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[louiesselfshipramblings]

Assorted Selfship Lore!!

Normally, I post the "main" selfship lore in posts of their own with a commissioned work, but since that well is a lil slow atm, I just gonna ramble on some lore nuggets I have for current f/os I have. Nothin in depth, but the general ideas.

Purah, as kinda my secondary main f/o, has a good bit. We actually knew each other before the events of BotW, though our relationship was a lot different back then. I was a doctor who worked under the crown, so we met up quite frequently. We were going strong for a few years, with plans to marry, until the Calamity happened. I was studying cryogenic preservation up in Hebra when it happened, and the ensuing chaos led to myself being frozen in suspended animation for nearly a century! Purah has bigger fish to fry and kinda lost her memory a bit when she went baby mode, so I wouldn't be found til about a year after Link defeated Ganon and search parties began to be sent out, when I was found frozen in the ice. Purah kinda laser focused on me for a good while, staying by me day in and day out til I fully thawed, and of course oversaw my rehabilitation. She felt a bit awful for the whole thing, but I assured her it was not her fault, and she did the best she could. What mattered most was that were were together again ❤️

I actually have a story with Odessa that takes place after her episode of the show. For backing, I was a elastic powered thief who traveled the world stealing what I wanted. I found out about Odessa during my time in New York, and fell for her. She initially just humored my advances, but she soon fell to my villainess charms and returned the feelings. After I broke her out, she became committed to joining me in robbing the world of whatever we wanted. I even helped rehabilitate her public image, so we could be out in public together yet again eheheh >:]

With Perona, I feel we met up during the two-year time skip. Probably one time when she left the island Zoro and Mihawk were at and explored the surrounding area. She found me alone, silently working on clothes of several varieties thanks to my Cloth-Cloth Fruit abilities. We had a rocky meeting, but things went on an upswing when I made her some new outfits. We got talking, bonding over our similar styles, and then one thing led to another, and we ended up dating :] I visited her and the others frequently, though neither Zoro nor Mihawk were the most...welcoming. I did at least supply Zoro with his new garb before he went off to Sabaody, and did tag along with Perona when she made sure he got there. We stick pretty close to one another, mainly cause, ya know, we're that kinda couple, heh 🩷

For Sombra, we met as Talon agents. Similar vibes, though I was more focused on "physical" hacking, so to speak. Started as a bit of a flirty rivalry that turned to actual flirting that turned to actual dating. We never stop being bad, but we do lay low several years down the line cause, wuh-o, she ended up pregnant with my kid! No idea how that happened...👀

D. Va is a similar case! Freelance agent who encountered her on a few missions. Rivalry started cause I called into question her skills, and that rivalry eventually blossomed into a romantic relationship. We're very open about it too, bothers everyone on the team lol.

Roz I'm kinda here and there about. It's def a kinda AU from the main film, with like anthro versions of the animal cast, cause ya know I def want Brightbill and Fink there. Question is do I wanna be anthro? Or just human? Prolly be a raccoon, cause that's my Mobian-sona. Then again, Roz has a history with raccoons, heh. Regardless, I am very much a robot kisser and I love being co-parents with her :]

Sybil is fun cause, I'm casting myself as a similar "dream warrior", known as The Oni. Cowl, Blue Spirit-esque mask, large ogre-like mace. Tanuki-Possum kinda creature. We're both busy people, but when we meet up, we make it count. We haven't committed to anything, but we are life partners, so there's that!

These next three, I think I made a post earlier about em, or at least the general idea. So, with Toy Chica, I'm introduced as like the new addition to the Fazbear cast, specifically as Chica's partner. She's a bit unsure about the whole deal, but when I turn out to be a lovable guy, genuinely kind, and a good cook, we form a genuine bond which slowly grows to be romantic. Might AU this a bit where like, they're still animatronics but doing that is there "job"? I dunno, sorting the deets.

Roxy is similar. Same fictional in-universe character, now reintroduced in the Pizza-plex era as Roxy's race partner for the double go-kart track. We hit it off incredibly well, and kinda just go with dating from the get go. Helps I'm super supportive of her being the best :]

Rambley is, again, much the same. My character was introduced to be his close friend—if Rambley is Mickey, think me as Goofy, but designed to be as Minnie. Our relationship is very close, so close that over time, when it came time to introduce a proper love interest for Rambley, they just decided to use me because people already assumed we were meant to be a couple. And so we became canon :]

Other bits!:

I was with Mariah when she worked with DIO, and helped fished her out after her battle with Joseph and Avdol. We retired after that.

I was probably some misc god or being in Viridi's pantheon when I met Phosphora.

As the Ultimate Butler, I was placed to work alongside Kirumi. Our relationship started as a tense bout of one-ups-man-ship that eventually boiled over to romantic desire.

[chroniclesofskz]

Needy baby

Chan sat in his dimly lit room, the neon glow of his gaming setup casting a soft blue hue across his face. The sounds of explosions and gunfire from the Call of Duty battlefield filled the air, punctuated by the occasional victory shout from his friends, the other members of Stray Kids. They were deep into their usual nightly session, the digital warfare a welcome escape from the mundane.

Leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to the screen, he heard a faint sound from the hallway. Y/N, his girlfriend, padded in on silent feet. She'd been feeling lonely, craving his attention for hours. He'd promised her earlier that he'd only be a minute, but the match had gone on longer than he'd thought.

Ignoring the intermission, he hummed in response to her unheard question. It was a lie, a reflex, because he was in the middle of a heated firefight. He didn't turn to look at her, his thumbs dancing over the controller, guiding his avatar through the virtual chaos.

But Y/N had had enough of being second to a video game. She took a deep breath and strutted back out, returning with a determination that made her heart race. This time, she wouldn't be so easily dismissed.

Her sultry movements caught his eye, and he couldn't help but watch as she approached, her naked body on full display. She leaned down, her soft hair brushing his cheek, and whispered, "I've missed you." Her breath was sweet, a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

The warmth of her skin against his sent a shiver down his spine, and he swallowed hard. Her fingers traced his jaw, sending a jolt of desire through him, and he felt himself losing focus on the game. The boys noticed his distraction, their shouts growing more frustrated as he stumbled in his responses.

With a smirk, Y/N dropped to her knees and began to caress his thighs, her touch feather-light yet firm. His breath hitched as she slid her hand up his leg and into his joggers, gripping his thick, hard cock. He bit his lip to keep his moan contained, but it was no use. His eyes rolled back, and his body tensed as she began to toy with him, the sensation of her hand around him almost too much to bear.

The boys' yells grew louder, their complaints turning to shocked disgust as they realized the source of his distraction. "What the fuck, Chan!" Hyunjin shouted over the mic, his voice echoing through the headset. But Chan was lost in the moment, his girlfriend's touch overpowering the digital warfare.

Her mouth closed around the tip of his cock, and he couldn't hold back the sound that escaped his lips. The room around him spun, the game forgotten. Her eyes met his, a mischievous glint in them as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

The boys' voices grew clearer through the headset, their teasing comments about his "special tactics" and "new game strategy" cutting through the background noise. He knew they could hear her wet, eager sucks, the sloppy sounds of her mouth working him over. It was embarrassing, but also thrilling in a way he couldn't ignore.

Y/N took him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she bobbed her head rhythmically. He gripped the chair, trying to keep still as she hit all the right spots, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he felt his orgasm building.

"You're going to make us lose again, man," Minho said, his voice thick with amusement. The others joined in, their laughter a strange soundtrack to the intimate moment. Chan's face burned, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore. He looked down at her, her eyes locked on his, and he could see the smug satisfaction in them. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she reveled in his reaction.

Her hand tightened around his base, and she began to stroke him in time with her sucks. The tension grew unbearable, and with a strangled groan, he came in her mouth, his body jerking as she swallowed every drop. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and the distant sound of the game still playing on the TV.

The boys' voices on the other end of the headset grew louder again, their disbelief and mockery clear. "Dude, what the actual fuck?" Jeongin exclaimed, while others could be heard muttering in shock and disgust.

Y/N stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She grabbed his jaw, whispering loud enough for them all to hear, "Don't ever ignore me like that again." Her eyes gleamed with triumph as she turned and sashayed out of the room, leaving him flustered and exposed.

Chan's heart raced as he realized his microphone had been on the entire time. He'd been so lost in the moment that he'd forgotten about his friends, about the game, about anything other than the feeling of her mouth on him. He fumbled for the mute button, his cheeks burning as he tried to explain, but the damage was done.

Their laughter and jeers filled the room, each one a sting to his pride. "You're such a dog, Chan," Changbin teased, his voice tinged with envy. "Couldn't even wait to finish the round?" The others chimed in, their words a blur of mockery and shock.

For a moment, Chan considered storming out, ending the game, and hiding in his room in humiliation. But as he sat there, his cock still pulsing, he felt a strange sense of power. He'd been caught in the act, but Y/N had claimed him so publicly, so boldly. It was as if she'd marked her territory, and the thought sent a thrill through him.

He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face despite the embarrassment. "You guys are just jealous," he quipped, trying to recover some of his lost dignity.

The teasing continued, but he took it in stride, knowing that his relationship with Y/N was strong enough to handle a little public display of affection. Plus, the thought of her waiting for him, naked and eager, was all the motivation he needed to ignore the taunts and focus on the game.

The night went on, the trash talk and laughter never fully dying down, but the tension in the room shifted. The other members of Stray Kids had been reminded that, despite their fame and friendship, they all had personal lives that didn't always revolve around the group. And as the final match of the night wound down, Chan found himself looking forward to the moment when he could excuse himself and go to her, ready for round two.

[f0ofishies]

bonten!rindou , you found out your little psychopath boyfriend.. was an actual psychopath. you should've known that insignia tattooed on the front of his neck.

bonten!rindou accidentally leaving his blood-stained gloves in the dumbest compartment of his car. Your first arguement ever– and a huge one at that.

bonten!rindou , who made you so desensitized on the topics of how he beat another guy with some bat– or even shoot people. You'd just looked at him.. your eyes. He knew he was in trouble.

bonten!rindou that still got you to stay with him, you knew you loved him, he knew that too. There'd be no way you'd leave him– even if he was a part of a criminal organization. He stared at you, he pouted a bit.

bonten!rindou , who was late from your upcoming date because he had this huge meeting. It basically escalated another argument like before. You were pissed off.. already sleeping on your backside.

"Baby.. don't sleep yet.." His back against the doorway, he contemplated onto whether to approach you or not. Long strides of his quickened pace on the floor was heard. "Mmm, my darling.." He confided in you in his whiny voice.

You felt his pesky hands, trapped between him. You grumbled.. "Rin..not now.." You buried your head into the silky pillows. He grumbled– and his purple hair slid over your shoulder. "Just hear me out.. okay..?" The desperation in his tone made you ache.

"What is it?.." You whispered back at him, finally letting him rest beside his purple gaze, leaning in to kiss your cheek desperately. "I'm going tomorrow..." "Where–" You interrupted as he shushed you, by the way his eyes fell You could tell it wasn't good news. "A mission tomorrow, It's going to be dangerous.. and I won't be back for a few weeks."

Your eyes widened at the revelation. "But–" Your hands quickly grabbed his head, pulling him closer. "Don't– don't leave me, not when our relationship.." You panicked, babbling on about how he needed to be here– to stay with you.. to stay together. You huffed– tears welled up in your eyes.

He kissed those salty tears away, you huffed as his thumb swiped at your eyes. "Mmm.. cmon beautiful.. it's just two weeks..?" "No..!" You spouted out loud. "No– you can't.. please..."

bonten!rindou chuckled, kissing your stray tears.. it was salty to him– he always thought how cute you were when you cried. But it did tug on his heart the way you just wanted him to stay. Another plead, a wail or even a cry.. he'd just stay, he really would.

bonten!rindou who was rocking his hips inside you, "Cmon, pretty.. put your legs over me.." He huffed when you didn't listen. Tugging at your calf– he hoisted up your leg muscle against his defined chest. He wasn't very muscular but defined through the years. Your leg straightened, accommodating to the stretch with no prep.

"Rin– no more..!" Your cries could probably be heard by the neighbors.. you've had too much sex with rindou. The neighbors already got the full show at that, you couldn't care less 'bout them. He suddenly picked up his thrusts, his hips grinding against yours.

"So good for me.. so shittt–" He could feel your walls clenching around him, he's pesky thumb rimming around your ass hole. Even as much as spreading it wide.. juices of both of you sliding back out. Such a lewd sight. Your face changed into an 'o' as he did that move, you were so familiar with.

"I wish you could look at yourself– you always make such lewd expressions when I do that..!" He murmured close to your ear, those redden ears of yours matching your eyes, he could tell it was too much. You could catch a glimpse of his adam's apple bobbing– that made another moan quiver right out of you.

And just when he finally bursts his load right inside you, he can't help but keep his hips jerking slightly. Hearing another whimper for you, his signature smile catches you off guard. Rindou was a cold man, but you always had a way to tug on his heartstrings. "Promise.. promise you'll come back, dont matter the things you need to do.." It earned a laughter from him.

"Come back? Baby, you know I'll always come back.. even when you hold that ring on your finger?" oh,, Rindou Haitani, that sneaky man, had slipt an engagement ring right around your finger.

[motthe]

there's no death here | robert "bob" reynolds [part 2]

warnings: childhood trauma, bit of blood, secondhand embarrassment maybe???

masterlist | ao3

Bob didn't know what to expect when Bucky mentioned a friend of his being able to help with his “weird mind power stuff.”

Said friend being a woman, Bob wasn’t sure if that made things easier or not. Opening up to anyone felt forbidden these days. That and the team knew how to deal with his bad days. He would have to see someone react to him for the first time all over again.

One thing Bob was sure about was that he would feel a hell of a lot worse hurting a woman if this training didn't go well.

Then you walked off the elevator, and he quickly realized he couldn't save face around you. For one, you held yourself like every other hero in his life. If there was a weakness, he couldn’t pinpoint it, and you held more confidence in one finger than he’d ever had in his entire life.

And second, you were beautiful. It had been a fact even from a distance, but then you held his hand without fear, and you’d smiled bright enough it blinded him for a good second.

Training the psychic side meant you were going to see every molecule of shit that ever existed in his head. There was nothing he was going to be able to hide from you. But if you weren’t running for the hills after everything you’d heard in his head the first day, then maybe there was a chance.

Bucky also mentioned all the lowlives you’d had to needle your way through to get evidence for detectives. When you said you’d seen the worst of the worst, you had meant it, and while Bob never once thought of himself as a good or even useful person, he could at least feel a bit better about himself when compared to a serial killer.

He had done bad things, but he'd never wanted to do them intentionally.

‘“So, h-how is all of this going to work?”

It was his second day meeting with you and after the storm of introductions with the rest of the team, one too many comments from Walker, and a strange look of respect passing between you and Yelena, this was the first time he’d ever been alone with you. There was no Bucky to look to for second opinions, no one to step in if something went wrong—

“Nothing is going to go wrong.”

His attention zipped to you as you sipped from a to-go coffee cup. “Um, can you warn me when you’re going to…you know?”

“I’m not reading your mind,” you said, tongue catching a stray drop on the corner of your lips.

Thank God, he thought and you winced like someone had blasted music in your ears. You made some vague hand gesture before the line in your brow relaxed.

“You’re projecting,” you said. “I told you, you're loud. But I can block you out. It just takes some fine tuning I don’t usually have to do with others.”

“So I’m just shouting everything?” he whispered, horrified.

You shook your head. “Not always. It’s bits and pieces. When you’re worried or excited the volume builds. It's like if you were ranting about something, y’know?”

“Can we work on that first?” he begged.

“First,” you said, clearly amused, “we have to get comfortable with one another. When I skirt around your head, you’re guarded in some places and open in others. You have to get used to being completely open with me before I can teach you to close yourself off.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “You’re going to have to see a lot of messed up stuff. I know you already have but still.”

“I’ll apologize as well,” you laughed, “because it’s going to go both ways. You’re going to see as much of me as I will of you, but that’s part of the process of building mental shields.”

“But if I’m able to get in—”

“You've done a great job keeping it under control so far,” you told him. “From what I read, you only see glimpses before you or your target breaks away.”

“I don’t want to even do that, though.”

“Well, in order to learn how to not do that, I have to see how you even do it in the first place.” You lifted your hand, palm facing up as you twiddled your fingers at him. “Let’s see what you bring out.”

He shook his head, sinking further into his chair. What happened to building up to his despicable magic trick? This was only day two. “I don’t think that's a good idea. Aren't we supposed to meditate or build the whole mind barrier thing by imagining bricks?”

“We’ll get there,” you promised, sipping your drink again. “For now, let’s level the playing field. You’re embarrassed and scared of all the things I know already. This will let you learn about me a bit.”

“What I make you see—” he tried again.

“I know. Trust me, I can handle it,” you swore, eyes hardened with certitude. “Now, come on in, Bob. The door’s open.”

He wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t curious about what shames you had floating around in your past, but baring yourself open as easily as you were… How were you okay with that? Would he learn where that came from while you were teaching him?

He closed his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to put you through the worst times of your life.

“Please, Bob. You trusted me to try yesterday. I need that again.”

“I know,” he whispered, straightening his shoulders as he looked you in the eye. “I just don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

There was that smile again. Radiant, he thought and you huffed on a laugh. Shit.

“I’m not afraid,” you promised.

He swallowed and reached out a hand. “You will be.”

A wall of darkness crashed over your mind. The ground fell out from under you, sending your heart off rhythm. Your first reaction was to ground yourself, but you fought it, allowing Bob’s presence to wash over you and drag you into whatever memory his power clung to.

Opening your eyes, you sucked your teeth at the sight of that old, wooden dining room table. You were four, doing your best to get around the food on your plate as your mother sat opposite of you. The dining room had that powdery smell of youth.

“Fuck,” you whispered, eyes watering as the grief claimed you. She was alive and breathing again and you were about to see the beginning of her spiral. But you had prepared for that.

“You don’t have to hide, Bob,” you called, sensing him nearby. “Come here.”

He stepped up on your right, eyes glued to the scene before looking at you. “You’re so young.”

“I was,” you agreed, frowning at the expressions flickering over your mother’s face. She looked a mess, clothes ragged on her frame and eyes darting around the room before settling on you, scowling at your plate.

“Baby, eat your food, please,” she called quietly.

“Don’t want to.”

You drowned the conversation out as you turned to Bob. “Your powers seem to pick shame from the beginning.”

“Never this young,” he whispered, eyes round as he looked at your toddler self.

“I was born with my powers. I couldn't control them back then,” you explained, wincing as your mother began to yell. You held a hand up, silencing the scene.

“How did you…?” He looked between your hand and the environment in awe.

“You can’t block my powers even when I’m in the midst of yours. That's interesting,” you hummed. Your heart squeezed in your chest as your mother threw herself to the floor, clawing at her head as your child self ran to her, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“What happened?” he asked, voice shaking.

“I projected a lot. Like you do now,” you explained, grabbing your upper arm as your mother’s hand found the butter knife on the floor and slashed. “She thought she was going insane and then she did.”

Bob turned away as your toddler self began to bleed, crawling away and screaming into silence. “I don’t want to see this.”

“Then don’t,” you told him. “Pull out of it.”

“I can’t just do things like you can!” he said, panic rising.

“Focus. Take a breath.” You eyed the scene as it started over from the top. Another thing to note. “You latched on to this memory. Let it go.”

“How?” His breath was picking up.

“Can I touch you?” you asked. The question seemed to confuse him for a second before he nodded. You grabbed his arms and turned him away from the dining room, getting his full attention on you. “Feel my hands?”

“Uh, yeah,” he murmured, bobbing his head.

“You’re feeling that with your mind. This isn’t real.”

“It was real," he breathed, watery.

“And now it’s done,” you stated gently. “Can’t be changed. I'll always regret what I did to my mother, but I was a kid. There was nothing I could do.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, hands folding back over yours as he took a slow breath. “Okay.”

“Feel the floor under your feet. You’ve grounded yourself to this memory. Now you just have unground.”

He looked down, expression pinching as he fought to focus. You couldn’t help but laugh as he jumped.

“With your mind,” you repeated.

“This is my mind!” he said, voice shrill and eyes wide as he met yours. “God, what if we’re stuck?”

“We’re not stuck,” you promised, squeezing his hands. “Here, I’ll do it. Maybe you’ll be able to feel it.”

Honing in on the sensations around you, you followed them back to your core, centering your focus on yourself and Bob. With a slow breath, you let that shield snap over the two of you, forcing the darkness back.

There was a split second as you trailed out of Bob's mental snare. You couldn't be sure, but somewhere on the horizon of your consciousness melding with his there was a…mass. A dark blotch.

And when you noticed it, there was no way to hide when it noticed you back.

A gasp of air split your lips. Back to reality, you two were still at the table in the Watchtower. Bob blinked opposite of you, his fingers skimming your palm. The shield you'd propped over both of you was still intact—that mental bond pulsing.

“How did she do that?”

Lots and lots of practice, you answered him, making yourself known in his head. Feel this? That’s how you’ll know I’m in your head.

He made a distressed expression that had you snorting. His head turned from side to side, reminiscent of a cat with a medical cone on for the first time. He wasn't sure what to do with a second presence melded to his. “Oh, weird. Okay. That feels so weird. I don't know if I like this.”

Yeah, not very comfortable. You want me to leave?

“Yeah, just, well, lemme try to get used to it for a second. So weird, what the fuck?”

You covered your face with your hand to try to find a semblance of professionalism, but it was impossible with the faces he made and the stream of thoughts filtering through.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing.

“I'd rather you be laughing than running, screaming out of the room. It's embarrassing, but it's not the worst.”

If it makes you feel any better, I'm not a professional in any shape or form. Bob's head tilted as he stared through the table. There was a brush against your mind. I'll make mistakes trying to figure out the best way to teach you what I know—oh, hi. That's me.

“You’re warm,” he replied aloud, squinting as he zeroed in. You made a point to retreat back a bit in case you ended up back in a shame room. His eyes flickered up to yours. “I feel you moving around. Is this how you see stuff?”

You nodded, a bit flustered at the feeling of his consciousness circling yours. He learned fast. “I’m not actively looking right now, just making my presence known. Careful, you press any further and you'll get my subconscious thoughts again.”

He shuddered as you pulled away from his mind completely. Your mind barrier went up for both his privacy and yours.

"Sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

“No, its fine, just...so weird.” His nose wrinkled as he said it.

“Yeah, I've heard that before,” you scoffed, smiling into your drink. The way he grinned back, it weighed in one corner—the same side he turned into to avoid eye contact. “You have any questions for me after all that?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, that sweet smile dropping as he bit at his lip. “You…felt something when we left the shame room. How did I feel that? And what was it?”

“My shield connected us. I wanted to bring you out with me instead of pushing you out. Would've been a bit rude since I asked you to show me.” You fiddled with the cup sleeve, leaning back into your chair. “As for what I felt, I don't want to assume anything but seeing as I sensed it as much as it sensed me…”

“Did it scare you?” he asked.

“No, but I didn't expect to run into Void this soon. Does it always sit on the outer edges like that?”

Bob shrugged. “On good days, yeah. But he's always around. A voice in the back of my head.”

“Tell me about him,” you murmured. “I've read what others think of him, but I want your input.”

“He's just…bad.” Bob shook his head, hands rubbing over his jeans. “Everything messed up or wrong in me, he feeds on it. He spits it back out on the bad days and tries to overwhelm me? I guess?”

“Does he try to get out often?”

His hair swayed as his head shook again. “More like when I'm weakest.”

“Weakest mentally? What about physically?” Bob shrugged, looking put off by the questions. “I'm not trying to overstep, I just need to understand as much as possible. They say he's your alter ego, that he's separate from you.”

“I mean, that's not wrong but I don't know if that's right either.”

You made a mental note. “Would you call him a parasite?”

“No.”

You raised a brow, amazed at the certainty. “Why? You said he feeds on you.”

There was a twist in his face, a flash of molten something in his eyes as he shook his head. “Sorry. Um, I don't know. I, uh…”

You slowly reached back out to his mind, gentle as you weighed against him. It's okay. We can stop here for today.

“Sorry,” he breathed, shoulders sinking. “He's louder now. I think we pissed him off.”

“Yeah, that'll probably be happening a lot from now on,” you chuckled, standing to throw your empty cup away. There was no trash can in your immediate view. “If you ever need help, I'm good at blocking things out for a time. I don't know if that would make things worse, but it's worth a shot, right?”

He surprised you with a weak laugh, clearing his throat as you turned. “Sorry. I know you said you weren't a professional, I just didn't expect this to be casual.”

You weren't sure how else you could have been. The stuff you both would be dealing with, well, you'd be getting personal with a whole lot in a very short amount of time. That's why you and Wanda were so close as well as Nat. One wanted you to learn your powers on a spiritual level, and the other wanted you to be able to steel your mind when chaos came knocking.

Hopefully, with Bob you could be that anchor they had become for you.

“I'm definitely not the strict and unemotional type,” you agreed with him. “As dangerous as all this could be, it's a breath of fresh air compared to what I was doing, so. Thanks for wanting me to help.”

There was that shy little grin of his again. You hoped, maybe after a few weeks or less, it wouldn't be as rare to see.

[eclairemaire]

Meeting the Missus pt.3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Wife! Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: The Team finds out Bob is married and wants to meet the missus.

Warnings: Reader is described very similarly to Rhea Ripley, Reader and Bob are very much in love, No mention of Y/N used, Southern Reader (she's like all southern ladies sweet like iced tea, but can knock you on your ass if she has too), Express mentions of reader and Bob's Child, Lemme know if I missed any.

Word Count: 1.3K

Notes: This is the third part of 'Meeting the Missus'. I'm genuinely so surprised at how many of you are reading this; it makes my heart swoon. I hope everyone enjoys!

Heading to the cafeteria for lunch, as soon as Bob sits down, he’s surrounded by the rest of the squad. Phoenix on his right, Fanboy on the left, Rooster across from Bob, Hangman across from Phoenix, Payback across from Fanboy, and Coyote on the other side of Hangman. All of them leaning towards him as though they were high school kids waiting for the newest piece of gossip. Fanboy was almost completely pressed against Bob’s side as he started to unpack his leftovers from last night’s dinner.

“So are we going to get to try any of your Missus’ lovely food at this cookout that you mentioned yesterday?” Fanboy asked as he ogled the food that looked mouth-wateringly good. Bob hummed as he got up to reheat his food, like a pack of strays, the rest of the squad started to get up to follow him to the microwave.

“You will,” he said non-committedly as he put the food in the microwave and started it up. Looking up and seeing the team still surrounding him, he quirked up a brow, “Don’t y’all need to go get your own food?” Watching with an amused glint as the team seemed to realize they did not, in fact, have any food of their own to eat for lunch yet, and seemed to scatter to retrieve their respective meals.

Meeting back at their table, Bob was quietly typing on his phone and smiling fondly while waiting. Once everyone arrived, he stowed his phone into one of the pockets of his uniform. “Missus has decided that the cookout will be next Saturday, you will be expected to bring food or drink, you don’t have to bring both, but if you want to, you can to get in my wife's good graces.” He said after finishing the first bite of his lunch, letting out a low hum of satisfaction at the flavor.

“So what can we expect from this cookout? Will there be games? Any more munchkins besides yours?” Hangman asked as he started to dig into his food, Coyote nodding along beside him.

“Is it going to be similar to the one Riley talked about from when you were stationed at Lemoore?” Phoenix drew her attention to Bob as he thought of an answer to the questions.

Deciding to answer Hangman first, “There will be games, board games, and some digital. Maybe some dogfight football if we’re lucky. As for other kids, I’m not sure,” there might be some of Rileys friends, but that entirely depends on whether you wanted to host a sleepover, which wasn’t likely; your social battery would be pretty drained after having so many people over all day. “ We’ll likely be eating lunch around one-ish, do games for a little bit afterwards, then Riley’ll konk out for like an hour and a half for a nap, and then it’ll just be us adults for a while.” Turning to face Phoenix, he answers her question.

“Yes, and no, none of our relatives are going to be here this time, and her friends likely aren’t either. It’ll be the same in the sense that it’s essentially a party of sorts, but with y’all instead of our families.” He stated while continuing to eat his food.

“Ok, so for food, does anyone have any allergies that might have detrimental effects if said allergen is ingested?” Fanboy asked as he examined the group and turned back towards Bob. Nos and nope's flowed from everyone's mouths after pondering for a moment. “Great!” he exclaimed, shifting back towards his food.

“Sounds like we’ve all got an idea what to expect. What time should we be there?” Rooster asked.

“Shoot for around 12:30, that way Missus can have a time to have everything fresh and hot to go,” Bob stated. 

After that conversation flowed as usual, talking about drills and other happenings going on throughout the base, and the day continued. 

Before leaving, Maverick pulled Bob aside, “What’s this I hear about a cookout?” he inquires as he looks at Bob with curiosity.

“Oh,” Bob fumbles briefly, “My wife and I are hosting a cookout next weekend, and we invited the squad over. Are you interested in coming as well, Mav?” Bob asks, while twiddling his thumbs behind his back at the sudden inquiry about personal plans.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to meet your wife, whom I’ve heard so much about from Penny. Is Amelia welcome to come as well?” He asks as he looks at Bob’s face. Bob relaxes, remembering that you get along quite well with Penny and have been mentioning wanting to introduce her to Riley

“That sounds like a good idea, sir. I’ll make sure to let her know that you all are coming as well.” Turning to leave, Bob remembers that he needs to tell Maverick to bring food or a drink. “Sir, please, bring a drink or food dish with you, otherwise my wife may not let you into our home.” He smiles sheepishly before heading to the parking lot. Once in his car, he messages everyone your home address and the date and time to be there. 

~

Arriving home followed a similar fashion as the day before, Bob was greeted first by Nuggs, who was eagerly awaiting pats, before almost being bulldozed by your second dog, Beans, who was significantly larger than Nuggs. Followed by a “Welcome home, Sweetheart,” being shouted from the direction of the kitchen. 

“We’re still making dinner,” you say as Bob enters the kitchen to see you sprinkling cheese over a pizza. “How was work?” you ask as you grab the pizza stone to put it into the oven. Riley runs over to Bob and gives his legs a squeeze and a big grin at him before going into the living room, where he then proceeds to hear the opening of ‘Magic School Bus’ play in the background.

“Good, everyone has a vague idea of what to expect for next Saturday,” He says, coming up behind you and wrapping you up in his arms, and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Mavrick heard about the cookout, I’m assuming Hangman and Rooseter were talking about it in the hangar,” He mumbles into your hair, as you hum as a response and turn to start cleaning up the kitchen while you wait for the pizza to cook, Bob clining to you like a koala all the way.

“Is he coming?” You ask as you continue to maneuver around the kitchen.

“Yeah, he asked if he, Penny, and Amelia could come. I told him yes, I figured you’d likely hear from Penny about what she plans on bringing,” he answered.

“Amelia's coming? That’s good, I wanted to meet her soon, plus I think she and Riley would get along quite well.” You finally finished cleaning up. Spinning around in Bob’s hold to lean him against the counter. You give him a kiss and a sweet smile.

“What do you plan on making for the cookout?” He asks, there's a teasing smile on his face, the one that makes his eyes crinkle just around the edges.

“You’ll find out with everyone else.” You giggle as he starts to pout just a little bit.

“But I’m your husband!” He squawks indignantly, starting to gain a flush in his cheeks.

“And you’ll find out with everyone else,” giving him a mischievous smile, as reach your hands around him to place them right below his ass, and with a firm grip you hoist him up and over your shoulder and start to head to the living room where your daughter resides. 

He lets out a harrumph and then proceeds to yell, “Riley, come save me! I’ve been captured by your mama!” Entering the living room, you hear a squeal from Riley followed by uncontrolled giggles, as she sees you with Bob slung over your shoulder.

“Da–Dad–Daddy,” giggles, interrupting her as she tried to speak, “I can’t help you, Mama’s too strong!”

“You Traitor!!” He yells in false devastation as he feigns going limp in your hold.

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a/n: I swear we will actually get to the cookout in the next part, but I'm a sucker for buildup and domestic family fluff. Thank you for reading, and see you in the next part!!

[eccentricallygothic]

Hey sweetheart 😘 I really hope requests are opened and you don't mind me sending in a request 🤗

I thought of something where you and Bucky are close friends with huge feelings for each other but you're both too stubborn to admit. So one time you're having movie night at the compound and you take your spot besides Bucky, enjoying the closeness. As some intimate scene appears, you feel Bucky all tense up and excusing him, so you later find him in his room wondering what's wrong, and finally he admits that he got nasty thoughts about you doing all that to him so he had to leave. You think about his words and before he can back out, you push him on the bed, straddling him, riding him, giving you both the pleasure you held back for too long. Afterwards he's a huge cuddle bear and asks you to be his girl ? 🤗 Hope that's okay with you 🫶🏼

Hello! And yes, requests are open and you certainly can send them in! Yours is definitely okay with me and maybe a bit too okay because it made me stray from my usual hc form 😵‍��� I really, really hope you like it. Thank you for requesting! Happy reading 🩷

| Clueless |

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes | Avenger!Reader. 

Warning(s): Kissing, unprotected p-in-v sex, cowgirl, nipple play, thumb sucking, Bucky's vibranium arm because I am a mental slut, Bucky mildly being the old man that he is, size kink, dirty talk, creampie, fluff. Minors do not interact.

"Bucky?" You call after softly knocking on his door before opening it. Your eyebrows furrow when you don't get a response and so you peek inside to scan the room. 

You're about to turn on your heels and go look someplace else when you notice him on the balcony, back turned to you as he leans on the railing, a bottle in hand. 

"Hey," he doesn't turn his head to look at you when you approach him. The super soldier probably already heard you when you were down the hall. "What happened? You didn't come back." You lean one arm against the balcony confine on the spot besides him, leaning your head to the side and watching him as he takes another swig.

Bucky takes his time swallowing, his heavy Adam's apple bobbing as he keeps his eyes trained on the grounds of the compound. His broad shoulders shrug only when he has gathered his thoughts a bit, legs shifting before he answers. "Just because." Your features scrunch in confusion. 

What?

"Just because… what?" You voice your confusion and he sighs at your cluelessness. When he just shakes his head to himself you roll your eyes with a huff. "What, talk to me! What even happened?" The way he turns to his other side and his vibranium arm barricades you away from him pisses you off as you stomp to the other side. 

Bucky has confusing moments like this sometimes that he eventually gets over but never provides you any explanation for them. 

"Bucky, I can only know if you tell me…" You try though you know it'll be in vain, as usual. "What the hell happened? We were watching a movie and then you said you'd be a second and then half an hour later I realize you're not back and then I find you sipping beer in your room all by yourself like we weren't having movie night!" 

The male sighs and shakes his head again before lowering it and turning once more. "Just so clueless…" When you go to speak again, he spins a 180° and walks back into his room. "But what else can I expect from this generation?" That makes you scoff as you tail him like a vulture, hot on his heels.

"What the hell does that even mean–"

"Language!"

"Oh, my God!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "What has gotten into you lately?! You're becoming more and more like Steve by the passing day!" The mention of the male shifts something in his expression and he half turns his head to look at you with an unreadable expression on his face. "And that means annoying!" The addition seems to ease the tension in his huge shoulders.

Just a bit.  

Something has been going on with him and he refuses to share it with you even though you are the closest with each other out of the entire team.

"You seriously don't know what was wrong? Are you really so clueless?" You rake your memories to recall what he is on about since the movie was quite innocent in that sense except… 

Oh. 

You roll your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. "Well, I am sorry not all of us are conservatives from the '40s, gramps" now it is Bucky's turn to scoff.

"Oh, really?" When you hum and nod with just as much agitation his frustration gets the best of him. "You know what a conservative from the '40s would really do?" 

"Yeah, no. Do enlighten me please!" You know he doesn't appreciate it when you get too sassy with him but what is he going to do about it? 

You are a girl with a mind of your own and no one is going to tell you or give you any shit.

"He would ask the potential lady love out on a nice dinner instead of hanging out with her right in the beginning!" Your eyebrows furrow as he sarcastically emphasizes the words. "I mean, what even is that supposed to be?! It doesn't make any sense!" Bucky clicks his tongue in disdain as one of his hands move in the air to help express his frustration. "There is an order, a code, a way to do these things! Fancy is not supposed to be treated so casually! You kids have ruined the sanctity of the whole idea!" 

"What even are you on about, Bucky?!" You go on cluelessly. "This is absurd! So what, friends can't watch movies together now?! I am sorry that things are less complicated now?!"

"They're not less complicated!" He is beyond annoyed and you can tell. "Not by a long shot! If anything, it's worse! Because now I have to deal with watching a provocative scene while the girl I like is cuddling into me but I can't do anything because we are just friends having a casual hangout and I can't do anything about my hard cock that wants nothing more than to show her that the scene that has her gripping my arm so tight is nothing in comparison to what I can do to her if she just stops being so fucking clueless!"

Bucky's teal blue eyes are wide and he is nearly breathless by the time he finishes his little speech. Your own state is not much different as you blink up at him in shock. It is only when he has recovered a little that he realizes what he has said… or rather, confessed. 

"I-" the super soldier goes to shake his head but then stops before half tilting it to the side, visibly at a loss of words as his ears turn beet red. "Y/n–" 

Your fingers are curling around the neckline of his shirt before you know it, the pull of your hand tugging you towards him instead of doing what you had intended, his heavy body unbudging. 

Bucky's arms hang limply at his sides as he stands against you utterly dumbfounded, barely kissing you back if at all as he tries to decide whether this is another one of his dreams or you, the only girl that has managed to reach into his heart after so long that it honestly feels kind of like the first time, really is kissing him.

What he doesn't know is that you are having difficulty with determining the same thing. 

You pull back when your lungs are on fire and you are heaving for air desperately, fingers still tightly holding onto his shirt in bunches with the fear that he might vanish into the air if you let go. 

Bucky blinks as he sputters out some incoherent nonsense, eyes wide as he watches your face to try and grasp what just happened. "I–" 

You shake your head with a roll of your eyes and a tut. He's insufferable with all that chivalry. You do find it endearing at times but it's moments like these when he's so clueless and formal about it that it gets annoying. 

"Just shut up and kiss me, old man" you whisper as your eyes flicker down to his pink lips and you're on him again. 

This time though, your words seem to have snapped him out of it and his hands shoot up to your sides as he holds you back just as tightly, fingers reaching down for your ass cheeks before he squeezes them hard. You are forced to break the kiss, your face still remaining against his lips as you audibly shudder at the feeling, shivers shooting down your hips and straight to your intimate parts from the delicious ache that it causes. 

Within the next few minutes, you have managed to back Bucky into the bed as he's distracted with touching, feeling and groping as much of you as he possibly can. He lands on the bed with a heavy thud but before any words can be exchanged, you are straddling his thick and muscular thighs. 

Your hands hurriedly snatch his shirt off before you push him down, raising your own arms above your head to let him do the same as you grind into his hard on that feels so thick that some tiny part of your brain cannot help but fear for your pussy. 

"Mmm, solnyshko, you're so fucking pretty" Bucky rasps out the nickname he gave you when you both realized you had reached that stage in your friendship. But now, with his very recent confession fresh in your mind, you see the meaning of the word, 'little sun', that he had told you with an air of awkwardness in a very different light. 

"Look at all this pretty fucking body, solnyshko. I could cum just by looking at it alone." Emotion overcomes your senses and you suddenly feel a bit sensitive. A whimper escapes you as a result and you can't help but clench against his bulge, hands reaching to squeeze his hands that are feeling up your boobs now that he has fished them out of the bra cups. 

"B- Bucky…" He seems to have sensed it already, and so one of his hands trail down to your side to caress it encouragingly. 

"Go ahead, baby" the endearment is just as foreign for you as it is for him. "You're doing so good, keep going for me" you feel a twitch below you and you can't help but parrot the curse that slithers from his lips. 

Though you are on top, Bucky still seems to have the upper hand as he always does. But you have never really minded that with him because he isn't nasty about it and you know he only means well. You have learnt that through various outcomes many times. Besides, not that you'd ever admit it but you do need the extra care and guidance sometimes. 

It is tough to play the all-knowing hero all the time. 

Bucky is your sanctuary to deconstruct and just be yourself after a long day.

You hope you are the same for him as well. 

With newfound confidence that you have his praise to thank for, you whine as your hips start to circle and twist against his stuff bulge, your clothed pussy already pleased because of how needy and desperate it really is. 

Your back arches as you moan out loud when his fingers go to circle around one of your nipples, twisting it between them before his fingernails dig in them while his vibranium hand finds your mouth. "Bucky!" Your face is flushed and cheeks hot as you feel his thumb graze the shape of your lips before pushing inside them. "Mmmm~" your brows furrow when you feel yourself leak some more before clenching around the air again.

Okay.

Grinding isn't gonna cut it. 

You need him inside you. 

You have waited for way too long to rub it out. 

He just has to be all over you… and that includes all the openings to your insides. 

Your lips tightly wrap around his thumb as you suck so hard that the sound of it resonates in the air, pulling a sharp string of whispered curses from Bucky. Letting go of his arms you now claws at his belt until it gives way to your ferocity and you nearly tug the fly off the fabric.

You whine louder than you would ever like to admit when he goes to tug your shorts off and you have to shift away from where you are grinding against him, the rude protective growl you end up letting out causing him to chuckle as he pulls the shorts off your legs with a soft spank to your ass; a signal for you to improve your crazed behavior.  

Bucky has a way of keeping you in your place. 

"Tsk, solnyshko, patience!" His playful words fall on deaf ears as you literally jump back up on his cock, planting two stubborn hands against his shoulders before pushing him down flat against the mattress from his half risen position. 

Your single-mindedness once you zero in on something is a joke amongst the team. And though you deny it with every fiber of your existence, your actions and manic possessiveness over his cock right now is not helping your case. 

"Mine" you whisper as you move back to now rub against him skin to skin, your fingertips tracing over the bumps of his body as your usually bright eyes watch him with a dark hue over them. A hiss leaves Bucky when your warm and soaking pussy drags against his member, causing for his hands to bolt to your ass as he squeezes with all his might to withstand the sensory overload. It is to avoid flipping you over to fuck you into oblivion. 

Because that can come later. Right now is your first time with him and he prefers for you to take things at your pace; ease into whatever this will become. 

"Just like that, solnyshko, good girl" the words cause you to whimper as you raise yourself by propping your body up against your heels, wrapping one hand around his intimidating girth before you slowly pump and spread both your precums along its destructive length. 

Your bottom lip juts out a little at his scary size and you can't help but look up at him with a whimper. It is so easy because he is your safe place and understands every single one of your quirks with no words exchanged. 

Everything makes sense with Bucky.

"It's okay, baby. You can take it, I know you can" he reassures you as he caresses your thighs comfortingly. "Go ahead, I'll take care of you if I have to" you nod gratefully, your usually smart mouth mum. Though when you look down at his rather monstrous cock again, you have to gulp to yourself as you arch your back before moving the thick tip against your entrance, the sensation causing you to hiss almost instantly.

"Hnnng, Bucky!" You feel yourself stretch and widen around his smooth skin, but then you slide down further and the shape of his thick bulging veins grazes against your trembling walls and your thighs quiver, causing your knees to shake. "Oh!" The most vile moan you have ever let out rings in the air as you reach for his shoulders sensitively, wincing and lowering your head against his to let him kiss you everywhere he can reach while your hips lower against his. 

"Fuck, solnyshko, you're so fucking tight for me" his hands fondle your ass and breasts rather bluntly as he peppers kisses all over your face, moving his own hips in sync to yours to help you out because you are clearly struggling with accommodating and handling him. "Good girl" his lips capture yours in a clingy kiss, your mouths nearly sticking to each other's. You break away for enough time for Bucky to let out, "such a good fucking girl for me, baby" before you sink down on his cock again and bite his bottom lip as a result, loudly whining into his mouth. 

The super soldier curses as he twitches inside you, his tip easily reaching the sensitive bundle of nerves that ks hot and eager to be touched. "Fuck, you're so biiiig!" You mewl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, fingers clasping around his shoulders as you find a rhythm and start bouncing, the aid of his hips causing a loud smacking sound to fill the otherwise quiet air. 

You feel your loins tense each time his stiff veins graze your weeping pussy that desperately tries to return to its original state whenever he lifts you almost all the way up and off his cock only to have you sheath it back again from the tip. 

You are trying your best to keep the control to yourself but the truth is, were it not for Bucky's guiding hold on your hips, you would have collapsed from the sensitivity of your core and the size of his impaler long ago. 

"Look at you, solnyshko" the male cooes while panting but doesn't break off the sync of your bodies, one hand now dipping between your legs to let his vibranium thumb rub your clit. The action causes your limbs to spasm as you moan loudly, your back arching while your pussy clenches again. "Lookin' so pretty bouncing on my cock. Almost as if that's all you were made to do" his words make you grunt as you dig your nails into his skin.

Fuck, he is too good. 

Not so chivalrous after all, was he?

"Oh, Bucky!" You have never moaned like this before. "I am gonna–" in control yet so powerless. "I- I am gonna cum!" No one has ever made you feel so good, so dirty, so used and yet so taken care of all at once. "Oh, please!" You have no idea why you are even asking his permission to do so. Before him you had always been the boss of your life. 

But with Bucky, it just feels right. 

Like that is the order of things.

That is just the kind of man that he is. 

"Go ahead, my sweet solnyshko" his other hand slaps your ass and stars appear in your vision. Fuck. You had not expected him to be this dominant. "Fuck yourself dumb on my dick like the cock starved slut that you are" his referral to your crazed greed from some minutes ago makes you blush furiously but before you can protest, his thumb swipes faster and faster against your nub and renders you speechless. 

Your toe curling orgasm os one that leaves you momentarily numb and deaf, the only thing your mind being able to register the overstimulation of your walls as Bucky chases his own orgasm now, basically using you as a cock sleeve as you motionlessly slam up and down his length, the upper half of your body hunched forwards as your cheek rests against his. Your mouth can only let out incoherent murmurs in his ear as you snake your arms around his neck and nibble on the skin of his shoulders until his hot seed explodes through you, filling your cavern up until it overflows and the white liquid trickles down your legs. 

You are eventually moved down and off his cock to which you whine, your hole blinking around air at the loss of contact. That causes Bucky to chuckle as he wraps you up against him in his thick arms and moves your bodies further up the bed until you are resting against the pillows. 

"Don't go~" you softly murmur with a pout when he turns to reach for his bedside drawers. 

The arm that he has around you further tighten in reassurance as he fishes something out. "Aw, baby, don't worry. I am not going anywhere" your pout deepens when he turns towards you and the object comes into view. "Just–"

"Noooo~" you whine as you tighten your arms around his chest and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. "L- Leave it on~" one of his eyebrows raise before a little smirk appears on his face. 

"Oh, solnyshko, you sweet girl" Bucky puts the tissue box away as he moves your hair out of your face before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "Aren't you precious, hm?" As he untucks your flushed face from his neck to look at and caress one of your cheeks lovingly, you blush harder and busy yourself with examining his dog tags to avoid his eyes. "Who would have thought that the baddest avenger would be such a cutie deep down?" You roll your eyes when he playfully quotes what you like to refer to yourself as. "Not wanting to be cleaned so she can remain covered in my cum–"

"Alright, alright. You can stop now" your voice is hoarse due to your vocal exercise from a couple minutes ago. 

"Stop?" Your eyes flutter when his nails comfortingly scratch your scalp before one of his fingers snake through the strands of your disheveled hair. "But I haven't even started with you yet, baby" a snort leaves him when he feels you clench with a whimper at his words.

Your limbs are tangled as you lay relaxing in each other's scents, one of Bucky's thick thighs buried between your legs. 

"Not even started with me yet?!" Your shock makes him snicker. "After all that?!' 

It is safe to say that he has fucked the living daylights out of you.

… And he was not even on top when he did so. 

Bucky shrugs. "Only one way to find out…" His eyes search for yours with hope. 

You finally look up at him with a small smile, your heart thumping as your fingers curl around the chain of his dog tags. "I would love to, Bucky." Before you could shy away, your now boyfriend has captured your lips in his. 

"Oh, and honey?"

"Yes… b- babe?"

"We really have to do something about those sassy little eye rolls of yours."  

I know I made him dominant but it's literally Bucky, how could I not?! 

[warnersister]

Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

Find the request here

Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had been courting you for a good few months now; much longer than he would any other woman. But he quite liked you so he was more than willing to make an exception for the lovely young lady that had just moved to the area.

🪖You’d moved for a fresh start, away from your past and to Birmingham. You’d packed your bags and left home and got on the train - taking it as far as it would go and got out when the conductor pleaded with you to disembark as they’d start the journey back to your beginnings.

🪖You’d accepted the job at The Garrison, noting the sign in the window as you aimlessly wandered the streets, mindlessly questioning your intentions. The sign in the window was almost a call from God and you hurried inside, being greeted by the bar man and a few raised eyebrows at the young girl with her life in a suitcase and hair all tangled. “Y’alright love? Look like you need a drink.” You shook your head. “A job is what I need. Still hiring?” You asked and he looked you over once. “When can you start?”

🪖So eleven months deep with a flat and a job you were quite happy in Birmingham. Your specialty straying away from being a barmaid and more towards being a hostess and front of house staff. You’d seat people and prepare the hotel lodgings upstairs, and arrange rooms and port for pesky business when it came down to it. And in the process you’d captured the attention of a certain blinder who believed he had no business interfering with the life of a young maiden just getting back on her feet, but you entertained him so who was he to be so austere and deny himself such pleasures?

🪖You were shutting shop on a Saturday night, footfall substantial and you’d finally managed to kick all drunkards out of the pub after much struggle and a bit of help from John Shelby, who’d tipped his hat and went on his merry way. You’d grabbed your coat of the hanger, hearing the door bell chime behind you “we’re closed” you announced, pivoting on your heel “I know.” That all familiar voice sounded and you peeked your head. “Alright, Tommy?” You ask, getting your bag and fastening your coat; preparing for a cold winter night in Birmingham.

🪖He stepped closer and you, in turn, stepped backwards until you were trapped against the bar. “This has gone on for long enough,” he says gruffly, staring deep into your eyes and studying your face. You’d raised your brows “what has, Tom?” He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You and I; ‘m so sick of seeing you and not being able to have you for myself.” He tells you, right arm wrapping around your waist and head dipping slightly.

🪖Your hand came up to hold him where he was and he stopped, in question. “Not like this Tommy.” You say, looking away but he grasps your chin gently to pull you back to face him. “Not like this?” He hums “Thomas, I’ve never..” you lead off hoping he’d understand what you were implying. He thought for a moment before it clicked. “Never?” You shook your head “never.” His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat “never.” He mumbled. “And how should I go about this the right way?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips and smiling slightly.

🪖“Dinner and a nice walk.” You say and he nods with a hum. “How’s tomorrow?” You shake your head “not leaving Harry to deal with your lot on a Sunday.” “When you next off?” He asks “Friday.” “Then we’ll go out on Friday.” You nod and smile, but point a judging finger at him. “No guns” he smiles “yes sweetheart, no guns.” “And no peaky business” he shakes his head “no business.” “No fighting either, at all” you warn and he chuckles “I promise” you lean your hand up to caress his face and he leans into your touch. “Take that bloody razor blade out of your cap too.” He raises a brow “how do you know about that?” “You underestimate the amount of times I’ve carried Arthur out of this bar and nearly sliced my hand on that thing.”

🪖“I want to see Thomas. No Shelby.” You say and he blinks. “Then Thomas you shall have.” “May I walk you home?” He asks and you smile up at him “you may” and he offers an arm to walk you to your house, looking forward to taking the last of your innocence the following Friday.

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie recently started attending his local synagogue, at first yes: to reconnect with his faith, but now it was to see the young woman who attended every day, volunteering as your father was the rabbi. Albeit that sounding wrong, Alfie thought the rabbi was bordering on ancient and you were younger than him, but you were nearly twenty six so that wasn’t too bad.. right?

🧸“Ah Mr Solomons, back again I see” the rabbi commented, noted the recent inclination of Alfie’s presence at the house of God. “Well, been trying to reconnect.” He told his superior. “With God or with my daughter?” The rabbi asked and Alfie’s brows rose. “E-excuse me?” He choked on his words. The rabbi smirked with a slight twinkle in his eye “I’m not stupid” “no, of course you’re not-” “I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing her.” Alfie quietened for a moment. “Well, y’see she’s a lovely young lady” “I agree, that’s how I raised her.” “And I’d like to ask her for dinner, with your blessing, f’course.” Alfie began to ramble but his elder cut him off.

🧸“Not with the business you’re in, Alfred.” And his mouth ran dry. “For her I’d get out of it, move to Morecambe, open a bakery, marry, have kids, y’know I’d raise them proper.” Rabbi Kaplan again hummed “but that sort of business isn’t the kind you can get out of, is it?” “You did, Abe.” Alfie corrects him and there’s a moment of contemplative silence. “You’re right I did. But no one hurts a rabbi.” “Then I’ll get ordained.” Alfie shrugged. Abraham looked at the man before him. “Gods punished me enough. He knows how much physical pain I’m in. And ‘m not gettin’ any younger. Neither’s she. ‘nd I never wanna be in this business anymore. Wanna settle down, dogs, kids, grandkids, the works.” Alfie says and Abe’s tongue protrudes from his lips to lick his dry lips as he thinks.

🧸“If I allow this, he’s watching.” The man looks up “I know.” “And if I allow this, she calls all the shots.” Alfie nods “wouldn’t have it any other way” “as in she says no, means no. She wants to go for a walk at two in the morning, you take her. She wants to come here, you bring her. She wants to get married, you wed her.” The man took two steps closer so him and Alfie were closer than any Rabbit should be with his child “she tells you to jump of the docks, you jump.” Alfie’s eyes don’t falter. “Done.” Abraham closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face “alright, you have my blessing.” Alfie nods, trying to suppress his glee, shaking the rabbi’s hand and walking towards the front of the synagogue where you were sat counting donations.

🧸“Excuse me missus” Alfie clears his throat and you look up at him, swallowing with a lump in his throat “yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to go for an eat to bite, I mean a bite to eat, I mean-” you giggle at him “yes Alfie I’d love to go out with you.” Alfie sighed in relief and smiled down at you noting how the rabbi had wandered off elsewhere. You sealed and locked the cash box, storing it where I belonged and Alfie held his arm out for you to take “shall we?” You grin back at him “we shall”

🧸You’d been seeing Alfie for going on several months, and today he’d arranged for a restaurant to be shut down in order for the two of you to enjoy some peace and quiet together. You’d enjoyed a lovely romantic meal, accompanied by a bouquet of white tulips and a sneaky kiss to Alfie’s cheek, which he was grateful that they were covered by a large beard - disguising his beat-red features.

🧸Alfie was walking you back to his house, as you’d both previously agreed that you’d stay for the night and head towards Morecambe Bay the following day: to pick out a cottage on the seafront.

🧸You had some clothes at Alfie’s house, for events such as this where you’d decided to stay or go elsewhere the following day without needing to drop back home for anything. You were uncoiling your hair, and your gentle giant came around to hug you from behind, kissing up your neck until you giggled from being tickled, turning to kiss his lips.

🧸Your eyes surveyed one another’s for a moment, him leaning back down to kiss you in a more seriously insinuating manner - sciatica obviously not bothering him today as he managed to pick you up and lead you to his bed. “Alfie wait,” you say quickly and the man immediately stopped “what’s wrong treacle? If y’don’t want to we’ll stop here ‘nd-” “no it’s not that” your left hand fiddled with the rings on your right “what’s wrong flower?” He caressed your cheek gently. “Alfie I’ve never done anything before.” You say and his brows form a line in confusion. “Y’what?” “Alfie I’m a virgin.” You say and time almost stands still, Alfie nearly felt sick as he’d been handling you like a woman of the night and not a dignified young lady of whom was vastly inexperienced. “‘M sorry alf.” You say, looking down. Alfie grasps your chin and forces your eyes to connect with his “it’s me who should be apologising, sweetness. Your old man didn’t know. ‘V been handling y’ like ‘y know what you’re doin’.” He says gently. “And if y’ don’t want to, we don’t have to.” “No Alfie I want to.” And you could swear you could see the hearts forming in his irises, lenses constricting into something unnatural but simultaneously not animalistic. “I’ll take good care ‘f y’ love, just lay down for Alfie and let ‘im work his magic, yeah?” He says, laying you back gently on the bed, vowing to handle you like a porcelain doll in a box of feathers.

Arthur🍺

🍺You were several years younger than Arthur, he never felt like you were - he was as immature as any lad two decades his senior, but with you he never felt his age.

🍺The peaky blinders had been invited to a lavish banquet, black tie, chandeliers, live orchestra, the works. And Arthur never shied away from an opportunity to show his lover off, especially when that dress hugged you perfectly and your matching black gloves made you look so dainty and proper. He was proud to waltz into that event, feeling almost smug with ‘such a babe’ on his arm.

🍺The evening began wonderfully, three courses, all of which Arthur found laughable as he questioned the waiter why his entree was only a piece of rocket and slice of undercooked stake. Drinks were flowing and he was happy to get tipsy while to congregated with Polly and Ada, smitten to see you engaging so well with his family and them requiting his adoration for her.

🍺You’d stood at the bar, trying to gain the attention of the bartender to order yourself another rum and coke and your date an umpteenth pint. “Hiya can I just have a rum and coke and an apple juice?” You ask the man and he raises an eyebrow. “He’s so drunk I don’t think he’ll tell the difference.” He laughs and nods, heading off to get the top of shelf rum Arthur had requested he’d serve you earlier.

🍺“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you and you peer left, a young gentlemen with slicked back black hair asked as he knocked back the rest of the whiskey he’d been nursing for a while, requesting another as well as your drinks being on him. “Yes lovely.” You say shortly. “Well I was just thinking-” he begins smugly, before hissing and you look back at him quickly to see whatever is the matter. His finger was drawing blood as the new glass he’d been given was chipped on the end, in turn slicing the edge of his finger. “Oh dear, here let me help” you grabbed one of the inscribed handkerchiefs from the pile and applied pressure on his finger, only noticing your proximity when he chuckled. “What a first acquaintance” you laugh and agree. “You’re good at this” he hums “nurse in the war.” You say, not really wanting to reflect on the past.

🍺“May I buy you another drink for your troubles? Or possibly dinner?” He inquires with an up quirked lip. “No thank-” “I think she’s quite happy with the fella she’s got, son.” An angered voice quipped from behind you through gritted teeth, an arm snaking around your waist as the boy’s face ran pale. “Mr Shelby, sorry she didn’t say-” “she shouldn’t have too. Now fuck off before I kick the living daylights out of ya.” Arthur threatens and the previously smug man makes himself scarce.

🍺“Arthur,” “c’mon. We’re leaving.” He says, dragging you through the crowds of people and hailing a taxi, still gentlemanly opening the door for you but clambering in beside you, the smoke billowing from his ears fogging the windows. “Fucking little boy thinking he can talk to my fuckin’ woman, fuckin’ bastard” he reiteratively mumbled under his breath until he reached his house, roughly taking you from the car and throwing a wad of cash at the driver.

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

[eyelessfaces]

My only Bob thought is that I need some Bob writers to look me in the eyes and say they understand that he is a grown man. He is a whole adult. Because the infantilization of him is absolutely insane work.

It's like they headcanon him as only experiencing a max of 3 basic life experiences. Or he is incapable of existing in life detached from the rest of the team. I'm not even talking about how taking care of yourself is significantly harder when you're depressed. I've read some fics where he's being babysat like a whole 10 year old.

Also, why is it impossible for him to meet/know people outside of the Watchtower? He's not Rapunzel. Why can't he have a partner in fics who is just Normal? I actually think that would be a reprieve for him to have some connection to Normal outside of the team. I get that initially, it may have been a game of watching him to ensure that Sentry (and in turn, the Void) didn't come out again, but after so many months the guy needs some fresh air. He needs to experience the New York subway. Let him meet people outside!

I kinda strayed from my original point but it still stands.

actually thank you for this because this is what I've been thinking but haven't had the guts to say because I feel like it's an endless battle to try and stop people from infantilizing mentally ill characters. I don't know if you're familiar with moon knight but they treated steven grant the same way and it kinda ruined the character for me, as sad as it is.

but to come back to bob specifically, I can only say I totally agree with you, because I've seen some people go "blah blah blah he can only hang outside the watchtower if yelena is with him" ?what the hell? this man went on a wholeass trip to malaysia alone to get more drugs. he's capable. he's not some child or some puppy who can't act on his own. that's kinda crazy. not to mention bob was literally a drug addict for years and I know from my friends experiences that it can put you in some crazy situations. he will be fine casually hanging out in new york

same thing for people saying he's shy?? he has anxiety and he's a bit awkward, okay. but he literally told john he was an asshole within a few hours of meeting him.

as for the part where you talk about him meeting people outside the watchtower, I definitely agree, but honestly I think most people write a thunderbolt self insert or make bob live within the group exclusively because it's just, for plot reasons, easier to be part of the whole landscape.

the very first fic I wrote for him barely mentioned all of this and explored outside of this as the insert was someone "outside", and now that I wrote some more, I can definitely tell you it IS easier to write him as a part of the group, so I will be defending that part, but I totally agree that he shouldn't be treated like some leashed dog that needs to be accompanied whenever he goes out because this is just ridiculous and barely makes sense

[lordprettyflackotara]

nectar of the gods || colby brock

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ tw: best friend!colby, virginity loss, innocent reader for the most part, blood is like BRIEFLY mentioned, lots of praise, very fluffy if i’m being honest

“Just like that angel, spread your thighs apart for me,” Colby cooed. You could feel your face flush with embarrassment as you did as instructed, your silk night gown bunched around your waist. Your best friend’s pupil became blown with lust, his mouth watering at the sight of your exposed cunt. “Now take your fingers and spread your folds for me,” He ordered, his large hand palming his aching cock through his jeans. You had asked Colby to teach you how to touch yourself. Surely you could trust your best friend, right?

You spread your folds with your index and middle finger, avoiding Colby’s lustful gaze. “Look at me angel, look at me as you rub your clit in slow circles for me,” He said. You met his gaze, his face as flushed as yours. His words were only making you wetter, your fingers slowly circling your clit as instructed. “Good girl, just like that. Doesn’t that feel good?” Colby asked teasingly. It wasn’t apart of the deal that he touched himself, but the brunette couldn’t take it anymore. You were just so innocent, your cross necklace still dangling from your neck as you put on the world’s most sinful show for him. “So good Colbs,” You whimpered, the pleasure beginning to build in your stomach. Colby bit his bottom lip as he finally had his shaft in hand, stroking it at the sight of your wet cunt.

Corrupting your innocence was just so fucking intoxicating, the brunette honored you trusted him to ask him to teach you this. “Now slowly put them inside,” Colby ordered softly. Your eyebrows raised just in the slightest. “I-inside?” You stuttered. Not only were you a virgin, but you had never even tried to finger yourself? Colby could’ve came right there and then. “It won’t hurt angel, not with how wet you are for me,” He cooed. He ran his thumb over his slit, watching in awe as you slowly dipped your fingers into your cunt. “Now curl them,” Colby said. The sinful moan that escaped your lips was heavenly to his ears, the brunette stroking his cock faster.

“Colby?”

His blue eyes strayed from your cunt, meeting your gaze. Your doe eyes met his, your plump lips dying to be kissed. “Hmm?” He replied, his hand still pumping his shaft. You continued to move your fingers, small whimpers escaping your throat. “I-it doesn’t feel like I can reach deep enough to make myself feel like, um, really good,” You admitted shyly. Colby’s eyes widened as your cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Maybe you could help me?"

Colby thought his heart had stopped for a second, his mouth running dry. "O-Of course," He stuttered. He climbed towards you on the bed, your sweet eyes looking up at him for guidance. Colby slowly grabbed your wrist, pulling your fingers out of your aching cunt. He brought them to his lips, sucking your juices off of your digits. You tasted so sweet, the brunette gaining the urge to devour you until you were squirming. Colby attempted to maintain his composure, not wanting to overwhelm you. You were an innocent little thing, one that needed to be handled with the upmost care. He sucked your fingers clean, before guiding his index and middle fingers to your mouth. "Open," He mumbled. You maintained eye contact as you opened your mouth, your best friend putting his fingers on top of your tongue. "Suck," Colby said. You seemed puzzled, beginning to suck at his fingers like candy. "Make em nice and wet for me, yeah? Wanna make sure you can take em," Colby explained. Your eyebrows relaxed, your head bobbing up and down on his fingers.

The sight of you sucking his fingers so desperately only made his cock ache more. Colby bit his bottom lip to maintain composure, not wanting to groan just yet. This needed to be about you. His innocent best friend. He removed his fingers from your mouth, bringing his index finger to your aching cunt. "You're sure about this?" Colby asked hesitantly. It wasn't like he didn't want to, the brunette so horny his hips threatening to hump the mattress to produce some sort of friction. "Please Colby, want you to make me feel good," You whined. The brunette settled in between your thighs, admiring your sex as you nervously stared down at him. You were borderline shaking, biting the inside of your cheek. You trusted Colby, he had been your best friend since pre school. But you had never done anything like this before, the delicious craving you had foreign and unusual. On top of all of that, you had never felt more vulnerable.

Colby placed a soft kiss over the stretch marks that were on your inner thighs, looking up at you. "Relax angel, I got you," He whispered. He slowly slid his index finger inside of you, your gummy walls clinging to his singular digit. The brunette bit his bottom lip, amazed as how tight you were. Your walls fluttered around him as he curled his finger upwards, finding your g spot with ease. You were embarrassed at moan that left your lips, your cheeks flushing red. "Such pretty noises. Let it out for me," Colby praised. He continued to slowly curl his finger, before slowly inserting his second one. He could feel your walls clenching around him now, his cock only aching more and more. Your eyes were screwed shut, your hips bucking upwards. You were signaling to him you wanted more, and you wanted more now. Colby curled his fingers faster inside of you, admiring your glistening cunt. "Can I taste you?" He whispered, in disbelief he allowed the words to escape his mouth. You curiously peered down at him, trying to formulate words as he finger fucked you.

"Taste...?" You said slowly, your word sounding more like a question. Colby nodded, his own cheeks beginning to flush pink. "Like this," He explained. His breath fanned over your folds for a minute, waiting to see if you'd stop him. He wanted nothing more then for you to be comfortable. This was all about you. You were the star of the show. The only thing that mattered. You shuddered as he licked up your folds, his fingers beginning to pick up the pace once more. Your eyes widened as you moaned his name. "Fuck, yes, Colby!" You panted. Colby grinned into your cunt as your head fell back onto the pillow, his lips beginning to suck at your clit. A foreign feeling was arising in you, your stomach tightening and eyebrows furrowed. You felt fucking euphoric, your noises unholy as Colby lapped at your clit. Your thighs involuntarily squeezed his head, causing the brunette to moan into your sex. The vibrations only sent you more into a frenzy. "Colbs, so good, I-I," You slurred, your hips bucking upwards. Colby watched you cum on his fingers, groaning as your thighs shook around his head.

He was in heaven, watching you come down from your high. He slowly pulled away from your cunt, sucking your juices off of is fingers. Your pussy tasted like fucking nectar. You seemed spent, face flushed and heart pounding. Colby began to redress himself, your small hand stopping him. "Colbs..." You started awkwardly. You were still regaining your breath, licking your dry lips. His blue eyes met yours. "Yes angel?" He replied. Your next words were ones Colby thought he would only hear in his fantasies. "I want you. You know, all the way," You admitted sheepishly. Colby blinked, his brain taking a few seconds to process your request. "We don't have to, this was all for you, don't worry about me," Colby rambled. You brought your soft hand to his cheek, cupping the skin. "Please," You whispered. Colby admired your beauty for a moment. Your plump lips and soft eyes. Who was he to deny you of your request? He brought himself closer to you, shoving his shirt over his head before bringing his lips to yours. The two of you had pecked each other before. Being best friends since pre school meant lots of spin the bottle games and dares through out your middle and high school years.

But this. This was different. He could still taste the cherry candy you were sucking on earlier, your lip gloss dancing across his tastebuds along with it. You were intoxicating and you didn't even know it, your legs opening wider. Colby brought himself on top of you, awkwardly rushing to shove his pants and boxers down. You giggled as he struggled to, letting out a nervous chuckle as he finally managed to get them off and toss them aside. "We can stop at any point, just say the word," Colby said firmly. His cock was a mere inch away from your aching slick. "Colbs i'm fine I promise," You insisted. Your core was aching. This ache. This desire. Your body was screaming for it's new found release. One that you wanted Colby to give you. Colby wasn't a virgin by any means. If anything he was a retired player from his high school years. He was more then experienced. But yet you made him feel like he was losing his virginity all over again. He held up his pinky. "Pinky promise?" He said. You laced your small pinky with his, giving him one of your sickeningly sweet smiles. "I pinky promise," You repeated.

Colby kissed your lips, pecking to your cheek, then down to your neck. "You're gonna feel a bit of a stretch angel, but don't worry, I got you," He huffed. He brought his cock to your cunt, rubbing his tip up and down your folds to collect your slick. He placed sloppy kisses onto your neck as he began to push inside of you, pain striking up your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as he slowly made his way inside of you. Your walls were clinging desperately to his cock, the brunette groaning into your skin. "Fucking hell, so tight," He grunted. Colby continued to kiss and suck at your neck, hoping to help relax your body as he bottomed out inside of you. His tip brushed against your g spot, the new sensation causing you to moan. Colby slithered one of his hands down to your clit, drawing slow circles around the bud to help you loosen up. "That feel good?" He asked teasingly, noting the way your walls were beginning to relax around him. Your head was tilted back, giving him access to your sweet spot on your neck. Colby sucked at the sensitive skin, beginning to move his hips. Your unholy noises were sounds of encouragement, his lips littering your neck with hickies.

Colby finally released your neck, admiring the fresh brown and red marks that he had created. He planted his hands by your head, balancing himself as he thrust into you. He watched your cross necklace bounce up and down as he began to properly fuck you. "That feels so fucking good Colby, oh- oh my- fuck," You babbled, meeting his loving gaze. You had never looked more beautiful, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as you moaned for him. "Go faster, please, need more," You pleaded. Colby grinned at your request, fucking you more aggressively. "You're doing so well angel, taking me so well," He praised. Your walls were so tight Colby was holding himself back, your cunt milking him. "This feel good? Am I making you feel good?" Colby asked teasingly. It was in both of your natures to tease the other, the habit not faltering as his hips snapped into yours. "So much better than I-I could've imagined," You sputtered. Your ability to form comprehensible thoughts or words was disappearing, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Colby fucked you.

You were angelic like this, your mouth spewing curses and pure filth as his cock abused your g spot. He began to nip and suck at the other side of your neck, determined to leave as many marks on you as possible. Colby felt your walls squeeze him once more, your final orgasm close. "You're such a good girl. My good girl," Colby praised, his breath hot against your skin. You moaned out a curse, your nails digging into his back. "Go on angel, be my good girl and cum on my cock for me," He encouraged. His praise sent you over the edge, your body shaking and thighs trembling as you came around his cock. Through gritted teeth Colby held back his own orgasm, meeting your fucked out gaze. "Where do you want me love?" He asked. The pleasure was overwhelming, your cunt becoming overstimulated as he continued to thrust into you. "Inside, need it so bad," You whimpered. Colby groaned your name as he came inside of your cunt, both of you panting messes. He forced himself to pull it together, pulling his cock out of you. A light layer of blood and your cum stained his shaft, the brunette glancing up at you. Your beautiful eyes were fluttered shut, your breathing slow and even.

"Cmon angel lets get you cleaned up. You gotta pee then we'll get in the bath," Colby cooed. In a dazed state you nodded, allowing your best friend to scoop you into his arms bridal style. You laid your head on his tattooed chest, the brunette placing a soft kiss against your forehead. He knew there was no way the two of you could go back to being friends after this, and he was more than okay with that.

[starzblvd]

Is she all that you want? Is she all that you need?

marriagecouncler!reader x married!ellie, cheating, mid/late twenties, fluff + suggestive, smoking an; i thought of this during one of my classes and i can’t tell if this idea is stupid or not but still came out longer than i thought bye, obvi i don’t actually condone cheating

marriagecouncler!reader that choose this job for being an absolute natural in the matchmaking field. You’ve paired countless couples, take your very first perfect pairing Tommy and Maria, constant on and offs with absolute no pay off, after secret private meetings with both of them since you really had no qualifications yet, you not only rekindled their relationship to on again but now they stuck onto each other like superglue, so marriage counseling should be a piece of cake! The beginning of your career was easy cruising, teaching communication skills for poor strained and confused couples in need. Work was a whole lot easier when you weren’t attracted to your client though.

marriagecouncler!reader who’s leaned over her desk to reach across with an outstretched manicured hand to her newest clients, Ellie Williams and Cat somethinglastname. They went way back marrying young at twenty and had only started dating each other in senior year of highschool. Of course you weren’t there to judge, but both of them looked completely tired of each other. The way they looked at each other was as passionate as a stranger you would bump into. You sat back down into your leather chair assessing both of them and their story how getting married at 20 was probably the worst thing they ever choose to do with their free will, Ellie though was something you had to analyze for yourself. Short tussled auburn hair strayed into a bun, freckled cheeks kissed by the sun too hard burning them a bit pink, a lean and toned build you caught onto once seeing her forearms in her tattered brown flannel.

marriagecouncler!reader looking hopeless with a hand under the chin at the couple situated on complete opposite sides of the love seat, “No, no. I never said you couldn’t hang out with Dina i just said you really shouldn’t if you know what’s good for our marriage.”

“Hello are you hearing yourself? That’s the same thing! She’s been my friend since middle school and you want to ice me out because she asked me to be JJ’s godmother and you think she wants me to be her new mommy too?”

Cat had both her arms and legs crossed and looked like she was ready to chew out Ellie and whatever words she had left. She combed through her short bob, glancing back at you staring at you with a “see what I have to deal with?” stare. The session was coming to its end and most of it was spent spatting which they could’ve done at home like they usually do free of charge.

“Okay so we really have to instill some skill like tools-“

“Save it. We’re out, don’t want your overtime fee, see you.” Cat yanked her jacket from the middle of the cushions and saw herself out the door, she wasn’t going to cooperate that was for sure. Ellie sighed, sunken down into her own separate island feeling embarrassed over her grown wife’s tantrum, her eyes looked tired similar to an old weary dog.

“I’m sorry, i’m sure it wasn’t her intention to come off that rude.” She looked so defeated and so fine. It felt heated in your office or maybe it was just yourself, you looked back at her apologetically because it would be anything but unprofessional to gang up on the other partner.

“Do you still even want her?” It was like the words struck out of you, the thought that threatened to slip out from you the entire hour came out like a barrel from a sawed off shotgun.

marriagecouncler!reader who was being stared down at by Ellie with a look that crossed terrified and confusion together. As fast as you said that was as fast as the regret settled in, you sat up to scramble an apology before Ellie interrupted with her reply,

“At the time when we got together I must have, I mean I was happy enough to let her puncture her design into my skin,” she grinned coyly raising her tatted forearm from the armrest, she honestly looked so cute defeated you looked at her hopelessly again, but not out of pity, more so that you know this was going hard case for your personal sake.

marriagecouncler!reader that suggests separate, alone, one on one counseling sessions! You schedule Cat at an earlier time save Ellie for your last session so the thought of having to hurry along to get the next client in the chair wasn’t a problem. Instead of working on instilling those ’skillful tools’ like promised, you found that talking about your interests was so much more interesting. From those long running sessions you now know about her life long passion for the stars above and how convinced she use to be and probably still is that a constellation is in the scatter of her freckles, or how she’s equally talented in drawing and writing. Ellie would warm up hotter each session, from sitting 6 feet apart to scooting her seat right in front of your desk to elaborate further on whatever she talked about, eventually she asked if you would like to come over, sort of.

“All my guitars every single one of them, made by hand, by my dad,”

“You should let me hear you play sometime,”

“I mean if you came over..”

marriagecouncler!reader that found herself in Ellie’s shared estate with Cat, coincidentally while Cat was busy away at work. You knew Ellie’s wife and you were sure she wouldn’t mind! Now on their couch, you watched Ellie flustered while telling you even more of her life before marriage, how Joel was the person to get her to pick up a guitar in the first place after seeing how the move across the country at fourteen bummed her out. She took a guitar off the wall that was engraved with the same moth and fern on her made from mahogany wood and plated in silver frets,

“This one’s my favorite, she was a wedding gift and the one I mostly play on, here let me-“

The headstock of the guitar knocked over an altoids can off the short legged table, now opened you could see the pre-rolled joints stashed inside

“fuck.”

marriagecouncler!reader that has a smoke sesh on a married couples bed. Only after Ellie explained on a rant how she didn’t get high all the time and it was just that the stress was grinding her down to dust, being understanding you told her you couldn’t care less. So, maybe asking if you wanted to light one wasn't outside the realm of boundaries.

“My lighters in the room i’m not allowed to sleep in anymore, cmon follow me,”

She lit one up for you to share amongst yourselves right there without bothering to move back down, at first you just enjoyed each others face, looking, batting eyes and wasting time instead of acting out what both of you wanted to do, both of you still waiting on the other. Her dimmed eyes were like a lure steering you in, “i think we know what this.” it came out as a whisper from you, not needing to speak up since she was right in front of you.

Ellie was still a bit timid as the first time you met her, but now with more of air of confidence.

“I never denied you before,” you didn’t know if to thank the weed or her pure surge of impulse, but you were really fucking grateful she kissed you first when you leaned in impossibly close to her.

If Cat really was all Ellie needed she wouldn’t have her hands squeezing your hips and using the hold she had on you to push down onto her raised knee so you could get yourself off humping her and into her. She let you comb the layers in her hair with your fingers while kissing you as needy as she was for not being very active as of late.

marriagecouncler!reader that comes to the conclusion that divorce isn’t a shameful thing at all, but a new path for an opportunity of happiness in a new lasting love! Ellie nodded in complete compliance like the idea hadn’t struck her sooner or that you hadn’t both planned this in the back door of her kitchen while you were one step outside with your tousled hair and inside out crinkled top. The familiar sound of Cat’s car pulling up in the driveway dissolved the moment into a panic of Ellie jumping into her jeans while you picked up your tossed bra from the lamp shade. You rushed to the bottom floor on your tippy toes down the stairs, Ellie following suite whisper screaming “Kitchen! door outside in kitchen!” You wish you had the privilege of privacy, but you can’t really do that in someone else’s house and for the reason of hiding an affair. Turning the doorknob and throwing the door against the outside wall you bent over to slide into your kitten heels giggling a goodbye,

“Call me when you miss me yeah?”

“Too corny to ask to call you mine and call off this matrimony?” Ellie stood perched on the doorway with that forsaken grin she pulls out each time she gets flustered, she sounded like an absolute dork despite an absolute dick for being a cheater in her shared home.

Back in your office Cat cracked a smile for the first time ever, she took out a pen from her own purse and signed the documents you oh so suddenly conveniently had on hand.

marriagecouncler!reader that has to stay a secret for a few months so Ellie didn’t look like two faced whore. Driving to the next town over to have dinner in public in her new sports car because when’s a better time to treat yourself than setting yourself free from a draining relationship? As much as she had to keep things private from everyone else she always made sure to let you know how much she loved you even if it wasn’t in words all time, whether it be in the way she got intimate with you, holding you like an anchor to herself or how she helped you in practically whatever you asked. Around the 7 month mark you both did have to work out a new story as to to how you met for the sake of saving yourselves of having to serve the dirty details to everybody.

marriagecouncler!reader that has an awkward reencounter with Tommy and Maria in the backyard of Joel’s house during a family get together as Ellie’s new girlfriend.

[lottesreads]

Why Me? - Part 14

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Mitchell! Female Reader (Callsign Mantis)

Warnings: Forbidden relationship, some angst, fluff (yes fluff this time), lying, talk of abuse, swearing, mentions of death and cancer

Word Count: 6500

Summary: Your stay at Bob's is over and it's time to go back to work. It's different this time, knowing the two of you are on the same page, and you're excited to see where it takes you. Even if that means hiding it from everyone else.

A/N: I'm back my beautiful folks, it only took me being disappointed in real men again to want to write about the perfect fake one. That and Thunderbolts. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I love to hear what you think and I am very happy to be back :) (reblogs and comments make me happy btw)

It's also been so long I hope the taglist is accurate (but pls let me know if you want to be added or I missed you)

Masterlist

That weekend you don’t spend the entire time holed up in your room. You don’t cry again. And you don’t shut yourself off to the world. You see a reason to look for the sun behind the clouds, and when it finally emerges that Sunday afternoon, you take the time to allow yourself to feel it warm your skin. The gleam reflecting on that delicate butterfly pendant is what wakes you, and you know everything is going to be ok.

You’re at ease with your dad, granted, he’s still a bit upset with you. But “upset” with your dad means he just sighs at you every couple of hours and remembers that he loves you after he forgets what he was mad about. When he does that though, you get a little gnawing of guilt in the back of your head. Like his exhalation of breath is steadily blowing up a balloon of your own wrongdoings that could pop at any second.

As you get ready for work the next morning, combing your hair back so not a single stray stands out, you’re being pulled in different directions. Your dad wants to see you succeed, and you want him to be able to do that… from a safe distance. He and everybody else at work are your painful reality. And sometimes it’s good to remind yourself you can’t have everything. Not yet. On the other hand, you want to be happy outside of your career. And you think Bob can do that for you. More importantly you’re hoping you can do that for Bob.

Patience is a virtue, but you’ve decidedly been patient for long enough. For multiple things. Now you’re ready to take what you want. Even as your father’s bike rumbles out of the garage, you’re impatiently fiddling with your flight suit in the mirror. Your eyes run up and down your form several times, almost like anyone would notice a single wrinkle. Even so, you still find yourself smoothing out any irregularity, until you reach your face.

You had thought about covering the bruise with makeup, just to avoid the questioning. But what do you have to hide? This one was an accident this time.

She had usually refrained from actually hitting you in the face. Mostly just pushing and grabbing at your wrists to get your attention. It wasn’t uncommon for her to grip your chin in her cold hands and force you to look at her, but that rarely left any kind of mark to be covered. Only when she was uncontrollably angry would she leave a mark that could be so blatantly seen, so hard to cover up. One of those including the last time you saw her. When she left you crying on the floor of your bedroom while she made her plans to change the locks the next morning.

Often the blows to your face would be an open palm. One that would hurt enough to leave a sting and a faint flush that would be gone as quick as it came. The feeling, however, wouldn't disappear as fast. You’d be stuck with the memory of the burning sensation and gut wrenching fear for the rest of your life. There’s the occasional scar you’ll remember every once in a while that you’ll try to rub off from over your shirt or pants. But it’s already become a part of you. A part of your story you try not to dwell on no matter how hard your brain tries to get you to revisit.

A knock to the door has you flinching as you run to answer. Bob stands with his hands behind his back and dares to look surprised as you answer.

“Hey”, he greets you with a smile.

“Hey”, you breathlessly smile back. “You know you could have just texted me, right?”

“Uh”, he scratches the back of his neck as he walks you to his truck, “I guess, but that didn’t feel right to me.” He stands to open your door, and once again you are floored by this man’s chivalry. You smile as he slides in on his side.

The streets are still damp with whatever water mother nature rained down last night, and the slight chill from the walk to Bob’s truck gives you goosebumps under your flight suit. As Bob pulls away the radio turns on and he starts humming to the familiar Johnny Cash tune. You turn and smirk as he absentmindedly mouths the words.

“I fell into the burning ring of fire”, he mutters as you shake your head. He turns at the motion. “What?”

“You are not beating those country boy allegations, Bob Floyd.”

“Who said I was denying them?”, he asks with a nervous smirk.

The drive is short, but comfortable. Eventually your hands drift closer together the further into your conversation. But it’s cut short when you make it to the front gates. At the sight you pull your hand back to your lap. Bob tries not to take offense, he knows he’ll have to get used to this part.

Bob parks his truck and the two of you stare at the building in front of you. You’re both so unsure of how things are going to look when you step inside, but you know you’ll have each other.

“Hey”, Bob gently knocks his hand into your knee, “You ok?”

“Yeah”, you nod. This is something you’re good at, you remind yourself. Pretending. “We’re just carpooling to work for the same reasons we told my dad, ok?” Bob furrows his brow and nods, as if taking orders from a superior. “If anyone asks, stick to the story. And if you have to tell anyone, don’t make it sound too rehearsed or too casual.” His brow ticks up and you elaborate, “There’s a fine line in there- but you already did a good job with my dad. So, nothing to worry about, right?” 

His brow is still furrowed in concentration but he forces the uptick of a smile. A grimace is what it is. You sigh and on instinct reach out to grab his hand before stopping and folding it in your lap instead. You realize you should have had a conversation before going to work, but this will have to do for now. “Just- act normal. We’re friends.”

“We are friends, Mantis”, he adds as you try not to get lost in his eyes. You know what he means. You were friends before you realized what you meant to each other, and you’re still friends. Nothing is going to change that.

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You’re putting your bag in your locker when you hear Halo and Phoenix’s voices echoing across the tile. Taking a shallow breath, you grab what you need and turn to face them as they walk in.

“Morning!”, you smile.

“Morning, Mantis”, Phoenix responds before even looking at you. And then she turns. “Oh my GOD! What happened?!”, she asks as she gets close enough to inspect the bruise. 

“It was an accident, I took a baseball to the face on Friday”, you tell her as she scrutinizes the mark.

“Why the hell would you even be near a baseball? There’s no need for-”, she stops herself before the steam starts pouring out of her ears. If you ever had any doubt she was protective-  “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine”, you smile. Mostly just enraptured with the concern etched into her features. 

“Ok… But say the word and I will be ready to bash in some skulls.” Begrudgingly, Phoenix allows you to finish what you were doing as Halo grimaces at your face. The three of you go on with your morning, walking to the classroom only to be greeted by more eyes on you. You’re really not meaning to, but you catch on to Bob as he gives you a small smile.

And even as Fanboy starts speaking, your eyes stop on Rooster as he sits in the back, head resting on his fist. You’re sure if no one was talking you could audibly hear him gulp as he eyes your bruise in regret.

“Whoa-”, Fanboy stares, “What the hell happened to your face?”. You stare at him straight in the eye as everyone else looks on.

“That’s rude”, you playfully scoff, “I don’t go around asking what’s wrong with your face”, you deadpan as Payback laughs from beside him.

“Man, c’mon”, he mutters as you smile.

“I wasn’t paying attention when playing catch. Not a big deal”, you finally tell him as you sit behind Bob. He tries best not to stare, but then his eyes move behind you and you almost swear there’s a glare under those lenses as he glances at Rooster.

“Welcome back everyone!”, your dad announces as he takes his place at the podium. “Glad to see you’re all in good shape”, his eyes graze the room and he winces at his choice of words once he sees you, “Well, most of you anyway.” You do your best not to roll your eyes as he gets on with the objectives for the week.

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When lunch rolls around you’re feeling good. You’ve had the chance to get in the air, just to practice a few basic maneuvers, no dog fights quite yet, but you’re ready for whatever gets thrown your way. Everyone else is already in the mess hall, and you take the chance to enjoy the blue skies as you walk to join Bob. Still, you’re made aware of someone walking next to you and with a glance you realize the tall doofus is Rooster. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel him glancing at your face again. You really thought after Friday he was going to try and stay away. But you guess it’s hard when you have to see each other every day at work.

“Can I help you-”

“Why are you covering for me?”, he asks, interrupting you. You furrow your brow and continue on. “You could have told them it was my fault.” You can’t help but scoff.

“I’m not gonna stir the pot, there’s no need for them to hate you more than they already do.” He huffs, half out of laughing and the other out of the truth.

“Well thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” You make it to the entrance of the mess hall and spot Bob waiting for you at his usual table. He hasn’t seen you yet, and you’re reminded of what made you run to him in the first place.

Rooster goes to walk off to his sad little table by himself, but at the last second you stop him.

“Wait”, he turns at your voice, “That box that you brought over, how long did you have it?” He shrugs, thinking back.

“A long time. I didn’t even know I had it until I started moving.” 

“Did you have any idea what was in there?” He shuffles on his feet and starts picking at his thumbs. A nervous tick he’s had since he was a kid.

“I knew there was a letter for you. I didn’t open it. There was one for me, too.” He’s trying his best to look anywhere but at you. “Listen, if I knew what was in there I wouldn’t have left it sitting in storage for sixteen years.” He knows he’s not going to be on your good side in the near future. There wouldn’t be a reason for him to lie about this, and you’re inclined to believe him.

“Ok. Thank you.” The two of you stand there, longing to say anything else about the subject, to hear anything from a woman the two of you held so dear. Instead he clenches and unclenches his fist near his side. A way to stop himself from encroaching on your boundaries.

“You’re welcome”, he mutters indignantly. You sigh as you watch him walk away. Shaking the interaction off you make your way over to Bob.

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The rest of the day goes by without a hitch. The rest of the week actually. Not a single thing out of place. Which unnerves you. Your dad has everyone back up in the air, practicing evasive maneuvers, target practice, any kind of skill the Navy doesn’t want rusting up before going back overseas. Whenever that’ll be.

You eventually tell Bob that he doesn’t have to walk up to your door every time he picks you up, but even as he texts you that he’s there, he’s waiting to open his truck door for you. And everytime it gets harder and harder to hide how giddy he makes you feel. You’re sure you can see on his face how he doesn’t tire of it. Almost like every time you walk out the door, he’s seeing you for the first time. And it makes you feel special. He makes you feel special. 

Even when you don’t see each other over the weekend, the first weekend in a while that you decide not to see each other, you’re still texting almost nonstop. Your dad decided to spend the weekend with you, which you’re grateful for, but it’s kind of hard to pay attention to The Goonies when Bob keeps sending you pictures of Sylvia sleeping in precarious positions.

“What’re you laughing at?”, your dad asks as you shut your phone off.

“Nothing, just a stupid meme Phoenix sent me”, you easily lie before he turns back to the movie.

“Something I wouldn’t understand I’m assuming?” You fix your attention on his face in the glow of the tv. You take your concerns and shove them to the back of your mind as he chuckles at Sloth and Chunk sharing a Baby Ruth.

“No. Probably not.”

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“Dude, why have you been giving Mantis rides for the past week?”, Fanboy asks Bob as he sits down across from him.. Bob swallows his mouth full of food before remembering to stay calm, despite his accelerated heart rate. He shrugs in an attempt to make it seem, as you said “casual”.

“Her car’s in the shop after she came over to help me look for Sylvia. She ran out during the storm, and while Mantis was helping me look her car took some damage.” He glances at Fanboy, who shrugs and decides it makes sense. But right as Bob thinks he’s in the clear, Fanboy has to pipe up again.

“Why didn’t you call me? I could have helped” Bob tries not to laugh as he remembers Sylvia booking it upstairs last time Fanboy came around.

“If she saw you, she would have run the other way.”

“Yet you called Mantis.”

“It’s cause Syl actually likes her.” Bob sees the real distress on his face as he picks at his food.

“You told me she was just shy”, he shrugs in response as you take your seat next to him.

“Hey, what happened to your car?”, Fanboy asks as you dig into your lunch. Your hand freezes for a split second. Bob can almost see it in real time how you adjust from your relaxed self.

“Oh, that- Well a palm tree fell on it and-”

“A palm tree?”, he almost shouts.

“Yes, a palm tree. Shop says it’ll take a while to have everything fixed, but they’ll be able to do it.” Bob wonders why you haven’t said anything to him about it. He tried asking you on a ride home last week why you wouldn’t just get a new car if the damage was that extensive, but you brushed him off. Saying something about how the car’s sentimental to you. Even if it is a hunk of junk.

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Even in late September the heat radiating off the runway is enough to make you sweat. Not only that, but you’re about to head up in your jet which will make it even harder to see straight. You’re not gonna complain, though. It could be worse. You could be stuck in Lemoore, landlocked without a beach in sight. At least here you get the ocean breeze.

An arm makes its way across your shoulders, and you don’t even need to look over to know who it is.

“You ready to kick some ass?”, Phoenix asks as she marches alongside you. You can’t help but laugh. She’s been saying the same iteration of the same few words since you met. Whether it was for a test you stayed up late studying for, teaming up for a game of beer pong, and even when she threatened to go kick your ex’s ass when she lovingly named him “lieutenant douchebag”. But that’s a whole other story in itself. Just another time she had your back.

“You bet I am”, you respond with determination. Bob jogs up and meets Phoenix on her other side. You give him a look from over your sunglasses and he clears his throat.

“Hey Phoenix, your boot’s untied”, he points to her shoes as the three of you stop.

“You guys go on ahead”, she shoos you to keep walking as she kneels to relace her boot. The rest of the tarmac is almost empty, save for the few technicians tending to the jets. Still, you keep a safe amount of distance between yourself and Bob as you leisurely make your way further.

“So uh-”, Bob starts as you turn to spare a glance in his direction, “Are you doing anything Friday?”

“Depends on what you’re about to ask me”, you say with a small smirk.

“Well, I was wondering if…”, he stops to take a look around before continuing, scratching the back of his neck in the process, “maybe that might be a good day to go on that date we talked about?” Your knee jerk reaction is to smile, and it takes everything in you to chew your lip and look straight ahead.

“Yeah”, you cough, “That would work.” Phoenix makes her way back to the two of you and the conversation ends there. Bob nearly trips over his own feet as he tries to get a last glance of you when you stop at your jet, and you have to turn away in order not to laugh.

“Whoa, you alright there Floyd?”, you hear Phoenix ask him.

“Yeah- yeah I’m alright”, he mutters as you sneak a look at him. He catches your eye and your smile wins over.

That drive home you don’t hesitate to take his hand when his truck rolls off base. You try to hide your smile by staring out the window, but Bob can still see it in the way your eyes crinkle at the sides. He simply squeezes your hand and keeps on driving. 

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As soon as Friday rolls around, you’re having trouble trying to suppress your excitement for the night. Even as you beat Coyote in a dogfight, he raises an eyebrow at your overly animated figure giving him finger guns as he falls to do his pushups.

“Better luck next time Coyote!”, you throw over your shoulder as you head to lunch.

“Something’s different about you”, Phoenix comments under a squint while she points at you with her fork. She has you abruptly swallowing the bite of your lunch you were still chewing and you clear your throat before you choke.

“What are you talking about?”, you attempt to brush it off without even looking at her.

“I don’t know”, she muses. “You seem… lighter.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”, you ask with a dry laugh.

“No”, she waves her fork around again. Now sending salad dressing flying in specks over the table. “I just wanna know what changed.”

“Well”, you shift in your seat, “I have a standing therapy appointment every Wednesday and that’s been helpful.” Her eyes light up as she smiles. You didn’t realize you were so transparent. But maybe that’s just Phoenix. And your dad. They can see right through you even when you have trouble seeing yourself. Which is what makes it even harder to lie to them.

“That’s great!”, you nod in agreement and there’s a pause in the conversation before she mutters, “I thought you were on drugs or something.” You nearly spit your food out at the accusation.

“You do know what we do for a living, right? That’s a one-way ticket out of here.”

“I know, and I know you’re not the kind of person to go for that kind of thing… but it was just a big change in the last couple weeks.”

“Yeah”, you shrug, “I guess I just decided to stop wallowing and actually do something about it. Do things that will make me happy.”

“Well, whatever you’re doing, keep up with it. I don’t like seeing mopey Mantis, it makes me sad.”

“I was not being mopey”, you can’t help but scoff, even if there’s a bit of truth to her words.

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Bob drops you off at your house as per usual, but this time he lets you know he’ll be back to pick you up at 6:30. You nod and squeeze his hand one last time before running out of his truck and into the house. That’s only two hours from now so you decide to start getting ready immediately. Wash the smell of jet fuel off of your skin. Primp yourself in a way that you haven’t in a long time.

Oh god, you don’t even remember the last time you had to get ready for a date. This was different though. This was Bob.

Of course, even if you are happy like you told Phoenix, not everything goes exactly the way you intend it to. Now for example. Bob will be picking you up for your date in the next few minutes and your dad is supposed to be with Penny tonight. The sound of his bike pulling into the driveway gives way for the first crack in this whole plan. This is how it starts, you think to yourself.

“Whoa, why are you all dolled up?”, your dad’s voice stops you in your tracks as you cap the lipgloss you just got done swiping on. He was not supposed to be here, damn it.

“What, a girl can’t wear a dress for no reason anymore?”, you try to brush him off. In your defense it is a basic yellow sundress, not that the man can differentiate any kind of dress from another. To him any kind of dress or skirt equals fancy.

“No”, he reasons, “Just wondering why you’re wearing one to go dogsit.” You scrunch your nose in frustration. Ensuring your cover, you told your dad you were dog sitting Sylvia while Bob went on a date. Which wasn’t entirely untrue.

“Oh I don’t know, I’m just sick of wearing a flight suit day in and day out. I need to feel like a girl.” The words weigh down on your tongue as you try to come off as light and airy. Bob was supposed to be here any minute, why isn’t this man at his girlfriend’s house?

He nods as if thinking it over and he just about leaves before tapping the frame of your door.

“Oh, did I mention Ice is thinking of having a retirement party?” You turn to stare at him without the barrier of your mirror.

“Really? Or do you mean Sarah wants to throw him one?” He smirks and shakes his head.

“Either way, he’s in remission now and I think it’s as good as any reason to celebrate.” You nod and take a deep breath. You both know having to retire because of cancer wasn’t ideal for Admiral Kazansky. For a while there you weren’t sure if he would recover. You’re just glad he’s finally getting the opportunity to celebrate his career in the Navy, even if it didn’t end the way he wanted it to. He still went out in a blaze of glory, putting your dad exactly where he needed him. Where Rooster and yourself needed him. You remind yourself to text him later.

Your dad walks back down the stairs and you glance at the clock. Bob should be here any second.

“I thought you were going to Penny’s?” You yell down to him as he goes to the kitchen.

“I was, but Jimmy’s sick so she’s covering for him.” You can hear the clink of a glass bottle as he opens the fridge and you roll your eyes.

“So instead of going to see your girlfriend where she works at a bar, you’re choosing to drink alone for the night?” There’s a moment of silence and you know he’s rethinking his choices. “I’m sure she’d be happy to see you during a long shift.” He places his drink back in the fridge, and before you’re done doing up your shoes, a knock comes from the door. Shit. “I’ll get it!”, you yell down the stairs.

“Bob, hey”, you hear your dad greet him as you awkwardly shuffle down the steps with only one shoe on, the other barely hanging on.

Your dad’s back is turned toward you as Bob stands at the door. “I’m sorry”, you mouth in an attempt to wipe the panicked look off of his face. The wide look in his eyes softens as your dad moves out of the way, opening up his view of you. He blinks a couple times to gather himself and you’re able to admire what he’s wearing. It’s not dissimilar to what he wore to brunch, a button up shirt rolled up at the sleeves, tucked into some nice slacks. He awkwardly waves at you, and you’re stuck staring into his blue eyes.

“So Mantis tells me you’re going on a date?” The panicked look reappears on his face, and you cringe as he stumbles through his words.

“Uhh- yes sir. I- I am.”

“Good for you”, he claps him on the shoulder and if you’re not mistaken Bob flinches at the contact. “How’d you meet her, one of those apps?” A sense of calm washes over Bob as he takes a look at you. 

“No actually. I met her at the Hard Deck, sir.” Your heart warms as you walk closer to where the two men are standing. “She just caught my attention, and I haven’t been able to look away since.” Before your dad can sense the shift in energy, you clear your throat and take Bob by the arm.

“Right then”, you interrupt, “We should get going so you’re not late.” Bob’s feet follow the rest of his body as you drag him out to his truck and just when you think you’re out of reach your dad yells out the front door.

“Have fun Bob, be safe!”, he chuckles as you turn to him with wide eyes. Leave it to your father to embarrass you in front of someone he doesn’t even know you’re going on a date with. Parents must have the uncanny ability to know exactly when you’ll feel embarrassment the most, even if they don’t have any clue what they’ve done.

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“Sorry about him”, you break the silence, “he was supposed to be with Penny.”

“Not a problem”, he glances over at you. “You look beautiful by the way.” You can feel your cheeks heat up as you smooth down the skirt of your dress.

“Thank you. You look really nice, too.” You reach over and take his hand, he squeezes a couple times as you let the radio take over the comfortable silence.

Of course Bob opens your door for you, and as soon as you're out of the truck he leads you up the walkway beating you to the front door. You’re not sure what to expect as he faces you.

“Now I know we can’t go out and have a normal date, but I’m hoping this might make up for it.” Reaching for the handle, he opens the door and follows you in.

“Bob”, you gasp. He walks behind you as you try to find every detail in what was once his kitchen. What stands before you now is a homey, dimly lit dinner. There’s a tablecloth over the old table you ate french toast at a couple weeks ago, plates are set with the appropriate silverware and napkins are folded underneath them. The sun peaking through the windows is the only thing lighting up the kitchen where an aroma of tomato, garlic, and herbs emanate your senses.

“It’s too much isn’t it?”, you turn as he rubs the back of his neck. Shaking your head you can’t hide your smile, and you can see the tension leave his shoulders.

“No, it’s- it’s perfect. When did you have time to do all this?” His hand finds the small of your back as he pulls your chair out for you.

“Well, I had this planned ever since I asked you out. I just kept putting off asking you again for some reason.”

“I already said yes, did you think I’d say no?” He bobs his head back and forth as he enters the kitchen, making you turn in your seat to watch him. He doesn’t answer as he grabs the food warming in the oven. “Bob”, you gape.

“I know you wouldn’t, but deep down there was some part of me that thought it was too good to be true.” He plates up your food and sets it down in front of you as you stare at him the entire time. The sun from the early beginnings of dusk settle over him and cast him in a soft glow. He belongs in this light you think. Brings to life the warm fuzzy feeling you get whenever you look at him.

“If it makes you feel better, sometimes I think you’re too good to be true.” He scoffs, but even as you reach across he still gives you his hand to squeeze

“Thank you”, he says as his eyes settle on you. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the daze you’ve put him in. “I hope you’re hungry.”

The two of you sit, eating a delicious meal that Bob made from scratch. Which you compliment him on and he accepts with a blush. He explains how Phoenix gave him the recipe, some family heirloom she wasn’t too eager to give over, but she only did it because it was for him. 

You continue to compliment him over and over on his cooking and attention to detail, although you shouldn’t be surprised. He is a man of precision, and you’re sure he’d be able to follow a simple recipe, but still. He did this for you, and it makes it even better.

The two of you sit at the table a bit longer, talking about everything and nothing. You sit until the sun starts to fall further into the sky, painting the kitchen in a golden hue. You stay that way until Bob starts taking your plate to the sink. You move to get up and help start the dishes, but he turns and gives you a pointed stare. You try to play innocent but he sees right through it, stopping you and taking the dishes from your hands.

“I was thinking we could go for a walk.” A distraction more like. “It’s real close. We could walk to the beach, and if by chance we see anyone we know, we tell them my date ended early and I was repaying you with ice cream.” Distraction or not, it works. But you can’t help but feel grateful and sad at the thoughtful notion.

Bob pointedly gives a look to the neighbors house as he takes Sylvia’s leash in one hand, and leaves the door open for you. He walks closest to the road with Sylvia, letting his free hand fall between the two of you. You offer the same as the backs of your hands brush together as you walk.

The two of you make the short walk to the ice cream shop you passed weeks ago, the one you barely remember making some short remark about. Of course he remembered. The sun casts a golden hue over your figure which distracts Bob long enough for you to pay. He tries to grumble, but you silence him with a look.

“You made dinner, I buy dessert”, you tell him. He shakes his head, but the two of you keep walking. You talk about mindless favorites, colors, animals, what you were obsessed with when you were kids. And you find out Bob had an obsession other than planes while growing up.

“You’re kidding me? Bugs?” He nods as you lead him and Sylvia to rest at a bench.

“Nope, I was pretty into the outdoors as a child. Helps that I grew up doing work outside and I’d find all sorts of things in the fields.” You can’t help but laugh at the irony. While you happen to not be a fan of bugs, particularly the praying mantis, Bob has had a soft spot for them this entire time.

“I even had a journal of all the insects I’d find. Wrote everything I could about them, even included a little drawing.”

“Your own encyclopedia”, you smile. He laughs while you attempt to turn back to your ice cream. If you ignore it any longer it will melt all over your dress. You sit for a bit longer admiring the view over the ocean, but you know you need to head back soon. The sun is disappearing beyond the horizon and you wish for just one moment it would stop. Because in this second, right here with Bob, even out in the open for anyone to see, you feel free.

A Beach Boys song starts playing somewhere further along the beach and you both turn your heads at the sound. As the music continues to set the soundtrack to the night, a couple start to stand and sway together on the sand. They stumble a couple times on the uneven terrain but laugh it off and continue to move together. 

Feeling Bob’s eyes on you, you turn to look back at him. He gives you a small smile drawing attention to the small dab of chocolate ice cream at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, you’ve got a little something right here”, you motion at your own face as he tries to wipe it clean with his hand. His attempt only smears it even more and you laugh as he continues to try and get rid of it. Relenting, you reach and wipe the melted chocolate off with your thumb. You slowly swipe over the corner of his lips, and with no napkin to wipe away the mess you’re left to lick it off your finger.

Bob just about chokes on air at your absentminded motion, but he manages to recover quickly. Hiding his shock under a cough as he stands. He stops himself from lingering on your hand after he offers his own to help you up, but you see the small twitch in his fingers as they fall back to his side.

The walk back is slower than the way over. You’re trying to savor this time, but much like ice cream you only have a short window before it’s gone. Hands brushing against each other, time starts to drip away as you get closer to the house. Your gaze is stuck on Bob the whole time, and you soften at the view. You’re surprised the ice cream didn’t melt any quicker in your hand the way you’re warming from the inside out.

He leads you through the front door and you stop in the living room as Sylvia pads off for bed. It’s already been a few hours since you got there and you know the end of the night has come. Bob steps forward and takes your hand in his. His thumb draws mindless shapes over the back of your hand. Reaching forward, you draw his face to look up at yours.

“You ok?”, you ask. He nods in your hand with a soft smile adorning his lips. You’re both thinking the same thing, you know it. There’s a bittersweet feeling that you can’t go out normally, that tonight might be a one off of walking together, getting ice cream. Normal date things.

“If this were any other ordinary date for you, what would you do differently?” You venture to ask. He takes a second to find his answer, still rubbing soft circles on your skin.

“I would have held your hand as we walked”, he brings your hand up as he kisses the back, “Put my arm around your shoulders as we watched the sunset”, he sets your hand over his shoulder, “And you know what I really wanted to do?” You shake your head as he takes your other hand in his, resting his free hand over your waist, eliciting a smattering of butterflies through your stomach. “I really wanted to ask you to dance.”

You shake your head as you relinquish your hold on Bob for a quick second. He furrows his brow as you scroll through your phone. Seconds later the melodic voices of the Beach Boys singing Don’t Worry Baby fill the living room. He laughs through a shy smile as you set your phone down and resume your position, only this time you put yourself a little closer to him.

“No reason we can’t do that right here”, you tell him. The song plays on as you rest your head on his shoulder, he soon follows suit and rests his head over your own. You’re surrounded by his scent and the only thing you can feel is him. The two of you sway slowly to the tune, but half of it is muffled by the sound of Bob’s heart beating.

Well it’s been building up inside of me

For, oh, I don’t know how long

I don’t know why

But I keep thinking

Something’s bound to go wrong

 You know he can feel you smile through his shirt because you feel him do the same above you.

“You know”, he whispers, “even if we could have done this, it wouldn’t have been any other ordinary kind of date.” You lift your head to get a better look at him.

But she looks in my eyes

“Why’s that?”, you whisper back, unintentionally flicking your eyes to his lips and back.

“You’re not any other ordinary kind of person.” His eyes follow your same motion as you don’t even try to suppress your admiration for this man.

And makes me realize

And she says “Don’t worry baby”

“Neither are you, Bobby.” And as fast as you’ve gone before, it’s almost agonizingly slow before the two of you meet in the middle. His lips are soft on yours, but not only that. They’re gentle. Much like the rest of him. The two of you take your time savoring each other. In the back of your mind you know you’re not worried about someone seeing this time. In the safety of Bob’s home and Bob’s arms you’re at peace. You move at your own pace and everything is perfect. Almost.

Don’t worry baby

Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry baby

A/N: I love Val Kilmer and his death really solidified the fact that Ice was going to live on in this story. I hope it brings a little bit of comfort to other people, not just myself.

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MORE THAN WORDS ✦ ROY KENT

✦ SUMMARY: On her birthday, he gives her everything—thoughtful surprises, quiet moments, and the kind of love only he knows how to show. But in the end, it’s not just about the presents. It’s about him, about them, and about a love that neither of them ever expected to find.

✦ WORD COUNT: 1.6K

✦ WARNINGS: language, fluff, teeny tiny age gap and very light allusions to sex — english is not my first language!

✦ MAY'S RADIO: HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO THE QUEEN—MRS. ROY KENT HERSELF—TALLY A.K.A. @onceuponaoneshotfanfic!! 🥳🎂🎉 Never thought I'd be writing for Roy-o (and to be fair, this was terrifying 😅) but one does crazy things for their best friend, right? 🤪 Don't know if I got him right, but this is my honest attempt—this feels like showing Michelangelo the sculpture you made with sticks and glue 😮‍💨😆 Thank you for being your amazing self, Talita de mi corazón! 💖

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The first thing you see when you wake up is Roy Kent, standing beside the bed, holding a ridiculous little tiara in his rough hands. His face is serious, the permanent scowl intact, but there’s something soft in his eyes, something that makes your heart squeeze in your chest.

“Happy fucking birthday, my love,” he mutters, reaching forward to place the tiara on your head with a gentleness that doesn’t match his usual gruff demeanor. His fingers linger in your hair, brushing lightly over your temple before trailing down your jaw. “You’re wearing this all day. No arguments.”

You blink at him, still groggy, still processing, but then you catch the tiniest twitch of his lips—his version of a smile—and you let out a breathy laugh.“You got me a tiara?”

He grunts, his knuckles grazing your cheek. “'Course I did. You’re a fucking queen.”

You sit up, adjusting the tiara slightly before looking at him. “This is adorable. You’re adorable.”

Roy scoffs, but his ears turn pink. “Shut up.” Then, before you can protest, he bends down and presses a lingering, rough kiss to your forehead, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. “Get up. Got plans for you.”

The moment you step into the kitchen, the smell of coffee and something sweet hits you. Roy’s already there, setting a plate down on the table—pancakes shaped like hearts.

You gasp. “Did you make these?”

Roy crosses his arms, but before he can look away, you catch the faintest ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "Tried, didn’t I?" he mutters, then, as if unable to help himself, reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just a second too long. "Wanted ‘em to be perfect for you."

You can tell they aren’t perfect—some edges a little wonky, one slightly burnt—but the fact that Roy fucking Kent made heart-shaped pancakes for you is enough to make your chest feel too full.

“Roy,” you say, voice soft. “This is the sweetest thing—”

“Eat,” he interrupts, sitting across from you. His foot nudges yours under the table, a casual, grounding touch. “Got a whole fucking day planned.”

“You’re being so romantic,” you tease, cutting into a pancake. “Who are you, and what have you done with my grumpy bear?”

He grumbles but doesn’t deny it. Instead, he rests his elbow on the table and reaches over to thumb a bit of syrup off the corner of your mouth. “Just shut up and eat, sunshine.”

The tiara stays on your head all morning. Every time you reach up to adjust it, Roy grumbles, “Don’t even think about taking it off.” And when you catch your reflection in the mirror, the delicate sparkle of it nestled in your hair, you can’t help but smile.

Roy’s watching you from the doorway, arms crossed, his usual scowl softened just a bit. “What?” you tease, turning to face him.

He shakes his head, stepping closer until he’s right behind you, hands finding your waist and chin resting on your right shoulder. “You just… you look fucking happy.”

“I am happy,” you murmur, leaning into him. “You did all this, Roy.”

His throat bobs, and he looks away for a second, like taking in that truth is too much for him. But then he clears his throat and huffs, “Well, don’t get used to it. It’s a special occasion.”

You laugh, poking his side. “You’re such a liar.”

The first stop of the day is a bookstore, because Roy knows you. He knows books make you happy, and he wants you happy today—and always—. As soon as you step inside, he grabs a basket and shoves it into your hands.

“You get whatever the fuck you want,” he orders. “All of it.”

Your eyes widen. “Roy, that’s not—”

“Don’t argue with me on your birthday.” He levels you with a glare, but there’s something playful in it. “Or ever, really.”

You smirk, dragging your fingers across the spines of books. “This is your worst nightmare, isn’t it? Letting me loose in a bookstore?”

“Fucking terrifying.” He fake sighs, trailing behind you, but there’s a teasing glint in his eyes. He loves seeing you happy, and truth be told, he’d pull the fucking moon from the sky if you asked him to. “But you love it, so.”

And that’s Roy in a nutshell, isn’t it? Pretending to grumble but still making sure you get exactly what you want. 

And just like that, the day unfolds in a way you never could have expected. Roy doesn’t just celebrate you—he worships you. Thirty presents, each one carefully chosen, each one more thoughtful than the last. The original Wizard of Oz screenplay and the actual red, sparkly shoes Dorothy wore—your absolute favorite movie brought to life in a way you never dreamed possible. Things that must have taken him forever to find. And then there are the smaller things, the inside-joke things, the memories woven into gifts that only you and he would understand.

There’s a midday picnic in the park, where Roy sits with his legs stretched out, letting you rest against his chest as you read to him. When you glance up at him, he’s watching you, eyes softer than usual, completely absorbed in the sound of your voice—He doesn’t complain when you dramatically change voices for different characters, just keeps one arm around you, occasionally pressing a kiss to your temple, your shoulder, your hair.

There’s an afternoon tea reservation at a fancy little café, where Roy glares at the tiny sandwiches and mutters, “Where the fuck is the real food?” but still lets you feed him a macaron.

And then, there’s the moment he takes you to a small private theater, just the two of you, and hands you the present—the one that makes your breath catch.

The original Pride and Prejudice manuscript.

You nearly drop it. “Roy—”

He shifts on his feet, clearing his throat. “Yeah, it, uh… took a while. And cost a fucking fortune, but—”

You throw your arms around him, cutting off whatever he was about to say. “I love you.”

His arms come around you instantly, holding you tight. “Yeah, yeah. Knew that.”

You pull back slightly, just enough to see the tenderness in his dark eyes. “You're not even gonna pretend to be surprised?”

He smirks, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Why the fuck would I be surprised? 'Course you love me. I'm very fucking lovable.”

You laugh, nudging his chest playfully. “Debatable.”

Roy raises an eyebrow, lips twitching. “You wanna debate it? 'Cause I got around twenty more gifts back there that say otherwise.”

Your heart swells, and you shake your head with a grin. “No need. I already know you're the best.”

He fake sighs, shaking his head as if burdened by the weight of his own perfection. “Finally, she admits it. Took long enough.”

The final present—gift number thirty—comes when the day is winding down. You’re curled up with him on the couch, exhaustion settling into your limbs in the best way.

He hands you an envelope, his fingers lingering against yours as you take it.

When you open it, you find a letter—handwritten, messy but careful, every word him.

You deserve the world, but all I can give you is me. I know it’s not always easy, but every year you’ve spent loving me has made me a better man. You’ve seen me at my worst, my most unbearable, and still, you stay. You make me laugh when I want to punch something. You make me feel like I’m more than what the world sees. You’re my fucking sunshine, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. I don’t say it enough, but I fucking adore you. Happy birthday, my love.

Tears prick at your eyes, and when you look up, Roy is already watching you, a rare expression of vulnerability on his face.

“Roy…”

Before you can say anything else, he gets down on one knee—on his knee, the one that’s given him hell for years, making the moment even more significant—and pulls out a small velvet box. When he opens it, the ring inside is simple, elegant, perfect.

Your breath catches, hands flying to your mouth.

“I don’t want another year to go by without you knowing that I want every fucking one of them with you,” he says, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “Marry me, sunshine.”

Tears spill down your cheeks as you nod, unable to form words. Before you can even catch your breath, Roy’s hands are on your face, pulling you into a kiss that steals what little air you have left. It’s not just a kiss—it’s a claim, a promise, a fucking declaration. It’s every ounce of love, devotion, and need he has for you poured into one mind-blowing, knee-weakening kiss. You cling to him, fingers curling into his shirt, feeling his heart hammer against yours.

When he finally pulls back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his voice is low, rough, filled with something dark and heady. "Gonna spend the rest of my life worshiping my wife—might as well start tonight. Gotta make sure we have a very happy marriage."

A shiver runs down your spine, and you barely have time to laugh before he’s scooping you up and carrying you to the bedroom, proving in every possible way just how much he means it. Roy slips the ring onto your finger, then pulls you into his arms, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

And in that moment, you know—you already had the best birthday of your life. But this? This is the start of the rest of it.

[milunalupin]

— every little thing she does

james potter x reader ★ 1k words

part two to all-american <3

The last plate clinked onto the counter, signaling the end of your shift. You wiped your hands on your apron and slung your coat over your shoulder, ready to head out. The diner had quieted down after the usual dinner rush, and the last few stragglers were finishing their meals. It had been a long, tiring evening, but the thought of curling up with a book at home made the exhaustion feel worth it.

“Hey, someone’s here for you,” Amelia, your coworker, sang through the order window, her voice bubbling with excitement. You had just changed out of your uniform, coat in hand as you had been preparing to leave when the other waitress had called out to you.

"Who?" you asked, already pulling your bag over your shoulder.

Amelia's grin widened, her gaze flicking toward the diner’s large front window. “A cute guy—dark hair, tall, looks like he’s been standing out there forever, poor thing. He’s got this bouquet, too.” She said the last part like it was a secret, her tone playful.

Before you could ask any more questions, Amelia was already grinning at you, clearly enjoying the surprise. “He looks like he’s waiting for you. You better go check it out, girl.”

James is wet.

So is the bouquet of (flowers) he'd conjured up to present to you. He’d been standing in the pouring rain for what felt like ages, the excitement of seeing you mingling with the nerves that made his stomach flutter. It had been exactly one week since he’d been blessed with your existence, and every moment since had been a mix of longing and exhilaration.

“James!” The call pulled him from his thoughts. He was suddenly yanked by his sleeve out of the rain and under the diner’s striped awning, his heart racing as he finally saw you.

Your name escaped his lips in a lovesick sigh, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. You stood there with your cheeks flushed from the warmth of the diner compared to the chill of the rain outside. Specks of mascara freckled the skin under your eyes, and stray curls framed your face, having escaped from your fallen ponytail. You looked utterly enchanting, and for a moment, he forgot all about the rain.

“James, you’re soaked!” you exclaimed, laughter dancing in your voice as you took in his disheveled appearance. The bouquet of flowers, though a little worse for wear, still held a certain charm, droplets of rain glistening on the petals.

“I'll dry off sooner or later,” he replied, his voice a bit sheepish as he offered the bouquet, the flowers bobbing slightly in the drizzle. “They’re not exactly at their best, but—”

You cut him off with a laugh, gently taking the flowers and cradling them against your chest. “They’re lovely, thank you. I can't believe you actually showed up with flowers.”

“Anything for you,” he said, his tone earnest as he looked deep into your eyes.

“Well are you going to stand there all day, or are you taking me somewhere?” you teased, a playful smile on your lips.

“Right! I have a plan,” he said, recovering quickly.

“Alright then, lead the way!” you laughed, slipping your arm through his as he guided you away from the awning and back into the rain.

The two of you made your way to a cozy bar tucked away on a side street, its warm glow inviting you inside. As you entered, the atmosphere wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, the chatter of patrons and the clinking of glasses creating a welcoming ambiance. You found a booth in the back by the fireplace, the low lighting and rustic décor making it feel instantly relaxed. James ordered drinks—two warm ciders to warm you both up—and you smiled as he walked back to your table, his easy demeanor making your heart flutter.

"So, tell me," James said, leaning forward slightly, his hands wrapped around his mug. "You’re American, right? But you’ve been living in London for a while now, that’s got to be a big change."

You smiled at the sudden curiosity in his voice, feeling that familiar question coming. "Yeah, I moved here a couple of months ago for work, and it's been great so far."

“Work, huh?” James raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s a bit of a jump from home. I mean, interesting that you’d move all the way here.. for an American-themed diner?”

You caught yourself for a moment, then laughed, shaking your head. "No, I'm just there a few nights a week. I work in.. foreign affairs. Just paperwork and stuff, really boring. Anyway, I’d much rather hear about you."

As you settled into conversation, the rain outside continued to fall softly, creating a comforting backdrop. James talked animatedly about his friends and personal life, his passion evident in every word. You listened, captivated by the way he shared stories of his teammates and their antics, his laughter infectious.

And then, just as you were lost in the rhythm of his words, something unexpected happened. He was telling a particularly funny story about his roommate's antics when his hand shot out to emphasize a point, accidentally knocking his cider glass precariously close to the edge of the table. It wobbled, teetered, and in an instant, it was almost on its way to disaster.

Instinctively, you reached out, your hand brushing against his as you tried to save the glass. The cider glass wavered, frozen in the air as if it, too, was caught in the shock of the moment. It felt as though time slowed—each second stretching longer than the last—as you locked eyes, both of you startled, your heart racing from the unexpected moment.

It wasn’t just the shock of nearly spilling the cider—it was the awareness that you were caught. And as the glass, finally steady, settled back into its place, the room seemed to sigh with relief.

"Was that you or me?" he asked, a playful grin spreading across his face.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest. There was a magic in the air—one that felt entirely different from the spells you knew.

James grinned, his voice laced with mischief. “Well, I did promise the night would be magical.”

[butchreg]

cg ! sevika headcanons !!

requested by @transsfish and @thekiddointhecorner ! i made it into one post bc both asked for headcanons and i thought it would just be neater to make one longer post instead of two smaller ones. honestly i don't have a ton of thoughts on her but i 100% see her as a caregiver for regressor ! jinx and isha so pullin' a bit from there. i love her a lot though :3 arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

cw / tws : talk of smoking near the end

literally the most protective mama bear !! she's always holding your hand , making sure you're never too far from her. like vi she's not afraid to fight for you literally and if you ever stray too far she'll have all her typical goons on the case. she'd put you on a kiddo leash if she had to , being a firm mama especially when it comes to your safety. anyone who even looks at you funny gets a fist to the face, not to even mention those who dare say something rude.

she's not very physically affectionate, finding it difficult to let down her tough exterior but she's very verbally affectionate. she's always looking out for you, doing little things like blowing on your food to cool it down, "ah ah ah, careful now."

she's always chuckling at things you do which makes you feel all warm and cozy. she's gotta keep up her image of being the cold scary person most zaunites know her as but she's a real softie with you though she won't admit it to anyone else. anyone who tries to suggest this notion gets threatened with a fist but if you were to mention it she'd shake her head, chuckling. "got me there kid," she'll say ruffling your hair.

you call her mama bear due to her protectiveness. she'll call you her cub sometimes. most times, however, you're "kid".

she's not great at comforting you when you're upset but she does her very best. she'll let you cry or rant or whatever you need, giving you a gruff "i'm right here, kid." she'll pat your shoulder a bit awkwardly. "come on now, let it all out."

she's big on her coffee. you want to be just like mama and have some too ! you're always trying to sneak a sip from her mug. she never lets you... usually. one day she holds it out to you before you even ask. eagerly you take a big gulp only to spit it out immediately. "BLEGH!" she chuckles. "told ya you wouldn't like it, kid. how about some hot cocoa instead?" after that you don't ask for her coffee anymore. you always make a big stink when she's brewing it around you. how could it smell so good and taste so bad ?

mama sevika who carefully learns how to braid so she can do her cub's hair if you're a girl or even just a regressor with longer hair. with her prosthetic arm and bigger hands it takes a while for her to get the hang of it but she's super determined. she's so proud when she's done.

somedays she brings you into work, setting you up with some trinkets and little bits and bobs to play with on the floor next to her. if you get bored she'll explain her work to you or let you sit on her lap while she works. walking home together she holds your hand. "we had a good day today, huh kid?"

she's always making sure you drink enough water, getting you a clear bottle so she can see how much you've had. if you drink it all she's giving you a warm smile and a high five. she's quick to offer you praise. "nice job, cub." if you don't drink enough she's never angry but she gets worried about your health. "c'mon kid why don't you have a few more sips, we don't want you fainting now."

she's big on juice too. at mealtime she'll pour you a nice cool glass of apple juice. every other part of the day she'll push you to drink water but mealtime is juice time ! she's partial to apple herself but she'll buy whatever flavor you want though she may tease you good-naturedly if you're the type of kiddo who prefers orange juice over apple.

sevika who's typically a big smoker doing her best to cut back for you. she likes walking when it's cold enough for her to see her breath, she can almost pretend that it's smoke from a cigar. she tries chewing toothpicks but often gets cranky or moody when the cravings are worse.

sevika doesn't have tons of rules for you but she's very firm in the ones she does have, reminding you if you fuss that she's only trying to keep you safe. she doesn't really put up with fussing over her rules, she's very no nonsense. she'd never put a hand on you but she's not shy about giving you time outs or giving stern talking tos.

mama sevika who always carefully cuts up your food into tiny bites. she has you feed yourself unless you're extra tiny but she makes sure it's nice and easy for you to eat and that you won't choke. you do protest though when you find your spaghetti cut up because that means you can't swirl it on your fork.

[hughiecampbelle]

Thunderbolts Preference: Being The Youngest Teammate

A/N: *Comes back to life after watching a new MCU movie pretending that everything is fine and I did not disappear and that I'm not the worst writer, but maybe second or third worst, when really I am deeply so very sorry for leaving, again* Enjoy my loves! Thunderbolts requests are open, I'm making a big post asap! 🖤

Bucky is used to being the oldest person in every room, but you age him another thirty, if not forty years. You're experienced, and methodical, and you do things like he would have, like he has, and it makes him queasy. When he sees just how young your face is, he regrets trying to blow up the limousine. None of them know who you are and they all definitely talk about you behind your back: who is this kid? Where did they come from? Should we let them go? As the mission continues, they're all hit with the reality that Valentina wanted to hire you for a reason. That you weren't just lucky in aim or thoughtful about how to kill, you were one of the most skilled they had ever seen. Bucky tries to take you under his wing a little. Not as fatherly as Alexei tries to be, but he does want you to know you've got someone in your corner with such a scrappy set of teammates. He confides in you about being the Winter Soldier and, in return, you share bite size pieces about your past. Your childhood spent learning to kill, to become an expert in the craft. All those years you spent along, in dangerous places, with some sort of faceless boss ordering you around. He knows you have a dark side, you all do, but you were so eager to step across the void. He doesn't want you to think that's an option when you really do have so much to live for.

Alexei immediately sees you as his child, or at least part of his responsibility. Because they only know bits and pieces of your past, Alexei assumes (rightfully so) that you missed out on normal young adult things like a first date and prom and graduating from a traditional school. Though those things can get to you, you put up a front that you'd rather be killing world leaders and cleaning up Valentina's messes. Still, he catches you doing things a younger version of yourself couldn't do, like watching cartoons on the weekends with a bowl of extremely sugary cereal or sleeping in until past noon when you know you all have somewhere to be, becoming a gremlin to wake up in the morning. Because he sees you as so small, he is jarred when reality hits that you can out drink almost all of them or that the shame room you had was you as a very young child being trained to kill. he asks if there are any normal memories of a family, siblings, of soccer games or stuffed animals, but you can't remember anything. He takes it up on himself to protect you, or at least thinking he can, when in reality you're the one saving his ass. because he lost so much with his daughters, he tries to do better by you, whether you like it or not.

Yelena and you actually become pretty close. You remind her of herself, of Tasha, and she can't help but gravitate towards you. Similar to Ava, she doesn't want to be seen as a paternal figure. You have enough of those with this team, you don't need someone else lecturing you about swearing when that's the least of your worries. You speak Russian together, along with Alexei, when you want to talk shit about the others in front of them, teaching Bob at the same time so he can be in on all the jokes. When you shut down, disappearing for hours on end, unreachable, she isn't met with worry or hostility. She knows, like a stray, you'll always come back, you just need your space. Yelena pays more attention to the little things than the others do, like when she surprises you with something sweet, a muffin or a scone and a coffee, you prefer fruits to something sweeter. Or, when you wander between 1am and 4am, she can find you re-watching old interviews and documentaries of your teammates. Part of it is gaining information, sizing them up, but mostly you just like knowing things about people. She'll sit beside you and watch, every so often watching you like she used to watch her sister.

Ava, unlike the rest of the team, doesn't see you as being so much younger than them. You're young, yes, and your baby face doesn't help, but she's not going to talk down to you or pretend you need a paternal figure when you've clearly been handling yourself well. Maybe behind closed doors or with the rest of the group, she'll be caught off guard when you make a reference to just how young you were or make a joke that doesn't sit well with her, she'd never do any of that to your face. You have just as much a right to be in this team as any of them. She adores how much you and John don't get along, which makes your bond stronger. Things aren't always sunshine and rainbows: not with any of them, but especially not you. You go days without sleeping after a night of nightmares and you lash out, trying to push everyone away because you're too damaged. Bob is the one you go to when you're feeling low, really low, but she hopes one day she'd have the honor of being confided in. You were all kids once. Some of you were relatively normal, but most of you were not. She's not going to act like because you're younger, you must want normalcy. None of you know what that's really like and she doesn't believe it's right to push that on you.

John does not like you. When you met, he thought you were some scrappy kid who snuck in and got yourself in a bad situation. That you had no idea the real danger you were in and that he had to save your ass from getting killed by Yelena, Ava, Bob, or Antonia. He tells you to get behind him and his shield and when you start a fight, he can't believe what he's hearing. Once you got to know one another, you liked him even less. He calls you Baby Assassin and questions how many kills you have given your age. You roll your eyes, eventually going into detail of some of your worst, and most famous, kills. It makes him sick thinking you were nine, ten, eleven years old doing those sorts of things. John likes to get in your face about things and you have no trouble bringing up that his wife left him, something the others might cringe at knowing how much it must hurt. You don't care. You will not be patronized by him. You're told to keep your distance and when you do unfortunately have to interact, you stick to commands without name calling. You still laugh at the fact that Bob made his shield into a taco, something that wasn't funny in the moment, but now can bring you to tears. John thinks, foolishly, because of your younger age, that you're inexperienced and impulsive, but you know that could not be further from the truth.

Bob doesn't see you as being so much younger, mostly because you're closer in age vs. 100+ year old Bucky. It does, secretly, make him feel sick that you were so eager to step into the void. That, like Yelena, you were forced to relive some of your worst and shameful memories. But, like always, you brush it off like it's nothing, like you don't really have feelings. Bob quickly becomes a confidant. You never knew anyone who felt the way you did, so low it scared you to be alone with yourself. You guys spend a lot of quiet time together. He's sure, though he'd never say, he knows the most about you, your history. You don't know why it comes out, why you say it, but he's never judged anything you've had to say. He doesn't mind when you sleep in past noon or lose important things like a gun or a grenade. He doesn't mind when you want the windows down in the car or the music you play that everyone else can't stand. He has a lot of patience with you because no one had the patience for him. It's the least he can do. You're methodical and always planning for the worst: what is everyone leaves you? What if they're all killed? Etc. If he can offer whatever comfort he will. You're not just a teammate, you're a friend.

[yassbishimvintage]

Big Dude

Warnings: None. Fluffy fluff.

A/N: Look I was inspired by 'Bitch I'm Big Dude.' And yes this fic has two songs that inspired it

Imani stood at the laundry table, folding work clothes and neatly stacking Terry’s shirts. The rhythmic beat of Big Boogie’s song thumped from the speaker on the kitchen counter, filling the house with energy. She bobbed her head to the music, the lyrics pulling a smirk onto her face.

As the song hit the chorus—"Bitch, I'm big dude"—she glanced out the window and froze for a moment. There he was, Terry, outside in the driveway, spraying down his truck. His shirt was tossed over the edge of the bed, and the water from the hose glistened on his back, tracing the definition of his muscles as they flexed with every movement.

Imani bit her lip, her smile widening. She leaned slightly against the counter, watching him work with casual precision, completely unaware of the effect he was having on her. The lyrics of the song played in perfect sync with her thoughts. It really does apply to him, she thought with a soft chuckle. Big dude, indeed.

Terry turned slightly, catching her watching through the window. He smirked, giving her a playful wink before turning back to rinse the tires. Imani rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling.

She folded another shirt, shaking her head. “Lord, you blessed me with that man for sure,” she muttered to herself, still swaying to the beat of the music. Moments like these reminded her how much she loved the little routines of their life together.

Imani’s smile lingered as Terry stepped through the door, towel slung over his shoulder, beads of water still clinging to his skin. His shirtless frame filled the doorway, muscles taut from the workout of cleaning the truck. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, twisting the cap off and taking a long drink.

Her eyes followed the path of the water dripping down his neck and chest. “Enjoying the view, Ms. Carter?” he teased, catching her staring.

She chuckled, folding a pair of his socks. “Just admiring my hardworking boyfriend.”

Terry smirked, wiping the sweat from his brow with the towel. “Oh, I see how it is. Big Boogie got you in your feelings, huh?” he teased, referencing the song still playing.

Imani rolled her eyes playfully. “Please, the music's not even the reason. You’re walking around looking like a thirst trap.”

He leaned on the counter, closing the distance between them. “Only for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

She raised a brow, stepping closer. “Good. Keep it that way.”

His grin widened. “Always.”

She kisses him. He gently lifts her onto the kitchen counter. “T!” She giggles.

Terry’s grin deepened as he settled her on the cool countertop. “What? Just getting comfortable,” he teased, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

Imani giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Comfortable?” Terry echoed with a smirk, his voice low and teasing. “Nah, I’m just getting started.”

Imani raised a brow, her giggles bubbling up despite herself. “On the kitchen counter though? Really, T?”

He chuckled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “What can I say? You’re irresistible.”

She playfully pushed at his chest. “You’re lucky I love you, or I’d be kicking you out for turning my kitchen into your playground.”

Terry leaned closer, his lips just a breath away from hers. “I’m not hearing any complaints.”

She smiles and hops off the counter. “Let me put these away T.” she says. Just like that his hand makes contact with her ass. She involuntarily moans at the sensation.

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When Imani returned to the kitchen, she leaned against the counter, exhaling deeply. The sight of Terry back outside, shirtless and focused as he meticulously dried the truck, caught her off guard. She tilted her head, her gaze trailing over the way his muscles flexed with each movement.

A soft smile tugged at her lips as she rested her chin in her palm. How does he manage to look so good doing the simplest things? she wondered, a small laugh escaping her. She shook her head at herself but couldn’t look away.

The way the sunlight hit his skin, the easy confidence in his movements—it all had her mesmerized. It wasn’t just how he looked; it was the steady, grounded energy he carried, a strength that made her feel safe and loved.

She caught herself biting her lip and quickly shook the thoughts away, grabbing a glass of water to distract herself. As she took a sip, she muttered to herself with a chuckle, “Get it together, Imani. You’re staring like it’s the first time you’ve seen him.”

But as Terry glanced back at the window and caught her looking, his smirk made it clear he’d noticed. He gave a little wave, his eyes gleaming with mischief, and mouthed, Caught you.

Imani rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing. She mouthed back, Finish the truck, Big Dude, and turned away before he could see the blush creeping up her cheeks.

Terry walked into the kitchen, his presence commanding as usual. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, scooping Imani up effortlessly. She let out a small gasp of surprise, her arms wrapping around his neck as her legs instinctively locked around his waist.

“Terry!” she squealed, half laughing, half protesting. “You didn’t even dry off properly!”

“Couldn’t wait,” he murmured, his voice low and warm against her ear. “Caught you staring, remember?” His lips brushed her temple, sending a shiver down her spine.

Imani rolled her eyes playfully, though the blush blooming across her cheeks betrayed her. “And what if I was? Can’t a girl appreciate her man without being manhandled the second he comes inside?”

He smirked, his grip on her secure as he carried her to the counter and gently set her down. “Oh, you can appreciate me all you want,” he teased, leaning in so their foreheads touched. “But don’t think I didn’t notice you blushing when I caught you. It was cute.”

“Cute?” she repeated, arching a brow. “Big Dude thinks I’m cute?”

He chuckled, his hands settling on her hips. “More than cute, Ms Carter. You’re everything.”

Imani’s teasing demeanor softened, and she leaned in to kiss him, slow and tender. “You’re lucky you’re sweet,” she murmured against his lips.

“And you’re lucky I can’t get enough of you,” he countered, his voice dripping with affection as he kissed her back.

“So why ‘big dude’?” he asks her. 

Imani chuckled softly, her fingers idly tracing patterns on Terry's broad chest. "Well," she teased, "Big Boogie was playing, and when I heard ‘Bitch I’m big dude,’ I couldn’t help but think how fitting it was for you."

Terry arched an eyebrow, his lips quirking in amusement. "Oh yeah? So you think I’m ‘big dude’ material, huh?"

She grinned mischievously. "I mean, look at you." Her eyes swept over him meaningfully. "Six-foot-three, all muscle, tattoos... You’re like the definition of a big dude."

His deep laugh filled the room. "Guess I’ll take that as a compliment."

"You should," she quipped, leaning back with a playful glint in her eye. "Besides, it’s not just about your size. It’s your presence, the way you carry yourself. You don’t just walk into a room—you own it."

Terry pulled her closer, brushing a kiss to her temple. "And you’re not intimidated by that?"

"Intimidated?" Imani snorted softly. "T, I handle you just fine."

He laughed again, this time more quietly, his voice low with admiration. "Damn right you do."

Imani's heart fluttered at his words. She smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she met his gaze. "I love you too, T. More than you'll ever know."

Terry's expression grew tender, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You mean everything to me." His voice dropped a little, becoming more sincere, his love for her clear in every word. "I don't say it enough, but damn, I do. You've made my life better in every way."

She reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin. "You’ve made mine better, too." Her voice was soft but filled with certainty. "We’ve got this, you know? Us. Everything. We’re a team."

He leaned into her touch, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her palm. "A damn good team."

Imani smiled, her heart full. "Always."

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