so much he could slip away from the order of his superiors.

"Am I to presume you have not missed me enough to be happy I would have done that for you?"

"Absolutely not", you replied, gripping the hat resting on top of your head. With your free hand, you pushed the strands falling into his view backwards before placing the cap on its rightful owner once more. "But no matter how much I miss you, I do not want you to misbehave before your superiors have excused you".

A glint entered his eyes. "So, you want me to misbehave now?"

"I think you already have", you thought back on his kiss, nearly feeling the heat enter your face once more. Although Bucky, able to be as big of a menace as Nancy, did it even worse when he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"But you know I can do it even more", you do not even know what the noise you let out was meant to be, but it was something between a chirp, squeal and giggle.

"You are a pain in the neck, Barnes", you tried concealing the flush travelling through your entire body by lowering your face and shaking your head. Although the soldier simply chuckled, hooking his finger beneath your chin.

"You love it".

"I do", you sighed, thankful he came back in one piece.

"Good, otherwise I do not know how I would have handled going back to our place", Bucky released you, bending down to hoist the sack that had been forgotten until now over his shoulder. Although you were bursting to simply go home with him, you turned to Nancy. You had said you would wait for your boys together, thinking they would get released simultaneously. It would be unfair to leave her after saying that, but as if she could read your mind, she held up a hand.

"No, do not even ask the question", she cut you off even before you voiced if you should stay with her. "You two go".

"But-". The blonde made a dismissing sound, silencing you.

"You heard the orders, doll". Bucky stepped up beside you, circling your waist.

"I swear, you to love working against me sometimes", the two of them shared a look, both returning to look at you with equally as big smiles.

"Indeed", Nancy said. And with that, you were pulled away with Bucky.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

After months of listening to the record player on your own, not being able to hear the reminders of the war each and every day on the radio, therefore it reminded you of your soldier risking his life for not only his, but other countries safety. It almost felt bizarre to have the very man you had tried to not think and worry about every single second walk around the space.

It was not the first time it happened. Bucky had been away on two rounds during your time together. Still, when he returned, you could not help to look at him each time he passed by you in the cramped home you had the honour of calling yours. Months may feel long in ordinary cases, but it felt like they spanned for even longer when your soldier was away. Consequently, making it feel like your life changed entirely in that time, so much you almost needed to get used to not being alone anymore.

But now he was back. Bucky was back with you. A sight you never grew tired of.

"If you let the necklace hang any longer in the air, a magpie will come and grab it", your eyes flickered to watch Bucky where he stood in the doorway from your bedroom. His cotton shirt had only been stuffed into his pants while the leather suspenders sat in their place. However, he had yet to bottom it up.

"James, your mind is still in Europe. We do not have any magpies in Brooklyn". It did not seem he caught his own mistake, not until you pointed it out.

"Crows then, even nastier creatures", he shrugged. "They seem to be as hard-boiled wherever you are". You knew where the distaste of the black birds came from. It was not an everyday occurrence. But a few times, Bucky had told you of what he had seen on the other continent. He left out the worst of things, those not even he was able to think about, yet he had told you of the crows so seemingly unbothered by the atrocity lining the wake of war.

"Do the lady need help?" You snapped out of your thought, blinking a few times to regain attention to the man who had left his place by the door and come to stand behind you. He was holding his hands up, waiting to overtake the ends of the chain he had gifted you before he left.

"If the gentlemen offer", you smiled and let him overtake the silver chain. You and Bucky have decided to go and dance, hence the dressing up of the both of you. Afterwards, you would meet up with Steve, seeing how it was equally as long ago as the two best friends had seen each other.

When you felt the pendant fall against your skin, you could not help but raise your hands instantly, fingers playing with the lithe heart weighing the chain down. Neither did it seem Bucky could step out of the movement to simply linger in the presence of you, seeing how he came to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your mid-drift.

He swayed side to side, gently causing your body to do the same to the jazz music. Yes, it did indeed feel good to have him back.

Sinking further into his body, you let go of the pendant, hand coming to rest on his arms.

You smiled upon seeing his eyes had closed in the mirror. He looked serene like this. None of those groves that had matured his face while fighting in the war present. But, as if he had felt your gaze set upon him, his eyelids fluttered open.

Those stormy blues with specks of turquoise in them locked with yours. Although they did not stay separated by a reflective surface for long, regarding how Bucky turned you in his arms.

"Never do I think I have seen you spiff yourself up like this". Your soldier looked at your hair pinned into a semi-updo resilient enough to withstand even the most vigorous of swing dancing, face painted and powdered -finished off with red coloured lips- and a flared dress in a pretty cream colour covering your body. Still, his eyes lingered the most on the pendant resting in the hollow of your throat before meeting your eyes again was.

"I have someone's return to celebrate, so why not?" He started to sway again with enough velocity your dress waved back and forth. Even so, you were still standing in one place in the parlour instead of the amount f moving around you soon would do.

"Not one single man will have their eyes to themselves", he hummed.

"Good that I only have eyes for my man then". A genuine smile quirked his lips before he leaned down and pecked your lips multiple times until you could not help but lean away with a giggle so at least some of your lipstick would remain throughout the night.

"I come to remember you and Nancy were laughing like that when I interrupted you earlier. Care to tell your man of what you were gossiping about?"

"No", you replied, but with a few digs and wriggles of his fingers against your ribcage, he managed to make you laugh and cease. "Fine, fine".

"So?" His habit of wanting to know what you and your friends gossiped about deriving from growing up in a family mainly consisting of women. And he could not hide his curiosity. You saw it plainly in those blues of his.

"She just happened to tell how Conny mentioned you in his letters to her". He cocked a brow. Disabling you from holding back a snicker of laughter.

"Of what I may wonder?"

"That you could not stop running that pretty kisser of your about me in camp". Instantly, both his brows shot up as his smile widened and he stepped around, so you needed to follow him into a slow spin, not until going back to just swaying back and forth did he decide to speak.

"Can you fault me for it when I have a dame so far out of my league?"

"Some would say it is the other way around, Mr Dreamboat".

"Dreamboat?" Bucky cocked his head, smile turning into a toothy grin gleaming down at you.

"Nancy used it and it fits you", you shrugged.

"I knew she liked me beneath that ritzy persona".

"Hey, you knew I do not like that word", you chastised him with a firm press of your fingers against his side.

"Because that is the word which makes me wonder why you chose a delinquent like me over all the fine gentry?"

"A ladies man like you, you mean", instead of answering and continuing your bickering, Bucky chuckled, leaving a kiss on your forehead before stepping away.

"I should gather my last things so we can be on our way".

"Do so. I would hate for Steve to wat for us as we come running from our dancing simply because you took too long", he sent you a quirked brow as he began to return to your shared bedroom.

"You have spent too much time with him that you are starting to get his antics".

"Have not... jerk", you teased him by using his closest pal's nickname, one he barked with laughter at when it came from you.

[girlwiththereapertattoo]

begin again - part four

Jax Teller x female!Reader

Summary: After the return of her abusive ex-boyfriend, the reader plots her escape

Word count: 2,9k words

Warnings: bad language, alludes to the death of a minor character, physical & verbal abuse & kinda angsty

Author's note: Enjoy the fourth installment and all feedback is welcome! :)

If you’re in an abusive relationship or you suspect that someone you know is being abused, speak up and reach out to the correct people!

Beta read by @crucifixedbitch

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You examine your face in the mirror, pleased with the job you’ve done to conceal the marks left by B/N. Last night was brutal and you would do anything to erase it from your memory. To never have it happen again.

“Toots!” A loud pounding sounds on the bathroom door, “Come on, sweetheart, we’ve got to go.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I-I’ll be there in a second.” Moving quickly, you pack your makeup back into your cosmetic bag. “I just need to grab my bag.”

“Five minutes, okay?” he sounds irritated with you. “We’ll wait outside.”

With a shaking hand, you zip the bag closed and leave the bathroom for the bedroom. Your handbag is on the bed but your phone’s not on its usual spot at your bedside table and you just know B/N has something to do with its disappearance. And you know that it’ll be a while before you see it again. You’re so upset, it brings tears to your eyes but there’s no time for them. He’s waiting for you and being late will lead to trouble.

S/N and B/N are on the small patch of grass outside the house, kicking around a ball.

“You gotta kick the ball to me, okay kid? You gotta kick it hard.”

S/N scurries towards the ball and kicks it so hard, it zooms between B/N’s open legs and bounces off of the fence. They both cheer from excitement, and S/N runs straight into B/N’s open arms.

“That was amazing, buddy!”

You clap your hands, drawing their attention to you.

“Did you see that, Mommy?”

“I did, ace, and it was so good.” You walk over to join them on the grass, “Hey, sweet boy.”

You haven’t seen your son all morning. You lift him off the ground and hug him to your chest, it feels good to hold him so close to you, and for the second time in the last five minutes, you feel you might cry. The three of you make your way over to B/N’s rental SUV parked on the small driveway.

“Mommy, are you feeling cold?”

You briefly glance over to B/N who’s prepping the baby car seat. “A little. Mommy’s not feeling too well.”

“Do you need chicken soup?”

You chuckle and press a kiss to his forehead, “Will you help me make it when we get back?”

He pinky promises you to. You hand him over to B/N who buckles him into the car seat. It’s not his intention, but you can’t help but feel humiliated by S/N’s question. A turtleneck and jeans in the dead of the summer in Charming, California? That’s sure to raise suspicions.

“Baby, do you not think I should stay behind?”

B/N turns in his seat, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

Pointing at your turtle neck, you explain, “It’s going to draw attention. It’s summer and I’m dressed for winter.”

“And you care what these people think of you?”

Yes, a lot. It’s your fucking hometown, of course, you care! You want to scream at him, claw at his face, but you’re weak. Pathetic. You can’t even muster the courage to get away from him.

“Sweetheart, no one’s going to be looking at you. Trust me.”

Ouch.

“Don’t ruin this outing by being so self-obsessed.” He starts the car’s engine and backs out of the driveway, “Do you want to listen to some music, buddy?”

Today’s your last day in Charming, B/N’s orders. Later on today, you’ll embark on a five-day road trip back to North Carolina. The idea of being trapped in the car with B/N has you regretting every decision you have made in your life that has led you to this point. Forty fucking hours? The car just isn’t big enough and no amount of eagerness from S/N can change your mind.

“When we get back, I need to see Mabel.”

Mabel’s a friendly neighbor who lives down the street from your mother’s. She moved to Charming a few months before your escape to Charlotte, and since your return, she has been a great help.

“Who’s Mabel?”

“She lives down the road.”

“Why do you need to see her?”

To use her phone to call Jax. “I want to give all my mother’s old furniture to charity. She offered to help me organize it.” It’s a believable lie, “It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

After a dragged-out silence, he murmurs a soft ‘okay’ and warns you not to do anything stupid. “I might not be able to stop myself this time around.”

The chilling part is that it’s not an empty threat. You look back at S/N who’s softly singing along to ‘Old MacDonald Had A Farm’, gazing out the car window. Leaving Charming was a decision you made for his sake, to protect him from his father’s world. To give him a shot at a normal childhood, to raise him away from gangs and violence. Instead, you found yourself in the clutches of a wicked man who will one day kill you.

“Mommy, will we see Abel before we leave?”

“No,” B/N responds before you can.

God, you fucking hate him. Your feelings towards him are violent, and you’ve got to come out of the car before you act recklessly.

“Stop the car.” You unbuckle your seatbelt prompting the seatbelt alarm to go off. “Stop the car, B/N, now!”

He pulls into the empty parking space in front of a bridal shop. You frantically open the car door and stumble out of the vehicle, gasping for air. So glad to have distance from the devil you call your boyfriend.

“Toots, what’s wrong?”

You take a step away from him, needing the space. “I need to breathe, B/N.”

That upsets him. “What are you trying to do? Huh? Get in the fucking car so I can drive to the grocery store.”

You pace around in a circle on the sidewalk, contemplating your next move. You can’t run off, B/N could easily catch you and S/N’s still in the car. You can’t leave him, even though you know B/N would never harm him. He loves him too much. Think, think, think! You have a moment of clarity when you look across the street and see who you believe to be Bobby Munson sitting at an ice cream shop. What are the odds?

“Ice cream and candy!” You spin to look at B/N who’s shooting daggers at you. “I want ice cream and we need candy for the road trip, don’t we?”

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

You walk back to the car to open S/N’s door and start unbuckling him from his car seat. “D’you want ice cream, ace?”

His face lights up. “Ice cream! Ice cream!” he chants.

“Alright. Come on.” You shut the car door, S/N clutched tightly in your arms, “It’s just a small pit stop. Do you want any?”

B/N looks furious but there isn’t much he can do to you out in the open. He’s starting towards you when his work phone starts ringing. He has to take the call and so he tells you to go ahead, he’ll meet you inside the shop. You flash him a smile and make your way to Scoops & Sweets. Now that you’re closer, you’re certain it’s Bobby, and he’s standing behind the counter with his arm in a sling, drinking beer.

“Bobby?”

“Y/N?” His stony expression morphs into a smile, “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Bobby.” For the first time in the last 12 hours, you feel safe. “I thought it was you.”

“Who’s the kid?”

“This is S/N,” you look proudly at your son. “Say hello to Bobby, ace?”

Bashful, he waves awkwardly at Bobby before concealing his face in the crook of your neck. You casually look over your shoulder to check if B/N’s still on his call before you turn back to Bobby.

“Bobby, is there a phone I can use? I want to call Jax, there’s something I want to tell him, and my phone’s broken.”

He looks out the window to B/N who’s pacing next to the rental. “Why didn’t you ask your friend to use his phone?”

“He doesn’t like to share.”

Bobby looks back at you. “Jax’s upstairs. Come, I’ll take you up to him. Bring the kid.”

Bobby calls for Chuckie who emerges from what you assume to be the staff break room. When you last saw Chuckie, he had fingers.

“What happened to your fingers?”

“Chinese cut them off,” he holds up his prosthetic hands. “These were a gift from Gemma.”

You regret asking. Bobby orders him to keep watch of the shop and starts leading you towards the flight of stairs.

“Uh Chuckie, a man will come in here looking for me. Could you tell him I went into the bathroom?”

Chuckie nods and you continue on your way with Bobby.

“Is this the new clubhouse?”

“Somethin’ like that.” Bobby leads you and S/N down a short hallway and stops in front of a closed door. He knocks once before he opens it, “Visitor for Jax Teller.”

The men in the room, consisting of Jax, Chibs, Tig, Happy, and Juice, all turn to the door. From their expressions, you’d swear they’ve just seen a ghost. You might as well be a ghost.

Jax raises off his chair and crosses the space to join you at the door. “Is everything okay?”

“Hi, boys. I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting,” suddenly, coming to Jax seems like a bad idea. But B/N. You put S/N on the ground. “I just wanted to see you before we leave this afternoon.”

Jax scowls.

“We’re headed back home to North Carolina. Driving.” You throw your arms around your ex, wincing at the discomfort you feel at the contact. “I’m so glad I could see you again.”

He returns your hug, holding you flush against him and you don’t care that you’re in pain. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that the bottom hem of your sweater’s risen, probably exposing the bruises on your lower back. There’s a pang of pain in your heart when he releases you. The tears blur your vision. God, you hate that you’re so emotional today.

“How are you getting home?”

“B/N arrived last night, he’s waiting for us downstairs.” Probably impatient and suspicious. “We should probably get going.”

Downstairs, B/N’s at the counter listening to Chuckie recount the time he had his fingers cut off by Lin’s men. S/N leaps out of your arms and runs over to B/N.

“Here’s your candy.” Chuckie slides two bags of candy to you, “Don’t worry about paying, it’s on the house.”

You smile at him. “Thank you.”

B/N snatches the candy from the counter and the three of you make your way out of the shop. It’s a short trip to the grocery store and luckily for you, there aren’t a lot of people buying groceries whilst you’re there. The tension from earlier has subsided, and the ride back to your mother’s house is a sing-along with S/N leading you. You’re helping B/N unload the bag of groceries from the car when you spot a familiar van at the end of your street.

“When will you go to Mabel’s?”

“After lunch,” you start unpacking the groceries, “I’m sure you boys are hungry.”

“Starving.” He leans over to press a kiss to the side of your head, “I’ll have a beer with my lunch.”

He leaves you in the kitchen to join S/N who’s building Lego in the living room. You’ve just finished laying all the lunch ingredients on the counter when you hear the thunderous roar of a motorcycle outside your house. Shortly after, a knock sounds.

“I’ll get it,” you call from the kitchen.

Unfortunately, B/N beats you to the door. He angrily signals for you to go back into the kitchen.

“Do as you’re fucking told,” he warns through gritted teeth. “Go back to the kitchen.”

You open your mouth to protest but he marches over to you, grabbing your arm harshly, and drags you through the kitchen to the laundry nook.

“You’re hurting me!” you complain, struggling in his firm grip.

The sound of the back of his hand connecting with your cheek bounces off the walls of the small space. You forcefully shove him away from you and try to escape but he hooks a strong arm around your waist and hauls you back into the nook.

“Let go of me!” you claw at his arms and the pain causes him to release you.

“You little bitch!”

He lunges towards you but you’re quicker than him. You grab the first item in your reach which happens to be an iron and whack him on the head with enough force to make him cry out from the pain. You dash past him and run to open the front door at the same time Jax is about to shoot at the door.

His scowl deepens at your disheveled appearance. “Where is he?”

“In the laundry nook. I hit him on the head but he’s still conscious.”

“Where is the kid?”

S/N! You run into the living room, your eyes frantically searching around the space for your little boy. His Legos are strewn on the floor but there’s no sight of him. “S/N?”

“Mommy!”

He’s behind the couch. You find him curled up, his eyes closed and his hands covering his ears.

“My baby.” You scoop him in your arms and carry him towards the front door. “Jax?”

He calls back from the kitchen and tells you to go outside. “Rat’s got the van out front.”

“But Jax–”

“Go!”

You rush out of the house, S/N cradled in your arms. You’ve just stepped onto the patch of grass when you hear grunts coming from the house. Ratboy meets you at the gate and takes S/N from your shaking hands to carry to the van. He helps you into the vehicle before he climbs into the driver’s seat.

“Where are you taking us?”

“Gemma’s.”

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S/N and Abel are asleep in Jax’s old bedroom and you’re sitting at Gemma’s dining table staring blankly into space. If you had been told a week ago that you’d be seeking asylum at Gemma Teller’s home, you wouldn’t have believed it. You replay the last twenty-four hours in your head, you’re somewhat in disbelief of all that’s happened.

Gemma places a gentle hand on your shoulder, drawing you back to reality. “Here you go sweetheart,” she places a steaming mug of herbal tea in front of you, “it should help calm your nerves.”

“Thank you.” You place both of your shaking hands on the mug, watching as Gemma takes her place across the table from you. “Have you heard anything from Jax?”

“No,” she reaches for the box of cigarettes on the table. “I’m sure he’s fine.”

You nod, your eyes dropping to the mug. “Did he… did he tell you why he had Ratboy bring me here?”

“Psycho boyfriend,” she takes a pull from the lit cigarette. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

The shame brings fresh tears springing to your eyes. It makes it worse to know that this time around, S/N was awake to hear it all. You feel like you’ve failed him, exposed him to the very thing you vowed to protect him from when you left Charming all those years ago.

“What do I tell S/N?”

“Nothing,” she stubs out the cigarette in the ashtray. “You shouldn’t worry yourself with that right now. You should try get some sleep, you can worry about that tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight.” You take a small sip of the hot tea and sigh, “This is all my fault.”

“Sweetheart, no.”

“It is and now I’ve gone and gotten Jax involved in this mess.” The frustration is eating at you, “I just–”

You’re cut off by the kitchen door opening. Jax’s back. Thank the heavens! Gemma rushes over to greet him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m fine, Mom.”

Joining you at the table, Jax pulls you into him and tenderly strokes your back. All your fears and concerns are alleviated once you’re in his arms.

“Did he hurt you?”

He chuckles and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You shouldn’t be worrying yourself with that.”

“I can’t help it,” you laugh through your tears.

“You should get some rest.”

“All my stuff is back at my mom’s.” The thought of returning to the scene of last night’s brutality has you shuddering. You pull away from Jax and roughly dry your tears. “I don’t… I can’t–”

Jax pulls you back into him, holding you tighter than before, and gently rocks you. “He’ll never hurt you again.”

Guilt. You feel a tremendous amount of guilt. Is he dead? Possibly, and your guilt deepens when you recognize a small part of you overjoyed by the possibility. He deserves it. How could you even think that? No one deserves to die — not even B/N.

“How are you going to get rid of the body?”

He doesn’t respond to your question, instead, he tells you that he’ll get Rat to bring yours and S/N’s bags to Gemma’s.

“Jax, don’t leave,” you plead, the surge of panic hits you like a freight train and has you fisting the hem of his shirt. “Stay.”

He presses a kiss to your covered shoulder. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he assures you.

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PART FIVE

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I Wanna Be Your Dog - G.W

George Weasley X Fem Reader one shot/imagine inspired by the song ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog’ by The Stooges.

About: You bring your best friend George along with you to a muggle rock n roll gig, both of you get heavily intoxicated, George gets overprotective after another guy tries to chat you up. The two of you go back to your place afterwards, getting into a steamy situation.

Warnings: 18+!! Alcohol and intoxication, heavy smut, unprotected rough sex, choking and ‘foul’ language.

“That was bloody mental” George slurred, already drunk from all the pre-drinks you both necked down before the gig.

You wanted to let loose for one evening after studying so hard and what better way to reward yourself for your N.E.W.T.S results than going to a local gig with your best friend and sharing some drinks?

You giggled taking a sip of your cider “just you wait, that was just the opening band!” you leaned into George feeling buzzed, you missed the atmosphere of a show: the bright lights in a blacked out room, being one in the crowd, the smell coming from the fog machines, the loud blaring music, making a connection with the musicians and getting your ‘rock on’ with everyone else in the crowd.

“There's more?” George asked excitedly beaming down at you, you forgot that he wasn’t used to muggle music, bands, gigs, you wouldn’t be surprised if his father studied just the idea of such an experience.

You nodded and stared into his gorgeous deep brown eyes, looking down at George’s empty cup you offered to buy him another (you would need it to get you through the rest of the night at this rate, you didn’t want your buzz to die down) you pushed through the overflowing crowd trying not to bash or elbow anyone too hard, squeezing through you kept muttering out “I’m sorry!” “Just passing through!” 

By the time you reached the bar the main act were already powering through their set list, you felt bad for leaving George but you knew he would be enjoying himself either way.

The floor was sticky from the spilled alcohol and your shoes kept sticking down to the floor, you felt like you were in space boots every time you tried to lift up your feet and with the spinning of the room you gripped onto the bar to steady yourself.

“Can I grab two double vodka’s and coke, please” you yelled over the music to the bar man, choosing the first drink that popped into mind, you could feel someone closing in on you, their hot breath and body heat against your back.

“Mind if I pay?” a unfamiliar gruff voice asked.

You slowly stood up straight and took a deep sigh, turning around you were met with the stranger who butted in. He pulled some pound notes out of his pocket and pushed them over towards the bar man.

The man had dark black hair that started to grey at the roots and odd strands here and there, you could tell he must be older than you, greying or not his wrinkles spoke for him.

He towered over you and smiled “both for you?”

You shook your head and answered him quickly, hoping the bar man would hurry up or the man would get distracted “No, me and my boyfriend” you lied, although you and George were best friends you had slept together plenty of times and it often felt as if you were dating - but you had never brought it up, you both liked everything how it was.

The man chuckled and moved closer to you, the bar man placed the drinks next your arm on the side “is that so?” he asked, thinking you were lying to get away from him. He nodded and pursed his lips “playing hard to get, I like it” he pushed a stray hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek with his thumb “has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?” he blurted out, unashamed.

You couldn’t believe your ears, you couldn’t believe the cheek of this man, you cowered at his touch. 

“Has anyone ever told you to piss off?” you heard George shout over the music, standing next you, staring down the man. 

You thanked whichever lords above that George decided to come and search for you. “Who the fuck are you?” the man laughed at your best friend, moving away from you.

George pulled you into him, his hand sneaking around your waist, you didn’t want any trouble but you knew George wouldn’t shy away from confrontation if it was about something serious. 

“I’m her boyfriend, now bugger off before you get my foot up your arse” George threatened him, his grip on your waist tightening.

The man sported a furious look upon his sweaty wrinkled face “you wanna fucking go mate?” he yelled at George pointing a finger at him “all this over some slag?” he insulted you. 

You and George, now both just as furious went red in the face. You spotted your drinks on the side and without thinking, breaking from George’s grip you picked up your drinks and threw them in his face, causing George to let out a shocked but surprising laugh.

The two of you ran as fast as your legs could carry you past the overflowing crowd, hearing complaints and insults follow you. Breaking free into the dark night, the cold air engulfed you, waking you up slightly from your drunken daze. 

Holding out your hand spotting a black cab the two of you hopped in and went back to your parents place.

George apologised continuously on the way home, feeling like he was the one who ruined your evening, but if anything he made it so much better than what it could’ve turned out to be.

“I just can’t believe that arsehole called you such a thing and put a hand on you!” He whispered sternly, entering the kitchen, he walked over to the stairs and stopped before walking up them. “Are you okay?”

“It’s okay Georgie, really.” You whispered back, you pushed past him, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs quietly, trying not to wake anyone up “I’m fine”

You both entered your large bedroom, the pine green walls covered in pictures of you and George and posters of the band you saw tonight, little round orange fairy lights dangling from your curtain rail. Your bed in the middle of the room against the wall, waiting for you and George.

So messed up, I want you here In my room, I want you here Now we're gonna be face-to-face And I'll lay right down in my favourite place

“I can’t stand it when men think they can touch you like that, it makes my skin crawl.” George muttered, starting to calm down upon entering your room, he shut the door slowly and quietly behind him.

“Only you can touch me like that” you whispered in his ear, nibbling at his lobe gently.

George let out a shaky moan, your sudden advance caused his breath to get stuck in his throat for a moment. 

“You’d be furious if I ended up going home with him and I was planning to if you didn’t come and get me” you teased him “he told me I was sexy.”

George glared and grabbed you by the throat, you always loved making him jealous, especially in the bedroom.

He walked you over to the bed, George pushed you down on it, his hand gripped around your throat causing you to feel slightly light headed. His possessiveness and jealousy that caused these outbursts in his behaviour turned you on more than anyone ever could. 

He removed his hand from your throat, causing you to breathe out in desperation for air, whilst allowing the incredible rush to flow through your head, the tingling and spinning sensations exciting you even more. 

“Is that what you want? another man fucking you?” George questioned, yanking at the silver zip on your black faux leather mini skirt and pulling them down your legs, his hand moved up in between your inner thighs “no one can make you cum like I can” he growled, slapping your clit through your underwear before yanking those off too “you dirty girl.”

And now I want to be your dog Now I want to be your dog Now I want to be your dog Well, come on

You moaned staring down at the gorgeous lad now in between your legs, teasing you with his tongue, his hot breath warming you up and his silky saliva coating your clitoral hood and running down in between your folds.

George stroked you gently with his long fingers, spreading his saliva equally around your heat, causing you to moan out in pleasure “not too loud you plonker, your parents are two doors down” he told you off before suddenly plunging two fingers inside of you, switching between fingering you and repeating the ‘come here’ motion with his fingers to try and make you squirt whilst taking turns eating your cunt and sucking your clit. 

George was doing this on purpose, pleasuring you beyond belief when you were forced to keep quiet. You pulled his long hair and your back arched, he could feel your walls tightening around his fingers and he knew you were getting close so he withdrew his coated fingers and pulled himself away, his lips red and wet from his hard work. 

You pouted and let out a whine, ”George that isn’t fair” you tried to crawl over to George and help him take off his belt but he refused and slapped you away.

 “you’ll touch me when you’re told to.”

George took off his shirt, his belt and removed his trousers, then taking off his boxers his erection slapped against his lower stomach. Your mouth filling up with saliva, if you were to open your gob your drool would turn to laces. You removed your perfume drenched band shirt and dropped it on the carpet, George’s hungry, lustful gaze turned to you, he crawled on top of you, kissing up your body. 

“Turn over” he growled “get on all fours.”

Doing as you were told you could hear George spitting into his hand as he rubbed his saliva against your entrance, using his hard cock to stroke up against it before entering you. You gasped out in shock, squeezing your eyes shut to adjust to his size, George grabbed you by the hair, parting them into pony tails to use as his handlebars. 

“Only I can make you feel this good” he growled lowly in your ear “tell me!” he demanded.

With George grabbing your hair and pulling you back at such an angle it was hard for you to utter a word, you were only just managing to breathe. Thinking you were ignoring him, George spanked your arse with rage, causing you to squeal out in pain loudly, feeling the sting and heat he smiled at his handprint quickly appearing on your now sore arse cheek. 

“Keep it down!” he hissed at you, pounding you even harder.

Your lips were turning blood red from the biting to hold in your moans. George suddenly stopped and flipped you over, leaning over you and kissing you, tasting yourself on his lips turned him on all the more. George grabbed your smooth legs and placed them over his shoulders, pushing himself even deeper inside you as he pulled you closer to him causing the two of you to moan out.

George grabbed your throat again and held a firm grip over your artery restricting your blood flow, “dirty fucking slut” he grunted, fucking you fast, deep and hard. 

You looked into his lustful eyes, desperate for air, your eyes tearing up and your face going red, knowing you’d get him closer you tried to mutter “please...George..” but it proved to be too difficult against his grip.

Now I'm ready to close my eyes And now I'm ready to close my mind And now I'm ready to feel your hand And lose my heart on the burning sands

Beads of sweat dripped down his soft head, his hair sticking to him, panting rapidly he lulled his head back giving it his all before letting go of your throat, smashing his soft lips against yours he spilled himself inside of you, filling you with his warm liquid.

The two of you lay next to one another on your comfy, now drenched bed, staring up at the ceiling catching back your breaths. George sat up slowly, still recovering from what felt like the race of his life - a marathon for you - he eyed you up and gently pulled you into a cuddle. “Are you okay?” he asked “you aren’t hurt are you?” he looked at your neck, worried he left any marks or caused damage. 

And now I want to be your dog And now I wanna be your dog Now I want to be your dog Well, come on

You shook your head and smiled at him coming down from your high “I’m all good but my arse hurts” you laughed softly, laying in his arms “one hell of a slap you gave it” 

George went red and apologised but you shushed him and giggled, letting out a yawn you pulled the covers over the two of you and you put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Tonight was incredible” you said sleepily “thank you for everything, George.”

He smiled and his heart warmed at the sight of you cuddling into him, he held your hand and kissed your head softly “I love you” he hummed, closing his eyes. 

“I love you too” you replied, copying him, drifting off to sleep.

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Midnight Diner [M] ~ MYG

WORD COUNT: 3.5K

PAIRING: Tattoos!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE:  Smut, AU, Tattooist AU, Diner AU, friends to loves, touch her and you die vibes, established friendship, protective Yoongi

An old fashioned diner was not where you had pictured yourself working but here you were dressed in a pale pink dress with a white apron around the middle to look as though you worked as a vintage waitress from the '50s. It used to be a small cafe but the new owner decided that he wanted to turn it into a '50s diner so that it would become a well-known truck stop along the highway. Lots of people stopped by all of the time but not just because of the diner but because of a famous tattoo studio right next door run by one of your friends. Yoongi. He had two full tattoo sleeves each tattoo was designed by him and put onto his body by him or someone else he trusted with his life. 

"I'll be right with you sir," You said as the bell above the door chimed to let you know that the first customer of the day had walked in, you cleaned up the desk and turned around to see Yoongi waiting for his morning cup of coffee. Every morning like clockwork he would be waiting for you to open, watching from his apartment above the tattoo studio to see if you'd been in yet and then he would make his way down. 

"Take your time." You rolled your eyes at him playfully, telling him to sit wherever he wanted to but he would always pick the same spot, the bar stool in front of the till. You figured it was so he could keep you company and make conversation while the diner wasn't busy but that wasn't it at all. 

See Yoongi didn't see you as just a friend, to him you were someone he had to protect and he was going to do that until his last breath. It wasn't that he thought you needed protecting, lord knows you could look out for yourself but there was something about you that intrigued him. You were someone that he loved and cared for deeply not that he would ever admit that out loud to you or anybody else for that matter. Whatever it was about you made him want to stay around you all of the time was relaxing to him, with you he felt he could be his true self instead of his persona that everyone seemed to perceive him as, the tattooist that hated everyone he met or came into contact with.

"The usual?" He glanced up when he heard your voice and nodded, it was still quite early so the diner was empty apart from the two of you and the chef in the back. 

"Jack? Yoongi's usual," You called out with a giant smile on your face, it was now that Yoongi realised you were wearing makeup, it was the first time he'd ever seen you with so much on. 

"Oh? The lipstick." You mumbled as you caught his gaze staring at you,

"Keith wants us to look more in the part," You grumbled as you did a small spin in the dress showing off everything you were wearing, Yoongi's heart practically leapt out of his chest. You always looked breathtakingly beautiful but today there was an allure about you that made it harder to resist you.

"But you can't say anything Mr bleach blonde!" You cried out running your hands through his blonde hair that was recently dyed, he was always doing different things with it. When you first met him it was long and up in a ponytail dyed bleach blonde, then he went black, green and one time pink. The two of you had been best friends for three years ever since you started working at the diner, every morning he would come in and order the same thing. Black coffee, pancakes and a second coffee to go with it. Then he would do the same at night after closing up his tattoo studio. A herbal tea with whatever dinner you got to pick out for him, the two of you would eat together every night. Even if you were on the late shift. 

"Any famous clients today?" You teased as you began to clean around the bar with a dishcloth and some cleaning spray, 

"We have a very special client," He laughed as he continued watching you clean, 

"Who?" You knew Yoongi would never give you details if someone famous was truly going to him to get a tattoo but it was always fun poking him for information. It was the best of the best in his industry and even though his studio was right out on the highway people still came from far and wide to get tattooed by him.

"Well it would be her very first, she said she was nervous but she's got nothing to worry about." As soon as the words left his mouth you knew that he was speaking about you and you rolled your eyes, throwing the rag that had been attached to your apron at him. 

"I'm not getting it done today, I'm on the morning and late shift." You whined as you thought about going over there to get a tattoo. 

Both of you had been planning it for so long, doodling ideas that you had for a tattoo on your arm but never fully committing to it until Yoongi designed the perfect design for you. It was your birth flower and birthstone fused together with a crescent moon surrounding them and Yoongi's artwork made it look truly magnificent.

"But I've already drawn it up, you have to get it done eventually," You knew it was true and you wanted to but it was hard with how often you worked. 

"What about after I've shut and you've finished, you're my friend I don't mind doing it after hours," He reminded you before blowing into the scolding liquid and watching you. 

"That could be good...This weekend?" You suggested as you glanced at him, the door opening to reveal more customers walking through the door, he nodded before you went off to greet the couple taking them to a table. 

Yoongi left not long after finishing his breakfast and a second mug of coffee, leaving his money and an extra-large tip the way he always did whenever he was served by you and you were left the enjoy the rest of the busy day filled with bikers, families that were travelling on holidays and regular customers that came in almost every day. It was finally near closing time which meant Yoongi would be in any second to have dinner with you before you would head home for the night. 

"Hey sweet stuff," You glanced over your shoulder to see truckers walking through the door, usually truck drivers were some of the sweetest people you came across but towards the end of the night was when the worst of the worst came to come into the diner. Tired from driving all day, testosterone high from not being around their partners and thinking they could groop and touch whoever they pleased without consequences. 

"Take a seat, I'll be right with you." You did your best to appear confident in front of the six men who were all larger than you and walking towards you. Slipping by them you carried a tray of plates through to the kitchen and tried to calm yourself down to go and talk to them. Reminding yourself that they were just tired and rowdy after a long day and just needed to cool off. 

The bell signalled and you relaxed knowing that the person who came through was going to be Yoongi, no matter what, if he was around you were more calm and relaxed. 

"Hey, do you want the usual or something special?" You asked as a giant grin appeared on your face as soon as you saw Yoongi sitting at the bar stool by the till but Yoongi wasn't smiling. He looked tired and pissed off, as soon as he'd walked into the diner he could sense that something was off, normally you would be on the floor waiting for him not hiding in the kitchen. 

"Something special? Does that involve you hot cheeks?" You ignored the man at the table who yelled out to you, his friends all whistling as you stood unamused in front of Yoongi. 

"Listen-" Your hand gripped onto Yoongi's arm as you sent him a silent signal with your eyes not to bother saying anything, it wasn't worth the effort since they would leave soon enough but that wasn't soon enough for Yoongi. He wanted them out now since he could see just how uncomfortable you were with them in the diner. 

"How come he gets something special?!" Another one yelled before you walked over to their table, smiles and graces plastered across your face as you tried to keep a good face-up. 

"What can I get for you all?"

Time passed and you served the truckers before having your dinner with Yoongi. The two of you sitting together at the till and sharing food and stories from his day had been a slow one for him. Only booked clients had arranged to come in with short tattoos and he was bored of not getting to show his creative side. 

"Which is why you should have come to let me do yours," He complained playfully as nudged you,

"Okay, I'm a little scared of the needles," 

"I'll hold your hand baby," A deep voice said from behind you as the main man from the group came up to pay for their meals, 

"Maybe if you're a good girl I'll let you hold something else," He moaned dramatically before making some inappropriate thrusting movements with his hips and then everything was like a flash. Yoongi was no longer sitting beside you and the man was on the floor bleeding from his lip. 

Just like that everything seemed to be moving quickly, Yoongi was punching two men when another grabbed him and punched him in the face. Panic washed over you as you didn't know what to do first, you grabbed a tray from beside you and bashed the man holding Yoongi around the head and he let him go. 

"You little fucking whore," He boomed out ready to throw a punch but you kicked him in the groin before slapping him across the face with the tray again, his nose splurting blood out on the floor. 

"Get the fuck out of my diner," You hissed as you grabbed one of them by the ear lobe and began dragging the whimpering man to the door. Yoongi smirked from where he was standing as the men stumbled over to their trucks not saying another word. 

"Yoongi." You breathed out as you saw blood dripping from a cut on his lip and forehead, 

"I’ve got a first aid kit in the studio, I’ll be fine”. He shook his head trying to pass it off as though it was nothing and that he would clean it up but you began shaking your head, telling Jack to lock up for you as you dragged Yoongi out of the diner and over to his store. 

"I can look after myself," He mumbled as he suddenly felt like a baby with you dragging him around, he'd been trying to protect you in the diner but now he felt like a failure when you began kicking them out instead. 

"Shut up and let me do this," You mumbled as you walked through the door, sitting him down on one of the tattoo chairs and waiting for him to tell you where the first aid kit was. 

"Sit still before I poke you in the eye," You ordered as you sat across from Yoongi, the both of you squished onto the tattoo chair as you forced him to let you clean up the wound on his forehead. 

"It would heal with a bandaid," He mumbled poking out his bottom lip as you cleaned it up with some alcohol wipes and then placed a bright pink band-aid on top, smirking to yourself as he gave you an unimpressed stare. 

"It's pink-"

"It's cute," You reminded him as you began packing up the kit, 

"You're going to have to stop defending me at some point, you can't keep getting hurt because of me," You whispered as you remembered the last time Yoongi jumped in when someone had been making inappropriate comments at you, it hadn't ended well for the first guy and Yoongi was left with bruises and cuts too.

"But I want to protect you," You heard the sadness in his voice and you turned to look up at him not realising how close your faces were to one another until you almost headbutted him.

"Y-You don't have to protect me," You stuttered because of how close you were together and sighed shaking his head, 

"You don't get it," He mumbled trying to slide off the chair but you took his hand in yours, begging him to explain what you didn't "get",

"I'm in love with you," As soon as he told you it was as if a weight had been lifted from his chest and he stared at you waiting for you to run off. That was what happened the last time he told someone he truly cared about them but instead, you didn't, you slid down from the chair and cupped his face in your hands. Running your thumb over his soft skin before leaning forward and connecting your lips together. He was hesitant at first but as soon as he realised what was happening he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You were in love with him too and had been waiting so long to finally hear those words fall from his lips. 

Your lips touched yet again but this time he didn't hesitate against you, there was passion behind every peck and kiss he gave to you, his hands wandering up your sides as he picked you up, carefully placing you back onto the chair you had gotten off. As soon as his lips touched yours is like like your whole body became heated as if you were set on fire. The kiss made you feel as though you were alive and you pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist to try and cause some friction between you, 

"I need you." You whimpered feeling needy as his hands touched your inner thighs, the skirt bunching up against your hips as you kissed him again, he grabbed fistfuls of your skirt and smirked as you let out a whine. 

"Say the word and I will stop," He whispered as he pulled away to look at you, you nodded before kissing him desperately wanting nothing more than his touch on your body. He kissed won your neck as he began to take off the dress you were wearing, throwing it somewhere behind him as you fought off the urge to hide from him.

"You're beautiful, you don't need to hide from me," He reminded you as his fingers trailed over every inch of exposed skin making you needier for his touch. Yoongi laid a gently kiss on your thighs and you cried out as you waited for something more. 

He worked his way down using his tongue to follow where his hands had touched, running his tongue over each of your nipples before kissing each of your thighs again. 

"Y-Yoongi," You whispered as he looked up at you, he had a wicked smirk on his face as he looked up at you, licking his lips as though he was about to eat his first ever meal. 

"Yes?" You whined at him as he blew cold air onto your exposed core making you whimper as he run his fingers through your folds your fingers dug into the leather chair as he used his tongue to glide through your folds. Your heartfelt as though it was about to stop as he continued to eat you out on the chair, growling against you as he heard your moans of approval at what he was doing. Every small flick of his tongue earned another moan from your lips, your head fell back against the chair and you were squirming and writhing around unable to keep your movements still has his tongue continued to work wonders on you. It wasn't long until the intensity began to build leaving you stunned and unravelled as you cried out his name cumming around his tongue. 

Yoongi smirked as he lifted his head his lips were swollen and glossy from your juices that were on him, you whimpered looking at the state of him. 

"F-Fuck," You growled pulling him onto the chair with you as you began to kiss him, his legs tickled your core as you ground against him, 

"Y/n," He breathed as his lips touched yours, kissing you all over as you began to whine for more from him,

"Touch me," You smiled as you kissed him, running your hands down to his trousers as you pushed them down, smirking to yourself as he let out a shaky breath. Kicking off his pants and looking at you as you run your hand over his hardness, running your thumb over his slit as his breaths became jagged and his body seemed to jerk. 

"D-Don't stop," He begged with his jaw clenched, fingers holding onto you tightly as you began to slow pump nim in your hand. Watching his face for all of the reactions he was giving you, his jaw pipped, lips parted as he let out moans. 

"Fuck," He moaned out as he rolled his head forward into your neck, biting down on your skin as you continued to pump him in your hand. 

"Your touch kills me," He whimpered as his hips began to move in the rhythm of your pumps, moaning out as you gripped a little tighter. 

"I-I need to be in you?" He asked it as a question wanting to make sure you were comfortable and you nodded, 

"I-I'm on the pill and I'm clean," You reassured him as you realised that neither of you was exactly prepared for this to happen, he kissed you softly lining himself up at your entrance. The tip of his cock made you clench around nothing as he slowly began to move into you. There was intense pressure for a moment and you weren't sure if he was going to fit, then there was a sudden sharpness as he sank into you holding himself deep as you cried out. 

"I-I'm sorry," He kissed you lovingly as he realised it was hurting you, but it wasn't a terrible pain it was just that the fullness was a little too much for you.

"I-It's okay, you're j-just big." You whimpered as he kissed you again, softly, and then he began to rest his head on yours waiting until you were ready for him to move but to be honest you would have been perfect laying there with him inside of you all night, it felt as though he was the perfect fit.

"Y-You can move," You promised him as you kissed him again, he began to move his hips slowly, you lifted your hips against him and it began to turn into intense pleasure, something you'd never experienced with anyone before. Your head was totally lost as he continued to move with you, the sound filling the room where your moans mixed together with soft sighs and whimpers as he pushed in and out of you passionately and lovingly. 

Yoongi worked his arm under your head and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he angled himself deeper inside of you, your stomach tightened as you felt yourself getting closer. He began to move faster, deeper his thrusts getting stronger as he looked into your eyes the feeling was intense. 

"Y-Yoongi," You breathed out as you could feel yourself trembling around him, it felt as though you were going to burst until you finally came undone around him without warning. Yoongi's features turned dark as his jaw tensed again, he lost control as his body pounded against yours making the chair move across the floor until his muscles flexed and his head rolled back, crying out and shuddering as he came undone inside of you. 

His head laid in your neck for a while before either of you began to move or speak, 

"I-I'll get us a hot bath." He whispered as he slid out of you, giving you his shirt to change into while he looked at you. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," He breathed out in a raspy voice as he looked at you, even after sex you were still just as beautiful as before. 

"Shut up," You whined following him up the stairs to his apartment so the two of you could clean up together and talk about what all of that meant. 

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[wannaberp]

— WHO IS JUNG HARU?

he’s a TWENTY year old wannabe, born MAY 23, 2002. he’s currently eyeing STUDIO DELTA and lives by the words “if you can make it through the night, there’s a brighter day.”

maybe you should learn more or ask him a question.

▶ PLAY THE CLIP [ dream_reality.mp4 ]

Haru shifts uncomfortably, feeling his eyes naturally drift towards the camera just like he knows they shouldn’t. He’d figured there’d be no better way to get himself out there than to literally announce on national television that he’d like to be signed, please — and camera experience was something he’d severely lacked. It’s as good practice as he can get, and he’d thought he’d locked the art of conversation down by now, but the presence of a lens and a little red light somehow makes all the difference.

“My dream?” He repeats back, perhaps a little dumbly. The phrasing cloys at him; a little juvenile, he thinks. His goal is the same as anybody else’s they’ll interview for this. He wants to get signed, and if he achieves that, his goal will be to debut, and then it’ll be to get a win, and so forth. But, he supposes that it’s the same as how you can’t tell an interviewer that you want the job just because you need money. The guys who give people jobs need to be convinced that it’s your dream first. It’s not enough to be skilled enough to do it well. If you don’t have an uncle already working in your desired field, you have to bet your entire life on it.

He has his reasons, but why should he have to share them? Why should he have to flagellate himself, convince a jury of men in suits who may not even be watching that he wants it enough, and for pure-hearted enough reasons? He wants to present his skills, and be judged on that.

“Well, it’s kind of cheesy, but,” He can’t say any of that, so instead he makes something up. He puffs out a nervous laugh, and hopes he can spin his embarrassment at being put on the spot for bashfulness, instead. “I suppose I want to be an idol who doesn’t stop improving. That you can look to and always see the efforts of hard work. I think that’s what makes me dream of being an idol.”

He hopes it sounds earnest, because he doesn’t really know if he knows what he means. It sounds pretty, which should be enough. With any luck, he’ll at least come across as agreeable for media training.

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Distraction (Request)

This was a request for @sergeantsea​, who asked:

Hi angel!! I was wondering if you could write something with the reader slow dancing w Sam? Maybe they have to pretend to be together to do a mission? 

It was a total blast to write--SUCH a cute idea. I hope this is something like you were thinking.

Title: Distraction

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1673

Summary: A misstep during a case requires a distraction and some quick thinking. 

Warnings: canon-appropriate threat of violence, mention of alcohol, fluffy fluff fluff, a little teaspoon of smut-adjacent action 😜

           You tried to make the quick strides across the room look purposeful rather than frantic and resisted the urge to check over your shoulder for whether the pair had followed you across the bar. It had been stupid to try to eavesdrop without the pretense of another conversation to cover, and when the vampires had both looked up at the same time, you were sure you were done for.

           “Look alive,” you hissed, grabbing Sam’s hand and yanking him up from the cracked leather stool he was leaning on. He had to stretch against your grip to rest his pool cue on the wall, giving an apologetic smile to the denim-clad guys he and Dean had been playing. Didn’t matter much, Dean could hustle the two of them by himself anyway.

           “What’s going on?” Sam muttered, low and serious as he caught up, trailing just barely behind you so that the words played against the back of your neck, the delicate heat of them along your skin already easing some of the panic you had been feeling.

           “I might’ve just gotten us made—don’t look,” you said with a smile you hoped would look flirtatious to a bystander, turning to curl a hand around the back of his neck as a safeguard to prevent his inevitable impulse to check it out.

           “Uh, okay. What’s the plan?”

           “Just two regular people in a regular bar doing some regular dancing.”

           You could feel Sam’s neck tense under your palm.

           “You know, I’m really not so good at—”

           “Sorry, you’re going to have to pretend unless you’ve got a better option. Smile, please,” you said through the gritted teeth behind your put-on smile, and Sam gave a tight-lipped facsimile as the song shifted, Lionel Richie singing “know it sounds funny but I just can’t stand the pain,” smooth as silk even over the dive’s old speakers . You took Sam’s hand and set it on your hip before floating your free fingers behind his neck. He followed suit somewhat tentatively, holding you with big paws as carefully as if you were some antique Christmas ornament.

           “Can I look yet?” he smiled down at you, grin only partly exasperated. You moved a misplaced lock of hair back to the right side of his loose part and tried not to flush at the way he deliberately closed his eyes while you did.

           One of your hands traced down the collar of his flannel, resting on his lapel and closing a few more inches between your waists. “Sure. Stocky guy in blue and a blond guy with a goatee.”

           Sam checked back from where you’d come under the pretense of tucking you under his chin. When he spoke it was like stepping into a hot shower, soothing warmth flowing over the crown of your head. “They’re definitely watching. You sure it’s only those two? They’re sitting with a bigger table and no one’s talking.”

           “Fuck. How many?”

           “Uh, how fast do you think you can get to the car?”

           “That bad? Spin me, I wanna see.”

           He obliged, slipping his hand into your lax grip on his neck and guiding your hips around a small spin that was just enough for you to see the overflowing booth the two had slid into, at least 7 or 8 angry-looking probably-vamps with eyes trained on you and Sam.

           When you turned back toward him, an easy, cheeky grin spread over his face as Sam slid an arm to your lower back and interlaced the fingers of his other hand with yours. “I didn’t realize you were this much trouble. What’d you do, spit in their beer?”

           “Very funny. Are they buying this?” You rested your palm on his shoulder, feeling the ripple of the muscles as his fingers spread out over your back.

           Sam chuckled and you felt the vibration of his chest into your forearms, starting to feel like a competition cheerleader with the plastered-on smile. “Gimme a sec, I don’t want to look suspicious.” He started incrementally rotating the two of you and you knew it was tactical, so he could see both Dean and the booth. Didn’t really help you either way, field of vision pretty much entirely blocked by the broad span of Sam’s chest. Knowing that he was trying to better his position signaled to you to get ready, and you held a deep breath in an effort to calm your racing heartbeat. He leaned back a touch. “You okay?”

           “Yeah, sorry. Just such a fucking rookie move, I feel like an idiot.”

           “Don’t sweat it. If it’s a rookie move, I must be a rookie too. And usually the warning Dean gives me for shit like this is yelling for me 6 punches in.”

           You snickered a little into the flannel of his shirt despite yourself. “Thanks.”

           The two of you swayed together through a chorus. “Come on Dean, you idiot, look up,” Sam murmured to himself. Dean was lining up a shot he could hit backwards with his eyes closed like he needed laser precision, blissful ignorance allowing him to concentrate only on hustling the guys he was playing for a couple hundred bucks and not the imminent danger. A few people got up from the booth and began making their way across the bar. You could see them in your peripheral vision and knew even if Dean miraculously glanced up now and got with the program lightning-fast you’d be in trouble based on sheer numbers alone.

           “You trust me?” he asked fervently.

           “Yeah, of course I—” you stammered, immediately cut off by the plush crash of Sam’s lips into yours, the deepened pressure of his hand sealing your torsos together. After the briefest stunned moment you got the picture, kissing Sam back cautiously. You let him pull you closer, relaxed into his arms and dragged the hand you had on his shoulder down to gently hold onto his lapel, feeling a little dizzy even through the relative chasteness of the kiss. He disentangled his fingers from yours and slid them to your neck, the tiny chill of each of his wintry fingertips sending goosebumps down your spine as he cradled your head. Hands on his collar, you didn’t even think to stop yourself when you wrapped the flannel up, pure instinct driving your motion. Sam wound through the hair at the back of your neck and those instincts betrayed you again, nipping at his bottom lip on reflex and slipping your tongue into his mouth, somehow sweet over the cheap beer you’d all been drinking throughout the night—perfect—and Sam was much less nervous than you would’ve thought when he took a sharp inhale in surprise but didn’t back down, met your escalation as readily as he supported your weight against him.

           And then you were well and truly in it, Sam’s hand hitching up the back of your tee as he reached for a better grip on you, your grabbing at his shirt popping open a button so you could feel the impossible heat off his chest and get towed under by it like a current, like a magnetic field, and you couldn’t stop, needed more and more, mind a fuchsia cloud of want totally void of intelligent thought or awareness of your surroundings even as you had been so panicked minutes before.

           The spell was broken by a wolf whistle from one of Dean’s opponents, and you broke apart with a lascivious pop of suction. Inches from you, Sam’s eyes were half lidded and kissed stupid, the pink of his lips feathered out to match the flush in his cheeks. You glanced toward the pool table to find the almost-hustled men leering at you and Sam from where they stood next to Dean, whose face had landed exactly halfway between stunned and disbelieving.

           Addressing his brother, Sam cleared his throat and breathed, “We were just—” looking back toward where the crew had been closing in and finding nothing, the group now playing some rowdy game and crawling all over each other to stay in the booth, not paying any attention to you or Sam. “We were, uh, just—” he tried again, still at a loss for words.

           “Get a room,” Dean teased, play-nauseated, eyebrows twisted so far up on his forehead you were surprised they weren’t pushing his hair back.

           “No, it wasn’t—”

           “In front of God and everybody,” he continued, roguish twinkle overcoming the surprise in his eyes. You could feel the heat rising in your face and hastily stepped back from Sam, yanking your shirt down the few inches it had risen. Sam seemed not to notice his open buttons as he froze, still facing Dean. “By all means, don’t let us stop you.” He supported his weight on his pool cue, face as clear a challenge as anything.

           Sam ruffled the back of his hair sheepishly and took the ribbing with tightened lips. “Yeah, okay. Ha-ha.”

           “I’m going to, uh, grab another beer. Do you want one?” you asked Sam quietly, hoping Dean and the pool players might lose interest.

           “Sure, yeah. I—ah, I’m gonna—” he stuttered, face screwing up in a silent, bashful “help me?” smile while his shoulders bunched around his neck. You started to giggle, nerves finally catching up to you, and bit your lip to hold your smile together.

           “Go finish your game?”

           Sam chuckled and nodded, looking at his feet.

           You took a deep breath. “Um, thanks for saving me back there. I won’t make the same mistake again, I promise.”

           He flicked his gaze up, grin split open at the side to show a few teeth as he ran his tongue over his molars, framed by an impossibly sliced dimple. “I—ah, I wouldn’t mind if you made that mistake again.”

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[sunjaesol]

juke | human au | title: fearless // taylor swift

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As they were walking up the front lawn of her childhood home, nerves wrecked her body. Even her hand, snug in Luke's, felt clammy and sweaty and suffocating. God, this was such a mistake — going home, not him. He didn't even realise what he had gotten himself into by falling for the youngest darling of the matriarch.

Or rather, she shouldn't have fallen head over heels for the swoon-worthy Luke Patterson, but she never really stood a chance.

But everything had happened so fast! One second banter easily flowed between them, warm and easy flirtatiousness without consequences, the next she was at IKEA helping him pick out a bookshelf while he somehow knew whenever she needed pizza and a good cuddle. They were very much in a committed relationship, something the Molina women very much frowned upon.

It wasn't as if they were all deeply scared of love and relationships, but the Molina family was a matriarchy. All women raised families on their own, no man to help. Divorced, cheated on, died, a donor, infertile and therefore adopting children — men were of zero priority.

So, coming home with her boyfriend whom she deeply loved? Definitely a risk. She was surprised he was still standing, that she hadn't scared him enough yet.

Spinning on her heels in front of the door, she shot him an anxious smile. "Are you... sure you wanna do this? We're, like, really intense."

Luke smiled, tender. "Do I wanna meet the family of my girlfriend? 'Course I do." When her expression didn't change, he added, "Jules, just 'cause they all did the 'no guy' thing, doesn't mean you have to follow that, right? And I'm not scared."

Oh, God. His courage was as admirable as it was stupid.

She chuckled, antsy. "You haven't met my mom though."

His smile widened as he dipped down to kiss her, gently, hands caressing her cheeks. For a moment, stress fled her system.

But then the door flew open.

"There you are!" Mom exclaimed, a glass of red wine in one hand and music booming over her shoulder. "And is this the boy toy?"

"Mom!" Julie grumbled, embarrassed to be caught kissing (God, she's twenty-three!) as well as putting Luke in a bad position.

First impression of him: seeing him kiss her beloved daughter on the doorstep. Great.

"Hi," Luke said, dazzling her with a smile while he stuck his hand out. "I'm Luke. And I'm, uh, older? So..."

"Meh," Rose trailed, lamely shaking his hand. "Still a boy toy. Anyway, come in! Food's warm!"

Following her mom inside, Luke shot her a strange look, like it was only registering now all her tall tales were, well, true. Shrugging with a sheepish grin, she placed their shoes and jackets in the wall closet and then made the agonising trek to the loud, jumbled chatter.

As expected, all the California-based Molina women were present. Which meant ten, including her, all staring at Luke like he was a weird specimen. Her hand squeezed his beneath the table in support, and he was finally squeezing back just as tightly.

Was it bad she felt some sick pleasure he understood how fucked he was? Probably. It seemed warranted.

When everyone had their plates filled, the interrogation began.

"So, Luke, how old are you?" Victoria asked.

"Twenty-five."

"Going around town with a twenty-three year old?" She sniffed. "Interesting..."

"Do you have any siblings?" Donna inquiried.

A wry grin ticked up his lips, sensing the irony of the situation. "I, uh, I'm an only child, actually. Mostly raised by my dad, 'cause my mom worked long hours."

Shoving a fork of meatloaf in her mouth, Julie withheld a guttural wince at his words. Luke Patterson was the poster child of everything the Molina's didn't like and she brought him in their cave.

"What do you do for a living?" Abuela croaked, peering intensely.

His smile didn't falter, but instead widened. "I'm in a band, but I also bartend a couple of nights a week."

"A band, huh?" Mom leaned forward, intrigued. "Has Julie told you I used to be in a band?"

"How can I not, mom?" Rolling her eyes, Julie added, "You'd tell him anyway..."

"I was in The Petal Pushers, the best protest punk-rock feminist group of the 90s." Her fist punched in the air as she spoke and Julie could imagine the fingerless leather gloves and purple streaks as she did. "What kinda... band do you have?"

Her endearing Luke didn't read the warning signs humble himself, so he enthusiastically perched himself at the end of his chair as he said, "Punk-rock too, actually! Yeah, we're really killing it right now at all the clubs."

She smirked. "I'm sure you do."

"What are your plans with Julie?" Elena asked, one of her cousins.

Both her and Luke froze at that. Shit. That... was not something they've discussed. A relationship of seven months was still pretty fresh, not ready for a confrontational talk about futures and plans.

He scraped his throat, briefly let his gaze flicker to her, and then uttered, "I'm, uh, a one day at a time kinda guy."

Julie cringed, not hiding it this time. To her, it was an alright, albeit lame answer. But to her family? Horrible. So, so horrible. Gah, she had to put an end to this!

Abuela scoffed, nearly choking on her hard seltzer. "One day? At a time? What is this, the 70s? My little girl deserves more than carpe diem!"

Mimi hissed. "Wrong, wrong answer, boy toy."

The questions kept shooting at lightning speed, each one more outrageous than the other, while Julie's grip on her fork tightened and tightened in anger.

"How many times a week do you shower?"

"What's your least favourite colour?"

"Do you pick up women? Is that how you make extra money?"

"What's your view on children?"

"Can you handle spice?"

"How did you even find our darling, huh? Did you lure her into that bar of yours?"

"Is Luke short for Lukas, or Lucrative?"

"Alright, enough!" Julie screamed, standing up with a stomp of the foot.

A hush crossed the table, aghast and surprised, her mother perpetually amused as always (too many in drugs in the 90s, she presumed) while Abuela feigned to be sleeping. 'Resting her eyes' would likely be the excuse.

"This is insane! Stop acting like this and start treating Luke with a little respect!"

From the corner of her eye, she vaguely noted he was staring at her, gobsmacked. He did well, given the circumstances, but she couldn't just idly sit there and let him take all this shit.

Mom puffed, leaning back in her chair. "We haven't been disrespectful, Julie."

"You have, mom! Can't I just have a boyfriend without—"

"We've invited him," she interrupted. "That's enough of a courtesy."

And before Julie could fire back, furious beyond belief, Rose added, "You know how the Molina cookie crumbles, honey. No men stay. Not for long, anyway."

That smug response made her explode. "Mom! Can you just for once—?!"

"I love her though," Luke quipped, shy.

The fight halted instantly, all ten women gawking at him like he just spoke a new language.

And he did, to Julie at least. Luke loved her? Even after all of this? She obviously knew he wasn't impartial to her, those seven months equalling tenderness and partnership like nothing she's ever experienced before, but... love? He was in love with her?

How could she abide by the 'Molina Women Rule!' rules when he confessed that, no hesitation or stutter heard?

And so, Julie's heart melted. "You love me?"

"Of course, I do," he whispered. "Why else would I be here?"

Elena nodded, sympathetic. "Good point."

Unable to stop her smile from becoming a dazzling, lovesick beam, she repeated his words with as much conviction as she could muster. "I love you too, Luke."

Abuela shot up from her sleep with a cough and a snicker. "Yeah, right."

Mom waved her glass around, congratulating them. For the first time tonight, her tone held kindness instead of poorly veiled contempt. "That's very sweet, Luke. Tell me in seven more months how you're feeling then."

Though Julie couldn't expect her to suddenly change her ways. Damn.

Mimi scowled. "We're letting 'I'm a one day at a time kinda guy' slide?"

Disgruntled chatter rose again, and that was her cue to go. Tapping Luke's shoulder, she mouthed home — something she hadn't done before and wasn't sure which apartment she meant either, but it left flutters in her chest regardless — and he nodded in understanding.

Oh, God. He loved her. That still hadn't set in.

"And if you'll excuse us, me and Luke are going," Julie continued. "Thanks for dinner, mom."

The woman laughed, baring all her teeth. She clearly had a fun time. "See you at Victoria's birthday, mi amor. And Luke? Who knows!"

He forced a chuckle at her remark. Awkwardly bouncing on his heels, he waved at all the ladies. "It was really cool to meet you all. Now– now I know why Julie's so incredible. So... thanks." A true smile appeared. "This was great."

No one said anything after that. Abuela gurgled her drink and her cousins prodded at their leftovers, mom peering at her like she was trying to find something. Sometimes, Julie and Rose were so alike, and other times, they were complete strangers. She liked that. It kept dinners like these exciting, she supposed. Mom seemed to think the same.

They bid goodbye one last time with a kiss on the cheek, and then they hurried out the door. A giggling breath left as the cool wind hit her skin. Luke was buzzing with adrenaline, unable to keep his limbs still.

Clambering in her car, the comforting quietude wrapped around them as the doors slammed shut. A beat passed. No one spoke.

"What the fuck," he whispered, horrified. "What the fuck. What the fuck did just happen? What the fuck—"

Julie squealed. "You love me!"

"That's what you got from that?!"

"Of course!" Her arms curled around him, teasing. "You love me!"

"That shouldn't be the most surprising thing tonight, Jules," he grumbled, though a playful shimmer sparked within his beautiful eyes. "I thought I was, y'know, obvious."

She shrugged, bashful. "It's always nice to hear, no?"

"Oh, man," he sighed, eyes flickering across her face as though he couldn't decide what to focus on, as though she was indescribably stunning. Her heart swelled tenfold at the thought. "I love you, Julie. So fucking much. Even with your crazy family."

Laughing, she reached forward and kissed his lips, fingers pressing in his neck and their silly grins preventing them from deepening the warm touch.

"Let's go," he mumbled, noses nudging, eyes hooded and pouring with the love she somehow hadn't noticed before. "Before they're ready for round two."

But before he could move away, she kissed him again, better this time, and cherished his sigh when they slowly seperated.

"I love you too," she whispered. "Like, a lot."

He grinned, breathless. "Good to know."

Victoria's birthday was four months later, and Luke attended as well. And also for Mimi and Elena and mom and Abuela and Donna and every other Molina member. And when Julie got surprised with a 24th birthday party, she figured out Luke and mom combined their powers to host it.

Molina women were independant and lived life by their own rules... which included Julie.

Loving Luke Patterson unconditionally probably made her the most unique Molina of all.

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i went through aislinns tag at 2 in the morning yesterday and didn’t see a single fic so fuck it i’ll do it myself i guess

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Aislinn finds herself alone with Quinn after staying late in the office, and is soon whisked out on definitely not a date for the rest of the evening.

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Aislinn x MC (Quinn Michaels, gender neutral)

~1,4k words (no editing, we die like men)

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The law office is missing its characteristic bustle as Aislinn scrawls away at a page, a crease between her brows as she works. A sigh slips past her lips and she rolls her neck to release some tension, stifling a groan of exhaustion.

“Are you busy or is this all for show?” a voice calls from the open doorway, the first person to pass it in Aislinn’s not sure how long.

Her dark eyes flicker upwards, lips already curving in a brilliant smile before her gaze even lands on the person hanging from the doorframe. “Just finishing up some paperwork.”

“And by finishing, do you mean actually finishing, or are you going to be here for hours still?” the lawyer’s eyes crinkle with a grin as they step forward, stalking further into the office like an animal on the prowl.

Aislinn’s shoulders lift in a weak shrug, a bashful blush staining her cheeks. “Not hours, per say…”

“Aislinn!” Quinn chides with a laugh, collapsing lazily into the chair across from her desk.

“What?”

They shift in the chair, folding one leg over the other in an elegantly leisurely motion. “The paperwork can wait, it’ll be there in the morning.”

“I know," Aislinn starts, preparing herself with a deep breath, "but I’ll have more in the morning from new cases and updates on top of this, and this'll slow me down so the backlog just gets larger and larger until I'm way behind and everyone's frustrated, and I don't want that, so I should just finish it now.” She finally stops, sucking in a deep breath.

Quinn taps out a sharp rhythm on the arm of the chair, eyes roving over Aislinn in inspection with a bemused tilt to her lips. “Okay,” they answer abruptly.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” they repeat, smile growing playfully, “But I’m staying too, so every minute you lose sleep, is a minute away from me too.”

A frown dips Aislinn’s features as she scowls across the desk, “I don’t like that.”

Quinn winks, “That’s the point.”

Aislinn shakes her head at them, turning back to the papers and files strewn across the wood grain of her desk to hide her smile. “I’ll be quick,” she chuckles beneath her breath.

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A half hour later, a file thuds on Aislinn’s desk as she grins victoriously, leaning back in her chair. “Done!” she announces.

“Great!” Quinn claps, jumping to their feet before Aislinn can even blink. “Now let’s go get something to eat.”

“I thought we were supposed to go home?”

Quinn halts behind the chair they were lounging in, arms folding over the back of it. “Do you want to go home?”

“What’s the alternative?”

“I take you out to dinner and we have a good time.”

Aislinn laughs lightly, “I’m starting to think you had an ulterior motive coming in here.”

“Me? Never,” they drawl huskily before spinning on their heel, striding confidently to the office door they always seem to appear in when Aislinn needs them most. They glance back, the corners of their mouth ticked upwards, “You coming?”

Aislinn darts to her feet, her desk chair tilting dangerously at the sudden movement, before she grabs her jacket off the back of it and hurries out the door, heels clicking in a quick beat as she catches up. Quinn’s still walking in eager steps when Aislinn falls into step beside them, but spares a wide smile before thumbing the button for the elevator.

Aislinn taps her foot for a beat before chancing a peek at Quinn. “What kind of dinner is this going to be?”

“Oh, just two friends staying out too late and eating food,” Quinn shrugs, fighting a bemused smile. “Are there some expectations I now need to meet?” they tease.

Her hair shifts as she shakes her head, stilling at the beep of the elevator. “No, I was just… curious.” So this is definitely not a date. Noted.

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“So why here?” Aislinn’s dark eyes flicker around the restaurant she’s found herself in, warm lighting and deep colours filling the space. A few other patrons fill the seats, even in the late hour, conversation creating a soft murmur.

“Hmm?” Quinn glances up from their plate, pasta stabbed on their fork.

“You have all of New York at your disposal and you brought me here.”

They meet her smile without hesitation, before shrugging casually. “It’s cozy. And I didn’t think you’d like something flashy and uptight.”

“Do you know somewhere flashy and uptight?”

“Not quite…” they admit, “but I’m sure Gigi does.”

Aislinn can’t help but laugh at the immediate return of confidence, the crooked tilt to Quinn’s grin. “You’d owe Gigi a favour just for a dinner?”

“If it’s with you?” their smile turns coy, “In a heartbeat.”

Aislinn pauses, blinking blankly across the table before she clears her throat, looking away to stare at her plate, a furious blush on her cheeks. A silence fills the space between them, only broken by scraping silverware. “So how are you liking your apartment?” Aislinn finally musters, glancing upwards briefly.

“Oh, it’s amazing,” Quinn grins, carrying on without a care. “I owe you so bad.”

“Lucky for you, I’m a lot more forgiving than Gigi.”

“Also a lot cuter,” Quinn winks.

An amused chuckle thrums in Aislinn’s throat, “Careful not to say that around her.”

“I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Aislinn cocks her head, smiling softening but cheeks still pink, “How do you always do that? Turn things lighthearted, I mean.”

They shrug again, as easygoing as ever, “You just have to not care. Don’t put pressure on it to be fun or whatever, just try to find all the little enjoyable things and focus on them.”

Aislinn just watches them for a moment with a gentle smile, eyes bright and shining with the warmth of the restaurant and her own affections. A few stray strands of hair frame her face and the dazzling features carved within it.

“Oh now what?” Quinn laughs brightly at the look in dark eyes across from them.

“Nothing,” Aislinn shakes her head, still fighting a beaming grin, “I just like that. You make things seem easy.”

“It is easy, you’re just in your head. I’ll prove it one of these days, you’ll see.”

A soft laugh bubbles out of Aislinn, a melody contrasting with the din of chatter throughout the rest of the building. “I’m sure I will.”

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Aislinn glances down the street, raising onto her toes to see above passing heads. The pavement’s damp beneath her feet, lights glinting in the puddles by the curb and Quinn’s wide smile. “Did I live up to your expectations?”

“There were none, remember?” Aislinn’s expression shifts into a delicate smile for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

“Sure,” Quinn squints at her in a disbelieving glower. “Well, regardless, I hope you had a good time.”

“I did. I hope I was good enough company.”

“There’s no one else I’d have rather spent the night with.”

A flush warms the back of Aislinn’s neck and she averts her gaze, fingers toying with the bracelet draped around her wrist. She risks a look towards the person beside her, finding their eyes already trained on her and shining.

“Me neither,” Aislinn finally whispers, earning a smile so bright she thinks she might go blind.

“Good.” Quinn’s smile fades into something softer, eyes refusing to look away for a long moment, “Night.” It draws Aislinn in, hypnotises her beneath glowing lamp posts, and she doesn’t even mind. “Night,” Quinn repeats as they seem to blink out of a similar haze, grin widening once more as they step away, trailing backwards down the pavement.

Aislinn turns too, smiling faintly to herself as she stuffs her hands into her pockets. Stray coins clink against one another within, and she trails a fingertip over the edge of one just to give herself something to do, something other than thinking about that smile.

“Wait, Aislinn!” rings in her ears and she spins, a questioning furrow to her brow. Quinn staggers to a stop before her, that smile just as it was, “I forgot something.” They lean in, pressing a quick kiss to Aislinn’s cheek before darting back again. “There. Now, goodnight,” they tease before whirling around, rushing down the sidewalk and leaving Aislinn in their wake.

That kiss was definitely not the end to a definitely not a date, and Aislinn and Quinn definitely won’t be thinking about it for days. And they definitely won’t be going on another within the next week.