#sitting at home waiting for true love to break down my door is not gonna work

[television-overload]

Having both of these personality traits is cruel because it means you are perpetually single with no sign of hope unless you pull yourself together 😂

I'm speaking from experience

[thevillainswhore]

A Forbidden Invitation

Pairing: Best Friend’s Dad!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: You think a one night stand from the summer, the best fuck of your life, is a done deal — a single, heated encounter that now lives vividly in your memories. But you learn that your actions have consequences when you befriend a new student, starting in the new term, and she invites you over to meet her Dad.

Warnings: Age gap, flashback, betrayal of friendship, manipulation, coercion, reader has severe daddy issues and self esteem problems, derogatory names, daddy kink, praise kink, smut, kissing, nipple play, blowjob, throat fucking, choking, fingering, pussy slapping, p in v sex, squirting.

Author’s Note: Unbeta’d, warning graphics and dividers by @rookthorne

“Come on, babe!” Rebecca whined at the edge of your bed. “You’re telling me a weekend away from this shithole doesn’t sound good?” 

It had been a whole hour of your friend begging you to come back home with her for your midterm break and while you usually had the patience of a saint, it was difficult to keep composed as she refused to back down to your unacceptable reasoning.

You sighed, finally closing your laptop with an inwards huff and coming to terms that you would not be getting any more work done. Blowing out a breath, you leveled your gaze onto her. 

“Becs,” you treaded carefully, mindful of her feelings. “It’s very sweet of you. But, I really need to get my work finished.” Rebecca’s face fell sullen and you rushed to explain. “I just like my time alone, y'know? I concentrate better.”

Her brunette hair fell over her eyes as she bowed her head. This girl really knew how to put on a show and you playfully rolled your eyes at her dramatics. But as she lifted her head with a pout and her wide, shining ocean blues, you knew you were done for. 

Oh no. The puppy eyes.

“Hey!” You pointed at her. “No—stop that! I’m not changing my mind.” 

The intensity of her stare only worsened while she slowly gained on you. “But what am I gonna tell my Dad when he asks when you’re not there?” 

“Wait.” Clarity hit you then and you held your hand up to stop your friend in her tracks. With a glare you questioned, “Did you already say I was coming?” 

The guilty twitch of her eye said it all. “Maybe—“

“Becca!” 

“I couldn’t help it!” she swore. “My dad invited you, I couldn’t tell him no.” 

“He invited me?” you asked, surprised. 

“Yeah. The day we met, he called to see how I was doing—asked if I had made any new friends.” 

She shrugged. “We’ve moved around a lot ever since I can remember and trying to fit in somewhere…” Her voice suddenly grew quiet as she solemnly whispered, “I’ve never had a real friend before. You’re the only one who’s been able to stick around for so long and he really wants to meet you.”

The frustration embedded in you faded out to make way for the sudden ache in your heart. To your knowledge, Rebecca was a new student who transitioned to your college in the middle of the recent school year. Both of you had a couple of classes together and the first time you ever saw her still reigned fresh in your mind. 

The doors to the auditorium crashed open as she stumbled in late and out of breath to her first class. Strands of her brown hair fell from the messy bun on the top of her head and her cheeks coloured bright red; it pained you to watch her embarrassment as a room of over a hundred stared at her, along with the professor. And so began your friendship when you rushed out of your seat to help her with her huge stack of books, ushering her to the back to sit next to you. 

Since then the two of you had been inseparable. Rebecca was a genuine, lovely girl — sweet and a breath of fresh air to your college life. She never failed to let you know how appreciative she was to your kindness of friendship, so even though you had only known her for a short while, it felt as though she was a true friend; one who would be staying around for a while.

Sighing in defeat, there was no way you could decline the offer after hearing she had been gushing over you to her Dad. “Okay, okay—Fine. I’ll come— AH!”

You squealed as she leapt onto you, knocking you back against your mattress as she profusely thanked you while vibrating with joy. The giggles and uncontrolled laughter that filled your room masked the unexplainable dread knotted in your stomach. But not wanting to tarnish Rebecca’s excitement, you let go of your worries for the time being. 

Going to the club alone wasn’t an activity you made a habit out of; you understood the dangers of your vulnerability to men who couldn’t take a hint. 

However, that summer night — a hazy memory now in the present — forbade common sense and instead, threw it out of the window. Not to be seen again until you woke up the next day. 

The stress of the week had gotten too much for you; too many assignments needing to be handed in at once, your parents bombarding you with passive aggressive texts about their ongoing disappointment with you and the cherry on top of it all, you had caught your boyfriend cheating on you with the girl he had sworn you had nothing to worry about. 

So of course, that week in particular had tested you. But instead of moping around your dorm room, your mind unhelpfully persisted with the motion to get shitfaced drunk and allow future you to worry about your problems. In the moment, you thought that to be your most genius idea of the week — letting your hair down in a sweaty nightclub around people you didn’t know and not caring about the consequences sounded perfect. 

In hindsight, it was probably one of your most beautiful mistakes. 

You remembered it all clearly. The newfound freedom of not giving a fuck, the humid air with the bass of the speakers invading your ears — every small detail added to the atmosphere as you were in your own world in the middle of the dancefloor, erotically swaying your hips side to side and running your hands through your hair. 

The short cocktail dress you had worn to make yourself feel good illuminated your curves while also giving you the liberty to dance without limit to your movement. You wanted to forget for a while — go crazy and let loose. 

Which was why the stunning pair of cerulean eyes that pinned you down across the room from the bar was your ticket to a night of fun — everything you needed at the moment in time. From your vantage point, the stranger looked to be in his forties, but in the best way possible. His form was built, the right amount of muscle carrying his frame and his grown out brown locks tucked behind his ears. No one had ever looked more sexy to you. 

Aware of being the center of attention to an attractive stranger, you smoothed your hands down from your hair, seductively over your neck, teasing your glowing skin and finally to your chest. You bit your lip when his hungry stare that soaked your lace underwear focused on your tits, overspilling from your dress and you watched, smug and exhilarated as the unknown man tightened his fist against his tight trouser cladded thighs. 

Through the whole night, the delightful burn of his stare never left you. A brand was marked into your skin; a warning to everyone else that you were spoken for — only for the night at least. 

If you ordered a drink at the bar, the stranger was a couple of seats down from you, greedily lapping up your figure. If you were sitting in the smokers area, catching your breath and cooling down, he was there too, leaning against the brick wall smoking a cigarette with his attention solely focused on you, no matter the amount of women who were not so discreetly throwing themselves over him. 

Even at the end of the night, as you once again danced to the deep bass of the beat among everyone else, he watched you from his own corner, still as enamored with you as the first time your eyes met. 

Adrenaline spiked your veins. It was addicting to be the object of someone’s desires, to be seen. 

You had only spoken through heated looks and loaded glances, but he was unlike any man you had encountered before. Mysterious and cryptic. You were just as lost in him as he was into you and you couldn’t have cared less that he was obviously older than you. It was what you needed. He was what you needed. 

The buzz from the few shots you had taken reached their peak and you decided it was now or never to claim what you so rightfully deserved. 

With a bounce in your step, you strutted in your heels through the crowd of people, never taking your eyes off your prize and him neither. He licked his lips as you closed the distance, stopping just before you bumped into the tip of his shoes. 

“Listen,” you spoke over the music, determined and resolute. “I’m gonna skip past the pleasantries and bullshit.” The allured stranger raised his eyebrow, intrigued. “You want me and I definitely want you. So, do you want to get out of here?” 

Your bravery faltered slightly as you realised in his close proximity how direct you had been. While you were almost certain this stranger was as attracted to you as you were to him, the tiny seed of doubt that a mature man wouldn’t want to hook up with someone as young as you revoked your liquid courage. 

But that worry soon disappeared when he gave you a fierce once over now you were up close. A raging storm of lust and desire clouded his beautiful eyes, wild and desperate to get his hands on you. Your breaths came in quick and heavy as he smirked so sinfully. The bastard knew he held so much power in the palm of his hands when his body towered over yours, the difference in size between you not hard to miss. There you could tell the fun had already begun. 

The rest of the club became a blur as he brought his mouth down to your ear. You felt each slow and steady breath against the curve of your neck and you were sure even in the darkness, he noticed the  goosebumps that littered your skin. “All I need you to know tonight is my name.” His voice was as sexy as you had imagined, a deep, rasped husk that made your legs weak. But it was his next words that almost made you collapse. “Because it’s the only thing you’re gonna be screamin’ for the rest of the night, darlin’.” 

Your mind grew foggy at the next sequence of events. The hustle of getting into a car and fiercely making out in the backseat until you arrived at an upscale hotel. Everything happened so fast. One minute you were waiting impatiently at the reception desk and the next you were stumbling into a lavish hotel room, unable to keep your hands off each other as items of clothing flew across the room in your haste to get naked. 

The two of you bumped into the array of furniture in the hallway, the thought of tearing away from each other's lips unbearable. Bucky, you learned was his name, was an amazing kisser, his tongue gently teased yours as he threaded his fingers through your hair and he kept a firm grip of your cheeks like he was desperate to keep you close. 

“Fuck,” he slurred between kisses. “You’re so— fuckin’— gorgeous.” His eagerness to keep his lips against yours while complimenting you spun you for a loop, unfamiliar to this kind of intensity.  

The clink of dog tags were the culprit to halt your motions while he kept on kissing you, traveling down the slope of your neck and to your shoulders to bite your skin. As he was occupied, you took your chance to admire his physique. For a man his age, he was jacked — a toned stomach with several abs sharp enough to cut and two deliciously slender grooves running underneath his trousers to a bulge big enough for you to let an unhinged moan escape. 

His body was sickening, he truly had no business to look as good as he did for a man his age. But like hell were you going to complain when all the boys at college disappointed you time and time again. The bar was low and this man had already exceeded your expectations, he was only supposed to be an idea fit for your wildest fantasies. Yet, there he was, real and existing. 

Time was of the essence and you wasted none of it as you ripped yourself out of his hold, left in only your underwear, and dropped to your knees without pause to hurriedly remove his belt. 

“Oh, shit.” He gulped. “Baby— baby—you don’t have to do that—“ 

You hushed his assurances and batted away his hands that tried to pull you up without real effort. “No, I don’t have to. But I want to.” Fluttering your eyes, you looked up at him and slyly smirked. “Let me suck your cock. You just worry about having a good time.” With a wink, you unlooped the expensive leather through the buckle and dropped it to the floor, soon after working to unzip his fly and rid him of the offending trousers that stood in your way. 

The material slid down his thick thighs and he was left stood in his underwear, black briefs tented from his hard cock. A frenzied need to soothe the urge to get your mouth around him took the reins when you instantly nuzzled into his crotch.

“Fuck me, you’re a needy little slut aren’t you?” He wrapped your hair into a ponytail around his fist, controlling your movements. Though, there was no reason to, eager as you were. You would have done anything he asked. 

You did do anything he asked. 

You hummed while suckling the tip of his cock over the material of his underwear, “Mhm.” He threw his head back and groaned like a wild beast while you admired the wet patch growing on the fabric before your very eyes. It was unhinged — raw. But your stranger of the night didn’t seem to care, too fucked out as his eyes rolled back from pleasure. 

Unable to control your burst of desire, you suddenly shucked his briefs down. 

Your mouth fell open at the sheer size of him, an audible gasp echoed over the silence of the marble walls. Never had you seen a dick as pretty or big before and the drool that had gathered in your mouth began to leak out the side of your mouth. 

You were aching for him. 

With a cocky smile, the man tapped under your chin twice to direct your head upwards. “Up here, darlin’—I want those pretty eyes on me when you take my cock.” 

Immediately opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out for him, he chuckled breathily at the crazed look in your dilated pupils. “Well, aren’t you just the biggest whore I ever did see.” Grabbing his cock and pressing the tip onto your tongue, he began to slide it forward. “Good fuckin’ job I like ‘em that way. Now open up wide so I can fuck your throat, baby—”

“Babe!” 

Jolting out of your memory infused dream with a shriek, you span your head around to Rebecca in the drivers seat of her car. “Oh, there you are!” she hissed, teasingly. “I called for you like ten times. Where the fuck did you go?” 

You swallowed the dryness coating your throat and hastily sat up. A hot sweat had settled over your skin and you immediately grabbed your water bottle from the footwell and chugged it down. 

Once you had cooled down, you glanced back at your friend, cringing at the raised eyebrow that meant you weren’t getting out of an explanation. “I, uh— I’m sorry I didn’t—um—get much sleep last night,” you lamely replied. 

The unimpressed expression on her face told you she didn’t believe you. But you were saved when her face suddenly lit up with glee. “Eek! We’re finally here!” 

Had a three hour drive really gone by that fast? 

Looking out the car window, your eyes widened when you saw an estate, guarded by iron gates around the whole property, surrounded by acres upon acres of land. You couldn’t tear your eyes away, even when Rebecca began animatedly speaking with someone by the toll station. 

Who the fuck was this girl? 

Eventually, she pulled up to the house, passing the stone driveway with a water fountain in the middle and cut the engine off. “Come on, you. My Dad’s expecting us.” 

You were in a daze while you opened your door, stepping out the car and taking in every inch of the property. You would have never guessed your friend, the most down to earth and humble person on campus, had a lavish lifestyle with all the trimmings. It was clear she didn’t feel the need to brag about her privilege and her nonchalant attitude about it only baffled you more.

The doors to the mansion suddenly swung open and what you could only have presumed to be a butler promptly rushed towards the car. “Miss Barnes, how lovely to see you again.” 

Rebecca scoffed and hugged the man without hesitation. “Don’t be silly. You know you don’t call me that.” 

Even with her sweetness, he remained as professional then ever and brushed by her to pick up her bags. “Of course, Miss Barnes. Your father is out at the minute, but he has left you a gift by the entryway table.” 

With a high pitched scream, your friend ran inside without looking back. It was hard not to smile at her carefree ways and trying to shake the deepening apprehensiveness from the moment Rebecca invited you, you rounded to the boot of the car to grab your luggage. 

“That won’t be necessary, ma’am.” The butler immediately stepped forward and swiftly picked up your bags along with Rebecca’s with ease. 

“Oh, no that’s okay, honestly! I can bring them in no problem!” You tried detesting, not used to any kind of special treatment.

But it was no use as he kindly insisted, “There is no need to worry. Please relax and join your friend, I believe there is a gift for you too.” 

Sighing, you yielded and eventually followed in your friend’s steps, twiddling your fingers anxiously while you walked into the foyer of the mansion. 

Carefully crafted marble walls with what you could only guess were decorated with millions of dollars worth of extravagant paintings, lined up neatly up to the grand, spiral staircase where a round oak table sat in front of it. 

You instantly spotted two gift baskets, difficult to miss as they were both filled to the brim with an assortment of treats and bright pink tissue paper. 

Rebecca was already busy appreciating hers, taking care to read the note her father had presumably left her and gushing over the copious amount of sweet treats, new nightwear and a cashmere blanket, like this wasn’t a regular occurrence to her. 

However, it was surprising to see you had also been spoiled; all of your favourites, intricately placed in the hamper. Your eye caught the note addressed with your name on and hesitantly, you reached out for it and unfolded the card — a simple yet polite message inside. 

I can only apologise that I wasn’t here upon your arrival. 

I’ve heard great things about you from my Becs and I sincerely look forward to meeting you when I’m home. 

Please make yourself comfortable and enjoy the contents of your gift basket. 

J.B.B.

“Oh, he’s the best,” Rebecca swooned, hugging the white blanket to her chest. “He said he got called into work for a couple of hours so he should be back tonight. 

You exhaled, flitting your eyes over your new gifts. The information eased your nerves slightly — you were never any good at meeting parents, whether that be of friends or partners. The dynamic of a happy household wasn’t one you had experience with and the idea of ruining first impressions caused an anxiety you didn’t particularly care to revisit often. Especially now that Rebecca had come into your life — a friend you could absolutely see yourself building a strong bond with. 

Realising you had been silent for too long, you spoke up, “Your Dad is very kind.” Your fingers inched forward and ran over the soft material of your very own matching cashmere blanket, it felt like you were touching a cloud. From the corner of your eye, you caught your friend suddenly looking sheepish. “What’s wrong?” you asked, turning towards her. 

“I’m sorry about all of this.” She vaguely gestured her hand up in the air, to which you guessed she meant the sheer amount of money that screamed in your face. “I didn’t warn you and I should have. It's just that—” Rebecca’s eyes darted down and she crossed her arms over her stomach, shrinking in on herself. 

You stepped closer, rubbing your hand over her arm for comfort. “Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me.” 

She took a deep breath before lifting her gaze to you and shrugging. “I didn’t know if your intentions would be good if you knew about the money.” 

“Oh, Becs.” Your heart ached at the obvious trauma from her past. Squeezing her arm, you attempted to uplift the sullen mood with some playful teasing. “I became your friend because I couldn’t get rid of you. Although, now it doesn’t hurt to know your family is loaded.” 

Reluctantly, the smile grew on her face, turning into a bright grin she no longer could hide. “You’re awful.” 

“Tell me about it.” You winked, nudging her hip with your own. “Seriously, you’re a good person and I’m your friend because I want to be. I couldn’t give a fuck if you’re rich.” 

The muscles of her body relaxed and she quickly pulled you into a hug. “Thank you, babe.” 

“It’s nothing, silly.” You squeezed her one last time before breaking away. 

Rebecca sniffled, blinking away the onslaught of tears that were close to falling before cheerfully grabbing her basket. “Come on then, let’s go set up and order some pizza.” 

Picking up your own basket, you followed your friend up to her room.

The few hours spent working on your assignments, eating pizza and listening to music flew by. Spending so much time with Rebecca actually turned out to be fun. You usually spent all your free time by yourself, respiting into a hermit because of your inability to enjoy friendly companionship.  

But it was to your surprise that you found yourself not regretting agreeing to the trip. The thought of being back at your dorm, wasting your night away by sleeping, watching trash tv and succumbing to the vibator in your bedside drawer begging you to relive a night of passion now seemed sad as you glanced at your friend and the corner of your lip curled up. 

That bubble burst quickly when a shout coming from the foyer echoed up to the open bedroom door. “Rebecca, sweetheart—I’m home!” 

Instantly, her eyes widened and she shoved the laptop she was using off her lap at once, squealing with joy before leaping off the bed and running downstairs. “Dad!” 

Your fingers twitched over the keyboard of your own laptop in anticipation, looking towards the door and sighing in resignation. 

Decidingly, you thought it was best to give your friend a moment with her father. Not at all because you wanted to prolong the inevitable as long as possible. 

But as a couple of minutes went by, the tick of the pink clock on the desk getting louder and louder by the second, you figured your absence would go noticed and so you begrudgingly shut the lid of your laptop to slowly begin making your way out of the room. 

As you reached the balcony at the top of the staircase, you looked down just as Rebecca hugged her Dad tightly. An ache panged in your heart.

You weren’t close with your parents; neither of them checked up on you or asked when you’d be coming home to see them. They only contacted you when they felt like spewing their badly-hidden resentment towards you and the hurt you thought you had buried long ago began to make its way front and center. 

You shook your head and cleared your throat. You wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t tarnish your stay with your friend over something so silly — or be scared to meet her parent. So with a deep breath, you glided down the steps. 

Rebecca’s Dad had his back turned to you, which meant you only saw his thick head of hair, tucked neatly behind his ears and the muscles of his back straining against the white dress shirt he wore. 

You were unable to pinpoint the exact reason a tingle started to form in your lower stomach, the sensation extremely familiar by now, but you immediately scolded yourself and pinched the skin of your thigh to snap out of whatever mood had caused such depravity. This was your friend’s father; get it together.  

As you reached the bottom of the steps, your friend’s eyes locked onto yours and her whole face beamed. “Dad,” she gasped excitedly. “I want you to meet my friend.” 

You steeled your features; the warmest smile you could manage with the straightest posture possible. 

Time stood still when Rebecca stepped back to let her Dad turn around. Your emotions were all under control and you finally felt like you could do this. 

But that was until your eyes met and your face dropped. Those blue eyes, those damn blue eyes, you would remember them anywhere. 

Bile began to rise in your throat when he faced you completely. Suddenly, you were thrown back to that forbidden night that all started with the same man across the room by the bar, watching you like you were his last meal. Bucky.

You held back a loud gasp, aware that Rebecca was witnessing the interaction. Though, your blood ran cold when his lips lifted into a grin, one you knew a little too well. 

The palms of your hands were clammy with sweat and your heart hammered inside your chest. You weren’t sure how to play this, the stifling silence had already been stretched out ridiculously. 

Rebecca’s voice broke the quiet with an awkward chuckle. “Sorry Dad, we’re a little stumped. Exams have been kicking our asses lately and the drive over was long.”

Guilt crippled you then. While you could never have known the one night stand who invaded your thoughts daily would turn out to be your best friend's father, it still didn’t change anything — you fucked her Dad.

He finally took his eyes away from you to swing an arm around his daughter and laughed in fondness. “Don’t worry, I understand, Becs—you girls must be exhausted.” He then lifted his gaze back to you. “You must be the one she hasn’t stopped talking about.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. He doesn’t remember you? The lack of expression or recognition instilled a sense of hope within you. 

Maybe he had forgotten about your night together — the low lighting of the club you met him at and the haze of alcohol hindering your senses as he took you to a hotel created a perfection concoction of forgetfulness you rationalised. 

Eventually, deciding to act oblivious and hope for the best, you stammered up the courage to introduce yourself. “M—Mr Barnes. Thank you for letting me stay in your home.”

“Oh none of that, please.” A shiver raced down your spine, memories of begs and whimpers taunting your mind. “I’m James. But call me Bucky, darlin’.” 

It took all the strength you had to trap the moan on the verge of escaping your lips. Yep, you definitely remembered that name. 

Rebecca’s Dad stuck out his hand in front of you. “I’m very happy to meet you.” Your eyes darted between his hand and his face and then to your friend. Steadying your breath, you hesitantly placed your hand into his and felt his fingers tighten against yours. He shook your hand, his thumb gliding over your skin. 

Tightening your lips in anguish, you replied, “V—Very happy to meet you, too.” 

Bucky’s touch lingered against yours until you snatched your hand out of his when Rebecca hopped giddily and clapped her hands. “Oh, this is great! This weeks going to be so fun!”  

You didn’t return the sentiment. This week was going to be your worst nightmare come to life — your biggest mistake being dangled on a string in front of you, only reminding you what a piece of shit you were. 

“Okay, Dad. We’re gonna catch up on a little more work, so I’ll come find you later.” Your friend grabbed your hand that was limped by your side and started to pull you back up the stairs. 

“Hard workers, ain’t you?” he laughed. “If you need anything let me know.” 

“Thanks Dad, will do!” Rebecca shouted back down the stairs. 

When you had reached the first landing balcony, you couldn’t help sneaking one more tiny glance at the one night stand you never thought you would see again. But your heart skipped a beat as you saw him already looking up at you and he slid his hand out of his suit pocket to wave at you before you disappeared. 

You were sitting on Rebecca’s bed, waiting for her return when the inevitable happened. 

An emergency she called it, when she slipped her feet into her shoes and swiftly threw on her hoodie, claiming an issue with her neighbour she absolutely needed to handle. 

You had tried insisting on going with her, an extra pair of hands to help out. But she instantly pushed away your pleas, telling you not to worry and to focus on your work. That was Becca, a true sweetheart. But you wanted to strangle her then, scold her for leaving you in uncharted territory by yourself. 

Nervous and on edge, you couldn’t concentrate on your assignment for the longest time. You consistently made quick glances to the open door of your friend’s bedroom, listened for footsteps upon the landing. Soon enough though, your nerves died down when nothing happened and it allowed you to focus on your laptop, finally becoming fixated on your assignment. 

The only unusual thing that caught you off guard by yourself was the sudden heat of the house. You had built up a sweat in your hoodie and, unable to handle it, you took the fleeced material off in a swift flourish, leaving you in a tank top and shorts. 

Other than that, you powered through, happy to be finally getting somewhere with your work. You weren’t even sure how much time had passed since Rebecca had left and the worry of how long it was taking her to come home slipped your mind. 

Your guard was down while you hummed to the low music, lying on your stomach, back facing the door and typing away as you swung your legs in the air.

“I see you’re working hard.” 

Yelping in fright, you almost fell off the bed, the deep grunt of Bucky’s smooth tone scaring you from the sanctuary of his daughter's room. You whipped your head around to see your friend’s Dad leaned against the doorway dressed in a tight black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his dog tags rested against his chest.  

The sight was a difficult one to swallow. 

It was instinct to turn around so you were facing him as you raced to shuffle up Rebecca’s bed — a danger, your mind cautioned, to have your back turned to a wolf. 

He held his hands out in front of him as he walked towards you, as though taming a frightened lamb. “Hey there, it’s only me. No need to be scared.” 

“S—Sorry. I was a little lost in my assignment.” You apologised as you scrambled to gather all of your supplies together, desperate to gain some space from Bucky. “I think I’m done for the night, though. So I’ll just go downstairs and wait for Becca—“ 

“Hold up.” Bucky sat on his daughter's bed, leaving little to no proximity between you to effectively trap you in. “There’s no rush now, is there?” 

Exhaling shakily, you stuttered, “N—No— um, not at all, Mr Barnes—“

“Bucky,” he corrected gently. 

“Yes, B—Bucky.” You struggled to test his name on your tongue, not having spoken it since your night together. “I’m so sorry.” 

Rebecca’s dad just laughed, amused at your rambling. 

A tension, seemingly only one-way, swallowed you whole, threatening to drown you. It was impossible to hold direct eye contact with his ocean blues eyes, ones that ran vivid through your mind in your nights alone filled with heated memories and your biggest — now new favourite — vibrator.

His voice snapped you out of lust filled haze. “Rebecca shouldn’t be too long. Poor old neighbour lost his wife a couple of years back and Becs—the angel she is—goes over to help him when he needs it.” 

You could see it. She was the sort to not think twice about helping anyone in need and the thought eased your mind. “Well,” you smiled, hoping you didn't look as awkward as you felt. “That’s very kind of her.” 

“That’s my Becs,” Mr Barnes proudly grinned. 

The room grew silent once again. Picking your fingernails, you fought to calm the cold, harsh anxiety eating away at you. It still seemed as though Bucky couldn’t remember you, but a nagging feeling in your gut wouldn’t let that settle your nerves. 

“I just thought I’d come check on you anyway, sweetheart. Y'know, make sure you’ve settled in nicely for the week.” He smiled while placing his palm on the bed in the small space between you, leaning his weight against it as he got closer. 

“Y—Yeah.” You cleared your throat before continuing, keeping your answers short. “Mhm, I’m all good, thank you.” You smiled tightly, hoping Bucky would take the hint to leave, but alas your luck was short. 

“What you been workin’ on then, darlin’?” He nodded to your laptop resting on your legs. 

“Oh, not much.” You downplayed. “Just a written piece, nothing major— no wait!—” Bucky cut you off as he abruptly swiped your laptop from your lap, the cold ring on his pinky finger brushing against the bare skin of your thigh. Before you could even think of hastily clambering for it back, he already had your laptop open and sitting on his thick thighs as he began reading. 

“A psychology major, huh?” Bucky smirked, eyes scattering across the screen to take your assignment in. “Impressive. You’re a very clever girl.” 

Heat quickly rose up your neck, warming your cheeks as you were rendered speechless. A heavy ache between your legs left you squeezing your thighs together because of his praise — his words sent you straight back to the night against the hotel’s glassed windows he had brutally fucked you against while worshipping how much of a good girl you were for taking all of him. 

Quickly, you shook the intense thought from your mind, scolding yourself for letting it happen an umpteenth time. “Really, it’s nothing,” you said.

Bucky stopped reading your work and looked at you intensely, enough to make you squirm. “You really shouldn’t put yourself down like that.” Placing your laptop on the floor, he smoothly shuffled closer to you. You couldn’t help but stare at the hand he moved into your vicinity. His touch as he laid it on the naked skin of your thigh sent a thrill through your whole body. “Hasn’t anyone ever praised you before, huh?” 

His intricate voice, delicate and gentle soothed you and excited you both in equal measure. The previous alarm bells blaring in your head were non-existent when he squeezed the meat of your thigh so tenderly with his large hands. “I— um— I don’t—”

“Nobody told you how proud they are of you?” 

Your eyes glossed over as the shield you had built for yourself started to dismantle. Bucky was right. You were lonely and tired and you worked so hard for little reward. Your parents didn’t tell you they were proud of you, nobody ever told you how good you had been. 

Bucky’s hand moved up to cup your cheek, his thumb delicately rubbing over your lip. You melted into his touch too quickly. “Shh, it’s alright, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.”  

You willingly fell into a dangerous trap he had set out as your eyes fluttered closed. Your friend’s Dad’s caress was so familiar, even after so long — his scent intoxicating and his voice a melody to the scrambled mess in your head. 

It didn’t occur to you then, the issue with Bucky inching more forward, almost until his chest was plastered to yours. The thought of his strange comfortability with his daughter’s friend wasn’t worthy of space in your head. 

For once you weren’t thinking of Rebecca.

Until the slam of the front door ricocheted up the stairs and into her bedroom. “I’m home, Dad!”

Your eyes shot open and you gave yourself a quick second to get lost in Bucky’s gaze before you leaped up in panic. 

You were half expecting him to also worry, to quickly dart out of the room. But instead he carelessly stood up from the bed along with you and combed his hair back with his fingers. 

“Dad! Where are you?” 

Pure terror. The fear of being caught in a compromising position with Bucky by your friend was overwhelming as your hands shook. Rebecca’s footsteps began to sound over the stairs and you closed your eyes, waiting for chaos. 

It was only a couple of seconds after your stomach jumped in frightful anticipation when you felt her presence join you. “Babe, have you— What the fuck are you doing?” 

Your stomach lurched. Slowly squinting an eye open, you saw your friend standing in the doorway looking at you in confusion. You steadily tracked your sight across the room, expecting to see Bucky. To your surprise, he wasn’t there anymore. 

You opened your eyes fully, the fear easing away some though your nerves were still alight with edginess. “I don’t— I don’t know.” 

“Um, okay?” Becca said wearily. “Anyway, have you seen my Dad, I wanted to talk to him before we head to bed.” 

This was a chance, you inwardly thought. To tell your best friend about everything while your friendship could still be repaired. 

But the probability of disclosing your secret and potentially ruining Rebecca’s life won out. “No. I haven’t seen him.” The lie tasted sour on your tongue and shame clawed its way back to the surface. 

Your friend smiled brightly and shrugged. “No problem, I’ll go find him. I’ll be back to work on assignments in a minute.” She exited her room in search of her Dad. 

You crumpled to the bed and hung your head in your hands, exhaling deeply. You’re a shitty person, the voice in your head supplied unhelpfully. 

After a while, Rebecca had returned to her room and for the rest of the evening, you both worked on your respective assignments; her chattering away happily while you stared at the screen of your laptop blankly, adding nothing to the open document until the two of you decided to call it a night.

Unexpectedly though, instead of getting ready for bed together, your friend showed you to a guest room. 

“Becca,” you laughed. “I thought I’d be staying in your room for the night. You know—with you?” 

“Well, I told my Dad you liked your own space and he set up one of the guest rooms for you. It's no biggie.” She shrugged. 

Right. Because of course you wouldn’t be staying with her when there were an endless amount of spare bedrooms on the first floor alone. 

You cursed yourself in that moment, reliving your protests of spending the midterm break alone because of your need for space. 

“Are you sure?” You tried again, the vulnerability of being by yourself without the buffer of Rebecca taunting you. “We could have a sleepover! Watch movies and stay up late!”

But she just raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Girl, I know you are dying for a minute to yourself—to relax and decompress.” Holding your hand, she softly laughed. “I practically begged you to come here and you agreed. You’ve been more kind to me in the minute we met than most of my old friends over the span of the years I knew them. So please, the least I could do is give you a break during the nights.” 

The guilt ate you alive; her selflessness and naturally good heart steadily chipping away at your conscience. Why the hell did she have to be so nice? 

Putting on your best smile, you tried to rid of the nasty voice spitting venom inside your head. You slept with her fucking Dad, you whore — you don’t deserve this. Outwardly, you said, “I don’t deserve this, Becs. It's too much.” A somewhat admittance of the truth; the full story you would take to the grave, if only to keep your friendship intact.

“Oh, hush. Of course you do.” She pushed you away playfully into your new room. “Now go freshen up and get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

Clenching your hands in unexplained nerves, you wished her goodnight while she began to walk down the hall to her own room. “See you tomorrow, Becs.” The door closed with a click and you dropped your forehead against the wood with a loud thud. 

You could do this, you reasoned with yourself. It was only for a couple of days, and as long as you stayed close to Rebecca and was not left alone with her father, you could ignore your inner thoughts — the vile, disgusting voice that simultaneously begged you to to crawl on all fours to him like a desperate bitch and be ashamed of your sins.

It wasn’t difficult to fall asleep. Exhaustion from the events of a long day and a shower with the most luxurious products you had ever used assisted you with that and you whispered an internal gratitude to the fluffy pillows you laid your head on for helping you escape reality before you closed your eyes. 

However, you were awoken from your deep slumber when the rattle of your bedroom door knob interrupted your dreamless sleep. You had to fight the heaviness of your body as you sat up, rubbing your eyes with a groan before you tried squinting through the darkness to no avail. 

The sudden thought of your friend coming to annoy you after all surprisingly made you crack a smile. “Becs?” you sleepily called out. 

The latch of the door clicked as it steadily creeped open and you rolled your eyes at your friend’s antics. “If you’re trying to scare me then ha ha—very funny, dork.” 

Your sight began to adjust, outlines and shadows soon becoming more clear but still a struggle to make out in the late hour.  

Though there was no response from your friend. Silence shrouded over the room with only your small breaths to be heard. 

You stared at the doorway expectedly, waiting for a response you wouldn’t get. “Becca?” you called out warily once more.

But that time, as the door clicked shut with a deafening loudness, a deep voice — one that definitely did not belong to your friend — answered. “Y’know, you look just as pretty as you did the night we met.” 

Cold dread had every muscle of your body locking up. It became clear then that it wasn’t Rebecca that had entered your room. More so a tall figure, clad in only his underwear and his dog tags.

“M—Mr Barnes?” your lips quivered with panic. “What— What are you doing?” 

Every clink of the metal around his neck haunted you with each step he made closer. You scrambled up towards the headboard, plastering yourself against the wood. 

Pointless when he sat beside you on the bed, bending his knee to lean one leg against your thigh. The feel of his bare skin against yours burned. 

“No need to be afraid, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckled. “You know me, don’t you?” 

You gulped. Sudden dizziness blurred his face to your eyes and the deprivation of your sight made his touch all the more electrifying when he swept your hair to the side and kissed your shoulder. 

A shudder ran down your spine, the strap of your silk nightgown falling down your arm and stripping you of your only defense left against him. 

“Mr Barnes,” you tried again, more pleadingly. 

“What have I said about calling me that, hm? You know my name well enough by now, pretty girl. You’ve screamed it enough.” His tormenting laugh vibrated through you while he still peppered feather light kisses across your skin. 

You begged your body to move, for your hands to push him away and your voice to shout for Rebecca. Alas, you kept to your place, still as stone. 

“You can’t— you can’t be here,” you whispered shakily. 

Bucky smirked. “Oh really? Is this not my house, sweetheart?” Your nipples pebbled against the silk material covering them as his breath cascaded goosebumps over your skin in its trail. “Been tryin’ so hard to restrain myself since I saw you again this mornin’. But I can’t fuckin’ hold back anymore.” 

“You remember me,” you managed to choke out.

Bucky hummed, laving his tongue over the sweat building on your neck. “Like I could ever forget a girl like you.” 

The knot in your stomach tightened, each press of his lips over your body immobilising you further. Bucky knew who you were, from the moment your eyes connected in the foyer. The reality set in then — deep and unsettling and delicious, all at once. 

“I had to act like I didn’t know you, baby. Couldn’t have Rebecca finding out her only friend knows the taste of her Dad’s cock now, could I?” 

You felt sick. Your mind raged in war between a guilty conscience and your own pleasure. To give in would be evil, so horrendously sick and twisted.

A single tear dropped from your watery eyes and slowly rolled down your cheek, the sudden saltiness hitting Bucky’s tongue and making him groan. “Fuck, don’t tease me already, baby.” 

“She’s my friend,” you whimpered. “I can’t do this to her.” 

Bucky looked up, a soft expression on his face. “Oh, darlin’. I love her too, really.” His lip curled up then, a wolfish gleam in his eye. “But I can’t go another minute without touchin’ you.” 

Placing his forehead against yours, his hand traveled up from your thigh, all the way over your stomach until he reached your tits. You squeezed your eyes tightly closed when his forefinger and thumb pinched your nipple through the silk. “Doesn’t this feel good, hm? Doesn’t this feel right?”

Against your will, you released a high pitched keen. “Bucky.”

His chest rumbled in delight, a deep purr in your ear. However, your mind still bartered with itself, unrelenting in its inability to give in. “But what if Becca—?” 

“She doesn’t have to know a damn thing, baby.” Bucky turned his head and bit over the pulse of your neck. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.” 

Your head was filled with clouds, a fog smothering over any rational thought. Especially with the way Bucky began to sneakily slip the other strap of your nightgown down. He was mesmerising in his actions, his fragile touches that made you feel special. 

You so desperately wanted to feel special. 

Just like he made you feel back in the summer. 

The evil voice in your mind hissed at you — dirty, disgusting, whore. The hopeful one became louder — lonely, unloved, tired. 

You were so fucking tired. 

The fight in you left. You were a goner, a sacrificial lamb while you tilted your head back to reveal more of you. The walls you so carefully crafted came crumbling down pathetically. 

Bucky didn’t waste any time taking advantage of that. “There’s my good girl. Let it happen, baby.” 

The moon shone through the window, becoming the only source of light in the darkness and its glow blanketed over the same features as the strobe lights in the club back in summer. 

Fate hadn’t been on your side from the moment it cruelly introduced Becca into your life when it had already manifested your demise with her Dad. So who were you to try and change it?

Letting your body take control over your mind, you turned your head, grabbed Bucky by the back of his neck and crashed your lips to his — finally giving into temptation. His answering moan of shock and arousal made you more daring and you snuck your tongue into his mouth too. 

Bucky ripped away, a string of saliva connected between your lips. “You still wear the same fuckin’ cherry chapstick,” he groaned, before squeezing your breast tightly. “Fuck—go lay your head at the end of the bed for me, sweetheart. Want that shit around my cock.” 

With urgency, you rushed over to the edge of the mattress, lying on your back and making sure your head hung over the bed. Your view was upside down, warped while you watched Bucky stroll towards you with bated breath. 

He stood behind you, all menacing and tall — you had never felt smaller in your life, though you liked the feeling with him. 

The veins on Bucky’s forearm bulged from his skin as he brought his hand to your throat. Lightly, he caressed his thumb over the junction of your neck. “Do you remember how eagerly you sucked my dick last time?” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the bob of it transcending under his large hand. “I— I do.” 

He smirked down at you. “You gonna make me proud again, baby?” 

Your eyes glazed over with neediness. “Please—Want to make you proud of me.” 

His bright white teeth gleamed with his predatory smile. “Stick out your tongue for me, darlin’.” 

Doing as he asked, you opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out, uncaring to how easily you obeyed his commands. 

“Good job, sweetheart.” Bucky brought his hands up to his underwear and with a swift pull, his black briefs fell to the ground. 

You preened like a cat at the sight of his cock bobbing into your view. The light casting in from the moon glistened over the underside of his dick, the purple head pulsing harshly. 

Bucky pumped his cock slowly twice, a premature pearl of cum gathering at the head. “You ready for me, baby?” 

Nodding your head hungrily up at him, you whined, “Uh-huh.”

Bucky positioned himself closer to you, your head hung between his spread legs. You waited in anticipation for him to inch forward and slide his length down your throat, but instead he tapped the head of his cock against your wet tongue. 

The resounding slap caused you to rub your thighs together in agony, the feel of his heavy weight divine. 

“Aw, babygirl,” Bucky teased. “You missed me that much you can’t help those tingles already, huh?” He tapped his length against you again and his eyes fluttered. “There’s more where that came from.” 

The desperation to wrap your lips around his cock was overbearing and so you sealed your mouth around him, suckling the tip with a refound hunger. 

“Holy fuck.” Bucky’s legs trembled at the shock of your sudden confidence. “Oh, just like that, sweetheart.” 

You swiped your tongue around the bulbous head of his dick, moaning rabidly at his salty taste. Bucky’s natural musk was addictive and you tried to shuffle your body closer to take more of his length, but he quickly grabbed your hips to stop you. “Woah—slow down there. Daddy’s the one runnin’ the show tonight, not you.” 

You let go of his cock with a pop. “Please, Daddy.” Your pleas were breathless as you panted for air. “Want all of you—please!” 

Leaning over until his lips brushed yours, Bucky kissed you deeply before murmuring, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, I’ll make sure you take all of me.” 

He stood back up promptly, giving you whiplash in your current state. “Now open that slutty little mouth. Wide.” 

Hardly giving you time to do as he asked, Bucky shoved his entire length down your throat. Your eyes widened as you gagged around him. 

“Shh, baby. You’re okay, relax.” Opposite to his brutal force, he brushed softly over your chin. “You can handle me. You’ve done it before, right?” 

Breathing through your nose calmly was a challenge with his thick cock limiting your intake of oxygen. But you wanted so badly to fulfill Bucky’s wishes. So closing your eyes and willing yourself not to panic, you focused your breaths. 

“There we go.” The pride in his tone was exhilarating. “Knew you could do it, darlin’.”

Bucky kept still for a few more seconds, allowing you to get used to the intrusion of the new position before he began to ease his cock out of your throat and gently push back in. “Yeah, you remember my cock don’t you, sweetheart? Your tight little throat feels so fuckin’ good.” 

Your hands came up to grip the back of his firm thighs to ground yourself. You felt every inch of him glide down until his tip reached your windpipe and you coughed violently, sputtering around him.

“That’s right, baby. Choke on me.” Bucky upped the speed of his pace then and your nails dug deep into his flesh. 

While his actions turned harsh and forceful, your pleasure grew and with your squirming, the skirt of your nightgown began to ride up your body without you realising. 

Bucky did though, almost immediately. You couldn’t see how his eyes snapped towards the bare skin of your thighs and lower stomach and to his pleasant surprise, you weren't wearing any panties. 

The sound of his laughter while his hips continued to pump into you made your nerves spike. 

“My sweet girl,” he cooed short windedly. “You must’ve known I was coming, huh? Not wearing anything under that cute little outfit.”

You squealed, unable to say anything while sucking his cock, though the vibrations of your moans made Bucky’s thrusts falter. 

“Fuck—shit, baby. I almost forgot how good you are at that,” he laughed. His hands traveled tantalising over your stomach until he reached the bottom of your nightgown. “Let Daddy see what you’ve been hidin’ from me.” 

The silk material unpeeled from your skin as Bucky lifted it over your breasts. Your full body was on display for him and you fidgeted bashfully under his scrutiny. Your sight was compromised, your movements were limited and your thoughts were scrambled. 

“Oh, darlin’. You’re a doll, ain’t you?” Bucky’s rough and calloused hands smoothed over your bare skin. He palmed your breasts roughly, just once before inching down to your lower stomach. “Now, you gonna show me what I really wanna see?” 

It didn’t take you a second to spread your legs for him, the cold air hitting your soaked cunt. 

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Open those gorgeous thighs for me, I wanna see how wet my baby girl is.” 

Bucky leaned over your body, pushing his cock even further down your throat. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, but your body soon jolted at the feel of his finger sliding through your folds. 

You screamed around his dick and tapped his thighs for a breather, which he so graciously granted. As soon as he tilted his hips to let his cock fall out of your mouth, you gasped loudly. “Oh my god— Bucky, I can’t. I can’t I can’t, please—” 

Your hoarse voice was cut off when Bucky wrapped his free hand around your throat. “Shut the fuck up and take it.” 

His cock laid against your cheek while he looked into your eyes. He forewent easing you into it and instead forced two of his fingers into your cunt. You were about to cry out until he shoved his cock down your throat again with a sigh. “Guess Daddy’s gonna have to keep you quiet—such a noisy girl.” 

The clink of his dog tags with each thrust mixed with your gurgles around his cock, a mixture of your spit and precum bubbling around your mouth and running messily down your chin. The stretch of his fingers unprepared was painful and yet it blended perfectly into pleasure. “Mmph!” 

“Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?” Bucky choked when he thrusted into your mouth at a particular angle. Taking advantage of his legs twitching erratically, you managed to release his dick and reach further back to his balls. 

Wasting no time, you sucked them into your mouth while his cock slapped against your cheeks, smothering precum all over your face. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, keeping the steady rhythm of his fingers pumping into your pussy. “You filthy fuckin’ whore—you just want all a’me don’t ya?” 

You hummed while playing with balls, using your tongue to tease over his perineum. Bucky was losing his composure fast and the thrill of it made the knot in your stomach tighter. 

But not one to be outdone, he ripped his fingers out of your cunt and slapped your clit, hard. You let go with a pop and squealed his name. “Bucky!” 

You tried closing your legs, the sensation too overwhelming. Though it was useless with his strength as he held your thighs apart to carry on bringing his hand down firmly on your cunt. “I thought you wanted to play dirty, darlin’,” he growled. “Daddy’s just having some fun.” 

Your body jolted with each slap delivered. You took it, even when the pain became too much and you thought you would pass out, until Bucky decided to give you respite. He left your pussy sore and aching as he lifted up away from you. A whine tore from your throat. 

“That's what happens when you don’t do as I say.” You were manhandled up and into Bucky’s arms as he sat down against the headboard. He moved you around without a hint of struggle and placed you on his lap, facing away from him. “Good girls don’t disobey Daddy, do they?” 

“No,” sighed. His hard, thick length stood firm against your ass, his dog tags soothingly cold against your warm back and you whimpered pleadingly while grinding back into him. “Want it in me.” 

Bucky’s laughter vibrated through you. “Yeah, baby? Wanna bounce on Daddy’s cock?” 

“Yes! Please!” you cried. 

Gliding his hands around to your front, he pinched each nipple. “Well, I’m not stoppin’ you. Go ahead.” 

You inhaled deeply, gathering all your strength to lift up on your shaky legs. Using Bucky’s thighs to hold yourself, you tilted your hips up until your heat skimmed over the head of his cock. “O—Oh, oh shit,” you stuttered at the sensation. 

Bucky’s head thumped back against the headboard. “God—I’ve fuckin’ missed that cunt.” 

His enjoyment allowed you the courage to balance on one hand while your other reached down to grip his thick length. A strangled noise rose from Bucky’s throat, but you ignored it and swept his tip through your folds. 

“Look who’s gotten brave, huh?” Bucky laughed breathlessly while he played with your tits. “Not thinkin’ about poor Becs now are you, baby?” 

Before the harsh retort could dig deep and make a home in your conscience, you shook your head and let his cock catch on your clenching hole. “Wanna be filled again.” 

“Then do somethin’ about it, darlin’.” Bucky rested his chin on your shoulder and you both looked down to where your sex rested on his length. Your stomach sucked in with your uneasy breaths and after internally counting down, you dropped your hips. 

“Fuck!” Bucky’s hands gripped your breasts tightly, something to help him through how good the slick glide felt. You did the same, latching on to his meaty thighs. “Shit.”

Your chests rose and fell in tandem, but the sensation of feeling so full made you tighten around his cock. “I need to move, Daddy.” 

His mouth moved over your neck as he spoke, “Go on, babygirl. Milk Daddy’s cock.” 

With his approval, you began to angle your hips up, letting his length slide out of you until the very head rested snug in your hole and then sank down again steadily. Your breath hitched while your head fell back onto his shoulder.  

“Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck—just like that. Keep going for me.” Bucky’s hands smoothed down to your hips and gripped them, helping you move over his cock. 

“You’re so b—big,” you whispered. “Forgot how big you are.” 

“Oh, I know. But you’re doing so good for me, aren’t you?” he cooed. 

“Mhm,” your head bobbed lazily up and down with your motions. “I’m your good girl, right?” 

Bucky grunted and made you bounce faster. “The best, baby. Such a good girl for me.” 

His dick throbbed angrily inside you, its length scraping your walls and stretching you with its girth. The clapping of your thrusts grew louder, more depraved as you lost control from the divine pleasure. Had you been thinking more clearly, you would have been careful about your volume, but all your inhibitions went out the window long ago. 

“Need more,” you slurred. “Wanna cum, but need more Daddy.” 

“Shh—I know what you need, sweetheart.” Bucky slithered his hand down your stomach and to your heat. With your legs spread wide over his, it gave him ample opportunity to snake his fingers over your engorged clit and begin circling them.  

You squeaked, instantly snapping your legs closed around his hand. “Bucky, wait!—”

But he forced your legs open and slapped your clit, making you jump with a shout. “Don’t you fuckin’ tell me to wait. You asked me for more so you’re getting more, you slut. What happened to wantin’ to make me proud, hm?” 

You sobbed as a tear tracked down your cheek. “I— I do!” 

“So then you’ll take it—won’t you?” Bucky growled against your ear. 

Sniffling, you nodded, panting while bouncing on his cock. “Yes.” 

“Yes, what?” 

You hiccuped. “Yes, D—Daddy.” 

Bucky hummed in approval and began thrusting up to meet your stride. “That’s more like it.” 

You took what he gave you while he fucked up into your pussy. The strain of your muscles was almost unbearable, but you persevered through the pain — to be the center of his attention, to be so utterly wanted felt too compelling to give up. 

His thrusts were harsh, rough enough to have your toes curling and his balls to smack against your skin. All those sensations paired with his ruthless circles on your clit blended to build your impending orgasm. “I’m so close,” you gasped. 

“Me too, babygirl.” Bucky grunted, biting into his plump bottom lip. “Gonna empty my load inside a’you.” 

You preened, the walls of your pussy clenching around his length. “Please.” 

Bucky’s hips worked overtime, a ferocious beast taking over in its haze. He brought his free hand up to your cheeks and squished them together. “Who’s Daddy’s little cumslut, huh?” 

“Me,” you cried. “I’m Daddy’s cumslut.” 

“Fuck yeah you are,” he snarled. “And now that I’ve got you back you’re not fuckin’ goin’ anywhere.” 

You were too dizzy to comprehend the weight behind his words, instead you slammed your hips up and down in time with Bucky’s movements, chasing the tightening in your lower stomach. 

“You ready for me, darlin’?” he asked. 

You swallowed the dryness in your throat. “Uh-huh.”

“Good. Now hold on.” Without waiting for you to reply, he grabbed under your thighs and lifted you. You were held up solely by his arms as he powerfully began to fuck you. 

You became mute, mouth hung open on a continuous silent scream. The feeling was like no other; Bucky’s pure strength and huge length tore you apart, physically and mentally. 

“Gonna,” thrust, “fill,” thrust, “this,” thrust, “gorgeous fuckin’ pussy.” 

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth like a dog, drool dripping down your chin while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were on the verge of cumming. “Close.” You had been reduced to one syllable words. 

“I know, baby. I fuckin’ know—Can feel you,” Bucky gasped. “Let go for me, darlin’.” It was only when the angle of his hips changed and the head of his cock repeatedly nudged against your cervix that the balance of your orgasm tipped over. 

“Hnng—Fuck!” You walls trapped Bucky’s dick in a tight chokehold as your thighs shook in a spasm. He continued to grind up into you, releasing his warm load into your pussy. 

“Bucky!” you keened while your walls fluttered around his length. The rush was unlike any you had experienced before and an errant thought that any consequence was worth it to cum like that again swirled through your mind. “Made me— made me cum so hard,” you slurred.

Your high began to simmer down and you felt like you could regain control over your mind until Bucky’s hand came down onto your clit again. “One more,” he breathed into your ear. “Gimme one fuckin’ more.” 

Your eyes shot open and you shook your head, rapidly. “C—Can’t,” you managed to croak. “Too much.” 

You reached down to try and pry his hand away from you, but he was too strong. “I said I want one more.” Bucky held your arms to your chest then, beginning to rub your clit in fast circles. 

An unusual pressure built up quickly and you panicked. “Bucky—something’s wrong.” 

But he sucked over your neck, easing your worries. “You’re okay. It's okay, baby. Just let it happen, remember?” 

You writhed in his hold, moaning salaciously. “I’m— I’m g—gonna cum again.” The feel of his cock still filling you, his cum seeping out of your whole which each dirty grind he made, the sensation of his tongue against your neck and his tireless fingers was all too much. 

“Cum for Daddy then, darlin’.” A couple of circulations later and you screamed out in unimaginable pleasure. Your stomach swooped and the next you knew, a strong pressure forced Bucky’s cock out of your cunt. A rush of liquid sprayed out of you and covered the entirety of the bedsheets. 

“There we are,” he grinned wickedly. “Exactly what I wanted.” 

It felt like it went on forever. Bucky didn’t let up on his insistent rubbing. But as soon as the last juices squirted out of you, you deflated into his chest, breaths heaving with utter exhaustion. You were too tired to keep your eyes open, body boneless and overexerted. Your body jumped with aftershocks, tiny zings of electricity igniting your nerves. 

Bucky finally slowed his fingers down to a stop on your clit. Your back rose and fell with his pants, each puff of his exhales hitting your sensitive skin and making you shiver. 

“Holy fuck,” he laughed deliriously. “That was—fuck.” 

Internally agreeing, you hummed, incapable of formulating words. Bucky’s arms wrapped around you while he placed a kiss to the back of your head and you enjoyed being surrounded with his warmth and comfort. “You were perfect, babygirl,” he mumbled. “Did so fuckin’ good for me. Made Daddy so proud.” 

A wide smile curled onto your face as your eyes remained closed. You were falling out of consciousness, giving in to sleep fast. 

“Let’s get you comfy.” You didn’t stir when Bucky began to lift up, or when he rearranged your form so he could carry your limp body in his arms. 

Your body bounced with each powerful step he made. Vaguely hearing the room door open, a cold blast of air hit your heated skin and you shivered, snuggling closer into Bucky’s chest. 

Your head swam with fuzziness. You couldn’t bear to open your eyes with their heaviness. But you felt as you were delicately placed onto a large, comfortable bed, stacked with pillows and fitted with dry sheets, along with Bucky’s delicious scent that tickled your senses. 

A soft kiss was pressed onto your cheek, a firm hand curling around your waist and just before you could succumb to sleep, you heard his last words. “You get some rest now, sweetheart. We’ve still got a whole week ahead of us.” 

You were sure the mortification would hit you in the morning. Pure regret sinking deeply into your skin and making you feel sick to the core. 

But you also knew now that any chance of quitting your best friend's dad had been lost. Because Bucky was a guilty pleasure, a rush you couldn’t bear to give up — no matter the consequences and no matter who it would inevitably hurt. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: Sorry to those who expected a team-up or simps!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Your eyes burn as you rub them with the heels of your hand. It's late, very late, and Pete's not home. He missed bath time and bedtime. You're only fortunate that the sitter fed the kids.

You continue your tedious Excel mission, yawning at the sharepoint file as you sweep your fingers over the touchpad. You sit against the pillows propped against the bed frame and struggle not to doze. You're almost there, you can do it. Yeah, keep telling yourself that and it might even be true.

You hear an engine. You're not much of an automotive enthusiast but you recognise it. It's Pete unnecessary Corvette. The vehicle he convinced you would be the perfect company car. You sigh and hunker down, blocking out the ruckus of his return.

Still, you hear it all. Him unlocking the door, pausing to take off his jacket and shoes, climbing the stairs, at least considerate of the hour as he keeps his steps light. He enters, seemingly shocked to find you awake as his eyes round in your direction. He stretches, pushing his neck side to side in an exaggerated gesture of fatigue.

"Ugh, long day," he rubs his shoulders with a groan.

You don't acknowledge him as you keep your fingers fluttering over the keyboard. It's too late and you're too drained to be any more angry than you already are. You narrow in on the laptop as he hovers at the edge of your vision, undressing piece by piece.

"Big meeting today. Might've found another investor," he talks above the bellowing elephant in the room. "I think we're almost there."

You curl your lip but say nothing. One word and it's over. It will all come spewing out. Between him and your asshole boss, you have a thread of patience left.

He tosses his pants at the hamper and they catch on the edge before falling on the outside. He doesn't pick them up. You wonder why he insists on spending label name money when he doesn't take care of his clothes. Why he wears big names as you're digging through thrift store bins. You blow out a breath, a sigh that fills the room.

"So," he rolls down his underwear, shamelessly naked but for his black socks, "you just going to give me the silent treatment when I worked all day--"

"I'm still working," you snap and still your hands, glaring up at him, "I'd be done by now if you had picked up the kids from Emma's."

"I... you weren't serious about that, were you?"

"Don't," you warn him and lower your gaze back to the laptop, "I have a big meeting in the morning and I'm gonna spend enough time getting this done. I don't need an argument--"

"Relax," he snips, "I'm gonna shower and sleep. You don't gotta worry." He lumbers over to the bathroom door and you roll your eyes, "we both know nothing else is going on in that bed."

You swallow as your eyes sting again. He slams the door and you hiss. If he wakes up the kids... 

You wait and listen for any stirring beyond your bedroom walls. Thankfully, the house is silent but for the sudden scour of the showerhead. You bat away the layer of tears threatening to spill and shake your head. It's not like you didn't try; you put on some old lingerie two weeks ago and he rolled over and went to sleep. Still, you're the problem. It's always you.

You hit save to make sure the sharepoint updates and you take a final look over each sheet. You're done, you think. You hope. You're too tired to care. You shut the laptop and put it on the night table.

You slide down onto your side and flip off the lamp. You lay with your back to the bathroom door and squeeze your eyes shut. Sleep should be easy but your anxiety further jabs the migraine into your skull. You hate this, all of it. How did it come to this? Where did you go wrong?

🗄️

A couple hours of sleep is hardly enough to recover from the hectic day behind you, or the one awaiting you. You get the kids up, packed, and off to school knowing Pete is probably not even awake. You didn't even try to rouse him as he would only add to your list of worries.

You head to the office, your hope of getting in early crushed as you hurry in at your usual time. You fall into the chair, coat still half-on as you jab the button on the monitor. The PC is asleep but not off. You hit the space bar to wake it up.

You finish stripping off your outer layer and hang it over the back of your chair. You swivel in and gape at the sight before you. Every cell is empty. You click through the sheets as your heart plummets. You close and try reopening the file, hoping it merely timed out.

Nothing. It's all gone but how? You can't believe it. You go into the recovery settings and search through revision history. It's all be locked, you can't see any past edits.

You clutch your head as despair and panic and grief swallow you up. Luck has never been your friend but this is a new low. You roll back slightly and fold over in your chair. You have a choice; accept defeat and tender your resignation or hope for mercy and pretend in the meeting that the file was corrupted without your knowledge. 

"You know," your chair jolts as someone kicks a wheel, "there's a very strict security policy around here. All work devices should be locked and shut down before they are left unattended."

You sit up and spin, dizzy from grief and utter dread as you face Mr. Hansen. He smirks down at you, a black button-up under a sleek evergreen jacket. His wardrobe is even more ostantatious than your husband's; probably because he can afford it. You lift your face and deflate.

"Mr. Hansen," you murmur.

"Anyone could just see the budget… they could tamper with it," he watches you smugly, "or even…delete it."

Your ribs rack and your ears tingle. He did this. Is he crazy? You stand up and he stays as he is. The closeness between you is suffocating.

"Mr. Hansen," you repeat, "I had the numbers done–"

"Oh, you do?" He chuckles, "that's great."

"What did you do? Why?" You accuse.

"I told you, honey bun, you owe me," he pishes his shoulders back, "so…" he lifts his arm and checks his watch, gold and expensive. Probably worth as much as your mortgage, "how exactly are you gonna pay me back? First I let you off early," he holds up a finger  "then… I work a miracle and help you recover that pesky budget."

"Sir," you choke out, mortified, "I'll… I'll stay overtime all week. I swear, I'll–"

"Hmph, nah, I got enough soldiers running the ant hill," he tweaks a brow, "overtime… boring. You got kids, they need mommy home to kiss them goodnight."

You clamp your lips together and watch him desperately. He just wants to torture you. You can feel it all slipping away; your job, your husband, and yourself.

"What do you want?" You exhale weakly.

He tilts his head and lets the tip of his tongue poke out, "you know," he wags his index in front of you, "I know this trick on Excel, why don't I show you?" He pauses for effect, basking in his victory, "in my office?"

A stitch dimples between your eyebrows. His office. Why? You don’t let the trickle of suspicion overflow. You’re not his type. Definitely not Kendra. No, this will be worse than whatever disgusting thoughts he has in her direction.

You set your chin and turn your hands out, “alright, fine. Show me.”

You wait, and he hesitates, as if waiting for you to flinch first. Finally, he pivots on the heel of his ridiculous loafers and struts towards his office. You leave your chair facing the rest of the office and follow, pressing your sweaty palms to the pilled wool that strains across your thighs.

He opens the door of his office and you enter behind him. He lingers by the door and closes it as you stop just inside. For all your years there, you’d never actually been inside his office. There was never any reason for it. Thankfully.

He doesn’t say a word as he rounds his desk and sits casually in his tall-backed chair. It’s much better than those out in the bullpen with the worn cushion and squeaky wheels. You wait, patiently impatient, for him to begin. You feel him plotting, measuring his next move.

He rolls closer to his desk and takes the nearly flat apple mouse, moving it atop the leather pad and clicking with a single finger. His eyes reflect the large screen of his iMac and the corner of his mouth curves upward.

He looks at you and beckons with his other hand, “come here. I’ll show you.”

You reluctantly round his desk. There’s something about his nonchalance that both irks and unsettles you. You near and look at his screen. You see the slobbery lips of a teary-eyed woman right before he minimises the window. You pretend not to notice as he clicks onto the excel file.

It’s there. All your work. You squint and see the title in the bar of the window; Copy of… He kept a copy but he destroyed yours. It’s all a trick. You can’t be surprised by that.

“There it is,” he clicks his tongue, “all your hard work. Wow, I gotta say, that’s impressive.”

“You…” you put your hands on your hips and glance between him and the screen, “what do you want?”

“Nothing much,” he snickers, “and I’d say it’s not too different than what you want. What you really want.”

You blink at his vague statement. You bring an arm up across your stomach and stare at him nervously. Men like him just want their ego inflated. You just have to remember how to kiss ass.

“So,” he leans back and reaches for his belt, “we don’t got much time. Meeting’s in a smooth fifteen so–”

“What are you doing?” You hiss.

He stops, keeping his hands over his lap. You see his velvet pants twitch.

“We can play pretend. I don’t mind. You like the whole hard to get thing, I get it, you got class,” he says, “but we both know the old man isn’t giving you what you need. I can tell by the way you keep your ass clenched–”

“Mr. Hansen,” you snarl.

“I’m not asking for much. A quick handy,” he unbuckles his belt, “I just want a little more than you give the husband. I don’t want it to be a chore, alright? You’re not washing dishes–”

“You’re gross-”

“And you’re going to do it,” he opens his fly. Again, your shock is lacking. No underwear, nasty. “Because you’ve been here, what…” he reaches into his pants and pulls his dick out as he talks, “twelve years?” He strokes himself without shame, “and you walk out of here without a single reference and you’ll be lucky to get a job at the McDonald’s drive-thru.”

You focus on his face, horrified. Like most women, it’s not the first time you’ve been in this position. Propositioned in such a revolting way. Put in a winless situation. Yet, you somehow believed those days were over for you. You’d found safety in age.

“You can’t be serious…” you mutter.

“I’m fucking serious and I’m horny. Since you wanna cockblock me, you can deal with the consequences, honey,” he turns the chair towards you, “you do remember how these things work, right?”

You stare at him, almost glaring. You don’t let your revulsion seep through fully because as repugnant as he is, he’s right. You need this job. You’re not young, you can’t just walk away and crash on a friend’s couch until you find something better. You’re a mother and a wife. A wife.

“Is it really cheating if you can’t stand it?” He chortles as if reading your mind.

You take a breath and step forward. He winces at your suddenness. He braces the armrest of the chair as you reach for his rigid length. You grip him, biting down to keep from ripping your touch away. You look past him to the wall as he grunt and lets out a quivery breath.

You pump him and he hisses, “honey, it’s not a stick shift. Be fucking nice. Get some fucking lube on it.”

You tamp down your disgust and pull your hand back. You hold it up and spit onto it, hiding the action as best you can. You’d rather spit in his face.

You grab him again and run your hand from base to tip and back. He chokes and clings to the chair tighter as it shifts beneath him. He groans as you fixate on the framed Harvard Business School degree. Just when you thought life couldn’t slap you in the face again.

He pushes his head back and rumbles as you feel him tensing. He’s like any man. Simple, through and through. 

You feel him trembling and sense the change in his tone. He’s close. You taste bile, sickened by yourself and him. You stop and keep your hand around him.

“Send it,” you demand.

“Huh?” He puffs.

“Send the file or I don’t finish. And neither do you–”

“Honey, that’s not–”

You squeeze, “send the file.”

“Fine, fine,” he reaches over, straining as he taps a few buttons. You watch the screen and he hits share, you wave him away from the keyboard. You type in your email with your free hand and press enter.

“Great,” you pump your hand again, hips aching at the awkward way you have to bend.  

You grasp the chair above his shoulder as you speed up. He growls and plants his feet, rasping through his rising pleasure, “don’t fuck up my suit–”

You angle his dick and cup your hand under the tip. You have to look then. You watch as he explodes, catching the gushing flow in your palm as he quakes and moans out his delight. Your stomach churns as you stroke him until he’s empty and squirming.

You retract your hand and turn to grab a tissue to wipe away the mess. You’re certain to take a healthy dollop from the sanitizer bottle as well, clearing your throat as you try to shake off what you just did. You look at your watch and roll your shoulders.

“I’ll see you in the meeting,” you retreat to the door as his breath peters out.

“Honey…” he sighs.

“Mr. Hansen,” you reach for the door, leaving him with his limpening dick hanging out.

You march out, not looking one way or the other, as you head for your desk. You’re shaking by the time you reach it, nearly collapsing into the chair. What have you done? You are just as disgusting as he is. You’re pathetic, you’re a loser, you’re… a cheater.

[soccer-love]

Trouble maker

Magdalena Eriksson/Pernille Harder/Fc Bayern women x reader

"Hello, sis." Magda greets me as I walk out of the airport, she pulls me into her arms and gives me a tight hug.

"Hey." I say and let myself rest in her arms for a few seconds.

"How was your flight?" she asks as she grabs my suitcase.

"Oh wonderful, never had a better time then when I got send away by my own mom." I answer and Magda sighs.

"You know that it is for your best, now come on, Pernille is waiting over there with our car."

We walk around the parking lot and I spot Pernille leaning against a silver car, she waves at us and also pulls me into a hug as soon as I am near her.

We drive to their apartment and I bring my stuff into the guest room, I stayed her many times, when I visited my big sister Magda, but never for so long.

I unpack my stuff, call our mom to tell her that I am fine and eat dinner with them before going back into my room.

After some time I hear a knock on the door, I expect it to be Magda but it's actually Pernille.

"Hey, can I come in?" she asks and I nod.

"It's your apartment." I say and pull my legs up to my chest so she can sit on the bed too.

"How do you feel?" she sits down next to me.

"Thrown out." I say, referring to my situation with mom.

"I know love and I also know that everyone told you that it is for your best, but it's true. You should give it all a chance." she says softly.

I stare at the wall where, someone - Magda? - hung up a few pictures of our family, me, our parents, her and Magda.

"When did mom tell you about what happened?"

"The same day, she called Magda and told her about what happened. I was out with some friends but she told me about it when I came home, you know we've been together for a really long time now and I can tell when something scares her and she really was. She knew that you would probably also won't have a good summer since most of the guys live in your neighborhood. So we offered your mom that you could stay with us." she explains.

Mom never explained it to me like that, at the last week of school she just told me that I will be staying with my big sister for the summer.

"And I like having you here." Pernille adds and I look at her.

I've known her since she got together with Magda, at first I was a little curious about them, not because I didn't like it that they where gay, hell no that was super okay with me, but because I loved my big sister to pieces and I was scared that a relationship would break our bond.

But Pernille was so sweet with me and never tried to get in between us so quickly it felt like she was also my big sister.

"I'm coming with you two, to your training right?" I ask and she nods.

"Yes, but don't worry we're not gonna drag you everywhere with us and we wanna make some day trips with you, but don't tell your sister I said that." she says and stands up.

"I won't tell anything." I promise and she smiles at me.

"Great, good night."

"Good night"

She leaves my room and I change into my pj's before laying down in bed, I read a couple of pages but then decide to call it a night and sleep.

-----

"You can sit there." Magda points to a couple of benches where she also drops off her stuff. She explained to me that the first part of training they have todays is based of on there positions.

So while Pernille goes to her own training, I follow my big sister around like a lost puppy.

I notice that some of the players are looking at us, but they're to far away from us so that they could ask me who I am.

As Magda walks over to them, I pull my book out of my pocket and start reading.

A couple of times I took a break to watch them play but not for long.

"Uh what a surprise that Magda didn't put you on a leash." I hear Pernilles voice and look up, she and a couple of other players, the midfielders I suppose, are walking towards me.

This morning when we left their apartment, Magda said that incase I tried to run away during their training she would send Georgia to tickle me down.

I know that she was only joking but I also knew that she wouldn't be amused if I just went off without telling her.

"I think she realized that I am not a dog or a toddler." I answer and close my book.

Some of the other players are looking at us and then at each other but Pernille also notices it.

"I am sorry for my girlfriends bad manners, this is Y/N, Magdas little sister, she is staying with us for the summer." Pernille introduces me and some of them wave at me.

Most of the defenders Magda trained with also came over and hear Pernilles last words.

"Uhh, you sure can tell us some good stories about your sister." a women says and sits down next to me, her accent also sounds kind Scandinavian but she is defiantly not form Sweden, I would have known her from the national team.

"No she cant Glodis." Magda says to her, shaking her head.

"There are defiantly some, if you tell me I promise I protect her from you." Glodis whispers to me, but loud enough so everyone else can hear it too.

"Yeah there are some but I wouldn't be a good sister if I share them." I excuse myself and Magda nods proudly.

"That's right."

"Let her be Glodis, you also wouldn't share our stories." another women says with the same accent, she looks quiet younger than most of the players but not less sporty.

"I would never." Glodis answers, smiling at her.

And something between them, the look they share, is the same like between my sister and Pernille.

"Okay girls, let's get back to training." A man, I identify as their trainer Alexander Straus, says and they get up again.

This time I watch them and don't even notice when a women sits down next to me, she has a splint around her leg and is dressed in some normal cloths, not the usual FC Bayern cloths.

"I'm Caro." she says, looking at me.

"Y/N, I'm Magdas sister." I say also making clear who I am.

"Cool, normally I would also be a defender like her."

I look at her splint "What happened?"

"ACL, only a month ago, something every player is scared off." she explains and I nod.

"I am sorry."

She laughs at me "Don't be, I am fine."

I stay silent, not knowing what to reply to that.

"I don't wanna be rude, but why are you here? Spending the day watching some people playing football doesn't really seems like something, you want to do all summer long." she says, I look at Magda on the pitch.

"I got into some trouble in school and they didn't want me to get into any during the summer so I am here now." I explain and she nods.

We sit there watching them until the training is finished and then wait until they get out of the shower and go with the team to grab a late lunch.

After that I drive home with Magda and Pernille and they show me a little around their neighborhood.

---

Most of my days from them look like this, they have training and I come with them, sometimes Caro is also there and we talk a little, but most of the time I read.

Before or after their training, they show me around town, on our first weekend we go to a lake and go for a swim.

"Can I ask you something?" Caro says, sitting down next to me, it's a Monday, the sky is grey and I'm pretty sure that it will rain later.

"Sure." I say, putting my bock down and taking a sip from my water bottle.

"I think in the last two weeks I've got to know you really well, and to be honest, I cant imagine that someone like you would get into any trouble."

I look at the players.

Magda, our mom, my teachers, even Pernille, all of them asked me what happened.

"I punched a boy in the face." I say, that's what I told everyone, but never the reason why.

"He...you know that Magda and Pernille are pretty open about their relationship."

Caro nods but doesn't say anything.

"In our neighborhood, practically everyone knows everyone and some boys in my school, apparently weren't so okay with their relationship and they know that she's my sister so they started annoying me."

I pause, remembering the face of this asshole when he felt my fist hitting him.

"At first it where only some mean comments that weren't even about her, more like nerd or freak, a couple of weeks before summer, he said that I should write an essay for him or else he would tell everyone my sisters little secret. I didn't know what he meant, he never met my sister, so I refused and walked past him when he said that my sister was a whore and would burn in hell for having a relationship with a women, I asked him to repeat that because I could believe what I was hearing and he did. He said it again and some other things I won't repeat. Something inside me got so mad and before I could do anything, I punched him in the face."

Caro looks at me in shook.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I hear a voice and turn around, it's Magda, the other players behind her.

"You would be all freaked out about it, mom too, so I didn't say anything." I say, she walks up and sits down next to me.

"I am sorry that you have such problems because of me." she says but I grab her hand.

"Don't, there is nothing wrong with being gay, I know that, he is just not smart enough to understand something like that." I explain and she nods, wrapping an arm around me.

"That's true and if loving a women, means that we will burn in hell that I can live with that, because I already experienced haven in her love." Lea says, and comes closer.

I smile at her words, behind her I notice Glodis looking at Karo, Magda told me her name a couple of days ago.

"I'm proud of you for defending us, even though violence is not an answer." Magda says and hugs me softly.

"PARTY." Georgia screams and everyone looks at her confused.

"I mean we need to celebrate that, someone standing up for those who cant stand up for themselves, like...." she searches for the right word. "Like Wonder Woman, you are Wonder Woman."

I laugh and Magda shakes her head smiling.

"I agree with Georgia. Y/N only got punished for what she did, we should celebrate her." Klara agrees.

The team decides to meet up for Pizza tonight and have some fun, including me.

Later when we drive home, I lean towards Pernille who is sitting in the passengers seat, quietly humming to the song that's coming from the radio.

"I have a question." She turns towards me,

"Karo and Glodis." I say and she nods.

"Are they a couple?"

"YES I TOLD YOU THEY HAVE A VIBE!" Pernille screams and I need a minute to realize that she meant Magda.

"Unfortunately not, but I thought that too, the way they look at each other is just so gay." she says towards me.

So I wasn't the only one to see it.

"Maybe yes, but they need to figure it out on their own, nobody should make assumptions about someone else." Magda says and I laugh.

"Amen." I answer.

"But don't punch anyone if they look at them for too long." Magda fires back and I act offended.

"I would never." I say and make her laugh.

"Yeah, but I am still very proud that you stood up for us."

" I did it because I love you, you both." I look at Pernille for a second. "I know that violence isn't right, but nobody gets to say anything bad about my sisters."

"And I always thought that as a big sister I had to protect you but I guess it's the other way around me." Magda says, she stops at a red light and looks at me.

"I love you too sis."

"Me too, I love you both." Pernille adds "I love you to the moon and to Saturn."

"And the Taylor Obsession is coming trough." Magda says rolling her eyes, but smiling at her girlfriend.

[verus-animus]

Finally Home

"Uuuggh.... fuuuck... that's gonna hurt for at least a few hours..." A deep groan escaped from my mouth as I rubbed the pain in the back of my head. Having him fly across the room and slam his head on the hard concrete floor was definitely not in the plan, but at least everything else had been successful.

You see, for years and years I had been lusting over this one handsome hunk that frequented the gym I went to. Damien, as I later managed to find out his name, wasn't just any normal gymgoer. No, he was beyond that and more. The way he easily lifted those weights with his huge biceps, the tension of his massive quads as he ran on the treadmill, and the short breaks he took between each set to give everyone around him a prideful flex show... He was a god among gods... at least in my eyes.

Some might have called me obssessed, but I just found myself mesmerized by everything he did, everything he said, and everything he was. I loved the way his tall muscular body moved, I loved the way his deep accented voice sounded, and I even loved the way his pungent after workout musk smelled (Yes, I might have broken into his locker a few times just to bask in that wonderful scent of his...).

At first I really thought I was just in love with him, but I quickly realized it was something more than that, something more possessive. I didn't want to be with him. No, I wanted to be him. I wanted... no yearned to parade around with that wonderfully fit body, to watch myself flex with those massively thick biceps, and to simply own all that he possessed and had worked hard for. The very thoughts would make me quickly chub up and I'd often be forced to release a big load in the gym toilets while imagining running my hands across that chiseled flesh of Damien.

That's why I've spent the last seven months browsing through every book in the library, every website on the net, and every tattered research paper I could get my hands upon to find some way to actually make my desire come true. It took countless sleepless nights and an almost empty bank account, until I finally found what I was looking for. All that was required was the right place, right time, and right person...

I wasn't going to risk anything, so after finding out where he lived, what time he usually went to the gym, and when he would most likely come back home, I immediately put my plan into action. Yes, I broke into his apartment. Yes, I smeared chicken blood all over his living room floor to draw a glyph and lit incense sticks everywhere. And yes, I sat in the middle of it all naked and drenched in chicken blood, while clutching a piece of dry wood with runes carved on it in my hand.

You would think I had gone mad at this point, but you have no idea the dedication and yearning I had felt to actually make this go through. Patiently I sat there and waited for him, minutes and hours went by, but I was just as ready for the moment he would be back.

And when I could finally hear the entrance door to his apartment unlock, and saw the shocked expression on his handsome face as he found a complete stranger sitting in the middle of his living room floor, I immediately brought the unusual dry wood high up in the air and split it into two. Almost instantaneous an intense burning pain washed all over me, followed by the horrific sight of my physical body being engulfed in sweltering purple fire. A pile of ashes and flesh pieces was all that was left, as I now found myself hovering above the glyph in some sort of hazy non-physical state.

Not letting the opportunity pass me by, I immediately focused my form towards Damien's body and flung myself against him. A look of absolute terror was plastered on his face, as the words "Oh fuck" left his mouth. A wide gaping mouth that turned out to be the perfect entrance for me to slam myself straight into. The very force of my invasion however caused him to suddenly be flung backwards and across the living room.

I was rapidly forcing myself down into his gagging throat, and quickly filling him up with all of my essence. I could feel him starting to fight back, but I had no intention of giving him that chance. Immediately I pushed down even deeper and found his core. It was warm, livid, and pulsating... and I wasted no time completely enveloping it and absorbing it into myself. I could feel all his memories, dreams, and desires wash over me. If I wanted to become Damien, I had to go all the way.

One the outside, Damien's face was red and exhausted, as his expressions went from ones of pain and anguish to pleasure and joy. For a few brief minutes he closed his eyes and just laid there on the floor in eerie tranquil.

Until they finally opened again with me in complete control.

I tried to push myself back up, only to fall back down on the floor with a heavy thud. As much power and strength that flowed through my new bigger body now, I found myself beyond exhausted. Not only that, but my broad muscular back was now drenched in sweat, as were my armpits with my new wonderfully pungent musk.

Accepting that I wasn't getting up from this floor anytime soon, especially with this pounding headache in the back of my head, I decided to enjoy my new self right there and then. With one rugged hand shoved deep down in my gym shorts and squeezing my new engorged manhood, the other massive arm was busily being kissed, flexed, and having its wet armpit being worshipped.

Basking in my new perfect body and identity, I spent the rest of the evening filling the apartment with groans of my deep accented voice, and my stomach with pounds after pounds of my sticky white Damien cream...

I was finally who and where I had always meant to be, with the perfect body, life, and identity.

Finally I was home.

[skazoo]

slow and blue and endless.

↳ kim taehyung x f!reader

someone stared at you through the window. you had always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. but a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily.

length. 1.7k

genre. angst, yandere

warnings/tags. language, obsessive behavior, implied stalking, yandere themes, mind break, emotional manipulation, love bombing(?), mention of mental illnesses, physical violence, kinda gruesome allusion to murder, dark themes overall, minors advised to dni.

networks. none for this.

notes. [THIS IS A REPOST BC TUMBLR TAGS WON'T WORK AND I ALMOST CRIED<;3]

GAH these photos are so 80s serial killer making a creepy videotape that's gonna get edited in a true crime documentary coded...... i know you're seeing my vision, i KNOW it.... anywayyyyyy this is kinda not proofread, and i wrote it while i was supposed to be studying for my exams a while back!! because when am i inspired if not when i shouldn't be?? i hope you like it and i swear something is almost ready for me to publish please wait a little longer (for my engenes and atiny besties)

⚠️ it goes without saying that i in no way condone any obsessive/stalking/creepy/violent behavior and despite this being "x reader" i'm not in any way romanticizing anything i'm writing. also this, as you all know, is fiction and names are merely a narrating mean. ⚠️

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

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in a way you’ve always loved him. he knows. you don’t even have to say it out loud for him to be happy. 

but sometimes it feels like you take him for granted. sometimes you make him really, really angry and that, he can’t let pass. and it's not for his sake but for yours. always everything for you. he has to make you understand that there are things you can’t do if you want to stay safe from the outside world. safe from him, sometimes.

running away is one of those ugly, wretched things you know well he hates, and he slams you against the wall and drags you back through the front door into the house by your hair, he bashes your head on the kitchen counter, near the fire of the stove he’s been preparing lunch with to make you understand a concept you're apparently too dumb to grasp.

“what the fuck did i tell you about running, uh?” seething with undiluted rage .

“i just wanted to go outside, tae. i swear!”

“i said what the fuck did i tell you about running!? do you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go?!” his voice booms inside the walls of your head, an endless echo that makes bitter tears gather at the back of your eyes and spill over.

your face is burning. tongues of fire lick at your cheeks, a scorching caress that reminds you of taehyung's. his palm always leaves a brand behind, reminding him and yourself that he’s there. 

your hands scramble for his in a miserable attempt to lessen his hold. “i’m sorry, tae! so sorry, please! please!”

his closed fist in your hair pushes your head closer to the heat. “i’ll fucking kill you if i have to, you know that right–” it’s not a question, merely a promise, but you nod anyway, frantically, desperately– “they’ll never stop finding your body, baby. do you understand?” he screams and shakes you with his hands tight in your hair when you only cry in response.

“i said,” leaning in, mouth brushing over your ear. chills go down your back as his voice turns sickeningly mellow as if he’s whispering sweet nothings instead of threats, “do you understand?”

“yes! yes! god, yes i understand! tae, i’m so sorry! it’s all my fault! it’s all my fault!”

your mindless babbles seem to humor him and he moves your head at a safer distance. “and why is that?”

“ ‘twas my fault! i put myself in danger if i run. tae, please! i’m so sorry!” 

and you cry and cry and cry until you have nothing to give. until there’s only emptiness in your head that’s resting on his shoulder. until his shushes really feel reassuring. until he sits you down at the table to eat the lunch he prepared, the one that was so close to killing you. you nibble on it, too weak to really even taste the flavors.

he breaks the empty silence between you with a question. you startle at the sound of his voice and force your heavy eyes to focus on him.

“aren't you curious? about why i chose you?”

“no.”

he scrunches his eyebrows and regards you with a slightly displeased look that has you shrinking back on your chair. 

“but i want to tell you…” he whines.

you don’t say anything about his antics. despite him behaving like a child you’re terrified of what his reaction would be if you actually treated him like one, so you press your lips together and wait. 

“i like people that like me.” and it’s so simple how he says it. obvious, even.

“but why do you think i like you?” quietly, meekly.

he seems to like the question, his boxy smile one full of teeth that in other circumstances you would have found endearing. now it only makes him look like a predator, an animal, drool dribbling down his fangs, jaw ready to snap close around your neck if —and ultimately, when— you say or do the wrong thing. 

“oh, i was so happy, Y/N,” he coos, your name curling in his mouth with ease, as if you’re always been around each other, as if it belongs there, “that when i chose you, you came with me.”

your mouth gapes open at the absurdity of it all. you wonder if he really thinks that you wanted all of this, that you wanted to be taken from your home. you’d ask your old psychology professor if you’d be correct to label him as a narcissist of sorts. a man with too much power, and free time, and loneliness to exhaust all on himself that he had to go around looking for a scapegoat for his secret misery.  

“i didn’t– i didn’t come to you, taehyung. i didn’t have a choice.”

“so you were almost forced to come?”

“no,” it comes out more as a question than an answer and you lower your head in search of a way to rationalize the conversation at hand, “i was completely forced–”

“that’s what you tell yourself,” he retorts before you can even finish your sentence.

“it’s what i know is true,” you spit somewhat offended by his insinuation.  

his smile is a sick thing when you raise your head from the food on your plate —cold and uninviting. the smell alone makes you want to throw up. 

“are you sure?”

your anger leaves space for an unnerving sense of confusion. “what does that– what?”

your frown deepens as you watch him play around with his lunch. you follow his hands pushing back his glasses on his nose. the sick look of complacency that dances on his face seems to speak words that make the hairs at the back of your neck raise in dreadful anticipation. i know something about you that you don’t, his eyes say, and that alone is enough to make you want to scream.

he knows nothing!, you’d be shouting to the usually calm neighborhood, i haven’t told him anything about myself. he can’t know anything! he knows nothing! he knows nothing! you’d holler to the kids walking home from school hand in hand with their mothers who’d be looking at you with contempt, unaware of who lives among them. a wolf in sheep's clothing that could easily make you look like a psychopath. 

you’d do it, you swear to yourself that you’d do it all if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve got the inkling fear that you’ve truly gone mad. the doubt that crawls on your back and makes its way in your ears, slithering then, with much glee into your delusional brain.

how long have you been in this house? his house or the one you bought together once you finished college? did you meet him on a slow rainy day outside a coffee shop or did you catch him staring at you from the window before he broke in and took you from your bed, leaving behind torn sheets and a broken frame with a picture of your friends? does your mind deceive you? are you sane? is he?

it feels like you've had this exact same conversation with him an infinite number of times, always stuck in a loop of unease and sadness that you really can’t explain. loving looks sent your way melt into scary grimaces sometimes and all you can feel is guilt because that’s tae. your tae. the man you chose, the man that chose you.

you realize your vacant eyes are crying when you feel a thumb swipe your cheek with a gentleness that makes your stomach churn in disgust and again a voice tells you that there’s something wrong with you.

“baby, are you alright?”

the way you look at him does nothing to the sick warmth brewing in his stomach. your shiny little doe eyes peeking up at him from under wet lashes, asking for forgiveness that taehyung would never deny you. nose red from the frustration of being lost in your own mind and mouth parted as if to ask him to show you the way, the truth that you seem to have lost.

he stands up and rounds the table to you for you to bury your head in his chest. sobs shake your tired form.

“shh, it’s okay, baby. i swear everything it’s okay. it happens to forget.”

“i’m sorry, tae,” you plead through broken breaths. “i’m so sorry, please.”

he shushes you. lips plant themselves in the crown of your head, a hand rubs at your back soothingly.  

later, in the late evening, you lie in your bed. a bed. the sheets smell of him and the air you breathe does not feel like the one you're used to, but you’re calm. you think you are. maybe.

soft snores sound from behind you and you attempt to turn your head to make sure it’s him. 

“tae?” you let out a whisper. not one that expects itself to be heard.

“yeah?” voice hoarse from sleep.

“nothing.”

he buries his nose in the hair at the nape of your neck, inhaling the shampoo he bought for you. “what?”

“just wanted to make sure you were still here.”

“i’m always here, baby.”

you hum.

minutes pass slowly, like molasses, as if the hand of the seconds inside the alarm on your nightstand is fighting an invisible force, a wall of rubber that threatens to bounce time back. you think he’s fallen back asleep. breath slowing, chest heaving, lulling you to slumber.

you close your eyes. “tae?”

he doesn’t answer. a car alarm sounds from outside the closed curtains, its prolonged blaring bringing a certain agitation in your otherwise silent night. a breath of summer wind leaves bumps on your skin in its wake. you sigh and his arms tighten around your torso. an unconscious gesture, soft, loving.

“i dream of you–” you let your words sink into the air, into the boiling water you carry around in your lungs that doesn’t let you breathe properly, and you shiver again but not from the chill bite of the wind “–and it’s slow, and blue, and endless.”

behind you, taehyung’s mouth stretches into a smile.

in a way, you’ve always loved him. he’s certain of it now as he was before. and even if you didn’t, he will always make sure to make it a reality, one way or the other. wether you want it or not.

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[ejzah]

In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 27

***

Kensi stayed for dinner and while Deeks cleaned up. Over the course of the evening, Caleb slowly opened up a little more, even breaking a couple of smiles.

Deeks thought at least a part of his continued reserved behavior came down to embarrassment. While Deeks appreciated that Caleb recognized what he did was wrong, he also didn’t want him to wallow in guilt.

When he had finished cleaning the few dishes used for the pizza, and packed up the half-finished meal he’d started, Deeks made his way into the den. He found Kensi and Caleb with their backs to the door, bent over a book. He stayed in the doorway watching them interact, and listened to the rise and fall of Kensi’s voice more than the words.

“Wait, did you forget to read the fine print!!!!” Kensi exclaimed.

“They ate spicy salsa on accident and now it’s going to make them breathe fire,” Caleb announced in between giggles. “And then the whole house is gonna burn down.”

Deeks smiled as he recognized one of Caleb’s most favorite books. Even if it had be a crappy couple of days, he had a lot to be grateful for. Mainly the two people crouched over a book about dragons. He waited for them to finish before interrupting with a gentle clearing of this throat.

“Hey kiddo, it’s getting close to bedtime,” he said, and both Kensi and Caleb’s heads swiveled towards him.

“We were having so much fun, we completely lost track of time,” Kensi said, nudging Caleb with her knee. “I better get home. Have good night, ok?”

“Ok. Thanks for reading with me, Kensi.” He dipped his head, peeking up from under his bangs. “Can I hug you?”

“Of course.” Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms as tightly as he could around Kensi, clinging to her for several long moments. When he let go, Kensi brushed his hair back with a fond smile that made Deeks’ chest ache in a way that wasn’t physical. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Kensi,” he said.

“I’ll walk you out,” Deeks offered. “I’ll be back in a couple, buddy.”

Caleb nodded, turning back to the small pile of books and trains scattered nearby.

“Ugh.” Deeks rubbed his palms over his face as he and Kensi reached the front door. “This is not how I imagined today going.”

“Hey, we’re all going to have bad days. Compared to some of my other relationships, this is actually not that bad.

“Very reassuring.” Holding out his hand, Deeks waited for Kensi to thread her fingers through his. “I should have told you about Monica sooner,” he added.

“Yeah,” Kensi agreed. “But I also understand why you didn’t.” She sighed, her smile a little melancholy. “Exes are hard. Especially when there are kids involved.” She tugged lightly on his hand. “Let me know if you need anything. Talk, yell, cry. I’m here and I promise not to judge.” She nodded. “Well, not too much.”

Deeks chuckled, and shook his head. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” she told him, leaning in for a brief kiss. “Good luck with your talk.”

Deeks shut the door behind Kensi, dragging both hands through his hair. He’d been thinking about how to approach this conversation all evening, and still wasn’t settled on what to say. He walked back to the den; Caleb had cleaned up everything, with more care than usual.

“I’m ready to go to bed,” Caleb announced.

“Come here for a minute,” Deeks said, sitting in one of the chairs, and Caleb hung his head, shuffling over reluctantly. He stopped with his still lowered, which just made Deeks want to wrap him up in a big hug. He pulled Caleb onto his lap, settling him on one knee.

“Kensi said you told her you were upset about mom and that’s why you got mad and threw the block. Is that true?”

Caleb shrugged once, and then gave a single jerk of his head, still not looking up. Deeks gently tipped his chin up. The were the sheen of tears in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“I don’t know.” Another shrug.

“You know you can tell me anything,” Deeks reminded him. Caleb didn’t respond, so he prompted. “Why are you upset about mom coming to visit?”

“Because you always get sad when she does,” Caleb answered, with a hint of sadness and bitterness, which had no place in a five year old’s voice. “I like it when we’re happy. And I like having Kensi here, and I don’t want it to change.”

Deeks blinked at him in shock for a moment as he processed everything Caleb had just revealed. He’d tried to conceal his true feelings about Monica, but apparently he hadn’t been as successful as he thought.

“Hey, first of all, you do not have to worry about how I’m feeling, Caleb. That’s not your job, ok? If you wanna see mom, then that’s what we’re going to do. It doesn’t matter how it makes me feel.” He tapped Caleb’s chin, until he made eye contact again.

“Secondly, mom coming back isn’t going to change anything with Kensi,” he said.

“You promise?” Caleb whispered hopefully.

“Yeah, I do.” He let that sink in for a few seconds. “So, what do you think about mom visiting again while she’s here?”

Caleb considered the question with a tilt of his head. “I don’t know. I have to think about it.”

“That’s fine. It’s always good to think about things before you make a decision,” Deeks said approvingly. As they talked, Caleb had slowly melted into his chest. He could tell he was fading fast.

“Hey, one more thing.” Deeks rested his hand on Caleb’s back. “I know you weren’t feeling like yourself when you threw that toy today at school, but that can’t happen again, ok?”

Caleb nodded into his chest, sniffling a little.

“It’s never ok to hurt people, even when we have really big feelings. If you feel like you did today again, you come talk to me, or Kensi, or another grown up,” he told him.

“Ok. I’m sorry, daddy.”

“I forgive you. We still gotta make it right though, so tomorrow I want you to apologize to your friend, and Kensi.”

“That’s all?” Caleb asked in surprise.

“First time offender,” Deeks joked, hugging Caleb tighter. “It happens again though, there’s gonna be more consequences. Like losing privileges.”

“Ok,” Caleb whispered again, curling his fingers into Deeks’ shirt.

“Love you, kiddo.” Kissing the top of his head, Deeks held him closer. A few minutes more wouldn’t hurt.

***

A/N: And of course, the book referenced in this chapter is the wonderful “Dragons Love Tacos” by Adam Rubin and Daniel Salmieri. It’s been a staple for me ever since Eric read it during one of his story time videos.

[imaginingaustin]

more "i love yous"

summary: when austin accepts a long distance job, without talking to you about it, an unfortunate spat breaks out.

requested by anonymous.

you were sitting down to lunch one afternoon, taking a break from the errands you’d been running all morning. you met up with a friend at a nearby restaurant, feeling good to finally sit down after being on your feet for the last few hours.

conversation quickly ensued once your friend met you, and once you placed your orders. after a while, the mood took a sharp turn.

“hey, so i heard about austin’s new project! working on location in chicago for this new film trilogy, that’s so cool.” they said to you. unfortunately to you, you had no idea what they were talking about.

“yeah, it is! im excited for him.” you lied through your teeth. you wanted to avoid any awkwardness during this lunch. you saved your anger and upset for when you saw him.

you and your friend ended up spending a few of hours at the restaurant, enjoying your food, drinks, and each other’s company.

later that evening, you avoided going home for as long as you could. you knew that austin had come over to your place, but you were so angry that he hadn’t let you in on a very important piece of information, you wish he had just stayed home.

you sat in your driveway, calming yourself down as much as possible before going inside. austin’s car was parked next to yours, so you knew he was waiting for you to come home.

you walked in the door, through the foyer, and to the kitchen. austin was sitting at the island, talking on his phone. he smiled at you, and you forced one back before turning away from him. you listened as he spoke, the sound of his voice causing you to wince at every syllable that left his mouth.

“yeah, i can do that. i’ll be there thursday morning.” he spoke into the phone. it sounded like he was planning something that he was probably going to forget to mention to you. 

you stood against the counter, arms folded across your chest, staring at austin while you waited for him to finish his phone call. he locked eyes with you, and you watched his demeanor change. he sat up straight and you watched his muscles tense.

“hey, i’m gonna let you go. just text me the details.” he said before wishing whoever he was talking to a good night. he hung up the phone and set it down on the island before moving his attention back to you. “how was your day?” he asked softly.

“oh, just great. i got all my stuff done this morning, then had lunch with (F/N). you know, funnily enough, they told me an interesting piece of news about you that i hadn’t heard.” you said, your voice raising as you reached the end of your sentence.

“oh yeah? what’s that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“you took a job on a project based in chicago?” you asked. you watched as austin’s eyes widened. “yeah, when were you planning on letting me in on your great news?”

“i didn’t think it would actually happen. i wasn’t going to tell you until it was a for sure thing.” he said softly, avoiding your gaze.

“you didn’t think that maybe we should’ve talked about it beforehand, so we could figure out what to do if you did get the job? were you even going to tell me you were leaving, or was i just supposed to just try and make plans with you, only for you to decline and tell me that you were across the country?” you asked.

“i was going to tell you! i wanted to wait until i had all my ducks in a row until i did.” 

“when do you leave?” you asked.

“next thursday. that was the phone call i was just on.” he said.

“next thursday? seems like your ducks were pretty much all in a row! i’d say it’s too late for me to take time off of work. but since you probably didn’t want me to go with you anyway, i guess that doesn’t matter.” you said. 

“y/n, don’t say that.” 

“say what? it must be true considering you didn’t even think to tell me about your leaving until a week before you’re supposed to go.” you spat. you turned to leave the kitchen, and heard austin get up from the island.

“y/n, wait.” you heard his voice call behind you. you rushed into your bedroom, but he caught up to you. he braced his arm across the door frame, blocking the entrance to your room.

"move." you said, attempting to push him out of the way.

"no, let's talk about this! let me explain myself.

“i’m done talking. i don’t want to hear anymore.” you said, finally pushing past him.

"y/n, please." he pouted, just before you slammed the door behind him. you pressed your back against the door, and slid down it, crying into your hands as you sat on the floor.

"go. away." you shoulder after austin's last plea for you to open the door. 

you heard him move from the door, and you moved to your bed. you sat in silence for a while, not wanting to move. you laid down and stared up at the ceiling, thoughts racing around your brain. once your thoughts became too much to handle, you grabbed your phone off the nightstand and tapped your mom’s profile to call her.

“hey sweetie.” she said when she answered.

“hey mama.” you said quietly, a lump still prominent in your throat.

“uh oh, what’s wrong?” she asked you. you immediately started ranting to her about your situation with austin, and how you were feeling about it.

“i know we haven’t been together that long, but am i crazy for thinking he should’ve at least told me? more than a week before he hopped on a plane and traveled all the way across the country?” you asked her.

“no, you’re not crazy for thinking that. but maybe he thought that you wouldn’t have wanted to come anyway. like you said, you haven’t been together that long. maybe he doesn’t think that you’re ready to live on location with him just yet.” 

“maybe.” you said softly.

“i really don’t think that he left you out of this to slight you. he cares about you, and i know you care about him too. but you get so hot headed sometimes, and you jump to expect the worst of people. even when they don’t have bad intentions.”

“i know.” you sighed. “i’m glad we talked, though. you always know what to say when i need to hear them the most.” you said. you thanked her and wished her a good night before hanging up.

you stood from your bed and took a deep breath before leaving your room. you opened the door and saw austin sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall right outside. he looked up at you when he heard the door open, sadness heavy in his eyes.

“hey.” he said softly as you squatted down next to him.

“we should talk.” you said, and he nodded. you both moved to the couch and fell into conversation. you began apologizing for your reaction, and for not allowing him to explain himself. austin apologized for not telling you about the job when he was first considering it, and not thinking about how his not telling you would make you feel.

“i really wasn’t sure if we were far enough along in this relationship for me to be asking you to come be on location with me when i have work based in other places.”

“that’s a fair assumption. but i still would like to be able to make the choice to go with you.” you said to him.

“i understand. i really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. i love and care about you so much, and i really want this relationship to work. i couldn’t live with myself if it didn’t work out between us due to a lack of communication on my part.” he said, pulling you into his arms, and hugging you tight.

“you love me?” you asked, looking up at him. he smiled down at you and nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i do. so much.” he said, pressing another kiss to your head. you rested your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing him tight.

“i love you too.” you said, nuzzling deeper into his chest. you sat there quietly for a few minutes, before you spoke again. “who would’ve thought our first fight would lead to us dropping the L word for first time.” 

“here’s to less fights and more “i love yous” in the future.” he laughed.

“i can get behind that.”

[itsyourstarboy]

Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.3

First Part Next Part

It’s about damn time I made part 3, and this is, once again, less headcanons and more just Guy interrupting Honey’s stream

Okay so, we’ve talked about how Honey’s fan base likes to theorize on their and Guy’s relationship. Some fans think they have mutual crushes on one another, some think they’re secretly dating, some think they’re just roommates.

Chat asks Honey questions about their love life all the time, and Honey has fun by always giving vague answers.

Even Guy has joined in on occasion.

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★someone donated $1★

HoneysHeaven: are you single??

"Guy, what the actual fuck."

Answer the damn question 👁️👁️

Not him flirting in front of 176k people 🤣🤣

HoneysHeaven: are you though??

My man's is just shooting his shot, give him a break

Honey pinches the bridge of their nose and sighs, though the way the corner of their mouth twitches upward is poorly hidden. "No, I'm not single."

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

✍️[Honey]✍️is✍️not✍️single✍️

OH SO NOW WE GET A STRAIGHT ANSWER

OOOOHHHH B))))))

CLIP FOR PROOF CLIP FOR PROOF NO TAKE BACKS

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Wait but is Guy single?

That's the real question ^^^

HoneysHeaven: I'm dating the most loving, caring, sweetest person in the world 🥰🥰

AAWWWWW

IM GONNA BARF

So not [Honey] then?

XD

HES SO WHOLESOME OMFG

AGSKSGSKDGDKF

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA

SOMEONE SAID SO NOT [HONEY] THEN 😂😂😂😂😂😂

LMAOOO

DAMN BRO WHO PISSED IN YOUR CHEERIOS???

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And even when he's not there, Chat often speaks on his behalf.

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★someone donated $5★

When are you going to ask out your roommate?

"I don't have a roommate."

Machoke? More like choke me-

YES YOU DO??

tf

LIAR LIAR PLANTS FOR HIRE

Who the hell is that dude in your house then 🤨🤨🤨🤨

GUY THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT GUY WHEN ARE YOU GONNA ASK OUT GUY

THIS IS BULLSHIT WE CANT TAKE THEIR WORD FOR IT

Is Guy in the chat rn?? We need to check your sources

"I am not lying, I swear on my goldfish's grave. Guy isn't my roommate, he's just some stray that followed me home one day and now he won't fucking leave."

Ouch

THAT WHY HE LOOK LIKE A WET NOODLE??

Nah nah, we all know you keep him around on purpose 😏😏😏

WE DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE-

A WET NOODLE!? EXCUSE ME!?

★someone donated $20★

Go ask Guy out right now and I'll give you another 80 dollars

Honey scrunches their nose and hums, as if thinking, "I'd love to, but... Guy isn't here right now."

NOOOO WE WERE SO CLOSE

BRIBERY WORKS BUT AT THE WORST OF TIMES

Where is he???? He's not supposed to be outside all alone :(

YOU'D LOVE TO??? 👀👀👀👀

WHAT THEN CALL HIM OR SMTH

YES

CALL HIM

PUT HIM ON SPEAKER SO WE CAN SAY HI

"wha- I can't just call him, he's at work. Do you guys want him to get fired?"

NO

No

Change of plans, we can wait until next stream

We'll get 'em next time boys

It's for the best, no one wants to get asked out over the phone

True true

Teaching [Honey] How to Flirt; Lesson 152: don't ask someone out over the phone

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★someone donated $10★

Is Guy there?

"yeah...?"

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Cool cool heres the last of that 100 I promised you, now go ASK GUY OUT

OMGOMGOMG

ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM

AAAAAAHHHHHHH

I SAID STAY FUCKING CALM

AAHLFVAKCBGSNAFAGRCKXN

Sorry

YES YES YES YES YES

👁️👁️🤳 I'm ready and waiting

Honey smirks, and pulls off their headphones. They get out of their chair and open the door to the hallway.

They then sit back down in their chair, yell "GUUYY" (which has him stumbling over himself because they never yell for him like that), and wait.

Guy rushes to Honey, but stops short of entering the room when Honey puts their hand out, "no, no, don't come in, I'm still streaming."

Guy puts a hand over his heart and let's out a breath, "holy shit, Honey, I thought you were being murdered or something." Then he laughs that adorable laugh of his because he's so precious.

Honey can't suppress the chuckle that bubbles up in their throat, "no, I'm fine. Chat just wanted me to ask you something."

Honey spared a quick glance at their monitor, biting their lip to try and hide the devilish smirk that was forming across their features.

ITS HIM ITS HIM

MY BOOOYYYY

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRDDDHDHHDJJ

What the hell is happening to you people y'all need some jesus tf 🛐✝️✝️

THIS IS IT THIS IS WHAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

I DONT NEED JESUS I NEED A FUCKING STRAIGHT JACKET HOOOOOOOWWEEEEEEEEEE

Oh my god 🙊🙊🙊

🎶the best time to wear a striped sweaterrrrr🎶

Guy giggles, "what?"

Honey fails at their weak attempt to hide their smile, biting their tongue as a last ditch effort before giving way, "get out."

Guy laughs through his words, a more confused tone taking place as he repeats his last question, "what?"

Honey stands from their chair again, and leans against the open door. The way it opens inward perfectly covers Guy from view of the camera.

They lean in, a loving smile splaying their lips and lighting up their eyes as they grasp the collar of his shirt to pull him in.

Chat can't see how their faces are only inches apart, they can only hear how Guy let's out a sound of surprise.

Honey plants a chaste kiss on the corner of Guy's mouth and then loosens their grip on his collar in exchange for placing their hand flat on his chest.

Chat can only hear Honey repeat, "get out," when they gently shove Guy backwards so they can close the door again. Their face displays a cheeky grin as they stifle a soft laugh at the sound of a very flustered, and probably offended, Guy.

Then they sit back in their chair and turn their attention back to their stream.

WHAT THE ACTUALLY FRICK WAS THAT??

NOOOOOOOO

DONT GO BACK TO PLAYING UNDERTALE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW

★someone donated $20★

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO ASK HIM OUT??

Honey feigned confusion as they quirked an eyebrow at the message, "I did ask him out."

NO TF YOU DID NOT

They did not just say that

I

Want

To

Murder

GODDAMNIT

Calm down satan

THIS IS TOO CRUEL EVEN FOR YOU

NOOOO HE SOUNDED SO CONFUSED 😭😭

"I really don't understand what you guys are talking about. I asked him to get out, that's what you all wanted."

MOTHERFU-

THAT IS NOT WHAT ASKING SOMEONE OUT MEANS AND YOU KNOW IT

Teaching [Honey] How to Flirt; Lesson 153: asking someone out means to ask someone on a date

SHUT UP

THEY ALREADY KNOW THAT THEY'RE JUST MEAN

I want my 100 dollars back /hj

[Honey] is deceitful and finds joy in manipulating the emotions of others. I believe they may be some kind of sadist.

Kinky

Y'all need to chill fr

GUYS GUYS LOOK SOMEONE CLIPPED IT HE CALLED THEM HONEY 🥺🥺

"oh, shi-"

—

Honey has adjusted their streaming schedule to line up with Guy's work schedule. This way, he will interrupt them less.

It's a win win for the both of them, because when Guy gets home after a day at work, all he wants is love and affection which he cannot get if his honey is streaming.

But there are times when the stream goes on longer than expected, or Guy gets off early.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey was playing Life is Strange when they heard the front door open. They paused for a moment, expecting to hear Guy's usual "Honey, I'm home" call to announce his presence.

But it didn't come.

They paused the game and lowered their headphones, confusion evident on their face as they turned in their chair slightly, listening to the sounds of Guy putting down his work bag and taking off his shoes.

When the noises stopped, Honey assumed Guy must've just had a long day. They decided they'd check on him after they wrapped up this stream.

A few minutes went by; Honey had nearly forgotten Guy was home, it was so quiet.

★someone donated $1★

HoneysHeaven: Honeeyyy :(

There he is.

The way he typed out their nickname and added a frowny face made them feel soft, and they practically had to physically restrain themself from going, "what, baby?"

Instead they said, "what is it, Guy?"

awwww

He's calling them Honey 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Who made our boy sad??

HoneysHeaven: I'm dyiiing :((

I want to kiss chloe so bad u have no idea

WHAT

OH NO 😰

SOMEONE CALL 911 🚑🚑🚑🚑🚑🚑

NO GOD PLEASE TAKE ME INSTEAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Honey left the room without a second thought, their feet leading them straight to where Guy had bundled himself up on the couch. The TV was on, playing the cartoon network channel for some reason, and the lights were off save for a table lamp.

Holding his phone in front of his face while he lay on his side, he turned to look at Honey when he heard their footsteps.

His hair was a mess, he had bags under his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Honeeyyy," he pouted, his voice coming out strained and scratchy.

Guy had come home sick.

They checked his temperature, got him a cold cloth, brought him medicine, and basically played nurse before finally returning to their stream.

They'd only been gone for 15 minutes.

WHAT DO WE DO WHAT DO WE DO

OH GOD THIS IS TERRIBLE

WE HAVE TO SAVE THEM THATS WHAT WE HAVE TO DO

EVERYONE CALM DOWN

WE GOTTA CALL THE NAVY

What is happening?

I CANT TAKE THIS THE STRESS IS TOO MUCH

I hope Guy is ok 😭

THE ROBOTS ARE RUNNING THE NAVY

NOT THE NAVY 😰😰😰😰😰😰

Guys I'm getting in my helicopter, who wants a ride?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ME

ME

ME TOO

🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁

WAIT EVERYONE THEYRE BACK

Honey gets back to find the chat in utter chaos, but they assure them that everything is fine. Guy is just dramatic.

Things went back to normal for about half an hour.

But then the door opened, and two hands appeared, just in view, flat on the floor.

Honey turns around to see this, "Guy, what are you doing?"

They only get a tired groan, that sounds more like a whine, in response.

Oh nooooo 🥺🥺

Our boy is sicky ☹️☹️☹️

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I'll get the rabies shot ready

Honey crouches in front of Guy, who is sprawled out face first on the floor. "Are you wearing my hoodie again?"

Another hum of discomfort. He really isn't feeling well.

They place their hand on his head and pet his hair, tilting their head slightly and speaking in a low voice, "what do you need, baby?"

Guy made "hmph" noise, and tapped his hands which were still stretched out in front of him.

Honey stood, and made their way back over to their computer.

Hope he gets better soon ❤️

Aw my goodness he's wearing their hoodie 😍😍

I'm sick too me and guy are twinsies fr

Are we just gonna ignore that th-

They ended the stream. They don't have time to do their regular sign off, they have a sick Guy to take care of.

[runnning-outof-time]

Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Part 9)

Previous Part

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) receives another letter from her mother in Sheffield, and is conflicted about its contents. She can’t help but pick up some weird vibes from Tommy when she goes to ask him for a day off.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3241

A/N: I really think the story’s gonna pick up from here…I’ve got a lot of fun things planned. Let me know what you think! Enjoy ! :)

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Dearest (Y/N),

It is so nice to hear back from you. Knowing you are safe allows my heart to rest, even if only slightly.

I know you said you are hesitant, but I think that you should come home to visit me. I think it could benefit the both of us and allow for some closure for me. It breaks my heart to know that I cannot see my only daughter whenever I please. I know of your distaste towards the family's dealings and have asked your brothers to take a break from their work so that you will feel comfortable being back in Sheffield. They will not bother you when you are here. I will make sure of it.

I've taken it into my own hands to arrange things so that you can come to see me. The best time to do so would be this weekend, Saturday to be exact. Come around noon. We can have lunch together. If you don't write back before then, I will know that you have accepted the invitation. You are even welcome to bring Matthew along with you. I would love to meet him.

Please consider it, dear. I really miss you.

All my love,

Mum

(Y/N) read through the letter three times in order to get its words to sink into her mind. Her mother wanted to see her again, so much so that she was even willing to step into her family's realm of business and halt them for the weekend just so that she'd feel comfortable with being there. Although the thought of going back into Sheffield again after leaving it so abruptly made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, she really wanted to see her mother again.

It had been killing her these past few months with only writing home and not being able to physically see or hear her mother. She knew it was what was best for the both of them, and it was one of the ways that they'd both be able to stay safe through it all. Going back there to meet in person would surely be a death wish if the circumstances weren't perfect. But she was looking at this opportunity differently now that some safety was going to be ensured.

With many thoughts still swirling around her mind, she slid the letter back into its envelope and set it down on the table. She had work today, and needed to gather her things so that she’d be able to leave. Once she was ready, she took one last glance over at the table, where the letter was still sitting, before she opened the door and exited her apartment.

Matthew was waiting for her, leaning up against the wall of her apartment building like he normally did. He grinned when his eyes fell onto her, and he pushed himself off of the wall to fall in step with her. "Hi, darling," he greeted her as they began walking.

"Hi, Matthew," she responded, trying to muster up a smile and make it seem like her mind wasn't running at a mile a minute. After a few silent moments of walking, she noticed something. "Why're we taking the long way today?" she questioned, just now realizing that they hadn't turned where they usually did, two streets back. She must've been too consumed with her thoughts to remember to make the turn.

"Because I can tell by how you greeted me, and by the fact that you missed the turn, that something's on your mind," he pointed out, "what is it?"

(Y/N) sighed. She'd been found out. "We haven't got long," she stated, trying to deflect his desire to know what was bothering her.

"We took the long way for a reason," he pointed out, and she mentally cursed the fact that what he said was true. "Did something happen, (Y/N)?" he asked her after a few silent seconds had passed, his brows furrowing together as he began to worry that something was wrong with her.

"No, nothing happened, it's..." she shook her head before trailing off with a sigh. She then looked at the ground as they continued to walk, wondering how she'd bring up what was on her mind to him. Should she bring up what was on her mind to him? "I got a letter back from my mum," she started off after deciding that it'd be better to get it off of her mind and chest.

"Yeah?" he prompted her to continue, his eyebrows now raised in intrigue, "that's good."

"She wants me to come back to Sheffield to visit with her this weekend," she got into what was causing her internal dilemma.

"Oh..." Matthew trailed off, some realization in his voice now. He looked at the road ahead of them as he tried to think of what to say next. "Wha...what do you think about it?" he decided to ask for her opinion on the matter before giving his own. He didn't want his own thoughts to sway her.

"I don't know what I think about it," (Y/N) responded, a sigh following her statement, "like half of me wants to go and see her, but the other half of me knows of the inherent risks that are accompanying it," she added, expressing some of the thoughts that were taking up her mind.

"You're worried about your brothers?" he brought up a big possibility, his eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at her again.

"Not so much, no," she shook her head.

"No?" he seemed shocked.

"My mum said in the letter that she'd get them to stop with their business dealings for the weekend if I were to come to Sheffield. She said that they agreed to it so that I'd feel safe in making the trip," she explained, detailing one of the pros of the situation. "And plus, I haven't seen her in months...I really miss her, Matthew. She's the one, and only, thing that made running away from that place tough."

Nothing was said as they continued to walk down the street. (Y/N)'s heart was beating fast out of the anticipation of what he might say. He seemed to be thinking over what she'd said, but she just couldn't bear to wait any longer.

"You don't think I should go," she spoke for him after it felt like the silence was starting to eat her alive.

"No," he immediately disagreed with what she said. "No, I didn't say that...I think that you should do what your heart's telling you to," he told her what he did think of the situation. (Y/N) sighed, obviously not wanting to hear the typical 'do what your heart's telling you’ response, and Matthew picked up on that. "You said you miss her, right?" he paused, watching her nod, "and that she was the only thing that made leaving tough..." with another pause came another nod, "your brothers also agreed to putting a hold on their business while you're there..." another nod came in his pause.

"Please just tell me what you think, Matthew," (Y/N) dramatically groaned, wanting him to just come out and say what his thoughts were instead of beating around the bush.

"I think you've answered your question for yourself," he pointed out, and (Y/N) shot him a dead-panned glare for giving her another roundabout answer. He only chuckled at her expression. "You've not presented any cons to me. The only bad thing I can think of is your brothers, and they've agreed not to bother you while you're there. If you're asking me what I think, I think you should do it," he finally gave her the answer she was looking for. "You said it yourself...you miss her. I think seeing her would be good for both your and her heart."

"That's the response I was looking for," she said with a smile as she hooked her arm around his bicep and then hugged it tightly, "thank you," she then said, her words making Matthew chuckle.

"You're welcome," he answered her, tipping his head to the side so that he could rest it against hers.

The two walked in silence for a little bit before (Y/N) thought of another thing to bring up to him. "She also said that I could bring you with me...she wants to meet you," she told him, looking over at him as she spoke.

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah," she affirmed with a slight nod, "would you like to come with me?" she then rephrased her statement into a question.

"I would love that, darling," he told her almost immediately, his smile widening.

"Really?"

"Yes. I'd love to meet your mother, (Y/N)," he assured her.

"Oh, that's great, Matthew," she beamed, leaning in to kiss his cheek, "having you with me is going to make me feel safe," she told him once she pulled away. The Garrison then came into view as she thought of one last thing to say, "I'll have to talk to Mr. Shelby today. Mum wants me to come on Saturday, so it’s best I give my request to have off to him early so that it isn't last minute."

"That's a good idea, love," Matthew nodded along with what she said.

They finally stopped walking and turned to face each other once they got to the doors of the tavern. "I'm excited for this weekend now. It means a lot that you want to join me," (Y/N) stated as she smiled at him.

"I'm excited as well. I can’t wait to meet your mother and hopefully gain her approval of me being with you," Matthew agreed with her, his smile matching hers. "Have a good day at work. I'll be out here when you finish," he told her then, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips. (Y/N) smiled at him again once they pulled away, and with one last kiss, she left his side to go into the Garrison and start her shift.

—

"Tommy?" she questioned as she knocked on the door to the back office several hours later. Her shift had finished for the day, so she figured it'd be a good time to ask her boss if she'd be able to take off on Saturday to go to Sheffield.

"(Y/N)?" he greeted her in a similar way as he looked up from the papers he was analyzing, "come in," he then beckoned her into the room, waving his hand at her. "Do you need something?" he asked her once she'd fully entered the room.

"Yes, I do," she nodded her head as she sat down on one of the chairs facing the desk, like he'd told her to.

"What is it?" he asked for her to continue.

She took a deep breath and clasped her hands together in her lap. She didn't know why she felt nervous to tell him this, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't steady her heart rate. "I, uh...I can't work Saturday," she told him once she'd found the words to say.

"Why not?" Tommy furrowed his eyebrows.

"My mum's asked me to come home to visit her. I'm going to be going to Sheffield," she told him, almost wanting to look away so that she didn't see his initial reaction to her words.

"(Y/N), don't you..."

"Before you say anything about the risks involved, I want you to know what I've already thought about them," she cut him off before he could voice his opinion, "she's asked my brothers to stop their business dealings for the weekend so that I will feel safe in going there to see her. Everything's been thought out in that regard." Tommy nodded along with what she was saying. She could tell that he was still a little hesitant to grant her this day off, and she knew that it was because he was concerned for her safety rather than he needed her to be at the bar. "Tommy, look..." she paused, taking a deep breath, "I really miss my mum. You're always saying how important family is, and how big of a deal it is to have your family by your side. My mother is the only family that I have anymore. She wants to see me, and I’ve been dying to see her..." she trailed off again as a pleading look formed on her face, "please, Tommy? I'll make up for it around here, I promise, I'll be good for it."

Tommy pursed his lips as he mulled over her attempt to persuade him. (Y/N) hated how long he was taking to share his thoughts, but she didn't want to say anything else for fear that it would skew what he was already thinking. After a few, agonizing, seconds, he spoke, "you'll have Mason with you, yeah?" he asked, not quite giving her a concrete answer just yet.

"Yes, he will be with me," she nodded her head, "but he'll be coming to meet my mother...as the man that I am interested in," she added, watching as Tommy's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh," was all he said, looking like he'd seen a ghost. She was confused as to why his initial reaction to her bringing Matthew was one of shock, but then she realized that it was probably because Matthew worked for him and that he'd gone ahead and pursued her personally. She was about to launch into a lengthy apology for this being the case, but his next statement cut her off. "In that case, I will have John and Arthur join you," he told her, his voice rather flat now compared to what it was before.

"That's not necessary," (Y/N) brushed his offer off, not seeing the need to have a literal entourage following her.

"It is," Tommy insisted, "you're going back into their territory by yourself, and even though they've said that they'll stop their dealings, your mother can't promise that their men won't..."

"I'll have Matthew with me," (Y/N) interjected, cutting him off from finishing his explanation.

"He's not enough," Tommy was firm in his stance, "you'll need them as well."

"Why do you care so much?" she asked him then, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. It wasn't making sense to her...he'd hired Matthew as her protection, and he'd be with her for this trip, so why were the extra men needed? And why did they have to be his brothers?

"From the moment you came to me, I told you that I'd make sure you're safe. This is me making sure that you're safe...I'd come myself, but I'm needed to deal with things here, so that's why I'm sending my brothers. I can trust them. I know that they'll keep you safe," he told her emphasizing the fact that he wanted to make sure she was protected every second that she was there.

(Y/N) took a minute to think over his statement, and she focused her eyes on the far wall instead of keeping them locked onto Tommy’s intense gaze. She felt as if she’d get sucked into his trance if she focused on him too long, and that wasn’t something she could do at the moment. After several moments of silence, she finally spoke again, “ok. John and Arthur can come with Matthew and I,” she agreed to what he was proposing, or more so insisting, as her eyes fell onto his again. She saw something in them that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, and it made her wonder what he truly was thinking at the moment.

“Good,” he said in a definitive tone. “You can have Saturday off…there’s no need to make the day up, you put enough time into this establishment,” he added, explicitly confirming to her that she’d be able to make the trip to Sheffield.

“Thank you, Tommy,” she smiled at him, feeling relieved, and elated, that the trip to see her mother was now coming to fruition.

“Don’t mention it,” he brushed her thanks off, “just make sure to share the exact time you’ll be leaving with Arthur before you’re finished here on Friday. He’ll relay it to John, and they’ll be around to pick you and Mason up on Saturday,” he then gave her some more details on the finer parts of the plans.

“Matthew has his own car. He’ll be driving us,” (Y/N) stated, immediately picturing her and Matthew sitting in the back seat with it looking like John and Arthur were their chauffeurs. “His vehicle doesn’t have enough room for four though.”

“They’ll follow you then,” Tommy adjusted the original plan. (Y/N) nodded after hearing his suggestion. “Is there anything else?” he asked her, feeling as though everything had been figured out for what would be happening on Saturday.

“Have you heard from Ada?” she asked him, wanting to know how her friend was doing since she hadn’t seen her in a little over a week.

“She’s fine. Polly’s been over to visit…she doesn’t like me comin’ ‘round,” he told her, making (Y/N) nod her head.

“She’ll come ‘round to you eventually, Tommy. You’ve let her husband stay here instead of ousting them when he didn’t listen to what you told him. That says a lot in the grand scheme of things,” she offered her thoughts on the tensions that were still present between him and his brother-in-law.

“Yeah…it’s not something I’ve time to worry about at this moment,” he dismissed the topic, “I’ve got bigger things going on.”

“I’m sure you do,” (Y/N) agreed with his statement, a slight smile on her face. “I’m going to go now,” she told him as she stood from the seat to move to the door of the office. “Goodnight, Tommy,” she bid him goodbye as she stopped at the door.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he repeated her farewell, watching as she then opened the door and exited the room.

(Y/N) took a deep breath as the door closed behind her. She had no clue why she’d gotten so worked up over that meeting. It was like she was afraid of the ramifications that could come from asking to go on this trip. And she also couldn’t shake the obvious change she’d noticed in Tommy after she mentioned her being interested in Matthew. There was no reason behind that…he had Grace, and should’ve been content with her. So why did it seem like he’d been told that his childhood pet had died?

As she exited the tavern through the main doors, she tried to get Tommy off of her mind and focus on what would be happening in just a few short days. She’d finally be seeing her mother again, and Matthew would be meeting her for the first time. Her heart would be full. She found Matthew waiting on the side of the building and approached him with a smile on her face. It became much easier to focus on what was going to happen on the coming Saturday rather than what had happened in the Garrison’s office when he reciprocated her excitement for getting the ok to go back to Sheffield.

This was going to be a good trip…she just knew it.

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chapter nineteen

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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tw for this chapter: body image, weight loss, eating disorders

august 25, 2018 los angeles, california orion

“Ready to go home?” Mama asks. She’s holding my bag of dirty pajamas and loungewear, the strap slung over her shoulder. She looks tired, but she’s still smiling.

“Please,” I say.

The past week stuck on the oncology ward has been brutal. It took five whole days for my fever to actually break, but my other symptoms didn’t go away until yesterday. Mama has been here since the first day, whereas Mom had to go back to work after the first couple here. I’ve been happy to have both of them here for whatever amount of time they have been able to be. 

Emelia has come by every day to check in, and Macy and her parents have been taking care of Duke for me. Ashton hasn’t spoken to me at all since our last conversation.

Calum remains as clueless as ever, just as I’d like.

Mama and I exit the sterile room I’ve called home for a week, nodding to the kind nurses that I’ve befriended. Calum would make fun of me, saying I can’t go into any room without making a friend, but I try not to think about how Cal would feel about all of this. 

We ride the elevator down to the ground floor and head out to the parking garage. It’s not really outside, since we’re surrounded by concrete and cars and absolutely no nature, but it’s nice to feel the sun and fresh air. 

After we clamber into her car, she offers to take us to Taco Bell, my favorite fast food, but I still don’t have an appetite, so I tell her to just take me home. When we get to the parking garage at my apartment, the sight of my shitty car, still in its parking space next to Cal’s, makes me smile for some reason. It’s nice to be home. 

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better!” Ron cheers as we enter the lobby. “I’ve missed seeing you.”

I smile at Ron, but he can’t see it since I’m still wearing a mask. I’ve been instructed to wear it whenever I leave my apartment for the rest of my chemo treatment. It’s a fair punishment if it keeps me from feeling as awful as I have for a week. “Hi Ron, I’ve missed you too.” 

“You have a delivery in your apartment, by the way,” Ron says. “I sent it up with Macy yesterday.”

“Thank you,” I tell him. Macy didn’t tell me about any delivery, but I’ll see what it is soon enough. 

Mama and I ride the elevator up to the fourth floor, stepping out and walking the handful of yards to the door. When I unlock it, Duke is waiting impatiently on the other side, wagging his tail at lightning speed when he sees us. I pick him up instantly, embracing the small ball of fluff in my arms and letting him nuzzle his face into my neck. 

“Hi buddy,” I coo, petting his head. “I missed you so much.”

As I set him back on the floor, I notice what the ‘delivery’ is that Ron mentioned. Sitting in a vase in the kitchen is the largest bouquet of chamomile I’ve ever seen, a light green envelope tucked in the middle of the flowers. I stride over to it, grabbing the card to open it, revealing the custom message inside. 

I know it’s not a special occasion. I just miss you and wanted to do something special. Don’t be mad. I love you. Xxx - Cal

I take several deep breaths, trying not to cry. I don’t cry, but I do get a little teary-eyed. Thankfully, Mama comes over and starts talking. A welcome distraction.

“Aw, from Cal?” She asks. “He’s so sweet. Okay, I’m going to take Duke out on a short walk for you. Mom and Eri are coming for dinner and should be here around when I get back.”

I want to object, say I can take Duke for a walk and she doesn’t need to do anything else for me, but I know I’m not supposed to spend much time outside and I should accept the help while I have it. “Thank you, I’m gonna take a shower.”

Mama gets Duke hooked up in his harness and disappears quickly, giving me some true alone time for the first time since last week. The apartment feels so quiet compared to the hospital, so I play some music on our Bluetooth speakers while I shower. 

When I get out of the shower and start to get dressed, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, naked. It’s so bad I can’t look away. My ribs are all visible and my hipbones stick out more than they should. My sternum is defined and my arms look like sticks. I then notice how hollowed out my face looks. I knew I was losing weight and getting smaller, but what I see in the mirror is far more concerning and jarring than what I expected. 

I wonder if any of my non-workout clothes will fit. I’m already the smallest size in jeans that I can find, so if they’re too big I’m simply out of luck in the pants department and will have to check the kids section to buy anything new. 

The changes in my body are noticeable, and I know Cal will have something to say about it when I see him.

I miss him. I miss him so much it hurts. I wish he was here with me. At the same time, I dread seeing him. I’m scared of telling him everything that’s going on and I know that he’s going to know something is up when he sees me. He’s going to ask about it. Everything is pointing me to telling Calum in San Diego and not in November, which wasn’t my plan, but now I don’t see how any other option is feasible. 

It takes a lot of self discipline to tear my eyes away from my reflection. I head into our closet to find clean clothes to put on, immediately going to Calum’s side for a sweatshirt before grabbing a pair of comfy shorts from my dresser. In baggy clothes, my sickly small frame isn’t as noticeable. 

By the time I’ve dried my hair and make myself a cup of tea, Mama is back with Duke, saying Mom and Eri will be here soon. I put the kettle back on so they can also have tea once everyone is here. 

I take a few minutes to try to tidy the kitchen and do the small amount of dishes I’d left behind before I had to get admitted. Duke follows me around the apartment the whole time, making me feel bad for leaving him here alone for a while. I fill up a Kong with peanut butter to keep him busy and as a treat, running it over to his bed to lay down with. 

As the kettle starts to whistle, a knock sounds on the door before it opens. My little brother Eri runs inside at full speed. 

Eri and I have a big age gap between us, but we’re pretty close considering we don’t live together and he’s 16 years younger than me. My moms fostered kids for my entire childhood, and Eri was placed into their care at a few days old. They ended up adopting him and named him after a constellation, just like me. Eridanus. 

“Orion!” Eri yells, his clumsy footsteps echoing around the place. He finds me quickly, pummelling into my hip with his tight hug. 

“Eri!” I cheer, bending over to pick him up. He’s not that heavy, but he feels heavier today, and it takes a lot more energy than I’d like it to for me to hold him. 

“Do you feel better?” He asks in his kiddish voice. His L sounds more like a W.

“Yes, much better,” I tell him. I push his dark brown hair out of his eyes so I can see them more clearly. I do feel better, but I definitely still don’t feel that great.

“Where’s Calum?” He asks. His dark brown eyes panoramically scan my apartment, searching for his favorite person on the planet.

“Eri, we told you, Calum is working. Remember?” Mom turns the corner from the foyer into the kitchen, giving me a knowing smile. 

“Oh yeah!” Eri says. He then starts to pout. “I miss him.”

I laugh, leaning forward to kiss his soft cheek. “Me too, buddy.”

“Here, wanna go look at his toys?” I ask him, setting his feet back onto the tiled floor in the kitchen. 

Eri lights up and nods, and I grab his hand to lead him over to Cal’s small collection of Legos. 

While Eri and I mess around — gently — with Calum’s Legos, my moms are in the kitchen. They clean up, much to my dismay, and they order our dinner without asking us what we want. I’m updated with this news when Mama leaves to go meet the Doordash driver and Mom tells me they’d ordered Thai food. 

I appreciate the free dinner, I just wish they had given me the opportunity to pay for my own food. 

Everyone digs into their food. My moms share a mix of drunken noodles, pad thai, and pad see ew, all with tofu, while Eri eats chicken gyoza and edamame. I pick gently at the drunken noodles, which were ordered for me, but they know I won’t eat much, which is why they’re also eating from my styrofoam container. 

As we’re eating, I get a Facetime call from Calum. Thankfully, I’m in a setting where I can answer and not have to conjure up some scenario for being where I am. I’m just home, with my family, which doesn’t require some kind of explanation. 

I accept the call quickly. 

“Hi!” I say, smiling brightly when I see his sweet face on my screen.

Calum grins instantly, his eyes lighting up and his whole face turning into a smile. “Hello!”

I pan the camera over to my family, just letting him know they can hear everything he says. They all wave, and Eri runs back over to my side so he can squish his small head into the frame next to mine. 

“CAL!” Eri yells, his face showing far more excitement than mine. 

“Eri! Hi, bud, it’s so good to see you!”

“We got here and you aren’t here!”

Cal frowns. “I know, bud, we’re in Australia right now, but we’ll be in San Diego in a little over a month! Did your sister tell you you can come to our show?”

Eri gasps. “No! Sissy, why didn’t you tell me?!”

I fight the urge to wince and plaster on a fake smile. “Sorry, buddy, I wanted it to be a surprise.” 

I hadn’t wanted to ask my family about that day until we were closer, until I knew how I was feeling and how Cal and I were doing. But, Calum just brought it up to my very naive brother who absolutely adores him, so that thought is long gone. Now they have to come. Eri won’t forget. He’ll ask me about it all the time. 

“I can’t WAIT!” Eri yells. His smile is so wide I would feel like the biggest asshole ever to tell him he can’t come. He has to come. 

“Me neither, buddy,” Cal says. “Is it OK if I talk to your sister alone for just a sec?”

Eri frowns, his pout making me feel bad, but I understand completely. I want to talk to Cal alone, too.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, bud, does that sound okay?” Cal asks, trying to alleviate the drama that Eri is on the verge of bringing. 

Eri lights up at the suggestion. “Yeah! Call Mama tomorrow!”

Calum nods. “Sounds like a plan, big guy. I’ll call as soon as we land in Canada.”

“Okay! Bye, Cal! I love you!”

“Love you too, Eri. Be nice to your sister!”

Eri rolls his eyes and says a faint ‘yeah, yeah’ and then he runs over to Duke, tackling him in a hug. 

I turn back to my phone. “Hi,” I tell Calum, whose friendly grin turns into one of pure love. God, I love him.

“Hi, my love,” he says.

“Are you at the airport?” I ask.

Calum nods. “Yeah, we’re at the airport to fly to Toronto. Just wanted to say hi before we’re in the air for 14 hours.”

“Hi,” I tell him. Looking at his face on my phone screen, I can’t help but smile. His face is my favorite. 

Calum sighs and it sounds sad. Why is he sighing?

“What’s wrong?”

His facial expression falls even more than it already had. He pouts. “Nothing, sorry. Just can’t believe we still have so long before we’re back in California.”

“Not that long!” I try to reassure him. I feel the same way, but I’m trying to be positive. I went a whole 19 years without him. I can live another month and week or so without him. Besides, it’s not really a life without him. He’s still here, just a little far away. “It’ll be here before you know it.”

Calum nods. “I know. Just hate being away from you,”

As the Facetime call with Calum ends, a mix of emotions lingers in the air. Home feels comforting with Mama, Eri, and Duke around. The chamomile bouquet from Calum adds a sweet touch, making me smile despite the challenging week in the hospital.

Back in the apartment I share with Cal, surrounded by Thai food and family, the sense of normalcy is a welcome relief. My cup of tea is warm, keeping the light in my heart burning as I wait for Calum to come back to this side of the world so I can deliver the devastating news I’ve been holding as cards against my chest. Some day soon, he’ll see the hand I’ve been dealt.

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[r4in-nsfw]

All the power

C!Dream x Fem Reader

Warnings: Knife play, Fear play, Mentions of minor cc, Degrading, dubcon (if you squint), unprotected sex, size kink, power play, choking.

This is indeed my first smut so please don't bully me for it. i worked really hard too. its a shorter smut, but give me your feedback :)

You sat at home, waiting for Dream so you could confront him. but you couldn't sit still, the anger you felt towards Dream and the sympathy you felt for Tommy all added up against your lover Dream. you looked out the glass pane, seeing snow fall and cover the ground with a thin sheet of white. you knew Dream was power hungry, but to continue torturing Tommy even after he got what he wanted, Tommy's discs, was a dick move. 'Hon? i'm home!' Dream yelled from the front door, you walked into the kitchen, grabbing a plate and putting the chicken from the furnace onto it. 'oh hey Y/N, how was your day?' Dream said, discarding of his netherite armor. You stayed silent, keeping your eyes down. 'Take your food, i'm leaving' you said coldly, grabbing your sword from your chest 'huh? wait why?' dream questioned, panic rising in him. 'why didn't you tell me you were torturing Tommy?' you snarled, walking back over to him an d pointing your finger at his chest. 'why the fuck does it matter?' he replied, looking down at you, he was truly a tall guy, towering above you. 'You think you'r better than everyone don't you Dream? you think you'r a god, everyone should be at your mercy just because you'r the server owner huh?' You spat, anger visible in just how you stood. 'oh cmon darling, don't do this' Dream coed, fake sweetness dripping from his voice as he grabbed your hips. 'I've already talked to Sap. I'm staying with him, i'm done being a part of your little mind game, no more power over me' you turned away, heading for the door before you were pushed against the wall facing Dream. You'r heart stopped, You're breathing became quicker, Dream, your lover, was threatening you with a pocket knife at your throat.

'Oh baby' he smirked, loving how quickly he could make you obey him. 'try to run from me, I dare you' he growled 'i have all the power darling, over Tommy, Everyone on this server, and you, ESPECIALLY you' you wanted to fight back, but fear stopped you, so you just stared at him, terrified. 'Your constantly at my mercy y/n, i could kill you anytime I want to, but whats the fun in that. i'm a god here y/n, without me, you'd never be happy' he dug the blade into your skin, not enough to break skin, but enough to make you fear for your life. he pulled the blade away, picking you up and setting you on the crafting table, smirking at you, he grabbed your throat, squeezing tightly, making your mind fuzzy. 'Oh and y/n, its so easy to make you mine, make you obey me what with how small you are. you know i have all the power, over you and your mind, you body is at my disposal whenever i please, you know it' he growled, squeezing tighter. 'l-let me go' you croaked, voice hoarse as his hand was still wrapped tightly around your throat. 'so wet for me, you love being man handled by me, don't you, slut' Dream chuckled, his fingers feeling you through your pants, your trembled in his grasp. 'you think you have freedom don't you darling, you'r so dependent on me and my cock, i'll make you feel so good you'll never want to leave' he pulled down your pants and underwear. his fingers rubbing harshly at your sensitive bud. you gasped when you felt his callused fingers. you wished you had the strength to stop this, you wished he didn't make you feel so good, but really, you knew everything he said was true. slowly, he slid two fingers into you, making your eyes roll back. the pain of his dry fingers was quickly overpowered by a tingly sensation as his fingers grazed against you'r g-spot. a low moan tore from your mouth, tears threatened to spill. 'you gonna cry just from my fingers? go on y/n, cry like the dumb little whore you are' he growled, pulling down his pants and boxers, his cock slapped against his stomach, his tip was an angry red color, his veins were prominent. because of his height, he was leveled exactly with your heat, making it easy to slide into you.

He started slow, watching drool pool at the corners of your mouth before speeding up. he smirked 'So much prettier when u keep ur fucking mouth shut, what's my name y/n' he hissed 'g-god, you'r m-my god' you cried weakly. he slapped you harshly, making you moan loudly, louder than before. 'such a disgusting pain slut, MY disgusting pain slut, try to fucking deny me again' he watched as tears finally began to fall. 'i-i'm sorry, m'yours! all yours! I'll never t-try to deny you again' you sobbed. your moans were pornographic, his cock drilled deeper into your core, making you see stars. 'what happens between me and Tommy is none of your business, know your place, slut' he said through gritted teeth. 'D-dream! m'gonna-!' before you could finish you were cumming around his cock, sending him over the edge too. he gave a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out, watching his cum drip out of him. he grabbed a wet washcloth, wiping you up, and laying you down on the your bed. 'did so well for me love, my pretty girl' he coed, playing with your hair, you gave him a dopey smile, forgetting all about Tommy and leaving Dream. sometimes you hated him, but god your manipulative boyfriend was so god damn perfect.

[prettierthanurbf]

Drunk Steve Harrington

you’re at a party in Robin’s house

you and Steve are together

as the night goes on he’ll forget what you said and just talk, but randomly remember

also, this is a little graduation party for him that you and Robin threw as a surprise

y/n = your name

You walk into Robin’s kitchen to find Steve sitting by the fridge with a bottle of vodka in his hand and a big grin on his face. “Y/n!” He said happily, throwing his hands in the air.

You obviously can’t help but smile because he’s so fucking cute when he’s drunk, but you also can’t help rolling your eyes at how dumb he is when he drinks. You help him stand up.

“Come on, King Steve, it’s time to go home.” You sigh, throwing his arm over your shoulder before sliding your hand around his waist, holding him tightly.

“No home.” He said in a whiny toddler tantrum kind of way but also in a very cute, hot kind of way.

You hold him even tighter as you start walking out. “Fine. We’ll go to my house.”

He chuckled, taking a swig of the vodka before wiping his face. “I don’t think so, lady. I have a girlfriend.”

“Yeah. I know.” You huff, taking the vodka from his hand and placing it on the table by the door. “Bye, Robbie.”

“See ya, Y/n.” Robin says from the couch before kissing the girl she took a little break from to say bye.

You practically dragged Steve to your car and shoved him in the passengers seat. He rested his elbows on the console and placed his chin on the palm of his hands, looking at you all bright eyed. “You’re my girlfriend?”

“Yes, Steve.” You said, glancing at him as you started the car.

He smiled widely. “Boy, am I the luckiest guy in the world! How’d I get someone as gorgeous as you to like me?”

“Love you, Steven. I love you.” You corrected with a smile.

He chuckled. “See, now, that’s just unbelievable.”

“It’s true, though.” You responded, driving down the street.

“Am I dreaming?” He asked, looking around the car and gasping. “Hey! That’s my uniform.”

You glanced back at what he was pointing at to see his basketball uniform he stole from the school when he graduated. “Yeah, Steve. You left it in my car when we had sex that one time.”

“Woah! We had sex?!” He asked gleefully.

“Yes, Steve.” You said, thinking back on the memory of you both sweating and panting in the backseat of your car, rain pouring on the car and around it but your body heat keeping you both warm.

He grinned. “How was I?”

“You’re not gonna remember any of this, Steve.” You sighed, glancing at his pretty face.

He shook his head slightly, his grin remaining on his face. “Nope.”

“Mhm.” You hummed.

“So, what kind of music do you like?” He asked interestedly.

“I really, really like The Beetles. I don’t think I can live without that one song… the, uh, oh! Something. It’s just so good.” You said, just rambling, Steve’s staring making you nervous.

He chuckled. “Uh huh. And because we’re ‘together’, what’s my favorite song?”

“You love listening to Cyndi Lauper.” You said teasingly, glancing at him.

His eyes widened and he gasped. “We should listen to one of her songs!”

“Absolutely not.” You laughed. “We can listen to literally anything else.”

“You don’t like Cyndi Lauper?” He asked, giving his puppy dog eyes to you.

You glanced over at him again before smiling widely. “I love her. Put her on, Stevie.”

He looked around. “What?”

“Just press play on the radio. The things already in.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah. You put it in when I picked you up for the party.” You sighed.

He frowned. “Why aren’t we taking my car?”

“Because we both knew you’d get drunk.” You said, stopping at the stop sign and watching him press play.

“Ooooh!” He said excitedly, bouncing in his seat. “Sing with me, stranger!”

“You’re such a freak, Harrington.” You laughed.

He wasn’t listening much, though. He was way too busy singing along to Good Love.

“This is my shit!” He yelled excitedly.

He sang along to the songs on his tape the rest of the way home, while you laughed and teased him. You couldn’t wait to make fun of him tomorrow when he was sober and could be embarrassed.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Matt Casey x Severide’s sister

Based on 5x08

Casey is together with Kelly’s sister, like they have been for three years but they did break up one time around those three years.

Y/n and Casey are taking care about Louie, and they are thinking about adopting him. And Casey wants to marry Y/n and want to be involved with Louie.

A moment with both Y/n, Severide and Louie.

A moment with Casey and Louie

A moment with Y/n, Severide, Benny and Louie.

I leave the rest for you.

Maybe 1 or 2 parts of this!

Happily Ever After? - Matt Casey x Severide!Sister

Warnings: Language, mentions of past abuse, drunk Benny Severide

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As little girls, we all dream of our happily ever after. Corporations like Disney drive those thoughts and feelings home with their stories of princesses that find their true love. We dream of big weddings, our prince coming to our rescue at our lowest times. When we are young, the possibilities and dreams seem endless. Now, as an adult, I see the world from a much different perspective. Maybe I always have, given that Benny Severide is my father, so happily ever afters always seem to be a pipe dream, but maybe there is some truth to it after-all.

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I walk up to Kelly’s door and give a quick knock, attempting to keep Louie on my hip and juggle the food with the other. Kelly insisted on having dinner, claiming he had something he wanted to talk to me about. Even though I insisted that this wasn’t a good time given that I have Louie while Matt is busy with an alderman event, Kelly had also insisted that this was important and couldn’t wait.

When Kelly opened the door and saw my struggles, he immediately took Louie from my arms. “Hey little man! Are you being good for Y/n?” Kelly asks Louie, stepping aside and turning him upside down while tickling his tummy.

Louis laughed loudly, bringing a smile to both Severide sibling’s faces. “Yes!” He squeals, wiggling around in Kelly’s grip.

You smile, leaning against the door frame and letting the two bond for a moment. “Alright. Alright. Put him down. He needs to breathe.” You chuckle, smiling fondly at the pair as you walk past, making a beeline for the kitchen. “Foods gonna get cold. Go wash up!” You call, not bothering to turn back and honestly praying Kelly listened to you.

You hear the door shut and Kelly mutter “Yes mom.” To you before both boys chuckle and Kelly proposes a race to the bathroom. You shake your head fondly and wash your own hands in the kitchen sink before grabbing some plates and silverware to set out on the table.

By the time you have everything situated, Kelly and Louie walk back into the room, Louie bumping into Kelly and giggling loudly as Kelly fake stumbles. Once they finally make it back to the table, you prepare Louie’s plate and hand it to him before preparing your own.

“So, is this a dinner table conversation or an after dinner conversation?” You ask as you finish plating your food and watch as Kelly plates his.

Kelly shrugs, but doesn’t look up as he speaks. “Well, I have news.” Kelly says. He hears how you shift and put your fork down, so he’s quick to reassure you. “It’s not bad. Calm down sis.” Kelly placates, placing a hand over one of yours briefly. “I’m gonna be donating my bone marrow to someone who needs it.” Kelly says, continuing to make his plate.

You sit in stunned silence. You weren’t expecting that, but you did realize it could be worse. “Okay.” You draw out, sitting back in your chair. “That’s awesome and all, but how did this even come up? When is this happening? I have so many questions.” You say, shaking your head and chuckling at the amusement on Kelly’s face.

“Well, Clarke said someone needed help and I’m a match. I think it’s time I did something useful with my life.” Kelly says, shrugging and taking a bite of his dinner.

You shake your head, disbelief on your face. “Kelly. You fight fires for a living. You run in and save people when they are at their lowest. When others would run away, you run toward. You’re already doing something useful.”

“But I’ve done a lot of really crappy things in my life.” Kelly says, placing his fork down and turning to look at you. “I don’t want to be like dad.”

You shake your head and reach for Kelly’s hand. “You will never, and I mean NEVER be like dad. You are so much better.” You say, tears welling in your eyes. “You helped raise me and now look. I’m a paramedic and I have the most amazing boy and most amazing Fiancé. You-.”

Kelly quickly interrupted you. “Hold up. He finally asked?” Kelly says, grinning at you like the Cheshire Cat.

You pause, quickly realizing your slip up. “Yeah. He did. Uh, we are considering getting married and adopting Louie.” You say, smiling at the small boy who is blissfully oblivious to the conversation happening in front of him as he eats his dinner and watches a show on your phone.

“Finally!” Kelly laughs, standing to pull you into a hug. “It took him long enough!”

The rest of the evening turns from Kelly’s announcement to yours. All talk of Benny Severide pushed to the side as you and your brother talk about the future.

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Once you get home, you hurry to get out of the car and meet Matt next to Louie’s door, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Matt smiles as you pull away. “Well, hello beautiful.” Matt whispers, pecking your forehead.

“Hey there handsome.” You reply, grinning at the man in front of you. This is what dreams were made of. Kissing your fiancé as the snow drifted down softly and your child sleeping in the back seat.

“I’ll carry him up. Get inside before you freeze.” Matt says, kissing you once more and smacking your butt as you turn to do as he says.

You stop just inside the doorway and watch Matt. He carefully unbuckles Louie and lifts him into his arms. The child stirs, but Matt is quick to shush him and bounce him, placing a soft kiss to Louie’s forehead. You marvel at the exchange, knowing Matt was terrified of the thought of being a parent for Louie at first, but now they have such a strong bond.

You smile as Matt carefully walks up the steps and through the door. You help him take off Louie’s coat and jacket, leaving the items by the door with your own. You then follow Matt further into the apartment and watch as he lays Louie down in his bed, tucking the boy under his blanket and laying his favorite stuffy in his arms before Matt steps out, making sure to leave a night light on.

“You are such a great dad.” You muse, wrapping your arms around Matt again, pulling him down onto the couch. “I can’t wait to marry you and adopt Louie.”

Matt smiles and shifts so that you are on his lap. “I can’t wait either. To spend forever with you and him. Our little family.”

You kiss him once more before laying your head on his chest. You listen as he talks about the aldermen event, enjoying the way his chest vibrates. He knows your falling asleep, but he keeps talking until you go limp in his arms, and then Matt carries you to bed.

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The next day, you are on shift with Matt and Kelly. Normally Cindy Hermann watched Louie for you, but most of the household has come down with the flu, so you have no choice but to bring Louie with you. Louie loves the attention he’s getting. His aunts and uncles at the firehouse spoil him rotten. The chief has noise cancelling headphones for when Louie goes to sleep and already has a plan for calls.

During the evening, the whole house is eating dinner, besides Truck since they are out on a call. Gallo has made Louie’s favorite, so the room is pretty low energy as the child quietly eats his dinner. That is until Benny Severide walks into the room.

Kelly is the first to spot your father and he stands, immediately coming to stand between you, Louie, and your father. “What the hell are you doing here?” Kelly asks, causing you to turn around and look to see who he could possibly be speaking to.

“Dad?” You ask, standing next to Kelly and also blocking Louie. You hear Slyvie talking to Louie, trying to get him to leave the room, but they hate pretty far from any exit as Louie was sitting in the middle of the table.

“Is that the boy your fostering?” Benny asks, trying to get a look at Louie, but having a hard time as you and Kelly block his line of sight and Sylvie has him tucked into her side.

“What do you want dad?” Kelly asks, stepping closer to your father and putting an arm out to shield you. Benny doesn’t look to be in his right mind.

“I heard that my daughter is getting married and adopting a kid. I think I have every right to hear it from her.” Benny says, practically yelling as he stumbles forward toward you and Kelly.

“I think it’s time for you to go.” Boden says from behind you, coming around you and Kelly and putting a hand on Benny’s shoulder.

“Get your hands off me Wallace!” Benny yells, pushing at Boden, causing the chief to stumble back slightly, but Kelly rights him.

Now, you are furious. “Sylvie. Get Louie out of here.” You mutter, turning and looking at your partner who nods and does as she’s asked. Stella following close behind. Once Louie is out of the room, you turn on your father. “You deserve nothing! You may be my biological father, but you will never be my dad. You lost that privilege a long time ago. Kelly may still try with you, but I’m done. I’m happy and you can’t either accept it or not, but that’s your problem, not mine.” You say, shaking as Kelly puts an arm around your shoulders. You have angry tears streaming down your face. “Now leave and never come back! I don’t want you here and I don’t want you around Louie!” You say, shaking your head and marching toward him, shoving him toward the door.

“You can’t talk to your father like that!” Benny roars, raring back to smack you, but Boden catches his hand first.

“Leave my firehouse. You are disturbing my medics and my firefighters and I won’t tolerate it. Don’t make me call PD and have them throw you in the drunk tank.” Boden says, turning Benny’s arm around his back as he pushes him toward the door.

You shake, nearly collapsing onto the floor in a panic at the events that just occurred. Benny never laid a hand on you or Kelly, but an ex of your had physically abused you and you just shut down. Kelly caught you as you went down, picking you up and bringing you into his quarters.

“Hey hey hey. Shhh. Look at me. Open your eyes.” Kelly whispered, clutching your upper arms lightly in his hands. “Your safe. I have you. Nobody is going to hurt you or Louie, I promise.” Kelly soothed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You nodded, showing your understanding, and tried to take some calming breaths. “I-I need M-Matt.” You whispered, rocking slightly back and forth. “Can you pplease check on Louie. He’s safe, r-right?” You asked, looking your brother in the eyes and practically pleading with him.

Kelly nodded. “Yeah, Stella and Sylvie have him. He’s right outside in the bunk room. You wanna see him?” Kelly offers, smiling slightly as you start to wind down.

You nod and stand, looking through the blinds. Your met with Stella and Sylvie playing with Louie on one of the bunks. His trucks and cars are scattered all over the bed, the two women racing their cars along the bed and around Louie, making the young boy giggle.

“See. He’s safe. You are safe. Matt should be on his way back. Everything is okay.” Kelly says, hugging you from behind when you lean into his chest.

You nod, watching your future son with his aunts. “Thanks Kel.” You whisper, turning and burying your face into Kelly’s chest.

Kelly kisses the top of your head and hugs you back tightly. “Anytime Y/n. You know I’m always here for you.”

[delphi-dreamin]

I Just Wanna Be (The Girl You Like)

[Stream 7]

Delphi can't sleep...

Characters: Delphi, Asmodeus

Relationships: Delphi x Asmo, Delphi x Lucifer (mutual pining)

Word Count: 945

Warnings: cavity-inducing sweetness

Notes: Bit of a short one this time, but it was always gonna be that way.

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Friday – Night

Delphi tosses and turns, but the peaceful reprieve of sleep evades her. Her mind is full of doubts, swirling around like a storm about to break loose and destroy her. She feels like a cow flying by the camera in those old disaster movies she loves, caught up in the high winds, no way to escape, sure to die upon impact with the earth.

Her D.D.D. lights up beside her and she looks over to see a message from Asmo.

Boo 💋:  I can hear your nerves from here. Come to my room?

She smiles to herself. Of course he’d know how nervous she is. He’s her best friend in all three realms, her rock. Sometimes she thinks he knows her better than she knows herself.

She gets up, shrugging on her sleep shorts and tank top, then heads upstairs.

He’s waiting for her at the door when she arrives, a pink satin robe tied loosely at his waist. He holds out his arms and she falls into his embrace, breathing in his warm, comforting scent.

“Come inside, hon,” he whispers into her hair, not wanting his voice to carry across the hall to Lucifer’s room. “I’ve got a bath ready.”

“You’re the best,” Delphi sighs, following him into the room. Lavender and rose fill her nostrils as she steps past the threshold, the warmth from the steam enveloping her like a hug.

Asmo tugs her into the bathroom, gently undressing her and leading her to the side of the tub. He watches her with a soft smile as she carefully steps into the water, steadying her with a hand on her lower back. He doesn’t mind brushing his brother’s mark there, Belphie will get over it if it means she doesn’t fall. He drops his robe on the tile and follows her in, chuckling lightly when she pushes him down to sitting and nestles herself in his lap.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, dropping a soft kiss on her shoulder.

Delphi sighs, hesitating. It doesn’t do her any good to dwell on her anxieties. It only makes them stronger. But maybe talking things out with Asmo will help.

“I’m just scared, I think,” she begins, drawing her knees up to her chest and hugging them. “We both know how your fans are. Mine are a bit better, but…I can’t help but think that this might be a bad idea.”

“Tell me, darling,” Asmo croons, tucking her hair behind her ear and running a thumb over her cheek.

“I just keep wondering, what if this all backfires?” Delphi admits, dipping her chin to rest on her knees. “What if Wolf watches and it drives him away for good? Or what if he doesn’t watch at all? Or what if Wolf really is Lucifer and he decides that I'm not worth the trouble or what he really wants?”

“Then you still have me,” Asmo responds, wrapping his arms around her. “You have me, and Beel, and Mammon, and Belphie. We all love you. Because loving you isn’t trouble. And even if it was, you’re more than worth it.”

He carefully turns her to face him, taking her hands in his and smiling at her. He runs his thumbs over her knuckles as he continues, “We fought in a war, got kicked out of our home, and traded in our white wings for black ones when we lost. And if you ask any of my brothers, I know they’d all say the same thing: We’d do it all again if it meant getting to meet you at the end of it all.”

“I’m hardly worth the Celestial War,” Delphi scoffs, closing in on herself again.

“Darling, you’re worth the Celestial War and more,” Asmo insists, pulling her hands up to places kisses on her knuckles. “It’s because of the Celestial War that we have you at all. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Delphi confesses, laughing just a bit in disbelief.

Asmo smiles, cupping her face in his hands. “That’s because it’s true.” He kisses the tip of her nose. “I love you, darling. Sometimes even more than I love myself. I love you so much it hurts.”

He punctuates every statement with another kiss, her eyelids, her cheek, and finally her lips. She can taste the sugar scrub he uses as he slides his tongue over the seam of her lips and she smiles. Her heart swells as he ventures inside, gently stroking her piercings. She moans into the kiss, melting against him until there’s no space left between them.

“The stream is going to go perfectly,” Asmo assures her, whispering against her lips as he holds her against him. “And if things don’t work out with Wolf, then screw him. He doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

Delphi giggles, resting her forehead against his. The anxiety isn’t completely gone, but her racing thoughts have quieted some. She finds herself yawning before she can stop, and Asmo chuckles.

“I think someone needs her beauty rest,” he teases, gently tickling her side. He lifts her easily into his arms, whispering an incantation as he steps out of the tub. The water evaporates from them both, and Delphi shivers slightly at the warm air on her skin.

Asmo carries her into his bedroom and lays her gently on the sheets. She hums happily when he crawls in beside her, covering them both and pulling her into his side. She feels her eyelids growing heavy, his grasp comforting and firm. It calms the storm in her mind and she drifts off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

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[lloydfrontera]

What are your favourite arcs/chapters in TGED?

!! good question please sit down we're gonna be here for a while! i'll try to place them in descending order but be aware this order can and will change depending on what part is making me more emotional at the moment!

spoilers warning!

the incident with the mastodons. great character moment for lloyd and important relationship development even for him and javier! it's one of the first times we get to see javier genuinely concerned for lloyd more than usual for a knight with his master and it is amazing. lloyd makes him blush all the way to the tip of his ears and javier sulkily holds lloyd's sleeve until they're back on solid ground. the banner for my blog is actually from this arc ajskda

namaran's wall and battle with the knight of hell. again. great character moments for everyone, we get to know my girl silurian, lady ella my beloved and there's some delightful angst as javier looks everywhere for lloyd and can't find him.

winter's heart explosion (283-284) extremely important moment for javier, when he gets to hear some of lloyd's unfiltered thoughts and this solidifies his resolve to stay at his side and protect him to the point of lying to the royal family despite the fact he knows he's a fake. also we get the absolute insane moment when javier makes his and lloyd's hearts into one. no further comments.

308-310 these are just cute chapters where we get a lot of arcos&marbella&lloyd content and i just adore it so very much. lloyd finally acknowledges how much he loves and cares for his parents and resolved to protect them no matter what so he can spend the rest of his life and their side.

father's waiting(181-183). arcos waiting for lloyd to get back home after namaran, ready to scold him for putting himself in danger only to immediately forget about it the moment he sees him <3 and then there's the talk that comes before lloyd has to leave for the sultan's kingdom which is!! so cute!! and sweet and sad and just!! very good, will never forgive the webcomic for skipping it.

383-384 this is not a proper arc more like a set of scenes but. lloyd having a nightmare and finally breaking down because of how terrified he is about the restoration of fate,,, and then javier hearing him through the door and being,,, so upset that lloyd won't trust him. that he won't tell him what's worrying him. because javier wants to take on his burden so badly, he wants to protect him so much, he wants to keep lloyd safe from all that would harm him and he wishes lloyd would trust him to do that. i had a breakdown about it lol

the battle with raphael (317-320) so much happening in this arc but!! main things!! javier realizing just how much he really, really cares about lloyd. outright calling him his true master. finally putting all his doubts to rest and completely trusting lloyd even knowing he's not the real lloyd frontera. lloyd getting to see first hand how much the people in the estate care for him. standing between an angel and the jewel of truth because he won't allow raphael to destroy the thing that will let him protect his family. truly what an arc.

the final battle in hell. the only reason this arc isn't first is because we still haven't gotten the translation and i'm waiting until we do to fully enjoy the emotional devastation this arc brings me. but. javier and lloyd sacrificing their live so the other will live,,, their thoughts as always in sync and yet diametrically opposed,, the devastation they feel when they think the other died for them,,, i won't spoil too much because 1) i think everyone should get to experience that arc the way it's meant to and 2) i can't talk about it for too long or i start crying lmaooo

bone dragon battle (215-225)! god this arc. this arc destroys me in the best way possible. like we start with some good banter between javier and lloyd which is already a plus but then the attack begins and it's *chef kiss* amazing. the action is great, and it's still like,,, the least interesting thing going on. this is one of the most important moments for the relationship between lloyd and javier, it's the moment where they both realize that 'hey, i care a lot about this bastard actually, fuck i'm gonna die for him aren't i' which is,,, so good. there's this really great moment when javier gets almost killed by the bone dragon and lloyd is trying so desperately to get to him and when he comes face to face with the dragon he doesn't give a crap, he's outright like 'get the fuck out of my way so i can get to my friend'. and later we cut to javier who is drowning, about to die, and his last thought is about sorry he is he couldn't protect lloyd. how he wanted to remain at his side as they grew old. it's also in this very arc where my favorite quote of the entire novel comes from. "We'll be together forever, just like we've always been. Casually. As natural as breathing". like. c'mon.

this is like. the most basic explanation for why i love these arcs, i promise you i have talked extensively about them in the past i never shut up lol and also these are just the main ones! i have plenty more moments, scenes and entire arcs that i love a lot but not as much as i do with these!

as you can probably see. i like tged a normal amount.

but yeah!