#the first was when i swear to god above i felt something tug on my foot one night

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poisoned mercury | check yes, juliet

a/n: poisoned mercury is officially over halfway finished! i'll be posting poisoned mercury playlists soon! pls continue to send me songs that remind you of this series. i'm running out of songs to use as titles. thank u for all the love on this fic <3

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vi. check yes, juliet by we the kings

“where are we going?” 

“are you going to ask that every two seconds?” 

“you kidnapped me, castellan.” 

luke stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at you. you were about a quarter mile away from camp now, and it seemed like every ten steps, you asked him the same question. if he didn’t find you so cute, he would turn around and walk straight back to camp. 

“i will throw you over my shoulder and carry you the rest of the way there, five star,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes teasingly. he wasn’t opposed to the idea, but by the look on your face, you certainly were. “don’t test me.” 

“and i will scream bloody murder if you do,” you narrowed your eyes at him in a challenging manner. 

“here i am, trying to do something nice for you and you accuse me of kidnapping you,” luke continued his steps, slowing down to let you catch up to him. he didn’t realize how much shorter you were than him. the top of your head just went past his shoulders, but your personality made up for the difference. “we’re almost there, keep up.” 

“not everyone has long legs, castellan,” you huffed, increasing your pace. “slow down.” 

“do you want to get there or not?” he asked, throwing you a teasing smile over his shoulder. you guys really needed to get there soon. the sun was beginning to set and he didn’t want you to have to walk in the dark, even if he was with you. your safety came first, above everything, and he wasn’t gonna put you in a potentially dangerous situation. 

you whined, tugging on the side of his t-shirt, “how much longer?” 

“that’s it,” luke declared, squatting down to throw you over his shoulder. you squealed, hitting his back with your balled up fists. he knew you didn’t do it to hurt him. he can feel you pulling your punches. 

you felt the vibrations from his laughter on his back. luke was enjoying this too much. he carried you over his shoulder like it was nothing. perhaps all those morning workouts were paying off. you twisted your neck to scold him, thankful that he couldn’t see the smile on your lips, “put me down, i swear to god.” 

“nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p.’ he tapped your calf with his fingers, “it’s just around the corner.” 

luke put you down in front of a building. there were five store fronts, three of which had faulty neon lights. you could barely make out the store names. the other two stores had signs up declaring vacancy. it was a little sketchy, but luke seemed to love it. he had his hands on his hips, staring up at the sign that seemed to say “achilles arcade.” 

“what is this place?” luke held the door open for you as you wandered inside the store. the place was dimly lit with old-school arcade games lining the walls. an old man was sitting on a stool behind the counter, reading the morning paper. 

“just wait,” luke grinned, pulling on your hand to lead you to get some tokens, “chiron! my man.” 

the man placed the newspaper on the surface, eyes lighting up at the sound of luke’s voice. he beamed, “luke castellan! i was afraid you weren’t gonna come back.” 

“you know i keep my promises,” luke let go of your hand, introducing you to chiron, “chiron, this is yn. she goes to camp with me.” 

“pleasure to meet you,” he tipped his head, reaching under the counter to dig out a bucket full of golden tokens. 

you took out your wallet, “how much do we owe you?” 

“on the house,” he waved off, “he donated a ridiculous sum of money to keep this place up and running. too generous, this one, so it wouldn’t be right for me to charge you when he’s keeping me in business.” 

luke shook his head, sliding a hundred across the counter anyway. he took your wallet and stuffed it in his back pocket, knowing that you’ll probably try to slip him some cash if he didn’t. you grumbled, but decided not to pick a fight. it didn’t seem like one you’d win. 

luke grabbed the bucket by the handle and turned to you, “where do you want to start, five star?” 

“you took me to an arcade?” 

“yeah,” luke said, sheepishly, “whenever i run out of cigs, i always go to an arcade to keep my mind off things. it’s childish, but it works. figured you could try it. plus, there’s a smoke shop across the street so we can go there when we’re done here.” 

“only one thing is better than the feeling of a new cherry ice vape,” you got close to him, nearly toe to toe. luke could smell the perfume on your skin, the scent of your shampoo, and his cologne that lingered on the hoodie of his that you wore. he reminded you that you always got cold and that you should bring a sweater, but you assured him that you wouldn’t. halfway to the arcade, you were shivering and luke knew that he made the right decision bringing his hoodie with him. 

you rolled your eyes, but accepted it. his hoodie stopped mid-thigh and engulfed you, but it looked better on you than it ever did on him. something about you wearing a hoodie that had his band name on it made his heart skip a beat. he had to listen to you make fun of him for tripping over air after he saw you in his clothes, but he didn’t expect anything less from you. 

he licked his lips, eyes darting to your own, “and what is that, five star?”

“beating your ass at galaga.” 

luke’s laughter echoed throughout the empty arcade as you ran from him with the tokens in your hand. you looked back at him with a mischievous smile on your face and he felt his heartstrings tug in his chest. you stuck your tongue out at him, starting the game as he stayed in his spot, admiring you. 

there weren’t many moments where he could be out in public like this, so when his mom reluctantly agreed to stop at this building on the way to camp due to a flat tire, luke and the boys were ecstatic to find that there was an empty arcade hidden in montauk. luke talked to chiron and learned his story while the boys played random games to kill the time. luke found out that the arcade wasn’t doing well financially with the increase in rent prices and that they would have to close down at the end of the summer if things don’t pick up again. chiron mentioned that he and his partner started this business twenty years ago, and he was sad to see it go. 

luke excused himself and snuck back into the tour bus to grab his checkbook. he wrote a check that covered rent and other expenses for the year and gave it to chiron. of course the man refused it, but luke wasn’t taking no for an answer, not after chiron shared that the arcade was the last living piece of his partner. luke castellan was a hopeless romantic, which not many people knew. he knew he was done for the minute he heard their love story. 

he stood there for a few moments, watching as you cheered, dodging the blasts of your enemies. you were so animated while you played, so expressive with your eyes and your voice. he’d only seen you like this a handful of times, talking to clarisse about god knows what, talking to the younger campers and asking them questions about their projects and interests, and when you asked him about his music. all of your monotoned replies and deadpan looks were all he got for the longest time, it seemed like your nonchalance was only for him, so it was nice to see you like this. it felt like you were warming up to him. 

he thought about the talk the two of you had in your room, how different you’d been then. after being iced out for weeks, luke was a little shocked at how soft you were with him earlier, playing with his rings, holding his hand, talking to him. it was a welcomed surprise, of course, but he expected you to kick him to the curb. he still didn’t understand what actually happened after the concert, but he figured you already had a tough day, so that conversation can wait. 

he made his way to you, leaning across the screen to slightly block your view, “you might be better than me at this game, but your ass is mine at guitar hero.” 

“not fair,” you were focused on the game, eyes glued on the screen in front of you. “you’re in a band. of course you’re gonna be better than me at that.” 

“life’s not fair, five star,” luke poked your side, making you squirm. you died in the game because of it. “my turn, yeah?” 

you shoved his chest, reluctantly moving over. “you cheated.” 

he looked over his shoulder, smirking, “how did i cheat?” 

“you distracted me!” 

“i did not!” he argued, chuckles escaping his lips. his tongue darted out the corner of his mouth. his concentration face was annoyingly attractive. 

“did too,” you mumbled, watching over his shoulder to see how he was doing. he was doing really well. damn teenage boys and their affinity for video games. your chin rested comfortably on his shoulder blade as you watched him play. 

luke’s breath hitched in his throat, suddenly too aware that you were so close to him. he could feel your breath against the nape of his neck, your lips dangerously close to where his tattoo was. he snuck a glance at you, noting how you were too focused on his score inching closer to your own. 

“ha!” you yelled, pulling away from him. you bumped his hip with yours, moving him out of the way, “my turn.” 

“okay, you cheated.” 

you hit pause on the game, placing your hands on your waist, “how?” 

“you were distracting me! putting your head on my shoulder and shit.” 

“awww,” you cooed, playfulness in your tone, “do i make you nervous?” 

luke’s face flushed. he shook his head, tilting his head down to hide the color on his face. he rubbed the back of his neck, “play your fucking game.” 

you said something about him being a sore loser and cheered loudly when you beat his score. when you both ran out of lives, luke led you to guitar hero and as expected, kicked your ass at the game. the two of you played in the arcade until there was one golden token left in the bottom of the bucket. as you wandered around the room, your eyes landed on a black and white photobooth tucked away in the corner. 

“let’s take some pictures,” you grabbed his hand, leading him over there before he could say no. you shoved him inside the photobooth, tapping his knee to make him stop manspreading on the small bench. 

it could barely fit two people so it was a tight squeeze. you were sitting so close to luke, thighs pressed together as you tapped on the small screen to begin the process. luke could feel the warmth of your skin against his and he was glad that there was no colored photos option because his cheeks were bright red. maybe he can blame the lights making him feel hot if you brought it up, but he wasn’t sure if his voice even worked enough to utter out his excuse. 

“you better smile, castellan,” you threatened, turning to look at him before you inserted the token in the slot. “not that little side smirk shit that you do in all your pictures.” 

“what side smirk?” 

“that thing you do in your pictures!” you shouted, “in every single instagram post, you always do it.” 

luke raised an eyebrow, a cocky smile appearing on his lips, “you’ve stalked my instagram?” 

“not the point,” you ducked, pretending to mess with the settings of the photobooth. luke can see your shy smile on the screen in front of him. “i’m just saying, smile normally.” 

“that’s how i smile, five star! what do you want me to do?” 

“that is not how you smile!” you argued. you took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you faced him. he was already looking at you, soft eyes and a hint of a smile on his features. a stray curl was out of place on his head and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching over to put it back in place. luke held his breath as your fingers grazed the side of his face, taking much longer than you needed to fix his hair. your thumb subconsciously rubbed against the scar on his cheek. luke let his eyes close at the feeling. 

“there,” you whispered, pulling your hand back to your side. “that’s how you smile.” 

he tried his best to keep that same expression on his face to see what you were talking about. he glanced at the screen and found himself stunned at what he found. you were right. this is not how he looked in his instagram pictures. he almost didn’t recognize himself as he stared. he looked different like this. 

there were no creases between his eyebrows or on his forehead, like there was no stress on his shoulders. his eyes looked brighter somehow as if he was at peace, exactly where he needed to be at that moment. his lips were quirked up in a tender smile, parts of his teeth showing between the gap of his top lip and bottom lip. did he always look like this when he was with you? awe-struck and enraptured by your presence? 

he should feel pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to, not when you were looking at him like you enjoyed this clandestine look on his face, a look that he reserved only for you. he couldn’t feel pathetic when you were looking at him in the same way. a secret language between the two of you, that nobody else in the world could even begin to understand.

the countdown on the screen started and luke was pulled from his thoughts quickly when you pressed your cheek against his, grinning as the timer flashed across the screen. he let himself smile, teeth on full display before the flash went off. the second countdown began and luke watched you fumble around to pick the next pose. you settled on a silly pose, sticking your tongue out as you held up the ‘rock and roll’ sign with your hand. he followed your lead, letting a snicker leave his lips at how fitting the pose was. 

the final photo was uncoordinated. luke wasn’t ready for the flash to go off. you placed your hand on his shoulder, craning your neck to look up at him. if he leaned down an inch or two, his lips would touch yours. the realization had the wires in his brain crossed. when the machine took the picture, luke was staring lovingly into your eyes, a look of indecision on his face. his lips were curled into a bashful smile, the tip of his nose touching yours. 

“five star,” luke breathed out, his arm snaking around your waist. your leg was now placed on top of his own. 

you gulped, nudging his nose with yours, “luke…” 

he’d never heard his name leave your lips before other than when you were mocking the gossips you heard about him. he’d never heard your real voice call him by his name. now that he has, he was addicted to the sound of it. he never liked his name that much, but somehow, when you said it, it sounded like poetry. he never thought a single syllable could sound so beautiful, have his knees buckling at the utterance of it. but with you, he supposed there was always a first for everything. 

when the bright red words stating “your photos are ready!” illuminated the inside of the photobooth, the two of you jumped apart from each other, blushing wildly. luke took a moment for himself inside the photobooth, rubbing his face with his palms, as you walked out to retrieve the pictures. luke followed you after taking a few deep breaths. 

he saw you leaning against the wall, the two strips of pictures in your hand. you had a goofy grin on your face, admiring them. luke sauntered next to you, taking a look at the photos. 

he accepted the strip of photos you handed him, “we probably should’ve discussed our poses beforehand.” 

“i dunno,” you were still staring at the pictures, biting your bottom lip. “i like ‘em.”

luke hummed, taking out his wallet. he folded the strip in threes, slotting the last photo in the clear compartment of his wallet. it looked perfect against the black leather, like it was the last thing needed to make his wallet look complete. he slipped it back in his back pocket, taking yours out to return to you. 

“smoke shop?” he asked. 

“please,” you nodded, beginning to walk out of the arcade. you waved goodbye to chiron who moved onto doing the daily crossword. “bye chiron! great to meet you!” 

he bid the two of you goodbye, a knowing gaze on his face. you were already out the door when he sent luke a wink that had him shaking his head, face turning red at the man’s antics. luke shut the door behind him, ushering you over to the sidewalk towards the smoke shop, “i’m out of cigs too, so this is actually perfect timing.” 

you waited outside the smoke shop, sitting on the curb. luke had a fake id (for research purposes, of course. he was just curious to see what the kentucky ids looked like.) so he bought your vape and his cigarettes. when he emerged, he joined you on the curb, pulling out his phone to call an uber back to camp. 

the sun was long gone and he could hear the owls hooting in the distance. it was not a good idea to walk back to camp, even if it wasn’t even a mile away. he watched you unwrap your vape, taking a small hit from it. he lit his cigarette with the lighter he carried with him and smoked with you in silence. 

“uber is gonna take twenty minutes,” he said, placing his phone between the two of you, face up. “i’m guessing there’s not many people around here.” 

you glanced at his phone, giggling at his lockscreen. it was a picture of the entire band, wearing matching novelty sunglasses taken at a .5 angle. they looked ridiculously like the guys you’ve grown to adore. “i like your lockscreen.” 

luke tapped his phone to wake it up. he let out a laugh, “mom took it when we played vegas for the first time. we were too young to go out and we were too afraid to use our fakes so we went to m&m world and got wired on sugar.” 

“you guys are really close, huh?” 

“got to be,” luke shrugged, “we’re together 24/7, but even before that… these guys are my brothers. love ‘em, even when they’re a pain in my ass. what’s your lockscreen?” 

you pulled out your phone, showing him the picture of you, clarisse, and silena flipping off the camera. it was taken during one of your (failed) attempts at studying at the library. you were all in sweatpants and large hoodies with the stress of midterms evident on your faces. “that’s silena, my other best friend from unc. her boyfriend, charlie, took this picture because he said we looked absolutely miserable. and we do, but it makes me happy looking back at it. we were struggling together and we somehow made it out together.” 

“i do not miss school at all,” luke blew out the smoke in his mouth, “i was a shit student.” 

“but now look at you,” you teased, “mr. rockstar.” 

“yeah, yeah,” luke copied your voice, “can’t complain.” 

you hummed, tucking your vape in the pocket of luke’s hoodie, “you can, especially with me. i’m the number one hater, so i enjoy complaining quite a bit.” 

“oh, i know.” 

you smacked his arm, rolling your eyes as he stumbled in his seat, laughing. you cleared your throat, voice turning serious, “seriously. i owe you for today, so complain to me all you want.” 

“you don’t owe me shit, five star,” luke put out his cigarette, standing up as his phone alerted him that the uber was coming soon. he held out his hand to help you up. “but i will take you up on that offer. of course, i can only do that if you don’t ignore me for weeks again.” 

you slapped his hand away, shaking your head, smiling, “shut the fuck up.” 

luke flagged down the uber, placing a hand on your lower back to lead you into the backseat. you entered, making polite conversations with the lady in the driver’s seat. 

“for chase?” 

luke nodded, “yup, thanks so much.” 

as the car drove off in the direction of camp, you turned to luke, mouthing, “chase?” 

he took out his wallet and handed you his fake id: chase reed, brown eyes, brown hair, 5’11. 

luke safely tucked the id back in its slot when you tossed it back at him, giggling at his alter-ego. he didn’t say anything when you moved closer to him, sitting in the middle seat, and held his hand the rest of the way back to camp.

[hihomeghere]

megan, darling sunshine, i have the softest of soft requests for you with our favorite cowboy. 🥺

can i request #6, #34, #36, #41, #83 with arthur? i desperately need protective, soon-to-be dad!arthur in my life. it's what we all deserve, honestly. 🤍

thank you so much! i can't wait to see what absolute magic you make with these prompts.

Deserving | Arthur Morgan / Reader

First off let me give you the fattest smooch <3

Word Count : 1.9k Prompts : 6. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear. 34. I think you're showing. 36. You're glowing. 41. The baby loves hearing you sing/speak. 83. Was that a kick? Warnings/tags : Cursing, talk of abandonment, Reader is 5 months pregnant, Arthur deserves a second chance at being a father, Self degrading talk on Arthur's part, Switch POV.

Arthur was aware it was a tad foolish the way he was feeling. Although seeing you growing his child has awakened something that had been lying dormant in him. Something that he hardly understood himself. A primal feeling, knowing that he was the one who made you like this. That it was his seed that had made you grow swollen and round and so damn gorgeous. 

He was also painfully aware of the gold ring in his pocket, his nerves eating him from the inside out. He had never been so nervous in his entire life, more nervous than when he went on his first job. Unlike a job he had never felt more unprepared. He had always wanted children, and he had dreamed of having children with you. But Jesus, he was terrified he would turn out like his old man. He didn’t- no - he couldn’t mess up this time. Not with you. Yes, he loved you. God he loved you more than anything. Arthur did not necessarily believe in soulmates. Perhaps when he was younger he could have believed that his soul could be tied to another person, but he wasn’t that foolish anymore. Love was something you worked for, it wasn't predestined by whatever god was above. He knew you could easily find another man to love you, even with the babe. He also knew you deserved someone better than him. You deserved the world, deserved someone who would build you a home, someone who hadn’t been too damn chicken to ask you to marry him before knocking you up. But he also knew that no man could love you like he loved you.

“You’re staring Arthur.” You chuckled, raising a brow as you turned to face him. Your hand resting on your hip as you leaned on the boar skinned table.

“You’re glowing.” He said softly, not denying the fact that he had indeed been staring at you. How could he not? You were really glowing, he hadn’t known that that silly saying about pregnant women was the truth. You were like some angel, the glow coming from within, lighting up the small tent. If he squinted he swore he could see a halo around your head. Especially when your bump had finally shown itself. 

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you went back to whatever task you were working on. He walked up behind you, his deft fingers working on removing his gun belt. Laying belt down on the table before pulling you against his chest.

His hands lovingly squeezed your hips, before moving to your stomach. He sighed contently, laying his head in the crook of your neck. Breathing in your sweet smell, his calloused hands running over the soft fabric of your skirt. His heart nearly stopped as he felt the swell of your abdomen. Nearly brought to his knees by such a small thing. Well it wasn’t exactly small anymore, you had finally ‘popped’. 

“‘Think you’re showing, sunshine.” He whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he swayed with you in his arms. You giggled, shying away from his lips as they brushed against your neck.

“I would say so, can’t fit in my damn pants anymore.” You chuckled, shaking your head as you continued to patch a hole in one of his shirts. 

In all honesty, you hadn’t been able to fit in your pants for a long time. It had been almost four months since the fateful day you told Arthur you were pregnant.

-

You had all the telltale signs, breast tenderness, food aversions, etc. Along with Abigail’s damn knowing glances, and then your monthly cycle had been absent, confirming your suspicions. You had nearly gone mad, a million thoughts running through your head. How were you supposed to care for a child with the lifestyle you had? You had briefly discussed children with Arthur, but it was always in the future. When you weren’t being chased by the law or Pinkertons or whoever. You didn’t want your child to be raised how either of you were raised. Always on the run, never having a true safe place to call home. Speaking of the future, marriage had always been a talk for the future as well. Now you were here, an unwed mother. 

And then there was Isaac and Eliza. That was a whole new can of worms to throw into the mix. Would he even want to have a child right now? Would he still want you after he found out? If he left you what would you do?

You would manage, that’s what you always did. But you didn’t want to go through this without him. 

He had found you pacing near camp, nearly chewing your lip off. His heart constricted in his chest as he watched you.

“Everything alright darlin’?” He asked, pulling you out of your downward spiral. A similar concerned expression on his face as he took you in. You met his bright blue eyes and instantly you fell apart. Tears welled up in your eyes as he rushed over to you. Taking long strides across the grass before pulling you into his broad chest. His calloused hands warm and loving as they rubbed up and down your back, your body shaking with sobs you couldn’t control. “Darlin’ you’re scaring me.” He said softly, laying his chin on the top of your head. “Talk to me sunshine.”

“Arthur I think-“ You let out a shaky breath, “I think I’m pregnant.” You cried, tears clouding your vision as you looked up at him. 

He was frozen, his brain short circuiting as he tried to process the words you had just said. He must have heard you wrong. 

“What… what did ya say darlin’?” He asked, his hands on your biceps as he held you in front of him. His brows furrowed and his lips drawn into a thin line. 

“I’m pregnant Arthur.” You said, your lip trembling as you waited for his response. You were trembling in his grasp, your heart pounding against your rib cage. 

“Okay.” He nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his head around it all. Goddamn it Morgan, you’ve gone done it again. Are you seriously the most foolish man alive? His thoughts spiraled into their usual degrading speech. Here you were shaking in his arms like a damn leaf and he was too damn stupid to say anything. Say something, anything, to stop her from crying. Your tears tugging on his heart strings. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He cooed, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry, please.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“M’sorry-” You sobbed, looking down.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize for this.” He said holding your face, “If anyone ought to apologize, it should be me.” He said, shaking his head. You bit your lip, looking up at him.

“Arthur, what are we gonna do?” You asked, finally calmed down enough to speak a coherent sentence. He clenched his jaw, looking off to the side.

“Do you want this?” He asked softly, running his hand down your arm. Taking your significantly smaller hands in his, squeezing them gently.

“I-“ You sighed, letting out a long breath. “I think I do.” You nodded, hesitantly raising your head to look at him. He exhaled a breath of relief. 

“Okay.” He nodded, “I want this too.” He said, giving you a reassuring smile. You couldn’t help but let out an equally relieved breath, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah?” You asked, chuckling breathlessly. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, chuckling along with you. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you, you or the baby, I swear.” He said gently pulling you closer, his hand moving down to caress your stomach. 

-

You smiled at the memory as Arthur rubbed his hand over your bump.

“They movin’ any?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

“They have been most of the day.” You chuckled, following his lips with your cheek as he pulled away. You turned around in his grasp, laying your hands on his chest. “They’d probably move if you talked to them. You know how the baby loves hearing you talk.” You said, smiling up at him. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with pride.

 He knelt down, feeling his mothers ring slide lower into his pocket. As he knelt face to face with your round belly, he couldn’t have been more thankful that Mary had returned his ring. That things hadn’t worked out between them, because if they did, he would have missed this. 

He pressed his lips against your belly in a chaste kiss, before chuckling softly to himself. “Hey there kid.” He said, his grin growing if that was even possible. “Ya bein’ good for ya mama?” He asked, running his hand over the tight skin. He felt a small kick under his palm, looking up at you for confirmation that it wasn’t a part of his imagination. “Was that a kick?”

“Sure was.” You chuckled, laying your hand over his. He chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at your belly. There had been too many nights lying next to you on his small cot, twirling the ring in his fingers. Just trying to work up the courage to ask you. Even before your belly started to swell he had dreamed of asking you. He just wanted everything to be perfect, although in hindsight it was a foolish thought. Things would never be perfect, that was the thing wasn’t it?

Now was the time. He knew it, kneeling here in front of you, but how was he gonna ask? How was he gonna get past the lump in his throat?

“Hey kiddo, ya think I could have a moment with your mama here?” He asked, a nervous smile on his lips as he looked up at you. “I got a question for her.” It was now or never. He reached into his pocket, his sweaty fingers grasping the small gold ring. He took in a deep breath before finding your gaze, holding out the ring to you. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand, tears pricking your eyes.

“This… well this ain’t how I imagined this. I wanted to do something special for ya and I should’ve done this a long time ago. I promised ya when we found out about the kid I wouldn’t let anything happen to ya. I mean to keep that promise. There are men more deserving of you, hell I’m probably the least deserving-“ You scoffed shaking your head, “But none of those men could ever love you the way I do. So, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He asked, gingerly holding your left hand. 

“Yes, yes!” You cried, grinning as he slipped the ring onto your finger. He let out a breath of relief, getting to his feet. You threw yourself into his arms, laughing as tears slipped down your cheeks. 

“It’s uh- I know it’s nothing fancy but-“ He said softly, “It was my mothers and I know she’d want ya to have it.”

“It’s perfect.” You said, pulling away to admire the ruby ring. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You chuckled, wiping away your tears as you admired the ring. Arthur’s heart warmed at your words. He would never know what he had done to deserve someone like you, you and the baby. Although he may not have said his vows at that moment, he made a silent one in his heart. As long as his heart was beating, and there was still breath in his lungs, nothing would ever happen to either of you.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Hi there, I have a request for aemond if your requests are open. It’s a little bit of hurt and comfort. I was thinking that maybe aemond had a bad day, like he lost during training or something. When he comes to bed that night his wife is there waiting for him, he snaps at her over something small and says something hurtful. She rushes out and then we get grovelling aemond, begging for her forgiveness. But she makes him work for it, she doesn’t forgive him on the first try.

It doesn’t have to follow along exactly, and don’t feel any pressure to accept if you don’t want to write it. I’m just a sucker for hurt/comfort with a lot of grovelling in between

no pressure at all!! happy to take any request, I need more mutuals in the hotd fandom 😫

ugh love a little angst, hope you enjoy xx

Work For It

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,211.

WARNINGS: angst, swearing.

You could sense how tense Aemond had been throughout the day, progressively his mood getting worse. It started off with mother urging that he search for his older brother in God knows what dingy brothel he lured himself in, meaning he skipped an intimate breakfast with you. After endless hours of the morning, roaming the Streets of Silk, Ser Criston and himself had finally managed to find Aegon semi-unconscious in a narrow alleyway, on the corner of one of his frequented brothels. Lunging him back to the castle, Aemond was tiresome however was obedient to carry on with his duties, one of which was to train with the knights of the Kingsguard.

Usually he found himself greatly skilled against most of these men, however today it seemed he’d lost his focus. Round after round, he found himself making accidental mistakes, most that he knew he could’ve easily prevented. Had this been an actual battlefield, you would’ve been a widow, and your husband long gone. Thankfully, he survived.

You carefully observed him from a tower above. It was one of your favourite hobbies to pass time. Although, Aemond’s impatience at this point was palpable, and suddenly he snapped. He grew infuriated with himself that he called it quits, aggressively throwing his weapon on the floor, as he stormed off.

Instinctively, you wanted to chase after him, however, you’d convinced yourself it was most responsible to give him his space for now. Just some time to cool off, or so you thought he would.

****

“Aemond my dear, come here. Let me help you relax.”

A few hours after Aemond had left the training yard, he’d managed to present himself to dinner with the rest of the family. However, he remained suspiciously quiet. He didn’t normally act this way, and was often able to mask his emotions, although today he seemed on edge.

Occasionally, you’d caress his hand for some reassurance and he’d simply nod or give you a half-hearted smile. Although, nothing more.

And the cherry on top, Aegon kept nagging at his mood, which did not help the situation at all. You found that his fists would curl up tightly, taking a deep breath in and out.

Finally, the day close to an end, you found yourselves alone in your shared chambers.

He slowly walked towards you, still quiet. He knelt his head down, your foreheads pressed against each other softly.

“What’s wrong, my dear? Why are you so tense today?”

“I’ve just had enough of this family, in particular Aegon’s shenanigans.”

You tugged his forearm to seat himself beside you at the edge of the bed. He collapsed by your side, exhaling a deep sigh.

He really did go above and beyond for his family, and often it would go unrewarded.

“I know my love, but he is your brother. You must understand that Aegon’s in no easy position either, he has a lot of expectations on his shoulders.”

And instantly, Aemond snapped his attention towards you, his eyes glaring at you deeply, intimidating you, as he stood himself up, his tall height towering over you.

“What did you just say?” He unnervingly uttered, a low tone, so stoic you felt chills.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that, Aemond. Y-You know I don’t-”

“Is it Aegon that deserves some understanding, this royal treatment despite neglecting his duty? Must we all bend our backs for Aegon, even if he offers nothing in return, not even an ounce of dignity.”

“Aemond, please-”

“Perhaps it should be you that best seek out our Aegon, the next time he disappears. Maybe if you offer your cunt, he’ll say and do as you please, just like a whore.”

You hadn’t noticed the tears swelling in your eyes, until this very moment.

The venom in his voice was potent, your thoughts vanished. You remained quiet as you began to cry.

You looked around the room hastily, your eyes pacing as though an answer would present itself, or that this was all just a terrible dream.

However you were brought back to reality, as Aemond yelled your name.

“Isn’t that right, Y/N?! Perhaps your liking and understanding of Aegon should best be put to use!”

And without hesitation, you felt the urge to leave. You couldn’t stand to hear any more of it.

It was a painful exchange of words, and words it seemed that Aemond did not hesitate to share.

You wondered off mindlessly outside, not aware of where you were headed, nor where to go.

You felt breathless and that the air was growing thin, immediately you directed yourself to the royal gardens, hastily walking in hopes no one could interrupt you.

****

You sat alone, the cold stone bench you’d propped yourself on, as you tried desperately to catch your breath.

A whore, he resembled you to. Nonetheless for Aegon.

You hadn’t meant for the words to come out like that, only trying to reason the situation.

And it backfired terribly.

You knew you would’ve apologised, had Aemond not said what he’d said before you could.

You’d never seen him in such an ugly state. You began to feel furious as you reminisced the scene, over and over again, eventually you stopped sobbing.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed his bright, platinum hair eliminating in the darkness of the night. His head remained low, only momentarily did his eyes meet yours, before they fell to the floor.

Slowly he approached you, walking stiffly as though approaching an untamed dragon.

“Y/N, I-I’m-”

“Save your apology, Aemond. I’m in no mood to hear it.” You spat, your eyes glaring at Aemond, as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

“Please, Y/N-”

He swiftly knelt down before you, the cool light breeze grazing through the strands of his hair. His hands instinctively reached over to grip yours, although you shoved them away.

“Your words have stung me, Aemond. You knew that wasn’t what I meant and yet you twisted my words. You can feel as terrible as you want, in fact I hope you do. I may forgive you in time but I will not forget this night. Now leave me, or else I may take up on your suggestion from earlier… At least Aegon drunk, won’t bother to talk at all.”

He was lost, the tables turned. He remained still.

He’d never seen this side of you before, and knew there was no one else to blame although himself. And that would haunt him.

Of course you were no whore, and he knew how Aegon made you ill. You were simply being rational when he was blinded by fury.

Although it was too late. Hurtful words exchanged, and knowing he made you cry, plunges the knife deeper.

“Of course my dear, I can arrange to sleep elsewhere, you take the room… Just know, I am truly guilty, and this guilt will remain with me. I love you so very much, although I understand if your love has lessened. I am less a man today.”

And with that, a final stroke of your cheek and he was gone. You loved Aemond and that remained unchanged, however you felt a guard was up. Only time would tell, although you knew he’d have to work for you.

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ROUND AND AROUND — n. riki

req for 1k event!

PROMPT  [ two, 9 ] picking you up and twirling you when they’re excited 

PAIRING riki x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none

W. COUNT 0.6k

S. NOTE last but not least my baby riki. this is the last req from my event ( long overdue ik but shhh ) but I tried to make it a little special for my special boy and i genuinely had fun writing this so hopefully it’s good <3

also the title being one of my fave songs ever. jo yuri u will be punished for making it so so short

the sounds of machines beeping and other teenagers screaming rang through your ears as you walked through the arcade hand-in hand with riki. walking past all the friends playing with the claw machines before you pulled him back towards one that caught your eyes.

“oh my god, how cute!” you said, digging through your pocket to ply one round before you felt riki push you away to take your place.

you see him slot in a coin as he bends down a little to grab the joystick, posture relaxed “i’m an expert, watch me get it on the first try for you.”

fast forward, it’s been over half an hour and still no plushie in sight. your competitive boyfriend refuses to give up after many failed attempts, something about not letting a stupid machine hurt his ‘manly’ pride. he was hunched over the control keys, knees bent, as he followed the claw using his whole upper body.

after another fail you begin to tug at the bottom of his shirt, “come on, babe. we all know they’re rigged, and you’ve already spent too much on it.”

you see him huff under his breath, annoyance starting to show through his face still adamant on winning. suddenly shooting up straight, startling you as he whips his head towards you. If there was a lightbulb above his head, it would’ve turned on, “hug me.”

“what?” you looked at him confused, seeing him looking completely serious.

“hug me, you’re my lucky charm,” he grabbed your arms, encouraging you to wrap around his waist, and how could you say no after all the effort — and money — he has used to discourage him now? so, slowly wrapping your arms around him wasn’t the problem, but the awkward situation it left you in with him slightly bending into you.

trying to ignore the questioning glances thrown your way by people just trying to walk past you two as riki goes back into focus with a deep breath.

you couldn’t see much of what was going on, having your view obstructed by your boyfriend's huge back until you start to feel him shake. he turned around so quickly you barely had time to register before you suddenly felt your feet leave the ground.

rikis excited about winning the plushie after god knows how much time and money manifested in him lifting you and spinning you both, “i knew you were my lucky charm!”

leaving no room for you to respond, he quickly places you down as he turns to retrieve the plushie, an almost jarring yellow duck with pink round cheeks and a puffy beak. presenting it to you like a cat would when leaving a dead bird at your doorstep, all pridefully accompanied by the biggest box smile on display.

“here you go, bae. why’d you pick this duck anyway?” he asked, the adrenaline of finally winning evidently still hadn’t worn off yet. you slowly raised the plushie to be beside rikis head, now having two ducks facing you.

you could see the gears turning in his head, but no dots were connecting as he slightly tilted his head with a pout on his lips. you could swear he was trying to copy the duck if you hadn’t known him well enough.

“no reason, just cute.”

shrugging in response, as he grabs your hand to pull you towards another game that wouldn’t suck your pockets dry. looking down to see the duck snug between your forearm and chest and looking up to see the boy you love who looked almost identical.

but of course, one of them is way cuter.

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Hi Maria!! I hope you’re doing well ❤️❤️

Do you mind writing Donnie and reader’s first time? He’d be so patient and careful with his girl the whole time, that if she ended up crying halfway through because of how good it felt, he’d be horrified that he hurt her somehow 😭 just something sweet for that poor man

Yes yes yes my poor sad boy deserves the world :(

Warnings: I was too horny writing this, so I went straight to the point, sorry. Loss of virginity, implied unprotected sex, p in v, Donnie being so subbie and cute and unable to not cum too soon :(, masturbation (f and mentions of m)

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It was a brand new feeling. And you couldn't believe how fucking incredible it was... with every movement of his cock scratching that special spot just right... sending waves of pleasure through your whole body... and then you'd look up and see the prettiest boy who's ever lived, right above you. Eyes so big, so blue, so curious, a little crinkle of worry on his forehead.

Oh my god, is she enjoying this? - was all he could think of.

He was so nervous. And it didn't help at all that your expression was so hard to read.

Still, he was just discovering what pussy drunk meant, cause he was getting the same waves of pleasure as you... and he couldn't stop.

He had been holding himself back, until he couldn't anymore. He left out a loud and pathetic moan. The hottest fucking thing you ever heard. Your pussy automatically clenched around his length.

"Oh my god" You whined, tears escaping your eyes.

Oh no. Oh shit. You were so fucking tight around him... but you were... crying?

"Baby... sorry... shit" He tried to pull out, but you held him in his place, wrapping arms and legs around him.

"Donnie, please..." You begged, tears falling on the pillow under your head.

"I'm hurting you!" He protested, stopping his thrusts immediately. His cock throbbed inside you in need, making him feel like crying.

"You're not hurting me!" You tried to buck your hips, but he was too close and you were holding him too tight to allow that.

"Then why are you crying?" The crinkle on his forehead grew.

"Cause it feels so fucking good..." You sighed. "Love your cock, Donnie..."

"Oh shit, doll, don't do this to me..." His cock throbbed uncontrollably inside you.

"Love it when it does that..." You smiled, biting your lip.

"Y/N, I'm serious..." He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the look on your face on that moment, otherwise the fun would be over too soon...

"Donnie, can we continue?" You asked, nails running up and down his back.

"Give me a sec." His face turned red.

"You're not hurting me, Don, I swear..." You insisted.

"Can't move." He whispered.

"Why?" You asked frustratedly.

"Cause you're squeezing me way too good." He admitted, face visibly burning.

"Oh..." You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Not fucking funny." He sighed. "Just wanted to please you. Such a shitty boyfriend..."

"Donnie, baby..." You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. "Need you to move... want you to cum so good for me..."

"But..."

"Come on, Donnie... I wanna see you cum... please?" You grabbed the hair on the back of his head, gently tugging on it. "Swear it's gonna make me feel so good..."

"You're supposed to do that first." He groaned, clearly mad at himself.

"Supposed to? There's no right and wrong. It's our first time." You assured him. "Do it for me, please? I'll let you do whatever you want to me afterwards, yeah? Promise it won't be over."

There was a new sparkle in his eyes after hearing that. He couldn't believe that he would get to play with your gorgeous body like he always dreamt of...

"Hmm... can I... hmm..." He got shy again, thinking of the possibilities. "Can I cum on your tits?"

"Fuck, Donnie..." You moaned. "Do it for me, baby, let me see you."

He removed himself from you and it was almost painful for both of you. But you didn't have much time to think. You got on your knees on the bed, watching Donnie stroke his cock. It was so hard... the tip as red as his cheeks, leaking something you couldn't wait to taste someday.

"Shit..." He moaned, desperation on his face. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Cum for me, Donnie..." You begged, just as desperate as him. "Cum all over my tits..."

He left out the hottest sounds you had ever heard as he painted your tits white. And your chin. And belly. He made an inexperienced mess... couldn't help it... he had never been this turned on his his life, his aim wouldn't be good.

"That was so fucking hot, Donnie..." you smiled, watching him fight for his life. You wondered if he would ever be able to stop blushing.

"Hm... everytime I... hmm..." He tried to talk, but was very distracted by the way your hand slided all the way to your pussy, starting to rub yourself.

"Keep talking." You said, eyes focused on his face.

"Everytime I... jerk off I... picture myself coming on your tits." He admitted. "Specially since you... uh... showed me them, the other day."

"Yeah?" You smirked, spreading your legs wider. "Was reality better than you imagined?"

He nodded eagerly. Your fingers started rubbing your clit faster and you left out a moan.

"I'm so sorry I didn't satisfy you..." He was still very disappointed. "I just... wanted our first time to be perfect."

"Shh... come here, baby boy." You chuckled. "Wanna touch me?"

It was stupid to be this excited about this, when he had literally just been inside you... but he didn't even care at this point. He kept his eyes glued to your face as he rubbed all the wrong spots. You had to direct his fingers to your clit. And when he got a reaction from you, indicating he was doing good... oh god.

"Ouch!" Your hips bucked. "Slower, Don... nice and slow..."

"M'sorry..." His eyes widened.

"It's okay, baby... just like that..." You praised. "It... it feels so good..."

"Yeah?" He asked proudly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please, Don..." You smiled.

The way you looked at each other before the kiss... you both knew. That was the moment you threw all the worries out of the window. Fuck a perfect first time. You were having fun, discovering each other's bodies. When he kissed you, it was so romantic. So intimate. So good... so good.

"Hm... Donnie..." You moaned against his lips. "You're gonna make me cum like this..."

"Please... please, I really want you to..." He crashed his lips against your again, rubbing you incredibly right.

It felt so new... having someone else's fingers making you cum. God, Donnie's fingers... that thought alone could drive you crazy.

More tears escaped your eyes as you reached your peak, but they didn't scare him anymore. They amazed him. He wouldn't get used to this any time soon...

"Stop, stop, stop!" You pushed his hand away, way too overstimulated when it all ended.

"Sorry!" He gasped.

"It's okay, Don." You smiled, feeling like you were floating. "Just felt too good."

"Did you, really?" He asked, with that beautiful smile of his.

"Hell yeah." You laid on your back, letting out a sigh of relief. "This was perfect."

"It... it was, wasn't it?" He smiled, laying beside you.

Donnie became such a clingy little boyfriend after that. And I don't mean only during that post orgasmic bliss... I mean, that boy won't leave you alone for days. Weeks. He's addicted to you. He wants to try everything he always dreamt of. He wants to try everything he's never heard of.

He wants to try everything with you.

[huntingingoodwill]

noise complaint

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pairing: hopper x reader

desc: hopper finding you drunk at a party, throwing you over his shoulder, driving you home and helping you sober up by holding your head up and holding the glass to your lips while you drink water and ramble about the ginormous crush you have on him is simply something so special to me

a/n: first hopper fic!! i do hope you enjoy. there’s hints of crybaby reader and an implied age gap. p.s. while searching for a gif for this fic i saw a fic description that had some similar elements to this one. i haven’t read the fic itself but i wanted to just apologise if my fic seems too similar! that was completely not my intention and i hope i don’t come across as offensive as i hadn’t known about the fic before writing this one.

A warm, happy buzz thrummed through your body as you smiled up at the ceiling blissfully. You had been drinking, the edges of the world becoming soft and blurry, a sweet warmth blooming in your chest. The music blaring through the speakers and the chatter of the party around you sent gentle vibrations through the plush couch you were lying on. Your smile grew wider. You felt good.

“Oh, shiiit!” You giggled, watching as a couple of party-goers raced past you, laughing at the way they tripped over themselves as they ran. 

“Oh, shit.” Your voice lost all its tipsy amusement, becoming deadly serious as Hopper’s face appeared above yours.

There was no use in running now. He had caught you red-handed, a little drunk and spacing out on the couch at a house party that was probably a little too loud for the host’s neighbours’ liking. Still, you turned over, sliding off the couch in defeat, shielding yourself from his condescending expression. Maybe if you tried, you’d be able to roll under the couch and hide from him forever. 

You heard him click his tongue above you in annoyance. 

“What’re you doing here, kid?” His gravelly voice held a flat tone, and you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. 

“I’d ask you the same question, but I assume you aren’t here to party-arty-arty.” You mumbled into the rug. 

You rolled over onto your back, now looking up at him. Of all the house parties, in all of Hawkins, in all the world, he had to walk into the one you were at. 

It was bad enough that the chief of police caught you less than sober, rolling around on the rug at a house party, but it was even worse that he lived right next door to you. You’d get the mail in shame for the rest of your life.

“I’m not here to party-arty-arty.” He grumbled, words sardonic as he rolled his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at his distaste for your phrase. “We got a noise complaint.”

“Bummer.” You mumbled. Your hand crept up to his heavy boot, tugging on one of his laces absent-mindedly. He scowled, pulling his foot away. You dissolved into giggles, abruptly stopping as you saw the glare he gave you. “Lighten up, Hop.”

“I’ll lighten up once you get the hell outta here.”

You smiled up at him sheepishly. “I… don’t have a ride home.” 

He blinked at you incredulously before letting out a low groan, digging his palms into his tired eyes. “Shit.”

“That’s one for the swear jar!” You sang, holding out your hand as if expecting him to drop a dollar in it. He lightly smacked it away and you pouted defensively. “Government wage that bad, huh?”

He shushed you irritatedly, prompting you to let out another laugh. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if deep in thought. 

He couldn’t just leave you there. You were his neighbour’s daughter, for God’s sake. 

“You’re cute when you’re thinking.” You whispered.

He opened his eyes, ignoring your comment and the heat creeping up his neck. 

He exhaled sharply, crouching down next to you as he slid his jacket off, wrapping it around your waist. Then, in one movement, he hauled you up onto his shoulder. 

You exploded with laughter, your dizziness worsening as you hung upside down, thrown over his shoulder. 

He paused, taking care to pull his jacket down over your butt as your skirt rode up. He locked his arm around your thighs and made his way out of the house, boots clomping on hardwood and then gravel as he approached his truck. 

He took a second to breathe in the night air. His free hand snaked into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it nonchalantly, as if you weren’t slumped over his shoulder, ribcage shaking as you struggled to stifle your laughter.

You raised your arm behind you, toward his face, index and middle finger extended, asking for a drag. He pushed your arm away. 

“Nice try.” He scoffed, opening the door and helping you into the passenger seat. 

“Worth a shot!” You grinned. He shook his head, letting out a low chuckle. 

He leaned over you, pulling your seatbelt over your chest and buckling you in with a satisfying “click”. His eyes flickered to your face as you smiled dreamily up at him.

He felt his lips turn up in response, unable to control himself. 

“What’s got you smiling, huh?” He asked, curious. 

“You look rather handsome tonight, Chief.” You whispered, your voice lilting, sing-songy in your inebriation. You tugged his hat off his head, twirling it between your fingers. 

He looked at you, your shy gaze avoiding his as you clumsily handled his hat. 

His heart thumped. He turned away, clearing his throat, trying to mask his flustered expression. 

“You look rather drunk.” He replied, giving your reddened cheeks a tap. 

He rounded the truck, sliding into the driver’s seat, watching as you kicked your legs up on the dash with a loud thump, placing his hat over your face as you settled into your seat. 

His eyes travelled over your leg propped up so close to him, bent upward onto the dash. He grabbed your knee and shoved it back down, and he could tell you were giving him that mischievous smile, even through the hat that obscured it. His lips quirked upward. 

As he drove you back to your house, the bump and sway of the truck on the poorly paved roads lulled you to sleep. Slowly, the hat slid off your face as your temple dropped against the window. You held the hat in your arms, keeping it close to your lap as you dozed, the drinks you had earlier sending you to sleep quick enough. 

He turned to look at you, taking a drag of his cigarette as the other hand gripped the steering wheel as he navigated the roads. He slowed down, attempting to steer past the potholes so you could sleep in peace. Still, your head would knock against the glass every once in a while, causing you to frown in your sleep. He chuckled, watching your sleepy pout lit up by the streetlights that flashed by overhead. It was cute. 

He faltered for a moment, hesitating, before reaching over to hold your shoulders, trying to push you back onto your seat. 

Gonna give herself a damn concussion. 

Instead, you slumped toward him, your head, heavy with sleep, falling upon his shoulder. He stiffened for a moment, glancing at you. You nuzzled into his side, lips parted gently. 

He swallowed thickly, trying to stay as still as possible, awkwardly tapping his fingers against the steering wheel though. Slowly, he relaxed, getting used to the weight of your body pressing into his shoulder.

Eventually, he pulled into his driveway. He hated having to wake you up, pausing to gaze at your peaceful, sleeping face before gently shaking you awake. He held back the urge to smile as you rubbed your bleary eyes, glancing around you as you realised where you were. 

“Alright, run on home, now.” He said, nodding toward your door. 

Your eyes widened, and you swivelled back toward your seat, yanking down the passenger side mirror. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” You mumbled, panic tinging your voice.

You smoothed down your dishevelled hair inelegantly, pressing the backs of your hands to your still inflamed cheeks in a futile attempt to cool them down. 

You huffed hopelessly, setting your forehead against the dash, letting out a little whine of despair.

“Okay, cut the dramatics…” His heart softened as you let out another pitiful whine, but he pressed on. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the door-” 

“Hop, please don’t make me go home yet.” You pleaded with him, holding onto his arm. “I’m still buzzed, my parents are gonna be able to tell-” 

He opened his mouth to refuse once more, but began to panic when he spotted the glimmer of tears welling up in your eyes, your lip wobbling. 

“Hey, hey, don’t cr-” 

You gave one last convincing sniffle. 

He sighed, caving in. “Okay, okay-”

You gave him a toothy grin before lunging at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a grateful hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed. 

“Alright, alright.” He sighed, patting your back awkwardly, feeling reluctant when it was time to break away from you. “Just until you sober up.”

He opened the door for you, letting you hold onto his shoulder for balance as you hopped down from his truck, making sure you were walking steady as he led you to his porch. You plopped down ungracefully, and he draped his jacket over your shoulders. 

The wood of the porch was cold and uneven beneath your thighs as you sat on the ledge, fiddling with Hopper’s hat in your hands. He returned from inside with a glass of water, the floorboards creaking under his weight as he sat down next to you. 

You looked at your feet as you sat in silence, the night breeze ghosting your face gently, crickets chirping in the distance. You heard the click of his lighter and turned to watch as Hopper’s face was illuminated by the fire as he lit another cigarette, his features bathed in the golden light.

You put on his hat, adjusting it so you wore it just like he did. He peered over and chuckled, flicking the brim. 

“Cute.” He muttered, before clearing his throat and turning away, awkwardly drumming his fingers on his thighs. 

“You think I’m cute?” You asked, looking up at him through your wide eyes. 

A blush crept up his cheeks. 

“Drink.” He said gruffly, holding out the glass to you. 

You ignored his gesture. You felt your cheeks warm even further, the effects of the liquid courage you’d had earlier taking hold now, stronger than ever. Your lips became loose, and you could tell you were about to be a little too truthful and that you’d regret all the words that were about to leave your mouth. Still, you spoke. 

“Because, I think you're cute.” You blurted out. 

His eyes widened almost imperceptibly before regaining his feigned unfazed expression. 

“You’re drunk. Drink.” He spoke. 

“Like, really cute.” You swayed toward him. “Like, really, really-”

His hand splayed on the back of your head as he held your head up towards him, holding the glass to your lips, making you pause and take a sip. 

“Cute.” You finished. 

“I think I like you.” He made you take another drink of the water, the smooth, refreshing liquid sliding down your throat, a little slipping down your chin as he held the glass to your mouth. He used his thumb to wick the droplets away. “Like, really like you.” Another drink. “Whenever I see you-” Another sip. “I get all these butterflies in my stomach and I-” Sip. “Just can’t describe it. Like, I-” Sip. “I think-” Sip. “I think I like everything about you.” 

You went on like this for ages, Hopper holding the glass to your lips and interrupting you with sips of the water, as you rambled on and on about the huge crush on him that you’d been nursing for ages now, completely oblivious to the smug smile that was now gracing his face as he held you. 

After a good while of pouring your heart out, you seemed to run out of steam, panting a little at the rapid speed you had been talking at. 

“Feeling better?” He asked, you nodding in response. You were sobering up, but the burn in your cheeks still hadn’t subsided. You were blushing for an entirely different reason, now.

He nudged the small of your back, urging you to stand up. 

“Walk in a straight line.” He called out, prompting you to laugh as you did what you were told. 

“You gonna ask me to recite the alphabet backwards now?” You turned to him, smiling cheekily as he approached you. 

He hummed, as if in deep contemplation. “I think that won’t be necessary.” 

He threw his arm around you as he walked you to your door, pulling his jacket tighter around you. 

You stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath of anticipation as you both stared at it. 

“Hop?”

“Yeah?” 

“You’ll wave at me from your window if I end up getting grounded, right?” 

“Of course, kid.”

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Chapter 8

Typical Stark Masterlist

A/N: Remember this series? I’d planned on finishing it earlier but my writer’s block got from bad to worse. These two are FINALLY sleeping together y’all.. enjoy!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ finally some smut, fluff.

Word count: 1.8k

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The moving in part seemed to have gone rather smoothly, given that you weren’t too fussy about most things & there was minimum heavy furniture that needed shifting, minus your favourite chair and a few other things.

You sat cross legged on the bedroom floor that Saturday morning, surrounded by your own clothes while Tony made you his famous smoothie.

“Here you go, roomie.” He chirped, traipsing in carrying two glasses before handing you one and taking a seat on the floor next to you.

“Whoa is that a G-string?” Tony reached between the piles of clothes and pulled out your pretty pink panties and smirked as you snatched it away, rolling your eyes.

Every now and then he’d poke you to ask about some item of clothing, mostly lingerie and how he’d like you to wear it on a daily basis.

You went to put a pile of your clothes inside your side of the wardrobe when Tony found your bag of private things which included more of your toys.

“Oh! What do we have here?”

Turning around to find the bag open in Tony’s hand, you ran towards him, eyes wide in horror attempting to grab it from him but he held it out of your reach.

“Tony give it back right now! I swear to God I’ll—”

“Hey I’m not judging! Well, I am, naughty girl.” He laughed heartily at your jumping to get a hold of your not-so-private stuff.

“Alright I’ll give it back on one condition.”

Huffing you crossed your arms and glared at the man.

“What?”

“You let me use it on you...now.”

His eyes darkened; humour replaced with something else now that the idea had been planted in his head. You thought about it for a bit, sure you’d had a lot of fun with Tony before this but you still hadn’t officially slept together yet, surprising as that was.

“Fine! Have at it Stark.”

Raising your hands in surrender, you walked backwards, till the back of your legs found the bed, Tony following you closing the distance before looming over your figure.

He threw the bag and it landed on the bed before pulling you flush against his chest and dipping his head to capture your lips.

The kiss switched from soft to needy in a matter of seconds.

Tony’s fingers tugged on your hair before laying you on the bed and settling between your legs. Eyes taking in your face after you broke apart momentarily, grabbing a vibrator out of the bag before pausing.

“Do you have a favourite toy, Miss Y/L/N?” Tony’s voice was soft yet teasing, that signature smirk matched yours.

“Yep. You.”

Plopping his head on your chest, he chuckled, giving you time to card your fingers through his hair. Something about that carefree laugh made your heart flutter.

“Oh, you’re more than welcome to use me like one.” Tony’s voice came out muffled as he spoke, humming in delight as your ministrations continued. The offer made a thousand scenarios run through your mind.

“I’ll take you up on that, Stark.”

“I go first.” He whispered before letting his hands reach the waistband of your pants, sliding them down slowly before you lifted your hips to aid him.

Tony’s lips found yours again as he resumed the kiss, slow and gentle this time, as if he had all the time in the world. Teasing and tasting you languidly, his lips moulded against yours perfectly, he groaned softly as your fingers found purchase in hair once more.

There was a faintest of smiles on those soft lips that you felt as your tongue peeked out to trace them, prodding them open. When he did, your tongue was pushed down by his own dominatingly while he grabbed your wrists and held them above your head, the grip gentle but tight enough. Your tongues battled against one another, challenging the other to behave but neither of you backed down, the urgency to feel every inch of him overpowered everything else.

Tony’s kisses moved southward as his lips brushed over the side of your face, down your neck where he bared his teeth, grazing them against your skin lightly before sucking on it. A needy whine escaped you as his groin brushed over yours purposely, repeating the action just barely enough for your core to meet his clothed erection.

“What a fucking tease you are…” you breathed; your voice laced with desperation which you poorly covered with annoyance.

“Honey, I’ve barely begun.”

If you could, you’d punch that smug grin off his face but you were at his mercy, mentally cursing yourself for falling prey to those doe eyes. While you were excited to finally be doing this with the man you had fallen hopelessly in love with, there was a part of you that was nervous merely owing to the reputation the guy had.

Though so far, he had been nothing like that alleged playboy image that was projected, so your obsessive thoughts had been silenced by the same doe eyes that more often than not drove you absolutely crazy for all kinds of reasons.

A dull buzzing of the vibrator brought your attention back to where you were, a giggle left your lips when Tony pressed it against your side, rolling it down your thigh before gently nudging your legs open.

“Keep them open for me.” he whispered before slanting his mouth over yours, bruising your lips while your toy inched closer and closer to your core.

Strategically, he placed it over your clit hood, grinning against your mouth while you gasped. The vibrations were mild but persistent at first; as if Tony knew precisely how much to tease it around your outer lips, inching his way over to the bundle of nerves that lay waiting.

The dull buzzing sound of your toy combined with your soft moans filled the room, your hips rising up in accord as the sensations made arousal pool between your legs.

Your eyes fell shut as Tony’s lips trailed down your body, kissing the inside of your thighs while your core was being prepped. He moved the toy away momentarily, caressing your thighs softly.

“Can I have a taste, Y/N?” he asked, ever so polite, though his brown orbs had darkened significantly, mouth inching towards the place you needed him the most. All you could manage was a nod as you watched him hold you legs apart, greedily eyeing what was already his. Reaching down, your fingers found purchase in his soft hair, guiding him where you wanted him.

Your head fell back against the pillows as he made contact with your core, deliberately teasing at first, almost shy before your hips moved to gain more contact, giving him permission for more.

You wanted more, and it had already been enough, the dilemma sent your head spinning as Tony’s mouth closed over you, nose teasing and coaxing your clit while his tongue ran along your slit, relishing the very taste of you as your toy now lay on the side, forgotten. If it wasn’t for Tony’s iron grip, your legs would’ve fallen shut as the sensations took over, desire igniting deep within your belly as he took care of you, coaxing you open for him, relishing in the way your body reacted to him.

“Tony…” you begged, fingers gripping his hair like vice as your orgasm built inside, threatening to spill over. Getting the hint, Tony moved his kisses back up your body, leaving you whining at the loss of contact, much to his glee.

You didn’t waste any time in undressing the man, wanting nothing more than him inside you and that smirk wiped off of his devilishly handsome face.

Lining up against your entrance, Tony gently nudged your nose with his; breaths mingling into each other.

“Look at me, Y/N.” he whispered, his big brown eyes swimming with love and lust in equal measure as your eyes fluttered open.

You felt his cock slowly push in, your slick entrance welcoming the delicious stretch and sting as he filled you, stopping once he was buried to the hilt.

That was it.

The very moment you realised how real it was, and just how badly you’d fallen. You were meant to be. Nothing felt more right than this. You and Tony.

“I love you, Anthony Edward Stark.” You whispered, bringing your hand up to caress his stubbled cheek, watching him lean into your touch with a loving smile on his face.

He dipped his head down to capture your lips in a searing kiss as his hips began moving at a steady pace, making sure you felt each and every thrust as he drove in and out.

Fingers tugging on his hair as he placed open-mouthed kisses against your neck, your walls clenched around his length, causing him to grunt.

“Are you on birth control?” His hot breath against your ear, his thrusts becoming more urgent while his hand snaked between your bodies to rub your bundle of nerves, sending you spiralling towards your orgasm.

All you could do was nod at his question, gripping onto his back for dear life as you came around his cock, hiding your face in his shoulder.

Tony followed soon after his hips stuttered, spilling into you with a breathy moan, holding you close while you returned from your highs.

“So that’s what it takes..” he murmured, still a little out of breath, a lazy smile obvious on his face as he placed small kisses against your collarbone.

“What?”

“Great sex and orgasms to get you to say you love me?” He chuckled, carefully pulling out of you and helping you clean up.

“How do you know I’m not faking it?” You smirked, knowing fully well he knew you were lying.

“Contrary to popular belief, I know you better than you think I do, my sweet.” Tony gave you a self-assured grin, pulling a blanket over your bodies before pulling you close.

You stayed in his embrace, a perpetual smile that somehow refused to leave your face, and a feeling of contentment and happiness that had settled so comfortably.

“We still have a lot to unpack you know..” you murmured, closing your eyes and snuggling close to the man.

“I know. A nap won’t hurt though. I’ll wake you up and put you to work, don’t you worry.”

Tony laughed heartily as you hit him against his chest, mumbling ‘typical Stark’ before grinning yourself, letting sleep take over.

…

Ugh. I love these two.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Blessed Be: Chapter 2

Pairing: Detective!Bob Floyd x Reader

WitchAU

Summary: You and Bob have the perfect day, but you have to walk away.

Warnings: Witchcraft, Magic, Sexual Themes, Slow Burn, Mentions of Death, Alcohol, Swearing, Smut, Fluff, Angst, I think that’s it?

- Chapter 1 Here -

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As agreed, Bob pulled up to your house at 11am. He got out of his car and adjusted his shirt sleeves so they rested comfortably above his forearms. He smoothed back his long hair and took a deep breath, before walking up the porch to your front door. He knocked softly and waited.

“Hi Bob.”

Bob swung around to find you behind him, slightly startled. “Mornin’ Bree.” He chuckled. God his eyes looked even better when the sun was on his face. You took a moment to admire him.

“Were you outside already, or do you have a secret door I don’t know about?” He joked.

You smiled, “I was just checking on my lavender down the end of the garden, heard you pull up.” You confirmed.

“Can I see your plants before we go?” He asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, sure.” You beckoned for him to follow you around the back to where your greenhouse and outdoor plants sat growing marvellously in the partial sun and shade from the large tree that hung over the porch.

“Wow.” He breathed, “You sure do have a green thumb. I love gardening but I wouldn’t say I’m great at it.” He laughed, bending down to rub a piece of lavender gently between his thumb and index finger. The smell filled his nostrils and his shoulders visibly relaxed.

“I think it’s all down to the soil and sun. But it helps to talk to them.” You said as you bent down to inspect your hydrangea bush.

Bob nodded with a smile but said nothing as he admired you. You looked beautiful in your white linen sundress, your hair falling over your eyes as you stood back up.

“Shall we?” You asked with a grin.

“We shall.” Bob quipped back, biting his lip gently as he followed you to the car.

Bob couldn’t help but relish in the fact that when he was around you, that almost constant tugging and gnawing feeling inside him disappeared. It was replaced instead with a sense of serenity, excitement and something else he couldn’t quite place, and it was becoming addictive.

Bob opened the passenger door for you and you slid into the seat. The first thing you noticed was how neat his car was, and the smell of citrus flooded your senses. It was fresh and for some reason reminded you of days down on the beach with your parents as a child. You relaxed into the seat and took a deep breath in through your nose.

As Bob climbed into the driver seat, he looked over at you with a grin, “Where to, Madam Tour-guide?”

You laughed and rested your head against the seat. “Hmmm… ok drive down to the harbour, I have a secret little place in mind.”

Bob bit the inside of his cheek as he pulled away to suppress the smile he so badly wanted to let out, but was afraid he’d look like a lunatic if he kept grinning this way all day.

You made small talk on the drive, holding back on bigger in depth questions that you wanted to ask but knew this would only draw you closer to him. Your giddiness was suddenly overcome with sadness as you remembered you were going to say goodbye to Bob for good after today.

“You okay?” Bob asked, noticing how suddenly you’d gone quiet as you stared out the window.

“Mhmm.” You lied, forcing a smile. Bob didn’t buy it, but he didn’t feel it was his place to pry, so smiled right back encouragingly.

You pulled up to the harbour and Bob quickly rounded your end of the car to open your door.

“Ever the gentleman.” You chuckled.

“So where are we going?” He asked, curiously eyeing the harbour for any restaurants, cafes or food stalls.

“Follow me Mr Floyd.” You said as you turned towards the cliff side, and Bob suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine. Not a shiver of dread, or anticipation, no. A shiver of excitement at how you said his name. He wasn’t sure why but it made his heart race even more, perhaps it was the seductive way you said it, or the fact that you even remembered his last name to begin with.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, and followed you onto small sand bank that made way to a narrow path along the cliffside.

You walked for about 10 minutes, and eventually the small path gave way to a ledge overhanging the sea. It was high up enough that the waves couldn’t reach you, but low enough that he hadn’t noticed the gradual incline of the pathway. There were a few trees cushioning the ledge from the intimidating cliff behind you, and it was completely secluded from everyone and everything, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Suddenly you placed a picnic basket on the ground, and Bob was sure he hadn’t seen you carrying it around, but chalked it up to him being completely distracted by how beautiful you looked.

You sprawled a blanket on the ground and sat down, unloading the baskets contents neatly in front of you. Bob watched in awe as finger sandwiches, pastries, fruits, chocolates and chips in neat little bowls were laid out in front of him.

“This is… so sweet.” Was all he could breath out as he came to sit next to you.

You grinned, “Well I wanted to make you feel welcome, and this is my favourite spot on the island, couldn’t think of a better place.”

“I do feel welcome. Thank you for going through the trouble.” He smiled at you earnestly, piling the finger foods on his plate.

“You thirsty?” You asked, pulling out a bottle of your home made iced tea. Bob nodded, mouth full of sandwich.

You handed him a glass of iced tea and sat back on your elbows as you watched the sea in front of you. This was your idea of a perfect date, but you knew you couldn’t get too comfortable.

Comfortable meant danger in your family, especially when it came to men.

“This is really good.” He said having taken a sip of the iced tea. He noticed the glass bottle had no label. “You made this?” He said in awe.

“Yeah, it’s just peaches and mint.” You chuckled.

Bobs eyebrows pulled together, “I love peaches, and mint. It’s like you knew.” He took another sip and let out an exaggerated moan.

Bob was getting comfortable around you, and as much as that made your insides flutter, you knew you couldn’t let him. Suddenly you stood up and walked to the edge, arms wrapped around yourself as you tried to push the fuzzy feelings away.

“Did I do something?” Bob worried out loud, standing and making his way over to where you stood.

“No, no it’s not you Bob.” You didn’t turn to face him, you couldn’t or you feared your desire would take over.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, his hand gently moved to touch your arm to get you to face him.

As soon as he touched you a spark of electricity ran from your skin through his fingers. Not painful, but hot and intense, like a flash fire.

Bob pulled away quickly and looked at his hand, this one was harder to ignore than the one you had felt yesterday in your store, and you spun round with wide eyes to look at Bob.

“Did you… did you feel that?” Bob stammered, flexing his fingers to make sure everything still worked. You nodded, rubbing the spot on your arm that he had touched.

“Are you okay?” You asked, still in shock at the sheer force of what you felt.

Bob nodded, and gulped audibly. “Are you?” He asked, eyebrows pinched together in confusion and concern.

You nodded. “Must be the humidity.” You mumbled.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Bree?” Bob pressed, moving back over to you, but remaining at a safe distance. If anything, he wanted to feel the electricity again, it was unlike any physical thing he’d felt before, and left him with a sense of adrenaline that had him practically panting.

You nodded again, but your eyes were sad. You knew in a matter of hours this would be over and you’d never see Bob again. For a stranger, you felt it painfully hard to let him go.

You faked a smile and suggested you finish your picnic, changing the subject quickly. You asked Bob about his childhood, what he was like in school, and if he enjoyed his job. Bob knew something was wrong but understood you didn’t want to discuss it, so bought into your distraction.

Bob told you that he was quite nerdy in school, but his job as a detective had hardened him slightly, and brought him out of his shell.

He asked you why everyone thought you were a witch, and you laughed and told him because you were. Bob thought you were joking and laughed back, the incident prior being quickly forgotten as you enjoyed your company in the baking early afternoon sun.

The hours quickly passed and the sun began to set over the ocean. You felt as though you had been there mere minutes, not wanting to admit the day was soon to be over.

You both packed up the picnic basket and dusted off the blanket, before making your way back down the path back to the harbour. It was a silent walk, and Bob could sense the shift. Something was still eating away at you.

Once you reached the car, he opened the passenger door for you, but you didn’t move to climb in. You stayed on your spot and bit the inside of your cheek, contemplating your next words.

You took a deep breath and sighed, “I really like you, Bob.”

His eyes lit up, and he smiled from ear to ear, smoothing his hair down as he walked towards you.

“I really like you too, Bree.” He breathed.

“But I can’t see you anymore.” You countered.

Bobs smile faltered. He laughed, “What do you mean?”

You sighed again, louder this time, covering your face with both hands as your frustration overtook you.

“Hey, hey! Bree, what’s going on?” Bob asked you, suddenly worried. He gently took your arms and pulled your hands away from your face, ignoring the force of the electric shock that shook through him.

You looked at him through watery eyes, “I wished for you, Bob.” You whimpered.

“Bree, that’s not a bad thing. I wished for you to.” He laughed gently, smiling down at you with so much affection it took your breath away.

You forced yourself out of his gentle grip and backed away from him slowly.

“You don’t understand.” You breathed.

“Then explain it to me, please.” He begged, walking towards you again.

“I can’t.” You shook your head, holding a hand out to stop him from coming any closer. “You need to go back home, Bob. I’m sorry.”

You turned and left Bob confused and dazed in the car park of the harbour, unable to comprehend what had just happened. His heart sank at the thought of never seeing you again, and the pulling feeling began to grow again, urging him in your direction as you walked away.

As you walked, you began to cry, and the further away from Bob you got, the darker the feeling inside you grew. Plants on either side of you began to wilt and die, as you climbed the steep winding road back to your house.

When you got home, you went straight to your bedroom. Your mom didn’t even need to ask what had happened, she knew, and she followed you to your bedroom to comfort you.

Bob climbed back in his car and just sat there for several minutes, he rubbed his jaw as he tried to make sense of everything. Bob had no idea what was happening, but he did know one thing.

He was not leaving.

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It took you a long time to fall asleep that night, and when you did, your dreams were plagued by horrible nightmares of Bob falling. He was falling deeper and deeper into a dark abyss, clawing at the air and crying out to you. His cries grew more and more desperate, until eventually he disappeared into the abyss and you woke up sweating. This happened three times, but on the third you woke up and the goosebumps were back.

You rubbed your arms in an attempt to get rid of them, but they stubbornly returned no matter what you tried.

Frustrated, you got up and went downstairs to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

About halfway down the stairs you heard the familiar clatter of the broom hitting the floor.

“What the?” You mumbled as you reached the bottom of the stairs. You walked into the dark kitchen and looked for any signs of life.

You snapped your fingers and the candles on the windowsill lit up, illuminating the kitchen in a soft glow. You filled up a glass of water and snapped your fingers again to put out the candles, before walking back up to bed.

You closed your bedroom door and walked over to your night stand, taking a sip of water and putting the glass down, before climbing back into bed in the hopes of getting a decent sleep until morning.

Laying back on your pillow, you closed your eyes and breathed. “Go to sleep. Go to sleep.” You begged yourself, focussing on the bursts of colour behind your eyelids.

Just as you felt yourself dozing off, you thought you heard a light tapping noise. Your eyes flew open as you strained your ears.

You couldn’t hear anything, so you closed your eyes again, but it wasn’t long before there was another slightly louder tap.

Sitting up in bed, you strained your eyes, trying to figure out what the source of the noise was.

Tap.

The window.

You got out of bed quickly and crossed the room to the big window that overlooked the back garden and cliffside.

Tap. A stone.

You opened the window and leaned out to check who it was throwing stones at your window so late at night.

Your breath caught in your throat as your heart stuttered.

“Bob?”

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- Chapter 3 Here -

Notes: I just wanted to say a huge thank you to every like and reblog so far💛 it means so much that people are enjoying this story and thank you in advance to everyone who shows the love!

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Kinkmas ‘22 — Day 4: Hayakawa Aki + Morning Sex

aki, on his day off, makes sure he takes time out of his morning to show you just how much he loves you. domesticity has never felt so good.  

CW: Consensual somnophilia. Brief mention of smoking. Brief mention of the reader wearing lipstick.

WC: 812 words.

Notes: aki my beloved... soooo, this one is a bit of a tease - sorry about that!! >:) i may continue it once kinkmas as a whole is done with, but we shall see. regardless, i hope you enjoy it!

Kinkmas Index

Aki considers every day that he wakes up next to you a good one. 

The life of a devil hunter is not a long one, so each day that passes with you in his life is one of the things that he wants to protect above all else.

Days off in which Aki wakes up next to you are better than good days - they’re his favorite kind of days. Today was one of those days.

Aki opens his eyes and looks towards your spot on the bed first, like always. You’re there, of course. The part of Aki that he can’t seem to shake - the one that panics every day about you being just a dream, or being taken away from him, or killed by a devil in your shared bed - is settled by the quiet sound of your breath as you sleep.

Affection floods Aki’s chest as you snuggle closer to him, your body unconsciously seeking his as if it knew he needed reassurance from the anxieties that constantly plagued him. As much as he’d love to lay here for the rest of the morning with you cuddled up to his chest, something else is tugging at his mind. A cursory look down reveals the problem, his cock standing stiff beneath his loose briefs.

The problem makes it almost impossible to cuddle up to you any longer. Aki has impeccable self-control, except when it comes to you. All he can think about is sliding the blankets down and enveloping you in his warm body whilst he presses his lips to your chest and ruts his aching cock against your sex— The twitch of his cock at the thought pulls a groan from his throat. He wants you so bad that he can taste it. 

You’ve discussed the idea of waking each other up with sex before, and Aki had been surprised by how readily you had agreed. As long as you liked it, Aki was into it - he lived to please you. The few times he’d tried it you’d responded so needily, even in your sleep. It had made Aki come faster than he wanted to, but how could he not? The idea wasn’t what was stopping Aki right now; it was that you looked so peaceful lying on his chest, arms askew and lips slightly parted as you slept.

Your lips, though… Aki can’t help but conjure a filthy thought about having those pretty lips wrapped around his cock. 

[ He thinks about the mornings in which you both stand on the balcony before work while he smokes and you stare out at the city. Some days, you take his cigarette from his hand and take a drag, leaving the mark of your lipstick around the white stick. He scolds you, tells you it’s not good for you… But he can’t deny how much seeing your lipstick around his cigarette turns him on. Other mornings, you get down on your knees and leave his cock marked with your lipstick, knowing it’ll drive him wild for the rest of the day. ]

God, he loves you, and god does he really want to fuck you right now. He wants to show you how much he loves you, how much he worships you… And so he will, his self-control finally snapping when your arm brushes unconsciously against his cock. 

Aki carefully moves from under you, maneuvering you so that your head was laying on the pillow he was just occupying. The sunlight filtering through the blinds illuminates your sleeping form, and he swears he could stare all day - you look ethereal, like something out of a dream. 

He can’t hold back any longer.

Aki leans down to nuzzle into your neck, inhaling deeply, the scent of you intoxicating. He would never tire of it, and the lingering trace of his cologne under your natural scent made the possessive side of him flare up. You mumble something incoherent as Aki works your sleep shirt up so that he can press his lips against your exposed skin, trailing chaste kisses down the column of your throat until he’s reached the space in between your chest. 

Aki ghosts his lips across your nipples, chuckling to himself when you squirm. He performs the action again, and then another time, until your nipples are hard and straining in the cool air. It’s then that he finally wraps his mouth around one, sucking gently. You moan in your sleep, encouraging Aki’s ministrations. The sound of your sweet voice makes Aki’s cock throb, but it’s the last thing he’s concerned about - all he wants to do is worship you. He would worship you forever if he could.

It doesn’t feel like there’s enough time for Aki to show you how much he cherishes you - but in these mornings, when the only thing that exists is the two of you, he can try.

[buckyalpine]

Pretty Little thing Part 2

18 + Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage) A/N: Decided to break this into parts, protective mob bucky to the rescue, Rumlow can go choke. Please reblog, like and comment! 

Warnings: ANGST, forced marriage, abuse, swearing, FLUFF

Word count: 2k

Part 1 here

Rumlow barged into your room, grabbing you roughly by your hair, forcing you to look at him, his breath hot on your face, reeking of liquor.

“You want him?!”

You whimpered in pain as he continued to tug. He had never touched you before, this was the first time. You tried to shake your head in confusion but his grip on got tighter.

“You know who you stupid bitch, you took your time feeling him up, staring at him like a cock hungry whore”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, streaming down your face as you tried to answer.

“No! I-”

“SHUT UP” Rumlow let go of you as you fell to your knees, shaking as he began to pace around the room. “You are my wife. You only look at me like that, no someone else. I’ve been patient with you, letting you live your little fantasy, giving into all your stupid little needs.  You will give me what I want or the deal is over. You and your family can enjoy a new home 6 feet underground”

With that he walked out, leaving you sobbing on the floor.

The next morning, you sat at the edge of your bed holding ice to your bruised knees, freezing when you heard the door creak open.

“I’m leaving on business” Rumlow said coldly, his eyes emotionless as he stared at you. “You don’t need to come. Don’t leave the house until I’m back”

“I-I have dinner r-reservations..” Your voice was barely above a whisper, trembling wondering if he would forbid you from going, though you had told him about the plans earlier.

“For what?” He glared at you, daring you to answer.

“M-my cousin. I was going to see her…I told you a little while ago but maybe you f-forgot” You stared at the floor, frozen in place. Up until yesterday he had never touched you. You felt your stomach knot, knowing that wouldn’t be the last time. 

“Fine. Walker will accompany you” He wasn’t allowing you to go out of the kindness of his heart. Ever since he married you, he had managed to secure more business deals, his reputation improving because others thought he changed into a family man. If anyone caught wind of how things really were, he would have to bury you and play the role of a weeping widower to maintain his new image. He didn’t have time for that just yet, so he reluctantly agreed.

You arrived at the restaurant, sipping your wine at the bar, happy to have a night for yourself. You did make plans to see your cousin there but she wasn’t going to be able to make it, something you knew the same day you discussed going out. However it had been ages since you were allowed to go anywhere by yourself so you kept the reservation hoping to have a night of peace. Minus Rumlow’s left testicle Walker lurking somewhere in an alleyway getting blown off. God all it took was something breathing with boobs to grab his attention to fuck away from watching you.

You had spent the evening doing your makeup and hair, going for a sultry look you’d never wear around the unneutered hound you had for a husband. You slipped on a slightly more daring dress, the dark green material hugged your body perfectly, showing off your legs with a high slit on the side.

Bucky’s eyes hadn’t left you ever since you walked in. He sat the bar with Steve and Sam, discussing upcoming shipments but his mind was glitching as he watched your tongue dart out to catch a drop of wine dripping off your lips. Those sweet soft lips.

“Well I can see why you’re so fucked, she’s sexy” Sam smirked, watching his friend gaze at you with heart eyes. “Man you got it bad”

“Shut up” Bucky groaned. He knew he wasn’t supposed to look at you that way; you were married albeit it wasn’t something you were happy with. Still, he couldn’t help it. Your dark makeup enhanced your eyes; your skin was glowing under the dim lights of the bar.

Steve shook his head, throwing his napkin at Bucky’s head to snap him out of his trance. “Enough ogling you punk”

Bucky shot Steve a glare, mostly because he felt like he was being interrupted from admiring artwork. That’s what you were. “I’m not ogling, I’m admiring”

“Sure”

You turned around, hearing a very familiar voice nearby, your eyes meeting with Bucky’s. You immediately looked away, warmth spreading across your cheeks, your heart racing.

He was handsome. So fucking handsome. His dark chestnut hair contrasted nicely with his tan skin. His lips were perfect, pink and soft. His beard made him look so….soft and fluffy. He dressed casually, different from the suit you had seen him in the first time you met. He had on a tight black shirt and pants, his dark grey metal arm you hadn’t noticed before, glowed under the soft lights. Everything about him was beautiful and God what the fuck were you thinking. Stop. You sighed, brining your glass to your forehead hoping the coolness would ease some of your nerves.

“Doll?” Against his better judgement, Bucky made his way to you, his own heart racing with the scent of your soft perfume. Steve rubbed his temples, wishing he could put Bucky on a leash until he was trained to keep it in his pants. Though he also knew this went beyond your beauty. You were trapped with a monster and Bucky wanted to set you free.

“Hi Mr. Barnes”, You smiled shyly, your eyes focused down on your glass, fear gnawing at the back of your mind knowing you’d be in trouble if Rumlow found out.

“You don’t have to call me Mr. Barnes y/n, just James is fine” Bucky smiled softly at you, before his eyes hardened as he saw the bruises on your knees, his hands balled into fists. He wished he could whisk you away in his arms, protect you from people that hurt you. Bucky nodded at the hostess at the front signaling for her to clear the restaurant. You looked around wide eyed as everyone began to leave. A cool hand on your knee stopped you from getting up.

“Its okay, I asked them to leave. It’s just us now” Your eyes darted across the now empty restaurant, then back at Bucky, panic written across your face. “Doll it’s okay”

You looked at the exit, relaxing a bit when you saw Steve and Sam guarding the doors, preventing anyone from entering.

“Y/n….” Bucky spoke softly as you gazed up at him, feeling yourself getting lost in his eyes again. “Did he do this to you?”

You sat motionless, unsure of if you should lie or tell him the truth.

“No, I just had a fall, I spilled something and I-”

“Y/n don’t…”

“I-I, he didn’t, I f-fell-” You stumbled over your words, gasping at the feeling of a cool hand wiping away tears you didn’t notice spill onto your cheeks. You bit your lip, holding back the sob that was threatening to slip out. Bucky gently stroked your arm, fearing hugging you would over step, using all of his restraint not to pull you in his arms.

“I’m so scared” your voice came out a whisper as your composure fell apart. You let yourself fall onto Bucky’s chest, clutching his shirt as sobs began to wrack your body. Bucky didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly while stroking your hair, already planning on setting up an appointment for Rumlow to meet Satan, that fucker wasn’t going to heaven. Bucky rocked you, as you continued you cling onto him never wanting to leave the safety of his arms.

“Come with me doll” Bucky pulled back taking your hand, leading you to a private room at the back of the restaurant. It was softly lit with a large couch that sat in front of a fireplace and plush rug that covered the floor. The space was cozy, like something out of a fairy tale.

Bucky led you to the couch as he started the fire, smiling to himself over your quizzical face. He turned around surprised to find you seated on the rug leaning against the couch.

“Why are you on the floor” he chuckled before taking a seat beside you.

“I like sitting on the floor, its more…comfy” You blushed down at your hands, fiddling with the large stupid ring that reminded you of your fate.

Bucky bit his lip, you were so fucking adorable, how anyone would have the heart to mistreat you, he couldn’t understand.

“I thought you’d feel more comfortable here,” Bucky took a breath before continuing “Does he hurt you y/n?”

You stared at the fire, as your eyes watered. “No. At least not until now” you whimpered, curling you legs in to make yourself small and ground yourself.

Bucky remained silent, not wanting to upset you further draping his arm over you. Your body began moving faster than your mind could comprehend as you crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. You missed his soft strong touch, the way his arms made you feel secure. In the torturous months you had been married, Rumlow’s touches and holds had been possessive. There was no softness or warmth; only lust and desire to keep you. You craved to be held, loved, to feel something again. You felt it again with Bucky.

Bucky rubbed your back, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Tell me something that makes you smile”

“What?” You looked up at Bucky confused as he smiled down at you, brushing your hair away from your face.

“What makes you smile doll?”

You giggled, fuck he wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

“I like…animals?”

“and what else?”

“Flowers. Like pink peonies. I love books, I really like chocolate, the ones that are also crunchy. I looove pasta”

“Keep going” Bucky felt his heart flutter as your face brightened, your eyes sparkling. He noticed dimples on your cheeks that he never saw before, this being the first time your smile met your eyes.

“I love blankets, fuzzy socks. I really love the smell of lavender. Oh! I also really love….” You stopped, a blush spreading across your cheeks before you finished your sentence.

“What is it doll”

“No, you’ll think I’m weird or too old”

Bucky shook his head, urging you to continue.

“I liked stuffed animals. Not in a weird way! I just think they’re so adorable and soft. I also really like drawing, but I’m not good at it, I just li-

Bucky’s lips cut you off, as his hands moved to cup your face, holding you close to him. You froze before melting into the kiss, letting your arms wrapping around his waist.

Bucky’s mind caught up with what he was doing, breaking away and sitting back to create some distance between you both. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that”

You shook your head, moving back as your body screamed to go closer, feel his touch again.

“I- its okay” You smiled softly, settling beside him not wanting to leave the safety of the room. You felt anxiety creep its way up at the thought of going home, something Bucky immediately noticed.

“Doll are you okay? I’m so sorry I over stepped, I shouldn’t’ have-”

“I don’t want to leave” Bucky’s heart melted at your words. “Please?” You looked at him with pleading eyes; you just wanted to stay in his arms where it felt safe.

Your eyes darted around the room as you suddenly realized it was getting late. “I- will they close soon? I don’t- won’t the owner be upset?” You shifted nervously as Bucky rested a hand on top of yours.

“We can stay here all night doll, Stark won’t mind”

*** Brock glared at his phone screen of the image he received from Walker of you sipping on your wine glass, no cousin in sight. The dress exposed all of the curves you never showed him, your makeup done as you dolled yourself up for others. The screen cracked under his grip and he began to wonder what else you did that night.

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Part 3 

[calumsrockstar]

Surf's up - Ashton Irwin

a/n: possibly thinking of making this into a series?

Word count: 1.4k

Where you go to the beach, and you encounter a very sexy australian surfer

contents: fluff, swearing, weed use

Surfer!Ashton x Reader (fem)

You were always a fan of the beach, the way sand felt on your toes, how salty the water was... But, since your family went on a holiday every summer, it turned out to be a bore.

"y/n y/l/n! you are going to the beach whether you like it or not!" Your mother exclaimed. You rolled your eyes. "I don't get why you force me to do these things." You exclaimed.

You felt like a teenager again, being pushed into trips with your family, the problem was, you were an adult now, and still were being treated like a kid.

"Fine, but I won´t have to stay with you guys the whole time! Deal?" You asked your parents. "That´s fine." Your dad replied.

You finally got to the beach house. Immediately you put on your bathing suit and went to the beach.

One of the things you enjoyed the most was making sandcastles, even though you were 20 now, this reminded you the most of your childhood, comforting you in ways that touched your soul.

While you were making your sandcastle, someone bumped into it, destroying the whole thing. "What the fuck? Watch where you´re going!" You screamed. "Sorry..." You heard a voice from above you.

You looked up, and there he was, his brown hair, lightened from the sun, his tan skin, slightly sunburnt, and the most beautiful green eyes you´ve ever seen.

He reached down with his hand, pulling you up. "I´m sorry, I can help you rebuild it?" He said. And he had an australian accent. God damnit.

He looked you up and down. He was thinking the same as you, your hair was curled from the salt water, your delicate face, and the way your coverup hugged your body made him stare.

"It´s fine, don´t worry about it... I´m way too old to be making sandcastles anyway." You rubbed your hand at the back of your neck and laughed. He smiled back.

"I think it´s adorable." He winked. You started blushing. "Are you from around here?" He asked. "No i´m just here on vacation with my family." You replied.

"Oh... that´s too bad." He uttered. You raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Why´s that?" You asked. "I was just wanting to know you better." He smiled. Your legs went weak.

"Well, I think i´d like to get started by knowing your name first, mystery man." You laughed.

"The name´s Ashton, what about yours?" You grinned. "I´m y/n, nice to meet you." You stuck out your hand, into his, creating an awkward handshake.

"I don´t know if this is too sudden, but... Would you like to hang out at another beach tonight with some friends? It´s something casual, just a few buddies." He asked, tugging at his green choker, with a pearl on the center. "Yeah, i´d love to." You replied.

"Awesome, would you give me your number so I can give you the info?" He questioned.

"Yeah, no problem, my phone´s just in my bag, i´ll go get it." You turned around and walked to your beach chair. Ashton turned around, trying not to stare.

You gave him your number, and to text it to know if he got it right. You recieved a notification saying "Hello, nice to meet you, y/n." You smiled.

"See you tonight then." You smirked, showing the dimples on your face.

"See you." Ashton said. When you left, he couldn´t hide his joy, wiping the smile off his face.

The evening came, you went to go take a shower, wondering what would happen tonight. You washed the salt off your skin and shampooed and conditioned your hair.

You finally picked out an outfit. A white skirt paired with a pink bikini top.

You braided your hair and put on some mascara, breathing deep. "We´re just gonna hang out", you told yourself.

Meanwhile, Ashton was at Calum´s house, accompanied by Mike and Luke, were getting ready.

"So... you finally got yourself a girl?" Calum asked Ashton. "She´s not my girl, she´s just someone I met, we´re just gonna hang out." He replied.

"That´s not what you sounded like when you were describing her to us." Luke said.

Michael teased Ashton, repeating what he said. "Oh! She´s so pretty! She seems perfect." He exclaimed while putting a hand on his forehead.

"Shut the fuck up dude..." Ashton said, combing through his hair and putting on a floral red shirt.

It was finally time, the sky was clear and the night was warm, Calum, Mike, Luke and Ashton were sitting around a campfire at the beach, waiting for you, listening to the crackling of the fire.

You arrived, walking, since the beach was not far from your house and Luke was the first to see you.

"Dude, is that her?" He asked Ashton. All of them turned to look at you. "A bit out of your league, don´t you think Ash?" Michael punched him in the shoulder. "Smokin´ hot." Calum agreed.

Ashton ran up to greet you, and you both hugged. "Hi." You giggled and looked into his eyes. "I was thinking you would never show up, you look good." He laughed.

Luke looked at the boys. "We´re literally a collective third wheel right now."

He held your hand to bring you to the other guys, they all stood up and hugged you, then you all sat down around the campfire, you were sitting in the middle of Calum and Ash.

"Guys, this is y/n." He said, introducing you.

"So, what brings you here to our beautiful beach hangout spot?" Calum laughed, taking a drag of his joint. "Well, i´m here with my family on vacation, not really by choice. But I got invited by Ashton here, so it´s not that bad." You winked.

"How did you two meet?" Michael asked.

"I was just surfing on the beach, and I knocked over her sandcastle." Ashton laughed. "Yup, true story." You agreed.

"You smoke?" Calum asked you. "Occasionally..." You smiled. Calum laughed and passed the joint to you, the light dimming down with the wind.

Calum passed you the lighter. "Ash, can you help here?" You asked. He put his two hands over the joint while you light it. Looking at you, thinking about how lucky he was to have met you. You took a puff.

"Thanks." You smiled up at him. "No problem." He blushed.

Calum looked over to Luke and whispered. "You could cut the tension here with a knife." Luke giggled.

Luke whispered something in Calum´s ear. "Well, we´re going inside, we´ll let you two be." Calum exclaimed. Michael also understood the message, and left with them.

You looked at Ashton, and he shrugged his shoulders. "You can finish it." You told him, passing the joint to him, watching him take one last puff, throwing it on the sand.

"I have an idea." Ashton smiled. "What?" You asked him. He took you by the hand and dragged you close to the ocean.

"Let´s jump in." He told you. "Are you crazy? it´s like 10 PM." You laughed at him.

"Who cares? I promise to save you if you drown." He told you. You punched him in the arm. "That´s not funny!" You laughed. "It´s a little bit funny." He replied.

"Okay fine, but baby steps." You told him, taking off your skirt. He froze, and you smiled. "Hey, my eyes are up here." You laughed. "Sorry."

He took off his shirt and took your hand.

He tricked you, he picked you up and ran into the ocean with you, as you screamed and laughed. "Ashton! Put me down! I don´t wanna wet my hair!"

You both splashed in the water together, fully submerging yourselves.

You came up for air, so did he. "Too late, princess." He smiled.

You couldn´t even be mad at him, he looked so beautiful in the moonlight. His hair going curly after it got wet.

He took your face in his hands and pulled it closed to your face. "May I?" He asked. You smiled and nodded.

He placed a kiss on your lips, momentarily breaking because of the force of the waves, but kissing again after.

You both got out of the water, and you started running. "Where are you going?" He asked you. "Come get me and you'll see!" You shouted.

Ashton ran after you, and soon enough he caught up and wrapped his arms around you. "What was that?" He asked you, turning you to face him. "Wanted to feel you hold me."

"There's more than enough time for that." He smiled and kissed you again, more passionately.

"I'm so glad I met you, y/n." He told you.

"Me too, Ash."

[pastelwitchling]

if you're still taking prompts--after they get out of the pocket dimension, kyle is working on healing and alex, and michael just goes off on everyone because if they'd let him go after alex when he first realized he was missing, then alex wouldn't be as sick

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“He’ll be fine, Michael.”

Michael leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his fingers interlocked tightly. He and Liz, Max, Isobel, Maria, Rosa, and Dallas sat outside Deep Sky’s infirmary as Kyle tended to Alex inside. None of them were allowed in, not even Alex’s fiancé, and Michael’s nails were carving into the backs of his hands.

“Kyle knows what he’s—”

“It’s radiation poisoning,” he cut his sister off through gritted teeth. “That’s enough to kill any human. And there’s no cure. So maybe Deep Sky’s prototype does work, but if you try to tell me one more time that Alex isn’t any danger and it isn’t my fault, I swear I’m gonna rip that door off its hinges.”

Nobody dared speak after that. Max squeezed his shoulder once, but Michael’s entire body felt like it was crawling with bugs. The only person he wanted touching him was Alex, and his fingers itched to touch him back.

He heard a low, guttural scream from inside, and he flinched, gripping his hands hard enough to claw his own skin off, his eyes shut tight.

“Oh my god,” Liz breathed, running a hand through her hair. “Is he supposed to be in this much pain?”

“R-Ramos . . .” Michael tried, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ramos s-said—”

But Alex’s suffering sounded again and Michael was left speechless, trembling in his seat. Isobel finished for him.

“Eduardo said that because the treatment was still new, they couldn’t factor in any kind of anesthetic.”

Another scream, and Michael ducked his head, hands digging through curls and pulling at the roots. He didn’t dare cover his ears; he’d spent enough of Alex’s life not knowing anything about his suffering. He was going to know every second of it now.

“Michael,” Max said, then more sternly, “Michael, you’re making the damn building shake.”

Michael clenched his jaw hard enough to taste blood. For Alex, and only for Alex, for his surgery, Michael forced himself to calm down.

He brought his hands down slowly. “He shouldn’t even be in there,” he growled. “He shouldn’t have spent any time down there. I should’ve noticed he was gone, I should’ve realized that he would check in with me that first night, I should’ve known something was wrong.”

“Michael,” Max started, “Alex doesn’t blame you.”

“Well, he should!” he stood, chest to chest with his brother. “If nothing else, he should blame me for listening to any of you! I should’ve jumped into that damn hole the second I found out where he was!”

“And then what?” Max demanded. “The liminal space was set to collapse as soon as you set foot inside.”

“You got us out, Michael,” Isobel reminded him. “You didn’t just save Alex from that place, you saved us all—”

“I DIDN’T DO A DAMN THING!” he snapped. “I panicked, Alex gave me the idea to save us! He wouldn’t hear a single word against me, AND I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HE WAS GONE!”

He exhaled shakily, collapsing into his chair. He slumped without any strength left to sit up straight let alone fight anyone else.

“Alex is tough,” Dallas tried. “He’ll make it out of this, good as new. I really believe that, Michael.”

A tear rolled down Michael’s cheek. “He was gone,” he croaked, “and I didn’t know. If it had been him, he would’ve jumped in. He would’ve done anything for me . . . and I just left him there.”

“Michael . . .” Max started, but didn’t seem to know what to say. Michael didn’t think there was anything to say. So he sat there, waiting in miserable silence. Until Kyle finally came out.

Michael was on his feet in a second. “Tell me,” he demanded.

Kyle sighed, weary. Michael had a feeling he hadn’t fared much better against Alex’s screams. “He’s in pain. A lot of it. It’ll take him a few days to recover . . .” a small smile tugged at his lips. “But it worked. The radiation’s gone.”

Michael felt like his heart had fallen right into his stomach. But he couldn’t stop his trembling fingers, not until he saw his fiancé.

“Can I see him?”

“Well, actually—Guerin!” Kyle tried to stop him, but Michael was already barreling his way into the room. Alex sat up in his hospital bed in a cluster of pillows, his eyes shut, a slight pinch in his brows. Michael was at his side in an instant, taking Alex’s hand in his. With his other hand he brushed back Alex’s bangs, and he could hear Kyle groan in resignation behind him and close the door. Alex’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, baby,” Michael whispered, instinctively leaning in. “You feeling okay?”

Alex swallowed. “I . . .” he tried, but his voice was too hoarse. Michael hurriedly looked around for some water, and found a jug. He held a cup to Alex’s lips, and cupped his jaw as he drank, and soon Alex was taking the cup from him. “I can drink by myself, honey.”

The ball of tension in Michael’s chest loosened even more at the nickname, and he smiled, relief coloring his voice. “I want to do it for you.”

Alex seemed to hear the fear just as much as Michael did because he met his gaze and his smile softened.

“Guerin, I’m okay.”

Michael nodded, taking Alex’s hand in his again. “I—I know, I know.”

Alex tilted his head. “Do you? Because you’re cutting off my blood supply.”

Michael realized Alex’s fingers were turning white and he quickly loosened his hold. Alex, however, only laughed. Then the laugh became a wince and he was doubling over, his hand on his chest.

“Alex?” Michael gasped, rubbing his back.

“I’m okay,” Alex said automatically. “I’m okay, I’m fine.” Slowly, Michael helped him back onto his pillows, and Alex hugged his arm, keeping him close. “Kyle warned me I’d be in pain for a while.”

“That’s okay,” Michael assured him at once. “We can push our wedding back a week or two.”

“Screw that,” Alex laughed. “I’m marrying you today. Just as soon as I’m strong enough to stand.”

Michael laughed, unable to help it, even as more tears rolled down his cheeks. He quickly wiped them away with his forearm and pressed a hard kiss to the top of Alex’s head. “Don’t let Liz hear you say that, she’ll kill you.”

“Is she here?” he blinked.

“Everyone is,” he told him, and Alex shook his head, brows furrowed.

“Don’t you guys have to stop Clyde? What’re you worrying about me for?”

Michael licked his lower lip, and heaved a sigh. “I really hope that was a joke, Manes. You think I’d be anywhere else?” He looked down. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about—”

“No.”

Michael looked up, startled. “What?”

“No,” he repeated. “No, Guerin. Because I know you, and I know what this is, and I know what you’re going to say. And I don’t want to hear it.”

“You would’ve noticed if I was gone that long,” Michael insisted, needing to say it out loud and needing Alex to acknowledge it.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done,” he said quietly.

“You can’t keep letting me off the hook, Alex!”

Alex stared at him a moment. “Fine. I would’ve noticed you were gone. All I thought while I was there was when you were coming to get me. And eventually, I started to give up hope that you ever would.” His tilted his head and whispered, “Is that better?”

Michael couldn’t look away from him, even as another tear fell, and this time he made no effort to stop it. So Alex did. He brushed it away with his thumb, and moved aside on his bed with a wince to make room for the cowboy.

Michael sat down beside him, interlocking their fingers. A long moment of silence passed in which they simply absorbed the truth that sat between them, and then Michael said, “I’ll earn all of that trust back—no. I’ll just earn it, Alex. Nothing matters to me—nothing—as much as you. Nothing comes close. You’re my home, and I’m going to spend the rest of our lives taking care of you, I promise.”

“I never needed you to take care of me, Michael,” Alex smiled warmly, tracing his jaw with the tips of his fingers. “I can take care of myself.”

He clenched his jaw and squeezed Alex’s hand tighter. “I want to do it for you, Private. Everything. Anything. I’d do it all for you.”

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤

[gaybananabread]

Nightmare

I rewatched some epidoes and got the idea for this.

Ler: Stolas

Lee: Blitz

Summary: Blitz wakes up after a nightmare, and Stolas has an idea to cheer him up.

Warnings: mentions of sex (gotta expect that), swearing (duh). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

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You'll never have true friends. You'll never find true love. Remember Striker? You can't even tell who's a friend and who wants to hurt the people you're closest to.Your employees all hate you. Luna can't even bare to spend 10 minutes with you unless she has her phone to ignore you with. YOU WILL DIE COLD AND ALONE!

Blitz shot up, panting, tears streaming down his face. Stolas was above him, staring down with a concerned look on his face. He'd had another nightmare, and apparently woke Stolas up at some point. God damnit.

He turned away from the bird, curling into a ball. This was the first night he had one with Stolas around. He had come to return the book, had sex with Stolas, and fallen asleep. Shit, he didn't want that damn owl to see him like this. He looked weak.

"Blitz, are you alright?" He just grunted, still trying to dry his face. Damn nightmares, damn book, damn Stolas. Why the fuck did he have one tonight of all nights.

Stolas went over to hug him, brushing his feathery arms on his sides. He didn't expect the sound Blitz made. It was between a snort and a yelp.

"Was that a-" "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" The imp started squirming and struggling to get out of his grip. "But I fucking do." He started fluttering his fingers in Blitz's sides, and he tried his fucking best not to laugh.

"Come on now, Blitzy. You know you want to laugh, just let it out. I want to hear it, my little imp." Fuck, he was making this hard. When he reached a rib, the dam broke, and loud belly laughter rang out through the room.

"FUHUHUHUHUCK! STOHOHOHOLAHAS NOHOHOHOHO! YOU AHAHAHASS!" He was flopping around, smacking at Stolas's hands. There was only one thought in the bird's head: He is so fucking cute!

Stolas let his hands wander upwards, landing on his ribs. Blitz laughed harder, clawed at his hands and thrashed around. "SHIHIHIHIHIHIT! LEHEHEHET MEHE GOHOHOHO YOUHU DIHIHIHIHICK!"

The bird boy only stayed there a second or two, going back to gentle fluttering on his sides. "You know, you have an adorable laugh." Blitz blushed, though you could really only see it on the white side of his face. "SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIRD DICK!"

Stolas scoffed, grabbing Blitz's arms and pulling them over his head. "I'll show you a dick." Since he was about to die, Blitz might as well go out a smart-ass. "Youhu already dihihid." Instead of just one one hand, Stolas used his magic to hold up the imp's arms and dug in with both.

"WAHAHAHAIT FUHUHUHUCK IHIHIHI'M SAHAHAHARRY!" He pulled as hard as he could to get his arms down, but they were frozen in place. Not being able to move them somehow made it worse.

"I didn't expect that much of a reaction, Blitzy! You really are tickilish!" When he said 'ticklish', Blitz laughed even harder, squealing a little. "What, ticklish? Does that make it tickle more? Tickley, tickle, ticklish Blitzy!" A loud snort came out through his laughter.

"Was that a snort? That was adorable! Do it again, my ticklish little imp!" Fucking bird! "OHOHOHO MYHEHEHE GOHOHO*snort*OHOD! STAHAHAHAP! STOHOHOHOLAHAS! *snort* SHIHIHIHIHIT!" Blitz kept twisting and tugging, but he couldn't move his arms even a little bit. Stolas was trying to kill him!

The owl man slowed a bit, tracing gently down his sides. "You have two choices. It's either your tail next or your horns. I'm dying to try either of them." They were both shit choices. He had no idea which would be worse. He didn't really want Stolas to mess with his head, so tail it is."Thehehe tahail."

"Excellent choice! Let's get you turned around here." Blitz felt something lift him off the bed and lay him on his stomach, Stolas sitting on his back facing his legs. At least he could wiggle a little bit this time. "3, 2, 1..... GO!"

"HahaHAHAHAHO SHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUHUCK NO NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! *snort* STOHOHOLAHAS! DAHAHAHAHAMIHIHIHIT!" Stolas was scratching at the base of his tail, and fuck it tickled! He squirmed and pushed, but he couldn't do anything about his situation. He was screwed.

"Oh my! I'm barely even touching you, and you're laughing this hard! It must tickle very much!" Blitz pounded his claws on the mattress, trying anything to ease the ticklish shocks flowing throughout his body. It didn't do anything, though.

Tears of mirth streamed down the imp's face, which was a red, blushing mess. "PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHO*snort*HO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! MOHOHOHOHOVE!" Stolas smirked. "If I move, I'm going to your horns, Blitzy. You still want me to?" He nodded his head frantically. "YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEAHSE MOHOHOHOHOVE!"

Stolas turned around so he could reach his head, re-pining Blitz's hands under his knees. He stared to pinch at the skin around his horns, pulling bubbly laughter from the poor demon below him. "STohohoHOLAHAS! NohoHOhoho! QuIHIHIT ihihit!"

Stolas thought that laughter was fucking adorable. "You are so adorable, Blitzy. I should tickle you more often, yes?" Blitz shook his head as hard as he could. "NOHOHOHOhoho!" "We'll agree to disagree."

Tickling this cute little imp would outweigh watching demonic soap operas any day. He got to see Blitz so happy, carefree, and cute. He would definitely ask about the nightmares later, but for now, he would focus on this moment.

"I'm going to do one last thing, Blitzy. Then we'll be done. Sound good?" "YeheHEHES! JUHUhust gehet it OHOHOVER WIHIHITH!" Stolas flipped his over onto his back, and what he saw made his heart do backflips. Blitz was blushing like a tomato, tears of mirth on his face. His smile was so big it could spit his head in half.

Back to the matter at hand. He leaned down and began to nibble at the smaller demon's belly button. Blitz cackled. "NAHAHA! AHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!" He thrashed around and pushed at Stolas's head, which honestly only made the little nibbles tickle more.

After two or three minutes, he stopped. The blue bird climbed off of him, going to get a glass of water. He came back and gave it to the panting imp, who gulped it down in seconds.

"Youhuh're an ahasshahat, Stoholas." This earned him a sharp poke to the side, making a stream of little giggles pour out. Him and Stolas sad there on the bed together, just listening to eachother breath.

Blitz had completely forgotten about his nightmare.

[eternalsawake]

10 minutes | blackwatch!gabriel reyes x blackwatch!gn!reader

rating: teen - for swearing, depictions of violence, death? (also kinda angsty idk)

an: hi this is my first x reader TEEHEE i rly hope you enjoy n if this does well ALSO ur powers were heavily inspired by irelia from league of legends idk i think her powers are sick

the uproar of emotions that fell over gabriel’s body shook him to his core. the crackle of red, orange and yellow filled his eyes.

the explosion.

"it's probably nothing reyes, i'll be back in 10 minutes tops," they said.

the last look on their face before they ran off burned into gabriels memory, tugging at his heart strings. not once had they called him reyes. even when the two quarreled, he was still called "gabe" "gabriel" "cariño" but this was, this was different. they were furious, and had every right to be.

a few hours before - reader pov

it was a simple job. get what we needed and get out. genji, you, moira, cassidy, and commander reyes worked together like cogs in a clock, flowing smoothly, but it didn’t last for long. you knew gabriel reyes had a temper, all of blackwatch knew but tonight, he was more on edge than ever.

"the shot heard round the world" is what some people call an extremely loud sound; or in this case, gabriels shotgun puncturing through antonios chest, enough to see straight through as though the pit of a spyglass. "reyes what did you do?!" berated cassidy "this was NOT the plan."

"well.. looks like we're going with plan b." reyes stated as the alarms rang around the five. everyone readied for what was coming next. talon troops.

"cassidy. reyes. moira. take care of the ones above, genji and i will flank from behind." you ordered. all had obeyed, but gabriel was confused, distraught even. "since when were you one to give the orders?" he questioned. "since when were you one to shoot our target that we needed ALIVE?" you retorted back. "focus you two," genji interrupted, strumming his fingers against his grit chest plate. "we don't have much time." you scoffed and went with genji. as you turned around to face him, you felt a pair of eyes digging into your back. you knew it was gabes, and honestly you didn't care.

-

for the past year, you and gabriel had grown closer ever since. sure, being put on a probationary period for literally kicking reyes in the ass may have set back your relationship for a few months, yet you and him grew closer than ever. you two had been in a relationship for almost a year now: you truly loved him and he truly loved you. unfortunately, throughout the past couple of months, you and gabriel’s relationship had been edging towards the cliff.

doctor moira o’deorain, a brilliant scientist with a fixation on her erratic experiments. inflicting harm onto enemies AND being able to heal your allies was quite the impressive feat, but your indifference towards the doctor prevented any sort of friendship between the two of you. her offer to improve your skills still burned in your memory. you had trained for years, almost a decade, under the watchful lenses of the shambali. your body had found enlightenment, channeling that newfound energy to bend 5 carbon steel blades at your will. the thought that someone believed you needed artificial enhancement felt like she had spit on the shambalis teachings.

moira and gabriel became closer, sneaking away to her lab to do god knows what. at first, you believed he was cheating on you, or at least hiding something from you. the distinct mention of a wife rang from o'deorains lips quickly shut down your thought, but what was with the sneaking around? was reyes being experimented on without your knowledge? is that why he missed your last date? to be experimented on?

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the five agents had managed to ward off most of the troops, eventually escaping to the extraction point, only waiting for your drop ship to arrive. cassidy's voice yelled, "get DOWN." you turn and are met with talons assassin, clawing away at you. you were rendered useless as they pinned you down, slashing and clawing at you, until you heard a familiar booming voice, "stay down, this will be messy." a flurry of shadows, a death blossom drifted in the direction of the rogue assassin. shadows escaping around the figure, a swarm of shotguns pacing towards you and your attacker. gaining control of your blades, you used them to push the assassin off of your body. with one quick slash, the assassin dropped to their knees, gasping for any air they could receive before dying. the carbon blades floating around you stopped glowing as you turned to face the shadowed figure.

“gabriel??” genji questioned. all of blackwatch was petrified, the dilation of reyes pupils proved that even he was terrified of his own, raw power. as quick as a whip, cassidy’s mouth flung open, ready to vociferate his thoughts when your hand flew to his mouth. your incandescent facial expression painted on your perspiring face; ready to let all hell loose.

"are you SHITTING me right now gabe? what the actual hell was that? is this what you've been sneaking away to do? to become..THIS?" you barked. the adrenaline coursing through your veins like an indy 500 racer.

"i did it for you," he replied, softly.

"did what exactly gabriel? hide your little experiment from me? you missed nightly training AND not to mention, our last two dates? are you serious right now?"

"i did what i needed to do, and i know i should have told you, but this was MY choice," his tone of voice adjusted with each word that rolled off his tongue, growling bitterly between the small pauses.

"or did you just want your time in the spotlight like morr-" you retorted, but before you could even finish your sentence, your blackwatch pilot piped in. "sorry to interrupt your couples therapy commander, but i have visual on your position. i'm coming in for a landing, but it's gonna be hot."

"let's go, we will have a long debriefing ahead of us, won't we?" moira sniped. cassidy scoffed and he and genji waved down the blackwatch ship. as you were about to walk toward the ship, your senses were heightened, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. an unknown feeling, pulling you away from the incoming ship.

'leave.'

"i feel somethings off," you state, forcing the words to spill from your mouth, "i'm gonna run a quick perimeter check." genji and cassidy return a puzzled look in your direction. "we have cleared the area of all the troops, any more coming and we will be killed." genji specified. your vision shifts to cassidy, painted with a look that could bring tears to your eyes. "don't worry, it's probably nothing, but let me check, alright?" you replied.

"first giving orders, now going on your own? god what has gotten into you, hm?" the raspy voice questioned.

"it's probably nothing reyes, i'll be back in 10 minutes tops," you said, masking your internal anger and melancholia.

"just... be careful alright?"

you nod as you walk off, configuring your blades into a makeshift hoverboard, gliding back through the courtyard, into the art gallery, hopping off at the bridge. taking a moment to look out of the scenery. venice, italy. a gorgeous city filled with breathtaking views. as you stared off, taking in the night sky, you pondered yourself. you pondered blackwatch, overwatch in general, all of your feats and defeats: the memories flooding your brain like a tsunami. could you just give all that up? all that effort put in? at what cost?

composing yourself together, as you readjust your posture; you scan the scene. you see troops collapsed over the bridges railing, blood splattered across the ground. a set of clothes piques your interest. despite being so dull and quite plain, you immediately undress from your suit, peeling off every last layer. the clothes felt foreign, yet comforting. you jump immediately as your cochlea's hear a rolling sound, only to find out it's a barrel rolling in your direction. as you stop the barrel, you notice it's unfamiliar logo plastered on the side. explosive possibly? as you look up, your eyes dart to the knocked over barrels - with the exact same logo.

your stone cold expression formed into a small grin.

without thinking, you swipe the abandoned assault rifle from the deceased talon agent. by using your blades, you tear your suit into shreds. you messily toss the mangled artifacts of clothing around the barrels and run a solid 400 ft away from the barrels. you hoist the rifle up to your eye level, stabilizing your breathing for better control. your finger clicks the trigger, the knockback sending you back a few feet, as the bullet pierced through the barrels.

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as soon as gabriel reyes planted his left foot onto the dropship, an irregular tremor set him off balance. "what was that?" cassidy barked. "was it more talon troops? ...reyes?"

reyes was engulfed with the sight infront of him. the uproar of emotions that fell over gabriel’s body shook him to his core. the crackle of red, orange and yellow filled his eyes. his body gave out, instantly making him fall to his knees in anguish. "i'll go." said a sullen, soft voice. "no genji, let me do this." reyes choked out.

rising to his feet, he sprinted, going as fast as his legs would carry him. the sting in his calves, the tightness in his chest, it fell to the waist sides. the only thing that was on his mind was you. the explosion turned into a tremendous fire, roaring as high as the hilltops. gabriel ducked an incoming material on fire, unknown of what it was. as he was blowing on it, ceasing the fire, he noticed the familiar emblem sewn meticulously into place.

their blackwatch logo.

he couldn't hold back anymore. a eardrum blasting caterwaul rang from his mouth, a stream of tears gushing from his eyes. why..why did it have to be you? "it should've been me," he thought to himself. his scarred, blemished hand clutched the fabric, as his tears strolled down his face.

-

the faint wailing you heard just about shattered your heart. in the almost year of you and reyes dating, you had never heard so much emotion in his voice. yes, he did cry infront of you, but it was a one time thing. your body tugged at you to return, to embrace gabriel, to sob with him, but you knew this had to be done. to stop a wound, you first have to stop scratching it. stepping back from blackwatch, no, overwatch was your way of scratching it. you had to stop, you had to move on. who knows, you may return one day, when you are needed the most. but for now?

you right foot leads first, and without looking back, you take your first step.

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next part here (:

[coffeeshub]

Saw this and couldn't help it. Would prefer if you watch it when the reader does in the story! Thank you and enjoy!!

Here's a Sebastian Stan x Reader inspired by the above real. It's the reader's (Rhea, here. Sorry!?) first ever movie WITH Sebastian Stan, luckily(😮‍💨). I've scratched my head over this for one hour so it shouldn't be THAT bad. You are warned.

Warnings - Swearing and Sebastian Stan

((ughhh he's so fine I can't)

I absentmindedly scrolled through the explore page on my personal account. A few months ago, I wouldn't have done that while working on set with everyone around me. Why would I? The last thing I needed was anyone catching me with a explore page full of my co-star.

Now, don't get me wrong. That was before I got cast with him, on my very first gig, and we became friends for real. So naturally, I had to stop fangirling over him. Even though actually working with him did not help with that in the slightest.

I had tried to trick my algorithm into thinking I hated him. I disliked ALL the Sebastian Stan posts I had liked— and I'm not exaggerating when I say it took hours— and liked every non-Sebastian thing I could find. It did the trick, kind of. After a good 3 months, Instagram forgot that I was (am?) a Sebastian Stan obsess.

And yet there were a few times some reels dropped by, like now. I usually ignore them or scroll past, but this one caught my eye. The cover said 'Sexy Sebass' with Sebastian in a interview in the background. I couldn't help myself. I clicked on it and the real started playing with no sound and captions.

...

I burst out laughing. Literally. I knew Sebastian got embarrassed and hence annoyed at being called any variation of 'hot' or 'sexy'. I couldn't have imagined him saying that with such a straight face without having already unalived the person.

"What's so funny?" A voice whispered in my ear. I got as startled I could in my laughter haze, instinctively trying to back away from him. I'd already realised halfway that it was just Sebastian messing with me, but I felt a hand around my waist, pulling me back, closer to him where he could see my phone and what made me laugh so hard.

"Oyyy what?" I croak out, still laughing.

"So, what's so funny?" I only half registered the consequences as I extended my phone towards him, the reel being replayed on it trying to hold back my laugh.

As soon as he realized what it was about, I see half annoyance half amusement pass his face. He turned to me, his hand somehow still rested around my waist. "What the fuck do you watch in your free time?" He had a cute smile on, red in the face, trying to hide his embarrassed face.

I was so close to him, I could see the dimples forming on his cheeks, the way his face scrunched up slightly, the slight red across his face and couldn't stop the giggle. Given the laughter attack I was in just twenty seconds ago, I wouldn't say I was surprised as I dissolved into laughter again, but this time his arms around me, holding me upright.

"Shut up." I heard Sebastian mutter slowly, which didn't help except I laughed harder.

"Se-sexy Sexy Sebass?" I managed to grind out.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Sure you don't."

"Shut up, Ray."

"Now, vanilla ice, that's not a very nice thing to say to someone." God, I should stop laughing.

He groaned, throwing his head back in frustration, subconsciously pulling me closer.

I faltered. Too less air, I knew shooting at higher altitudes was a bad idea. Sebastian recollected himself and looked back at me. His eyes gleeming with something I had never seen with him before.

Closer than ever. Too close.

That stopped my laughing.

We were almost touching everywhere, with his one hand still on my waist, that had gotten higher, and mine awkwardly fitted between us, because the only other spot was his chest.

A small smug smile tugged on his face, eyes flickered with mischief and something else, and holy shit, I tried not to melt on the spot.

"Should I be worried about the fact that you were watching reels from a Sebastian Stan fanpage?"

Fuck.

Dumbfuck.

Dumbfuckingfuck.

D—

"Sebastian, Rhea, it's the next shot! Are you guys ready? "

Talk about saviours. I love you Mack.

"I– uh we should go. I've– uh– I gotta get ready."

I not-so-gratefully pulled myself away from him and rushed towards Mahia, my makeup artist, almost sure that my cheeks were burning red.

[nightscapepersona]

Fly V to the Moon - Ch. 21

“The one where they’re already making new plans… and life is sort of getting in the way?”

Hello again! Here is a snippet of the morning after the date… with a glimpse at the future. Plans will be made even in spite of that small dosis of reality that allowed itself in through the door. Leave a like if you enjoy it... it genuinely means a lot! :)

Pairing: Taehyung x OFC

Genre: Fluff, Idol AU, Coffee Shop AU, Café Singer OFC, Slow Burn

Warnings: Light swearing, but it’s all for banter. Again, this is fluff.

Word count: 1.2k (Super short chapters, so there will be a lot of chapters.)

Recommended Songs: Dream a little dream of me — covered by Kina Grannis

Summary: She’s a foreign elementary school teacher by day, a charming singer by night. Taehyung and company discover her at a small garden jazz café where she had a gig one night, only to find out from Jin that she was an arts teacher at a local school in Seoul — Jin's nephew and niece’s teacher, in fact. Taehyung finds himself on a surprise adventure to the moon.

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Fly V to the Moon — by Nightscape Persona

Chapter 21: “The one where they’re already making new plans… and life is sort of getting in the way?”

When Lia opened her eyes the next morning, she was on cloud nine. The warm, peachy sunlight filtering through the curtains was nothing to the peachy, giddy waves of tingling coursing through her skin.

Taehyung’s smile and coffee eyes materialized behind her eyelids every time she blinked. His face flushed amid his winter clothes. His beaming face millimeters from hers as he shook her shoulders. His molten chocolate eyes as he grazed her cheek with his fingers, almost about to—abort, abort, abort.

T’was too early for that shit. For heart palpitations and all that jazz. Lia pulled her bed covers above her head to suppress a squeal.

Yes, they had, in fact, gone on a date. And, yes, it had, in fact, been most wonderful. He’d been most wonderful. Is it safe to say he’d stolen her heart? Yes. Was it a bad idea to make such an assertion so early in the morning? Nah.

She was doomed. But we already knew that.

Lia’s phone buzzed, sending her into a jolt and out of the reverie. It buzzed again.

She huffed. She’d forgotten to put the phone on night mode. Why the fuck was it buzzing so early on a fucking Sunda—oh my god.

Never mind.

Sitting on her lockscreen were two texts from Taehyung.

Two texts that went something like:

              tvh: so

              tvh: second date when?

Excuse you?

Her heart dropped.

Checking her phone so early in the morning? Bad, bad decision.

A new text popped into the chat, and, after that, messages just kept streaming in.

              tvh: good morning

              tvh: sorry

              tvh: how rude

              tvh: to not say good morning

              tvh: or good afternoon

              tvh: whenever you see this

              tvh: just

              tvh: hello

              tvh: yes

              tvh: :)

The way she was so endeared.

Definitely a bad decision. To read such texts at such an hour.

Across Seoul, Taehyung was questioning his own bad decision to be all bravado and smart with his texts. He didn’t expect said texts to turn to “read” just seconds after he pressed send. Because that meant she was reading them real time. Hence the texting frenzy.

He decided to text something softer with his numb fingers. Numb from the giddy carousel of feelings he’d been feeling since the sun rose that morning.

              tvh: if we could make plans as soon

              as possible, that would be lovely, thank you.

Should he—? Yes.

              tvh: I want to see you again.

Worst case scenario, she’d say no, too soon. But they’d already come this far. What could go wrong?

              lia.jpg: yes.

Yes. She said yes. Yes.

              lia.jpg: :)

He buried his foolish grinning face deep into his pillow. He felt little tugs in his heart.

          lia.jpg: when did you have in mind?

When did you—oh, no.

          tvh: I asked you first

This Lia.

          lia.jpg: what about Saturday?

Saturday?

          tvh: ah, I have a schedule, sorry

          lia.jpg: and Friday?

          tvh: I… also have work

          lia.jpg: Sunday?

          tvh: I’m sorry :(

It’s okay, Lia. One week was too soon anyways.

          lia.jpg: what about the week after? :(

Taehyung felt a different kind of tugging in his heart.

This couldn’t be happening.

He clearly didn’t think this through.

Because he had the whole week after that one booked with work, seeing there was a comeback around the corner. And after that, they were set to travel to the States for several schedules over the course of… three weeks.

Three weeks.

Three weeks now. But… what about then? What about the future? There would always be stuff. Always time to compete with in order to make time for each other. Is this how it would always be?

He didn’t think this whole affair thro—no.

He needed to stop that.

He had a chance and he took it. It couldn’t have waited any longer. Or else they would never even gone out on a first date to begin with. Their strangers to acquaintances to first date phases had already been protracted enough. So what if they had to wait a little to see each other again? If she felt the same way he did, that would not matter.

He pushed those thoughts away.

What did matter, though, was him making a fool of himself by boldly asking “second date when?” like an idiot when he had to backtrack like that. He felt Jimin calling him a dumbass. He did not think, okay?!

Well… on the bright side, it wasn’t such a dumb move. It showed he loved spending time with her the day before and that he wanted to see her again. It maybe even painted him as desperate, but who cares (he cares, who are we kidding.)

Unless.

Unless he’s willing to risk looking even more desperate by offering a reckless alternative.

A sooner alternative.

Because he always could…

He had some free time that week.

That week meaning this week.

He could…

I mean…

What’s the worse that could happen? Lia says no, she can’t.

Lia!

He already took too long to answer. Lest she thinks he left her hanging… he should get typing. Or… he could call her.

He could just start a videocall, right now, and ask her. Voice to voice.

No, no, no. There’s something quite unheavenly about calling a virtual stranger at fuck o’clock the morning after the first date. Bad idea.

He’d text.

Maybe someday they’d be comfortable enough for that.

But not today.

Okay. So.

          tvh: I’m sorry. I won’t be able to make it for

          at least a month after this week

          tvh: but I could make it up to you

          tvh: and explain

          tvh: if you agree to go to dinner with me

          tvh: this Wednesday

          tvh: I know it’s too soon

          tvh: but are you free?

Lia felt her heart sink, then rise, then implode, all in the span of 7 texts.

Her heart sank like a rock in a pond at the first message. He wouldn’t be around for about a month. Which was not the end of the world. It had taken the whole of four months for them to get here. They could wait just a bit more. She could wait. If he felt anyway like she did, they’d stay in touch.

Her heart pounced with curiosity at the next couple texts. He wanted to make it up to her. Which meant he was already feeling like he was letting her down. Maybe? Maybe not? In any case, she could not let that happen. She was disappointed. Yes. But what’d she expect with his lifestyle? It wasn’t his fault. There was no way she’d allow it. She couldn’t stand for him to feel like this in the slightest. Not on her watch.

Then, he also wanted to explain, which made her the most curious. Explain why he wouldn’t be able to make it for at least a month? Lia’s heart also skidded, because that meant... that he cared about her knowing what he was up to. Which meant he held her in some kind of regard. She mattered enough for him to want to share a little something about his upcoming ventures (...or mundanities, a part of life which would be just as nice to be let into, in Lia’s humble opinion). Which made sense because they’d just gone on a date—an arguably very successful date—and he wanted to see her already.

And then he hit her with that dinner on Wednesday which was soon but was she free. Which set off an implosion. Naturally.

So he definitely wanted to see her. There’s that. He wanted to see her before going MIA. No matter how soon it was.

Lia muffled her squeal using her duvet. Again.

          lia.jpg: it is soon.

          lia.jpg: but I am free :)

Her phone buzzed once more.

          tvh: then it is not soon enough :)

Across Seoul, two grinning fools were grinning. Their heads spinning. Thoughts reeling. A good little something blooming in their chests. A peaceful little something strewn with anticipation. With a whirlwind, a beehive, a gushing river of hope, of plans, of possibilities.

With longing for another glimpse at that future promised by their little words.

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