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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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The Look of Love.

Synopsis - You, Buck and Eddie are absolutely, undeniably, head over heels in love with each other. It seems like everyone can see it except for the three of you.

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader x Eddie Diaz

Warnings - none!! just idiots in love.

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - oh my buddie heart was bursting while writing this. whenever I watch 911, I always think about how easy it'd be to be friends (or more than) with eddie and buck. and then this was born!! hope you enjoy reading this sweetness as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Buck twirls you around, strong arms circling your waist. Your feet don't touch the ground as he spins you, the skirt of your dress billowing in the breeze. You lean back in his hold, and catch sight of Eddie throwing Christopher up in the air, both of them laughing.

Buck puts you down and grins at you, Cheshire cat smile bright and blinding. You smooth your hands across his chest, flattening out his crisp white dress shirt where you've crinkled it. You tug at his bow tie, straightening it gently. Your gaze meets his, and you beam at him.

"Have I told you how handsome you look tonight, Evan Buckley?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck to sway with him. There's a smooth, jazzy melody echoing through the huge backyard, illuminated by golden, twinkling lights.

He quirks a brow at you cheekily before answering.

"I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

"I'm sure you wouldn't," you laugh, shrieking as he dips you backwards quickly.

"Well, you look very handsome. I like you in a tux."

You swear you see him blush slightly, heat creeping across his cheeks. He finds his confidence again, sliding his hands across the exposed skin of your back slowly.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he tells you sincerely, eyes never leaving yours. "I should tell you that more often."

"Yes, you should," you tease, grinning at him.

You take notice of his smile, his relaxed shoulders, the way he's swaying with you effortlessly.

"You love weddings, don't you?"

"Hell yeah I do!" he replies delightedly. "Everyone I love all in one place, dancing, music... what more could you want?"

You can't wipe the smile off your face. He's right. The entire 118 is here, together as a family. Everyone is happy, excited to be celebrating Bobby and Athena's vow renewal. It's not often you all get to leave work at work and enjoy yourselves completely. You plan to make the most of every single second.

You feel two warm hands find your hips from behind, instantly leaning back into the broad chest behind you, knowing who it is immediately.

"Hola, Mr Diaz."

"Hola, hermosa."

"You gonna keep her all to yourself all night, Buckley?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you, over the top of where Bucks are already resting. You're sandwiched between the two of them, completely content.

"We were avoiding you and your terrible dance moves," Buck jokes, the three of you swaying together now.

"Are you hearing this?" Eddie asks incredulously, chuckling into your ear. "My terrible dance moves?"

"Don't listen to him, Eds. His ego lies to him."

"It's called confidence! Sorry if I have faith in my dance moves!"

The three of you laugh, bodies and souls tangled and intertwined on the dance floor.

Across the backyard, Chimney and Hen are sat at their table, watching you, Buck and Eddie move to the music, arms wrapped around one another.

"They really love each other, don't they?"

"Oh, yeah," Hen laughs. "Wish they'd all just admit it."

Chimney looks at his best friend in confusion, brows quirked and face crumpled.

"... What?"

"Oh, come on, Chim," Hen chuckles. "It's twenty twenty three. Get with the program."

"You mean, like, love love," Chim confirms, still puzzled.

"Yes, Howie. Love love. In love. The three of them are completely in love."

Chimney processes for a moment, before a light bulb goes off in his head.

"Oh, shit!" he laughs. "They totally are!"

"Damn, men are oblivious. How am I the only one that's noticed?"

"You aren't," Bobby and Athena say in unison, pulling out chairs to sit at the table.

"But we can't rush them. Good things like this take time," Athena offers.

Bobby glances over at the dance floor. You're holding Buck and Eddie's hands, and Chris is too, the four of you dancing and laughing. He smiles for moment, before speaking.

"You know they basically live together?"

When he's met with confused faces, he continues.

"They all crash at Eddie's place with Christopher so often, they've practically moved in. Buck hasn't slept in his own apartment in months."

"I mean, how do you even... navigate something like that? The three of them? It's so complicated," Chimney asks genuinely.

"They'll figure it out," Bobby assures. "They always do."

With that, he rises from his chair and across the yard. He scoops Christopher up into his arms, promising him cake and soda, much to Eddie's dismay. He winks at Buck before carrying Chris away, leaving the three of you alone.

Eddie surprises you by grabbing your hand and then Bucks, pulling you both away from the crowd.

"Come on. I wanna show you something."

He leads you up and into the guest bathroom of the house, rolling his eyes at you and Bucks suggestive comments. He's first to climb out the window and onto the roof, making sure you get through safely in your dress.

The three of you sit and watch your friends in the yard below, quietly reflecting. You're suddenly aware of the way you're sandwiched in between them again, thighs pressed together. You lean left and rest your head on Eddie's shoulder, interlinking your right hand with Bucks.

"How lucky am I?" you breathe. "To be surrounded by so much love."

Eddie rests his head atop of yours, smiling as he watches Buck lean in to rest his on your shoulder. The three of you exhale.

"We're the lucky ones," Buck murmurs. "I never thought I'd have this."

"Well you do," Eddie reassures. "And we're not going anywhere, Buckley."

"He's right, Buck. We're not going anywhere. Ever."

Evan sits up to kiss you on the cheek, before leaning over you and doing the same to Eddie.

The three of you sit on the roof, bodies and souls intertwined, illuminated by the moonlight. How lucky you are, to be surrounded by so much love.

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daddyricsdoll · 6 months

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Congrats for 1k 🎊 I love your work

Could I request “Let me take your innocence.” for lando or Oscar?

Thank you!! And I've done Osc 💗

1k ✭ Celebration

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“Oh I’ve waited so long… please, let me take your innocence.” Oscar breathes, his lips against mine as he speaks into my mouth. Most of our clothes already discarded, leaving us both in just undergarments. A temptation that was just too much to ignore.

“I’ve waited forever to hear that.” I slowly kiss him, lazily letting our lips do the default as our hands begin to drag the clothes off the other’s bodies. Nearly being encased by Oscar as he reaches to unclasp my bra, hurriedly doing it to watch the material fall off my body. His brown eyes widening as he bites his lip and pushes my body back against the couch. Lifting my hips and making it easier for him to slip my panties off.

Oscar stands up, taking a step back to take me in. My legs wide open and core throbbing, already drenched at Oscar still wearing his boxers, imagine without.

“P-please.” I beg, feeling like prey under his vision, but the prey that wants their predator to strike.

“Since you asked so nicely…” He says, teasing me as he slowly lowers the waistband of his boxers. His bulge screams to be released, and it doesn’t take long until it is.

Oscar’s dick bobbing up and hitting his abs. The tip an angry red that can only express need, and a drop of pre-cum already leaving it.

“Need my fingers first?” Oscar asks, his question teasing but genuine.

“No, I need you now.” I try to call him closer to me, not entirely by words but the way I look at him. Filling my eyes with desire and biting my weary, swollen lips.

“Fuck.” Oscar grunts under his breath, quickly closing the gap between us as he takes a step that's big enough to have us both barely inches from each other.

He bends down, one arm wrapping around my waist and the other holds the back of the couch as he adjusts our position. Making it easier for him to do whatever he’d like with me.

“Ready?” He asks, beginning to slide the tip of his cock between my folds. Already making it a hard time for me to think of words. So instead I nod.

Not knowing whether to watch Oscar’s face or his dick during this first thrust. Flickering my eyes at both before keeping them frozen on Oscar’s face. How he squeezes his eyes and mouth gapes open. Slowly rolling his hips against mine and making me whine from the friction.

A pleasurable stretch filling my throbbing pussy and each time I clench around him it emits a deep groan from Oscar’s lips. The melodies leaving his lips not telling me to stop. So I carry on. Tensing around him and having the upper hand for a moment. Thinking I was the one with control, just until he flips the switch.

Lifting my hips and bringing it closer to his, helping each snap of his hips have more power. Now each thrust filled with his strength as he lets out a fraction of what he’d wanted to do to me from the beginning.

It was like I became foreign to words, now a mess of incoherent sounds and deep breaths, every once in a while trying to moan out Oscar’s name. I failed as he pounded into me again, stealing the word out of my mouth and making me restart again. Bringing me back to the start line as I was centimetres from the finish.

The way my body began to react to his only screamed at Oscar that I was close to my release. And unlike my words, he encouraged it more. One of his hands rested on my lower abdomen, making me feel everything more intensely, but also as he dragged his thumb to my clit. A contrast to his thrusts, but they complimented each other so sensationally.

“Oscar, you close?” I try and ask, having my words cut into two as I sucked in quick breaths.

“Yeah, but you first.” He nearly crumbles. Oscar's words nearly become pornographic moans and whimpers. A blessing to my ears, and mine only.

I nod at Oscar's answer. Not thinking that I could wait for him anyways as I release and explode in seconds. Coming around his still thrusting cock. Letting me rest my body, falling even further back into the couch. Giving me a better opportunity to observe Osc.

Sex filling the room, from the scent to the sound. Wet and quick noises of his dick slamming into my pussy cuts through the tranquillity of the room. And Oscar finally moans, his climax taking away his self control and treating me to such an unholy but amusing moan.

One that would be a perfect outro, but to my surprise it was the intro to this night.

“Innocence isn’t just that to me honey. Cum a few more times, let me taste you and cum more… then we’ll rest.”

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 4 months

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1k night celebration 🍾🍾🍾🎈congrats 😏

i don’t know if you write ABO but if you do, please do an Alpha! Agatha Harkness who meets omega! Reader. Agatha see the fear in Reader’s eyes. Reader is terrified. Agatha is horny and thinks that Reader is pretty

Nothing to Fear Dear

Alpha!Agatha Harkness x omega!fem!reader

Summary: You are terrified of Alpha's, but suddenly one comes into your life that is just...different.

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, a/b/o content (marking/scent glands/scenting/breeding), shit alpha's wolf whistling and being rude to R

A/N: This is my first time writing ABO! Please if I got anything wrong please tell me how I could improve! I love reading ABO and would love to write more I just don't know if I did it justice.

You didn't trust Alphas. Your history with them wasn't good. Your dad, your cousins, your ex. Telling you what you could and couldn't do. Controlling you at every turn. Now that you were on your own and away from all of them.

You tended to stay home, get things delivered, but there was a farmers market with the nice weather rolling in and you really wanted to go see what it was like. You got yourself dressed for the day; nothing too revealing, nothing that would catch an Alphas attention. You took a little tote with you that you had bought with every intention of using sooner, but you barely left the house.

You step into the bustling farmers market, immediately enveloped by a symphony of sounds and scents. The air is alive with the chatter of vendors and the hum of visitors exploring the stalls. Vibrant displays of fresh produce catch your eye—deep red tomatoes, crisp green lettuces, and baskets overflowing with colorful berries.

As you stroll through the market, the scent of freshly baked bread mingles with the earthy aroma of herbs. You pause at a stand where a farmer enthusiastically offers you a slice of juicy peach, its sweetness bursting in your mouth. Nearby, a musician strums a cheerful tune on a guitar, adding a lively backdrop to your experience.

You find yourself drawn to a table laden with homemade jams and honey, each jar gleaming in the sunlight. The vendor, an elderly woman with a warm smile, shares the story of how her bees produce the honey you now sample on a small wooden spoon. The rich, floral notes of the honey linger on your palate as you continue your journey.

The vibrant energy of the farmers market is both exhilarating and slightly overwhelming. You navigate through the bustling crowd, making sure to keep to the less crowded paths. Despite your efforts to avoid attention, the occasional Alpha scent catches your nose, causing a flicker of anxiety.

You remind yourself to breathe, focusing on the pleasant sensory experiences around you. The sweet taste of the peach, the melody of the musician's guitar, and the warmth of the sun on your skin all help to ground you. You approach a stand with beautifully arranged flowers and pause to admire the vibrant array of colors.

As you continue exploring, you find yourself stopping at a stand featuring an assortment of herbs and spices. The vendor, a middle-aged Beta with a kind demeanor, offers you a sample of a fragrant lavender sachet. You inhale deeply, the soothing scent helping to further calm your nerves.

It’s while you’re at this stand that you feel a presence nearby. Turning slightly, you see her—a striking woman with brown hair and an air of confidence that immediately marks her as an Alpha. She’s examining a selection of fresh herbs, her expression thoughtful and focused. You can’t help but notice her tailored, yet casual outfit, giving off a sense of understated elegance.

Your instinct is to move away, to avoid any possible interaction, but something about her presence is different. She doesn't exude the same domineering aura you've come to associate with Alphas. Instead, there's a calm, almost magnetic quality to her. Before you can make a decision, she glances up and catches your eye, offering you a gentle smile.

“Lovely day for a market, isn’t it?” she says, her voice warm and inviting.

You nod, managing a small smile in return. “It is,” you reply softly.

“I’m Agatha,” she introduces herself, extending a hand. “It’s nice to see new faces around here.”

You hesitate for a moment before shaking her hand. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Do you come here often, Y/N?” she asks, her gaze steady and kind.

“No, not really. This is my first time,” you admit, feeling a bit self-conscious.

“Well, you’ve picked a good day for it. The weather is perfect, and the produce is exceptional this time of year,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “If you’re looking for recommendations, I’d be happy to help.”

The offer is tempting, and despite your usual wariness around Alphas, something about Agatha makes you feel at ease. “That would be nice, actually. I’m not really sure where to start.”

Agatha’s smile widens. “Great! How about we start with the fruit stand over there? They have the best strawberries you’ll ever taste.”

As you walk together, Agatha points out her favorite stalls, sharing little anecdotes and tips. Her presence is comforting, and you find yourself relaxing more with each step. The way she interacts with the vendors and other market-goers shows a level of respect and genuine kindness that you haven’t seen in an Alpha before.

By the time you’ve filled your tote with fresh produce and a few delightful treats, you realize that you’ve enjoyed yourself more than you expected. Agatha has made the experience not only bearable but pleasant.

As Agatha shows you around the market, you begin to let your guard down. Her warm, genuine demeanor makes it easier to forget the usual anxiety you feel in the presence of Alphas. However, this fleeting sense of comfort is shattered when a group of Alphas nearby start to take notice of you.

"Hey there, sweetheart!" one of them calls out, his tone laced with a possessive edge that sends a shiver down your spine.

Another Alpha joins in, letting out a piercing wolf whistle that makes your heart race with fear. You freeze, instinctively drawing closer to Agatha. Your eyes meet hers, and you see a flash of something intense and protective in her gaze.

In an instant, Agatha steps closer to you, her presence becoming a shield against the unwanted attention. The scent of lavender intensifies around you, soothing your frayed nerves. Agatha's expression shifts, her previously warm smile replaced with a steely determination.

"Is there a problem here?" she asks, her voice calm but with an underlying firmness that commands respect.

The Alphas, taken aback by her sudden presence, hesitate. One of them scoffs, trying to maintain his bravado. "We were just having a bit of fun," he says, though the uncertainty in his eyes is evident.

Agatha takes another step forward, positioning herself directly between you and the other Alphas. "Well, I suggest you find your fun elsewhere. This Omega is with me." Her tone leaves no room for argument, her Alpha presence now fully asserting itself.

The other Alphas exchange glances, the weight of Agatha's authority pressing down on them. They grumble among themselves before deciding it’s not worth the confrontation. One by one, they back off, their eyes still wary of Agatha.

Once they’re gone, Agatha turns to you, her expression softening immediately. "Are you alright?" she asks gently, concern evident in her voice.

You nod, still a bit shaken but deeply grateful. "Thank you, Agatha. I don’t know what I would have done without you."

She places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, her touch grounding you. "You don’t have to worry when you’re with me," she says softly. "I won’t let anyone hurt you."

The sincerity in her words touches something deep within you. Despite your past experiences, you feel a growing trust in Agatha. Her actions have shown you that not all Alphas are the same—that there are those who can be kind and protective without being controlling.

As you continue to explore the market together, Agatha remains close by, her presence a comforting anchor. The other vendors and market-goers seem to recognize her protective stance, giving you both a respectful distance.

By the time you leave the market, your tote filled with fresh produce and delightful treats, you realize that today has been more than just a shopping trip. It’s been a step toward healing and perhaps the beginning of a new friendship.

As you part ways, Agatha gives you a warm smile. "I hope to see you again, Y/N. Maybe we can make this a regular thing."

You smile back, the anxiety that usually plagues you feeling more distant than ever. "I’d like that," you reply, and for the first time in a long while, you truly mean it.

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The weeks following your initial encounter with Agatha have been transformative. Each trip to the market with her has been better than the last. She introduces you to her favorite stalls, the vendors greeting you both warmly, and slowly, you’ve started to feel like you belong. Agatha’s presence has been a comforting constant, her protective nature ensuring you always feel safe.

Today, however, is different. Agatha had invited you out for a date beyond the familiar confines of the market. The thought had initially filled you with trepidation, but her kind eyes and gentle smile had reassured you. She had taken you to a quaint café, where you spent hours talking and laughing, the time slipping by unnoticed. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Agatha suggested heading back to her place for a nightcap.

You hesitated but agreed, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her home is cozy and inviting, filled with the same warmth and charm that she exudes. As you step inside, you can’t help but feel a surge of affection for the woman who has slowly become so important to you.

Agatha offers you a drink, and you both settle on the comfortable couch in her living room. The conversation flows easily, but there’s an underlying tension—a palpable awareness of the new territory you’re venturing into.

As the evening progresses, Agatha moves closer, her touch gentle yet insistent. When her hand finds yours, the connection sends a jolt through you. You’ve never felt so much fear and love all at once. Her touch is tender, but there’s an intensity in her eyes that makes your heart race.

"Y/N," she whispers, her voice husky with emotion. "I’ve wanted this for so long."

You swallow hard, your own emotions a turbulent mix. "Agatha, I… I’m scared," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

She cups your face in her hands, her thumb brushing gently over your cheek. "You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll never hurt you," she promises, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You nod, trying to focus on the love you feel rather than the fear. "I trust you," you whisper, and the words are a revelation to yourself as much as they are to her.

Her lips find yours, the kiss starting slow and soft, but quickly becoming more passionate. Her hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel her need for you in every touch. Your heart races, but this time it’s from desire rather than fear.

Agatha’s hands roam over your body, exploring with a gentle yet insistent touch. Every caress sends shivers down your spine, the fear slowly melting away under the heat of her affection. She pulls back for a moment, looking into your eyes, her own filled with a mix of love and desire.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her voice filled with genuine concern.

You nod, your breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Agatha. I’m more than okay."

Her smile is radiant, and she kisses you again, this time with a fervor that leaves you breathless. You surrender to the moment, letting yourself be carried away by the wave of emotions. Agatha’s touch is both tender and possessive, her need for you evident in every movement.

She pulls you onto her lap, working you against her throbbing cock that pushes against her pants, making you moan out. It had been years since you had sex with another. Your fear took such a hold you’d taken suppression pills not wanting the attention of Alpha’s when you’d go into heat. You hadn’t been taking them since you met Agatha. She made you feel safe even though the fear sat in your chest like a heavy stone.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Agatha pulls you back to reality and you realize you’re not breathing properly.

“I got lost in thought. I’m sorry.” You tried to make an excuse, but Agatha knew you better she saw the look in your eyes.

“It’s me sweet girl. No ones going to hurt you.” She pulled you close, brushing against you and scenting, a lavender calm over you and you didn’t need much more to start grinding down on her. You wanted, no needed this, needed her and Agatha felt the same way. Trying to get herself out of her pants as fast as she could and you had worn a skirt because Agatha had asked.

She pulled your panties aside, rubbing against you as a moan tumbled out past your lips. Agatha pulled your lips towards her own, whispering against your lips,

“Is this okay?” You nodded frantically, moving your hips just enough for her to slip inside. Suddenly you’re getting pulled down onto her. “Fuck...you feel perfect. My pretty girl. Such a pretty little omega.” All you could do is nod dumbly as she thrusted up into you.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had even ever come close to how Agatha was making you feel right now as she thrusted up into you and you rolled your hips. She felled you up perfectly like she was made for you.

“A-Agatha...?” You breathed out, making her look at you. “Mark me. Please...wanna be yours...please let me be yours.”

“Only if you’ll be mine pretty girl.” You smiled all big and blissed out on her cock.

“Yes! Please wanna mark you too!” She smiled, leaning in and pulling you further onto her cock as she knotted you, filling you up full and biting into your neck, making you moan out at the double pain and pleasure combo. Once she pulled back you leaned in, marking her. The sound she made for you was perfect as you clenched around her. She was made for you and you were made for her.

As the night progresses, you realize that this is what you’ve been missing. The balance of fear and love, the intensity of her affection, and the safety you feel in her arms. Agatha has shown you that it’s possible to feel safe and loved without being controlled, and for the first time, you truly believe it.

When the night finally ends, you’re wrapped in her embrace, feeling more at peace than you ever have before. Agatha’s presence is a balm to your soul, and you know that with her, you can face whatever the future holds.

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imtryingbuck · 6 months

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Unchained Melody

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: yns a ghost and Bucky falls in love

Word count: 5,257

Warnings: in this the blip never happened why? because I said so. swearing. ghost reader. death by fire. tiny mention of cheating, not reader or bucky. tiny mention of drugs, not reader or bucky. tiny mention of domestic abuse and child abuse. Me just making shit up, enjoy.

A/N: posting this in celebration of hitting 1k followers, I love you all🤍

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You first saw him three years ago, shiny silver arm with a red star on the bicep shoulder length wavy hair - that you knew just had to be soft - you had watched as the team greeted him with smiles and his response? To look at them like they had just kicked his puppy. Walking at the side of Steve as you both showed him to his room, it was basic and dull not like the others your favourite belonging to Wanda, you was telling him all the things he could do with it - picking out a colour theme, that if he moved the desk over to the sid-

“I like it”

You looked at him like he had three heads on his shoulders. The room was bare and empty how could he have liked it?

As the days turned to weeks you stayed close to him, at first you told yourself it was just to help him settle in but the more times you spent with the man you grew a teeny tiny connection with him, even if he did ignore you all the time.

“So Bucky I was thinking maybe we could go to the gym and then get someth-hey where are you going? Rude.”

In a very non creepy way you liked to watch him sleep, his frown lines faded, the little twitches in his nose always made you smile, his soft snores filling your senses. Again it was done in a very non creepy way! But watching Bucky sleep brought you peace knowing he was oka-

“Bucky Bucky it’s just a nightmare it’s okay, shit, Steve! Goddamn Bucky please wake up! Steve Sam anyone!” You screamed in absolute panic the first time he had a nightmare.

“It’s okay Buck it’s just a bad dream”

“Yeah no shit Steve I’ve been shouting you for the last five minutes-hey don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to yo-you know Bucky I absolutely hate it when people shut doors on me when I’m talki-oh you’re asleep, oh okay night night I guess”

Over time the nightmares faded, he became more comfortable around everyone. Happier even.

The first time you saw him naked you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You had walked into his bedroom - he was fresh out of the shower his hair dropping little droplets onto his broad soft back, he took his towel away from his hips in one swift motion causing your brain to fry up.

“I’m huh sor-Jesus Bucky you’re hu-shit I shouldn’t be seeing this, sor-I’m gonna go”

Leaving once again but not before taking one more cheeky look.

That went on for six months until one day you went to his room to check up on him noticing he wasn’t there you went to the gym, not there. Kitchen, not there. Briefing room, not there. You saw Tony walking past so you asked him but he didn’t tell you. You asked Sam, no reply. You asked Nat but she just carried on texting on her phone. So you went to find Steve but just like with Bucky you was coming up empty.

“He’s probably ventured outside finally” you told yourself as you waited for him in his room.

And you kept on waiting, and waiting and waiting.

It had been two and a half years since you last saw him. Nobody around you even talked about him despite you always asking them where he had gone or if he was okay.

It was like he was never there in the first place.

Steve ran past you as you was taking your daily stroll through the corridors, normally you would have followed him but since you had fell out with him you continued you stroll.

You did your first lap and were walking back towards the kitchen when you heard a familiar voice.

“-I’m okay, they got rid of my trigger words”

“I’m glad pal, you seem a lot happier. How was Wakanda?”

“It was good had my own little hut and had some goats” he chuckles, Steve joining in.

You did have to agree with Steve, Bucky looked happier. Healthier.

“Bucky” you whispered.

Bucky’s eyes flicked away from Steve to over to where you were standing.

The two of you stare at each other, you not daring to move and him just looking at you that was until Steve broke the spell between you two.

“Buck? You alright?”

“I-um yeah” his eyes go to Steve and then back to the woman who was standing there. His eyebrows burrow in confusion as she wasn’t there anymore. “Hey Steve is there another person now a part of the team?”

“No why?”

“So who was that woman then?”

“What woman?” Steve asks as he turns around to look what Bucky was staring at.

Bucky then describes you and waits for Steve to answer.

“Buck there’s no one here fitting that description…”

“Oh.”

“Are you alright pal?”

“Yeah, no I’m fine” He forces a smile.

For the first time in 15 years someone’s finally seen and heard you, going through all these years with no communication with anyone or having someone look at you and not through you had gotten easier as time went on. The first two years were extremely difficult and painful. You couldn’t understand why the construction crew was ignoring you and not listening to your pleading.

A year into the development of the huge building that was Stark Tower and now better known as Avengers Tower the building came to a halt when one of the workers screamed ‘we’ve found a body’, like everyone else you ran over to investigate. The burnt skeleton remains were taken away and two weeks later you heard the crew talking about the body-

“Apparently her name was Y/n L/n, died in the fire last year” Bobby the foreman said.

You laughed “that’s wrong because I’m right here guys” waving your hands around.

But nobody batted an eye or flinched when you jumped in front of them.

That’s when it dawned on you that you were dead.

You remember the day that you got your memories back from your death and it was all thanks to the bad guys who had attacked the tower.

*5 years ago*

The alarms were going off, bright red lights flashing, people were screaming and you was trying to calm them down. Helping Bruce and Nat lead people to safety, away from the destruction. The three of you and those that you was rescuing go down the stairs and Nat opened the door to the ground floor before she slammed it shut again.

“Nat we need to go” Bruce says with panic.

“We-we can’t go that way” she explains.

You knew why, you saw it as she opened the door.

The burning flames were pounding on the door that was stopping it from getting to any of you.

“Bruce we’ve got to go back up!”

Nobody batted an eye as you stumbled back and slid down the wall. Nobody batted an eye as you pulled on your hair muttering something that even you didn’t know under your breath.

They left you behind as you was transported back to 10 years prior.

*10 years before that*

You was sitting in your apartment, knees to your chest, trying to concentrate on what the couple on the screen was saying.

The raised voices coming from your fathers room we’re getting louder and louder as he argued with his girlfriend Lyra, her accusing him of cheating on her which made you laugh since you caught her having sex in the laundry room with the drug dealer that lived two floors up. Since she had no money for his supplies she had to pay in other ways.

Flinching when you heard the sound of skin hitting skin and closing your eyes tightly when you heard Lyra scream out. Your father always had a temper especially when he was drinking and since he had been laid off from the factory, drinking was all he did. A small vile part of you was happy that Lyra was around as it meant he no longer hit you, the abuse you suffered from the hands of your father started a week after your mother left him for another man, leaving you behind.

Lyra came running out of the bedroom with tears streaming down her cheeks as the welt was already forming, your father soon following holding two lit candles in his hands he threw the first one and the next.

The next thing you knew was that the apartment you had grown up in was in flames. You was rooted in fear at not only the fire but as Lyra screaming at you to leave despite her being attacked by your father.

The fire had spread quickly throughout the apartment complex, screams and chaos all around you. You kept going down the stairs until you found yourself in the basement, with no idea of why you was down there, you tried to turn back but the flames pushed you further and further into the normally cold room.

*back to the present*

It scared you that now after 15 years you’ve been a ghost for that someone can now finally see you, it made you smile that it was Bucky that could but the question of why? Why now played on your mind.

Not even the medium who Tony brought in after heard “ghostly noises” couldn’t see or hear you, the “ghostly noises” that Tony heard was just Natasha and Bruce having sex in his lab, you promised the pair you wouldn’t say anything so you didn’t.

So you did the most rational thing. Avoided him.

Which lasted for two weeks until Bucky came onto your territory.

Minding your own business your eyes squinting at the sound of the door opening, hearing Steve’s voice you didn’t think anything of it.

“I’m telling you Buck this is the best place to hide presents, no one ever comes down here” it was true, the last time someone came down here was two agents who was trying to have sex and you wasn’t going to have that. People coming into your home and trying to do the nasty, absolutely not! So you started messing with the pipes and banging objects, causing them to stop and the woman getting scared, she ended up running away leaving the man who started calling her nasty names. He became your enemy. Not like you could actually do anything to him but the statement still stood.

“If you say so punk”.

“I do say so.”

“Here grab these so I can get the rest”

With Steve leaving it was just you and Bucky in the basement now.

“Oh, hi I didn’t see you there” Bucky says.

“Yo-you can actually see me?”

“Yes…why aren’t I suppose to?”

“No”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a ghost”

Both of his eyebrows shoot up and he starts laughing “of course you are”

“No I actually am.”

“Yeah yeah, is this a prank that the spider kid has put you up to?”

“His name is Peter and no it’s not a pra-“

“Hey Buck who are you talking to?” Steve asks as he comes back in with more gift bags.

“Her” Bucky points over to where you stand.

“Bucky there’s no one there…”

“See I told you!” You say with your arms crossed.

“B-but”

“Look he can’t see me, even if I do this” You moved away from the wall and jumped in front of Steve who of course looks straight through you. “You’re the only one for some reason”.

Bucky pales, “but how?”

“Buck?”

“I-I need to go”

Both you and Steve watch him run up the steps and away from you.

“You know Steve, I didn’t expect him to have that kind of reac-oh yeah no its fine to leave it wasn’t like I was finished talking.”

For three weeks you kept you kept yourself isolated in the basement not knowing what it meant now that someone could see and hear you even if it was just Bucky.

Over the past 12 or 13 years you kept yourself to a routine but since Bucky had ruined that for you, you kept yourself occupied - okay you was going slightly insane.

Not realising that the door had come open you was completely unaware that Bucky was standing there watching you-

“Okay so the first order of business is that we need to take out the bad men who call themselves “The trash” in order to succeed we need strong men and women who will lay down their lif-“

You’re cut off by a laugh; you turn and see Bucky who winces at your screams.

“Sorry, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”

“W-what are you doing here?”

“Were you talking to the mops and buckets?” He asks ignoring your question.

“That’s completely unrelated. What are you doing here?”

“You was weren’t you, hey don’t stop on my account you’ve got to finish your speech or they’ll leave”

“Yo-you’re making fun of me. Stop it” you mumble

“No I’m not, I’m just saying carry on with talking to the mops-oh is that a broom?”

“L-leave now please”

“Aw come on I’m only joking”

“I don’t find it funny, now leave”

He watches as you turn your back to him as you bring your hand up to your face, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Hey doll I’m sorry, I-I was trying to joke with you but it wasn’t funny I’m sorry”

“Whatever just leave”

Bucky listens and complies but as he reaches the top step he turns round and walks back down to you.

“D-doll I really am sorry. I just wanted to talk to you, I’ve been looking around for you and I figured I’d find you here”

“Y-you’ve been looking for me? Why?”

“Well I wanted to ask you some questions” he rubs the back of his neck with his left hand.

“Your arm…”

“Huh? Oh yeah it was a gift from Shuri, do you like it?”

“It’s very pretty” you say with a slight blush.

“Thank you” he too blushes.

“You said you had some questions?”

“Yeah, is it okay if I sit?” Pointing to an old couch that Tony had brought down many years ago.

“Of course”

Watching him sit on the dusty old thing brought a slight smile to your face.

“Are you going to sit?”

“Yep” taking the seat on the end and on the edge.

“So, you’re a ghost?”

“Yep”

“So, you’re dead?”

“Yep”

“When?”

“15 years ago”

“How?”

“Fire”

“Where?”

“Here”

“What?”

“My apartment complex was here before the tower was”

“Oh”

“Yep”

A semi uncomfortable silence fell between you two. He shifted and rubbed his hands on his thighs whilst you twiddled your thumbs.

Bucky broke the silence “how long have you been around us all?”

“Since more and more people came to the tower”

“Oh.”

“Yep”

Silence fell once again but this time lasted a good 20 minutes. 20 slow and painful minutes.

“H-how come you’re not in like heaven or hell?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Isn’t there any other ghosts you could ask?”

“There’s been a few over the years but none of them ever had any answers for me”

“May-maybe you need to do something or have something done to move you on?” Bucky shrugs.

“Like what?”

“I’m not sure. How did the fire start do you know?”

“My father” when he gave you a questioning yet shocked look you explained everything that you remembered that day.

“I’m so sorry ghosty”

“Ghosty?” You burst out laughing.

“Yeah well I don’t know your name so…ghosty”

“Y/n”

Watching as his lips form your name sent imaginary chills down your spine.

“Y/n, I like it, did your dad go prison?”

“No why?”

“Maybe that’s why you’re still stuck here. I can help y-“

“But I don’t want to move on.” Cutting him off.

“Why?”

“Because then that means I’ll be dead”

“But doll, you are”

Standing up so you can pace around the small area “I know that but if I move on it will mean I’m dead dead you know?”

“But why? You’ve spent that past 15 years with no one seeing or hearing you. You really want to do another 15?”

“And another 15 after that if it means I get to be around people and I don’t have to be alone, I don’t want to be just gone and Bucky I’m not hurting anyone I swear!” You shouted at him, your last words more quieter, more like a whimper.

Finally admitting it to someone else hurt, admitting that you would rather keep being ignored and never seen by anyone ever again was better than being alone and dead. And yes whilst you was technically alone it wasn’t the same, you got to be around people, listened to their jokes or stories, listened to their complaints or worries. You was happy to continue to be a shoulder for them to cry on even if they didn’t know you was there or couldn’t hear you words of encouragement and advice.

And it was true what you had said to him, you wasn’t hurting anyone. You couldn’t even imagine of causing another person any form of pain, even when you was alive.

“Dol-no Y/n come back!”

Bucky was angry with himself. The first time he got to speak to her properly, he ruined it. The pain in her voice when she told him she didn’t want to be alone tugged on his heart.

He went to the basement at least eight times a day to apologise but she was never there. He knew that if anyone was walking down the corridor leading to the basement they’d be able to hear him talking to himself.

He walked with purpose down the corridor to Sam’s room, knocking on the door he grew impatient at how long it was taking Sam to answer, it had only been 5 seconds.

“What’s up Buck?”

“One I told you not to call me that. Two I need the computer thing”

“It’s called a laptop Buck”

“Don’t call me that. And can I have it”

“Sure you can Buck let me go and grab it for you Buck”

“I’m going to kill you in a minute”

“Of course you are Buck, here” Sam laughs giving him the laptop before shutting the door in his face.

Going back into his bedroom he goes on the internet just like Peter had showed him, he first typed in ‘Stark Tower fire’ coming up with all different things. Then he typed in ��before Stark Tower fire’ which had only confused him more. Trying one more time he typed ‘Stark Tower apartment fire’ bingo!

Clicking on the first link showed him the apartment before the fire, during and after. He learned that the complex housed lower income families, that the fire was deemed as an accident due to faulty electrical systems.

Scrolling down further he stopped. The photo of you that he assumed was from school was there, the girl in the photo smiling back to him and next to it read ‘Y/n L/n died in apartment fire one week away from her 21st birthday. Her body has yet to be found’ and just a little bit further down was another link that read ‘Y/n L/n was found 1 year after the tragedy of the fire’ clicking on it he read more, how the construction crew had found her and how scientists confirmed that it was the body of Y/n’s. A photo was underneath the headline that showed the crew, Bucky had to do a double take when he saw you. Sitting on the floor looking out of frame with what Bucky thought was tears on your face.

Taking the laptop with him he ran to Steve’s room, rapidly knocking until the blonde answered.

“Buck? What’s wrong?” Steve says whilst rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Walking straight past his friend he goes to sit on the bed “come here and look”

Listening Steve sits next to him “when was this?”

“14 years ago but look, there’s that girl I described to you” pointing and looking up at Steve who scrunched up his eyebrows.

“Buck I can’t see anything…”

“Pretty girl on the ground looks like she’s crying”

“Bucky are you alright? You’ve not been the same since you came back from Wakanda. I can ask King T’Challa if you can go ba-“

“Steve listen okay this girl she’s dead. She died 15 years ago and I can see her, I’m the only one that can and I don’t know why bu-but I never saw her before until I came back-“

“Buck slow dow-“

“-but I ruined it between us and now I can’t see her anywhere I keep looking I do Stevie but she won’t appear no matter how much I beg her too an-and I think she hates me”

“Bucky please slow down! Tell me everything but slowly”

So he does.

Steve sits there dumbfounded by what his best friend is telling him, and the craziest part of it was is that he believes every word coming out of his mouth.

“Okay, let’s try and think of a plan together”

And they do.

The next day Bucky makes his way back to the basement when he hears your voice softly seeping underneath the door his heart skips.

“-I’m not sure” silence “maybe I should let him help me so I can move on” more silence “I’m just scared though”

“Y/n?”

“Bucky?”

“Hi um who are you talking to?”

“Just myself, so I came to a conclusion that I want you to help me move on. I’m ready and it’s time”

Bucky notices that there’s a slight hesitation in your words and he spots the way you gulp at the end of your sentence. “Well I have a better idea, I did a lot of research last night and I found out that you don’t have a headstone so I tho-“

“I don’t have a headstone?” You whisper.

It’s now his turn to gulp “No doll, it’s an unmarked grave but I know exactly where it is, where you are” He rephrases.

“Why? Why don’t I have one?”

Oh he hates it. He hates how small you sound; he doesn’t like how you’re twisting your fingers together. “I-I’m not sure doll” That was a lie.

Neither of your parents wanted to spend money on a funeral or a proper burial for you, so it was up to the county to do it.

“Is-is that why am not dead-dead?”

“I’m not sure, it might be… but listen I’m going to get you a headstone - a real nice one, and if-if you want you’ll always be able to go there and Y/n please don’t think I want you to leave because I don’t okay, I really don’t I just want you to find peace”

“I-you don’t have to do that Bucky, it’s a lot of money and I’m not worth a single penny”

Now his heart cracks. “Don’t say that, you’re worth it don’t worry” he smiles which doesn’t reach his eyes.

“It’s okay honestly I think there’s more of an easier, less expensive way to get rid of me. All we have to do is think”

“Y/n-“

“Come on we need to think”

“Doll there’s no need to think about anything, I’ve already gone through with my plan.”

“What?”

“The headstones being made as we speak and Steve’s getting everyone on board.”

The way your eyes bulge out would have made him laugh but he wills himself not to.

“Wh-what’s going on?”

“Sit and I’ll tell you” he smiles as both of you sit on the couch.

On the other side of the compound the rest of the team sit with amusement written over their faces as Steve tell them about Bucky and his ghost friend.

“You two have lost the plot” Sam laughs.

“Would you two be able to be put into an old people’s home?” Nat wonders out loud.

“Probably as they’re both over 100” Tony retorts to Nat.

“Guys I’m being serious” Steve says with his hands on his hips.

“Wait when did you say the fire was?” Tony asks him.

“15 years ago”

“I remember that, there was only one person that died - many were injured weren’t there?”

“Yeah. Y/n was the unfortunate one”

“And she’s been here ever since?”

“Yes”

“So she knows us?”

“Yes. Look let me ring Bucky and get him to bring her up here and we’ll ask questions that no one else would know apart from her and see if she was around at that time”

The team nods so that’s exactly what he does.

“Doll we’re needed upstairs, the team don’t exactly believe me or Steve so they’re going to ask questions and see if you was there or not, is that okay with you?”

“Okay”

The both of you head upstairs and for some reason you’re nervous, something that you’ve never been when around any of them.

“So Barnes, Rogers here tells us that you can see ghosts?” Tony starts.

“Ghost. Just one” he answers. “Okay ask your questions”

“Where exactly are we looking?” Sam now asks.

Bucky gestures to where you stand and obviously all they see is nothing.

“Okay, I’ll play along. Little ghost was you there when I created my iron man suit?”

“She said no”

“Was it you who made ghostly noises?”

Bucky struggles not to laugh “she said no”

“Wait why are you laughing?”

“Because she told me who it was and umm Tony they weren’t ghostly noises”

“What were they then?”

“Sounds of pleasure” Bucky says as he winks at Bruce.

The team start laughing at Bruce’s bright red cheeks and when they notice Nat sinking further into her chair their laughs becomes louder.

“Okay okay I want to ask the ghost something next” Sam laughs.

“Her name is Y/n”

“Okay Y/n what’s my nightly routine?”

“I’m not saying that!” - “No Y/n” - “please don’t make me say it!” - “godsake fine! Sam your nightly routine is you have a shower, brush your teeth, you do 50 push ups whilst na-naked and then -I think I’m going to be sick- you wank off before going to sleep”

“Ah yes! I believe them, Hi Y/n”

“She says hi”

The questions continued for well over an hour, the team finally believing that she was-

“Holy fucking shit!” Tony shouts.

“What? Oh”

“Fuck”

Bucky looked at Y/n who was staring at him with a confused expression which he just shrugs his shoulders. “What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure, guys what’s up?”

“W-we can fucking see her!” Sam shouts.

“What?”

“We can see her Barnes!”

It was true. They could all see you.

“H-how?” You stumble out, after all these years of being invisible and being unheard from everyone around you and all its took is for everyone to believe that you actually exist.

“I-we don’t know. This is crazy even for me” Tony says.

“You can hear me?”

“Yes sweetheart”

Months went by, you was now able to leave the compound by visiting the cemetery. You was there alongside the Avengers when your headstone was placed, each member placed a rose on the grave all giving you a small smile.

It took you some time to get use to being seen and heard, no more conversations with yourself as someone was always around to answer.

Yours and Bucky’s friendship grew, it would be a lie if you said you didn’t have a crush on him. And unknown to you he had a crush on you too. It hurt both of you because you knew it wouldn’t be able to work for the two of you with the main reason being that you were dead.

It was the anniversary of your death Bucky and Steve were on a mission which Bucky wasn’t happy about. You was walking down the corridor when Wanda ran out of her room shouting your name.

“Jesus Christ Wanda don’t do that again!” You scolded, still not use to the whole they could see you now thing.

“Sorry” she chuckled.

“It’s fine what’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, its just-its better if I show you”

Frowning you followed her back to her room. “Wanda what’s going on?”

“So I’ve been working on something, for you-“

“For me?”

“Yes and I think I’ve managed to figure out a way to bring you back to life”

Blinking once, twice, you burst out laughing.

“Wanda that’s impossible”

“Not really…just come over here and let’s see if it works and if it doesn’t I’ll try again okay”

Doing as she says you stand in the middle of her room eyebrows raising as her fingers start to glow.

Nothing happens.

“H-how do you feel?” She asks hopefully.

“The same way I’ve felt for the past 15 years Wand, dead.”

Sighing in defeat “I’m so sorry Y/n I’ll keep try-“. Her words are cut off by a deep growl.

“W-what was that?” You stutter out.

“FRIDAY how many heartbeats are in my room?”

“Two Miss Maximoff”

“Who’s?”

“Yours and Miss Y/n’s”

“Catch” Wanda says as a book comes flying at you.

Wanda and you stand there facing each other with wide eyes. You caught the book.

“Oh my god. Wan-Wanda it worked”

After both screaming and crying your taken down to Bruce’s lab where your examined and blood, yes blood, was drawn.

Nobody could believe it and neither could you either but somehow Wanda brought you back to the land of the living.

Everyone promised not to say anything to Bucky as you wanted to surprise him.

A week later on your birthday Bucky and Steve came back from a successful mission. In that week Nat and Sam had to go and do three food shops as you kept eating everything. What can I say you’d been dead for 15 years.

You and the team was waiting on the hanger for them to exit the quinjet. Steve was out first shortly followed by a very tired Bucky but as soon as his eyes found yours he smiled hugely.

“Hey Y/n I’ve miss-“

You cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck. Bucky stiffened at first not believing it was really happening then he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling your further in.

“H-how?”

“Wanda”

“Oh”

After Tony coughed making the pair of you pull apart you - mainly Wanda - explained everything to the two super soldiers. Bucky refusing to let go of you completely. Steve smiled and gave you a small hug.

Much later that night you and Bucky was sitting on his bed with his arm around you when he abruptly stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“There’s ten minutes left of your birthday so we’re going to dance”

You watched with an amused smile as he turned the stereo on.

“I got Peter to do this when we was watching the telly earlier” he smiled.

Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers started playing through the speakers.

“Y-you remembered?”

“Of course I did doll, it’s your favourite song how would I forget”

Slow dancing in the middle of Bucky’s room with your favourite song playing in the background on your birthday made this the best birthday you ever had.

“I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me”

Bucky sings just as his lips touch yours.

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dawnoftime22 · 3 months

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lullaby.

| T.S

Warnings: no talking from R, a very light nightmare, and panicked/fast heartrate

Summary: Taylor was doing her work in the middle of the night while you slept, until you had suddenly received a nightmare, leading to Taylor to help you fall asleep.

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff

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| Finished on 28/06/2024, 8:30 PM |

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“My, my, your gentle voice, oh, to be softly soothed with as I fall asleep.”

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You were asleep, laying on the bed with your breathing deep and soft. It was quiet, a peaceful atmosphere as the cats, too, were sleeping.

Taylor was still awake. But it wasn't without reasons, as she had emails and work to do before tomorrow arrives, and also a melody stuck in her head too.

She had told you to sleep before her earlier, just because she knows you've had a long, exhausting day as she did. Even though you tried to stay up to accompany her, it was obvious you weren't able to keep your eyes open, so, a few minutes of cuddling had you sleeping within seconds.

The laptop screen made her squint through the dimly lit room, reading the words of a document, or her notes she had to check for anything she's forgotten.

A yawn escapes her mouth, and as her fingers made the keyboard keys clack with her typing, she felt herself getting sleepy.

Her eyes travel to the clock. It was 2 am. The night was still young, really, for any nights she's ever wanted to stay up for. But she wouldn't deny some sleep for now, especially with you already in slumber.

Deciding she needed at least a break, she makes sure everything is saved and mostly done on her laptop before looking to the side to grab her phone.

The screen was unlocked after seeing a picture of you and her, with Meredith, Olivia, and Benjamin at the bottom. A smile raises upon her lips, her eyes going to your, thankfully, still sleeping figure.

She closes her laptop and set it aside before scooting closer to you slightly, then returning to her phone. The screen shows instagram loading up, and she uses her index finger to scroll, seeing posts and stories of her friends and other celebrities.

The gentle hum of her voice quietly sounds out, a smile still on her face, which raised up further at the sight of one of your posts; a photo of your hand, intertwined with hers, but a small cat paw joined in, atop the back of your hands.

She remembered when that happened. It was when you were sitting on the living room couch together, watching a movie. Taylor had reached your hand up to leave a soft kiss, and was about to settle it back down comfortably, when Benjamin's fluffy paw had come out of nowhere to touch your intertwined hands.

She scrolls a bit more, seeing Gracie's video of the fire in her kitchen. Again, Benjamin had come into the scene, but he was confuzzled with what he walked into. Taylor didn't even notice he was there when the situation was happening-- especially not when she was cursing at a fire extinguisher hoping her house wasn't going to burn down while Gracie was mindlessly holding up her phone.

She went to type a comment to the video, her thumbs hovering over the digital keyboard, but just as she did, she saw the smallest movement of your stirring in the corner of her vision.

Taylor senses the chance of your awakening, and her eyes lock onto your face with concern. But then, you had jolted out of your sleep with a sharp breath, your eyes snapping open.

Even with her surprise, she catches herself to gently wrap her arm around you, careful not to scare you further as she pulls you closer.

You look around panickly before you felt her hand moving in a soothing rhythm at your back. You find her blue eyes in the darkness, and she could see the vulnerability gleaming in yours.

Her face softens, and her hand moves up so she could gently make you lean against her forehead. "Shhh, it's alright." She whispers, letting go of her phone to wrap both her arms around you, making sure her phone was beside her instead of in between the both of you, just in case she accidentally moves atop it.

With a slow, gentle breath you let out, you snuggle close to her, your nose brushing against her neck, tickling the skin ever so slightly.

Although she was concerned, she could see it in your form; you were calm on the outside, but your rapid heart told otherwise. It was clear. You had a small nightmare, but thankfully not one enough to terrify all your being.

Taylor looks down, tilting her head to take a little peek at you. The tiredness and sleepiness was still in your eyes, the yawn that escapes your mouth told it further.

She smiles softly, turning to lay a soft kiss against the side of your head. Her hand was kept on your back, moving in a soothing motion still.

Minutes passed by, the white noise of the fan and A/C sounding through the room, and her own yawn coming from her mouth.

With a check on you again, she saw your eyes half open, but also not fully closed. The movement of your hand fiddling on her necklace also was a clear sign. You were having difficulty falling back asleep, and she knew you needed a small push.

With a gentle deep intake of breath that she releases slowly, she closes her eyes, leaning into you. A soft hum starts to quietly sound from her, a familiar melody that had your bleary eyes traveling up to her.

"I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly..."

"A pebble that we picked up..."

"Last july..."

All that filled the space now was her whispered words, starting to lull you to sleep. Her hands lovingly run through your hair, in hopes that it will calm you. With the melting relaxation of your body, it indeed did.

"Down deep inside your pocket,"

She smiles softly, looking at you once more with a warm smile, even while she too, was sleepy, it almost made it even sweeter.

"...We almost forgot it..."

"Does it ever miss wicklow...sometimes?"

Your eyes had grown heavier, and she watches as they finally close. Your breaths dissolve into a steadier, slower rhythm, and her humming matches with the timing.

"Mm, mm..." She hums softly, continuing on with her lullaby, until she too starts to fall asleep herself, joining you in slumber.

They said the end is coming...

Everyone's up to something...

I find myself runnin' home to your...sweet nothings...

Outside, they're push and shoving...

You're in the kitchen, humming...

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.

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enivez · 7 months

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CHAPTER EIGHT (1k written)

SYNOPSIS…. Gaming is a common hobby for college students nowadays, with Overwatch being the game of choice for both Lee Heeseung and his favorite streamer loved.venus. The boy shows his love for his favorite streamer behind the screen name lee.bambi, though he doesn’t realize it was the campus fashionista that he hated ever so much behind the screen.

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“Fate is a bitch,” Heeseung thought to himself as he found himself in a familiar situation. The boy had headed out to his favorite spot on campus which was a small bakery run by an older couple that was right by the river that cut off campus from the neighboring city life. He loved this place and he loved Mr. and Mrs. Kim who ran the shop together for decades before Heeseung had ever found it. Whether he was crammed with school or overjoyed for once he found himself drawn to the little bakery that was quickly fading from the scenery with time. The university constantly insisted on buying out the Kims’ building so they could build more residency buildings but it was students like Lee Heeseung that gave the couple the hope they needed to fight for their bakery.

It was actually in this bakery Heeseung had first met you, though you never realized that boy that night was him. The boy you sat outside on the back patio with until way after the bakery closed. The boy who spilled his heart out to you as he sobbed, only for you to leave in a rush before you could even ask his name. The boy you never acknowledged again when he ran into you on campus that same week.

Heeseung knew who you were, how could he not when you were part of the reason why he was so upset that same night you two had first met. The Lee family were powerful, but not nearly as powerful as the family you were descended from. His whole life was determined from the moment he was born, he was to go into the family business and overpower the industry. That was his fate. He hates fate. But in those moments under the stars where you listened to him unload his soul into the air between your bodies, he thought that maybe fate wasn’t that bad.

Though fate proved him right again, as you rushed from the patio that night and never looked back. How could you forget the boy you spent hours comforting and encouraging? Heeseung hated fate, but not as much as he hated you.

Tonight had been good for the boy so far, between his music blowing up and his favorite streamer noticing his work. He wanted to celebrate with a warm chocolate croissant and some hot chocolate under the sunset but fate once again played its tricks on him. As there he was, face to your back, as you sobbed on that same patio he once sobbed to you on. He watched as your back quickly raised and then fell at a rate that matched the sobs that escaped your mouth. The truth was Heeseung wanted to laugh, not at you but at the situation. A cruel joke at its finest.

The boy felt a soft tap on his shoulder, Mrs. Kim behind him handing him another hot chocolate. The older woman stifled a laugh at Heeseung’s puzzled look as she looked over at you, telling him all he needed to know. With that he walked over to you with a quiet sigh. He could feel Mrs. Kim’s eyes watching him as he placed the hot drink down on the small patio table next to you.

”This is for you,” he said before walking to the opposite side of the patio, closer to the sound of running water. Hoping it would drown out your sobs and the disapproving sigh of Mrs. Kim who was now walking back inside. The boy sat down, facing the water that reflected the hues of the falling sun and rising moon, putting on his headphones as he played back a playlist of songs.

The boy was zoned out after a while, closing his eyes and humming along to the melodies that danced through his head. That was when another tap to his shoulder brought him back to the present, though this time it was you he came face to face with. You were chewing on your bottom lips as your swollen eyes pleaded for the boy to take off his headphones. Heeseung against what his brain told him to do, he couldn’t help but devote his attention to you.

”I’m sorry to bother you but could I possibly use your phone? I left my phone behind in a panic and I need to call my friend.”

At this point, you were surprised your voice was coming out at all. It felt like someone was sitting on your chest as you desperately tried to get your thoughts organized. You had run out of your studio after an argument with your friends about how much you’ve been working on your portfolio. It was sparked by the recent resurfacing of rumors related to your online persona and her enrollment at your university.

“Sure,” was all the boy said in response, disconnecting his headphones from the device and handing it to the girl. Heeseung made note of how you smelt strongly of lavender and the way your eyes lit up when he handed you his phone.

You quickly dialed Jake, asking him if he could pick you up and if you could stay the night at his and Sunghoon’s apartment. You couldn’t bear to go back to your apartment knowing that your best friend across the hallway had the spare key to your place. You handed back the phone to the boy who was looking up at you with doe eyes. He was a good looking man, you admit that, but you can’t help but to prefer this look to the normal scowl you get from him.

”Thank you so much, I’m [Name] by the way,” you shyly introduce yourself as you play with the hem of your sleeve, becoming quite aware of who you had just asked a favor of.

Lee Heeseung hated you, and that was a fact even you knew.

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𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Cinnamon & Dark Chocolate +18. 𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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You always hear them whisper, talk when you pass. “Isn’t he way bigger than her?”; “That must be painful”

Painful? Who said that? It’s anything but that… Kidd takes total care of you, and tonight, even if romance isn’t his forte, it’s even taking you in a total romantic date for Valentine’s day.

Or at least he tries...

“Woman is this the place you wanted to come? Tell me the guys didn’t lie to me” he says, taking a good look around. A sophisticated atmosphere receives both of you; a restaurant decorated with candles and roses, a golden aura all around.

You giggle, sure it is the one you wanted to visit; the Baratie. They say that here, you can taste the flavours of all the seas joined in one. On the corner, there is even a skinny man playing the piano, filling the place with sweet classic melodies.

“Yes, Kidd. Thank you so much” you nod, slightly resting your forehead against his muscular arm.

The redhaired feels proud of himself, and even if he doesn’t show, he is also happy because you are too. But the feeling of inner peace gets disturbed instantly by a blonde with curly brows praising the beauty of his lover; the main chef. What is he doing here?

“Welcome to the Baratie! I’m Sanji, the main chef! Where do you wanna seat my beautiful mademoiselle… and… your…?” he chimes, looking at Kid after scanning you with a brilliant smile.

You laugh, and kindly answer “My boyfriend. We are here to celebrate Valentine’s” you chime, already feeling the tension in between the both of them. Kidd isn’t always showing his emotions, but tonight things were about to take a different turn if you didn’t interfere.

The blonde showed you a table next to the window; and take a deadly look at Kidd when he didn’t move the chair out for you to sit. Truth is, you don’t wanted to, nor ever asked of it. You only wanted to sit down, order and avoid the chef and your lover to have further interaction.

Sanji suggested the chef’s choice, and both acceded to order that. As soon as the fancy blonde left, Kid put his heavy hand over the table. It made you slightly jump from your sit, but you know he isn’t angry with you.

“Calm down, he is just acting like a fancy French man… I’m sure his not a menace to you” you joke, sliding your hand on top of his veiny one.

Kidd fixes his burning red eyes on yours, and turns around your hand to be the one under his. “You are mine; you know that? Do you want me to remind it to you?” he grunts, low but loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyes widen, a few slow blinks after and you are gawking. Is not that this is new coming from Kidd but it surely startled you. However, your façade turns from surprised to a sexy grin and sloppy eyelids.

“Me? Yours? And how are you planning to show me that?” you whisper, playing with your fingertips on his palm in a sexy way.

Kidd smirks widely and tilts his head to the side. A challenge? For him? Now you better get ready for what’s about to come for you…

The silence in between you two says more than any words the crimson haired could ever say. He has let his hair down today, sexy tufts fall over his face and they match perfectly with the formal attire he bought just for tonight. He never wore it, but you are absolutely grateful he did. The savage style is what made you fell in love with him, but the suit looks extremely good on him.

Of course, such silence gets interrupted by the Chef bringing himself your plates. He flirts a little more with you while the sound of Kidd’s teeth gritting surrounds you. You smile sweetly at Sanji and as soon as he fleets off Kidd narrows his eyes.

“Eat. Fast” he orders.

“Excuse you? Why are you ordering me around, Mr. Eustass?” you ask, narrowing your eyes too.

“Fine, if you don’t mind the food getting cold then…” he says, standing up and taking you from your hand. He begins to walk towards the bathrooms, and you are unable to process what’s going on. You trip to match his long and fast steps in silence.

Kidd opens quite violently the bathroom door and takes a look to see if there is anyone there. “Come in” he says, pulling you inside. You kind of imagine what he is planning, but right there…?

“Kidd i think we shouldn-“ you can’t keep talking; the red haired kisses are enough to shut you up. His tongue exploring your mouth, your tongue slowly getting used and matching his motions. You whine as he pushes inside one of the stalls, his hand searches for under your skirt. He squeezes your thighs; he bites your lips and pull from them.

“Here it is how I was planning on showing you are totally mine” he grunts, as your back hits the refined door of the bathroom stall. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t wait until getting home, hope you don’t mind”

You shiver, he is so big compared to you -or anyone really-. His topping body makes your legs turn weak, you know he can be as violent as he wants with you, you allow him to; he loves to do it.

Kidd sits on the toilet and helps you stand still against the door right in front of him. “It’s a blessing you are wearing this cute little skirt…” he scoffs, spreading your legs just so that his arm would fit in between them. He discovers your wet reaction on your panties, Kidd is delighted with it he even smiles sweetly.

“Are you that horny for me, (Name)?” he asks, moving your panties aside to take some of that dampness in between his fingertips.

You nod. Of course you are. Since he picked you up tonight you were waiting for this moment… Your mind goes blank, and your hands cover your mouth as his index suddenly penetrates you. Your knees try to join but Kidd won’t let that happen…

“No, no. Don’t close them. We need you ready to take me…” he whispers, taking his finger out and sucking on it clean from your arousal. “Ah… you are so delicious… come here”

Kidd pulls you closer to his face, he helps you lift your leg so that you could step on his right thigh. “I bet this dinner tastes a lot better than that tasteless shit” he growls, bringing your sex almost over his mouth so that he can eat you out.

Your muscles tremble, you wanna shout, you wanna scream; Kidd does it so well, twirling tongue against your clit and his index opening its way inside you. Up and down and sometimes in beckoning motions, adding fingers, sucking, and licking. Sometimes, he even bites your inner thighs. Feasting on your core it’s his favourite meal, and no fancy restaurant can match it…

But, Kidd needs more. And, as he said, he will show you, you are nobody’s but his.

“I think you have been stretched enough to take me…” he says, cleaning his shiny chin from your fluids with his forearm. He lends you his hand to help you put your leg down but as soon as you do, his hand carves in your glutes to pull you towards him and sit on his lap.

You gasp, you can feel his throbbing hardness through the black pants he is wearing -and that you are probably wetting-. “What about me fucking you this way, and really showing you who you belong to?” he adds, stating he clearly wants to claim your body as his.

“Fuck me, yes… please” you whisper, already moving backwards so that you can get his sex out of that fabric prison. Quickly, efficiently, you pull down his zipper. He is also dampened; Kid is hard and so wet.

“Sure thing, woman” he moans, guiding his tip to your entrance. You remain lingering over it without fulling sitting yet, you are scared of him going deep… being the size he is, your walls are already both eager and afraid.

Kidd must be feral, but he isn’t a brute. He waits until you are ready, he doesn’t push you, he simply allows you to slowly go down as he slides inside you. Your nails carve on his wide back, leaving marks on his black coat. Your lips trapped by his, Kidd drowns your soft whimpers so nobody could hear you.

He also shivers. The feeling of tightness around his shaft makes him weak. Your red-haired lover closes his eyes as he lets himself go in the oppressive sensations around his sex. “Ugh… you are so damn tight… you take me so good…” he whispers, lips against lips, warmth against warmth.

Your toes curl, your skirt has rolled up your waist, your hairstyle gets absolutely messed up and you don’t really care about a thing… except the bulge forming in your lower belly as the thrusts now have become faster and harder.

Kidd pulls from your head back, he needs to kiss the crook of your neck. He pants and grunts against your skin, you do the same with hands playing with his red locks.

“Allow me to cum inside you. I want to make you mine, completely” he pleads, going violently in and out you. Your tiny frame compared to his seems to get smaller as you hear those words. “Let me fill you up with my seed, let me make you mine, make you so damn pregnant with a child of mine”

“I love you, please do it ~” you purr, with what’s left of energy and the feeling of breaking in half for how full you feel already… and you want to feel fuller, a lot more fuller… flooded, dripping.

And that’s exactly what you get. As you retort yourself over his hardness, reaching climax, squeezing, milking him out he gets ready for his release. Kidd hugs you tight, kissing your lips, breathing into each other’s lungs, feeling your heartbeats with your chests pressed together…

“Ngh… Until the last drop… hold it in…” he grunts, as his twitching anatomy bathes your inner walls with his warm, sticky seed. “I fucking love you, woman”

“I won’t let any drop go to waste… this feels so… ngh… fu- good… I love you too, Kidd…”

Ah by the way, about dinner… the moment you left the bathroom to go back to the table you saw the blonde “womanizer” chef kissing passionately with the green haired security guard from the parking lot right on the back of the restaurant.

“Oh…” Kid muttered. “Told you, you didn’t have to worry”

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the booming beats coming from the party were filling the (almost) empty bathroom, making the floor beneath your feet vibrate. not for long, though – in a second, you were lifted up onto the sink, the cold porcelain edge digging into the back of your thighs. you didn’t really notice, though – your mind was preoccupied with your ex’s mouth devouring your own.

theo’s hands wandered all over your body, shamelessly sneaking underneath your tank top to palm your tits as his lips moved down to your jawline and the side of your neck. the feeling of his teeth sinking into your flesh made you moan softly into his ear, pulling on his hair to have a look at his face. the purple fluorescent light inside the bathroom made him look like some otherworldly creature, an alien who always managed to take you to another dimension, to a new planet completely of his own.

"missed me, cara mia?" theo murmured against your lips, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. you already knew the answer – it was the same shit every time: you’d convince yourself that you didn’t need him, that you were way better off without him, that you just weren’t meant to be. but…

"fuck- yes!"

the words were practically coaxed out of you by theo’s fingers harshly shoved deep inside your treacherously dripping pussy, making you desperately grab his shoulders for support and moan in a lewd, pornographic way into the air.

theo’s face was now adorned with an even wider, cockier smirk as his ‘fuck me’ (or, in this case, ‘fuck you’) eyes studied your blissed out expression intensely, catching every single twitch of your mouth, every single wrinkle creasing between your furrowed eyebrows. the wet, squelching sounds of your arousal mixed with the beats of some annoying techno sound rang through your positively empty brain, filled with cum, cum, theo, cum, theo-

a gasp broke out of your lips when you felt his hand cupping your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks, firmly pressing the soft flesh against your teeth.

"what’s going on in that pretty little head, hm?" theo cooed, his voice clearly mocking. you wanted to reply, but the addition of a third finger shut you up instantly, a moan serving as a perfect reminder of your already fucked out state. "ah, piccolina, you never change."

theo chuckled and let go of your face, moving his hand to wrap around your throat instead. his lips hovered just above your parted, glistening ones. his eyebrow went up when he saw your eyes rolling to the back of your head again as his fingers curled inside you one more time.

"words, cara mia. use your words," theo hissed, tightening his hold on your throat to remind you who was in charge of the whole ordeal – although, there were never any doubts.

"cum, theo, cum," you mumbled, your voice way more high-pitched than usual, like a broken music box playing the same melody over and over again. his eyes drifted from your face to the place where his fingers were currently fucking your coherency away. the smirk was fused to his lips at that point, encouraged by drops of wetness bouncing off your inner thighs with each thrust of his.

"cum, bambina, scream my name. i want every single person in this fucking party to know you’re still hopelessly mine."

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mistydeyes · 1 year

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May you write hyacinth + ghost? :)

Thank you so much for requesting!! This one was too good! Forewarning, I am so sorry at how potentially tragic this is like MAN I WAS TEARING UP WHILE EDITING

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prompt: hyacinth - they decide to interrupt the wedding just as you're about to say your vows

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

warning: ANGST, swearing, canonical violence, ABSOLUTE PAIN AND MOURNING, no happy endings here for simon :(

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Simon Riley was never a religious man but he said a silent prayer as he entered the small chapel. He settled in a pew towards the back right of the holy place, ignoring the gazes that fell upon him. His breath was heavy on his face mask as he briefly looked at the program. He felt confided in his grey dress shirt and could feel the palms of his hands begin to sweat. He wiped them on his rayon pants as he tried to calm his nerves. Soon the crowd hushed as the wedding procession entered. Simon's eyes flickered to the groomsmen and the accompanying bridesmaids. Violet. They were wearing violet, your favorite color and the one you always envisioned for your wedding.

"Si, look at these," you smiled as you showed him a photo on Pinterest. Simon looked at the violet silk wedding dresses that complimented a smiling group of bridesmaids with orchids in their hands. "Looks nice," he mumbled before returning to his phone. You let out a sigh before responding. "I think I want those for our wedding."

Eventually, the ethereal organ music began to play a different melody and the crowd stood in response. Simon quickly joined the smiling family and friends as their gaze was turned to the door. Nothing could have prepared him for that moment. You walked out onto the aisle looking like a fucking angel. Your ivory gown floated on the ground and in your delicate hands, you held a beautifully designed bouquet with orchids, chamomiles, and hydrangeas. You looked so happy and radiant at the moment. With the softest note of the organ, you descended the aisle to your husband-to-be. Simon's heart ached as he recognized the melody, So This is Love by Emile Pandolfi. As you walked, it was as if you only were in the room with your husband as he watched a fragile tear fall down your face. His gaze followed as you ascended, taking an elegant step on the altar.

Throughout the ceremony, Simon's nerves and anguish reached a fever pitch. He felt like he was drowning as the crowd sat and the priest began the ceremony. His ears rang as he barely registered the words, "If there is anyone present, who can show just cause why these two persons may not be joined in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” If you asked him this morning what his plans were, attending your wedding was not on the list. But something, maybe it was hope, or maybe foolishness had forced him to dress and drive to the rural estate. As the priest spoke on the solemnity of marriage, Simon couldn't help but muse over the last time he ever saw you.

"Do-do you know how long you'll be gone?" you whispered through tears as he held you in his arms. "They didn't specify," he replied. and you buried your head into his chest. It was 2006 before Simon Riley was a dead man walking. It was a time when he was just a soldier who had a life and the opportunity to love his family and his fiancée. "Remember what I told you, you keep this ring so I have a reason to come back," Simon whispered as he opened your palm and placed a thick gold band into it. "Please don't go, Simon," you cried as he tried to pull away and head out the door. "I'll be back in no time, love," he replied and gave you a soft kiss before exiting out of your life forever.

Since that moment, you had believed the man you loved was dead. Rumors circulated as you found out there had been some sightings before his family tragically died in a house fire, even allegations that he had been the one but you refused to believe it. For 10 years, you looked for him on the crowded Manchester streets but you never found him. However, you were here today with the man you loved and finally had the opportunity at a happy life. Simon knew this fact as well and he tragically continued through the ceremony until the vows were to be said. As your maid of honor handed you a piece of paper, he saw the familiar sheen of a ring on your finger. He knew that ring anywhere as he had bought it with his first paycheck from the service. What struck him more though was as you turned to face your husband, you held onto a gold ring on a necklace chain before you spoke. That was his ring. The ring he gave to you before he died.

"Elliott, poets say that love finds you when you need it most. In what I believe was poetic irony, you found me as I placed flowers on a grave and cynically commented on how the ones we love leave us too quickly," you began to say and Simon began to feel his eyes burn with the prickles of tears. "While we remember those lost, today I am here to celebrate the one who arrived on time, the one who stayed, the one who helped me through the roughest of moments and brought me back to life." That final sentence was all Simon needed to hear as he shuffled out the door and made his way to the exit. Your eyes fell towards the interruption and you felt faint as you could have sworn it was Simon. You met his gaze but the man ran out of the chapel and you could never be certain. Your husband put a reassuring hand on yours and you shakily continued, trying to rationalize the appearances of ghosts from your past rather than the individual being your Simon.

As Simon ran to his car, he let out an anguished cry at the empty field. At that moment, Simon had seen all the painful memories you endured flood back and your gaze filled with fear and uncertainty. He could never put you through that again. He lit a cigarette before driving away just as the wedding bells filled the spring air. Simon would forever be dead to you and you would have an opportunity at a life he could never offer.

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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stella fortuna

summary: ventis entry for my previous (formal) post, aka a minor character study. this was meant to be up 3 days ago :)

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-> warnings: massive spoilers for mondstat archon quest

-> gn reader (no pronouns)

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if you asked venti how he felt, seeing everybody in mondstat be chosen as a vessel but him, you’d get the same answer every time, no matter where or when. even drunk, flopped over the bar with an empty glass in hand, he recites the exact same response as if it’s been committed to memory.

“what need does a bard have for divine strength? i’m glad my friends get to go on adventures, but my place has always been to tell stories, not to write them.”

if you were to listen closely, past the sheen of charisma that coated all of his words, past the mask of a bard and into the heart of the wind, you’d hear the lie.

the memorized words, a paper-thin front over his true feelings, only hide the truth from those who don’t care to find it. the drip of wine only makes this clearer; put a bottle in his hand and watch how quickly his eyes turn blank, how the smile pulling at his features feels forced. the same words, the same lie, the same turmoil that surrounds his every action. confusion is hidden in the downturn of his eyes and something akin to desperation hides in the tilt of the bottle, yet his words come out as sugar-sweet as his drink.

“it doesn’t bother me. why should it?”

it shouldn’t.

he shouldn’t be jealous. he shouldn’t be surprised that mortals were blessed first over a god, he shouldn’t be examining his own skill set for faults. he’s an archon. one without his gnosis, sure, one with the least power from his people, sure, but an archon nonetheless. he still wields anemo with more strength than anybody in mondstat could dream of, the winds still bend to his will, he still challenges amber to an archery contest if the day is slow and he still wins, even with her extra star on her side.

venti doesn’t need acknowledgment from his god, not when there are so many mortals that deserve it. not when hilichurls still fall before his bow, not when his windcurrents still carry pets and children and kites from trees, when the whisper of a breeze alerts knights to a threat at his bidding.

(but he wants it)

none of the other archons have received divine blessings, he’s not even an outlier in that sense. he’s not an exception to the rule, he is the rule, and yet he finds himself wishing it would bend anyway. he should count himself lucky, in truth, that a vessel of his element is always at his gods side. he should be happy that the creator found joy in his domain, that some of the highest favored bore his winged seal. he should take pride in the fact that the head of mondstat’s church was given 6 stars, share diluc’s joy in having his vision burn brighter. he should put a bottle on his step for the darknight hero to enjoy, in celebration of his crimson flames searing hotter than ever.

so why can’t he?

venti couldn’t hide the way his fingers faltered at the wash of divine power coming from the door to the angel’s share, nor the haste with which he looked over. his hand still strummed his lyre, but he let the reprise go on for a bit longer than it should have, letting himself take in the uncharacteristic nod diluc sent his brother before moving to the back room.

kaeya’s eye caught his the moment before he looked away, something knowing in the ice. with a slight lift of his hand, he downed the rest of the wine in his glass.

venti looked away, the finale of his tale finally falling from his lips.

it was late, most of the patrons far past sober, their minds too soaked in alcohol to register the flatness to his voice. when he ended his story with a flourish, skipping the last few bars of the melody, all but one cheered.

the exception joined the outlier, tucking his lyre into his inventory. venti flagged the bartender, kaeya kindly waiting until he had wine in his hand to speak.

“why the long face?”

he looked over, glass half-raised to his lips. the captain seemed… genuine, almost, something knowing in his eyes. whether it was his usual charisma or not didn’t matter, not really—gods saw easily through mortal lies—but he knew it wasn’t anyway.

venti set down his cup. “what do you mean? after a long night of playing, i’m reaping my rewards. what reason do i have to be sad?”

kaeya tipped out his glass for charles to refill, sending him a nod of thanks before turning back to him. his eye skipped over his features, never landing on one for too long: the flower in his cap, the dimness of his eyes, the grip on his glass, all picked up and turned over and assessed.

he drew a conclusion, taking a soft sip of wine. “i don’t know, venti. you tell me.”

what reason did he have to be sad?

by all accounts, tonight was a good night. he’d made quite a bit of mora, he was having a nice drink, he’d turn in a bit earlier than usual and wake up with the sun, feeling the air warm around him as he roamed the city’s dawn. nothing large, or awful, or tragic. nothing… nothing.

ventis eyes slipped, falling to the ice on the captain’s hip, to the peacock he couldn’t see, but the glitter he could feel. the sheen of heaven that dusted the calvary captain’s presence, lending him that much more credibility.

he found kaeya’s eye again, catching himself, but it didn’t matter. the humor had already dulled, understanding flashing back at him.

in the city of wine and song, mondstat’s archon indulged in both.

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;; The Night We Met 500 Follower Celebration

Summary: You come face to face with your ex, Nico, for the first time since your breakup. Word Count: 1k+

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Every regret that had consumed you about attending the wedding had been gone by the end of the dinner service. It had hung over you heavily from the moment you packed your bag and caught the plane to Czechia and lingered throughout the ceremony. But it was nothing dinner, champagne, and good company couldn’t fix. You were there to celebrate the love of Gaby and Pavel. They wanted you there and reaffirmed it many times, and your recent breakup wouldn’t ruin that.

It was weird to attend the wedding alone, your seat wedged in at a table with strangers or friends you hadn’t seen since you and your ex had called it quits. But it left room for conversation and a distraction from the thought that lingered in the back of your mind since you signed the guest book. The thought haunted you and chilled you right through to your bones. Nico was there, somewhere.

You had almost completely rid yourself of that worry by the time they served dessert, but its resurgence only came back stronger as the bride and groom finished their first dance, and those who would consider your friends for the night coaxed you onto the dance floor. You stuck with them like a bee to a flower. Their laughs and encouragement were welcome as you took a few songs to break out of your shell. Letting loose, however, came with its own risks. You danced like no one was watching, but people were watching. Worst of all, he was watching.

Your body stilled the moment you spotted his warm gaze out of the corner of your eye, the rest of the world seeming to disappear around you. You heard no music. You saw nothing else but Nico as he sat alone at his table. Undoubtedly, his teammates had once sat with him, but they had abandoned him for the dance floor or the open bar, leaving him far too easy to spot in the otherwise crowded room.

Raising his hand, Nico gave you a shy wave. His silent acknowledgment that you had caught him staring. It should have been all it took to have you grabbing your clutch from the table. It should have been enough for you to decide it was time to leave. But you could only stand there and watch as he approached you.

Watching his every stride, you held your breath. Running into him here, or even back home in Jersey, was inevitable. Hell, chances were you were both on the same flight out, but it didn’t make seeing him for the first time since the breakup easy. And neither did the fact that the break-up was mutual.

The memories of the three years you spent together, so young and dangerously in love, lingered on and were unforgettable. They would haunt you every night in your dreams. The happiness that had come in the early years was something you remembered fondly, but there was no ignoring that you had both changed. You both wanted different things out of life, things you couldn’t give one another. You loved him. Maybe you loved him still. But that was the very reason you knew you were better apart.

That didn’t stop you from meeting his sweet smile with his own as he met you on the dance floor, and it didn’t stop you from taking his hand as he offered it to you. You let his hand guide you, trying to ignore the subtle reminder of what it felt like to be the victim of his touch. It still sent a wave of heat through your body as if it were the first time he lay hands on you. It consumed you as he held your one hand and let the other find your waist, your bodies beginning to sway to the sad melody of the song you couldn’t focus on the lyrics of.

Consumed by Nico, your face fell. You missed him. With that realization came the threat of tears burning in your eyes. Before a single tear fell, you pulled him in. Your arms wound around them as they had so many times before, your hands clinging desperately to the strength of his back as you both swayed like teenagers at prom.

It took almost four minutes for the song to fade into the next, but it didn’t feel long enough. You craved to cling to him, to keep your face buried in the crook of his neck and inhale the scent that was still so calming. But the tempo changed, and his hold weakened on your back.

It was time to let go.

Your arms fell away from him like silk ribbon and you didn’t let your gaze rise, scared to let him see your tears as they slipped down your cheeks, so you recoiled to hug yourself over your chest where your heart ached the hardest. You had expected him to leave you alone on the dancefloor and yet; he lingered.

“Thank you for dancing with me,” Nico said as his hand reached for your cheek. The touch was almost enough for you to pull away, but you let him angle your face to look up at him.

He hadn’t needed to see your face to know you were crying. He could feel it. Your tears had soaked right through his shirt collar, and you only realized that when you got a good look at him. You should have offered him a sweet “your welcome” or something pleasant, but the warmth of his gaze as he looked down at you was all too distracting. As was the hair on his upper lip.

“Nice mustache,” you said, trying to be teasing. Instead, the lump in your throat kept your words weak.

Nico smirked as he raised both hands, the warmth of his palms embracing your cheeks as his thumbs wiped your tears away.

“You don’t like it?” he asked, his words as slow as his touch.

He was as ready to stop touching you as you were to be left untouched by him.

“It’s,” you started, humming as you tried to decide what exactly to say, “different.”

“You’d get used to it,” Nico said, his words a sigh as he leaned in to place a kiss against your cheek where your last tear had fallen.

You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. The warmth of his kiss radiated over your face and sent a pang of longing through you like a tremor that pulled the words right off your tongue. “I’d do it all over again,” your words were a mere whisper, “even if it meant the outcome would still be the same.”

Drawing back, Nico smiled softly as his gaze dropped to the ground. “Yeah,” he said, nodding, “Me too.”

The space between you was mere feet, but it felt like the world between you. You craved to reach out across it, to capture his hand and pull him near. Instead, you offered him one last look, your eyes taking in the sight of him as if it would be the last time, and then you left him, and he left you. You returned to your table. And Nico? Where he went, you didn’t know. You didn’t turn back to watch his stride, to see if he disappeared into the crowd or found a teammate or friend. No, you were too caught up in the memories, wishing so desperately that you could return to the night the two of you first met.

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nhl fanfiction #fanfic #nhl rpf #nhl imagine #hockey rpf #hockey imagines #;;500

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superblysubpar · 2 years

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*this was a part of a follower celebration I did on the old blog. Originally requested by @sweetsweetjellybean . Reposted/re-edited some things - if you interacted on the old blog I'm so appreciative if you leave some love again*

Hammer to Fall:

steve harrington x fem reader

Summary: Steve sings Queen while he wakes you up. | masterlist | steve's music | NSFW 18+

WC Range: 1k-3k

Warnings: oral and fingering (reader receiving and Steve performing), kissing, swearing, cumming so quick it’ll give you whiplash

You heard the familiar sounds of the coffee making process. Cabinets opening and closing softly, the crinkle of the bag and then your favorite sound in the entire world.

Steve Harrington was singing.

If Steve sang in public it was usually to be funny, doing a different voice or brushing it off and stopping as soon as anyone commented on it. But when he really sang you couldn’t help but swoon a little.

“-let the anesthetic cover it all. Till one day they call your name, you know it’s time for the hammer to fall!”

You rolled over in bed, smiling softly as your body woke up to his voice coming in faintly from the other room.

You kept your eyes closed, falling into a peaceful and lazy trance, not quite sleeping again, smiling at the softness in his tone. When you heard his footsteps approaching you decided to continue to “sleep” in hopes of hearing him sing more.

His voice got softer and as the door pushed open he was barely whispering singing, like when a song ends and you continue to trail off, humming the melody, every other word fading in and out.

“-we’re just waiting for the hammer to fall.”

You felt his fingertips brush your ankle softly, trailing up the inside of your leg as the bed dipped from him climbing in. He continued to hum the song, his fingers making soft circles on your legs.

You felt a gentle kiss to your knee as he softly started the song over, “Oh, here we stand, or here we fall…” his lips trailing up your thigh, his fingers on your bare hips. The soft, buzzing touches mixed with his quiet voice singing had you floating.

Eyes still closed but you stretched out your body, sighing and adjusting and opening your thighs as his fingers trailed up and down them, his humming and soft lips against your skin.

“Don’t hear the bell, but you answer the call…” He kissed just at the inside of your thighs.

He let out a quiet moan as you shivered and he kissed your thigh again, “Good morning, beautiful.”

You let out a quiet yawn and smiled, keeping your eyes closed still, a quiet, “Mornin,” leaving your lips.

You felt his breath higher, your stomach flipping at the warm air on your already aroused nerves. He moaned out quietly, pressing a kiss just above it and ran his thumb through your slick and up to your clit, a soft and small tap before circling it, “Baby, what’s got you so worked up already this morning?”

His thumb was slow and soft and you stretched out your legs, toes curling as he peppered kisses around you, never letting his lips get too close to where you really wanted him and he laughed into your thigh, “Having sweet and naughty dreams about me, huh? Waking up already soaking?”

You whimpered, “No, I-” you shivered as his finger dragged through your folds and curled into you as his thumb kept rubbing slow and lazy circles against you.

His other hand on your hip, thumb brushing back and forth gently and he kissed the dip between your hip and thigh, and you finally opened your eyes to see his soft hazel eyes blinking up at you, lips smirking, shirtless, disheveled hair, pressing his cheek to your thigh.

He turned his head and kissed your thigh again, “No? You weren’t dreaming about me?”

Your eyes fluttered closed again as his lips dragged down your skin to your knee and back up to where his hands were dragging in and out of you slowly.

Your hand found his hair, brushing through it as you finally got out a one word answer to his question, “Singing.”

His fingers pulled out of you and you whimpered, your eyelids fluttering open to find him lying on his stomach in between your legs, arms draped over your thighs and his two sticky fingers reaching up and sliding into his mouth.

Your head fell back against the pillow, a small huff leaving your lips and your thighs pushing closer to him from the sight. You heard the pop of them leaving his mouth, his hands on your waist as his breath brushed over your entrance.

You could tell he was smiling from his tone as he whispered, his lips just grazing over your folds as he spoke, “Remind me to sing more often, baby.”

The tension he had created, the buzzing you felt deep in your nerves, your body was stretched out on the bed, knees rising, back arching, hands clutching the sheets and you sighed, “Baby, please, Steve-”

Steve sighed as he pushed his tongue into you, soft and slow dragging through your slick as your breath hitched, his fingers curled into your waist.

Steve’s slow and languid licks of his tongue were evidence he planned to keep you in bed all day long. Licking through your folds slowly because he knew you were his and he had all the time in the world to taste you, savor you, make sure you unraveled above him from just his mouth.

His movements soft and slow against you over and over again as he licked everything that you gave him, his tongue flicking over your clit when you whined. He dropped his nose to it and nuzzled into you deeper, sighing, “Your pussy is going to kill me baby.”

You shivered at the words, at the feeling of his nose brushing your bundle of nerves as his lips brushed against your folds in sweet kisses.

His nose dragged down from your clit into them, nudging deeper into you and your hands gripped at his hair, knees pressing to his shoulders and he held your waist tighter, speaking soft, sweet words that had you seeing stars, “I’m gonna sing every morning, and I’m gonna taste you like this every goddamn day for the rest of my life.”

You whined, back arching off the bed, toes curling as his tongue brushed into you again, faster now. He pulled away and left a kiss before moving to your swollen clit. He pressed his lips to it softly, molding around it and sucking as two of his fingers pushed into your entrance and curled.

Stars in your vision, white hot heat filling your body as you squirmed against his face and fingers. His fingers started pumping faster, his tongue swirling around your bundle of nerves and you tugged at his hair, pulling him away so you could kiss him as you came undone.

“Don’t stop-I need-”

His fingers kept curling and you felt your whole body tightening at the sight of his swollen, glossy lips, wide eyes blinking at you and you tugged him by the hair up to your face and pressed your lips to his, your orgasm crashing into you from the pace of his fingers and kiss in seconds.

His fingers pumped slowly as you gasped around his mouth, body shaking as you came down from your high and he pulled them out of you, sticky and wet on your hip as he kissed you deeply.

He pulled away, forehead to yours as you panted and your eyes fluttered open.

He was on top of you, plaid pajama pant covered legs against your sides, shirtless chest pressed to yours, nose nuzzling into you and he closed his eyes and sang in a high and fake falsetto, “Lady Mercy won’t be home tonight. You don’t waste no time at all, don’t hear the bell, but you answer the call-”

You laughed, hands reaching up to his cheeks and kissing him sweetly, rolling him to his back ready to answer the call alright.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #stranger things fanfiction

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