#running away from yourself eh? wishing you were enough eh?

[tev-the-random]

So the thing that gets me about Starlo — the thing that really gets me — is how much this guy hates himself.

It's not something you notice the first time you're playing, because he's so confident and enthusiastic. He'd almost be cool if he wasn't such a dork. But after replaying the game with the context of where he came from, — and I'll admit, after reading some very interesting, in-depth fanfics and analysis about him, I'll try to link them if I find them again — his character becomes a bit... blurred. How much of this is Starlo, and how much of it is North Star?

Because- because the whole point of his sheriff persona is that he gets to be someone else, isn't it? When he's out there rootin' and tootin', acting out his hero fantasies and trying to imitate the characters from the westerns he admires, he becomes someone much cooler than himself. North Star is everything Starlo wishes he was: the fearless leader, the cunning cowboy, the confident sheriff who saves lives and wrangles bandits and hangs out with humans. Not just some nobody farmer who could disappear in the corn field without anyone noticing, not the son who wastes his time on daydreams.

He craves praise so deeply. That's the big difference between Star and Papyrus, I think, because Papyrus is just so unapologetically himself, while Star... he starts spending more and more time with this mask of greatness he made himself. Because people like North Star. Not Starlo.

North Star is a real sheriff. Not Starlo.

North Star is the one who brings help and hope and fun to monsters. Not Starlo.

North Star is the one worthy of being appreciated. Not Starlo.

And like... he wants to be liked so badly. So much effort is put into making sure North Star is good enough that Starlo tends to assume people hate him. He assumes his parents hate his life choices (they don't; they're proud of him and know he cares), he assumes Clover will laugh at him when he shows his face to them (they don't; despite everything, it's still him), he assumes the reason he fell out with his friends is because he wasn't a good enough sheriff (he knows damn well it wasn't actually Clover's fault, he's not THAT stupid. But he's still desperately grasping at the last pieces of his shattered persona, so if he just works harder, if he does what a real sheriff does and captures this human, then everything will be alright, won't it?)

I really wish we could have gotten more insight on Starlo's relationships and personality before the whole Wild East thing consumed him. Ceroba and the Feisty Five say they miss the old Starlo, but we never really get to know who the old Starlo was. And I don't think he knows either.

Wake the hell up, Star. People started liking you before you were North Star. Go eat some corn and calm down.

Point is, the impostor syndrome goes hard and that's such a mood. He was supposed to be the cool and silly cowboy guy, what the fuck–

[writingjourney]

Better Than Your Hands | Terzo x f!Reader

You try not to wake your Papa when you come home but he's ever so perceptive as to what you're up to.

Content: 1.1k words, f!reader, smut (mild dom!terzo, caught masturbating, biting, teasing, p in v, light manhandling, unprotected, coming inside) 18+, MDNI

In a shocking twist of events I wrote my first Terzo smut, more as a practice than to share it but I was convinced by my friends. This is for @leezlelatch ♡

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The room is draped in deep shadows. A sliver of pale moonlight falls onto the sleeping man’s face, bare and soft without the edges of his paints, framed by his unkempt raven hair with silver streaks. He looks so peaceful like this, the reading glasses and his book safely resting on the nightstand. He sleeps in the same pose as always – on his back with one hand spread in the direction of your pillow. Only tonight his arms have nothing to curl around. 

For a moment you wish you would have come home earlier to see him reading. To have him read to you in Italian like most nights with your head on his pillowy chest. You have settled into a slower life these days and yet it is rare to see him so utterly relaxed. You’ve been wanting him all day, needing him, craving him, but you cannot bring yourself to wake him up so selfishly. 

Instead you tiptoe to the bathroom, tiptoe to your closet to find one of his shirts and then tiptoe over to your bed. You’re tired when you soundlessly slip beneath the blankets, exhausted after working so late tonight. You could fall asleep instantly, follow him into this peaceful state, if it weren’t for the persistent throbbing between your thighs.

You roll to your side, facing away from the sleeping man next to you. Your hand slides down your body, no time for gentle caresses as you shove it underneath the waistband of your panties. A soft sigh leaves your lips when you feel the wetness between your legs and you run your fingers through your folds, teasing your clit with every motion. As the friction finally provides some relief, your head falls back into the pillow. You start to rub slow but intense circles, heat slowly spreading in your body. It’s quick and messy but you think you can–

The mattress dips beneath you, a silent, unexpected quake that brings you to a stop as you try to make out any sounds that indicate whether he woke up or not. Before you can turn around a hand much broader than your own slides between your legs, cupping your own, and the strong forearm it’s attached to keeps you still.

“What do you think you are doing here, bella?” he purrs.

You shift uncomfortably, your cheeks heating up. “You were asleep when I got home.”

“Amore, you know you can always wake your Papa when you need him, eh?”

His second arm snakes underneath your body like a serpent, a firm hand spreading over your belly before he pulls you across the mattress and flush against him. One knee pushes between your legs until his thigh is pressed tightly against your wet cunt.

“Do you think I could ever be too tired to fuck you?” he asks. 

Encased by his warm body with his voice deep and his breath hot against your ear the only sound you can produce is a moan. Terzo pulls at your panties, pushing them down to your knees until he can line himself up from behind. His cock is already hard, like the mere sight of you pleasing yourself was enough to have him ready for you.

“Oh amore, not even the most vicious storm could keep me from you.” He pushes inside with a grunt, the tip of his cock sliding along your inner walls just so. “N-not even the most biblical of catastrophes.” Another inch, a slow, shallow roll of his hips. “No flood, no thunder, n-no hurricane.” He pulls back, then fills you up with one sharp thrust. “Not even Death himself.”

You keen, uselessly grabbing at the sheets. Terzo’s hand shoots up to grab your chin, angling it towards his mouth.

“Do you understand?” 

You nod as best as you can. His fingers dig into your jaw a little more tightly to keep it still. Words. “Yes, Papa.”

A soft kiss to your cheek. “Brava ragazza. Now I will show you what you almost missed.”

He rolls his hips again, letting go of your head to grab your thigh and use it for leverage. His pace picks up as he begins to fuck you, deep and precise thrusts that fill your whole body with pleasure. His own grunts echo in the quiet around you, intermingling with your desperate moans and whimpers.

“Did you think of me all day, bella?” he teases, slowing down as he rubs his nose along your shoulders. “Were you so desperate to have me that you couldn’t go to sleep without touching that sweet little pussy?”

You nod desperately, so fast your head bumps against his jaw.

“Words,” Terzo warns. “Tell your Papa how much you wanted him.”

“I wanted you all day,” you admit, squirming in his hold. “Thought about you in every meeting, even the one with Sister.”

You can feel him grinning against your shoulder blade before he gently bites the tender skin above. Still, he isn’t moving any faster, only gives you these slow, languid thrusts that drive you wild. Impatiently, you push back against him, fucking yourself against his cock, and his initial moan quickly turns into a distorted growl. His fingers dig into the soft meat of your hips before he loses his patience. With one swift roll he has you on your belly, teeth still stuck in your shoulder as he drives himself into you from behind again and again. Your cries are muffled by the pillow and the new angle brings you close to the edge within seconds. You can feel him so deep inside of you, his whole body weighing you down until all you can focus on is the heat in your lower belly. 

Terzo pushes his hand back between your bodies, leaning heavily on his other arm, and he hardly grazes your clit before you spasm around him. He groans when he feels you tightening, the orgasm a heavy crash of pleasure and relief. Terzo’s rhythm falters when he follows you, rolling his hips a few more times until he curses under his breath and eventually stills. His hair falls into his face until you can feel it tickling the skin of your neck and shoulder, all while his cock empties inside of you.

With two more lazy thrusts he prolongs both of your pleasure, fucking his come deeper into you while your body goes limp underneath him. He inhales sharply, humming against your ear before he pulls you both back onto your sides. His lips leave a soft trail of kisses over the bite on your shoulder, then up your neck until he can reach your jaw.

“Better than your hands, amore, hm?” he teases as his arms wrap tightly around you again.

You lean into his embrace, content and happy. “So much better.”

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed – kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated ♡

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[queenshelby]

MINI SERIES: THE SLAVE

PAIRING: TOMMY SHELBY X VIRGIN READER

WARNING: NON-CONSENSUAL LOSS OF VIRGINITY, CAPTURED READER, SLAVE READER, TOMMY GETTING OFF ON PAIN

NOTE: AGAIN THIS WAS A REQUEST AND I FELT A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE PUBLISHING IT...VERY DARK!

Just as he had promised, later that night and when you were already fast asleep following some serious exhaustion after what had transpired, Tommy entered your room at around one o'clock.

The soft glow of the moonlight illuminated his figure as he approached the bed where you laid sprawled out.

Without bothering to wake you, he took off his briefs and gave his cock a few strokes, causing it to stand tall and erect, before he gently climbed on to the bed.

He nestled his knees on either side of your waist, positioning himself directly above you. With one arm supporting his weight, he reached down to push your panties to the side, exposing your rather sore and swollen mound. 

The sensation startled you and you woke up with a jolt, gasping at the unexpected sensation of Tommy aligning his member with your torn hole.

"I am tired," you whined, squirming underneath him but your efforts proved futile as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them beside your head.

"Sshh," he hushed you, his warm breath caressing your ear. "You know that you are mine now, Love. And I'm going to use you however I please," Tommy said smugly, his cock throbbing against your sensitive entrance before, with one forceful thrust, he plunged himself into you.

You gasped, your body arching involuntarily in response to the renewed intrusion.

"Just relax," he growled, grinding himself against you, his erection burrowing deeper and deeper into your aching hole. "It's just going to be a quick fuck and then you can go back to sleep, eh?" Tommy whispered into your ear, his voice laced with lust.

"You know that my needs come first, don't you?" He said, his tone matter-of-factly, as he adjusted his position above you. The heat of his body radiated onto you, and you could smell the musky scent of his arousal.

"Don't worry, I am almost done," he murmured, his fingers digging into your hips as he began to thrust into you again. 

He thrust harder, his cock driving deeper into you with each movement.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "My beautiful little whore." Tommy's voice was husky, full of lust as he admired the way your body trembled beneath him. 

"You know that I can't resist your sweet little pussy, Love," he rasped, pulling out and thrusting back into you roughly. "All I can think about is getting my cock deeper inside you." he hummed, relishing the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of your body until, finally, with a loud groan, he exploded inside you, filling you up with his seed.

You gasped, your body shaking uncontrollably beneath him. This was your life now, serving a man who saw you as nothing more than a sex object.

As he climbed off of you, you could feel his cum trickling down your leg and onto the bedsheets. The smell of sex lingered in the air, and all you wanted to do was clean up and fall back asleep.

Despite exhaustion, you listened to his heavy footsteps recede down the hallway, the sound of them fading away until they vanished completely before you made your way to the bathroom. 

Washing yourself off in the shower, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions: shame, disgust, anger, fear, and resignation. Yet, you also discovered a newfound longing for release from this torment, a desperate wish for freedom from him.

"Maybe if I try to escape," you thought to yourself, "maybe if I run far enough away, he won't find me." But deep down, you knew the truth: he had power, influence, and connections. Escaping would be impossible. At least for now.

[fire-lizard-ro]

Aventurine angst/comfort

CW: spoilers for 2.1, Aventurine’s real name, talk of death/genocide, deep seated trauma, trying to heal from trauma, Aventurine's past, talk of slavery (his time as a slave), self loathing, esteem issues, talk of ego and sense of self, identity crisis???, a bit of a character study I think, meandering around because I cannot structure my thoughts whoopsie, there was a single Projecting Moment oops my b

Long post, so buckle up. I might add more later ehe-

No mentioned gender for reader.

Writing under the cut (SFW):

I had the sudden realization that Aven probably doesn’t know as much about the culture he lost as he’d like. Or at least as he’d secretly like to know. For years he was preoccupied with surviving and putting on a mask seared so deep into his ego that he might have forgotten those wishes were even there. But when the dust has settled, and his job is done? Once he’s “slipped the collar” and found his freedom? There’s… a lot less external noise to distract him from the noise inside.

It's just like he said. You must first fool yourself in order to fool everyone else. Aventurine must have tried his damnedest to forget the silly little wishes of Kakavasha. Those wishes needed to be buried in the dirt along with his name. They could never come true, so what was the use of having them in the first place? But that doesn’t stop the heart from yearning for the things it lost.

The longer he’s away from the stage, that place full of dazzling lights where it was always all eyes on him and he was always the circus act of balancing on a tight rope- always gambling on the knife’s edge between life and death… The more Kakavasha seems to remember what he used to dream of. It’s like the slow trickle of water from a crack in the tank.

Once he’s with you and he’s comfortable enough to tell you about his story… Once he’s given time to really trust you. The tank breaks and it’s like he’s a fish out of water, all of his “self” exposed under your gaze. It’s terrifying. But at the same time… healing. You’re his safe space. He’s never needed anyone to save him- that’s not what you are. You’re not some savior swooping in to save their damsel in distress. Sure, maybe it would have been nice had there been someone there for him back when he was just a scared child who had just lost everything he’d ever loved. But he fought, tooth and nail, for what he has now. Clawed his way out of the bodies that littered his past and wiped the blood from his mouth in order to finally gain his freedom. He doesn’t need someone to save him. Doesn’t need someone to fix him. But he loves you because you’re there to hold his hand while he finds his way to the end of the tunnel.

Nowadays he feels more Kakavasha and less like Aventurine. It's a struggle, because he doesn’t know if he should be Kakavasha.

Kakavasha was the name of the coward scared boy who could only run when his sister told him to run. Kakavasha was the name of a boy who lost everything and it was his fault. Kakavasha was the name of a boy made slave who was only seen as a pretty face and a tool it was all he was good for. Kakavasha was the name of a boy who could do nothing to save anyone all because of this damned blessing curse favor. Kakavasha was the name of a failure.

But he also didn't know if he was allowed to be Kakavasha.

Kakavasha was also a child who was untainted by the greed of life.

Kakavasha was an innocent child who knew how to trust people.

Kakavasha was allowed to want and to have. Kakavasha was loved.

Could he ever be loved? Having done what he'd done? Been what he'd been? Been who he'd been?

Was he Aventurine? Or was he Kakavasha?

Who was he, really?

Back then it was so noisy. He just wanted to cover his ears to shut out the screams and the voices of the people who wanted to use him and the chants of those who wanted to kill him-

But now all the noise was inside and he couldn't just cover his ears. It wouldn't help. It wouldn't stop these thoughts from running rampant in his head.

Sometimes it felt like Kavasha was a lifetime ago, detached from Aventurine when his mask he always wore took hold of him again. Both a helper and a jailer. He couldn't stop himself from falling into old habits.

But sometimes Kakavasha was all he could be. Remembering what his sister's smile looked like and how his mother's lullabies sounded and how his father's hugs felt.

Remembering how those last hugs felt and those last goodbyes weren't supposed to come so soon.

Remembering what it felt like to be chained up like some unruly pet dog and what it felt like to kill a man.

Remembering what how it felt to bury his past and his name and his family and everything else he ever loved and become a new person.

Remembering what it felt like and what it took to become Aventurine.

With time, your encouragement and support, and some self reflection (and likely some therapy)... He slowly allows himself these things.

But it gets worse before it gets better.

He learned how to hate himself long before he had the notion that he could love himself.

He learned to love others before he learned to love himself.

He gives away all the love he cannot give himself. To you

(There's the projection help- THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE FUCKING HOUSE-)

With time he learns that he is not the sum of his actions. He can be loved. He IS loved.

You help him find what things researchers have managed to scrounge up from the remains of his people's home- from Sigonia. What they recorded even while they were still around. He sifts through painful memories to find the good ones. Remembers the once forgotten feeling of his people's language in his mouth. Teaches you all the curse words first just for fun but doesn't tell you what they actually mean. Gives you a nickname in that pretty mother tongue of his. Murmurs stories and sweet nothings in your ears while you fall asleep on his chest, the rumble of his voice and the beating of his heart lulling you to sleep.

You help him regain some of what he lost. You stayed and weathered the storm with him. You didn't leave and you made him realize with eyes wide open that you love him. That he's worthy of being loved by you. That being worthy was never even a question in the first place.

And he can never thank you enough for it.

His shoulder to lean on, his hand to hold, his ear to listen.

He is Kakavasha and he loves you.

[veeisdunn]

hi, hope youre doing well.

you said you would love to start writing again, and i just have this comforting thought with tommy as reader's brother

(tw: sh, scars, suicide ideation)

just, accomplishing a milestone of being clean, you look back at your scars, and stracing them with your fingertips. hmm, and maybe tommy keeps up with his promise of getting some air with him, at least once a week, and you catch up. i can see him noticing you strace onto them, and he does the same, and his genuine and loving brotherly side comes through. he tells you he loves you and is proud of you, just thankful for you <33

you can see this as a request or a prompt to write about, but you could also just see this as sharing tommy shelby brotherly love to his sibling <3 much love

Milestones

Tommy Shelby x sister!reader

I'm back!! Genuinely didn't think anyone would give a shit about my extended hiatus but I've been proven wrong. I'm going to be working through my requests so if you've requested, just know it's coming!! Thank you so much for the support and all the kind words, hopefully I haven't lost whatever kind of writing spark I may or may not have had...

To the lovely human who requested this, I really hope you especially enjoy it!!

warning: talks of self harm, description of self harm scars, mentions of suicidal ideation

WC: 2.2K

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"No, look, as much as I'd love to come and watch you get the shit beaten out of you, I already have plans, Arthur." Tommy argues, hunched over the dining room table with a mess of papers.

"You and your fucking plans, Tommy." Arthur calls out, with an undertone of amusement, as he trudges out of the room.

You pass Arthur, your oldest brother, in the corridor, waltzing down with a skip in your step.

"What's got you so excited, love?" he chuckles

You smile and shake your head "Nothing much, don't get yourself killed tonight Arthur, okay?"

"Full of smart ideas, you are, eh?" He rests his weathered hand on your shoulder for a second and gives it a reassuring squeeze, "It's nice to see you happy again, Y/N." He smiles sincerely. You beam back.

"I'm just going to see Tommy" you explain

"Ah, well don't get disappointed, love, he has plans."

"They're with me." you admit, giddily

Arthur pretends to be deeply offended by this, "Tommy! I went in the fucking trenches with you, and now you're missing my fight to spend time with Y/N?!" he shouts back into the dining room

"Oh I'm sure Y/N could have been in France if she were old enough, she wouldn't have complained nearly as much as you." Tommy yells back.

You giggle and kiss Arthur on the cheek to wish him good luck before bidding him farewell.

When you walk in the dining room, you get the impression that Tommy is knee deep in some kind of bureaucratic nonsense, his papers scattered across the mahogany wood. Part of you expects him to tell you to leave - but he defies your pessimistic expectations.

"Right, let's go." He announces, slapping his knees and turning away from his work. You raise your eyebrows, as if to say "we don't have to go" but he ignores this and leads you from the room. He strides down the cavernous corridors of Arrow House while you nearly have to run just to keep up.

"Tommy…" you whine, trying to get him to slow down. He just laughs and walks faster.

You sigh, "Tommy!" you shout, frustrated. Instead of responding, he starts to run.

"Thomas Shelby!" you shout again, giggling as you kick off your wedge heels and run barefoot after him.

Eventually, you catch up with him at the front door. "Glad you could join me, Y/N!" Your brother teases as he puts on his coat. You roll your eyes and slide your shoes back on, slipping into your own coat.

The pair of you stroll down the sinuous path leading away from the house and into rolling fields. Tommy lights a cigarette and takes a long puff, unintentionally hitting you in the face with a cloud of smoke. He sees this and wordlessly slows down to walk on the other side of you. You admire how your brother can be so careless and thoughtful at the same time. You grin and look down at the path in front of you sheepishly.

This never gets old - you're weekly walks with Tommy. A couple of hours where you could both forget about the world around you and simply enjoy eachothers' company. You'd been reflecting on the past six months a lot recently, and today was finally the day you could proclaim you were six months clean from self-harm.

The routine started by mistake - around when you were found out. You were terrified, and rightly so. How could your family possibly understand this? They'd all done their fair share of bad things, but this? What you couldn't see was the complex cocktail of emotions your family was experiencing. Tommy, in particular, was infuriated with himself. The pair of you had always had a special connection, but then he found out you were suffering silently, hurting yourself, and you refused to confide in anyone. That's where the walks came in. Your brother was sick of watching you wallow inside the four walls of your bedroom, he practically had to drag you out. Knowing you were completely alone with Tommy helped you to open up - as he'd suspected, the house was suffocating you.

"I do this a lot. When I need to clear my head, I come out here and I watch the birds. Sometimes, if I'm really angry, I shoot them. But, you're not the violent type, eh? That's why this is so concerning to me"

"You know, Tommy, I never wanted to hurt anyone." you begin to sob, "I… I just have so many horrible thoughts, but I don't want to tell people, because they aren't nice to hear."

"Can I tell you something, Y/N? I am hurt."

Hearing this, you widen your eyes and your heart sinks. This was your worst fear, the reason you'd been taking things out on yourself in the first place.

"I'm hurt, Y/N. I'm hurt because I haven't been around enough for you. And I'm hurt because you're hurting. I don't want either of us to be in pain anymore, don't you?"

You never really had the words to express to Tommy how much that conversation meant to you. After hearing him, you made a vow to yourself that this would all stop. The only emotion you had which was stronger than your misery was your love for your family. You couldn't bear to stand them suffering.

You never really had to tell Tommy how much the conversation had helped you. You made it apparent through your actions - after a week had dragged by, you found yourself knocking tentatively on Tommy's office door again, feeling like a scared child.

"Tommy, can we please go on another walk? I want to talk."

He felt both relieved but also rather smug after that day - Tommy had cracked the code. He also grew to find this time beneficial for himself as well. When he was out alone with you, he wasn't 'Thomas Shelby, the criminal-soldier turned politician'. He was just Tommy.

" - Y/N? Are you even listening?" Tommy's gruff voice cut through your daydream

"yeah, mhm, of course" you reply, slightly flustered

"right so what's your answer, yes or no?"

Fuck. Yes is good… usually? Right? But this is Tommy, he could be asking anything. Maybe a no would be better - chances are Tommy is scheming something dangerous, and you should probably be the voice of reason.

"No, Tommy." You say with false confidence

"No? You don't want me to take a week off to spend time with you once your classes are over?" He chuckles

"Shit, no, yes! Yes I do! That sounds lovely, Tommy, really." you splutter desperately while he continues to smile.

"You weren't listening, love, weren't you?"

"No…" you whine, "Sorry…"

He lets out a soft laugh. "Well, if I have a ramble about some stuff, do you think you could listen to me?"

—

" …and then he told me that the cabinet don't see any of this as a priority anyway" Tommy sighed, finishing his rant which explained the mountains of paperwork he was buried in.

You don't have any advice to give, politics isn't one of your expertise, afterall. You rest your head on his shoulder and hum, as if to say "I hear you, [insert meaningful political statement here]" - or something like that.

He hums back, as if you're two birds in a song. You are both huddled under a willow tree, watching the sun set over the sown fields of the estate. Tommy treasures these moments in particular - you both sat in comfortable silence, breathing in the soft country air. He took comfort in the peaceful nature of your breathing, and how your silky hair tickled his neck with each exhale.

Your fingers absentmindedly found their way to your wrist, the memories of pain you held being particularly potent on this anniversary. You gently traced over the bumpy skin, you'd gotten used to this feeling - most people would probably hate having such shredded, scarred skin but you much preferred it to bleeding. Feeling the scars reminded you of how far you'd come, seeing that many of them were no longer red and angry reminded you that you were healing.

As Tommy put out his cigarette, he caught sight of your fingers caressing your wrist. Thinking about it made his heart sink - it had been awhile since you'd both spoken about it, and it had been even longer since he'd actually seen your wrists.

You'd had an awful day at school; you teacher had chastised you in front of the entire class for an essay you'd turned in late. You'd been clean about a month and you were struggling to keep it that way. You weren't expecting any of your close family to be around Small Heath, so you stormed through the front door and up the stairs, throwing your leather satchel of books across the room. You then went under your bed to search for your emergency box - containing a blade and some bandages. You weren't actually sure if you were going to use it, but you wanted the option.

That's how Tommy found you. He'd heard the noise, you'd have to be deaf not to. He let himself in your room and was greeted with the sight of you on the floor in tears, a blade in your hand.

He scrambled down to the floor and snatched the blade from your hand, putting it in his pocket. "Hey, Y/N, Y/N, look at me, okay?" He said frantically. You looked up at him with your glazed eyes and said nothing, paralyzed in fear. He wasted no time in rolling your sleeves up to check your wrists. He sighed a breath of relief to see only pinkish lines and scabs - no fresh cuts.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again, alright?" He wheezed to get his breath back, before engulfing you in a tight hug.

That was five months ago, and those dark, angry scars had lightened to create a cluster of white lines on your wrist. He moves his hand closer to yours, "may I?" he asks, gesturing to your wrist. You nod, not really sure what else to say. His touch on your scars sends shivers through your body. He raises his eyebrows at your reaction.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it just feels weird."

He sighs and rhythmically runs his fingers across the bumps on your skin.

"They look better" he speaks in a low, tender voice

"it's been six months"

"six months today?"

You nod. Tommy cracks a wide smile, expelling the tension in the air. He takes his hand from your wrist and slings his arm firmly around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"You never cease to amaze me, Y/N, you know that, right?"

You blush and look down at your lap. He puts his free hand under your chin and gently guides your eyes to meet his.

"I know you get embarrassed hearing it, but I'm so proud of you Y/N, I'm so proud." Tommy speaks with a kind and earnest tone.

You scrunch your eyebrows, not wanting to take his love, "But most people never hurt themselves in the first place, Tom."

"Don't lessen your achievements, you aren't most people, Y/N. I don't care what they've all done or not done, I can bet you've fought harder than all of em" He says lovingly, squeezing your shoulder.

You can't argue with that, you have fought like hell to get to where you are.

"And, Y/N, I don't think I say it enough, but I love you. I love everything about you, even the parts of yourself that you don't like. I love all of you." Tommy's voice is quiet, almost as if he's whispering to you. You lift your hand up to your face and wipe away some stray tears.

"No, no, c'mere Y/N" he protests, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing your cheeks tenderly. This just makes you cry even more, your head collides with his chest as you try to calm your tears. Tommy wraps his arms around you and rocks you gently, resting his chin on your head.

"It's just - I just love you so much Tommy, but I don't think I show you enough and then… and then I feel so bad because I feel like I look ungrateful for everything you do for me but I'm so grateful Tom, and I just don't know how to show people that I care." You cry, you're angry at yourself, tears still flowing down your cheeks.

"Y/N? just take a breath, okay? Take a deep breath" Tommy reminds you, resting his hands on your shoulders, pressing his forehead against yours, "Just breathe, alright?"

You follow his words and take a shaky breath.

"You know, you're the last person who should be worrying about that kind of thing. You don't have to announce your love for people every day, you're actions speak louder than your words, love. You're a good person, you do everything with good intentions, and it's clear as day how much you care about everyone around you. I don't know many people who care as much as you do, Y/N." Tommy smiles, looking you in the eyes.

You smile, a few tears still falling. You sniffle.

"I love you, Tom."

"I love you… more." he smirks

"We are not having this argument again."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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[diejager]

Honestly i would die for Capitano smut in some kind of hot springs or ice bath

Hot, Steamy session

Il Capitano smut

Cw: shameless smut, hot spring smut, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, aftercare.

Note: not proofread, I'm working on writing better smut so eh-, Minors DNI - not that I can stop you, but just a warning.

Wc: 915

Warmth was rarely - never - used to describe the barren ice lands of Snezhnaya and its white winters. You, however, were at the height of warm, body sweating and burning with heat in the hot spring built within the castle walls. Artificial springs that Il Dotore made from pure curiosity and the need to bathe in muscle-loosening water. Very few were built outside the palace, other than the Harbingers' own place, it was a luxury very few could rejoice. Especially for someone of your status, a regular soldier working under the esteemed Il Capitano.

Bent over the heated rock flooring, your trembling hands searched the hot padding for a grip, to stabilize yourself from each snap of Capitano's hips. Fingers scratching at the floor, you bucked into his thrusts, mewls and Capitano's name flowing through your lips like a mantra. His only reply was a growl-like grunt, his calloused hands - marred with hours of battle - kept you in place as his cock drove into you and prodded at the gummy walls. His deep and hard pace - unlike his usually fast one - sent shivers upon shivers down your spine, pleasure bursting from every thrust he gave with loud slapping. The slashing water did little to mask the sound and smell of sex, squelching, moaning, grunting and growling; the hot air only made it amazing, irresistible to your urges - his and yours. The lewd squelches that you made when he pulled back, leaving his reddened, leaking cockhead inside your pulsing heat before slamming back with a harsh buck that left you leaking with arousal. Repeating the same every time and made sure that the curve of his cock would meticulously hit the spot that made your eyes roll back and mouth gape with stimulation.

You wished you could see his face, gaze into the eyes that hid under the cloak of darkness, caress his face and hold him in a soft embrace. He solemnly let people see his face, even you, who had only seen him without a mask once or twice. You were mesmerized and pulled deep into the dark pools that stared coldly at people, how they would shine adoringly at you. Whenever you tried turning your head and peer up at him, with want in your eyes, Capitano would lean down and whisper orders into your ear, telling you to stare ahead or down. Whine all you want, but he stood for his commands and so would you. All you could see - feel - was his raven locks cascading down his face and beside your face, his hands on your body and the smack of his balls against your clit.

"C-Capitano- fuck- fuck it feels good-," you managed between all the intelligible words you spewed.

He fucked quietly, mind keen on undoing you, making sure you'd come back for more after your cock-drunk session in his personal hot spring. Being the more vocal one, babbling sentences of nonsense as Capitano kept his composure between the harsh thrust that rocked into you with mind-numbing pleasure, made your cheeks burn brightly, all hot and bothered. He prioritized your pleasure over him, he always did. It made your heart flutter each time you snuck away for a heated session.

You gasped for air, feeling the telltale signs of an orgasm - a strong one. Your legs shook beneath you, hips bucking hastily to Capitano's pace to run after the tightening knot in your groin and the heat of it. He could feel it, the way your gummy walls gripped his hardened shaft, trying to suck him deeper - if it were possible - and milk him of all he could give. A low groan fell from his lips, a hand leaving your hip to push your shoulders down to do the impossible, he drove deeper than he currently was, to shape your leaky cunt into the size and girth of his cock, too wide for any other and tight enough for him to feel the soft touch of your heat. You arched your back to his request, face hidden between your arms as your eyes rolled back in the instance your whole body shook, racking in the heavenly feel of an orgasm.

"' M cumming-!" you slurred, drooling from the mouth and screaming his name.

Capitano grunted, rutting into you, nudging your pulsing cervix as he came, filling you with his hot cum. Grinding slowly, he pushed his cum deeper as he whispered filthy words in your ear. Promises of knocking you up; promises of fucking you dumb afterwards; promises of making you come over, and over, and over again. You whimpered, body slack under him as he eased his softening cock out of you. He hummed approvingly as he peered at you, memorizing the image of your limp body before him, his cum seeping out with thighs covered in your sleek and hips and waist marred with his hands, brutish blues and purples mixing with your burning skin.

He pulled you up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he pushed your face into his dark locks, not letting you see his face. He held you against his warm chest, your legs tucked securely in his other arm as he stepped away from the spring, cool air meeting your bodies as you left the steamy, outdoor pool. You felt at ease within his gentle embrace, eyes closing with a drowsy sigh that promised sleep.

"Rest, you did well, (Name)."

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Taglist: @kitto-lover

[hypersomnia-insomniac]

A First Kiss (1.3k)

Characters: x Chifuyu; ft. Mikey and Draken

CW: mild cursing; mention of minor wounds; cringe

Synopsis: Reader kisses Chifuyu's wounds after a battle and the embarrassment that follows.

Reader: GN

can fight; used to be from an opposing gang

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“Y/n!” Chifuyu called. “You alright?”

You smile as he grasps your face, turning it in his hands. You giggle as you gently pull his hands away from your face. “I’m alright. Nothing serious,” you say. He frowns as his eyes study your bruised eye and chin. “Besides,” you say, a smug grin spreading across your face, “you should see the other guys. Aaaand, compared to how damaged your face is, this is nothing.” Your expression turns solemn as you run your fingers gently over his warm cheek, tilting his face to see how badly his face was cut. Blood dripped from his temple and his lip. You sigh.

You understood how much Toman mattered to Chifuyu and wanted to do everything to help, even if that meant following him onto the battlefield. Still, it’d be nice if you didn’t have to worry about patching your boyfriend up all the time. 

As you rummage through your thigh bag for medical supplies, Chifuyu pouts. “Still…” he mutters, “I’m supposed to protect you.” He knew you were completely capable of defending yourself; after all, your first meeting consisted of you beating the shit out of some delinquents picking on a cat. However, that didn’t stop him from fawning over you as if you were made of glass.

“Hold still Fuyu,” you order as you dab his wounds with antiseptic wipes, too absorbed in treating him to notice his mumbling. You frown as he winces. “I know, sorry. It’s better than letting your cuts get infected.”

“I’d feel better if you kissed my wounds.” Chifuyu thinks to himself. He knows you aren’t the type to show PDA, but he can’t stop himself from wishing. After all, you’re just so damn cute when you’re focusing. 

“It’s fine. I’m used to it now,” he says, still pouting. “You patch me up better than I ever could anyways.”

You beam at the compliment, a wide smile spreading across your face. You giggle, “I’m pretty damn good, aren’t I?” As you apply the last plasters to his face, trying not to cause him any more pain than he was already in, a thought pops into your head. When it came to bandaging your brother and those of your old gang, you prioritized efficiency and speed over the comfort of your patient. Being the only medic in a field of groaning teenagers with sirens blaring in the distance tends to fill one with a strong enough sense of urgency to ignore any of your patients’ complaints. That being said, Chifuyu wasn’t your brother nor a friend. He was Fuyu, your incredibly sweet and handsome boyfriend who deserved the utmost special treatment.

With that sentiment in mind, you had previously asked Yuzuha for tips on how to minimize pain while treating someone since she treated Hakkai’s wounds when they were younger.

“You’re asking for Chifuyu right?” the strawberry blonde asked, grinning at your flushed face. 

“I- No! I just want to do things differently than my old gang.”

“Hmmm, honestly they’re just happy to be getting treated. For a bunch of idiots who get hurt all the time, not too many know how to properly take care of their wounds,” she says. Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “Well, if you really want to make Chifuyu feel better, you could always kiss his wounds better.”

“Ki-Kiss?!” you question, blushing at the idea.

Back to the present day, you repeat the word in your head. “Kiss. Kissing Fuyu. Mhm. Kissing Fuyu, my boyfriend. Yep. Yep. I got this. This is fine.” Grabbing the nape of his neck, you pulled him down as you pepper his face with light kisses. “That better?” you ask, doing your best to maintain composure. Chifuyu jumps backwards, his face turning a bright red. “Eh- Eh??? What’s wrong?” you question, surprised at his sudden jerk. A million thoughts run through your head. Did I overstep? Am I moving too fast?? Is he uncomfortable??? Does my breath stink????

From behind you, Draken lets out a loud whistle. “Wow, Y/n. That’s pretty ballsy!” The other members of Toman also begin to get rowdy, laughing and poking fun at the situation. “You sure got yourself a strong partner, Chifuyu! I hope my girlfriend is as upfront as Y/n! Lucky you, Chifuyu!”

Your ears turned a cherry-red as you realized all of Toman was looking at you. “Wh- WAIT. WAIT WAIT. DR-DRAKEN!” you yell, running up to your vice-commander. You slap his arm, trying to explain yourself, “I swear! I- I didn’t mean to. I just-”

“Heeeh, you’re saying you didn’t mean to kiss Chifuyu? How could you steal his first kiss and then double back? Never thought you’d be such a casanova, Y/n-chin.” You turn to see Mikey standing behind you with a wide grin.

“Th-That’s not- Uh- I didn’t-” Unable to handle anymore embarrassment, your face burning, you let out a yell and take off towards the exit of the park. You had never run from a strong opponent or a fight with odds stacked against you, and yet here you were sprinting off all because of someone you liked. 

“Ah! Y/n-chin is trying to run away! Don’t let them escape!” Mikey yells out laughing, as he takes off to chase you.

“JUST LET ME WALLOW IN MY EMBARRASSMENT!” you yell, looking back to see Mikey attempting to tackle you. Suddenly the floor disappears beneath your feet as Draken grabs the back of your uniform, hoisting you into the air. “Lemme gooo! Mikey-san. I’ll buy you dorayaki everyday for a week. Just let me go!”

“No can do, Y/n,” Mikey says with a smile. Since watching Takemichi bawling in front of Hinata, nothing was more sweet than watching his friends making a fool of themselves for love. 

Unable to free yourself from Draken’s grip, you're helpless as he places you in front of Chifuyu. You both stare at each other, faces flushed. Normally, you’d be laughing at your boyfriend’s pink ears and flushed expression, but all you can do is fiddle with the end of your sleeve, averting his gaze.

After what seems like an eternity, he calls your name. “Y/n…” Chifuyu whispers as he steps closer to you, pulling you gently towards him. 

“Fuyu,” you say in a small voice, “sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I- I wasn’t-”

“S’alright,” he reassures, brushing your hair out of your face. “Y/n. Y/n look at me… please?” He places his hand under your chin, tilting your head upwards. You look up at him, his blond hair blowing gently in the wind. Small pools of tears well in your eyes, your face burning with embarrassment. “Ya know,” he says as he clears his throat, “I was actually planning on making a move today. You beat me to it.” Chifuyu smiles as he grabs your waist, pulling you into him. Cupping your face in his warm hand, he plants a firm, but gentle kiss on your lips. His face lingers in front of yours, his warm breath tickling your face. “By the way, you never actually kissed me on the lips.”

“H-huh?” you say, still dizzy from the adrenaline.

“You only kissed my cheeks. I stole your first kiss,” he said, a proud grin on his face. 

Your hand slaps over your mouth as you try to hold in your laugh, you wonder what manga he stole that line from. Small giggles leave your mouth as you intertwine your fingers with his.

“It’s not stealing if I wanted you to have it, Fuyu~” You plant another kiss on his lips before pulling him towards his bike. “Now, let’s go eat. I'm starving.”

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Author's note:

Finally, I have mustered up the courage to post. I implore you, roast me. I am too embarrassed to seek feedback from anyone in my real life, so if you have any critiques, I am more than willing to hear them. If you have any suggestions or scenarios, let me know.

[jeankluv]

Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Chapter I: The new girl

Words count: 3,8k

Warnings: none(?)

Notes: this is inspired by one of my fav books, it will be a multiple part story, I still don’t know how many but please enjoy. Sorry if there are any mistakes English is not my first language.

Materialist || Next chapter →

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You still didn’t know what you were doing in that place, it was freezing, isolated and without any coverage. But you need it, you need to be away from everyone you knew, you need to find yourself and leave those toxic thoughts and people.

You took a deep breath and looked at the map, the house you were going to be staying, it was far from the station, really far.

“Shit…” You said under your breath. “I really booked the most isolated house in the whole town, didn’t I?”

You sighed and started walking, carrying your bags. Despite the freezing weather there was no snow, so you were grateful for it or else you wouldn’t make it to the house.

There wasn’t a single soul in the streets, you could understand why, the weather was freezing. You should’ve called a taxi or a Uber, although it was probably impossible there were any around here. You kept walking, making small stops to catch your breath. It was until a car passed you by and slowed down parking a few meters away from you. You froze, you have seen enough crime documentaries and films to know how this works. The man that got out started walking towards you, waving his hand. Before reaching for you, he slipped and fell to the ground.

“Eh?” You let out.

“Auch!” The man sat and started sobbing his head. “Always the same…”

“You okay?” You said without moving. Holding strongly to your suitcase, just in case you need it to throw in his direction and run away.

The man then stood and started walking towards you. I’m going to die, y/n you have to react! He is much bigger than you but you are faster!

“Young lady! My name is Rosinante, I’m a police officer in the town!” He said, once he was close enough.

A police officer? Dressed like that? You thought about looking at his clothes. He was wearing a heart shirt and… a dark red hood with two heart-like shapes hanging?

“Oh! I know I don’t look like one but here, look!” He said showing his license, he really was a police officer. “Sorry if I scared you! But I was going back home from my shift and I saw you carrying those suitcases with you. Where are you heading to, young lady?”

“It doesn’t matter… Now, if you let me I would like to keep going, sir.” You said starting to walk.

“I can take you. It seems like we are heading in the same direction!” He smiled.

You were really hesitant, could you really trust him? But the sun was already setting and you were still far from the rented house, so it could be a good option to accept his offer, besides he didn’t look like a bad guy.

“Okay… thank you, sir.” You said.

He took one of the suitcases and started walking to his car. “Please call me Corazon or Cora-san. I’m not that old to be called sir.”

You simply nodded. Corazon? Is it because of all the hearts in his shirt?

“You don’t talk too much eh?” He said once both of you were in the car. “What’s your name?”

“No sorry, I’m just tired… my name is y/n.” You smiled.”

“Nice name and tell me y/n, what are you doing in this small town?”

“Getting away from everything, I guess.” You really didn’t want to talk your head hurt and you didn’t want to bother a stranger about your personal problems.

You just wanted to get in a bed and sleep for the next 24 hours at least, your body was exhausted after traveling so much.

“You came to the perfect place then.” He smiled. “This has to be one of the most remote places on earth. Getting away from the busy and fast life of the big cities will be easy here.”

You wished it was only getting away from that type of life but it was much more than that. He didn’t say a word after that, you guessed he understood that you didn’t want to talk about it, so he stayed silent.

“You’re staying in the house that is in front of the beach right? The old lady that used to live there moved back with one of her sons and now it’s for rent, so I guess you will be staying there.” He spoke after a couple of minutes.

“Yeah…” You simply responded.

“That’s great! We will be neighbors!” He said. You gave him a small smile.

The trip continued for a couple of more minutes, until he stop on the side of the road. You looked outside the window and saw the same house that you found on the website when you were searching for a place to stay. Corazon helped you getting your suite cases from his car and take them to the door of the house.

“Thank you, for helping me.”

“Don’t mention it, now that we are neighbors you can come and ask for anything. If I’m not at my home, I will probably be at the police station.” He said placing the suite case in the floor.

“Thank you again Corazon.” You smiled at him.

“Alright y/n! It was nice to meet you! I hope we can get a long.” He smiled.

You both said goodbye and you entered your new house. You took a deep breath, you were exhausted and the house felt so cold, not only for the fact that outside there was probably five degrees and inside there must be like ten or so but because everything looked so empty and lonely.

You sighed, at search for a heater or something to warm the house. You looked around but you couldn’t find anything, there was only a chimney but you didn’t know how it worked.

“Shit…” You murmured.

You opened your suite and took a jersey from it and took one of the blankets that you found in the house. You covered yourself with it and prepared a tea, there wasn’t almost anything in the house. Tomorrow you need to go to the town and buy food. But for now, you could only drink that tea and go to sleep.

You were exhausted, so falling asleep that day wasn’t difficult and almost after throwing yourself into the bed you fell completely asleep. It wasn’t until the next morning you woke up with the sound of someone banging on your door. You looked around, a bit confused after sleeping so much. Checking the clock you saw it was ten in the morning. You drag your feet to the entrances and look who was outside, it was Corazon dressed in his police outfit.

You opened the door and greeted him. “Good morning Corazon.”

“Good morning y/n! Did you sleep well?” He smiled at you.

“I did, thank you again for yesterday.”

“Stop thanking me. I’m here because I’m on my way to the town and I assumed that you would need to stop by the supermarket. So if you want I'll take you there.”

“Oh! But you probably need to go to work, I can go on my own. So please don’t worry.”

“Y/n, if I’m offering it’s because I can and I want, so please don’t worry.”

You considered his offer for a moment, it would really help if someone could bring you closer to the town, you knew there was a bus but it passed every hour, you had discovered it the hard way when you arrived at the station yesterday. It is true that you could wait for it to happen again but Corazon really seemed determined to take you. So you nodded and told him yes, he told you that he would wait for you outside while you got ready, so you went to get ready quickly, you didn't want to make him wait too long either.

You cleaned up and put on something a little warm, you really didn't know if you were going to be able to get used to that climate at some point. When you decided to come here it was because of the beautiful beach and the tranquility that seemed to exist, not because of the cold and winter had not yet arrived, so you were really afraid of what winter would be like in this place.

You left the house and saw that Corazon was already in his car. You got in it and Corazon started the car to go to town. The trip to the town was quiet, Corazon told you about the town so you could get to know it better, she also told you that you could go to the police station if you had any problems.

"This may be very nosy of me, but do you plan to look for a job in town?"

“Oh… yes, I have money saved but it will eventually run out, so if I would like to look for a job. Do you know any place that is looking for a worker?” You turned your face, looking at him.

He stood there for a moment without saying anything. “Mmmm… I think the restaurant of the town might be looking for a new waitress. You could ask the owner, Zeff, if they need a new worker.”

“I will, thank you for your help Corazon.”

“Do not mention it and I know I already told you but if you need anything, you can always come to the police station.” He stopped the car, you already arrived at the center of the town. “If I’m not in the police station you can either ask for Sengoku or in the hospital ask for my son, Law. But don’t worry, everyone is really nice around here, I’m sure you will get along really well.” He smiled.

“I will keep it in mind. Now I will go and start exploring the town.” You joke. “Thank you for the ride. I will see you around.” You said leaving the car.

“Bye bye y/n!” He said and left with the car.

You looked around, Corazon left you in the center of the town where most shops were, well actually the few shops. You decided to do the necessary shopping first and then go to the restaurant to ask if they needed people. You entered what seemed to be a supermarket, the establishment was relatively empty, you knew that few people lived in the town but it was also quite early, so it was normal that it was almost empty. You began to look and take what is necessary to start in your new "home". The people who came across you greeted you, almost as they had known you all their lives, Corazon was really right. With what you need already in the car, you paid for everything and left the establishment. Time had passed faster than you expected as you went from store to store, buying what you needed, until you arrived at the restaurant that Corazon had mentioned, the only one in town. You entered it, finding yourself in a cozy environment full of noise.

“OI SANJI!!! I WANT MORE MEAT!” You heard someone screaming from the other side of the restaurant.

“Give me a damn minute!” A blonde guy who was serving responded.

“You’re too slow stupid cook” Was a green haired guy who talked this time.

The blonde guy stopped what he was doing and turned around to face the guy. “What did you say stupid bastard!”

You watched them as they fought, wondering what to do, everything was so crowded and everyone there seemed busy at the moment.

“Excuse me.” You approached one of the people there. “Do you know anyone named Zeff?”

“Zeff? Yeah he…” But the person was cut out before ending the sentence.

“Hello beautiful lady.” The blonde guy from earlier appeared right next to you, making you jump. “My ask, my lady, why are you looking for that old man?”

“I was told that they might need people to work here, so I’m looking for him.”

Before the blonde guy could speak and an old man appeared from inside the kitchen, he was told that he had a long mustache.

“Sanji, stop bothering the young lady.” The old man told the blonde guy, Sanji sighed and murmured something for himself while the old man approached both of you. “I’m Zeff. So you want to work with us?”

You nodded. “Yes I just moved in and I’m looking for a job. I was told that you might have a job for me here.”

“Yes we have a place for you, since this little bastard is always getting distracted.” He pointed at the blonde guy named Sanji. “Your help would be very useful.”

“Thank you so much sir.”

“Please call me just Zeff. Would you like to stay for a bit and see how things work around here? Don’t worry I will be paying you if you stay.” He joked.

“Oh yeah, of course. I would like to start as soon as I can.”

“Alright, Sanji, teach the new girl how things work out here and when your friends leave, come inside to show her everything.” Sanji nodded. “And don't flirt with her, you understand?”

“Yes old man.” He said with a sigh.

“You know I will kick your ass if she mentions feeling uncomfortable or anything right?” Sanji looked in another direction ignoring Zeff. “By the way, I haven’t asked you your name.”

“It’s y/n.”

“Well y/n welcome here.” He said and left, leaving you with Sanji.

“Well my lady.” He turned to look at you with the biggest smile on his face. “Come with me, I will show you around this shitty place.”

Sanji started to show you around, how the things worked there, he also showed you the kitchen, where you had the opportunity to meet the rest of the workers.

“You’re the only waitress here?” You asked him when both of you got out of the kitchen.

“Yes, I’m actually a chef but most of the time I’m out here working as a waitress. Weekends are busier since a lot of people come to spend their days near the sea, but now that you’re here my lady, everything will be easier.” He smiled.

You were about to respond when an orange haired girl spoke. “Sanji, stop flirting with everyone you see, the poor girl will end up running away.”

“It’s okay… don’t worry.” You looked at her.

“Please don’t be so polite.” She smiled at you. “I’m Nami. And these two are Luffy and Zoro.” She pointed at the two boys behind her, you recognize them as the loud boy screaming for meat and as the green haired boy that was fighting with Sanji earlier.

“HI!! You’re new in town right?!” The black haired guy said with a bright smile. “I’m Luffy, let’s be friends alright?”

His energy was overwhelming and his smile was so calm and heartwarming.

“Luffy, you will scare her.” Nami told her friend. “Sorry for that, he is always full of energy.”

“I can see but it’s nice. Nice to meet you Luffy.” You smiled at him.

The particular group chatted with you for a few minutes, mainly Luffy and Nami spoke, the green haired guy named Zoro, only said a few words. Nami mentioned that you needed to meet the rest of the gang and join them from time to time since you were new in the town. They all made you feel welcomed. The three of them said their goodbyes and left, leaving you and Sanji to clean and work for the rest of the missing day

“Where do you leave y/n? It’s already getting dark outside so I could…”

“Don’t worry Sanji, I will take the bus. Don’t worry.” You told him.

Sanji nodded and you both said goodbye, you went to the bus stop to go back home. Unlike your hometown, the bus stop did not indicate what time the next bus would pass. So you sat in the seat to wait for the only bus that took you home to pass. The minutes began to pass when you noticed that you hadn't taken your shopping bags and your bag with your keys and everything were in the restaurant. You cursed yourself and ran back to the restaurant, but as you feared, it was already closed.

You tried to call, hoping that someone was inside and that they would open it for you, but nothing, there was no answer.

“This has to be a joke…” You whispered. “Fuck!”

How was it possible that whenever things seemed to be going well, everything would break down and go to shit? You didn't want to upset Corazon, but in those moments he was your only option and salvation. Hopefully he was still at the police station. With heavy feet you headed for the police station, trying to think of how you would tell Corazon that you had been clueless enough to leave all your belongings in the restaurant.

“Are you going to go in?” A deep voice spoke behind you.

You turned to see a tall, dark-haired young man. Waiting for you to step aside so he could pass and enter the station.

“Oh… yes. Actually, do you work here? I’m looking for Corazon? He told me I could find him here…”

“Corazon?” He softly spoke. “He is inside.” He said and moved to get in.

You followed him and heard him calling Corazon in a familiar way, they were probably close. You then saw Corazon appearing from the corner with a big smile.

“Oh kid you’re here already? Did your shift already end?” He said and hugged the dark-haired guy.

The guy nodded and said something that you couldn’t heard from where you were. Corazon then looked in your direction.

“Y/n!! Hello, I didn’t see you there.” He approached you. “How are you? Did you enjoy your day in the town? Met a lot of people?”

“Yes, it was really fun and I already got a job.” You smiled. “But I have a problem… I left all my belongings at the restaurant, I can’t go back home or enter it.”

Corazon stared at you and you could also feel how the tall boy that Corazon had hugged was looking at you. Barely 24 hours had passed since you met Corazon and he had already seen your clumsy and clueless side. Stupid y/n you thought to yourself.

“Really? Oh my y/n, you went back to the restaurant to try and take it back.” You nodded but Corazon was already answering his own question. “Of course you did, silly me. Well don’t worry, it happens all the time…”

“No it doesn’t.” The tall guy spoke.

Corazon looked at him and then to you smiling. “Don’t worry y/n, it happens. You can stay with us tonight, we have a spare room where you can stay.”

“I’m so sorry for …”

“y/n stop apologizing, okay?”

“But…”

“No buts, now I will go and get my things. You two.” He said pointing at you and the guy. “Wait for me outside. And Law smiled a bit more, you will scare y/n with that face.” He smiled and left.

So that’s Law, Corazon mentioned him in the morning. So this is his son? You looked at him.

“Are you going to come or are you going to stay there?” Said getting out. You followed him silently and stood next to him.

“So… you’re Corazon’s son?” You tilted your head. He didn’t respond and simply stood there watching the entrance of the station. “He told me you work in the hospital.”

“I do.”

You hummed, he was nothing like his father. Corazon came out and the three of you got in the car to go to their place. Corazon was the one making the conversation, while you talked from time to time. Law didn’t say anything during the whole trip and when you arrived he was the first one to leave the car without a word. You and Corazon got out of the car to go into the house. You were really having blind trust in Corazon, but somehow being around him made you calm, safe.

Upon entering the house you noticed something different from yours, it was that warmth and feeling of home that yesterday when you entered your new home there was not. The walls had pictures of Corazon along with some people you didn't know and Law. You stared at an image of what appeared to be Law as a child holding a frog and a scalpel.

“Law has always been a big fan of surgeries.” Corazon laughed behind you.

“Is he the surgeon here?”

“No, he is just a doctor, we don’t have the equipment to do operations in this small town, you have to go to a bigger town or city.”

You kept watching the pictures, noticing that there weren't any pictures of Law as a baby or Corazon and Law together when Law was little.

“y/n come here.” You went where Corazon was. “You haven’t eaten anything right?”

“I eat something at the restaurant before closing.” You told him.

“You sure you don’t want to do anything? We have plenty of food.”

“No it’s okay, I would like to go to sleep.”

Corazon nodded and showed you the bedroom where you were going to spend the night, he also gave you some old clothes that he had so you could sleep with. When he left, you changed and went to sleep. You woke up hours later, you knew it only had passed a few hours because it was still dark outside but you really needed to drink some water, so you went for a drink. Not expecting to find anyone you walk to the kitchen but there he was Law, reading a book in the middle of the night in the kitchen.

“Hi…” You whispered, not wanting to disturb Corazon who was probably sleeping.

You didn’t get a response, but you knew he heard you because he looked at you. Why was he like that?

“Isn't it too late to be reading?” You asked him while drinking the water.

“You ask a lot of questions you know?”

“And you don’t respond to any of them.”

He stayed quiet, reading and passing the pages of the book he was reading.

“Are you always this rude? I’m trying to be nice and…”

“I don’t want you to be nice or be your friend.” He closed the book and stood up.

“You…” But before even speaking he left the kitchen and disappeared in the darkness of the hallway.

You tried to be positive, that he was just probably tired and that’s why he had that attitude towards you, after all you were a new face, who appeared out of nowhere and was staying the night at his house. You would speak again with him in the morning to fix everything and start all over.

“Be positive y/n.” You told yourself before falling asleep in the bed.

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And that’s it for the first chapter, please let me know your opinion on it 🫶

See ya ❤️

[bucknastysbabe]

Heyo the Bucky rdr western au has much more plot than expected. I have an old one that didn’t get much traction from Ao3 so wanted to post and see if y’all liked it! So something to tide over :)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Derogatory language towards a woman, outlaws duh, light description of puking, rough handling, bickering bitches, sex pollen (or potion in this case), strip poker, cunnilingus, Bucky’s huge dick, dirty talk, rough pnv!sex, cream pie, pregnancy, open ending, love at first intercourse, ambiguous ending

Bayou Bonding

The boy who carried his father’s blue, blue eyes toothily smiled at you. He sat by the fire in your father’s manor, dressed in fine clothes. You named him James; after his father. He stared at the fire with a contemplative look on his face before asking, “How did you meet Daddy?” You blanched, Bucky was a sore topic around your home. A blight on one of Saint Denis’ finest families. You told the boy a watered down version of the truth, but your mind wandered back to the day.

1879, Saint Denis, LE

“Unhand me! You— you cowpoke!,” you hollered.

A gloved hand slapped over your mouth, the other wrangling you close to his body. The burly cowboy hissed, “Shut it! Howling ain’t gonna do you a damn thing.” You thrashed more, stomping a heeled foot into his foot. He grunted in pain, slinging you into the ground. Ragged ropes cut into your skin as the outlaw hogtied you. He shoved a dirty kerchief in your mouth, and hauled you up over his shoulder.

Another man, a lean blonde snickered, “Feisty one eh Buck?” The surly man cursed, “Too Fuckin’ feisty. Uppity little bitch.” You yowled behind your gag, trying to knee him in the back. The two men cautiously carried you down a back alley. Two horses waited in the murky gloom. ‘Buck’ and his smirking compatriot had plucked you from the Mayor’s party, for what you assumed was ransom. As sheriff, your daddy didn’t mix with the right people all the time.

Buck flipped you onto the back of his huge black horse, you crying out at the rough handling. The pair hopped on their horses, and off you went into the night. The movement of the galloping horse was making you sick. From what you could see they were taking you North into the swampy wasteland of Bayou Nwa. You managed to spit your gag out, but before you could speak, a rush of your dinner decided to make its appearance.

“For fuck’s sake! Tell me why Stark sent me to do this shit?,” the darker man spat. The other man laughed again, chuckling airily as you watched his bow bounced across his back. Buck rumbled, “Quit yer’ laughing Clint or she’s going on the back of ole’ Hawkeye.” Clint shut up and kept riding on.

You really wishes you could’ve taken off your corset, but one doesn’t prepare for kidnapping on horseback by dirty cowboys. The stink of the swamp started to envelop your nose as they closed into the darkness. Buck lit a lamp, you could watch it’s shadow away across the muddy ground. The pair stopped at a dilapidated dock, illuminated only by the sparse moonlight and the lamp. A dingy waited in the pitch water. Your vision swam as Buck hauled you to the boat, gently lowering you down to not disturb the boat.

You complained, “Atleast cut my feet, I’m not stupid enough to go jump in a damn gator infested swamp!”

Clint shrugged and pulled out a knife, cutting the rope after he sat down. Buck protested, “No you damn fool, what happens when we get out of the boat? Dumbass.” You rolled your eyes and muttered, “Like I’m going to either run away from heavily armed criminals.” The big man grumbled under his breath as he stepped down into the dingy. You dusted yourself off, taking a breath as you adjusted your corset. You wrinkled your nose at the smell of horse on your crinoline dress.

Buck began rowing, blue eyes scanning the misty swamp. Clint leaned back, staring up at the stars. He offhandedly asked, “So. You know your daddy is crooked? Don’t even start Barnes!” Bucky called Clint a dumbass, again. You replied, “I had a feeling. Not my business, I’m just here to look pretty and get engaged if it wasn’t for you dirty cowboys.”

“Not cowboys.”

“Outlaws,” you said in an exaggerated accent.

You crossed your arms and huffed, “Great. I really hope you two know your way around the Bayou. Then we’re all dead. Anyways how long is this ‘holding me for ransom’ to last. The entirety of the Saint Denis Police will be looking for me. Your gang must be on some hard times.”

“Shut it!,” Bucky barked.

Clint stage whispered, “We have a map. Headed to a safe house. And until he pays up, killing you has no purpose.”

You nodded solemnly, listening to the sounds of the bayou. This place had always intrigued and scared you. Your grand-mère told you stories of ghosts, pirates, the night folk and such. Although there were much more real, scary things than stories happening to you now. Clint said you weren’t in harms way but Bucky’s cold eyes frightened you.

The boat pulled up onto an old stilted house. There was a dim red lamp in the window. Bucky paddled the dingy flush to the dock, mooring with some rope. Clint stepped out first, extending a hand to you. You thanked him as the wiry blonde helped you up. Bucky trudged out last, pushing you into the shack. “Go on”, he growled.

Clint carefully slithered back into the weathered dingy. He cheerily announced, “Have fun in the swamp shack you two. Pleasure to meet you miss, Bucky doesn’t bite,” he paused, “Atleast I don’t think he does. Anyways I have to get back to the gang, see you around when the ransom is paid.”

You spluttered, “Why can’t he go? I don’t want to be stuck with this brute!”

Bucky glared at you, hands balling into fists.

Clint cackled, “Rule’s rules miss. I’d love to entertain you another time. Have a good night.”

You stomped into the shack, petulantly sitting on a weathered chair. You complained, “It smells like gator shit in here.” Bucky ignored you in favor of closing the small curtains. You watched him move. For a big man, he carried himself lightly. Maybe if he took a bath and had a trim, he’d even be attractive. Blue eyes turned on you.

You held your ground and deadpanned, “I meant it. You’re greasy and smell like horse.”

He collapsed into an ancient armchair, pulling out some gun oil. Bucky remarked, “You’re just a ray of sunshine aren’t you? Just shut up and lemme’ clean my gun. Yer’ daddy will pick you up soon and you can go back to your bubble.”

He dissembled the pistol efficiently, carefully cleaning each part. You watched him quietly, holding your tongue for everyone’s sanity. You really wanted to take off your corset, the tightness was driving you insane. You held off until your head felt light. With a weak voice you asked, “Bucky. Mister Outlaw.” Sleepy eyes turned to you, his brow quirking up in question.

“I need to take my corset off.”

“Well take it off.”

You whinged, “I need help for that you dullard! Just loosen the laces and I have the rest.” He remained stubbornly silent so you simply began to remove the outer layers of your extravagant outfit. Then you walked over to the ass and turned around. He mumbled, “Spoiled rotten. Fine, you want a plate of cheese and grapes with this madam?” Thick fingers started to loosen the corset, you taking a deep breath of air. You unlatched the front of it, now clad in your pantaloons and blouse. You breathed, “Thank you, and yes that would be delightful sir.”

Bucky gazed at your body as you were turned around, reluctantly appreciating the view. He threw his coat at you and chided, “Cover up.” With a disgusted look you put it on. The smell of leather and herbs was nice, but the stink of horse still lingered. Very warm coat too. You gawked at the filthy mattress in the corner of the shack. It was covered in stains and had a ragged blanket strewn across it. Grabbing your extensive overwear, you managed to cover the mattress and make a pillow out of your bustle pad.

“Hm. Maybe some brains under there. I know they don’t let you city girls learn much.”

You snapped, “I’ll have you know!” You stopped when you realized Bucky had made a very solid point. With a frown you crawled onto your emerald green crinoline pallet. Cuddling into the jacket you let a few tears slip. You hoped you’d be home soon and out of this mess. Your eyes began to droop as you listened to Bucky cleaning his weapons and the crackle of the small fire he started. You said a rosary in your head and drifted asleep.

You awoke to the darkness. Rain pattered against the tin roof. Bucky sat cross legged, reading a book. You prayed to the lord for sleeping safely. As you stretched and sat up he gruffly mumbled, “Mornin’.” You shot back, “Did you not sleep? Stare at me all night instead? I thought your type would take advantage of a helpless lady.” His brows furrowing made you cringe at your lack of forethought.

“Our gang might be criminals but we’re not deviants. You’d like that though, wouldn’t ya? Big scary cowboy rippin’ yer’ bodice,” Bucky smugly replied.

You remained silent, picking at your nails anxiously. The brunette licked his full bottom lip and closed his book with a soft thwip.

He stood up and handed you an open can of beans. You stared at the outlaw incredulously, eyes flicking back and forth from the gross looking food. You primly spoke, “Hate to ruin the moment but do you have an apple or crackers? I’m not eating that.”

He huffed a laugh and rifled through a satchel before tossing you an apple. Bucky busied himself with the beans, eating like it was his last meal. You stared in horror at the scene as you ate your apple. Bucky rolled his eyes as he inhaled the last scoop. You scoffed, “I need to get out of this smelly swamp shack or I’m going to feed myself to the the gators.” Bucky smirked at you, an amused look in his eyes.

“No can do, just gonna’ have to hop out of your bejeweled carriage Princess,” he chuckled.

You threw your hat at the smarmy cowpoke, which he easily caught with a surprised grin. You had to suppress your thoughts on his endearingly crooked grin. You spat, “Oh piss off, I’m not damn Cinderella! I just happen to have manners and morals !” Bucky snorted, “Not using your manners curssin’ at me and throwin’ hats in your skivvies!” You groaned in frustration, taking a particularly vicious bite of your apple.

Bucky busied himself back with his book, leaving you to boredom. So you shucked off the heavy jacket in the hot shack and rummaged around the place. Bucky raised a brow but ignored you. You found a loose floorboard and pried it open. Some strange marking in chalk lined the bottom of the space. Multiple glass jars and dried herbs littered the hidey-hole. You picked up some sort of carved charm, setting it back down carefully. A small bag of coins jingled as you inspected the sack.

It looked like some old hoodoo or voodoo practitioner lived here. You hoped it was the more spiritually benevolent voodoo. Bucky stomped over to you and bellowed, “What in fucks name are you doing?” You yelped and threw the coins at Bucky. After a breath you replied, “I got bored! Found this stuff, some swampfolk left some voodoo trinkets. The man’s face paled as fear entered his blood.

Bucky scolded, “Why would you go mess around with that cursed shit! That’s bad luck— already have enough of that!” He kicked a chair and hollered, “God dammit woman!” You cowered at his outburst, squeaking out, “Voodoo isn’t bad! Hoodoo is, that’s what the Night Folk practice. My grand-mère told me about this, these are probably just luck charms and health elixirs. Relax, you’re scaring me!”

His handsome face fell, wiping a hand over his forehead. He amended, “My bad— I don’t mess around with shit like that. You’d know better than me, now just put that stuff away. C’mon princess, we’ll play cards. I got a deck in my satchel.” While Bucky spoke, you stuffed the remaining trinkets in your underclothes. He held out a hand to help you up, you daintily taking the rough grip.

“You got any drinks?,” you drawled. You were cooking up a plan, something to give you the upper hand. Bucky turned around with a bottle of fancy rum. You awed, “Aged pirate rum, living above your means huh? Rob that off a poor citizen of Lemoyne?” The brunette growled, “You gonna drink it or what?” You waved a hand and seized the bottle. You called over your shoulder as you found some old cups, “Get the game ready, I like rummy. My brother taught me how to play when he got out of the war.”

“Got out?”

“Legs blown off.”

“Damn. Sorry ‘bout that.”

You pulled out the two vials of mystery liquid, reading the labels. They were written in creole. You only knew Parisian French so you had to guess. One said companionship and the other was something along the lines of rest. So you shrugged and poured a bit of both into his cup. You finished off the companionship one in your drink. You didn’t want the outlaw to pick up on the herbal scent.

Bucky questioned, “What’s taking you so long?” You lord smoothly, “Found some dried mint for a little flavor, a lady needs some spice.” He scoffed and crossed his arms. You smirked to yourself as you tucked the empty vials away. You brought the drinks over and handed Bucky his. As expected he sniffed the rum, but didn’t make a fuss as he took a sip. You sat down and teased, “Get ready to get your hide tanned, cowpoke.”

So you drank, and played, and drank some more. You’d beaten Bucky two times before he slammed his hand down on the table and barked, “A’right! Let’s see your hand in poker, Princess!” He grinned wildly, blue eyes sparkling. He looked handsome when he smiled, dimples popping with endearingly crooked teeth. You were trying to take it slow but you felt the effects of the alcohol. Your face was flushed and you felt loose and erratic. Bucky was also wide open, talking much more than you’d ever expected him to.

You teased, “Let’s make this fun, Mister Barnes. How about strip poker? Never seen a cowboy naked.”

He balked at your forwardness, pink lips agape in surprise. Nervousness bolted through your body before Bucky tumbled forward with guffaws. He howled in laughter, “Hah! Miss high falutin’ wants to play strip poker! Aight then, let’s play!” His flush ran down his tanned neck and up to his ears. So the game began, and you felt on top of the world.

Soon you were short of pantaloons and Bucky sat only in his pants, broad chest on display. He was quite drunk now, slurring and flirting shamelessly. You’d slowed down some but vitality thrummed through your veins. Bucky’s lusty stares were starting to make your core ache. You hadn’t felt this aroused since that visiting French Aristocrat fucked you silly a year ago.

He smirked as he dealt his hand, a straight flush. You were beat. The man leaned back, thick thighs spreading invitingly. Bucky crooned, “Get that top off princess, uh-uh no backing out you started this.” You shot back, “Fine fine, lucky day for you cowpoke. High class lady showing you her bosom.” You shucked your top off and gestured at your naked body. Bucky’s eyes visibly darkened with lust and before he spoke you cut him off, “Nah. We aren’t done yet. I want another round.”

As the last round went maddeningly on, your arousal was beginning to spike. You couldn’t pay attention as your skin felt on fire. Your cunt had soaked your thighs and the wooden chair. Your nipples, hips, and nethers throbbed and swelled up. All you could think about was getting a cock in you. Bucky fared no better, his chest was flushed with stiffened nipples. You saw his hand rubbing needily between his legs. Sweat beaded on his temples and the man looked like he was going to jump your bones.

You slurred in a rare moment of clarity, “I thin’ I drugged us.”

Bucky snarled, shoving the table aside. He stalked over to you and dropped to his knees. Worn hands gripped your thighs as he rasped, “S’that why you smell so good n’ my cocks fixin’ to pop? Dumb little rich bitch.” You mewled, rutting your hips toward his swollen lips. He groaned at the sight of your swollen folds. The brunette muttered, “To hell with it.” He dug his face between your thighs, licking a broad stripe up your slick center.

One palm held your hip as the other skated up to your swollen nipples. He plucked and tweaked at the sensitive bud. You wailed in pleasure, bucking into his mouth. His stubbly cheeks rubbed you raw in the right way. Bucky was direct with his cunnilingus, attacking your clit mercifully. He’d dip down and slurp around your leaking cunt before going back to your bud.

You yanked a fistful of his dark hair, wrapping your legs around his meaty shoulders. He moaned into your sex, “G’fuckin girl.” You babbled uselessly, writhing in pleasure. Whatever you had put in the concoction was some sort of sex potion. You’d never felt all of your nerve endings alight like this. Your lower belly was beginning to contract as Bucky suckled on your clit while he stroked your inner walls. You were so out of it you weren’t sure when he’d slipping them in. But tears were welling up as he abused that sensitive, sensitive spot.

You keened, “Heavens above! Fuck ah ah mmh!”

He grinned against your pussy and nipped down on your clit, sending you reeling. You clamped down on his shoulders, folding on top of his body as you shook with the intense spasms. You bit your lip to keep from screeching like a banshee. You held onto Bucky’s head and panted, “Need— more— fuck need your cock Bucky please not enough.”

He shakily got up, detangling you from his body. You whined at the loss, him shushing you. Bucky cooed, “Hol’ on sweetheart lemme get ya somewhere more comfortable. M’ gonna fill you right up.” You moaned in agreement, latching into his strong arms as he hauled you to the makeshift crinoline pallet. He rubbed your back, hissing, “Need that pretty pussy baby, bet it’s Fuckin’ snug. M’ fucking raring to go, gonna wreck you. Never gonna look at a city boy again.”

“Mhm, yes please, need it need it Bucky!”

Bucky ungracefully tossed you on the cot and covered yourself with that sculpted body. He snatched your lips into a quick kiss, before shoving down his jeans to reveal his cock. It was almost purple from the amount of blood flushing the organ. You whimpered and spread your legs. Bucky growled, “Yeah— spread em’ like a good slut. Gonna wreck you.” He seated himself between your plush thighs and sheathed in a quick motion.

Your mouth opened to scream but he shoved a coarse palm over your lips. You felt complete, Bucky’s girthy cock filling you to the brim. You were so wet he met little to no resistance. Without warning the brunette started up a brutal pace, fucking into you in abandon. Slick clapping noises echoed around in the light of the late afternoon. His powerful hips and thighs pistoned into your sloppy core. You sobbed at the intensity, crying Bucky’s name like a prayer.

He gasped into you neck, panting about your perfect cunt. He slid his big hands under your knees, pressing you into a ball. The new angle

had the outlaw’s blunt tip ramming into your sweet spot. You scrabbled at his back, biting and sucking at his muscular shoulders like a feral animal. Bucky let out a pained moan,

“Fucking heavenly— good little slut. Yer’ ole’ daddy gonna be wondering why you can’t walk.”

You cried harder, wondering how the man was holding it together as he drilled you into next week. A second orgasm was approaching at a breakneck pace and threw your head back in ecstasy. Bucky laved his skilled tongue up the column of your throat, gripping your thighs. You yelled, “Oh ah— ah ah Buck m’gonna come again fuck!”

“Come on n’ take it darlin’, it’s all yours,” he spit through clenched teeth. The cowboy’s pace didn’t slow any as you reached your peak. Your legs spasmed and shook as you sobbed at the overstimulation. Petting your sides, Bucky cooed, “Easy girl, I ain’t done with you yet.” You whimpered, “S’ too much please no, I can’t!”

“Yeah you can sweet thing, gonna wear you out and fill you up like the needy slut ya’ are.”

You whined pitifully, wrapping yourself around his broad scarred back. You panted into his scruffy cheek, begging for more or less you weren’t entirely sure. But Bucky kept up. The man had flipped you around like a rag doll and pushed you through two peaks before he came with a shuddering moan and shout of your name. Bucky rolled off of you with a sigh, breathing like a racehorse. He gasped, “Whatever..the fuck..you put in m’drink..a miracle.”

You were too worn out and dazed to speak so you gave a sleepy “mhmmm.” The outlaw rolled to his side, slinging an arm around your soft waist. He rubbed at your slick skin, a strangely soft look on his face. You snuggled into his body and drifted off again.

“Awe what the fuck?! Get dressed the sheriff is coming you horn dog!,” A voice voice rattled in the shack. A darker man threw Bucky’s clothes at him, grumbling about Barnes and his wandering dick. You bolted upright and slung on your clothes. Bucky was pulling up his ranch pants, cussing at the other man ‘Sam’.

“Ease off Sam— it’ll be fine!”

Sam shouted back, “Not when she looks like she’s been mauled by a leech! Idiot!”

The two bickered until you cleared your throat, loudly. You said, “If you two will stop fighting, this corset needs lacing. Then I can put on my dress with a high neck, therefore you don’t see the markings.” Sam harrumphed, “Fine. Turn around I used to lace up Sarah all the time”. Bucky pushed Sam aside and did the deed instead.

He rumbled, “You okay?”

You nodded as you turned to look at Barnes. You whispered, “More than good. If you find your way back to Saint Denis, I live in the big peach house by the Cemetery.” Bucky replied, “Will do.” He squeezed the nape of your neck before buttoning up your dress. You attempted to fix your mussed hair in a cracked half mirror but gave up with a grunt. You pecked Bucky on the cheek, Sam groaned in frustration from the doorway.

And so your father picked you back up. It was a happy reunion, and things went back to normal in Saint Denis. Until you missed your monthly cycle. Your fathers face haunted your dreams when the doctor declared you pregnant. He hissed in the carriage, “You got knocked up by that dirty criminal didn’t ya? Rapist piece of shit. I’m contacting higher ups.” You protested before your father realized, and he turned ice cold. Things in Saint Denis weren’t normal after that. You weren’t kicked out fortunately, and the boy was to be raised as a sad circumstance of your kidnapping.

Bucky didn’t come by, but he left a letter once. Saying he was changing his ways and got some land out in Canada. Your mother burned it up in the fire. You wrote a letter back, telling him to come get you and little James when everything was settled.

“Mama? So you ran with a gang before I was born?”

You blinked and snapped out of reverie. With a sad smile you cooed, “Yes James. We were free and wild! But I had to leave to take care of you. Your father will be back one day. Then we’ll be a family.” The boy grinned and cheered, “Maybe he’ll teach me how to ride a horse!”

In the night, Bucky stared at the luxurious cabin. He proudly smiled at his hard work. Only had a trip to Saint Denis to make

[sugarcloudsky]

Uh,is this where i can request x readers if yes could i have a capsiacin x reader who is gets worried quite easily and is gets extremly worried for capsiacin after the 2nd trial

-gae anon

「By Your Side」

character: capsaicin cookie

wc: 1.3k

cws: mentions of fires, reader is described to be sick but the illness is not graphic, very slight prune juice x kouign amann, if you squint

had a lot of fun with this one, although it took me forever to proofread LOL

Oh man, this was bad— this was really bad. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know how to react. All you could do was run, run as fast as your legs could carry you. No matter how much your legs cried for you to rest, you pressed on, running, running.

Continuing as your lungs began to give up on you. Continuing as you stumbled and tripped, barely able to save yourself from falling onto the hard concrete. Continuing as you began to wheeze and cough violently into your face mask. Continuing as dark and upsetting scenarios began to play in your mind. You could do nothing but simply shake away those thoughts and keep running.

Today was a mess, which was only the lightest you could put it.

First of all, you were sick with a fever. It was an unfortunate event, you caught the fever after recently visiting some distant relatives. So, that sucked. Not to mention, the yearly Triple Cone Cup event was quickly approaching, and your partner, Capsaicin Cookie, was chosen to be the representative for Scovillia. You were upset at the fact that you wouldn’t be able to attend the event and cheer on your lover, being too sick to go. And plus, you didn’t really want to get others sick too, so that was that.

So, against your wishes to see your partner in action, you stayed back in his dorm, huddled up in his comfy bed, with a cute little care package he so lovingly crafted and left for you on the bedside. He insisted to you that he didn’t mind you staying back, as you had a good reason to anyway. That still didn’t stop you from feeling guilty about it, though. Alas, you had to remain there, with your only company being the many stuffed bears you had gifted to Capsaicin several times prior.

There was a solution, though!

You could easily watch the event broadcasted live on tv! So although it wasn’t as good as actually being there, it was still good enough. After all, you mostly just wanted to watch Capsaicin Cookie participate in the trials. You were disappointed about not being there, but eventually you thought, eh, it can’t be so bad.

And then, the second trial happened.

After watching the first trial go off without a hitch, you were able to watch the event mostly stress-free. You snuggled into the warm blankets and stuffed bears, (while also noting that they smelled a lot like Capsaicin) watching as Parfaedia claimed the victory of the first trial.

The second trial, however, was a lot different.

This trial required the three school’s representatives to venture into a forest, and eventually, a hall of magic mirrors. It was quite odd, and quite nerve wracking, as you were unable to see what the competitors had to deal with within.

After many moments of anxiety, the Crème Knights were next to claim the victory, but that celebration was short-lived. As it was revealed that the hall of mirrors belonging to the Scovillia representative— had caught fire.

Immediately, rescue gelatos had been dispatched to help save Capsaicin Cookie, who was presumably still trapped inside the flames.

Watching this all go down made your heart jump into your throat, and your hands began to clam up. At first, there was only disbelief, but soon you realized, this was real. So, against your weak body’s pleas, you clumsily stumbled upwards, before forcing your legs to run.

It burned, but you didn’t care, you just needed to make sure—!

You needed to make sure Capsaicin Cookie was okay…!

As you approached the colosseum, you could barely make out a crowd gathering around something. You attempt to peek over everyone’s heads, trying to see what or who was in the center of the mass of cookies, but to no avail.. until you finally notice the familiar bright red hair. Your eyes widen immediately, and you begin to push and squeeze past the crowd desperately.

“CAPSAICIN COOKIE!”

Many heads are turned to you, but you ignore them as best as you can. You cry his name once again, which finally gets his attention. He looks around, looking for the source of the person calling his name, before his eyes stop at you, and he freezes.

He watches as you push past the group of cookies, before nearly tackling him to the ground with a hug. Your arms were wrapped around him tight, seemingly not wanting to let go any time soon. Instead of immediately squeezing the life out of you in return, he simply wraps his arms around you in a meek manner, a bit frazzled.

He can’t believe that you’re here right now. He takes in how disheveled you are, how you’re still wearing your messy and wrinkled pajamas. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t know what to say. But before he can utter anything, you cut him off.

“I was— I was so worried! W—when I saw what happened, I—” You can’t even get a full sentence out properly, frantically stumbling over your words. Exhaling shakily, you settle with holding him tight, nuzzling your face into his chest. He simply allows you to hold him, patting your head softly.

Capsaicin’s face is still pulled into a grimace, as he stands silently, unmoving. With all the eyes on him, he couldn’t move. He felt like he couldn’t face anyone right now, not after what just happened.

Kouign Amann Cookie, who had been there with Prune Juice Cookie as well, takes notice of Capsaicin Cookie’s tenseness. Kouign Amann was the one who helped pull Prune Juice and Capsaicin to safety. Wanting to help calm Capsaicin at least a bit, she nudges Prune Juice’s arm gently, hoping he would get the hint.

“Well,” Kouign Amann calls suddenly, waving her hand, “This trial has weighed heavily on the three of us. We would truly appreciate it if you all could leave us alone for a moment.”

Prune Juice nods wordlessly, his signature closed-eye smile present on his face. Capsaicin’s muscles relax, even just slightly. He looks over at Kouign Amann, and she sends him a caring smile.

Finally, the crowd begins to dissipate, leaving the four cookies to stand alone, in a heavy silence. None of them seem to know what to say or do in such a situation. That is until this time, Prune Juice speaks up, turning to Kouign Amann.

“Shall we join the crowd, Miss Crème Knight?” He quietly jokes to her with an almost cheeky grin, and Kouign Amann smiles.

“We shall.” She bows in a joking manner, before patting Capsaicin on the arm in a comforting manner and waving goodbye to the both of you.

This finally left just you and Capsaicin Cookie alone.

You didn’t move at all. You didn’t say anything else. You only wanted to remain in his arms, holding him with a vice grip, as if he would disappear from your arms if you ever let go.

He looks down at you, guilty for making you come out this far, and even just making you worry at all. He wants to say so much to you, apologize, comfort you, talk to you, but, all he can muster is a pathetic “sorry.”

You don’t reply, you only hum quietly in acknowledgement. It almost comes out as a whine as you meekly whisper to him,

“Can we just go home now?”

Capsaicin almost feels his heart stop when he sees the tears in your eyes.

Breathing unevenly, he hugs you closer and thinks to himself. That's right.. he’ll feel better once he gets home and takes a long nap in his soft bed, right? And especially if you’re there, then…

“…Okay.”

The walk back to the Scovillia dorms was quiet, maybe a bit too quiet. You held his arm firmly, eyes glued to the ground in front of you as you two trudged quietly, a gloomy mood surrounding the both of you.

For the rest of the day, you did not leave Capsaicin’s side.

[gretavangroupie]

Wilt (Chapter 6)

Chapter 5

Wilt Playlist

A/N: This chapter could be triggering for some readers. Please make sure to read the warning. Special thanks to my lovely friend @stellaajames this wouldn't be what it is without her.

WARNINGS: Angst, Smut, Sexual Assault, Drugs, Alcohol, Mentions of Pregnancy and Pregnancy related themes. 18+ as always.

The light peeking around the blinds hits your eyelids, causing them to open slowly, adjusting to bright yellow rays. It is warm on your face. Jake is wrapped around you, facing you, his arms holding loosely on your waist, and his ankles tangled with yours. You can tell from his breathing that he is still asleep, his mouth slightly open, soft breaths escaping his lips. He looks so peaceful, and your finger gently slides across his cheek tracing the ridge of his cheekbone. He is so beautiful. You can’t believe you were ever stupid enough to walk out on him. You wonder how things would be between the two of you if none of this ever happened. His foot moves against yours and you can tell he is starting to wake up. His leg snakes up yours and back down feeling your skin against his. His eyes open and adjust to the light, softening when he sees you in front of him, blinking away the blurriness

“My girl.” He says in a raspy voice, rubbing his thumb over your lips. “This is everything I wanted. I can’t believe I have to leave you tonight.” He says.

“It’s only a few weeks...” You reply softly.

“It will feel a lot longer when I am waking up in hotel beds and you’re not there.” He says.

“What was it you said last night? I will be here waiting for you?” You smile.

“I hope so darlin, love you so much.” He says pulling you on top of him kissing your face all over, playfully.

“What time do you leave tonight?” You ask.

“Gotta leave here at 4:00, flight is at 6:00.” He says.

“You’re all packed?” You ask.

“Yep, everything except you. Still trying to figure out how to put you in my suitcase.” He laughs.

“Are you excited, though? To go to India?” You question.

“Oh yeah, definitely. We haven’t been yet, this will be our first time.” He replies. “We are playing a few shows and a music festival. God I wish you could come. You haven’t even seen us play live yet.” 

“Well, I mean you did play that one song at the office for me?” You joke.

“Eh, its not the same. I want you to get the full experience. Next time, you’re coming with.” He says kissing you with a quick peck.

“Next time.” You smile. You can feel him underneath you, all of him.

You wiggle against him and he smiles. “I feel like there is something coming between us…” you joke.

“Have I mentioned how beautiful you are in the morning?” He says smugly.

“No, but you can tell me while I investigate…this” you say slowly sliding yourself down his body.

Your hand runs over his bulge, confined by his boxers. You place a kiss on his length over the fabric. 

“Baby, you don’t have to…” he says.

“I won’t see you for a month and you’re going to deny me this?” You say in a devilish voice placing kisses on his torso. “In fact, do you want to be a little bit bad….”

“I’m listening….” He replies curiously.

“A month is a long time without each other…if only you had some way to visualize….” You reply.

He raises his eyebrows “Are you saying, you want me to… record you?” He asks.

“Do you want to? Would that be…. Helpful?” You ask placing another kiss on his base.

“Jesus Christ, of course I want to.” He says.

You nod your head looking over to his phone on the side table.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“As long as its for your eyes only…” you reply.

“Oh no one gets to see this. Ever. Trust me on that. You’re mine.” He says.

You pull the waistband of his boxers slowly down revealing his rock hard length licking from the base to the tip.

“Look at me beautiful.” he says hitting the record button.

You look up through your lashes as you take him into your mouth. A soft hiss leaving his lips.

As you begin to work him up and down a muffled curse leaves his lips.

You swirl your tongue around the sensitive underside of his tip and his cock jerks in your mouth. “Fuck darlin, that is the spot...” He says.

You push down as far as you can go, his length hitting the back of your throat and your throat constricting at the pressure. Looking up to him you nod your head in approval as he places his free hand on your head pushing it down with every forward movement. His movements get stronger until he is forcefully pushing your head down onto him. Fucking himself into your mouth with forceful grunts.

“Fuck baby I am gonna cum...” he says throwing his head back.

You come back up and begin circling his tip hoping it will be his tipping point.

“You are so god damn gorgeous, perfect for me." he groans. You wrap your fist around his base and begin stroke upward while you continue to circling his sensitive tip.

“Im cumming baby…” he says pulling your head closer and thrusting upward into your mouth, his cum shooting down your throat. His groans causing your arousal to pool between your legs.

“Fuck that was so good sugar. I am going to watch that every day I swear to god...” He laughs. You pulls off of him and wipe your face with your hand.

You crawl over the top of him and place a soft kiss on his lips. “I hope you do, but I have one more idea.” His hands come up cupping your face kissing you and pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as you pull away from him.

He rolls you over to your back to where now he is straddling you.

“And what would that be darlin?” He asks.

“Prop it up and let me show you.” You say.

“I get two videos?” He asks shocked.

“You get as many as you want…” you reply.

He kisses you again, and leans over propping his phone up on his lamp, hitting the record button and forgetting about it. As he does this your remove your panties and throw them on the floor.

“Roll over, let me be on top.” You whisper into his mouth.

You climb over his legs and straddle him, taking the hoodie off revealing your naked body underneath.

You let your hair down out of your ponytail, letting it fall loosely around your shoulders. His hands reach up and cup your breasts, gently squeezing them and your nipples harden in response. You place his hands on your thighs and you begin to rub your slick across his hard length and place your hands on your tits, squeezing them as he watches you. His dick twitches as he watches you. 

You drop one of your hands and grab his length gently raising yourself over him and sliding down onto him. A groan leaving your mouth at the fullness of him in this position.

“Jake you feel so good inside me.” 

His hands begin to lift you up slightly and pull you back down onto him. You are making figure 8’s with your hips hitting your g spot and whining with pleasure. You continue in this position for another minute before you start to lift yourself up and down on him in a quicker pace causing your tits to bounce freely at the force. 

“Baby, did your tits get bigger? Jesus they look gorgeous.” He says staring them down

“I don’t thinks so, maybe?…Fuck it feels so good, I’m gonna cum…” you say.

You lean back and place your hands on your ankles, as he continues to hit that spot at a new angle. Suddenly he sits up and you bring your legs around to wrap around his waist. You throw your head back and his hand comes up grasping your throat and he begins to pound into you in this new sitting position. “You’re mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.” He says his grip tightening on your throat.

“I’m yours Jake, always have been.” You reply gasping for air.

He lets go and his rough calloused fingers begin to flick your clit in almost painful strokes. It’s enough to send you into your orgasm and you grip your fingers into his hair as you scream out his name as you clench around him.

“Fuck I love it when you scream my name. You’re so fuckin gorgeous, god I am gonna cum again, you feel so good.” He pants continuing to thrust into you.

“Jake please. Cum inside of me, I want it.” You say kissing his neck.

With a loud grunt you feel him shooting inside of you. 

“God I am going to miss you so fucking bad.” He says.

“I’ll miss you too, but just imagine how good it’s going to be when you get back.” You smile.

He reaches over stopping the recording. He grabs your chin between his thumb and fore finger just staring into your eyes he says “I love you my girl. I know I have been saying that a lot but mean it. I do. I will be thinking of your every second I’m gone.”

“I love you too Jake, and luckily you have this nifty bracelet to look at when you want to think about me and now a few videos to go with it. ” You laugh.

“I never took it off you know.” He says.

“I wondered when I saw you wearing it last night.” You say.

“I was hoping that by wearing it, somehow you’d come back, and you did. So now it’s never coming off. You’ll never see me without it.” He says with a soft kiss.

“Im so glad you like it baby.” You reply as he pulls you into a hug and sniffs your hair breathing in your scent.

You get up and walk to the bathroom and start a shower. You step in and hear Jake coming to join you. He steps in and the water hits his face cascading down his chest, pooling at his necklace.

“You know I love this? I can’t picture you without it.” you say running your fingers over the silver metal.

“I have always worn a necklace, I don’t even remember when I started, just one of those things ya know…” he replies. “This one has a pretty cool story, i’ll tell you sometime.”

You place a soft kiss on his lips and you both continue with your shower enjoying each other.

“So we are agreed I am taking this right?” You ask holding up his hoodie.

Jake looks up from his opened suitcase, laughs and says, “Baby you can take whatever you want.”

You smile and put it on walking over to him, handing him his toiletry bag from the bathroom counter. 

“I can’t believe we only have an hour until I won’t see you for a month.” You sigh.

“Lets have a drink?” He asks.

You make your way to the kitchen and see Josh is in the living room looking at his phone.

“Ahh they finally emerge…” he jokes. “Did you two kiss and make up, just in time for us to leave?” He jokes.

“Yeah, pretty bad timing but, at least I got my girl back.” Jake replies, pouring two drinks.

“Cheers to that” Josh says raising his glass off the coffee table.

You and Jake clink your glasses together and sip the spicy brown liquid.

You join Josh on the couch and ask Jake “will you play me a song before you leave?”

“Song, song, song!” Josh chants.

He sets his drink on the counter and walks to the music room, grabs a guitar and walks back out, his bare feet softly hitting the concrete floors.

“Fine, you want a song…” he says playing the intro to ‘Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star’.

“Noooo, not a baby song! A good song, come on… I won’t get to hear you for weeks!” You say playfully.

He purses his lips and raises his eyebrows smirking as he strums the into to ‘Hey, Hey, What Can I Do’.

You smile giddily and kick your feet in excitement. You love this song. He starts to sing and you and Josh look at each other stunned. Jake never sings.

‘Wanna tell you about the girl I love, my she looks so fine…Ah, she’s the only one that I been dreamin’ of, maybe someday she will be all mine… I wanna tell her that I love her so, I thrill with her every touch…I need to tell her she’s the only one I really love….”

You sit back and listen to him play, your heart swelling with love, but also sadness that he is leaving you so soon. But this is his life, he is a musician and you knew that. It’s his passion and you know that this is part of it. You love him. You couldn’t imagine things any another way. He finishes the song and puts his guitar away, rejoining you on the couch with a kiss on the cheek.

“That was obviously for you.” He says to with another kiss. He leans over you looking at Josh. “NOT you.” He smirks.

“My brother, it is time. I’m gonna go load my stuff in the car.” Josh says standing up.

A sad look crosses your face.

“Hey don’t be sad darlin, it’s just a few weeks.” He says holding your hand.

“I know but I missed you so bad these past couple of weeks and I finally just got you back and now you’re going to be gone again.” You reply.

“But the difference is that we are gonna talk all the time, i’m gonna call you and text you so much that you are gonna tell me to stop bothering you. I promise.” He smiles.

“I’m really gonna miss… you..too.” you say in a suggestive voice.

“Not me, you gave me the best gift today. I can’t thank you enough. I promise I will… help you out when I can.” He says with a kiss and a smirk.

“Okay, let’s get you loaded up.” You say. 

You help him wheel his bags out the the car and load them in. Josh is in the drivers seat and rolls his window down gesturing you to come talk to him.

“Thanks for coming back, he was a wreck without you. He really loves you, and I’m glad things worked out. We love having you around and we will miss you. Let’s do something fun when we get back?” He asks.

“I love him too Josh, and yes, let’s definitely do something fun. I'll brainstorm while you’re gone. Have a safe trip and have fun and break a leg?” You laugh.

“I will do that!” He says.

You walk around the front of the car and Jake is waiting for you at the car door. 

“Alright my girl, I will be back soon. I love you so much. Please, please be here when I get back. Don’t do anything crazy, and you call me if you miss me too bad. I will always answer for you.” He says pulling you in for a passionate and loving kiss before peppering your face with small kisses. “God I cannot get enough of you. Gonna miss you so bad.”

You laugh and pull back “I’m going to miss you to baby, have fun, be careful, YOU don’t do anything crazy. Don’t kill Sam. I will be fine here. May sneak into your bed a few nights, but other than that…. I will be here waiting. I love you too. Always have.” You say hugging him to you with one more kiss. 

“Bye darlin. ”

“Bye Jake.”

As they pull out of the driveway you wave them off and they wave back. You get in your car and head home. As you are driving home you are thinking about Jake teaching you guitar that first day and you remember that he finally told you the name of that song. You pull up Spotify and search the song and find it. You hit the play button and hear the guitar start to ring through the speakers and you smile imagining Jake playing. As the song reaches the chorus you smile listening to the words and realizing why he never sang it for you. Josh is such a talented singer, in fact all of them are insanely talented. You think you might have a new favorite song. As you pull into the drive way you pull out your phone and send Jake a quick text.

You: I finally listened to Mountain of the Sun…I know why you wouldn’t sing it to me now…

Jake: I needed to make sure you felt the same way, couldn’t expose myself so early on. But eventually I did make you mine. ;)

Jake: Miss you already my girl.

You: Miss you too Jakey, have a safe flight. Call me when you land?

Jake: I will, it will be a pretty big time difference though…

You: I don’t care, I’ll answer. Just want to know you made it.

Jake: Okay, love you, talk soon.

You: Love you too.

At home you catch up on your shows, eating dinner and enjoying a bottle of wine. You have felt exhausted all day chalking it up to having an emotional night. You think of Jake and hope his flight is going ok, it’s a nearly 20 hour flight with a massive time change that he will have to adjust to. You go to bed early feeling overly tired and falling asleep easily.

The next day you decide to go shopping for a bit and then come home and clean your house. You spend the better part of the evening cleaning your house which had turned into a depression nest over the past month. It feels good cleaning it up, knowing that things in your life are good again. You clean your kitchen and your bedroom, putting new sheets on your bed and lighting your favorite candle. You move to the bathroom, putting away all of you hair products, make up and skincare items. You clean the shower and the toilet and the last thing you have to do is take out the trash. As you dump the can into a garbage bag you see tampon wrappers at the bottom of the basket and realize those are from the last time you cleaned your bathroom, a month ago. Setting down the empty trash can a wave of heat rushes over your body.

When was the last time you had your period? You put the trash bag in the kitchen with the other and grab your phone from the charger and sit on the couch. You pull up your period tracking app and see that the information for your current cycle is missing. Your last period was over a month ago and your period are extremely regular with your IUD. You thought that the IUD was the safest option… surely you couldn’t be…. You throw your phone on your bed and push it out of your mind. There is no way, you were just really stressed this month and it’s causing you to be late. Thats all. 

The rest of your night is uneventful and you decide to watch a movie to take your mind off of things, but you find your mind wandering as soon as the movie starts. Retracing the dates of when your period was supposed to start you pin point the day you would have ovulated. 

The day you came home from seeing your family for Christmas. 

The day you gave Jake his Christmas present.

The night of the party. 

The night you were raped. 

A sick feeling washes over you as you sprint to the bathroom to expel your guts. Panicked is not the word to describe how you feel. Surely you couldn’t be pregnant. You have an IUD. You didn’t get checked after the assault, wanting to move past what happened. You would have known right then and you could have taken something. You remember Jake saying they found a condom on the ground, so you didn’t worry, but maybe you should have. Maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation.

You jump up and grab your phone and your purse and head to the closest drug store you can find which happens to be a Walgreens. Your heart is racing and you are shaking with fear. You could be pregnant with Jake’s baby. You told him you had an IUD and he trusted you. Even worse, you could be pregnant by your rapist. Your thoughts shift back to Jake. The man you love who is off living his dream. His dream that would be ruined by a child. Either way you spin it this is the worst case scenario for everyone. As you walk down the family planning aisle you swallow back the lump in your throat picking up the pink box. Its has three tests in it. Soon you would know for sure.  You check out with the tests, and head straight home. You place the tests on the bathroom counter deciding on taking them in the morning, as you always heard that was the best time. Its nearly midnight now and you are tossing and turning in your bed. 

You hear your phone buzzing on your night stand. Its Jake.

“Hello?” You say with a groggy voice.

“My girl, god it’s so good the bar your voice. We made it. What time is it there?” He asks.

“Umm 11:42, so basically midnight. ” you reply

“Wow it’s 12:00pm here so its around an 11 hour difference then…” he says.

“How was your flight?” You ask.

“It was so long, I think I watched 10 movies…” he laughs. “Are you ok baby you aren’t very talkative. I have been dying to talk to you.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m okay. I miss you and have been waiting to hear from you. I'm glad you had a good flight and that you made it there in one piece.” You say. 

“We are gonna go check into our hotel and do a little exploring. I miss you so much, I will send you some pictures if you want.” He says.

“Okay, sure baby, have fun. I love you…” you say.

“I love you too my girl, I will talk to you soon. Bye…”

“Bye Jake.” You say hanging up the phone.

You place your phone back on your nightstand and try to sleep knowing that your life could be changed forever by two little pink lines. 

You wake up sweating. Your heart pounding almost instantly, knowing that its time to do it. You drag yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, hands shaking as you open the box. Pulling out the instructions you read them twice to be sure. You decide to do all three tests to be sure, and run to the kitchen to grab a plastic cup. You nervously walk back to the bathroom and relieve your bladder into the plastic cup.

You remove the caps from each test and submerge the test strip of each test into the cup. You line them up on your bathroom counter and set a timer for 3 minutes. You sink down to your bathroom floor, your heart beating so hard you can hear it in your ears and you feel like you might pass out. You start breathing heavily as the timer goes off.  You tell yourself that no matter the result, whatever is meant to happen will happen. You can’t help but think of Jake, and how much you love him. How much this could ruin everything. Swallowing down the lump in your throat you place your hands on the counter very slowly lifting onto your knees. Your eyes just barely peeking over the edge of the counter. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as you pull the first test down to your face with your eyes closed. 

You open your eyes. Negative. 

A wave of relief washes over you and you stand up feeling slightly more confident. 

Only to have all of it stripped away when your eyes meet the two sets of pink lines in the result window of the other two tests. 

Positive. Both of them. 

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Picking up the tests you examine them thoroughly and grab the instructions to make sure that 2 lines is for sure positive. It is. You grab the negative test only to find that it is now also showing positive, just developing slower than the other two. Three positive tests. You are pregnant. But the worst part is that you don’t know who’s it is. The man you hate, or the man you love, who will hate you for this. Tears begin to fall down your cheeks. You are pregnant. You’ve been pregnant for weeks and you had no idea. Jake had no idea. 

You sink back down to the floor and just cry. The panic sets in and you realize that you still have an IUD in. You immediately call your gynecologist and explain the situation and you make an emergency appointment to have the IUD removed. For your safety and for the safety of the baby you now carry. Your mind shifts to Jake. You will have to tell him, and you will but you’re not sure how. You can’t. Not yet. You need to be sure. This is not part of his plan. When he talked about seeing kids in the future he definitely didn’t mean a month from that conversation. 

You stand up and collect all the tests on the counter, covering them with a towel so that you dot have to look at them. You walk out of the bathroom and begin to get dressed for your appointment. Your phone buzzes on your nightstand.

Jake: Hey beautiful, we just got back to the hotel, it has been the longest day of my life…this jet lag is killing all of us.

You: Hi babe, I can’t imagine how tired you all must be. What are you going to do now?

Jake: I am getting my ass in bed. What do you have going on today?

You don’t even know how to respond. You can’t just come out and say ‘Oh nothing much just getting my IUD removed because I’m pregnant with a baby that may or may not be yours….’

You: Just running some errands today. Might practice a little, been a minute since I picked up my guitar. 

Jake: You’ll send me a video right?

You: If you want me to?

Jake: Of course I do.

You: Miss you.

Jake: Miss you too darlin, wish we were together. Love you.

You: Love you too Jake. Sleep tight.

You arrive at your appointment and you are so nervous you are sweating profusely. You are a ball of nerves and shaking. Maybe there is just a chance those tests were wrong. Just maybe.

They call your name and you walk through the door, and the nurse hands you a plastic cup to pee in. This is it. 

You pee in the cup and screw on the lid, placing it in the little door in the bathroom stall.

The nurse escorts you to a room and gives you a pink paper gown to put on. You always thought these things were so weird. But you think it would be more weird to just keep your normal clothes on…. You wait for what seems like an hour in that room, watching the clock tick, reading all of the signage on the walls telling you about safe sex, vaccinations, and abusive partners. You shiver from the nerves or lack of clothes, you’re not sure which. There is a knock at the door. Your stomach drops. Your doctor walks in and confirms your details with you before pulling a small rolling stool to sit next to you. 

“So, I think you already know what I am going to say if you are here to get your IUD removed.” She says looking at your chart.

“I need to know for sure.” You reply nervously.

“You are pregnant… the urine sample was positive.” She says. “This is extremely rare with an IUD. The failure rate of an IUD is extremely low. Since you did get positive results I would be comfortable removing it for you today, as well as getting a look at what is going on.” She says reassuringly.

She puts on a pair of gloves and grabs the Ultrasound wand. She walks you through the entire process telling you everything she does before she does it. This makes you feel better and less nervous. Inserting the wand you look at the small black and white screen anxious at what you might see. She moves the wand around until she finds your IUD on the screen and takes a few screen captures. 

“You are the one in a million. It looks like your IUD has grown into your uterine lining.” She says. “I will be able to remove it today, but it is going to be painful and taxing for you. Is there anyone you’d like to call?” 

Your mind shoots immediately to Jake. Jake, who you know would be here in seconds and never leave your side. Thats just who he is. But you can’t. 

“No.” You say heartbroken swallowing back tears. 

“Okay, lets see if I can find the embryo…” she says moving the wand. “You are only around 4.5 weeks according to your last period, so I should be able to possibly see a yolk sac.”

You realize that you have been holding your breath and let out a long breath.

“Yep, there right there…See that little black spot?” She says pointing to the tiny black circle on the screen. A tear falls from you eye and you feel like you’re going to be sick. 

“When you come back in a few weeks we should be able to hear the heartbeat.” She says clicking boxes on the screen. 

“Now, lets talk about removing this IUD. I am going to give you some local anesthetic to try and numb the pain, but i’m going to be honest with you. It is going to hurt. A thin layer of tissue has grown over part of it, and I am going to have to pull it off.” She says. “I’m ready, let’s just do it.” You reply. 

Getting your IUD out was one of top 3 worst experiences of you life. You wished so badly that Jake was there with you. You left the office with paperwork and pamphlets and brochures on every single pregnancy topic in the book. You are absolutely distraught and cry the whole way home. You have ruined your life. Maybe even Jake’s life. That is the worst part. You don’t even know if its his. You feel so guilty for wanting it to be his. You can’t bear the thought of carrying a child as a result of that horrible night. You tell yourself again that you have to talk to Jake but you can’t even find the words. 

You cry off and on most of the night trying to practice your guitar to take your mind off of everything. Around 10pm you get a text from Jake.

Jake: Miss you, waited for my video all night.

You: Don’t you have a few videos on your phone…Had a long day, just now doing it. Hold on.

You prop your phone up and try to cover your face as much as possible. You know that it is red and blotchy from all the crying.  You play ‘Wild Horses’ and send it to him. Its a little rough but thats to be expected after your little hiatus. A few minutes later he responds.

Jake: You are so beautiful my girl. Im gonna go watch it again. Send me another.

You play the intro chords to a song that you have been working on by yourself. One that you haven’t told him about yet. You were going to surprise him before everything happened. You record it and hit send. 

Your phone rings, it’s a FaceTime call. Crap. You quickly try to fix yourself up, knowing your face is still red and swollen. 

“Hi!” You answer seeing his beautiful face appearing on your phone. He is out somewhere, it’s the middle of the day, and he has on his sunglasses. 

“Hey my love, what is wrong? I just watched the second video and your eyes are all red and puffy…” He asks.

You know this is not the time or place to tell him so you lie.

“Ah, nothing it must be allergies… I’m okay!” You reply with a smile.

“You’re a terrible liar, always have been.” He laughs.

“Please tell me what’s wrong?” He asks as he continues walking where ever he is going.

“I just miss you is all. Wish you were here.” You say. Which is technically not a lie.

“Darlin, don’t cry. Damn, break my heart.” He says.

“I am just feeling emotional is all. It's been a crazy start to the year. Anyways, what are you guys up to?” You ask.

“We are out here about to walk into the venue for the show tonight… gonna go soundcheck, get some lunch, fuck around… you know the usual.” He jokes.

“I am glad you guys are having fun. I won’t keep you. I am gonna go to bed anyways.” You say.

“Okay babe, well please don’t cry. Don’t be sad. The time is gonna go so quick and I will have you all to myself.” He says. 

You swallow hard, knowing that isn’t true anymore.

“I love you, have a good show tonight.” You say.

“Thanks my girl, love you too, so much. Later.” He says ending the call.

All you can think about is how this will ruin his career, everything he has ever worked for. You burry your face into your pillow and cry some more. 

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Three agonizing weeks pass, and you still haven’t told Jake. How do you tell someone something like this. Something that is not what either of you want. You have been so stressed about everything that you have essentially stopped taking care of yourself. Doing the bare minimum to survive. 

You want to try and relax tonight so you decide to do a self care night with a long shower, and an extra long skin care routine. You eat your favorite dinner and watch your favorite movie. You are feeling much better and you know that Jake will be calling you any minute. He has made it almost a routine to call you every off night around 10pm, which is around 10am his time. He missed last night so you are excited to talk to him tonight. You finish your movie and are about to go get in bed when you realize it's almost 11:30 and you haven’t heard from Jake at all. He must have had a busy night for once you laugh to yourself.

You tuck yourself into your bed, imagining it was Jake’s big fluffy bed, and scroll through instagram. You realize that you never followed Jake’s page and you search him, and follow him. You look through all the pictures, your heart constricting when you see his smile when he is with his brothers, and his very serious playing face. You click over to his tagged photos and something catches your eye causing your heart to beat hard in your chest. 

Jake is tagged in a photo with someone else. The photo is of him, a dark haired girl who is resting her hand on his chest, almost too intimately. His arm is around her waist and Josh and another girl are in a similar position next to them. You click on her profile and see that she posted this photo about 10 hours ago. Last night. When Jake ‘forgot’ you charge his phone.

You click to watch her story on her page and you see videos of all the guys out at dinner last night, each of them paired up and sitting with a gorgeous girl. The same one sitting next to Jake, with his arm propped around the back of her chair. 

The next story shows them drinking together, and everyone is laughing and having a good time only adding to your shock.  

Her last story post is a picture of her kissing his cheek as he poses with his drink with a smirk.

You’ve seen enough and turn off your phone throwing it across the bed. Heart breaking at the thought of him with someone else while you’re here. Like this.

A small tear leaves the corner of your eye. You can’t help but feel like he lied to you when he said he forgot the charge his phone, and tonight when he didn’t call. You brush it off, though. He loves you. He tells you every single day. You go to bed hoping tomorrow when you talk to him, he will explain everything and put your mind at ease. 

When the morning comes you see that your brain has let you sleep in as it is nearly 11:00. You sit up and grab your cell phone from the floor. You must have kicked it off in your sleep last night. You turn it on and see you have a text from Jake.

Jake: I’ve have had a busy couple of days… I haven’t forgotten about you. Love you.

You: Ok.

Jake: Please don’t be mad. 

You: I’m not.

You put your phone on the charger and get up to start your day. You have a follow up appointment today at your doctors office and you are already a bundle of nerves thinking about it. You are supposed to be able to hear the heartbeat today, or see it flickering according to the extensive research you have been conducting. You know that Jake will be home in a week and you have put off telling him. 

As you arrive at the doctors office you repeat the same process as the first time, pee in a cup, wait in the room long enough to second guess every choice you’ve ever made in your life, and then the doctor finally comes in. 

“According to your chart you should be around 7.5 weeks?” She asks.

“Yes.” You reply.

She grabs the ultrasound machine pulling it close to you and inserts the wand. Your heart almost stops when you see the shape of the tiniest little baby floating in the black blob on the screen. 

“This right here, is the baby. This is the umbilical cord, and this here is your placenta.” She says pointing out every thing on the screen. “I am going to take some measurements and check the heart rate. Can you see this little flickering right here? Thats the heart beating. 90bpm heart rate.” She says clicking around on the screen. Your own heart is pounding in your chest. That is a baby, and its growing inside of you. Your mind jumps immediately to Jake. What would he say? What would he do if he got to see this? He would want to be here for this. 

“So the baby is measuring about 6 weeks 4 days, which is about a week behind, but nothing to worry about. This happens sometimes.” She says. “I will have you come in again next week and we will check again, but right now everything looks good.” 

“Could I have a print of this?” You ask pointing to the screen.

“Of course.” She says, sending it to print.

As you get in the car you sit and stare at the tiny baby in the picture and your heart fills with sadness, but also something else… love. Seeing it again today, you realize that it doesn’t matter to you who’s baby it is, you’re its mother, and your body grew this. This perfect little baby. You drive home, and place the ultrasound photo on your refrigerator. You may be coming around to the idea of this. Maybe its not such a horrible thing. Maybe this is how your life was always meant to be. 

You know you have to tell Jake, and that is the worst part. What if he doesn’t want this? How could he? He is a rockstar that is literally across the world right now living his dream. He is not going to give that up for you and a baby. You know this, and accept the reality that this is what will ultimately end it for good. You think about the photos you saw of him last night with that girl wrapped around him and you know he isn’t ready to give up that life. Your heart breaks at the thought of being without him.

You grab your phone from your purse and see you have 2 missed calls and a slew of texts from Jake that you haven’t replied to.

Jake: Miss you. Love you.

Jake: Can’t wait to see you so soon.

Jake: Are you mad at me?

Jake: Call me.

You check the clock and see that it is 1pm, meaning it is 1am where he is. The chances are high that he is asleep but you call him anyways. It rings a few times and he answers.

“Ahhhhh Baby. Why have you been ignoring me all day, why are you mad?” He asks with a sleepy voice. You must have woken him up.

“I don’t know Jake, I didn’t hear from you for a few days. You looked awful cozy with that girl the other night.” You reply. You don’t know what came over you to say that, must be the extra hormones. 

“What girl? What are you talking about?” He asks.

“The one that tagged you in the pictures and stories on Instagram” you reply. “You two were all over each other, and then you didn’t call me or text me for like 2 or 3 days Jake….” You reply.

“No, you’ve got it all wrong. This is why I hate social media. I promise that nothing happened with that girl, we were all just being friendly. Im sorry my love.” He says, but you feel like he is holding back the truth.

“Im sorry, I just don’t believe you.” You say. “When are you supposed to be home Jake? We need to talk.” 

“Day after tomorrow… sugar, what’s going on…You said you weren’t going to leave again, you promised.”

You burst into tears, “I don’t want to leave you Jake, its not even about the girl. Im just emotional I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” you cry into the phone.

“Woah, baby you are being so hot and cold with me. Is everything okay?” He asks.

“I just really need to talk to you, in person.” You reply.

“You are scaring me. What is going on?” He asks sternly. “In fact….”

You hear the FaceTime tone ringing through the ear piece and you answer. 

His sleepy face shows up on your screen and you see him reach to turn a light on.

He is so gorgeous, you remember why you fell in love with him. He sits up and clears his throat.

“Alright darlin, you need to tell me what’s going on, because I will be god damned if I am going to lose you again when I am half way across the world.” He says as you stare at him with longing eyes.

“Please say something!” He says. 

“Jake I would really rather do this in person…” you reply.

“Dammit no! Do it now!” He yells.

A tear falls down your face as all the emotions you have been hiding from him come to the surface. You just stare at his beautiful face through the tiny screen knowing that your next words could change the trajectory of your relationship with him.

“Jake, I’m pregnant.” You say looking down before looking up to his eyes. 

His face is completely shocked, and he is speechless.

“No, thats not possible you have an IUD, you told me you did….” He stammers.

“It failed, Jake…” you reply.

“Oh fuck…” he says “Are you, sure?”

“Yeah, I am. Its actually been a few weeks… I just… I didn’t know how to tell you because, i’m not even sure if…” you cry

“You’re not sure if what?” He says yelling. “If it’s mine? Well its real simple, are you fucking someone else?”

“No Jake, but I don’t know….” You sob.

“Did you fuck someone else! Just answer the question!” He says.

“No Jake, I didn’t. But it would have happened the same night as…” you stop sucking in a deep breath.

“Oh fuck, don’t even tell me… Don’t even say it…. Jesus Christ…” he says panicking. “No you… no, there was a condom on the floor… I saw it!” he pleads.

“I know, but I don’t know if that was his, or someone else’s… I don’t know anything. All I know is that, that night before the party we….” You gesture between the two of you,  “And then at the party he…”  you finish.

“FUCK!” he yells slamming his phone down on the bed. The call ends. You wait to see if he calls back but he doesn’t. 

After minutes pass you send him a text.

You: Jake, please. Say something. Anything.

Jake: I don’t know what to say.

You: I’m sorry.

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Silence. Its complete silence. You haven’t heard anything from Jake. You knew the possibility of this was high. You can’t do this alone. You feel like your world is moving in slow motion. You fall asleep on your couch that night, tears never stopping and praying your phone would ring.

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Pounding. Your head is pounding. You open your eyes and realize it is morning. The pounding isn’t coming from your head. Its coming from your door. Someone is beating on your door.

You check your phone, its 11:30 in the afternoon…. You jump up and run the sleeves of Jakes hoodie over your eyes. You open the door, and are met with what you never expected. Jake.

He grabs you in his arms hugging you lifting you off the ground and kissing your face over and over.

You immediately begin to cry because you are so overwhelmed. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in India?” You cry into his shoulder as he walks in the door, shutting it behind him.

“I was, I got the first flight back. I had no choice but to come straight here. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me—that you have been keeping this a secret this whole time…” he replies. 

“I was scared! This isn’t what you wanted! This will ruin everything! I don’t even know if it’s yours!” You cry.

“Hey, its okay. Everything will be okay.” He says rubbing your face with his thumbs.

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s mine. Always has been. And I do want this, are you kidding me?”

“What?” You ask shocked.

“What, did you think I was going to leave you? Alone with my baby? I may not have wanted this right now, but I do want it. With you. The whole plane ride over all I could think about was you. All I ever looked for, searched for, wanted my whole life, is this, with you. I love you, do you get that? I will never let you go. This baby included. If now is when it all happens then so be it. ”

As the tears fall from your eyes your lips meet his in a kiss that says everything you haven’t been able to say. 

“I was so scared Jake, I didn’t know what I was going to do. You were going to leave me, and I was going to have to keep loving you from afar….with a baby that looked just like you….” You cry. 

“How could you ever think that….” He says pulling you in for another kiss. “I have missed you so much. I am so happy to see you my girl. As for those pictures you saw… those girls ran the coordination for this little leg of tour, they did all the translating and what not. They were overly friendly that night, and Danny actually put them in their place later after she tagged all of us in those photos. I was so drunk all I talked about was you the whole night. I thought Josh was going to kill me. By the time I got back to my room, my phone was dead and I passed out. I am so sorry I fucked up like that. That was truly my mistake.” 

“Baby, it’s okay. I was just overly emotional.” You say pointing to your belly. 

He looks down and a soft smile crosses his face. “Can I…” he asks grabbing the hem of the hoodie.

You nod. 

He kneels down and pushes the hoodie up revealing the soft skin of your stomach pressing a soft kiss to the area right below your belly button and whispering so faintly you almost didn’t catch it, “I’ll never leave you.”

Your heart melts into a puddle and your eyes fill with tears.

“Do you want to… see?” You ask.

He looks up at you standing and nodding his head. You walk to your fridge and remove the tiny picture from under the magnet. You hand him the photo and sit down next to him on the couch.  He stares it at running his fingers over the tiny blob before he looks up to you. “It’s perfect. I can’t wait. ” He says staring at the picture. 

“I love you.” He says sincerely, looking into your soul.

“I love you too, Jake.” You reply as his lips meet yours. 

For the next week Jake never leaves your side. He spends every moment caring for you and talking about the future. A possibility that you never considered. You were so sure that he wouldn’t want this life, that he would want nothing to do with this. But he’s here. He came running. Straight to you.

You have spent most nights back at his house because he knows how much you love his bed, and you do. You sleep better with him next to you. Jake has talked all week about going to the appointment with you today. He can’t wait to see it for himself. He is the first one up today showering and getting ready, bringing you coffee. You smell it before you can even open your eyes. 

“Coffee, my love?” He whispers next to your ear.

“Mmmmm, thank you. You’re up early.” You reply.

“I am just anxious. This is what happens… my brain just turns on and I pace around and keep myself busy.” He says.

“Are you nervous babe?” You ask him.

“I mean, a little bit. Its a baby! My baby.” He says kissing your head.

“Love you” you say with a yawn. 

“Love you too darlin.” He replies.

On the way to the appointment you are nervous. You both are. You can tell that Jake is anxious by the bouncing of his leg as he drives. As you pull into the parking lot you stop and grab his hand. 

“Its going to be okay, right? We will make it work?” You ask nervously.

“Everything is perfect, you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, and you have my baby inside of you. Of course everything is okay, better than okay. Exactly as it should be. ” He says squeezing your hand. 

You make you way inside, wait until you hear your name called and you both walk back. You dress in the pink paper gown and sit on the table. Jake sits in a small chair by the door, his leg bouncing against the floor again. You make small talk to pass the time. The doctor knocks on the door and enters with a smile and introduces her self to Jake before turning to you.

“Hi, how are you doing?” She asks.

“I am great, but anxious.” She replies.

“That is completely normal.” She says pulling her gloves on.

“Would you like to take a look?” She says to Jake.

The cold wand enters you and the screen flickers with the black and white images.

“Alright, let’s see.” She says moving around to find the baby. It looks the same as you remember. 

“So here is the baby, i’m just going to do a few measurements and grab the heart rate.” She says moving the wand around in different positions. 

Jake is absolutely beaming and hand your hand in his bringing it up to his lips. 

She turns the screen to face her. And begins moving the wand around more with a solemn look on her face.

“I’m so sorry but I cannot find the heartbeat. I am going to go grab another doctor to confirm.” She says.

The blood drains from your face and you turn to Jake who is staring at you.

She leaves the room and you begin to panic.  

“Don’t worry baby, it’s okay.” Jake says trying to be reassuring, looking around the room nervously.

The doctor re-enters this time with another behind her. 

“Hi, I am just going to confirm for you.” She says sitting down and putting on gloves before searching with the wand. 

You and Jake stare at each other silently speaking with your eyes. It feels like an eternity has passed. 

“I’m really sorry sweetheart but unfortunately there is no heart beat present. It looks like the growth stopped about a week ago. I believe you are miscarrying at this time.” She stands up and walks out, your doctor thanking her.

“I am very sorry, this unfortunately happens sometimes. Usually it’s due to a genetic abnormality and you have done nothing wrong.” 

Your doctor says.

Jake brings your shaking hand to his lips just holding it there before bending his head down and resting your hands on his forehead. You can tell he is heartbroken.

“I wil give you two a moment. I am going to come back with some information for you.” She says shutting the door behind her.

“Jake… I….” You burst into tears.

“Baby, this is not your fault. This happens. I hate it so fucking much but it does happen. It doesn’t change anything between us.” He says.

He stands up and pulls you to your feet just holding you in his arms as you sob.

“But I wanted it. I wanted it to be yours. I wanted this! I was just scared and now it’s gone!” You cry.

“I wanted it too my love, I really did, and it will be mine…Ours. One day. I promise.” He says softly into your ear. “I love you so much.”

You continue to sob as he holds you.

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Fin.

[svtdarlingbby]

Let's Start Some Rumors- The8xidol!Reader - Part 1

pairing: The8 x reader genre: idol au warnings: occasional cursing word count: 1,189

Summary: You and Minghao are both releasing singles the same month. Competing for the spotlight is hard, but how about sharing the spotlight?

The past few weeks have been busy to say the least. It was the first comeback after your debut as a soloist; while your debut was even more successful than predicted you knew that meant you had to make your comeback even better. Running between the dance studio, music video set, and recording studio with occasional stops to get your makeup and costume done has been hectic. Even though you couldn't have asked for more, living the dream had you busy.

Through it all however your friend Minghao aka The8 from Seventeen had your back through it all. He was just as busy as you since he was also releasing his solo this month however he made time to review your performance and give you tips. Even the smiles you exchanged while passing by him in the halls as you two attended your respective sessions was enough to reassure you through the comeback process. In fact, he even found the time to watch you perform the final scene for your music video.

You finished the final note of your comeback song, smiling even brighter as you realized this was the last of the comeback prep you had to complete. The cheers from the staff also elevated your mood!

"Great job Y/N!" cheered your manager as she hugged you as soon as the camera cut.

"Thank you manager Lina!" you smiled as you hugged her back.

"I'll get in contact with the editor ASAP. Thanks for your hard work!" she said and scurried off before you could interject.

Looking off to where your manager ran off to, you were surprised to be suddenly faced with Minghao.

"Hey Y/N, don't forget about me! You did great! Your comeback is gonna be so successful!" he said as he held up a fist to you.

"Yo Minghao! I could never! Thank you for coming!" you said, fist bumping him back. "By the way, are you done preparing for your comeback?"

"I've just gotta review the music video with the crew and edit anything before it's published!" he said handing you a bottle of water which you appreciated. The set lights are hot as hell.

"That's great! I'm so proud of you too Hao! Although it's kinda weird that you're more prepared for your comeback even though mine is first," you mentioned as you two walked through the pastel set.

"Eh maybe it's just me who wants to get stuff done early as possible," he shrugged. "But you got this. I'm gonna make the boys stream your song"

"Oh my gosh they don't have too!" you laughed and playfully pushed his shoulder.

"Hey, don't think I don't have any conditions. You better be streaming my song 13 times more!" he smirked.

"Xu Minghao I cannot with you" you playfully rolled your eyes and walked away from him.

"Y/N come back!" he whined teasingly.

"My comback's not until next Friday!" you joked, picking up your pace.

"GODDAMMIT Y/N YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!"

You and Minghao's childish antics had the two of you erupting in laughter that echoed across the pastel music video set. You guys were just like teenagers, so full of life. That did not go unnoticed by your manager Lina and Minghao's manager.

Friday arrived faster than you expected and you felt all of the emotions. Your heart beat in excitement, nervousness, fear, and anticipation. How you wished your fans and listeners in general would fall in love with your new song you worked so hard to accomplish.

However, your hopes were shattered by the end of the day. You were thankful to have so many loyal fans buy your album and watch your music video, however numbers were still low. Lower than your debut. You found yourself glued to your phone screen that day, scrolling through various social media platforms to see what everyone had to say.

@Y/NsSmile: Y/N's comeback is sooo good! C'mon guys let’s stream their song!

@hater239: why would we stream a mediocre queen? yeah the song's okay but like her company sucked at promotion

@592luvY/N: first of all, fuck you. second of all I hate that I'm agreeing with you that HYBE could've done a better job at promoting Y/N :\

@Y/NsSmile: yeah I think the numbers would've been higher with better promotions like her debut but come on guys keep streaming!

@kpopstanrocks1244: wait Y/N had a comeback??

Interactions like these were pretty consistent through all of the social media platforms. Even the haters saw what was wrong. You weren't being promoted as much as your debut. Maybe HYBE thought the hype from your debut would carry over into your comeback? It looks like the complete opposite was happening. Feeling bummed out, you kind of isolated yourself aside from Tweeting your fans your genuine thanks for their consistent support. Just as you were about to try and sleep this feeling off, you received a text from Minghao.

Minghao: Hey Y/N, I'm so proud of you. Numbers aren't everything. Quality artists and their songs are more worth it, just like you

Despite your unhopeful mood, you felt yourself smile at his kind message.

Y/N: Hey Minghao, don't worry about it! Thank you so much for the support seriously. I hope your comeback doesn't flop lol

Minghao: bruh you're not gonna flop. it'll be fine. please take care!

Y/N: ur too kind Minghao, thank you

The short conversation ended there before you went to bed. You'd have to wake up early for some meetings and some more attempts to promote your song later tomorrow.

The next morning came quickly and you still felt groggy. The euphoria from your debut did not transfer to your comeback. Begrudgingly, you made it to the meeting room where your manager Lina told you to meet her and the higher ups. In all honesty, you wanted this meeting to end quickly since you knew you might be berated for the low numbers despite having no control over pre-comeback promotion.

"Hello-" you said as you entered the room but cut yourself off at the sight of Minghao in the meeting room.

"Good morning Y/N, take a seat" said manager Lina.

You sat down and the meeting began.

"So as we all know, Y/N's comeback did not perform as planned," said the head manager.

"Sheesh, isn't that the elephant in the room?" you thought but nonetheless tried to pay attention, averting Minghao's gaze.

"These numbers are appalling, however the comeback is still salvageable," said the head manager.

"How, sir?" asked manager Lina knowingly.

"Well, we know that Minghao's comeback in next week and we don't want the same happening to him. And we don't want to lose profit on Y/N's poor comeback. So we need publicity," said the head manager.

"Right, so Lina and the head manager have devised a plan involving both Minghao and Y/N," said Minghao's manager.

"What does the plan involve?" you asked as you glanced over at Minghao who seemed just as confused.

"We're going to create a dating scandal between Y/N and Minghao"

"WHAT?!!??"

part 2

[amorficzna]

For the sentence starter prompt thing... Karlach/Wyll: “How I wish you could see yourself as I see you.” 💜

Thanks sm for asking for some of these two I love them, I just had to do a bit from the tiefling party!

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The tieflings were in the full swing of the party now, and although Karlach fucking missed parties, there was something - or rather, someone - that was calling to her more right now. Anyway, Shadowheart always had a bit of wine tucked away. Maybe she would even be willing to share later. 

The lights of Rolan’s magic tricks dimmed quickly as she made her way towards the edge of the water, where she saw Wyll run off as soon as they made it to camp. She wanted to give him his space, but she was fucking worried too. It was only a few days past that Mizora transformed him into his devilish form, and the boisterous Blade of Frontiers was replaced with a very quiet, very withdrawn Wyll. It wasn't him, and she hated it, hated seeing him punish himself even though it meant he saved her. 

A pair of curved horns appeared in the darkness before her. He was sitting on the water’s edge, back turned to the roaring flame of the bonfire so its light licked up his skin like a beautiful battle. 

She shook her head, “Hey, hero.”

He turned, his face half in the light now, the scars of his skin marking deep shadows. Her engine flared at the sight of him, and now thanks to it his face was fully in view, though still flicking with shadows. There was a warm Wyll smile on his face even if she could see the way his eyes didn’t light up to match it. 

“Karlach! What are you doing all the way out here? You should get back to the party. It’s been a while, right?” 

His smile was so kind. It almost tricked her, almost, if only she hadn’t worn the same expression for however many fucking days, years, she’s had to. She fidgeted on her feet. Pushed some sand with her foot. Right. She sat down beside him, and the sand around her began cracking into small shards of glass that moved with her, tinkling with their new crystal form. His eyes widened at the sight, watching in awe of it. Of her, maybe. She shook her head again. 

“It’s no party without you, Wyll. Just wanted to check on how yer faring, is all. You… you doing alright?” 

She peeked over at him, but his eyes were on the rippling waters ahead. His smile was gone. 

“Just… didn’t want to ruin the tiefling’s night with my presence. They’ve been through enough as is, with their frights in Avernus. I’m sure you would understand that seeing a devil wouldn’t be… appreciated.” 

She nodded, “I get it. So lemme stay and hang out with you, eh?”

He smiled again, and there was something besides the numb trying-to-not-really-be-there glaze in there this time. It was a start, she thought. A beautiful start. 

“No need! I’m doing just fine on my own here.”

She huffed, “I ain’t buying it, Wyll. I’m hunkering down right here with ya, if it means I get to spend time with my favorite savior.” 

He shook his head at that, “No savior now,” he said softly. 

Devil wasn’t said, but they both felt it in the air between them. 

She blinked, and an errant thought crossed her mind. It was out of her mouth before she could stop it. 

“You don’t see me as a failure, do ya? Or a freak or something? Cause of my heart?” 

It wasn’t just her heart. The engine left pockmarked exhaust holes and burned skin twice, thrice scarred over. It left her changed. Inside and out. She knew no one would say anything. But sometimes they would stare a bit longer than they would otherwise. She wasn’t just a tiefling anymore. She was a walking weapon.

Wyll turned to her, his hand so close to where hers was in the sand she could almost touch it. His eyes were serious, and when he looked at her she felt the beating of her engine speed up, firing off cylinders of warmth through her.

“I would never. You… you’re you, Karlach. An incredible woman. A fighter, a survivor, a warrior through and through. The world cracks and changes simply with you being in it,” he gestured broadly at the glass now surrounding her in a small sea among all of the sand, “Never think of yourself as any less than that,” his voice was strong, reassuring.

She swallowed heavily. Wasn’t exactly expecting all of that now. Fuck.  

She dared graze the very edge of his finger where it sat in the sand with her pinky, and Wyll gasped. She hoped it wasn’t from her heat burning him. But he didn’t pull away, so maybe it wasn’t.

“Well then,” her voice was a bit hoarse, and she wished she was better with words, “How I wish you could see yourself as I see you, Wyll. Because… because right back at ‘cha.” 

His smile was fucking brilliant, his eyes bright as he looked at her.

“I believe you,” he said.

And then they spoke, long into that deep night.

[michelleleewise]

Tale as Old as Time

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: yelling, fighting, animal attack (not graphic), mentions of injury, slight mention of blood,

Summary: you find out the truth about the castle, and the monster.......

Part five-

You sat in the corner of your prison, holding your knees to your chest when you felt the castle shake, hearing bricks falling to the ground. You shot up going to the window. "Oh dear..." you heard Natasha "what happened, was that an earthquake?" You asked walking back into the room "no my dear, our time is running out." She sighed hopping back against the wall. "What does the mean?" You asked standing in front of her "Sorry dear, I'm wore out. I think a nap Is in order." She said yawning before she went still, looking like a piece of furniture again. "Natasha?" You carefully put your hand on a drawer but nothing happened.

You looked around the room when you felt your stomach rumble "maybe I should try to eat." You said to yourself. You slowly walked to the door hoping everyone had left, you knew he had. You slowly turned the handle peeking out seeing the hall empty. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you made your way down the deserted halls, no sign of life anywhere. "Madam, I see you've decided to take a stoll." You heard, whipping around seeing James hopping up behind you "Yes, I thought I should become acquainted with my new prison." You snarked turning back around. "Well, let's get you something to eat eh?" He said hopping in front of you. "But I thought your master said..." you started "what the master doesn't know.." he said winking "come, the kitchen is this way." He said as you followed him.

You walked into a large room, the table looked big enough for a hundred people "this place is huge." You said hearing your voice echo "yes, the master held many parties here, but now the castle is just a shell of it's former glory." He said sadly hopping onto the table. You took a seat at the very end of the table when a tea cup slid down the table "Hi, Im Peter." It said smiling "well hello peter, I'm y/n." You smiled back. "She's pretty mama." He said to the teapot hopping down the table "hello dear, I'm Mrs. Potts but you can call me Pepper." She said smiling "nice to meet you Pepper, I'm y/n." You introduced yourself. "Pepper! You shouldn't be talking to her!" Your heard as Anthony hopped angrily up the table "I can talk to whoever I wish." She said sternly to him hearing him huff "ignore him dear, he's full of hot air." She smiled making you laugh seeing Anthony roll his eyes.

"Dinner is served." You heard James bellow from the chandelier "how did he get up there?" You laughed "oh he's quite athletic that one." You heard Pepper say. A plate hopped on the table in front of you as a group of pots and pans made their way down the table, dishing up a three course meal as you watched in amazement. "So you were all servants here?" You asked Pepper as she kept every one organized "Yes, before the master was cursed, we all worked here in the castle, and now..." She sighed looking at peter. "So, how do you break the curse?" You asked as they all looked at you. "He has to fall in love!" Peter called out drawing everyone's attention. "W..what happens if he doesn't?" You asked "I'm afraid he will be cursed to remain in the form he is in and we...." Pepper trailed off looking at Peter. "Oh....I see." You said looking down. "Don't worry about that dear, eat up and let us know if you need anything." She smiled hopping towards peter.

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"OK, off to bed with you." James said walking you to the stairs "Yes, straight to bed, no dawdling." Anthony called out as you walked up. "Ok ok, I'll go straight to my room, jeez." You sighed "and stay away from the west wing!" He called out "Yes sir!" You called back mock saluting him seeing him roll his eyes. You walked towards your hallway, glancing back seeing them hop off to somewhere. When they were out of sight you quickly ran across to the other side of the stairs.

You walked the dark hallway, paintings adorned the walls lined with suits of armor, some having been knocked over. You got an uneasy feeling the further you ventured, the silence was deafening when you came across a painting of a family. You looked at the gold placard reading "Queen Frigga, King Odin, and Prince Loki." You looked up seeing a beautiful woman with long golden hair sitting in a chair, an older man sitting in a chair next to her holding her hand, and another man stood behind them in the middle but his face was missing, like someone ripped that part of the painting out. "Prince Loki..." you said to yourself as you backed up, looking down the hall to a set of doors at the very end.

You looked back down the hall making sure no one saw you before tuning and heading towards the doors. You slowly pushed it open seeing no one inside and slipped in, closing the door behind you. You looked around seeing broken furniture littering the room, the curtains ripped down, a mirror hanging on the wall had been smashed. "What happened here...." you whispered to yourself slowly walking further in when something bright caught your eye. A small table was sat near the balcony doors, a glass cloche sat atop it with a blue glowing light. You tip toed to it, looking around making sure no one was there.

You stood before the table, slowly lifting the glass seeing a bright blue snow flake floating in mid air twinkling in the light. You slowly reached your hand out trying to figure out how it was floating when something jumped down from the roof making you jump "what are you doing here!?" Loki yelled storming towards you, pulling the coche out of your hand setting back on around the snowflake "i...I'm sorry i.." you started "Do you realize what you could have done!?" He yelled again spinning to face you "I didn't mean any harm, I just.." you tried "YOU COULD HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING!" He yelled towering over you "im sorry! I..." you tried again. Loki picked up a chair throwing it againt the wall "GET OUT!" He yelled "but i.." You said "GET....OOOUUUTTT!" He yelled again making you run as fast as you could from the room down the hall.

You ran down the stairs towards the front doors "Madam, where are you going?" You heard James call out as you grabbed a cloak by the door "I can't stay here a minute longer!" You yelled running out the door. You ran down the front steps seeing Slepnir "what...did you come back for me?" You asked hearing him neigh "let's get out of here." You told him jumping in the saddle you took off as fast as he could go. You entered the woods hearing a wolf howl "hurry up boy." You said holding tight to the reigns. You heard another howl closer, looking behind you seeing a pack running close behind you "shit! Come on boy faster!" You yelled digging your heels in holding on. You ducked quickly to avoid a tree when Slepnir reared up, bucking you off. You stood up, seeing you were surrounded as they nipped at Slepnir's legs. You picked up a large stick hitting one in the face as another lunged grabbing your cloak pulling you down.

You yanked on it trying to get free when one came up in front of you growling. You closed your eyes bracing for the inevitable when you heard a loud whimper. Opening your eyes you saw him, kneeling between you and the wolves. He turned looking at you, there was almost a softness in his eyes "Are you alright?" He asked as you nodded. You pointed at a wolf that was about to lunge and he quickly grabbed it throwing it into a tree. Suddenly the whole pack descended on him as he punched, and threw them in all directions. You quickly looked around for anything you could use as a weapon hearing his cloak tear, hearing him growl loudly when one bit his arm before throwing it against a tree. You watched anxiously as the wolves retreated into the woods. He looked back at you stumbling, hearing him huff as he fell to the ground.

You quickly turned to Slepnir about to ride off but something made you stop. You looked back at him laying in the snow, seeing the bite mark on his arm. You slid your cloak off walking over kneeling next to him you laid it over him "a..are you awake?" You asked quietly as he slowly opened his eyes. "I'm gonna need you to do something for me.." you said as he looked into your eyes "I'm going to need you to stand." You said as you grabbed his arm helping him up guiding him to Slepnir.

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You got him settled in the chair by the fire "stay there, I'll be right back." You told him as he glared at you. You ran grabbing a bowl of warm water, a towel and bandages from the washroom. You knelt down in front of him trying to grab his arm as he pulled it away from you cradling "will you....hold still." You said reaching for his arm with the towel finally catching it pressing the towel down as he growled "AAHH THAT HURTS!" He yelled glaring at you "Well if You would hold still it wouldn't hurt so much!" You yelled back not releasing his arm "if you hadn't of run away I wouldn't have been injured!" He yelled back. "Well if you hadn't frightend me maybe I wouldn't have run away!" You yelled back cleaning his arm as he glared at you.

"Well, you shouldn't have been in the west wing, nor my chambers for that matter!" He yelled wincing as you cleaned his wound "Well you need to control your temper!" You yelled back as he went speechless not looking at you. "So, your...your Prince Loki....aren't you?" You asked as he turned to look at you. "Yes, I am....or was I should say." He sighed looking down. "Well thank you, Loki. For saving my life." You said grabbing the bandages. He watched you meticulously wrap his arm, not flinching when you touched his skin. You looked into his eyes smiling "y..your...welcome." He said nodding. "I'll make you some tea and we'll see if there are any other cuts to attend to." You said squeezing his hand smiling. He watched you get up and walk to the kitchen before looking into the fire.

"Master, are you alright." James asked hopping onto the table "yes! Yes I'm fine." He said clearing his throat. "I will be retiring soon, please ensure y/n has everything she needs...please." He said looking down. "Of course master." James said nodding his head hopping down. James made his way towards the kitchen seeing Pepper and Anthony "what happened?" Pepper asked "I think the ice around his heart may have melted a little." James said smiling continuing to the kitchen. Pepper looked down at Peter "are they in love mama?" Peter asked "no my dear, not yet. But there may be something there that wasn't there before." She winked "off to bed now let's go." She said as Peter hopped into the cabinet. "Do you really think the master can learn to love Pep?" Anthony asked "if anyone can teach him, it's her." She smiled watching you bring him his tea. "She's special that one." She said hopping in the cabinet.

Every man needs that one woman who can soothe the beast inside them......you might be Loki's......

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[that-one-gay-writer1227]

Hiyo! It's me again, about the Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem Archon reader it can either be sfw or nsfw the specifics of the story is that they're old acquaintances that met before scara joined the fataui then later met again with him as wanderer

Forever and a Day

A/N: Thank you anon! I'm sorry for the inconvenience earlier, I just needed to make sure of the details before I started writing ehe. I meant to post this sooner, but the past few days have absolutely been chaotic for me and I had to step away from writing much to my dismay, but anyways, I absolutely love this idea! wishing you a happy Friday, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: You and Scaramouche had been close before he joined the Fatui, back when he was known as Kabukimono. You were assigned to help Ei create her puppet, as you were a fellow archon. You were never told of the events that happened in the town where the furnace workers lived and, after Kabukimono had left what remained of the Raiden gokaden, he went missing. At least you thought until you meet someone on your journey with the infamous traveler centuries later.

Warnings: mild cussing, mentions of past death, !fem pronouns!, slightly angsty (dw dw i promise there's comfort T^T), I had to change some of the canon around for this, also even with as much research as I've done I haven't gotten this far in the game myself so I apologize if it's way too off the mark.

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500 years.

It'd been 500 years since the fall of K'haenria.

It'd been 500 years since Ei created her puppet, the Raiden Shogun.

It'd been 500 years since you'd seen your friend Kabukimono.

You curse yourself for the incident, if you'd just been there Kabukimono wouldn't have left. He'd still be with you. He'd be happy with you. He wouldn't have run off. He would've been ok. You would've known he was ok.

Despite it having been centuries you couldn't release the fact that you blame yourself for him going missing. You missed him with your entirety of being. I mean you've known him almost since his creation. The electro archon, Ei, was someone you'd known for a long, long time.

You weren't particularly close with her, but you'd known her ambition enough to assist her in making a puppet body that would outlive her, granting her eternity as she so strived for.

During this journey of learning how to create puppets, someone special was created as a prototype. A young man left unnamed. You'd spend your days with him, teaching him, learning from him. You'd grown to be friends. even after Ei had sent him to the Shakkei pavilion, you'd still meet with him.

But that all feels so fuzzy now. It's been so long that you barely remembered his face. You could only remember the good days, the bad, and the accident.

Since then you'd left Inazuma, not wanting to be reminded of your old friend and not wanting to see the archon that had made you choose your work over him, without even allowing you to know what had happened, or even how it happened.

Spending time traveling all of teyvat for 500 years as an archon was interesting. You'd make some lovely friends in your time. Some close, others not so much. To be honest it was painful and numbing watching as the others had been growing old, getting to spend their lives with their loved ones while the one you'd give anything for just an hour with was archons knows where.

You started in liyue, exploring all the city had to offer, meeting the geo archon rex lapis again for the first time since the archon war. You'd spend time with him reliving good times.

Then you'd travel to Sumeru to explore the region. You weren't able to meet with the current archon due to her being in isolation. The cities and nature surrounding Sumeru were quite beautiful. the food, nature, and the atmosphere were all intoxicating.

The final stop in your journey and your most recent abode was in Mondstat, the city of freedom. you'd meet plenty of different people in this city and eventually you even met the infamous traveler. This is where your journey begins.

The months that followed were on and off in your journey. For parts of it, you and Aether (plus the emergency food) would venture together, and for some parts, you'd spend on your own.

You'd be with them while traveling through Sumeru city. It was a relatively peaceful day, the sun was just barely set leaving you, Aether, and Paimon in the bast of the evening. The air was cool and the breeze was gentle. You'd come back to permanently traveling with them as a result of an emergency not too long prior. You'd heard that someone named Scaramouche had recently tried to steal your old project partner and previous friend's gnosis, inevitably failing.

As you continued down the winding roads of merchant stands and stores, you spotted something familiar,

A little too familiar.

At first, you felt your eyes were deceiving you. Plenty of people wore that style of hat, hell you'd seen countless hats of the style. You did your best to ignore it, pushing that sliver of hope down as low as you could. Hoping and pleading it would die out, but curiosity got the better of you.

Aether seemed to notice your attention, pulling your hand back as soon as he noticed what you'd been looking at.

"You can't just go up to him. We don't know what he'll do.." Aether's tone was cautious and you could hear a hint of anxiety behind it as he warned.

You'd never felt so confused. Did Aether know him? Was this not Kabukimono? If not then who was this person who seemed to have the same hair, hat, height, and posture-

The more you'd think about it, the more you felt he was familiar. The more you thought he was just who you were hoping for. You pulled your hand from Aether's softly, giving him sympathetic eyes.

"Aether, I need to see if it's him. Please don't try and stop me."

And with that, you left the poor blonde and his flying emergency food paimon alone as you walked slowly towards the young man in a large blue hat with tassels and decor.

The walk felt like it went on forever, your heart beating in your chest, your legs feeling like they might collapse under the pressure at any given moment. All it would've taken was a little push and you'd tip over. Part of You wanted to do that, but you needed to know.

You'd take two more steps before he turned around, looking dead into your eyes. You were only out of arms reach, and you felt miles apart.

"K-Kabukimono?..." You felt your eyes fill with tears. boiling, painful, and godamn swollen tears. You weren't sure if it was joy or sadness.

The confused and startled look on his face told you enough. You felt hurt by his next statement in the way it stung under your skin.

"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong person. Miss are you alright?.."

His voice was timid and gentle. He was genuine and quite quiet. It made your heart clench. You'd begin letting the tears fall, try to catch them with your hand as best as you could to save yourself from the embarrassment.

"Well miss, I don't know who that is, but I wish you luck in finding them, Here's this. Please don't cry.." He handed you a soft napkin. One you recognized as the one he gave you back at the pavilion so many centuries ago. It was worn severely, but almost perfectly intact. The color was faded and the fabric was no longer as soft as it once was so long ago. "I apologize, this is all I have at the moment. I hope it will suffice. please do not worry about returning it, it's not a problem"

You'd nod taking the tissue, looking it over. Your initials had been engraved in small silver letters in the corner. You patted your eyes and took a moment to compose yourself.

"I'm sorry, you just...You look like an old companion of mine that I'd lost a long time ago." You flushed slightly at how broken your voice sounded. You pivoted your head to look anywhere except him subtly. That solely lasted a moment before you turned your head to face him directly in his sonorous blue eyes.

His regard softened as there was a beat of silence. He glanced at you with a hint of a smile and gentle eyes. You missed his eyes. You missed his smile. "I have to go harvest a few sunsettias, Would you care to join me? I may not be your lost friend, though I'd love to get to know more about him, and you as well."

You accepted his request, your heart fluttering in your chest. 500 years may make some forget the names and memories of even the closest companions, lovers, and soulmates. But for you, 500 years of what you thought would be endless searching really put into perspective just how much you truly loved him, and this time you wouldn't leave his side for a heartbeat.

[tehriel]

Terzo x Reader

Not R rated, but the conversation it dirty

Unedited rough from my long winded fanfic just hit 80k yey

Just two people falling in love who really wish they weren’t falling in love.

Tags: characters vibing, Mathew Lillard love, companionship

“Are you okay, Pittore?” The room was awash with nag champa body wash and tendrils of steam.

You turned over again to see him in black silk pyjamas, hair wet and combed back. His face was clean and impish. “Yeah, it’s just a lot,” you grimaced.

“Shower pressures…. Eh,” he thumbed, “if you still need mulling over.”

“I think I’ve stewed enough,” you drew yourself up in bed. Your body long to be held, you shoved the feeling down. “Now, what do two people do in hotel rooms on holiday?”

“Is this a trick question?” He arched a brow and came to sit on his bed. They were less than a metre apart.

“If you are not being painted, fucking someone, popeing about, bowling, writing music… what do you do, Terzo?”

“Popeing about?!” He frowned, “I know I must do something… but right now, I cannot think… I spend a lot of time with my ghouls, the church takes up most of my time. Sermons, giving guidance, funerals, marriage, mass, music, rituals, planning…” as he spoke he seemed to get more and more tired.

“Is it fulfilling, Terzo?” You asked quietly.

“I uh… I hope so, I give a lot of myself to it after all,” he laid on his side to watch you.

“It gives back though?”

He went silent in thought.

Perhaps you should not have prodded, “what do you do with your ghouls?”

“We drink, we talk, we listen to music, we watch horror films,” his voice was still distant.

“Do we watch something?” You guessed and thumbed over to the ancient television.

“I think I remember something about touching ourselves to Scream? Oh Mathew Lillard, take me right here right now~” he purred.

“Might be a bit jumpy for Scream, Scooby doo was also on the table,” you guessed.

“One or two?” He narrowed his eyes.

“I am surprised you’ve seen either, really,” you chuckled.

“Oh, you do not understand my love of scooby doo, you know my father was actually featured in an episode of scooby doo,” he said pridefully, “he’s an ass but it’s a kind of claim to fame.”

“Bullshit,” you scoffed.

“Is not, you got a laptop?”

You grabbed up your iPad in disbelief and shuffled up to squeeze yourself next to him on the single mattress.

“If I knew it was going to be like this, I would have got a third, bigger bed for activities,” he chuckled, squeezing himself close to the wall.

“Oop,” you almost fell off. “Try lengthways.”

He began laughing seemingly out of nowhere. And shuffled about until his back was toward the wall adjacent.

“What?” You join his contagious giggle.

“It’s like two awkward teenagers, rearranging, ‘try it lengthways, Terzo’,” he chuckled some more.

You shook your head and passed him a pillow before grabbing one for yourself, placing it behind your back. You were close enough to run shoulders. It was a closeness you needed.

“Uh passcode…” he politely looked away as you unlocked your iPad. “Oh cuuute,” He drawled. Your background was another photo of you and Marie, you were larping, it was old. Rhea kept the two of you apart for a long time, you were just glad she waited for you in the aftermath. “You said I was the elf, but it was you all along, you are the Legolas,”

“So it seems, my pointed ears are fake though,” you smirked.

“And that is Marie?” He pointed to the woman in full plate.

“Yes and I can see you drooling.”

“I do not know what you mean.” He opened YouTube and looked up a specific scooby episode featuring Papa Emeritus Nihil.

“Well I’ll be damned, he is a likeness,”

“Yes, he used to do the teeth over the lips,” he referred to the makeup. “I think the upper lip is uh, sexier, si?” He looked at you.

“Oh, you’re looking for my approval? hmm,” you looked at him then back to the cartoon chase scene. “You got a photo of him?”

“Uh… one better…” he went through YouTube again and looked up the whiskey-a-go-go 1969.

“And that’s your Dad?”

He huffed, “that’s my dad.”

He certainly paraded himself like he was related to Terzo. “Hmm, I like your simplistic one, I think… or perhaps I’m more used to it?”

“Very definite, thank you, Pittore.”

“I aim to please,” you smirked.

“I somehow doubt that.”

“You have assumptions do you?” You gave him a sly look, “go on, you know if we both assumed we would not enjoy each other, might be a bit of a cold shower.” You shrugged.

“I…. Don’t know in which world I wouldn’t enjoy you, Caro,” he wrinkled his nose.

“Hmm, you’ve got strangely long toenails.”

“And that turns you off me, huh? Who knew you were so vain,” he grinned away.

“They curl and cut into my shins, couldn’t have that,” your mouth pulled in disgust.

“You uh… overthink the morality of our sex, you want to top me because, patriarchy, but want to take it because you want duality. You weigh so much of the world on your shoulders, you would not be present. You’d only come when thinking of world peace.”

“Wow, I’ve been read. Yikes Terzo, the sting.” He only beamed at you. “Yeah, well, you can talk about being present. You’re going to be thinking of your mighty goat lord, eager to please him more than me. Hell, you’ll be imagining me with a big goat head and hooves. Hoof fetish.”

“Looks like we both have claws tonight, Caro Pittore, ouch, if I wasn't thinking of him before, I will now. Thank you.” he rubbed his silk clad chest, “and still you will be thinking of Sister Josie looming over us from the ceiling. You’re going to have your eyes closed the whole time!”

“You’re just going to be bad, you have the reputation. The thing about narrative is that we feel like we must live up to them. You’re going to treat sex like a kind of tried true checklist, literally counting thrusts,” you knocked his shoulder with yours as you both chuckled. “No soul, Terzo.”

“Counting trusts!” He parroted, laughing.

“Yes, yes, to ABBA, always with the ABBA Terzo, we had ABBA last night, are we having it five nights in a row?!”

“Gimme gimme gimme, just has a rhythm I like to thrust to,” he justified in whine.

“Oh no, you’ve ruined the song for me!” You sulked.

“Or have I made it better, Pittore? Huh?” When you only gave him a distressed look he took aim, “You know with all your overthinking, you might do better fucking my no-friends rat-boy brother.”

“No-friends rat-boy?!” You wheezed, “hey, no, I like Copia.”

“Si, but he is my brother so I am contractually obligated to be at least a little mean to him. The two of you would come with clothes still on talking about the nature of… obscurity and… authenticity?”

“Stop, the discourse, it’s almost too much for me to handle!” You laughed.

“I do not think this is helping, I think if anything, I want to fuck you even more.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, who else could you come clean to about your hoof fetish?” You grimaced.

“Exactly, who else would love me for my heinous toes…? uh, make love to me…” he amended over himself.

You ignored the slip and looked down to where his feet were bare and perfectly normal looking, “yep, they are a crime against nature,” you nodded in lament.

“Enough, you’ll make me all flustered with all this toenail talk, if we delved into any kind of heated discourse, that would be it for you too. Safer if we just watch our movie, huh?”

“Yes, quite right,” you smiled.

“You uh, comfortable here or should we…?” he nodded over to the two armchairs but the tv.

You felt the warmth radiating from his arm, the scent of incense and leather, “I’m good here.. are you okay here?”

“Si, Tesoro,” he said softly and found the first scooby doo on Netflix. At some point his arm came around your middle. You were comfortable, worse, you were safe.

Thank you for reading! Here is where the full fic will eventually be~ there is a first chapter hanging out if you want to read that c: